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i want to live (all origins)

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wake up gang, new yeestarion just dropped

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Repercussions (Zhentarim Tease pt.2)

Gale x Tav/fem reader x Astarion

Light gagging | PinV | oral (his and hers) | revenge sex (consensual)

Word count : 1,937 (it’s a longy sorry)

You thought you got away with teasing Gale and Astarion in the Zhentarim Hideout. They see things quite differently, and are eager to show you how they feel about it. :)))

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You had gotten away with it. You had gotten away with teasing the wizard that contained an orb that could obliterate you in an instant and a 200 year old vampire who had already killed you once (albeit by accident).

Neither of them had said a word to you about the encounter either after the hideout nor in camp afterwards. Gale had even been so kind as to cook your favorite dinner for you, baked potato soup! You quietly chuckled to yourself in disbelief that the boys hadn’t gotten on to you about your playing, you might even be a little suspicious of it, had you not been so proud of yourself.

Full bellied and content, you sat in front of the campfire and looked into the orange flames, dreaming of what other little games you could play on the two males. You were at peace, the camp quiet and still. Which, now come to think of it, was very strange. No argument between Gale and Astarion over whether Gales book collection should be used as kindling or not? No droning whir of magic projections as Gale takes in his appearance over multiple crawling minutes? Not even a laugh from Karlach as she watches either of them struggle to open a jar of vegetables?

You’re just being paranoid, surely you could all enjoy one peaceful night at camp, no bickering or fighting. You shook your head as you walked back to your tent, not caring to notice the flap had been shut since you last left it.

You poked your head in, your eyes adjusting to the darkness, when cool, strong hands held a rag over your mouth and roughly pulled you into the tent. You landed on your bedroll, with what felt like a couple of extra pillows around you, pillows you recognized from…..Gales tent?

Sooner than you could look around or try to wiggle free, a usually silky smooth voice, now laced with darkness and lust purrs in your ear.

“Tsk, look at you darling, poor thing. All tensed up, when you should be relaxing in your tent. You did have an awfully fun day today. You need the rest.” A shiver ran down your spine at his last words, you were pretty sure rest was not in the cards tonight.

Either you were about to get revenge fucked, or you were about to die.

A deep rumbling from across the tent caught your attention, followed by a small dim stream of blue light, whirling around your heads. Gales features were illuminated, and he sat across from you, elbows on his knees.

“Don’t worry Astarion. She got plenty of her favorite dinner tonight. I’d say she’s got strength to spare.” He lifted himself onto his knees in front of you, undoing the first few clasps of his robe.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the tattoo on his upper chest, and the way it delicately curled up his neck. Your eyes followed its trail until you met his gaze, his eyes darkening.

You felt yourself get wet already, just from Gale opening his shirt a little…oh Gods….. this was going to be a long night.

Astarion pulled you closer to his chest, his thighs cradling either side of your butt as you sat in front of him on your bedroll. The hand he wasn’t using to hold a rag over your mouth slithered over the crease of your hip and rested right between your legs. Putting just enough pressure to cause your core to instinctively clench, but staying light enough that you groaned in frustration at the lack of friction.

“We just want to talk about your actions today.” Gale said, his voice now huskier than usual. Astarion hummed in agreement behind you.

“Surely you know that it’s not kind to tease.’ Gale said softly, hands moving to the waistband of your trousers. He gently pulled them down and off, leaving you only in your underwear and top. You feel your skin prickle from the cool air touching it.

Astarion occupies his now free hand with your right breast, easily cupping it in his palm. You moan softly against the rag, and he grips slightly harder in response.

Gale lowers himself between your legs, you feel them tremble from another clench at your core. He laughs lowly as he rubs his nose on either side of your lips, the fabric of your underwear smoothing the sensation into a vague blur. It’s enough though, enough to have you bucking your hips toward him, and to have him backing up and shaking his finger at you .

“Mmm, I wouldn’t try anything without Mr. Dekarios’ permission.” Astarion purred. Truly unbelievable, that these two could agree on anything, much less work together for your ruin.

“P-please” you manage to get out through the rag. Gale lifted his eyebrows, shooting a gaze at Astarion, signaling for him to lift the rag from your mouth.

“Make sure to use your inside voice darling.” Astarion growled. You nodded and held back another moan. He pulled his hand away and you sucked in a breath, your voice coming out rasped and shakey.

“Please do that again…..Mr. De-karios” Gale looked at you with something like pity. Then signaled to Astarion to put the rag back in place.

“I want to be very clear with you” he said, looking into your eyes and lowering himself again, “you are not to make requests, unless you need us to stop. Do you understand?” He looked up from between your legs, and you feel Astarions cock start to harden against your back.

“You had it your way earlier in the day, now it’s our turn. Although with the knowledge that we’ve shared with each other,” his eyes flicked from you to Astarion, then back “I can assure you, you won’t have any complaints.”

Without another word, Gale started using his nose once again on either side of your lips. His warm hands wrapped around your thighs, offering an interesting contrast to Astarions cool one cupped over your breast.

Gale pressed a kiss over your panties, right over where your clit was under the fabric. You rolled your head back, letting it fall on Astarions shoulder. You heard Astarion growl, quickly pressing his lips to your now exposed neck. Warm electricity thrummed through you, causing you to wriggle a little, desperately wanting to get more friction.

Seemingly detecting your thoughts, Gale pulled your underwear to the side, finally letting his tongue slide between your folds. He groaned into you, giving you a delicious moment of vibration before he continued licking your core.

He allowed you to roll your hips as needed, holding you firmly by your hips but not forcing you to be still. Astarion continued kissing your neck, his erection nearly painful on your back.

“Darling….” He mumbled against your skin “do you mind if I….” You already knew what he was asking, and you quickly nodded your head in response. You felt his lips smile against your neck, and a moment later, a faint cry escaped you when he pressed his fangs into you.

You could feel both boys tongues, similar, but each so different in their approach. Gale stayed firm but tender and gentle, clearly enjoying his moment, but more focused on his technique. While Astarion licked and lapped without thought, allowed his body to move for him, giving in to his lust like it was second nature.

You moaned deeply against the rag, which earned a finger inside of you from Gale, and Astarion sliding his hand to grasp your bare breast under your shirt. Gale pumped slowly at first, taking care to curl his finger ever so slightly until you could feel the pressure start to build between your thighs. At some point Astarion stopped feeding on you, and instead ground himself on you while licking your wound clean.

The sensations you were feeling all at once threatened to push you over your edge, and just as you were about to cum, you felt an absence in your lips, and a stillness inside of you. Gale looked up at you, his eyes darker than you had ever seen them, and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.

You heaved a sigh and whimpered through your rag,not able to tear your eyes away from the wizard. Before you could protest, Astarion gently pushed you forward, and he swapped places with Gale who was now behind you.

Astarion quickly yanked down his trousers, not even bothering to take them all the way off, settling with them falling at his knees. He pulled you until you were on your hands and knees in front of him, and Gale grabbed your hips from behind as he rubbed his hard cock into your lips.

Astarion offered the tip of his length for you, using one of his hands to cup your cheek.

“So so pretty.” His cooing was enough fuel for you to lean forward and take his tip into your mouth. He let a breathy moan escape, throwing his head back as you smiled around his cock.

You started moving faster, enjoying the little amount of control you had gained in the moment. Your lips lifting into a smile, until you felt Gale give you a hint of forewarning with his own tip at your entrance.

As soon as he thrust into you, you leaned even farther forward, almost choking on Astarions length. He huffed out a surprised moan as you accidentally deep throated him, and hollowed your cheeks on the way back up.

Gale murmured an apology for not warning you better, but it was quickly lost in the echos of hissed gasps and low moans that filled the tent. You added your hand with your mouth to Astarions cock, feeling your release quickly approaching. The sight of Astarion starting to come undone and Gales cock pumping in and out of you was pushing you faster and faster to the point of no return.

It didn’t take long with your hand until you heard Astarion hiss your name and place both of his hands on either side of your head, his hands tangled in your hair. It was all you needed to start your own release, moaning onto his cock, feeling his cum fill your mouth. You swallowed, not wanting the mess, and knowing it would earn you extra points as well.

Gale was still pushing into you, bottoming out as you came, going harder and faster than you expected he would. The moan that escaped his throat when he finally came was beautiful, you had never been with Gale before this night, so you looked back in awe, watching as his hips slowed, and he panted and mumbled your name.

You closed your eyes to take in the moment, Gale still hard inside you, Astarion leaning back on his heels in front of you, hands still in your hair. I’d this what your punishment was for teasing them?

You all cleaned up lazily, and fell onto the bedroll, a boy on either side of you. Astarion laid on his side towards you, Gale on his back, as he conjured up a personal starry sky on the inside of your tent.

“Quite beautiful…..maybe the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” It was almost a whisper coming from Astarions lips, half of Gales mouth shrugged up in triumph.

“Well, you should see what I can do with -…..” you didn’t hear the rest of what Gale was saying, because you saw that when he said it, Astarion was looking right at you.

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anyone else keep astarion close to your character in battles with the head-canon that he wants to keep you safe or is that just me?????

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i would pay so much to have these irl 😭

All six tarot cards collected! I decided to use white accents on elements that have an important symbolic role in each character's stories. My favorite picture out of the six is probably Karlach's card. And what do you think? Which card do you like best?

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There’s a first time for everything

After a long day of fighting for your life and attempting to save the known world, you decide to let yourself indulge in a bath at The Elf Song. Naturally, you leave your clothes on the floor of your room, out in the open….. where anyone could…..stumble upon them…..

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Astarion sauntered down the hallway to your room. You had all gotten back not too long ago, so he thought he could sneak a late night chat with you before lights out. He mindlessly pushed the door open, already opening his mouth to start about how Wyll had gotten on his last nerve when he paused, you weren’t in your bed where you usually were this time of night. He immediately felt a surge of anxiety, but pushed it down, remembering that the most likely solution is not that you got kidnapped my your murderous kin, no. It must be something much more mundane than that.

He narrowed his eyes, looking into the darkest corners of the room, trying to perceive any traces of movement or suspicious activity, but nothing. Just as he was about to turn around and try another room in the tavern, he spied a precocious little pile in the middle of your floor. He doesn’t know how he missed it on his entry, but he certainly is intrigued now by the little peek of strappy, iridescent fabric he can see. He quietly pads over to the mound, his dead heart stirring a little, as if wanting to beat faster knowing what he’s about to get up to. Kneeling down, he lightly grabs at the piece that’s been eyeing him to find it is indeed your darling panties, just sitting here all alone…..

Astarion stares at the fabric in his hands, contemplating whether or not he should be disgusted or proud with the thoughts of lust that are running rampant through his mind. Is this a breach of privacy? Surely not, you’ve shown and given him things much more intimate than a pair of your panties. Before he can start to talk himself out of it, he raises the delicate fabric closer to his face. He can already smell your warm scent as it wafts towards him. Slowly, he lets himself raise his hand until your panties are held across his nose and mouth, and he greedily breaths in your scent. Gods…. He can feel himself already getting hard against the waist band of his trousers. He figures should probably take care of this…after all, you’re nowhere to be found…

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You hear his footsteps as he crosses the threshold of your room, and you smile gently at the fact that you’ve memorized what his footsteps sound like. You sit still, waiting for him to either join you or at least say hello before heading to bed, but after his initial footsteps you hear nothing. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the rim of the bath tub, allowing yourself to relax for one more moment before calling him over, when you hear rustling, and a quiet but full breath, as if someone was breathing through…. fabric? You sneakily peer through a torn hole in the bath tub curtain, and you spy your beautiful pale elf, kneeling in the middle of your room, with a handkerchief across his fine features. No wait, you squint until you realize that the handkerchief is in fact your panties, and Astarion is getting utterly lost in them. You hear him softly groan and your eyes flick down to his trousers, where his cock strains against his waistband. You swallow, and feel yourself clench around nothing, just at the thought of Astarion being so around by you that even your underwear would warrant such a reaction from him. You’re stunned into watching him, not caring if the bath water turns to ice and your fingers and toes turn to prunes.

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Astarion sits and leans against the foot of your bed, panties still in hand, while he quickly undoes the lacing at the front of his trousers. He allows himself a soft sigh when his cock springs free, and is sure he imagines hearing a small gasp as it hits his stomach. He couldn’t care less at this point, making himself feral by only breathing in the smell of you. He moans when his hand wraps around his cock, but quickly stifles himself with your panties again. He enjoys a few slow strokes at first, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from the sheer ecstasy of his situation. He never in his 200 years would’ve guessed that he would be so enamored by another person that he would partake in such actions, but here he was, and it was exquisite.

He moved faster on his cock, feeling his balls grow tighter. Holy shit, was he this close to cumming already?

He let himself moan into your underwear, getting slightly lightheaded now from having it so closely pressed to his nose. His issue was however easily solved by using his tongue to pull the fabric into his mouth. He felt two little tears as he bit down to stifle even more moans trying to escape from his throat. He figured if he ruined this pair, he’d buy you 100 more, it was certainly worth the gold.

Another flick of his tongue had his tasting you on the now wet fabric. Sending him over the edge, reeling, pressing his head against your footboard and biting down on your pretty panties in his mouth. A long sound, he wasn’t sure whether it was fully a growl or groan ripped from his throat, barely quieted by the delicate fabric.

As he came down from his high, he pulled your underwear away from his face, glancing down at himself to survey the damage he caused with this little escapade. He had indeed torn two fang sized tears in the middle. Maybe he could embroider his name instead of buying you new pairs, he thought. That way if anyone were to see it they would know exactly who had made the holes in the first place. The one who had made a very similar set of pretty holes in your beautiful neck. He was only pulled from his thoughts by your voice from across the room,

“That was my favorite pair you know” you said, slightly hoarse from watching the events that had just played out. You let a smirk creep onto your face as he stared at you in shock.

Not one to be outdone, Astarion only let the shock show for a second before falling into a beautifully devious smile, holding up the ripped fabric with his fingers.

“Oh, darling, I think I can say the same. Don’t worry though pet, I’ll gladly stitch my name into them. It won’t take but a few days” your eyes went wide at the thought of feeling the stitching as you walked, knowing it was his name that was constantly touching you. You silently nodded, and he gave you a low chuckle in response.

“Looks like you could use a bath” you said to him softly, and he didn’t waste a second before peeling off his clothes and getting no into the bath with you.

“So when’s my turn?” You said to him, smiling innocently. He kissed you gently on your mouth, moving then to your neck,

“Whenever you please darling, your every wish is my command.”

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Here’s your second fic! Feel free to give me suggestions/feedback :))

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Zhentarim Tease

You sneak around the beginnings of the Zhentarim hideout, eager to find the wardrobe the man upstairs spoke of. Although, there’s always time and space in your pack for more things to sell and fill your hungry belly with at the end of the day, so you’re not in a rush. Things are so piled up along the walls of the small space, that it makes it… challenging to all move around at once.

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You lean yourself towards a particularly interesting box, brushing past Astarion, who is wedged between you and a cabinet. You let yourself smirk as you feel the tension fog around the two of you, your breaths mingling. You can feel his eyes on your face, and even though you don’t let yourself fully look at him, you can tell his eyes are dark with lust. The sexual tension between the two of you is usually pretty high, but in this small dusty room, it’s pushed to a near breaking point. You take your sweet time rustling through the box, even though you could tell within seconds that there were only a couple things worthy of grabbing inside. You pick the last piece of food out of its hiding place, and oh so clumsily let your hand brush past Astarion’s crotch as you move to put the food in your pack. You hear the faintest gasp, followed by a growl that would be nearly imperceivable if you weren’t pressed so closely to him. As you lift yourself away from the box, you allow yourself the quickest glance to see his expression, and when your eyes meet his for the split second, your stomach drops to between your legs. 

Thoroughly pleased with yourself, you move on to the next set of boxes along the opposite wall. Your new victim, Gale, leans in front of a set of shelves in which you spy a few potions. You try to hide your smile as you approach and before he can offer to move out of your way, stand on your tiptoes and lean forward into him to grab the healing potion right behind his head. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, and even though it wasn’t a part of your vicious tease of a plan, you find yourself needing to rest a hand on his chest so you don’t tip over. Keeping yourself calm and collected, you tilt your chin up ever so slightly as you lean back on your heels, flicking your eyes to Gales mouth as you retreat. You feel his heart beat harder and his breath catch as you hold your hand on his chest, and it’s almost too difficult to pull away. Alas, this game was about you having fun and letting the boys sweat for once. 

You feel both of their heated stares on your back as you pick up your last pieces of loot from the room, humming a tune quietly to yourself. You silently wonder if you’ll have to choose between them when you get back to camp, or if they could be persuaded to share…

You hear a “chk” as you near the wardrobe, jolting you out of your scheming and into reality. The sound could be from non other than an annoyed Lae’zel with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Are you finished smelling up the room with their moisture, or do I need to break this wardrobe down so I can escape?” Your eyes are wide as you listen to her question, she never was one to beat around the bush.

 Heat rising to your cheeks, you rustle in your bag for the key. You sheepishly hold it out to her, muttering your apology. Just after, hearing two familiar low chuckles behind you. Another evened score, you thought. Maybe you’ll need even closer more private quarters to really get them riled up. 

Something like…. a tent perhaps?