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scrapsovereign · 4 months ago

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Ready, Aim, Fire

Summary: When Gale recounts how he became proficient with ranged weapons, he's going to have quite the salacious story to tell about how he learned from Astarion's "hands-on" teaching style.

(Astarion x Gale/Bloodweave, NSFW, 1.8K words under the cut)

“Having trouble, darling?”

Astarion takes a generous swig of the vinegary swill Shadowheart promised him was the ‘good stuff’, knowing the answer to his question before Gale can answer. There’s a handful of clues - such as how Gale’s ears flush with embarrassment at his appearance and how he fists the shortbow with a clammy, white-knuckled grip.

The most telling is the lack of arrows piercing the target before him.

“Putting it simply, yes. I think it’s time to call it quits, I’ve had quite enough of my own incompetence for one evening,” Gale seethes.

“Come now, my dear wizard. This is the first time I’ve seen you pick up a weapon in the weeks we’ve been traveling together,” Astarion draws closer to Gale with a voice that’s smooth as the silk of his shirt, licking his lips involuntarily from the way the mage’s frustration makes his blood hammer through his veins. “Unless you were a crackshot before we were whisked away on our calamari cruise, I wouldn’t expect you to be one now.”

“Ranged weaponry is a valuable skill for every adventurer to incorporate into their repertoire. With my recently weakened control of the weave it’s strategic preparation to have a backup combat method at the ready,” Gale punctuates his statement with a brandished finger before making a gesture that brings attention to his body. “I shouldn’t expect to make much progress, as evidenced by my poor physical condition.”

Astarion’s brows knit together in disapproval at the harsh manner of how the wizard regards himself.

He wishes Gale could see what he does. The wizard is an absolute treat in the twilight, naked from the waist up, droplets of sweat clinging to every delicious, soft, olive-skinned curve of his. Wisps of rich brown and silver hair cling to the moisture on his noble brow, his magnificent locks pulled back in a ponytail that Astarion’s domineering hands itch to twirl into a length of silken rope for him to control.

Gale isn’t ignorant to the hungry way in which Astarion regards him. He’s ready to inquire what’s gotten into his bloodthirsty friend when cool, elegant fingers snatch the wiry protuberance of his chin.

“My, my. That bitch goddess of yours really did a number on your self-esteem, didn’t she?” Astarion murmurs, angling Gale’s face down to stare in to those gorgeous chocolate eyes of his.

“I can show you how to do it, you know,” Astarion drawls, batting the lashes of his half-lidded eyes. “I’m quite the excellent instructor.” He can hear Gale’s heartbeat pound faster as he draws closer, his hand drawing down to rest against the warm column of his throat.

Gale swallows thickly in reaction to Astarion’s thinly veiled flirtations, thrilled by the pressure of the cool hand clasped around his neck. “A clarification, if you don’t mind…you’ll show me how to do what, exactly?”

Astarion releases him and swirls the dregs of the last few mouthfuls of wine, knocking back what’s left in the bottle.

“Why, teach you a bit of archery, that is!” He gives Gale a rakish grin, gesturing with open arms to the range on which they stand together.

Gale stares at him slackjawed and dumbfounded by something Astarion can only assume is the brilliance of his dangerous smile.

“Get to it then, show me your progress so far,” Astarion draws a line with the empty bottle in his hands from where Gale stands to the target down the range.

By the time the arrow whizzes past the target, he can see at least 10 things Gale did wrong. It’s no matter, Gale will be shooting perfectly by the lesson’s conclusion. He’ll make sure that the wizard intimately knows what he’s about to teach him.

Especially with the unorthodox instruction he’s about to recieve.

“Alright then. I want you to stand as you’re about to shoot. Let me look at you,” Astarion intentionally gives Gale an eyefucking from the bottoms of his soles to the top of his head, amused by how he shivers underneath his lustful gaze.

He slowly sinks down to his knees before Gale, noticing how the the wizard’s pupils eclipse the brown ring of his irises at the very sight.

Astarion looks down, tutting at the placement of Gale��s feet, “You’re going to have a much easier time shooting if your leg is forward,” he pats the offending thigh much higher than would be appropriate, a signal for the mage to advance his foot. Gale ekes his foot politely to the front, his timid movement annoying the rogue below him.

Astarion grasps the inside of Gale’s thigh and his calf, hearing him hiss as he roughly yanks him to the correct position.

A position that happens to trap Astarion directly underneath him.

“Like that. Perfect,” he puffs out innocently against the crotch of Gale’s trousers, watching them jump at his words. He rises to his feet and intentionally brushes up against the wand in the wizard’s pants, stirring his own arousal in the process.

“Now. I’m going to stand behind you, and move you into…position for me,” Astarion trails a single finger as he moves, Gale’s flesh pricking underneath. The mage is basically putty in his hands as he arranges his torso, allowing him to mold and shape him into whatever he desires.

“I want you to draw your elbow back as if you’re really pulling the string back- ah, there it is,” Astarion wraps his arms around Gale’s, hearing his breath hitch when he forces them back. “Do you feel that?” Astarion taunts, rolling his hips forward to rub his cock against the taut cleft of Gale’s backside.

Gale opens his mouth to reply, instead choking on his own saliva at the sinful feel of Astarion’s erection pressing against him.

“Which...sensation am I supposed to be observing?” Gale asks in a strained voice, groaning when Astarion thrusts forward again.

“Between your shoulder blades. Notice how they pinch together, how your chest opens up. It helps your aiming arm to stay level- which, yours is much too…stiff,” Astarion rumbles against the round shell of Gale’s ear. He curves the arm grasping the bow slightly, distracting him from how his other hand snakes down towards the front of Gale’s pants.

“That’s a good boy,” Astarion praises, hearing the smallest of whimpers escape from Gale’s throat. “Can you continue to be a good boy for me?”

“I…yes,” Gale gasps, huffing at the feeling of the elegant fingers that have begun to dance across the swell of his clothed erection.

“If you can hit that target before your quiver is empty, I’ll grant you a reward of your choosing,” Astarion gently presses a kiss to the flushed skin of Gale’s ears. “But that’s only if you can make your mark. What do you desire, Gale?” He wonders aloud, teasing his hand along the waistband of the mage’s pants.

“I want you to…I want you to touch me,” Gale whispers, answered by a sharp bite at his earlobe.

“Louder. And more specific. What do you want me to touch?” Astarion coos.

“I want you to touch…my cock,” Gale stutters, the filthy word tumbling out of his mouth awkwardly.

Astarion giggles condescendingly in response, “You’re adorable. Don’t be ashamed to use your words, my sweet. I rather like it when you do,” he moans, languidly rutting his erection back and forth against the cleft in the wizard’s cheeks, his breath hitching when the tip of his penis grazes the swell of Gale’s lower back.

Cool fingertips breach the borders of Gale’s trousers and enchanted underwear, moving only a centimeter or two before they graze something hot, slick, and smooth.

“Bloody hells, how am I going to concentrate on the task at hand when all I want is for you to have your wicked way with me?!” Gale grits out through his teeth, thrusting his hips upward to smear precum along the palm of Astarion’s hand.

“Battles can be overwhelming with distractions, I just thought I’d assist easing you into it with a…helping hand,” Astarion says with a cruel grin. He wraps his hand around the velvety thickness of Gale’s cock and squeezes, feeling his own begin to ache and twitch from how Gale sobs for him.

“Fuck, Astarion…” Gale’s voice cracks when Astarion begins to pump his hand tortuously up and down his rigid staff.

“Hit the target first,” Astarion chides, bringing his hand up to stroke over the head of Gale’s weeping cock. “And if you’re a really, really good boy for me, if you can get three in a row I’ll take you back to my tent and fuck you until there’s no more thoughts left in that brilliant mind of yours,” he growls, tightening his grip as he strokes Gale faster.

Gale’s body trembles as he draws back the bow and lets the string loose too early. Not a terrible attempt, he’d managed to lodge the arrow into the wooden pole that holds up the target.

“Four more arrows left, you can do this for me, can’t you?” Astarion pouts, nuzzling the sweaty curve of Gale’s neck, quickening the pace of his fist.

Gale’s chest heaves as he takes a deep breath, draws his shoulders back as instructed. Astarion can feel he’s close with how he twitches rhythmically in his hands, how his cock has stiffened, his breathy pants growing heavier.

“Stop here. Do you want to cum, pet?” Astarion gasps, licking a line along the tense ropes of Gale’s neck muscles.

Gale whimpers and nods, his arms starting to shake from the strain of holding the bowstring taut.

“What did I say about using your words?” Astarion says coldly.

He can feel Gale on the very edge now, all it’s going to take is a few more strokes of his hand.

"Ready..."

Astarion stops abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and leak when Gale sobs an unintelligible complaint, “Please keep going, please don’t stop, let me cum Astarion…”

“...Aim…” Astarion breathes the command, setting a brutal pace as he strokes Gale towards his inevitable peak.

“...And fire,” Gale cries out as he lets loose the arrow, leaning his head back onto Astarion’s shoulder as thick, hot ropes of his seed spill over Astarion’s fist.

Bullseye.

Gale drops the bow, whipping around to crush Astarion’s lips to his in an urgent, searing kiss. There’s nothing nice about it- the only way Astarion can think of it describe it accurately is with the cliche phrase ‘their tongues battled for dominance’.

Gale breaks away to catch his breath, cradling Astarion’s head tenderly in his aching hands. “I cannot produce the same results again, my arms are on fire,” he complains, resting his sweaty brow against the other man’s. “But, if you’re amenable, I’d still very much like you to ruin me.”

“And ruin you I shall, my sweet,” Astarion grins mischievously, “After you give me two more.”

#bg3 smut #bloodweave #astarion x gale #happy murica day have some sad old man yaoi instead #low key wrote this just to call Mystra a bitch

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alyjojo · 4 months ago

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Happy Birthday ‘Murica, whose birth chart is like if you combined Luke Bryan with Eminem, and I can’t think of anything more American than that. Home is where the heart is, at a tailgate, now hold my beer…

Cancer ☀️ Aquarius �� Sagittarius ⬆️

The Signs of US States 🇺🇸

Aries ♈️

Not one state ☹️ blame your Cancer country.

Taurus ♉️

- Minnesota 🏒 (Moon Aries)

- Louisiana 👻 (Moon Sagittarius)

- Maryland 🦀 (Moon Aquarius)

Gemini ♊️

- Tennessee 🤠 (Moon Aries)

- Wisconsin 🧀 (Moon Aries)

- Arkansas 🦌 (Moon Cancer)

- West Virginia 🌲 (Moon Leo)

- Kentucky 🥃 (Moon Libra)

- Rhode Island ⛵️ (Moon Sagittarius)

- South Carolina 🥬 (Moon Capricorn)

Cancer ♋️

- Wyoming 🌋 (Moon Taurus)

- Idaho 🥔 (Moon Capricorn)

- New Hampshire 🦞 (Moon Aquarius)

- Virginia 🫡 (Moon Pisces)

Leo ♌️

- Hawaii 🏝️ (Moon Aries)

- New York 👗 (Moon Taurus)

- Colorado 🏔️ (Moon Capricorn)

- Missouri ⚾️ (Moon Capricorn)

Virgo ♍️

- California 🎥 (Moon Scorpio)

Libra ♎️

Not one state ☹️ blame your Cancer country.

Scorpio ♏️

- Oklahoma 🌪️ (Moon Aries)

- Montana 🐴 (Moon Taurus)

- Washington 🎸 (Moon Cancer)

- Nevada 🎰 (Moon Scorpio)

- North Carolina 🎣 (Moon Capricorn)

- North Dakota 🫎 (Moon Pisces)

- South Dakota 🏍️ (Moon Pisces)

Sagittarius ♐️

- New Jersey 🎡 (Moon Aries)

- Indiana 🚘 (Moon Virgo)

- Alabama 🥜 (Moon Scorpio)

- Delaware ☝️ (Moon Scorpio)

- Mississippi 🚤 (Moon Capricorn)

- Pennsylvania 🍫 (Moon Capricorn)

- Illinois 🏙️ (Moon Aquarius)

Capricorn ♑️

- Iowa 🌽 (Moon Taurus)

- New Mexico 🪶 (Moon Leo)

- Utah 🐝 (Moon Virgo)

- Alaska ❄️ (Moon Libra)

- Georgia 🍑 (Moon Scorpio)

- Texas 🐷 (Moon Capricorn)

- Connecticut 🍁 (Moon Aquarius)

Aquarius ♒️

- Oregon 🍐 (Moon Cancer)

- Kansas 🌻 (Moon Virgo)

- Michigan 🐺 (Moon Libra)

- Arizona 🏜️ (Moon Capricorn)

- Massachusetts 🫖 (Moon Aquarius)

Pisces ♓️

- Maine 🫐 (Moon Aries)

- Ohio 🏈 (Moon Gemini)

- Florida 🐊 (Moon Capricorn)

- Nebraska 🐮 (Moon Capricorn)

- Vermont ��️ (Moon Pisces)

What funny coincidences did you find with your own chart? Did any surprise you? I apparently have only traveled to places with my brother’s sun & moon, and my favorite places have my own signs in them 🥰

For those that don’t live in USA, there are a lot of websites that have the same information on a worldwide scale, cities & countries all over the world, and there are also astrologers that specialize in travel & synastry with your own chart, which is fascinating and fun to play with. I use Astro.com

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