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You deserve rest. You deserve to treat yourself with love and care and tenderness. 💜
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I’m a normal girl who does normal things with her time
this scene got so fucking horny my god
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Until You Update
Chapter 14 will drop this Saturday <3
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Bound by You: Love is Power, Love is Weakness Masterlist
Chapters: 2/10
Rating: Explicit
AO3 link: Bound by You
Summary: It's been almost two decades since the fall of the brain, and you and Astarion have been together ever since. Trouble arises when something important is forgotten, and a little miscommunication turns into a city-wide issue. Will you and your Vampire Lord be able to work through these problems?
Art by @marimosalad, click here for the full image
Chapter 1: Exposure
Chapter 2: Focus
Chapter 3: Dissent
A/N: If you'd like to join the discord server Archive of Astarion to connect with other readers of this fic as well as with other fics, feel free to send me a DM!
#astarion smut#astarion fic#astarion x reader#ascended astarion#fics#ascended astarion bg3#astarion x you#astarion x f!reader#astarion x female reader#my writing#Bound by you#love is power#love is weakness
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Bound by You: Love is Power, Love is Weakness
Part 2: Focus (rewrite)
Previous part here
Full series here
Word count: 1.4k
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ascended Astarion x AFAB Reader
Warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, oral
AO3 link: Focus
Summary: Astarion decides to return the favor of distracting you from your duties. It's only fair, after all, that you experience the same difficulties he does.
As Astarion’s consort, you didn’t have to worry about much. The finest clothes lined your closet, the most decadent food was a snap away, and labor was but a distant memory. You had everything you could ever want – that is, everything except something to do.
You were grateful, of course, but it was starting to get frustrating just sitting idly on Astarion’s lap while he handled the affairs of the Crimson Palace. It’s not that he wasn’t capable of handling it on his own, there were just times when he lacked poise, although you would never bring that up to him lest he go on one of his many tirades about how he deserves respect. Besides, with him taking care of everything , he was constantly busy. Every ounce of stress Astarion carried you felt, even if he didn’t mean to pass it on to you. It was one of the many perks – or annoyances – of being his consort. The two of you would forever be linked, his thoughts intertwining with your own, your secrets flooding his head.
You bring the topic up as nonchalantly as you can, trying to make it seem like a fleeting thought that just passed. “My love, why don’t I take some of your workload?”
Astarion sat at his desk hunched over documents for an upcoming ball. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced up at you, not moving from his position. “What kind of Lord would I be if I couldn’t handle the responsibilities that come with it?” he asked, before returning his gaze to the paper once more.
“A good leader knows when to delegate,” you retort. “Besides, you’ve been working such long days that we hardly get to spend any alone time together.”
He gets up from his seat and makes his way over to you, caressing your cheek before hooking your chin with his finger. “Darling, you know that I’ll give you whatever you desire. I just worry that you may get overwhelmed.”
You lean into his touch and scoff. “If you’re able to manage meetings while taking care of me, I’m sure I can handle myself just fine.”
“Is that so?” he says, his eyes shining with mischief. “I think you’re underestimating how much focus is required to get the job done,” Astarion pauses, leaning in close to your ear to whisper, “while I fuck your brains out.”
You shiver from his touch, warmth pooling at your core. You’re not one to back down from a challenge, though, so whether or not it’s a good idea, you respond “It’s on.”
The next day, Astarion is under the table with your skirt draped around his head. After a brief discussion, it was decided that you would plan the anniversary ball, and Hells below were you going to do a good job. 15 years of being together have gone by quickly, and while your old friends were skeptical of Astarion ascending and you becoming his consort, you were determined to prove them wrong by hosting the best anniversary celebration in all of Faerun.
Of course, in order to host the best party you would actually need to get some planning done, but that was proving to be rather difficult with Astarion’s face between your thighs. He nestles his nose into your soaked small clothes, inhaling the scent of your arousal deeply. He hadn’t done much, but the thrill of besting him at his own game added to your excitement. You reorganize the papers strewn about on the table in front of you, slightly pushing Astarion back with the heel of your shoe.
Annoyance radiates from your lover as he pushes your heel off of him. He growls into your cunt, the vibrations making you tense up and knock over a bottle of ink. You try to stand up to retrieve it, but Astarion grasps your legs, forcing you to sit back down as he yanks you closer to him. You yelp from the sudden movement, suddenly aware of all the eyes that stare at you.
Your lady-in-waiting, a half-elf whose family had disowned her many years ago, clears her throat as she rushes to your side to clean up the spilled ink. “Is everything alright, my Lady?” she asks, searching your face for a hint as to what happened.
“Yes – yes, everything is fine, thank you. You may return to your seat,” you say.
Half of the papers in front of you are now covered in ink blots, rendering the documents useless. You can just imagine the smirk on Astarion’s face, and that image drives your need to succeed even more.
You pick up one of the unmarked documents – a catering order form – and begin discussing the menu. Astarion seems content resting his nose against your mound, and after a while, you’re able to ignore his presence. He’s eager to make himself known when the topic of refreshments comes up.
“We’ll need some nice wines to pair with the fish,” you say while scanning over the wine list, “perhaps some red Elverquisst?”
Upon hearing the name of his favorite wine, Astarion hums approvingly. Your core tingles from the sensation, and you instinctively adjust yourself to draw Astarion in closer.
The local sommelier pipes up, “A red with seafood? Pardon my interjection, Lady Ancunin, but wouldn’t a nice white pair better with the meal?”
When you try to respond, your words catch in your throat and you make a strangled noise instead. Astarion nips at your small clothes, his fangs barely brushing against the soft skin of your thighs as he pulls down your undergarment.
The sommelier takes the sound you make to be one of disgust and quickly tries to backtrack. “Of course, this is your celebration, and I’m not one to question the decisions made by you,” they ramble, but you aren’t listening.
Astarion lets go of your underwear and places gentle yet needy kisses on your inner thigh, using his hands to tear apart the drenched piece of fabric. You quiver in your seat, anticipating what’s to come.
You take a deep breath and interrupt the one-sided discussion that you weren’t paying attention to. “Let’s work on the seating arrangements.”
Everyone around the table quickly murmurs their agreement, and you feel Astarion reposition himself beneath you.
“The local nobility should be close, but not too close-“
He moves to lick the space where your thighs meet your body, barely brushing past your entrance.
You pause, trying your best to suppress the moan that sits in the back of your throat. “I want to have the table nearest to mine to have Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, Gal-“
Astarion bites down at the mention of his old friend and competition, causing a yelp to escape your lips.
“- Lae’zel would be nice too. Did I say Karlach? And Wyll?” you say with a slight yell, panting in between each question.
As Astarion listens to your attempt at planning the event, he slowly licks at the wound he made. His tongue moves in tantalizing circles, getting closer and closer to your aching cunt.
“No, we cannot have the Flaming Fists that close, that would cause-“ you’re cut off mid-sentence as Astarion plunges his tongue into your folds and you involuntarily moan. The sound of slurping pierces the silence in the room as the attendants look at you.
You instinctively clench your thighs around his head, pushing him in deeper. As he eats you out with the viciousness of a starved man, his nose repeatedly brushes onto your clit. You imagine how he looks, hair damp from the heat underneath your skirt, eyes blown out from tasting you .
You lean back into your chair, rolling your hips into his face. You manage to utter a small, “dismissed,” and the room is empty within seconds. Now that you’re alone, you throw your head back and let out all of the noises you’ve been holding inside. Astarion grips your thighs, his tongue hitting the perfect spot as he moves his head to stimulate your clit with his nose. You scream his name as he brings you to your climax, and he readily drinks up your juices.
As you catch your breath, Astarion emerges from underneath your skirt. Somehow, he looks completely put together save for the slight wetness of his hair.
“I hope this makes you appreciate my ability to stay focused during meetings, my sweet,” he coos while adjusting his coat.
You’re unable to think of a witty reply or a chastising remark so instead, you reach out to him and grasp onto his shirt, your lips stopping just before you kiss him as you whisper, “More.”
Next part here
Full series here
A/N: If you'd like to join the discord server Archive of Astarion to connect with other readers of this fic as well as with other fics, feel free to send me a DM!
#astarion smut#astarion fic#astarion x reader#ascended astarion#fics#ascended astarion bg3#astarion x you#astarion x f!reader#astarion x female reader#my writing
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My durge, Eris, and Enver Gortash, staring down Ketheric Thorm at some boring meeting. (pre-tadpole times) E & E were in love. I don't make the rules. @lwiann created this beautiful piece for me. Thank you so very much!
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Until You Update
Revision 1 (which is the part that usually takes me the longest) is finally finished. We are at 12k words and I am so tired but can't wait to share.
love you all <3
p.s. if you want to join my server to scream at me there (out of anger, joy, horniness, idk?) when it drops just message me <3
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✨amongst the stars✨
I took @bhaalbabebardlock's OC Lili to the Astral Plane for a sparkly pastel makeover (I barely avoided being disemboweled) and a spot of stargazing for Day 9: Stars of @bg3-apprecimaytion ✨
(If you think she's cute, you should know she's only smiling because she's thinking about tearing Gortash limb from limb. Go and check out her wild exploits with Astarion in Tandem, a three piece collection following Lili and her lover, or read about Roux's other, slightly less bloodthirsty OCs on her AO3)
Roux, I appreciate you so much! Your OCs are gorgeous (terrifying), your works are incredible (even if you produce them at a speed that I cannot hope to keep up with), and I'm so glad this mad fandom has connected us 💖
A huge thank you to @thedreamlessnights for organising this event, it's been so much fun so far!
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let me make this clear: i'm here to post about loving the hot elf and wizard, and to support other fandom creatives. i don't tolerate harrassment or bullying from anyone.
the more toxicity that enters this fandom space, the more it will rot. it will not heal, it will not help, and it will not do anyone a bit of good. i will be spending my month appreciating the amazing works that people have created, and i hope all of you will do the same.
that's all i'm going to say about it.
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BG3 Appreci-May-tion Day 7: Nightmares
We're officially one week into the event! Thank you so much to everyone who has participated so far - every submission has been amazing and we're so happy to be spreading love and appreciation throughout the fandom.
Our prompt today is nightmares!
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For Starry: BG3 Apprecimaytion Gift
Word count: 741
Rating: Angst
Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Named Tav (Stella)
Warnings: None
AO3 link: For Starry
Summary: Astarion finds a hidden letter that's addressed to him from his consort, Stella. He's unsure how to react to the contents that he reads.
A/N: This is for @starryjuicebox's fic "Beloved" and a part of the @bg3-apprecimaytion event! This was for the May 1st prompt, letters (yes I know it is May 5th life is weird sometimes!) Please go check out @starryjuicebox's fic as well as the @bg3-apprecimaytion event!
One morning in the Crimson Palace, Astarion awakes to find his beloved consort, Stella, fast asleep beside him. Her features are soft, unlike how she normally looks when awake. She’s been frowning more lately, and he doesn’t know why. Any time that Astarion asks her what’s wrong or what’s on her mind, Stella simply responds with one word: nothing.
He knows that’s not the case, but if she refuses to communicate with him there’s only so much that he can do. Astarion silently slips out of the bed covers and begins to get ready for the day when he spots a crumpled-up piece of paper shoved behind a vase of flowers. He would need to excuse the servant tasked with preparing the bed chambers.
He grabs the trash and is about to throw it away when he recognizes the design on the paper to be the same as the bordered parchment he gave Stella for writing letters. He quickly unfolds the paper and finds a letter.
Starry
Your Grace
My dearest Astarion,
I wish I could confide in you the pain I feel. Every waking moment I think of the helpless souls we damned to the Hells, and I cannot help but ache in despair. The naive, the helpless, and the children – they all suffer now and it is my fault. I know I should have worked harder to convince you to end the ritual, to end the pain, but I was unable to find the words. You have longed for freedom for centuries, and with the ritual, you finally obtained it.
It is unbearable at times. I hear their screams when it’s quiet within the halls, and I yearn to run away, to spread my wings and soar above the city. The palace is covered in sour memories, tainted with the pain of centuries past. Sometimes I wish I could leave and explore the city on my own and pretend that I am visiting for the first time, unaware of the suffering that plagues the town. I would never broach the topic with you, lest I cause more worry.
I know you feel the pain, too. You try to hide it, and you are mostly successful. But in the dark of the night and the respite of our bed chambers, I see it. I notice the fear in your eyes. I am there next to you when you awake from your nightmares. I see you, Starry Astarion, and I want to help. I am unsure how, but I believe that if we weep together, the pain will lessen.
The writing ends save for a few barely legible sentences that have been crossed out.
I haven’t been honest
I need to come clean
There’s something I need to tell you
Astarion grips the letter, crumpling the edges of the floral stationery. Why does Stella feel guilt for the wretched souls that allowed him to become the powerful vampire that he is? If it weren’t for their sacrifice, he would have never been able to protect her, to defeat the Netherbrain. Anger rises in his chest and settles at the back of his throat. Astarion storms back to the bed and is about to wake up Stella to demand answers until he sees the dried tear stains on her cheek. Looking back at the letter, teardrops are splattered across the page.
He stills for a moment, a bitter, unfamiliar feeling replacing the anger that he’s used to. He’s well aware that she longs for the pathetic man he used to be, but he cannot – will not be that man ever again. That weak vampire had died with the rest of the thousands of spawn at the ritual, and in his ashes, this new Astarion, the true Astarion, rose. He is everything good about his old self and more.
So why didn’t Stella look at him the same way?
He shakes the feeling from his head and goes back to prepare for the day, making sure to replace the crumpled-up letter exactly as he found it. Stella would need to bring these issues up to him herself. Astarion pushed out the faint voice of worry in his mind as he put on his coat before leaving the bed chambers, stealing one last look at his lover before closing the door.
When Stella awoke, she instinctively turned and reached out her hands to her lover, only to find that the bed was numbingly empty.
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I understand the concern of not wanting to cross boundaries when blocked and please don't take this as an attack, just an observation from someone who's been watching, but multiple names were dropped through text and screen captures it doesn't sit right with the idea of them being the ones to seek out an apology first. I know if I came across my name in some random call out post, I would not be comfortable starting the conversation first
that aside, I do want to congratulate you on your first post and the fact that you are taking steps to improve the past sitatuions and yourself going forward. it takes courage that not everyone has so you should be proud of yourself for starting that and admitting it the way you did!
I understand that. It's an unfortunate situation that is tricky to navigate. I really do want to respect the boundaries that were set as I would want the same done for me, however I do also understand that it can be very uncomfortable reaching out to me first. I'm not really sure how to move forward in this case.
My DM's will always be open and if someone wants to just even send a "hi" I would know I am unblocked. I just really don't want to cross a boundary when I am trying to make ammends for the times in the past where I publicly posted people's stuff and names.
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are you going to privately reach out to all the people you have name-dropped in the past, throwing them into fandom fire?
Hi there, I have been blocked by people and don't want to make them uncomfortable by making a burner account and circumventing that boundary that was set. I do want to privately apologize to people, and if they are willing to hear my apology, I am willing and ready to give it to them.
I'm not sure if it would be better for me to reach out first or for those that I've hurt to reach out to me first, as I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. My DMs are of course open if anyone wants to reach out.
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Mfw just bought 6 different kinds of cheese for a charcuterie board
as a white person i can confirm that cheese is basically like god and life to me. i can be baited with cheese 100% of the time. i will tunnelvision a wedge of sharp cheddar from the other side of the room in any and every setting
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okay this is VERY scary for me but. i made a patreon. please be nice lmao.
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