#dom tav tho?????????

[thecampjuicebox]

Imagine Raphael being tied up or chained as Tav teases his body, working him up and backing off before he reaches that peak of pleasure, over and over again; he is writhing, moaning, and growling until he can't take it anymore and breaks out of the restraints to ravish her as he pins her beneath him.

All I have to say is.. Gods, I wish that were me. But in all seriousness, this is an incredible idea and the thought of it has me SALIVATING.

Raphael got himself in that situation in the first place by being so mouthy. Just an absolute brat. Maybe whining about contracts and how much work he has to do. How annoyed he is by the servants in the HoH. How Tav is so needy and he's just sooooo busy.

And as soon as his guard is down.. He finds himself in quite the predicament. Poor Raphael. I almost want to imagine him not breaking out. Tav just teasing him and edging him for HOURS AND HOURS. And then leaving him there to think about his attitude 💖

[astarionancuntnin]

Die For You (Chapter 6)

summary: the morning after your night with astarion, you discuss a plan to take down the man who attacked you.

rating: E

word count: 5.2k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, reader is tav)

cw: 18+. bit of fluff, lots of angst, more smut. dom!astarion, oral (f!receiving), very dirty talk, possessive sex, p in v, breeding kink (no pregnancy tho), mating press, blood/vampire bites, overstimulation, creampie. full list on ao3

a/n: so i knoooow that classic vampires dont have telepathic abilities but were talking about a vampire ascendant baby girl which is very homebrew so im giving myself the right to rizzle dazzle his powers for the means of this fic, thank you for coming to my ted talk

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He says, "Ooh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends

I'm the king, and you're the queen, and we will stumble through heaven

If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

I know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight"

-

You’re taken out of your deep slumber by the sun’s brightness shining upon your face. You turn away, hiding your eyes from the blinding light to enjoy a few more minutes of rest, when a warm, honeyed voice greets you.

“Good morning, little love. Had a good night of sleep?”

You hum, your voice dozy from sleep, while he strokes your hair, and you find yourself snuggling closer to him as you press your forehead gently against his thigh. His warmth was always surprising, but not unwelcome.

“Would you care for breakfast?” he continues.

You grumble, pulling the bed sheets over your head. “Do I have to? I’d rather stay in bed if I have a say in the matter.”

He smiles, “That can be arranged.”

You raise your head when you realise he hasn't moved, unsure if he's waiting for your response and instead, you find him with his eyes closed and brows furrowed. He opens them again after a moment and meets your gaze once more.

“There. Shouldn’t be long now.”

You sit up, puzzled by what just happened, but he’s quick to reply to your unspoken interrogation. 

“A master holds a telepathic connection with his creations, and this bond can hold between great distances.” You suddenly remember the encounter you had with Astarion’s siblings back then; how the spawn twisted in pain when it received Cazador’s orders and Astarion notices your worry. “It doesn’t hurt them, if that’s your concern.”

“It didn’t look that way the last time I witnessed it,” You bring your knees to your chest as you sit up, before covering yourself with the light silk bed sheet.

“That’s because Cazador enjoyed to torture us, and unlike him, I’m no monster. I would expect you to know me better than that by now.”

It’s true, he never mistreated his spawns, not in your presence anyway, and Amedee even mentioned how well she was treated since she had become his servant. You had no reason to believe otherwise, aside from your own lingering preconceptions.

As you think of her, Amedee enters your room with a prompt salutation, carrying along a golden platter of food that she leaves at the end of your bed. You could tell she was embarrassed despite the lack of pink in her cheeks, as she struggled to look at you and quickly left after Astarion dismissed her. If she had only looked up to you, she would’ve seen the grin that appeared on your face from this brief interaction. Once she leaves, Astarion brings the plate up to you.

“Ask and you shall receive.”

The plate is generously filled with a variety of fruits, cheeses, and meats, along with freshly baked bread slices to pair with them. By the amount displayed, you would assume that the plate is meant to be shared, but Astarion doesn’t indulge. Instead, he waits for you to serve yourself. You’re overwhelmed by the vast selection and hesitate before reaching out to make a pick or your first bite; you settle on a bit of dried meat and cheese, their aromas complementing each other perfectly. You close your eyes as you savour the rich flavours on your tongue; although you still had no intention of getting up anytime soon, you were thankful for the breakfast. Astarion smiles, happy to see you eat to your heart’s desire, and he leans back on the stack of pillows, admiring you.

In truth, you’re extremely grateful for everything he’s done for you, especially with what happened the day prior, and you want to express it, but somehow you struggle to get the words out. You can’t find the right words, and you don’t want to risk breaking the comfort you have just managed to create with him, after so many days of hatred and tension. You open your mouth once, and twice, without a single sound coming out, and you think, maybe I should let it go, maybe if I say nothing it’ll be better than saying anything at all. Maybe if we don’t talk about it, then I can pretend this dreaded ball never happened.

“What troubles you my dear?”

Well, now you can’t.

You sigh heavily, getting ready to finally pour your heart out to him. “I’ve been meaning to thank you. For yesterday, after the ball. After what happened, I was… I’m not even sure. It’s always something you hear happen to others, I never would have imagined it happening… to me.” You feel yourself spacing out again into the events and you snap out of focus to find Astarion staring back at you earnestly. “I’m just glad that you were there to stop him, is what I’m trying to say.”

“Had I known the bastard would’ve followed you out, I would’ve gone with you into the gardens. All I can do now is assure that he will never get close to you again.”

“Wait so– You know him?”

“That was Sir Virric Othros. He’s a merchant noble, he deals directly with the economy in Baldur’s Gate. The two other men from the ball, the ones you confronted?” You nod, awaiting more information. “Those were his business partners. Pretentious little shits if you ask me. I know they don't particularly appreciate me, arseholes will bad mouth me at any chance they get. Usually I would let it slide, I don’t have time to deal with petty comments, but attacking you draws the line,” he says, now frowning.

“That checks out, they were doing exactly that when I spoke up in the ballroom, but then I don’t know how his business relates to yours and why he would want to take you down.”

His gaze snaps back at you, “What?”

“That’s… the reason he attacked me. He meant to use me against you.”

He looks away, his eyes flicking left and right, searching his mind for a solution to a problem he couldn’t solve and when his eyes fall back on you, they are filled with a darkness that sends a shiver down your spine. “You can’t leave this palace, do you hear me?”

“What?! Why?”

“Don’t you realise what this implies?” He gets up and picks up his clothing from the previous night to dress himself back up in a rush. “If these people have it in their mind to take me down, they won’t stop until they get what they want. We don’t know who they hired, if they already have something else planned–” 

“I can defend myself!”

“Like you did so wonderfully at the ball?” He catches your frown as you avert your eyes, resigned from answering back and he sighs remorsefully. He leans closer as he settles back on the bed, drawing your gaze back to him. 

“You might be the strongest woman I know, but they’re vile, they won't fight fair, and they won't hesitate to use underhanded means to get what they want. I cannot risk having you out with a target on your back, the only place I can assure you will be safe is here, in the palace.”

You blink a few times and your eyes light up as a sudden thought crosses your mind, “Then let’s take them down first.”

He scoffs, “Darling, I’m not against the idea, but I can hardly see how. We are talking about nobles amongst the most influential of Baldur’s Gate, their disappearance won’t go unnoticed.”

“We could say that they got abducted? Disappeared without a trace, somehow, I don’t know, but we’ll find something, we need to get rid of them. If they’re that dangerous and influential, prison won’t cut it.” You glare into his eyes trying to convey your devotion. “We need to take them out ourselves. And I will kill this Virric myself.”

Astarion can see the anger burning in your eyes as he stares back at you with the same intensity; for the first time since his ascension, you’re both thinking of the same thing. He gets back up, grabbing the remaining discarded clothes from the previous night before heading for the door. “Get dressed and meet me in my office. I might have an idea.”

—

By the time you get to Astarion’s office, he’s already completely immersed in a world of his own, shifting between multiple pieces of papers that populated his desk. You had never taken the time to visit his personal rooms, you’re surprised to see his office filled with books on various topics, but you notice a recurring theme around necromancy, vampires and their powers, and nobility in Baldur’s Gate. Astarion only notices you minutes after you’ve entered, lifting his head to see you approach him.

“For this to work, we would need to attack them somewhere we have control over – the crimson palace, obviously – so I will be hosting a soiree, this way they are within reach and we can deal with them however we see fit. We can work out the details as we go, but it should cover the essentials: lure them here without suspicion, and allow us to proceed under cover.”

Ever the planner. Some things never change, you think to yourself. “Luring them here won’t be enough, we also need to lure them away from the party, where we can deal with them personally.”

“That should be easy enough; if they notice you before you walk away from the rest of the guests, they should take the bait and follow you. They wouldn’t be smart enough to catch on to the trap we lay out, and I could follow them to you, make sure you’re safe.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “Having the host disappear into the darkness with a few guests and come back out alone? That’s one way to raise suspicions instantly.”

“Well then little soldier, you were always the most intricate strategist, what would you suggest?”

“We need you to be visible at all times, no one can suspect you to be in on this, otherwise we’ll have much bigger problems to worry about. As for me, no one has seen my face yet, but everyone has seen me dance with you at the last ball. I can’t be seen at all during the soiree. You’ll tell the guests I’m sick and cannot attend, and meanwhile I’ll hide in the shadows until the time is right to lure them away.”

He hums, reflecting upon your idea. “Not bad… But then once alone with them, what will you do?”

“If I hide a weapon beneath my dress, I should be able to take care of two of them easily, but three might be tricky. Plus, they’ll probably be armed, as they were last time.”

“I could send you reinforcements. I would just need your signal to have my children come to help.”

You shake your head; something is missing. “We would need to be able to communicate through the party.” You sigh. “I never thought I’d say this, but the tadpoles would’ve been really useful in this scenario.”

“Well…” He pauses. “There is a way to do this without involving those parasites.”

“Which is?” He tilts his head to show the bite marks on his neck and the realisation dawns on you, “You would need to turn me…”

He moves away from his desk, slowly approaching you, “We would be able to talk to each other no matter the distance and without raising suspicions. You would be stronger, swifter, sharper, and any injury you would receive – should you get hurt – would be healed in a matter of seconds.” He reaches you and tilts your chin up to meet your eyes, almost whispering, “You would become untouchable.”

You gulp, as a knot in your throat builds up. There had to be another way, something else that could provide you a way to communicate somehow. You curse yourself for lacking any magical abilities; maybe then you wouldn’t have to resort to such extremes.

“I want to share this gift with you.” He continues as he grabs a hold of your hand. “I’ve only been wanting the best for you, my love. With this strength, no one will dare to take advantage of you. You’ll never have to fear anyone, ever again. Neither of us will. We will be unstoppable, as we should’ve always been.”

When he offered to make you his consort six months ago, you turned him down immediately, almost disgusted by the offer. How ironic for you to consider it now. You can only imagine what your life would’ve looked like had you accepted back then: if it had been anything like these past weeks, you would've had nothing less of a lavish life. Endless parties, custom clothes, all the perfume and jewels you could imagine, and all the attention from the man you loved. As a vampire, you would’ve had the strength to defeat anyone foolish enough to even try to come close to you. You would be able to assist Astarion in helping to rebuild Baldur’s Gate and take down corrupted nobles, as Gods only know how rotten those roots seem to be. Chances are, with your added influence as the saviour of the city, the rebuilding efforts might’ve been further done by now, maybe more nobles would have joined your side and funded the repairs. You wouldn’t have had to travel from one city to another in search of a bed or even company for the night, living comfortably within the walls of the palace besides Astarion.

Lady Ancunín did have a nice ring to it, too...

“If I’m to do this… what will change? Aside from the red eyes and fangs.” It was your biggest fear, to become something you were not.

“You’ll still be you, only better. You’re already perfect, it’s hard to improve.” He senses your incertitude and brings back your eyes to him. “You don’t need to make a decision tonight, no invitations have been sent out yet. You can take all the time you need to think this through. I’ll be by your side no matter what.” He softly strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “I only care about what’s best for you”

It’s a truth you’ve been denying yourself for too long now, and the signs have only piled up since you’ve been back in his world, but you kept ignoring them, too proud to accept that you had been wrong to leave him. You sigh heavily, letting go of any lingering anxiety about your decision.

“If we’re doing this, I have demands,” your voice is stern, asserting the gravity of your words.

“Anything you wish,” he smiles playfully.

“I know you can have control over your spawn. I don’t give you the right to force me to do anything, ever. I mean it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

His tone suggests otherwise, but you carry on, “I want to be properly fed. No starving tactics to manipulate me in any way.” He nods and you continue, “And finally,” you take a deep breath, as the angst builds up in your chest, “I don’t want to become a ruthless monster. Please stay by my side, help me, guide me.”

“Of course my love, that goes without asking,” his gaze softens, “I’ll guide you through every step of the way.”

You sigh heavily, relived by his promise, “Then it’s settled. I don’t want to waste more time discussing the matter, my mind is made up.” Your eyes wear a new shade of confidence, “I trust you.”

“Thank you, my love,” he smiles softly. “I want this experience to be most pleasurable for you. It’ll be nothing like what I experienced, I'll make sure of that.”

His words reassure you for the time being, but the uncertainty of what to expect creates a lingering anxiety in your chest. To prevent yourself from spending more time chasing those thoughts away, you make a proposition.

“We should do it tonight.”

“Eager, aren’t we?” He teases you.

“The faster it’s done, the faster we can carry on with our plan.”

“And I won’t be the one opposing you, my dear.” He walks back behind his desk where he gets started on arranging the papers he had previously scattered around. “I’ll call for the servants to prepare dinner. Do you have any requests for your last meal?”

A memory suddenly flashes before your eyes and you know exactly what you want. 

“Yes actually. Balduran Mash.”

—

After experiencing the most bittersweet dinner of your life, you sought solace in the gardens, enjoying the last hours of sunlight, the feeling of the sun's warmth over your skin, before going back to your room to change into your nightgown for the evening, pondering about how tonight was going to go. You never thought this day would come, and yet, here you were, sitting at your vanity, looking back at your reflection for the last time. By the time you wake up tomorrow, you will be a vampire. Undead. 

One of Astarion’s spawns.

The thought still sits uneasy with you, even though you know it’s necessary to see this plan unfold. You will do anything to make it happen; you would rather die than let this Sir Virric get away with what he had done to you. It’ll all be worth it, you think, and Astarion promised it would bring me protection. It truly is for the greater good.

As you think about his words, Astarion knocks at your door before entering your room. For the first time, you see him wear his casual clothes, similar to those he used to wear when you camped together. He approaches you at your vanity, stopping right behind where you sat.

“Having second thoughts, little love?’ He lays his hands upon your shoulders and you look back at his reflection in your mirror.

You sigh heavily. Even if you did have doubts, you couldn’t let fear cloud your judgement. “No. I need to do this.” You look back to your own reflection, your resolve coming back to you. “There’s no other choice.”

“Good.” He lowers his head next to your ear, murmuring. “Are you ready to experience your final night alive?”

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your skin. “Yes.”

“Then follow me,” you spy the wicked smile appearing on his lips as he whispers, before he straightens up. He extends his hand out to you as an invitation for you to follow him, and you rise from your seat as you take him up on his offer. 

You would lie to yourself if you said you weren’t terrified. It’s as if your heart was stuck in your throat, and your mind was racing from one thought to another. You stop in your tracks as you near the bed and Astarion turns back to you when he notices your hesitation, “Is something the matter, my dear?”

So many things, and yet you struggle to find which one to mention first. “Will it hurt?” When you speak, your voice is barely audible, as if voicing those words with a quiet voice made them less real as you considered them.

“I promise, the pleasure will be far greater than the pain,” he purrs, caressing your cheek, and you close your eyes at the contact, breathing in deeply. “You trust me, don't you?” You open your eyes back up to find him staring lovingly at you and you nod, “Then you have nothing to fear.”

His hand gets lost in your hair as he pulls you into a deep kiss, and it's as if all the air gets pulled out of your lungs. He grasps your waist roughly, his nails digging through your silk nightgown, and a soft moan escapes you. As you break the kiss gasping for air, his lips trail down to your neck, leaving a path of kisses in its wake. When you breathe in, you’re hit with the intoxicating smell of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy, and you find yourself leaning into him, dizzy from his essence. His hands make their way to your shoulders, lightly grazing your skin there as he pushes away the straps of your nightgown. Your nightclothes are quickly discarded, as the silk easily slides off from your body to your feet, leaving you bare before him. Your chest rises with anticipation at each breath you take, longing for his touch, and yet you remain still – awaiting his next move. As he lifts your chin, your eyes lock with his, and your lips part in anticipation of tasting him once more. He hovers close, murmuring softly, his breath just a whisper away from your mouth.

“You are a vision, my love.”

He leans next to your ear, his hot breath creating a warmth pooling at the bottom of your belly.

“Absolute perfection, ethereal beauty.”

The back of his hand slides along your arm, down to your hand that he brings to his cheek, kissing your skin ever softly.

“And you will be, forever.”

When he faces you again, your eyes are filled with lust and you can’t contain the hunger growing at your core. You close the gap between the two of you in an instant, devouring him, and your hands fall to his trousers, fumble to remove them. Astarion growls into the kiss as you rip open his shirt, not caring for the buttons breaking apart in the process. With his clothes out of the way, he lifts you up to bring you to bed, laying you underneath him all the while continuing to give you the attention you deserve.

“Gods, I wanna devour you.”

Astarion wastes no time to lavish every inch of your skin, starting with your navel, licking and kissing his way down to your thighs, worshipping you as he leaves love bites on his trail. He props your legs up on his shoulder as his mouth bites the soft skin of your thighs, only drawing out the slightest drop of blood, and you grab the bedsheets trying to get a hold of yourself through his teasing. He laps at the fresh wounds to clean it and lets his tongue find its way to your entrance, giving it one long lick while his eyes look for yours.

He tastes your juices on his lips, smirking at you. “Still just as delicious as the first time I tasted you.”

He keeps playfully licking you, barely grazing over your neglected clit, and you squirm under him, until he grabs your thighs strongly, keeping you grounded against his face. You try to move from his grasp, but it's useless; you are nowhere near as strong as him, you would have to take whatever he would have the mercy to give you. He bites down deeper into your other thigh, savouring the richness of your blood, and you gasp. You didn't expect it, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure and you were delighted by the sensation. He pulls away soon after and you whine, pleading for more.

“Yes, my treasure?” The words roll deliciously on his tongue, only teasing you further and you groan, frustrated.

“Please.”

“If you want something, you’ll have to use your words,” he purrs seductively. “Please what?”

“Please…” you take a few breaths, trying to compose yourself. You can hide your desperation for his attention anymore, not after all those days you’ve been craving him. That time in the hallway when you wanted nothing more than to kiss him, when you danced together and the proximity was stifling you, how his words disarmed you, made you want him in the most depraved ways, how you made him yours last night… You want him. “Please, I need you, Astarion.”

He grins with your blood tainting his lips, “Anything for my precious pet.”

He dives into your cunt, devouring you as if you were his first meal in days and you can’t control the loud moan that escapes you. He laps at your entrance, drinking your juices as he did your blood, without wasting a single drop of your precious nectar. When he judges that your pussy had enough, he moves to your clit, giving it the attention it so badly craved. His lips cover it, allowing him to suck gently over your sweet spot, and that’s when you start to feel it, the build up within you nearing its peak. You chant his name like a prayer, each time speaking it louder, until you feel yourself reaching your edge. You try your best to muffle the sounds coming out of you, but Astarion would not allow it. He stops, for just a moment, just long enough for you to look back at him and wonder why he would torture you so and stop when you were so close. 

“Don’t be shy, my sweet. I love the way you scream my name.”

As his nails dig painfully into your thighs, and his tongue dives back to abuse your sensitive bud, you feel the waves of your climax hit you all at once. The scream that leaves your lips is otherworldly, and you get lost in the feeling as your back arches into the mattress. The world around you vanishes and you see stars as your body still rides the aftershake of your orgasm, your breathing barely able to keep up. As you’re coming down from your high, Astarion kisses his way back up, making sure to leave additional bites on his way; noticeably one nicely placed over the curve of your breast. You finally look down to find him looking back at you, with his mouth covered in a mix of your come and blood.

He speaks with a husky voice, his half-lidded eyes lost in yours. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

You manage to mumble a few words through your exhaustion, “Then show me.”

Without breaking eye contact, he moves down just enough to slide his hard length down your navel and between your folds, moving to get himself wet from you. At this angle, his shaft created a delicious friction against your clit that made you cry out louder from the overstimulation. He doesn’t torture you for much longer, as he whispers in your ear, before giving you exactly what you need.

“Sing for me, my treasure.”

He slides inside you with one powerful thrust, making you scream again and your hands fly to his back, searching to ground yourself. When he picks up a languid rhythm, your nails dig into his skin, scratching near his scars and he lets out a feral growl before grabbing your wrist and pinning you roughly against the bed.

“All these months, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about you; your voice, your skin, your delicious cunt. I'll never make the mistake of letting you leave. Ever. Again.” He pounds into you harder, pausing as he speaks these last words, and something clicks inside of you as you hear the possessiveness in his hoarse voice. If it had been anyone else you would’ve wanted to speak up, but when said by him, right now, you wanted nothing but to comply. 

“Do you have any idea of the things I’ve been wanting to do to you these last few days? Fuck, the thoughts that crossed my mind… How I’ve wanted to bend you over that dining table and overfill you with my come, having you dripping from me for days to remind you who you belong to, my dearest consort, mmh–” He picks up the pace, ramming into your cunt deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars, “If it was only up to me, I would keep you chained to this bed and breed you, over and over again.” He laps at the spot he used to feed on you, the warmth it left on your skin, along with his depraved speech, only pushed you closer and closer to your second collapse. “How beautiful you would look, marked as mine with my bites and my come, mine to please, mine to own. Isn't this what you want?” His lips graze the shell of your ear and he whispers, “To be mine?”

Your mind is clouded by lust and all you can think about is how good he makes you feel, how great he’s been taking care of you, and hells, you really do, you want nothing more than to be his, and his only. Let him own you, use you. As much as you loathed him previously, you can’t help but admit to yourself that you’ve longed for him and his attention, his touch, his kiss, everything he had to offer and everything he’s been wanting to share with you. You always loved him, the only thing those several months spent apart did for you was affirming this truth, and now that you were finally back together, you couldn’t deny it any longer. Yes, I’ll stay with you, I’ll be yours, I’ll be everything you want me to be, I’ll love you until the world ends, you want to say, but only three words leave your lips in a whisper: 

“Make me yours.”

A smile creeps up on his lips at your words, and he bites down on your exposed neck through the markings he had previously left, drinking you in like a starved man as he resumes his thrusts into you. Gods, you missed this, missed him, missed how he made you feel, missed how good you two were together. His drinking on you always acted like an aphrodisiac; it made you see the brightest of stars, made you feel like your entire body was frozen only to be burning with desire moments after, as pure fire was coursing through your veins. You knew that following his bite, you were only moments away to feel the waves of pleasure over you. The vibration from Astarion’s growls against your neck as he drank only contributed more to your end. All it took was another sip from him and you were hit with the strongest of thunders, screaming once again as your body trembled with the aftershock, almost completely taking you out. The waves of your release rippled through your body, your heart pounding in your chest as if it was gonna burst out. If it wasn’t for Astarion savagely fucking you, you think you would have passed out by the strength of your orgasm.

You were feeling more drained than usual, dizzy, even. That’s when you notice your lover still latching onto you. Instinctively, you try to stop him but his grip on your wrist pins you down with no way to move out, and that’s when it all comes back to you. He was going to kill you, turn you into a vampire, make you his dark consort. 

You feel yourself getting colder and colder, his grip on your wrists tightening, leaving you with your last bruises. Your world grows dark and a tear streams from your eye as they get shut tightly. Nothing hurts anymore: not the fangs in your neck, not his hands holding your wrists down, not his weight upon you. 

This was for the greater good, to make you better, make you stronger, keep you safe. You trusted him, and you would welcome this new life he offers you. You wouldn’t be afraid of anyone ever again. In your last seconds of consciousness, you use what you have left of your remaining lifeforce to try and whisper his name, as a thank you for caring, thank you for everything, please help me through this, please never leave my side, A–…

“Star…”

I love you.

And you did, until your very last breath.

-

He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges

I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight

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ASTARION SFW HEADCANONS:

yall he would be so embarrassed by how vampires are portrayed in the media. like enraged 😭😭 he feels like they make him look like a joke and would refuse to watch/read anything with vampires in it bcz nobody ever gets it right. but if modern day tav DID ever get him to watch twilight with them he would be like shrinking into his shirt from secondhand embarrassment AT FIRST but i feel like he would eventually get invested LMAO like u know how dads stand in front of the tv and get stuck there bcz theyre too interested lol that kind of vibe

sooo hedonistic and materialistic like he loves all things luxurious, chocolates, expensive fabrics, comfortable furniture etc. he does NOT want to settle for anything less. but this also means he expects the same for tav 🥰 but he's kind of messy too? like it makes sense with being materialistic bcz eventually youll have lots of clutter. his tent has all kinds of unnecessary shit

hes lowkey sentimental. LOWKEY THOUGH he would never admit it. like if tav ever gave him something like idk, a necklace they found or something and said it made them think of him he'd literally keep it forever and ever. dont call him out on it tho bcz he'll get defensive af 😔 HES SUCH A BABY

tav and him will argue A LOT but thats because he purposely pushes ppls buttons. (nsfw mention) its like foreplay to him and if u read the nsfw section youll see why lol

so sooooo jealous but only if he feels like youre getting too close to someone else. like initially i dont think tav sleeping with someone else makes him jealous bcz of his backstory like he doesnt rlly view sex as something that only happens between two ppl that love each other and thats what would bother him the most. and i think hes only open sexually bcz hes conditioned himself to be that way, like maybe after a while of being with tav it really would start to bother him if they were sleeping with other ppl and he'd eventually want to be exclusive.

also he cares abt tav so much. like he pretends like he doesnt but if they freak him out enough theyll see just how much he worries abt them and wants them safe 😭❤️

love language:

giving = words of affirmation. he loves to call tav pet names and comment on how good they are at things and how good they look etc. he LOVESSS it especially if tav responds to it in any way (physically or verbally) bcz he also loves to tease lol. also dare i say physical touch? like just innocently touching tav all the time. this i feel bcz he (spoiler???) rlly enjoyed the hug during his confession scene and also wants to hold tav's hand after. (end of possible spoiler) like he'll prolly do little things like rub tav's back or caress their face randomly while theyre talking to him lol all very sensual tho hes a very sensual man

receiving = words of affirmation and physical touch lol both in the way i described before. i dont think he would like tav teasing him tho most of the time he gets genuinely pissed off 😹😹😹 hes just a lil short tempered

apparently hes 5'9 but i dont know where thats coming from lol i dont get that vibe he looks pretty lanky i would say between 5'11-6' is more realistic like lets be honest a 5'9 man lured back all those victims for cazador? be so fucking for real 😭😭 also decent muscle tone not scrawny but not SWOLE

ASTARION NSFW HEADCANONS:

lets go girls and gays 👯 for starters i dont really see him enjoying being submissive at all like u had to roll a 15 to even get the mf to say 'please'. i think this is especially because he hates having his autonomy taken away from him but he has a controlling personality in general (he was deciding ppls fates as a magistrate before cazador 🧍🏼like HELLO what the fuck was that 😹😹) . he likes to call the shots BUT i dont think hes selfish (kinda feel like hes a giver lowkey?? are we feeling the service dom allegations ??) he just withholds what tav likes until they do what he wants or theyre good for him. he always remembers to reward them tho 😇

he LOVES BRATS (hence the arguing mentioned before) !!!!!!! theyre his absolute favorite like theres something abt putting someone in their place that turns him on so much. theyre also so fun. he usually does it by being mean and degrading them tho lol. but once they submit to him hes so soo sweet. theyll also get bonus points for calling him something that implies hes above them (daddy, sir, master) but he wont make them. he prolly likes to see if he can make them do it voluntarily for an ego boost lol.

hes sadistic in the sense that he likes to “hurt” tav but not in extreme ways. he likes them too much for that. like he'll pull their hair and choke them (bite them) or something but he wont cause them horrific pain if u catch my drift. i still feel like hes into seeing them cry tho lol like if they go to him for a shoulder to cry on he'll try to act sympathetic but he'll also pop a boner HELP HES THE WORST

takes forever to cum like bro 🙄 I GOT RUG BURN ON MY PUSSY !!!! also has a very attractive pp probably 6-7 inches? like its textbook perfect. upwards curve. pink tip. shall i go on.

he wont do this to a one night stand but if he likes tav enough he'll want to mark or claim them in some way. like leaving bite marks and bruises EVERYWHERE or even cumming inside them.

also not as kinky as u would think like keep ur questionable kinks away from this man he will judge so hard. MAJOR kink shamer. in short no u cannot piss on him lmao leave peepaw alone

aftercare with him depends. at first its rlly cold and u get corny rehearsed lines and he cant wait to go sleep by himself 😭😭😭 BUT after he catches feelings hes very attentive and will help tav clean up. also will prefer to stay with them until morning.

[tellmeallaboutit]

non-Raphael (almost) prompts : Choose One

TW: SOME ARE DARK AND CONTAIN NON-CON.

New Money, Old Money. You are marrying Rugan, who is filthy rich with new money. You're having a tasteful gown/underwear made specially for the wedding by Raphael, a highly sought-after tailor. You assume he's not interested in women and try to ignore the way his increasingly intimate touches turn you on.

My Work (To Do You) Is Not Yet Done. Enver Gortash, Managing Partner at Bane Capital. A. Durge, Chief Investment Officer at Bhaalckrock, Inc. Both high powered, ruthless executives at competing private equity firms. If they were to ever be witnessed meeting, they could be arrested for violating the Antitrust act. They meet in secret to collude on business matters and bedroom matters.

Kill Switch. Bellar picks up a girl in a tavern thinking she's a sub. Once they get into the bedroom tho things take a turn and he realizes he actually enjoys getting dommed.

You Bet Your Ass (No Seriously You Did). Zhentarim Tav makes a bet with Rugan. The stakes were jokey - that the winner could fuck the loser in the arse. She loses the bet and they laugh the whole thing off as a joke. Later, Tav is on nightwatch and Rugan comes to find her...

Banite Rites. Rugan and Gortash initiate a new Banite Tav into their ranks. Gortash is the bad guy, Rugan is the good guy. Little does Tav know they are both bad guys.

[bloodbending]

spoilers for bg3 act 2. not a big story spoiler but a great character interaction i had (i know this game has been out for a while but just in case lmao)

i naturally love the astarion character. him being a sultry vampire with a hidden agenda/dark past/self-protective “act” and an amazing VA who is clearly having the time of their life… it was over for me before i even picked up the game.

i’m not romancing him in my first playthrough for many reasons..

1) i’m a goody goody character and i’ve decided to try and play naturally the first time without worrying too much about maintaining my morals and romancing him at the same time

2) karlach is my lawfully wedded wife

so instead, i’ve gone for the next best thing— good-naturedly irritating the absolute fuck out of him, lmao

i’ve enjoyed imagining him and my Tav nurturing a sibling rivalry. it started in Act 1’s grove party, when he insinuated he wanted to have some fun with someone. when my character said “are you saying you want to ‘have fun’ with me??” he turned his nose up at me and said “absolutely not, i have STANDARDS” with his full chest. i swear i could hear that VA smiling. which, oh my god, absolutely SENT me… Astarion set my Tav up so bad LMFAO

i leaned in. in my head, my Tav lowkey understands that Astarion isn’t actually cruel, but guarded, so she doesn’t take his remarks personally and is more invested luring out his bluntness (like i am as a player).

his relationship meter is solidly on “good” tho, so it’s not like he actually hates me, thankfully. every time i switch to him for traps or locks, i love imagining my tav pulling at astarion’s arm and using the most grating voice possible to say “astarioooooon, there’s so many traaaaaps, please won’t you lend me your special standards and help out?” and him being like “🙄 really?” and i love it lol.

in my head Astarion is doing a bit. the “i will not stop complaining to hide the fact that i actually really enjoy being part of this team” bit. love that for him.

it’s important to note that up until yesterday, any time i’d talk to him to add him to my party, he would say the standard “well what can i do for you?” or “… yes?”

now! yesterday, i made it to the blood elf lady in moonrise who wants astarion to bite her. i’m woman enough to admit that i was 1000% mesmerized by her dom energy and was willing to let her drain me to the last drop. both the writers and the VAs deserves one million dollars for that scene

but the second she started treating astarion like a thing, assuming i was his “owner” or whatever, she shattered the vibes! i was instantly defensive 😭

astarion refused to bite her, and when the lady asked me to command him to bite her, i obviously chose the “he’s a person (you fucking dick!) and he said no” option

i had genuinely been moved to drop my own teasing relationship and defend him as my friend. i didn’t even want to chose the dialogue option that would’ve fit how i’d played it so far (something like “you DON’T want to bite her, Astarion? i’m a bit surprised”)

ever since that one interaction, Astarion’s voicelines have changed completely!

i was so taken aback when i chatted with him after and he said “Hello my dear (genuine)” or “How can I help you, my friend?”

i thought maybe it was serendipitous— maybe that approval just so happened to nudge my metered relationship w/ Astarion across a certain threshold— but i’d checked his meter before and it didn’t change significantly at all. definitely not enough to warrant this 180 flip, i don’t think

that was fucking rad! i like to think that from astarion’s POV, my tav had gone out on a limb and showed she does genuinely care for him. and maybe now he can start seeing her as a true ally and friend. even though i am annoying, of course.

i’m struck by what a great character moment that was. honestly kudos to the writers and devs for making that a pivotal beat in the astarion/tav relationship, regardless of it being platonic or romantic. this game is full of moments like that — it makes it so addicting and satisfying!!

[sybaritick]

Describe your favorite durgetash dynamic for us? And do you prefer the "Canon" Dark Urge or your own Durge when writing?

oooooh this is a fun question, thank u!

i don't have my own Durge outside of the "canon" one-- I like to write the white dragonborn sorcerer, with no name but The Dark Urge. (I do have a Tav tho.) I definitely enjoy reading about others' Durges, but I feel no need to make one myself.

i love their dynamic having a lot of power struggle to it, especially early on. at first Gortash thinks the Bhaalspawn will be easy enough to manipulate into compliance; at first the Dark Urge thinks Gortash is just another politician, just another Banite, and just another body.

they each come to respect the other for being a more formidable opponent than anticipated, and because they realize they have more in common than either of them would be willing to admit. one fun part of this is that gortash is not quite the perfect lawful-evil a Banite could be-- his human appetites for power and sex and revenge are too obvious. he is not the perfectly emotionless machine he perhaps wishes he could be. in the same vein, the dark urge is not the perfectly chaotic evil creature someone like Orin is; he is too much of a thinker, a planner, for that. he's just a little too smart to be exactly what was expected of him. and he's a more effective killer for it-- not less. even tho gort is still LE and durge is still CE, they both have that taste of ruthlessly-practical self-interested NE to them...

in terms of sex, i like Gortash to dom (even more so if he is trans) but that doesn't necessarily mean he has to top-- i think he usually tops, but he can take dragonborn dick like a fucking champion, he'd hold durge's leash while he does it. :3 i think he's primarily a sadist but definitely also a masochist-- you have to be, to want to fuck a bhaalspawn as badly as he does. the pain sings in him like the pleasure. also, he wouldn't admit it but he likes the talking back from Durge, the disobedience, the challenge. all the more fun to subjugate someone who puts up such a glorious fight. also DEFINITELY going hard on that disgusting, insatiable obsession with truly owning durge, the desire to chip away at his autonomy and independence, to condition him into being a perfect little pet, a lovingly polished weapon, a favorite toy... Gortash won't get what he wants, but Durge always has to be a bit on guard for the ways his favorite Banite tries to coax him into surrendering a bit more of himself every time.

durge i like to write as a switch at heart, and absolutely a lunatic of a sadist. but when he is submissive he's submissive in that he craves the relief of freedom from The Weight Of Decisions/Complexity but he absolutely cannot admit it to himself. he'll struggle to the last because he knows if he gives gortash an inch he'll take and take and take. but see-- holding onto just a shred of control is terrifying. Durge is too fully aware of what he's doing, the ever-present threat of his father, the threat of their alliance. Fully letting go, though-- all of that is gone. Nothing more to worry about but the delicious mindlessness of it all, nothing but formless sensation. Just give in.

[cgm-rps]

Rp partner search!!

updated 10/12/23

hey everyone! my name is taylor, and i'm looking for some new rp partners! i've never made one of these posts before so here goes nothing :D (also i'm doing this very quickly so it's nothing special)

about me: i'm 27, i live in the EST zone (North Eastern USA), and i've been rping for like... 14 years now? that's crazy anyway, i'm looking for something long-term, something we can get really invested in. i get reeeaally into my characters and i'm looking for someone who does the same! i have a few rules, so i'll put those here, that we you'll know if we're compatible before you read the rest.

Rules:

18+ is a MUST. I will not rp with minors, sorry :/

be literate with english please

i don't require a bunch of paragraphs, but i would prefer at least a few sentences per reply. i find it to be much more natural to do short, rapid-fire responses. plus i'm working during the day so i can't do long replies during that time anyway!

please don't try to control my characters, if there's something you want to change just ask and we can work something out!

i only do doubles, that way we both get a storyline that we want!

i ask that you don’t offer to play a character unless you feel confident in playing them! that way it’s fun for everyone.

i am looking for someone very comfortable/well versed with smut and other dark subjects. this is really important as i like to have NSFW aspects be a good part of my rps!

i am kink-friendly and taboo-friendly, to an extent. hard limits: scat/urine, feet, under 18 smut, and incest(step-whatever is fine). everything else is fine as long as we discuss first!

i am also looking for someone who obsesses as much as me, for example: show me pinterest boards, playlists, outfits, pictures, etc for our characters! let's obsess together!!

i rp on discord, so we can make a private server with lots of channels for the stuff mentioned above!

now that that's out of the way, let's talk fandoms!

Fandoms: (ranked most wanted to least)

Baldur’s Gate 3/D&D

Stranger Things

Harry Potter

MCU

A Court of Thorns and Roses (I'm only on the second book tho)

wanted plots:

my oc x toxic!dracomalfoy: enemies to lovers, possessiveness, dom/sub, toxic relationship, dark themes, very angsty

my oc x evil!loki: kidnapping, dub-con, stockholm syndrome, enemies to lovers, DARK

oc x fae: ACOTAR vibes, dark fantasy setting, possible arranged relationship?? who knows

princess!oc x knight/guard: forbidden relationship, dark fantasy themes

my tav/oc x astarion: sweet/good tav, corruption kink(?), manipulation, astarion eventually turns good, either during the main plot line or au!

just ask and i can probably make something work! i'm very flexible and i want to make some friends and write some cool stuff!! if it sounds to you like we'd be compatible, just shoot me a dm! can't wait to meet you! :)

[hijackalx]

SHADOWHEART SFW HEADCANONS:

 ok she can kind of be a cunt i dont think she ever stops being a cunt but she just adds more sweetness gradually. like eventually shes sooo sweet and mellow but she still has a snarky side that shows up randomly and catches tav off guard lol. she cant help it shes just so sassy 🤭

i think part of it is that she has a short temper but she tries to work on it for tav. like if they say something stupid to her she has to close her eyes and count her breaths like shes just so smart and its frustrating being around ppl who are stupid asf all the time 😹😹😹 i think shes prolly the smartest person at camp and its lonely at the top fosho still she loves tav theyre her dumb little baby

i feel like shes a mega introvert too but tav is like her chosen person like being with tav doesnt drain her like the other companions do. even if tav is extroverted she still just loves them and loves being with them. their relationship is so bonita

shes very defensive too and doesnt trust easily at all so when she learns to trust tav it creates like the strongest bond ever which might become a problem if tav tries to leave oop u can never unshart

waittttt ok so shes definitely an avoidant attachment girly 😭 like shes so used to pushing people away and not letting them get close so tav making it past her barrier is like the biggest feat of their life lol

love language:

giving= quality time

being avoidant attachment shes scared of vulnerability like crazyyyyy so showing any affection in other ways is a big N.O. until later in their relationship then she'd prolly be likeeeee....... idk i feel like she could be any. but yeah shes not the lurker type like lae'zel i think shadowheart will just straight up ask to join them with her fingers and toes crossed lol (subtly ofc)

receiving= acts of service

she lovesss when tav goes out of their way to do things for her even little things like opening a door for her or pulling out a chair for her to sit in eugh thats so cute 😩 i can see her doing that little idle stance she does with her hand held up and a hip cocked while waiting like ok miss thing. but she likes it in like a princess-treatment way not in a toxic way? or smthng lol. but yeah go slay the big monsters for her so she can heal u after ❤️ (sometimes with kisses)

majorrrrr 5'6 vibes from shart maybe 5'8 i can see both. even tho thats kind of short for a model shes just giving model always like body-wise she got them longgg legs and arms and she just so built 😩😩😩 i think i just nutted for real

SHADOWHEART NSFW HEADCANONS:

 DOMMMM !!!!! shes dom asf boy like she is a princess and will do wtf she wants. loves to ride. if tav is afab she'll want them to wear a strap or she'll ride their thigh or something. will sit on their face too. literally just anything to make them seem beneath her ughhhh she loves it. also for the afab thing i just know she likes scissoring too 😭😭😭

is pretty kinky like she likes bondage, s/m, gagging (is that what its called?), maybe incorporating leather and stuff like that. WHIPS !! typical bdsm stuff

also really likes oral but mostly receiving. doesnt really care for giving at all. she loves to pull tavs hair during it and instruct them on what to do like yk she be barking orders 🗣️‼️

i dont think she'd be into pet names or anything? i just cant see her doing that for some reason. she makes a lot of noise tho, prolly bcz she likes to hear herself lol

has a pretty high libido like shes trying to smash almost every NOIGHT so yalls tavs better be ready. tbf she was probably a virgin before she met tav too so shes got some catching up to do

shes an innieeeee and she gets hella wet like drippinnnn. irresistible fr. bring that lil hot dog bun ova here gurl

i think shes surprisingly sweet during aftercare. like she'll caress tav's head and give them kisses its a rlly big contrast from her bratty princess behavior during the act lol. maybe she lowkey feels bad for being so intense during sex but she'd never admit it. yalls tavs prolly like it anyway.

[lucrezianoin]

honestly I'm new to vampire fiction myself!! I've only read more modern stories. dracula is my next read 👀 but the obvious tropes are like, always hungry never satisfied, seductive, extremely powerful, their way is the only way. dowry of blood was definitely toxic relationship and abuse cycles. usually also victims tend to use cunning rather than power to overthrow the main vamp (since theyre so. strong)...that's something that bg3 did a bit differently. ascended astarion is a bit of cunning tho since he completed a ritual not intended for him, but ultimately it still came down to an actual fight (obv for video game purposes)

but oh my god I hadn't seen that karlach scene. absolutely heart wrenching. ascended astarion is tragic, toxic, but so compelling.

Yeah, the whole seduction thing is BIG. I guess that is also why I am not a fan of vampires, given that it is often associated with manipualtion and keeping a victim entrapped.

OH YEAH the karlach scene is BAD. It is actually sickening, and I think there is no way for people to imagine ascended Astarion is this lovable dom unless they turn around and decide that something was wrong in Karlach and it was her fault, but their own Tav is "different".

[sybaritick]

kinktober 2023: request fics from me!

I've seen a few prompt lists that looked pretty good, but I'm deciding to just make my own prompt list because this way if you make a request, you already know it's something I'm interested in potentially writing about

anyway, send me an ask, anon if you prefer, and request what you'd like to see and I'll do some of em! not every day in October but when I have the time. the fics will probably be a little over 1000 words, that's what I did last time I did kinktober :)

ships I know well enough to take requests for:

Baldur's Gate 3: happy to ship Tav with any of the companions, or do really any combination of the companions here, though ofc you know my soft spot for Astarion and Gale

Detroit: Become Human: i have written like 15 kamcon fics what's one more. i can also potentially do gavin/rk900 tho if ur into that]

Ex Machina [2015 movie]: go nuts i love this movie so i would be happy to write fucked up stuff about it

Fantastic Beasts: graves/credence

Good Omens: aziraphale/crowley :)

Hetalia: I'm open-minded about ships here. mostly into Ivan, Al, and Yao (in any potential combination) but you know, just nothing too fluffy lmao

Scum Villain/SVSSS: never written for it before but i do love them so why not!

Tales from the Borderlands: rhack lol

The Arcana: I should have put this under "A" for arcana and not "T" for the. what is this amateur hour? anyway my favorites are Julian and Lucio especially together

None Of These: if you have an idea that is non-fandom and i could just make up some characters for it, you can suggest that too!

my prompts:

leather/latex

medical kink/doctor and patient

breeding/pregnancy

virginity/first time

edging

vore

double penetration

hypnosis/mind control

phone sex

tentacles/xenophilia

bratty sub

threesome (or more!)

furry

bondage/shibari/restraints/handcuffs

crossdressing/forced feminization

office sex/boss and secretary

humiliation/degradation

predator and prey

body swap

omegaverse

oviposition

feeding/weight gain

stuck/trapped

interrogation

professor and student

sadism/masochism

they're both doms and have to fight over it (is there a more succinct description of this)

honeypot/seduction

jealousy

roleplay

robots/AI

ok i really almost ran out of ideas there but done! now get asking