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Down in the deep, up to my gills by fantailsock for WolffyLuna
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
14 Feb 2026
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Astarion coughed. A strange black ichor stained the back of his hand. He could see his breath, as if it was the middle of winter. But that couldn’t be right. They were at the summer ball.
“No, fuck, that’s not what’s meant to happen.” Wyll’s voice grew muffled. Astarion could taste grave dirt and bone dust. The walls were closing in on him.
Wyll gripped him. The world seemed to fade at the edges, the other guests frozen in their twirls.
“We have to stay on script.”Wyll dreams. Astarion dives in. Neither of these things work out very well.
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Wyll lay in their shared four poster bed, shivering as the cool spring breeze from the open window tickled his naked skin. He didn’t have much control over the matter however, considering his arms had been harnessed behind him, his ankles strapped to his thighs, and his horns hooked to the headboard.
Being able to do this meant they could reclaim something that had been taken from them before; Karlach got to enjoy being intimidating and powerful, while he got to enjoy being hers. It had taken long years of healing to get here, and Wyll was infinitely grateful that they got to do it together.Years after their adventures together, settled and cozy in their new life, Wyll and Karlach enjoy a morning of kinky fun.
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“I wish to pass on what remains of me to you. I ask for your consent."
“My consent?”
Ansur nodded his great head. “For a magical infusion. A gift of draconic sorcery.”
"That is certainly an honour, truly. I accept your gift.”
A dragon’s face was hard to read, but Ansur seemed pleased. He rose back up again, looking down at Wyll.
“Wonderful. I suggest sexual congress.”
“... Pardon?”
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Lonely and heartsick for his friends, Wyll meets someone he had thought long dead. Things take a rather unexpected turn.Series
- Part 4 of Wyll Monsterfucking 4+1
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Wyll, loving Karlach, has to talk her into returning to her greatest place of trauma for her to live. Both him and Astarion swear they will be with her, but is that enough?
It wouldn't be for long. They have the support of powerful friends, a plan, and endless love for each other. What could go wrong?
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It had been 48 hours since keratinous horns crunched their way through Wyll’s skull, and he was totally super fine about it. It was just something else he would inevitably have to accept, given the time and grace. If only the growth hadn’t caused this Hells-forsaken headache.
Luckily another member of his party is rather familiar with pain, and how to deal with it.
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He knew that Wyll had mourned sweet flavours since his devil transformation, so Astarion wanted to give him something that would help with that. Something that could take the place of those flavours in his mind. After surreptitiously reading Wyll’s recipe book from back to front, a pie sounded good. That pastry nonsense didn’t sound too difficult, and the filling could be replaced with basically anything, from the looks of things. So it didn’t have to be sweet, presumably.
The problem was, not only was cooking perhaps the hardest thing Astarion had ever attempted since killing a massive space brain, Gale’s kitchen hated him.
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Try to give me meaning, its a losing game by fantailsock
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
24 Aug 2025
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All in all, perhaps not Wyll's cleverest moment. He just needed to find a pothole. A grate of some kind. Something that would get him back out into the open world, where someone might see him and help. It would be wonderful if his vision would stop going grey at the edges, and if his feet worked like how he told them to. He just needed…a little rest. A bit of a sit down, then he’d be right as rain. He slid down the wall, breathing through his nose.
“I don't suppose you're going to be using any of that blood, are you?”
When Astarion is saved from his master by a group of heroes, he thought his life was doomed to scavenging loneliness. But what if he had the chance to save one of those heroes right back?
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Raised Out in the Cold, Raised on Little Light by fantailsock
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
16 Jun 2025
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He was in the Blade of Frontiers’ tent. The monster hunter’s tent.
Astarion shot up to see the man sitting in the entrance, blocking the sun with his body. Did he save him just so he could be tortured properly? He’d heard about hunters tearing out fangs to wear as necklaces - selling eyes and claws on the black market. Hells, did he hunt bounties as well as monsters? Had Cazador bought him to reel Astarion back?
His eyes fell to the rapier. The way Wyll was blocking the only exit.
Even though this man had saved his life for no discernable reason, he still had power over him. Astarion was trapped here with a hunter who knew now just how bestial he really was.
He had to warm up to him. Give him a reason to keep him alive. Fawn.“Please don’t kill me.”
He’d never been particularly good at fawning.
In which Astarion and Wyll meet a bit earlier than established canon, in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of winter, and neither of them are at their best.
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“I think there might be something odd with Astarion.”
“Astarion? Nooo. Surely not.”
“There is always something wrong with the elf.”
“I have noticed recently he's started walking around on the ceiling, which I wasn’t aware was something he could do. I swear he does it in the night above my bed. Just watches me breathe and steals things from my bedside table. He switched my book for a pile of spoons and just assumed I wouldn’t notice.”
“Yeah, and have you seen his bed? It’s literally entirely clothes. He even keeps his boots like, on the bed. Hides ‘em under the sheets. Even though I’ve never once seen him take his own shoes off. What’s he collecting them for?”
“Well alright, this has all been very illuminating, but not what I was talking about. All I was thinking was that he might need glasses.”
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Dubious relationship advice from a mind flayer-hobgoblin couple by fantailsock
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
01 Apr 2025
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"That kind of sex with a mind flayer is wholly undocumented. We’ve been trying to flesh out some of that research, but of course we would need other subjects to start making any kind of hypotheses.”
“That makes sense, yes.” Wyll said, head muzzy from the wine and warmth.
“What Blurg is trying to say is, would you like to experience this too?”
Wyll sat up, and stared at them both wide eyed. He was being… propositioned?
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In which Wyll gets more than what he bargained for when popping over to the local scientist weirdos for work drinks.Series
- Part 3 of Wyll Monsterfucking 4+1
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Happy White Day Remix! I loved the fairy tale aspects of Acephalous's It’s a long road (it’s a long walk) , so I made a little animated video inspired by it! It may have crashed my computer twice but we do what we must for ART.
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Wyll watched Astarion a moment longer, how his back hunched and hands clenched. By all accounts, something was wrong. He hadn’t even looted the corpses. He loved looting corpses! But if he didn’t admit to a problem, there wasn’t a lot Wyll could do. He had to respect his privacy.
That didn’t mean Wyll couldn’t keep a little eye on him, though. Just for peace of mind.
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The houseplant - the pot was empty on his table. On his bed lay an odd mass of greenery. The bulb in the centre had opened. Vines, impossibly thick and growing at what could only be a magical rate, spilled from the core. They seemed to be seeking out heat, curling in the warm spot where he had just been sitting.
Of course Karlach and Astarion wouldn’t have bought him any normal gift.
Beta'd by the lovely Backflips thank you for the help!
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- Part 2 of Wyll Monsterfucking 4+1
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The chest was a little smaller than Wyll remembered. Big enough to fit Astarions lithe form quite easily, just so long as he tucked his legs in a little. They had to knock his head again to daze him enough that he would stop fighting their grip.
“Oh Gods, sorry buddy.” Karlach sniffed, seeing the blood streaming down his nose and matting the back of his head. He looked like a wild thing lying there, drool dripping down his chin, eyes frenzied. He wasn’t blinking, and only seemed to breathe in order to snarl at them.
In which Astarion gets enthralled, then put in a box. yikes!
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He'd rented a small rowboat from a local fisherman, and planned to spend the rest of the day with nothing but his fishing rod and his own mind. He could use some peace and quiet from the neverending fuss of upper city life.
And – okay – Karlach and Astarion were sending him a lot of letters about all the sex they were having on their travels and maybe he missed his best friends. He felt entitled to a bit of brooding.
In which Wyll pines for his old companions, and gets some help from a new fishy friend. ;)
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- Part 1 of Wyll Monsterfucking 4+1
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He could keep this creature distracted long enough to let the child get away. This was his job, and he was good at it.
But isn’t it tiring? A voice crooned. Don’t you want to sit back, just for once?
I can’t. He thought back, his lungs screaming for air as the Harpys claws continued to push him down into the seabed. What's the point of any of this, if I stop? -
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He didn’t know what he expected, really.
“You wretch.” Astarion gasped as their illustrious leader thrust a stake right between his ribs.
This was always how it was going to end. Him sticking his fangs where they weren’t wanted, picking the worst possible person to bite from. Obviously. He’d always been a bad judge of character. Stupid. Pathetic. Not worth anyone's time, honestly.
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The Shadowlands were the worst for so many reasons. The sun was gone, there was nothing to eat, and it was absolutely freezing. Astarion was used to the cold, with 200 years of vampirism under his belt. The lack of a normal circulatory system meant his body couldn't regulate temperature the same way living creatures did. A vampire could be frozen stiff in minutes before they’ve even noticed there was a problem. He could attest to that. And no additions of hats and scarves made a bit of difference - if there was no heat in the first place for the clothing to keep in.
It really was bitterly cold.
(For the Tavless Kinkmeme community!)
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Five times someone helped Wyll out and one time he helped himself.
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The back I've been watching all along by fantailsock
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
02 Jun 2024
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Miles blinked up at her, reading glasses sliding down his nose. “Excuse me?”
She raised the bottle of wine at him. “We are going to get drunk and set this house ablaze.”
He blinked again. “That’s illegal-”
“Miles Edgeworth you are the worst-”
“That's illegal,” He said again, cutting her off, “I think. So we are going to get drunk and research German property law to see if it isn’t.”
She gaped at him. “And if it isn’t…?”
He nodded. “Then we can burn the house down.” He paused, thinking. “Not drunk though. That’s certainly reckless endangerment.”