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ymiwritesstuff · 21 days
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Free use headcanon #3
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Wordcount: 599
Warnings: 18+! Minors do not interact!
Contains: Isobel and Aylin (poly), Raphael and Haarlep
You smiled and nodded as they asked if you were sure. "I am, otherwise I wouldn't have offered it." There is some part that is embarrased about offering to be used whenever but another was thriving. Excited and curious how others would make use of it, wanting to see how they would tick with this new experience.
Isobel Thorm and Dame Aylin
These two ladies have missed each other for so long that they will take any moment they can to jump on each other (and you).
Isobel leads you away, pretending she needs your help with something. You end up in a private room where Aylin is already waiting, she rushes towards you to take your face is her hands and kisses you sweetly. Isobel is pressed up right behind you, her hands travelling down your body as she smiles at the sight of her two favorite people.
Expect a lot of moments where you get dragged away by either Isobel or Aylin, it happens daily and they do make sure that all are soothed.
10/10, will make frequent use of it and will fuck you in all different ways. Aylin and Isobel have really missed you a lot.
Raphael
Actually laughs. Really? As if he doesn't do so already. Listen you are dolled up for him to use whenever, with Haarlep or not, that's always been the case dear mouse.
Raphael tugs at the invisible leash around your neck, you stumble forward, almost falling on your knees and look up. He's in the middle of making a deal and doesn't spare a single glance at you, doesn't even say anything directed to you but you know what he wants right? He taught you well by now as your fingers stroke his cock through his pants, calmly going until he has enough of the deal and goes to take care of himself... with your help :)
For me 10/10, this is nothing new to him and the fact you still get embarresed when he first fucked you right infront of one of his clients was a memory he wouldn't soon forgot. Will only share you with Haarlep, where he will watch and stroke himself as he forces Haarlep to eat you out/give you a blowjob.
Haarlep
Ah little thief running in the house has a few more kinks to explore? How marvelous.
Really you have given him a golden ticket, one he will use whenever the mood strikes which is often... so goodluck dealing with all the exhaustion of fucking him for hours and only getting small breaks inbetween as your overstimulated body shakes
Haarlep keeps thrusting slightly, hands on your hips to help you keep riding his cock more easily. Your body is red and shaking, tears running down your cheeks as you sob that you can't cum again. He tuts and used one of his clawed finger to wipe the tear away, tasting it in his mouth before assuring that "Sure you can little mouse, you want to be good for me and you are so close." His voice low and smooth brings you closer to the egde as you clench around his cock and cry out. Haarlep smiles and is already planning the next way he wants you to cum.
9/10, amazing but.... you are quite literally a fucked out little toy now. A cockdumb pet who has little breaks outside of the boudior unless Raphael calls for it. Haarlep loves the noises you make as he slips up behind you and bites your neck with his teeth, enjoying the shiver going through your body
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ymiwritesstuff · 21 days
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Free use headcanon #2
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Wordcount: 720
Warning: NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Includes: Ketheric Thorm, Enver Gortash, Orin the Red
You smiled and nodded as they asked if you were sure. "I am, otherwise I wouldn't have offered it." There is some part that is embarrased about offering to be used whenever but another was thriving. Excited and curious how others would make use of it, wanting to see how they would tick with this new experience.
Ketheric Thorm
He's an old man, he doesn't see the need to treat like how a disrespectfull young him would have done maybe. Won't even entertain the idea. If he sees you as an equal, you'll be too valuable to him to simply degrade like this...
Will only use this in a sort of loose way where he will give you more pda than usual since he assumes that will make up for it. Be it a hand on your hips or around your waist. Rarely would it be a kiss.
His hand softly grips your hip as he pulls you to him, his eyes on the people walking around as he whispers in your ear. "I rather take my time with you than steal you away and be quick." His lips press against the back of your ear before he pulls away. "You are worth more than just something."
Well 8/10, will not use free use really but prefer to take you when you are both in private :).
Enver Gortash
What a cute thing to propose to him, pet. Gortash is immedaitly on board.
Anytime, anywhere you said? He will pull you onto his lap, hand digging into your sides harshly while telling someone why they should take the deal he is oh so gratefully proposing to them.
Gortash is a possesive man, will stake his claim in any way. Be a hand on your body while he is talking or pulling you onto his lap to cockwarm him while he is writing some letters. Maybe if you are good, he'd reward you with a thrust here and there but don't move too much dear.
The jewelery on his arm cuts into your skin painfully as he forces your body onto his desk while talking to someone, the other hand pushing your legs apart as he pretends nothing is wrong. His business partner might blush and look away but oh no, he invites them to look at his obedient pet, stroking you before entering you, a hiss escaping his lips as Gortash says how tight you are at this moment. If you try to move, he will choke you and tell you to pay attention. Maybe even look at whoever he's talking.
10/10, will use you anywhere. During balls, boring talks, in the hallway where you thought you were alone before pushed against the wall roughly. Enjoys immensely the power and control you give over oh so willingly.
Orin The Red
Free use? Explain? As soon as you do she smiles. Is not hesistant in immedaitly making use of it. Will quite literally fuck you in Gortash's office, making a pretty red mess for him to find and get angry at. Or on Kethric's throne, come on, you told her she could take you anytime, anywhere right?
Will fuck you right next to fresh kills she made or old ones, I mean she'll even take your pretty body on corpses. Loves seeing you covered in blood, wether it's yours or someone elses doesn't matter.
Will sometimes use other forms to fuck you, she likes sometimes fucking you with a cock, watching you writhe on it. Sometimes she is jealous of how you look at people, even if it's just for decency. You don't need that. You and her will be the last ones alive and she will kill you on the altar to Bhaal before killing herself.
You hiss as her knife slices deeper into your flesh, blood seeping out of the wound as she giggled and sticks her tongue inside of the freshly made cut. She sushes you. "Oh but we wouldn't want anyone to just walk... right.... in, would we?" She teases and kisses you, making you taste your own bleed as she grinds against your thigh.
8/10, goodluck! You have a blood thirsty babe who will fuck you anytime, anywhere. Have fun getting all the blood out of your clothes. Oh and especially goodluck with all the gore.
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ymiwritesstuff · 21 days
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Warnings: 18+! Minor do not interact!
Includes: Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Halsin, Wyll, Gale, Minthara
You smiled and nodded as they asked if you were sure. "I am, otherwise I wouldn't have offered it." There is some part that is embarrased about offering to be used whenever but another was thriving. Excited and curious how others would make use of it, wanting to see how they would tick with this new experience.
Astarion
Ah our dear Astarion, at first he has his hesistations, not that he would tell you at first. After all, you did tell him you wanted this but some part has difficulty with it.
Were you truly fine with him taking you whenever? Just like that? Perhaps that was just what you were into but it made him remember his past.
Would absolutely ask multiple times if you were really okay with it and wanted it. Even when first trying it out, he would just ask instead of going for it.
Astarion walks up behind you as you smile while walking around baldurs gate. His eyes glancing over your form before pushing you into a narrow path hidden between houses. His breathing quickens when he hears the blood rushing through your veins faster than before, your eyes wide as you look at him. "You told me whenever right?" You nod. "So how about now?" He asked confidently, faking it just in case. "Only if you want to, I am absolutely fine with whatever you want." You assured him, wanting to ease him when he got that far away look in his eyes.
The comforting helped and he gives into the moment, biting your wrist softly as he looks at you, feeling it to be somehow more intimate than biting you in your neck.
7/10, loves spending time with you, he uses the free use more occasionally to cuddle than fuck you. Will absolutely destroy you if he teams up with Halsin or Shadowheart even, a healthy amount of competition in case of the 2nd one is healthy, right ;) but only after he is completely convinced this is something you truly wants and he's comfortable with free use.
Lae'zel
Tch, doesn't see the point in it really. She takes your body when she wants already from prying eyes. After you explain it some more to her it just seems hmmm.
She does try it because you offered it. Loves to make you gasp or surprise you when she pulls you away from whatever you were doing to eat you out or to ler you eat her out.
Lae'zel keeps her face straight as she walks up quietly to you. Her hands dig into your waist as she tries to throw you onto the ground. You gasp but struggle against her, a smile on her face as she realises you've been training. It takes a while but you're breathless underneath her and she claims another victory. Lae'zel sneers "And now for my price." No amount of begging could make her stop pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, tears rolling down your cheeks as your body cums on nothing but her tongue.
Will actually use the free use as a way to train you more, to not get surprised anymore. 8/10, loves seeing you progress your defense anytime she tries to pull on you to fuck
Shadowheart
"What a curious thing." She would mutter, but hey, who's she to judge. After all this certainly awoke something in her too.
Doesn't matter to her who sees if you are in comfortable spaces, will simply make out with you, touch you all over or pull you away to properly fuck.
Shadowheart smiles as she sees you go into your own tent to grab something, some other party members waiting outside, talking to each other to see you get out. She laughs quietly as you jump at the way her hand pulls you to her by your waist. Her lips pressed against your ear, her other hands sliding down your pants. "They can wait a bit longer, until I get my fill."
9/10, loves using you whenever she wants. Loves surprising you by touching you all day and then suddenly grab you all for herself. Can get jealous easily so be prepared to be grabbed and fucked if she does. Will share your body with Halsin or Astarion (or all of them at the same time)
Halsin
Halsin smiles immedaitly, very into the idea of free use. Wether that be only with him or any others that get to join in. Gets very heated.
This man has a hunger for you that is unreal, the slightest gesture or eyecontact makes him bricked up if it's done by you and since you give him permission use you whenever, he makes the most of it.
You sigh as you wash yourself in the cold water of the river, eyes closed but feeling on edge, as if someone was watching you. You open your eyes to see Halsin get into the water as well, eyes darkened and a smile on his face. His lips are on yours in a flash, his hands cradling your face as he pushes his body against yours. "My heart and soul." He whispers before touching you all over and making you lightheaded as he continues. Never has a bath in the river been so dirty and clean at the same time.
10/10, loves using you whenever and has an absolute hunger for you. Works well with others as well such as Astarion or Shadowheart. Will always make you cum first and makes sure you cum multiple times even if his cock is throbbing to just enter you.
Wyll
His cheeks feel flushed as he looks away for a moment. "Gods I must be flushed." He murmers before listening intently to your explanation.
Needs to warm up to the idea, interested but feels awkward on how to actually undertake it. Give the poor man a helping hand with some... looks at him at the right time.
Wyll swallows and reaches for your wrist. "Come with me." He whispers and drags you away from all the nobles in the room to the hallway where he presses you against the wall, lips hovering nears yours before he presses them against yours passionately. You could feel his arousal pressed against your body and grinned. "Right here? Naughty." You teased him, Wyll simply smiled. "What can I say except you looking so good has awakened something in me everytime I glanced at you."
8/10, will be shy to actually use it but with good words and guiding, you will not be able to find moments alone without him at your side. He never denied he was clingly after all.
Gale
The prospect of your proposal was enough to make him hard, immedaitly. Oh the things he could do were endless so it didn't come as a surprise to him that he agreed oh so eagerly. He wouldn't deny any chance to make you feel good.
Of course, he isn't above using his magical abilities to draw you away from others or distract you to get to him.
Gale's illusion was so life like it almost scared you as you felt it's grip on your wrists, goosebumps appearing on your skin. "Gale invites you for a well earned time off." The illusion whispers, lips pressed against your neck before you feel another warm body pressing against you. "You deserve a break and I, for one, am excited to make you... relax."
Safe to say, Gale took a lot of time to make you relax, hard cock pressed against you but not giving it to you because he wanted to unravel you on his tongue and hands before taking your breath away with other means.
10/10, would make use of it often. Be ready to get whisked away by our favorite wizard. He does play unfair, often opting to use his hand or tongue before even thinking about fucking you darling. Gale loves to eat you more often than not.
Minthara
Wow, so the cat has some claws? She prefers to tease about this but is more of a private lover unless agitated or very very jealous.
Would prefer to ravish you in her own time and keep you coming to her for more and more instead of the other way around. Wether she gives in or not is another matter.
Her laughter is soft and her eyes are sharp as she looks at your naked body infront of her. Minthara's fingers trail down your chest to your lower body and she enjoys the flush on your cheeks and begging eyes. "This is better although I do admit, I think if the wizard saw us like this, he'd finally back away from you." She says lowly
7/10, does not do free use but as said before, wants you to come to her and make her ego feel good. Loves seeing you begging underneath her as she eats you out.
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I've never requested so idk how this works,i saw that that you are having halsin brainrot,ngl me too.So,some time after halsin tells tav that he likes ducks,maybe start act 3,tav gives him a plushie duck,like,made out of socks and the best stuff they could find in this dangerous adventure or somth.or maybe halsin catches them sewing it in the middle of the night,(elves don't sleep,they meditate,and im pretty sure they do it like for 4h so yeah),idk i like making plushies :P
OH how cute!! I hope this turned out nice for you, I kind of mixed both of those ideas you had!! Please enjoy!!
A Stitch for Love
Baldur's Gate 3
Halsin x Tav!Reader
Summary: You knew your way around a needle and after learning of Halsin's liking for a certain animal, you decide to make the most out of your skills to surprise him with a gift.
Notes: Fluff, no major spoilers
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The darkness of yet another night had fallen over the camp and the campfire you had set up in secret. The ember-bed lacked the flames lest you attracted unwanted attention. It was silly, sewing a plushie out of the most humble materials wasn’t exactly something one would have to hide as much as something like Astarion’s vampirism or Gale’s orb, but you felt a ridiculous amount of anxiety to keep this one a secret, especially from Halsin.
The kind druid did so much for you in so many ways, and though you had most likely already returned his affections well enough, you still felt that someone like him deserved something more… mundane. With everything that was going on, life had never felt so chaotic and out of place and you thought crafting something for him would be a reminder that things could still be normal, maybe not for a while, but you thought it better not to lose yourselves in the absurdity of the adventure.
The stuffing you once found on the ground lay beside you, as you made the final touches. You were sure the sheep it once belonged to had long perished, but you were grateful for its donation. The needle you were holding pierced the fabric, again and again, guided by your careful and skillful hands. Your masterpiece would only take shape after it was filled with wool, but you could already see that it was turning out rather nice.
Finding good quality fabric while on the road was unlikely, so you had picked up whatever you could find. Torn tunics, abandoned socks, pieces of a burlap sack, and even a leather piece from a chain mail armor. The end result would be far from consistent, but it was the best you could do, and maybe it would serve as a fine memory of your journey, with each piece of fabric serving as a reminder of a particular region or place.
As you finished sewing the fabrics together, leaving a single hole for the stuffing, you looked at your work. It was flat, obviously, but strangely comforting with its multiple materials and colors. Happy with your preview, you picked up the wool and began stuffing the plushie, making sure to bring all the shapes and details to life. You smiled as you worked, pushing the final pieces of wool in, filling the colorful duck to the brim.
It was only natural that you would make a duck plushie. You’d always remember the way he declared his affinity with them, and it only made him more attractive, and downright adorable to you. 
You turned it around a few times in your hands, ensuring seamlessness and precision. The fabrics held on surprisingly well, and the stuffing made the surface smooth. Your smile widened at your accomplishment and you quickly sewed the hole shut, sealing the duck's newly created insides.
The last step was to sew on some eyes, which lay in your lap in the form of two buttons. They did not match as one was painted red, and the other one maintained its original wooden color and texture. It was far from anything consistent, but you had accepted that long before you even started making the stuffed toy.
The eyes found their place quickly, your hands working gingerly yet quickly to bring this project to an end. 
With final adjustments and inspections, the toy duck came to sit on the palms of your hands. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle or two. It was adorable! All the different materials created the most unique-looking patchwork you had probably ever seen and the way it sat on your hands warmed your heart. You were sure Halsin would-
“What do you have there, my heart?”
The sudden voice made you jump and instinctively, you hid the duck behind you as you turned to face the source of the voice, which of course belonged to your beloved. How opportune.
Halsin had his usual warm expression and his eyes lingered on you and not so much the present you were hiding. In truth, you should have expected him to show up eventually. He was very perceptive and most likely heard you leave your shared tent. It had been a while, so you didn’t blame him for coming looking for you.
You carefully glanced at the crafted duck that you held behind you, framed by the warm lights of the embers. Looking back at him, you spoke:
“Come here.”
It did not take long for the large elf to sit down next to you on the bedroll, a twinge of curiosity sparkling in his eyes. Gods he was handsome. At this point, it was obvious to even a blind goblin that you were hiding something, though you did not necessarily attempt to conceal it. 
This was a good opportunity to show him your work, you thought.
“I made you something.”
“You did?”
You smiled at his expression. How utterly surprised he looked already, despite not even seeing what you were holding yet.
With a nod, you carefully brought the duck from its hiding place and with your free hand took a hold of his. You placed the handiwork on top of his large palm, silently noting how tiny it suddenly looked under his hand.
Halsin looked at the duck and his eyes widened slightly. As you let go of his hand he was quick to examine the gift you had made for him in great detail. He took in the delicate stitches and the marvelous variety of fabrics it was crafted from. And on top of all that, it was a duck.
“You… You made this?” You merely gave him a knowing smile as he looked at the duck again, seemingly overwhelmed by its utter cuteness.
“By Silvanus, it’s… It’s lovely.”
You chuckled at his expression, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly agape. The way he held the plush toy in his hands was delicate as if he was afraid it would crumble right there on his palms. He managed to take his eyes off the toy and look at you, expression and his entire upper body melting in what you could only describe as raw, warm affection.
“My heart, I love it.”
You could only smile at his words, more than happy to hear that he liked your gift with all of its imperfections. Even you had to admit that it was cute.
“I’m happy to hear that, love.”
Halsin then carefully placed the stuffed duck onto the bed roll and encased you in his large arms, embracing you firmly. You wrapped your arms around him, inhaling deeply and enjoying his comforting warmth. His hand ran up and down your back ever so slightly, which only made you melt into him more.
Halsin glanced at the plushie once more before smiling to himself. His insides were filled with radiant joy as he thought about just how lucky he was. Your work was immaculate and to be gifted something handmade from you was a grand honor for him.
You felt his lips on the top of your head and smiled more. His happiness was contagious, as your heart swelled when you thought about his joyous reaction to your gift over and over. How charming.
“Thank you, my love.”
The tone of his voice alone told you that he would surely treasure his duck plushie forever.
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Come - Enver Gortash
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Warnings: Threats, manipulation, violence.
A cold hand wraps around your shoulder, pushing you back against a hard chest. “You still seem to avoid me, dearest.” He whispers coldly in your ear. The jewelry around his hand cuts into your skin harshly as your eyes widen. “What are you doing here?” You gasp out, panicking as none of your friends seem to notice something was wrong. Gortash chuckles lowly, looking out into the crowd in front of him. “Well, you are trying to avoid me while I proposed a nice deal for a good person like you.” Shivers roll down your spine as you remember the conversation it was.
You were forced to appear in front of the new guardian of Baldur's gate, having no choice in the matter as you were plucked off the street by the metal watchers, the ache from their hold on your wrist still hurting vaguely. And there he was, lord Enver Gortash, sitting behind his desk, reading and writing on some documents as you were pushed into the office. “Ah you made it, it’s always a good sign when someone cooperates.” His smile made the goosebumps on your skin rise, but you didn’t know why. “Don’t you agree?” You nod quickly, Gortash stands up from behind his desk and walks towards you, reaching out his hand to shake yours.
"Does it make you nervous when I stare?” You swallow and nod. "A little." His grip is strong like steel, the shake taking slightly too long before he loosened his grip and put his other hand on top of yours. “Yes, in some matters that seems beneficial.” You’re guided towards a chair and sit in it, Gortash leans against his desk, not quite sitting or standing.
“Your family doesn’t reside in the city, do they?” He questions like he already knows the answer. You nod yet again, it was almost by luck that you were able to find a cheap enough place to stay in the city after all. “No, they live outside the city, makes me worried for them with the threat of the absolute on our doorstep. I haven’t gotten any news from them.” Gortash nods absentmindenly. "Yes, something anyone would worry about. I understand that. We're working hard on that front to protect everyone." His answer seems practiced, as if he had said it so many times it would fail to be truth. You swallow thickly and hold your own hands together. "But I can't imagine that's the reason I'm here. So many others are going through the same thing I am."
Gortash rolls his shoulders before focusing his gaze more intensly on you. "You seem to want to go straight to the point, I'll be clear about it then." His hand reaches out to rest down on your knee. "So, you're alone in the city and have made a bit of name for yourself" your cheeks feel flushed thanks to the compliment. "Wether that be through your kindness or cunning as a business owner. That's something I can appreciate as someone in charge." Something feels wrong about the situation, yet you can't help but freeze as he moves his hand a little higher than your knee, resting it on your thigh. "I could use someone like that, I'll be honest. You need protection for yourself and your family. Normally we would look to our citizens first and then the outside but I am prepared to personally make sure your family is fine.... on a single condition."
"And that would be?" You reply nervously. Gortash smiles, it's obvious that he is completely in control. "Become a public face to the baldurians to accompany me. You're a smart person, imagine all you could get out of it if you'd accept this generous offer that I don't give out often." Your heart skips a beat at the mention of appearing next to Gortash as he talks to your fellow citizens. You'd rather prefer being alone, working but that wouldn't be an option if you'd accept. "What do you get out of it?" Gortash retracts his hand, standing up to appear taller. "A partner, an ally. I don't trust anyone except myself and that won't change but public opinions need to be swayed."
"No." You say determined and stand up. "No?" He repeats. "No, I don't wish to become someone's pretty little plaything who doesn't do anything. Thank you for the offer but no." Your heart beats faster as a silence creeps into the room, Enver's face is tense to say the least. "What a shame, really, I thought you were smarter." Chills run down your spine, your back tenses up as you slowly stand up as well. "I sense it's my time to leave, thank you for your time Archduke." All Enver does is stare. "It was no issue." He intertwines his own hands. "Let me lead you out, as is proper of course." It doesn't take long for Enver to place his hand against your lower back, pretending to help guide you out.
"Take some time to think about my offer. Perhaps you'll change your mind." He whispers softly against your ear before letting go of you. "Time is not going to change my answer, my lord." You walk off slowly, only speeding up once you're certain he wouldn't be able to see you anymore. What the fuck.
"After all, I did promise to take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?" You can hear the grin on his face without even looking at him. "And I remember I declined it, so yes, I did not think you'd come to harass me." Enver clicks his tongue. "Now now, those are some harsh words from someone who will be spending a lot of time with me." No one seems to notice you are uncomfortable but they didn't seem to even want to look in your direction just incase they would gaze at the archduke.
"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I have a business and I'll be missed I don't show up." You struggle out of his grasp, succesfully and turn to face Enver. "Oh what a shame, guess you haven't seen the notice hung on the building doors." His tone is biting as he slightly lowers himself to look at you. "How fortunate I have such a notice on me." You quickly grasped the letter out of his hands and glared at the paper as if it had burned you.
"You asshole." You hiss, stepping forward but eyes widening as Enver's hand grips itself around your neck, harshly. "You forget your place, I can deal with the disobedience for now but you will know what it will be like to be better. Not any person can be by my side." Enver's lips are pressed tightly together before he lets go. "Beside, with your business gone, you got no one, see how not even one of your supposed friends came over to help you?" Your eyes flicker to your friends who advert their gaze as soon as you watch them. "While they will leave you, I will stay.... and deal with pests like that accordingly." As soon as he snaps his fingers, his guards step in and Enver hold on you tightly. "This could have been a fate avoided if you had just agreed with me the first time, this is all your fault you know." He whispers as screams erupt, guards slashing and slicing people as if it was normal. "You did this." Enver smiles, a sick sense of acomplishment falls over him. The guards that helped today would just become spawning grounds for the intellect devourers.
"You monster!" You hiss and bite harshly in his hand to be let go. Enver hisses but doesn't let go. "You dog!" His grip turns more harsh, making you let groan of the pain it gave you. "How dare you!" You scream, being unable to fight back as the stench of blood fills the room, nauseau rising as the metalic scent becomes stronger. "Soon you'll see how things truly are, I'll help you through it." His lips are forcefully pressed against the back of your neck. "And you will listen, trust me." His voice is slightly lowered as he talks. "There are more ways to make you obedient."
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The Urge in Me
HI! Here's a Dark Urge inspired Halsin fic!! I've been playing my Durge playthrough and I really wanna romance Halsin, I just think it would create some nice duality and it also inspired me to write this! Fair warning though, this is NOT for the faint of heart, this one deals with some heavy stuff. General Dark Urge stuff yes, but be sure to look at the warnings thoroughly. Please enjoy!
Baldur's Gate 3
Halsin x Dark Urge!Tav!Reader
Summary: The torturing darkness in you was only growing stronger, and on a certain night you can barely contain it, leaving you fearing for your beloved's life.
Notes: NSFW CONTENT (gore and violence), Angst, DARK THEMES, GORE, EXTREMELY graphic mentions of violence, mentions of death, Blood, Dark Urge stuff, Fantasizing about murder, Hurt & comfort, happy ending, Fluff
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There was dread in the air, carried by the foul stench of death. Bright red, fresh blood pooled on the ground, a river of crimson flowing into the endless depths below, gushing out of bodies that were twisted into the most unnatural and grotesque of positions. Their gruesome appearance showed no regard for the sanctity of life, the sight of it a despicable and unsettling reminder of the reality of the world.
The butchery was vile, done in a hunger. A hunger to kill and bring carnage. It was as if a monster had unleashed unimaginable horrors upon these poor victims, many of them still housing an expression of pure horror frozen upon their faces. Even in death, they feared.
How delicious.
You marveled at the sight of the bloodshed, your body trembling in what you could only describe as ecstasy. How it brought you so much euphoria to see the fruits of your murderous efforts, a feast for your eyes. Your hand ached, a testament to the way it brought these people to their dooms oh so effortlessly. The sharp blade of the dagger you gripped dripped with blood, so deliciously wet with the juices of life.
The sweet smell of slaughter floated in the air, filling your head with a more ravenous desire to bring about another massacre like this one, with even more souls for your taking, with even more blood and guts. How superb it would feel to slice and slash flesh, to hear the screams and pleas of your pathetic victims, only for you to sink your dagger into them again.
And again, and again, again again again! Only for your hunger to remain famished, the never-ending thirst for glorious murder growing with every stab and cut. You would desire more.
More bloodbath… Slaughter of the highest order. Your body tingled at the thought, a vicious cackle ripping from the depths of your throat, ringing in your ears as the lust of slaying grew within you. How wonderful, how sublime. Where would you start?
Perhaps with a family… To hear the screams of the children as their parents met their end by your hand, to feel the rush of frenzy flow through you as your sharp blade works tirelessly, to see the desperation in their eyes as you gouge them-
“My heart?”
You sat up suddenly, breath heaving and sweat dripping down your forehead. For a moment, you did not see anything, or feel anything, however soon, as the warm light of a familiar campfire reached your eyes, as well as a silhouette of a large elf towering over you, you finally came to your senses.
“H-Halsin? What’s going on?”
He looked at you, concern plastered across his features. He remained quiet, his expression somehow managing to tell you that he did not dare to tell you why you were woken up by him. The previous visions were a blur, but the way he eyed you planted a seed of fear in you. What had you done?
Fearing the worst, you frantically looked around, trying to see if everyone was still sleeping, hopefully among the living. “Did… Did I do something? Please don’t tell me I kill-”
“No, my love.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning closer. Looking at him fearfully, you noticed a distant calmness in his eyes. “You’ve done nothing. I simply woke you up as you seemed… distressed.” His voice trailed off at the end, his eyes briefly finding the ground below him.
You noticed a hesitation within him. He was trying to comfort you, but you sensed something plaguing him. Something sinister.
“What did I do?” You were afraid to ask but had to know. The urge had tormented you for some time and only seemed to grow in strength, but you could not afford to pretend to be ignorant, lest you someday did something irreversible and horrid.
Halsin paused, seemingly fighting a battle within himself. “You… weren’t yourself, so to speak.”
He was being vague, most likely for your own good, but it only made you want to know more. You took his hands and looked at him, trying to persuade him to tell you everything that happened.
“Please, Halsin. I want to know. I can’t begin to control my urge if I don’t understand it…” You pleaded with him, fearful of what horrors he might describe but determined to understand this… Sickness of yours. That’s what it was to you.
Halsin sighed deeply, pondering over your words before giving in. It pained him to see you like this and though he would have rather not told you any more than he already had, he understood your struggle, and above all wished to help you in any way he could.
“You tossed and turned at first, seemingly disturbed by something. Soon you began saying words that I did not understand. They were unclear, confused, but loud.”
You swallowed nervously, noticing how his face slightly twisted into a frown at the memory.
“Then you started twisting like your limbs were being snapped and you thrashed around uncontrollably. At this point, I knew I had to wake you up, but then...”
He squeezed your hands and took a breath. You would not be ready for what he said next.
“You laughed. You laughed like a…” He quieted down again, but you had a feeling you knew what he was about to say.
“Monster.”
Halsin did not want to hear you say it. Neither did you, but it was useless trying to deny it. The twisted urge had partially taken control as you slept, fortunately only managing to contain itself within your mind. Still, it brought you a sense of qualm.
The desire for bloodshed had infiltrated your mind before, briefly, but it had always left something behind, a fraction of its dark desires. Even when you looked at Halsin, your beloved, with whom you wished to spend every moment of every day, you were not spared from the invasive thoughts of slaughter.
You wondered how many stabs it would take to pierce that large body of his. How much you would have to twist your knife while it was buried deep within his torso until he screamed in agony. Your eyes wandered to his neck, vision blurred as the sound of your rapid heartbeat filled your ears.
He called to you, but you could not hear it, for all you thought about how lovely it would have been to see that thick neck of his gushing with blood from a deep wound. You grinned. What fun that would be.
Before your sickened mind went any further, you managed to pull yourself from the sea of blood raging within you. Gasping, you looked at him again, no longer fantasizing about his murder. You felt disgusted like you had cruelly betrayed him. You hung your head low fighting back tears that threatened to fall.
“I… I don’t know what to do… I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and one of his hands pet your head gently. He held you tight, almost afraid that you would slip away. The severity of the situation was obvious to both of you, but Halsin, being the kindhearted druid he was, put that aside to help you deal with it.
“Do not worry, my heart. I am here.”
His words hit you like a boulder, finally urging those tears to come out. You quietly sobbed against him, wondering just how you had managed to meet someone like him. Despite the dread, the death, the urge, all of it, he was there for you and made sure not to leave your side.
However, the underlying fear grew the more you thought about it. If you could not control the urge any longer and embarked on a murderous killing spree, who would stop you? What would happen to everyone and most importantly, what would happen to him? It was all covered in a veil of dark mystery, but one thing was more than certain.
You would rather run a knife through your own throat than allow yourself to harm him or anyone else.
“We will find a solution to this yet, my love…” He spoke, voice soothing, almost a whisper. His large hand ran through your hair and his words brought you some hope. You found yourself believing him, if only slightly.
“I would hope so but… Halsin..” You lifted yourself from him, teary eyes looking up at him with another pleading expression. His hand was on your cheek, thumb wiping away the stray tears. “Yes, my heart?”
You took a breath, what you were about to ask was not a light matter, and you debated whether or not you should even begin to ask this of him. It weighed on your heart, but you could not go on any longer wondering when you’ll finally lose control and hurt someone.
“Love… I… I’m fearful… It’s clear that whatever it is in me, can consume me and make me do… regrettable things.” You held onto his shoulders, your voice losing its power as you went on.
“To kill someone… To kill you- It… It’s like a nightmare that I fear will yet become true… So please…”
Squeezing him, your eyes met his, and in the pit of his stomach, you were sure he already knew what you were about to ask of him.
“If I one day lose control, lose myself to this… Dark urge… Promise me-” The words got stuck in your throat. How could you ask this? From him? It felt wrong, all of it felt wrong and suddenly you weren’t sure what to do. The words hung in the air that had become thick and judging by how Halsin looked at you, he knew all too well what you wished to say.
“My heart, listen to me.” Both of his hands were now on your face, hazel eyes frowned in sadness but sparkling with hope. “I can only imagine the torment you are going through, and I do not blame you for considering a more bleak solution.” His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze and the warmth of his hands spread throughout your entire being.
“But that is not how this will end. I promise you, I will not let anything happen to you, or anyone else. Trust me, my heart. You will prevail, we will prevail, together.”
You were stunned. With wide eyes you look at him, his saddened kind smile radiating your dark insides like the sun. You clung to him unsure what to say.
“Halsin…”
Leaning against him, you craved an embrace and he was happy to oblige. You felt safer than ever before, his words affecting you in ways you did not think possible. Suddenly, it did not feel so hopeless anymore. You thought the only possible solution would have been for him to kill you if you ever reached a point of no return but now… Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps you would find the cause of all this.
“I’ll be by your side, love. No matter what.”
Halsin pressed his lips to the top of your head, and you melted in his arms, the fatigue of the night returning to you. The urge was quiet blessing you with its pity as you enjoyed your beloved’s warmth. To be with him was a miracle.
He was a miracle.
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ymiwritesstuff · 2 months
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Okay so I'm playing Dark Urge route and trying to romance Halsin (hence the brainrot lol) and I wanna ask you guys something.
Do you guys think romanced Halsin would kill Dark Urge!Tav in a 'kill me if I lose control, I don't want to hurt anyone' -situation?
I've been pondering over this for a bit now and just wanted to see what y'all think 🤔🤔
Anyway this might also be a fic inspo, so keep your eyes open for that 👀
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ymiwritesstuff · 2 months
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Not really smutty (though it could lead into it) but how about tav helping halsin brush and braid his hair? This man deserves to be pampered and have someone care for him as much as he does for everyone else
WOWOWOWOWOW I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! This was so much fun to write thank you Anon!! I hope this turned out the way you were hoping!! Halsin deserves all the pampering!!! Enjoy!
A Moment Together
Baldur's Gate 3
Halsin x Tav!Reader
Summary: After a long day of hard work and battle, you and Halsin decide to spend the remaining hours of the day in each other's company during which you are eager to make sure he feels as relaxed as possible.
Notes: Fluff (so much that it's disgusting lol), hair brushing, no spoilers, just good vibes :)
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“Alright, that should be enough.”
The heavy pieces of firewood you had spent almost the entirety of the day gathering fell on the ground with a loud thud, the positive exclamations of gratitude from the others soon following. It was always a rather tedious task, but it proved to be one of the most rewarding. No one could sleep or relax after a hard day in the coldness of the night unless you happened to have an infernal engine for a heart. Karlach was lucky in that aspect, you thought.
The sun still peaked through the thick trees of the forest, though it would not take long until it would retreat behind the horizon. Looking around the camp, everyone seemed just about ready to shed the weight and responsibilities of working to find a solution to your parasite issue and enjoy some much needed rest. The tents were put up, the bedrolls were set around the campfire and the heavy pieces of gear and armor were abandoned in favor of something more comfortable.
You ought to do the same soon.
However, your mind soon wandered when a certain druid entered your vision. A smile crept up to your lips. You were reminded of something you had said earlier in the day, a promise of a moment for just the two of you. Halsin was quick to relax his gaze as he looked over the camp and noticed how everyone seemed content. Should there have been an issue, he would have most likely been the first one to volunteer and offer his help, being the kindhearted druid he was. The thought only made you smile more.
As soon as his eyes found you, you were quick to point to the edge of the camp with a tilt of your head, your feet slowly carrying towards the direction. You were inviting him for a stroll, as you had discussed previously, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten, as he quickly followed you.
The camp slowly disappeared behind you and once it did, Halsin was quick to intertwine his large hand with yours, a gesture he often did when you shared a moment together. You were sure the rest of the camp was privy to the way you two shared glances, some of them were rather… perceptive, and secrecy wasn’t something either of you desired. Perhaps it merely felt more natural when there weren’t others present. Halsin certainly seemed more at ease like this.
“You seemed quite busy today,” you commented, remembering how you hadn’t seen him much all day. It was not terribly unusual, but to say you did not miss him would be a lie. He hummed.
“There was a shortage of potions and other healing items. So I made a longer journey to find a merchant.” You nodded as you listened, but also frowned your brows.
“We do have you and Shadowheart with us…” If you were honest, you were not sure why spend the effort to gather potions when your group consisted of more than one healer. Your thoughtful muttering reached his pointed ears and he was quick to let out a hearty chuckle.
“That may be so. But it does not hurt to be resourceful. We do journey separately at times, after all.”
“That’s true.”
You could not help but smile. Halsin had always been looking over everyone, making sure to offer his help whenever it may have been needed. His kindness was admirable, and in truth, it was needed during times like these.
You continued to walk by his side, his larger stature perfectly framed by the setting sun that continued to seep through the branches and leaves. To not look at him would have been a crime, so you allowed your eyes to wander, taking in his utter beauty as you walked. He had a small but fulfilled smile upon his lips, and his eyes idly looked around ever so slightly, marveling at the grace of nature.
The journey led you two to a gentle stream that flowed through the forest. The water was crystal clear and the warm colors of the sun were reflected on the calmly moving surface beautifully. You were sure this same stream spread into the vast lake just next to your camp. 
Giving glances at each other, the silent decision was made to rest here and unwind after yet another long day, maybe even fall asleep. It wouldn’t have been the first time, and Halsin always made sure to keep you warmer in ways a mere campfire never could.
You carefully sat down on the ground, Halsin keeping your hand in his until you were fully seated. He then laid down, placing his weary head on your lap, looking up at you with a smile that made your heart swell. The habit of his was incredibly endearing, there was just something about this druid, built like the most durable stone wall, gently lying beneath you at the mercy of your touch.
Smiling at him, your hands immediately went to his hair, pulling it back until all of it pooled in your lap. Tilting your head, you looked at his locks, noticing how they had some woodchips and tangles in them. Not a rare sight, quite natural, even. But you frowned, though playfully.
“Shall I brush it?” You asked, making sure to not pull on the knots with your fingers. A small chuckle left his lips.
“I have my doubts you’ll let me get up if I do not accept.” The sarcasm in his tone was obvious, it made you scoff jokingly.
“Of course not. What would the others think?” You sighed and groaned dramatically. “Imagine how horrified Astarion would be!”
Halsin laughed, that pleasant sound ringing in your ears long after he stopped. His laugh was contagious, so you briefly joined him, while reaching for your pocket and pulling out a comb. You looked down at him again.
“Well, what say you?” Your smirk was once again jesting, but his smile was genuine.
“Go right ahead, my heart.”
Smiling, you carefully began running the comb through his hair, noting how he let out a deep breath at the sensation. Brushing his hair had become somewhat of a regular activity, you did it for him every time you could. He enjoyed it. To be surrounded by nature and touched by you so attentively, he could not even begin to think about any better way to forget about the harshness of reality that affected everyone.
You had always thought that Halsin was far too considerate for his own good. He often put himself before others, especially with you. Though it was an incredibly valuable trait, it often left you wondering if anyone ever did anything for him. That’s why you helped him whenever you could, that’s why you held his hands and asked if he needed anything, that’s why you brushed his hair.
Halsin’s breathing was calm and paired with the gentle trickle of the stream as the sun slowly set, you felt like all the horrid things that happened around you did not exist, even if it was for a brief moment. 
His hair was mostly rid of its previous debris and the comb flowed through it effortlessly. You were more or less done but felt like something was missing. Placing the comb down, you ran your fingers through his locks, marveling at the length. His long hair was always open, flowing freely in the wind. As nature intended, you thought.
You took a brief look at him. His eyes were closed as if he was asleep, but you doubted this was the case. Regardless, he looked peaceful and you felt a wave of satisfaction hit you. It would be a lie to claim that it didn’t feel rewarding to see this druid, so concerned for everyone else and working tirelessly to ensure safety among everyone, at ease and utterly relaxed.
Gathering his hair into your hands, you sectioned it and began interweaving them. Halsin surely felt it, as his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. You had never done this before.
“Trust the process,” you said to which he gave a humorous hum. His hand rested on his abdomen and he took a deep breath, simply enjoying the way your fingers touched and gently tugged his brown hair.
As you reached the end of the braid, you looked for something to tie it with. You spotted a flower, white petals practically glowing in the moonlight. It had already been plucked from the ground, so you did not feel bad for reusing it for the greater good. You took a small piece from the base of the stem and used it to tie the end of the braid, to ensure that it would stay put.
You looked at your work and Halsin seemed to sense that you were done, as he slowly stood up, and turned to you. And as you looked at him, you could not stop the heat that spread across your cheek.
The loose braid rested upon his broad shoulder and his large frame was illuminated by the moon, giving him an almost otherworldly aura. His fingers brushed along the braid, there was some surprise in his expression, but it quickly melted away when he noticed how you looked at him.
“I suppose I can compete with Astarion now?” Halsin chuckled as he spoke to which you couldn’t contain a smile.
“Well, almost.” Your hand reached for the flower you had used to tie his hair with and you scooted closer to him, lifting yourself so your eyes were on the same level. Even when sitting down, he towered over you. Carefully, you brushed some of his hair that framed his face behind his ear, the flower following soon after. It came to rest against his ear, giving him a look that seemed to blow you away.
You retreated from him, grinning on the outside, but screaming and squealing inside at how incredibly beautiful he looked.
“Now I’d say you have a chance.”
Halsin pulled you to him as you both laughed, holding you close. He was warm, he always was. You pulled away to look at him, the affectionate sparkle in his hazel eyes warming your heart.
“Thank you, my heart. You… Do so much for me.”
If only he realized. This was nothing compared to what he did not only for you but for everyone. You smiled for what felt like the thousandth time and kissed him, keeping your hands on the sides of his face. The night had fallen, and all possible thoughts of returning to the others faded away. Tonight, you would sleep under the stars, dozing off to the soothing sounds of the stream with him next to you before repeating the grueling routine of the day all over again.
But it felt worth it. For moments like these, you’d do anything.
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ymiwritesstuff · 3 months
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Uhm hey!
Would you guys happen to have any short ideas/requests for Halsin? Nothing too crazy but I'm actually pretty obsessed with the hunk druid lmao.
I do wanna write something, so if you have ideas, let me know, I might just actually write a few!
SMUT IS ALLOWED!!! 🥰
Thank you!
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ymiwritesstuff · 6 months
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Okay one more Baldur's Gate post, I wanna show y'all my character who I'm extremely attracted to
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My beloved, she's so pretty I want her. Anyway thanks for checking her out lol
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ymiwritesstuff · 6 months
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Craving a Dance
Here is the Astarion fic, done rather quickly, so I apologize if it's rushed but man I gotta say this one is HORNY, I couldn't help it I'm sorry lmao. Anyway I really hope you enjoy! (Also sorry if Astarion might be out of character, first time writing him lol)
Baldur's Gate 3
Astarion x Reader
Summary: Your first impressions of Astarion were less than ideal, but after enough time passed, your opinion of the pale elf evolves into something... more.
Notes: VERY suggestive themes, no smut, close proximity, VERY SMALL SPOILERS FOR EARLY GAME & ASTARION'S BACKSTORY, implications of blood-sucking, allusions to smut, both are just horny lmaooo, FIRST TIME WRITING ASTARION
18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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“Shall we dance?”
The first time he had asked that left a foul taste in your mouth. It had been not too long after your first meeting and the proposal seemed only to confirm the prejudices you held in your mind. Teasing, coquettish, only looking to save his own skin, that’s how you would have described the pale elf and the true intentions of his seemingly innocent question didn’t even dare to enter your thoughts. It was more than clear to you what he, or instead, his body might have desired, and you were thankfully astute enough to notice the flirtatious glimmer in his eyes.
A man like him took what he wanted, when he wanted, if he was given the chance. A simple desire, but a potentially threatening one.
Astarion had not succeeded then, and wouldn’t in the future. Not with you. That was what you had thought.
If you were to delve into that thought again, however, the answer would be quite different.
The cause of the shift in your previously harsh judgment of him was unknown to you. It may have been the time spent traveling with him, or even the parasitic tadpole in both of your brains playing tricks on you and rotting your mind and all rational thinking, trying to make you more susceptible to his advances. Whatever it was, you didn’t deny it.
You witnessed a change in him after a certain conversation that admittedly altered the way you looked at him. You saw a humanity in him, despite knowing that he was possibly the farthest thing from it, much to his suffering. If you were truly honest with yourself, your being filled with compassion when you so much as thought of the things he had gone through and how, despite the vulnerability that no doubt plagued him, he still felt safe enough to share his horrid memories with you.
You had become merciful towards him and were sure he also noticed the change. His smile became rid of the twitch that once had almost turned it into a distasteful smirk and he clearly lifted some weight off his broad shoulders. It almost seemed that he was actively looking for your approval, not for the chance to let his carnal desires run wild, but for the chance to strengthen your growing companionship.
The idea of taking part in a little intimate fun was not one you were in any way opposed to, not even before you met him. It had been his demeanor that had put you off slightly, and the simple fact that back then, you barely knew who or what he was.
Ironically, however, it was after discovering exactly what he really was, that your erotic interest in him grew. You tried to convince yourself that it was merely because you got to know him as a person, and while that was entirely true, you could not lie to yourself and claim that his true nature as a being with little to no humanity in him did not entice you.
And so, on that one gorgeous night, during which the color of his well-kept hair was enhanced by the glorious moonlight, he asked you again, with a voice rid of its previous mischievousness:
“Darling, let’s dance, shall we?”
His hand was stretched out for you to take, and there was clear confidence in his body language. Astarion knew you would not refuse.
And you didn’t.
Mirroring his confidence, you took his hand which was cold as ice, and let him pull you up from the ground. You two had retreated to a more secluded area from the rest of the camp for a talk. Not a talk about anything in particular, just… a talk. It had become somewhat of a regular occurrence, though it did not start as such. You still sometimes thought back to the time you found him sitting by his lonesome and joined him, for whatever reason. In this moment, however, you were glad you did.
“What if I told you I was bad at this?” You asked half-jokingly since you couldn’t claim to have any prior knowledge of the art of waltzing, though you weren’t sure if he did either. His elegant demeanor suggested that he did, but you still weren’t sure.
Astarion scoffed lightly. “Nonsense. You are already on your feet aren’t you?” Your hand moved to his shoulder instinctively, while the other held his. You felt a touch at your waist as your feet shuffled to the right place. Astarion looked at you, a familiar, teasing shine in his crimson eyes.
“That’s half the battle already. The rest will come naturally, I assure you, my dear.”
There was a twinge of actual reassurance in his otherwise sultry voice, though you barely caught it or even needed it. You smirked at him, mirroring his demeanor with the expression that he clearly noticed.
With a squeeze from his hand that was holding yours, he started leading you around the gravel that served as your dance floor. Your legs moved on their own with him, somehow managing to keep up with the pace with little to no issues. He twirled you around, his fiery touch pulling you in and almost entrancing you to his beauty.
Astarion’s face was rather neutral, given the voluptuous circumstances, but with every sway and step, his hands held onto you ever so tighter, his lips parting, allowing you to glance at his dangerous fangs.
You let out a sigh at the sight of them, how easily he could pierce your skin, how easily he could hurt you. It ignited something inside you, something filthy.
The elf must have noticed your trance-like expression, as he let out a chuckle.
“I’m quite surprised you agreed to this, given how… Regretfully the first time went.” His hand that held you traveled slightly lower which sent shivers up your entire back. The clothing you were wearing now felt cumbersome, it was in the way, between your bare skin and his addicting touch.
“You have grown on me, Astarion.” You returned his touch by moving your digits to his neck, running your nails down his cold skin. He lolled his head to the side the slightest amount, the way his face twisted in forbidden pleasure causing warmth to spread throughout your entire being. “I should have agreed to this sooner…”
The dancing was quickly reduced to messy, hardly coordinated wobble in which both your minds were filled with such obscene thoughts and images, that it left little room for the actual activity.
Fueled by your growing arousal, you decided to push yourself closer to him, letting out a sound so lustful and dirty, that you almost felt ashamed. He was doing this to you, making you so hot and bothered just by touching you and whispering his dangerous words in such a sensual way.
Your faces were mere inches apart, eyes glued to each other’s lewd expressions, minds filled with anticipation, excitement, and above all, intense, almost animalistic hunger. Your body burned and you wanted more.
Daringly, you brought your lips to his neck, tongue gliding across an area it had found. A rumble escaped his throat, his hands traveling across your needy body in a way that only made your mouth move more. Astarion skillfully moved his leg, and you felt his knee between your legs, providing you with the friction you had been long craving.
A sigh left your lips, your hot breath tingling his neck. Daringly, your lips moved closer to the scars that were a sensitive reminder of his past. And apparently, a sensitive part on the skin of his neck, as you had barely touched the area with your lips before the dangerous vampire grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head back, earning him a mewl from your lips that did nothing to slow him down.
One of his hands was at your jaw, tightly holding your head in place as he lowered himself to your neck. Astarion could practically hear the blood coursing through your veins and mixed with his ever-flourishing arousal, his desires grew far beyond physical desire.
The feeling of his breath on your sensitive neck and the tight hold he had on you filled you with anticipation and a twisted kind of thrill you had never previously felt. This could get bad, and this could have massive consequences, is what your rational brain would have screamed at you, however, right now, when you were filled with such feelings of craving and greed, all you could think about was how much you wanted him.
“You drive me insane, darling,” he whispered against your neck, fighting with his own internal nature. He could brutally sink his fangs into your skin and have a taste of your blood that would fuel him beyond anything else ever could. He yearned for it but also for you. He wanted both of them. He wanted to extinguish all his unholy thirst with you and the mere thought of that almost pushed him over the edge.
You managed to glance at him through your half-lidded eyes and saw how his red ones almost glowed with hunger, and how his vile grip on you tightened with every passing second.
Your suspicions had been correct from the very beginning. He was taking what he desired, his fangs grazing the surface of your skin, silently asking for permission to fulfill the lewdest thoughts and fantasies that ran wild in your head. All you had to do was to give him your approval.
And you did.
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ymiwritesstuff · 6 months
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Hi everyone I've been playing Baldur's Gate and this man has a fucking grip on me
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Soooo.... I wonder if I should write something for him nyehehehehehe
EDIT I DID IT: HERE IT IS Craving a Dance
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ymiwritesstuff · 9 months
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Hi! Do you do requests for Yakuza still?? I was wondering because I noticed yakuza wasn’t in your fandom list hahah
Well the answer is technically yes?
The reason the series is not present in my fandom list is simply because I started writing for it on my own and as the requests have been closed for quite some time, no one has gotten the chance to voice any requests.
Basically, I got an urge to write Yakuza fics and so I did, but if I ever open up requests again, I'll be sure to add it to the list :)
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ymiwritesstuff · 11 months
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Out of curiosity, when do you plan to open up requests?
That's a good question Anon and honestly I'm not sure myself.
My interests have shifted quite a bit and I have been enjoying writing stuff on my own pace. If I were to open requests again I'd have to make changes into the fandoms and characters, such as adding new ones and possibly removing old ones. But I'm not sure about the latter part yet, I genuinely do love all the characters I've written for.
That being said I'm quite busy with my own life, I haven't found good opportunities to write more and my head hasn't been so full of ideas. But opening requests would fix that I'll admit.
Long story short I'd love to write more, so I'll have to think about opening requests once more after giving some serious thought on who I want to write for.
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ymiwritesstuff · 1 year
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hey can I get some Linkxreader like your show me you care post but with Time uwu??
Hi, I'm sorry but requests are closed
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ymiwritesstuff · 1 year
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your oneshot with majima in the maharaja was soo good n all ur other yakuza stuff too!! your writing is very fluid and well balanced in terms of story telling as well <:D as a request… more majima? sorry but i just finished yakuza 0 and brainrot is no joke..
AAA thanks so much Anon!! ❤️❤️ That really means a lot ;-;
I'm very happy to hear that you enjoyed my oneshots, thanks for reading ✨✨
And yeah, I totally should write more Majima stuff, I have some vague ideas here and there (I've been toying with the idea of a Majima x Reader that also involves Makoto romantically bc she deserves happiness too and I love her 😭😭) but nothing concrete has really stuck to me just yet.
Regardless, thanks so much for the kind message ❤️
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ymiwritesstuff · 1 year
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“Her Very Own Lord of the Night”: A Majima Goro X Reader Story (NSFW)
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When the “Lord of the Night” first stumbled upon (Y/N), she was exiting a market after having asked for directions to nearby hotels. She had just enough yen for two nights. 
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