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Cazador takes Astarion on a trip outside the city.
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Silk and Teeth (Astarion x Cazador) by AstarionsRat
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
31 Jan 2026
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“Stand at the foot of the bed. Back to me. Remove your shirt.”
Silk whispered away; cool air traced the lattice of scars Cazador had carved decades ago. Astarion squared his shoulders, braced for the whip, the crack, the inevitable command: Scream prettily for me, boy.
Silence stretched. No leather uncoiled. No manacles clinked. Only that gaze, boring into his neck—patient, deliberate, worse than any lash.
Then movement. A slow, deliberate press of a taller body behind him, brocade brushing bare skin, hardness grinding slow. A hitch tore from Astarion’s throat.
This wasn’t the script.
“Master…?” The word cracked, small.
Lips brushed his throat, not biting—not yet. “Hush, boy. I did not ask you to speak.”
Astarion’s mind reeled. He’d waited for this touch once, lifetimes ago—before the crypt, before the chains. But not like this. Not from him. His body betrayed him anyway: hips twitched back, chasing the thick ridge even as instinct screamed to flee.
Cazador chuckled, dark and pleased. “Good boy,” he whispered, grinding slow and filthy. “Now... let’s see how prettily you can moan.”
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08 Feb 2026
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Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.
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08 Feb 2026
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you are the night time fear (you are the morning when it's clear) by PaintItBlack (Zurico)
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
28 Jul 2021
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“I do not think he wishes to speak with me,” Zhongli tells her, even though the confession hurts more than he would care to admit.
“And I don’t think you know Childe as well as you think you do.” Lumine retorts, hands on her hips, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
“Yeah!” exclaims Paimon next to her, mirroring her posture.
The sight of them sending matching glares in his direction is something he would normally find amusing but instead, he feels himself jerk back, shocked at both the accusation and the distinctly flat tone of Lumine’s voice.
“I do,” he says, feeling slightly irked. “I do know Childe.”-
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Mr. Zhongli is incredibly intelligent, the man would go on and on about random topics, most of the time brought on by the book of the week they would choose to discuss and he would always display absolute dominion over the matter he would be talking about.
Mr. Zhongli is deeply religious, it seemed, having never heard his mother say she hadn't seen him at Sunday mass, his entire attention on what the priest would decide to preach and sometimes even taking notes."
Mr. Zhongli, despite being seemingly filthy rich, is also the sole consultant of a rather small and humble funeral parlor in the big city.
Mr. Zhongli is a widower and despite being surrounded by desperate fellow widows, divorced ladies and neglected housewives of his age, his mother has never said anything about him making a move on any of them and it was more often that he heard him being spoken about as if one of their own. A perfect gentleman just looking for a peaceful afternoon discussing sappy historical romance novels with middle aged women.
From all this and more, Mr. Zhongli, Childe deduced, is...
...the worst case scenario. A boring old geezer.Bookmarked by Meteoreffects
06 Feb 2026