#astarionfreak fic

[astarionfreak]

The lick of poison

// Astarion x Named Fem!Tav

The spores burst into Naenia’s face, clouded her vision, and without thinking — she breathed them in. The first thing she felt was fear. The next thing she felt was warmth. Desire.

She grabbed Astarion, covered his nose and mouth with her hand, and warned him not to breathe. It was too late for her, but maybe he could be spared.

She hadn’t recognized the mushroom by sight. But now she recognized it by sensation. A powerful, and often deadly aphrodisiac. She had a long night ahead of her. If she were to survive . . .

18+ • NSFW • 4.9K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Consent Issues

“Remind me why we had to return to this vile place?” Astarion gestured to the halls of the Arcane Tower with a flourish.

“Timmask Spores and Tongue of Madness. For Omeluum,” Naenia said. “I’m certain I saw some here. We won’t be long.”

“Mm. Right.” Astarion followed close behind her. “And why did you decide to drag me along and not the wizard?”

She glanced over her shoulder and flashed him a smile. “What? Maybe I just enjoy your company?”

Astarion scoffed. “There’s always an ulterior motive with you. Which, in all honesty, I respect.”

“No ulterior motive this time, Astarion. I just thought it would be more efficient with just the two of us.”

“A shame. And here I was hoping you were looking for an excuse to get me all to yourself,” he teased.

Naenia laughed softly and spun around to face him. “There are easier ways for me to get you alone, Astarion. Besides, if I wanted something from you I’d just ask.”

Astarion locked his eyes with hers and stepped forward, closing the gap between them. 

Naenia caught a glimpse of his fangs when he smiled. A perfectly composed smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Too perfect.

“Oh, but, darling, you do want something from me, don’t you?” Astarion stepped past her and Naenia’s body instinctively turned to continue facing him.

“What makes you think —”

He grabbed her hips and pushed her back, trapping her between his body and the cold wall.

“You can’t hide anything from me,” he purred. “Your heart gives you away. It’s always racing. In fact, it’s racing right now.”

Naenia stared up at him and licked her lips. “What could I possibly want from you?”

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flesh. “Have you already forgotten, dear? I’ve been privy to your fantasies. I know exactly what you want.”

“And what exactly is that?”

Astarion trailed gentle kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. Naenia tilted her head to offer him more space.

He laughed, lips ghosting against her skin. “You want to be well, and truly taken.”

Naenia choked back a moan, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled his body closer to hers. “We really shouldn’t linger here. The others will worry.”

“Ah, I doubt it.” Astarion nipped at her neck and dragged his fangs across her skin. “If we’re too long they’ll just assume you’re on your knees for me.”

“Other way around, darling,” Naenia teased. “Surely they’d know that it’s you on your knees for me.” Naenia tried to roll her hips, but his grip kept her tight against the wall. 

Astarion leaned back to meet her eyes. “I can be versatile. If that’s what you want?” He released his grip on her hips and in one quick, fluid motion he undid her pants. 

Naenia smirked. “Oh, can you now?”

He nodded and gracefully dropped to his knees. He tugged her pants down ever so slightly, exposing her hips and some of her stomach.

This view of him was positively exquisite. Naenia bit down on her lower lip and watched as he pressed a soft kiss to her hip.

Her heart thrummed quickly against her chest. She knew he could hear it and wondered how it made him feel. He was right, her heart seemed to do that every time she looked at him lately.

She sighed and let her head fall back against the wall. She didn’t have time to bother with feelings. Not hers. Especially not his.

She could let him bring her to ecstasy time and time again, but it would only make things worse. She was falling for him, and that was completely unacceptable. Naenia had no room in her heart for love.

��Astarion,” she whispered his name and stared up at the ceiling.

He kissed his way across her body and to her other hip. He was starting to tug her pants down even further when she made the decision to stop him.

She grabbed his chin and tilted his head up to look at her. “As much as we’d both enjoy this, I do think we should focus on the task at hand.”

Weak. Bringing him here, alone, of all things was a mistake. He made her weak. What had she been thinking?

“Are you sure?” Astarion asked.

Naenia nodded. “Yes.”

He didn’t mask the hurt in his eyes — but it almost didn’t look real. Before the hurt, she’d seen a flash of something else in his expression — frustration and then fear? Naenia wasn’t sure what that meant.

Astarion stood, tugging her pants back up as he did. “Very well. Another time, eh?” He buttoned her pants and then took a step back. “So, where are these mushrooms we need to find?”

Naenia took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. “They should be somewhere over —”

Her eyes scanned the room until she found what she was looking for. “Yes. Right there.”

Naenia steadied herself before she leaned away from the wall and walked toward the mushrooms. She reached for the Tongue of Madness when something caught her eye.

It was a mushroom the likes of which she’d never seen before. Naenia was familiar with many species, but this one — this one she didn’t recognize.

“What’s wrong?” Astarion asked.

“Nothing. It’s just —”

It was the most beautiful mushroom she’d ever seen. Completely captivating.

Purple and violet danced across the skin. The edges of the cap were stamped with gold. The colors twisted and shimmered — almost like it was calling out to her.”

“It’s just what?” Astarion asked. He stood right behind her, but his voice was so distant.

Naenia knew she shouldn’t touch the mushroom, but she couldn’t help herself. She leaned in closer to get a better look. The colors continued to swirl.

She reached out towards the mushroom and as soon as her fingers graced the skin she knew she’d made a mistake.

It exploded.

Spores from the unfamiliar mushroom burst up into her face, clouded her vision, and without thinking — she breathed them in.

The first thing she felt was fear.

The next thing she felt was a rush of warmth as the spores infiltrated her lungs. Heat branched out through her body, followed by a pleasant buzzing.

She hadn’t recognized the mushroom by sight. But now she recognized it by sensation. She’d heard others call it Saranae’s Kiss. A powerful, and often deadly aphrodisiac.

Naenia spun on her heels, grabbed Astarion, and covered his mouth and nose with her hand. Maybe she was fast enough. Maybe he would be spared.

He curled his fingers around her wrist in protest and tried to pull her away, but she held steady.

“Don’t breathe,” Naenia hissed.

Astarion’s eyes narrowed.

Then she felt that familiar squirm in her head as their tadpoles formed a connection.

What about you?

“It’s too late for me,” Naenia said.

His concern was touching, if, a bit out of place. Her feelings for him ran deep, but she’d never admit that. And if he felt the same, he kept that to himself as well.

What was it?

She heard his question in her head but ignored it. Just another minute and the spores should settle and then —

Gods. Her skin burned. No, not just her skin, but everything just beneath it. That pleasant buzzing sensation had been replaced with more heat and the temperature was rapidly rising.

A fever was settling in. That shouldn’t happen this fast. She should have had more time.

But Astarion. He felt nice. Cold even. She leaned against him and got as close as she could with her hand still covering his mouth.

It wasn’t enough. Naenia stood on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead against his. She sighed and closed her eyes. His cold skin brought much-needed relief. She would kiss him if she didn’t have her hand firmly clasped against his mouth.

Ahem. Do you mind?

“Hm? What?” Naenia slowly opened her eyes.

I know I don’t need to breathe, but this is still unpleasant.

Too close. She was too close.

Naenia pulled away from him and looked around one final time to make sure the spores had dissipated. Once satisfied, she removed her hand from his face and took two steps back.

“Well? What was that?” Astarion asked.

Gods. He was just so beautiful, wasn’t he? She could admire him for hours. His angular features took her breath away, especially in the dim light of this tower.

Why had she told him to stop earlier? That was stupid. She imagined pushing him onto the floor and straddling him. She could use his body to chase her pleasure. Rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat.

Was he still in her head? Could he hear all that? She tried to check, but her control over herself was weak. She couldn’t tell.

“Naenia. I asked you a question.”

Had he? Naenia couldn’t remember. She was too busy drifting into the memory of the night they’d shared. One night of life-changing sex. Now she wanted to beg him for more. He’d like that, wouldn’t he? He liked it when she begged.

“Naenia.” Her name was a warning. Astarion’s voice was sharp, pointed, angry.

Angry? Why was he angry? What had she done? She didn’t know. But she could make him happy. She knew how to do that. She was good at that.

Naenia brushed her hair to the side and tilted her head, exposing her neck to him. Surely he wouldn’t be angry if he was well-fed.

His eyes flitted to her neck, only momentarily before locking onto hers. She’d hoped for a bigger reaction.

“What’s happening to you?” he asked.

Oh. The mushroom. The spores. Poison. Oh, right. This was bad.

Her stomach lurched. For a second she was back in her body. Then she slipped back into her fantasies.

Naenia stepped closer to him. In a daze, she stroked his jawline with the back of her hand.

He snatched her wrist and pinned it to her side. That’s fine. She had two hands.

Her other hand tugged at the bottom of his shirt, loosening it so she could feel the cool skin hidden beneath the fabric.

That didn’t last long. Astarion grabbed that hand and pinned it to her side as well.

“Something is very, very wrong with you, darling,” Astarion said. “I need you to tell me what to do.” His voice remained even, low. She was used to flirting, a playful lilt. This was serious. The danger was real.

The fear in his eyes was enough to snap her out of the fog, at least for a moment. But escaping the fog came with a cost.

A sharp pain drove through her stomach. Ice cut through the fire that was burning her from the inside. Her body’s way of demanding she succumb to her desires.

“It’s the spores,” she said. “Do you feel any different?”

“Obviously it’s the spores. I’m not an idiot,” Astarion said. “I’m fine. Tell me what’s happening to you.”

Another wave of pain, this round nearly doubled her over. Astarion released her wrists and placed a hand on her hip and another on her shoulder to help her remain steady.

“I’ll get you to camp. Shadowheart, or Gale, they’ll be able to help.” There was a hint of disgust in his voice when he said Gale’s name.

Naenia shook her head. “No. There’s nothing they can do. What happens next — I don’t want them to see.”

“And what is it that happens next?” Astarion asked.

“The spores were toxic. An aphrodisiac. Incredibly rare. Fun at large parties in very small doses. Exploding in your face — well, I will spend the next few hours feverish, delusional, and insatiable. Orgasms will keep me alive.”

“I’m taking you to camp,” Astarion growled.

Desperation. Fear. Panic. “No. Please, Astarion. Please. I don’t want the others to see me like this. They’ll lose all respect for me.”

“That must be the delusions speaking, darling. We both know they lost all respect for you the night you came crawling to my bedroll.” Astarion started walking her toward the exit.

“Hilarious,” Naenia said. She didn’t have the energy for their usual banter. “Just tie me up here and leave me. I’ll get through this.”

“I’m not leaving you, Naenia. We’re going back to camp. Both of us,” Astarion said.

“Fine,” Naenia whimpered. Maybe it was the right decision.

She thought of her companions waiting at camp. Heat pooled between her legs. Yes, yes, camp was the right choice. Surely one of them would help bring her temperature down.

“Do you think Gale would fuck me?” Naenia asked, almost absentmindedly.

She was starting to drift again. Losing her mind to the desire burning under her skin.

“What?” Astarion growled.

“I know Lae’zel won’t. She would have, but she sees me as tainted after I let you have me. I’m certain Shadowheart is a good kisser, but I don’t think she’d fuck me. Not while I’m in this state. But, Gale. I might be able to convince him to fuck me. A pity fuck.”

“Is that what you want, Naenia? Do you want Gale to fuck you?” He sounded so angry again. Naenia liked that. Maybe he’d punish her.

“Would it make you jealous?” she asked.

“No.”

Naenia placed her hand on his chest and curled her fingers around the fabric of his shirt. “Then why did we stop walking?”

“I didn’t . . . We . . . Fine. We’ll stay here.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” she mumbled. Her vision started to swim. Her legs threatened to give out.

Astarion held her upright and shifted to look her directly in the eyes. She struggled to hold eye contact.

“Naenia. Stay with me. I need to know how bad this is going to get. You said orgasms will keep you alive. Will you need my help?”

Naenia tried to kiss him, but he leaned away from her. “Need. Want. Need. Want. Maybe, maybe not,” she mumbled incoherently.

Astarion sighed. “There was a bed. We’ll get you there.”

Then, her legs did give out. Astarion scooped her up with an amount of ease that surprised her. She threw her arms around his neck. “You would fuck me, right?”

“If that’s what you want.” Even through the fog, she could tell he didn’t sound like himself. It made her stomach hurt.

“Don’t want to die,” she whispered.

“You won’t die. I won’t let you,” Astarion said.

Then she blacked out.

***

Naenia came to her senses in a dusty bed, with one hand tied to the bedpost. She’d been stripped down to her underwear, which had been pushed halfway down her thighs. The hand that wasn’t tied to the bed was lying limp between her legs.

She had clearly been masturbating. Sweat clung to her body, her thighs were slick and sticky with desire.

Her limbs were heavy, her skin still burned. She had only vague memories of being dropped onto the bed, begging Astarion to tie her up — and then violent orgasms crashing over her. Pleasure and pain so tightly intertwined.

How long had it been since her last climax? Heat coiled up in her core like a snake prepared to strike. An unbearable tension.

Her fever was rising once again. She inhaled sharply and braced herself to continue. She found her clit with two fingers, but the moment she made contact she wretched and her body shuddered.

Oversensitive. Swollen. Wet. So fucking wet.

She managed a few slow, light circles around her clit, but it was too much. It hurt. Her hand was too hot. Her entire body was too hot.

Her underwear should come off. Yes. Yes, that would help. She began to squirm, trying to push her underwear off the rest of the way. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Astarion.

How had she forgotten he was there? Just sitting in a chair just a few feet from the bed. Staring down at the floor. He should be so much closer. She needed him to be closer.

His fingers. Fuck. His fingers would feel so good against her clit, inside her. He was the solution.

“Astarion.” His name fell from her lips like a prayer. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Astarion asked. His voice low. On edge.

“I’m too hot. My underwear. I need them off. Please,” Naenia said with a whimper.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers. Something was wrong.

He shouldn’t be here. What had she been thinking? Asking him to watch over her like this? Selfish.

She pushed back against her desires and the shard of ice in her stomach lashed out, twisting, causing the most intense pain she’d ever felt in her life.

“Astarion. If this is —”

She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. Her heart beat out of control. She inhaled sharply and then tried to speak again. “If this is too much. You can go.”

It felt like an eternity before he spoke.

Naenia’s body moved, part of her trying to adjust to the pain — the other part trying to lure her back into the haze.

“It gets worse when you fight it, doesn’t it?” Astarion asked.

Naenia nodded. She struggled to remain lucid.

“Sex would help, yes?” Astarion asked.

Yes. Her body was furious. She didn’t just need sex, her body demanded it.

The pain was too much. She couldn’t get the words out. She could only nod.

Astarion could ease the stress, soothe her fever, and save her life. But knowing his past, how could she ask that of him?

For the first time in a long time, she felt true fear. She needed to orgasm to keep the fever down, but she couldn’t do it herself. It was all too much. She would certainly die if he didn’t help her.

“Do you need me?” Astarion asked.

Yes, please, Gods, yes. I need you, Astarion. Please. I want you to. But only if you want to. Only if it won’t hurt you. But those words wouldn’t come. Instead, all she managed was a small whimper and a final nod.

Astarion stood and walked to the edge of the bed. A thrill ran up her spine at the image of him towering over her.

“Touch yourself for me, Naenia.”

She swallowed thickly and stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “I’m so hot. My underwear. Take them off me, please.”

“You know that’s not why you’re hot, darling. Do this for me, and then I’ll help you. Understand?” He crouched down beside the bed and positioned his face just inches from hers. She squirmed, unable to move closer to him with her wrist tied to the bed.

Naenia sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and began running small circles around her clit.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl,” Astarion purred.

It didn’t take much to bring her to the cusp of another orgasm. Her toes curled, her muscles tensed as she leaned over the edge — and then her fingers stopped moving. “I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t do it.”

“Yes. Yes, you can. Let go. Come for me,” Astarion demanded.

She ground her teeth, threw her head back, and circled her swollen clit again — harder this time.

Her ministrations pulled a soft sob from her throat. She whimpered and squirmed. “I can’t.”

Then Astarion captured her mouth in a kiss so sweet and soft it made her head spin. The feel of him sent electric sparks across her body. Enough to help her over the edge.

She moaned up into his mouth. Her back arched and her body shook as she found her release. “F-fuck. Gods. Fuck. It hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Astarion whispered against her mouth. “You’re doing so good.”

When the orgasm passed she noted how much cooler she felt. How much easier it was to think.

She sank into the bed, exhausted. “H-how long before I have to go again?”

“Not long. I do believe you’re through the worst of it though,” Astarion said.

She took a deep breath and turned to meet his eyes. “I can’t do it myself anymore, Astarion. Please help me.”

“I will. I just need to know you’re okay with this. That it isn’t the poison talking.”

“I’m okay. I trust you. Just take care of me, please.” Naenia felt her mind start to slip again. Whether or not that was the truth was irrelevant. She just hoped it was enough to convince him.

“Okay,” Astarion said.

He wouldn’t meet her eyes anymore. He pulled her underwear off her body and dropped it to the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, the old mattress groaned under his weight.

“Untie me?” Naenia asked.

He nodded and leaned across her to undo the fabric holding her wrist to the bed.

Naenia shifted on the bed, positioning herself directly underneath him. “Kiss me again, please? Like before?”

His lips found hers with saccharine reverence. Naenia wasn’t used to kisses that were so kind, gentle.

All the times she’d given into her most base desires had been rough, unforgiving — detached. She thought she preferred it that way. But this, this was nice.

Her body remained mostly limp, exhausted as they kissed. While the contact brought some relief, she could feel the heat twisting in her core again — demanding more.

“Astarion,” she whispered his name between kisses.

“I know. The fever’s returning,” he said.

She felt complete panic when he pulled away from her. He must have seen the panic in her eyes because he pressed his hands to her skin as he moved toward the foot of the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just breathe,” he reassured her.

Naenia melted back into the mattress and closed her eyes. He dragged his hands along her sides, squeezed her hips, and then settled himself between her legs.

She watched with rapt attention as he placed one hand on her stomach to pin her to the bed.

“Ready, darling?” Astarion murmured. His other hand settled at the apex of her thighs.

Naenia nodded. Every time he lay his hands on her brought relief. She needed this.

He slid two fingers through her slick and entered her weeping cunt.

“Gods. Oh —”

Naenia panted, her chest heaving as the intrusion pulled a strangled moan from her throat. He was pure relief, but it wasn’t enough.

“That’s a good girl,” Astarion cooed.

As if sensing her need he slid a third finger in and curled them. He worked his fingers in and out of her in slow, thoughtful motions.

Her breaths came in ragged, hot bursts as she drew closer to another orgasm. Her clit throbbed and begged for attention. She used what little strength she had left, groaning as she found her clit with two fingers.

Astarion pulled out of her. Fear. She began to reach for his hand. He couldn’t stop. It would hurt if he stopped. “Please —”

“Hush, dear. Let me take care of you,” he murmured. He kissed her stomach before he settled further down on the mattress and nestled his face between her thighs.

“Oh —”

Naenia moaned and rolled her hips up against his face. He licked up through her slit, tongue teasing her entrance before moving up and settling on her clit. He found the perfect pace -- sucking and licking — pulling her right up to the edge.

Then his fingers entered her again. No warning this time. She cried out, back arching as bliss and agony danced over every inch of her worn-out body.

She carded her fingers through Astarion’s hair and felt him moan against her cunt. “I’m close,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

She ran her fingers through his hair again. This was normally when she would grab, pull, demand — but not this time. Now she just wanted to feel him. Her heart ached in an unfamiliar way.

Her orgasm claimed her. Unforgiving. Her expression twisted into one of agony, her body shook and trembled with desperate ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure and pain crashed over her.

Astarion continued his work with absolute devotion. He carried her through not one, not two, not three —

Naenia lost count after three orgasms. Tears welled in her eyes and burned as they rolled down her face. “Please —”

Please stop. Is what she wanted to say. But somewhere, the logical side of her knew he couldn’t. Her fever hadn’t broken. The more times he brought her to the edge and sent her crashing over the safer she would be.

Finally, when Naenia knew she could take no more — he stopped to look up at her. She met his eyes, dizzy and disoriented. His chin and lips were wet with her slick.

“One more, Naenia. I need you to come again for me.” He curled his fingers again.

“No,” she whimpered. “Please. No. I can’t. Please.”

He pushed his fingers deeper inside of her and continued his slow, agonizing rhythm.

“Yes. You can and you will,” he murmured.

Naenia shook her head, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. “It’s too much. It’s all too much.”

She tried to squirm away from him, but he kept her pressed against the mattress. She was too weak to fight him.

“Please. Please, no more. I can’t. I don’t want to —”

Pain flashed across his face. True pain. “I’m sorry,” Astarion murmured before his mouth found her clit again.

Naenia thought she’d experienced the most violent orgasm of her life earlier in the night. She was wrong.

This one shook her to her core. Blinded her. She came screaming his name, clenched around his fingers. Her body twitched and spasmed. Ecstasy and agony battled for superiority.

Then, for the second time that night, she blacked out.

***

This time, when Naenia came to she was still naked, sweaty — but she was being held tight in Astarion’s arms. His fingers traced lazy circles on her shoulder.

“Astarion.” She stumbled over his name. Her throat raw from screaming, body still so fucking weak. Her mind though, at least that was clear.

She turned her head and met his eyes. He was watching her with so much concern. It felt — strange. “I need water,” she rasped.

He pressed a kiss to her temple and slipped her out of his arms. If she wasn’t so tired, she might have found it odd that he was still fully clothed after everything.

He found his bag and dug out water for her. She had just enough energy to take it from him. She downed a few slow, careful sips and then handed it back. That’s when she noticed his erection straining against his pants.

“Ah, that. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” he said. Astarion put the water down on the floor. “It should resolve itself soon.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered. Naenia didn’t want to come again. But she wanted to feel him. Needed him inside her.

Astarion furrowed his brow. “Your fever is gone. Do you still —”

“I’m fine,” Naenia whispered. “I’m me. I just want to feel you.”

She watched with quiet approval as he removed his pants and underwear, freeing his cock. His shirt stayed on as he crawled over her.

He pressed a kiss to her stomach, her chest, and the top of her breast before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

“Are you sure?” Astarion whispered into her ear.

Naenia nodded. “I want to. Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Astarion ghosted kisses across her neck as his hips settled over hers.

“Astarion?” she whispered his name shyly. So unlike her.

“Yes?” He kissed her jaw and then pressed himself up to meet her eyes.

“Will you kiss me? Like you did before.” She trembled with anticipation, heart racing. Only calming when his lips met hers. He captivated her with practiced kisses so calm, and sweet.

“Fuck me, Astarion,” she pleaded.

He obliged. His cock entered her slowly, stretching her out in the most delicious way.

Astarion moaned into her mouth as he set a slow, languid pace. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. Yes. It’s perfect,” she hummed.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, cradling him as gently as he had held her before.

Naenia didn’t do gentle sex. So, that on its own was a strange sensation. But even stranger than that was getting fucked and not chasing her own release.

She couldn’t come again, even if she wanted to. All she could do was feel him, inside her, on top of her — and breathe him in.

It almost made the agony worth it. She wondered if she’d ever experience anything like this again.

Astarion nipped at her lower lip and pressed a final kiss to her lips. “Naenia. I’m close. Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” she whispered, letting her hands fall away from his face.

The pace quickened, and then his hips stuttered. Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck. Almost instinctively she wrapped her arms around him, holding him so close as he found his release inside her.

He groaned against her hot skin. She loosely ran her fingers through his hair, cradling the back of his head. There was that unfamiliar ache again in her chest. She didn’t like that feeling, but she liked this.

Slow movements. He pulled out and collapsed on his side next to her. Naenia turned her head to study him.

Naenia often found people easy to read, but not him. Astarion kept so much hidden behind that mask of his. It rarely broke, and when it did, she could only catch glimpses of truths she couldn’t quite understand.

What Naenia said next. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. “Is this what people in love feel like all the time?”

Astarion studied her face. “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Me neither.”

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Reccer says: A post canon "what happened after we let him ascend" fic. The author does a phenomenal job of world building, tugging on your emotions, making you feel shocked and afraid and excited for what's coming next all at once. Most chapters have left me on the edge of my chair waiting for more of the story to unfold. (Still ongoing!)

Coming Home by MoisopolonOikia (roughlytwentytwofrogs) (15962, Mature) Warnings: PTSD/Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks and hypervigilance, amputated MC Pairings: Shadowheart/Lae'zel

Lae'zel comes back to Faerûn after the war on Vlaakith is won, a decade after the illithid invasion. She meets Halsin at the grove and travels with him towards Last Light Inn to find her lover Shadowheart and all her old friends there, but she has to deal with the toll the years of fighting have taken on her body and mind on the way.

Reccer says: Very sweet and emotional slowburn with a focus on exploring a post-Vlaakith Lae'zel that came back changed after 10 years of warring. Made me cry more than once (it's a good thing i promise)

The stars in between. by ElleKhen (17795, Explicit) Warnings: Pairings: Astarion/Tav

Years after the events of the game, Withers invites Church, Astarion, and their former companions back for yet another party — a cozy, festive celebration of Simril! Thrilled at the prospect of seeing his friends together again, Church takes the opportunity to indulge in a nostalgic tradition of his old village. But once Astarion realizes that this tradition involves giving gifts, he desperately tries to come up with a last-minute gift worthy enough for his partner with help from their friends and a certain (former) god of death.

Reccer says: I love how cozy and lighthearted and fun it is

Exile (Or: How You Learned to Stay) by Astarionfreak (51877, Explicit) Warnings: Non-con, mind control, graphic violence Pairings: Astarion/The Dark Urge, Shadowheart/The Dark Urge

When you have nothing, and the only one who offers you anything is the vampire you've spurned, what else can you say to him but yes?

Reccer says: A post canon story that explores the cost of seven thousand souls and how far Astarion will go to keep what he wants. This fic is exceptional. It perfectly captures every element of a gothic horror, it weaves together foreshadowing and layers to the story that you don't realize until you're reading the reveal. I have cried and laughed and fell in love with the heroine; it has made me loath a character I love. This isn't a feel good story, and if you're looking for a dark way to take things, this is where you should go.

I'm Feeling For Her What She's Feeling For Me by Zetal (Rodinia) (757, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Karlach/Tav

A cute short fluff fic that takes place two years after the end of the game.

Reccer says: It's short and sweet and I just want to give Karlach a giant hug 💕

turn the lights back on by weatheredlaw (16 104, Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Gale/Shadowheart

four years after they parted in baldur's gate, shadowheart arrives in waterdeep with a wish scroll in hand and asks gale for his help casting it. it winds up being more than either of them expects.

Reccer says: There's such a cozy feel to this! All the interactions between all the different characters, the excellent characterization and the musings they have. It's a very interesting little introspection.

As we were by LycheeShark (9363, Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Durge

Former lovers Astarion and Minx end up back in their old bodies--back when he was Cazador's spawn, not the vampire ascendant, and back when she was still trapped in Bhaal's clutches with all the urges that entail. Together, they must figure out a way back to the future they came from.

Reccer says: It's so engaging!! This fic just hooks you straight off the bat. Great character voices, especially for Gortash and Sceleritas, fantastic premise and things are always happening!

Appetites by SpaceMonkeySalsa (72213, Explicit) Warnings: Suicide, depression, smut Pairings: Astarion/OFC

It's been five years since the Vampire Ascendant Astarion helped save Baldur's Gate. He has everything he ever wanted, and he's miserable. Isolde is nobody, and has nothing. When given the option to become a vampire spawn, her response gives Astarion a moment of pause; “No. Thank you. I think I’ll just die.”

Reccer says: I'm not normally into Ascended Astarion but I love this fic. It's very well written, and shows that Astarion has a bit of remorse about his actions. He has a complicated relationship with the primary character, Isolde; but it's not the only conflict brewing in the story. Features cameos from several other evil-ending!members of the rest of Team Tadpole as well.

she will come back by sevensistersofsussex (14297, Explicit) Warnings: angst with a happy ending, smut Pairings: Wyll/Tav

A decade after a rejected proposal, tiefling Tav sees Wyll once again. Old feelings come back.

Reccer says: I like the emotion and longing between the two characters.

Harper Files: A - Team by Tynithia (17552, Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Emperor/Tav, Tav & OCs

Four years after the Netherbrain, Ellandra is now a Harper, under Jaheira's cell. She and her Harper Squad are tasked to find the source of some magical occurrences around Baldur's Gate

Reccer says: Fun action/adventure comedy with original characters along with cameos and a plot!

Midwinter in Waterdeep by woodsnweaves (4229, Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Gale/Tav

After the events of the game, the main character of this fic realizes she's not one for a routine, scheduled life in Waterdeep. She and Gale fell in love quickly and didn't realize how difficult it would be to adjust to a new life together.

Reccer says: This is easily my favorite Gale fic I've read. It's such a great blend of angst and happiness. The way the author conveys their emotions is absolutely tear-jerking and I LOVE IT. I've read this multiple times and still adore it.

Weeping Dawn by Hadesgirl015 (1483, Teen) Warnings: Major character death Pairings: Tav/Karlach, Tav&Wyll

A shortly after the end of the game fic, exploring the deep grief felt when the love of your life is gone.

Reccer says: The grief in this is so well written and explored, and it's such beautiful work for how short and sweet it is. I cried while reading this.

Closing the Fist by aqeldroma (78366, Explicit) Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairings: Gortash/The Dark Urge

A month past her victory over the netherbrain at Gortash's side, the Dark Urge, newly devoted to Bane, returns to Baldur's Gate with an urgent mission. But complications are afoot, and tyranny is never quite straightforward.

Reccer says: 75k+ words of post-canon evil intrigue; the Netherbrain as an actual character; the Zhentarim featuring in a big way.

What you made me by Denesmera (11452, Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Halsin/Tav

It's been almost 6 months since they defeated the Elderbrain. Everybody seems to have found a purpose in life, expect Maeva.

Reccer says: Denesmera crafts a beautiful tale with elegant prose. I love the dynamics of her struggle with her purpose.

the cure for the world is saltwater by Raayide (16871, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: astarion/karlach

Can Astarion really have a 'happily ever after' waiting for him considering the past 200 years?

Reccer says: Heart-wrenching and heartwarming all at once

Servitude by krapka (10 137, Explicit) Warnings: Dubious Consent, Stockholm Syndrome, Power Imbalance, Master/Servant, Sex Slave Pairings: Astarion/Original Character

It's been 7 centuries since the defeat of the Absolute, and the city of Baldur’s Gate, ruled by a legendary Eternal Duke Ancunin and forsaken by all gods, has descended into perpetual darkness. Aveline is one of the 'faded' - a group of people who this cruel world changed the most. Yet she possesses a unique talent.

Reccer says: Nobody writes porn like krapka. The characters don't even have to fuck before the fucking starts. The tension is always on point, and a lot is done with the world building with few words here and there. I'm so stoked to see where this is going!

Tidal Memories by Irken (4900 atm, it's a freshly-posted wip, Mature) Warnings: Canon-typical violence Pairings: The Emperor/Illithid Tav

It's an adventure/boat trip story 5 years post-game about the Emperor, illithid Tav, and some of the other companions (Wyll, Karlach, Gale, Astarion) going to the royal court of Tethyr to retrieve the Shield of Silvam. They explore both cities along the coast and their relationships with each other.

Reccer says: Irken's prose about being illithid and mind melding specifically is really sweet and thoughtful...

And then we have two recs for:

The Legends of Nexus Vermis by Masterangst12 (84260, Mature) Warnings: Canon-typical violence, torture, past abuse Pairings: Tav/Astarion

A post-game adventure taking place a few months after the reunion party following Astarion and Axel (Tav) meeting up with their former traveling companions.

Reccer #1 says:  The author describes things beautifully, and their OCs are engaging and fun to read about. I love their Tav (Axel) so much, and his relationship with Astarion. Reccer #2 says:  This is one of my favorite post game fics that I'm reading. I've been keeping up with it for a while now and I've just fallen in love with the original characters created for it. The author does such a great job of describing the scenes around them, I always have a very clear picture of what's going on!

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with a heartbreaking and bloody theme, Revenge Fics!

[charmandabear]

60, 66, and 11 for the writer ask! :3

Writer Asks

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Several times! And it's an incredible feeling. Like a clutch your phone and giggle and kick your feet kind of feeling. @astarionfreak heavily inspired a scene in the first chapter of Office Hours and whenever she comments on my work it's like senpai noticed me lol. And @pursuitseternal is funny bc the first time she commented on one of my things it became the spiderman meme of "omg I love your work!" "No, omg, I love YOUR work!!" And then on top of that, I've found many writers I admire who commented on my work first, including @wolfywolfy and @marlowethebard. This community continues to do nothing but give and I'm extremely grateful for it.

66. How do you deal with pressure (ie. Pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines)

LMAO badly. Pressure to update is entirely self-imposed, my readers are nothing but kind and understanding about my life being a bit of a mess right now. But the problem is that I want to keep writing and I want to update. So it's really a matter of writing when I can and have the motivation, and doing my best not to beat myself up when I can't.

I'm lucky enough that I rarely get negative comments, but when they do, they stick with me. If it's clearly from a troll I just block and move on, that's usually fine. But if it's from someone who I think might otherwise mean well but it still hit me wrong? Or who had a genuinely negative reaction to my work? They live in my head rent free. Fuck, sometimes it doesn't even have to me my work, sometimes I still get mad about a comment that @moochiepoo got on a fic and get angry lmao. To deal with these fuckers who take up space in my head, I try to talk to my spouse about it, or sometimes I'll write out a response to them that I'll never send. But it's tough. I have really bad RSD and have a tendency to hold grudges when I feel wronged by someone. (Don't ask me about my former roommates who owe me $100 lmao)

11. Link three five of your favorite fics right now

It's funny bc I'm currently behind on literally all my favorite fics so maybe posting them will be an excuse for me to force myself to catch up.

pour one out by @aevallare

Your Ruination by @wolfywolfy

Love Me or Hate Me (for both work in my favor) by @pursuitseternal

Ruins by @marlowethebard

The Arrangement by @fangswbenefits (who Tumblr is not letting me tag for some reason

[astarionsbloodsupply]

i need more astarion x tav x gale content guys pls how do i find it @astarionfreak 's wonderful fics got me into this ship and im desperate for content

[amoremagnificentbastard]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @shewhowas39. I wish I had more from the smut fic to share -- I promise I haven't forgotten!

But here's another longfic snippet I've written that I really like.

Tagging @astarionfreak, @brain-rot-central, and @bardic-inspo. Only if you want to!

[scaryanneee]

writing patterns tag game 🖤

thank you to @aevallare for tagging me! :)

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

I don't have 10 fics (not for lack of trying), but I do have 8 fics, so:

1. Pretty Things (Astarion/reader)

A soft breeze off the Chionthar placated the churning in your gut as you approached Withers’ party. But you were resolved — determined not to let him ruin your night.

2. Prodigal Son (Tavyastarion)

“Sorry, but I can’t take the job tomorrow, Vi.”

Tavya shifted her weight back and forth on the creaky floorboards of the Guildhall. While crowded as ever, the space itself had certainly seen better days.

3. Wildheart (Hellspawn)

The words were out of his mouth before he could think better of it. 

4. Think of Me (Astarion/reader)

“By all means, do something less exceptional… and think of me while you’re doing it.”

You walked away quickly, unwilling to give Astarion the satisfaction of seeing your body’s reaction to his words.

5. One Last Crooked Night (Tavyastarion)

Tavya should’ve been at home. It was late, and she had an early morning.

Early morning. She breathed a laugh to no one in particular at this unserious way of referring to her own wedding day, for gods’ sakes.

6. Gifts (f!Tav/Astarion)

As she linked arms with her companions for a rowdy celebration in the Blushing Mermaid, Aunarra couldn’t believe her luck.

7. Midnight Chimes (f!Durge/Astarion)

Astarion thumbed the pommel of his dagger anxiously as he watched the raging duel in the Temple of Bhaal. Firelight danced in Tav’s void-black eyes as she dodged and parried the shapechanger’s increasingly frustrated attacks. He had seen her in battle countless times before, of course, but this felt different.

8. Until the World Falls Down (f!Durge/Astarion)

Stretching out against the silken sheets, absorbed in the sensation of chilled skin on cool fabric, Tav allowed herself a rare moment of mental quietude.

- - -

As far as patterns, um, I guess the main one is that I really like writing about Astarion. Lmao. Also, some very exposition-packed opening sentences here, which I suppose is appropriately "former improv comedian" of me tbh

tagging @brabblesblog and @astarionfreak :)

[astarionfreak]

Are you satisfied, darling?

// Spawn Astarion x Named Fem!Tav

If Naenia could just rub one out on her own maybe she could stop thinking about Astarion and finally get some rest. There's one little flaw in her plan -- it's wriggling around her brain -- and giving the object of her desires a front row seat to her fantasies.

18+ • NSFW • 2.4K words (1/2) • Read on AO3 (the first chapter is below)

Tags: Smut, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Inappropriate Use of Tadpole, Vaginal Fingering, Sexual Fantasy, Vaginal Sex, Vampire Bites

Naenia couldn’t get Astarion out of her mind. That smart mouth of his had tormented her all day.

While his carefully chosen words and almost-too-composed expressions would have worked on her when she was younger, Naenia knew better now.

That didn’t stop her from indulging him — at least every once in a while.

She’d flash him a flirtatious smile.

Stand just a little too close.

Naenia happily leaned into the game, allowed him to think he was playing with her emotions while she toyed with his in return.

But ever since she’d allowed him to drink her blood, the tension between them had only tightened. Apply the right amount of pressure and it threatened to snap.

Then, finally, he propositioned her.

“Darling, I was just thinking about you . . .”

And it had been oh, so easy to deny him.

“I’d rather kiss a leech — they’re just as attractive but take less blood.”

Astarion took the rejection in stride.

“Deny your feelings all you like, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve already tasted you, and that’s all the carnal delight I need.”

Naenia knew she’d made the right choice, but after everyone had withdrawn to their tents and the fire was reduced to an ember — she found her thoughts drifting.

What if she had said yes? Surely she could think of a few other uses for that smart mouth of his.

It was only a split second. Just the flash of an image — Naenia pictured her fingers pressing through white curls as Astarion buried his face between her legs.

Gods, it felt so real.

Naenia bit down on her lower lip, swallowed back a moan that threatened to escape her throat. She sat up and looked around her tent.

Nothing. No movement. She was still alone.

Alone and needy. If she could just rub one out, then maybe she could stop thinking about him and finally get some rest.

She needed no further encouragement. Naenia leaned back and shifted to slide her pants and underwear down past her thighs. A sharp inhale as her left hand slid between her legs.

Her pointer and ring finger spread her lips while her middle finger slid inside — just teasing her entrance for a moment before she dragged it upwards, covering her finger in her slick. Only stopping when she found her most sensitive spot. There her pointer finger joined her middle finger.

One little bundle of nerves. Two wet fingers. Small, slow, circles.

Gods, how was she already so wet?

She tried to clear her mind. She didn’t want to think about him, but the thoughts seemed to come to her all on their own.

Surely there was no harm in indulging in a little fantasy? She pretended it was his fingers parting her lips. His tongue lapping at her clit.

Naenia held her breath. It happened again, and lasted just a little longer this time — she could see him. Her fingers tangled in those white curls, a sharp exhale, his breath on her cunt . . .

His signature scent drifted through her tent. Naenia squirmed, her body responding to her own delicate touches and the images of Astarion she pushed through her mind.

She gasped and increased the pace of her fingers. Naenia focused on the image of him between her legs. She squirmed, whimpered, and bucked her hips up.

She pictured his hands moving to pin her hips down. The muscles in her legs tightened and her entire body quivered. Surely he would reprimand her for not holding still? Naenia used her free hand to cover her mouth — just in time to muffle a moan.

He would squeeze her hips gently before sliding a hand down, fingers brushing lazily over her thigh — teasing her as he worked toward her center.

She continued touching herself at this quickened pace, the thoughts of him sending a sinful heat across her body. Naenia had a clear mental image of what his fingers looked like — she’d studied them closely as he picked locks — but until now she hadn’t allowed herself to picture them inside of her.

He’d use two at first.

Naenia imitated the act, sliding two fingers inside of herself. Her clit throbbed, begging for her attention. Her walls struggled to clench around her fingers. It wasn’t enough.

Astarion. Fuck, I need more.

Gods, his name sounded so delicious — even just in her mind. Just in her fantasies.

Naenia angled herself to slide a third finger in. She fucked herself on her fingers, trying to palm her clit. It still wasn’t enough.

Another muffled moan, a whimper of desire. Her body trembled, and she squirmed. Holding back her moans wasn’t helping. If she could just —

“Astarion, please.” She growled his name against her hand and tossed her head back. That felt good.

Her breath caught in her throat. Then she felt something else entirely. A tug in her mind. No, not a tug, something squirming. A familiar headache.

Oh, Hells, no . . .

She quickly removed her fingers and held her breath.

Oh, yes, darling. Don’t stop now, I was so enjoying the show.

Astarion. In her head. That damn tadpole gave him a front row seat.

The hand that covered her mouth moved to cover her eyes. Like it made a difference. He didn’t need to see through her eyes, he was inside her head. He already saw everything.

How long have you been here?

Long enough.

Naenia didn’t respond, instead she focused on slowing her breathing. But her heart was still racing, and her body begged for the contact to resume.

Astarion broke the silence.

I can leave. We can pretend this never happened. But we both know that’s not what you want . . .

It was just a fantasy, Astarion. It didn’t mean anything.

Mm. Of course.

He was teasing her. Gods.

Show me how this little fantasy of yours would play out?

He’d already seen enough.

Astarion. Get out of my head.

A pause. A frustrated sigh? Did that come from her or from him? The lines were blurred. Naenia wasn’t sure anymore.

Very well. Good night, dear.

Another tug inside her mind, and just like that he was gone.

Her tent felt — colder, darker. The scent of him had evaporated.

It’s fine. She didn’t need him.

Her fingers resumed making small circles around her clit, but it just didn’t feel right. It wasn’t working.

How frustrating. Surely there were past experiences she could think about, other lovers she could imagine — ones that didn’t have tadpoles in their brains inviting them into her fantasies.

Nothing. They existed, sure, but none of them were exciting enough. She stopped touching herself, pulled her pants back up and stared up at the top of her tent.

She would just try to rest without finishing.

But it was like the wetness between her legs was taunting her. Her cunt ached and throbbed. She’d been so close and now she felt . . . empty.

Only rest for the wicked, it would seem.

Hells . . .

She sat up and bit down on her lower lip.

Was she really going to do this?

Yes.

Astarion . . .

Her body instantly flooded with warmth and desire as she invited him in. She could practically feel his roguish smile. The muscles in her shoulders tensed.

Look who came crawling back.

Prick.

Don’t make me regret this.

I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. But . . .

But, what, Astarion?

Our darling leader does like to follow instructions, doesn’t she?

A shiver ran up her spine. Gods, yes. The things she’d do to be a shivering mess beneath him. How did he know her so well?

What do you have in mind?

Just a game. We see just how far we can take things with our little tadpoles.

Naenia didn’t need to consider his suggestion. He already had his answer.

Good girl. His voice soothed her mind, and her body relaxed.

Open your eyes, darling.

Naenia did as she was told.

Ah, so many clothes on. Take them off.

She tugged off her shirt first, exposing her breasts. She could almost feel Astarion’s delight. Her heart raced.

She shifted to lie on her back, lifted her hips and pushed her pants and underwear down her legs. She kicked them off and shoved them aside.

That feels better, doesn’t it? Nod.

Naenia nodded.

You’ve been neglecting your breasts. Give them a squeeze for me.

Naenia took a breast in each of her hands and did as she was told. She melted into her own touch, brushing the palms of her hands against her sensitive nipples.

Keep your right hand on your breast. Slide your left hand between your legs. Show me how you want to be touched.

Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she slid her left hand down her body, quickly finding her clit with two fingers. With her right hand she thumbed over her nipple, teasing herself just enough.

Her pulse quickened, a strangled moan escaped her lips. She tried to stay quiet. She looked down at her swollen clit and watched her fingers work quick, small circles.

Mm. Just like that, huh?

Something shifted, it was like her hand was not her own. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. It truly felt like he was touching her. Naenia succumbed to the feeling.

Fuck, h-how are you doing that?

Don’t worry about the how. Show me what else you like.

She slipped back into a fantasy and she could almost feel his lips ghosting against her thighs. Gentle kisses, the threat of fangs. Would he bite her there? She would certainly allow it.

Another strangled moan, this one a bit louder than any of the others before.

She could almost hear Astarion chuckle.

Naughty girl. You know, if you want me to bite you again, all you have to do is ask.

She felt the weight of him on top of her body. His breath against her neck.

Naenia had to open her eyes to make sure he wasn’t really there. The sensation vanished, her hand was hers again and she struggled to keep pace. She whimpered.

His voice broke through her mind again.

Tell me what you want.

I want you to fuck me, Astarion. Please.

Mm. I’m sure you do. Now show me.

Naenia sighed, closed her eyes and let her imagination take hold once more. She could feel him on top of her. He used his knee to spread her legs for him.

She was soaked, begging to be filled. She pictured his cock, precum leaking at the tip. He’d rub himself along her slit, brushing his cock against her clit before poising himself at her entrance.

Gods. She could feel it as though it was real. With one quick movement he’d be inside —

Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.

Naenia whimpered.

Beg.

Please, Astarion.

Not in your head. Out loud. I want to hear you.

Naenia growled. Was she desperate enough to debase herself like this? Risk waking the others to indulge in what was ultimately just a fantasy?

Yes.

“Astarion, please,” Naenia choked out a desperate plea. Her voice cracked, still barely audible.

I can’t hear you. Try again.

“Astarion, please.” She managed to raise her voice this time.

Please what, darling?

Naenia groaned.

Don’t make me do this.

She could almost feel his satisfied smirk.

I’m not making you do anything.

She tried to imagine him without his help. 

Her fingers picked up pace again around her clit. She shifted and spread her legs. She slid three fingers from her right hand inside herself. She tried to pretend his cock was entering her — but it didn’t work. She needed him.

Fuck.

Was she really going to do this?

The answer was the same as always.

Yes.

She took a deep breath, and this time, when she begged, she didn’t hold back.

“Astarion, please fuck me!”

She was loud enough for the entire camp to hear. She prayed they didn’t.

Naughty girl.

It was enough to satisfy him. The fantasy resumed. It truly felt like he had entered her. Like his cock was stretching her out in the most delicious way.

Her entire body shook, the muscles in her legs tensed. Her body jerked and another moan slipped from her throat — this one was not muffled.

He set a punishing pace — one her fingers struggled to follow — but the line between reality and fantasy was so blurred now her body couldn’t tell the difference.

The tadpole in her brain squirmed again and Naenia felt the connection between them shift. She saw through Astarion’s eyes for the first time. His fingers were curled around his hard cock — fist lazily pumping up and down. Naenia could feel his pleasure as though it belonged to her.

It was too much. Flashes of images slammed through her mind. Positions she wanted so desperately try with him. She pictured him on his back as she bounced herself on his cock, her hands splayed across his alabaster chest.

Another image. This one from Astarion’s point of view. Naenia’s face pressed into his bedroll, his hand tangled in her hair — her back arched and hips raised as he slammed into her from behind.

Each fantasy felt so real. She snapped back into her body for just a split second — before she was thrown into another fantasy.

She was on her back in her tent, he was on top of her, fucking her with long, languid strokes. His teeth were at her neck. He bit down. A sharp pain, and then throbbing numbness. In this fantasy she would come as he fed, her walls pulsing around his cock. He would lose his rhythm. Her body would be a mess of ice and heat.

Naenia moaned. In reality her body tensed and shook. She hadn’t come, but she was close.

His voice broke through once more.

Come undone for me.

That’s all it took. Her brain stopped functioning. All she could feel was their combined pleasure as they both slipped over the edge. Finally. Her orgasm shook her body. She felt his as well, and caught flashes of him finishing on his chest.

Then the visions were gone. Naenia was still dizzy, still trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, and her limbs went limp.

She wasn’t sure how long she was laying there in a puddle of her own sweat and desire before his voice cut through the silence. He sounded as calm and collected as ever.

Are you satisfied, darling?

She laughed.

I’ve had worse.

The tension in her body was gone. She could finally get some rest.

That was fun. I suppose you’re too tired to try anything else.

Naenia’s eyes shot open, she groaned. A flash of desire sparked in her core.

What did you have in mind?

We forgo the tadpoles. Come to my tent and find out.

So much for rest . . .

Chapter two is on AO3.

[astarionfreak]

You're mine, remember?

// Ascended Astarion x Named Fem!Tav (Spawn)

Reuniting with Gale was a surprise. The Vampire Ascendant's reaction to Cassie returning home smelling like Gale . . . Well, that was to be expected.

18+ • NSFW • 3.4K words • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Fingering as a polygraph test, Vampire Ascendant Astarion, Possessive Astarion, Porn With Plot, Vampire Bites, Blood

Chapter One

Gale pulled Cassowary into a warm embrace, the likes of which she had not experienced since her transformation. She breathed him in — allowed the beat of his heart, the rush of blood in his veins, and his scent to overwhelm her senses. Gods. His scent — he smelled of old books bound in leather, and the subtle smokey aroma of amber.

It returned her to a bygone era. Memories of sleeping in the dirt. When she believed each day could be her last. Their little group. Her found family. When Astarion was still that sweet, uncertain boy who wanted to make a new life for himself.

He did make that new life. Cassowary made the choice to follow him, and she would live with that choice. For eternity. No matter the cost.

Gale cleared his throat. “You must know it is no accident that we happened upon each other here.”

Cassowary stepped out of the embrace, her hand lingering just a little too long on his arm. “Happened upon each other at the Elfsong, Gale Dekarios? I didn’t think you took me for a fool,” Cassowary smiled faintly. “You came here looking for me.”

“Ah, well, yes. There is an urgent matter I wish to discuss with you.” A patron bumped into him and Gale stumbled toward Cassowary. She took his arm and steadied him.

“However, it would be better suited for a . . .” Gale paused and gestured to the bustling tavern. “. . . Less populated venue.”

Cassowary took his hand. “Very well. Whisk me away, if you must.”

Gale nodded curtly.

She could no longer hear clinking tankards or patrons shouting at the other drunkards. Instead, she was standing in a quiet and familiar library — one she’d only experienced in the weave. On her final night with Gale.

“Strange. Seeing this now,” Cassowary said. She dropped Gale’s hand and stepped away from him. She walked alongside the rows of books, gently tracing their spines with two fingers. “The life I could have had. If I’d chosen a different path.”

“If you’d chosen me, you mean,” Gale said.

Cassowary stiffened and turned to meet Gale’s eyes. “Gale. I —”

“That’s why I brought you here, Cassie —”

Her stomach lurched.

“No, Gale. If that were true, you would have come for me ages ago.”

Maybe, just maybe, some small part of her wished he had. She still loved Astarion, but their love had been twisted into something darker after he ascended. They were now locked in a perpetual battle for the upper hand.

Gale’s expression faltered. She could still hear his heart — it beat steadily in his chest. There was something in his eyes, a secret he was holding. “Letting you go may be the greatest regret of my life.”

“You didn’t let me go, Gale. I made my choice.” Cassowary closed the distance between them. “Now, speak plainly. Why am I here?”

“I care deeply for you, Cassie. Surely you know this?”

The ache in her chest was unrelenting. She cared for him too, but she wouldn’t say it — she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. It would be a betrayal. Something her lover would simply not allow.

Gale cleared his throat. “Are you safe with him?”

Cassowary laughed, baring her fangs. A show of power to convince both of them of her next lie. “I can take care of myself.”

“I need to hear you say it,” Gale said.

“We all need a lot of things,” Cassowary retorted, avoiding the question. She looked away from him, unable to handle the pain in his eyes.

Gale sighed. “He’s dangerous.”

“I’m a dangerous thing too, Gale. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Yes, your fangs are a stark reminder of how you’ve changed,” Gale chided. “I was prepared to be more subtle, but perhaps that is not the way.”

Cassowary turned to face him, a predatory glint in her eyes. She tilted her head, holding his gaze. She remained silent.

“Cassie,” Gale said her name with a sigh. “I am deeply concerned for your safety. I fear — no, I know, that Astarion is not the same man you fell in love with,” Gale said.

Cassowary held impossibly still. There was no rise and fall of her chest. She waited for him to finish.

“I believe I have discovered a way to return Astarion to his former status. However, it would revoke his — and your — ability to walk in the sun.”

Cassowary’s hand was on Gale’s throat the moment he finished his sentence. She kept her grip on him light, and delicate, but the threat was clear. His pulse was strong, his heartbeat quickened.

“You should know better than to suggest such a thing,” she spat.

Her stomach twisted, reminding her of a hunger she’d been neglecting. How sweet would he taste? Every other meal had been procured for her. She fed on only who Astarion would allow. Often, it was his scraps.

Gale could be hers. Only hers. She wouldn’t share. If Astarion found out, which, he would — she could write it off as punishment for Gale’s blasphemous tongue.

“Remove your hand or I will incinerate you,” Gale said.

His voice snapped her out of her fantasy. She released her grip on his throat and took a step back. Her stomach turned again, but this time it was nausea.

“If you value your life you will return me to the Elfsong with no memory of this interaction,” Cassowary said.

“No,” Gale replied.

“Gale . . .”

“Cassie. This is not the first time we’ve had this conversation. Fortunately, this time, I come prepared.”

Gale took a few steps back, keeping his eyes fixed on Cassowary. Good, he was wise enough to fear her. He reached for a small, rather unimpressive potion bottle sitting on a table.

“What is that?” Cassowary asked.

“As a spawn, Astarion controls you. Your words, not mine,” Gale said. “He has exerted his control over you to ensure that you lie for him, but never to him. This potion should free you of those chains. Permanently. What you choose to do after that, well, that is up to you.”

Gale stepped forward and held out the potion. He promised freedom, and yet, she hesitated.

“And if you’re wrong? If it doesn’t work? When I return home he will smell you on me. He will compel me to tell him everything.”

“It will work.” Gale kept his hand outstretched.

“And if it works but I choose to betray you of my own free will?” Cassowary asked.

“Then he — or both of you are free to try and kill me. I will sleep peacefully knowing your choices are once again yours to make. Be it by Astarion’s side or against him,” Gale said.

“Why should I believe you?” Cassowary asked.

Gale took Cassowary’s hand and pressed the bottle into her palm. “Take it, you’ll feel better,” he said.

Her own words echoed back to her. The same thing she told him as she pressed a magical ring into his hand.

That was enough for Cassowary. She snatched the potion from his hand, ripped the stopper off with her teeth, and downed it in one swift motion. It was flavorless but felt familiar. “Gods, it burns, what is in that?”

“I’d rather not say.”

Cassowary handed Gale the empty potion bottle. “I’d rather you did.”

“Something . . . Illithid. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.”

A pain started to build in the back of Cassowary’s head. She winced.

“Do you feel anything?”

“Just a headache,” she said. “How will I know if it worked?”

“I am confident that it will work,” Gale said. “But if you’re unsure, perhaps there is a way we can test it?”

Cassowary took a deep, unnecessary breath. “There is a way.” She closed the distance between them. Her cold body drank up the heat radiating from his. “I’m going to tell you something that may cause you pain. I’m sorry.”

Gale had been a rather contentious point during one of her many fights with Astarion. Cassowary confessed to still caring for him — Astarion had forbidden her from ever admitting that out loud ever again.

She felt the words form on her tongue. The pain in her head shrank to a sharp point, like a needle driving through her skull.

“I still care for you, Gale. I always have and I always will. I love you.” She felt something snap inside her as the words tumbled from her mouth. A thread had been broken.

The sharp pain in her head grew and expanded to a dull ache.

“Oh.”

That’s all Gale said. Oh.

“You were right. It worked,” Cassowary said. “I feel different — stronger.”

“So that was . . .?”

Cassowary stepped back. She had meant what she said. But for his sake, Gale couldn’t know that. “It was nothing. Just testing my ability to betray him — and you were right, it worked.”

Gale seemed distant now. “Ah, yes, well . . .”

He cleared his throat. “You’ll probably be wanting to get back.”

“That would be for the best, yes,” Cassowary said.

A moment passed in silence. Finally, Cassowary spoke once more. “What you mentioned before — about revoking Mephistopheles gifts . . .”

“Just, consider it,” Gale said. “I know he and I had our differences, but Astarion was my friend too.”

“I am not prepared for this discussion. Do not breathe a word of it to anyone. Do I make myself clear?”

“Clear as crystal,” Gale said.

Silence fell between them once more. Cassowary took the first step. She pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Gale’s lips.

“You’ve given me a gift, Gale. Now send me back.” She closed her eyes and when she opened them she was back in the Elfsong.

Chapter Two

The walk back to the palace was exhilarating. The dull ache in Cassowary’s head was something to be celebrated. Gale delivered on his promise of freedom, and now she had the upper hand.

Cassowary strode confidently through the palace halls. With one strong push, she swung the double doors open to the throne room and stepped inside.

Her confidence faltered when she saw Astarion sitting comfortably on his throne. A brutal reminder that the hold he had over her did not require compulsion.

“Welcome home, my treasure,” he purred.

Her dead heart fluttered. Had she forgotten how perfect he was? It was as though the gods had sculpted him just to ruin her. Ascension had only enhanced his allure. There was no denying her love for him.

Cassowary approached the throne. Astarion’s smile faded — briefly — then returned. He knew. He smelled Gale on her.

Let the games begin.

“How was your little adventure? Didn’t get into any trouble now, did we?” Astarion leaned forward, his red eyes searching Cassowary’s face.

She placed a hand on his firm chest and pushed until he was leaning back against the throne. Cassowary carefully hitched her dress up and placed a knee on either side of his thighs, settling onto his lap.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He growled into her mouth, a frustrated, and needy sound.

Astarion pushed her dress up further and settled his hands on her hips. She pressed her tongue against her own fang, hard enough to draw blood. Astarion’s growl was reduced to a moan as the metallic tang of her blood reached his mouth.

Finally, Cassowary pulled away. She licked her lips, smearing blood as she did so. “No trouble at all,” she said with a smile. “I did run into an old friend of ours.”

Astarion ran his tongue over her lips, licking up the blood. “Oh, and who would that be?”

“Shadowheart.” A simple lie. Cassowary pressed a kiss to Astarion’s jawline.

“Just Shadowheart?” His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to bruise.

Cassowary moaned softly at the pain and nibbled at his jaw. “Just Shadowheart,” she said between kisses.

Astarion pressed his forehead against hers. “I know you’re lying, little love.”

She felt that tug in her mind as he tried to compel her.

“Tell me the truth. Now,” he purred.

Gale’s name was stuck in her throat. It threatened to escape. It took some effort, but she managed to force it down — and lie to Astarion for the first time since he turned her. “I only saw Shadowheart.”

“What? Lying. Really? How?” Astarion punctuated each word with a pause.

He pulled his forehead away and looked past her. “Leave.” The several other thralls milling about the throne room exited swiftly.

Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck and then between her breasts — taking a deep breath each time. “I can smell him on you, darling,” he growled. “So, I’ll ask one more time. Who were you with?”

“Oh,” Cassowary said with a laugh.

“Oh?” Astarion leaned back, shooting her a piercing glare.

“Yes. Silly me. I must have forgotten. I did see Gale today,” she said.

Astarion’s already bruising grip tightened. Heat pooled between Cassowary’s legs.

“Hm. Is that so?”

Cassowary inched forward on his lap and kissed her way up his jawline to his ear. She nibbled at his earlobe.

“You didn’t forget. Tell me the truth.” Cassowary felt Astarion try to exert his power over her once more. Her head ached.

“I forgot. That is the truth,” she said through labored breaths.

“You can lie to me now. Isn’t that a fun little turn of events,” Astarion said. “I suppose this has nothing to do with your little wizard friend.”

He grabbed her dress and slid it up her body. Cassowary leaned back and allowed him to remove it completely, exposing her breasts.

Astarion tossed the dress onto the floor. “Not conspiring against me now, are we?” His hands continued to wander across her body — sending electric sparks over her skin.

He pressed a kiss to the top of each of her breasts, breathing her in. Checking for Gale.

“No, my love. Nothing like that,” Cassowary said.

He grabbed her underwear with two hands and ripped it, tearing it off her body, and tossing it to the floor as well.

“It seems I’ll have to resort to other methods to ensure you’re being completely honest with me,” Astarion growled.

He shifted Cassowary in his lap and slid a hand up to her throat, keeping a firm grip on her. He shoved his other hand between her legs. She gasped as he slipped two fingers inside her without warning.

“You’re already so wet. Naughty girl,” he said.

Cassowary held onto his shoulders and squirmed. She found the most delicious pleasure in the unexpected intrusion.

She pressed her throat against his hand, almost as if asking him to squeeze. Astarion did not oblige.

He pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered. Her body already missed the contact. Cassowary may have gained her freedom, but she was right where she wanted to be — beholden to his whims and desires.

Astarion raised those fingers to his mouth. They glistened, sticky with her desire. He sucked on them. After a moment, he removed them with a lewd popping noise. “You’re lucky you don’t taste like him,” he whispered.

Cassowary shivered. What would he have done if she tasted like Gale? A sinful part of her wanted to know.

Astarion shifted. The hand that was around her throat moved and his thumb pressed against her lips, demanding she open her mouth. Cassowary did as she was instructed, melting into his touch as his thumb slipped into her mouth and pressed against her tongue. She began to suck, holding eye contact with Astarion.

Again, without warning, his fingers were back inside her cunt. Cassowary choked out a soft moan around his thumb.

“I know you didn’t drink his blood,” Astarion said. “But, did you want to?”

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and returned his grip on her throat. Astarion’s other two fingers inside her did not move.

She remembered the sound of Gale’s blood rushing through his veins, his strong heartbeat.

“Yes,” Cassowary confessed.

Astarion held her in place. “Naturally. Good girl. Now I have my baseline.” He pushed his fingers further into her. “Did you touch him?”

Cassowary’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to sink further down on his fingers, but he wouldn’t let her. “Yes.”

“Where?” Astarion asked.

“We hugged,” she whimpered.

Cassowary slid a hand between her thighs and began rubbing small circles around her clit.

Astarion growled, released her neck, and grabbed her wrist. “No.”

She met his eyes, pleading.

“You ask for permission before you touch yourself,” he said.

“Please, Astarion.” She threw her head back, frustrated with the lack of contact.

“No,” he said. “Look at me.”

She met his eyes. There was something predatory in his gaze now, it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. She would do anything for him.

“Did you kiss him?” Astarion asked, his voice low.

Her walls clenched around his fingers, just for a moment. “No.”

“Liar,” he hissed. Astarion curled his fingers, brushing her g spot. “Touch yourself now.”

Cassowary needed no further instruction. She found her clit and began to work quick, sinful circles. Astarion slid his dexterous fingers in and out of her so slowly.

“I’ll ask again,” he said. “Did you kiss him?”

Fuck he felt so good. The only thing that would have felt better was his cock. She rolled her hips, pressing his fingers deeper into her. “Once. Mm — just once. N-nothing —”

Gods. This shouldn’t work. She should be able to lie to him.

“Show me,” he demanded.

Cassowary stopped touching herself to reenact the kiss. Chaste. Simple. Something common between friends. The truth.

Astarion growled. His fingers stopped moving. He grabbed her wrist again to stop her from touching herself. “Did you fuck him?”

“No,” Cassowary said, breathless.

“Did he want to fuck you?”

“I — I don’t know,” Cassowary shifted in his lap enough to feel his erection.

Astarion growled again, low, and angry. “Did you want him to fuck you?”

The memory of her only night with Gale rose to the surface. It had been ethereal.

Did she want Gale to fuck her again? Her walls fluttered and clenched around Astarion’s fingers.

“No,” she said. She wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not. What she did know, was that right now, she wanted Astarion more than anything else. “I only w-want you.”

“Good girl,” Astarion purred. He released his grip on her wrist and Cassowary began to touch herself again.

“Who do you belong to?” Astarion looked down at the wet mess between her legs. He curled his fingers and began fucking her slowly.

“F-fuck,” Cassowary whimpered. “Mm. You.”

“Say it.” His free hand slid up her back to pull her closer to him. He pressed his face into her neck, lips ghosting over her skin.

“I b- belong to you,” she whimpered.

“Again,” he demanded. The sharp edge of his fangs teased her neck.

“I- I belong to you, Astarion,” Cassowary managed to choke out between moans.

“That’s right, little bird. You’re mine, remember? I don’t need to compel you to know that your future is mine to decide.”

“Yours. All yours.” Gods, she was so close. Her desire was building to a crescendo and one little push would send her over the edge.

“We’ll be together forever,” he whispered against her neck.

“Forever,” Cassowary moaned. “I’m yours forever, Astarion.” That one little thing that would send her over the edge, she knew what it was now. “B-bite me. Please.”

“My pleasure.” Astarion sank his fangs into her neck. A pain she knew all too well. Exactly what she needed.

She saw stars behind her closed eyes. Her body shook and her walls pulsed as she came around his fingers, crying his name. She could feel him smile against her skin as he greedily gulped down her blood.

Cassowary went limp, melting into him. Astarion slipped his fingers out of her overly-sensitive cunt. He tore himself away from her neck and pulled her flush against his chest.

“You know I adore you,” Astarion said.

She collapsed, her own face nestling against his neck. She breathed him in — bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy. Home. Hers, all hers.

Then, for the first time, it occurred to her that she could bite him. When he turned her she was granted one drop of his blood. Now, with his power over her gone — she could take more power all for herself. Level the playing field.

But he was stroking her back so lovingly. She felt so happy right here, on his lap. His. She sighed against his neck. There would be another chance to take what she deserved. For now, she was fuck drunk and satisfied.

[astarionfreak]

The blood on your hands is mine (1/?)

// Astarion x Named Dark Urge

Wren is a wretched thing. Astarion has a soft spot for wretched things.

***

The blighted village was only intended to be a pit stop on their way to locate the druid. But in her haste, Wren had led them right into a trap. The goblins had the high ground and they managed to dole out some damage before they finally fell to arrows and spells.

Wren had enjoyed the butchery, but spilling goblin blood had not been enough to quell the hunger curling up in the pit of her stomach and crawling up the back of her throat. Wren forced the bile down with a soft groan as she dropped to her knees beside one of the dead goblins. She rummaged through pockets, checking for anything worth salvaging. She just needed a second to clear her head.

Being that close to death did more harm than good. The stench of the slaughter brought forth an array of emotions — the most prominent of which was pure delight.

Delight?

What sort of monster was she that blood and guts could elicit such feelings? Her mind swam with violent thoughts. It would be so easy to plunge both of her hands into the chest of this creature and revel in how sticky and sweet the blood would feel as it ran warm between her fingers. Pressed against her face. Pooled on her tongue.

A shiver ran up her spine. She shouldn’t. She won’t.

“Are you alright, darling? You look pale — and that’s coming from me,” Astarion asked.

His voice cut through her thoughts, helping to break her free of this obsession with death — at least for a moment.

“I’m fine,” Wren insisted through clenched teeth. She curled her fingers around the shaft of an arrow that was lodged in the goblin’s chest. With one good yank and a slight twist of her wrist the arrow came free.

The goblin’s flesh tore with a delicious — no, sickening — squelch. The sound made Wren’s heart flutter with glee. These ribs would crack so easily. How exquisite would that sound? She could take her time, break them one by one.

“Wren?” Astarion’s voice was distant, like he was calling to her from under water.

Wren shook her head again, trying to come back into her body. “Yeah, yeah, I’m finished here.”

She could feel Astarion’s eyes on the back of her neck.

That, too, made her heart flutter.

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[astarionfreak]

Wren: 🗡️🥰🩸

Gale: 🫣

Aatarion: LET 👏 HER 👏 COOK 👏

Lae'zel: 😒

From chapter 2 of The blood on your hands is mine:

The Gur never stood a chance. He died choking on his own blood. In fact, he’d been dead for quite some time — and yet, Wren continued to carve into him.

Her skin, slick with sweat and blood, glistened in the sun. She seemed to enjoy the sounds her blade made as it sank into wet flesh, the occasional scrape of metal on bone.

The wizard cleared his throat. “Wren? I, uh . . . I hate to interrupt, but I do believe whatever message you’re trying to send has been unequivocally received.”

“Oh, please. There are so few pleasures afforded to us these days. I say let the woman enjoy herself,” Astarion said with a wave of his hand. “One man’s mangled corpse is another woman’s canvas. Or, however, the saying goes.”

“Tchk. It was an efficient kill. The mess is unnecessary,” Lae’zel said.

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✘ exile (or: how you learned to stay) (20/?) Dark fic / Dead dove | Ascended Astarion (Evil) x Reader (Fem!Durge) & Shadowheart x Reader (Fem!Durge) | Read on AO3.

You turned away from everyone after defeating the Netherbrain. You spiraled out of control. Then, at your very lowest, Astarion, the Vampire Ascendant, found you. You give him everything. But your heart still belongs to Shadowheart -- and Astarion will never let you go.

✘ days of hedonistic debauchery (4/9) | Gale x Tessa (Fem!Tav) x Astarion | Read on AO3.

For Tessa, Astarion coming to stay with her and Gale in Waterdeep has been a dream come true. Even Gale is learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. But nothing can ever really be that simple, can it?

✘ - ON HIATUS - the blood on your hands is mine (3/?) | Astarion x Wren (Fem!Durge) | Read on AO3.

Wren is a wretched thing. Dark thoughts consume her mind, urging her to kill, kill, kill. Her hunger for murder is only matched by Astarion’s thirst for blood. She’s fascinated by him. After all, he makes for such a perfect, pretty corpse.

Astarion thinks Wren looks particularly exquisite when she’s killing to protect him. If only he can figure her out, then he’d have her wrapped her around his little finger. It should be easy, right? Manipulate her feelings and ensure her dark thoughts are directed at his enemies — never at him.

✘ - ON HIATUS - carve it in red (2/?) | Ascended Astarion x Serin (Fem!Durge) | Read on AO3.

Astarion, the Vampire Ascendant. He brought Baldur’s Gate to its knees. He is the man who has everything, but he lost her. Serin. His mad love. Consumed by her urge. Can she be saved?

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✔ at least you purr for me (1/1) | Astarion x Reader (Fem!Tav) | only on AO3

You've been faking orgasms your entire life. And yes, you even faked during that night in the forest with Astarion. After a couple bottles of wine, the truth comes out and Astarion wants to rectify the situation.

✔ the lick of poison (1/1) | Astarion x Naenia (Fem!Tav) | Read on AO3 or Tumblr

She hadn’t recognized the mushroom by sight. But now she recognized it by sensation. A powerful, and often deadly aphrodisiac. She had a long night ahead of her. If she were to survive . . .

✔ are you satisfied, darling? (2/2) | Astarion x Naenia (Fem!Tav) | Read on AO3 or Tumblr

If Naenia could just rub one out on her own maybe she could stop thinking about Astarion and finally get some rest. There's one little flaw in her plan -- it's wriggling around her brain -- and giving the object of her desires a front row seat to her fantasies.

✔ palisade afternoon (1/1) Dark fic / dead dove | Ascended Astarion x Reader (Fem!Durge) | Read on AO3.

How long did you spend planning your escape only for it to fail? Astarion has bound you to him, body and soul. He has complete control. You are helpless as he takes advantage of you.

✔ beg like you need it (1/1) Astarion x Tessa (Fem!Tav) x Gale | Read on AO3 or Tumblr

Astarion, Tessa and Gale were thrown into jail. Astarion has some ideas on how to pass the time. He doesn't mind if Gale listens. But, if the wizard wants to use their little tadpole friends to watch, well, he'll have to beg.

✔ you'll hate me (make love) (1/1) | Ascended Astarion x Reader (Fem!Tav) | Read on AO3

You left Astarion after he completed the ritual. You lost the love of your life. You mourned him. Now, a year later, you return to him in a moment of desperation. Astarion grants you one last night with the man you lost.

or: Ascended Astarion pretends to be his spawn self as Tav's dying wish and they fuck on his grave.

✔ that darling neck of yours (1/1) | Astarion x Reader (Fem!Tav) | Read on AO3

When Astarion pulled you down to the ground and held that blade to your throat, it awakened your desire. He noticed -- and he's going to hold it against you (again).

✔ you're mine, remember? (2/2) | Ascended Astarion x Cassowary (Fem!Tav Spawn) | Read on AO3 or Tumblr

Reuniting with Gale was a surprise. The Vampire Ascendant's reaction to Cassie returning home smelling like Gale . . . Well, that was to be expected.

✔ now that his heart beats (1/1) | Ascended Astarion x Reader | Read on AO3 or Tumblr

You lay with your head on Astarion's chest. Your body is so quiet since you followed him into eternity. Astarion's is so loud, now that his heart beats again.

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Angst: A BG3 Rec List

This week, we have Angst!  Check under the cut for 12 fics that include a lot of that oh so tasty pain (both emotional and physical!), and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

The lick of poison by astarionfreak (4994,Explicit) Warnings: Sex pollen, fuck or die, dubious consent, forced orgasm Pairings: Astarion/Naenia (Fem!Tav)

This is a sex pollen/fuck or die fic. Naenia is the only one affected. Astarion has some complex feelings about consent. It's set in Act 1 in the Underdark.

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Daisies On My Nightstand by Thedrowlock on AO3 and bhaalbabebardlock on tumblr (158000,Explicit) Warnings: PLEASE be mindful of all tags and chapter notes especially as you progress through the story. This fic takes a hard, hard dive into dead dove territory at chapter sixty and stays there (the angst stays too). This is an ongoing, updates almost daily longfic. Part one is almost complete. Pairings: Named Dark Urge (Ilara)/Astarion; Ilara/Gortash, Ilara/Shadowheart, Ilara & Raphael, Ilara/A!Astarion

The story of a Bhaal-spawn who only ever wanted her freedom, and how far she'll go to find it.

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In Another Life (I Found You) by grovyrosegirl (74380,Mature) Warnings: Violence, Death, Grief, Kidnapping, Emotional/Psychological Abuse Pairings: Gale/Tav

Five years after the Netherbrain’s defeat, Gale and Connie (Tav)’s happy married life is interrupted when Connie is suddenly kidnapped by a mysterious intruder. This intruder turns out to be another Gale, from a world where he claimed the Crown of Karsus.

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Deo volente by cyranonic (33529,Mature) Warnings: astarion's past is mentioned, so i guess TW: Astarion :( Pairings: Astarion/Gale

Astarion is having a shitty time post game, miserable without the sun. Gale is having a miserable time as well. Watch them drag each other down even worse!

Reccer says: a darker look than many fics at what could occur after the game is over, with some characters feeling abandoned. Super well written in general, great Astarion voice.

Oathbreaker by Mellybaggins (173240,Explicit) Warnings: Major character death, rape/non-con, religious trauma, some dead dove content Pairings: Tav/Astarion, Tav/Halsin, Tav/OC

A longfic about an oathbreaker paladin navigating the events of the game, and working through her own memories of why she broke her oath.

Reccer says: It seems like a standard Tav fic at first, but takes a sharp turn into OC territory when Raphael messes with her memories.

jackrabbit by tomorrowsrain (15589,Teen) Warnings: past abuse (really, CW: Astarion :( ) Pairings: Astarion & Karlach, Astarion & Wyll

Astarion wakes up on the beach in the sun and realizes he has a chance at becoming a person again. Maybe.

Reccer says: Seriously one of the best examinations of Astarion's transformation during the game from the start of act 1 to mid act 2 that is out there. A treasure to read.

You'll hate me (make love) by astarionfreak (5305,Explicit) Warnings: Character About to Die, Smut, Sad and Sweet, Angst, Bittersweet Pairings: Astarion/Tav

Ascended Astarion pretends to be his spawn self as Tav's dying wish and they fuck on his grave.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Diary of a Dark Consort by NottaBear (8,619 and growing ,Mature) Warnings: Implied/Referenced sexual assault, emotional manipulation Pairings: Named Tav/Ascended Astarion

A found diary style story following the life of a Vampire Lords consort.

Reccer says: I liked it!

i still want to live by fetch_me_penguins (7750,Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Astarion & Jaheira, Tav & Jaheira

An angsty take on the premise of Cazador kidnapping Tav to replace the spawn she killed on the Ascension ritual and to teach Astarion a lesson on obedience.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Ruin. by Thedrowlock (3859,Explicit) Warnings: Major character death, smut Pairings: Astarion/f! reader

It's been five years since you left The Vampire Ascendant and everything he offered you, but now you're back to handle him. Why is that so hard?

Reccer says: I liked it!

Stolen Futures by onlymine139 (2530,General) Warnings: Major character death Pairings: Gale/Tav

Gale and Tav journey to Waterdeep to start their new life together, only to be interrupted by a devastating realization.

Reccer says: Just some good old fashioned heartbreak.

when the work needs doing, she will see it done by vampireposter (7940,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: The Dark Urge & Jaheira

A small neglected and abused child attempts to assassinate Jaheira, so she adopts her about it

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