#Astar

[chaoticbardlady99]

I Wondered if I Could Come Home? (Astarion x Pregnant F! Reader) MDNI 18+ Part 2

CW: Smut, insecurities, pregnancy sex, PIV

Tag-list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @starstruck-mj-writings @divineknightmare

Part 1 is on my Masterlist :)

This is unedited because I’m tired 😂💜

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

“These are all truly terrible options, Darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, “I feel like putting anyone in this should be considered abuse.”

You try and fail to suppress the laughter- covering your mouth with your hand when another woman shoots you a glare. You should regret dragging Astarion in here, but you don’t. He’s right- this place has absolutely nothing adorable and you hate shopping here. You are very happy he shares the same sentiment.

This was an unplanned stop in the grand scheme of the evening. Astarion had insisted on taking you on a date the moment you woke up this morning. When you went to protest and say, “I look like a beached whale, no”- you were thoroughly kicked by Eowyn.

You picked the name Eowyn together a little over a month after Astarion first arrived. It’s almost month 7 now and although Astarion missed out for a few months- your daughter and him are already peas in a pod.

You disagree with Astarion? Kick. If you pick a book that doesn’t interest him? Kick. You get hormonal, angry, and Astarion sounds even slightly sad? You bet you are gonna be running to the bathroom to throw up. She’s a spiteful fucking kid and you cannot catch a break. You are the one carrying her and yet!

You suppose you can’t blame her though. You don’t want to give him any reason to leave anymore than she does. You know Astarion won’t leave again, but that worry is also silently there.

“Darling,” Astarion whispers, “come look at this atrocity.”

Astarion scrunches up his nose and picks up one of the other baby outfits. He looks at you with a “really?” and shows you a piece of fabric fashioned into a onesie with “Selune Loves Me”. You don’t even bother to suppress your snort of laughter.

“I have a horrible feeling that Shadowheart will be buying that for Eowyn,” you sigh.

“Oh no- not if I can help it!” Astarion puts the onesie back (he even folds it), “our kid is going to be a raging atheist and I will have it no other way!”

“And if she decides to be a cleric or a paladin?”

Astarion grumbles a “well that’s different” under his breath. He opens the door for you and bows dramatically as you walk through it. Astarion’s smile is brighter than the sun when you giggle.

“I’m glad you are willing to support all possible life paths, Star,” you tease.

“I will eventually convince her to change her mind,” he muses, “we’ll begin putting swords and instruments in front of her and hope she turns out better than Volo.”

You huff at him and roll your eyes. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you continued the rest of your date.

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You are laying in your bed- remaining absolutely still. Astarion seems like he is still sleeping?

Whatever sick fuck keeps adding spice into your life, has gifted you an incredibley real sex dream with Astarion. Again.

You told yourself you were going to behave- certainly not because you want to. It’s out of respect for Astarion and his boundaries. You don’t know what he’s been up to or if he would even want to while you look like this.

Oh wonderful- tears.

The hardest part of this whole pregnancy nonsense is that you don’t feel good about yourself or how you look. You didn’t necessarily have the best self esteem to start with, but your body changing in front of you almost every day wasn’t helping. You know your hips have gotten slightly wider and your breasts have gotten bigger. You try to be active as much as possible so you feel some control and you eat as healthy as you possibly can without lacking nutrients, but none of it felt like enough. You feel disgusting.

Your silent tears fall down your cheeks as you suppress your pitiful sniffling. If you close your eyes, you’ll eventually fall asleep. That’s what you usually do and that’s what you did when Astarion was gone. Sleep heals everything.

Maybe your body has finally had enough of pushing all of the discomfort back. All those feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and not like yourself are ripping you apart at the seams as they rush to your eyes.

You begin to move away from Astarion- deciding it would be better for you to sit in your little rocking chair and read for a bit. There is no reason to make yourself upset over something you can’t change. Your pregnancy will be over soon enough anyhow.

“Darling?”

Astarion’s voice pierces the silence and his fingers are clinging to your shirt as if to keep you there.

You clear your throat, “yes my Star?”

“Where are you going?”

Astarion sounds incredibly worried. It’s been hard for him to see you when you are sick or when you are obviously picking yourself apart in the mirror. Astarion is constantly worrying about your vertigo and you walking around without him or Shadowheart to catch you.

You told him that his worry isn’t necessary and that you would let him know if you were feeling dizzy or like you were going to pass out. You don’t want to bring harm to yourself or your child.

“I know you know your body, Darling,” Astarion says with his shoulders slumped and a slight frown on his lips, “I have no right to tell you what you can or cannot do, but please, my Love. I just found you again. I can’t even fathom the idea of-“

Astarion had broken down sobbing, then you began to cry, and then Eowyn was kicking so you caved and promised to let him know if you were leaving the room.

You roll over to look at him and his eyebrows raise in alarm. You hastily run the tears away and smile.

“I was just going to sit on the rocking chair.”

Astarion just squints at you and you avoid his gaze- looking up out the window.

“The moon is very pret-“

“Tav, why were you crying?”

Dammit. It’s the “I’m serious” Astarion voice.

“Oh uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I just had an interesting dream and it led to interesting thoughts- then TADA pregnancy hormones.”

Astarion flashes you a teasing smile before ghosting his lips over yours.

“Oh I am very aware of these ‘interesting’ dreams of yours, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me to re-enact a few.”

Your heart stops momentarily and you blink a couple times. There is no way you heard that correctly. You begin to tear up and Astarion’s brows furrow in concern.

“You don’t want that,” you say in a low voice, a stray tear rolls down your cheek, “I look disgusting.”

His lips are on yours in an instance- a whimper leaves your lips as you feel a warm stirring between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately your body wants him- craves him. Being kissed like this by him again is a blessing.

“I wish you would stop trying to guess what I want when it comes to you,” he sighs against your lips, “and I wish you could see how beautiful you are- all the time.”

“My body has just changed so much- to me anyway,” you whisper, “I worry that I’m not attractive to you anymore.”

Astarion grabs your hand with his and guides you down to the front of his underwear- opening your hand so that you palm against his erection. You blush furiously when he forces your eyes to meet his with his other hand. His pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you anymore?”

“No,” you whisper shyly.

“I want you desperately,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “As I always have.”

You feel embarrassed by the sigh of relief that leaves your mouth upon his confession. You want to be with him this way so badly it hurts. You hesitantly wrap your leg around his hip and you pull him in for a kiss.

Astarion’s lips are soft against yours. You keep a slow pace- unsure of how far he would be willing to go.

You find out pretty quickly when you feel his hands find your underwear- tearing away the fabric completely. You pout against his lips playfully.

“I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs, my Love.”

“But-“

The breath leaves your body when you feel his fingers begin to play with your clit. Astarion roughly presses the pads of his fingers against your clit- the additional friction making you keen in pleasure.

Astarion starts to pull away and your hands find purchase in his hair- pulling him back to you. Your desperation spurs him on and your lips are crashing against each other at a fast pace.

You feel him pull you back by your hair, making you look at him- you open your mouth to protest, but then you feel one of his fingers slide into you. Astarion pushes himself all the way into you with his finger until his palm is teasing your already sensitive clit. He must realize how ready you are for him because he enters a second finger and then a third shortly after.

The feeling of his fingers inside of you are intoxicating and the way he is looking at you is even more so. Your moans are on display for him to see- Astarion’s hand in your hair has yet to loosen as he finger fucks you relentlessly.

“So good, so perfect,” he says, “and I’m the only one who will ever have the pleasure of breeding you.”

Astarion’s words rip something inside of you open- you begin to clench around his fingers hard as your climax sinks into your body. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

It probably is- if you are being entirely honest to yourself. Astarion looks ethereal under the moonlight that floods the room. His curls are mussed up a bit from sleep, his lips turned upward and slightly parted as he watched you be overtaken with pleasure.

Astarion leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and moves your hair out of your face. He sits up and pulls you onto his lap and traces the veins in your neck down to your collarbones. His hands meet in the middle to unlace your shirt all while making eye contact the entire time.

“Gods,” Astarion whispers as he kisses down your chest, “you are exquisite, my Love.”

You must have forgotten what it was like to be under Astarion’s lustful hands and loving gaze. Your dreams were nowhere like this.

You whine at the skin contact and you feel yourself clench around nothing. The feeling of his cold fingers running along your skin- how they tease and pinch your sensitive nipples. Astarion’s word of praise alone are enough to get you off.

“So needy.”

Astarion takes one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth- sucking and grazing it with his fangs. His other hand begins to trail downward as grinds his erection up into your unclothed, soaking folds.

“Have you missed me, Darling?” Astarion coos, “has no one else been able to make you feel this way since I’ve been gone?”

You know exactly what he is asking.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “because my hands are nowhere as skilled as yours.”

Astarion’s laughter fills the air and your body with joy. His hand moves to release his erection from his underwear. You gasp at the sight and your hand immediately goes downwards- you feel him growl against your breast when you swipe your finger through some of his precum.

You look down and his eyes are on yours as you put your finger between your lips, licking it clean.

Astarion moves his attention from your breasts- pulling you by your hair down to his mouth so he can taste himself on you. The other hand lines him up with your entrance before pulling you down by your hips at the same time he thrusts upward.

You see stars as Astarion grazes that perfect spot inside of you. His hands had untangled from your hair a while ago, both of his hands guiding your hips down so that you continue to take his full length.

“Astar- I’m going to- fuck,” you cry out as his fingers find your clit again.

“You are going to what, my Dear? I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” he says teasingly, his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench harder and harder.

“I- I,” your eyes roll in the back of your head as you pitch forward, putting your face in the crook of his neck. Your moans reverberate through the room- your voice is almost guttural from the intense amount of pleasure you are experiencing.

Astarion’s orgasm followed yours quickly- his moans coming out ragged and incoherent as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

You kiss his cheek, along his cheek bone, and then back until you are in the crook of his neck again.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on,” Astarion says fondly, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Star,” your blissfully fucked body relaxes against his.

You don’t remember when you began to fall asleep or when Astarion repositioned you so that you were spooning. The only thing you can recall is Astarion kissing your shoulder, neck, and behind your ear while whispering his gratitude and love for you into your skin.

[tsaritza-mika]

Tav: -Lovingly watching Astarion after a long day-

Astarion: PUT THAT DAMN SMILE AWAY!! IT'S A GODS DAMNED TRIPPING HAZARD, AND I AM FALLING FOR YOU!!

Tav: I love you so much, Astarion <3

Astarion: WOULD YOU QUIT BEING SO TENDER AND GENTLE, YOU RADIANT BITCH!!

[sugarhog-au]

was on a weird roll last night and did some redesigning. just sketches for now

[dynamyte16]

Quick night sketch

[azyexia1]

Starry Serenity (Astarion)

Summary: You (Tav) & Astarion go on a gate within the city of Baldur's Gate.

Word Count: 378.

Pairing: Astarion & Gender Neutral reader.

Warnings: None this is just a cute little fluffy scenario :3

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In the bustling city of Baldur's Gate, a sense of serenity had settled over the once chaotic streets. Astarion, once a vampire trapped in his own darkness, had achieved a newfound freedom. No longer bound by his vampiric nature, he and Tav, the valiant leader who had stood by his side through thick and thin, found themselves in an unexpected moment of tranquility.

On a mild evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Astarion nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt. He stood outside a quaint little café, its tables adorned with flickering candles that danced with a gentle breeze. He had asked Tav out on a date, and though he had faced enemies more terrifying than he could count, asking Tav had been a feat that rivaled any battle.

Tav arrived, a smile gracing their features as they spotted Astarion waiting. Their eyes met, and Astarion felt his heart skip a beat. Tav's presence had always brought him a sense of calm, and yet, in this moment, he was acutely aware of how much they meant to him.

"Hey," Tav greeted, the warmth of their voice melting away Astarion's nerves.

"Hello," Astarion replied, offering a half-smile that he hoped concealed his jumbled emotions.

They were led to a cozy corner table, where the soft glow of candles illuminated their faces. The menu lay between them, but their gazes remained locked on each other. Astarion cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Ahem, I must confess, I'm not quite as familiar with dining establishments that don't involve draining blood," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle.

Tav chuckled in response, their laughter like a melody that eased Astarion's nerves. "Well, lucky for you, this place doesn't serve blood. Just delicious food and drinks."

Astarion relaxed into the conversation, and as they shared stories and laughter, he found himself opening up in ways he hadn't before. Tav listened with genuine interest, their eyes never leaving his face. It was a feeling of vulnerability he had never experienced as a vampire, and yet, he realized he wouldn't trade it for anything.

After dinner, they took a leisurely stroll through the moonlit streets of Baldur's Gate. Astarion couldn't help but steal glances at Tav, who seemed to glow in the soft illumination. They stopped by a small park, where a clear view of the starlit sky unfolded above them.

"It's beautiful," Tav said, their gaze fixed on the celestial display.

Astarion looked at Tav, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words. "Indeed, it is. But you, Tav, you outshine even the brightest stars."

Tav turned to him, their cheeks tinged with a blush. "You have quite the way with words, Astarion."

He reached for Tav's hand, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. "Only when I'm speaking the truth."

As they stood there, hand in hand, beneath the canopy of stars, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them. The scars of their pasts had shaped them, but in this moment, they were just two individuals connecting in the simplest yet most profound way.

In the city that had seen its fair share of darkness, Astarion and Tav had found a light that illuminated the path ahead. Their date was a new beginning, a chapter written in the tapestry of their shared journey. And as they gazed at the stars, they couldn't help but wonder what other adventures awaited them in this unpredictable world.

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Again, let me know if you have any scenarios you would like me to write about this gorgeous boy.

[graveyartblog]

wizards

[anyadarlingsdomain]

Commission by: crossing_cosmos (IG) ✨✨

꧁•⊹• 𝘈𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘯í𝘯 •⊹•꧂

꧁ 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 & 𝙸𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 ꧂

[ganglie-lover]

[morrch]

Talene and Astar

fanart I've done last year for the in-game event 

[old-generation-area]

ヴェルディアはやっぱりこの二人が好きー　トリシアさんも描きたい……

[ayakkabitasarimi]

YÜZ VE GAMBANIN BİRLEŞTİRİLMESİ

Yüz ve Gambanın Birleştirilmesi Nedir?

Yüz ve gambanın birleştirilmesi hakkında bilgiler: Astar ve Yüzü Birleştirirken Dikkat Edilecek Noktalar - Astar ve yüz dikilirken rodanın astar ve yüz üzerinde olmasına dikkat edilir. Read the full article

[fandomtrashbag]

Facebook is riddled with different opinions about this but like like-- kink aside, the "good ending" for him is and always will be leaving him Unascended. He's been emotionally sexually physically verbally abused. He spends his whole arc being hellbent on revenge against Cazador. Cazador himself was extremely rebellious of his own master, Vellioth. He too, was once human and now is the monster we know in BG3. There's no doubt in my mind that Astarion would follow his footsteps.

BG3 also has a huge facet on the value of souls. You see it in your first conversation with Withers/Jergal. He even comments on the existence of Mind Flayers having souls. Don't quote me on this, but I do recall reading in a lore book for D&D that becoming a full-vampire entails Astarion losing his soul. He also becomes insanely power-hungry and wants to take over the world. Just like Cazador, he is now fully a monster. What kind of person that goes through trauma like he has doesn't want the power for nobody to hurt them like that ever again? I know I'd love that sort of power. But if it came at a price like Astarion's, even if my head was clouded I too would thank anyone that persuaded me otherwise.

[astarsposts]

Que relajante... 💜

[dynamyte16]

my gay oc’s

Astar (right)

Oceania (left)

I love them so much, I love my lesbian babies💗

[bellassoblr]

the boyz

[graveyartblog]

GO TEAM SEAFOAM!!! I may not be very active during the first week, BUT WE'LL CRASH OVER STARDUST LIKE A TIDAL WAVE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA