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The Good Of This City by IPegYourBardon
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
21 Jun 2026
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Henry and Hans are sent on an errand for Hanush in the most boring town in Bohemia.
They overcome boredom, sexual frustration and create their own rolling poem over the days they are there.
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21 Jun 2026
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Sequestered in a remote, snowbound cabin, Gale has everything he needs to draft his vampire novel – one based on facts instead of folklore.
Not included in those plans is a runaway vampire spawn at his door.
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14 Jun 2026
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Amateur figure skater Astarion is recruited by a new coach - the reclusive, and frightening, former world champion Cazador Szarr.
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13 Jun 2026
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Gale is a twenty year old wizard pursuing his education. He's been adding more physical and martial classes lately and signs up last minute for an immersive summer archery course in the country. Astarion is one of the roguish arts instructors and has the only open space left at the camp in his cabin. This takes place in Faerun contemporary with the game's setting.
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28 Apr 2026
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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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01 Feb 2026