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My Dearest Pet ~ Fem!Reader x Astarion

Summary: You've been very naughty, and Astarion decides that he is going to "punish" you. But...is it really all that punishing if he's enjoying it? If...you're...enjoying it? And what is that he has laid out on his bedroll and exactly WHERE does he think he's going to put it? Are you going to listen and obey, to become his dearest pet?

Word Count: 1.9k CW: Collar Play, Tail Play, Anal Foreplay, Pleasure, Stimulation (ALL the anal), voyeurism/exhibitionism (a mix?), I'll add more in the next few parts!

“You can’t be serious, Astarion?” You say this nervously, chuckling under your breath if only to hide the rosy pink glow that has crept into your cheeks. You looked at the downy white object before you laid out on the pillows. A glint of silver has caught your eye, attached to the end of the plush object.

You stand there naked and unmoving, your hands by your sides, shivering as his nimble fingers trace their well-known path up your arm as he circles you. A predator is circling his willing prey, his hand squeezing your arm. You feel the warmth of his breath against your neck—a position you’ve both been in before. He kisses your shoulder as you turn your head with lust-soaked eyes, staring at him, leaning in to meet him, but ultimately denying the kiss your lips so hungrily crave.

“You’re going to be my dearest pet.” Reaching his arms around you in a half-hearted embrace, he pulls a small leather collar up with a buckle and a silver ring attached. He presents it to you, pulling it around your neck and clasping it.

“And you need to look your part, on…your…knees, darling, hands on the floor." He whispers into your ear, sucking the edge of your ear into his mouth, teasing it with a fang before releasing it and walking in front of you. He kneels before you, stroking your chin gently, speaking softly but loud enough for you to hear.

“If at any point during any of this, my love, if you wish to stop, then say so, and we will!” He was, if not very, adamant about being open and communicative with each other in the relationship. Including any extracurricular activities, you both participated in or explored. “Do I have your consent to continue, my love?”

You nod your head and give a quickened, meaningful “yes!”

Your breath quickens, and you feel almost lightheaded. Was it his words? Was the collar too tight? A mix of both, perhaps? You’re in a state of unbridled curiosity as you obey and kneel before him. He leans in, tugging on your collar until your limbs give way and you are on all fours. You felt a breeze flutter through the flaps of the tent and hit your damp core between your thighs as you bit your lip to stifle a whimper. Astarion tugs your lip free with his thumb and carefully jerks your chin up to meet his gaze.

“You were very naughty earlier, darling; I'm not particularly fond of being corrected in front of our other companions.” He corrected, you don’t try to hide the smirk that plays across your lips; you know the exact moment he’s talking about.

“And since you like to talk so much, I will put that pretty mouth to use. Open up.” He pulls the downy object out from behind him and holds the silver end to your lips. The metal is cool and smooth. You make no conscious effort to open your mouth.

“I won’t ask again, pet; open your mouth.” He growled with a feral intensity deep in his throat. His hand fisted deep into your hair, pulling your head back with a jolt, eliciting a gasp from you as you stuck your tongue out. Still holding your hair, he leaned in and kissed your tongue, sucking on it before biting it.

“That’s a good girl, now…suck.” He says inserting the small metal device into your mouth and holding it at the base. Your tongue was swirling around it, and your head was bobbing ever so slightly as Astarion stared at you with a primal desire. In your mind, you had no idea what his plan was, but you wanted to please him, albeit drag it out for as long as possible. Something told you there was more in store before the day was out.

“That’s enough, little pet.” He commands, pulling it gently from your mouth. A thin string of saliva hangs between your lips and the bulbous metal object. Your eyes are filled with want and lust as you stare up at him. He smirks at you and shakes his head. You know how you look to him right now. Needy, desperate..breedable. He walks around you, pushing the top of your back down so your head lays flat against his bedroll. You wiggle your hips, trying to entice him, begging like a bitch in heat.

He was on his knees behind you, sucking air through his teeth—an audible hiss that reassured you your efforts weren't going unnoticed. He brought the palm of his hand down against your ass, which elicited a breathy yelp from you. He soothed away the sting with fingers that dug into your flesh; it had your eyes rolling back and your hips pressing back against him.

“We will be having none of that love. I told you to behave.” You chuckle coyly, your face still pressed firmly into the bedroll, as he slicks up a finger in his mouth. You can see him sucking it on out before pulling it out and rubbing it around your tight little hole, teasing up to just barely the first knuckle as you clench and tighten at his intrusion.

Gods above it felt so good you’d forgotten to breathe save for the minor instruction Astarion had given you. Gentle, seductive reminders as your voice was lost to silent whispers and knuckles grasping at sheets.

"Breathe, pet; that's essential." He mused as your uneven breath caught in your throat.

“Easier said than done coming from someone who...” You gasp as he adds a second finger, pumping them both into you slowly and stretching you out. His fingers brush against the sensitive walls with almost no resistance now. “...doesn’t need to breathe.”

Astarion chuckles as you push back against his hand, riding his fingers and whimpering. The skill those fingers held nimbly working you open. You feel cool metal dragged down your back with the silken feeling of gossamer fur caressing your warm flesh.

You feel it reach your ass, and your eyes grow wide with want. Astarion sucks it into his mouth before pressing it against the entrance of your ass.

“Relax, and don’t forget to breathe this time." The sultry tone of his voice oozed charisma. It wasn’t quite a compulsion, but you were inclined to listen and obey.

“Nod if you understand.” He spoke, and you nodded your head as he inched the plug deeper into your ass slowly, carefully, until you felt it sink completely in and your muscles clenched around it. At that moment, you wished for it to be Astarion’s slender cock. Buried deep to the hilt, leaking pre-cum. Begging for him to use every one of your holes for his pleasure, lost in your lustful thoughts, you stifle back a gasp as your body betrays you with a shudder.

Astarion chuckles behind you, giving your ass a firm slap once more. Your head hangs low as you raise yourself back up on all fours. When he slaps your ass, your hole clenches around the metal plug. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation, not by a long shot. This wasn’t the first time that you and Astarion had experimented with a little anal pleasure. But he had always been the one on the receiving end, and while you had always wondered what it felt like, you never imagined quite a full sensation. Every move had you panting and mewling, your arms and legs shaking, ready to give out on you. You looked between your thighs.

The white fur tail hung between your legs, and it started to make sense as your mind, in its haze, put two and two together. You heard the distinct sound of leather pulled through the silver loop, the collar around your neck tightening. His hand wound a few times around the leather strap, and then into the hair on the back of your head, tugging you back. You’re on your knees, bare back to his chest. He brings his face to your neck, his lips idling on your pulse just below your ear.

With his free hand, he traces your spine the entire length of your back with finesse and graceful precision. It reaches the curve of your ass. Your eyes flutter; you want so much more of him that you grind softly back against him. He is incredibly hard, and you wonder how he could remain so collected.

“I want everyone to hear and see just how obedient you are, darling.” He purrs against your skin, leaving open-mouth kisses on your shoulder. A small nip leaves the tiniest trail of blood, descending your collarbone and down your chest. His fingers pull and tease on the tail, and as you feel it slide from your body you whimper at the loss, he holds it between his fingers and pushes it back in effortlessly. Repeating the same motions a few more times, pulling it out, and letting your ass swallow it back up hungrily. As you mewl out his name in response, like a prayer on your lips, You lose yourself for a moment, and as your body lurches forward, he catches you.

“Careful now, pet; I’ve got you. And you’ve got this.” He smirks, helping to settle you on all fours again. He releases your hair; the plug is nestled back in place, and you wonder just how far he plans to take this. You’re shaking as your chest heaves; you’re trying to catch your breath. Remember to breathe. Fucking hell. Breathing was the last thing running through your mind when Astarion had you on all fours with a leash in hand.

It was slightly degrading? Exhilarating? Heat rushed to your face, and it competed ravenously with the heat between your legs. You leaned back only slightly to press your thighs together, hoping to find some relief, but there was none to be had. A quick tug on the leash brought you back to the present moment, as your head was forced to turn and lock eyes with Astarion.

He stood, leash in hand, at the entrance of the tent, tugging you closer so that you crawled on all fours toward him. He knelt, taking hold of your chin in his hand once more.

“You’re going to behave; you’re going to do exactly as I say. Don’t forget, if you need to stop tell me and we will.” He was riddled with desire; you could see it now—a man barely holding it together. You’d let him continue with this little charade, but he'd eventually cave..eventually.

“And if I don’t? Don’t behave I mean.” You tested the waters. You see the smirk disappear and the collar tightens and you want him to take you right there.

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that pet. Be a good girl for me, and I’ll reward you.” You bite your lip, seriously weighing your options. Before silently nodding to him, his smile returns.

“Good! Now, let’s go for a walk shall we.” He says, opening the flap of the tent, that has your face going pale, save for the blush on your cheeks as he tugs on the leash leading you outside. You obey, crawling out of the tent behind him. Collared, naked, aroused, and on all fours in front of all the rest of your fellow companions.

Props and thanks to the wonderful @saradika-graphics for the use of their wonderful dividers!

Also my tag list be hella tiny...msg me if you want to be added! ♥

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micropoe10 · 22 days

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Drows have changed me!! And look at him!! He is perfect omg!!! This is so well done look at all his little knacks!!!

Finally made a character sheet for the bbg<3

#oc: reon #i lov himst sm #bg3 durge #my friends ocs #my friends art #durge #bg3 #im okay with him sticking around

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micropoe10 · 25 days

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When you boop faster than Tumblr can keep up... ...Cause you are rewarded with toe beans and badges And you want to give your friends ALL your love... ...BOOP you're it!!

#you deserve the boops you receive #boop o meter #boop #boop your friends #boop that stranger #show some boopin kindness today!#take my boop #pay it forward in boops today

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micropoe10 · 1 month

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WIP Whenever

I guess I can start doing some of these? lol

Tagged by the lovely @brabblesblog and @bhaalbaaby

Tagging uhhh @tallymonster @tragedybunny and anyone else that wants too? No pressure though.

You stand there naked and unmoving, your hands by your side shivering as his nimble fingers trace their well-known path up your arm as he circles you. A predator is circling his willing prey, his hand squeezing your arm. You feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, a position you’ve both been in before. He kisses your shoulder as you turn your head lust soaked eyes, staring at him, leaning in to meet him but ultimately denied the kiss your lips so hungrily crave.

“You’re going to be my dearest pet.” Reaching his arms around you in a half-hearted embrace he pulls a small leather collar up with a buckle and a silver ring attached. He presents it to you, pulling it around your neck, and clasping it in place. “And you need to look your part, on your knees darling, hands on the floor”. He whispers into your ear sucking the edge of your ear into his mouth teasing it with a fang before releasing it and walking in front of you.

Your breath quickens and you feel almost lightheaded, was it his words? Was the collar too tight? A mix of both perhaps? You’re in a state of unbridled curiosity as you obey and kneel before him. He leans in tugging on your collar until your limbs give way and you are on all fours. You felt a cool summer breeze flutter through the flaps of the tent and hit your damp core between your thighs as you bit your lip to stifle a whimper. Astarion tugs your lip free with his thumb and carefully jerks your chin up to meet his gaze....

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion smut #writing wip #tag game #smut #bg3 smut #i'm still figuring out tags dont come for me lol #drabble possibly?#shortfic most likely #astarion romance #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 stuff

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micropoe10 · 2 months

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bg3 au where Mystra's chosen have to dress like this

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micropoe10 · 2 months

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Uhm YES!!!

𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.

Ch 4: My throne for her heart

A sequel to Whither is thy beloved gone? (AO3)

As Lord Astarion Ancuńin and his consort navigate their relationship anew, the ghosts of the past threaten to unravel everything they’ve worked for.

A little intimacy in the heart of their dominion starts conversations that have been waiting far too long.

Beta'd by the most wonderful, beloved @leomonae and @kringle-c

Read on AO3.

Masterlist

Full photo on twitter.

Ban looks at her husband, at the way he tries to play his request off as something fun and not something he needs; she can see through it, can see the ever-present fear in his eyes, usually muted, rising so close to the surface, that doubt threatening to drag him down into its endless depths.

She can feel it in the grip of his hands on her, on how it’s not exactly firm yet trembling, as if he’s holding fine china instead of muscle and sinew and resisting the urge to hold on tightly; there’s his chest, still rising and falling a little too fast for it to be completely normal.

A man drowning, yet his main concern is still her comfort.

Ban shifts, turning to straddle him fully - Astarion’s eyes widen a fraction at the move, even as his smile widens and his arms pull her closer to him. She settles right above his cock, grinding her cunt against it once; the answering gasp is enough to tell her she’s read him right.

Her dearest Astarion, king of her heart, light of her life, although she would never, ever, tell him that. Gone were the days when she would actively revel in hurting him, those early months after the rite where there was every reason to do so. Yet she still finds a small sense of satisfaction in doing it at times.

Like today.

The Vampire Ascendant wouldn’t - I know you’re still in there, prick!

“I’m not good.” It slips from her lips, a small confession of her own. “I never have been.”

Seven thousand dead, after all; condemned without a second thought, for him. Had they not had the complication of his changed behavior… she doubts she’d ever have regretted it. All for him. All for love.

A small snort from Astarion; his hands slip upwards, searching for the lacing on the back of her dress. “I am aware,” he murmurs, head tilting upwards to meet her in a small kiss. Ban can feel him smiling into it, seemingly amused despite the nervousness. “That has never been an issue.”

“Not even when I -”

“- hurt me?” Another kiss, this time on her cheek; he draws his legs closer to each other, allowing her to assume a more comfortable position straddling him. “Were we to lay out just how often we’ve torn out each other’s hearts, darling, I’m sure you’d find there would be nothing left to save.”

Uttered in a careless purr, sure, but this is what he fears most.

His fingers undo the laces of her dress, deft, quick, fingertips ghosting over the skin of her back as he does so. She shivers at the contact, his warmer body temperature at times still disconcerting.

All those memories of before, of those nights spent within the tent or under the stars - he was cold in all of them. Cold like stone, eyes warm like embers, heart slow and yet so full of untainted love.

Ban pushes the thought aside, her hands moving to push his jacket and shirt off his shoulders; a move she remembers doing all too often back in those days, and gods, she shouldn’t be thinking about it -

Armor and undershirt fell off his shoulders in one move, the touch of cool skin pleasant against her calloused palms. Underneath her he sighed, rolling his eyes as she moved to touch the gash on his chest. “This isn’t healing well,” she said, tracing the wound with a finger.

“It’ll be fine in a day or two,” Astarion answered, looking at her with an amused expression. She was straddling him; one of those precious nights where they explored each other’s bodies without pushing for too much. As soon as the clothes were off, he already had a hand between her legs, fingers brushing over her clit with a teasing lightness. “For now, I suggest you focus on… something else.”

She laughed, an uncomplicated thing with him back then. “Can’t really focus when it’s staring me in the face, Astarion. It looks bad. You should be more worried.”

He fixed his eyes on her then, offered a warm smile in return. “I can worry later. Right now I can only see you.”

“Ban?”

She blinks as she hears the same voice, his voice, and locks eyes with him; Astarion has finished shrugging his jacket off, watching her with a guarded gaze as his hands begin to move back to her dress, intending to lift it off her.

“I - let me,” she says, mostly to cover up that lapse in attention. She climbs off his lap, slipping out of her dress and underwear; Astarion seems to stay frozen for a moment, eyes following her every move; he then pushes down the rest of his own clothing, kicking it away.

As Ban returns to her former position in his lap, Astarion lets out a rough sigh; his hand wraps around the swell of her ass. “You’re thinking,” he murmurs, brow furrowing. He doesn’t need to say what she’s thinking about; they’re both aware. “It’s been -”

“A year. I know.” She sighs. A year. She’s known him far longer as the Ascendant than she has from before; guilt bubbles in her stomach at this, at still missing that version of him - as if he isn’t the same man - and she forcibly pushes the thought away.

He regards her for a moment longer, then leans forward. Hesitant, almost frightened lips meet her own, the kiss unsure and the breaths shaky.

“I would have told you of your family,” he whispers in between kisses, “eventually.”

Ban’s not sure how much of that is truth and how much is Astarion trying to convince himself. But for now, she finds it acceptable.

“Not forgiven just yet,” she replies, her hand moving to rest against his chest, hips gently rolling against him. She’s already wet, despite her words; the sight of him lounging on his throne always sent arousal shooting through her, without fail. She can feel his body slowly responding to her proximity, his breath catching and his cock beginning to stir. A small, half-stifled groan escapes from his lips, seemingly equal parts want and frustration at her statement.

“You act like that’s a novel experience for me, darling,” Astarion quips; he can’t completely keep the bitterness from his voice. The hand on her ass urges her to fully press against him; his cock twitches at the contact, head flushed and tip leaking. A small shiver runs through him and she runs a hand soothingly through his curls, noting that despite the desire, there’s tension in his movements.

The wetness of her cunt makes him groan and he thrusts up, gently, just seeking friction and warmth; his length rubs her clit, eyes flicking down towards her breasts, as if he’s admiring her body. She can’t exactly explain why, but it seems off.

“Can we just -” He takes a small pause as he considers what to say. The hand on Ban’s ass squeezes once, as if to remind himself that she’s there and on top of him. “Just love me.”

Ban frowns, the tone and the words rather concerning. A hand on his cheek, guiding him to meet her gaze, and she realizes she’s guessed right - he’s hiding his face; the pain and fear there is impossible to conceal otherwise.

“Astarion.” These may be the most important words she’ll utter today. “Listen carefully. I have, I do, and I will always love you.” She says it slowly, making sure each word is clear, hoping he’ll understand.

The words seep through him, soothing the wounds in his heart; Astarion finds that he can manage a tiny smile. “Even after everything?” It comes out teasingly, he hopes. His body, however, can’t exactly hide his relief; his shoulders sag and his hips roll faster, rubbing himself against her warmth and earning himself a low moan as he drags against her clit. His free hand moves to wrap fingers around the armrest, grounding himself a little better.

Ban chuckles, the sound making him melt. “I’ll still be upset in the morning, but in the end I’ll always choose you.” One of her hands stays on his cheek, the other slipping lower to wrap around his length, causing his hips to jerk. A few strokes, just enough to have him completely rock hard, and she lines herself up against him.

“Good enough,” he chokes out; he shifts his legs, placing them closer together to better support her weight. There’s some trepidation and hurt - she still hasn’t forgiven me, what if she won’t ever do so? bounces around his mind unbidden - but the latter half of her statement soothes him. She’s chosen him - him, who isn’t enough, who’s always been someone’s plaything and never much more, something to be discarded once used, someone who’s become a monster in his quest for freedom. Him.

He can feel her heat, taste her want, sense how close she is - all he needs to do is push in. Astarion repositions his feet, firmly planting them against the white marble floor; he holds back for a few moments, cock throbbing, a reminder of just how easy it would be to bury himself in her and fuck. That’s not what he wants, however.

Say it again, darling? is that he plans to say, preferably in a low, purred tone.

“Say it again, please,” is what slips out, instead. “I love you.” Another smile, another of those saved only for him, and he finally watches her sink down and take him home.

Astarion’s eyes fall shut as he drinks in the sensation of her all around him; tight, warm, wet - her. He’s fucked scores of people on this very same throne when she was gone, a parade of warm bodies and cunts and cocks just to forget her, a situation that felt a little too close to his past to be completely comfortable but he didn’t have a choice, did he, when he needed anything, everything, to forget -

But she’s here, now. Here to stay, even when he’s upset her - although, he reminds himself, that is something he’ll need to make amends for. But still.

He opens his eyes, smiling despite himself. No fantasy he’d used back then matches up to this: to Ban staring down at him as she begins to move up and down, fucking herself on him. Using his cock, using him, to give herself pleasure. He grips her ass tighter, feeling the muscle shift with every move; his other hand moves to her back to support her, fingers tracing gentle circles on the soft skin. Her weight presses on him; not unpleasantly, but enough that his legs brace to hold them both in place.

Astarion feels himself approaching his climax, perhaps a little too fast; not much surprise there. He’d spent the whole day anxious, worried she wouldn’t come home, and the relief of her being here and loving him affects him like nothing else. He considers just letting go, letting himself rut up into her, chasing his release, but thinks better of it. Not yet.

He bites the inside of his cheek, enough for the pain to partially distract him from the mounting coil of desire in his core. “Wait,” he says, groaning as she lifts herself up and then sinks back down again, the drag of her walls around him almost enough to push him over. “Let me - else I won’t last.”

She cocks her head at him, stilling for a second, then suddenly rolls her hips again in one smooth, teasing move; a low, desperate whine escapes him. “Then don’t, love. Let me make love to you, like you asked.”

Gods. Who is he to refuse this? He nods, a little too vigorously perhaps, eyes locked onto hers. She places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it, expression impossibly tender. “You need not do this, Ban,” he says, although his mind screams yes, yes!

“I want to.”

Nothing but absolute certainty there, and finally Astarion allows himself to relax into the moment. He presses her closer to him, wanting, needing more contact. He keeps his eyes on her face, feels her hand rest on his chest yet again, against his heart that only beats for her, beats because of her.

She rides him, for now utterly focused on bringing him his climax, the speed punishing; he can feel every clench of her walls around him, that slick-warm tightness that sends his mind reeling and his cock weeping deep inside her. A quick angling of his hips to allow her to sink down deeper and he almost cries out; each thrust now buries him to the hilt, and he fights the urge to let his eyes roll back into his head from the pleasure, wanting to see her. Her, Ban, his consort, no, wife, his beloved his heart -

“That’s it,” she whispers, one hand bracing on the armrest as she moves. “Come for me, love.”

He can’t help the whine that erupts from his lips as he comes, fingers digging into Ban’s skin, holding on for dear life; he can feel her continue to roll her hips as he spills inside her, vision going blurry for a second as his whole being narrows down into a pinpoint of pleasure. Astarion rides it out, hips jerking involuntarily and heart hammering hard against her palm.

Loved. He feels loved, a feeling that has admittedly been more common lately, but one he fears he’s lost in light of his deception. To know that it’s still there even when things are turbulent is a reassurance he has never known before.

To know that Ban isn’t bolting at the first sign of trouble; know he is loved and chosen still.

Perhaps he can eventually even believe he’s enough.

Ban watches Astarion come down from his high, breaths shallow as he finally releases his grip on her ass. He sags back against the throne, eyes refocusing on her; he’s beautiful as ever, marble skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. She can feel him beginning to soften inside her, and leans forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. That should be it for today.

The kisses feel a lot more confident, Astarion meeting her with equal fervor. When he finally pulls away his eyes are shining; his hand moves to rest on Ban’s inner thigh, waiting for her to say yes. She looks down, considering it. She is achingly wet, the desire compounded by the fact that he’s still inside her, but she also isn’t sure she actually could - the day’s events were rather taxing on her, and she’s beginning to tire from being spread open and riding him.

As if noting her indecision, Astarion’s brow furrows. “Tell me what you want, p-”

He winces, quickly clearing his throat. “Darling.” Ban raises an eyebrow. She’d asked him, long ago, to stop calling her pet, and he had done so without complaint nor misstep; today would have been the first. But she understands why he nearly slipped - they’re on the throne after an argument, after all, and that line he just used was one he’d often employed after he first ascended. “Thank you,” she says, acknowledging his effort to correct himself. “I would want to try, but…”

I don’t want to not finish and complicate things. Disappoint you, make you doubt.

“Might be better for me to take care of it myself, lest it end up being unsuccessful.”

He thinks, silent for a moment. “May I at least help?” Before he can stop himself, he pushes on. “I’m still me. Let me please you like I did back then.”

Another set of familiar words, ones he used to say in the privacy of their tent. She can’t help but feel wistful at the memory, but she still falters; just like it is for him, navigating their renewed relationship is at times challenging. “I would love you to, but -”

Her words die in her mouth as Astarion’s fingers slip higher, two of them finding her clit and flicking once.

Pitched low, his voice washes over her, a gust of wind reigniting the embers of her desire. “Darling,” he purrs, the wry grin she knows so well back on his face, “do you really want to go? Or do you want to come?”

The line is both hilarious and effective; Ban stifles a small laugh. “Fine. I can try to come, if that’s agreeable with you.” His answer is quick and effortless. “Of course, love.” He considers for a moment, head tilting, and then gently nudges her off his lap; as she moves, he finally slips out of her, the loss of contact sending a small pang through her. “Now come back,” Astarion says, spreading his legs apart and sitting farther back, so there’s ample space between his parted legs. “Sit, with - yes, that.”

She settles back onto the throne, her back to his chest. Astarion draws her close, arms wrapping around her waist; he settles his head next to hers to look down at her body, his breath tickling her ear.

Warm breaths ghost over her and she shivers; so like before, and yet so different. The pale hand moving to cup a breast pauses, and a soft kiss is pressed against her cheek. “Tell me,” he whispers, “what you want. Where, faster, slower - everything.” She can’t help the groan that escapes her at his words, watching his other hand slowly trace a path from her chest down to her belly. There’s a soft press of lips against her temple, a light brush of fingers against her nipple that makes her jerk; she notes too, though, the tone of his voice, that silky-smooth purring that is too perfect, and sighs. “I will, if you just relax.”

Astarion takes a deep, rather shaky, breath; she feels his chest expanding against her back. “I… I can,” he says, the hand on her belly tracing gentle circles. “The offer remains, however. Anything you want, and it is yours…”

A small nod, and she leans back against him, settling against the crook of his neck. “Touch me.”

The moment he does isn’t electric, but soothing, satisfying that gnawing need growing in her core; his fingers move in light, careful movements, not teasing but slowly drawing out her pleasure all the same. “That isn’t quite enough instruction, Ban. A little more would be highly appreciated,” he rumbles from behind her.

“A little faster, and -” She pauses, unsure how to say it.

Her lack of experience has always been an ever-present thing, and letting herself fully go is a challenge. She’d come close during their adventures, but that avenue had felt closed since their relationship deteriorated after the rite. Ordering him around is one thing; letting him know honestly what she desires from him is far more challenging.

“Harder?” he offers. “I know precisely what to do, but I would so love to hear it from you.” A whimper, torn, and she instead grabs his hand, leading it to her entrance.

“Ah,” Astarion nips her ear, a gentle scrape of fangs that make her buck as his fingers trace around her opening. “So wet for me, so needy, and yet you won’t say it.”

The hand on her waist pulls her tighter to him, encouraging her to rest against him, letting her feel every rise and fall of his chest; he’s not leaning on the back of the chair, instead holding her and himself up without effort. The fingers skating across her entrance finally slip inside her in one smooth move; a moan escapes her.

“There,” he coos, eyes fixed on his hand. “I adore the way you look with my fingers inside you. Positively divine." He keeps his fingers still for a moment, smirking when she tries to cant her hips upward and fuck herself on the digits.

“Tut, tut,” he chides. “I won’t move unless you tell me precisely what to do. Since you have provided no commands…”

“Just fuck me, gods, Astarion,” she hisses out, desperation winning out over embarrassment..

A small laugh, and he begins pumping his fingers in and out.

Ban bucks at the sensation, hips lifting up to chase his hand, her own hands gripping his thighs for purchase; the evidence of her desire and the remnants of his release coat his digits with every pass. Astarion feels his cock begin to stir yet again, and is unable to prevent the low groan that escapes him. It does seem to affect her, however; she clenches around his fingers at the sound. That she wants him, is aroused by the simple sound of him groaning, brings a lazy satisfaction to him; he begins to languidly rut against her ass, fingers still thrusting in and out of her. It doesn’t escape his notice that she’s starting to willingly talk about what she wants, even if he has to coax it out; more often than not, she’ll skirt it and lets him decide, which doesn’t have to be a bad thing: he knows the way she wants everything, centuries of being attuned to people’s desires making her an easy study. However, hearing her say it is entirely different, a gesture of openness that he very much prefers. He quietly congratulates himself for his attempt today, though; it seems like being drunk has given him just enough courage to try again without worrying about being rejected.

She wants him, needs him, whether it be his voice or his cock or even just his fingers, just him, really - even willing to open up and tell him what she desires, now - and maybe he is enough?

He will be enough, he swears. In every way she wants him to be.

“You’re doing so well, love,” he purrs, “but I’m certain there’s one more thing you’d like to ask of me.” He lets his thumb graze over her clit, and is rewarded by the sensation of nails digging into the meat of his thighs.

“Yes, that,” she murmurs, as if embarrassed.

“That… what?” he asks, the perfect picture of mock innocence; he lifts his thumb away.

“I want you to touch my clit,” Ban finally manages to say, the words dragged through her lips.

“There we go,” Astarion growls into her ear approvingly, pitching his voice low and rough. “My very good girl.”

He thinks that’s enough pushing her for now; finally allowing his thumb to press against her clit, stroking it a little to the -

“That side, yes,” she breathes, and he’s amused by the sudden forwardness, a sudden wave of affection flooding him. The lazy way he’s been rutting into her hasn’t intensified; he has no intention of going further, but it feels nice, all the same. He rests his head on her shoulder as he finally lets her have what she wants, fingers driving into her cunt faster as his thumb alternates between lazy circles and stroking the side she likes.

“I… I didn’t stumble onto the contract.” It slips out of her mouth, and Astarion freezes, the hand still cupping her breast tightening slightly. “I waited until you were asleep, and searched for it.”

He barely has to fight back the urge to call her out for her hypocrisy, to say something he won’t mean in a day or so; he’s not daft, and this doesn’t surprise him at all. Instead he leans forward to mouth at her neck.

“I won’t say I’m not…”

Upset? Piqued? Astarion weighs his words. His fingers resume moving in and out of her, although a little more absently. “Well, I’m not too pleased, I suppose. But it matters little.”

I love you too much to hold it against you.

The kiss on her neck turns into a light nip, fangs playfully grazing against her skin. “There,” he murmurs. “Your punishment.”

Ban laughs, the sound cut off when he purposely thumbs her clit faster in response. “You could do better than that, Astarion,” she challenges, a hand snaking up to gently grab a fistful of his own silver curls, and he can’t help the way his cock throbs at her insolent, playful tone and the feel of his hair being tugged.

He resumes thrusting against her ass, each roll of his hips sending a dull sense of pleasure through him. He doubts he’ll come again, but doesn’t mind; his focus is on her, his fingers working, fucking her harder, making sure to graze her spot with every pass, thumb rubbing her clit at just that angle he knows she likes best. He feels sweat beading both their bodies, wonders for a moment if they’ve ruined the upholstery, then remembers they can always have it redone.

“Would you want me to bite?” he asks, mouth still poised over her neck. “You need only ask, my love.” He phrases it as sweetly as he can, but the rutting against her only increases in fervency, a hint of his own excitement at the prospect of tasting her again.

He swears he could taste her every day and still not get used to it - nothing else comes close. Astarion feels her cunt clench around his fingers, the tightness intensifying; he responds accordingly, stroking her clit and fingers curling as it works in and out of her core. Perfect, he thinks. He figures if he times it right, he can bring her off as he sinks his fangs in.

“Make it hurt,” she growls at him, baring her neck; the words send a bolt of pure lust straight through him, his hips grinding against her in response. For a moment he considers flipping her around and burying himself in her, into that delectable cunt, just fucking into her again without a second thought, drinking her blood, cock sheathed all the way in -

No. You’ve already had your fill, he tells himself. The love and trust she’s showing him is more than enough.

Instead he bares his fangs, jaw widening, and sinks them in. Hard, as requested, but precise - he knows not to cause too much pain.

The surge of blood into his mouth makes him moan, his hips involuntarily thrusting faster, but he keeps most of his attention on her - on the way she gasps and jerks in his arms, the way her hand tightens on his hair, the way her cunt clamps down on his fingers as she finally comes, the surge of wetness that tells him he’s done his job well.

He drinks; not a lot, nowhere near the amount he used to, when he needed it for sustenance. And he holds her close, too, takes her through her orgasm; rubbing, thrusting, squeezing. Once her body’s movements recede to mere shivers, he licks over the pinprick wounds; swallows down his last mouthful with a pang of regret.

Ban sags against him, hand falling away from his hair as she nuzzles into his neck. He looks down at her, taken by the sight. His own hips still, burgeoning lust now abating instead, replaced by a fierce, unbridled affection for the woman sprawled against him.

A small kiss on her cheek is all he manages; no words seem quite sufficient for the sheer joy of the moment. He’s aware it’s partially relief - relief that she hasn’t taken his transgression as something to leave him over once again - but most of his joy is due to simple, blind, devotion.

Ban shifts against him. “Well that must’ve sobered you up some,” she teases, and he barks out a laugh in response.

“Positively,” he admits. “Shall we clean up and go to bed, then, darling?”

Inwardly, he’s just pleased to have her back. She stands, and he follows; belatedly, he realizes he might still be a little tipsy, as he sways.

A loud laugh from his dearest consort, his Ban, and arms wrap around him to help support him. They’re both naked; he flaps a hand at her when she hesitates, looking over towards their discarded clothing.

“Let the servants deal with it tomorrow. What do we even pay them for, if not to pick up after us?”

She snorts, unabashed, and he grins at the sound. It’s getting easier for her to open up around him, and he cherishes every little sign of it. “Fine. Let’s go, you lush.”

He lets her guide him without protest, leaning on her. There’ll be more discussions to be had over the issue of her family, certainly, but for now? He’s happy.

If you would like to see more of these two and their story, consider reading my other entries in the series "If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there."

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This art is beautiful, and the story is wonderful! It's tragically sad and breaks my heart in the best ways. But I keep going back for more ;--;

A moments embrace |25022024 - | based on "Perfect Slaughter" by asterdurge

reader discretion is advised, pls read the tags before checking it out

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Fuck ow I love this but oh my heart this was beautiful. Why does it hurt ;--;

Stitches in Time

༺Summary༻

A triple drabble reflecting on Astarion and Serafina's relationship

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Warnings / Tags༻ Angst , Hurt no comfort

༺Word Count༻ 300

༺A/N༻ I went into a trance a wrote this between DnD combat rounds. I don't know what it is. Silly probably.

He's 239 years old, he's sewing Serafina's shirt in a tent after a battle. A wound that wasn't serious but caused his stomach to drop anyway. A feeling he doesn't know what to do with yet.

He's 241 years old, and he's hastily repairing the lace on his cuff. If Sera finds out it tore an hour before the wedding, she'll have a nervous fit.

He's 242 years old, and he's working in secret while Sera sleeps. Her favorite dress no longer fits around the growing bump they've named Estelle.

He's 247 years old, and he's sewing the eye back on a stuffed bear while somehow also comforting the crying girl in his lap. Her every tear is a knife in his heart, and he'd do anything to soothe her.

He's 267 years old, and he's stitching a wound shut on Estelle's pale skin. “I won't tell your mother if you promise to stop living like this,” he warns the ambitious little criminal.

He's 278 years old, and he's working elaborate beading onto a dress in the morning light, while he and Sera chat. Tomorrow he'll surprise his little girl for her birthday. She's come so far, a magistrate herself,with political ambition.

He's 295 years old, and he's sewing a tiny little dress. A grandchild, him, did the gods take leave of their senses one day. The thought makes him giddy.

He's 359 years old, and he's embroidering violets into a handkerchief, a futile gesture, something pretty to catch the blood. She's far too young and no one knows why, damage from the tadpole they guess with haunted looks.

He's 361 years old, and he's stitching black lace onto diaphanous fabric. The last gift he'll ever give her. One she'll take with her into the cold, dark ground tomorrow.

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Desire at Daybreak ~ Astarion x Reader

Summary: Just a short morning drabble with you waking up to Astarion starring at you in bed. Do you cuddle? Do you kiss? Anything can happen in the early morning hours. Thank you to @tragedybunny, @tallymonster, @brabblesblog for constantly encouraging me even if I only dabble in drabbles rn :'D ❤️

You're laying in bed, still waking up, the haze of sleep hasn't left your eyes as you slowly open them to see Astarion laying next to you. The iridescent hues of the summer morning sun cascades through the window. Astarion smiles at you, as you realize he must have been awake for god knows how long watching you sleep and it brings warmth and a faint blush to your face.

Your hair fans out across the pillows as you exchange good mornings, while you stretch out beside him waking up your tired limbs. He rolls over, now laying on top of you. It's certainly not an unwelcome move but you're taken aback. You giggle in your flustered state as he hovers above you. His shirt hanging loosely away from his body you catch a glimpse of that pale skin underneath it, and in that brief possessive moment you want to mark it.

Your body is pinned beneath him but you still can move if you wish...but you both know you won't as he is propped up on his forearm you go to speak his name. But he holds his fingers to your soft supple lips replacing them with his thumb slowly tracing them and pulling down gently on your bottom lip before releasing it. He sighs contently how easy it would be to just capture your lips with his own as he feels your heart hammering against his chest.

He strokes the side of your face with his fingers and then his hand. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles giving a subtle chuckle tucking a stray curl behind your ear. Letting his hand linger there for far to long as your eyes gaze over his delicate features.

His hand gets lost gently tangling in your hair cradling the back of your head. As he leans in kissing your forehead, your eyes, his lips brush against the tip of your nose before the tip of his own is softly rubbing against it.

Where lust and passion may have been last night in those deep red orbs that stare back at you. Now is overtaken by tenderness and desire. As he kisses your lips, stealing your breath you wrap your arms around him, your body arches off the bed into his. His tongue teases against your bottom lip coaxing you to open your mouth as he slips inside. You moan out hushed approvals that are lost in a mix of his own...

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I'm glad you enjoyed it babes 💦💦you're looking a little parched over there.

...Laundry Day...

This is...hehehe...dirty thoughts...

🧺18+ thoughts🥵..MDNI...🔞

I'm sitting here at my local laundromat knowing that I have a whole other piece of fanfic that I could be working on, while I wait. Other friends stories to get caught up on but...

At 10 minutes left I'm lost in my own world listening to the rhythmic..plat, plat, plat.. of wet fabric hitting cool stainless steel. The suds are white, foamy, creamy...milky white...sloshing around in that big gaping drum...

8 minutes... I'm wanting to bent over, pressed against the washer by Astarion while he digs his fingers into my supple hips. As I tease his buldging cock with my ass rubbing against him. Holding on to the frame of the washer as he pulls my hips back against him.

4 minutes...Astarion is over my antics, giving my ass a firm slap and spinning me around to face him. Tongue teasing my lips, coaxing them open seeking entrance as I whimper for more. Smiling because I know I've riled him up.

2 minutes...He pulls my pants down enough to allow those pale slender fingers to slip deliciously past my panties and rub against my clit. I'm panting, mewling for more. Fuck...if anyone were to pass by the windows or walk in...He's sliding his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth...

"Delicious"

Spin Cycle....Fuck my legs are weak, am I standing..no he's holding me up...with finesse and skilled fingers he's freeing his dick from his pants. Pink, slender, and leaking precum and filling me in all but one fluid motion. My head is thrown back moaning as he matches the rhythmic cycle of the washer. My leg is hiked up resting against his hip, his lips are on mine swallowing every cry, every moan. Astarions free hand squeezes my breast. He's going faster now matching the speed of the washer as it reaches its climactic end. All I hear is the plat, plat, plat and I no longer can tell if its the washer or skin against skin.

Oh god im cumming.....the washer is draining...he is draining into me giving me his load while the washer finishes mine...

"You're such a good girl darling, taking my load, you're all wet for me." He'd tell me...wet...wet???

Shit my laundry....fuck whelp time to go toss it in the dryer.

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micropoe10 · 2 months

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ALL the kisses!!!!!

More kisses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion #astarion x tav #tavstarion #i stayed up late to finish this and now im so eepy #my friends ocs #my friends art #reblog art

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Zesstra discovered fetish fashion.

Pretty much what I imagined her wearing to work once she becomes a certain streamer's sugar baby

#tav: zesstra #bg3 oc #modern au #modern fashion headcanon #reblog art #my friends ocs #my friends art

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I could help him conserve water...

Good night tumblr ❤️

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...Laundry Day...

This is...hehehe...dirty thoughts...

🧺18+ thoughts🥵..MDNI...🔞

I'm sitting here at my local laundromat knowing that I have a whole other piece of fanfic that I could be working on, while I wait. Other friends stories to get caught up on but...

"Delicious"

Oh god im cumming.....the washer is draining...he is draining into me giving me his load while the washer finishes mine...

"You're such a good girl darling, taking my load, you're all wet for me." He'd tell me...wet...wet???

Shit my laundry....fuck whelp time to go toss it in the dryer.

#bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion would totally fuck against the washer #he'd love it #he'd make you take his load and tell you that you could have more later #ooooh my thoughts unhinged sitting here #he'd fuck you on the folding tables wanting you ride his dick #my dirty mind #chorewhore #he'd call you a dirty girl and he'd be right

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micropoe10 · 2 months

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I am 1 follower away from 100 followers WHAAAAT?!?!?!

I want to hug you all and just keep you all safe in a little box 🥰🥰🥰

Thanks for enjoying my little doodle and ramblings!!!

#100 followers #well almost #99 of you and i appreciate you all #my ramblings #almost all of it is BG3 related #makes my little heart happy

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God FUCK!!! I'm unhinged, I'm feral, I have torn through the bars of my enclosure now. Yall need to read this and just...fuck...we're taking up a collectio empty your wallets!!! Making me feel a certain way bestie 🥵😈😏😘

Careless Whisper

Summary: Zesstra is a stripper and she just got off work. She turns on her computer and watches a very steamy streamer.

THIS IS PURE SMUT TRASH, IT IS NOT SERIOUS. If you come to my asks being an asshole, your ass will get BLOCKED.

A/N: there's a lot of emojis and out of character speak going on here. Do not take anything written here seriously, this was done for fun. Consider this a love letter to my friends on the Astarion Brainrot discord and to the ones who let me use their Tavs in this wild idea I had one day when I got too stoned and started to write on Google docs. Might be a one off, might be a thing, who knows?? Either way, enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day 😘💕

@cursedhaglette who let me use Halia (goldengalhal)

@tragedybunny who let me use Sera (SeraQueen)

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And @bhaalbaaby who let me use Penelope

Thanks guys, I love love love you all 💕

Zesstra flops onto her bed with her laptop and a giant glass of wine in her hand. Another shitty day at work, but what's new? Being a dancer at the Fae Cabaret wasn't the ideal thing, but fuck, if the money wasn't worth getting her ass slapped for 10$ extra dollars in her tip pile.

Today though, was the last straw. The creepy rich dude who comes by every once in a while came by tonight, and did his same bullshit. She could practically recite his opening line “Hey gorgeous, why the sour face?” followed by a stupid smarmy laugh.

Zesstra smiled, put on the fake giggle, and slapped his shoulder. Next, he buys her the cheapest mixed drink, and of course, he gets himself an expensive glass of whiskey he never finishes.

She tries her hardest not to roll her eyes after he makes some degrading comment about her coworker, grimacing while he rants about some meeting with important people she doesn't give two fucks about.

Whatever, that's all in the past now. Tonight was about Zesstra, of course. It's her blessed time off and she was going to spend it the only way she could truly enjoy it.

Zesstra turned on her computer and went through her socials. The public one for family and close friends, some messages from the girls at work, nothing too exciting.

Then she flips to the slutty socials, the ones where she can post pictures from work. She answers some messages on her pay per post site, adds more lewd photos from her various shopping sprees, and scrolls for a few minutes. Messages pour in offering her the world for a few seconds of her attention, but there's really only one place she wishes to be.

Zesstra thinks back on the one bright spot in her nights. A regular she only knows as “The Lawyer”. He's a good looking elf, perfect silver hair, gorgeous face, dazzling red eyes that lock onto her as she walks the floor of the club.

He usually doesn't say much, but when he does Zesstra swears she’s heard that silky voice somewhere before. She put that thought to the back of her mind. Tonight was about seeking her own pleasure.

Clicking through the streaming sites she visits on nights when the images of him won't leave, she finds that her favorite creator, an asmr streamer called ProfaneDelight, just began his stream. Zesstra clicks on his name and pops her headphones on. She drinks more of the wine, and closes her eyes as his voice begins to fill her ears.

“Good evening, darlings.” She watches as he enters the frame of the video, his tight red shirt and black pants hug his body. The camera is at the most unfortunate angle, since it won't allow her to see his whole face which she assumes matches the delicious sound of his voice.

“Have you been waiting all day for me?” He huffs softly, a small laugh follows, “What a good audience you are…” His breathy tone sends shivers down her spine.

Zesstra kept her eyes on the screen as his hands come up to the desk he stands behind. She notices the black leather gloves with red piping along the edges that cover his hands.

“You know I can't stand to be away from you.”, his voice drips, seductively. “I bet you think of me while you do the most boring things.”

Zesstra can't help keeping her eyes locked on his hands, she tries not to, but her mind starts to imagine The Lawyer’s hands there instead.

“Do you get excited when you see time passing by as I get closer to coming back to you?”

His right hand comes up to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing a couple of buttons. A breathy sigh followed his hand as it lowered itself down his torso. Zesstra bites her lip in anticipation, taking another slow sip from her wine.

Her eyes follow his hand as it comes to a stop at the waistline of his pants. The heat rises to her cheeks when she sees the outline of his cock as the gloved hand cups it.

A strained groan escapes his lips, she can already feel the effects of his seduction working on her body. Her cheeks are heating up just by watching these slow teases.

Zesstra swallows more wine, watching as he opens his shirt more. The pale skin of his core seemed to shine in what appears to be candlelight. The soft yellows of the light bathe his body, the shadows cast highlight the muscles that are slowly exposed.

“Ah ah aaahh” he teases, “if you want more…you know what to do, darlings.”

Zesstra smirks mischievously, the money she earned tonight would be put to great use right now. She types a quick message and before she could type it she hears the ping of a donation from someone called goldengalhal.

goldengalhal sent 20$ “Starting off right, love. There's more where that came from 😘”

Zesstra rolls her eyes and sends her 25$ donation, 5 more than whomever that is. Back on the screen she sees her name and message pop up.

TestyZesty sent 25$ “couldn't wait to come home, looks like I got here just in time…”

He laughs and begins to slide one of the gloves off near the microphone. The soft scratching sound of the fabric rubbing against his pale hand sent more shivers through Zesstra’s skin.

As the glove comes completely off his hand, he taps on the mic, Zesstra sighs contentedly and licks the wine off her lip. She notices his fingers, and does a double take. They look familiar? She pours the last bit of this bottle into her glass and leans back to watch more before jumping to conclusions.

“Looks like we have someone who came by at the right time…little TestyZesty…my dear, what are you so testy about? Anything I can help with?” His lips curl into a little smirk, “I hear I give wonderful stress relief…”

Zesstra shoots up on her bed, her wine swivels in the glass and almost spills due to her abrupt reaction. “No fuckin’ way.” her jaw drops and she begins to type her response. Suddenly, another donation pings, this time from a SeraQueen.

SeraQueen sent 50$ “I had a bad day at work, can I get a little love too 🥺”

“Of course, dear. Hope your day can improve now that you're here, my Queen.” he responds with all the sweet words they all love.

Zesstra scoffs, “Biiiiitttttch, please.” she giggles and sends her message. As soon as it pops up on screen, she hears his melodic voice begin to read it.

“Work, irl shit. Life sucks, then you die. You make it better though.” she sees a small smirk on his lips, Gods, she would kill to suck on those lips. “Oh, don't be so nice to me, Zesty…you make me want to be nice back..” He draws out the last bit of that sentence, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The second hand comes up and begins the same languid dance of slipping the matching glove off. Bit by bit he takes the glove off each finger, a soft moan flows out of those pretty pink lips when he finally releases his hand from the offending accessory.

He strokes the microphone with his fingers as more soft, breathy moans leave his lips. “You're all so eager to get me exposed aren't you? All these adorable messages just for me?”

“You have no idea…” Zesstra grabs the second bottle of wine that sat on her nightstand, she unscrews the top and drinks straight from the bottle. More images of her Lawyer pop into her head, but her mind decides to think of the way he ran his hands all over her when she took him into the private rooms at the back of the club a couple of nights ago.

No matter how many times she's been told not to let people touch her, she can't help letting him do it every time they're alone. He was paying for the whole experience, of course, but sometimes she wonders what they would get away with if she were the one paying him.

She snaps out of it the moment she hears another donation ping from an EcoGirl.

EcoGirl sent 150$ “do you like to garden? Because I have a hedge that needs tending 😏”

“Oh no, little love. I can't mess up these immaculate hands…then how would I be able to make these streams?” He giggles a bit and stands to remove his belt. It's like a little game of back and forth comments and donations from different people.

Among the many she notices a comment from a slutty_songstress “how do I get you to sing for me? bet you make wonderful sounds 👀”. He apparently noticed that one as well, he reads it out and huffs into the microphone.

“I don't usually do private performances…most of the time I’m the one getting the dance done for me…” A skewed smirk grows on his face, as if he's trying to play coy.

Zesstra’s mind begins to fire off with unhinged horny thoughts. She would do anything to give this man a dance he would never forget. People do love her aloof drow attitude, who’s to say he wouldn't?

Before she could stop herself, she drops another donation.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “what kind of dancing? Are you going to the ballet or stopping by the Cabaret? maybe I'll see you there? 😘”

Another cheeky comment, sure to get his attention. He laughs again, and bites his lip. “Well, I do enjoy both, but I do hold a special place in my heart for the girls at the Fae…have a few in mind actually.”

Within seconds the chat is flooded with questions on who the girls could be. Zesstra sees a few of her coworker’s names flash up on the screen, most notably, Penelope, the pink tiefling with a huge fan base, and Nym the other drow girl who worked part time at the strip club.

Some even mentioned Nym’s brother Sorm, but he had given up the cabaret after finding himself a job as a model after one of his regulars hit it big during Faerun Fashion Week.

Penelope and Nym are Zesstra’s friends and friendly competition. Most nights where the three of them work, they'll place bets on which one of them will get hit on first (Penelope), which one will get a four figure tip (Nym), and who can get the client the most drunk within 30 minutes (Zesstra).

She giggles as the comments keep flying, eventually, one commenter names her!

“Have you seen Zesstra?? She's kind of a bitch but total dommy mommy energy 🥵”

Zesstra cackles like a banshee, “That's right, babes, fear me!” She takes a long drink from the bottle, amused that someone out there thought of her.

Back on stream, the delightful treat in front of her sucks his lip and releases it with a pop, “Darlings, I will never kiss and tell, but I do know one of my little friends is here right now.”

Zesstra sputters into her wine glass, she cannot believe what she just heard! Is he trying to imply that he's a possible client of the Fae??? There's no way, he's probably talking about the ballet that her cousin Octavia is a part of. But then again, how many of those girls sit in their room after a performance and flick their bean to this shit?

She chuckles the thought out of her head, and focuses her attention on the screen. She starts to type a message when a donation pops up.

goldengalhal sent 200$ “I do ballet, maybe you’ve seen one of our performances? I'm the prima ballerina at the Gate’s Performance Hall.”

“Good for you, goldengal. I do appreciate the arts, and I do love dressing up for the occasion, but….there's just something about the girls at the Fae that gets me going…”

Zesstra’s brain short-circuits. “OH MY FUCKING GODS.” Could he be one of her regulars????

Another donation. EcoGirl sent 50$ “CAN WE GET BACK TO THE MATTERS AT HAND?? our boyfriend is still wearing a shirt. 👀”

Zesstra laughs and sends her donation, TestyZesty sent 69$ “i agree with EcoGirl, can we get back to these pressing matters? In particular, the rest of those buttons 😏” An amused chuckle comes out of his lips, he stands and Zesstra could see him lean in closer to the microphone.

His hand slides down his chest, following along the line of buttons at the front of his shirt. The almost hushed sounds flowed from his lips. A strained groan here and a breathy moan there. Zesstra’s skin prickles under his teases.

His hands linger on the buttons that hold his shirt closed, one by one he begins to slide his fingers over the closures, his pale skin becoming more visible by the second. More soft whines and moans fill Zesstra’s ears, the vibrations pooling down in her core.

He leans over and speaks directly into the camera “I hope you all are pleased with yourselves, I don't usually let you all have this much power over me, but I figured with it being Lover’s Night, I would give my little pets a treat.”

He blows a kiss to the camera and begins running his hand down his neck, slowly trailing his hand down his now exposed chest. A low groan, almost a growly noise flutters out of his throat as he pulls the rest of his shirt open. The red silky looking fabric hung off his shoulders as his hand lingered on his waistband.

“Shall I keep going, lovelies? What do you think?”

The messages fly on the left hand side of Zesstra’s laptop screen. One after the other they compete for his attention until another high donation drops.

Slutty_songstress sent 200$ “off with the shirt, please (respectfully)”

“Well, my songstress, since you asked so politely…” The last word is drawn out, he lets his shirt drop from his shoulders, his hand throws it off and palms his cock again. He sucks his lip into his mouth, Zesstra could see what looked like a fang pop out the right side.

More breathy moans fill her ears as she begins to remember earlier in her night, when her bright spot waltzed into the club. She watched as the Lawyer walked up to the bar, he leaned on the counter and began to text furiously. Zesstra didn't usually feel so flustered because of a client, but the way he looked at her was not usual of the other patrons.

When she walked up to him he looked straight at her eyes and smiled. “Hello, beautiful.” She smiles back and leans over the bar, letting her shoulders drop, pressing her upper arms together to puff out her chest. The little game of playing it cool failed under his gaze.

They talk for a while before she hears her name being called, at the same time he checks his watch and notices the time. “I’m late to a very important meeting. Looks like we have to part ways, gorgeous. Maybe next time, we can have some time together? Perhaps away from these prying eyes?”

Zesstra could never properly hear him, no thanks to the loud ass music Alfira played behind the DJ booth, but she was pretty good at reading lips by now.

He slips her a note and winks as she bends down seductively to shove the little scrap of paper inside her platform boot. The moment ruined by Nym, who comes to pull her up on stage. Soon after she finishes her set, she pulls the little note out and reads it.

Zesstra’s jaw drops and sees that it's a business card for one of the most elite law firms in Faerun. It was a plain white card with his name, Astarion, and number written on it. On the back there was a note that read “I helped you once before, don't hesitate to ask again.”

She had given him her landlord’s number when they were trying to pull some shady shit and not fix her leaky shower. One call from “her lawyer” and it was done.

Seems like this was her chance, and given the amount of alcohol she's drunk so far, Zesstra decides to text the number.

“Hey, Astarion. It's Zesstra. Pretty bold of you to give me a business card.” She hits send and throws her phone on the nightstand. She'll check it later, he was probably busy at that meeting he mentioned.

Back in her room, she snaps back to reality yet again when she hears the sound of hundreds of messages scrolling past. Apparently in the time that she was in her daydream, her streamer had already undone his pants! She scoffs and types out a message.

TestyZesty sent 123$ “Holy shit, I looked away for five seconds and you sluts got his pants open??”

Zesstra hears the sultry voice reading her message out loud with a little wince at the end, “I guess if you were paying attention, you wouldn't be surprised.”

Her throat feels dry, she clenches and swallows. “You're all so sweet, letting me ramble like this…I wish I could see your face when you let me do whatever I want to you.”

Zesstra was already extremely turned on from seeing her crush earlier and the way she could feel his eyes studying her reactions.

“Touch yourself. I know you want to.”

As if she was being compelled to, her hand begins to trail down her center, slipping into her tiny shorts. She feels her wetness coating her fingers, her body opening up under his commands.

“Be good for me, I could be really good for you…” he slips his pants down, and she hears them hit the ground. His hand moves up to his waist, pulling at the fabric of his skin tight boxers, his cock very clearly hardened by this point.

“Oh fuck…” she slips her shorts completely off, spreading her legs on both sides of the laptop sitting on her bed. Her left hand goes back to work herself open while the right is tugging her bra up to play with her nipple.

“Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want, darlings.”

Another flood of donations and messages ring out, Zesstra wishes they would all just shut up and enjoy the show, but it's all part of the game.

EcoGirl sent 100$ “pleeease, I need to see this man cuuuuummmmmmm 🥵”

“As you wish, dear. Any particular way? Or is it the dealer's choice?” his voice drops as a sharp exhale escapes with a pout, his muscles tense and release as he runs his hand over his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to.” a sigh, and a moan, “I really wanna come for you all, you've been so good to me tonight..”

Two donations come in at the same time, each opposes the other.

SeraQueen sent 350$ “love the teasing, keep going, we love anything you give us”

goldengalhal sent 420$ “fuck your hand. Let us see your cock leak.”

“Ooh, the war begins…So direct, goldengal, and sooo generous…thank you, love. I do like what SeraQueen adds though, maybe I can give both of my generous beauties a compromise?’

He runs his left hand down the front of his boxers more, his breath hitches and stutters. His fingers teasing the length of his cock. He pulls the camera and the microphone down a bit and flops into the chair behind him.

TestyZesty sent 422$ “you look comfy, just how I imagined when I think of riding you when I touch myself.”

Zesstra had to take her hand off her tit to type that, but she could tell it had an effect on him. As a stripper, she could pretty much tell when any of the patrons got too excited by the dance. This guy clearly loved the attention he got doing these streams in more ways than one.

He begins to pull his boxers down, teasing them all with how slowly he was inching the fabric off. As soon as his cock is freed, it bounces back, bobbing with a twitch. “Is this what you think about, Zesty?”

TestyZesty sent 100$ “ fuck yes. I want to milk you, you drive me crazy.”

A pleased hum that turns into a moan follows as he runs his hands up his thighs, digging his nails into his skin. Zesstra can see the red scratch marks grow bright against his pale skin. Gods, she would love to bite down and see how pretty he would look bruised with little love bites all over.

He wraps one hand around his cock, the other continues to work his way up his toned chest, tweaking a nipple as he begins to lazily stroke his cock.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “get yourself nice and hard, I wanna have a good image of you underneath me.”

“Let me give you a better image then, darling Zesty…”

Zesstra is rewarded with a louder moan, he strokes himself a little more, grabbing a bottle off camera with his other hand. He flips the top and drizzles what looks like lube all over his cock.

EcoGirl sent 50$ “yesyesyesyes get it nice and slick, daddy. I would suck you all day if you let me.”

SeraQueen sent 240$ “you have the prettiest cock, so thick too”

“Oh EcoGirl, you like it when daddy fucks his hand? Would you like it to be your cunt instead? Maybe you and Sera can share?”

Zesstra clenches around nothing, she can't take it anymore and reaches down to fully indulge in herself. She begins to circle her clit, stroking slowly, trying to imitate the movements of his hand on screen.

His hand now coated in a combination of lube and precum slides up and down his hardened length, the muscles on his thighs flex and he lets out more breathy moans. “Let's see who can get me to come all over their beautiful tits, I do love it when they're covered with my come, bouncing in my face.”

Zesstra strokes down her pussy, her slick entrance is so desperate to be filled by him, to be the only one bringing him pleasure. She lets herself wander to the place in her mind where Astarion is the one making her mewl underneath him.

goldengalhal sent 300$ “faster, I love it when you can tell how desperate you are to come.”

He huffs and does as he's told, his hands find their places on his cock and on his balls, both working in tandem to ruin him for the audience. With one hand he strokes himself more, building up speed. His other cups his balls as his fingers spread, moving down towards his frenulum. He arches his back, thrusting into his hand more desperately.

Zesstra wants him to cry out for her like this, she wants to be the one to make him feel as good as he does for her, all she can bare to think of is his cock sliding inside her, splitting her open and taking what he wanted.

Waves of pleasure crash into Zesstra as she watches him stroking his cock faster, she can see how everyone's words affect him. The way his chest stutters as he's getting closer to his own high. His hips thrust up into his soaked hand, seeking release, his breaths growing more ragged and strained.

Zesstra's fingering herself in time with his thrusts, she lets the images of Astarion flood back into her head, his hands all over her as she grinds herself onto him during her dances. She rubs the heel of her palm into her clit faster as she feels herself getting closer, the moans and breaths in her ears pushing her closer to the edge.

“That's right, come for me…let me fill you with my come, get you nice and full for me. Have my seed drip down your legs as you go about your day…” a stutter followed by a strained groan “fuck yourself faster, I want to feel you come for me.”

Zesstra feels herself winding up more, the tension ready to snap at any moment, when she hears his moans grow louder and more primal. He's desperate to come and she would do anything to get that to happen. She keeps her eyes locked into his hands.

With her free hand she sends the last donation she thinks she can type before the lust fully takes her.

TestyZesty sent 69$ “come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you come and coat your beautiful skin.”

“Yes darling… gods, I'm so close… are you gonna come too, Zesty? Come with me, sweet girl.”

As if on command, Zesstra can feel herself crossing over the precipice, her body writhes and clenches as her cunt squeezes down on her fingers. She rides her orgasm out as she hears him panting and whining.

“Yes yes fuck you're so tight and wet, I can't take it anymore, fuuuuck…” he twists his hand on the rise of his hand, giving the head a bit of a squeeze. He thrusts into his hand with little shallow movements, his fingers from his other hand grip on his balls as he fucks his hand.

His body is clenching, tensing up more and more as he pushes himself over the edge, his cock twitches as he comes. The thick liquid coats his hand as it drips down. His body shudders as he keeps fucking his hand through his climax.

His moans stutter and his hips tremble. His waist and stomach are coated with his come, an obscene display for such a composed subject.

“Looks like I gotta clean up here, darlings.” he pants with a small laugh, his breath shallow and chest heaving. “For my little messenger, I hope you liked it. Expect a response from me soon, pet. Good night, loves.”

The stream ends, Zesstra thinks that little sign off was strange, but everyone has their thing. As she's coming down from one of the best orgasms she's had, she hears her phone ring and notices that Astarion has actually texted back! His meeting must've just ended, perfect timing.

When she opens the message, she nearly dropped her phone from the whiplash from throwing her head back. As plain as her own red eyes could see, was a short text. “You were pretty bold tonight, yourself, testyzesty…” Zesstra gasps, her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “OH MY FUCKING GODS?!?!”

She immediately feels her hands trembling wildly. All she could think about was him, and it turns out that it was. Zesstra’s brain immediately blanks out when her phone rings again. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really want me like that?”

She quickly types a response and sent it back “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy.” his response reads, “Pretty easy to figure out it was you, not many girls mention seeing me at the Cabaret. Thought you were trying to drop a hint? Figured you recognized my voice from earlier?

Zesstra didn't even think about it, the club is so fucking loud, her mind races at the fact that now she knows that he definitely got off to her watching him. “Did you always know?”

“No.” he replies.

“So then…you meant to give me your phone number tonight?”

“Yes. Let's just say, you intrigued me. Besides, you're not the only one who has a public and private life. I was hoping to let you in on my little secret eventually, but it seems life had other plans for us.”

Zesstra cannot believe what's going on right now, her mind is racing through the hundreds of times he's come through the club. The sudden departures and strange late night meetings, it all makes sense now. There were never any meetings…well, not with other lawyers at least.

“So….what happens now? I know who you are, you know who I am…do we keep going down this path or do we split ways?”

“I think you're a rather curious little kitten, why don't we see how far down the rabbit hole we can go? I'll send you my address. Let me know what you decide on.”

Zesstra bolts out of bed, she puts on the skimpy dress that hangs on the bathroom door. She slips it on and gathers some things before running to the door. As she makes her way down the stairwell of her building, she gets his address. She bites her lip and replies “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

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