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👀 18, Astarion x Gale 👀👀👀👀
Ahhhhh!!! Perfect suggestion 🧛🧙
18. "I'm not going to beg." "Oh, but you will."
Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here
Gale sat comfortably in a large, padded chair on the balcony. He sipped from an expensive glass of wine and flipped through the pages of his latest purchase — a book regarding lost secrets of the Underdark.
Astarion leaned agains the railing, enjoying the view of the night sky. The moon hung heavy on the horizon. It wasn’t the sun. But, when he glanced over at Gale, he was reminded that perhaps this life wasn’t so bad after all.
Gale looked up from his book and met Astarion’s eyes. “You’re staring again.”
“Yes.” Astarion pushed himself away from the railing and stepped closer to Gale.
“It’s distracting.” Gale shifted in the chair.
Astarion smiled and swiftly closed the distance between them. “I imagine it is, yes.”
“Well, stop it.” Gale looked back at the book, but his eyes weren’t moving. He wasn’t actually reading anything anymore.
Astarion took the opportunity to snatch the book out of Gale’s hands and snapped it shut. “Pay attention to me.”
Gale rolled his eyes. “I swear, sometimes you’re worse than Tara.”
“Only sometimes?” Astarion pouted. He placed a hand on each arm of the chair, effectively caging Gale beneath him.
“That isn’t the compliment you seem to believe it to be, Astarion.” Gale’s heartbeat quickened. He blushed.
Astarion had him right where he wanted him. “If you’re going to insult me, Gale. At least do it properly.”
“Very well. When you . . . finish . . . you make the most atrocious face.”
Astarion barked out a laugh. “You’re joking.” He studied Gale’s expression. Shit. He wasn’t joking. “I do not! Do I?”
“Yes, it’s sort of like . . .” Gale scrunched up his face in the most unattractive way.
“Hideous. I certainly do not look like that when I’m in the throes of passion. I would know.”
Gale nodded. “It’s the complete truth, unfortunately. I can show you, if you wish.”
“And how would you go about that? It’s not like I can just look in a mirror while I fuck you. Although . . .”
Gale managed to turn an even darker red. He cleared his throat nervously. “Let’s table that conversation for another night. I only meant I could conjure a duplicate.”
“Oh.” Astarion leaned back, releasing his grip on the arms of the chair. “I don’t . . . I haven’t seen this face in two hundred years. I didn’t think . . .”
Gale took Astarion’s hand in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Foolish of me to offer something so sobering when we were only joking. You need not make a decision tonight, of course. The offer is there whenever you’d like. If you’d like.”
Astarion nodded, eyes locking back onto Gale's. “Thank you, darling. I’ll give it some thought.”
“I did have an unrelated question,” Gale said. “I’m not sure if now is the best time.”
“Ask away.” Astarion pulled his hand out of Gale’s and waved it dismissively.
“Why haven’t you asked to drink my blood?”
Astarion tilted his head. “Why haven’t you offered?”
“I was waiting for you to ask,” Gale said.
“There’s your answer. I was waiting for you to offer.” Astarion’s eyes flicked to Gale’s neck, the steady pulse that hummed just beneath his skin. His scent had changed since the orb was removed. He was certainly more alluring. But Astarion hadn’t pressed him on the matter. Their relationship was tenuous enough at times. “But, since you brought it up. Would you like me to bite you, Gale?”
Gale shrugged. “I suppose I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little curious about the experience. I have read some truly fascinating — ”
Astarion leaned forward, hushing Gale with a kiss. Gale sighed into Astarion’s mouth, quickly relaxing as their lips glided smoothly against each other.
“Tell me later about what you’ve read, darling. For now, just do me a favor and get in the damn bed.” Astarion’s lips brushed against Gale’s as he spoke, he could feel Gale smiling against his mouth.
“Your wish is my command,” Gale whispered.
Within moments they were both in the bed they shared. Gale on his back, Astarion stretched out on top of him. Most of their clothes had been discarded on the way to the bedroom.
Astarion nestled his face into the curve of Gale’s neck, lips ghosting across his soft skin. He teased the tender flesh with his fangs, but did not yet sink them in.
“You want this as much as I do,” Astarion whispered.
Gale sighed softly. “What is it that gives you that impression?”
“Your heartbeat quickens when my teeth are on your skin. I can smell your desire. And, well, feel it.” Astarion slipped a hand between Gale’s legs, palming his half-hard length over the fabric of his underwear.
Gale choked back a moan. “It’s true. There is something — exciting about surrendering myself to you in that way.”
“As if I don’t already have you wrapped around my fingers,” Astarion teased.
Gale laughed and tilted his head, giving Astarion more access to his neck. “I allow you to believe that. You’re the one —”
Astarion reached beneath Gale’s underwear, curled his fingers around his cock, and squeezed gently. “What was that? I couldn’t hear anything after you started whimpering.”
“Astarion,” Gale gasped. “I thought we were here so you could feed.”
“Oh, we’ll get to that, darling. Don’t worry. I just want to hear you beg so sweetly before I sink my teeth into your pretty little neck,” Astarion purred.
“Bite me if you wish. I’m not going to beg,” Gale said.
Astarion began to slowly stroke Gale’s cock. “Oh, but you will.”
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SUGAR GLIDER ASTARION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'M BEGGING ON MY KNEES
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Baldur's Gate III | ▶ dev. Larian Studios
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"I'm gonna fuck that wizard." - Astarion, probably
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10 w shart and astarion. Uncommon pairing but it could be interesting??????
Immediately yes. Big yes. Thank you !! This was supposed to be way shorter and way smuttier but it spiraled out of control. Oops. 🖤🩸
10. "You don't have to stay the night. Just fuck me."
Snippet for the smut ask game. | Other answers here
One foolish move in the heat of battle and everyone knew the truth. That Astarion was a vampire.
They took it . . . surprisingly well, actually. Gale warned him not to bite (as if), Lae'zel threatened his life -- but Shadowheart, well. The cleric had been kind -- or stupid -- enough to offer her blood. What kind of vampire would Astarion be if he turned down a free meal?
Besides, even though her attacks seemed to miss more often than not, her healing spells had proven to be quite the asset. If she'd allow him a taste from her delicate veins, perhaps she would also be willing to remain at his side when he faced Cazador. This little exchange could be well worth his time. If he played his cards right.
Astarion waited until the others were asleep before he made his way through camp to Shadowheart's tent. He had been so sure of himself just moments ago, but now he hesitated as he reached for the flap. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
There was still time to turn around -- hunting in these woods was miserable, but he usually had some level of success. He'd eaten worse things than boar. He'd been hungrier for longer too.
Astarion shuffled his feet as he started to turn around, making more noise than intended. Shadowheart must have heard him. Her heartbeat quickened. Astarion's mouth began to water at theb mere thought of the promise she'd made.
Shit. He really was going to do this wasn't he? He put on his best smile and ducked into her tent.
Shadowheart sat up on her forearms. Perfect body laid out in front of him. For him.
His eyes went to her neck, the gentle movement of her pulse just beneath her tender flesh. Then his gaze dragged along her body, slowly drinking her in. Her camp clothes hugged her figure in all the right places.
"I was beginning to think you'd found a better offer," Shadowheart whispered.
"Ah. No." Astarion laughed quietly as he gracefully dropped to his knees in front of her. "Lae'zel already threatened my life twice today. I don't fancy my chances with Karlach at her current . . . temperature. And there is something distinctly wrong with Gale's blood. I got an unpleasant whiff during that fight with the spiders."
"Wyll, then?" Shadowheart sat up completely and pressed closer to Astarion. She smelled faintly of incense.
Astarion swallowed thickly. Trying to ignore the desire to forgo niceties and just sink his teeth into her throat. "As charming as I'm sure he finds me, I do believe I would be wasting my time trying to convince the Blade of Frontiers to offer himself up to a vampire."
"And here I was, believing I was special when all the while I was merely a last resort," Shadowheart said.
Astarion found it difficult to tell how much of what she said was her searching for the truth and how much was just meant to tease.
"Darling," he purred. "You are anything but a last resort. Surely you're well aware of your allure." Astarion placed a hand on her shoulder, when she didn't flinch or pull away, he pushed her onto her back and settled himself on top of her.
Shadowheart's heart was positively racing. Her eyes blew wide with desire. Her breath caught in her throat when she spoke. "I'm only joking, Astarion. You don't need to use that voice on me."
"What voice?" Astarion asked playfully, slotting a leg between her thighs. This was almost too easy, really. For a woman with so many secrets, she'd truly given herself away to him.
"You know precisely which voice I'm talking about." Shadowheart licked her lips, eyes searching his face.
Astarion pouted, staring down at her with a sly smile. "I can't say I do," he purred. "This is the only voice I have."
"Then just shut up and feed." Shadowheart rolled her eyes.
Astarion nestled his face in the curve he her neck, lips brushing over her throat as he spoke. "Are you comfortable? This may . . . hurt a little."
"I can handle pain. Do it, Astarion."
Astarion wasted no more time. His teeth sank into her neck with a faint pop. Blood rushed into his mouth.
He hardly had time to register the sound of her moan before the rest of the world faded away. Only her blood, her breath, her life remained. And she had chosen to share it with him. A precious gift.
Astarion had never tasted anything as perfect as this. As her. He drank in desperate, needy gulps. His hand instinctively cradeling her head as she writhed beneath him. Even through his blood-drunk gaze Astarion could taste her arousal.
Shadowheart grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his skin as he drank. Her hips jerked up, seeking contact with his thigh. He allowed her that much, let her rut against his body like a bitch in heat as he drank.
"Astarion." Shadowheart's grip on his arm tightened. She was struggling to catch her breath. "Astarion, that's enough."
Her words managed to reach him despite his euphoria. "Shit -- sorry, I -- I got carried away," Astarion said.
"Shut up and kiss me." Shadowheart grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a bruising kiss.
The blood on his lips and chin smeared on her face. Astarion only broke the kiss to lick at the mess on her lips.
"That was . . . unexpected," Astarion whispered, nipping at her lower lip.
"You're not really surprised, are you?" Shadowheart asked.
"I suppose not completely surprised. Though this isn't exactly what I pictured when you offered your blood." Astarion leaned back to study her face.
Is this what she wanted? Clearly. Is this what he wanted? Why not?
"How unfortunate. Your imagination must be severely lacking," Shadowheart teased.
"I promise I can be quite imaginative when it counts." Astarion ground his hips down, pressing his half-hard length against her thigh.
"Prove it," Shadowheart said.
They kissed again. Another bruising, needy kiss shared between two people who knew their futures were uncertain.
"And if the others wake to find me in your tent? I'm sure they'd have a lot to say on the topic," Astarion whispered against her lips.
Shadowheart huffed out an annoyed sigh. "You don't have to stay the night. It's best for both of us if you just fuck me and leave."
"Ah, when you put it like that it does sound like a rather good offer," Astarion purred. "Do try not to keep it down though. Let's give them something to gossip about tomorrow."
#asked#answered#ancuninfiles#af.op#af.op.fic#smut ask game#shadowheart fanfic#shadowheart bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion acunin#astarion x shadowheart
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The Dark Urge giving gale heart palpitations in balders gate three
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Smut ask game
I'm avoiding my brain. Send me a pairing BG3 canon character x reader or x OC (any gender) and pick a number and I'll write a snippet.
1. "I need you inside me."
2. "Pull my hair. Harder."
3. "I want your fingers around my throat."
4. "Can I call you daddy?"
5. "You look so good on your knees."
6. "How do the ropes feel? Not too tight?"
7. "You are so pretty with my cock in your mouth."
8. "Just one look from him/her and I'm wet."
9. "Eyes on me when you come."
10. "You don't have to stay the night. Just fuck me."
11. "I touched myself last night thinking about you." "I know."
12. "Swallow."
13. "Please, please let me come."
14. "Naughty little thing. On your knees."
15. "How many times did you come?"
16. "Is it okay if I masturbate?"
17. "I'm not wearing any underwear."
18. "I'm not going to beg." "Oh, but you will."
19. "Where do you want me to touch you?"
20. "Please, just kiss me."
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I need this fic to write its damn self because I really wanna read it but I'm sleepy.
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actually your characters should be pure wish fulfillment and your writing should be entirely self indulgent and it should all be very, incredibly, undeniably horny.
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Exile (Or: How you learned to stay)
Chapter 11: How you learned to love
One giggle. Then the next. They build in your chest — bubble up your throat, and spill out your mouth. One after the other.
Your chest heaves, and you wheeze, as each rabid giggle breaks free. A grin slowly spreads across your face.
You can’t take your eyes off Astarion. You’re smiling up at him with blood-stained teeth. You must look mad. Truly, deeply, completely mad.
This is what he wanted, isn’t it? This is what he made you.
No — this is what you were born to be.
You manage to spit out a question between each violent spasm. “How many more before you’re satisfied?”
He tilts his head, seemingly unfazed by your fit of mania. “More what?”
“How many more of our friends must die?”
He smiles. It’s wide and untethered. There is a happiness there that you know does not belong. There was a time when this smile would have frightened you. Not now. Not anymore.
He has taken everything. You have nothing left to lose.
“All of them, preferably,” he says.
Your laughter stops as suddenly as it started.
18+ • NSFW (Dark fic ) • Read on AO3
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You suspended in the air. Back pressed against Astarion's bare chest. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispers sweet praises in Elvish that you can't quite understand. His slender fingers digging into your thighs as he spreads your legs so Gale can fuck you properly. They take turns filling you until you're dripping, overstimulated, and completely spent.
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How would you like to go?
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Snippet from chapter 11 of Exile (Or: How you learned to stay). Going on AO3 tomorrow.
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