I’m a fierce believer and defender of Smooth Brain Astarion (affectionate).
I love that, if left to his own devices, he ends up dead in a ditch. I love that this pasty menace of an elf is a walking disaster. I love that his brain produces one coherent thought per day, only to have it backfire on him later on. I love that his first choice in freedom is to unapologetically be the worst version of himself. Because it makes sense.
That’s what abuse and trauma do to your brain—they fuck with it.
And in Astarion’s defence, the man didn’t have to use his brain for nearly 200 years—it’s probably the very thing that kept him as alive as he can be; to survive 200 years of pure shit.
And what use is his brain when his days and nights are dictated by someone else for as long as he can remember? When he has no say in what clothes he wears. When he doesn’t get to choose what or when to eat. When his body and mind aren’t his own, distorted by torture and hunger and self-loathing, forced to obey his vampiric master. Why use his brain when his survival depends exclusively on his abuser’s whims?
Astarion could’ve come up with the most brilliant plan possible to escape Cazador or save a mark from their doom, but he never stood a chance of succeeding—which doesn’t mean that he didn’t get punished for trying (or even thinking about it) anyway.
Existing under Cazador was a game he couldn’t win, so why bother playing?
And it’s only by chance that Astarion’s autonomy is returned to him literally overnight. It’s only natural that he’s overwhelmed by his newfound freedom. How is he expected to make sound decisions when he can’t even recall a time when he could do and say as he pleased?
Of course Astarion is a walking disaster when he finds himself on that beach after the Nautiloid crash—and he’s fully aware of that! That’s why it’s so crucial for him to get on the player’s/other companion’s good side.
He’s self-aware enough to be so insecure about himself that he would rather trust a stranger’s capabilities than his own.
Being a catastrophe of a person is part of Astarion’s character journey. Not only does he have to reclaim his personhood, he has to learn how to depend on his own brain again and I think that's such a painfully beautiful, important message Baldur’s Gate 3 sends.
Because healing isn’t pretty. Nor is it easy.
You’re not alright the moment you’re free of whatever horrors you had to live through—and that’s ok! There’s time and room for you to adjust.
And the moment Astarion feels more or less safe within his new environment, when he’s fed and treated like a person worthy of respect and consideration, his insights, skills and perception are crucial assets to the group.
Astarion knows his art and literature, and although his little remarks are unhinged at times, he's genuinely witty. Even his objections are, considering the circumstances, absolutely legitimate.
Personally, I love seeing Smooth Brain Astarion become more and more secure in his judgement the more Tav/other companions trust and support him.
Astarion is smart, his brain’s just been stewed for nearly 200 years.
Enjoy this whiney boy having the time of his life♡
He's obviously going to be blushing a lot before it even starts, barely able to make eye contact with you as you talk about all the things you're going to do to him and just how much he's going to enjoy it. He definitely wants to but he's always been especially shy with things of a sexual nature and to do something as far as this is just sending him over the edge into Blushing Babyville
His head will be turned away as you prep him, fingers buried deep inside him as he bites his lip in an attempt to keep all those precious sounds in. Using your other hand to force his eyes to yours is the perfect way to tell him it's okay to let go while also commanding that he let you hear him.
Once you finally enter Levi fully his eyes will fill with overwhelmed tears and you'll have to wait a moment for him to adjust. It's not necessarily painful, or at least nothing bad, but it's something different and his mind is still trying to wrap around how he can feel so full. Once he's ready his hips will start shifting to take you in further, a soft whine leaving his lips as he wordlessly urges you to fuck him. Make him tell you how much he wants it, having him beg will make his cheeks redden impossibly further as his cock leaks as a tell-tale sign he's enjoying it.
This boy is flexible. Wrap his legs around your waist or place them over your shoulders as you drill into his prostrate. The slight burn as his legs slowly start to relax into the new position paired with the feeling of you buried deep inside him leaves him trembling as he continues to cry out.
Levi is a big scratcher during this. He'll latch onto your back as he leaves trails of red marks across your waist and shoulder blades. He'll apologize once he notices what he's doing as emotions run high. Comforting him is easy as he takes your words at face value during this, soothing his worries with your gentle words.
He's honestly really out of it, pegging throws him deep into his headspace so don't expect anything more than a few broken sentences and soft repetitive muttering once you start really going at it. Once he's completely wrecked he just whispers out things like "I love you" and "Thank you" over and over again as his ass swallows up your strap beautifully.
Changing the pace right before he comes leaves him shaking. Start to slowly stroke his cock while your strap eases slowly in and out of him, allowing him to become desperate for you to pick up the pace while also appreciating the sensations flooding his body as you continue to pump his base with an occasional swipe over the head of his dick.
When you're going slow he likes to play with your hands, twirling the strands between his fingers as you peer down at him. He manages to overcome his shyness to stare at your face, enjoying the feeling of being under you as your strokes even out.
He almost exclusively likes to be pegged in missionary but mirror sex is another good option. The embarrassment from the sight of himself being made a mess on your strap has his eyes shifting away once again but his gaze always travels back to the mirror just to meet your own. It makes him feel so ashamed that he's enjoying this but in the best possible way, knowing you love seeing him like this even when he's flustered is EVERYTHING.
Levi doesn't sob but tears do run down his cheeks occasionally when you hit the sweet spot buried deep inside of him. You can feel the resistance as you fuck, possibly even having to re-lube yourself before you continue. He tightens up the harder you go, not to stop it but because it feels so good he just can't help himself. He secretly loves the slight pain it induces and has even placed his hand over yours lightly as you reached over to grab more lubricant, looking up at you with eyes that were just screaming to continue without adding any more.
"we need less sanitized queer stories" yall keep saying fucking she-ra romanticizes abuse. you couldnt possibly handle less sanitized queer stories
Dangan! Distrust AU
Because I am a starving man and need to craft my own content with my two bare hands
ah, ishimondo stage play execution, my beloved
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
油断ならない?
ishimondo tag: and they were in love. of course they were. even if they didn't know it, their bodies kept score where their minds had forgotten. the way their shoulders slot together perfectly in an embrace, the calluses along mondo's palm worn away from where taka's thumb had soothed it away while holding hands, the magnetism, the draw, despite the seemingly short amount of time, they'd had the connection of the years before, the years forgotten, but important all the same. it's a tragedy, really, in not truly knowing what you've lost, but the pain hitting all the same. taka's screams as mondo died had the years in them, years that no one had really known at the time.
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finally. y/n lore
can i req sub trans kokichi x gn softdom reader smut ( would really prefer if readers genitals were not mentioned - if necessary would be okay with afab reader w gn pronouns ) feel free to ignore if uncomfortable, tysm
A/N: I gotchu babes <3
Prompt: none
Pairing(s): Kokichi x reader
CW: fingering, squirting, kinda mindbreak idk, clit pinching, prob ooc sorry bout that
Notes: pwop!sub!Kokichi, gn!softdom!reader, nsfw
"Ah, hey! You’re going so rough!" Kokichi whined to you so falsely it felt almost sarcastic, teeth clamping down on his smiling lip as you worked your fingers between his legs.
Though his tongue protested, his hips were the ones moving, not so much your hands. His head was barely able to rest on his neck from how he dropped it back while you kissed his throat, and the vibrations from his obnoxiously loud cries were a dead giveaway of his enjoyment.
"Mmmgh, want me to be gentler?" You responded, teasingly pulling your fingers away for a moment.
Whimpering at the loss of contact, he grabbed your wrist, putting it back where it was. “I didn't say I don't like it!"
"Thought so." You pinched his clit between your thumb and forefinger lightly, earning a sharp jerk and a cry from him. "Only naughty boys complain like that, are you a naughty boy, or a good boy, 'Kichi, hmm?"
His eyes tracked your movements, though his lids fought to stay open with his furrowed brows. "I..." he huffed out a breath, still smiling with saliva running down his chin. "I'm— I'm obviously a good— nggh... ah..."
Despite his efforts to remain cocky, you could tell his façade was slipping, the blurry line between his true reactions and his exaggerations beginning to clear.
“What was that, honey?” You continued rubbing him, kissing his hot neck.
You felt a small gush of heat on your fingers, and watched him bite his lip, eyes rolling up into the back of his head. His grip on you was tight, his knuckles white.
“I—I s— nngh! I s—said…” he panted, blinking hard. “I’m o—obviously a g— ah… good… mmph…”
“Go on,” you egged him on. “You can do it, ‘Kichi.”
There was a short pause.
“I can’t!” To your surprise, he tensed up, knees pushing together as he let out a loud whimper, a waterlike fluid drenching your hand, and the sheets under him. His entire body was slick with sweat, and his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths.
A silence hung in the air for a moment, the only sound being the sound of his breathing mingling with yours. Then, he rolled off of you, dropping too his knees between your own legs.
"No more sass left, 'Kichi?"
"You're so mean, [#]!
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