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neckromantics · 6 months

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Love Bites.

Astarion Ancunín-

He could just eat. you. right. up.

SFW. (Mostly)

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Okay, it's not a revolutionary idea or anything, but Astarion is SUCH a biter.

Like, yeah, duh, it kind of comes with the territory of him being a vampire and everything, BUT he's also just.... like that.

Once he begins to grow more comfortable with you and with showing affection in his own ways, it becomes pretty apparent. Secretly, you wonder to yourself if it was something he did before his turning as well, because it's such a common occurrence. You're convinced you could locate the cure for vampirism tomorrow and you'd still find yourself sporting teeth marks all the same.

The first time it happens, you're on a rant.

You’d been out all day on your own, doing some trading around the nearest town while the rest of the gang took a (very rare) day of rest. They could hear your frustrated stomping long before they could see you, but you didn’t even spare them a glance- just flung your dirty boots off to the side before you flung yourself into your vampiric lover's tent with reckless abandon.

He’s busy repairing a seam on one of his shirts-- a couple of pins held between his pursed lips as he focuses on getting the stitches just right-- when you fall down cross-legged onto one of the cushions nearest him, not giving so much as a hello before you start to go on and on about what absolute bullshit your day had been.

Imagine yourself, mad as shit, steam practically coming out of your ears as you recall the way some imbecile in Rivington shorted you a large portion of gold, which resulted in you becoming so distracted that some other imbecile swooped in and stole your backpack of priceless scrolls right off your person. The lengths of which you had to go to get it all back were absolutely ridiculous. Mind numbing, even.

(The next time something like this happens to you when you're alone, magic-user or not, you are going to use the last of your brain cells to summon the power of the weave, and you're going to use it to blow yourself up. Gale-style.)

You’re about to swear that you’re never leaving camp without him again when you finally glance his way, and you aren't expecting to catch him looking right at you.

Carmine eyes examine you with such fondness– such adoration– that you almost forget what you’re angry about when they meet your own. It knocks the wind from your lungs. Shuts you up, that’s for sure.

It’s only then that you realize you haven’t even said hello to him. Gods, you didn’t even ask if you could come in. You just inserted yourself into his space like it was your own and made a fool of yourself.

Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to mind.

At some point in your story-telling, he’d finished his little project and settled in to listen, clearly amused at just how angry you are as you gesture about with bloodied hands, childish insults flying past your lips with such earnestness that he has to bite back a laugh. You truly are so adorable when you’re angry, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than…. well.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as he leans in close, and before you can question him he’s digging his teeth into your clothed shoulder with such force that you’re amazed he doesn’t break the skin.

Something about the way his nose scrunches up when he does it makes your heart do disgusting, lovesick cartwheels in your chest.

The next time you're doing laundry, you find the two, twin sized holes that his fangs left behind in your tunic, and it makes you smile like an idiot for the next hour.

You get used to being on the receiving end of his affectionate bites pretty quickly. It's honestly become one of your (many) favorite things about him.

He doesn't really do it in front of other people, which is understandable. But, he does click his teeth at you when you're being especially, delectably sweet to him. Just a click click of bared fangs as a warning so you know to stop being so damn nice to him all of the time.

As if.

How you reach up to swipe away some blood from his face when no one is looking, and he pulls one of the tips of your fingers into his mouth for a little appreciative nibble.

The way he smirks at you when you pull your hand away with a small huff of a laugh, your own face a little warmer beneath the pad of his thumb as he returns the favor.

When you're alone in his tent late at night, and he tells a joke that has you laughing so hard your face hurts. He'll press his teeth to the apple of your cheek, flushed and rounded by how hard you're grinning.

He could just eat. you. right. up.

The abuse your bottom lip receives when you’re sharing a particularly passionate kiss. How the point of a fang sometimes nicks the plush skin if he’s not careful enough. The happy little noise he makes when the taste of your blood hits his tongue leaves you far too breathless to even consider complaining.

Sometimes, it's just how he greets you.

You'll literally be sitting down, doing absolutely nothing but minding your own business, and he'll come over and chomp down on whatever part of you he can reach like he's kissing you hello.

Likes hearing the way your heart-rate picks up whenever he comes up from behind while you’re especially distracted. He gets you by the waist, pulls you off balance to get a better angle and bites down on your neck in the most theatric, Dracula-esque fashion.

Complete with a rabid growl that tickles your skin and has you shaking with laughter.

He's learned not to startle you too much, though. After all, given everything that's happened, you're more of a "stab first, wonder who it is later" type of person, and he'd rather not get shivved with whatever sharp object is nearest you at the time.

He soothes whatever small pain he might have caused in his dramatics with a soft kiss. A dozen or so more, wet and wanting, trailing from beneath your ear to the place where your pulse pounds away for him. That lovely pulse of yours, growing ever faster with each lingering press of his mouth.

And if you shiver and oh-so casually bring up how you'll let him feed from you tonight if he'd like? That's your own business.

#bg3 #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #bg3 tav #baldurs gate headcanon

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astarioffsimpmain · 4 months

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Follow Me to Pleasure

(Gale GIF by: @lathanderr)

Astarion x Gale x Plus Size F!Tav

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, blow-jobs, ass slapping, praise kink, double penetration (vaginal), double creampie

Synopsis: Mostly porn without plot, but it's a 1-shot connected to this fic! Astarion and Gale team up to bring you pleasure like you've never known; the boys are sweet af; consent is key; two doting boyfriends who love you a LOT

Author's Note: This is probably the most difficult smut I have ever written. It took me a long time and several rewrites, as well as multitudes of mini beta-reading doses, so thank you to those of you that have helped me write this fic, and helped me through my brain-no-work sludges. I appreciate and love you all!

“Gods, darling.” Astarion moaned softly, his fingers threading through your damp locks as you licked a generous stripe up the underside of his thick cock with your tongue. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hole, collecting the salty precum as you went, your eyes rolling back in your head when he twitched. You never thought this was something you would enjoy, but having the handsome vampire moaning and writhing at the warmth of your mouth had you keening around his pulsing member as you sucked him further in.

“Mmph!” you cried out around Astarion’s cock as long, thick fingers pressed against your slit from behind.

“Gods above, you’re already so wet, my love.” the wizard’s voice crooned in your ear approvingly. “Does taking his cock alone truly make you this excited?”

You hummed in response, nodding your head enthusiastically, your mouth bobbing up and down on the vampire’s length, pulling another moan from the recipient’s throat. His fingers gripped your hair harder, tugging you closer, further down onto him until you tapped his hip lightly to let him know you were at your limit. With a grunt, he released your hair, his hands instead trailing over your shoulders, arms, then around to your breasts. He cupped each of them in his hands and squeezed, sending jolts of pain and shivers of pleasure coursing through you; down your spine and then straight back up as Gale massaged your swollen folds, pressing kisses in the dimples of your hips before slowly trailing his lips and tongue up your body.

“Om, geemmmf!” you cried Gale’s name, only a muffled wail reaching the men’s ears as your cheeks hollowed out around Astarion’s throbbing cock.

“Oh, she likes that, Gale.” Astarion purred, brushing several stray hairs out of your eyes as the wizard prodded your entrance. Gale didn't respond, his eyes focused on the way your back arched forward away from him, pressing your rear closer to him as he teased your folds with his digits.

"Fuck, Tav." He growled, an uncharacteristic curse stringing from his lips when he slipped a finger inside of you. You keened as the rough pad of his middle finger rubbed a blazing heat in your velvety folds, the delicious squelch a noise forever burned into the minds of the men handling you. Astarion's hips rutted involuntarily at the sound and he groaned.

"Let me taste her." He commanded, eyeing the round of your ass where he knew Gale’s hand was splayed. The wizard nodded, rendered silent by his lust, and pulled his finger from you, earning a whimper from below him. He offered the soaked digit to Astarion, who drew it into his mouth greedily and sucked. The combined moans of the two men above you sent shivers down your spine as Astarion cleaned Gale's fingers of your slick. You released Astarion's cock from your mouth and opened your lips to ask for a taste of your own when Gale’s finger delved back into you without warning, and a high pitched whine was all that came out in the question's place.

"F-fuck, Gale!" You cried, now up on all fours as the wizard prepped you for another finger, and he moaned in response, pumping his own cock, already half hard, against the curve of your rear.

"Don't forget about me, darling." Astarion cooed, his face suddenly inches from yours. Leaning towards him, you captured his lips without hesitation, pressing your tongue onto his, begging him to taste himself in your mouth. He groaned into your mouth and pushed you upright against Gale’s bare chest. You wrapped an arm up around the wizard’s neck on instinct, and Astarion seemed fully delighted with how much access that maneuver gave him to your plump tits, now dangling dangerously in front of his vermillion gaze. "Add another finger. She can take it. Can't you, love?" He murmured, his lips brushing the place where the little scars from his fangs were on your neck. Your hips bucked in response, the residual pleasure from him biting you stoking an insatiable fire in your core, and you nodded fervently, aching for more friction. "Good girl." Astarion whispered, his breath tickling your ear with warmth before it disappeared in an instant and his lips closed around one of your pert nipples instead.

You moaned loudly, Astarion's praise sending enough extra slick to your core to allow Gale’s index finger to slide inside of you with little resistance. You trembled as he pumped in and out of you, your orgasm barreling closer with every curl of Gale’s fingers and flick of Astarion's tongue. "Ah, I'm- Stari!" You cried, your free hand finding his locks and tugging.

"Come for us, darling." He mumbled around your nipple, the sensation and his permission sending you spiraling out of control. Your legs shook as your eyes squeezed shut and you plunged off the precipice into a white hot eruption of bliss.

Your senses returned to you slowly; the soft blanket beneath you, the veil of sweat suspended in the charged air around you, the gentle hands cascading over your skin: soft, rough, warm, cold; kisses being dropped on your shoulders, your back, your breasts, your stomach. You hummed softly in approval as your breathing slowed and two sets of strong, loving arms embraced you from the back and front. You peeled one eye open only to meet the loving gaze of a pair of red ones staring back at you. "Hello." He purred, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

"Hi there." You replied. You giggled then, a gurgled, happy thing that infected the vampire enough to have him chuckling back at you.

"Welcome back, my love." A smooth, low voice tickled your ear as Gale leaned down to plop a chaste kiss on the shell of it.

You giggled again. "Thank you."

"How are you feeling?" The wizard asked, his large hand dragging along your stomach in a way you assumed was supposed to be comforting, but was so close to where you were still sensitive that all it did was re-awaken the ache within you.

"Mmmm," you crooned softly, pressing your body further into his touch. "Good." You mumbled, trying to nuzzle your head into Gale’s shoulder despite the awkward angle. A deep rumbling laugh shook your body and you smiled into his damp skin, breathing in his scent deeply, hoping it would settle within you and never leave, much like Astarion's had.

"Are you done for the evening, my darling?" Astarion asked, taking your fingers between several of his own and playing with them. You whipped your head around to face him, a look of what you could only imagine to be shock and affront on your face, and he let out a belly laugh. "Oh Gale, you should have seen the look I was just on the receiving end of. If I were not undead already, you would have to hold a funeral."

"Does that mean that our little love isn't quite sated yet?" Gale teased, his fingers swooping lower on your stomach causing you to squirm. You shook your head, not quite trusting your voice with the answer, however your vampire had other ideas. His fingers were gripping your chin before you knew what was happening, turning your head to face him again.

"Answer him, darling. Use your words."

"I-" you stuttered, your face heating up under his commanding eyes. "I w-want more."

"Mmm perfect." He smirked before crashing his lips to yours and pulling you to him. He sought entrance with his tongue and you gave it to him freely, moaning as he explored your mouth; plundering it eagerly as his hands found purchase on your plump ass cheeks, squeezing them when he wanted you to make more noise for him. You were so caught up in the kiss that you were oblivious to Gale’s movements until you felt a tap on your thigh and broke away from Astarion to find the wizard on his back before you, his stiff cock twitching ever so slightly as your heated gaze raked him up and down.

You stole a glance back at Astarion who was smiling wickedly at you. "Well, darling? Never turn down a willingly offered meal, especially not one this pretty." He stroked his fingers up Gale’s arm, the wizard shuddering in response to his chilled touch and the praise that came with it. You bit your bottom lip, a low whine building from your throat as you shuffled around and swung your leg over Gale’s hips. His hands found the pudge there and he curled his fingers into your soft flesh, holding you steady as you adjusted yourself on top of him.

"Mmm, you look divine, my sweet." He mumbled, staring at you with awe in his eyes. "So pretty and flushed. Your bewitching sex is ready for me, isn't it?" He freed a hand to press several fingers into your slit and you whimpered and flinched, still so incredibly sensitive from your last high. "Shhh, relax, my love." The wizard purred, circling your clit lazily with his thick fingers and dipping them inside. The pleasure soon overrode the pain again and your hips bucked reflexively into his hand. He chuckled darkly, then removed his fingers, much to your dismay.

"Galeee…" you keened, dropping your hips to search for the friction you'd lost.

"You've had quite enough of my fingers, my sweet." He leveled you with a mischievous smirk that sent wet heat seeping through your folds. You groaned. "Fine." You smirked in return. "No more fingers."

"Good girl." The two men praised you simultaneously and you bit down on your lip to keep the smile from overtaking your face.

Without warning, you dropped fully down onto Gale’s stomach, his long, curved cock pressed between his abdomen and your swollen folds, and he moaned loudly.

Slap!

"Ungh!" You yelped in surprise, more wetness seeping onto Gale’s skin as you recovered from Astarion's swift slap to your rear.

"That's for being cheeky." He teased, raking his fingernails over the reddening mark on your ass.

"If I punished you every time you were cheeky, you wouldn't have any pale skin le- mmfph! Ah!" You cried out as a slap came down hard to the other cheek.

"Less speaking. More riding, darling." Astarion tutted. "Look at poor Gale, he's being so good, waiting for you." You glanced down at the wizard splayed below you, a flush having crept up beyond his beard on his cheeks; one that then traveled all the way back down to his hairy chest, the orb there glimmering ever so slightly in his excitement. There was an overwhelming sense of adoration in his stare as his palms explored your every dip and curve, but you could feel the undercurrent of impatience growing and decided to gift your lover what he wanted.

Slowly, you dragged your core along the taught muscles of his lower stomach, letting out a low groan at how good his happy trail felt against you. He grunted softly once he realized what you were doing and gave your hips a squeeze of encouragement. You rocked slowly atop him, your hands resting behind you on his knees as you propelled yourself back and forth, your slick coating the hair on his body with a thin film as you rode his muscles. Each time you pressed back onto his cock, you both shared a groan that sent your mind spiraling into oblivion, the world around you no longer all that important when you felt his tip slip between your folds and prod at your clit.

"Please," he murmured softly, his grip tightening on your hips.

"Please, w-what, Gale?" You stuttered, teasing him as best you could while the pleasure fought to take your words. "Use your words." Astarion groaned loudly next to you at his command being used on Gale, his hand stilling against his cock so that he didn't spill too quickly.

The wizard underneath you growled and took over the motion of your hips, rocking you back and forth quickly on top of him, rendering you a mess of moans and whimpers as the pleasure built hot inside of you, but just before it overtook you, Gale clamped down on your hips and stilled you completely. "No.." you whined pitifully, trying to wriggle in the wizard’s hold. But he was stronger than he looked, and you were held fast against him.

"Come here, my love." He smiled after your breathing regulated again and pulled your mouth down to his to capture your lips in a kiss filled with all of the ardor he held for you. "My love, my heart, my everything." He murmured against your lips between every kiss. "Let us become one." You nodded vigorously as his finger prodded the underside of your thigh, lifting yourself onto your knees eagerly; so eagerly that you had Gale chuckling into your mouth as he positioned himself at your slit. "Sit." He instructed, leaving no room for hesitation, and you complied without question, lowering yourself down onto him, your eyes screwing shut as his tip pushed past your opening.

"That's it, darling." Astarion's voice was in your ear, encouraging you. "You're taking him so well, look at you. Let me help you along." You nearly jumped when his soft, cool fingers found your clit and started rubbing circles into it, but relaxed quickly into his touch, the extra pleasure and slick helping you to fully sheath yourself on the wizard’s length, dropping your thighs down to rest once again on Gale’s taut abdomen. All three of you shared satisfied moans once he'd bottomed out inside of you, Astarion's fingers only slowing for a moment before speeding back up again. Gale's hands found your breasts instead, squeezing and flicking your tender nipples with the rough pads of his fingers as you adjusted to his size. "Gale, oh gods, Gale." You keened. The stretch of him already had you delirious, murmuring his name over and over like a prayer as you rutted your hips shallowly.

"By the gods, you feel incredible." He groaned, snapping his hips up to meet yours.

"Wet and tight, isn't she?" Astarion huffed, his breathing labored as he continued to stroke himself.

"So much so, oh gods." Gale said, tugging your nipples between his fingers as you started bouncing on him in earnest. All too soon, your arms and legs tired of the position you were in, so you propelled yourself forward, bracing yourself against the wizard's chest instead, his soft pecs beneath your palms and the stiff peaks of his nipples poking through your fingers. "C'mere, love." Gale growled, his hands closing around your back and pulling you down to meet his lips in a kiss as he held you in place and rutted his hips up into you. The slapping of your thighs colliding with his pelvis and the way his cock curved inside of you to hit the deepest parts of you every time nearly had you toppling over the edge, but Gale’s pace slowed and came to a stop, denying you the release you so desperately craved. Your walls throbbed around his length painfully and you groaned.

"Please, Gale. Please, I need- ungh! Please, gods." You muttered, barely coherent as you were forced down from your high, every limb clinging to Gale's body like a life preserver in your aching haze.

"Shhh, it's alright. Breathe, relax. You'll have what you desire. Won't she, Astarion?" Gale hummed, running a comforting hand up and down your arched spine.

"Of course, darling." Astarion answered from behind you and you curled around to look at him. "Lay down on him, my love, and breathe." You followed his instruction wordlessly, laying your body flat against Gale’s chest, your pebbled nipples pressing against his as you breathed in the scent of old leather, patchouli, and musk. “Good, my love. Keep breathing and trust us. I’ll go slow and take care of you. Tell me to stop at any time, yes?” Astarion swirled his dexterous fingers over your opening where Gale was still buried and you nodded, whining as you tried to push closer to his touch.

"Yes," you whispered, knowing the vampire would want a verbal confirmation before he went any further.

"Mmm what a good girl you are, my love, learning so quickly." He murmured into the crook of his neck as he placed open mouthed kisses there. His fingers stretched you further open with centuries' old expertise and you were moaning loudly, clenching around Gale’s cock and Astarion's two fingers before you could even register how they got there. Gale grunted softly as your walls contracted around him, using every ounce of his willpower to stay still as you rode your high. His hands explored your trembling body, gliding down your back, over the curve of your rear before making their way back up your spine, over your shoulders, and down your arms as you relaxed against his chest and your breathing evened out.

"You're doing so well, my love." He murmured in your ear approvingly, and you shivered with delight at the way his warm breath tickled your ear. Your body slowly turned to mush against his, and you closed your eyes, reveling in how pliantly blissed-out you felt.

"Do you have one more in you, my sweet?" Astarion's crooning voice behind you had you flopping your head to the other side on Gale’s chest and staring into his red-wine gaze, full of mischief, adoration, and unbridled lust.

You started nodding before your mind even caught up to his words. "Mhm." You mumbled softly, curling closer to Gale.

"Excellent." Astarion grinned and pressed his fingers back to your sensitive slit. You retreated from him, the soreness of your abused cunt leaving you reflexively pulling away from him. "Easy, love." His soft voice, full of promises, coaxed you into relaxing again and allowing him to stretch you open, the pain soon easing once more into an intoxicating buzz that had your jaw dropping in a silent whimper. “See what happens when you’re a good girl?” the vampire whispered to you as he used his first two fingers to spread you open for him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you nodded vigorously, humming happily when Gale pressed kisses to the curve of your jaw.

“Breathe, love.” Gale cooed against your skin and you started to allow the air in your lungs when you felt something press against your stuffed slit and gasped - it was much larger than Astarion’s fingers. You whipped your head around and were met with the beautiful sight of your lover's face twisted up in pleasure, his mouth open, showcasing his deadly fangs as he groaned. His abs were taut and his shoulders tense as he worked his tip inside of you.

"A-Astarion, oh gods, it's- it's too much!" You cried out and he stopped immediately, his brows un-furrowing and his eyes opening wide with concern. "T-too fast." You said breathily, fear warring with desire inside of you. "Go slower… please."

"Darling, are you sure? We don't have to do this. Gods know I have plenty more ways to make you scream in pleasure." He reassured you, his cold hand stroking down your back gently.

"Yeah, don't push yourself, love. Not if it hurts you." Gale said, giving your upper arms a squeeze.

Their care and consideration for you made up your mind and you took a deep breath. "No, I want this. I want to do this with both of you. I'm just… nervous. Please, please take care of me." You murmured, taking a moment to look each of your wonderful lovers in the eyes.

"We will always take care of you, my love." Gale tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and leaned up to press a kiss to your lips.

"Well, I was going to say that but Gale stole it from me." Astarion huffed from your side, but when you looked over to him, his eyes were glimmering with mirth and you smiled at him, welcoming his kiss too. "You're safe with us, darling." He mumbled against your lips and you nodded, relaxing into his touch and immediately breathing a soft yelp into Astarion's mouth as your walls twitched around Gale’s length, aching from both the lack of friction and the overstimulation of staying seated on him for so long.

"Astarion, please."

"Please what, my sweet?"

"I need you inside me."

He moaned against your mouth, stroking himself again before shuffling back behind you and relining himself with your entrance. "Alright, darling; my beautiful, beautiful love. Lay down and kiss your wizard."

Gale chuckled in response and guided your lips to his as you melted into him, your rear raising higher as you bowed low to wrap your arms around his neck. Gale’s tongue intertwined with yours and you hummed as you entered this passionate dance with him. You grunted when you felt Astarion press into you, but then his cockhead disappeared and you cried out into Gale’s mouth when you felt his tongue lick a sudden, salacious stripe up your slit. Gale shuddered at the sensation of Astarion's tongue on his sheathed member and clutched you closer to him, bucking up into you shallowly as Astarion repositioned again.

This time, when he entered you, the stretch didn't burn as badly and you bowed back, welcoming him inside you with a high pitched mewl. You felt the vampire’s cold spit dribble down between your bodies as he pushed you back down onto Gale and urged his cock further inside of you. “S-so full,” you babbled, curling your arms around Gale’s shoulders and holding on for dear life as Astarion’s length joined Gale’s, filling you to the brim. You gulped down air, crying out with every exhale as you lost track of whose hands were massaging your body and which pair of lips caressed your skin. You were on fire, a hedonistic rapture like you’d never known possessing all of your senses at once as the two men rolled their hips into you with rapid, shallow thrusts.

“Going to let us come inside you, my love?” you heard the words somewhere far away, distant in your fugue state.

“Yes! Gods, yes, please- please oh gods Gale- Astarion! Gods!” you cried out, tears streaking your cheeks as the pleasure overtook you and you clamped down hard on their cocks. The sounds of your moaning and screaming bounced off the walls of Astarion’s tent while they worked you through your climax, pumping you full until they too, one right after the other, groaned in ecstatic bliss as they stilled inside you to coat your walls white with their spend.

Little by little, the tent descended into a comfortable quiet as the three of you came down from your highs and naturally curled against one another in the aftermath. Reaching for the damp cloths he had summoned, Gale used one to gently wipe away the excess fluids from your swollen slit. You gasped when the material touched you, wincing as you pulled away from him. But Astarion was behind you, and he held you fast. “Let him work, darling. It’s alright, I know it’s sensitive. You were such a good girl for us.” he pressed a tender kiss to your temple and you relaxed in his hold, giving Gale a nod to continue. After he finished, you reached for a new cloth and cleaned him and Astarion, pressing your lips to each of theirs in deep kisses that you hoped would convey what words could not; you loved them - madly, deeply, and truly. You were theirs forever if they would have you. They both seemed to get the message, each cradling your face and gifting you all the tenderness and ardor that only a lover could.

When you were finished, Gale laid down against Astarion’s multitudes of pillows - an action for which you were certain, if the vampire had not been so completely blissed out as he was now, would have been snarked about - and pulled you gently to his chest, your back pressing up against his warmth. You hummed in contentment as the wizard’s arm snaked around your front and curled around your soft stomach, drawing lazy circles there with his thumb. “Mmm Astarion, c’mere.” you murmured, opening your arms to the vampire, who eagerly slid in beside you to face you, tangling his legs with yours and Gale’s and curling his body around yours like a blanket. You breathed in the scent of his cool skin, your nose pressed against his pec; rosemary and bergamot. It was the most familiar scent in the world to you now, and Gale’s combination of patchouli and vanilla was quickly following, and you let your eyes drift closed as your lovers pressed in closer.

“I love you both so much.” you mumbled quietly, sleep quickly drawing nearer. You felt Astarion pressing kisses to the crown of your head, Gale joining him in the act on your shoulder and you giggled softly, squirming between them.

“We love you too, darling.” Astarion whispered into your damp locks.

Gale, nuzzling your neck. “More than you could ever imagine.”

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galebrainrott · 8 months

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"That's not a Gale-sized hole." "Charmed, I'm sure" “Consider my mouth shut—until you have use for it, of course.” “Which part of me is supposed to fit in there?” "Your desire?" "I'm an open book—needing only your gentle hands."

Gale romancers.... He knows, right? He knows what he's doing. Surely, he knows.

#gale dekarios #bg3 #gale bg3

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egooppidum · 6 months

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So there is a difference between a small and a tiny hole

You should remember that Astarion is not tiny or even small, guys

"Gale-sized hole" kills every time...

#baldurs gate astarion #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate iii #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #baldurs gate gale #wyll ravengard #karlach #shadowheart #minthara #minsc #halsin

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her-satanic-wiles · 8 months

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If it has a pink PS, it means the reader is plus size.

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Titfucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS “Earthly Delight” by @thew0man ART

Glory Hole, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Pregnancy, (Kinktober 2023)

Guess Who? PS

Series

Divine Desires [COMING SOON] PS

You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your early adulthood, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.

One shots

Hate Sex, (Catholic!Reader) (Kinktober 2023) ⛧ Part 2

Public Sex, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Lupercalia

Bejewelled

Guess Who? PS

Series

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Collaring, (Kinktober 2023)

Medical Play, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Thigh Fucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Cardinal Copia) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Teratophilia, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+) PS

Time Travel Prompt (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble)

Outdoor Sex (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Guess Who? PS

Series

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Lost in Translation ⛧ Masterlist

As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?

One shots

Pegging (Kinktober 2023) GN

Praise Kink, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Olfactophilia, (Kinktober 2023)

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Papa Emeritus III) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Free Use, (Kinktober 2023)

Midnight Surveillance DF (21+)

Succin the Ghocc (Ko-fi exclusive drabble)

Tulips and Daisies

Guess Who? PS

Series

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Dubcon, (Fan roleplay) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Orgasm Denial (Kinktober 2023)

Deepthroating & Face Sitting (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Mary "Piss Boy" Goore PS

Era 3

Alpha

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