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19 Shadowheart x Ilara (or any OC) 👀👀👀

19. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

(H- okay. Doing this post Daisies)

(on that note, disclaimer: this was actually quite hard to do because Ilara is having ~intimacy issues~ post Astarion so it's more fluffy not as smutty as it might be otherwise/at some other point in the timeline. This exists within the daisies world but is standalone and won't be brought back up in this context unless I decide to continue it as a one shot later. ...Which I might)

"What do you mean you got food for me? I didn't ask you to do that." She didn't mean to be cross with her, not really. She just felt cross with everyone lately, and each time they tried to cheer her up only seemed to make it worse.

"You have got to put something in your stomach other than blood and wine Ilara, it's been weeks."

"Has it? Weeks since what? Who's counting?"

"Since he left. I'm counting." They stared at each other for a long moment before Ilara sighed, gritting her teeth.

"Fine. Okay. But I don't want to talk to anyone else right now. Just you. I'm not in the mood for anyone else. Is that acceptable?"

"That's perfect actually." Shadowheart reached out to grab her hand and Ilara stepped back, recoiling unintentionally as she cleared her throat. She gave her a weak smile, rubbing her hand against her thigh.

"Sorry. Later. I just. Well, you know." She almost felt a pang of guilt when Shadowheart dropped her hand, but felt a wave of grateful relief when she smiled anyways, pretending it didn't sting as much as it did. It had been so long since she could just say no that she was still shocked every time Shadowheart listened. Was patient. It was almost unfair how sweet it was, as if she deserved that kind of patience.

She almost begrudgingly followed her outside. Because of course it was the gardens. Of course it was outside. At least this time it was night, not the glaring heat of the sun making her skull pound. She froze as they came around the corner, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn't help the way her face softened. She'd laid out candles, bathing the inky orchids in a soft orange glow. She tentatively walked forwards, taking in the spread of food before her, trying to blink away her tears. There were so many of her favorite things.

She sank down onto the blanket, crossing her legs and patting the spot next to her, quiet for a moment while Shadowheart sat.

"You did all of this, for me?"

"Well of course I did, nobody else is going to eat all this sweet bread." She blinked again, tapping her fingers against her thigh.

"You don't have to keep being so nice."

"You deserve someone being nice to you."

"Do I?"

"I suppose that's subjective, but, yes." She turned her eyes back to Shadowheart, listening to her fluttering heartbeats and watching the way the moonlight hit her hair. She was breathtaking, really.

"Why haven't you tried to kiss me? Since you came back? Don't you want to?" The soft smile Shadowheart gave her made some of the tension uncoil in her stomach.

"Ilara, you don't even want to hold my hand. Why would I try to kiss you?"

"Well, I-" she stopped, frozen by the question, again caught off guard by it being her choice at all.

She scooted closer, reaching out her hand and setting it on Shadowheart's knee.

“Now I'm asking you to.” They stared at each other for another long moment before Shadowheart leaned forward, stopping just a few inches away.

“Ilara, are you sure this is okay?” Even being asked that made it so much better. She lifted her hand up, curling her fingers around Shadowheart's neck. She gently pulled her head forward, pressing their lips together in a kiss that felt much too sweet. Sweeter certainly than she deserved. She still tasted like fresh citrus, oranges melting on her tongue, the thumping of her heart in her chest rapidly picking up as Ilara sighed into her mouth. She was perfect.

She pulled back almost regretfully, trailing her fingers down Shadowheart's arm, listening to her soft breathing. She lifted her eyes slowly, taking in her expression.

“Where do you want to be touched? Did you just want the one kiss? That would be alright if you did, I just-”

“I don't. Want to be, really. But I want to touch you. Is that alright?”

“You don't have to do that Ilara-” She reached her hand up, shushing her and pulling Shadowheart into her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist and setting her head on her shoulder.

“Let me do this, please? I want to.” She ran her hand up Shadowheart's thigh, her fingers dancing up under the hem of her shirt. She smiled into her neck as Shadowheart gasped.

“I think the better question would be where do you want to be touched, Shadowheart?” She couldn't help but smile again, pressing her lips against Shadowheart's neck as she breathlessly answered.

“I- anywhere. Anywhere you want. I just-” Ilara pushed her hand up under her shirt, sliding her palm up her torso and cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers.

“Anywhere?” The sounds she made were so beautiful. The smallest whimpers, the little gasps. Ilara sighed, pressing her nose into Shadowheart's hair.

“Mm. I'm going to have fun with that.”

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BG3 Appreci-May-tion Event

What is it? A BG3 Fandom event to appreciate other fandom creatives! For every day in the month of May 2024, we've created a corresponding prompt list, which you can use to write fics/draw for other people's characters. Whether it be for a Tav, Durge, OC, or even a reader character set in a specific fic's universe, we encourage you to show your appreciation for the other talented authors in this fandom. Where is your prompt list? You can find the prompt list right here! Who can participate? Anyone who'd like to! Whether you're a writer, an artist, or another creative, we're welcoming absolutely anyone who would like to join in ♥

How do I participate? Using the list below, select one of the prompts you're interested in, and write a fic involving another creative's OC/Tav/Durge/Reader. When the day corresponding to the prompt you picked comes, post your work! Be sure to link to the original creator's work! Give our Tumblr a tag (@bg3-apprecimaytion) as well as using the event's tag #bg3apprecimaytion2024 so we can see and reblog your works! If you'd like, we also have an AO3 Collection! When is it taking place? Throughout May 2024!

Can I get creative with the prompts? Absolutely! In fact, we actively encourage you to do so - the prompts have been left vague for this reason. Just keep in mind that the fics/art you're creating are serving as a gift for someone else, and that not every author may be comfortable with receiving certain forms of content.

Do I have to do every prompt? Definitely not! The prompts are there for when you want them, but there is no pressure to do all of them. Can I use multiple prompts? Of course! Just post the work on the day for either of the corresponding prompts.

I finished my prompt late. Can I still post it? Yes! The prompt's assigned days are there as an organizational guideline, but we're more than happy to have you post your creations when you can.

Who is running this event? It's being run by me, @thedreamlessnights!

I have another question that I don't see here. Perfect! Send us an ask, and we'll get back to you as soon as possible.

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18 for the smut ask game 😈 Astarion x Reader or Astarion x any OC of your choice 😩

oh fuck yes

From @astarionfreak's smut ask game.

18. "I'm not going to beg." "Oh but you will."

This was supposed to be a short little drabble and then became a multi-day writing exercise 😭 I have a few more of these sitting in my inbox, so they'll be coming out eventually.

Note: I'm experimenting with writing the characters in Office Hours in third rather than second person. This isn't canonical, just me banging my dollies together to see what happens lol. But yes, in theory, Rosalind is Tav from Office Hours, if just slightly modified. She is also explicitly plus sized (which I plan to do in the edited version once OH is done.)

"I'm not going to beg," Astarion smirks, looking up at Rosalind over his glasses while his hands rest on her plush thighs straddling his lap. He leans against the back of the couch with unearned confidence.

"Oh, but you will." She ghosts her lips over his as she runs her fingers through the silvery curls at the back of his head. She grinds her hips against his, but his expression gives little away. Her only indication that he's struggling to remain stone-faced at all is the slight quaver in his breath. She captures his lips in hers, keeping the kiss languid and sensual. His hands travel up her hips and over the swell of her ass, resting on her lower back. She presses her tits into his chest, breathing deeply to push them into him further. She slides her hands down his neck, gently grazing against his earlobe and delighting in the subtle buck of his hips.

"Cheating," he murmurs into the kiss, and Rosalind's lips curl into a smile.

"Then you should have said something beforehand," she hums back, and her hands continue their journey down to his collar and begin to undo the buttons of his shirt. She fails to keep her own desires in check as she gets more desperate with each button. Her kisses grow frantic and his fingers dig into her ass, pulling her harder into his lap. When the last button slips through its hole, she roughly grabs his collar and yanks him off the couch to follow her lead. "Bedroom, now." Her voice is almost a growl and Astarion chuckles in response.

Rosalind continues to pull him backwards through her apartment and into her bedroom. She pushes him back onto the bed and peels off her shirt as he scoots himself into the center of her queen-sized mattress. She settles herself between his legs and dives down to plant sloppy kisses across his stomach. He slides his hand into her hair as she unbuckles his pants and flashes him a mischievous smile before pulling them down under his ass. He may have been able to keep his cool through her ministrations, but his cock standing fully erect tells a different story. She can feel her pussy clench instinctively as she thinks about sliding herself down on him. But not yet. He needs to beg for it first.

She leans forward onto her elbows with her ass in the air and flicks her gaze up towards Astarion, who studies her carefully. She runs a slow stripe up his shaft with the tip of her tongue and watches for the change in his breathing. She gently takes his tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, gathering enough spit for her to take a hand and slide it down his length. He hisses lightly and his hands tighten in her hair.

"Hmm, you like that, don't you?" she whispers while slowly pumping his shaft with her hand.

"I- ah- I think I'm allowed to enjoy a blowjob from my girlfriend," he retorts in what's almost certainly a shakier voice than he intended. "I just said I wasn't going to beg."

"We'll see about that," Rosalind snickers and takes him back in her mouth, working the underside of his cock with her tongue. He grunts as he slams his fist down on the bed with a soft thump. She begins to twist her hand around the base of his cock as she bobs her mouth up and down the head. His hips twitch, like he's trying desperately to keep them still and failing. She reaches her other hand up and gives his balls a light squeeze, earning the softest moan in response.

She pulls away suddenly and he snaps his gaze to her at the loss of contact. She watches him smugly as she unhooks her bra and releases her impressive tits to hang down and ever so lightly brush against the head of his cock. He bites down on his lip, breathing growing more rapid as she lowers herself down and pins his cock between his stomach and her breasts.

"Gods, fuck," he groans, letting his head fall back onto the bed. She squeezes her tits around his length and strokes him, giving his tip a little lick when it pokes through her cleavage. Rosalind watches Astarion carefully as his erratic breaths wrack through his chest. She wraps her lips back around the head of his cock and takes him in as far as she comfortably can. She begins to suck lightly and his legs squeeze against her sides in response.

Once she feels that he's sufficiently worked up she pulls away and she's certain he's going to deny the little whimper that escapes his lips. She stands and slips out of her skirt, tights, and panties in one easy motion. He cranes his neck up to see where she's gone and she laughs.

"Someone's eager," she coos, crawling back onto the bed and straddling his hips. She lets her belly graze across his cock and he shudders, squeezing his eyes closed.

"I'm in complete control," he huffs without opening his eyes. She brings her face to his, hovering their lips inches apart.

"It's okay if you're not," she breathes, and his furrowed brow relaxes ever so slightly. "I've got you, I won't let you fall." She closes the distance and kisses him softly, and after a moment of tension he melts and wraps his arms around her neck.

She breaks the kiss and presses her forehead against his. "Are you still up for the challenge?" Her voice is still quiet but there's just a note of mischief. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. Then he opens his eyes and the corners of his mouth pique upwards ever so slightly.

"I am if you are," he says in a low rumble that he knows drives Rosalind crazy. She nips his bottom lip and takes his glasses out of his hand, placing them neatly on the bedside table. Then she lowers her hips to drag her folds along the length of his cock. He hisses and jerks his hips, then smirks and presses his lips together obstinately.

"Dick," she snickers.

"Yes, I do believe that's- ah- the point," he stutters as she teases the tip of his cock with her cunt again. Her mischievous grin widens as she pulls up on her knees, hovering over his erection.

"Anything to say?" she croons, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.

"Darling, I think you want it more than I do at this point."

"Oh me? I'm doing great." She leans back and rubs her slit along his cock again, letting her arousal coat his length. He keeps his lips pressed tightly together, but she can see a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow. She continues to grind on his cock, starting to moan as her clit rubs against his wet shaft. He watches her with wild eyes as she gets herself off just by sliding herself along his dick. Her breathing picks up with her pace, whimpering in time with her rolling hips.

"Fuck, Rosalind," he's rasps, and her breath hitches when she hears him say her name.

"Mmf, yes babe?" She's struggling to keep it together just as much as he is, but she's determined to make him crack.

"Ha, you're close, aren't you?" He's panting but he keeps his eyes trained on her.

"Yes, but that wasn't part of the terms," she says hoarsely without slowing her movement.

"But wouldn't it just feel so much better to feel me inside you, my thick cock stretching you out?" he purrs, and she lets out a debaucherous whine.

"If you think so, then you know what you need to do," she says in a strained voice, knowing that she won't actually last much longer herself. She holds fast, and if it means coming on the side of his cock like she's a horny teenager and he's her pillow, so be it. She grinds against him faster, building herself back up to the edge.

"Fucking hells," he groans, letting his head fall back onto the bed. Leaning forward, his tip poised right at her entrance, she puts her lips close to his.

"Yes, hon?" she whispers, and she knows she's already won. He's barely hiding his whimpers anymore.

"I- gods, fuck." His hips thrust up instinctively, but she shifts out of the way.

"Say it, Astarion," she hisses through gritted teeth.

"Rosalind, I- ah-"

She slides her hands into his hair and pulls hard. "Say. It."

"Fuck, Rosalind, please. Please, gods, let me fuck you." His mewling whine is utterly delicious, and they both groan loudly when she drops her hips and sinks onto his cock. He digs his fingers into her thick flesh, thrusting up into her as she slams back down. Moving together like this, it doesn't take long for them to both to reach the precipice. Rosalind pulls Astarion's face into a rough kiss while continuing to furiously ride his dick. He bites on her lip hard enough to draw blood and she moans into his mouth. Once the taste of iron hits both their tongues their orgasms crash down on them in unison, their hips jutting in time as they ride through wave after wave.

They eventually still, panting heavily with their foreheads pressed together. Astarion's eyes flutter open and he kisses Rosalind, tenderly sucking on the wound he made on her lower lip. A light giggle escapes her as she pulls herself off him.

"Told you," she says with a positively insufferable grin.

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For the smut game

1 and/or 13 with A.A. x Gale please?

Oh, fuck. Great idea! Yes. 🧛🧙

1. "I need you inside me."

13. "Please, please let me come."

!! Warning: This deals with chronic pain (Gale still has the orb). Ascended Astarion appears soft on the surface, but there is some sketchy shit going on behind the scenes tbh.

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here.

There was no denying that the ascension changed him. Gale sensed the difference immediately. Astarion seemed sharper, leaner, hungrier.

There was also no denying that Gale found him very attractive. Before the power, but even moreso now.

Astarion walked in the sun without fear. The appetites of man returned to him. He ate food in addition to blood -- and although he often chastised Gale for cooking, "There's no need for you to ever lift a finger again, my love." -- Gale found pleasure in the small act of service.

Gale busied himself in the kitchen, putting together one of his favorite meals, when pain got the better of him. He stumbled back from the stove and gestured for one of the many servants to come take over. Wordlessly he retreated to his chambers.

As luck would have it, the aching void that gnawed away within him had remained relatively stable. However -- to put it simply -- it hurt. Some days were worse than others. Today was one of the more difficult ones.

Gale only intended to stay in the Crimson Palace for a tenday, two at most. Just until he located the Netherstones. Then he would return to Waterdeep, where he planned reforging the crown. For himself. Obtaining his own power.

He promised to make a place in the Heavens to share with Astarion. Together, they would be Gods. Better than the ones who had turned their backs on them.

Better than Mystra. Stronger.

Unfortunately, despite numerous attempts, they had been unable to locate the stones. 

Meaning the orb remained. An ever growing threat and -- quite literally -- a painful reminder of his shortcomings. Each day it got worse. The fetid thing was hungry again.

And while Astarion could not hide his displeasure when Gale consumed magical artifacts -- he did continue to provide them when necessary. For that, Gale was extremely grateful.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous. Astarion had power in abundance while the cursed magic that lived within Gale slowly robbed him of everything.

Gale stumbled into their bedroom, stripped himself of his robes, and lay, clad only in underwear, between soft, silk sheets in their bed. That is where Astarion found him hours later. Curled up into himself, in the quiet, dark room.

Astarion slipped between the sheets. He pressed his firm chest against the other man’s back, one arm snaking over Gale’s body to pull him close. Astarion pressed a ring against Gale’s chest. “I stole this from a patriar today. The absolute fool had the gall to demand I bow. Can you imagine? Me? Bowing to anyone? At least he was considerate enough to be wearing this ring when I cut off his fingers.”

Gale held his breath as he let the magic flow through him, feeding the angry pit. Just enough to settle the storm inside. It wouldn’t be long before it demanded more though.

More. More More. Always hungry. Never sated.

“His mistake is my gain, I suppose,” Gale mumbled. It took him a moment to settle back into his body, the pain subsiding enough to allow him to breathe through the fog. “Thank you for this.”

Astarion’s hands wandered down Gale’s body, beneath the hem of his underwear, fingertips dragging across his skin as he approached his cock. “Well, I simply can’t have you wasting away in bed all day now, can I? It’s unbecoming.”

Gale sighed softly and pressed closer. “I am beginning to suspect something is wrong with me beyond my . . . affliction.”

Astarion bit gently at Gale’s earlobe. “There is one thing we’ve yet to try. I’m positive I could get past the taste if you would just allow me —”

“No, Astarion.” Gale rolled onto his back and met Astarion’s eyes. “We have truly no idea how the orb would react to me becoming a vampire — a spawn, no less. I will forge my own path to immortality.”

“Yes, the Netherstones. You have all but dredged the Chionthar and yet — nothing. Aren’t you a bit curious as to why?”

“Curious? What are you saying?” Gale stiffened as Astarion’s fingers curled around his cock. His lips parted and he gasped as Astarion’s deft hand pumped once, twice over his length. “Is there something you aren’t telling me, Astarion?”

Astarion propped himself up on an elbow, staring down at Gale with a smirk. “I have my . . . theories. Perhaps I’ll divulge them after we’ve indulged in each other.”

Gale tried to study Astarion’s face, searched for the man behind the mask — but it was hard to think when Astarion’s hand was on his cock.

It became even more difficult to think when Astarion pressed his lips against Gale’s. Despite the orb’s increasing instability, he still had this. No amount of excitement seemed to trigger an explosion.

There was little hesitation between them, much unlike the first time they kissed. Now, when they were together, it was with total abandon. As though nothing else mattered. Perhaps that was true.

Gale found himself gasping into Astarion’s mouth when he shifted to straddle him. Then he kissed, down Gale’s jaw, his chest, his stomach. Lower, and lower, tugging his underwear down past his thighs to expose him completely.

Astarion’s eyes were dark with lust. “One rule, darling,” he purred. “The same rule as always. Do you remember?”

Gale curled his fingers in the sheets, prepared to hold himself steady. “I shall not come without permission.”

Astarion smiled, breath warm against Gale’s erect cock. “That’s my good boy.”

Astarion always made unraveling Gale seem so effortless. In this bed, the very words he relied on often failed him. Astarion always reduced him to a whimpering, submissive thing. Tonight was no exception.

Even when the head of Gale’s cock was bumping up against the back of Astarion’s throat, Gale knew he was not the one with control. He would not break their rule. Even if the threat of punishment did seem alluring, at times.

When the sweat dripped down the back of his neck, when his breathing was labored, and when the sheets had become a tangled mess from his squirming, that’s when Gale finally broke. That’s when he began to beg.

“Please, please let me come, Astarion,” he choked out between moans.

Astarion dragged his tongue across the head of Gale’s cock, then looked up at him with a devious grin.

“Perhaps I will. Perhaps I won’t,” Astarion teased. “I could be convinced if you tell me what else you need.”

Gale licked his lips, staring down at the flawless man before him. He knew what Astarion wanted to hear. He wanted it too. “I need you inside me,” he whispered.

“Then you’ll get everything you need, my love,” Astarion purred.

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Nice

ok i'm done being sad. time to be horny again. (video from @bhaalbabebardlock )

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ok i'm done being sad. time to be horny again. (video from @bhaalbabebardlock )

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Well, to distract you from crying - I just found Cazador's maker's skull for the first time ever (I'm so fucking blind) and realized Ascended Astarion breaks all 3 rules Vellioth beat into Cazador: solitude (first thing he does is find out little family of freaks), don't share power (first thing he does is make vampire bride), always plan and act slowly (baby never made a plan in his pretty head). Just, let's have a cackle at generations upon generations of doomed destiny pushing at Astarion, who just goes 'how about no' and does his thing. xD

no plan, only running on vibes 🩸

I love our smoothbrained boy

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Brb need to go cry softly in the forest for a bit because my human OC will grow old and die and Astarion won't

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BALDUR'S GATE III ▴ 40/--

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Smut ask game:

No. 15 for fem!Tav and Astarion

Yes! Thank you!!

15. "How many times did you come?"

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here.

Naenia cornered Astarion against the wall of a cave just outside of camp. "You'll never guess what Karlach just asked me."

Astarion grabbed her hips and spun her around so her back was against the wall, not his. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, lips ghosting over her skin as he spoke. "You're right, I won't guess. But you're going to tell me regardless, aren't you?"

Naenia tilted her head, offering up more of herself. "Aren't you a little bit curious?"

This little routine of theirs had become a regular occurrence as of late. The two of them sneaking away from camp to fuck and so he could feed.

"Of course I am, darling. But I'd rather not waste our precious time with games. Especially when our mouths have far more interesting things to do," Astarion purred.

Naenia rolled her eyes, grabbed Astarion's shirt and pushed him back slightly. "She asked me, and I quote, 'How many times did you come?'"

Astarion barked out a laugh. "And what did you tell her?"

"What do you think I told her?" Naenia lifted a hand and ran a finger across Astarion's lips.

He bit gently at her finger before releasing her hips and snatching up her wrists. He pinned them both over her head. "That you lost count after . . . hmm . . . let's say six."

Naenia squirmed in his grasp, rolling her hips toward him, seeking contact with his thigh. "Six? You're being awfully generous. I lost count after four."

Astarion pressed forward, pushing her against the cave wall. "Then we'll have to be more mindful of the score tonight, won't we darling?"

"Yes. Yes we will."

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Hot take? Spawn Astarion isn't evil, he's traumatized and in survival mode.

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6! AA x Reader?

Ooooooh. Yes! Thank you!

!! Warning !! This snippet includes the character feeling the sensations as Harleep uses their body for sex. It does go into noncon/dubcon territory, so please do not read if that's not for you. Ascended Astarion is possessive, but pretty soft overall.

6. "How do the ropes feel? Not too tight?"

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here

Phantom fingers ghost up your spine. It's happening again. You hold your breath, trying to keep this little outburst to yourself. Maybe it will pass quickly.

Astarion had a stressful day of negotiations and the last thing you want to do is add to his frustrations.

But it does not pass quickly. Lips are on your chest, your shoulder, your neck -- a breath that is not really in the room pants heavily against your skin.

You feel sweat dripping down your neck and you're not sure if it's actually yours or not. It's not always this vivid.

Someone nips at your earlobe. Not yours. Theirs. But its your body. Yours. They're just using it.

It's the sensation of teeth tugging at your nipple that finally breaks you. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Little love, whatever could be the matter?" Astarion peers up at you from his throne. He studies your face -- you see the moment he realizes what's happening to you. His eyes darken.

Astarion pats his lap, beckoning you toward him. "It's that vile incubus again, isn't it?"

You nod, roll up onto your feet, and walk to him.

The phantom hands are relentless now, grabbing, and pulling at your skin. You lost count of how many people must be in the room with them. It's hard to think through the fog of desire that your mind has fallen into.

"How many this time?" he asks.

You swallow thickly and crawl onto Astarion's lap. "Many."

"Last time you became quite violent." Astarion's hands, warm, and familiar, slide up under the fabric of your clothing and settle on your hips.

"More now." Heat pools low in your belly. Inescapable desire. Astarion can sense it. You are bound to each other in ways beyond even your own comprehension. Beyond even Harleep's owning of your body.

"Shall I bind you?" Astarion asks.

"Yes," you manage to gasp out. You rest your head on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of him. Bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of brandy. So much has changed the last few months. His scent is one of the few things that have remained the same. You use it to ground yourself, to remain sane as the assault continues.

You hear the snap of his fingers. He is ordering some spawn to fetch the ropes.

A cold tongue flicks over your nipple, dull teeth bite down on your shoulder. You choke back a moan and allow your body, yours, to fall limp in Astarion's arms.

"That incubus will pay for what they are doing to you, my love. Soon they will learn that your body is mine, and mine alone -- not something to be shared," his voice is a low growl in your ear.

There's the shuffle of feet as someone approaches. No heartbeat. It's a spawn.

You don't look up from where you've rested your head. Your face tucked into the curve of Astarion's neck.

You squirm in his grasp as Astarion binds your wrists behind your back.

"How do the ropes feel? Not too tight?" Astarion asks.

You whimper as invisible fingers slide inside you. You strain against the ropes, wanting to lash out at the fingers and mouths that are not really there.

"It'll hold," you manage to say.

"Good," Astarion whispers. "Now, shall I distract you? Shall I remind you who you belong to?"

You breathe him in again as Astarion pulls you close to his chest. His hands are splayed across your back. His hands. He's here. He's got you. You're his.

"Yes, yes, please," you whimper.

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Daisies On My

Nightstand

| AO3 Link | About Ilara |

| Writing Masterpost |

| Daisies Playlist |

Summary:

The story of a Bhaal-Spawn who only ever wanted to be free.

Ilara would do anything for the people she loves, having never been freely allowed to do so before- including killing her past, denouncing her God, and damning 7,000 souls. Can she save herself, let alone anyone else?

The story of my resist durge Ilara, and everything leading up to the netherbrain and after.

Important tags: named dark urge, violent thoughts/urges, death, having no control, murder, smut, dom/sub themes, memory loss, grief, trauma, a terrible past, whipping, knife play, character death, self hatred, ascended astarion, mind control. I promise there's some happy stuff. Sometimes. Please read all tags on AO3!!!

Romance with Gortash, Astarion, Shadowheart. A devil she can't get away from. This story leaves canon behind in the dust.

Because this story is so long now, ongoing, and has daily updates I don't intend to list every chapter on this post like I was doing (which is why I've made a new post!) I will continue to sometimes post teasers of chapters; I stopped doing that a while ago.

Daisies on my Nightstand on AO3

(as I begin uploading them, this post will be edited with links to the teaser chapters)

Chapter 99- Aching

Chapter 105- Sending

Chapter 111- Voided

Chapter 119- Hellfire

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👀 18, Astarion x Gale 👀👀👀👀

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18. "I'm not going to beg." "Oh, but you will."

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here

Gale sat comfortably in a large, padded chair on the balcony. He sipped from an expensive glass of wine and flipped through the pages of his latest purchase — a book regarding lost secrets of the Underdark.

Astarion leaned agains the railing, enjoying the view of the night sky. The moon hung heavy on the horizon. It wasn’t the sun. But, when he glanced over at Gale, he was reminded that perhaps this life wasn’t so bad after all.

Gale looked up from his book and met Astarion’s eyes. “You’re staring again.”

“Yes.” Astarion pushed himself away from the railing and stepped closer to Gale.

“It’s distracting.” Gale shifted in the chair.

Astarion smiled and swiftly closed the distance between them. “I imagine it is, yes.”

“Well, stop it.” Gale looked back at the book, but his eyes weren’t moving. He wasn’t actually reading anything anymore.

Astarion took the opportunity to snatch the book out of Gale’s hands and snapped it shut. “Pay attention to me.”

Gale rolled his eyes. “I swear, sometimes you’re worse than Tara.”

“Only sometimes?” Astarion pouted. He placed a hand on each arm of the chair, effectively caging Gale beneath him.

“That isn’t the compliment you seem to believe it to be, Astarion.” Gale’s heartbeat quickened. He blushed.

Astarion had him right where he wanted him. “If you’re going to insult me, Gale. At least do it properly.”

“Very well. When you . . . finish . . . you make the most atrocious face.”

Astarion barked out a laugh. “You’re joking.” He studied Gale’s expression. Shit. He wasn’t joking. “I do not! Do I?”

“Yes, it’s sort of like . . .” Gale scrunched up his face in the most unattractive way.

“Hideous. I certainly do not look like that when I’m in the throes of passion. I would know.”

Gale nodded. “It’s the complete truth, unfortunately. I can show you, if you wish.”

“And how would you go about that? It’s not like I can just look in a mirror while I fuck you. Although . . .”

Gale managed to turn an even darker red. He cleared his throat nervously. “Let’s table that conversation for another night. I only meant I could conjure a duplicate.”

“Oh.” Astarion leaned back, releasing his grip on the arms of the chair. “I don’t . . . I haven’t seen this face in two hundred years. I didn’t think . . .”

Gale took Astarion’s hand in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Foolish of me to offer something so sobering when we were only joking. You need not make a decision tonight, of course. The offer is there whenever you’d like. If you’d like.”

Astarion nodded, eyes locking back onto Gale's. “Thank you, darling. I’ll give it some thought.”

“I did have an unrelated question,” Gale said. “I’m not sure if now is the best time.”

“Ask away.” Astarion pulled his hand out of Gale’s and waved it dismissively.

“Why haven’t you asked to drink my blood?”

Astarion tilted his head. “Why haven’t you offered?”

“I was waiting for you to ask,” Gale said.

“There’s your answer. I was waiting for you to offer.” Astarion’s eyes flicked to Gale’s neck, the steady pulse that hummed just beneath his skin. His scent had changed since the orb was removed. He was certainly more alluring. But Astarion hadn’t pressed him on the matter. Their relationship was tenuous enough at times. “But, since you brought it up. Would you like me to bite you, Gale?”

Gale shrugged. “I suppose I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little curious about the experience. I have read some truly fascinating ��� ”

Astarion leaned forward, hushing Gale with a kiss. Gale sighed into Astarion’s mouth, quickly relaxing as their lips glided smoothly against each other.

“Tell me later about what you’ve read, darling. For now, just do me a favor and get in the damn bed.” Astarion’s lips brushed against Gale’s as he spoke, he could feel Gale smiling against his mouth.

“Your wish is my command,” Gale whispered.

Within moments they were both in the bed they shared. Gale on his back, Astarion stretched out on top of him. Most of their clothes had been discarded on the way to the bedroom.

Astarion nestled his face into the curve of Gale’s neck, lips ghosting across his soft skin. He teased the tender flesh with his fangs, but did not yet sink them in.

“You want this as much as I do,” Astarion whispered.

Gale sighed softly. “What is it that gives you that impression?”

“Your heartbeat quickens when my teeth are on your skin. I can smell your desire. And, well, feel it.” Astarion slipped a hand between Gale’s legs, palming his half-hard length over the fabric of his underwear.

Gale choked back a moan. “It’s true. There is something — exciting about surrendering myself to you in that way.”

“As if I don’t already have you wrapped around my fingers,” Astarion teased.

Gale laughed and tilted his head, giving Astarion more access to his neck. “I allow you to believe that. You’re the one —”

Astarion reached beneath Gale’s underwear, curled his fingers around his cock, and squeezed gently. “What was that? I couldn’t hear anything after you started whimpering.”

“Astarion,” Gale gasped. “I thought we were here so you could feed.”

“Oh, we’ll get to that, darling. Don’t worry. I just want to hear you beg so sweetly before I sink my teeth into your pretty little neck,” Astarion purred.

“Bite me if you wish. I’m not going to beg,” Gale said.

Astarion began to slowly stroke Gale’s cock. “Oh, but you will.”