This is for the fanfic writers haha. Tell me if I'm missing any so can add it in!
Darling (his most used)
My love, love
My sweet
“You sweet, generous thing”, “you sweet little thing”
Lover
My dear, a dear, dear
Beautiful
Cheeky little pup
My little treat ("-with their cheeks all flushed")
Sweetie
Pet
You wicked little thing (affectionate)
"You're a sweetheart", "you sweetheart"
Delectable little pet (not directed towards Tav but it easily could be)
My friend (yay, we're his friend)
My favorite traveling companion (not a pet name but it's nice to be his favorite)
My leaking blood-bag (technically you refer to yourself as that first and he calls you his one after, but it counts)
You little scoundrel
Edit: Thank you everyone in the comments for adding the Dark Urge ones!
Bhaal-babe (I'm dead, this silly pun I swear)
My sweet, bloodthirsty friend
My precious little Bhaal-babe
My conflicted villain
My dagger-happy friend
Bonus: Ascended Yandere Astarion
My pet, pet
Little love
Precious thing
My treasure
My consort, My Dark Consort
My favorite spawn
Insolent little- (the Dev's notes say that the full line is "you insolent little brat" which, um...)
Insolent little pup (the line was in EA, although I’m not entirely sure if it’s Ascended Astarion. Full line: “you are an insolent little pup, aren’t you?”)
"You ingrate" (When you try to break up with him. It's not really a pet name, but-)
"Property I cherish, but still my property" (his thoughts)
I suggest reading the first of the series before this, there is a bit of a plot in the porn. Just a little.
Summary: You get much needed attention from your master. And his boots get a much needed cleaning from your tongue.
WARNINGS: Smut, Extremely dubious consent, Mind control/manipulation, Orgasm control, Abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse, Boot worship
I do not say this lightly- Astarion is evil in this. This is an extremely toxic relationship. You have been warned!
(AO3 link)
“Now darling, if you wouldn’t mind.” Astarion says matter-of-factly, “I would love to hear your thoughts on the parting gift I left for you while I was away.”
Master loves to hear you recollect the fantasies he engraves onto your psyche, almost like a quiz to make sure he made the impact he wanted. Leaving you positively wrecked and wanting.
He never fails in his quest.
You lay seductively and begin to recall what was left for you this time around. “I loved the image of you tying me up with ropes, rendering my extremities null.”
“Mmhm” he hums, coming onto you. He starts to kiss down your neck and feel your body with possessive caresses. “And why is that my dearest?”
You try to retain composure, but you know he wants to see you bothered. “Well, I-” you hold yourself together as his kisses slowly and sensually descend your body. “I just love for you to have complete control, master. I feel-” he abruptly lifts your nightgown over your head, leaving you completely nude in his gaze, rendering your tongue useless.
“You feel…” he purrs, positioning his head between your legs. “Don’t stop, darling. I just positively love to hear your feedback” He resumes his kisses up your thigh, around your heat, just about everywhere but where you want them.
“I feel comfortable. I feel whole.” you manage to sputter through the relentless teasing you’re enduring.
He stops his teasing, crawls up your body- akin to a prowling panther- and he stops with his lips to your ear.
“Do you know why that is, pet?” he purrs seductively.
You shake your head. You feel so overwhelmed with lust, love, obsession, need, That you can’t think properly enough to form words, even though you know the answer wholeheartedly.
He rises up, his tone suddenly serious as he puts his hand around your throat, pinning you down. “That’s because you’re mine.” The last word sounding more animalistic than the rest. A growl.
A moan sputters from your lips at the mere reminder of the fact. Oh how you love to be his. Gods, he treats you so well. Letting you feel his hands on you like this.
He lets go of his grip on you and composes himself.
“Now,” he begins, still straddled on top of you, shimmying his way back to his position between your legs. “If you’ll excuse me, I am dying for a taste of this juicy pussy you’ve left untouched for my arrival.”
You watch as he descends his face to slowly run his tongue up your entrance. Painfully slow. As he makes his way to the peak of your cunt, he pays extra attention to the beautiful cluster of nerves at the top. Swirling his tongue languidly two or three times before retreating from his post. Rolling himself over to the other side of the bed with an exaggerated sigh.
You lay stunned, his command denying you of an orgasm until he allows it has left you riding the threshold of coming for so long has made you dumb.
He shifts himself toward you and caresses your face “Oh darling, is something the matter? Does my little love want to come like the whore she is?”
You nod with a whimper, the pressure building up inside is starting to hurt.
“I’m sorry, I thought I taught you to use your words.” he scolds.
“Yes.” you blurt, actively straining from the feeling inside you.
He puts on a confused face, feigning ignorance to what you're agreeing to. “Yes what dear? I’m afraid I am not following.”
“Yes I want to come like the whore I am, master. Please, I’ll do anything just let me come.” Tears begin to swell in your eyes, eventually flowing over and cascading down your cheeks.
“Ah, I see now!” he says with a false kindness in his tone. “I’m afraid I will need more proof of your need for release than those crocodile tears of yours.”
Gods if it means you get to come, you don’t care. You are a whore for him. You need to let go ten times over by now.
“Anything, master. Say what you need and it’s done.”
“Perfect. Now up.”
You feel a haze gloss over your vision, like a part of your consciousness is at rest and replaced with something. It’s more than a command, your body is being puppeted by your masters will. You are but a semi-conscious doll for him to control. You feel so warm and safe in his control.
It’s perfect.
Astarion stands up next to you, towering over you in both size and power.
“Kneel”
You’re pushed to the ground onto your knees.
He sits on the edge of the bed and kicks his boots up onto an ottoman that resides next to the bed.
“Now my precious pet,” he purrs “...lick.”
He need not say more before your tongue is lapping the leather of his boots. They taste devine, refreshing you as if it’s the freshest mint from an herb garden. You close your eyes while swirling your tongue around the soul of his shoe.
“Look at me while you work.” he commands.
You obey, making eye contact with your master as you lewdly cover his boot in your saliva.
He looks at you with a devilish grin spanning his face.
“Now…” his smile grows, “Come.”
And suddenly as if the largest water dam bursts inside of you- figuratively and literally- you come. Finally. The corners of your vision go white as the wave of your climax is washing over you. You scream a mixture of ‘master’ and gibberish, tongue still feverishly lapping your master’s boot, and crimson eyes still locked upon yours. Screaming and riving in pleasure, without a single hand on you.
“Gods, how utterly pathetic you look.” Astarion huffs leaning his head on his hand watching in awe as you continue to lick his boots, despite the aftermath of your climax leaving you exhausted. He scoffs, “That’s enough, I think they’re clean.”
You stop licking and sit politely awaiting your master’s needs. All you can think about right now is what he wants. What he needs.
Vampire whimpering and moaning while he drinks your blood and he gets all breathless as he tells you how good you taste and also he’s jacking off the whole time. Think about it.
