Fairy Princess

Paige (she/her), 18+ onlyI'm always kinda sad, kinda horny, and kinda tired. The media I'm obsessed with    changes regularly, but Robb Stark is always alive in my heart.                    Currently in love with Eivor Varinsdottir from Assassin Creed: Vahalla. I'm a jack of many trades but a master of none, so feel free to give me recommendations to better my skills! 

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A Safe Respite

Summary: You take Astarion on a private evening date to a bath house inside of Baldurs Gate.

Pairing: Astarion x Female reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, minor angst, bathing,

Word Count: 2300 approx.

Rating: 18+ - If you are under 18 please do not read.

The day had been difficult and dangerous, multiple citizens abruptly transforming into mindflayers and the Absolute cultists posing a threat everywhere they go, not to mention attempts to infiltrate Baldur’s Gate for leads to destroy the Elder Brain. By the time sunset came, you and your companions were all accounted for back at camp, and decided to start the night with a celebration of the victories earned thus far.

“I think we all deserve a little fun after today’s tiresome events, there’s a tavern close by I used to visit from time to time. They make the best honeyed mead in the Gate.” Wyll promptly suggests.

“Aye, I second that suggestion.” Agreed Halsin, already nearly finishing a bottle of wine.

“Are you coming?” Shadowheart nudges, hoping you would join.

“Although that does sound fun, I actually have something else for the two of us planned for the evening,” You reply, now looking at Astarion, “Unless you’d prefer the tavern of course?”

“A private rendezvous planned by my lover? How could I ever say no.” Astarion gushed coyly.

The group collectively threw you several looks that implied “Have fun,” and with that, you took Astarion’s hand and walked up towards the bustling streets of the city.

* * * * * * * * * *

You make your way to the local bath house, one you had seen earlier in the week and decided to pay a visit to soon. The same clerk is working who recognises you from your interaction just hours before.

“Everything you had requested has been organised, I hope the room is to your liking.” They smile, and lead you around the corner to a private room.

The scent of the lavender oil bath embraces your noses as you walk into the room. It is dimly lit, containing multiple candles surrounding a circular wooden tub in the centre, filled with freshly drawn warm water. Leafy vines have grown to obscure the windows and further around the roof and sides of the room, some of the smaller fronds hanging down with flowering buds beginning to grow. Your specific request of wine and fruits was dutifully fulfilled, as they sit on a small table placed next to the tub for easy reaching.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Astarion says.

“I wanted some space just for us, someplace where we could take it easy for the night.” You reply.

“Well, how thoughtful of you, my dear.”

You take Astarion’s hand, and lead him into the room, and begin the remove your clothes and then his. He seems pleasantly surprised by your offer to remove his clothes for him, but lets you do so anyway. He helps you into the tub first, supporting you as you take your first step into the water, and he follows a second after. You’re sat next to him, getting used to the warmth of the water for a few moments. You then begin to pour two goblets of wine when you feel his eyes watching you.

“Come here, my sweet.” Astarion invites, as his hands find your hips and pull you towards the front of him, so you are placed on his lap, your inner thighs caressing the outsides of his.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to seduce me with all of this.” he teases.

“There’s actually something I’d like to do first, if that’s alright.” You poke back.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” You ask, eyes searching his for consent.

“Darling,” he coos, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You lean into Astarion closely, chests warmly pressed together, feeling his nose gently scrape the side of your neck, your arm outstretched to grab the cloth on the small table behind him, and dip it in the warm water of the tub. Once it is soaked through, you gently wipe it across his collarbones, swiping away any grime and blood brought on by the earlier events of the day. You tenderly move down his body, cleansing his chest and stomach, then proceeding to his arms and hands.

Astarion stares at you with a small, soft smile across his lips, watching you clean him, take care of him. His eyes softly caress your face, carefully taking in the moment of peace and safety, something that he wasn’t familiar with, but had longingly ached for.

Resting the cloth on the side of the tub, you check in with him again.

“How does this feel, my love?” you ask Astarion.

He initially smiles at you, but then his face becomes serious, it takes but a second for him to search his memories for a time where he was able to feel this kind of security.

“I can’t remember a time where I felt this kind of….intimacy. Its nice.” He answers honestly.

“Close your eyes, alright?” You ask.

You pick up the cloth again, gently swiping across his face, removing the last of the dirt and blood. Astarion’s eyes are softly closed, he basks in the moment as he can feel his skin being cleaned. He tenses in the beginning, his forehead creasing ever so slightly, he’s not used to this kind of gentle touch, but after a minute or so his breathing slows and deepens, relaxing into your touch as the safety of you embraces him fully.

Once his face has been cleansed, you place a small and delicate kiss on his cheek. Astarion turns his face towards you until his lips graze yours, staying in this moment for just a minute more. His hand caresses the back of your neck, prompting you to stay there. He kisses you slowly and deeply, and for those few seconds, everything else in the world fades away.

Your head spins lightly when you eventually pull away, cheeks warm and rosy, it seems Astarion feels the same way too. He rests his forehead against yours and places his hands on the small of your back.

It’s a peaceful and pure moment between the two of you, simply enjoying the quiet company of each other, a brief respite. The only sounds are your soft breaths and faint music from a tavern playing off in the distance.

“Allow me,” he gently takes the cloth and douses it in the tub, and returns your actions of cleaning him down. Astarion is careful to brush over the healing marks on your neck from his fangs the night before. He leans in and gingerly kisses the area of your neck where he last tasted you.

Your breath hitches as his teeth gently graze the sensitive area on your neck. Taking advantage of your small moment of bliss, Astarion begins to swipe the cloth across your chest and breasts, cradling them in his hands as he continues to clean you.

“This was supposed to be a night for me to take care of you, not the other way around,” you breathily confess.

“Seems like you enjoy being taken care of this way too, don’t you think, darling?” he smugly asks.

You push away his hands and place them back on your waist as you begin to trail small kisses from his shoulder up to his neck, gently massaging his chest while you do so.

Astarion lets out a small moan into your ear, quiet enough you barely hear it. Your planned priority was his sole pleasure and security, allowing him to feel safety and love as he deserves.

You pause for a moment and begin to work your way to the other side, giving equal attention to the other side of his neck. He firmly places his hands around your lower back, giving into his growing enjoyment.

“Love, although I’m loving this attention from you, we can take care of each other, you know. This doesn’t have to be about just me.” He takes your chin softly so you’re looking directly at him, and pulls you into another deep kiss. You can feel his smirk as you give into him, allowing him to kiss you more passionately than before, as his arms caress around your back, one hand nestled in your hair. He gently tugs at your scalp, pulling you out of the kiss for just a moment.

“I love you.” He whispers delicately, his pupils blown and cheeks lightly flushed.

“And I love you.” You return. He pulls you into a passionate kiss again, growing hungrier the more time passes by. You can begin to feel him grow between your thighs, so you take one hand and caress him ever so gently, encouraging him further.

Astarion lets out another small moan, more audible this time, and places his hands on your breasts again, gently swiping each nipple with this thumbs, making you moan in return. His expert fingers graze you ever so softly, then applies a gentle pressure, causing you grow aroused along with him.

His hands slither down your stomach and around your waist, firmly squeezing your behind before one hand comes back around the front to touch you more intimately. He drags his thumb slowly up your slit, even underwater he can feel your wetness starting to grow. He swipes up again, causing you to moan into the kiss, he reciprocates the moan as you rub your thumb across the top of his hardening member. You stroke him more firmly now, as he does unto you, eliciting filthy sounds from one another.

“I want more,” You breathily request.

“Only if you say ‘please’, my love.” He cheekily demands.

“Please,” You urge him. Satisfied with your instant compliance, Astarion gently pushes one finger inside of you, and begins to rhythmically pump his hand, while the other holds your waist still. You both spend several minutes like this, exploring each other’s body, teasing one another while yours and his lips remain deliciously connected.

Astarion reaches under your thighs, lifting you slightly out of water and gently onto your knees. Your cunt grazes his tip lightly, you balance yourself with your arms placed across his shoulders, crossing them over behind his neck.

“Are you sure want this, love?” Astarion asks, his lips barely leaving yours.

“Of course, baby.” You reply, your mouth leaves his for just a second.

As you slowly sink down onto him, both expelling a series of lustful sounds, you take a moment to adjust to his size. Astarion’s arms curl around your body, holding you as close to him as possible, his kisses grow more intense as he starts to tenderly thrust up into you. Wanting to reciprocate the movement, you lightly bounce on him, causing the tub water to steadily ripple.

You quickly become lost in one another, feeling nothing else but pure pleasure, love filling you both to the brim. He fits you so exquisitely, and he knows it, delicately and lovingly ruining you, over and over again.

The water begins to splash slightly over the edge of the tub the more you both continue, although neither of you notice, as the two of you are entangled with one another, as one connected entity.

The warm tingle in your stomach climbs higher, and your head swings back in reaction. Astarion takes advantage of the exposed flesh of your neck and kisses it, periodically sucking the skin leaving you sure there will be love marks come morning.

“Feed on me, please, I want you to bite me.” You beg, one hand entangled in his hair while the other grips his bicep.

“Are you sure, darling? It’ll hurt for just a second.” Astarion’s lips barely leave your neck as he speaks.

“Mhmm,” Pulling your hair to the side to expose more of your neck to him, granting him full access. Astarion needs no further encouragement, as he sinks his teeth into you, penetrating you for the second time.

It stings deliciously, the opposing mixture of the cold numbness shooting through your body, combining itself with the warmth of the fire between your thighs, you are overwhelmed by the simultaneous different sensations, causing your head to feel dizzy and your body to constrict.

Astarion removes his fangs and presses his forehead into your neck, no longer able to focus on drinking your blood and instead chasing his climax. His stifled moans exhilarate you, and you bounce a little harder, and a little faster, gripping his shoulders as you do so, feeling yourself about to come undone onto him.

His thrusts become sharp and jagged as he reaches his end, his hands gripping your waist so tight they’re bound to leave small round bruises where his fingertips applied so much pressure. The desperate noises Astarion makes are so sweet to yours ears, and are alone enough to bring you to the edge. You come undone around him, squeezing him tight as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. The sensation of you reaching climax around him sends shockwaves through his body a second time, rendering him utterly speechless, his brain only knowing the feeling of pleasure for that brief moment.

It takes a minute for you both to recover, the both of you have your arms coiled around the other. Astarion leans his head back as you rest yours on his shoulder, both you unevenly puffing, trying to catch your breath. He softly grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you into a small kiss. After a moment, you pull away slightly, caressing his face and staring into his eyes. Astarion smiles back at you, he looks both relaxed and beautifully disheveled.

“My sweet, did you reserve this room just for the hour?” Astarion questions.

“No, I paid for the night.” You answer, breathing still uneven.

“Good,” He says softly, “Because I’m not quite finished with you yet, my love.”

[daveth-isnt-dead]

Restlessness

Summary:

She usually only lets Astarion feed on her while she is asleep. Not that she has any problem with Astarion, the case just is that him feeding from her while she is still conscious is profoundly intimate and she can’t really be sure if Astarion has noticed or even if he particularly cares, about how quickly her heart races when he does it. So while she is asleep is better, it's much better. But she can't get to sleep tonight, so she is just going to have to make do.

Contains: Fem Unnamed Tav, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood stuff (comes with the territory) Word Count: 5,143 Read on AO3

Astarion has been feeding on her almost every night for the past month now. Most nights while she is still asleep, though he is always surprisingly insistent about obtaining direct consent before she moves to her tent for the evening, by this point she has just assumed that the agreement is mutual and that there is little need for him to keep asking. Though she doesn't have it in her to be upset about the courtesy. 

She generally prefers that he drinks while she is sleeping, only knowing that it happened when she wakes up the next morning with a dull throb in her neck and Astarion giving her a knowing smirk from across the camp. 

Not that she has any problem with Astarion, the case just is that him feeding from her while she is still conscious is profoundly intimate and she can’t really be sure if Astarion has noticed or even if he particularly cares, about how quickly her heart races when he does it. So while she is asleep is better, it's much better. 

Being the vampire’s resident midnight snack does occasionally earn her some uncomfortable looks from other members of their little group. Especially after one of the few nights she had been awake for the ordeal and the feeling of his hand moving to her hip caused her body to jolt so intensely that Astarion accidentally tore her throat up with his fangs. Shadowheart dutifully healed it, but gave her a stare so oppressive that even a slight uptick of the half-elf’s judgemental eyebrow would surely have killed her on the spot. 

Astarion did apologize, but then quickly switched to insisting that she needed to let him know next time she decided to experiment with interpretive dance while he was firmly latched to her throat. 

That was the night they both agreed, it might be better if he only feeds while she is out cold. 

This night, however. Sleep will not come. She knows that it has been nearly a day and a half since Astarion has last eaten, any and all the fighting that took place today in the dark remains of Shar’s gauntlet were against foes severely lacking in the blood department, and tomorrow will likely be the same. To be honest, they were lucky at all, to find somewhere safe and quiet enough to camp in this miserable place. 

She rubs her eyes, still sitting upright in her tent despite all efforts to lull herself to sleep. She sighs heavily, tucking her knees up and wrapping her arms around them, usually a long day like this tires her out completely, and she is a very heavy sleeper, but today’s journey has left her so exhausted that even sleep evades her. 

The rustling of her tent flap nearly has her topping over with shock, hardly expecting any visitors after the terrible day they had all endured. The realization hits her when Astarion climbs in.

“Oh.” He says, freezing halfway into the tent, “Apologies, you are not usually so…well, conscious, at this time of night.” She had agreed to him feeding on her again this evening, assuming that she would be well asleep by now like usual. She sighs and gives him a wan smile, “Sorry, I can’t sleep.” “I suppose dinner is off the table then, isn't it?” He replies, wearing a smile that seems far tighter than his usual lazy smirk. 

“No!” She says quickly, “Gods no, there’s nothing else for you to eat down here and it’s been almost two days.” Astarion frowns, suddenly becoming very interested in his fingernails, “I can always go back to eating rats if I must, there is certainly no lack of them in this miserable place.” He tries to maintain a casual air, but there is venom behind those words. His voice does return to being playful when he says, “Or, should the situation become incredibly dire, I’m sure that our resident hero would let me have a bite if I asked very nicely.” For some reason, the thought of Astarion feeding on Wyll instead of her causes a thick cloud of jealousy to build behind her ribs. She ignores it, “Just come inside, we’ll figure something out.” she says, shuffling backward a little to give him more room, “And close the front of the tent, please.” 

When he turns back to her and takes a seat on the hard ground, she can’t help but notice just how etherial he looks in the soft orange glow of her lantern. Even on the nights when she does sleep, she prefers to keep the lantern on, both because the darkness makes her uneasy, and because (even though she knows he can see in the dark) it feels like common courtesy to leave a light on for Astarion. 

“So.” He says

“So…” she replies

Astarion sighs, “Look, darling. If you are simply too delicate for me to have my meal while you are awake, I’m sure that I can find a way to occupy myself for now.” He levels his gaze with her, “Something more entertaining than just staring at each other.”

She bristles, “I’m not delicate, I’m just-” she can’t finish the sentence. She’s just what? Too shy, embarrassed maybe, certainly nervous, “I’m fidgety.” she lies, “and I don’t want to cause another…incident.” He laughs, “Oh yes, not willing to suffer another of Shadowheart’s glares, are you?” “No.” She begins, averting her eyes as she feels her cheeks burning, “Not at present.”

“Then what do you suggest? Since you don’t seem to be planning on getting your beauty sleep anytime soon.” She chews on a knuckle, mulling it over. There’s no way she could handle him leaning over her like that again, his scent surrounding her, one of his hands cradling the back of her head as he finally sinks his teeth into the side of her- 

“It might be better, if i’m sitting upright.” She offers. Astarion blinks, “Upright?” “Maybe. I think.” 

It would at the very least, be far less intimate, more clinical. Astarion hums to himself, “As you know, i don’t have all that much experience in the matter, but i can hardly see how you would expect to stay upright and the last thing we need is you cracking your skull open on the ground.”

“Then I would just need something to lean against.” She says quickly, “I just think I would be far better at sitting still this way, that's all.”

“Well, I’m right here, darling.” He says, almost dismissively, upset that she wouldn’t consider it herself, “You could always lean against me.” 

Her eyes widen. That would defeat the purpose of this whole exercise, but she can’t very well tell him that. 

“As long as it wouldn’t make things more difficult for you.” She begins, choosing her words slowly and carefully, “I would at least be happy to try.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He says, leaning backward a little and letting his thighs fall open, “The last thing this could possibly be for me is difficult.” She stares down at him, eyes wide as she realizes that she has only managed to make this situation worse. 

“Oh….kay” She says, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. In the end she opts to face away from him, sitting cross legged between his legs and shimmying backward until she feels his chest pressed up against her back. She sucks a difficult breath in through her teeth and though he isn’t warm, he might as well be, the way she immediately breaks out in a nervous sweat. 

“Come come, my dear.” He says, his tone hushed as he carefully draws her hair away from her throat, “I’ve had plenty of time to practice being gentle all those nights you were asleep, no need to be so nervous.” She’s more than a little embarrassed at how instinctively she tilts her head to the side for him, almost beckoning him to bite down. It’s not that part that makes her nervous, not at all. It’s that she recalls a conversation, brief and quickly dismissed, that the two had by a campfire many nights ago. A mention of disgust, words spat like bile about the man who forced him to use himself night after night. A disgust of her own, when she remembered how many days she’d spend staring at him, nights under his body as he fed, wishing and wanting for him to touch her. 

She had been far too forward that night, prodding where she shouldn't. Astarion had just laughed, dismissed her concern and refused to elaborate. 

“I trust you.” She whispers when she feels the ghost of his breath on her neck.

Astarion tenses behind her, and she closes her eyes as he descends, waiting for the bite that never comes. His lips press against the side of her throat, softly, lightly, the way a lover might kiss. She gasps aloud, and quickly covers her mouth with a hand, trying to hide the sound. 

One of his hands wraps around hers, gently removing it from her mouth, “No.” he says, pressing another kiss to the cut of her jaw, “Let me hear you.” 

A whimper climbs its way up her throat when he wraps a possessive arm around her, his thumb gently brushing across the lower swell of her breast. She feels his teeth against her neck, not biting, gentle and tantalizing. 

This is what she had been afraid of, that she would encourage something like this and then lack the restraint to tell him no. Her head inclines backwards, resting on his shoulder and releasing a keening moan when he sucks on her pulsepoint. 

“Astarion-” she tries, breaking off into a moan when he slides his hand up and squeezes her breast in his palm. 

He chuckles against her throat, “I do so love hearing you say my name like that.” he croons into her ear, his hand sliding down the collar of her loose linen shirt to cup her breast directly, “Say it again for me, would you?”

“W-Wait, please” She forces out, trying to ignore the growing warmth between her thighs, and the cool press of his palm against her breast. 

At her words, Astarion freezes completely. She can barely even feel him breathing anymore. 

“Yes, of course.” He says quickly, too quickly, there’s something that sounds like panic in his voice, “I- well, I hope i didn’t misread the situation.” “No! That’s- that’s not what I meant, it’s just-” She reaches her hand up backwards until she finds his face, cupping his cheek in her palm, “Astarion…you don’t have to if-“ if you don’t want to, if it doesn’t mean anything, if it hurts too much, or Gods forbid if you think you owe me something. 

He stays still for long enough that she begins to worry she said something wrong, that she overstepped a boundary and he was just going to laugh dismissively again. Instead, he turns his head so he can lightly kiss the palm of her hand. 

“I know.” He breathes, and it somehow soothes all her worries at once, “I know I don’t have to, but I do want to.” She can almost hear his smile when he says, “That is, of course, provided that you don’t want me to stop.”

“Gods no…” she exhales, leaning back against him, “That’s the last thing I want.”

“Good.” He nearly moans, his hand jumping to the laces at the front of her shirt and quickly undoing them until it hangs wide open all the way down to her sternum. It surprises her a moment, how familiar he seems with undoing her clothes, but then she remembers each morning, waking up with a bite at the join between her shoulder and neck. A courtesy, so none of the others would see it, but he would only be able to reach that low by loosening her shirt. 

She feels herself growing warm at the thought, smirking when she asks, “You’ve undressed me before, have you?”

Astarion huffs, licking a stripe up the side of her neck, “Nothing more than was necessary to get at your shoulder, darling.” his cold hands grab both her breasts at once, and he groans, “I was trying to save you from any judgemental stares.” 

Her head lolls backward and she moves her hand to his hair, tangling her fingers in tight. His hands are cold against her bare skin, but she is already so warm all over that any reprieve from the heat is a welcome one. 

“Is this why you could never sit still while I was feeding on you?” Astarion breathes, one of his hands sliding down the front of her torso to rub over the front of her woolen breeches, “Because you couldn’t stop imaging this?” his hand slips beneath her breeches and into her smalls, “Gods…” he hisses through his teeth, “You’re so wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

“Don’t act so coy.” She replies, gasping aloud when his talented fingers dip inside her just enough that she is quivering in anticipation for more, and when his thumb reaches up to circle her clit, she whimpers desperately, “You have all the clarification you need right here.”

“Do I?” He asks slowly, fully removing his fingers from her cunt and resting his hand on her hip, “What if I want to hear you admit it?”

She whines, missing his touch already, “Please…” “No no no, you know what you have to do.” He murmurs, breath ghosting across her neck as he presses another kiss to her skin, “You did lie to me about it earlier, don’t I deserve to hear the truth from your delectable lips?” “F-Fine.” She mutters, shame dissolving into something far more sinful as she finally confesses what she is certain he already knew, “The real reason I asked you to only feed while I was asleep, was because I-” his free hand joins the other on her hips, slowly edging her breeches and smalls down over her thighs, “Because I didn’t think I could control myself.”

He laughs warmly against her skin, fingers just barely skirting around the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs, “My my, with talk like that, you’d think that it is I who should be afraid of you.”

“Maybe you should.” She says, trying and failing to maintain a casual air even as his fingers slowly descend, “After all, who knows that I might- nhg!” “Hm? Sorry, what was that?” Astarion asks, two of his fingers now knuckle deep inside of her. 

“I’m h-hardly in a state to offer much witty banter, Astarion.” She stammers, barely even able to speak as his fingers start moving, slow and precise, like he is savoring it. 

“But I do so love when you try.” He smiles against her neck, a third finger easily wriggling in alongside the other two. She goes practically boneless against him, unable to keep her hips still as he curls his fingers upward just right and when his thumb teases another utterly devious circle around her clit she feels herself tightening around his fingers. Astarion groans, hiding his face in her shoulder and grinding himself against her lower back, “Hells, darling, you are perfect.”

One of her hands moves to his thigh, struggling to find purchase as she completely loses herself to the pleasure. If the full weight of her body essentially collapsed against him gives Astarion pause, he doesn’t show it, his fingers never falter. The pace he maintains is utterly languid, slow and warm and wet, fast enough that she wouldn’t call it teasing but like he wants to work for it, to enjoy the luxury of taking his time with her. 

She moans when his other hand returns to her breast, rubbing addictive circles around her nipple with his thumb. Everything starts to turn hazy at the edges, her body is twitching and desperate. 

“Gods…” She hisses through her teeth. Astarion chuckles against her throat, “Come now, darling. There’s only one god here.” she feels the light graze of his sharp teeth, “and he’d much prefer you call him by his name.” “Astarion…” she tries, “Please.” He exhales a shaky breath, but otherwise maintains his composure, “Please what, my sweet?”

She’s on the exhilarating precipice of her climax, barely even able to speak, her body feels so hot that Astarion’s hands nearly burn in their coolness and she can scarcely imagine a world where she doesnt have them pressed against her. Whimpering and mewling under his touch and so unsure of what it is she even wants until: “Bite me!” comes bursting out from her mouth.

Astarion chokes on a breath, and she feels the soft lick of her tongue over his pulsepoint, “Are you sure?” “Yes!” She hisses, practicaly fucking herself on his fingers now, “Gods yes.” She feels more than hears the rumble of his moan, “Do try to stay still.” he purrs, and then sinks his fangs into her throat. The immediate pain feels almost electric jumping from her throat, to her fingertips, to her toes, a quick sharp jolt that is near instantly replaced with a nauseating bliss. 

Her head lolls to the side, relishing in the feeling as he begins devouring her. The beat of her heart is loud in her ears, and the pump of his fingers is no longer so tender, with each movement his thumb brushes firmly against her clit and her whole body tenses. He curls his fingers upward, and her hips cant forward violently. 

Unlike last time, Astarion is quick to pull his fangs from her throat, before any real damage can occur, “You really can’t sit still, can you?” He groans in her ear, his voice void of any of its usual musicality as he grinds himself up against her in time with his fingers. A bubbling laugh escapes her mouth as she revels in the feeling of his length pressed firmly against her lower back, at the way his own hips don’t seem to want to stop moving, “N-Neither can you.” she says through her moans. “What can I say?” He murmurs, mouth slowly returning to the open wound on her neck, “You are positively delicious.” He does not bite again, instead lapping and sucking at the blood as it flows freely out of her. She can barely breathe, lost in utter exhilaration as the lightheadedness takes hold, his fingers curl and thrust inside of her, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she finds herself completely unable to hold back her whimpers and moans. 

Astarion completely covers the bite mark with his mouth, sucking with true fervor now as she teeters closer and closer to her climax. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she frantically grinds herself against his awaiting fingers, the warmth builds and builds in her belly until she feels like she is about to turn to lightning in his arms. 

“A-Astarion, I-” Her words collapse into a desperate, aching moan as she tumbles over the edge, the world turning white behind her eyes and the heat rushing out from her core all the way to her fingertips. The euphoria is so encompassing that she nearly sobs as his fingers begin to slow their movements within her. 

He has the sense not to say anything, at least for a moment, and she can scarcely imagine how she looks right now. Her hair clings to her forehead with sweat, tears are beading in her eyes and- oh gods had she been drooling? She quickly raises a hand to wipe her mouth, and as she is doing so, she turns her head to look at him and oh.

Astarion blinks down at her, and the look in his eyes is heady and lust drunk, but there is something else to it as well, bordering on reverence. His cheeks are flushed, and she knows that can only happen when he has just fed. She swallows thickly at the red colouring of his lips, where her own blood is currently spread. Curiosity does something sinister to her, and she wants to taste it herself. 

His eyes go wide when she kisses him, and wider again when she darts out her tongue lick over his teeth. Astarion’s chest is heaving when she pulls back, his red eyes watching cautiously, as though unsure of her next move. She reaches out and takes his cheek in her palm, his skin is warmer than it was before.

“Your turn.” She whispers, trailing her hand from his cheek, down his sternum to the waistband of his breeches. She looks up at him quickly and is emboldened by the desire she still sees in his eyes, untucking his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He’s all perfect, smooth, porcelain skin, but her eyes can’t help being drawn to the way her rough undressing has left his hair disheveled. She tangles her fingers in it, smiling at how boyishly handsome he looks with his hair in disarray. 

“If it’s all the same to you, my dear.” He breathes, beginning to sound impatient, “I’ve waited for you long enough.” She laughs, edging his breeches and undergarments down over his hips, “So impatient for someone with your lifespan.”

He frowns at her, but she is surprised to find how easily she can tell he doesn’t mean it, “If anything, that should speak to just how much I crave you.” He croons as she swings one leg over his hips, hoving just over his lap, “You should be flattered.” “I am.” She replies with not a hint of irony, “I consider myself incredibly lucky.” Astarion reaches up to her face and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “As do I.”

She wraps her arms around his shoulders to steady herself as she slowly lowers herself down, stutting a gasp when the head of his cock meets her entrance. It’s as cold as the rest of him, and she has to bite down on her lower lip to keep herself from crying out when she takes in the first inch. She’s still incredibly sensitive from her first climax, and the coolness of him feels so alien and utterly addictive that she is already panting and whimpering by the time he bottoms out inside of her. 

Astarion lets out a shaky moan when she finally sits down fully, his hands jumping to her waist and his head falling to rest on her shoulder. They stay like that for a moment, just clinging to each other, no sounds but their breathing and the rapid tattoo of her heart. 

When he looks up at her again, Astarion’s smile is utterly salacious, “You have me now, darling.” he whispers, pressing a cool kiss to her shoulder, “Perhaps it would the perfect moment for you to show me some of those, things you have been thinking about doing to me all this time.” 

Astarion isn’t usually that much taller than her, but even still, there is something addictive about their current positioning and the way he has to peer up at her. She tilts her head to the side, taking in the sight of him, his blood flushed cheeks and the glint of his teeth behind his wide smile. 

“Would it be…strange-” she begins, tangling one of her hands in the back of his hair, “-If said that i had often imagined biting you.” “Hah!” Astarion exclaims, grinning broadly, “Well, it would be hardly fair for me to ask you to keep your teeth to yourself, wouldn’t it?” Her brows pull together, “You can say no, Astarion.” His eyes go wide for a moment, and his face is awash with a sudden vulnerability, “I- Yes, I know that I can.” His smile returns, but now the look in his eyes is warmer, softer, “But I don’t want to.” He inclines his head to the side, exposing the length of his throat, “Go on, darling. Let me know how I taste, would you?”

She leans into his neck, breathing in his scent as she presses a soft kiss to his skin. He makes a noise, a startled intake of breath, his hands on her waist gripping tighter and she opens her mouth and bites. Astarion cries out, and his hips stutter his cock deeper inside of her. She moans against his skin, grinding her hips down to meet his and languishing in the feeling of just how well he fills her. 

Her teeth are far blunter than his, and actually drawing any blood would take a considerable amount of force and cause a considerable amount of pain, but even without the taste of blood in her mouth there is still something so delectably perverse about biting down on him, about burying her face in his throat. She moans, kissing from the base of his neck and up to the curve of his jaw, sucking gently on the skin there and smiling when she pulls away to see purple marks blooming on his pale skin. 

Astarion’s breath is heavy when he looks at her, but his eyes are soft and relaxed, “Admiring your handiwork, are you?” He laughs a little, peering up at her coquettishly, “Does it suit me?” She traces a finger over the crescent shaped bruises left by her teeth, smiling at him as she whispers, “Very much so, and now I believe we are even.” “Are we now?” Astarion replies, a mischievous look crossing his face as his hands move down to her hips, “Because as far as I can recall, only one of us has seen stars this evening.” 

“We’ll need to rectify this situation then, won’t we?” She says, her breath quickening as she grinds down on him. 

Astarion’s grip on her hips grows tighter and he chokes on a groan, “You look beautiful up there, my dear.” he thrusts up into her, slowly and deeply, “Sitting pretty on my lap, just for me.”

Her head lolls forward, whining as his cock brushes against that perfect spot inside of her. 

“Look at me.” Astarion whispers, and she tilts her head up to meet his eyes. His breath stutters when he sees her expression, desperate and adoring, “I want to see your face as I’m fucking you, darling.” She giggles shyly, resisting the urge to hide her face in her hands and Astarion smiles, “Good girl.” 

He uses the grip on her hips to lift her up and she whimpers as his cock leaves her, only to cry out when he drops her back down. Shifting her weight to her knees, she follows his lead bouncing on his cock to meet him on the upstroke. He never breaks eye contact, staring as her breath leaves her, watching reverently as she pants and moans with each of his movements. 

“A-Astarion…” She moans, leaning forward and pressing her forehead to his, “You’re so good, you feel so good.”

He laughs breathlessly, “Would you believe that you feel even better?”

One of his hands moves from her hip around to her front, his talented fingers rubbing encouraging circles on her clit. She keens loudly, digging her nails into his shoulders, “Didn’t I say it was your turn.” She forces out, “You really don’t have-” “You greatly underestimate just how much making you climax arouses me, my sweet.” He groans when he rubs her a little faster, feeling her walls clench around him in response, “I have been thinking about it, constantly.” 

She can feel her orgasm building again, the combination of his fingers and his cock driving her absolutely wild. He’s so warm now, her own growing heat slowly warming his cold skin over time, she wants to grab onto him and never let go. His hips are losing rhythm beneath her, driving his cock up into her with short, stuttered thrusts.  Gods she can feel him throbbing. 

“I’m-I’m close again.” She breathes. 

He groans at even the thought of it, “Good. So am I.”

“Fill me, Gods, Astarion- please” She moans, tightening her arms around his shoulders, pressing him flush against her. 

His own arms wrap tightly around her waist as he fucks up into her at an utterly desperate speed. His breath coming quick and fast, he buries his face in her shoulder, mouthing at the side of her neck, waiting as always, for her permission. 

“Fuck! Yes, Please, bite me!” She cries out, feeling the warmth of her oncoming climax already blooming in her belly, “Gods, Astarion, I am all yours.” His breath hitches at that, the frantic movement of his hips stopping for only a moment, “Mine…” he breathes, and then sinks his fangs into the side of her throat. She can barely comprehend what she is feeling, him all around her, inside her in more ways than one. She’s open, vulnerable, yearning and Astarion is all she ever wanted. 

Her second climax of the night is louder, twitchier, her whole body quivers as it feels like she is shoved over the precipice, her insides clenching desperately around him and her hands digging into his hair as she howls into the open air. 

“H-Hells!” He stammers at the feeling of her coming undone around him, clutching to her as tightly as he can before emptying inside of her. 

There’s warmth, for some time, as the two of them return from the white hot afterglow. She gently runs her fingers through his hair, and Astarion softly laps at any of the mess left on the side of her neck before kissing tenderly over the bite mark left behind. 

“Would you stay?” She whispers, hiding her face in his shoulder, nervous for his answer. 

Astarion chuckles, “Are you that insatiable, my dear? Can’t get enough?” She shakes her head, “No, I mean it. Stay with me until morning, we can talk, or sleep, I don't mind.” His breath is shaky now, and one of her hands comes up to rest on the back of her head, “I don’t really know what we are doing.” he breathes, “But I’d like to try, with you.” She sits up a little, meeting his eyes. There is apprehension there, yes, but more than that there is something warm and real. She smiles, “I guess we’ll have to figure it out together.”

His smile is lopsided and effortless, “Though I’m sure Shadowheart will have something entertaining to say, come morning.”

She laughs, “I’ll have to get used to withstanding her glare, I think, as I plan to make, well, whatever this is, a regular occurrence.” 

Neither of them feels a need to define what they are feeling, or even what comes next. But she smiles when Astarion presses a kiss to her temple, and decides that for now, it hardly matters. They’ll figure it out eventually. 

[justporo]

Hiiii! Could you write some dom astarion headcanons? I can't get the idea out of my head now.

You asked - I shall deliver. This turned into a one-shot though. So, I hope you'll enjoy that as well.

I... I'm not even wasting much more time talking about it, let's just get to the fun!

Tav insists on provoking Astarion, but the vampire just won't be having it.

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (You) Warning: Explicit sexual content Wordcount: 2,4k

Lessons Learnt

Astarion and you had come to an agreement some time ago.

The two of you were in a happy, committed relationship – being sweet, loving, romantic, caring about each other deeply. Everything you could dream of. And let’s not forget about the less innocent aspects of you being together: Astarion knew every trick in the book, easily figuring out how to push your every button – and he enjoyed it. Being the one to make you squirm, to make you moan, cry his name in heedless pleasure.

And you were committed to help him work through his trauma and letting him explore what exactly it was he wanted for his life, being with you – and figuring out how to reclaim himself in terms of physical pleasure. Because as he had confirmed to you, he was eager to finally and completely embrace his own desires and pleasures.

So, he had proposed to you to let him be in charge, giving him a kind of control he didn’t have for the last two centuries.

You had been a bit surprised as you hadn’t considered that this might be what he would want from his regained freedom, but it made sense: for all the growth and healing he had already done, he still liked having power – and there was nothing inherently wrong with that. He liked being dominant, being the centre of attention, being the one people couldn’t rip their gaze off, being the one making people scurry to fulfil his desires.

He was not a prey animal – he was the predator.

So, of course you had agreed – quickly realising how much this arrangement played into your own hand as well: no one had ever treated you like this or given you such intense attention. And you’d come to enjoy yourself just as much as the vampire did.

But it still didn’t help you from being bent down over the kitchen table. One of Astarion’s hands pressing both of your wrists to your back while the other had your hair tied around it like a rope and pulled to make your head arch back – in a manner, that was just the right amount of painful to induce more pleasure.

“I’ve had it with you today, you insolent little thing”, Astarion exclaimed angrily and pressed his hips into your behind. You were both fully clothed, but you could feel his massive erection rub against you while he pressed you down harder on the table, causing your boobs to squish against the hard wood and making you moan in desperation.

“Don’t act like you don’t know how you got put in this position, love”, Astarion whispered while he leaned over you now. He pulled your hair to make your head turn slightly sideways so he could easily reach one of your pointy ears and whisper in it. The posture giving you another jolt of delicious friction when his cock pressed harder against your butt clad in leather pants.

“You know exactly how you rile me up when you act like this! Arching your back to make me look at your sweet little tits straining against your shirt, putting your thumb in your mouth to lick something off it, making me wish it was one of my body parts you’d let your tongue work around. And finally, brushing past me while making sure your ass has ample opportunity to rub against my crotch”, he whispers into your ear as if it was merely a sweet nothing. His breath caressing your face and making your hairs stand on end… And the way he put it into words – you were already drenched and desperate for release.

But so was he – you could feel the evidence quite clearly.

But you couldn’t help but giggle despite your dire situation, raising an eyebrow at him, grinning and using what little room for movement you had to rub your butt against him once more, making him groan immediately.

Your triumph was only short-lived when you suddenly got hauled up from the table. “That’s it, you bratty little girl, now I’m going to make you pay”, Astarion hissed as he threw you over his shoulder and immediately made his way up to the bedroom. His grip on your legs was tight – not a allowing a smidge of resistance now. You gulped and hoped that you hadn’t pushed your luck too far.

“We are going to have a little talk now, my sweet, about your naughty behaviour. And if I’m nice I might even help you out of the mess you put yourself in”, the vampire declared through gritted teeth and quickly moved up the last steps to your joint bedroom.

He threw open the door, then put you down in the middle of the room. “Undress”, he simply hissed at you while he turned around again. You obliged, your heart racing in your chest and lust pulsating between your legs.

Astarion grabbed a single chair, put it down in the middle of the room and then sat on it, legs spread, leaned forward, one of his hands braced on his knee while the other arm hung languidly over his other thigh. And that’s how he kept watching you slowly undress, not saying a word, but his red eyes boring holes into you.

You didn’t dare to make a show out of it this time.

Astarion licked his lips while he watched you hungrily, his arousal still very much obvious. When you were done you stood there completely naked with the vampire intensely staring at your naked form – just his glances making you want to squirm. But he drew out the moment – unnecessarily long for your liking.

“Now, come here and sit, pet”, he finally said, releasing you from your limbo. You walked over to him while he didn’t change anything about his posture, still staring at you and devouring you with his ruby eyes. When you were directly in front of him, you weren’t entirely sure of where exactly you were meant to sit.

But Astarion made quick work of grabbing you by the thighs and firmly placing you on one of his knees and dragging you up along his thigh – making sure to tense his muscles so you would get even more friction while grinding against his thigh. You immediately moaned loudly and threw your head back at the sensation of your core rubbing against his body. You could feel his muscles, the texture of his leather pants, your own slickness turning it into a mess quickly. Your hands had immediately went on his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself on him. And you could also feel his tension there, under your fingers. By no means were you alone in these feelings of desperate, carnal lust.

Astarion’s fingers firmly held on to your hips – so hard there were clear indents where he almost clawed at your skin to hold you down tightly.

“Don’t act coy now, Tav, go on – I’m giving you all the opportunity to writhe and rub yourself against me now”, Astarion said to you, his eyes still glowing angrily – but hunger and pleasure taking over more and more. The usage of your name suddenly turning you on more in this moment than any other pet name could have done.

You stared at him a moment longer, not exactly sure how the situation had derailed to him making you ride his thigh completely naked so quickly.

“Move!”, he snarled when you didn’t get to work. The word snapping of his tongue like a whiplash while he forcefully moved your hips to grind against his leg again, making you whimper.

You started slowly – sliding back and forth over his thigh while feeling how slippery his pant leg had gotten quickly. Your hands curled into the vampire’s shoulder muscles, earning you a single groan. But other than that, he simply kept holding onto you, enjoying the show.

“Harder!”, Astarion ordered harshly after some time and pressed you down harder with the firm grip of his hands on your hips. You gulped and obliged.

Really getting into it now: the feeling of friction and just the thought of what exactly was happening turning you feral while you gripped onto his shoulders. The vampire lifted one of his hands off your side and grabbed your chin, thumb stroking over your bottom lip. “Open up, love”, he cooed at you now to which you happily obliged. He put his thumb into your mouth and let you start to suck on it.

You really started to lose all shame as you kept grinding his leg, now moaning loudly with every move, your head rolling back and arching your back – desperately wishing for Astarion to also give some attention to your breasts that ached with arousal.

But that was exactly the wrong thing to do. His hand moved to your side again and Astarion’s grip on your hips tightened so much you weren’t able to get in even the slightest bit of movement.

“It’s not fun now, is it?”, the vampire angrily snarled at you while holding you immobile. You whimpered helplessly, overcome with lust and the desperate wish for release.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered breathlessly – your body helplessly shivering with unresolved tension.

“Promise you’ll be good and I might consider letting you have the release your craving”, Astarion whispered slowly, his eyes boring into you.

“I’ll be good, I promise”, you immediately answered, desperately wanting to please him so he might do the same for you.

“Good“, Astarion cooed and started to grin hungrily at you – in a way that made you immediately wonder if it was actually.

He lifted you up while he stood up from his seat. He walked over to your giant bed and almost threw you onto it.

As you moved to position yourself on the bed, you saw how the vampire undressed himself while looking at you. Pulling his shirt over his head, muscles tensing and softening with the movement. You hungrily licked your lips, immediately feeling the fire burning inside you again. You let your gaze wander deeper, seeing the outline of his arousal straining against his pants – and of course the slick patch you had left on his pant leg.

When he pulled his pants down and finally freed his hardness you audibly gasped – wanting him inside of you in a way that was nothing but carnal need. You’d never get used to knowing that you were the one making him this way.

Astarion prowled over to the bed, basking in your wordless admiration and eagerly staring back at your naked body – the swell of your tits and your hardened nipples, the tensed lines on your stomach, the sheen of wetness glistening between your legs.

He climbed on top of you, immediately immobilising you with his body weight. Your legs happily spread to welcome him and wrapped around his slender hips. His cock quickly found its way to your slick core and languidly created friction against it.

You moaned, your mouth falling open at the thought of how you’d finally get what you wanted.

Astarion licked his lips and grinned which bared his fangs to you. He slowly kept rolling his hips to let his hardness slide against your cunt. You let your hands start to wander over his shoulders and back.

“I know you just made a promise to me, my heart, of which I’m sure you’re eager to keep. But let’s make sure, why don’t we”, he purred and grabbed your one hand, then the other with his while using his other arm to hold himself up over you.

And with a swift movement he was holding both your wrists captive again and pushed them down on the mattress right over your head. His grip was strong, but you didn’t even want to rebel against him right now. You were mindlessly enjoying yourself being held captive by this vampire, once again realising and being grateful that he showed you time and time again how he not only embraced his own desires and pleasures, but also teaching you to embrace yours.

“I’ll be nice now and release you from your peril, my love, since I am such a gracious lover”, he promised you while looking at you through his lashes. He shifted his hips and with one swift movement filled you to the brim.

You couldn’t help yourself and cried out his name. He threw his head back and laughed seductively. “Hm yes, keep calling my name, love, make sure the whole Upper City knows who it is that makes you scream”, he whispered and started to fuck you.

The time for teasing and making each other wait was over now. He thrust into you while holding you captive, hitting deep inside of you. You writhed against him, desperately trying to get more friction while his movements grew more and more raggedly. So did his breaths as he kept staring at you losing yourself beneath him.

“Come for me, Tav”, he ordered breathlessly, and you didn’t need another word of encouragement. Just the sound of your name from his lips while his voice almost broke pushed you over the edge, your core clenching and pulsing around him hard – again and again.

You screamed his name once more while shaking with your orgasm and struggling against his hold while he followed closely behind, hoarsely groaning and still moving through your joint ecstasy.

When the fire had dwindled down to a pleasant glow and you were both just looking at each other with wide eyes and open mouths while breathing heavily, Astarion slid out of you and released you out of his grasp.

He rolled on his back and softly grabbed you to make you roll over too, so you were laying on his chest. The vampire immediately started rubbing circles on your back with one hand, while the other stroked your hair. “All good?”, he asked while cocking his head. You nodded and smiled at him in response but were just too exhausted to use your words. You wrapped your arms around him and tangled your legs with his to really snuggle up to him. Pleasant warmth filled the both of you while you kept just laying there.

“Now, have you learnt your lesson?”, Astarion asked after a while, just a tiny bit teasingly. “Hmm”, you replied “maybe I will need a refresher on that from time to time.”

Astarion laughed at that and embraced you even harder: “It would be my pleasure.”

Author's note: Hope you enjoyed, all you naughty little gremlins. Now, off I go, I have to do some very Astarion-unrelated stuff.

[eff-plays]

Spawn Astarion being perfectly happy after not ascending, but constantly bringing it up to troll Tav.

"Oh you love me and you'd do anything for me? I can think of one really big thing you distinctly didn't do :/"

"Oh you'd give me the sun moon and the stars from the sky? But a few thousand souls was too much to ask huh? 🙄"

"Hmm yeah, this is a real pickle we've found ourselves in. Would've been neat to have some sort of ultrapowerful vampire on our side. Alas, someone decided not to make that happen."

"You say you'd love me no matter what, but would that still be true if I were, say, super strong and awesome and powerful? Hmm. Evidence says otherwise."

[pheonixgrave]

Try Me (18+)

Since people seemed to dig my last one, heres another AstarionxTav fic!!

Warnings: Smut with feeling, shy Tav, first times, corruption, mildly sex repulsed Astarion, smut because that's how I cope

Rest was desperately needed. They were all exhausted. The day's activities had left them dirty, spent, and bloodied. They even set up their tents in silence, silently trudging along. Tav laid out her bedroll, barely managing to shrug off her leather armour before collapsing face first onto her pillow. Maybe she shouldn’t have let Astarion feed off her the night before. It always took a lot out of her but nothing a good night's rest couldn’t fix. Besides, it does feel rather good. Well, in the moment at least. It might not be the romance she always dreamed about but it was…nice. 

He wasn’t exactly nice. But he took care of her. They were both new to this. And after having the conversation about “wanting this to be real,” they had been taking their time. A kiss goodnight here. Soft whispers about ‘later’ there. Tav wouldn’t lie, she missed him. She missed being wrapped around him. She missed the magic in his fingers. She groaned and turned on her side. Being patient is the worst. She knew she wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. Her body was in desperate need of some kind of release.

But out here? She had to sit and wait until everyone else went to sleep before even thinking about anything like that. She pulled her blanket over her shoulders and tried to rest with her mind focusing squarely on the vampire spawn and his, how did he say it? Full portfolio?

Astarion watched the elf from a distance. He sighed before heading into his tent. He wasn’t used to taking things slow. Hells, he wasn’t even sure what slow meant. He only knew she wasn’t a target. He didn’t have it in him to use her. And now? Now he was scared. Scared of what might happen. Scared of the tadpoles. Scared of what happens after. This feeling, this fear of losing her scared him almost as much as the idea of Cazador did. Regardless, he asked to slow things down. To not just be a sexual relationship. To be something more.

But Gods, he missed her.

Tav seemed okay with a gentle touch here and again. But it wasn’t as satisfying as having her tighten around him. He sighed, realizing how quickly his mind turned to more unbecoming thoughts. But that’s who he is, right? A creature of hedonistic pleasure. Might as well make himself comfortable.

It didn’t take long for everyone else to fall asleep. Tav quietly undid the knots in her trousers before snaking her hand southward. She’s never done this before. She hadn’t really known what felt good until Astarion showed her. Before the nautiloid, she had been in her ivory tower for so long that she’d never had a chance to be seen in such a way. Her fingers were inexperienced and clumsy. Sure, it felt nice. But no matter how gently she circled her clit, it didn’t get her anywhere. All she felt was more frustration. And the more frustrated she got, the less nice it felt. 

“By the Gods above,” she muttered before fixing her trousers and sitting up. It pained her that the solution to her problem was less than a few meters away. With a newfound resolve-and not knowing entirely what she was going to do when she got there-she marched her way towards Astarion’s tent. Once she reached the opening, she froze. Didn’t he say he wanted to take things slow? What in the Hells is she doing here? So he could get her off? Gods, maybe she wasn’t cut out for this.

In the midst of her overthinking, the rogue inside heard her shifting on her feet. He had already cleaned up. The tension in his shoulders wasn’t nearly as bad and the feelings of self hatred were only minimal this time. Truly a win for him. He got out of his bedroll to see what brought her here. 

The moment they made eye contact, he could see she was near tears. “Darling?” He didn’t know if he should reach for her or brush her off. “Whatever is the matter?”

Tav looked at the ground, “I have to ask you something.”

“What is it?” She didn’t flinch at the harshness of his words. She was, after all, in the wrong. 

“May I come in?” She wasn’t making eye contact and her hands were in front of her. Astarion wasn’t sure if he had ever seen her like this before. She was confident, cocky even. But this? This wasn’t like anything he had seen from her before. She sounded so…small. 

“O-of course,” he stuttered, ushering her inside.

She walked in, quickly but somehow still dragging her feet. Once inside, she stood on the opposite side of the tent, quickly pacing back and forth. “Astarion,” her voice was calmer than her actions, “I’ve never-we haven’t…” She sighed before standing still to face him.

“Darling? You’re acting rather odd at the moment. Is everything all right?”

“No!” She gasped out, “I mean, everything is never fine what with everything else going on. But it is fine at the current moment.”

“Then why are you running about like a lunatic?” The vampire spawn was more concerned now, The tension in his back had returned. Had someone hurt her?

She sighed, “Let me start over.”

“By all means,” he gestured towards her.

“You’ve told me quite a bit about your history. Because of that, you thought it best to take things easy. Courting essentially.” A pit of dread filled his stomach. This is where she tells him it’s over. This is where she tells him she wants nothing to do with him because of it. “And I am enjoying it! Do not, for a moment, think that I am not loving every second of it. But when we started, it was just us rolling around in the grass, right?” He nodded, praying to whomever was listening that this wasn’t going where he thought it was. “Right, well, you’re amazing at it.”

“Did you come here in the middle of the night simply to tell me how good I am in bed?”

“No! Not quite,” She ran her hands through her hair. “Before you, I had never done anything like that before. I had never even thought of doing anything like that before.” 

“Alright,” he stood with his arms crossed. He wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with all of this but the feeling of dread was spreading through the rest of his body.

“And that means that I had also never done anything like that to myself, either.” She swallowed, looking at the ground. “And I’ve tried so hard recently. I didn’t want to say anything, truly. Because I don’t want you to think that I only think of you in that way because I do love you.”

His world stopped for a moment. She loved him? The vampire spawn with a master in Baldur’s Gate? The feeling of dread didn’t necessarily go away. A part of him tried to deny what she had just said as incessant rambling. But, a part of him hoped and prayed that it was true. 

That someone as incredible as Tav could love him.

“And I would never want to push you into something you would be less than comfortable with. But I need help. I don’t know how to do that on my own. Astarion, I need your help. I don’t know who else I could ask or even trust with this.”

Astarion shook his thoughts from his head. The fact that she did say she loves him was not something she realized she said. He cleared his throat, “Are you asking me how to play with yourself?”

Tav looked up at him with those glossy eyes and nodded. Sheepish was not a word anyone would use to describe her. But it did warm his cold heart just a little that she was trusting him to see this side of her. He took a moment to just look at her. She had taken her hair down. Those blonde waves only came to her shoulders. The scar on her lip that she wouldn’t speak about was trembling ever so slightly. Her arms were crossed under her chest, unknowingly pushing her breasts up. The freckles on her face were almost hidden by the blush in her cheeks. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She looked beautiful. 

Astarion didn’t say anything. He simply walked over to his bedroll and sat. He grabbed her hand, enjoying the new calluses on them. They weren’t like this when they met. They were soft and oh so delicate. He pulled her onto his lap and settled her between his legs. Pulling her back to him, he gently untied the knots in her trousers. 

“You really don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Of course I don’t have to, my dear. But how can I stand idly by while you’re struggling so much? Take them off.” He truly didn’t mind. He does sometimes forget that she is more inexperienced than most virgins. He’s surprised she lasted this long before cracking just a little. 

She managed to shimmy off her trousers and her underclothes before settling back against him. He spread her legs over his, keeping his touches gentle this time. 

“Give me your hands,” he reached for hers. He put his hands over hers, laying his chin on her shoulder. “You have to be patient.” He used her own hands to massage her breasts underneath her tunic. Her little gasps made him smirk. “When you’re by yourself, you’ll have to be quiet. You wouldn’t want Wyll or Halsin to hear you, would you?” He slowly dragged her hands down her navel towards that sweet spot between her legs. 

She shakes her head, “No, I-I don’t think I would.” Her breathing was already getting heavy.

“Wouldn’t want to make them jealous, would you?” He used her fingers to gather some of the wetness of her cunt. “I imagine Gale would be rather upset if he knew how much you enjoyed this.”

“W-what do you mean?” He was tracing patterns now. Lazily enjoying how easy it was to feel her tremble in his arms. 

“Oh, my love, it’s hard not to notice how they look at you. How everyone looks at you. They already want you. Dear, sweet Tav. If only they knew.” He practically purred, sending chills down her spine. 

“Astarion-”

“If only they knew how desperate for release you are. So needy and willing. I wonder what depravity goes on in your head all day to get you this wet before anyone’s touched you.”

She came so easily for him. Head thrown back on his shoulder, body shaking against his. He then did something he had never done before. He just held her. Wrapping his arms around her, he let her ride out the aftershocks of her release. 

Her words played on repeat in his head. “I do love you.” Something so small, so inconsequential. At least, it used to be. Love had always been a trick. A death trap. Fake. 

“Astarion?” She whispered, barely loud enough to hear. 

“Yes, my dear?” 

“Can I help-” she swallowed, “can I take care of you?” He let her wiggle out of his grip. She turned to face him. “I want to take care of you.”

“How do you intend to do so?” Tav loved how his voice dropped when they were like this. It made her feel like she had the same effect on him that he had on her. With shaky hands, she put them on his chest and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, one that held far more than just passion. With her hands still shaking, she undid the ties on his blouse. Opening it just a bit more. She wanted to see him. To see all of him. 

She looked at him with those big blue eyes, unsure of herself. With a deep breath, she went to the ties on his trousers. “I think-” another swallow, “With my mouth?”

If he wasn’t so hard, he might have laughed at her uncertainty. He might have teased her for her innocence. But once she took his cock into her hand, all those thoughts went out the window. She was on her knees before him, gently starting to stroke him. WIthout any instruction, she started licking the tip. He groaned, “You found one of Shadowheart’s books, I take it?”

Her movements stalled, her ears going red. “Possibly.” Before he could think of a response, she took the head into her mouth. She tried sucking gently before he laced his hands in her hair. He wasn’t pushing, just simply holding. 

“Relax, my love. I know you can take me deeper.” His voice was deeper. Turning her eyes towards his face, she saw how enraptured he was. She tried relaxing her throat. She wanted to take him deeper. Wanted him to feel good. She managed about halfway before gagging. “Slowly, don’t try to take more than you can.” 

She was drooling. The book she read didn’t mention drooling. She was worried it might be gross but he didn’t seem to mind. “That’s it, darling, make a mess for me.” She moaned and took him out of her mouth for a moment to look up at him and breathe. He smiled at her. “You look so sweet like this.” He was out of breath. It’s never felt like this before. He’s never enjoyed it this much before. 

She went right back to it. Trying to take whatever she could in her mouth and getting the rest with her hands. Her jaw was starting to ache but his moans were music to her ears. “If you keep going like this, I won’t last much longer.” 

She went just a little faster. “Darling-” the grip on her hair tightened. She could feel him pulse on her tongue. With a gasp, he finished. She swallowed him down to his base, just letting him use her mouth. She stayed there for a moment before Astarion gave a gentle tug of her hair. His cum tasted strange. The book described it as salty and heady. But his had an almost metallic tang to it. She swallowed as much as she could. She raised her head to meet his.

Gods above, she was beautiful. Astarion saw the tear tracks on her face, the cum sitting on the corner of her mouth. It took his breath away. She was truly something else.

“Was that okay?” She practically whispered to him.

He let out a breathy laugh, “You did wonderfully, my love.” He pulled her up, tucking himself back in his trousers. He reached and handed her hers. 

She grabbed them and stood. Slipping them back on, she turned to face him, “Can I-”

“Of course,” he reached for her. Pulling her back down next to him. He started to adjust so she was next to him but she shook her head. “What is it?”

“I want to hold you, if that’s alright.” He was taken aback by this. He was still barely used to holding her hand by the fire. He didn’t say anything but rolled to his side. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. “Goodnight, Astarion.” She placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

“Goodnight, darling.” 

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I really do think loving Eivor is kisses in the midst of battle, blood mixing with the taste of her lips before she pulls away. It's waking up to her buried in your chest and hidden under blankets of furs after not seeing her for an entire month or two. Its her pressing her forehead to yours every time she leaves, vowing to come back to you. It's the roughness of her hands, always tracing over you and branding the ghost of her touch onto your skin when she's gone. It's poetry muttered in a daze as she stares into your eyes, because in them she sees the world. It's worship, kisses full of devotion all down your neck and back, until you wonder who exactly is offering themselves to the other. I just think, loving Eivor is sweet and heavy, a trial that always rewards you in the end.

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𓆩 summary ° ｡ eivor assists in securing your throne and your gratitude lies deeper than a mere alliance

𓆩 warnings ° ｡ throne sex, cunnilingus, eivor having a big fat crush…..(more will be added, suggestions are welcomed)

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“Are you not joining in on the merriment, my lady?”

Eivor had appeared in the throne room silently, her features illuminated by the flames of the many braziers in the room. She wore a proud smirk, the victory from earlier in the day obviously still sung through her veins. Rowdy shouts and songs of battle faintly filled the room from the longhouse. It sounded like the whole town was in there. You were sat comfortably in your new position, on your throne. Reading through various letters from the townsfolk, in which most welcomed their new Queen. That was until Eivor’s gentle voice joined the crackling of the fires. She strolled towards you as her eyes took in your domestic form, pleasantly surprised. She was used to seeing you in noble wear. Thick cloaks sewn with delicate designs and with the softest furs, tunics bearing rich colours, thick pants made to withstand the seasons and jewellery that vociferated of your status. Now, you donned a plain tunic and pants. You looked soft, she thought, as warmth filled her chest.

“No”, you smiled at her softly. “I would much rather be in my bed”

It had been a long month and a half of strategising, travelling, battles, meetings, dealing with Ivarr’s bullshit, more battles because of said bullshit….you were ready to sleep for a month. To put it lightly. But having Eivor by your side made it all bearable. You were taken aback by her confident demeanour at first, but that same confidence soon became a comfort that quelled your anxieties. Without her, victory would not have been possible. She stopped at the bottom of the dais and her smirk grew into a smile. Mischief swirling in her eyes.

“Perhaps I could keep you company then?”

Brazen, she was. Your cheeks warmed. Damned woman. You wished you had grown used to her teasing, but how could you when everything about her made you want her to plow you until you couldn’t walk?

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Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! I’m beginning this new little fic, it’s based off a post I did a while ago! The chapters are shorter than what I usually write because I wanted to try out like drabbles I guess is what they’re called? Mostly because school is whooping me and I desire escapism, and also a little fun side project from FILTM epilogue, The Maw Of The Wolf, and Protector of Sheep. But I hope you enjoy, I know some of you said you wanted to see this fic so here you go!

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There was a raven in your windowsill

With a letter clutched in its talons, rolled up tightly and with a wax seal to keep it from unraveling. How strange, you’d only moved to Grantebridge one full moon ago, you hardly had any friends. And certainly none with a raven capable of delivering messages! Still, it was quite the beautiful bird you would say, even if it was an omen of death. Large with shiny obsidian feathers and glittering pitch-black eyes. Cawing once at you and shifting forward to extend the letter to you with one of its taloned feet. Oh! So it was a rather smart bird too?

When you remained hesitant to take its presented gift, the pretty bird hopped from your window onto your dining table. Placing the message on the wood before pecking at the lunch you'd made for yourself. You supposed you would simply have to share, after all the poor thing must’ve flown far and wide to deliver this message. To the wrong address as well clearly! You would just allow it to have a snack, just the one.

The wax seal was broken, courtesy of the blade you kept hidden away for emergencies. Upon unraveling this mystery message and reading the contents scrawled across the page, you came upon the realization that it was meant for the person who previously lived in your new home. So the lovely bird wasn’t at the wrong address per se, simply a tad late. Or at least whoever sent the message was not versed in the news that the previous tenant had moved away. At the very bottom of the letter was a name, unfamiliar to you yet quite clearly Norse or Dane in origin.

— Eivor Wolfsmal

Whoever it was must’ve been the keeper of such a majestic bird, of whom was nearly finished devouring your entire lunch. So much for just a small snack hm? From the wording in the letter, it was quite obvious that whoever sent it was trying to urgently contact someone. You should probably write back, to let whoever sent it know that the person they were attempting to communicate with no longer resided in Grantebridge. Hm.. yet they were Dane, or Norse, something that gave you pause for but the briefest of moments.

Yes, you lived in a village filled with Dane, Norse and Saxon alike, and it was helping with breaking down your biases against them.. but still..

Oh fuck it, it is the right thing to do! It’s not like they’ll come and kick in your door! Besides, each and every interaction you’d had so far with the Danes and Norse had been more than pleasant.

It would be the nice, and right, thing to do, even if they were Dane, you couldn't just ignore it. So you set to work, ink and quill at the ready and the beautiful raven perched on the window sill once more. Watching you scribble on a new and blank piece of parchment.

My apologies lady Eivor-

You paused, looking at the word for a moment and wondering if the person you were addressing was in fact a woman. You had no idea! Still, you’d already written it on the page, and you weren’t one for wasting parchment. You continued, hoping whoever it was is indeed a woman after all.

But the person you are writing to no longer resides in this village. I would be happy to look into where they currently live for you, you need only write to me once more.

Additionally, I fed your lovely raven a few fish for the journey back home to you, as I’m uncertain of how far it must fly.

P.S. Is this magical creature a male or female?

At the very end you signed your name, sealing it closed, and sliding it into the raven’s talons.

That was to be the first of many letters you would receive from this mystery woman, though you did not know that yet. She did indeed write you back, within a day actually! Quite fast, that pretty bird swooping down from above to land on your shoulder in the marketplace. The various goodies in your basket nearly tumbled out from how much it startled you, the raven peering at you from its perch. Begging for more food, which was probably not needed by just how weighty the damned thing was.

Of course you finished your shopping before you returned home to read the letter, many of the village's residents remarking on the raven sitting quietly on your shoulder. When you finally got home, you placed the basket on the table and took the letter from the raven once more. As compensation for its journey, the lovely raven helped itself to a loaf of bread you’d baked a few days prior. Greedy little thing wasn’t it?

The parchment was unraveled and brought into the beam of sunlight filtering in from the window. Rays of the sun warmed your hands as you read the words on the page, it began by addressing you by name.

There is no need, though I thank you for the kind hearted gesture.

My raven’s name is Sýnin and she is female. She came home smelling of rosemary and lavender, I was merely wondering as to where she had been. Do you keep these herbs in your home by chance?

— Eivor Varinsdottir

She wished to know more about you? Or rather your home. You should’ve been alarmed by that, but instead you found that your body warmed and your heart fluttered in the strangest way. It… it would be rude not to write her back.. wouldn't it? Also it seemed as though her raven wouldn't leave without a letter in its talons, so you found yourself picking up the quill and ink once again.

Eivor,

What a beautiful name for an equally beautiful bird! Your name is rather beautiful as well, I must say. Are you Norse? Please tell me if I am overstepping.

I do keep an ample stash of the herbs around my home for their lovely smell. If you’d like, I can enclose a sprig or two for you in my next letter.

P.S. Sýnin is attempting to devour my entire loaf of bread as I write to you. I would not be surprised if she returned home to you with it in her beak.

You signed it with your name again, rolled it up tight and sealed it with a bit of wax before setting it onto the wooden table for Sýnin to take when she felt like it.

For some reason, your heart was full of an emotion you could not describe. Your body felt like it was full of lightning, like you could run a mile without even stopping for a breath. Who was this mystery woman? And why did she make your heart soar above the trees and clouds?

Sýnin cawed once, snatching the remaining bread up in her beak like you predicted, and then the letter in her talons. Her wings lifting her and letting her take flight, flying out your window and up into the air to disappear into the horizon. Where would she go to? How far away did this woman live, and if it wasn't very far, perhaps one day, if things between you continued, you could visit her?

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Eivor x Fem!Reader - Merciful

A/N: So…first fic ever doing x reader, bear with me as I get the hang of this. In this, Eivor is injured and comes across a nun who helps her out. Minors DNI. 

Word count: 4k.  AO3 link

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Mercy. It was a virtue that was usually praised. However, when it came to you many said it would be your downfall.

“You’re too nice, too caring, too understanding. That’s why everyone always uses you.” You knew that. It was easy to tell when a kind smile masked ill intentions, and yet you could never bring yourself not to lend a helping hand. For that was the duty of a nun, wasn’t it?

“Ugh…lady…” As you dropped the bucket of water you’d fetched from the river, you soon realized there were some good deeds even you found difficult to do.

It was a dane, one bloody and bruised, dragging himself…herself, up out of the river. It was a struggle not to scream, she looked like the devil himself with her war paint running down her face and blue eyes focused on your startled form. Even in her plight, she still managed to notice your instinctive step back, and her glare in response–as if daring you to call the guards–making it feel like it would be pointless to try. 

“Please…” Only the second time she spoke did you fully register her voice–both its peculiar ruggedness and the fact that she spoke English–sending a shiver down your spine. Clearly, she was asking for help. But to help a dane? 

You weren’t a fool. You lived in an abbey, and heathens loved to attack them. It was a risk you gladly took to serve the Lord, and you had been prepared to face death by the hands of a dane since the moment you became a nun. Now you were facing a dane alright, yet somehow the Lord was testing you with her imminent death rather than your own. 

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Kissed by a Wolf - Chapter 10

Masterlist

The Yuletide begins and the reader is in awe at the traditions and celebrations. They finally speak to Eda again. A terrible incident occurs.

Thank you all for your support, I wish you all the best for 2021!

CW for alcohol and food consumption, blood, death/loss, open wounds, animal sacrifice.

Inspo pic by @classicnovaproductions​

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Eivor x Fem!Reader - Ink Me Up

Oh, what to do when the Norwegian woman tattooing your thigh is insanely attractive, clearly gay, with a criminally good bedside manner?

Warning: about tattooing and obviously needles.

Word count: 4363

Can be found on AO3 here.

Heavily inspired by this post here. The tattoo itself is purely self-indulgent. Eivor is stupidly attractive and it’s not fair. (Y/N) replacer safe.

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Eivor x Fem!Reader - Destined

A/N: So, you're a seer that has a vision of Eivor freeing you from your terrible circumstances, however, you quickly find out she'd not just your savior.

Word Count: 5k. AO3 link

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You saw her as death amongst the flames, eyes a piercing blue with axes soaked in crimson. She raised one to you, droplets falling over the mangled body of your king. A violent smile made your body shiver. She mouthed the words your king always spoke over and over to you, but from her lips, you finally felt it was true.

“From this moment forward…you shall be mine.” 

You abruptly woke with a sharp gasp, soaked in sweat. You lay there, heaving greatly for a time before you eventually smiled, cheeks flush with fervent joy. Finally, long had you waited to end this torment, and now the future was clear to you. All you had to do now was wait…and soon, your savior would come.

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When she appeared it was a week later, and she came seeking something you didn’t want her to have.

“Y/N!” You had been sitting in your room when your king called for you. You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to come out and meet whoever it was. Sometimes, the burden to see was too much, and you wished it all to be gone. However, at the second cry of your name you rose, quickly moving before his voice grew angry.

Her icy gaze fell onto your face, and despite not looking back at her, you could hardly breathe. 

In your vision, her stature was that of power. Now, while you didn't look near her face, you saw it was true. You could tell that beneath her thick clothes, her body was war-torn and trained for battle. You sensed she was the kind of person whose only concern was to best herself, though you wished to see her face in real life and confirm it. However, you restrained yourself. That would come in time. For now, you simply drank in her mesmerizing aura, detecting a kind of contained curiosity laced in it. The kind of self control your king did not possess.

“She is a thing of beauty isn’t she?” You held your tongue, merely coming to stand at his side behind his throne. You held in the urge to vomit as you delicately placed your hand over his shoulder, eyes downcast.

“I am blessed with two queens,” the smugness in his voice was so thick it practically dripped off every syllable, "and she is my shadow. She sees all, and if you wish to prove your worth to me, Dane, she must first see you." He tilted his head to look at you, but you did not look at him. You didn't wish to see him anymore than you currently did.

"You know what I require of you, don't you?" You did, and for once you were happy to oblige.

The steps you took towards the Dane were heavy. You did not know what more you would see that hadn't already been revealed to you. She herself stood stiff, cautious as you approached her. You saw her hands flex by her sides, no doubt twitching for her ax. A reflex. Her weapons give her comfort. Certainly, she was a warrior.

Eyes still downcast, you paused just a foot before her. She was taller than you, smelling of the forest and a kindling fire. You breathed the scent in. You slowly exhaled out. No matter how many times you did it, your own powers were too much for you to bear at times. 

Finally, you were ready.

You looked up into the sapphire pools of her eyes. There was a jolt of electricity between you two, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her nicked skin and hardened gaze only made her beauty sharp. The scarred flesh at her neck was intriguing. Her eyebrows furrowed, face blatant with her emotions. The air was thick with tension, but it was sweet, and your eyes fluttered as you softly spoke.

"Who are you…" you asked not to her but to her soul, studying her gaze, "and what will you do for the king?" 

There is a war in her. How odd. You sensed her soul was hers, yet also not her own. The Dane softly scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"I am Eivor the wolf-kissed, and I am here to fight for your king…" Her confident drawl did not go unnoticed by you. It complemented the gravelly depth of her voice, "if he honors his word." 

That is true, but it is not. She is also a king, but she is not. There were two truths to this Eivor and no lies. The impossibility of her puzzled you greatly. You stepped closer and really looked, attempting to shed her physical guise and sink your hands into the future of her soul. 

This close, you both shared the same breath, and the heat of her body was addicting. Her eyes searched over your own in intoxicated confusion. There was burning in her eyes you knew all too well, though never on another woman before. Eivor found your mystery alluring, but you did not know why. Nor did it really matter. With little more thought on the matter, you ignored the hunger in her stare. 

Focused, you reached up, fingers hovering just above her temple. There is another. A soul much older. Much more powerful…is she aware–

The tip of your fingers grazed her skin, and suddenly she was pulling you into a hot, branding kiss.

Her hands were greedy, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you still as her lips captured yours. She wanted you, and that desire was ravenous–making her grasp at your hips and thighs, kneading your breasts under her rough palms. She chuckled at your weak, needy sounds, breath hot against your ear as she teased you.

"What do you want? Use your words, love," she playfully mocked as she kissed your bare shoulder, hands cruelly dancing around the wetness between your thighs. 

"How do you want me to take you?"

You pulled away so sharply, she could have been made of fire. What was that? Eivor had closed her eyes, keeling into your touch. Now her eyes snapped open as if coming out of a trace, her fiery gaze more alive than ever. This time, it made your own skin tingle and heart stutter, and hastily you stepped back.

"She…” you paused to hold in a stutter, feeling incredibly small under the weight of her stare, “she is the one." 

With that you swallowed, setting your eyes down once again. You turned away to walk back up to your king, finding him looking gleeful that Eivor could be used. He nodded to dismiss you, and you offered the Dane one last glance, breath hitching in your throat when you realized she hadn't stopped looking at you in the first place. Your king noticed as well.

"Perhaps I will offer you my queen as a reward along with this alliance, should you succeed." Eivor visibly perked up at that. Your king dramatically paused before he sneered, "my actual queen of course." As usual, he is cruel to her. 

You knew the real queen was a beauty simply aged, and a kind soul. She didn't deserve to be the butt of his joke. Now the queen offered a strained smile as the entire hall erupted into goading laughter at her expense. Eivor locked her jaw, clearly frustrated with your king's behavior. You wished you could stay longer, but to stay would cause suspicion, and besides…

You needed darkness.

You saw that she would succeed, and the lies your king spewed to her would fuel her with rage. Rather than fight the Danes he lied had done him wrong, she would join them. The massacre of the soldiers felt so real that you could smell the blood of them in the darkness of your room. You could feel the heat of the fires scorching your skin, the screams of the village filling your ears. Even if you tried to escape, destiny dictated that she’d catch you on her horse as you fled, or pull you out of this burning hall should you refuse to leave. If you hid, she would find you any place you chose, and if you tried to fight her, she would simply laugh and hold you close–

No matter how you saw it, she was the one. She alone would bring you out of this imprisonment, and through this experience, you would be bonded to her…but what had that other vision been?

In the pitch darkness of your room, you shivered. She had held you in both a commanding, yet gentle way. Greed in the form of devotion. Your skin warmed, and you softly sighed, replaying the vision back in your head. The tempting pull of her voice and her coarse hands, the way her lips felt pressed over yours–you felt your core tingle with need, and you blushed, shaking your head. There wasn’t much time left, and you needed to prepare. Quickly you gathered your things before slipping out of your room and over to the queen’s. She was waiting for you, as she always did.

“Y/N! You said she was the one, did you mean–” You nodded, eyes on your feet as you heard her let out a sigh of relief. Her voice bubbled with excitement, “Then we’ll be free? What must we do? Do we simply wait?” You shook your head, stepping towards her. By your demeanor, she immediately knew what you intended to do, body stilling with anticipation.

“My queen, may I…?” You still asked despite doing this several times already. She nodded, and with a deep breath you looked up into the queen’s eyes. Her brown eyes widened, even now she did not know where to look when you did this. You saw the paths she should take, and the ones that would cost her to lose her life, eventually speaking.

“...You mustn't try to save Erin. Her fate is already sealed, and you will die if you try.” You muttered softly as you eyed her. “The Dane Eivor brings back with her is cruel, and if he does not kill you then, it will be later…when you are broken, and no longer of use to him.” At your words the queen sucked in a terrified breath, holding back tears.

“There’s nothing we can do to save her?” You shook your head, and a few tears slipped down her face. “A-alright. Then what of you? When should we leave together–” Again, you shook her head, and her eyes instantly filled with more tears. Before she ended up bawling her eyes out, you quickly carried on.

“I will not die, promise. I have simply begun a new path, one bound to the one they call wolf-kissed.” At the queen’s horror, you smiled softly. 

“Do not despair. She will not harm me. Now come–we must be ready when it begins.”

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You could hardly see through the smoke and soot, avoiding the villagers running by. You walked a path opposite theirs, with the edge of your dress and boots soaking in a mixture of mud and blood. The fire raged on like in your dreams, bright and radiant against the night sky. You did not fear the Danes you passed by–none of them even seemed to notice your purposeful steps, and the ones that did simply watched you in confusion.

When you finally saw her, she had already brought your king to his knees.

“You lied to me.” Eivor’s jagged voice made your spine quiver. Blood was splattered across her cheeks and clothes. She grabbed hold of your king’s hair, jerking his neck back to expose it to her bloody ax.

“You gave me your word.”  Clearly, liars were a pet peeve to her. You watched your king as he babbled, finally reminded of what he was without his precious crown and silver.

Nothing but a measly, creepy old man.

“I–I am sorry! Take everything. The silver, the land–” He glanced around, spotting you. Hope lit into his eyes, though as you looked into his, you knew his fate was sealed. “T-take her! Take the queen, you want her too, don’t you? Have her however you please!” 

Eivor looked up at you. Her gaze stripped you bare. For a moment you wondered if she had the same power as you. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips twisted into an amused smile. Her next words were like snakes coiling in the pit of your stomach, sickly alluring. At a time like this, with death and destruction surrounding you, she should not have looked as beautiful as she was to you. 

“How can you offer me what I already have?” Your heart pounded against your ribcage from the arrogance of her words. Your eyes widened as she gripped your king tighter, raising her ax. He let out one more yell before she brought it down, and you couldn’t help but flinch as his voice abruptly cut off. His body dropped at her feet, but she already shifted her attention back to you.

Finally, the time has come. She lifted her ax, bloody as it was, pointing it towards you. Her scratchy voice, though exhausted from battle, still commanded you as a king would. A king like none you had ever served before.

"You heard your dead king. You're a part of the Raven Clan now–and I am the jarlskona you now serve."

The hour of my freedom.

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“I have a question.” Her chest rumbled against your back as you rode, breath ticklish by your ear. After you’d obeyed her words, she’d pulled you close, whistling for her horse before lifting you up onto it. She’d swung herself up behind you, thick arms trapping you between them as she held the reins. “Why did you not flee as the other queen did? Or were you waiting for us?”

Your eyes trained on your hands in your lap. Now that you were free, you didn’t have a clue of what to do next. Frankly, you hadn’t thought this far ahead, nor had you seen what your future entailed. Who was this Eivor exactly, and what would she do with you? She is a Dane…so she is from far away? Will we travel across the sea? You had lived in the halls of your Briton king for so long, you didn’t know much else about the kingdoms around you, let alone about Danes.

“I was.” You paused before mustering up the courage to continue, “...I waited for you.” It didn’t help calm your nerves that this was the first time your new ruler had spoken since you had begun riding either. Though, her eyes had ravaged you many times over. However, the rest of her men didn’t bat an eye at your presence. Eivor hummed, thinking before she spoke again.

“You saw this would happen,” at your nod she questioned you, “yet you did not stop it?” She gathered the reins into her right hand in order to use her left, rough fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. You let them guide you while you kept your gaze down, focused on her lips as they curled.

“Why allow this to happen?” You knew what would come from a lie, and you had no desire to hide from her. Not when you could easily see all of her secrets as well.

“I was married to a man I did not choose. So was the queen, and he was not kind to either of us. I foresaw a different path for us through you and decided to take it…must there be a reason more?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“No, but you could have ran. My men say you helped the queen get on a horse and flee…and then you walked through the remnants of your burning village, as though a spirit possessed, until you found me.” Her curiosity is so child-like. Demanding answers for things she will never understand. You let out a soft exhale, and she hung onto it. You were uncertain, with her hand gingerly holding your chin, what you would see if you met her gaze. However, you knew she would not rest until you gave her an answer.

When you cast your eyes up into her own, you experienced a sweetness you never had before.

“Eivor Varinsdottir of the Raven Clan, your destiny and mine are intertwined...” She tangled her fingers between your own, pushing you gently down onto the soft furs of her bed. Her laughter was like nectar to your ears, her smile the radiant sun. Eivor called you hers as her lips trailed down the middle of your chest, the Dane’s hair unwoven and tickling your skin. 

Eivor stared down at you with a confused, grim expression. You couldn’t bear to see any longer, looking away with a weak voice as you tried to keep heat from coloring your cheeks

“There was no escaping you. Even if I tried, our paths are connected. You would have found me.” Her silence brought you neither comfort nor discomfort. When she spoke one final time, you couldn't tell what was on her mind, powers or not.

“What do you see when you look at me?” Ah. How were you to speak of it, when the mere memory scorched you alone? You inhaled, fingers curling to grip a handful of your dress.

“A life I do not understand, but it is…lovely, and fulfilling. So I will try to. Until the day I do.”

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That day did not take long to come.

“I have seen too much,” you whispered. You lay beside Eivor in her bed of furs, staying with her while they built you a home in Ravensthorpe. It had been a little less than a month since you’d come to stay, and you loved every second of it.

The people were kind, and they respected your gift. They did not demand you see into their future, but rather politely asked with hefty  payments, treating your power as though it was…valuable, and not something they were entitled to have. You had never felt so respected, shocked the first time someone asked you to the point of tears. Back then you’d in turn surprised everyone around you, especially Eivor, as you usually had a very stoic demeanor.

When Eivor first introduced you to her room, you tried to act as if it was completely new to you. However, by then you had experienced enough visions to know her room like the back of your hand. Eventually, she noticed that you already knew where everything was, and at her question you simply responded that you had already seen it, leading to this conversation.

“Yet I feel as if I know nothing at all.” Eivor turned her head to look at you. You both lay facing the ceiling, nothing but the soft wind and buzzing insects filling the settlement’s night air.

“What do you mean?” Softly, you sighed.

“I have served many rulers since I was a child. Each wanted to hide me away and keep my ability for themselves. Then we would be conquered, or I would be bartered away, and the next ruler would do the same.” You bit your bottom lip when you realized you might have been saying too much. However, Eivor reached out, thumb brushing over your cheek. It took everything in you not to look at her, instead sucking in a breath as she spoke.

“It’s okay to go on. I’m listening.” Such simple words. However, they were enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut as if they’d pained you. You nodded, continuing on.

“It’s mine, and yet…I have never used this power because I wanted to. I have never been allowed to see just for me.” Eivor was quiet, thumb rubbing the same spot on your cheek over and over. Finally, she murmured.

“What would you want to see?” What indeed? What would you want to know better than yourself? You thought for a moment, and then with a shaky inhale, you became acutely aware of how Eivor was looking at you.

As though if she had your sight, she’d use every ounce of her power just to understand you.

“I would want to see,” you whispered just loud enough for her to hear. She was touching you, and yet you looked up into her eyes regardless. Her eyes flashed in alarm, knowing what it meant to look you in the eyes now. However, you saw no vision this time, only faced with the endless storm of her eyes.

“The depth of this desire you have for me. Show me, Eivor…” You reached out to trace her temple just as you did that day, now focused on watching her gaze darken and cheeks tint a tasteful red. The effect you had on her was intoxicating, spurring you on to the point of no return.

“Just how much you’ve wanted me.”

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It was all too familiar, yet enticingly foreign to you.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Eivor murmured, voice gruff as she guided you to the bed. Changed, she already was handling you as if you were a delicacy, lips caressing the back of your hand. “For I have only desired to see your eyes fill with pleasure while focused on me.” 

Her bluntness made your cheeks burn. She wanted you to have the reins of a situation where she would become so vulnerable? You didn’t think you were qualified, yet you tentatively nodded, sitting down on the bed with her. 

Eivor knew she could easily push you down and bring pleasure to you regardless. From the sounds of it, even now she figured she would have to guide you to some extent, unsure if you knew what you wanted at all. However, after hearing about your past, and thinking about how she acquired you…

As you both sat on the bed and you frantically raked your brain over what to do, Eivor was mentally beating herself up. So far, she had acted no better than the rulers before her. She had killed your king, claimed you were hers, and then whisked you away after burning down your entire village. Sure–you had foreseen it all, and gladly let it happen–but regardless, your morally guided jarlskona felt horrible. Now, she was determined to make sure you felt as in control and safe as possible.

Glass, like glass. I will treat her as delicately as–Eivor snapped out of her thoughts as your eyes fixed onto her own. She was always keen on noticing when they did. Now they fluttered nervously up at her, and it was adorable. Rarely you expressed your emotions clearly like this, and Eivor savored it. Your trembling lips and flushed cheeks made her struggle just to stay still, letting you hesitantly lean in to whisper. 

“Then um, could you…kiss me, Eivor? Please?” Certainly, she could. 

You felt ridiculous to ask, but when you finally did you were met with a near immediate response. Her eyes twinkled, and she softly smiled, reaching out to cup your cheek within the palm of her hand.

"I can. Shut your eyes for me, love…" Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you complied. Eivor took her time to taste you, first gingerly pressing her lips against yours before parting them. She relished in every tiny noise you emitted, loving how you melted under her will. Her tranquil movements soothed you, letting you fall into her rhythm and she slowly fueled your arousal. She hummed against your lips as you grew confident enough to match her increasing passion, hands moving to gently hold fistfuls of your hair.

"Breathe through your nose," was her brief advice as she drew back, watching you gasp for air and heave with satisfaction. More forcefully than before, her lips captured yours once again. Steadily, she unraveled your nerves until you were filled with an urgent need. Her calm movements that had been perfect before suddenly weren't enough, and you were rendered desperate for more.

“Kiss me again Eivor, please...” Your pleading whisper was met with a soft chuckle before you drank from the sweetness of her lips. The greed you'd experienced before was here, though you wondered which one of you was plagued with it more. You wanted her lips to mark every bit of your skin, moaning as she moved to plant them down your neck and over your chest. Her hands intertwined with your own, pushing you back gently against the bed. She hovered over you as if to shield you from the rest of the world, blonde locks falling free from her braids like a curtain of sunlight above you. 

“What else?” The teasing voice was the same, but it set a fire in the pit of your stomach more than any vision could. Eivor riddled your body with kisses as she waited for you to speak, sucking on your breasts to coax out a pretty moan.

“T-there. I need–Eivor–” You spoke the words once she got near your aching core. However, the vagueness of your demand wasn't missed, and Eivor thought she would give you a bit of trouble for your shyness.  Just as in your vision, she danced around your wet folds, hot lips kissing the inside of your thighs. She teasingly grazed her teeth over your skin, softly biting and suckling the sensitive skin until you couldn't take it any longer. Loudly, you whined in frustration, and she laughed at your needy sounds, breath hot against your slick heat.

"What do you want? Use your words, love," Eivor playfully mocked, close enough that just the vibration of her voice left you in need, “how do you want me to take you?" 

You bit your bottom lip, peering down at her between your legs. To say something so embarrassing… Her raised eyebrow told you she really wouldn’t make a move unless you complied, so with a heavy gulp you mustered up a timid response.

“With your mouth…please…" Your obedience was greatly rewarded, and you let out a silent gasp as her hot tongue flattened against your folds, dragging upward as she slowly took her first taste of you. You trembled, overcome with pleasure as she quickly fell into a rhythm of this repetitive motion, pushing deeper every time she stroked her tongue over your sodden heat. You squirmed, muffling mewls of pleasure. Eivor noticed your attempts to quiet your voice, frowning as she abruptly pulled away.

"I need you to be louder." She said matter-of-factly, gripping your waist and flipping you over. You squeaked as you were suddenly on your knees, face buried into the plush furs around you. Scarlet crept over your cheeks, neck, and even your shoulders as Eivor spread your legs apart. She exposed your glistening wetness to her without any room for imagination, hands firmly holding your thighs to keep you where she wanted. Her own cheeks were rosy as she stared, voice raspy with lust.

"I want everyone to know…that you belong to me." The words alone made your folds dampen, and when she brought herself back down, it was to devastate you. You were reduced to nothing more than a shivering mess of pleas, crumbling under her skillful movements. Eivor relished in all the delightful little sounds you made, proud as you grew more comfortable. She praised you through an offering of dizzying pleasure, relentless in her pursuit to ruin you. 

“That’s it,” she groaned into your grinding hips, the tremors of her voice delicious against your twitching bud. Her lips wrapped around the sensitive pearl, sucking as she swirled her tongue over it. You quickly fell apart, gripping the sheets with echoing moans as your legs wobbled. Eivor held you steady, merciless as she continued to ravage you. Soon the burning of your core built up, and you cried out as you reached your peak, body overtaken with violent shudders. Eivor kept pleasuring you until you rode out your ecstasy, finally pulling away to let your legs give out.

You deflated immediately, softly trembling all over. On your side, you breathed deep, amazed with what had just occurred. Eivor hummed, loving the state you were in. At her angle, your wet, throbbing heat was still exposed to her, the shape of your ass and hips tempting. The bed dipped as your jarlskona placed her hand down before you face, leaning over you. The ends of her hair tickled your cheeks, and when you looked up, it was into eyes like the warm ocean blue.

“I will never get enough of you,” she murmured as she leaned down to kiss your temple, and it felt like blooming light over your skin. You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky exhale as her lips traced down the edge of your face, “is this also a power of yours? Your eyes alone drive me mad.” 

She kissed the tender spot just under your ear, nibbling until you giggled. You lifted up your hand to trace her sharp jawline, thumb brushing over the scar on her cheek.  She looked back at you, and in her steely gaze, you saw your fate.

Under the arch of flowers above you, Eivor held your hand. The sun was just beginning to set, orange and soft pinks making her beauty strikingly perfect. The entirety of Ravensthorpe was before you both, and the air was electric with anticipation. Dressed in all white, she held your face in the cups of her hands, the corner of her eyes crinkling and lips spreading into a wide smile. 

“Little seer, did you foresee our paths coming to this? You have become my love, the sole source of my joy, and now…”

Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes, and you smiled up at Eivor, “Then have me as much as you desire, wolf kissed,” your voice a longing whisper, speaking the truth you knew would soon come to pass. “For I…was meant to become yours.”

“My wife.”

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I saw your requests were open and I couldn't resist! I love your writing. I'd like to request female readerxfemale Eivor with the prompt " Deep breaths honey, you're okay now, you're safe." Thank you for your time!

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pairing: f! Eivor x Reader

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Deep breaths honey, you're okay now, you're safe

When you had spun around after one enemy fell to your axe, you had been expecting to block a blade, weapon out across your body in anticipation, however you had not expected to be kicked off the dock instead. The boot in your gut knocked the wind out of you and you were suddenly shocked by the freezing water that you were suddenly submerged in. Your clothes were layered and heavy, only serving to weigh you down but you didn’t dare remove them for the cold. You fought against the gravity that was sending you to the bottom of the deep dock but couldn’t seem to make your way towards the glimmering surface of the water no matter how hard you tried. 

Your lungs began to burn for air as you frantically stripped off your clothing, only finding yourself getting tangled and exhausting yourself with how heavy they felt now. You fought to not choke down any of the water but your body seemed to have other plans as the suffocation became unbearable and, instead, you began to drown as water filled your lungs. You always knew there would be a chance of you dying in one of these fights but you had expected it to be with a spear through your heart or an axe in your skull, not by drowning. You would be terrified of your death in your final moments, it would seem. 

You didn’t even realise that you had blacked out until you were gasping for air on the shore, rough pebbles beneath you as you lurched to the side to cough up the rest of the liquid in your lungs. Panic shook you as you wondered what had become of you and, greedily, you began sucking down deep breaths of air, too deeply, too quickly and you found yourself hyperventilating. You weren’t dead, were you? Had you been saved by an ally or enemy? 

Suddenly, you were being made to sit up by calloused hands and you panicked even more before you met the blue eyes of their owner and you felt much better, even if you couldn’t calm your breathing just yet. It was Eivor who had saved you. She let go of you to shrug off her fur cloak and wrap it around your shoulders as you shivered. She needed to get you indoors and by a fire quickly but couldn’t do that in the state you were in right now. 

"Deep breaths honey, you're okay now, you're safe." She said as her hands, warmer than your body temperature, cupped your face and she encouraged you to breathe slower, counting how long you should inhale, hold and exhale. She stayed with you like that until your breathing returned to normal and you threw your arms around her, murmuring a series of ‘thank you’s in her ear. She helped you to your feet and began to lead you away from the water as you trembled. 

She had been beyond frightened when she looked around after the fight to find you absent and terror had wrenched at her heart when she saw the bubbles in your water and some of your clothing floating about. If you didn’t drown, you’d freeze so she had shrugged off her outer layers of clothing before diving in after you. She had dragged you to shore and managed to get enough air into your lungs for you to wake and now she would assure that you wouldn’t die of the cold either. She hadn’t the chance yet to tell you how much you meant to her after all. 

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As You Wish

Synopsis: You’ve made a wish. Was it the right choice? 

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Cum Dumpster. 

Word Count: 2.6 K

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