Constructive Rambler Extraordinaire

I have an admittedly chaotic stream of consciousness which somehow harnesses itself into writing. I'm a break-out author with thusfar one published book, and a plethora of fanfic posted. (Note: The art on my profile cover was done by the talented Reinekefoxart for my book, Ignite).

[freyaegall]

Ignite: Book 1 of the Collide Series

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I've published my first novel! It's a very steamy office rom com and is Book 1 of a 3-part series! Come check it out! <3 Beautiful cover art by the amazing @reinekefoxart

[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~277K words) Chapter 24

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 24 summary: You're introduced to the natural magic of the grove as you and Astarion finally make your way back to the bedroom. But things don't end quite so neatly as your long-spun frustration. You receive another unexpected dreamly visit, and in the morning... an unexpected detour.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding, praise kink, fingering with leather gloves on, sex in front of a mirror, creampie, fucking at the table, hidden fucking in plain sight, anal play, blindfold, use of a paddle

Haunted - Chapter 24 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt from Chapter 24 (NSFW):

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His hands glide down your sides to grip your hips and pin you down as he buries his face into the cradle of your thighs, and deeply inhales. "Gods, pet, you're so damned intoxicating."

You tug at your bindings in your surprise, finding his declaration hard to believe. "R-Really?"

"Mmm..." His hum vibrates against your already aching flesh, adding an almost tenfold sensation when he drags his tongue across your centre and over your clit. You almost don't hear him over your harsh moan. "I could spend all night tasting you."

Whatever witty response you were going to attempt is swallowed in your sharp cry as he suddenly plunges his tongue inside you and groans against you. 

"Astarion!" 

Your body tries to buck, but he still has you pinned – his fingernails dig into you for good measure. Already, you're breathless.

He drives his tongue in and out of you several times, rough and fast, before responding. "You'll not get away from me that easily."

"But I- fuck!" He's back to working your clit, his tongue strumming across it as though playing a delicate instrument.

No, not strumming. Writing. Again.

"A-Are you...?"

You can hear him smirking. "See if you can guess what I'm writing."

His tongue dances over your sensitive little bud, as though trying to wring pleasure from every single nerve ending. It takes you a few attempts to focus, but you start to make out the repeating pattern.

"Is that y-your name... in Abyssal?"

He hums a low, "Mhmm," against you and adds, "I've been brushing up. I want to know what you've been graffiti-ing, darling."

You'd laugh, but you're too busy shaking with the attentions of his tongue on you.

"Mmmfuck..." You can't even tell if it's a whimper or moan, but it's incredibly needy all the same.

He gives no quarter then, working you hard and fast until you're rocking as best you can against his mouth. "D-Don't stop! Don't stop!" "Tsk." He pulls back and an involuntary sob hiccups out of you. "Don't forget, pet, you're not the one running this show."

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This chapter (and the post) is way late and I appreciate everyone's patience! <3 <3 IRL threw me for some big loops.

[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~262K words) Chapter 23

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 23 summary: You finally get to have a night of relaxed revelry after so many stressful trials and tribulations. Alright, maybe not THAT relaxed... But it's a kind of tension you enjoy, especially when it's scattered among instances of connecting with your companions and getting to play matchmaker.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding, praise kink, fingering with leather gloves on, sex in front of a mirror, creampie, fucking at the table, hidden fucking in plain sight, anal play

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Excerpt from Chapter 23 (NSFW):

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Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he grips your hips and shifts you forward a few inches. You're not entirely sure what you were expecting next, but it definitely wasn't for him to unfasten his trousers and free his cock. The fabric of your dress shifts as he uses it to hide what's going on from potential onlookers, and you feel the thick weight of him tapping against your backside.  Before you can move, his hands are between your legs again, gripping either side of your underwear's gusset. He's quick to tear it right down the middle, masking any ripping noises with a clearing of his throat.

"Really?!" You hiss over your shoulder at him.

But your indignance is very thin, namely because the action is precisely something you would have wanted him to do.

"There were no leggings for me to rip this time, darling," he purrs as he shifts you. "And I wasn't about to ruin this wonderfully-crafted dress."

The thrill of pride on Dorian's behalf mingles with surprise as Astarion pushes his cock to lay flat beneath you, and presses you onto it.

“So much for ‘being good’…” You scoff, quick to curl your lower body, intentionally dragging yourself along his shaft. Something you've been learning about your experiences with Astarion, is that you like doing things like this when there are others around – enticed by that risk of getting caught. Though this is definitely the farthest you've both taken it to date. And probably the riskiest setting too.

The smarm in his response only makes thinks worse. “I’m good at making you squirm, love.”

Ahhh there’s the rub.

You bite your lip, trying to spoon some mashed yams onto your plate to hide your movements. It's lucky most people are several drinks in at this point; their boisterousness just might work in your favour.

"Tav, are you really going to eat an entire plate of yams?" Wyll asks as he eyes your yam mountain.

You cough when you realize you weren't paying attention, managing to scoop an entire plateful. "I-I..." Your voice falters when Astarion rubs his cock along your folds, and you finish dryly with, "I really like yams."

He leans over you and takes the serving bowl from your fingers, setting it back on the table.

At a normal volume, he states, "Eyes bigger than your stomach again, pet?" But in your ear comes a murmured, "You're so fucking wet for me."

"Tav, give some here." Karlach holds up her plate.

"Yes, pet. Share the wealth," Astarion encourages you.

Karlach is far enough away that you have to stand up to lean over and spoon some of the yams onto her plate. Your knees shake as you do it, already eager to be back on Astarion's lap. When two-thirds of what you'd had ends up on Karlach's plate, you sit back down.

You're not sure you've ever been met with a tougher challenge than that of holding in a moan as you slide down perfectly onto Astarion's cock, every inch of him buried deep when the bottoms of your thighs connect with the tops of his. He'd wanted you to stand up, clever bastard.

"This is your own fault, pet." His fingertips dig into your thighs as he holds you in place while gently bucking up into you. "For saying such sweet things to me."

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[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~250K words) Chapter 22

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 22 summary: A new sense of purpose strikes you after tangibly helping one of your companions, and you're not alone in your happiness about it. Trying to celebrate that feeling with Astarion leads to more testing of your patience, but it's buried beneath his unexpected reaction to your trip down memory lane. You also learn his eyes might just be a little bit green when it comes to a certain Druid, and you stop beating around the bush.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding, praise kink, fingering with leather gloves on, sex in front of a mirror, creampie

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Excerpt from Chapter 22 (NSFW):

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He waves a dismissive hand. "That's neither here nor there." His voice grows quieter, his posture almost slumped, and his next words catch you completely off guard. He’s clearly read more into Halsin’s actions than you have. "Do you want to fuck him, pet? I'll not begrudge you for having needs, if so."

"'Needs'? Astarion..." Tamping down all of your previous apprehension, you figure it's time to speak plainly again. "I only want you."

His eyes are illuminated by the mixture of fire and moonlight, and he's quick to tug you behind a rock formation and press you up against it. "Are you quite certain about that?" 

"Yes."

You catch the flash of hope in his gaze, but it's still weighted with disbelief. Like he can't trust his own ears – they even twitch as though emphasizing that.

"Really..." You gasp when he's quick to reach under your dress and delve his hand into your underwear. His fingers stroke between your folds and your knees almost buckle. "Your body can't lie to me the way your words attempt to, pet. You're practically dripping."

Gripping onto his arms to steady yourself, you make your insistences. "I'm wet because your hand is in my underwear, Astarion. And because of how you pulled me back here."

He shifts closer to you, his fingers lazily stroking you. "So it's for me then, is it?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Astarion." You peer directly into his eyes. "I'm yours."

"Why?" He looks surprised by his own vehemence.

A small, hoarse moan sounds in your throat as you grind against his hand. "That first night in the woods, when I asked you to come inside me, to claim me as yours..."

He swipes across your clit, a piercing intensity in his gaze as he watches you tremble. "I'd considered it forgotten, pet. I know you didn't mean it."

"Except - mmm! - I did. Even back then I meant it. And I mean it now." An absolutely dumbfounded expression overtakes his features, and you can't help asking. "Do you believe me?"

"I... well, considering I literally have my ‘finger on the pulse’" – he proves his point against you and you twitch – "I find I can't answer that with a ‘no’."

"Good." You take advantage of his newfound confusion, grab his lapels, and kiss him soundly.

He returns it, still stroking you as he pulls you close.

"Drink from me." It's spoken against his lips, you're not even bothering to disguise your desires. "Make fresh fang marks so they all can see who I belong to."

"You know, pet." He nips your lower lip. "You don't need to pretend you enjoy my bite that much for my sake."

"I'm not pretending, Sir. Can't you f-feel it?"

"Hmm..." His swirling fingers spread your very obvious arousal. "I think I might need a closer look, actually."

Your brain doesn't catch up as quickly as he drops to his knees, flips your dress up, tugs your underwear aside, and replaces his fingers with his tongue.

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[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~238K words) Chapter 21

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 21 summary: The lines start to blur between your instinct and your powers - from both sources - and you find yourself starting to doubt your abilities as you and your companions loot what's left of the goblin camp. Luckily, Astarion refuses to let you live those doubts for long, and he has you *reflect* on some very choice lessons of his.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding, praise kink, fingering with leather gloves on, sex in front of a mirror, creampie Haunted - Chapter 21 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt from Chapter 21 (NSFW):

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The second you rematerialize in your room, you realize that the others won't know you've made it back. Dropping your bag and the lyre on the floor, you start walking toward the door, intent on letting your companions know you're safe before you get too distracted. "They're going to wonder where we-"

You come to a full stop when Astarion's dagger sinks into the doorframe beside your face with a dull thunk.

Whirling around, you see him advancing on you with a smooth, predatory grace. A small gasp escapes you when he calls his dagger back to his hand and it whips past you. "I already let them know." He taps his temple with a wicked smile. "Quite explicitly."

Nervously, you lick your lips. "What images did you show them?"

"Mostly just views of your face contorted in ecstasy, screaming my name..." He presses the flat of his blade against the centre of your chest and slowly starts dragging it in a winding path down your front. "My hand wrapped around your throat, my fingers in your mouth." The dagger reaches the bottom of your leather armour tunic, and he holds it there. "A back view of what I imagine my backside looks like when I'm burying my cock deep inside you, over and over, your legs wrapped around me..."

You glance downward at where his dagger edge is worrying the hem of the tunic's front seam. Already, you're aching for his touch. "That's not as explicit as I was expecting."

"Yes, well. I didn't want them getting to see you the way I get to see you. Shattered and completely undone." He starts slicing the dagger upward and you're quick to grasp his wrist.

Your voice is wavering. "You cut it, you sew it."

"Preposterous, darling." He laughs. "I'll just nick some better armour for you. A set that doesn't slice so much..." He drags the dagger all the way up to your throat, slicing the tunic in two. "As..." He cuts through both shoulder sleeves, and the entire thing drops to the ground. "Butter." Two swift, deft movements have your leather vambraces sliced and falling to the ground. "I believe Dammon still has some good items..."

You examine his shirt where it hangs more loosely off you without the leather bindings. He's managed to not scratch even a single millimeter of fabric. You try to buy yourself some time to recover, and say a stern, "I told you to stop stealing from Dammon."

Your warning becomes a startled yelp as he tugs your leggings and underwear down without warning. The room's cool air gusts against your heated, slick centre, and you instinctively press your legs together.

He holds a hand out to you and says only a firm, yet quiet, "Come."

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[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~221K words) Chapter 20

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 20 summary: You find out not all goblins are entirely incompetent, and you also end up accidentally getting a taste of someone's nightmares. While you become distracted yet again, your companions find what you seek, and you have to rely on yourself when things - as usual - go awry.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding

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Excerpt from Chapter 20 (NSFW):

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Thinking abruptly becomes impossible when his tongue slides against yours and he digs his fingers into the back of your thigh, roughly hooking your leg over his hip. It makes the hole in your leggings tear just a little bit more, but you find you don't even care. He presses in harder, grinding against the part of you that's always ready and aching for him.

Your body responds faster than your mind these days and you're becoming more and more inclined to let it. Dangerous thoughts, probably. But what does that matter when every stroke of his lips, every connection between his body and yours makes you feel like you're so very alive. Ironic, isn't it?

But irony has no place among the fire and need he's currently stoking within you – just as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only you and Astarion.

Each roll of his hips has his bulge dragging against your centre, making the wet fabric of your underwear create a delicious friction over your needy flesh. You could probably get off within minutes if he keeps this up; less if he keeps nipping your lip like that. He must know it, because he tightly grips your hair and tugs your head back as he moves his hips faster.

"I know that look on your face, pet..." The breath from his words plumes against your lips.

"I-I... mm!" Your voice shakes when a tremor rips through you – one signalling how close you are. "I'm gonna come!"

A strangled noise sounds in your throat as he comes to an abrupt halt, with a very scolding eyebrow angled in your direction. "Are you telling me, love?"

You bite your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood, every part of you painfully keyed up. You didn't used to get this antsy this quickly – perhaps it's a result of his lessons in patience.

"F-Fuck..." Your inhale is more ragged than fortifying. "Please can I come, Sir?"

"That's better, darling." He raises his leg until his knee is pressed against the stone just below the apex of your thighs. "Remember, your orgasms belong to me."

Another more definitive declaration. Still not a fully encompassing one, but it feels like you're just a hop, skip, and a jump away from it. Not to mention this particular one almost pushes you to climax right there. 

But he still hasn't given you explicit permission, and as he opens his mouth with the hint of a smirk, you know he's not going to make it easy.

When he grips your hip and pulls you down to straddle his thigh, you're proven quite correct. "If you want to come that badly, then you can ride my thigh. But nothing else." You whimper as you need to slide down his leg a little in order to properly brace your feet, and it provides some much-needed friction. His murmur in your ear has you rocking your hips: "Prove how much you need me."

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[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~210K words) Chapter 19

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 19 summary: Morning brings a delicious breakfast and the unravelling of your devious little invisibility plot, along with deeper realizations - and not just that you've become addicted to the taste of Astarion. You get to know several people a bit better, discover you've skipped something important *yet again*, and finally get some sweet sweet relief. But you're reminded that as always, the calm precedes the storm.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69

Haunted - Chapter 19 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt from Chapter 19 (NSFW):

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Dashing away before anyone can stop or question you, you round one of the tents ringing the breakfast area and will your heart to calm down. As you take another deep breath, you extract the invisibility potion from your bra and remove the stopper.

"I can do this..." You murmur to yourself, bolstering your courage.

There are so many things that could go wrong with this ploy. Like if Astarion calls you out as punishment – and you know he'd do it publicly – or if you accidentally brush against someone, or if you take too long and return to visibility beneath the table... But your determination knows no bounds and generally once you get an idea set in your head, you're going to see it through one way or another.

You take one more deep breath for good luck and down the entire potion.  The second you note your body has phased out of sight, you start making your way back to the table, being careful to avoid causing a breeze or disturbing things around you.  As you crouch on the ground next to the table's draped covering, you see Astarion's nostrils flare and you wonder if he already knows you're there by smell.  All the more reason to act quickly.

Taking care to disturb the cloth as little as possible, you slide under the table and situate yourself at Astarion's feet. You're fairly certain he would love this view, but your intention is to surprise him.  You bring your hands to hover over his still very much bulging pants and you silently count to three before moving as quickly as possible to pull him free of the confining clothing.

You lean forward to lick his tip, hearing him stammer when you succeed. "I'm trying to get her to s-see reason, really..." 

Figuring he's probably talking about approaching a devil for answers regarding his scars, you part your lips and guide your head down to envelope his cock with your mouth.  It's on track to nudge the back of your throat when strong, slender fingers wrap in your hair and hold you in place. You tune back in to how his voice has become a bit hoarse as he says an otherwise nonplussed, "Devils are just brats in need of proper punishment, that's all."

Your mouth is starting to water from the position you're being held in, and based on his not so thinly-veiled words, you start thinking he might not let you carry on. But that very worry is banished when he uses his grip in your hair to lower your head further.  He doesn't slow down or stop, merely keeps going until no more of him fits into your throat.

He's brief about holding you in place this go-round – likely he knows how loud you would be otherwise, despite his constantly vested interest in seeing how long you can take it. The fingers of his other hand very gently brush your cheek, a simple gesture of approval or maybe gratitude, right before he pulls your head back and starts a rhythm of having you fuck your throat on his cock. 

The thrill of doing this under a table – even though you're completely invisible, for now – adds to your excitement, and you start reaching downward with the intent to stroke yourself as he increases the pace. But he must have seen you somehow, because he's quick to nudge your hand away with his boot, the message clear: You do not have permission, pet.

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[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~197K words) Chapter 18

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 18 summary: Your 'patience' is tested further, and you're unsure how much longer you can take. But on the plus side, you finally get somewhere on Astarion's scars, and you find some other interesting tidbits in the library before going to bed and helping to keep someone warm...

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming

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Excerpt from Chapter 18 (NSFW):

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"Strip, pet."

His command elicits goosebumps and you're quick to obey, tugging down your leggings and underwear, followed by whipping off your shirt. He reaches over and undoes your bra before you get the chance to, giving each of your nipples a tweak as the garment falls away. You're glued to the sight of him fully bared for you again, particularly lingering on his very prominent arousal, just for you. 

Gods you so badly want him to fuck you into this mattress right now, to feel him, to connect, to end the constant buzz of being on the edge. Maybe you’ll get your wish. Or maybe he’s just about to make it worse.

With a combination of tender and firm, he grips your neck and slowly pushes you down onto your back, silently indicating for you to stay put. You flush under the way his gaze roams over your body, and harshly twitch in surprise when he strokes his fingers along your already soaked folds.

"Been needing my touch again, have you?" There's amusement in his tone, but it's very much coloured by the desire you can see in his eyes. 

You sigh out a rough, "Desperately."

"Good girl." His stroking becomes more deliberate, and he ensures to include your clit in it too.

Your back arches off the bed, your body inherently seeking him out.  He starts strumming you hard and fast, drawing a loud, "Oh fuck!" from you.

The wet sounds of it should probably be obscene, but it just solidifies this moment further for you.  You're already approaching the tenterhooks of pre-release when he dips his head and bites your nipple.

A ragged, "Please!" bursts out of you, uncertain how much longer you can keep your climax at bay. "Please, Sir, please let me come!"

You groan brokenly when he utters a sharp, "No." He slows the motions of his hand, easing you back from your long-sought end. "Not yet.  You can hold out longer for me, can't you, darling?"

You bite your lip and nod, rewarded by his smile and a searing kiss that steals away whatever breath you have left.  He grips your jaw as he deepens it, streaking some of your wetness across your cheek in the process. When he follows that trail of your arousal with his tongue and returns to your lips, you taste yourself on him, and it makes you squirm.

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[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~187K words) Chapter 17

Astarion x female!reader Chapter 17 summary: Your focus wavers as you keep being tested by someone very persistent, and very insistent. In between temptations, you dig deeper into your newfound ally, and are more certain than ever he knows more than he's saying. All of it is a lesson in patience, if ever there was one.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial Haunted - Chapter 17 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Excerpt from Chapter 17 (NSFW):

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"Demons?" Astarion's tone is pure curiosity, completely at odds with the confident way his fingers slide down over the front of your underwear, and cup you. "Now you have my attention..."

You find yourself wishing you had foregone undergarments again. "Y-Yes. After you left earlier... we all decided we-heeee" – he presses a firm stroke against your clit, and you instinctively clamp your thighs around his hand – "ahem, we all decided we won't weaponize our pasts against each other anymore. I-It's..." You trail off when you feel the fingers of his free hand dig into your thigh and wrench it away from your other one. You hadn't even noticed him putting his book down. "It's not fair." You hoarsely finish.

If Shadowheart knows what's going on beneath the table, she has the aplomb to not show it. There is a draped cloth covering it, and you’re sitting with your backs to the wall, but you know she’s sharper than most. Though she seems more focused on chastising Astarion. "And what are your thoughts on that, Astarion?"

He makes a show of thinking about it, all while making a 'V' with his fingers and lazily running them up and down either side of your entrance. "Well, it's not as thrilling as actual demons..." The timing of Shadowheart's scoff covers your little gasp when Astarion teasingly lifts the hem of your underwear with his pinky. "But I suppose I can play along."

Shadowheart rolls her eyes, "I'll consider that your word then."

Astarion slips his hand beneath the last barrier separating him from you, and starts lightly tracing symbols over your clit. Your thighs try to slam shut again, but he's still got a firm hold on one of them.

With a clenched jaw, you do your very best not to let what he's doing to you show on your face as he asks, "What happens if I break said word?"

Her smile starts small. "We'll find out how quickly you heal from spear injuries..."

Based on his tone, he's clearly unimpressed – though the way his finger speeds its motions and drives you to grip the table hard enough to leave indents tells a different story. "That's hardly-"

Shadowheart's smirk takes on a disturbing shade. "From the inside."

Vaguely, you register he's writing his name on you again, in cursive this time. You try not to read too much it into as you hear his response. "Now we're talking, darling." You almost rip the page you're holding when he abruptly curves his middle finger inside you. He almost sounds excited by the prospect of Shadowheart’s threat. "And where would you impale me?"

Shadowheart cocks her head, and your body trembles with the exertion of remaining still. "That might be more of a spur of the moment decision, but I will most certainly be using holy water as I do it."

As Astarion rocks his hand, he adds a second finger, hitting that spot inside you that sends a jolt of electricity throughout your body. You're pretty sure you get splinters under your fingernails as you dig them into the table – they can join those you got from the shelves – all while somehow keeping your book aloft to try and hide your face.

"I do love when it burns." 

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~178K words) Chapter 16

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 16 summary: Looks like there's a new power unlocked as you get yourself out of a sticky (or ice picky) situation, and you're also given the chance to play pupil again. Deeper circumstances make themselves known via nuanced actions and veiled words, and you also discover Faerun's best form of therapy. Right before your heart rate skyrockets in the library.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play Haunted - Chapter 16 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt from Chapter 16 (NSFW):

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When he slides his hand further to position his fingers right outside your entrance, you're quick to answer his question of, "Two or three fingers, pet?"

"Three." There's that admonishing eyebrow raise again, and you swiftly add, "Three, please."

He groans a soft, "Good girl," as three fingers press into you up to the knuckles.

You just barely manage to keep your moan in the back of your throat, knocking your head against some of the books behind you. It becomes even more difficult when he pulls his hand back, and then drives in again with a slight curve.

"Fuck..." you whimper, unsure of how much longer your capability for keeping your volume down will last.

"You always do have such trouble staying quiet, don't you?" He teases as he leans closer. "Perhaps I can help you with that."

It's the only warning you have before his lips crash to yours, and you fervently lean into his searing kiss. Out of habit, you bring your hands down as though to bury them in his hair, but he's fast to pin them in place above your head again.

"Keep them there," he growls against your lips.

His tongue glides along yours as his fingers increase their speed, and it starts pulling louder and louder whimpers from you.  When you moan into his kiss, he pulls back with a sharp, "Tsk, pet. This won't do."

As he curves his fingers just a little more, his other hand grabs the bottom of your shirt, and pulls it up toward your chin. "Open."

You instantly obey his command, already chasing the sensations he's giving you. He shoves the shirt hem into your mouth, more or less silencing you, before giving you a tender kiss over the fabric.  He'd gagged you just in time, because on the next inward thrust of his fingers, he extends his pinky, and it nudges against the neighbouring tight, puckered hole you normally don't let anyone access. But it's his. In this moment, it belongs to him, and he's certainly making a point of involving it.

"Are you enjoying that, pet?" His whisper feels like it drags across your skin, and you nod vigorously. His chuckle is deep, and you feel the vibration of it against the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt is lifted. "I can tell."

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~166K words) Chapter 15

Astarion x female!reader Chapter 15 summary: You finally get some rare moments of down time as you and your companions get the chance to slow down. While part of you is itching to keep going, some wise words have you reconsidering your hastiness. Though it's not without tension and the need for further resolution; and with some help, you even find the strength to share more of yourself with someone you feel deserves it.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut Haunted - Chapter 15 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Excerpt from Chapter 15 (tiny bit of NSFW talk): ----

"Where's the 'Dry Clothes Commissioner' when I need him?"

Astarion looks up from where he's spreading your other soaked garments over several similar rocky formations – his clothes are, of course, dry. "Who?"

You smirk, "Gale."

His responding noise of disgust makes you laugh. "He's given himself a new title now? What a ponce."

"What?" You clasp your hands behind your back – you’re much less shy now about being naked in front of him – and paint on an expression of innocence. "Jealous of his 'status'?"

He rolls his eyes so hard, you feel like you can hear it. "Hardly, pet. My magistrate status far trumps that of a mere 'commissioner'." You snort, until he continues. "And if your mind is wandering to him so soon after being with me, then perhaps I'm not fucking you hard enough." Your teeth sink into your lip as you hold back from telling him to test that claim. "I know that look, pet." He tugs your lip free of your teeth as he walks past you. "We'll drain this entire grove of water if you get your way."

You shrug and follow behind him. "Water can be easily replenished using magic."

"Very true." He whips around and advances on you. "But why should I give in to you so easily? You haven't even begged yet."

You're about to respond with a simple quip of "Gale," but his sudden grip on your hips makes you flinch.

His gaze immediately shifts downward, and his mouth forms a set line.

"I've bruised you, my little peach." Releasing his hold, he lightly takes your fingers and leads you back toward the bedroom.

Curious, you sit on the bed and watch him rummage through his things. You recognize the healing salve the second the tin is in his hand, and you shake your head.

"No, don't heal them."

Astarion gives you a very quizzical – and endearing – look. "Why not?"

You don't want to say it's because it proves to you that he is maybe a little possessive of you, lest he refute it.

"It's a reminder that you fuck me the way I want to be fucked."

His smile is wry, but it's hiding something. "Ruthlessly?"

You search his eyes, unsure of what exactly you're looking for. "Without restraint."

The bed lightly dips on either side of you as he presses his palms onto the mattress and leans down so you're nose to nose. "Trust me, darling. I'm still exercising restraint."

Boldly, you take one of his hands and place it on your thigh. "Then stop holding back." ----

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~153K words) Chapter 14

Astarion x female!reader Chapter 14 summary: You experience the aftermath of your death - or is it "death" - in a very strange fashion by way of an unexpected visitor. Another stranger awaits you on waking, and after a confusing series of events and unravelings, you and Astarion finally get some alone time.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut Haunted - Chapter 14 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Excerpt from Chapter 14 (NSFW/18+): ------ ----- ----

"Gods, fuck, Astarion..." You gasp out as he digs his fingers into your hips and picks the pace up just a little.

You're entirely unprepared for his next statement. "What will it take to make you scream, I wonder…" As he slams into you again, the flat of his hand meets your ass cheek with a resounding slap. The combination of surprise, sting, and pleasure have you crying out instantly, and judging by Astarion's tone, he's quite pleased by it. "That didn't take long, now did it?"

He delivers several more slaps to both cheeks, building tender areas of skin on your ass that you can tell are red based on the heat congregating there. Each strike pushes you closer to the edge alongside the feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, and saying things like, "Such a needy little thing, taking your spanking so eagerly.  You're dripping, darling." 

He gives you the hardest slap yet and you moan out an unrestrained, "It's for you, Sir!"

"For me..." he echoes as he gently rubs his hand over your smarting skin. “What else should we do 'for me'?"

Amidst the tension coiling you so very tightly, you wonder if your desires might be starting to align with his. You peer over your shoulder at him, eyes hooded and wanton. "D-Drink from me..."

The way he drives in again as he clicks his tongue has you up on your tiptoes. "That was already the plan, pet. Do keep up."

You realize then that's why he wanted your arm in this position – to give him access to your wrist. Before any further thoughts can try to coalesce, Astarion thoroughly distracts you by wrapping your hair around his hand and tugging your head back.

"What else?" His demand is laced with the strain of holding back. You're not the only one who's close. ----

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently 138K words) Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Summary: After yet more twists, turns, and tucked away rooms, you finally encounter the Druid you've been looking for. But it's certainly not smooth sailing as emotions run high, something messes with your head - more than usual - and plans change. While some of the blow-ups are out of your control, others are entirely your doing. Entropy has its purposes, after all.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking Haunted - Chapter 13 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Excerpt from Chapter 13 (some NSFW): ----

You don’t even need to try to make your voice waver needily. It does that all on its own. “Please! Gods, please fuck me, Sir!”

“There she is,” he teases as he nips your earlobe. “My desperate little plaything so very eager for me.”

If you were unsure of that 'nickname' before, you certainly aren't now. You manage to sigh an, “Always,” out through gritted teeth, and do everything you can to rub yourself against him, desperate for friction.

“One might think I never satisfy you with the way you’re behaving, pet.” He clicks his tongue right before he dips his head to trail his lips along your carotid. “Why don’t you tell me what exactly it is you want me to do to you… Spare no detail.”

Your fingers flex in his silken hair, your cheeks flaming red as you try to come up with how best to describe what he’s asking. It’s made all the more difficult by the way he keeps grinding against you.

“I-I – fuck, Sir – I want you to rip m-my leggings, a-and…” You pause to take a quick breather, needing to school your thoughts lest you fail to do as asked. “And drive your cock so deeply inside of me, you knock my breath out of me.”

“Is that all?” he teases. “You know, I think you see me as your own personal seamster, having me rip your leggings again and again; as though it were an every-day occurrence they’ll be repaired.”

“I’ll fix them this time then,” you growl in frustration.

“Absolutely not.” The sudden ferocity in his tone surprises you, just as much as the harsh nip he gives your bottom lip. You start breathing a little harder as you feel him shift you and one of his hands starts traveling down between your bodies. His knuckles graze against your heated centre as he grips the fabric at the crotch of your leggings and he utters, “This flimsy excuse for clothing is mine to tear, and mine to repair as I see fit. Do you understand?”

Deep down, you suspect he’s not talking about the leggings, and you wonder if this is as close to a claimative declaration as you’re going to get.

You ensure to meet his gaze full on with your answer. “Yes, Sir. I understand fully.”

“Good girl.”  ----

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently 117K words) Chapter 12

Astarion x female!reader Chapter 12 Summary: Your innate need to put your hands on everything puts you in a bit of hot water with some of your companions. Which is wildly inconvenient as the deeper you delve into the goblin camp, the more interesting out-of-bounds areas you find. Between convincingly lying, reading one too many books, and defining a new relationship with pain, you certainly throw convention out the window. Will you be able to stop yet another wayward companion from doing the same?

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking

Haunted - Chapter 12 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Excerpt from Chapter 12: ----

Walking over to the bookshelves, you start looking through the books, even pulling one out to skim through it.

“Are you planning to do this for every book?” Shadowheart sighs.

With a deliberate slowness, you lick the tip of your finger and flip the page. “Yup.”

“Tav, come on. We do. Not. Have. The. Time.” Shadowheart slams the book shut.

“I’m afraid I agree with Shadowheart, here,” Gale adds as he peeks over at the rest of the room. “We’ve still got a lot of ground to cover.”

“But-”

“You may look through two more books, pet. Then you will move along with us to the next room. Understood?”

You twist your lips as you pop your current book into your bag.

“What happens if I read three?”

Astarion leans in, hardly touching you save for the tickle of one or two of his errant locks as he whispers in your ear. “I recall we had a certain bargain in place for if you were to behave here. Do you seek to make it null and void?”

“No,” you blurt out.

He nods toward the bookcase, amused. “Then I’d suggest you do as I say.”

“Fine,” you pout.

“Tsk you shouldn’t pout like that, pet. It’s awfully petulant.” He reaches over and pinches your protruding bottom lip. “You wouldn’t want to be petulant for me, now would you?”

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit) Chapter 11

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 11 summary: You and your contingent infiltrate the goblin camp via a mixture of tadpole persuasion, successful lies, and sheer dumb luck. Within, a collection of surprises await you - most of them not pleasant - and more mysteries become a little further unraveled. But the big question is, can you stop a certain dagger-happy someone from instigating an all-out brawl?

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways

Haunted - Chapter 11 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

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"Power looks good on you, darling," Astarion comments from somewhere over your left shoulder as you all look around.

You reply off-handedly as you peer into some nearby burlap sacks and crates, "Does that mean I can do whatever I want to you later?"

He chuckles, seemingly amused by your gall. "No, it means it'll be one of the things I strip you of later, and with such relish. But don't worry, pet..." You jump as his hand trails up your side, "I'll hold true to my word of letting you please me, so long as you continue to behave."

Biting your lip, you keep your gaze on the barrel you're opening, thinking you might melt if you look at him right now. "I'll do my best."

He peers over your shoulder into the barrel, and you each wrinkle your noses as both the smell and sight of rotten vegetables greet you. It doesn't temper the approval in his voice, however, "You've certainly improved on your bluffing skills. That ‘Sentinel’ didn’t even remotely live up to his title."

You shrug as you press the barrel's lid down hard and try to fan off the smell. "The tadpole helped a bit with that."

He lightly grips your elbow and you look up at him, catching his frown as he says, "About that... The next time we encounter someone bearing the Absolute symbol, let me be the one to ‘speak’ with them."

You smirk at him. "Why? Wanting to stir shit up yourself?"

"No." His quick flip to sincerity steals some of your breath away. "I'd just rather it not be you tapping into our collective Illithid 'powers'."

Your smirk shifts into a soft smile, "You don't need to worry that much about me."

"And yet..." He tucks an errant lock of hair behind your ear. "I do."

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Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit)

Astarion x female!reader

While questing with you (Tav) and the others to find a solution to the tadpoles, Astarion fights the dreaded concept of developing *feelings* for someone. All while that someone pushes to show him he's not the slave he once was. A shield of sarcasm and well-crafted seduction clashes with stubbornness and determination, and something's gotta give. But will it come at a price?

I'm late to talking about this on here (just posted chapter 10 on AO3, but I'll link chapter 1 here), but I hope you enjoy! Definitely NSFW/18+, currently have a posting schedule of a new chapter every second Saturday. Haunted - Chapter 1 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways This story starts during the first sex scene with Astarion in the woods, all because of the look in his eyes when he says, "That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?" Excerpt from chapter 1 (NSFW/18+):

---- You feel your pulse quicken as he grinds against the needy juncture of your thighs, and a low moan escapes your lips.  It seems to spur him on and he does it again, as though chasing after more of those sounds.  You reach between your bodies and stroke him through his pants, thoroughly enjoying the grunt of satisfaction it draws from him.  He lets you get as far as tugging the garment down and releasing his cock from its confines.  Before you can properly grip him, his thigh presses up against you so he can free one of his hands to grab your wrist.

He clicks his tongue as though scolding you and murmurs, "This isn't about me, darling."  Your wrist is released, but before you can make another go at grasping him, his hand delves beneath your lounge pants.  You gasp, your body twitching when his fingers drag over your clit.  "Oh my," his tone is deliberately teasing as he slides his digits a little further down, "You sweet, wet little thing, you're positively drenched.  I think I'll have to do something about that." ----

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