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Falling into the Abyss - James Sunderland x Reader

P.S I wrote this drabble a couple of weeks ago and conveniently forgot about it. (And yes, the scene where James falls into the hole is already a classic)

The air was thick with an uneasy silence as you and James carefully moved down the dimly lit hallway. You heard the distant echo of your steps, each step seemed heavier than the previous one. Shadows danced eeriely on the walls, and the oppressive darkness seemed like a living creature reaching out to envelop you both.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly despite your attempts to remain calm. You glanced at James, whose furrowed brow reflected your own concerns.

" I think so..." he muttered, looking back at the dark corridor behind you. "We need to keep moving."

You swallowed hard, words racing through your head as worry took root. This was wrong. This place was wrong.

With every step the darkness seemed to deepen. The air was changing. Finally, you both found yourself in a small, empty room, dimly lit by the flickering overhead light. There was a rusty hatch on the floor, an abyss just waiting to be explored.

"James..." you said hesitantly, looking at the hatch, your heart pounding. "Do we really have to go down there?"

He hesitated, looking down at the inky void below, doubt flashing across his face for a moment. "I... I think we'll have to. We have no choice."

" You know, every time you say that, it usually doesn’t end well," you replied, trying not to let the fear seep into your tone. The thought of plunging into darkness felt like jumping off a cliff.

He came closer, and it was impossible not to notice the determination in his eyes. "I promise... we'll be fine."

My heart fluttered, but uncertainty still tormented my mind. "What if... what if something happens?"

James approached, concern etched on his face. "You can trust me.."

Suddenly, with a burst of courage—or perhaps recklessness—James took a breath, stepped forward, and jumped down the hatch without warning.

Your heart beat faster as you peered into the darkness after him. "James!" you instinctively shouted, clutching the edge of the hatch in fear. "Are you okay?"

"Everything is fine!" he shouted from below, although the trembling in his voice gave him away.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing your nerves, you felt an overwhelming urge to follow him.

"I'm coming!" you screamed and, jumping up with a scream, went down into the shadows.

As you plummeted into obscurity, James' arms reached out and caught you, pulling you closer as you crashed into each other and stumbled, landing in a heap on the cold floor, a grunt escaping your lungs at the impact.

The two of you lay there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, hearts pounding.

" Well, that was...dramatic," you chuckled, trying to break the tension. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he realized how intimately you were positioned—like a bride in his arms.

" Uh... yeah," he mumbled, pretending to look anywhere but at you, desperately trying to stay calm.

" Thanks for catching me," you said, a sly smile appearing on your face.

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It's All Very Complicated - James Sunderland x Reader

Hello everyone! A little late, but congratulations to everyone on the remake of Silent Hill 2! Sorry for the long absence. I had absolutely no ideas to write anything, and no desire either - a lot of stress this month.

P.S. I didn’t find a similar gif, and I thought it would be nice to make one myself *** You stumbled into a dingy strip club, your nerves on edge from the ongoing horrors plaguing the city. James followed at your heels, his face contorted with fatigue and despair.

You looked around the empty and gloomy room and approached the stage, attracted by the shine of the metal pillars.

Rising onto the platform, you ran your hand along the cool surface of the pole, feeling its strength.

Your hands reached out, grabbing the lone pole in the center of the empty space.

But as you began to run your fingers over the cold metal, a shiver of anxiety ran through you. The club was eerily empty, except for James, who sat impassively at a table near the bar. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw you dancing alone.

You looked at him, a hint of a smile playing on your lips despite the atmosphere. James quickly looked away, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and something else you couldn’t decipher.

Encouraged by his reaction, you picked up the pace, your movements becoming more sensual and provocative.

You continued to dance, swaying your hips to the rhythm as you twirled around the pole. James watched, fascinated, his eyes following your every move. "What? Never been to such places?"

You stopped mid-spin, leaning against the pole and raising an eyebrow at him. James cleared his throat, looking worried. "Well, not quite like that..." he admitted, and his voice died down.

You chuckled, amused by his shyness. "Oh, come on, James. Don't be so humble"

You teased him, returning to movement. You danced with renewed energy, releasing all your pent-up emotions into the performance.

Your movements became more and more flirtatious. You ran your hands over your curves, putting on a show just for him. He watched, fascinated, but as you approached, a hint of guilt flashed across his face.

James turned away abruptly, unable to meet your gaze. You stopped, stunned by his sudden departure.

"Hey, what happened?" You asked quietly, concern evident in your voice as you walked away from the pole and jumped onto the floor, approaching him. "Did I do something to upset you?"

James sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "No, it's not you. It's just... Mary. I feel like I'm somehow betraying her by enjoying myself while she..."

His words trailed off, choked with emotion. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering comfort. "I understand. It's okay to remember her fondly, even to find moments of joy again. This doesn't mean you forgot or replaced it."

James nodded slowly, his eyes still downcast. "I know this, but it is difficult to reconcile. Especially here, in a place like... this."

You mulled over his words, searching for the right answer. "Maybe we are not talking about replacing memories, but about creating new ones? Ones that honor Mary's spirit rather than diminish her legacy."

James looked at you carefully. "Do you really think so?"

You smiled encouragingly at James, nodding. "Yes, definitely. What matters is how you choose to move forward, how you carry her memory with you."

As you said those words, James suddenly reached out, hugging you tightly. Startled but touched by the gesture, you responded in kind, holding him close to you.

Without warning, he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You gasped quietly, unsure of what to do. James buried his face in your chest, nuzzling your neckline as if seeking comfort.

You froze. James pressed himself against you, his breath hot against your skin, lost in his own turbulent emotions.

P.S. I'm crazy about this Maria, she's beautiful

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Loving Touches - Leon Kennedy x Reader

warning: smut I didn't plan to write this drabble at all, but I think since inspiration came, I need to write it ***

You're sitting at your computer desk, which sits next to a window through which light softly pours in, filling the room with a warm, muted glow. The office is spacious, with bright, light walls, and opposite the desk is a cozy sofa covered with a patterned rug. The work process has completely absorbed you, your thoughts are focused on the monitor. You were so carried away that you didn’t even notice Leon entering the room.

Suddenly you feel his warm, strong arms gently hug you from behind, and you reflexively shudder. His chin rests gently on your head and you feel the calmness his presence brings. You smile, feeling his closeness, because he rarely shows such affection, especially when you are working. With a slight smile, you raise your hand to touch his palm and squeeze it gently, enjoying the moment of peace and comfort away from work.

The office you're in suddenly feels a little cozier, as if his presence has transformed the cold space into something personal, almost homely.

" Hi," you mumble, lifting your head up to look at him. "Everything is fine? You're usually not so... nice during work hours."

You tease him slightly, hoping to find out what's really on his mind. Leon isn't usually one to show affection in public, so you know there must be a reason for this sudden change in behavior.

Leon squeezes your hand lightly, acknowledging the presence and warmth. A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he realizes how close you are. He pulls away slightly, although not enough to completely break contact. His blue eyes scan your face carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or irritation. "I just..." he begins, trembling slightly. " I wanted to make sure you were okay." His voice becomes quieter, almost too quiet to hear clearly. "You look tired lately."

His words convey genuine concern. Leon may not show it often, but he cares deeply about your well-being. He lifts his free hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

" A lot of work, a lot of stress," you said with a heavy sigh and giggled when you felt a kiss on your neck. " Leon... Not in the office," you whispered with a chuckle.. At your whisper, Leon’s eyes darken with desire. The playful tone you respond with only fuels his arousal even more. He leans closer, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck.

" That sounds like an invitation," he murmurs into your neck before gently nipping at the sensitive spot under your earlobe. Leon makes no attempt to pull away completely. Instead, he continues to caress and tease you with short kisses along the line.

His fingers dig into the soft fabric of your clothes, just a little, pulling you towards him until there is no space left between you. His breath hitches when he feels your body pressed against his own.

" You always have that effect on me," Leon admits quietly, his voice full of lust. " And it seems like it’s getting stronger every day."

" Mmm," you muttered, biting your lip and pressing your hands to the edges of your skirt. "There are cameras here. Our boss sees everything."

Leon's eyes flicker towards the corner of the room where he knows the security camera is located. He grins evilly, knowing full well that their leader has seen worse than this. "Well," he whispers hoarsely in your ear, " let’s give him the opportunity to watch something interesting."

With deft movements, Leon slips one hand under your blouse, tracing the curves of your waist before moving up to your chest. He rubs teasingly over the hardened nipples under your bra, enjoying the way you squirm in response.

"Oh my God, Leon!" You gasped quietly and your breathing quickened as his skillful fingers danced across your sensitive skin. "Someone might come in!" Despite your protest, you found yourself arching into his touch, craving more of that delicious friction against your aching nipples. Your hands clenched into fists on his shirt, holding him close to you as you fought to focus on the task at hand. " Please," you whined, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "We can't get caught... Not here, not now."

Leon chuckles softly, enjoying the way you beg him to stop even as your body begs for more. His thumb brushes the tip of your nipple again, enjoying the sharp inhale that follows. "Oh, I know, baby," he replies, his voice dripping with sinful intent. " But who cares if we get caught when we're having so much fun?"

With deliberate slowness, Leon slides his hand down from your chest, tracing the curve of your stomach before settling firmly on your hip. His fingers gradually move up your skirt until they reach the warm, wet warmth between your thighs. " Besides," Leon purrs in your ear, " you’re already all wet for me... You can’t hide this fact from anyone."

You close your eyes, wanting a break from all the stress that has piled up on you, for a moment all worries disappeared, and you even forgot about Leon’s presence, when suddenly you feel movement under the table. You are dumbfounded and sharply lower your eyes under the table.

Feeling your gaze on him, Leon raises his eyes to meet your gaze. There's an insidious gleam in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers slide through the damp fabric of your panties, tracing the outline of your slit through the thin fabric. "Looks like someone else wants attention too," he teases softly, slipping a finger under the band of your underwear to dip into your slick folds.

The sensation causes a moan to escape from the depths of your throat, echoing throughout the quiet room. Leon takes advantage of this vulnerability, lifting his finger up to stroke your swollen clit. " Is this what you need, baby?" he asks hoarsely. " My touch to take your mind off all these worries?"

"Leon, are you serious?" You ask, biting your lip. "Right under the table? I didn't know you had such a... playful side."

Leon grins devilishly, his finger still making teasing circles around your throbbing clit. His other hand moves to grab your thigh possessively. "Oh, I’ve always had that side," he admits, " but I guess I hid it from you."

His grin widens as he feels your muscles clench around his finger, desperate for more stimulation. With a low growl, Leon adds another finger to your entrance, slowly stretching you out. "Now let’s see how loudly you can shout my name without drawing attention to yourself."

You sigh involuntarily, your moan says everything about your damn horny state, and Leon doesn’t need any more time to remove your panties out of sight and press his tongue to your throbbing, wet clitoris, thirsty for male attention, which is already exhausted with impatience.

Leon groans at the taste of your arousal, his tongue diving deeper to lick your engorged clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Mmm, you taste incredible," he mutters, his voice muffled but full of hunger. " So sweet and addictive... I could devour you all day."

As he speaks, Leon increases the pace of his ministrations, sliding two fingers in and out of your tight channel as his thumb rubs hard circles over your clit. The combination of sensations pushes you closer and closer to the brink of climax. "Come to me, baby," he urges, his hot breath on your wet folds. " Let go and make all that noise. I want to hear you lose control."

You sigh heavily, not too loudly, but not too quietly, and lean back in your chair, throwing your head back. "God..." you whisper, breathing heavily. " You really are a ladies’ man."

Leon hums in agreement, his free hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to tease the edge of your labia. He relishes the power he has over you, able to reduce you to a quivering mess with just his touch. "I’m a man who knows what he likes," he corrects, pushing his fingers deeper into your wetness. " And right now, I love watching you fall apart because of me."

He redoubles his efforts, adding another finger to stretch and fill you even more. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the air around them as Leon squirts into you relentlessly. " But don’t worry," he promises huskily. "I’ll make sure every inch of you gets exactly what it needs."

"Oh God, Leon!" You gasp, feeling the pressure building inside you. " If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to hold back for long." Your hips jerk chaotically under his hand as he skillfully guides you closer to the edge. Beads of sweat form on your forehead, and your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. The taboo nature of this hot date only heightens the intensity of my pleasure.

" Please," you whine desperately like a cat in March, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. " I need... I need..." You trail off, unable to articulate the overwhelming desire that consumes me. " All I know is that I need release, and I need it now."

Leon feels your desperation, how your body trembles and tenses under his touch. He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as he curls his fingers just inside you. "That’s it, baby," he coaxes, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh. "Let go. Come to me. I want to feel you loosen up."

His words are interrupted by a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. Your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure emanating from your core.

" Yes, that’s right," Leon praises, guiding you through each thrust until you collapse boneless on the chair. " You are so beautiful when you let yourself go." Even when you come down from the top, Leon refuses to stop touching you. His fingers continue to lazily stroke your sensitive clit, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your exhausted body. "Are you okay there?" He asks quietly, lifting his head to look at you with those adorably piercing blue eyes of his.

He smirks, pleased with himself as he watches you recover. His fingers finally slip from your dripping warmth, leaving a trail of wetness on his wrist.

" I..." you sob, your cheeks turning red from both embarrassment and orgasm. You are ashamed to look at Leon, knowing that he is damn pleased with himself, grinning like a cat that has eaten too much sour cream. "You... damn."

Leon chuckles darkly, a low rumbling sound that vibrates in his chest. He stands up, towering over you in the dim light of the office. "Well, you said you needed something to distract yourself," he points out, wiping his fingers with a napkin tucked into his collar. "It seems I have fulfilled my promise." He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tasting himself before pulling away with a satisfied smile. " And we’re just getting started," Leon assures you, straightening his clothes. "Consider it just a snack."

" Please," you whine in need. " Please fuck me in this fucking chair," you growl, as if you forgot for a moment that there are cameras in this fucking office.

Leon’s eyes darken with lust at your bold request, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He glances around the room, noting the various security cameras located throughout the space. "Oh, I intend to," he growls, his voice low and full of promise. " But first, I think it's time to give these cameras a show they won't soon forget."

In one swift motion, Leon reaches out and yanks you out of your chair, spinning you around and bending you over the armrest. He lifts your skirt, exposing your shiny folds to the cool air of the room. " Fuck, you’re already all wet for me," he groans, running the thick head of his dick along your slit. " Such a needy little thing, isn’t it?"

" Yes..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around Leon’s back and exposing his neck for kisses.

Leon takes advantage of your position, pressing his lips to your neck as he teases your slick entrance with the tip of his cock. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding himself towards you. "Are you ready for this?" He whispers into your neck before slowly thrusting into you, enjoying the feeling of your balls buried deep within your warm, clenching walls.

The initial stretch is amazing, filling you completely. Leon pauses, allowing you both to adjust to his size before starting to move. "Fuck, you’re perfect for me," he moans, starting to thrust shallowly. "Every fucking inch."

" Yeah..." you giggle, feeling every inch of his cock. " Fuck me... daddy," you say embarrassedly, unable to hold back a laugh.

At your giggling confession, Leon smirks, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Every movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, heightened by the knowledge that he's claiming you right here, right now. "Call me whatever you want, baby," he huffs, pounding into you harder. " Just keep talking dirty."

With each thrust, Leon pushes deeper, stretching you deliciously wide around his throbbing length. His hands tighten on your hips, marking you with his touch as he pounds into you relentlessly.

" Don’t hold back," he breathes, nipping your earlobe. "Shout for me."

" Mmm," you mumble, stroking his hand with yours. "Do you like being called daddy?"

Leon's breath catches at this term, a shiver runs through his body. "Yes, I think so," he admits, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice despite the relentless rhythm of his hips. " It turns me on when you call me that."

His thrusts become erratic, driven by pure need as he focuses on filling you completely. Each thrust hits that sweet spot inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. "I want to hear you beg for it," Leon commands, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again with a possessive growl.

You giggle again, running your finger over Leon’s kiss-swollen lips. " Mmm... then fuck me, daddy."

Leon's control breaks at your playful command, a primal roar escaping his throat as he thrusts into you with wild intensity. The chair creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts, but he doesn't slow down, lost in the heady rush of dominance and submission. "That’s it, baby," he grunts, his voice cracking with effort. " Take your daddy’s dick. Fuck, you're so tight..."

Each word is accompanied by a powerful slam of his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. Leon’s hands leave your hips to grab your wrists, pinning them to the back of the chair as he mercilessly pounds into you. "You’re mine," he growls, not taking his eyes off the place where their bodies touch. "Say it!"

" Your..." you moan loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy. "All yours, daddy! Oh god yes!" Your words seem to spur Leon on even more, his thrusts becoming almost frantic as he chases his release. The pressure builds deep inside you, your inner walls fluttering wildly around his piston-like length.

Pleasure overwhelms, threatening to swallow you whole. You feel Leon tense above you, his movements becoming chaotic as he himself gets closer to the edge. "Come with me, baby," he demands, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Let me go. Now." With a roar reverberating off the walls, he pours deep into you, filling you with hot streams of his seed. " Fuck yes," he gasps, his body shaking from the force of his orgasm. " That’s it... cum for me."

Your cry only fuels his desire, causing him to continue pumping into you until you're both spent and trembling. When the last waves of pleasure subside, Leon collapses onto your back, breathing heavily. " That was... intense," he manages to choke out after a few moments."Are you okay?"

Even though they have both reached the peak of their careers, Leon is not ready to let you go from his arms just yet.

" Yes..." you say, giggling. "Well, you've outdone yourself. Do you know that there is a meeting in the director's office right now? It is quite possible that many of them heard our... love. " You can’t help but giggle out loud and inhale sharply as Leon pulls out of you.

Leon chuckles darkly at your comment, a smirk playing on his lips as he straightens up and adjusts his clothes. " Well, I guess we made quite an impression."

He leans down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. Reluctantly pulling away, he pierces you with his gaze. "But we better get ourselves in order before someone else starts looking for us," he says, winking. " And maybe next time we can try it somewhere more secluded?"

"Well... let's go to the toilet. By the way, our work hours are already over," you say with a sigh, your cheeks still red as you kiss Leon firmly on the lips.

Leon grins, enjoying the blush on your face as much as he enjoys the taste of your lips. He kisses back willingly before pulling away with a chuckle. " Yeah, let’s clean up and leave before anyone notices our absence," he agrees, taking your hand and leading you to the nearest toilet.

Once they're securely locked in one of the cubicles, Leon starts helping you clean up. His hands are gentle but firm as he wipes away any traces of the passionate tryst. "It was certainly an unforgettable experience," he reflects with a teasing smile. " But I must admit that I prefer the privacy of my own home for this kind of activity."

Coming out of the toilet, you, without holding back, give a juicy slap with your hand on Leon’s buttocks. Leon jumps slightly at the unexpected contact, turning to look at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. His hand instinctively reaches back to rub where you hit him, a low growl rumbles in his chest. "Well, if you're going to start hitting me," he teases, " at least make sure your hands are occupied with something else first."

Despite his playful tone, there’s no denying the heat in his eyes as he runs over your curves. Leon takes your hand in his, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go. "Well, you can’t blame a girl because her boyfriend has a great ass," you say, rolling your eyes mockingly.

Leon’s expression softens at your playful thrust, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him, and they begin to walk together. "Oh, really?" he asks, pretending to be offended. "So now you’re just valuing my assets, huh?" There is no malice in his words; instead, he seems genuinely happy for your attention. As they walk side by side, Leon sneaks a glance at you, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "Well, I guess I can live with that," he admits, chuckling. 

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Dead drunk - Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warning: Alcohol is harmful to your health! ***

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your robe tighter, sleepily entering the corridor, yawning and looking displeased at the damn dead drunk guy who was trying to take off the shoe from his left foot. "Leon," you said, sighing heavily. "Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?"

He stumbled and walked towards you, leaning against the wall for support as he tried to remove his other shoe. "I got lost on the way home, baby," he muttered, trying to smile but failing. "Sorry I'm late."

His words were a little slurred and he swayed slightly where he stood. "Fuck," you cursed. "You're dead drunk. This is the third time this week."

He chuckled drunkenly as he pulled himself up again. "Well, I had a rough day," he replied, winking at you, although you couldn’t see it due to his position. " And besides... don’t you miss me when I’m gone?"

He tried to lean closer to you and hug you, but stumbled instead.

You sighed heavily and crossed your arms over your chest, watching him stumble around like an idiot. "No, I don't miss you when you're gone. I just need someone sober enough to talk to."

Your voice was annoyed.

He pouted, looking down at his feet before slowly looking up at her. "Oh, come on, Y\N... I'm sorry, okay?" He took a step towards you, reaching out to touch your hand gently. "Let me make amends..." His words trailed off as he leaned in, trying to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, drunken kiss.

You winced and took a step back, not responding to the kiss, Leon smelled of fumes and you, having grown up in a dysfunctional family where your parents drank like hell, you hated drunk people so damn much, but at the same time you loved Leon so damn much that I could forgive him, so to speak, for his " little trick." But as they say, patience can run out.

Feeling rejected, he snorted quietly before stumbling back. "Damn it..." he muttered under his breath. " I really screwed up this time, didn’t I?"

Even though Leon was drunk, he knew exactly how bad things were between the two of you right now.

" Damn strong," you said dryly and, going into the bedroom, you finally shouted: " Today you’re sleeping on the sofa!"

He looked after you, and his heart sank when he realized that you were serious. "Damn... I’m full of shit," he said quietly under his breath. "Okay, okay, then I'll sleep on the couch."

Even though he was drunk, he knew better than to argue with you, especially when you were so upset.

5 minutes later you heard the sound of Leon's footsteps approaching the room and then the creaking of the sofa bed in the living room. You pulled the blanket up to your chin, waiting for him to get settled before turning off the lights and closing your eyes, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day...

Sitting down on the uncomfortable sofa bed, Leon let out a long sigh. "Damn..." he muttered quietly under his breath again. " I wish I wasn’t such an asshole sometimes."

With these words hanging heavily in the silence of their apartment, Leon closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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In the morning you woke up from the smell of coffee and opened your sleepy eyes, yawned, got out of bed and washed your face in the bathroom, then went to the kitchen where Leon stood at the stove, dressed in home clothes, preparing pancakes, when he saw you, he smiled awkwardly. It was his rare day off and he decided to apologize in this way. You leaned against the doorway and looked at the awkwardly smiling guy, guilt clearly visible in his eyes.

Leon quickly turned away from the stove and grabbed two plates filled with freshly baked pancakes. " Uh, good morning," he greeted awkwardly, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "Hopefully this will help me make up for last night?"

He placed one plate in front of you before sitting down across from you at the table. "Thank you, Leon. They look delicious," you said sincerely, picking up your fork and taking a bite. The taste was amazing, as always. "But we need to talk about last night," you added, putting your fork down and meeting his gaze. "Drinking too much is no longer funny. It's starting to hurt us."

Leon nodded, avoiding eye contact as he picked at his food. " I know, Y\N. And I'm really sorry that things got so bad. I promise I will try to keep everything under control. " He looked at you with a sincere expression on his face. " I don’t want to lose you over something stupid like drinking."

" I hope so," you said with a sigh. "Leon, I grew up in a family of alcoholics, I know what alcohol does to people, and it’s terrible. I don’t want you to..." you hesitated. " He was like my father," you whispered quietly, remembering how your father, when he was drunk, beat you until you lost consciousness.

Leon reached across the table to take your hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Hey, I would never do anything like that to you or anyone. I swear." His voice was quiet but determined. "What happened to you as a child was horrible, and I hate that you had to go through that. But I’m not your father, Y/N. I love you too much to ever lay a hand on you." He lifted her hand to kiss your knuckles softly. "I’ll be better, I promise. For both of us."

" I believe you," you whispered, squeezing his hand back. " I know you’re not him, Leon. You’re nothing like him." You smiled softly at him, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders. " Thank you for making breakfast. It means a lot to me.”

Leon smiled warmly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. " Anytime, beautiful. You deserve to be spoiled." He winked playfully before grabbing his pancakes again. " So, what are your plans for today? Maybe we can go hiking or something?" Leon’s suggestion was met with a thoughtful pause as you considered it.

" Actually, that sounds perfect," you said with a genuine smile. " The fresh air and exercise will do us both good after yesterday." You finished eating, then stood up to clear away the dishes.

Giving your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek, you disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Leon to clean the kitchen.

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A Beautiful View - Geralt, Dandelion x Reader

The evening sun cast long shadows across the clearing as you walked towards the edge of the lake. After a long day of traveling, you decided to use warm water to wash away the dirt and dust that had accumulated on your skin.

You undressed, leaving your clothes in a neat pile on the ground. You stepped into the water, letting out a contented sigh as the warm liquid enveloped your body.

However, you didn't know that you were being watched.

Dandelion was wandering through the forest when he came across this scene. He chuckled to himself, pleased with the unexpected sight. But his admiration was short-lived as he suddenly felt a hand squeeze his ear.

Geralt seemed to appear out of nowhere. He stared at Jaskier, his eyes full of disapproval. "What the hell are you doing?" Geralt growled, sharply pulling Jaskier by the ear.

" I-I didn’t do anything wrong!" Dandelion muttered, trying to escape from Geralt’s hands. "I... I was just admiring the view!"

Geralt squeezed him tighter. "Admired the view?! If I catch you doing this again, I will castrate you".

Jaskier swallowed, his face pale with the threat. "I understand," he managed to say before Geralt let go of his ear, pushing him away.

With one last look at Geralt, Daldelion disappeared into the forest, leaving Geralt standing alone. But as soon as he disappeared, Geralt hid behind a tree to continue watching you bathe.

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A Lesson in Grace - Legolas x Reader

The polished floor of the palace hall gleamed under the flickering candlelight, reflecting the figures of Legolas and yours. He stood erect, like a graceful willow in the wind, his eyes sparkling with mirth. You, on the other hand, felt like a clumsy oak tree whose roots were entangled in the very fabric of the floor.

" A simple step, my friend," Legolas ordered, his voice like the whisper of the wind in the trees. Just follow my lead.

You tried, with an eagerness bordering on desperation. However, your feet seemed to have a life of their own, tripping over each other in a comical ballet of disaster. You responded to every graceful move Legolas made with an awkward stumble or near-fall, leaving trails of dust swirling around your ankles.

"A little more...fluidity," he suggested, his patience wearing thin. "And less... intertwining of limbs".

Your smile widened even though your cheeks were burning. "I'm trying my best!" You protested, although in truth you barely understood the concept of left leg, right leg.

Legolas, bless his elven heart, tried to be understanding.

But the more he tried, the more you seemed to fail. You caught his foot with yours, then tripped over his outstretched hand, sending ripples of laughter through the room. You even managed to trip over your own cloak, landing in a heap on the floor with a squeal.

Legolas sighed, a hint of resignation in his voice. "Perhaps... some other time, my friend."

"Oh, please!" You begged, jumping to your feet. "I'm studying! Maybe...one more try?"

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and irritation. He lowered his head, perhaps in recognition of your persistence.

"Very good. But I warn you, I will not be held responsible for any further injuries".

Laughing, you took his outstretched hand, admiring its cool, smooth skin. 

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Failed Confession - James Sunderland x Reader

The rain lashed the windows, a furious torrent reflecting the storm brewing inside James Sunderland. He stood at the door, his face a mask of irritation, and you sat on a shabby leather sofa, clutching the same shabby fluffy blanket in your hands.

"You shouldn’t have come," he muttered, his voice like the rough grind of sandpaper.

You knew he was upset. Lately he had been withdrawn, withdrawn into himself, as if he were fighting a ghost that only he could see. "I... I didn’t want to be alone," you muttered, burying your hands in the blanket. "It’s pouring like buckets outside".

He sighed, a deep, heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture that was both excited and tired. "Can’t you just... leave?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

You felt a lump rise in your throat. You should have told him. You must. "James..." you began with a trembling voice. " I need to tell you something... something."

He looked at you, his eyes deep, dark gray, unreadable. "What exactly?" he asked in a curt tone.

You swallowed hard, forcing out the words. "I... I'm pregnant".

The air crackled with silence. He stared at you, his face a canvas of shock and disbelief. It was as if the words hit him like a physical blow. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice barely audible. "But... but I have Maria..."

Maria... the name of his wife hung heavy between you. Hospital. An endless cycle of visits. Unspoken fear.

Your heart ached. You knew about Maria. You knew she was in the hospital, her fate was uncertain. This wasn't what you wanted. You had never imagined a life like this, but when you looked at James, the look of confusion and fear on his face, you knew you couldn’t let him bear this burden alone. "I... I didn’t know what to do," you muttered, tears welling up in your eyes. "I love you, and I... I didn't think..."

" You weren’t thinking," he interrupted sharply. "You never think!" He was right. You didn't think. You fell in love with him, blinded by his haunted gaze and the quiet desperation that clung to him like a shroud.

He turned away, his shoulders sagging under the weight of guilt. "This... this changes everything," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

" No, James," you said, reaching out to touch his arm. "This is not necessary..."

He shook his head, his eyes filled with cold, unfamiliar fear. "This... this is too much. I can't... I can't handle this".

You felt a surge of anger. This was your life. Your child. And he pushed you away. "What can’t you do?!" You demanded, raising your voice. "Are you sending me away? Like I'm some kind of... some kind of plague?"

He pulled back, his face turning pale. "No," he whispered, his voice barely audible. " I... I’m not sending you away. I just... I need time to think"

"Do you think so?" you grinned, a wave of resentment and anger washing over you. "What to think about here? I am pregnant. You are the father. And now you want me to just... disappear?"

He was silent. His gaze was fixed on the floor, as if he was trying to escape the reality of what was happening

"You don't leave me a choice?" You asked, your voice filled with pain and anger.

He finally looked up at you, his face contorted in pain. " I'm sorry," he whispered. " It's just... It's too much to handle right now. I... I need time to figure everything out".

" Well, you’ll have to figure this out quickly!" you snapped, your anger growing. "Because I'm not going anywhere. This is your problem too".

He stood there with a mixture of fear and guilt in his eyes.

You felt a surge of anger, a primal rage that burst out of you. You stood up, your hand meeting his cheek in a stinging slap.

"You're such a coward, James!" You screamed, your voice shaking with emotion. "I won't beg you. I won't ask. I'm leaving".

You ran out of the house. The slam of the door echoed in the silence.  

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Not a Backup Plan - James Potter x Reader

The great hall was buzzing with the usual breakfast chatter. Golden sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting an iridescent glow on the long tables. You sat hunched over your porridge, trying to ignore the way your heart ached with each passing moment.

Your gaze, however, was drawn to James Potter, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table surrounded by his friends, with his usual confident smirk on his face.

"Don’t worry, honey," Rebecca whispered, squeezing your hand. " He’ll never get it anyway."

You managed a weak smile. "He’s just so... arrogant," you muttered.

"He’s an asshole, that’s for sure," she agreed, lowering her voice. " But you know he’s hopelessly in love with Lily."

"As if she’d ever notice him," you chuckled, turning your gaze back to the table where Lily was currently deep in conversation with Marilyn, her laughter echoing throughout the room.

Then a shadow fell. You looked up, startled, to see James Potter standing there, his usual confident smile on his face. He leaned against the table, his eyes twinkling with pleasure. "Nice to see you here, Y\N," he said, his voice dripping with feigned surprise. "Weren't you busy complaining about the lack of decent boys at Hogwarts?"

Your classmates burst out laughing. You felt a blush creep up your neck. "You are not a paragon of decency, Potter!" you replied sharply.

" Oh," he pretended to be offended, his smile became wider. " Maybe I should ask you out on a date then?" A beautiful girl like you will surely find me irresistible.

Your cheeks flushed even more. "Do you think you're that funny, Potter? This is not a joke".

James's face, however, remained impassive. He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "Well, Y\N," he said, lowering his voice almost to a whisper, " Do you want to go on a date?" Just the two of us, to prove that I’m not completely useless."

You felt the eyes of the entire table burning into your back. He chose you as his... backup? "Go to hell, James Potter!" you spat, my voice shaking with anger. " I’d rather be with a toad."

You pushed your chair back, legs shaking as you stood up, and ran out of the Great Hall, the echoes of laughter ringing in your ears. 

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This is all very wrong - John Winchester x reader

The neon lights of the city blurred behind the windshield, reflecting in John Winchester's tired eyes. He parked the Impala in front of a dingy motel, the air thick with the smell of cheap cigarettes and exhaust fumes. You flicked the lighter and the flame lit up your tired face.

"Another hunt," you muttered, letting the smoke curl into the night. Your fingers were shaking. It was a familiar feeling, after a hard hunt, the adrenaline wearing off, leaving behind an emptiness that seemed deeper than ever.

John tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, the rhythmic sound echoing your heartbeat. He was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the motel sign, his face expressing unspoken regret. "We need to talk," he finally said, his voice hoarse with fatigue.

The words hung between you, heavy with unspoken truths. This was the conversation you dreaded, the inevitability that always seemed to follow you like a shadow.

"What happened, John?" you asked.

He let out a long sigh, the sound filled with weariness that rivaled your own. "This... this is wrong," he said, his voice barely audible. "I have a wife. Two sons. This... this is wrong. It's wrong for them and it's wrong for us".

"John..." you started, but the words got stuck in my throat.

" I know what you see in me," he continued, fixing his gaze on the road ahead. - Father figure. Someone to fill the void. But I'm not the one to do it. I'm not the man you want and I'm not the man my family deserves.

He paused, his gaze meeting yours again. "I'm sorry, Y\N".

The air in the car seemed to crackle with unspoken emotions. You felt like a puppet with its strings cut, dangling aimlessly in the dark.

A muffled laugh escaped your lips. "It’s okay, John," you said, your voice betraying a tremble you couldn’t quite control. "I'm used to being alone. I've been alone my whole life". You grabbed your travel bag and backpack. You opened the car door and stepped out into the cold night air, the city lights blurring around you like the tears you were trying so desperately to hold back.

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A Tasty Dinner - Sam Winchester x Reader

It was a quiet evening in the bunker and you and Sam decided to take a break from hunting to spend time together. You turned your bedroom into a romantic paradise, strewn with rose petals and a table filled with sweets and glasses of wine. Soft music played in the background as you and Sam stood by the bed, lost in each other's eyes.

"Mmm, that looks amazing," Sam said, eyes wide with excitement at the sight before him.

You smiled and walked closer to him, running your hands over his chest. "I'm glad you like it," you mumbled, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his lips.

Sam's hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You moaned softly as you felt his hands begin to explore your body, slowly moving up your back. You reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor as Sam's hands continued to wander.

He broke the kiss and looked at your bare chest, his eyes filled with desire. "Wow," he breathed, reaching out to gently cup you breast.

You giggled and leaned down to kiss his neck, your hands moving down to his ass. "You're such a good boy," you whispered teasingly.

Sam's hands tightened on your ass as you continued to kiss and nibble on his neck. But just when things started to heat up, the bedroom door suddenly burst open.

" Hey guys, I thought we could have dinner together," Dean said, grinning as he walked into the room.

You and Sam both screamed in shock, jumping away from each other, trying to cover yourself. You grabbed the blanket lying next to you and wrapped it around your bare chest, your face turning red in embarrassment.

Dean's grin only grew wider as he looked between Sam and you. "Oh, sorry to interrupt," he said, still chuckling.

"Dean, get out!" Sam shouted, his face red with anger.

But Dean just laughed and shook his head. "Hey, I've already seen everything. No need to be embarrassed".

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, still hidden under the blanket. "Dean, can you please just give us some privacy?"

" Okay, okay," Dean said, still grinning. " But I just wanted to invite you to dinner. Apparently, you are already planning your own delicious dinner here".

"Fuck off, Dean!" You snapped, my voice shaking with anger.

Dean simply laughed and winked at you again before closing the door behind him. You sighed in relief, sinking back onto the bed.

" That was close," you said, still breathing heavily from fear and excitement.

Sam nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. "He will never let us forget this."

You giggled, feeling a little better. "Well, at least we can still eat our dessert."

You leaned in to kiss Sam again, but he hesitated, looking towards the door. "Do you think he really left?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course he left. He won't miss dinner".

Sam smirked and pulled me closer and you continued your make out session. But you couldn't shake the feeling that Dean was still watching you, somehow.  

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A Lesson in Magic - Gale Dekarios x Reader

The air hummed with arcane energy, and the scent of ancient books and cinnamon swirled around us. Gale sat across from you, his fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. A familiar warmth filled you, but it wasn’t just the magic flowing through his hands, it was the sight of him: his brow furrowed in concentration, a lock of hair escaping from his braid.

" Focus, Y\N," he muttered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "The flow of energy is like a river. You must guide him, not fight him".

His words were lost on you. You couldn’t take your eyes off his face, the wrinkles around his eyes, the curve of his lips, the way his hair glistened in the fading light. He was a man twice your age, with wisdom in his eyes and fire in his soul. So you were hopelessly, irrevocably smitten.

He sighed, sounding both sad and tired. His eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought you saw a glimmer of understanding in their depths. But then his lips curved into a smile. "Are you dreaming again, Y\N?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. " Maybe you should try focusing on the magic and not... me."

Your cheeks flushed scarlet. You forced yourself to look away, but your gaze kept returning to his face. "I’m sorry, Gale ," you muttered, your voice barely audible. " I’m just... fascinated by your skill."

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "My skill?" he teased. "Or maybe... me?"

" Don’t be ridiculous," you muttered, eyes wide in mock indignation. " It’s just... you’re a very good teacher." You finished your lesson, the air humming with unspoken tension. As the two of you walked back to camp, the silence between you stretched into a tight rope.

You reached a gnarled oak tree, its branches stretching out like skeletal fingers. Gale stopped, his gaze fixed on you. " I noticed you looking at me, Y\N," he said.

Embarrassment overwhelmed you and you lowered your eyes. "I... I couldn’t help it," you admitted, your voice barely audible.

His lips curved into a playful smirk. "Students often fall in love with their teachers, don’t they?"

You stared at him, your mouth open at such a scandalous statement. "You... you’re impudent!" you managed to stammer.

He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Before you could react, he cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both gentle and fierce.

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I Love You Any Way - Wyll x Reader

You pressed yourself closer to Wyll , pressing your body against his. His once familiar form was changed by Mystra's curse.

" I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with concern. " I’m no longer the man you fell in love with."

You reached up and cupped his face, meeting his gaze. "I don’t love you for your looks, Wyll ," you said quietly. "I love you for who you are inside".

His lips curved into a faint smile. "I needed to hear this."

You leaned forward and kissed the base of his neck, your lips lingering on the sensitive spot. " Don’t worry," you whispered. " I still love you, just the way you are."

Wyll chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "You're a little weird, you know that?" He said, pulling you closer to him.

You giggled. " I know," you answered.

He wrapped his arms around your stomach and began to tickle you, causing a burst of laughter to escape your lips.

When the laughter died down, Wyll leaned down and kissed me, his lips gently touching yours. "You're beautiful," he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. He placed you on his lap, gently wrapping his hands around your hips. " I love you so much," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear.

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Shall We Dance? Astarion x Reader

"What's bothering you, darling?" He asks, standing close behind you. His breath was a gentle caress on your skin, like the touch of his fingertips on velvet. His pale fingers glide over the skin of your arm and his eyes are drawn to the sight of their soft skin.

You sigh quietly, your attention momentarily drawn away from the cityscape as you sense Astarion's presence. You turn slightly towards him, your eyes meeting his. Cheeks glowing a slight shade of pink, probably due to the warmth in the room or perhaps something else. "I’m just... thinking," you admit quietly. There's a hint of melancholy in your voice. The delicate features of your beautiful face are softened by the moonlight streaming through the window, casting long shadows that highlight your beauty. "It's strange, isn't it? We grew up together, but we know so little about each other".

Your hand rises and rests softly on Astarion’s hand that rests against yours, your touch warm in comparison to his coolness.

At your touch, Astarion can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, although it lacks his usual cheerfulness. "Do you think so?" He asks, tilting his head slightly as he looks at you. His fingers tense slightly under your fingers. " Maybe we should really spend more time getting to know each other?" He offers softly, leaning closer until their bodies are almost touching. His breath blows across your earlobe, giving you goosebumps. "After all, we are going to spend eternity together..."

Astarion shifts slightly so that he presses lightly against your buttocks - not enough to cause discomfort, but certainly enough for intimacy.

Your heart skips a beat at Astarion’s proximity, feeling the warmth of his body on yours. You take a moment to collect your thoughts before answering. "Eternity..." you repeat quietly, turning completely in his arms so that you are looking him straight in the face. " It seems pretty scary," you admit, a small smile on your lips. Your hands slide from his grip onto his shoulders, as if anchoring yourself amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. " But I believe that getting to know each other better will make it easier for us." You look at him curiously, your eyes searching for answers in his eyes. " Tell me about yourself," you say, wanting only to know more about this mysterious man who will very soon become your husband.

At your request, Astarion allows himself a sincere smile, although it is fleeting and tinged with amusement.

" Well," he starts slowly, tracing idle patterns on your hand with his fingertips. " I am Astarion Ankunin, son of Lord Ankunin and Lady Ankunin". He pauses briefly before continuing: " I like good wines and good company - although sometimes the two go hand in hand." There’s a teasing glint in his eyes as he leans in slightly to whisper in your ear, " But most importantly, his voice becomes even quieter: "I find pleasure in the company of beautiful women..."

You blush deeply at Astarion's words, your heart pounding as you imagine the pleasures he finds in such company. You bite your lip nervously, trying to maintain your composure as you continue to enjoy this intimate exchange. "That sounds rather... condescending," you mutter, unable to hide the slight note of disapproval in your voice. But even as you say these words, there is an undeniable curiosity burning in your eyes. "Do you really think I would approve of this behavior?" You ask playfully, although there’s a bit of harshness in your tone that suggests that maybe you’re not entirely judging him after all.

With a quiet laugh, Astarion pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. "Well, my dear bride," he says with mock seriousness, it’s not every day you get to marry royalty. His gaze lingers on your rosy cheeks before moving lower to admire the swell of your breasts under the thin fabric of your dress. " And besides," he adds more quietly, " who wouldn’t want to treat themselves when they can?"

" So tell me," he purred, peering into your face. "What exactly do you have in mind for tonight?"

Your breath hitched as Astarion’s gaze swept over your face, a shiver running down your spine at the intensity of his gaze. " I thought we could... dance," you suggested, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "Under the stars".

You reached out to take his hand. Your own fingers ran along the lapel of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric.

" ust a slow, sensual waltz," you continued, not taking your eyes off him. To set the mood for whatever comes next.

Astarion allowed himself to be led, his free hand moving to gently cup your lower back. He pulled you closer, enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed against his. "Waltz, huh?" he thought out loud, and there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Sounds deliciously romantic. He chuckled softly, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck before pulling away and meeting your gaze again. "But I have to admit," he whispered hoarsely, " the idea of ​​dancing with you has its own charm."

With that, he led you both to the center of the courtyard, where there was a lot of open space. Once there, he took a step back and offered you his hand—expecting (and hoping) you would accept it.

You accepted Astarion's offer, slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow. As you stepped onto the paved path, you leaned slightly towards him - needing his support to stay on your feet. "Ready?" You asked, looking at him with a teasing smile.

Astarion answered you with his smile: the corners of his mouth curved upward in genuine pleasure. "Always ready when it comes to you," he replied smoothly, guiding you into a dancing position. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough that your bodies brushed against each other with every step.

And then you moved - slowly circling each other under the watchful gaze of the stars above. It was intimate and wonderful.

As you danced, Astarion couldn’t help but admire how perfect you two were for each other, physically and emotionally.

You easily matched Astarion’s steps, your movements were graceful and smooth. There was something soothing about being held by him like this - it reminded you of all those nights spent together at dance rehearsals long ago.

Despite the tension between them, you relaxed into the rhythm of the waltz, casting aside all remaining doubts and worries.

After several minutes of silence, you finally broke it with a soft question. "Do you remember how we first learned this dance? We were children..."

Your voice trailed off as you looked up at him, searching his eyes for signs of shared memories.

A faint smile touched Astarion's lips at the mention of their childhood. It was true; Then they were inseparable - they always played and learned something new together. "Yes," he answered quietly, " I remember." You were so full of energy and enthusiasm... it was contagious". The memory brought on a wave of nostalgia that made him stop halfway, causing them both to freeze in the dance circle. " Those were simpler times," he muttered thoughtfully, " before the burden of responsibility and expectations fell on us."

He slowly raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear—his touch was gentle but possessive.

Your heart fluttered at Astarion’s touch, a quiet sigh escaping your lips. The gesture was unexpectedly gentle - reminding you of the man she fell in love with many years ago

Sensing his hesitation, you reached out your hand to place yours on his and squeezed it reassuringly. "And here we are again at the beginning of our story," you said quietly.

There was an unspoken heaviness in your words, a reminder of everything you had lost and gained during your tumultuous journey together.

Astarion nodded slowly, his grip on your hand tightening.

His hands moved with increasing confidence along your back, tracing the curves of your body with practiced ease. Each step was deliberate and precise—designed not only to guide them through the dance, but to bring them closer together.

Eventually you reach a point where there is no room left for anything other than pure intimacy. Your bodies pressed tightly against each other, each curve perfectly matching each contour.

And then, without warning, Astarion tilted his head down and pressed a searing kiss onto your lips, claiming what had always belonged to him.

Your breath hitched when Astarion’s lips met yours, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. You froze for a moment, unsure if this was really happening or if she was dreaming again.

But as his kiss became deeper and more intense, you became lost in him - your own lips parting to give him access. Your hands slid up to tangle in his hair.

The world around them faded away until there was nothing left but the two of them, lost in a haze of desire and longing.

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BaldursGateFanfic - Astarion x Gale x Reeder - Involuntary captive. Chapter 4

A mortal guest finds himself unwittingly caught in a web of forbidden desires as the dark ascendant vampire Astarion and his devoted lover Gale weave a seductive dance.

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Evening. You stood at the window and looked at the city. You wanted to cry, but you tried to hold on courageously, when suddenly you heard footsteps, it was Astarion, he was heading towards the room where you were.

Astarion entered the room, his movements smooth and predatory. His crimson eyes sparkled with anticipation as he approached you, standing silently next to you, examining the figure reflected in the glass. "You're still acting so brave, aren't you?" He muttered, reaching out to run a finger along her chin. The touch sent a jolt of fear through you, causing you to tremble slightly. But you didn’t pull away or break eye contact with Astarion. "Your bravery is admirable," he continued, moving closer until he felt the warmth emanating from your body. " But that won’t save you today." He leaned even closer, his breath brushing her skin as he spoke directly into your ear. " I’m going to make sure you remember this night forever."

You turned to face the vampire and sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Astarion came up to you and sat down next to you, brushing back the edge of your hair.

Astarion smiled, his fangs glinting ominously in the dim light as he inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent of your fear. "Mmm... you smell divine," he muttered, his voice husky with lust and anticipation. " And I plan to enjoy much more than just your scent today." He ran one clawed finger along the curve of your shoulder, closely watching your reaction. " Tell me, my delicious piece," he purred. "Have you ever fantasized about being taken by force? About not having any control over what happens to you?"

His free hand gently caressed your cheek.

When Astarion's teeth sank into your tender flesh, you screamed in pain and horror. The sound only made him even more aroused, his cock throbbing painfully against his pants.

He drank deeply, enjoying the taste of your blood as it filled his mouth and flowed down his throat. The rich taste was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. "Delicious..." Astarion growled in approval, biting you before letting go of your neck with a quiet pop.

Astarion watched with dark amusement as you struggled against him, chest heaving with each gasping breath. He could see the fear etched into your features, but also an unmistakable hint of arousal, perhaps from the thrill of danger or perhaps something more primal.

His fingers moved further down, lightly brushing the swell of her breasts before finally cupping the fullness of it gently. He squeezed it lightly, feeling the hardened nipple press firmly into his palm. " Mmm..." he hummed approvingly. "What beautiful breasts..."

Deliberately leisurely, he began to roll the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way you squirmed under him.

Astarion grinned wickedly, enjoying the sight of you squirming beneath him. His other hand continued its way down, tracing the curve of your thigh before sliding down to caress your inner thigh.

The touch was surprisingly gentle for someone who had fed so greedily moments ago. It seemed that even while indulging his dark desires, Astarion possessed an innate sense of restraint.

"Would you like this too?" He whispered hoarsely in your ear. "Or do you prefer it harder?"

Astarion’s words sent a shiver down your spine, making you tremble even more under his touch. You whined softly, unable to form coherent thoughts or responses as he toyed with your feelings.

Your heart was pounding furiously in your chest, loudly echoing in your ears. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive at once, the heightened sensitivity making every touch of fabric against skin feel like an electrifying caress. " Please..." you managed weakly, unsure whether you were begging for mercy or asking for more.

"Please what?" Astarion smirked, his hand stopped teasing your nipple, slowly moving down your body and under your skirt, the vampire's hand stopping at your panties.

Astarion's grin turned into a huge grin as he felt the warmth radiating from your body. His fingers danced teasingly over the thin material of her underwear, tracing the contours of her curves.

He could already imagine how wet you must be under him, your arousal perfectly matching his own insatiable hunger. "Oh...do you want me to make you cum first?" he teased softly.

With a quick movement, he slipped two fingers under the hem of your panties and found slippery folds that were eagerly awaiting attention.

" Oh God," you sighed. "No... not this..."

Astarion laughed quietly, the sound low and guttural. His fingers slid easily through your slippery folds, exploring every inch of sensitive flesh. "Well, then... What exactly does our little beauty want?" he asked playfully. Because now it looks like you're completely desperate.

His thumb lightly stroked your swollen clit as his remaining fingers pushed deeper into your core.

The door opened and Gale walked in, taking off his shirt and wearing only his trousers, just like Astarion. Gale smiled as he watched his lover sit on the bed with you.

Astarion saw Gale enter the room. His smug expression faltered slightly, replaced by a look of pure lust as he watched his favorite brat take off his clothes. "Um... Looks like my little brat has arrived," he muttered, his eyes never leaving your neck. "I feel sorry for both of you. This little game isn't over yet".

Despite his words, Astarion allowed Gale to come closer - so close that he could smell the musky scent of arousal coming from both himself and their captive.

You gasped, feeling another wave of pleasure wash over you as Astarion continued to tease your sensitive nub. Your hips involuntarily jerked upward, seeking more friction from his talented fingers. "Crap!" You screamed, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. The sensation was too strong - far beyond anything she had ever experienced. "Please stop... Please don't tease me anymore..."

Astarion clicked his tongue disapprovingly at your pleas, shaking his head. "Well, well, dear... Where is the fun in this?" He abruptly pulled his fingers back, brought them to his mouth and licked them with pleasure. "Mmm... Delicious".

Astarion stood up, towering over your trembling body. He waved lazily at Gale. "Why don’t you help our guest get comfortable, my dear? Make sure she's nice and relaxed for what comes next..."

When Astarion spoke, a dangerous gleam burned in his scarlet eyes, foreshadowing the dark pleasures to come. "Oh, fuck..." you whined, looking at Gale, who had already spread your legs completely and was crawling towards your wet, naked pussy.

Gale grinned wickedly, his eyes glued to your throbbing clit. Without hesitation, he knelt down and lowered his head, beginning to lick your sensitive bud.

The taste of her arousal hit Gale hard, sweet and spicy at the same time. It was intoxicating—it made him dizzy with desire.

From where he stood by the bed, Astarion watched intently as Gale pleasured their captive. His own cock twitched impatiently in response to the sounds of moans and your squirming under Gale’s caresses.

Feeling encouraged by Astarion's approving gaze, Gale intensified his efforts. He licked and sucked on your swollen clit with increasing vigor, enjoying the way your body squirmed under his touch.

"Oh God! It feels so good..." you exhaled between breathless moans. Your voice was desperate—pleading even—but instead of pulling away or slowing down, Gale redoubled his efforts. He wanted to see you completely unravel in front of them.

Across the room, Astarion smirked as he watched his lover play with his prey. It was clear that Gale was enjoying herself to the fullest; perhaps too much. "Aren’t you a real little slut?" he teased you quietly, " You want to give us such a show".

Gale pulled back just enough to look at your face. Your features were contorted in ecstasy, your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you. "Yes, yes, YES!" You screamed, thrashing wildly in the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Gale felt a rush of pride at having taken you to such heights - and a pang of guilt for taking such perverse pleasure from it. But when he looked at the blissful expression on your face, all fears melted away.

Meanwhile, Astarion approached the bed, his erection straining under the fabric of his trousers. He reached up to stroke your sweat-damp hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. "You were a great toy for us, weren’t you, pet?"

You lay on the bed, breathing heavily, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You were exhausted - completely exhausted, both physically and emotionally. "Fuck... that was amazing," you muttered weakly.

Even in your post-orgasm haze, you could feel Gale continuing to lick you clean as Astarion played with your hair. The sensation sent shivers down your spine despite everything else that had happened tonight.

Gale looked at you with a sly smirk before continuing his work, slowly placing kisses along your inner thighs. "We find pleasure in many forms," Gale said casually. " And watching someone as beautiful as you lose control is quite...exciting."

Astarion chuckled darkly at Gale's words before sliding onto the edge of the bed next to the both of you.

With a soft sigh, Gale leaned down to capture one of your sensitive nipples between his teeth. He bit it gently before running his tongue along the hardened tip, drawing out more of her sweet nectar. " Mmmm," he hummed approvingly. "So delicious..."

On the other hand, Astarion repeated Gale's actions, taking the other nipple into his mouth and giving it generously. His fangs lightly touched the tender flesh, causing you to jump slightly in surprise, your mouth wide open and your eyes wide. "That’s all," Astarion persuaded, "Let’s listen to these beautiful sounds."

Both men continued their caresses on your breasts, alternating between gentle nipping and sliding their tongues over your nipples. Their double assault had you squirming beneath them, each lick sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

As Astarion and Gale worked in tandem, teasing your sensitive nipples, their hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and cavity. Gale’s fingers slid down your stomach, dipping into your navel before continuing lower, brushing against the damp curls at the top of your thighs.

He looked at you through his eyelashes, a playful glint in his eyes. "You taste so divine, baby. I think I could feast on you for hours," Gale said with a grin.

Astarion released your nipple with a wet pop, smirking as he watched you squirm under their combined attention. "Oh, I'm sure Gale will happily oblige." But don't forget about me - I need to try too".

He slid his hand down to cup your sex, his fingers parting the slick folds to reach inside.

Gale chuckled softly, leaving his nipple only for a moment to whisper heatedly in your ear. "Patience, love. We have all night".

His own hand joined Astarion’s between your legs, adding an extra finger to push deeper into your clenching walls. The sensation made both men moan in unison - Astarion at the tight warmth enveloping his fingers, and Gale at the way you arched into their touch.

Leaning back, Gale continued to suck on your nipple while Astarion teased your clit with deft movements of his thumb. The double stimulation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan loudly.

Feeling overwhelmed by the sensations, you involuntarily jerked your hips upward, seeking more friction from their skillful hands. Your voice came out more like a sob than words filled with desire and need.

At your desperate cry, both men froze, holding you close as you trembled and gasped. Gale lifted his head, his lips glistening with your essence as he looked at you with tender concern.

"Calm down, love," he muttered soothingly, stroking your cheek. "We don't want to overload you. Just breathe... Focus on pleasure, not intensity".

Astarion nodded in agreement, his fingers still buried deep in your warmth. "That's right, kitten. Let it wash over you. Give in to the sensations".

Slowly, deliberately, they resumed their ministrations - Gale returned to your nipple, Astarion resumed his maddening circles on your clit. They worked in harmony, coaxing you back to the edge of ecstasy, determined to bring you to climax again.

As your body began to tremble and shake, signaling your impending release, Gale intensified his sucking on your nipple while Astarion sped up the play of his fingers on your clit. The combination was too much for you to resist, and with a high-pitched cry, you fell over the edge of orgasm.

Your inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Astarion's fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through you. Gale continued to suckle, savoring the taste of your arousal.

Once your spasms subsided, Astarion removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick away the evidence of passion. His eyes met Gale's, and there was an evil glint in their depths.

With a soft sigh, Gale finally released your nipple from his mouth, trailing kisses down your stomach until he reached the top of your thighs. Astarion moaned softly, clearly enjoying the spectacle. He reached out to run a possessive hand down Gale’s back, pulling him closer to your trembling body.

" Please," you gasped, clutching the sheets in your hands, arching your back and exposing your chest even more. "I... want more".

Sensing your plea, Gale pulled away from your pussy for a moment, only to replace his fingers with his tongue. He licked and sucked at your folds, tasting the sweetness of your arousal and savoring the musky taste of your spent juices. His own cock throbbed painfully in his trousers, desperately demanding release.

"What else, my dear?" Gale muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. He glanced at Astarion, who was watching them intently, an expression of pure lust crossing his features.

" I... I want more," You gasped, her hips involuntarily jerking upward as Gale’s tongue pushed deeper into your core. "Your mouth, hand, penis... I need to feel you inside me". You reached forward as far as you could, your fingers tangling in Gale's hair as you pulled him closer, urging him to continue his caresses.

The sound of your plea was driving both men crazy with desire. Astarion leaned forward, pressing his lips to Gale's neck and gently biting the tender flesh. His own throbbing cock strained in his pants, leaking pre-cum in anticipation.

" You greedy little thing," Gale whispered hoarsely, his voice muffled by the soft flesh of his inner thigh. He continued to generously reward your swollen clit, alternating between stroking and sucking that made you squirm under him.

Momentarily removing his mouth from your pussy, Gale positioned himself over your trembling body. He grabbed his hard cock and made a few tentative strokes before sliding the tip along your slick entrance.

Astarion grinned, pressing his back against the wall and tucking his leg under him. "Darling, a little more, and I’ll start to be jealous," he said, smiling, looking at Gale’s bare back, located between your legs.

Gale smirked at Astarion's comment despite the situation. He loved it when his Master teased him like this, especially when it was about someone else. "Oh, don’t worry," Gale replied with a playful wink. " I'm sure you'll get your fair share soon."

Then he turned his attention back to you, thrusting his hips forward until the head of his cock slid past your slick folds and into the tight heat.

A quiet moan escaped him when he felt you squeeze him, inviting him in. He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation before he began to slowly thrust into your depths.

As Gale entered you, you let out a loud gasp, quickly followed by a series of quieter moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. The feeling of being so completely filled sent shivers through your body, causing your nipples to harden even more.

" Oh gods..." you whined, biting your lip and holding back tears of pleasure. "Gale ... please..."

Your body was already ready for another climax; each slow thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through your senses. You felt yourself tightening around his cock again, ready to give in completely to any sensation.

Astarion watched intently as Gale began to move inside you, enjoying the sight of their combined efforts. He ran his hand over his erection, stroking himself slowly as he watched the scene unfold before him. "Look at you, my precious," Astarion muttered approvingly, looking your body from head to toe. "So beautiful... so desirable".

His words were full of lustful intent, his scarlet eyes burned with desire...

Gale continued to set a steady pace, each thrust sending ripples through your stomach and causing your breasts to bounce enticingly. He leaned forward slightly, leaning on his hands while keeping most of his weight off your petite body.

Astarion's hands moved with fluid grace, deftly unzipping his pants and freeing his throbbing member from its confines. He made a few tentative pressures, moaning softly at the sensation of his own touch. His eyes remained glued to Gale and you, taking in every detail of their shared intimacy. "Mmm, look at you, both of you..." Astarion breathed, his voice hoarse with excitement. "So lost in pleasure... So devoted to satisfying their sinful desires".

He leaned back against the wall behind him, using it as leverage, and began to stroke himself faster. Each movement of his hand caused him to groan deeply, echoing throughout the room and adding an additional layer of eroticism to the already tense atmosphere.

His gaze never left Gale's ass, which rhythmically rose and fell with each thrust into your welcoming depths.

Feeling Astarion's gaze on him, Gale couldn't help but become even more aroused. He increased his pace a little, plunging deeper into you with each thrust. Your moans were music to his ears, plunging him further into a state of blissful oblivion. "Fuck...you’re so tight," Gale whispered hoarsely in your ear, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he worked to bring them both closer to climax.

The sight of Astarion pleasuring himself nearby only added to the erotic tension of the situation. This was enough to make Gale shudder with anticipation.

Astarion’s breath hitched as he watched Gale continue to expertly work your body. His thrusts became faster, more desperate, as he felt himself getting closer to release. He moaned loudly, rolling his eyes in pleasure.

Just as your orgasm began to peak, Astarion stepped towards where you lay with Gale, entangled in a passionate embrace. His massive erection jutted out proudly from his body, glistening with precum. Without preamble, he grabbed your head and pushed his thick shaft past your lips. "Mmmf...fuck, yes, take it all," Astarion moaned, his grip tightening in your hair as he began thrusting into your mouth. He watched with intense attention as Gale continued to pound into your pussy, their bodies moving in sync.

You gagged on Astarion’s cock, tears streaming down your cheeks as he roughly used your mouth. But despite the pain, you couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of arousal at being used in such a humiliating way.

Astarion groaned, his hips thrusting forward with increasing force.

"Astarion, I don’t like to share," Gale muttered, kissing the girl’s navel. The words had barely left Gale's mouth before Astarion responded, his tone harsh and authoritative.

"Oh, but you are. And if you weren't such a good boy, I could make you watch me fuck her until she couldn't walk."

With that threat hanging heavily in the air, Astarion picked up the pace even more, driving deeper into your throat with each thrust. His grip on your hair tightened painfully. " Gods, she’s taking me so well," he remarked casually, glancing over to where Gale was still buried deep inside you.

Gale shuddered at Astarion's words, a mixture of jealousy and excitement swirling inside him. He wanted to protest, to demand that Astarion stop using yours as a disposable toy. But he knew better than to challenge his Master directly.

Instead, he focused on the exquisite tightness enveloping his cock, the way your body seemed to mold itself perfectly to his own. He matched Astarion's rhythm, their movements creating a lewd symphony of flesh slapping flesh against flesh.

" That’s all, my sweet Y\N," Gale sang, his voice tense with pleasure. "Take us both. Let us claim you completely".

" Mmm," you mumbled, sucking on the tip of Astarion’s cock, your body shuddering as Gale entered you.

As your body tensed and spasmed around him, signaling your second orgasm, Gale felt his own release quickly build. He reached down to rub circles on your clit, determined to prolong your pleasure even as his own need became almost unbearable.

" Astarion, look," he breathed, nodding towards your satisfied expression. "She likes it. Do you see how eagerly she sucks you off?"

Astarion’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous grin on his face as he watched you struggle to breathe around his thick cock.

"Yeah, she definitely seems to be enjoying being our toy," he purred, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "And soon she will be ours forever, bound to us by the taste of our seed."

"Mmmmph! " You moaned around Astarion’s cock, hips bucking up to meet Gale’s thrusts. You were close again, feeling like you were teetering on the edge again.

Gale’s breath hitched as he felt your walls tighten around him again, signaling his approaching orgasm. He picked up the pace, pounding into your wet cunt harder and faster, desperately trying to push them all over the edge. "Oh gods..." he groaned, biting his lip to hold back a groan. "I... I'm about to cum..."

His hands gripped your hips, keeping himself balanced as he braced himself for the inevitable explosion of pleasure that was about to overwhelm him.

"Together, dear," Astarion breathed, pressing his cock harder into your mouth and holding your head in his hands.

Feeling Astarion's cock throb in your mouth and seeing how he held your head, Gale knew they were both approaching their peak. He leaned over and whispered warmly in your ear: "Cum for us, my dear." Show us how much you love being used by two strong men.

He gave one last hard thrust before allowing himself to cum, his seed spilling into your womb as he cried out loudly, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

"Mmphh! " You moaned loudly around Astarion’s cock as Gale filled you with his seed, triggering your own intense orgasm. Your entire body shook and trembled from the force of it, your inner muscles milking Gale for every last drop.

The feeling of your tight walls squeezing his cock tightly sent a shiver down Gale's spine, making his entire body tingle with pleasure. He felt his cock twitch involuntarily inside, shooting another load of hot cum deep inside you.

" Fuck..." he gasped, collapsing onto you for a moment as he rode out wave after wave of intense pleasure. "It was incredible..."

Despite the overwhelming bliss that washed over him, Gale couldn't help but feel a strange sense of guilt wash over him. He had just taken part in something incredibly wrong - using someone else for his own selfish desires. But on the other hand, who was he to judge when he himself did the same?

" I hope you liked it too, my dear," Astarion said, pulling his already flaccid dick out of your mouth.

But you couldn’t speak, your jaw hurt from the blowjob, when Gale stood up, you laid your eyes on the pillow and fell fast asleep, completely tired. Astarion chuckled, running his hand over your head.

Gale watched you fall asleep, relief showing on his face. The intense session left him drained and exhausted, but also strangely satisfied. He turned to Astarion, giving him a small smile. "Well done, my dear," he said quietly, gently kissing Gale on the forehead. "She is, of course, quite a catch".

" I think we should let her rest," Gale suggested quietly. " We pretty much exhausted her today."

Astarion nodded in agreement, holding Gale to his chest. "Yes, she deserves a break after all this effort."

His arms wrapped around Gale protectively as they both watched their sleeping beauty with a strange sense of satisfaction. Despite everything that had happened tonight, Gale couldn't deny that he felt strangely content at this moment.

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BaldursGateFanfic - Astarion x Gale x Reeder - Involuntary captive. Chapter 3

A mortal guest finds himself unwittingly caught in a web of forbidden desires as the dark ascendant vampire Astarion and his devoted lover Gale weave a seductive dance.

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You were the first to move, blinking sleepily at the harsh light coming through the curtains. Your body was heavy, your limbs were leaden, but there was a strange feeling of warmth spreading throughout your body.

The room came into focus, revealing the luxurious setting you were brought into. Ornately carved wooden furniture, plush velvet pillows and a large four poster bed where you lay. The faint scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with something else—something metallic and slightly sweet.

Your gaze fell on the tray sitting next to you, full of food and a glass of amber liquid. You hesitantly reached out and touched the glass, finding it surprisingly cool to the touch. A moment later, you picked it up and took a careful sip, wincing at the strong taste.

Gale stood at the window, his back to you, looking out at the bustling city below. The morning sun cast long shadows on his tall figure, emphasizing the prominent muscles shimmering under his clothes.

He heard you stir and slowly turned around, taking in your disheveled appearance with a hint of satisfaction. His lips curved into a smirk as he took a step towards you, each step deliberate and measured. " Good morning, my dear," he muttered quietly. "I hope you slept well"

"What the hell?! " You screamed, clutching your heart with your hand, turning your head towards Gale. " You scared the crap out of me. What... have you stood here all this time and watched like some kind of maniac?!"

Gale chuckled softly, his laughter echoing off the walls of their luxurious prison. "I apologize if my presence frightened you so much," he said with feigned seriousness. He leaned closer to you, his breath warming your ear: " Would you rather I left you alone? Or maybe he would have watched from afar instead?" His hands gently found your shoulders, supporting you. Despite the situation, his touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to Astarion's more aggressive tendencies. Gale raised an eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his face. "But I’m afraid that’s impossible, my dear. Until my Master is done with you". His grip on your shoulders tightened slightly, his fingers tracing circles along your collarbone. "But don’t worry," he continued, his voice falling to a soothing whisper. " We have a little time before he returns.And while we wait, I can tell you about this place. It belongs to my Master, Astarion, who happens to be the most powerful vampire in all of Baldur's Gate"

He fell silent for a moment, giving the opportunity to comprehend the meaning of his words. He let go of your shoulders and stepped back, giving you a small, reassuring smile. " But don’t worry my dear, I will make sure you are taken care of during your stay here."

His gaze slid down the curves of your body, still tightly bound under the silk sheets, and despite his will, a sharp pain of desire pierced him.

Suddenly pain shot through your neck and you grabbed the bite. That's right... you were bitten! " Damn it," you breathed, lowering your hand and throwing your head back onto the pillow. "You are vampires... Astarion bit me!"

Gale winced as he saw you clutch your neck, his own heart pounding in response to his suffering. " I know, my dear," he murmured quietly, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead. It shouldn't have happened like this". His eyes sparkled with a mixture of guilt and fear when he saw your pale skin, marred by Astarion’s bite. "My Master usually doesn’t allow himself such liberties with newcomers. But I guess even he can lose control sometimes".

Despite his words, Gale couldn't help but feel a pang of envy towards Astarion: he craved the pleasure of being able to taste fresh blood for himself, but was afraid to allow himself to do so due to the consequences.

"Newbies?" You chuckled darkly, sitting up again, your feet touching the floor. " And how many people like me are so naive and stupid as to fall in love with your beautiful face and come here to the palace?"

Gale's cheeks flushed at the harshness of your words, a stark contrast to his usual cheerful demeanor. "Oh, more than you would think, my dear," he replied, trying to keep his tone light despite the situation. " There’s something about this place... Something intoxicating that attracts people."

" Let me go," you begged, your eyes filling with tears as you looked at Gale pleadingly. But he just shook his head.

Gale's expression softened at the sight of your tears, his heart breaking with sympathy. "I would like to, my dear," he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. " Believe me, nothing will make me happier than freeing you". He reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his palm, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. " But I’m afraid that’s impossible now. My Master has taken you, and until he decides otherwise, you belong to him".

Gale's gaze slid down to your lips, remembering the taste of your earlier food and feeling a strong desire to kiss you. " However," he continued, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. " I can try to make your stay here as comfortable as possible. Maybe even organize some... entertainment for you, if that's what you want."

Gale leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your earlobe.

Your quiet gasp of surprise only spurred him on even more, his hands moving to frame your face as he deepened the kiss. Your taste was intoxicating—sweet and salty at the same time—sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

But when you seemed to have already disappeared into the embrace, Gale pulled back slightly, giving you the opportunity to resist. His eyes met yours, begging for understanding even though he knew exactly what he was doing.

A low chuckle came from behind them as Astarion came into view. The Rising Vampire's grin widened at the sight of Gale's fervor, clearly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before him.

"Oh, my dear Gale".

Gale's breath hitched as Astarion's voice cut through the intimate moment, breaking their shared silence. He turned slightly, his grip on your waist tightening reflexively. "Master," he muttered, and a blush filled his cheeks. " We were just... discussing how to ensure the comfort of our guest during her stay here."

As he spoke, Gale's gaze returned to your lips, which were still tingling from their recent contact, and he couldn't help but wonder how far he could go before Astarion intervened.

You continued to sit on the bed and trembled as Astarion approached. Your eyes darted between them feverishly, searching for any sign of mercy or reason. "No, please..." you whined, your voice barely louder than a whisper. " I won’t tell anyone about this, I swear. Just let me go..."

You squeezed your eyes shut, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Gale winced at your plea, feeling a pang of guilt for putting her in this situation. But he knew that there was no turning back - Astarion had already made his decision. "I beg your pardon," Astarion muttered. " But we can’t risk letting you go. Not yet..."

Astarion stopped in front of the tobof, his presence huge and ominous. He reached out his hand to your trembling body, his fingers lightly touching your arm.

Gale stepped closer, placing a calming hand on Astarion's shoulder to prevent any hasty actions. He turned to you, giving you a reassuring smile despite the turmoil inside him. "Please try to understand," he said softly. "We don't want to cause you any harm. It's just... well, you see, Astarion requires a certain type of nutrition to maintain his strength and power."

He glanced at Astarion, who nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable.

Astarion grinned wickedly, his crimson eyes sparkling with dark amusement as he watched panic flash across your delicate features. The sight was almost too intoxicating for him to resist, but he forced himself to take a step back, giving Gale some space to calm their frightened guest. " Such delicious horror," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. " But don’t worry so much, my precious." We promise it won't hurt as much as you think. He turned his attention back to Gale, nodding approvingly at him before focusing back on you. " So," Astarion continued, pacing around her like a predator circling its prey. "Breakfast sounds delicious, doesn't it? How about having breakfast?"

His hand touched your arm again, sending a shiver down your spine. "I have no choice, do I?" You said in a weakened voice, unable to fight anymore.

Gale shook his head slowly, his heart heavy with regret and disappointment. "Unfortunately, no," he answered quietly. " It’s best if you accept your fate voluntarily, my dear.This will make things easier for everyone involved".

Astarion chuckled softly, his breath warming your neck as he leaned closer. "Willingly, unwittingly - in the end, it doesn’t matter. But I appreciate the effort, my precious offspring. " With a quick movement, Astarion grabbed your wrist tightly and gently pulled you towards him. His grip was firm, but surprisingly gentle compared to the terrifying aura he was emitting. "And who knows?" He whispered hoarsely in your ear. " You might even enjoy it once we get started."

[lioraastrum]

BaldursGateFanfic - Astarion x Gale x Reeder - Involuntary captive. Chapter 2

A mortal guest finds himself unwittingly caught in a web of forbidden desires as the dark ascendant vampire Astarion and his devoted lover Gale weave a seductive dance.

***

You woke up on the bed from the scorching sun, you were wearing only a shirt that barely covered your elastic chest, your throat was terribly dry, as if after a good drinking session. You couldn’t remember yesterday or what you were doing here, no matter how hard you tried to remember. Your head felt awfully heavy. What the hell happened? A terrible pain pierced your temples, and you pressed a finger to your temples, bending over and groaning in pain.

When you came to your senses, Gale entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I hope you're feeling better," he said, his voice quiet and worried. He paused, his gaze sliding over your hand. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

Shaking your head, you tried to sit up straight, squinting your eyes at the thoughtful guy. "I…" you stuttered. "To be honest, no. I don't remember a damn thing. Even… you. Who are you?"

The corners of Gale's mouth twitched upward into a small, sadistic grin. "My name is Gale Decarios," he answered, his tone even and soothing. " You see, you drank something that made you forget everything." He leaned closer, his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. "But don't worry, my dear. We will take very good care of you while you recover".

"You know, I'll go!" You screamed hysterically, trying to get out of bed, but managed to get tangled in the blanket and fall straight into the arms of a grinning Gale.

" Oh, I guess not," Gale purred, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close.

Astarion entered the room, his eyes dark with hunger. "Has our guest woken up?" he asked, his voice dripping with anger. "Fine. It's time to start the feast".

"What kind of bullshit!?" You screamed, pushing into Gale’s chest, trying to escape his grip. "What do you mean when you say the feast will begin!? I don't know what the hell is going on here, but this is wrong!"

My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline was coursing through my veins. Fear and confusion swirled inside you, making your thoughts blurry.

Gale held you tighter, his breath warming your neck. "It's quite simple to explain, my dear," he muttered. " You see, we’ve tasted you and we want more."

His hand slid down your back, sending goosebumps across your skin. Gale suddenly grunted as your elbow slammed into his stomach, but his grip only tightened. "Ah, cocky," he praised. " I like that in a companion. Despite your efforts", he easily held you pinned to him, his strength far superior to yours. "But you're wasting your energy," he said, his voice quiet and menacing.

As if to emphasize his point, Astarion stepped forward, his eyes blazing with predatory intent. "Let’s show our guests how much they belong to us," he suggested.

Gale took a deep breath, looking down at his hands before meeting your eyes again. "I’m sorry if this was all a little… intense," he said, giving you a small, shy smile. He glanced nervously over his shoulder at the dark figure of Astarion standing behind them both. " I seem to have put you in quite a difficult position, don’t I?" He laughed, trying to lighten the situation with light humor. "But don't worry. I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you are treated well. Astarion isn't so bad after all…"

"Who are you? Both. Who are you?" you asked, swallowing your saliva. You were still in Gale’s arms.

Gale blinked in surprise at the question and frowned slightly. "Let's just say he has certain… appetites," Gale continued softly. " And unfortunately, you seem to have caught our attention…

You frowned, folding your arms defiantly over your chest. "This doesn’t sound like something I’d enjoy being a part of," you muttered under your breath, glancing over your shoulder at Astarion.

You didn't know much about vampires, but you knew that being forced to do something against your will never ends well. And despite how attractive Gale was (or maybe because of it), you weren’t going to blindly follow him into whatever dark fate awaited you.

Gale nodded slowly, understanding the fear in your eyes. He couldn't blame you for feeling anxious; after all, he was the one who brought you to the vampires' lair. "Yeah, that sounds pretty scary," he agreed softly.

He carefully reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm. His touch was warm and soothing, a stark contrast to the icy cold of the room around them. " If we play our cards right," Gale continued quietly, " you might even find that you enjoy some aspects of life here…"

Astracion's laughter echoed throughout the room, interrupting Gale mid-sentence. The sudden laughter made Gale flinch slightly. " But then again," Astarion said with a slight shrug, this remains to be seen…

It was time for breakfast, all three of you were in the dining room and you sat at the end of the table, Gale and Astarion sat in front of you, they smiled at each other and it was clear to you that they were nothing more than a couple in love. You awkwardly looked at your plate, taking a bite from a fried egg, Astarion, meanwhile, was having breakfast with appetite, which cannot be said about Gale, but you also noticed a strange smell emanating from the glass of wine that Astarion and Gale were drinking, you frowned and winced with displeasure.

Gale took a sip of the wine, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Even though he had gotten used to the metallic taste of blood over the years, there was something particularly unpleasant about this wine—a strange mixture of coppery sweetness and a sharp, almost medicinal undertone. He couldn't help but wonder where Astarion had managed to get such a strange mixture.

His gaze glanced over you briefly before returning to his food. You seemed so out of place among their world of shadows and secrets; your innocence only emphasized the darkness that lay within both him and Astarion.

As if sensing Gale’s thoughts, Astarion looked up from his food, looked at you appraisingly, and stretched his lips with a mischievous grin. " Well, doesn’t our little guest look quite attractive this morning?" He teased you.

"I'm not your little guest!" you literally glared at Astarion with an angry look, growling displeasedly like a wild animal driven into a cage. "Let me go, damn it!" Honestly, you would have run away a long time ago if his guards weren't roaming around. You realized who they are - vampires, and they can kill you in the blink of an eye.

Gale cast a warning glance at Astarion, shaking his head subtly as if trying to silence his lover's playful taunts. He understood why Astarion acted the way he did - it was simply too amazing to see their captive react so violently - but he also knew they needed to tread carefully. " Hush," Gale muttered to you soothingly.

The words sounded empty even to his own ears. He hated playing the role of Astarion's pawn, but what choice did he have? The truth was that he had once been able to challenge Astarion, but after the Rite of Ascension, things were different… Gale was no longer strong enough to resist.

And yet, despite everything…

"Should I be quiet?! QUIET?! You were literally angry, you wanted to hit someone right in the face, but you held back because you didn’t know these people at all, and you didn’t want to risk anything, but still, you couldn’t help screaming: " I WANT TO HOME! Let me go!!" You stood up from your chair, but immediately froze when you saw that two big men had already approached you, ready to attack at any moment. You sat back, realizing that you were completely powerless here and couldn’t do anything.

Gale winced at your outburst, feeling a pang of sympathy for her predicament. But he knew better than to interfere directly—at least not unless Astarion gave him permission.

However, Astarion seemed to enjoy the young woman's suffering. His crimson eyes glowed with dark amusement as he watched you squirm under the watchful gaze of his guards. "Don’t worry, my dear," Astarion cooed mockingly, " we will make sure you return home safely… once you have completed your task."

His voice was smooth and silky, like a snake charmer's flute luring an unsuspecting victim. And just like that snake, there was a hidden threat behind his seemingly harmless words.

"What exactly is the task? " You exhaled, involuntarily pressing your hand to your neck.

Astarion grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. Gale, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. He glanced at Astarion, hoping his Master would understand the unspoken plea in his eyes.

" Well, aren’t you a curious creature?" Astarion thought out loud, circling around you like a predator overtaking its prey. " But I think it’s only fair that you know what’s in store for you."

He leaned closer to you, his breath warming your ear as he whispered. "You see, dear, we need fresh meat for our dinner tonight. Fate has decided that you will be our main course".

He pulled away, looking quite pleased with himself at the look of horror on your face.

"You're a bitch!" You screamed and still couldn’t stop yourself from getting up from your chair, not caring about the two big guys behind you. Gale frowned, Astarion twisted his face into an involuntary smile.

Seeing you stand up to Astarion made Gale's heart swell with pride despite the dire situation. However, he knew that her disobedience would only lead to trouble. " Hush, hush," Gale quietly put in his word, reaching out to gently grab her wrist. "There is no need for such dirty words".

His touch was soothing, though not too late to calm their Master's ruffled feathers. Astarion, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the anger and your indignation. " Oh, she’s cocky," Astarion remarked approvingly.

Suddenly you threw a plate of scrambled eggs in the face of one big guy, he cursed when the fragments hit him in the eye, and while the other stupidly watched this, you managed to run out of the dining room into a spacious corridor. Your eyes were running wild because you didn’t see the door leading to the street, your heart was pounding.

Watching your desperate escape, Gale felt a mixture of admiration and fear. You were braver than most people he encountered, which was commendable, but your actions only made the situation worse.

"Stupid!" he muttered under his breath, rushing after her into the corridor. "Come back here!"

But it was too late. The sound of thundering footsteps echoed down the hallway as you darted around corners and down hallways. Gale followed you, torn between the desire to catch up with you and the fear of what Astarion might do when he realized that they had lost their guest.

"Stop! Please!" he shouted desperately, hoping that you would listen to him somehow.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you barely heard Gale's pleas. All you cared about was getting as far away from these monsters as possible. The sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned out everything else.

You turned another corner, almost colliding with a servant carrying a tray of goblets. Startled, she dropped her burden; the glasses broke on the marble floor, and you staggered back in surprise. "Crap!" You exclaimed, quickly regaining your balance and continuing on your way. But even with all the chaos around you, there was something strangely familiar about this particular hallway—maybe just because it reminded you of similar halls at home.

As the sound of tearing fabric filled the air, Gale's heart sank. He stopped in front of the empty space where you had been a few minutes ago. Thoughts raced through his mind of what Astarion would do when he discovered that their prey had escaped him. "Mystra’s tits,…" he groaned, kicking the ground in frustration.

Despite his despair and panic, Gale forced himself to remain calm. If he had learned anything from living with Astarion, it was that losing control often had disastrous consequences. Instead, he cautiously approached the gaping hole in the wall.

Peering into the darkness, Gale noticed a faint light breaking through from somewhere even further ahead. Hope flared up within him again.

" Our pet is cunning," said Astarion, who appeared out of nowhere in the dark corridor, crossing his arms over his chest.

Astarion's sudden appearance sent a shiver down Gale's spine. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he turned to face the vampire. "She…she's smart," Gale replied defensively, trying to ignore the fact that Astarion's presence was preventing him from thinking straight. " We should have known better before underestimating her."

A flash of irritation flashed across Astarion's face, but it quickly changed to a grin. "Really smart," he agreed with a grin. "And yet so stupid. Run like a headless chicken through a palace full of vampires".

"What should we do?" Gale asked, looking at Astarion

Astarion's expression softened slightly, a rare sign of concern in the usually calm vampire. He reached out to brush a strand of Gale's hair from his forehead, his touch lingering for a moment. " My poor, troubled boy," he cooed, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Don't worry. We will soon find our little mouse. And then…"

Astarion's lips curved into a mysterious smile, his scarlet eyes sparkled with mischief. Before Gale could react, the vampire leaned closer, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Taken by surprise, Gale froze for a moment. But then something stirred inside him. A spark of desire flared up unexpectedly, prompting him to respond with equal fury.

His hands instinctively rose to grab Astarion's shoulders as he eagerly kissed back. The taste of blood remained on both tongues - sweet and intoxicating. It was an intoxicating sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Gale's veins.

" Find our pet, my dear," Astarion said, breaking the kiss, his left hand lingering on Gale’s buttock. " And take him to our bedroom, I’ll be there."

With Astarion's team hanging heavily in the air, Gale felt a strange mixture of emotions. His body still tingling from the intensity of their kiss, he nodded slowly.

" Yes, Master," he muttered, his voice low and hoarse. The use of the word "Master" came out naturally; it had become ingrained in him over time, and now served as a reminder of who held the true power in their relationship.

He watched as Astarion retreated back into the shadows, disappearing as mysteriously as he had appeared. Left alone again, Gale took a deep breath.

You crouched down behind a pile of boxes, your breathing becoming ragged. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest, reflecting the fear that gripped your entire being. You felt sweat running down your spine and soaking into the fabric of your dress.

You involuntarily flinched when you heard approaching footsteps. They were quiet, but even - someone was looking for you. You knew exactly who it was - the person who brought you here, Gale Decarios.

The sound of his voice sent a chill down your spine. Despite everything that had happened since you met these two men, hearing Gale speak made you feel comfortable. But it also reminded you that you were trapped.

Trapped… The word echoed in her head like a mantra.

Gale silently moved along the corridors of Astarion's palace, his steps were light and measured. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts - the taste of your fear, the anticipation of what was to come, and most importantly, his own conflicting feelings about the situation.

He turned the corner and saw you cowering behind some boxes. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, so small and vulnerable. It was too tempting to reach out and pull you close to comfort you.

" I found you," he whispered quietly, coming closer.

Your eyes widened when you recognized Gale's voice. For a moment, you thought about running away, but something about Gale's behavior made you hesitate.

He looked somehow different, almost… softer. His usual calm and collected expression seemed to be replaced by an expression of uncertainty. It was a side of him that you hadn’t seen before.

"W-what do you want?" You stammered, trying to stay in place even though your knees were shaking slightly. You could smell the faint scent of blood on Gale's clothes, a reminder of the dark truth about these men.

Seeing you trembling like that, Gale felt an unexpected pang of guilt. He was tasked with bringing you to Astarion's room, but seeing you like that made him doubt that this was truly the right decision.

His heart pounded painfully against his chest as he looked at you. He saw the fear in your eyes, heard the trembling in your voice. And yet, despite everything, he felt obligated to protect you.

" I’m sorry," he muttered, reaching out to gently cup your chin, lifting your face so your eyes met. " I wish things were different."

Without waiting for an answer, Gale grabbed you into his arms, pressing you to his chest. The feeling of your warm body pressed against him only added fuel to the fire of desire that burned within him.

Carrying you effortlessly, he headed towards Astarion's chambers. Each step seemed heavier than the previous one, weighed down by feelings of guilt and melancholy.

You struggled weakly in Gale's arms, nails digging into his arms as panic set in. You kicked in vain, trying to escape his iron grip. But Gale held you tightly, his strength far beyond anything a normal man should have.

Tears stung your eyes as you realized the hopelessness of your situation. You were completely at the mercy of these two monstrous creatures, and there was nothing you could do to save yourself.

As Gale carried you through the winding palace corridors, you caught a glimpse of the opulent furnishings and opulent decorations. It was a stark contrast to the terror that gripped your heart.

Ahead was the door to Astarion's chambers, its heavy wooden frame decorated with intricate carvings.

With every step, Gale's resolve wavered. He knew what awaited them behind that door—the reality of who and what they truly were. However, part of him also craved the sweet release that came with feeding.

Reaching the threshold, he paused briefly and took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The sight that greeted him was both familiar and unsettling.

Astarion lounged casually on his throne-like bed, his eyes alight with anticipation as he watched them approach. The air was thick with the smell of blood and excitement, adding an additional layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere.

"Gale…" You shook violently in Gale's arms, your body betraying your inner turmoil. Eyes darted frantically around, searching for some form of salvation. But all you saw was Astarion's angry figure and Gale's conflicted expression. " Please… don’t do this," you begged quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper. You felt the warmth of Gale's body against yours and it only reminded you how vulnerable you were right now.

You turned a pleading look at Gale, hoping that he would come to his senses and save your life.

Gale squeezed you lightly in his arms, not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to keep you in place. His own emotions were a whirlwind—guilt, desire, devotion, fear—all fighting for dominance within him. "I know… I know you’re afraid," he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead with trembling fingers. " But it’s for the best, believe me."

He walked closer to Astarion, holding you out to him like a prized trophy. "Here she is," he said simply, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the storm raging beneath the surface.

With one last squeeze, Gale released you to the floor and stepped back. The vampire lord's eyes flashed with dark hunger as he reached out, running a finger across your cheek before gently turning your head to expose the tender pulse point on your neck.

Astarion leaned closer, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the smell of his future meal. Then, with a quick movement, he sank his fangs into the tender flesh, drawing out warm drops of your blood. "Mmm… exquisite," Astarion purred. He looked at Gale, his scarlet eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Thank you, my love. This time you have outdone yourself".

When Astarion bit your neck again, you screamed, your hands instinctively flying to cover the punctures. Blood streamed down your neck, staining your dress. You were shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Oh God! Oh my God!" you screamed, sobbing and looking at Astarion with wide, horror-filled eyes.

Gale watched helplessly as Astarion began to feed off of you, feeling a pang of guilt pierce his heart. He hated seeing you so scared, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

However, despite himself, Gale felt an unexpected thrill run through him as he watched Astarion drink from their guest. The sight of your blood spilling onto Astarion's lips was undoubtedly arousing.

Feeling encouraged by Astarion's praise earlier, Gale stepped closer again until he was right behind you. "Is it tasty?" He asked quietly, trying to sound casual despite the trembling in his voice.

You squirmed and writhed in pain, your body convulsing as Astarion continued to drain the blood from you. You whined pitifully, tears flowing freely from your eyes. "Please…" you begged weakly. "I don't want to die here…"

Your words turned into desperate sighs as you clung to life with all your might.

Gale swallowed hard as he watched your strength melt away under Astarion's relentless onslaught. His pleas tormented his heartstrings, awakening in him feelings of pity and regret. "It’s okay," he muttered quietly, " Just try to relax. It might not be as bad as you think".

Despite his best attempts to console you, Gale knew that words were powerless against such a dire situation. All he could do now was watch helplessly as Astarion drained their guest.

When Astarion pulled away from the neck, he licked his lips from the spilled blood, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. His scarlet eyes sparkled viciously as he watched the effects of his feeding on their guest.

You leaned limply against his body, barely able to stand on your feet. Astarion effortlessly picked you up and carried you to the nearest bed, where he gently laid you down.

The moment you touched the mattress, your eyelids fluttered and you lost consciousness.

He turned to Gale, who had been silently watching the entire exchange. Astarion walked slowly towards him, wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him towards him for a deep kiss filled with both triumph and lust.

Gale melted into Astarion's embrace, returning his passionate kiss with equal fervor. Despite the circumstances surrounding their meal, Gale couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement to see his lover so inspired.

Astarion's lips tasted of copper and wine, a heady combination that sent shivers down Gale's spine. When they finally broke apart, Gale looked at Astarion adoringly, his eyes dark with desire. "That was… intense," he breathed, his voice hoarse. " I’ve never seen you feed like that before."

Gale glanced at your unconscious body sprawled on the bed, noting the paleness of your skin and the slow rise and fall of your chest. "Will she live?"

Astarion followed Gale’s gaze to your motionless figure, a spark of amusement flashing in his scarlet eyes. He shrugged casually, clearly not concerned about the fate of their guest. "Oh, she will live. Bye," he replied casually, as if discussing the weather rather than someone’s potential demise. "She is young and strong. Losing blood won't kill her right away". He turned his attention back to Gale , running a finger along the curve of his jaw. " But will she survive our hospitality? Remains to be seen. It entirely depends on how well she behaves and how much fun we decide to have with her".

Astarion's lips curved into a wicked grin as he leaned closer, his cool breath brushing Gale's ear.

Gale's heart was pounding in his chest, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He knew better than most how unpredictable Astarion could be, especially when it came to new prey.

His fingers traced the outline of Astarion's wrist, feeling the strength beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. "We should probably tend to her wounds," Astarion suggested quietly, running a finger along Gale’s cheek. " Make sure she doesn't bleed."