#ascended astarion x m! reader

[actuallyevilgay]

Hear me out, one of Tav’s parents went missing when he was very young. Later he finds out that the reason why his parent went missing was because Astarion lured them to Cazador.

I hope you read my about, Anon. This might go a little different than you expected. My first request :o I’m excited.

Oneshot: Daddy Issues

Astarion x male reader Content Warnings: Discussion of child abuse and child neglect. Mature language. Talk of Adultery. Notes: Tav gets a little unhinged from the doorframe. Tav is not a heroic person. Might not be lore friendly?

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The venture into Cazador’s palace was anything but easy, the smell of neglect radiated over the place. It made you wonder if the vampire lord even cared for keeping up appearances, but knowing how some vampires made their rule.. They probably cared more about causing fear than looking as good as they say in romance novels… There was nothing romantic about this place. The allure could’ve been a fantasy for the many victims Astarion was forced to lure into this damned place.

You wouldn’t lie, if this place was given a massive makeover.. It might actually make a nice home. Yet, it was better to keep that banter for after the upcoming battle. Astarion’s unease made your neck hairs stand on edge. You protectively placed yourself in front of Astarion whenever the party turned another corner. His undead lungs consistently caught a large breath at every stop. Like he was about to walk into another nightmare.

Certainly he would, and so would you. The dungeon’s elevator let in an air of absolute disgust. Not just the smell.. The sight of all the victims in cages.

After Sebastian lunged for Astarion in rage, you pulled him back. ‘’This is not your fault.’’ A part of you wanted to judge the poor noble for being stupid, on the other hand.. You didn’t have it in you to mentally process what this could mean. Being another one of Astarion’s victims? No.. No. Don’t you dare even think about it. This guy is already dead, walking into the trap was his own fault. You on the other hand, were here to help Astarion kill Cazador. He may have tried to seduce you under false pretences, but you fell for each other despite all that. You wanted to give him the world. You were not his victim.

‘’They’re all here.’’ He muttered. ‘’Gods. They’re all here.’’

You looked at him with a reassuring glance. ‘’Don’t think about it. Think about yourself.’’ The conflict in Astarion’s eyes remained briefly, pushing at the sides of his mind. He shook his head. ‘’..You’re right. There’s no use in lingering in the past.. Not now.’’

Confident, the party began to cross the room, ignoring the sights of all the vampire spawn in the cages. ‘’Maybe we should.. Free them?’’ Gale uttered, doubtful. ‘’And unleash a horde of ravenous vampire spawn?’’ Shadowheart spit back at the wizard. ‘’They look like they’ve never even fed!’’

Astarion shuddered, wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. He had to face this.

To your regret, as he turned to you once more for guidance, a familiar voice called out.

‘’Tav..? Son- Is that you?’’

You felt bile rise up in your stomach. You haven’t heard this voice since you were at least ten years old. ‘’My, so this is where you’ve been, after all this?’’ You started to laugh in amusement, making everyone around you raise their brows in confusion.

Astarion looked to you, then to the man speaking to you.. He blinked, unsure if this was one of his victims. You made eye contact with the vampire, your expression unreadable.

‘’Don’t worry, I’m not judging you.’’ You noted, before turning back to the man who had abandoned you. ‘’You.. On the other hand.’’

‘’Wait- Does that mean Astarion slept with your-’’ Shadowheart cut herself off as you glared at her. You did not want to envision that at all. Gross. 

‘’Oh I remember that night..’’ Your father’s voice sounded as drunk and hazy as when he left. Maybe that was simply his natural state of being, but you did not care.

‘’..Do you have anything to say that isn’t an attempt to insult me?’’ Your response sounded as bitter as you felt. ‘’Poor dear old dad, seduced by one of his many conquests into damnation. Absolutely perfect. Congratulations.’’

Astarion eyed you, remembering how little you spoke of your past. Maybe.. To distract him, you might as well indulge your loved one. ‘’This man, this man.. Is why my mother left. It’s why I grew up eating moldy bread in the streets.’’ You shook your arms. ‘’This is.. Amazing. I can’t believe he’s here. No- I can. This is actually a good thing.’’ You felt the spiteful laughter tugging your throat. You wanted to laugh until you couldn’t breathe.

‘’Darling..’’ Astarion looked at you with some concern in his voice, unsure what to say. 

‘’Damned little son of a bitch! Let me out of here!’’ Your father tried to reach for you through the bars, you looked at him with cold dead eyes. With one swift turn, you avoided his claws and grabbed him by the throat, smashing him against the prison bars. He coughed up whatever bit of congealed blood was left in his lungs. ‘’Ugh-’’

‘’Can you imagine? This pitiful man.’’ You sighed as you released him, he dropped to the floor. You turned to Astarion again, eyes softening.

‘’For as long as I can remember, this man abused me and my mother. He would leave her with very little, refusing to let her even get a job to provide for me.. Because all he did was drink, and drink, go out and sleep with strangers.’’ You sighed, looking back to the pathetic thing in the cage.

‘’I suppose he was handsome enough for your master to drink dry, maybe he just wanted to get drunk on his intoxicated blood.’’ You went quiet for a moment.

‘’One day, when he didn’t come back- My mother decided it was the perfect time to abandon me.’’ The spite and hatred in your eyes came flowing back. ‘’I had nothing but anger to survive on.’’

‘’You whoreson-’’ Your father once more spoke up, but you spit at him. ‘’SHUT UP!’’

‘’I should’ve beaten you more.’’

You decided to let him have his say, and thus the insults of decades came back around. You remembered them all, each little thing he knew would rile you up and cause you to run and hide. You wanted to slap the teeth out of his mouth, but patiently waited until he was finished.

‘’Have you nothing to say for yourself boy?’’ Your father held onto the prison bars again. ‘’Be a good little shit and do something right in your life for once. Let me out.’’

You stared at him, expression unreadable. Astarion grabbed your hand, he now too shared your rage. ‘’I don’t remember him, actually.. Pity.’’ He said, clicking his teeth.

‘’What? You don’t remember how you led me into this hell? You little-’’ He tried to lunge forward again, making pathetic attempts to claw his way out. ‘’You said all these little- recited lines! Sounded so dreamy. Corny. I was very into it. The sex wasn’t that great though.’’

He turned back to you, noticing you interlocking your fingers with Astarion. Your lover’s face contorted with disgust at your father. ‘’Don’t tell me- you’re into this man? Are you sleeping with him?’’ the deadbeat stopped and laughed at you. ‘’Oh.. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, boy. You’re just like me. Admit it.’’

For a moment, the childlike doubt overtook you again. Everything he said was designed to hurt you, to treat you like a punching bag. He would sometimes feign care for you, only to earn your trust and use it against you like a weapon. You were just a little kid.. This man, this man was a real monster.

‘’I don’t think so, Tav is nothing like you.’’ Astarion thought about it. ‘’If anything, it makes no sense for him to be related to you. Are you sure your wife didn’t sleep around? Hmm?’’ Astarion’s words clearly hit a nerve, because your father once more tried to claw his way out, screaming obscenities.

You didn’t care for either your parents, the idea of your mother sleeping with another man to conceive you wasn’t that far fetched. After all, as far as you were concerned.. You had no parents. You had to raise yourself.

‘’Don’t talk to me like that, you… You..  Manwhore!’’ Your father remarked, he started to look defeated, falling to the ground.

Both you and Astarion shared the same expression at the sight. Amusement. A little piece of justice had come from all this misery.

‘’There’s one little thing.. Just the thing. How do I put this?’’ Astarion thought for a moment. ‘’I think you slept with Petras, not me.’’ He then looked back at you, worried.  ‘’I may have been horrible enough to seduce people for… Cazador. But I never went for the already drunk ones.’’ That confession seemed to hit both Gale and Shadowheart as well. It was genuine.

From all the different kinds of people held captive in this place.. The stories of drunk people falling victim to some of the worst crimes imaginable was one all too familiar.

When he mentioned Petras, you recalled running into him at the flophouse. He recited some of Astarion’s lines in the corniest way possible in an attempt to seduce you. ‘’My dad slept with that guy?’’ You nearly choked. Then your laughter became a storm.

‘’I can’t-’’ You wheezed. ‘’THAT’S-’’ You coughed. ‘’I can’t breathe!’’ You nearly fell to the floor. Then it turned from joyful, into sadistic laughter.

You could see your father peer his reddened eyes at Astarion, narrowing them, making sure he was right.. Then he slowly realised. ‘’You’re.. An elf.’’ 

You laughed again sadistically, and Astarion joined you. 

Gale and Shadowheart awkwardly shifted around. ‘’It’s always like this with those two, huh?’’ Shadowheart mumbled. ‘’You know, I would laugh too if that was my father.’’ Gale shrugged. ‘’Let them, if anything.. The reprieve from the misery in this place is a good thing.’’ Neither the Wizard or the Cleric were as eager to run into a battle with a vampire lord. They were doing this for the sake of their friends. ‘’Well, my mother figure was terrible.’’ Shadowheart eventually added, accepting that this might as well be a good thing. ‘’I should’ve laughed at her downfall, perhaps it would have made things better..’’

You took one more look at your father in the cage as you came down from your high. Taking a deep breath, you examined his face clearly.

‘’Yes, gloat some more. Or are you actually pitying me now?’’ Your father remarked, his eyes begged for freedom. Surely you wouldn’t damn 7000 souls just because of him now, would you?

‘’No, I am simply burning this perfect picture of you into my mind.’’ You replied, causing the dread to sink into his form. ‘’No- No! Don’t let him do this! Please!’’ He turned to your allies, then to Astarion, putting on a different persona in an attempt to persuade him. ‘’I tried okay? He’s lying! I was drunk yes- But I’m not-’’

‘’Shhhh. Hush now, I think he likes it when you look so pathetic.’’ Astarion stared at him with a faked expression of empathy. ‘’Are you ready, my dear?’’ He turned back to you, seeing your smirk slowly fade. ‘’Oh, I’ve had my revenge. Are you ready to get yours?’’ You asked him back, he simply nodded.

Today was only just going to get better.

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Bard Tav Singing Astarion to Sleep

Prankster Astarion who is Happy to Make Everyone Briefly Uncomfrotable

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Lady Ancunin

[moonselune]

I have had a thought.

I was playing bg3, making a sorcerer tav and I saw one of the options was draconic bloodline and it gives your scales on your face.

I thought it was really cool and I was wondering if maybe you could write something about how companions (mainly astarion and halsin) would react to tav having scales. Like imagine when they first met tav covered their face and then boom! Handsome man with dragon scales.

What do you think about it? TOODLES

Draconic sorceror is literally one of my favourite classes and I love to think what the companions would think of the scales (they would all love them)

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Astarion:

When you first met Astarion, you were prepared for the usual reactions: curious stares, uneasy glances, or the rare, but always tiresome, gasp of surprise. After all, dragon scales covering your face were not something most people encountered in their daily lives. The faint, iridescent sheen that danced across your scales in the light often drew attention, and not always the good kind.

But Astarion’s reaction was different. When his eyes first landed on you, there was no trace of fear or discomfort—only fascination. His gaze lingered on your face, his lips curving into a sly smile as he approached you with that effortless grace of his.

“My, my,” he had murmured, his voice low and smooth as silk. “Aren’t you a sight to behold? I’ve seen many things in my time, but nothing quite like you.”

You remember the way he had reached out, as if asking for permission to touch, his fingers hovering just above your skin. When you had nodded, slightly surprised but intrigued, he had traced the contours of your scales with a delicate touch, as though they were made of the finest glass.

“Beautiful,” Astarion had whispered, almost to himself. His eyes had been filled with something akin to awe, and you had felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with your draconic blood. “Absolutely captivating.”

As your relationship deepened -and you became able to trust his honeyed words once more, you found that Astarion’s fascination with your scales only grew. He loved to explore them with his hands, his lips, and his words. On quiet nights, after the day’s battles and struggles were behind you, he would often lie beside you, his eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that made your heart race.

One such evening, you were lying together in your tent, the firelight casting flickering shadows across the walls. The camp was quiet, the others having settled in for the night, leaving you and Astarion in the comforting cocoon of each other’s company.

Astarion’s head rested on your chest, his fingers lazily tracing the lines of your scales. His touch was light, almost reverent, as if he were committing every inch of you to memory. He lifted his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours, a small, affectionate smile playing on his lips.

“Have I told you how much I adore these?” he asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper as his fingers continued their journey across your face.

“Once or twice,” you replied with a smile, your own voice tinged with amusement. But the truth was, hearing him say it never got old. There was something deeply comforting in the way Astarion admired this part of you that others had often feared or found unsettling.

Astarion chuckled, the sound low and warm, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the edge of your jaw where the scales began. His lips were soft, cool against the warmth of your skin, and he took his time, moving slowly along the line of your scales, kissing each one with care.

You closed your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you, a deep sense of peace settling in your chest. His kisses traveled up your cheek, his breath warm against your skin as he continued his slow exploration.

“You are truly magnificent,” he murmured against your temple, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Every time I look at you, I find something new to fall in love with.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you reached up to gently run your fingers through his silver hair, the strands slipping like silk between your fingers.

“I’m glad you think so,” you replied, your voice full of emotion. “Because I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Astarion pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, his eyes shining with a mixture of affection and something deeper, something almost possessive.

“You won’t have to,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I’m not going anywhere, my dearest dragon.”

He leaned in to kiss you fully on the lips, his mouth warm and insistent against yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate, a silent promise that echoed the words he had just spoken. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the tent.

“Now, let’s see if I can find any more scales to admire,” Astarion teased, his playful grin returning as his fingers resumed their exploration, trailing down your neck and across your shoulders. You laughed softly, the sound filled with both amusement and contentment.

“Take your time,” you whispered, your voice laced with affection. “I’m not going anywhere either.”

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Halsin:

When you first met Halsin, you could feel his gaze on you the moment you walked into the camp. As a draconic sorcerer, you were no stranger to stares—people often found your dragon scales captivating or intimidating. The scales that adorned your face were a visible mark of your draconic heritage, shimmering with an iridescent hue that caught the light in ways that made them almost seem alive. But Halsin’s gaze wasn’t one of fear or unease. No, his eyes were filled with something deeper, something that made your breath catch in your throat.

Halsin was a man of nature, someone who revered the natural world in all its forms. When he looked at you, it was as though he was seeing a rare and beautiful creature, something that had been crafted by the hands of the gods themselves. His brown eyes, warm and earthy, followed you with a mixture of admiration and a hint of something more—a longing that he tried to suppress, not wanting to come on too strong.

It wasn’t long before the two of you grew closer, your connection deepening with each passing day. Halsin’s reverence for nature extended to his reverence for you, and as your relationship became more established, he no longer held back his admiration for your unique features.

One evening, you were sitting together by the campfire, the warmth of the flames casting a soft glow across the camp. Halsin sat beside you, his large frame a comforting presence. He reached out, his hand hovering near your face, and you could see the hesitance in his eyes, as if he was still unsure whether you were comfortable with such an intimate gesture.

“May I?” he asked, his voice low and full of respect.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “Of course, Halsin.”

His hand, large and calloused from years of working with the earth, gently cupped the side of your face. His thumb brushed against the scales that covered your cheek, and a shiver ran down your spine at the tenderness of his touch. Halsin’s eyes were locked onto yours, his expression one of pure adoration.

“Your scales,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe, “are truly magnificent. I’ve seen many wonders in nature, but none as captivating as you.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, your heart swelling with affection for the druid who had come to mean so much to you. Halsin’s hand moved slowly, his fingers tracing the contours of your scales as though he were mapping every detail, committing it to memory. There was something almost worshipful in the way he touched you, as if he believed you to be the finest creature nature had ever produced.

“Do you know,” Halsin continued, his voice barely more than a whisper, “that every time I look at you, I am reminded of the power and beauty of the natural world? Your scales are a testament to that—a blend of strength and grace, as all things in nature should be.”

You couldn’t help the flush that rose to your cheeks, though you knew it would be barely noticeable against your scales. Halsin’s words had a way of cutting through any insecurities you might have had, filling you with a sense of pride in who you were and what you represented.

“I’ve always thought of my scales as a reminder of where I come from,” you admitted, your voice soft as you gazed into Halsin’s eyes. “But you make me feel like they’re something more, something to be proud of.”

Halsin smiled then, a warm and gentle expression that made your heart skip a beat. “They are a gift, as are you,” he said, his thumb stroking your cheek once more. “A gift from the dragons to the world, and I am honored to be in your presence.”

He leaned in then, his lips brushing against your scales in a series of soft, reverent kisses. Each one sent a thrill through you, a reminder of the deep connection you shared with this man who saw you not just as a sorcerer, but as something truly extraordinary.

As he continued to kiss along the line of your scales, you closed your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you. Halsin’s touch was grounding, his presence a balm to your soul. He treated you with a respect that went beyond mere affection—it was as though he truly believed you to be the embodiment of nature’s finest work.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes met yours, and you could see the depth of his feelings reflected in them.

“You are a wonder,” he said softly, his hand still resting on your cheek. “And I will never tire of telling you so.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch, your heart full to bursting with the love and admiration you felt for this man who had so completely captivated you in return. “And I will never tire of hearing it,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth.

Halsin’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things he couldn’t put into words. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the night.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice full of a quiet plea. “Always.”

“Always,” you echoed, your voice full of promise. And as you sat there together, the fire crackling softly beside you, you knew that there was nowhere else you would rather be.

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Aww some wholesome stuff with Astarion and Halsin, love it. Hope you guys enjoyed it too! - Seluney xox

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[pursuitseternal]

“Seek Me:” naughty Hide and Seek for you and your Vampire Lord in “The Rogue You Were”

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3.4 K of predator/prey, hide and seek double smut

Summary: To fight the impending ennui of politics, you play a game, just a simple hunt, a sort of dark and perverted hide and seek. Winner claims the spoils, and the spoils are always… delicious.

CW: predator/prey dynamics, perverted hide and seek, slight exhibitionism (twice), rough sex, possessive sex, double cream pie, (surprise) carriage sex

Ao3 link | Astarion fic Masterlist

Chapter 11… Seek Me

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Shadows stretch across the palace halls, bending and misshaping anything familiar. That creeping memory of sneaking in here years ago to stop the Rite that made you and your love what you are still niggles in your thoughts and nightmares sometimes.

Times like this, you wonder why Astarion insisted on living in such a place of past torment. Even though the decor was brighter and the crimsons more vibrant, it didn’t matter in the dark.

All looked the same cloaked in shadows and covered in night.

Your undead heart pounds, it's slow and hard as your breasts rise and fall rapidly with your breaths. Why… why did you agree to let him go first? Some little game to break the ennui. A simple game of hide and seek. But you should have known, hiding and seeking was more than that in an ancient ancestral, vampiric palace.

And it was always more than that with Astarion, your love, your sire, your husband.

You keep your eyes open for his glowing red gaze… your ears train the ground for his near silent step… he’s far more practiced at all being a vampire entails. He can hold his breath, slow his heart, move like death incarnate.

Your only advantage is that you know the palace better. All these days spent overseeing renovations as he attended council meetings and travels, you had more than a few tricks up your sleeve. As long as he didn’t catch you first.

Darting onto the balcony, you keep to the shadows and hug the wall. If you can just make it inside the hall, you’re sure he won’t find you for quite some time.

After all, it’s just a little game to play while your guests are still departing, admiring your new palace. It’s only a matter of time now before you both need to leave for some grand soirée, another of many evenings wrapped up in tedium and the boring banter of politics and power. This game is to spice up the evening ahead. And instead, it just makes your heart race.

Winner or loser, you know you’re just going to end up split on his cock, gasping and pleasured wherever you are. Wherever it is he finds you.

You just hope it’s not within earshot of these nobles…these poor, pathetic souls who wander to look at your splendorous home. You hear their voices from down below, lightening your step to go unnoticed. Muffled noises grow closer. Hands shaking, you know that hidden door is here… behind this panel, your hands skim over the ornate wallpaper, searching with fumbling touch for the switch. Noises grow louder, and suddenly you’re aware of the milling crowd on the other side of the railing. They can just catch you from the corners of their judgemental eyes, their ears just within reach enough to hear you if you were to make enough noise…

You wonder if they can also hear those footsteps approaching. Astarion. Hunting you down, seeking you in your fun and twisted game.

Trembling, ragged breaths come from your mouth as you finally hear the click of the hidden switch, the panel shifting in the wall to reveal total and utter darkness. You smile, relieved….

Until two glowing crimson eyes open to look down on you from within. Quicker than breath, he’s turned you around, dagger to your throat and arms pinning you against his chest as he laughs so quietly in your ear. “Shhhh, not a sound… my treasure.” He grinds his prominent erection on the curve of your ass through your thin silken gown. “Not if you want those Patriars and Council members to hear how much of a slut you are for your lover…”

You swallow the sound that longs to break from your throat. His hand, the one that isn’t skating the blade of his dagger tantalizingly over your neck, skates up your thigh, rucking up your skirts to reveal your bare legs and curves. Just the way he likes you.

“You want that, want to show off how much I crave you, don’t you…?” you hiss the question, pulling at his arm enough to free you, but he only retaliates with a smile on his lips.

Clutching you all the harder, he spins you both into the wall to press you into that elegant wallpaper. That dagger blade is stowed away, replaced by his hand at your neck. His laugh is laced with pure devilry—he lives for this. That hand returns to hiking up your skirt until you feel nothing but the fine, supple leather of his trousers grinding against your ass. “You question if I’d like the powerful men of this city to know that its Hero against the Netherbrain whimpers for me almost every hour of the day?” You feel his hands quickly, dexterously unlace those leathers. That thick, hot head of his cock teases against your ass, slipping beneath your thighs as he spreads you wider with his knee. “You wonder if I’m proud that my beloved longs for me always, and I for her?”

You stifle your groan against the rich and ribbed texture of the wallpaper. That cock head teasing into your entrance just enough to make you shake, to make you press against the wall harder to lift your hips more for him. A low growl shakes against your sensitive ear as he approves, that cock teasing inside you just a little bit more. “Tell me, my treasure, how hard did you try to hide from me? That couldn’t have really been your best…” he taunts you, both with that hot and blunted head in your folds and his words in your ear. “Once I’m finished claiming my victory this round, you’ll just have to try again you know…”

Shivering, you nod, your cheek rubbing that expensive paper, its lush colors too bright to have your face shoved against it. “Oh no, I was barely trying, my love,” you lie just to taunt him all the same. “I just wanted you to claim your victory, worried you’d take too long for how badly I need you.”

“Such pleasing words from my lust-driven consort,” he chuckles, quiet enough for your ear alone. “Such a slut, just for me, is that it?” he rasps as he shoves himself deep into you at last, fangs sinking into your neck all at once. “What kind of lover would I be to deny you that?”

He sucks harder at your neck, hips pistoning against your rear deliberately and smoothly. You physically bite your tongue and cheek to keep from moaning, the hard won prize of this game going to both of you, that desire flooding your bond. Thighs shaking, you know you won’t last much longer, not with the thrill of being just out of eyesight from the dozen or so guests that still mill around. “I look forward to you trying to beat me again,” he growls in your ear, words staggered and stuttered with his thrusts. “But we better finish this round before anyone suspects the Vampire Lord and his Consort of being so madly in love they can’t keep their hands or sexes off each other, hmm?”

A small whine escapes your self-imposed gag on your lips, and it makes him laugh low and dangerously in his throat. “What a good little consort,” he nips at your ear. “Just can’t help yourself. So clever to get caught…” he groans. With that thickening inside you, that gravel in his voice, you know he’s growing close.

The thought alone makes you come undone, back arching, your fangs breaking your own lip’s flesh. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to keep yourself from mewling and screaming as you burst in heat. And all the while, he’s groaning and rasping in your right ear. Shivers run down your back as he grunts harder in that sensitive spot against your neck. Erratic, hard thrusts jab deep inside you, his cock twitching as it pulses and fills you.

“That scent will make it harder for you to hide this time, you know my treasure,” he emphasizes with a deep breath right against your neck. “Your blood, my cum, your arousal… You’re such a mess, marked so well. There’s nowhere inside this palace I won’t be able to track you down, you know…”

You smirk, spinning in his arms to rest your back against the wall. “We’ll see about that…” you tease, breathless and overconfident. He just smirks, that edge of arousal and intrigue darkening the deep crimson of his narrowing eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll do your best, my darling little vampling,” he kisses your lips longingly, a little playful nip at the end, the mingling of iron on your tongues from your blood. He breaks away, eyes wide, frightening as he wraps his hand around your throat, your skin still slick from blood. “We have half an hour before we must depart for the evening, my pet. You had better not delay us, you know.”

“You wish me to let you win in that time so we remain… punctual?” you tease.

“I’m just stating the obvious,” he shakes his head very slowly as he smirks wide enough to bare his fangs, “I won’t be pleased if I have to leave without you just because you decided to be clever.”

“I… am… clever,” you taunt, tapping him on his nose with each insolent word.

Astarion pulls his hand away from your throat, eyes glinting, breath still. “Then I’ll let you get a head start, my clever girl…” he leans his fanged face into yours, “so you had better run.”

You stumble away, thighs slick as he watches you break out into the evening on the balcony again. He just laughs, your scent too strong in his nose. Voices from below call up to him, those guests wishing to impart a few more good wishes to their host before their departure for the next gathering. Astarion shoves his cock back in his trousers, perfecting his appearance before leering down at the nobles form over that thick railing. Those mortals so literally far beneath him. “A fair evening to you,” he calls with a flourish. “My lady and I will see you at the festivities anon. A few matters of home to wrap up before the evening, I’m afraid.”

He sniffs the air, the stink of these guests cloud his senses. Striding down the stairs, he tries to pick up your scent, but there are just too many bodies, too much stale wine and general stink. Once the door is shut to the palace, once he is truly alone, he tears through room after room, searching and sniffing. His mind tugs against yours. “Where are you… darling….?” he growls down your bond, but you know better than to answer. “Trying so hard to be clever, is that it?”

He sneers to himself as he sweeps silently through bedchambers and ballrooms and galleries. He presses against the walls at cracks and hidden doors to scent you within the tunnels. The clock starts to chime, and Astarion hisses in frustration. He hears the carriage rumbling outside the main doors.

“On the gods, darling,” he hisses outloud and down their bond. “If you don’t come out right now, I will be sorely disappointed.” He huffs, grabbing his gloves and cane perched neatly in the foyer. He pauses for a moment, tilting his pointed ear to listen to his palace, scanning his domain for her. “You think you’ve won?” he snips, irritated and irked as he starts out the door towards the waiting coach. It’s black paint trimmed with gold shines in the torchlight as night falls. “I assure, my darling, if you don’t come this moment to the coach for the evening’s gathering…”

He lets the threat hang in the air. Not even a tremor of a laugh from her end of their bond. Teeth grinding, he launches from the door into the gathering dark of night. He opens the carriage door with a shout for the driver to make haste. Before the door has even shut behind him, his team of raven black mares is off through the Upper City.

Astarion flops down on the elegantly cushioned seat of his coach. His cane in his hands nearly breaks in the strength of his angered grip. “How dare she…” he hisses into the dark as the carriage bumps and sways over the streets. That little window lets the wind whistle in. Usually he enjoys the breeze on his face, but now, tonight, it annoys the hells out of it. He slams it shut

Suddenly, without that breeze, a scent reaches his nose. Blood… arousal…

“Oh… my love…” your voice tickles his mind.

The couch sways around a corner, something shuffling near his feet. A hand shoots up to grab the hem of his jacket, yanking him towards the floor.

“Darling…” he purrs down at you as your eyes lock into his, your fangs must be glinting in the dim light in the carriage.

“I win,” you gloat, your body pinned beneath him on the floor of your carriage. His legs are already spreading yours, hands already roughly pulling your skirts up to your waist, yet you feel like the victor. The prey finally catches the predator in her neat little trap.

“Clever little consort, setting her snare so neatly for me to wind up between your legs…” he rasps, his body bumping and swaying against you in time with the movements of your coach. But then he begins to add a few more deliberate thrusts of his clothed and hardened cock against your already used and soaking folds. “What is the prize you wish to claim, my treasure?”

“You know my favorite prize,” you purr, catching the edge of his pointed ear in your mouth for a suck, one that deafens him for the moment from the rumble of your coach. A moan slips out from his lips far louder than would be dignified.

His ear slips from your mouth as he turns his head, a snarl in Astarion’s throat as he catches your chin. “Then it is everything you shall receive…” he growls, “when I decide to finally give it to you…” he teases you darkly, those hips grinding against your folds mercilessly. He’s heavy on your core, the bumping and jostling of the carriage stealing your breath as he sometimes times his thrusts with the unpredictable up-down. It only makes him laugh harder and capture your lips in his when he squashes you so completely.

“Maybe if you had just played the game properly, you wouldn’t be feeling so trapped like the little prey you are for me, my little treat…” he nips into your neck, just a small bite. Enough to draw blood by the mouthful for him to feast on.

“I did play, and I won,” you chuckle low in your throat, reaching between our hips to blatantly touch myself. “Maybe it’s time you paid respects to the victor this round?” You tease him, acerbic and haughty as he hears your fingers toying through your own slick.

Astarion gives that low and wicked laugh, relishing your defiant spirit. “I don’t think you want anything respectful done with you…. Do you my treasure?” He can’t stiffle a groan as he teases his own cock head through your sopping seam. Over the rattling of your wooden coach cobblestones, you hear the wet sounds of him playing inside you. It sends shivers down your spine and makes you bite your lips enough to draw your own blood to paint your lips scarlet.

You groan, the carriage lurches around a corner making you both roll to the side. A wicked laugh in your throat, you take full advantage of the surprise. Momentum swings you around, until you are the one on top, in a second, a little rise of your hips, and you sink his cock deep inside you.

Astarion bares his fangs and hisses at the sudden warmth and wet that sucks him in, his head now bouncing on the floor. You ride him mercilessly. “Such a good prize you are…” you tease him, gripping his chin to make him look at you. “Nothing like having the Vampire Ascendant at my mercy for once,” you flaunt your victory.

“You think yourself so clever and….” he starts, but you press a finger against his mouth before sticking two of them inside his mouth as you shush him.

“Hush,” you smirk, glowing in your moment of power. You swirl your fingers around his mouth, grazing over his wet and sucking tongue, pricking your skin on his razor-fangs. “Just let your clever Consort have this victory once,” you smile, pouting down at him a bit as you pull your fingers from his salivating lips.

“Very well, my darling,” he growls, “but at least you could let your loving Ascendant lord sit up so his head isn’t addled by the roads.”

You snicker, “Of course. We wouldn’t want to have your mind any more befuddled by my glorious win.” Your smirk is feral and arrogant. You ease off of him, watching with a knowing and careful eye as he slides himself up to rest against the door of the carriage.

He tosses his head, your bodies still joined perfectly, the coach still rocking with that extra, insatiable friction that moves your sexes on their own. He smirks as you ride over a massive bump, one that fairly throws you into the air to slide down his cock with more force than you can give. You gasp as it makes you land squarely on him, cock head slamming your cervix.

The grin on his face grows delightfully sadistic as it twists those sharp features. You see his ears twitching as he listens closely to the rumbles of the coach, smirk winding higher as he lifts you up in time with the coach to slam you back down as it falls….

You grit your teeth and scream through them with a smile as he fills you, sharp and suddenly. “Get riding, my clever treasure,” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss, “or these roads and I will do it for you.”

You give him a glare, more amorous than angry, your mouth slack as you buck your hips with abandon. You bite your lip as you move, the vibrations of the coach send you barreling towards your bliss so quickly. Hard and fast, your hands grip into the stitching of his jacket, his breath hot at the base of your neck. His gaze burns your skin, watching the way your breasts jiggle and move right before his eyes as you are thrown around, at the mercy of the coach’s movements.

He groans, the pressure so great inside you both, you feel it searing between you and crashing down your mental bond. With one breath, you clench around him, his hands grip into your waist to keep you steady as he tries to snap his hips. It bursts inside you, the pressure and pleasure erupting through your core as you reach your peaks as one. He places a breathless kiss on the soft skin of your bosom. “I do so love when you win too, my perfect prey and equal hunter…” he pants against your flesh. “I’ll gladly let you claim your victory from me…” his left brow arches rakishly and teasing, “but only when you’ve earned it, my darling…”

“Hmmm,” you hum, irritated and yet shivering in pleasure. “Just admit, I’m just as good…”

Suddenly the carriage rumbles to a stop, and you lock eyes with Astarion. Voices approach from behind the door, and your two sets of crimson eyes flare wide a moment before the door pulls open behind him.

He grunts as he spills backward, unceremoniously dangling out the door. His head hangs over the edge of the coach, his fanged smile wide and grinning as he stares into the crow upside down, while your hands grabbing furiously at your skirts to hide your sexes still throbbing and intertwined. He laughs that low and rumbling giggle, quite the sight as other guests pause to stare at the Vampire Ascendant indulging within his own private coach. “Well,” he chortles, sitting up to give a bit of privacy as you slide off his lap, “there isn’t any use hiding our love any longer…” Astarion nips at your neck playfully as he refastesns his trousers. “If they sought a glimpse into the loving depravities of the Ascendant and his consort, they certainly found it.”

You giggle, the rush of being so on display racing through your nerves. Carefully you follow him out of the coach, both of you straightening your clothes as if nothing happened. “And you wanted to play your games thinking tonight would be boring,” you rasp into his ear.

He stops in the middle of the grave path and pulls you hard into him, his kiss all lips and fangs and tongue down your throat. Hiding nothing of your passion from the spectators. “Nothing is boring when I’m with you.”

[littlejuicebox]

Naughty or Nice?

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x F!Reader/Tav Summary/Setting: The first winter post-BG3 / You became Astarion's consort and you're at a ball... he likes to toy with you. Rating/Warnings: M+ / Smut / Spoilers for the game / Cursing / Improper use of mage hand / BSDM vibes / Dom Astarion vibes / teasing, masturbation, overstimulation, exhibitionism, mentions of flogging, etc. Word Count: 3K Notes: This is 3/5 "Days of Star-mas!"

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Yet another holiday ball, how dreadfully boring.

You sigh as you tug on your dress for the millionth time before a sharp pinch on your rear stuns you into stillness. You let out a soft hum as you feel the warm breath of your lover against your ear, tickling your neck before he playfully nips at your ear lobe.

“Now be a good girl and quit fidgeting, my treasure. I want everyone to see how beautiful and desirable you look in that dress, and your hands keep getting in the way of such a delectable view.” Astarion chides, running his fingers down your bare spine, leaving a tingle of excitement in their absence.

You’re sat, as always, on the Vampire Ascendent’s lap; it’s quickly become a well-known peculiarity of your coupling that your ornate throne beside him hardly sees any use. You wriggle as the elf continues to wander his pale fingers up and down your spinal column. Apart from your neck, your back was Astarion’s favorite part of your body to display. Almost every gown he dressed you in nowadays, as his perfect, beautiful little doll, left that sinewy form around your spine well-exposed.

Tonight, he’d dressed you in another one of his custom, ridiculously expensive and more ridiculously provocative pieces, commissioned by one of Baldur’s Gate’s most revered clothiers.

The gown was a deep burgundy, hand draped to your curves and covered in countless glimmering crystals. A deep sweetheart neckline was barely held up by two dainty, useless straps. The back of the gown left your muscled form on full display; the final bits of your lower spine were partially obscured by a crossed set of laces, tied neatly in a bow and not leaving anything to the imagination as the skirt of the dress clung to your hips.

The Vampire Ascendent had called you the “perfect present” for his Midwinter Ball, and you were expected to play the part of his perfect consort as he presented you to several of the Guilds this party hosted.

Astarion’s hand grazes up your leg, fully exposed to him by the thigh high slit cut into the gown. You writhe as your lover teases you, letting out the softest gasp as his hand just barely brushes under the slit of your gown before traveling back down toward your knee.

“My perfect little present,” He murmurs as the music from the band swells, “Take a turnabout the room for me, little love. Let everyone feast their eyes on your beauty and covet what is mine.”

You knew the Vampire Ascendent always aimed to use you as a status symbol at these silly parties. You were quite the spectacle as the renowned hero of Baldur’s Gate turned into his obedient, and always provocatively dressed, consort. It was such a stark change from the heavily armored warrior woman you had been less than a year ago. The statue in the town square, made to your likeness, truly looked nothing like you anymore. You had been a fearsome, rugged, warrior… always caked in dirt and blood; but now, you were a perfect doll, always pristine and well-kept.

You groan, not really wanting to partake in the charade tonight, but Astarion gives you a little tut, and the sharp warning look on his face was enough to force you out into the crowd. The Vampire Lord may have a soft spot for his consort, but he was not above punishing her, if need be.

You slink off your lover’s lap and saunter about the Great Hall, gold chalice in hand, politely nodding here and there to several of the guild members that meet your gaze. More of them, you notice, are too distracted by the high cut of your gown and the spilling of your cleavage to actually meet your eyes. Typical.

Soon enough your pathway is interrupted by the leader of one of the Mercantile Guilds, a tall blonde human woman with an accent, whose name you’ve all but forgotten. You truly had no interest in the elbow rubbing and political chess matches that occurred at these soirées.

“Lady Ancunin… I was hoping for a moment to speak with you.”

The woman begins to ramble on, promoting her Guild, which currently holds control over majority of the sea trade to and from Baldur’s Gate. She is expressing concern over a smaller, but growing, faction and asking for support from the Ancunin House. You find the entire thing unbelievably boring, and barely stifle a yawn.

Suddenly, you hear Astarion’s voice in your ear, and your attention shoots to the high table where the vampire is lounging in his throne, sipping from a chalice, his scarlet eyes locked on you. It’s clear the lady merchant is none the wiser as she babbles on, and you soon realize the Vampire Lord is communicating to you through your blood bond.

“Now, now, little love. Pay attention and look interested. You know as well as I do that Lady Beauchamp prefers to use you as the middle person in our dealings, hoping your supposed “mutual alignment” as the "fairer sex" works in her favor. Perhaps you require a bit more… stimulation to keep you from looking so terribly bored.”

His voice reverberates through your mind, enveloping your psyche in a lover’s caress that quickly causes you to become slick with desire. You watch Astarion subtly snap his fingers at the high table, and shudder as you feel the cold tracings of a finger along your spine — an invisible mage hand, no doubt. Your eyes widen and flicker from Lady Beauchamp and back to your lover, where he is smirking in twisted delight before he turns away from you to laugh at some comment made by another one of the nobles.

The tall guild leader continues, “So, as you can see, Lady Ancunin… this faction is cause for— are you alright?”

You’re trembling as you attempt to hold some level of control over your reactions. How could he toy with you like this? The invisible mage hand has now trailed underneath your gown and started petting your barren slit with two cold, invisible fingers. Damn Astarion for never allowing you to wear undergarments and compelling you to take them off every time you tried to preserve a modicum of your own dignity.

You cough, trying to cover up the gasp that so desperately wanted to escape your throat. “Y-yes Lady Beauchamp, my apologies, it’s a bit cold in here what with the winter air. Please do continue… w-what is it you’re asking of our House?”

Lady Beauchamp’s eyes flicker over your scant, silken gown and you catch a glimpse of judgement in her eyes; you know she thinks you improperly clothed for the season. But she’s wise enough to hold back any comments and instead continues on with her end of the conversation, pleading her case for aid to you.

You are held as a hostage to your own arousal, thighs trembling as you are held on an edge your lover will not allow you jump off of. You wring your hands on the stem of your goblet, nodding at the merchant woman and trying your hardest to feign interest.

Gods you were dripping. You absently wonder if the signs of your arousal were becoming visible through your gown. Your eyes flit back to Astarion, and his gaze is fixed on you once again, a cocky eyebrow raised as he traces the rim of his goblet with one slender finger. You’re silently pleading with the Vampire Ascendent for mercy with your wide eyes and all he does is chuckle and shake his head, eyes crinkling in dark delight.

No. There would be no mercy. You feel the slickness dripping down your thighs as the mage hand plunges into you and you roll your eyes up to the ceiling as you stifle a moan.

“So… what do you think?” Lady Beauchamp asks, her head tilted in confusion. You realized too late that she’d been waiting for your answer, and that the pause in conversation had become uncomfortable enough for her to prompt you.

You nod your head slightly, barely able to breathe as you form the next sentence. The mage hand was back to stroking between your folds, and as you barely catch the scent of your own arousal, you worry that Lady Beauchamp would soon smell you, too. “I-it is much to consider, but I will plead your case to Lord Ancunin. Now I apologize but if you’ll excuse me, my husband has beckoned for me at the high table.”

Astarion has, of course, done no such thing. But you swiftly exit the conversation with the Guild leader and head back towards the Vampire Ascendent.

When you finally make your way back to your lover, he grabs your trembling hand in his own solid, strong one. He possessively tugs you closer to him, and then the Vampire Lord plants a kiss to your knuckle. He smirks mischievously, eyebrow cocking as he flits his hungry eyes to your groin. The mage hand is still continuing its ministrations and has now started to lazily circle your sensitive little nub.

“I can smell you, my treasure… and see your little trembles as you try so hard to be a good girl and keep it together. Absolutely delicious. What a tempting little treat… look at you, with your cheeks all flushed.” He coos, scarlet eyes moving up to look into yours. When you meet his gaze, you see hints of dark, possessive desire in his eyes... and a bit of sadistic pleasure as he witnesses your suffering.

You moan as the mage hand plunges into you once more, and even though the high table is now barren as everyone else has swarmed to the dance floor, you feel the pricked heat of embarrassment spreading across your face.

Astarion chuckles and drops your hand before running his fingers up your exposed thigh. “I think you’ve been a good little pet tonight. And you will soon get your reward. Go to the bedchambers and wait for me... I’ll send the mage hand with you to keep you company, of course.”

All you can do is nod your head, before turning on your heels and swiftly exiting the ballroom. You nearly sprint to your bedchambers, certain now that the evidence of your arousal is seeping onto the gown. As you enter the bedroom, you move to rip your gown off, but the mage hand swats your hands away from the laces. It seemed the Vampire Lord wanted to be the one to unwrap his little present tonight.

For a moment you consider touching yourself, but as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you hear Astarion’s tut of disapproval within your psyche.

“Now, now, little vampling. Be a good girl and wait. Before I’m forced to have the mage hand bring out the flog."

You whine in desperation again and hear that dark chuckle within your mind. The mage hand is continuing its ministrations, now aggressively teasing your nipples as you settle yourself on the bed to wait for your lover. Your entire body is wracked with overwhelming desire, every inch of you trembling as the invisible hand continues its torture.

“How long will I have to wait?” You breathlessly ask to the air, but you know that Astarion is always listening. There is a beat of silence where you think perhaps the Vampire Lord is purposely ignoring you, but then he responds, clearly entertained by your little predicament.

“Oh… not much longer, my treasure. Patience is a virtue. I’ll see you at the end of the party.”

The party wasn’t set to end for another hour. You nearly scream in anguish as another dark chuckle caresses your mind. Pinpricks of frustrated tears begin to form as you wiggle with the mixture of anticipation and overstimulation. Gods you wanted to touch yourself so badly; you were wringing your hands together to avoid the temptation.

“Little love… it is up to you if you’re going to be naughty or nice. But you know what I will be forced to do, should you choose to be naughty.”

You whine again. An hour… you could withstand the torture for an hour, couldn’t you? Surely you could choose to be nice.

And hells, if you chose to be naughty… the pain was always worth the pleasure, in the end.

[pacentia]

Hi! Are you still in the mood for smut fics? If you possible can write, I would love to read Astarion oral receiving

Title: Restrictions

Tags: mdni, nsfw, F domme/m sub, bondage, aftercare, cuddles, L-bombs, gentle femdom, blowjobs, teasing, vaginal sex

Pairing: established relationship female!reader x nonascended!Astarion

Note: thank you for the request ❤️ i did my own take and felt like writing a submissive non-ascended Astarion. didn't proofread too much. Requests are open!

He's beautiful underneath you, lost in pleasure. Tousled curls, bare fangs, flush ears, cock deep inside you while his hands are carefully tied to the bedpost in soft, burgundy silk. He could break free anytime he wanted, but he entrusted you with power over him - and you were honored that he allowed you power over his body and soul.

Astarion was exceptionally vocal, needy moans as he was on the verge of tears. Your warm, tight cunt was overstimulating him - you hadn't given him permission to come just yet. Muscles and sinews were visibly flexing underneath the skin of his stomach and his strong arms. Your hands were pressed on his broad, pale chest, your cunt slowly sinking up and down on him.

"D-Darling, I - c-can't - hold on much longer…" He whined in desperation, beads of sweat pooling at his brow. You giggled at his pleas, and tightened your cunt around him - making him gasp and moan out your name.

"Does that feel nice, my sweet vampling?" You purred, and he nodded desperately. That term of endearment always made him feel so fuzzy inside. Happy tears pooled on his pale cheeks, which you gently wiped away. Your lips softly pressed against his pointy ear, teasing him with sweet nuzzles, licks and kisses. Goosebumps formed all over his pale skin, his big cock pulsing inside of you.

"Ooh-h… Fuck - darling! It… tickles…" Beautiful chuckles escaped his throat. Your lips curled into a smile and for one last time, you dragged your tight cunt over him - until his length slid out of you against his taut stomach. Your body relaxed beside him and your hands exploring and roaming his flush chest.

His vermillion eyes screamed frustration, as if the heavens had just disappeared. Astarion whined, begged for your heat again, "Please, my love…" The vampire pouted, nuzzling into your neck.

"Patience, my sweet." You sing-songed while your hand only slid more southwards, until you encircled his wet, stiff cock in your palm. Astarion groaned deeply, his hips bucking into your grasp - his fingers gripping the red silk for dear life.

Your tongue invaded his eager mouth as you went to work on his flush member. Pre oozed from his tip, your thumb swirling it over his sensitive head. The vampire was putty in your hold, moaning into your mouth as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. All of his smart talk disappeared, his brain just mush from pleasure.

But again, you stopped your sweet torture and watched him closely.

"Darling," Astarion shivered, "Please…" Big red eyes begging for more, for release. He pushed his forehead against yours, whining into your skin. Seeing your vampiric man in agony from pleasure was soaking you - but it was all about his sweet torture tonight.

"Do you want to cum, Astarion?" You whispered against his lips.

"Please, God's, I beg of you darling." He hissed, completely lost in pleasure. You kissed him once more, until you repositioned yourself and straddled his muscled thighs. You shifted on all fours, your palms gripping his cock again, and guided him inside your mouth.

Astarion hissed from pleasure, baring his sharp fangs involuntarily. He wanted to break free, guide your head on his cock - but no, he was going to be your good little vampling and earn his orgasm. And your care afterwards… It made him feel so safe, loved, treasured.

You started bobbing your head up and down his large member - the last few inches you needed to deepthroat. Astarion growled and whined, toes curled from your skills, cursing under his breath how wonderful you were at this. You chuckled on him, and dragged your tongue against the underside of his shaft as you sucked him. The bulging veins in his member were pulsing against your expert tongue, salty pre oozing at the back of your throat.

"Mistress, can I p-please cum - I can't h-hold on- please-" Astarion looked down at you with wet eyes, about to explode in your mouth. He couldn't hold back any longer.

Mistress. So, he truly enjoyed giving away power. This was the first time he had called you Mistress.

You let go of him with a loud pop, lips connected to his tip while you jerked him off swiftly. "Yes, Astarion. Cum for me. Cum for me, sweetling."

He didn't need to hear that twice, and with a loud cry he erupted against the back of your throat, his powerful orgasm spreading through his strong core, losing himself in pleasure. Never before had it felt so good, being a good boy for you had definitely paid off in the end.

You swallowed his thick essence down, giving him one last suck to clean off the mess. He gasped from overstimulation, begging you to stop your ministrations. So you did, and placed your body right beside his, gently untying his hands from the silk.

Coming down from this newfound pleasure made him feel vulnerable, and he wasn't sure on how to behave or react. He'd been a slave for so long - he had been restricted in truly torturous ways. But the way you had treated him with such care and pleasure, made him feel an explosion of emotions.

His vermillion eyes screamed for an embrace, for care. You reached for the soft duvet, carefully covered his exposed body, and took your vampire in your arms. His face was buried in your neck, your pulse and the smell of you grounding him. Your digits gently stroked through his silver curls, pressing a dear kiss to his hair.

"Are you alright, my sweet?" You whispered softly, looking down at him - wanting nothing more for him to feel safe and loved.

Astarion only nodded against your neck, his arms clung around your body, never wanting to let you go. Your vampire closed his eyes, so thankful that after 200 years of pure shit, he was allowed to experience such deep devotion and pure love.

[citruswriter]

Once Upon a Time, On a Cold and Rainy Night

Astarion x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Angst, fluff, comfort, ascended Astarion, major abuse, abusive husband, afab reader, feminine terms, they/them pronouns, feeding, oral (f receiving), begging, slight degradation, praising (m receiving bc he's a good boy), pet names.

Extended Blurb

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"What?!" Astarion's voice shrieked, echoing off the castle walls. You stood in front of him, hands balled up into fists and you glared up at him. "You heard me! We're through!" You yelled back before spinning around to grab a bag packed with essentials. "After everything we've been through? After everything I've given you?!" He shouted back, tone giving away just how hurt he was despite his rage. "You've changed! You're not the man I fell in love with!" You screamed back, twirling around to be practically nose to nose with him. You stared up at him defiantly. "After you ascended, you changed. I see so much of Cazador in you now and it scares me. So yes. I'm leaving. The man I loved died in that room with Cazador. You haven't given me shit". You spat, tears beginning to streak down your face. You hated this. Astarion straighten to his full height as he himself struggled to keep his tears in. He wanted to break down, fall to his knees and hold you tight, promising to change. Please. I'm sorry, you're right. Give me a chance to change. Please I'm still so new to this, don't leave me now. Was all he wanted to say, but his pride wouldn't allow him to. He turned his back to you to hide his face as tears slowly began to stream down his face. "Very well," he growled out at last. "But this is very much your loss". And with that, you were gone.

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Life was well for awhile. You struggled for a bit, working multiple jobs to stay afloat. One day you met a man, he was handsome with kind eyes. You two instantly got along and he'd go out of his way to see you at one of your jobs or another. He'd make you laugh, surprise you with flowers, and bring you jewelry. He was gentle and looked at you with such adoration. He reminded you of your Astarion before he ascended. In this man, you found normalcy once again. It wasn't long til you two started seeing each other outside of work. Years passed and eventually the two of you married, having a small wedding with close family, and for you old companions. Minus Astarion, of course.

"(Y/N) can I speak to you?" Gale asked as he pulled you away at your wedding. "What's up?" You asked, beaming with joy but your smile fell as you saw Gale's solemn expression. "I don't know how else to say this but I have a bad feeling about your husband. I know your happy but I just have this... nagging feeling." He said, eyes downcast. You furrowed your brows in worry. You grabbed his hands in your own and smiled softly. "Gale he's a good man". You murmured and Gale squeezed your hands. "I hope your right. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid. You know you're like family to me". He gently said back.

But as you ran through the cold and dark night, rain pelting down on you, you couldn't help but think back. You couldn't believe it. Gale was right. You and your husband had about two years of a beautiful and loving marriage, but it all fell apart one night. He came home drunk and demanded dinner, you joked and asked him to say please, but was met with a fist to your face. Ever since that night, your husband abused you nightly but was loving and doting during the day. Tonight he came home and wanted you to put out. He'd never pushed for such before, which you were grateful for, but it seemed as if he had decided to take his abuse further. Absolutely not. You grabbed your cloak and ran into the cold dark, causing your husband to run after you in a rage. You were soaked to the bone as you ran, twisting and turning down random roads. Wait. You thought all of a sudden. I know this road... I'm on the path to Astarion's castle... It had been seven years since you had seen your old lover. Memories of him rushed back, causing your chest to become tight with heartache. There was a huge possibility that he would turn you away and you'd be dragged back to your hell. But it was a risk you were willing to take.

You sprinted forward, running down the familiar path to his place. It wasn't long before you saw the magnificent building you once called home. Looking around, you heard your husband in the distance. Panicking you ran up the stairs, banging on the doors with both fists, chest heaving with fear.

Inside, Astarion was in his study reading a book. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the sudden banging. Grumbling he stood up and walked over to the front door. Who would even be out in this kind of weather? Imagine his surprise when he opened the door and was hit with his scent. "(Y/N)?" He questioned, too shocked to really be able to process what was going on. "A-Astarion. P-Please you need to help me." You stuttered, shivering as the wind caused the cold to sink into your flesh. "Oh really? And why should I, hm? After all these years, why should I he-" he was cut off by another voice in the distance.

"I swear to god (Y/N)! When I catch you, you fucking ungrateful bitch, I'm going to beat your whore face until your unrecognizable! You stupid cunt!" The rage in your husband's voice caused you to start trembling in fear, sobbing at the closeness of his voice. He was so close... Astarion looked down at your trembling figure and sighed, grabbing your arm as he pulled you in. A yelp left your mouth as you were drug into the warm and cozy building. You stood there, trembling still, as your body readjusted to the new temperature. "You're lucky I still have a soft spot for you, (Y/N). Even after you shattered my poor little heart. I could have left you out there but-" you didn't hear him as you began to dissociate, the realization of what you had just done began to sink in. You ran away. From your husband. And of all people you ran to, you ran to your ex. A blood thirsty vampire with a hunger for power. "So (Y/N)," Astarion saying your name snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality, "What do you want?" You would need to show him... He'd need to see...

Shaking, you sighed and undid the string of your cloak. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for what you were about to do. Slipping the cloak off and letting it fall to the floor, you looked up at the man you once called your world. Astarion wasn't sure what he was expecting, but as you saw a look of utter horror form on his face, you could tell it wasn't this. Bruises littered your body, fresh and old. One on your collarbone, several on your arms, and hand shaped ones around your wrists. "There's... there's more... elsewhere". You squeaked out, dropping your gaze. Suddenly he rushed forward, gently placing a hand on the small of your back to rush you to the bathroom. He sat you down and began to draw a warm bath for you. He took his time making sure the bath was the right temperature and placing items in the bathroom for you to use. Ointment, lotion, and a silk bathrobe. To be more precise, your old silk bathrobe. The one that had been his favorite to see on you. The corner of your mouth twitched, how cute. "Take a bath. Clean up. Stay in there as long as you need. When you get out, we can pick back up talking. Is that ok, darling?" He asked softly. You looked up at him and his heart almost broke.

You were utterly soaked, hair wet and messy, cheeks still tear stained, eyes empty, body still trembling slightly. He had never seen you look so broken. So... fragile. Fluttering your eyelids softly, you nodded. "Ok", you said softly, voice cracking. His gaze softened. Fuck. What exactly had you gone through in the past seven years? He bent down and went to touch your face but you flinched away in fear, face scrunching up and breathing picking back up as you expected to be hit. In that moment, you reminding him so much of his spawn days. It hurt him so much. Gently, he cradled your jaw, causing your breathing to slow back down. You sighed and leaned into his familiar gentle touch. "Ok darling?" He asked, as if asking for confirmation for his original question. He was making it known that you didn't have to if you weren't comfortable. He wouldn't be surprised. You opened your eyes again and looked at him, eyes not as empty as they were seconds ago. "Mhm. Yes. I'd love to, Astarion". You murmured. He smiled softly at hearing you say his name once more after so many lonely years.

Astarion waited patiently for you as you bathed. His ears twitched as he heard you step out and begin to dry off. When you stepped out, tying the robe tight around your waist, Astarion patted the bed, silently instructing you to sit in front of him. "Come. Let me do your hair". He said gently. You obediently did as you were told, climbing up onto the bed and turning so your back faced him. Crossing your legs you resting your hands in your lap, humming softly as he began to tend to your hair. "What happened?" He began softly and you sighed. "I thought he was a good man..." You started softly. Biting your lip you placed a hand on your chest, taking deep breaths to ground yourself. "When I left, I was alone for awhile. I worked many jobs. Well, one day he just... popped up. He was so nice back then... So wonderful and kind. We started to hang out after work and it wasn't long before I realized that I had fallen in love with him. Months later, he proposed. It was good for awhile. He was still gentle even after the marriage. But I guess he felt like he had trapped me within love because one night he just... stopped. He came home one night and beat me. Our marriage wasn't the same after that. It just got worse and worse. Tonight, I left. I ran. Before long, I realized I was close to your place so... I ran to you. I didn't know if you'd help me. But I was willing to take the risk..." You trailed off.

Astarion stopped his actions, thinking on his words before answering. "You ran to me? But... you said I wasn't the man you once loved... You said he had died". You bit your lip, staring off into the distance. "True... but even you wouldn't have sunken that low. He did all the things to me that you would never dare do". You said, voice cracking. Astarion hummed in response. "You know," you said with a soft, bitter laugh, "I used to tell him about the things Cazador did to you." You said. Astarion winced, old memories briefly flaring up. "Nothing too detailed. But I guess I gave him enough details to inspire him..." You said, voice shaking as you untied the sash of your robe. Your chest felt tight as you pushed it off your shoulders, revealing scarred writing on your back. Astarion almost cried out in horror as he saw the carvings on your back. His hands trembled as he brushed his fingertips against the words. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered, voice cracking. You shrugged your shoulders before pulling the robe back up. "Not that big of a deal. It's been there for the past four years". You said casually

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as he continued to finish his task of doing your hair. "There. All done, my treasure." He said softly before he could stop himself. He stiffened as he noticed you raise your head, eyes slightly widened at his words. Turning your head, you stared up and into his eyes. His eyes were always so gorgeous... They were still the same shade of ruby red. They never failed to capture you and draw you in. "Astarion?" You said, voice soft and filled with adoration. He swore he felt his dead heart skip a beat. You began to lift a hand, reaching for his face, his eyes flickered to your hand before going back to gaze into your beautiful eyes. He held his breath as he saw the uncertainty and want swirling in your gaze. Please. Please touch me. He thought. He bit back a whine of desperation when you dropped your hand back down. No, no, no. Don't shut down on me. He thought as you went to turn your head away.

Before he could stop himself, he grabbed your face and kissed you. Despite your previous hesitation, you instantly responded to his desperate hunger. Tears began to streak down your cheeks as your emotions became too much to bear. "I'm so sorry, Astarion. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for leaving." You said between kisses. "Shhhhh. Shhhh. It's ok, little love. Forget about the past," he breathed back. You slipped your hands to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling gently. A growl left Astarion as he suddenly grabbed you and maneuvered you to be sitting on his lap, legs straddling him. He clutched you close, nails digging into your flesh causing you to whine softly. "Astarion..." You moaned out his name and he pulled back. You attempted to chase him, leaning forward but he gripped your jaw and chuckled. "Look at you," he purred, "barely back for half a day and you're already moaning out my name again." You whine in embarrassment and bury your face in his chest, causing him to chuckle again.

Dropping his head, he drug his fangs against your neck, causing you to shudder and grip onto him. "Say your mine," he growled out. "Say you'll never leave me again." Your breath hitched you felt his nails dig into your bare thighs, heat rising in your core. "I'm yours Astarion. I'll never leave again. Nobody else has my heart," you cooed into his ear, causing it to twitch. Without warning, he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. You squealed, back hitting the soft bed you shared with him years before. You immediately propped yourself up, looking wide eyed at Astarion. "Good girl." He said, tone possessive. Your breath picked up as he crawled over to you. This man was a predator, and he planned to eat you whole.

Hands skimming up your body, he scratched all your pleasure spots. He noticed how you squirmed and sighed against his touch, how your body practically sang for him. "Seems like even after all these years," he untied the robe and gently spread it open, hand skimming over your abdomen and breasts, "I still know your body like the back of my hand, darling". You hummed and rubbed your thighs together, an action he immediately noticed. Not like he needed to, he could smell your arousal. It doused his senses like sweet honey. Unable to help himself, he dove between your legs, tongue immediately on your hot core. You yelped at the sudden contact but made no move to pull away. In fact you gripped the blankets and carefully slid your legs over his shoulders, giving him permission to wrap his arms around them and grip them. You moaned and arched as he hit all the good spots like he used to do. You swore, it was as if the two of you hadn't even spent a night apart. The map to your body seemingly still freshly carved into his mind, it both scared and excited you. It wasn't long before Astarion grew bored of eating you out and instead decided to move to different territory. Kissing up your body, you shuddered whenever his fangs would accidentally brushed up against your skin. You pulled him up and kissed him before tugging at his clothes. You wanted skin to skin contact. He laughed softly at your desperation but obliged, shedding his clothes off before pressing his body back against yours, causing you to shiver in delight.

"Please," he begged as he bowed his head back at your neck. "Please, my love". You looked down into those puppy dog eyes of his. It had been so long. He just wanted a taste. He just wanted you. Your essence. You. Biting your lip, you nodded and moved your head to give him access. A hand came up to cradle the opposite side of your face before he sank his fangs in, greedily feeding upon you. You whined at the pain but leaned your head back and let him take his feast regardless. He skimmed his hands up your thighs, making you lift your hips in content slightly without thinking. You winced as Astarion seemed to dig his fangs in deeper, oh how he had missed the divine taste of your blood. He grabbed the plush of your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, jerking you towards him and grinding his erection against you. You cried out in unexpected pleasure. The mixture of the pain at your neck and the pleasure at your core intoxicated you, driving you absolutely feral. "A-Astarion! Astarion ple- fuck. Please." You began sputtering. The vampire lord pulled back, looking at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Oh how he loved it when you begged. "I haven't fucked you in years and the moment my dick touches you, you're already a sputtering and begging mess. My, my. You haven't changed at all. Still hungry for my cock. Did you ever beg for your husband's cock?" He teased, tone taunting. Say I'm better. He was silently saying. Sheepishly you shook your head no. "Ah ah. You know better, pet. Speak." You whined and he gripped your jaw, "I said speak, pet".

"N-No. No Astarion. I never begged for my husband's cock." You finally stutter out, embarrassment written across your face. The vampire smirked, rubbing his length across your core to gather your slick, making you squirm. "Did he ever please you, my love? Did he ever make you feel stuffed full like I did?" He questioned. "He did please me. But not like you did." You breathed out, biting your lip as Astarion teased you with the tip. "Oh so you're saying I'm better?" He asked, ego obviously inflated. You laughed softly. "Absolutely, my dear. So much better. So, so much better. Fuck. Nobody could fuck me like you do, Astarion. Shit. Astarion, please!" You begged, practically crying. Astarion couldn't help but proudly bask in your praise for a moment before swiftly stuffing you full. You cried out in relieved pleasure. Astarion had intended to tease you, stay hilted in you until it drove you crazy. But the way clenched onto him for the first time in forever made him feral. He wasted no time setting a brutal pace, drawing out a string of noises from pretty lips. Pulling you close, he smashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, bruising your already flushed lips. Clawing at his back you left angry red lines on his pale flesh. "Oh you wanna play that game?" He quipped. Without warning he clawed at your flesh. He drug his nails across your back, ribs, stomach, hips, and thighs. You wailed in pleasurable pain, leaving Astarion to grin down at you sadistically.

Wanting to get back at him, you pulled him back down to your level, kissing him so tenderly and gently before looking up at his adoringly at him, "I love you so much, pretty boy". Astarion moaned and his hips stuttered their brutal strokes. "Fuck, darling. You can't just pull that on me. Fuck I love you too," he whined out, burying his now flushed face into your neck. You laughed out but it was cut short with a sharp thrust up into that oh so lovely spot within your plush walls, causing you to scream out instead and grip onto him. He moaned into your ear as he felt you clench onto him tightly. "Fuck you're so tight, darling". He groaned before continuing to abuse your g-spot. You cried out as he continued to turn you into his cock drunk whore, babbling about how good he felt and how well he was fucking you. It wasn't long before he felt his orgasm coming onto the rise. Moans getting louder, he dropped a hand to rub at your pearl. You jerked and wailed out, becoming overstimulated as he continued to abuse your pussy however he saw fit. Arching as a knot formed in your stomach you babbled out, trying to warn him but you were so far gone that all that came out was a few stuttered letters. "Shhh shhh. I know. Cum with me, pretty please," he breathed out, practically making you melt at his little pretty please. You nodded, chest heaving as you did your best to breath, beaded sweat falling over your silky flesh.

Astarion's movements began to get sloppy the closer his orgasm came. Panting he wrapped an under your back to bring your warm body closer to his. "Now," was all he whispered in your ear and suddenly your orgasm crashed over you. You momentarily stopped breathing as it ran it's course through your body and blinded you. A string of curses left his mouth as he plunged as deep as he could, tip kissing your cervix as he spewed his seed into you, moaning as he felt your walls flutter around his dick. Taking a moment to breathe, he stared down at your figure and in that moment you looked utterly divine to him. "You are just... so beautiful". He said, practically swooning before pulling out and crashing beside you. You smiled and rolled over onto your side. "I've missed you," you cooed, making him turn to look at you with his sappy puppy dog eyes. "I've missed you too. I'm so happy you're back, darling. I love you so much," he said, drawing you close to him. You tilted your head up, nuzzling into his neck as you allowed him to hold you in a possessive grip. "You're mine. All mine. And I'll make sure nobody ever hurts you again." In the back of your mind, a little voice screamed at you. Telling you that you needed to run. Astarion was still a walking red flag, it didn't matter how tenderly he treated you or how much he loved you. You need to run. RUN! But as you laid there in his embrace, you ignored the screaming of the tiny voice, instead choosing to snuggle in closer and fall asleep. You'd never leave again. So what if he did some (not so) mildly evil things? He did genuinely love you. He was always a sweetheart to you, even if others had no chance at receiving mercy from him. You'd never leave him again. Because the last time you did, it was very much your loss.

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✨Bonus✨

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Your ex-husband screamed at you, spit flying from his mouth as you packed your belongings, Astarion and Gale close by so he wouldn't try anything. "I told you he was bad news," Gale said with a grown, to me full of distain. You laughed and looked at him with a playfully annoyed grin, "Guess I should've listened to the magic man, huh?" You giggled, causing your ex-husband to stutter before continuing his screaming fit. "Dear you're giving me a migraine," you spat, whipping around to stare at the man behind you. "Well maybe if you- wait. What the fuck is that on your neck?!" He screamed, glaring at the deep fang marks on your neck. "Did you let that fucking bastard turn you into a goddamn spawn?!" He screeched, causing Gale to rub his temples. You growled and glared back, "As a matter of fact, I did! Not that it's any of your fucking business!" You yelled back. "Why you little fucking bi-" "Keep talking, I fucking dare you," Astarion cut off the man. He glared at the vampire lord but his masked fear was still very obvious to him. "I'm finished. Boys, can you help me?" You asked, both men barging past your ex to help you pick up your things. Gale used his magic to carry the two chests stuffed with clothes while Astarion effortlessly picked up some boxes filled with dishes you absolutely insisted on bringing. Picking up a bag you pushed your way past your ex-husband who was still having a screaming tantrum. As soon as his house was out of view, you let out a shaky breath. "Fuck that was terrifying," You squeaked out. "Well you're safe now. Even if it is with a murderous ascended vampire," Gale said, tossing a teasing grin Astarion's way. He scrunched up his face in annoyance but you could both tell that he wasn't actually mad. As the two of you set your things down and bid farewell to Gale, Astarion turned to you with a mischievous grin. "My spawn, huh?" He taunted and you rolled your eyes. "Oh shut the fuck up," you instantly replied. The vampire pulled you into his arms, his hands resting contently on your hips. "Embarrassed, my pretty consort?" He teased, causing you to groan and lightly smack his chest. "I think Mrs. Ancunin would be a lovely nickname," he purred, but despite his teasing demeanor, you could tell he meant it. "I think you'd look ravishing in white". He murmured as he leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Well you do have quite the sense of fashion," you muttered back, smoothing out his collar. "I think 'Astarion's Wife' has a nice ring to it..." You breathed, his eyes snapping up to yours. With a mischievous grin he picked you up and whisked you away. "Then I guess you better start wedding planning, because tonight I plan to make your little lie, a truth".

Awah! My latest masterpiece! When I tell you this took almost two whole days to write this, omfg. Poured my heart and soul into this thing. Please like it. 🥹

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Die For You (Chapter 4)

summary: its the night of the ball and you take this opportunity to learn more about what the vampire ascendant has been up to while you were apart. it looks like he hasn't only made allies…

rating: M

word count: 3.8k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, implied fighter/noble!tav)

cw: reader!tav has social anxiety, usage of knives, threat of and attempted r*pe (disclaimer that astarion is not the aggressor)

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Don't say yes if you can't say no

Victim of the system, say it isn't so

Squatted on the doorstep, swallowed all the blow

Leaving without you, can't say no

The night of the ball finally came. As far as you know, tonight’s ball is hosted by a highly influential duke who Astarion intends to ally with. Your dress, specifically commissioned by Lord Ancunín himself for the occasion, is a gorgeous royal blue long gown with an open back, which highlights your toned muscles, with golden patterns of a flying dragon embroidered under the chest area, and vines of daffodil flowers grappling from the bottom of the helm up to the waist. The sleeves are made from lace matching the colour of the dress, with a pattern of hyacinths complimenting them. Along with the dress, you wear a tight laced collar necklace adorned by a nuummite stone. You notice the similarities with the previous dress Astarion had made for you; the colours and patterns were a contrast to what you remembered of Cazador’s red and black.

You slip into the dress easily and the same spawn that had prepared your bath before, now prepares your hair for the night. You sense that she was the one dispatched as your personal assistant, since she had been the one who had been taking care of you since you moved into the room. It felt odd having her being so close to you and not even knowing her name. You knew she must’ve been a human before her transformation, but aside from the obvious, you knew nothing of her. You take advantage of the time it takes for her to prepare you for the night to learn more about her story.

“I realise now that I never asked, but what’s your name?”

You feel her hands pause their work in your hair. “My name is Amedee.” She continues to brush your hair.

“That’s a beautiful name.” You pause for a moment, anxious to carry on. “I… wanted to thank you for taking care of me, since I’ve arrived.”

“It’s really no trouble,” you hear the smile in her voice.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you become a spawn?”

It’s unsettling how you’re unable to look at her reflection from the mirror you were facing, and you have to guess her expression based on her tone alone.

“I came to Lord Ancunín myself. I was sick, and the doctors said my condition was incurable. I had heard about the new vampire lord who had helped in saving the city and... I know it probably sounds foolish, but I didn’t want to die so young, so I took a chance and… here I am.”

“So then… It’s a known fact that he’s a vampire?”

“Not exactly. My family are Gur monster hunters, so they knew all about his identity, and that’s how I knew. It’s also why after turning I decided to stay as one of his servants. I never shared my family’s beliefs and they would never accept me back with my new condition.” She sees your wandering eyes in your reflections and lays her hands on your shoulders. “I'm here on my own terms, my Lady, I assure you.” Your eyes tentatively look back in the mirror only to be met with your own reflection. She continues as she braids your hair, “I could probably leave if I wanted to, but I have no reason to. The Master treats us well; he offers us protection, a roof over our heads, and, well, blood. As far as I'm concerned, this is my new home. My new family.”

The few moments of silence between the two of you are filled by the crackling of the fireplace. “And why do you refer to me as ‘Lady’? It’s a title I abandoned a while ago…” The brief memory of your upbringing brings out a bittersweet feeling; you never thought you would bear this title again after running away from your family.

“Oh, it was Lord Ancunín who requested that we refer to you as such.”

Of course he did, you think. “I give you the permission to call me by my name. It would make more sense to me that you do, given that we’ll be very close since you’re assigned to my personal care.”

“I– I appreciate the attention, but if it’s alright with you I would rather stick to your title.” Her voice shakes. “It’s just all so soon, I’m not sure I would be comfortable. I’m sorry.”

You sigh, “I understand.”

Just as she finishes talking, she completes your hairdo; she settles on a simple, yet elegant, braided bun. Two strands of your dark hair are let down to frame your face, along with a set of earrings matching the crystal on your neck. Then, the final touch; a black lace mask, with extravagant dragon wings completely covering your eyes and nose, and partially your cheeks.

“And voilà! All ready for the ball, my Lady.”

You finally turn to see her smile at you and you almost feel foolish for asking her this last question, “Do you ever regret it? Turning, I mean.”

Her smile softens, “If given the chance, I would do it again.”

You return her smile as you thank her for her service and the open-hearted discussion, and head out where you join Astarion who was waiting for you at the carriage. You see the traits on his face light up, his eyes completely lost in your sight.

“My treasure, you look ravishing.”

You avoid his eyes and try to conceal the shy smile creeping up on your lips. Although the reason for this outfit was less than ideal, you did love how it made you feel. It truly was made for you, with your preferences in mind and highlighting your best features, but still matching Astarion's esthetic, along with his own suit for the night.

When you arrive at your destination, a servant opens the door to your carriage, and Astarion steps out first to hold out his hand for you to walk out. You second guess the gesture, but indulge him, as anything less than loving attention from both of you could risk arising questions from the other guests, and the last thing you wanted was to draw out any unwanted attention. As you walk through the entrance of the palace, you are announced as Lord and Lady Ancunín. The title makes you give a side look to your partner.

“What?” He retorts. “Are you not my assigned company for the night? Plus,” he tilts your chin upwards. “It’s a title that suits you beautifully.”

“Only for tonight, I don’t intend on sticking around much longer.” You say, as close as a whisper as you can, while carefully pushing his hand aside.

He sighs exasperatedly, “And it’s a shame, truly, so we should enjoy ourselves while we can, don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes, but you’re willing to let it go, if only for tonight.

When you step inside the palace, many emotions overcome you as you are taken back to a time before the tadpole and the Absolute, and you freeze in place briefly, but long enough for Astarion to notice. He pulls you in closer to murmur down your ear.

“Stay with me love, I would hate to lose you when I’ve only just gotten you back.”

You shake your head, taking a deep breath in an attempt to ground you back to the present, “I’m– I’m fine. I just need to walk a bit.” You adjust your mask, making sure it’s properly covering your face.

“Well then, I have some people I need to talk to, so I’ll let you enjoy the festivities, but don’t stray too far,” he raises your hand to his lips to kiss it. “Until then, darling.” He gives you one last sly smile before vanishing into the crowd.

You’re walking around the ballroom, keeping to yourself as you eavesdrop on the inconspicuous members of this high society when you hear a familiar name being mentioned: Ancunín. You let your curiosity get the best of you; what did these people have to say about your vampiric companion? You listen in and to your surprise, it was… positive? He had apparently been helpful in rebuilding the city and using his already strong influence to have other Lords and Dukes from the surrounding lands fund the repairs. Perhaps, he wasn’t all bad like you originally thought. Maybe, just maybe, he had changed for the better after all, and all the gifts he gave you were simply his way to catch up for the months you spent apart. It left you wondering: Was he right, all these months ago? Was it a mistake to leave him? Was this goodness always a part of him and you just refused to see it? No… That couldn’t be right… Could it?

Not that further away, you hear another group of men talking about him, but this time the conversation is bitter. They seemed to hate how easily he had made his way to the top; how what took them years to achieve only took him months, and you can briefly catch a few sentences through the sound of the crowd. “All because he saved the city once. I bet I could do it too if I had the opportunity. He just got lucky.”

You huff, absolutely appalled by their words that affected you just as much since you had been part of the effort to take down the Absolute. I'd like to see you try. As they turn around, you realise your voice came out louder than you expected.

“What was that?” One of them asks, looking at you.

You try to hide your distress, “Oh! Nothing, I was just talking to myself,” you chuckle nervously.

“No, no, please, we would love to hear your input on our private discussion.”

You huff, “You’re in the middle of a ballroom, how private could it be?”

Your words slip out before you can think of the repercussions, but it's too late by now: the man who previously spoke up moves in on you, followed by a second one. Their companion doesn’t intervene, seemingly unfazed by your intrusion, but it doesn’t stop the two other men to close in on you. Fear starts to build up in your chest; you were good with your fists, not with words, and this was not something you could solve with a few punches.

Just when you thought you were done for, the music changes and people move aside to leave a space in the middle of the ballroom, where couples gather to dance. This distraction stops them in their tracks as the mass of people moving now blocks their path to reach you. You take this chance to sneak out of the thorny situation you got yourself in and slip in the back of the crowd, where you believe you can hide from the men you had angered, when you feel the warm breath of a whisper in the back of your neck.

“Missed me, my sweet?”

“Gods!” You jump at his sudden appearance. “Do you have to sneak up on me every time you wanna talk?” You try to whisper to avoid any attention.

“I do love your little jumps of excitement to my presence.”

You groan at his innuendo, too focused on catching your breath to come up with something clever. As your eyes settle back on the crowd, you find the eyes of one of the men from the earlier confrontation you had. Intuitively, you step back to try and get away from his eyes, only to be caught by Astarion who noticed the exchange.

“It seems you were fast to make new friends, dear. Care to introduce me?”

“Fuck no. Those assholes were bad mouthing us and I just–” You try to calm yourself as you remember their conversation. “I couldn’t keep to myself when I heard them and I may have whispered just slightly louder than anticipated. Let’s just say I was lucky the dance came on when it did.”

Behind you, he smirks as an idea crosses his mind. “Let’s show them you’re not someone to mess with.”

You scoff, “I would beat them up, but this is hardly the time and place.”

He chuckles before lowering his head to your shoulder, whispering closer to your ear. “Dance with me.”

You turn your head to look at him, puzzled, “I didn’t take you for a dancer.”

“Only when it proves necessary,” he moves in front of you and holds out his hand as an invite, his seducing smile never leaving his face. “And I believe a dance as the great Lord Ancunín’s consort might just be what you need.”

Before the next song begins, you reach out for him and he guides you on the dance floor. As you place your hand in his, and over his shoulder, his hand holds firmly over your waist, pulling you tightly against him. Your chest rises to the sudden proximity you’re drawn into and you feel as if your heart is going to burst out of your chest; it had been so long since you had been this close to each other. Your eyes briefly look over his lips and you’re suddenly thankful for the crowd surrounding you, as you’re not sure what you would do if you were left alone with him. The violins initiate the next dance and it takes everything in your power to focus on your footsteps, following the choreography that you had learned years ago.

“Darling, you’re making it very difficult for me to focus,” he whispers close to your ear.

“I don't know what you mean,” you whisper back.

“Your heartbeat, dear. I knew I had an effect on you, but this is just depraved.” he says, with a sultry voice.

You feel your cheeks grow warmer and you thank the gods your mask covers them at least partially; you would never admit the effect he had on you. You pull your gaze away from his lips. “Ugh, please, this is the first time I’m dancing in ages. I’m simply anxious about fucking it up.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, you’re doing amazingly well.”

You knew that; you weren't really nervous about your dancing skills, you spent your entire childhood practising the same patterns, getting ready for those balls where you would find a suitor to be married off to. Not that it ever happened, but you couldn't forget those dances even if you tried to.

Your eyes scan the room and the people around you as your twirl, and that’s when you notice their judging eyes on you, as if they knew you didn’t belong. You find yourself anxiously looking for the eyes of the men you had angered earlier.

Astarion notices your scurrying gaze and brings you back to him. “Hey, eyes on me.” When you meet his gaze, he instantly reads the fear in your eyes. “Ignore them, they don’t matter. None of them do.”

“I don't know if I can do this,” you look away once more and he brings back your gaze on him by swiftly tilting your chin towards him.

“You can, and you will. Just follow my lead, love.”

You do as he says, your eyes never leaving his, and you find comfort in them. You feel safe, as if some invisible force protected you both. You allow yourself to breathe, your heartbeat finding its cadence once more, and you let yourself be guided by Astarion; his strong hold on you providing the security you didn’t know you longed for. You feel as if the dance could go on for the rest of the night and you would keep going, so long as he kept you close. The sound of hands clapping around you brings you back to reality, and he lets you go to kiss your hand as the dance ends.

“Perfect, as expected.”

“Thank you, that was… nice.” You smile, a true smile, for the first time since you are reunited.

“Would you indulge me in a second dance, then?”

You laugh lightly, “I think that was enough action for tonight.” You sigh, “I need some air before anything else.”

“The courtyard should be just ahead. I’ll finish my round and we can leave for the night afterwards.”

You nod, “That sounds like a plan.”

You head for the large windowed door that leads to a large courtyard, surrounded by a large maze. You take this chance to breathe in the smell of the garden; the earthy, unmistakable scent of the flowers fills your lungs and eases your mind almost instantly. Your senses are so enraptured by the peace the courtyard brings you, that you don’t hear the person sneaking up behind you.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” When you turn around, you recognize the noble as one of the men from the group earlier: the one who practically ignored you. You’re surprised at his size for a high elf; up close, he is much larger than what you recall seeing in the ballroom. You take a few steps back in retreat, prepared to defend yourself, and he raises his hands in sign of peace.

“I swear, I mean no harm.”

“It didn’t feel like it earlier,” you snap at him.

He laughs, “My… colleagues are prompt to act irrationally. I’m proud to say that I’m rather the opposite.”

You lower your defences; you recall seeing him stand passively earlier, uninterested in the conflict. He was not the one you needed to worry about, and you were not dressed to fight, anyway. He sees this as a chance to approach you.

“I was actually hoping you would do me the honour of a dance? It’s the first time I see you at one of those soirées and I must say your beauty caught me off guard.” You chuckle lightly; you knew all about his type, and you were not interested. “Well, thank you, but it’s getting rather late, and I best get going–” As you walk away he grabs hold of your wrist.

“I insist, please. Just one dance.”

You look back to the lively ballroom and when you see no sign of Astarion, you turn back towards the nobleman and sigh in resignation. What’s the harm of one, meaningless dance? Right?

“Alright, just– one dance.”

He smiles and it makes you uneasy; you instantly regret allowing him this proximity with you. The sooner this is over, the better, you think, as you let him hold you for this dance. The music is nothing but an echo where you are in the gardens, but it’s loud enough for you both to follow its melody. You can’t believe it, but you’re wishing Astarion was here to take you away from this situation. You try to think about anything else to avoid being in the moment, but when you feel the man’s ragged breath against your neck and his hand going down your waist, you feel your hackles raising in alarm.

“I think that’s enough,” you try to pull away but he forcefully brings you back to him, pressing you hard against his chest.

“But we're not even halfway through this dance.” His hand lowers to grab onto your ass and squeeze it, pushing you against his crotch, and it's with disgust that you feel his bulge against your leg.

“Fuck off!” You push him away and he barely stumbles back before pushing you hard enough to make you lose your balance and fall on your back. He grabs a hold of a knife from his back and holds it to your throat as he towers over you.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

You’re frozen by fear, the knife is held so closely to your throat that when you gulp you feel the blade slightly cut your skin, making you hiss. With his weight on your thighs and the sharpness of the knife, you had no way to counter attack without risking your neck getting sliced open in the process. You feel as if all the air suddenly left your lungs, incapable to fight back as his other hand trails along your leg and up your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress up in the process and exposing your skin to the cool air. You’re mortified, you want to do something but you’re completely incapacitated, and a weak sob escapes you. His face gets closer to yours and you feel the tears threatening to leave your eyes as he whispers.

“Scream and it’ll be the last thing you do. You wouldn’t want people to see you like this, now, would you?”

You close your eyes when his hand reaches for the band of your panties. You want to be somewhere else, anywhere else. He lets out a disgusting, breathy laugh, “The mighty Lord Ancunín’s reputation would crumble if people knew that his slut got passed around. Can you imagine the scandal? How could anyone want to ally with him when he can’t even get a hold of his bitch.”

“Please,” your voice is but a shaky whisper, “I’m sorry I offended you earlier, just– Let me go, please.”

“Oh, no no, you only get to leave when I’ve had what I want. First, I fuck you, then I fuck up all his alliances. Bastard will have nothing left.”

Just when his hand slips inside your panties, you feel the crushing weight of his body against yours suddenly being lifted and you start breathing again. When you open your eyes, you see him held back with a knife to his throat. That’s when you recognise your partner of the night.

“What the fuck?!” The man says.

“You have no idea how much I want to kill you right now,” Astarion growls. “If you wanna leave this place alive you better go, now. I won’t repeat myself.”

Following those words, Astarion pushes him away from you, down against the ground, only for the man to stumble to his feet and quickly run back to the ballroom without looking back. Once out of sight, Astarion kneels down to you, quickly looking over your shivering form before holding your face softly between his hands.

“Hey, hey – look at me. Where did he hurt you?”

Your lips try to form words, but nothing comes out. Instead, you break down in violent sobs, nesting yourself against Astarion’s chest. He holds you protectively against him for a moment, as if you were made of the most fragile glass, before pulling away to wrap you in his coat and guiding you up and away from this farce of a gathering.

“Let’s get you home, love.”

-

Halfway starts with happiness for me

Halfway house, lost kitten in the street

Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose

Kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes

-

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Masterlist

I realized I might need one of these....

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My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/chaoticbardlady99/pseuds/chaoticbardlady99

Astarion x Reader:

I DO NOT WRITE ASCENDED ASTARION- just personal preference. You do you, boo boo.

Ongoing series:

Lethal Woman- Astarion x GN! Reader, ongoing fic, smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter Ten

I Wondered if I Could Come Home?- Astarion x F! Pregnant Reader

Part 1

Part 2, SMUT, MDNI 18+

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 , Smut, MDNI 18+

Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me- Astarion x F! Ghost Reader/ MDNI 18+- AO3

Prologue

Chapter One: Music, Regrets, and Party Tricks

Chapter Two: Tea Parties and Fashion Catastrophes

Chapter Three: The Sun is Freezing

Chapter Four: Regrets

Chapter Five: Nisi Pellis Nostra

Chapter Six: Four Clerics and a Vampire Spawn Enter a Tomb (Astarion POV) MDNI 18+

Chapter 7: Skinny Love

Chapter 8: A Brief Intermission

Chapter 9: Performance Review MDNI 18+

Chapter 10: Til Death Do Gale and Tav Part

One-Shots for "Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me"

Haunting Candles Astarion x F! Ghost Reader

Limited Series:

She's My Religion

Part 1: She's Cold, She's Dark, She's Cynical

Part 2: She Needs This Love Just as Much as Me

Part 3: Everyone Wants to Have Their Taste

Part 4: Makes You Believe in Something Above

My Little Mental Health Series

Yesterday I Felt like Dancing- Astarion x GN! Reader

I Took All This Love I Found- Astarion x GN! Reader

Nobody's Fool (Astarion x GN! Tav)

AO3 Link

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5: MDNI 18+

One-Shot, two-shot, three-shot (I'm Dr.Seuss without all the weird Seuss baggage)

Joybringer - Astarion x GN! Reader, MDNI 18+, Request

Dying Star Astarion x GN! Reader, Request

One of your Girls : Astarion x M! Reader MDNI 18+ (I tried my best), Request

Like Nothing I've Seen : Astarion x GN! Reader, Request

I Don't Wanna be Your Friend: Astarion x GN! Reader

Admiring from Afar Pt 1.: Astarion x GN! Reader, MDNI 18+, Request

Admiring From Afar Pt 2: Astarion x GN! Reader

Pinkie Promise- Astarion x F! Reader, Smut, 18+ MDNI, Fluff

Triple Dog Dare You- Part 2 to Pinkie Promise

If You Give a Dragon a Steak- One Shot Request

Twists and Turns: Astarion x F! Reader, Gale x F!reader

Never Have I Ever: Astarion x Non Tav F! Reader- Smut, MDNI 18+ (Non Tav Reader)

Maryë: Astarion x GN! AFAB! Reader, MDNI 18+

Repose My Love, For I Have Sinned Enough - Astarion x GN! Cleric of Kelemvor Reader

Brighten the Corners of My Mind- Astarion x GN! AFAB! Reader, MDNI 18+

Halsin x Reader:

Fluffy Halsin Headcanons w/ Male Reader : Halsin x M! Reader, MDNI 18+, request

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As the World Caves In: Karlach x Shadowheart , request

[iamjucie]

Pet (18+) pt. 4 of 4

Ascended Astarion x f!reader

Chapter Four: Pink

I suggest reading the first three of the series before this, there is a bit of a plot in the porn. Just a little.

Summary: Master Astarion takes away your hurt and allows you to enjoy the sweet nothing of enthrallment.

WARNINGS: Smut, Extremely dubious consent, Mind control/manipulation, Orgasm control, Abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse

I do not say this lightly- Astarion is evil in this. This is an extremely toxic relationship. You have been warned!

(AO3 Link)

When he goes to lift your hips from him, you flinch and groan. So overwhelmed with sensitivity from both of your earth shattering orgasms.

He notices this and tuts, “Darling, I do expect you know I am not finished with you yet. Are you feeling…” he moves his hand down, pushing two fingers inside and allowing his wrist to graze your clit, drawing a scream from your lips. “...Sensitive?”

“Y-yes master I- Ah” he begins to massage inside you while you talk to him. He loves to see you struggle. “I-I don't think I can manage any more master… I-It- it hurts.”

“My poor child,” he coos while still massaging winces and hisses from your lips. “What are we meant to do about that, hm?”

You are struggling to think through the assault on your senses, rendering your brain struggling to focus on anything the pain he is bringing onto you “I-I don’t know…” you stutter pathetically, “C-can you make it stop hurting? Maybe I- You- M-Make it feel good.”

Astarion stops in his conquest to destroy your senses and places a hand on his cheek, feigning surprise. “Darling, are you asking me to compel you to enjoy it?”

“Y-yes. No, I-I don’t know. I only want to make you feel good, that is my purpose. Would that be bad? ” you inquired, genuinely confused.

“Absolutely not my dearest!” he chuckles as he reaches to caress your cheeks, as if you were a child embarrassed that she said something wrong. “I would be happy to oblige.”

You settle yourself into position ready for your master to take the wheel. Gods, you loved when he did this. You love having him in your mind, controlling your every move, your every reaction. When thinking is all you ever do, it’s blissful to not have a thought in your head.

The feeling of him entering your mind is akin to laying in a fresh set of silk sheets. Fog drapes over your thoughts and everything seems far away. Wrapping your brain in a warm, silky coating. You are no longer in your body, you are elsewhere. Here, everything is quiet.

Everything except him, and he is all that matters.

“Okay, Pet.” you hear his voice ring in your mind amidst the fog. You tilt your head inquisitively, awaiting your command. You can’t wait, you are so very eager to serve. “All I want you to do is feel good for me. Can you do that? Nod if you can do that.”

You nod. 

The fog suddenly lifts slightly and you are back in your body with Astarion. Everything has a slight tint of pink to it, but that’s ok. Pink is a very good color. It makes you feel very good.

“Sigh, Look at what has become of you dear.” he reaches his hand to caress your cheek. “So utterly pathetic.”

You smile at him, the fog makes words jumble in your mind but you can hear your master’s voice. Master’s voice is so beautiful. You reach your hand to grip his on your face, nuzzling your face into it. It makes you feel very good.

He flips you onto your back, your giddiness is palpable. You giggle as he caresses you. Everything tickles a little, it feels good.

“Gods, you’re giggling like a gods-damned child.” he scoffs, “You’re a shell of the powerful woman you once were. Do you know why, love?”

You don’t quite understand what he’s saying to you but you get the impression he is expecting a response. You tilt your head with an inquisitive expression, replaying what he said to try to understand. All you can do is think about how good his voice makes you feel.

A more prominent voice comes into your mind. He has a command for you.

“Say, ‘Why, Master?’ for me, love” it echoes in your brain until it is fulfilled.

“Why, master?” you say with no thought or intention behind it. You look at him with the deepest form of affection known to man; enthrallment.

He grabs you and pulls your ear to his lips. “Because I took it from you.” he hisses, hand moving down to your clit to massage it. “I stole your strength, your talent, your mind from you.” he smiles at you.

He’s so pretty when he smiles.

“You put up quite the fight for a bit but in the end, I won. I always do.”

His fingering in your cunt gets more aggressive, he loves making you feel good. He feels so good inside you, and his voice is like music in your clouded mind.

“I beat you, fucked you, isolated you until you were exactly the way I want you.” He scoffs, “Proof that my power is strong enough to turn the strongest heroes into whores that only exist to be my cumslut. The hero of Baldur’s Gate, locked in a bedroom in my palace for me to fuck when I please.”

He starts to laugh, he must have told a joke. Master is so funny. You laugh along with him.

He lifts your hips onto his cock once more. You feel a rush of pleasure drawing a languid moan from your lips. This is what hurt before? No no- it must have been something else that was hurting. This- this is too profound to hurt.

You start to bounce on his cock, pulling him in and out fully the way your body knows he likes. It feels so good. 

“You’re a fucking idiot do you know that?” he through pants as he ferociously fucks you. “Thinking you would ever be my ‘Dark Consort’, thinking I would let you in on the glory? Please.”

His voice sounds like a symphony.

“I knew from the moment I met you, you were just a desperate, stupid slut. Just needed some coaxing out by my hand.” he continues, “Say you’re nothing but a desperate slut and nothing without me inside you.”

Again, you have the feeling he is expecting a response from you but you don’t quite know what to say. You feel so good wrapped around his cock. Everything is so perfect. 

He slaps you across the face and puts his hand around your neck. 

The heat of the hit goes straight to your cunt. Waves of pleasure rush over your mind. It feels. So. Damn. Good. You’re on the cusp of the biggest orgasm of your undead life. 

He enters your mind with a command, “I said, say you’re nothing but a desperate slut and nothing without me inside you.”

“Ah- I-I’m a desperate slut!” you try to use your voice between moans, “a-and I’m n-nothing without you i-inside me-e!”

You don’t even know what you’re saying, you’re so fucking close. 

“Gods…“ Astarion is on the edge of coming inside you. “Fucking-“

He enters your mind. “Come when I say. I need to feel you clench around my cock as I have you spilling with me.”

“Three…”

Your body starts to prepare for the hit of chemicals your brain is about to receive.

“Two…”

You’re so fucking close, you’re under his thumb. He just needs to lift it ever so slightly and you’re riding this wave together. 

“One. Come for me”

Your body obeys. Your scream could easily be mistaken for him killing you if this routine wasn’t so practiced. You convulse and clench around his member inside of you, milking his spend for all you can. You lay in a pleasurable bliss. A numbness like no other, with your master’s spend leaking from your cunt. Fucked beyond measure. 

***

The pink fog of your vision lifts for the most part. The fog is still clouding your thoughts, it usually does until master is gone for a long while.  

After a brief respite, Astarion begins to put his clothes back on. Gazing at his reflection to ensure there’s no imperfections in his appearance. 

He turns on his heels to face you and clasps his hands together. “Well my love, I’m afraid I need to head out.” he explained with an exaggerated frown. “I have a very very important meeting out of town I need to attend.”

“Again? But you just came back from a trip…” you pout. 

“Darling,” his eyes glow slightly in your gaze, “that was 2 weeks ago!”

You scrunch your face. Has it been that long? You concentrate on remembering the past two weeks. 

He places a hand on your forehead to check for a fever. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Think… Oh! How could you have forgotten? You helped to decide the warpath of where to expand the empire you two have built. Yes, yes. How could you forget? Time does fly when you have fun.

You lay naked on the bed, watching as your master makes his way to leave your shared chambers to go on yet another important trip. You love that your master is such an important man, that is what he always wanted and what he deserves. But, selfishly, you hate that he always needs to go away. Oh well. You should be grateful you had such an eventful two weeks with him. 

He knocks 3 times on the chamber door with no handles. Did that always have no door knob? You can’t bring yourself to recall, your mind and body spent beyond their limit. 

Master’s assistant- whose name is lost on you- opens the door for him. As he is beginning to make his way out the door, you call out to him.

“Wait master!”

He turns to you. “Hm? Yes, pet?”

“Where is your business trip located? I forgot to ask, I like to know so I can imagine us going there together one day.”

He tilts his head in endearment and smiles at you.

“Neverwinter, my lovely. I must be going, the carriage is waiting. Now, you know the routine by now? Think of me while I’m gone.”

The images he wants you to imagine flow into your mind like a tidal wave. You hear him in your mind telling you not to touch yourself and that you can’t climax without permission. 

“Of course, master. I will behave myself”

“Good girl. I will see you before you know it, my pet”

“I love you, master”

“Yes, I know. And I you.” he says as the door is shut

***

“Sire, just to ensure I’m not mistaken,”  Astarion’s assistant asks shortly after the door to the vault is locked shut as she walks beside him down the hall, “your soonest business meeting is six months from now? In Waterdeep?” 

“You would be correct. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.”

“Of course, sire.”

***

You are sitting in the lavish master chamber of the ornate palace you call home. Gazing into your reflection in the vanity mirror combing your unnaturally long black hair, getting lost in thought. It’s really all there is to do when Master Astarion is away on extended business trips like this.

It does help, too, that before he left he told you to think of him while he was gone. It was a command. So you obey. And you think.

The End

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tags: smut, reader has a vagina but no pronouns, dom!astarion, blood drinking, biting, penetrative sex, dirty talk, name calling (dear, darling, love, pet, sweet)

summary: astarion invites (begs) you to come to his tent for a little fun

untitled (astarion)**

tags: ascended!astarion, mean!astarion, yandere!astarion, gn!reader, vampire!reader, biting, blood drinking, ANGST BITCH LIKE WOW, unrequited love, smut, name calling (love, whelp, darling, bitch), degradation

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tags: gn!reader, mating season, abo adjacent, ruts, knotting, vague description of genitals, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, so much cum, size difference, halsin big, possessiveness, breeding

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tags: f!reader, sub!gojo, sleepy sex, slight somnophilia but not really, desperate bby gojo, "just the tip", unprotected sex, pet names (baby, babe, good girl), m mommy kink

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[actuallyevilgay]

Nightmares aren't welcome guests, but here we are again. Another night were Tav's body rocks from side to side, struggling internally.

It was hard to tell the reason why, perhaps old memories resurfaced subconsciously only to be swallowed by the void of dreamless sleep.

Astarion had watched over him like he had done almost every other right, with furrowed brows and concerns lodged in the back of his throat. It took some time for the vampire lord to even consider nudging his love awake. While he disliked disturbing his consort's sleep, this did not feel like it was giving him any rest otherwise.

Tav let out a gasp, adjusting to the candlelight. His eyes reflected light intensely, like a scared animal in the midsts of the night.. Or a predator, perhaps.

He turned to Astarion almost immediately, confused. "What's wrong? Are we being attacked?" The notion of Tav feeling unsafe for whatever reason was a punch in the gut to the vampire ascendant. "No, but given your nightly pattern, I'm starting to wonder if we are."

"Ah.. right." Tav's tired eyes had a spark of defeat in them. The man had his own past chasing him, yet he never eagerly shared the contents of his dreams. The terrors were never this prevalent before, increasing in intensity the past few weeks.

"If you weren't cold to the touch, I'd say you'd have a fever." Astarion put the back of his hand against Tav's front head. Instinctively, the skin to skin contact made Tav lean in.

"Oh, my dearest.." Astarion removed his hand and placed a kiss on his consort's fronthead.

"I'll manage.. I always have." Tav mumbles.

Astarion let out an annoyed sigh at that response, pressing him back into the bed. "You burden yourself unnessarily. Tell me what you need."

Moments pass in silence. "Just hold me when it happens. The shaking. I have to fight it somehow."

"A simple request." His eyes glister with a hint of unease, yet he allows Tav the space he needs. When the time comes, he'll tell him.

"I'll cover you, if you cover me." Tav responds with a gentle smile, reminiscing their camping days.

"Funny little thing." Astarion smirks. "Rest your eyes. I'm not leaving you alone for even a second."

With another sigh, Tav's conscious once more retreats from the waking world, fighting another battlefield of long-lost memories.

Astarion watches on, every gasp, every inhale and exhale. He tenses when his lover pinches him, clinging and burying himself while he dreams of painful things. Only when the rolling of his head stops, does Astarion dare to enter his trance.

Sleep comes, even for the wicked.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

[moonselune]

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Astarion ࣪ 𖤐⋆.˚ :

Drabbles:

⟢Astarion x M!Durge⟢

⟢ Scars ⟢

⟢Animal Friends⟢

⟢Injured⟢

⟢Astarion x f!reader x Gale ⟢

⟢Astarion x Werewolf! gf⟢

⟢Pampering⟢

⟢Shapeshifter !⟢

⟢Nobody understands ⟢

⟢Toe to Toe⟢

⟢Beach⟢

⟢Sleep, my darling⟢

⟢Insecurities⟢

⟢How kind of you.. (Durge)⟢

⟢Surprise Kiss!⟢

⟢Can't sleep?⟢

⟢You must be joking⟢

⟢Kidnapped by Orin⟢

⟢Jealousy⟢

⟢No more revivify for you⟢

⟢Fucking nerd⟢

⟢Scratch me up!⟢

⟢I'm pregnant⟢

⟢Me? Jealous?⟢

⟢Clingy⟢

⟢As an uncle/father⟢

⟢Got you!⟢

⟢Platonic Astarion x Aasimar!reader⟢

⟢What she did to you⟢

⟢All too much⟢

⟢Inexperienced⟢

⟢Aloof⟢

⟢Not on my watch⟢

⟢Fluffy Incidents⟢

⟢Sewn⟢

⟢Lady Drow⟢

⟢Happy Surprise⟢

⟢Burns⟢

⟢Menzoberranzen⟢

⟢Silly Sacrifice⟢

⟢Meltdown⟢

⟢Questions⟢

⟢Revived⟢

⟢Durge | Purpose⟢

⟢Lean on me⟢

⟢Favourite kisses⟢

⟢Ersatz eye⟢

⟢Stuttering (NSFW)⟢

⟢Life left behind⟢

⟢The Right Word⟢

⟢I'm Father?⟢

⟢Not Smart Enough⟢

⟢Opened mind⟢

⟢Turn ons⟢

⟢Crown of Karsus (Male!Reader)⟢

⟢Your kid's father makes an appearance⟢

⟢Incubus Interference⟢

⟢Adopted by The In-laws ⟢

⟢Power of Friendship⟢

⟢Shaky Hands⟢

⟢Scales (Draconic Sorceror)⟢

✦. ── Dark BG3 Masterlist ── .✦

[pursuitseternal]

Fly through “The Fifth Day” in a new Batstarion update to “Antics of the Newly Ascended”

Ascended Astarion x f!Reader | M | 1.2K of fluffy bat fluff

Summary: You wake not quite yourself… and your Lord will be the one to guide you this time into the night

CW: cuteness, fluff, toothrotting fluff, bat sex teased, garden ruins, one Ascended Vampire that’s really just his idiotic, ambitious self.

Previous ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

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It’s a quiet evening for once… you decided to lounge in your rooms, leaving Astarion to have to mingle bereft of your presence. He had pouted, but having you beg so prettily for a moment to yourself, he granted it to you. When you are happy, he is too. And of course he wants you rested, eager and willing for your nightly activities… You had scoffed at the implication in front of the rest of your party, even as your thighs grew hot and your body quivered with the promise of his adoration.

Your body had grown exceptionally heavy, the pull of sleep too great, despite your vampiric powers, your own as his consort that seemed to grow more every day. Your dreams are sweet and soft, like you are wrapped in the plushest of furs, cloaked in a blanket of your bond with your lord.

You can feel his approach even in your dreams, his silken voice tickling your ear as he speaks to you.

“How adorable you are, my pet,” he rasps right in your ear. You yawn and stretch, his caressing touch weaving through the top of your head…. But as your eyes open, your stomach drops.

Your world hangs upside down… or you do. You flail your arms, body shaking as you realize Astarion’s smirking, sharp and handsome face looms below you. It isn’t his hand in your hair… it’s his single digit scratching at the top of your head.

Suddenly, you plumet, arms… no wings flapping wildly as you fall.

Until he catches you in the palms of his hands. “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more darling… my darling,” he croons quietly, your sensitive ears thankful for his consideration. “Seems the extension of Mephistopheles’ gift has granted you even more abilities as well, my love.”

You try to reply, but all that comes from your little throat are the same squeaking chitters your love has made in this same… form.

“Hush, my treasure,” he smirks. “Now it seems to be my turn to guide you in how to use your powers. And one who has supped on my blood, it seems only fair I be your teacher.” He sets you tenderly down on the bed, careful to let your feet settle first. It’s a strange feeling, claws for feet and wings for arms and fingers. You stretch them out, looking to see the thin skin pulled between your fingers, a soft blue-grey, the same color you see down your belly.

Your fur.

He cocks one hip, his expression one clearly savoring your discovery. Amused. “Think of all the possibilities this adds, my consort… all the new positions and forms we can… experiment with that might just bring us together in new and… exotic ways.”

“No way,” you push your voice into his mind, irritated. “I’m trapped as a bat, and all you can think of are the endless possibilities of fucking in this form?” Your annoyance takes over your body, your wings flapping in rage as you suddenly feel yourself lift from the bedding.

Flying.

“I will not be allowing you to fuck me as a bat… my lord.” You add his title just for formality, just to emphasize you vehement opposition.

Astarion gives a low, rumbling chuckle as he watches you dart around his face. “Well, my pet, we have an eternity for you to change your mind. But at the very least, I’ve spurred you to take flight.”

He crosses to the window, opening the lead-paned window into the cool night. Flashing that look of purest seduction, of ravenous desire in the twist of his smirk and the cant of his brows, he crosses back towards where you fly. A tingle of power pierces the air as he shifts. He swoops at you, the fluffy white bat you have held and pet and chided for being naughty. “Shall we?” he smirks on his pointed face, his voice like velvet even inside your mind.

He flits around you, running the claws of his feet through the fur on your back. It makes you… tingle—warm and molten.

“Dammit, I said no…” you dart away.

“Just a little flight, once around the City, my love. And I promise to be on my best behavior. No fangs or cock until we’ve returned, I swear.”

You give a high-pitched huff, flapping out the window and into the starry sky. You swoop and swirl through the air, following his fluffy white tail and outstretched wings. Diving through garden after garden, park and park, you can’t help but feel the rush of these powers, the way your bond with Astarion hums, vibrating like your membranous wings do as you fly. Flapping, he banks quickly to the side, you follow as best you can, realizing he’s led you back to the Lower City walls, and you instantly recognize these outer palace walls.

The Crimson Palace. Astarion’s old… new home….

He slows himself, an ancient garden enclosed by the palace’s walls, your destination it seems. A grand, stone arch, shadowed by the moonlight, is where he stops. Flipping himself around, he hangs from his own clawed feet in its pointed pinnacle.

You try to do the same, missing it by that much as you stop, fingers and toes clinging into the stone so you can scramble beside him. His body is still bigger than yours, wings wrap tight around you, his white fur that warm blanket you recall from your restful dreams. Nose twitching he holds you just so, the night darkening before dawn now. The garden is derelict, rotting bushes and broken stone figures. You wonder how anyone could think that C— that the former owner of this palace held any affluence.

Though you know the legers in the Counting House speak otherwise.

“Once the brain is defeated, this will all be ours, my treasure…” he purrs wistfully. You can feel the centuries of longing seeping into his thoughts. As if he had stared into this same garden countless times before.

Longing.

Begging for freedom. For light. For growth.

“Needs some work,” you hum in reply. “Some improvements, to be sure. Blooming flowers for one would be nice.”

“Whatever you desire, my love.”

You feel just a tickle, a brush of his head between your twitching, pointed ears. His little snuffles of breath warming your fur and making you spine tingle to be so close to him.

He seems to pull you tighter, wings clutched hard on your body to make you face him once more. “Now, unless you’ve changed your stance on experimentation… I would very much like to… return to our bed, little love.”

“Camp it is,” you laugh into his mind, pushing off him with your little claw feet to launch you back into the night.

“One day…” you hear him chuckle into your thoughts, distantly. Half to himself.

A series of flashes cross from your mind to his…

One day, this will be yours, your palace… One day you’ll fly home here, not some Inn with rooms to share… One day, this garden will bloom, and one day he will fuck you in it. Bat or no, you will be his in his palace. As he will be yours.

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For @marimosalad and @snowfolly

[littlejuicebox]

A Midwinter Carol / The OneShot

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

Story navigation: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Summary/Setting: Fifteen years post BG3 / You turned down Astarion's offer and went your own way after the ending of the game and you've just returned to BG. Astarion sees you again for the first time in 15 years and then has a surprise visitor that changes everything for him.

Rating/Warnings: M+ / Gore and Sexual Scenes / Spoilers for the game / Prob OOC Ascended Astarion

Word Count: 3K

Notes: This is 2/5 "Days of Star-mas!" "A Christmas Carol" but make it BG3 Ascended Astarion, of course!

I'm also entering this into the #BG3HolidayFluffle23 challenge under the prompt "new beginnings."

Click here to see my master list.

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Fifteen years. The Vampire Ascendent hadn’t seen you in fifteen years, since you’d rejected his offer to become his loyal consort for the final time.

You two couldn’t reconcile your differences. You’d wanted him to trust you, to believe that your love was stronger than any desire for power, that you could remain a mortal or become a true vampire like him and still remain loyal. You didn’t want to be a spawn. You’d considered his offer a great disrespect, and ultimately, his changed behavior had driven you away.

“You’re nothing like the man I fell in love with anymore. I don’t know who you are.”

Your words had stung, though he’d never admit it.

It had been an awful, messy, seething breakup, to be sure… and the Vampire Lord almost turned you against your will anyway. But at the time, Astarion’s soft spot for you had reigned supreme, and he still thought himself better than Cazador and above such things. So, against his own wishes, he’d let you go.

Last the Vampire Ascendent heard of your movements, you were somewhere along the Sword Coast, playing valiant hero once again. So, when he walked into Duke Ravengard’s Midwinter Gala with some pretty little thing on his arm that he’d picked up for the occasion and would likely drain of blood and dispose of later, he was flabbergasted to see you sitting at the high table. Right. Next. To. Wyll.

Fifteen years and it still felt like the greatest betrayal, as if you’d staked him through the heart in that moment. It took every ounce of The Vampire Lord’s control to not to turn into a cloud of smoke and break The Duke’s neck then and there. Oh, but how desperately he wanted to.

But he couldn’t risk such a spectacle… many of his dealings were hanging tenuously as it was, and creating a power vacuum in the city was just as bad for him as it would be for those against him. No, Wyll helped to maintain the balance… and generally tolerated Astarion with some level of old-ties respect. They had an agreement: the pale elf would keep his business private and primarily drink from criminals, and Wyll would turn a relatively blind eye. So no, as much as he wanted to, Astarion couldn’t afford such a loss of control.

The Vampire Ascendent watched as you walked about the room with Duke Ravengard, hanging on his arm like a prize and chatting with nobles and old contacts. Astarion’s date — what was their name again? — tried more than once to steal his attentions away, but resigned themselves to drinking heavily and dancing with several other guests. The Vampire Ascendant watched you join the dance floor with The Duke and his blood boiled at the sight; he even bent the stem of his golden goblet while witnessing the vile scene.

No. Absolutely not. This wouldn’t do. Astarion had to do something, had to interrupt whatever game this was. How dare you and Wyll disrespect him like this! So, he stood and abruptly crossed the dance floor, the other guests parting like the Red Sea before him in their shock. Lord Ancunin never made his way to the dance floor for anyone.

“May I interrupt and have this next dance?” The Vampire Ascendent’s voice is honeyed and saccharine as the music pauses and the band readies for their next ballad. Everyone around the room is clapping politely. A gentleman’s smile is plastered across the elf’s lips, but it doesn’t meet his eyes, as he extends his pale hand to you.

Wyll bristles and turns to look at you, and there’s a moment of silent communication between two sets of eyes that must know one another quite well, because Astarion cannot read their nearly-imperceptible movements. Finally, the Duke relents and passes your hand to the Vampire Lord.

“No funny business, Astarion. My men and I will be watching your every move.” The Duke warns through a benevolent-appearing smile, a warning hand clasped on the vampire’s tensed back, before locking eyes with you once more and then turning and walking toward the high table.

You smile at Astarion, as if it’s just the two of you back in the center of that clearing, draped in moonlight and barren to one another, all those years ago. “It’s good to see you, my old friend.”

Old friend? Old friend? The words make the Vampire Ascendent’s mouth practically fill with bile as he spins you about the room. He can feel the steady beating of your heart and smell that intoxicating, tempting bouquet of blood brimming beneath your skin that he’d never quite forgotten.

You two catch up, to some small extent, as you tell the Vampire Lord about your journeys along the Sword Coast and he tries to impress you with his growing influence and wealth, but before long the song is over and The Duke is, annoyingly, coming back to retrieve his prize. You smile so sweetly at Astarion before you depart that it almost hurts; no one else looks at him with that level of love and kindness… all he ever sees anymore are eyes filled with fear, mistrust, or hate.

“I hope you’re happy, Astarion. Truly. I’m glad to see you looking so well. Now go find the date you came with… they’re owed a dance, I believe.” You press a chaste kiss to his cheek, sending an electric shock through his numb heart. He almost gives into his urges and bites you right there, in front of everyone, claiming his love and his prize. But again, he lets you go, slipping through his fingers like sand through an hourglass as you meander back toward Wyll and continue the festivities.

Astarion can’t take any more of this. He goes to find his date, rips them away from whatever conversation they were having with whatever noble, and swiftly exits the party. Back at the Palace, the poor little thing is used for mindless sex and then for sustenance and then left to be disposed of by one of the staff with nary a thought. The Vampire Lord couldn’t even remember their name.

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A week rolls by, and gods what a terrible week it was. Astarion’s grip had weakened on the city after a few poor calls. In his pride, he’d never admit they were his fault, and instead he quickly blamed his advisors and sent them to the dungeons. Furthermore, the meeting he’d hosted today with several of the Guilds had practically blown up in his face as the Guild Leaders came to blows in the middle of the Great Hall. Mortal creatures could be so… overzealous. The entire ordeal was giving him a massive headache. If the Guild Leaders didn’t come to an agreement soon, he would lose his monopoly on the shipping industry.  

The Vampire Lord settles into his bed, alone, after downing several goblets of wine, but sleep does not come to him. He’s awake, staring at the ceiling, and all he can think about is you. Gods, he thought he’d moved past all this. But as he remembers your face, your nights together, the way your body felt on his… he feels his erection growing. Astarion is about to stick his hand inside his trousers to provide himself with some relief when a familiar, annoying voice travels through the room.

“I’ve been watching you, Astarion.”

Fucking Gale. The fucking God of Ambition. The Vampire Lord shoots up in bed and sees the silvery form of his former campmate standing at the foot of it.

“What in the hells, Gale! A God and still an absolute pervert, I see.”

The God ignores Astarion, moving to sit his ethereal form on the edge of the bed. The Vampire Lord wrinkles his nose and pulls his legs as far away from Gale as he can.

The God sighs, “Astarion, you’ve rejected my help before, and the strides you’ve made within the city are falling… it’s beginning to seem that you are headed down a path you are not going to be able to return from. A few more bad calls and you won’t come back from it. You are wasting your potential because you refuse to become the master of your own ambition rather than a slave to it. I’m beginning to wonder… is this what you truly want? I can see many lifetimes of yours, with many choices you’ve made along the way, and I’m sorry to tell you this lifetime seems to be the most miserable.”

Astarion scoffs. The fact that Gale is the only prior friend that keeps in touch with him, albeit for his own peculiar reasons, is a sad fact that the Vampire Lord refuses to acknowledge. He’d pushed everyone else away years ago. The only other person he ever saw was The Duke at obligatory balls, galas, and political events… and obviously the last time had been less than fulfilling. But loneliness resided deep in the Vampire Lord’s heart, hidden away from even his own acknowledgement, so although Gale had always been his least favorite, the pale elf still engaged in conversation.

“What do you mean by that? That you can see several of my lifetimes? I find it difficult to believe that this is the worst. Surely there is a lifetime in which I’m still under Cazador’s control.”

The God of Ambition considers this, and then turns and looks off into the distance, as if he’s examining something Astarion cannot see. “Hmm. Actually, there is only one lifetime in which that is still ongoing. So yes, that one may be the worst. I stand corrected, this is the second worst. You’re dead in more of them, a spawn in most of them… and your Tav, or some other version of Tav, is in several as a friend or a lover, to both the spawn and ascendant versions of you. You might be surprised to know that in more than one, you and I are coupled… it’s quite interesting.”

Astarion cringes at the thought of being in a relationship with Gale, but chooses to move past the thought and acknowledge the only bit of information he actually cared about, “My Tav is in several of them?”

“Of course. Would you like to see it? Let me take you on a little journey.” Gale holds his hand out the Vampire Lord, and Astarion cannot help but feel the pull of intrigue. Gods… at least this would guarantee a more interesting night than one with his hand spent down his own pants.

The pale elf sighs and extends his hand to the God of Ambition, and just as their fingers brush, he feels himself enveloped in the warmth of the Weave. Light spirals around the two beings and then suddenly, Astarion and Gale are standing outside a tomb. The Vampire Lord hears himself screaming from inside the tomb and feels the panic and shame rising within his own body. This is from his own past, when Cazador locked him up for a year.

“Why the hells have you brought me here, Gale? This isn’t what I asked to see!”

“No… but I thought it might serve as a reminder of where you came from. You seem to have forgotten… and subject others to similar fates and tortures, nowadays.”

Astarion hears the begging and pleading, the scratching on the inside of the tomb, and his gut churns again at the memory. How something that happened years ago, that he’d shoved deep in his mind never to acknowledge again, could still rip such a reaction from an all-powerful Vampire Ascendent, he did not know. The elf felt himself shaking as he was flooded with the emotion of the memory. Had he really turned into an exact replica of his former master? Hadn’t he wanted to be better than Cazador?

“Had enough? Okay, onto the next one.” Gale snaps his fingers, and both beings are pulled through the Weave.

Suddenly they’re standing in The Duke’s parlor room… the vampire had seen the room just a time or two before, during some business negotiation or another. Then he sees you, bursting through the door with one hand on your swollen belly. Gods above and below, were you carrying Wyll’s seed in this one? The thought made his skin crawl and his stomach churn in disgust.

“Hurry, my love! We need to place the presents here for the others.”

Astarion’s eyebrows crinkle as he listens to the voice responding to you from down the hallway, joined in by the giggles of what is clearly a child. “We’re coming, darling. This little imp is just slowing me down a bit!”

And then he sees himself coming through the door with a silver-haired, giggling toddler wrapped around his leg… but it’s not himself. Pink skin, beating heart, a few more years on his face. Mortal… but how?

Mortal Astarion is carrying a bundle of presents that he places on the coffee table in the center of the parlor. The child grins and puts a hand drawn card on top of the small pile of gifts. The card reads: ‘For Uncle Wyll, Auntie Euphemia, and the Ravengard Twins. Love, the Ancunins.”

Astarion feels his pulse thrumming in his ears as the scene plays out. Mortal Astarion envelops you in his arms and plants a kiss on your cheek, before bending down and placing a kiss on your pregnant stomach.

“Let’s go and join the others, shall we? Auntie Shadowheart and Auntie Lae’zel have a gift for you, my little love!” The mortal pale elf cheers, bending down to pick up the drooling toddler.

“Yay, daddy! Go!” The little babe cheers, clapping uncoordinated hands together, causing both this version of you and his mortal self to giggle in adoration. He watches as you take this version of him by the hand and exit the parlor, headed towards a clamor of conversation filled with several familiar voices. The Vampire Lord tries to follow the little family, desperate to see how the scene continues, but he’s ripped from the scene and thrown back into the Weave with Gale.

“I wasn’t finished!” The Ascendent Vampire shouts in frustration, running his hands through curled hair.

Gale simply sighs and shakes his head at Astarion, before settling onto another scene entirely.

In this one, you are a vampire. Not a vampire spawn, a true vampire. Astarion watches as you don your dress, unabashedly taking in the familiar curves of your body before they’re covered up, and then turns to see himself entering through the bedchamber door.

“My treasure, we’ve done it! We’ve secured educational and apprenticeship programs for the orphans from the Guilds as a show of good faith for our support and protection.”

Your vampire self runs to this better version of Ascendant Astarion, enveloping him in a shockingly passionate kiss. It was enough to make even the Vampire Lord’s skin run hot as he imagined what it would feel like to have you on him like that again.

“I’ve just put on my clothes, my love.” You murmur, voice coy, as you slowly drop your shoulder out of the gown and focus on your Astarion. “But perhaps you won’t mind helping me back out of them… I think that announcement is cause for a bit of… celebration.”

The scene quickly devolves into something overwhelmingly hot and heavy. The Vampire Lord feels himself tingle with desire as he watches everything unfold. Just as the other version of Astarion is about to plunge himself into the vampire version of Tav, the Weave swirls around Gale and Astarion once more.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” The Vampire Lord hisses as he glares at The God of Ambition.

“I know… steamy, right?” Gale responds, with a small chuckle. “Onto our final scene… this one is your… unfortunate future, if you continue down your same path, I’m afraid.”

The Vampire Ascendent soon sets his eyes on possibly the most gut-wrenching scene he could ever imagine. There you are, standing before him, holding a stake that’s driven straight through his heart. Blood pools around the wound. He’s trying to reach for you, to touch your face, to choke out something he cannot say. And then he’s gone, slumped on the floor, as you hold him in your arms and let out a bloodcurdling wail.  

The crying goes on forever. Your body is wracking with sobs as you turn the corpse onto its back and throw yourself over it, almost desperate to have his body close to yours. After what feels like an eternity, your trembling hands come to his face, and you plant a surprisingly tender kiss on his lips. Astarion notices, with some level of shock, bleeding wounds along your arms and neck. Some bites, some blade slashes… had he really been the one to do that to you?

“I really loved you, you know, Astarion… I wish it hadn’t come to this. How dare you kill The Duke and throw the city into upheaval! My city! Our city!

There was nothing between Wyll and me. Just two old friends, catching up… I’d wanted to be back home, I’d fled from my city for fifteen years after what happened between us. Wyll offered me a soft place to land and a kind transition back into society.

I was sure everything would be okay after all this time. That we could at least talk. It had been fifteen years! But you didn’t come to speak to me, you ignored my scrolls, and then—why?!”

The sobbing returned, and you were slamming shaking fists into the corpse version of himself over and over and over and over.

The Vampire Lord sucked in a breath and turned back to the God, “I’ve seen enough, Gale! Take me home right now.”

“As you wish.” The God of Ambition murmurs, and with a snap of his fingers, Astarion is back in his bed in the Palace.

“So?” Gale asks, lifting himself from where he is still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I need to talk to Tav… I need to speak with her. Tomorrow.” The Vampire Lord murmurs, his head still reeling from everything he saw. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. What would he even say to you, after all this time?

“I would agree. It's far past time for you to pursue a new beginning, Astarion." The God responds as the Weave starts to swirl around him in bright flares of azure, “Oh... and Astarion? I know we were once friends, if you could really call us that… but don’t think this little show and tell was for free. I’ll be asking something of you, when the time comes.”

The Vampire Lord nods. Of course. It could never be that simple, could it? And just like that, Gale disappears in a spray of light, and Astarion is left alone once more.

No. It could never be that simple. The only simple truth in Astarion’s life was this: you were and would always be his saving grace.

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