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GHOSTFACE ONE-SHOT~

Caught Bathing

NSFW (18+)

WARNINGS: NSFW, Dubcon, Mature Content, slight Knifeplay, Stalking, Toxic Themes.

You should know by now to invest in curtains and lock your windows, especially when bathing. Ghostface loved your naivety of the situation.

It started off a normal night for him. He had been watching you for over an hour now, taking his time with watching how you behave and act. He would have planned to drive his blade into your chest sooner if it weren't for another distraction. His cock twitched as he watched you pull your top over your head, leaving you half exposed for him to see.

"Oh?~"

This wasn't part of the plan.

He knew the view from outside would soon grow tiring and that he needed to see your form face to face. He wasted no time finding an unlocked window, which led coincidentally to your bedroom.

"Quite naive."

You had no idea of the figure standing in your doorway as you lathered yourself with soap. There you were, sitting with your back exposed to the serial killer, as if inviting him to drive his blade into your heart. Although ghostface had alternative plans.

You flinched from the sound of glass crashing from downstairs. Your heart skipped a beat, understandably, as you were home alone.

"Hello?" You spoke aloud, and of course there was no answer.

Ghostface writhed in excitement at the sound of your voice, curious about how it would sound when you screamed for him.

You got out of the bath and wrapped, but a single towel around yourself, a decision you'd grow to regret later. Stepping outside the bathroom and into the living room, you didn't last long before you felt leather hands wrap around your mouth and waist. You were hardly able to scream before he took you from behind, picking you up effortlessly. You thrashed and kicked as hard as you could but had nothing on his height and strength.

Before you knew it, you found yourselves back in your room where he tossed you onto your bed. You tried to scoot away, but he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back to him, this time closer. He ripped the towel from your body, which left you fully exposed and vulnerable to him. He cocked his head at toy mockingly before trailing up and down your naked body.

"Tonight, you're my canvas." He said, peering into your frightful eyes.

You were at his full disposal as he removed his camera from a bag he carried. He took time taking a few photos of your naked body just underneath him, even posing his knife pressed against your skin.

Merely 'before' photos of what he'll do to you.

Let me know if you want part 2:) This was originally going to just be a short-concept chapter, but I'll add more if it's what the people want.

#slashers #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #scream x reader #scream #nsfwghostface

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wilt1ng · 7 months

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BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

PRICE TO PAY

PT. 2 [NSFW 18+]

If you haven't read the first, I recommend doing so, but it's not completely necessary.

I attempted to stick with gender neutral terms as I did in pt. 1. However, the reader presented here is afab non-binary. 🫶

WARNINGS: NSFW, Mature Content, Kidnapping, Toxic Themes, Dubcon, and Fingering.

You had been locked inside his manor for more than a few days now. It had been that long since your capture and the night he had "punished" you for breaking in and stealing what was his.

It was difficult not to be lost in thought about who the man was, his intentions, and how he touched you. The very thought made you shudder, emitting goosebumps on your skin from the idea of his rough hands taking hold of you once more. You wondered when the next you'd see him would be, considering he had locked you away for the time being.

What was most uncomfortable, however, was the ropes he bound you with. Your wrists and ankles were tightly secured against the bed frame with little to no wiggle room. You could practically feel the tension pulling at your muscles. You began to ache after your first night being bound like this, and after enduring a few more days, you were unsure how you could bare it any longer.

The only thing you could do in your downtime was think. You imagined various scenarios where you escaped, potentially killing your kidnapper. Or when you got sick of obsessing over that idea, you'd simply imagine being somewhere else, a happy place. Somewhere, you could pretend to be free, push away the thoughts of him, and ignore the hunger pains that often times consumed you.

While in the middle of meditation, you couldn't help but sense that you were no longer alone. Your heart began to race as you opened your eyes, peering into the room as they adjusted to the darkness. Your panicked breaths gave away your fear as you searched the room.

"Hello?"

Your voice was much raspier than before. It's sweet tone had been replaced by a weary, defeated one.

"Please. It hurts."

You began to plead with the shadows in your room, desperate from the pain in your aching muscles.

Within a few moments, you heard footsteps approach your bed. Although it was difficult with your only light source being the moon and stars, you made out the same figure as before. It was him.

You watched as he examined your body, shivering as he brought his hand to your cold skin. Brahms caressed your leg all the way up to your inner thigh, where he could feel the faintest heat. His eyes never left you or your body, and his uneven breathing suggested he was in another mood.

Brahms turned his attention to the rope, which was tightly restraining your limbs to the bed. He began to remove the rope, which bound your wrists. The release from tension made you cry out in a mix of relief and agony. Tears welt in your eyes as he did the same with the restraints on your ankles.

Finally, you were free to move as you pleased. Only you didn't want to. The pain was too great, and the only thing you could do was lay there in agony as you tried to slow your breathing.

Brahms continued to watch you curiosity, with his head cocked to the side like usual. He said nothing but offered his touch as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over your body. His curly hair tickled your face, and he leaned in close, Inhaling your scent.

"Help me... please." You whispered, not even sure if he could hear you.

Perhaps Brahms took pity on you, or he felt as if you were learning your lesson. He shushed you almost like a parent does their child and cupped your face into his hand. His thumb caressed your lips, dipping in and from your mouth ever so slightly to get a feel of your warmth. Your touch made him shudder.

He wrapped his warm arms around your body and gently lifted you from place. You were unsure where he was taking you but couldn't protest or fight back from how weak you became. That's when you noticed a candlelit room. He took you into the bathroom, where you were surprised to see a bathtub. Brahms set you onto the floor next to the tub in confidence, knowing you wouldn't be able to get far. He turned on the faucet, and as the water poured, he returned all attention to you.

Brahms fiddled at the bottom of your shirt with his fingers while looking into your tired eyes. With the faint lighting, you could see how blue/green they were. You tried your best to sit up as he lifted the shirt above your head, exposing your top entirely. Your pants were next as he wasted no time unbuttoning and removing them from you, leaving you only in your underwear.

He never hid his lust for you as his eyes trailed up and down your body, despite your attempts of covering yourself with your arms.

"Stand." He demanded, his deep voice surprising you once again.

"I-I don't know if I can." You uttered in response, avoiding his eye contact.

Brahms sighed in annoyance and wrapped an arm around you, pressing your weight into his as to help you stand. Once you forced most of your weight into the wall behind you, you were mostly able to stand on your own without his help. He got onto his knees and grabbed the hem of your underwear with his dirtied hands. He began sliding it down your torso, using the anticipation for his own pleasure and your discomfort. You even caught him leaning in, his nose brushing your inner thigh as he inhaled you some more. Once you were fully exposed, he slid the underwear down your legs and tossed it to the side with your remaining clothes.

While remaining on his knees, Brahms grasped onto your hips with his hands and dug his fingers into your skin harshly. You gasped as he forced you close, trembling from how close his face was from your exposed cunt. He leaned in closer as he slid his hand up your legs and between your thighs. Your knees buckled, and you nearly fell, but he ensured you wouldn't. Using his forearm, he pressed you into the wall as he continued with his free hand. He spread open your legs, and you could do nothing but watch.

Wanting to know your reaction, he made sure you were looking at him as he circled a finger around your clit, even playing at your folds. Your gasps were music to his ears, especially knowing he had barely touched you yet. He grasped onto your hip with his hand, which was big enough for his thumb to rest on your pelvic bone. He slid his other in between your slits and finally forced a finger into your cunt. You buckled against the palm of his hand as he tightened his hold on you, thrusting his finger in and out. The intrusion was proving to be overwhelming as you gasped, releasing small crys as he continued selfishly.

You began pulling at his hair for him to stop, but he showed no intentions of doing so. Instead, angered with your attempts, you shrieked as he inserted a second finger within your cunt. You balled his hair into your fists, pulling it back roughly as he continued. Brahms didn't care and even enjoyed the pain. He continued thrusting for every time you reacted, finding the way you'd clench around his fingers so tightly intoxicating. His imagination grew wild with every scenario that resulted in him finally fucking you, but he knew he needed to wait, leaving you begging for more. Finally, Brahms removed his fingers from your cunt while still holding onto you. He brought his two fingers within your sight and forced them into your mouth, making you taste your own juices. As perverted as it was, you took it and obeyed as he acted, exhausted beyond belief. He wiped the excess from the bottom of your lip and caressed your cheek in the process. You looked like a mess, his hot mess.

The tub was more than full at this point, so he left you against the wall and turned the faucet off. With little to no time to recover from what he had done to you, he helped lift you into the tub. The moment your toe hit the water, you cringed from the lack of warmth. He submerged you within the lukewarm water, acknowledging how cold it was as he shushed your whimpers.

"Shhh."

Brahms scooped up some of the bath water with a stray cup and poured it over your head to dampen your hair. He continued hushing you as he combed his fingers through your hair, attempting to remove any grime. All he had was a bar of soap, which he lathered in his hands as he washed your limbs one by one. He commanded you every which way, and you did as you were told, mostly to be able to leave the cold water as soon as you could.

After some perverted touching and cleansing, Brahms had finally finished washing you. He made you stand as he helped pull you from out of the tub, not caring about your dripping form getting him wet. He wrapped you in a tattered towel and lifted you into his arms.

The house was freezing as he walked through the hallway and back to the bedroom. For once, you were excited to crawl back into the bed if it meant escaping the cold, but when you watched as Brahms grabbed the rope your smile quickly faded.

"No, wait." You placed a desperate hand onto his arm, making him stop in place.

"Please. No rope." You begged him, making sure his eyes met your own.

"I swear to God I'll behave. I will." You continued to plead, not even noticing you were digging your nails into his skin.

Brahms cocked his head and merely chuckled, at least you think he did. He grabbed your hand and pulled it off his own as he dropped the rope. You shuffled further on the bed as he approached you slowly. He once again crawled over your body, his dominating presence leering over you. He pushed his knee into the heat of your cunt as his hands grasped onto your wrists. He buried his porcelain face into the corner of your neck as he grew to love your scent. You felt his cock harden at that moment.

He wasn't finished with you just yet.

Wasn't originally planning on making a part 2 but ♡

Lemme know if you want the final part;)

Apologies for spelling/grammar errors. I don't often revise on busier days.

#slashers #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #theboy2016

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wilt1ng · 7 months

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THE COLLECTION (2012) dir. Marcus Dunstan

#the collection #the collector

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wilt1ng · 7 months

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Out of all the men to cheat, you pick John Kramer? I mean... I call that epic bad luck.

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wilt1ng · 7 months

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MARK HOFFMAN HEAD-CANONS

SFW AND NSFW

In honor of Saw X and its release, why not celebrate with Hoffman head-canons?

SFW

Morally grey

This one is rather self-explanatory. Although Hoffman is a detective, he isn't a "right" one. He follows rules that only he lives by and will maybe comply with the rules of others if it's to his benefit.

He isn't necessarily one to express his sympathies to someone, especially if they found themselves placed into a jigsaw trap. However, he shares an extent to whom he would personally place into a trap. For example, he doesn't strike me as a guy who'd trap someone who smoked cigarettes compared to a murderer.

He feels a sense of injustice when a person survives their trap, and disappointment follows. He has a tendency to question Jigsaw's ways.

Sense of self preservation

Unlike Amanda, it's clear Hoffman doesn't hinder positive feelings towards Jigsaw. There are simply things he would and wouldn't do if Kramer asked him.

He doesn't follow blindly and is constantly on guard.

Loves from a distance

Hoffman's love life isn't truly tapped into it as it wasn't necessarily relevant to the Saw plot line, unlike the showcasing of love he shared for his sister.

He's an emotionally distant man who'd almost rather never meddle in the topic of feelings and love. However, if someone were to catch his eye, he wouldn't be exactly normal about it.

Knowing the skill set he has now, he'd often watch them from a distance out of pure curiosity. He'd want to know their deepest secrets and how they behave when they think they're alone. Hoffman isn't under giving them a background check as well, almost obsessively researching them.

If Hoffman chose to actively pursue a relationship, he would surveillance them nearly 24/7 out of fear of being caught or discovered.

Hidden cameras, tagging your car, occasionally breaking in, watching you leave to work, etc.

• Petty and vengeful

I wouldn't put it past Hoffman to severely punish his s/o for something like cheating on him. This man can and will put them in a jigsaw trap for the hell of it. Whether or not it's beatable depends on your crime, but more likely than not, you won't survive it.

The trap would be personal and perhaps symbolic to the pain they inflicted onto him. Hoffman would be there to watch the entire process, not feeling necessarily happy, despite them betraying him.

Bonus+: he would also trap the person they had an affair with/ensuring they didn't survive.

NSFW

Dominant top 😇

Although the idea of someone taking control and riding Hoffman seems exciting, he mainly gets a kick out of having all the control himself.

He's into choking, bondage, and light bdsm. Can and will cuff you to his bed while he has his way. He enjoys a sense of a power dynamic, finding comfort in knowing he has full control of the situation.

He would 1000% use that fuckin voice he uses (you know the one) to degrade you with, while using a gentler tone whenever you please him.

"Don't disappoint me."

"That's it. Continue being good for me."

Emotionally distant

Unfortunately for some, but Hoffman would go a few days without speaking to you, only to break the silence with a quick fuck. A toxic dynamic between you two may be easily built.

It's insanely difficult for Hoffman to open up, especially about his sister and how he's been feeling since then.

Due to his vulnerability issues, if you were to make that exception, he'd be constantly wary of you. Hoffman could become accusatory and/or obsessive with you and how you think of him.

"You think I'm a fucking monster, don't you? I want to hear you say it."

Toxic ex

Safe to say you wouldn't want Hoffman for an ex. Except harassing phone calls, ominous messages left at your doorstep, and the constant feeling you're never safe.

Hoffman would send detailed threats on how he'd trap you and your new s/o (assuming you moved on). He may never actually go through with these plans but nonetheless shares empty threats.

You'd never feel completely safe as he'd still monitor you via surveillance, occasionally breaking in to watch you sleep.

That's all for now! <3

#slashers #slasher #saw 2004 #saw franchise #mark hoffman #xreader #headcanons

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wilt1ng · 7 months

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old sketch

#alex delarge #a clockwork orange #lovethisart:D

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wilt1ng · 7 months

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Loved the new Astarion one-shot, although I do think you might be better off adding a dubcon cw 😅 Great read, though!!

Thank you so much for the suggestion, lol. I felt like there was something I needed to add but never knew the term. I'm super glad you're enjoying it, and thank u sm 💗

I'm also taking story ideas. 😇💗

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BG3 ASTARION ONE-SHOT:

His Capture

Warnings: Mature Content, dubcon cw, Predator v prey, stalking, horny. 😇

You had tested your luck one too many times traveling by yourself near nightfall.

Someone was lurking beneath the shadows, following you no matter the distance you created. You tried your best to venture forward in a calm manner so as not to alert whatever was following you that you had caught on, but your heart rate betrayed that facade.

In a swift motion, you hid yourself behind a tree. Knowing it'd only be momentarily until your stalker had caught up, you grabbed a dagger you hid within the boot. Your heart was nearly pounding from your chest, not sure who had the upper hand here. Silence with the occasion stir of nature was all you heard for long agonizing minutes before deciding you may need to investigate.

You knelt low to the floor and peeked your head from your position, finding nothing to see except the plains. Releasing a breath of relief, you felt as if you were perhaps being paranoid. A susceptible conclusion if it weren't for the cold hands that wrapped around your neck.

Before you could scream, you felt their hand harshly muzzle your mouth. They attacked from behind, so you couldn't yet catch a glimpse of your attacker. They took advantage of your weakened position and pushed you into the grass beneath you. Now that they had you on your stomach, face in the dirt, you were where vulnerable for the taking.

"My, my, a human traveling alone at night? I just had to accept the invitation." He taunted

You felt his breath against the back of your neck as his nose dipped in and from the crevice of your neck, taunting your naivety to his intentions.

"Thought you could best me, little bird?"

"Please, I have gold-"

The man brought a dagger to your throat, and it was much sharper than your own.

"I don't give a damn about your money. What I desire is far more valuable... and you can give it to me."

"Gods, don't kill me." You begged.

"Your gods aren't here, darling, only I."

He pulled the dagger from your throat and held it to your back instead.

"Turn around and look at me."

You hesitated. A moment too long apparently.

"I won't ask again, dear."

Astarion poked his dagger further into your back, barely penetrating skin.

You winced and turned around as you were told. Finally, your eyes met with those of a predator. Just by his crimson red eyes and pale complexion, you could see what he truly was.

"Like what you see?" He asked, poking fun in your stunned appearance.

Instinctually, you brought your hand to your neck, now realizing what he had in store for you.

"No... no, please."

"No, as in you 'don't' like what you see or?" Astarion asked, half genuine.

"I won't allow you my blood, demon." You retorted.

"Oh really?" Astarion lifted the tip of his blade to your throat.

"And what exactly are you going to do to stop me?"

You were lost in silence, knowing all you had for ammo was empty threats and wishes. You knew he was in complete control of this situation, and at any moment, he could take what he desires.

"I..." You wanted to say something, anything to delay the inevitable.

"I, I what?" He smiled, cocking his head at you.

"I 'need' you? Or... I will obey?" Astarion mocked.

"Well, I sure hope you will, my dear."

He traced the tip of his dagger up and down your neck with enough force to scrape your skin. You shared no reaction, maybe from bravery or maybe from fear. Either way, you wouldn't react.

"You're quite... something you know."

Astarion brought the blade to the collar of your shirt.

"It would be a waste to bleed you dry in one sitting. So why don't you make this easy for both of us?"

You looked up at him, only now realizing the prominence of your height difference.

"You'll spare me... if I comply?" You asked, mostly for assurance.

Astarion smiled.

"Darling, I'll do more than spare you. I'll leave you with a night you won't soon forget I can promise you that."

There was a tone shift in his voice, something much more lustful. With his free hand, Astarion tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, grazing your cheek in the process. His touch was cold but electrifying. You almost craved more.

"Will it hurt?" You asked, that sense of worry in your voice.

"Now darling, let's not ask stupid questions."

Astarion brought his hand to your neck and caressed your vein gently with his thumb.

"It will hurt, at first."

His gaze never left you.

"But... you'll feel more exilerating things than pain. I can promise you that."

You were silent a moment, but not as long as before. You learned your lesson keeping him waiting.

"You're talking as if I chose this. I have no choice than to do as you say." You boldy retorted.

"You could always die?" Astarion replied nonchalantly.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

"Fuck." You sighed to yourself, avoiding his gaze a mere moment.

Astarion cupped your face in his hand, making you look at him.

"You can scream if it becomes too much.~" Astarion smiled, leaning closer to your face. You wanted to back away, but he held you tight in place.

Before you could register it, Astarion intertwined his fingers within your hair and pulled you even closer, planting his cold lips onto your own. The shock of feeling his fangs brush your lip felt like a gamble in itself. This wasn't part of his deal, and the both of you knew it. Astarion was just being greedy.

You attempted to shove him away, of course, but what good did that do? Instead, Astarion forced your footing backward until you found yourself sandwiched between him and a stone wall. The force from which you were slammed made you gasp, allowing his tongue further entry.

With enough strength that you can muster, you began to slam your fists against his chest, but to no avail. Astarion grabbed your wrists easily with just one hand as he furthered his advances. After many efforts to shove him off, he finally sunk his fang into your bottom lip. The shock made you wince in pain, moaning against his mouth in agony.

"Hush now, little bird.~" Astarion spoke softly as he continued to lick and nibble on your lip, savoring every moment.

"I know it hurts, but you're doing so good." He praised, hugging your body closer.

Eventually, Astarion's lips traveled their way to the most sensitive spots on your neck. He knew every which way to make you gasp and shudder under his touch. Truth was his thirst was already satisfied, but a new hunger grew.

"O-okay." You uttered softly, putting your hands inbetween him and your chest.

"That's enough."

But Astarion didn't want to stop. He continued licking and sucking onto your neck until your vision began darkening.

"S-stop." You weakly demanded, barely able to speak above a whisper.

Astarion continued hushing you as he planted kisses onto your neck and jawline, placing bites here and there.

"You're my favorite thus far." Astarion moaned into your neck. He pulled away and leaned into your ear, merely brushing it with his lips.

"I think I'll keep you."

#bg3 astarion #bg3 #bg3 x reader #astarionxreader #astariononeshots #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #xreader #oneshots

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BG3 Astarion One-Shot:

Favor

A shorter one-shot than usual. This is experimental as I don't normally post bg3 content. ♡

Warning tags: sfw but slightly horny 🙏

You looked to Astarion with near disbelief at what he had asked you.

"I know what you're thinking." Astarion sighed.

"But I wouldn't have asked you if I felt there were other options."

The night sky reflected against the pale elf's skin. His crimson red eyes bore into you with such intensity and perhaps a glimpse of desperation.

"I don't know, Astarion."

You brought your hand to your neck and touched the skin with your fingertips, cringing at the thought of his fangs penetrating.

"I know how it sounds, Darling, I truly do."

Astarion replied compassionately, grabbing your hand into his. The gesture caught you off guard.

"But I promise you I'll only need a little. It may not even hurt."

"May not hurt?" You repeated, cocking an eyebrow at his play of words.

Astarion sighed, cocking his head at you.

"Okay, I won't lie. It may... sting, at first. But I give you my word, if any of it is too much for you I'll stop immediately."

Whether or not you felt it was a bad idea, you knew you couldn't afford a weak vampire to fight alongside you, not with the journey you're on.

"Okay... I'll allow you some of my blood." You hesitantly agreed.

Astarion's face lit up in joy hearing your words, nearly grasping his hands together in excitement.

"How wonderful, darling. You won't regret this, I promise."

"I better not, for your sake." You warned.

Astarion led you by hand without another word. The two of you walked further from camp until the pale elf stopped in his tracks. It was much colder out here, further away from the fire's heat.

"Okay..." You spoke up.

"How will this go?"

Astarion turned around to face you. His eyes were more red than before, this time bearing glimpses of hunger and desire. He grabbed your hand, interlocking his fingers within yours. His free hand made way to your face as he tugged you closer. You could hear him take in your scent, a moan slipping into his breath as he takes you in.

"I had been dreaming of this moment the day I held that blade to your throat." Astarion eerily spoke.

You felt slight unease as he further leaned into your scent, burying his nose within the crevice of your neck.

"Astarion?" You asked aloud, your voice slightly trembling.

"Hush hush, darling." Astarion cooed, positioning his hand onto your chin.

He forced you to look into his demanding eyes.

"Yes... look at me." He spoke softly.

You couldn't break away from his enchanting gaze. The way his eyes pierced into your own was enough to paralyze you in your place. You felt as if it was impossible to move.

Astarion leaned in while still focusing on your fearful eyes. He finally closed contact by placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His skin felt cold against your own as he pushed you further to him.

A sharp pain to your lower lip caused you to flinch away, but Astarion still held you close. Your eyes opened widely as you realized he had already punctured your skin.

At the taste of your blood, Astarion moaned against your mouth. The sensation was foreign and left you with conflicting feelings. He continued holding you in his grasp as he furthered his kiss, sliding his tongue into your bloodied mouth and down your throat.

For a brief moment, you realized what was happening and pushed him away in order to pull free.

"Gods, Astarion!"

You wiped the blood from your mouth using your sleeve, a faint blush creeping onto your face.

Astarion watched seemingly in disappointment and wiped away the blood on his lips.

You slugged him hard in his shoulder, and he stumbled back a bit.

"Was I too much?" He asked with a smile, already knowing the answer.

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astariononeshots #astarionxreader

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