#but if he wanted to be forced? then i could comply 😇

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

I want to dress cute boys in slutty lingerie and short dresses, but I hope any transmasc boys I want to do this to don’t misunderstand this as a “detransition” thing. Like, no, I see you fully as a guy, my dude! I just happen to think you’d look really cute in a short skirt and panties while I fuck you.

You know, just like everyone else 😇

[wilt1ng]

BG3 ASTARION ONE-SHOT:

His Capture

Warnings: Mature Content, dubcon cw, Predator v prey, stalking, horny. 😇

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You had tested your luck one too many times traveling by yourself near nightfall.

Someone was lurking beneath the shadows, following you no matter the distance you created. You tried your best to venture forward in a calm manner so as not to alert whatever was following you that you had caught on, but your heart rate betrayed that facade.

In a swift motion, you hid yourself behind a tree. Knowing it'd only be momentarily until your stalker had caught up, you grabbed a dagger you hid within the boot. Your heart was nearly pounding from your chest, not sure who had the upper hand here. Silence with the occasion stir of nature was all you heard for long agonizing minutes before deciding you may need to investigate.

You knelt low to the floor and peeked your head from your position, finding nothing to see except the plains. Releasing a breath of relief, you felt as if you were perhaps being paranoid. A susceptible conclusion if it weren't for the cold hands that wrapped around your neck.

Before you could scream, you felt their hand harshly muzzle your mouth. They attacked from behind, so you couldn't yet catch a glimpse of your attacker. They took advantage of your weakened position and pushed you into the grass beneath you. Now that they had you on your stomach, face in the dirt, you were where vulnerable for the taking.

"My, my, a human traveling alone at night? I just had to accept the invitation." He taunted

You felt his breath against the back of your neck as his nose dipped in and from the crevice of your neck, taunting your naivety to his intentions.

"Thought you could best me, little bird?"

"Please, I have gold-"

The man brought a dagger to your throat, and it was much sharper than your own.

"I don't give a damn about your money. What I desire is far more valuable... and you can give it to me."

"Gods, don't kill me." You begged.

"Your gods aren't here, darling, only I."

He pulled the dagger from your throat and held it to your back instead.

"Turn around and look at me."

You hesitated. A moment too long apparently.

"I won't ask again, dear."

Astarion poked his dagger further into your back, barely penetrating skin.

You winced and turned around as you were told. Finally, your eyes met with those of a predator. Just by his crimson red eyes and pale complexion, you could see what he truly was.

"Like what you see?" He asked, poking fun in your stunned appearance.

Instinctually, you brought your hand to your neck, now realizing what he had in store for you.

"No... no, please."

"No, as in you 'don't' like what you see or?" Astarion asked, half genuine.

"I won't allow you my blood, demon." You retorted.

"Oh really?" Astarion lifted the tip of his blade to your throat.

"And what exactly are you going to do to stop me?"

You were lost in silence, knowing all you had for ammo was empty threats and wishes. You knew he was in complete control of this situation, and at any moment, he could take what he desires.

"I..." You wanted to say something, anything to delay the inevitable.

"I, I what?" He smiled, cocking his head at you.

"I 'need' you? Or... I will obey?" Astarion mocked.

"Well, I sure hope you will, my dear."

He traced the tip of his dagger up and down your neck with enough force to scrape your skin. You shared no reaction, maybe from bravery or maybe from fear. Either way, you wouldn't react.

"You're quite... something you know."

Astarion brought the blade to the collar of your shirt.

"It would be a waste to bleed you dry in one sitting. So why don't you make this easy for both of us?"

You looked up at him, only now realizing the prominence of your height difference.

"You'll spare me... if I comply?" You asked, mostly for assurance.

Astarion smiled.

"Darling, I'll do more than spare you. I'll leave you with a night you won't soon forget I can promise you that."

There was a tone shift in his voice, something much more lustful. With his free hand, Astarion tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, grazing your cheek in the process. His touch was cold but electrifying. You almost craved more.

"Will it hurt?" You asked, that sense of worry in your voice.

"Now darling, let's not ask stupid questions."

Astarion brought his hand to your neck and caressed your vein gently with his thumb.

"It will hurt, at first."

His gaze never left you.

"But... you'll feel more exilerating things than pain. I can promise you that."

You were silent a moment, but not as long as before. You learned your lesson keeping him waiting.

"You're talking as if I chose this. I have no choice than to do as you say." You boldy retorted.

"You could always die?" Astarion replied nonchalantly.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

"Fuck." You sighed to yourself, avoiding his gaze a mere moment.

Astarion cupped your face in his hand, making you look at him.

"You can scream if it becomes too much.~" Astarion smiled, leaning closer to your face. You wanted to back away, but he held you tight in place.

Before you could register it, Astarion intertwined his fingers within your hair and pulled you even closer, planting his cold lips onto your own. The shock of feeling his fangs brush your lip felt like a gamble in itself. This wasn't part of his deal, and the both of you knew it. Astarion was just being greedy.

You attempted to shove him away, of course, but what good did that do? Instead, Astarion forced your footing backward until you found yourself sandwiched between him and a stone wall. The force from which you were slammed made you gasp, allowing his tongue further entry.

With enough strength that you can muster, you began to slam your fists against his chest, but to no avail. Astarion grabbed your wrists easily with just one hand as he furthered his advances. After many efforts to shove him off, he finally sunk his fang into your bottom lip. The shock made you wince in pain, moaning against his mouth in agony.

"Hush now, little bird.~" Astarion spoke softly as he continued to lick and nibble on your lip, savoring every moment.

"I know it hurts, but you're doing so good." He praised, hugging your body closer.

Eventually, Astarion's lips traveled their way to the most sensitive spots on your neck. He knew every which way to make you gasp and shudder under his touch. Truth was his thirst was already satisfied, but a new hunger grew.

"O-okay." You uttered softly, putting your hands inbetween him and your chest.

"That's enough."

But Astarion didn't want to stop. He continued licking and sucking onto your neck until your vision began darkening.

"S-stop." You weakly demanded, barely able to speak above a whisper.

Astarion continued hushing you as he planted kisses onto your neck and jawline, placing bites here and there.

"You're my favorite thus far." Astarion moaned into your neck. He pulled away and leaned into your ear, merely brushing it with his lips.

"I think I'll keep you."