#Baldurs Gate III

[oncasette]

elfsong tavern — "why are you mad?" "i'm not mad, i just think you can choose better people to kiss." with our baby astarion ᰔ

𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡

spawn!astarion x fem!reader, very brief gale x fem!reader

summary: 1.2k

“I’m not angry,” he bites before his voice falls to a whisper. “I just think you have better options when it comes to choosing who to celebrate your heroic victory with, is all.”

You laugh. You honest to gods laugh and Astarion can’t fight the heat trailing up to the tips of his ears. “What?”

or the one where astarion gets a little jealous at the tiefling party.

a/n: i know this was supposed to be a blurb but i got a tad carried away. oops?

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Ugh, Gale.

Astarion honestly shouldn’t care, shouldn’t let this bother him to the degree at which it is. Watching the wizard schmooze you all evening should be the least of his worries, but his eyes ache under the force he’d used to roll them to the back of his head and his scowl is starting to become permanently etched into his face. He doesn’t care, he decides. Tells himself it’s the vinegary wine that’s marred his evening, not the way you’re hanging onto every cheesy word no doubt dripping from the wizard’s tongue. 

Because, why would he care? Why would he have any feelings about the obnoxious flirting in front of him, lesser that, why would he have any feelings about you and your obviously poor courting choices. He bites his tongue as he watches Gale’s head tilt. The sharp twinge of blood, his own, this time, sparks through his mouth when he notices the way you’ve mirrored the other man’s posture. He scoffs inwardly, but he doesn’t make the inclination of turning away from the display. Instead, he watches the way your eyes twinkle just a bit. The way you seem to be holding in the breathiest of laughs, your fingers dancing up Gale’s robes to rest on his bicep. The blasted wizard’s hand beneath your chin. 

Then, for a millisecond at best, your gaze flickering over toward him. Something hot flushes through him. His jaw clenches, teeth clanging together violently, as he watches your lips meet. This shouldn’t bother him the way it does. He has no claim over you, not even sure he has the true desire to, to own you in that way. Not yet, at least. Just because you’d been kind enough to lend him your neck on some evenings, that shouldn’t send something akin to fire seething through his bones. 

He sets his goblet down on the table outside of his tent, suddenly far less in the mood for whatever celebration the refugees were hosting in your camp. He yanks the rope holding his tent flap open shut behind him as he retreats into solitude. His head is reeling, jaw sore, fangs prickly with the desire to bite down on something. He lies back on his bedroll and jams his fingers against his temples in an attempt to get the dull throbbing to subside. Astarion doesn’t notice his tent being opened until he hears your voice.

“Are you alright?” you ask delicately and he nearly snarls. He bites down on it before it has a chance to really present itself to you. 

“Flap’s closed for a reason, darling,” he grunts. “But, please, disturb my brooding.”

He elects not to look at you, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

“Is the party that bad?” you ask as you continue to linger at the entrance. He can almost see you now, fingers twiddling with themselves and your posture hunched. He almost wants to laugh. He would have, had it not been for the other emotion currently clogging his system.

Astarion grunts in response.

“They’re celebrating you, too, you know,” you offer, shuffling until you’ve seated yourself at the edge of his bedroll. 

“Are they now?” he gasps dramatically, fluttering his eyes open just enough to shoot a look at you. His eyes are hooded, brows furrowed. You nod in response and he thinks he wants to scream when you offer him one of those saccharine grins. He used to think those were reserved for him. How wrong he was.

“Why are you so upset?” you ask. Your brow stitches together in worry. “You seemed perfectly cheerful earlier.”

“You mean when we were in the throes of slaughtering our weight in goblins?” he chirps. You nod, reaching a hand out to graze his but deciding better of it halfway there.

“What is it? Why are you angry?” you ask after a beat of silence. 

“I’m not angry,” he bites before his voice falls to a whisper. “I just think you have better options when it comes to choosing who to celebrate your heroic victory with, is all.”

You laugh. You honest to gods laugh and Astarion can’t fight the heat trailing up to the tips of his ears. “What?”

He sneers. The audacity.

“Spending your evening with Gale,” he huffs, the scowl returning to his lips. “Lots of other perfectly fine companions you could’ve chosen to spend your evening with. Hells, even the refugees were bidding for your time, but no. You chose to celebrate your victory with the wizard.”

Your fingers prod the tip of his inflamed ear and he wretches back with horror. His face flushes a deeper shade of burgundy. 

“You’re jealous.”

“Ha! Of Gale? Hardly.”

“You could have come and talked to me yourself.”

“And ruin the wizard’s first attempt at getting laid?” 

You look down at him, something stern attempting to mask the mirth dancing around in your eyes.

“He was just being friendly,” you huff.

“You are disastrously blind, darling,” he says, slowly sitting up on the bedroll and tucking his criss-crossing his legs. “That was not a kiss amongst friends.”

“So, you are upset about the kiss,” you say, nearly sounding victorious. You lean forward until your noses are nearly touching. Asterion's ears tilt down, something a little softer glinting through his crimson gaze. 

This was not how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to seduce you, entrance you, lure you into the woods for something far more carnal than this. He was losing ground here, and fast. 

“I-” 

Something clicks into place in his brain.

His palm comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up as his posture lengthens. His eyes thin out, hooding his gaze under a haze of lust. He muffles the laugh that crawls up his throat as he watches your eyes seem to glaze just a bit. Yes.

“My sweet,” he purrs. “Was this all just a ploy for my attention? Did you play with the poor wizard’s feelings because you knew I was watching?”

He can taste the hesitation on your tongue. He inhales, body alight with something else now entirely. Your breath hitches and he licks the point of his fang in anticipation.

“Hm?” he taunts.

“N-no,” you stutter out. You feel off-balance, tossed about in the sudden change in the atmosphere.

“No?” he clicks his tongue. He leans in closer. His mouth is a hair's breadth away from yours and you taste utterly divine already. Eyes closing, he brushes his lips across yours, but never fully bridges the gap.

“No.”

“Then whyever are you sitting so prettily in my tent right now? Far, far away from the wizard’s precious kisses,” he sighs. His tongue peeks out. Just a taste, he decides. Your own eyes close, hands trembling in your lap. Your only response is a sharp gasp as Astarion kisses you fully, mouth slanting over yours in a way that has rational thought escaping you completely. His brow furrows as he presses in further. 

Perfect, he thinks. Perfect, perfect, perfect. He’s got you right where he wants you.

You whine into him and he has to fight the urge of biting down into your plush bottom lip. He lets you lead, to an extent. Lets you pull away when you’re ready, lets you rest your forehead against his as you catch your breath. Lets your fingers find his as you lean in for another taste.

Yes, he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Though, he’s not entirely sure his motivations for keeping you there are the same as they were when he started.

[cvntsucker]

[corgink]

I’vefallenmadlyinlovewithhimhelpmeplease

Calling this done before I start overthinking it. Honestly I’m extremely proud of this study. I’m not used to painting. Usually do lineart of some sort. I hope to continue getting better at this style.

[moonselune]

Rolan introducing male tav to his family? i think it would be so cute how they would all tease him

Awww yesss i love a little bit of rolan

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Rolan x M!reader | Meeting the Siblings

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The sun hung low over Baldur's Gate as you approached Ramazith's Tower alongside Rolan. The tiefling mage, typically composed and confident, seemed a touch jittery, smoothing his robes more times than was necessary and glancing at you for reassurance.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you said with a chuckle, elbowing him lightly. “I’m not going to mess this up.”

Rolan exhaled through his nose, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s not you I’m worried about,” he admitted. “It’s Cal and Lia. They’re…” He hesitated. “Intense.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Intense how?”

“You’ll see.”

The tower loomed before you, its door swinging open to reveal a warmly lit interior. Before you even had time to admire the space, a whirlwind of energy came barreling down the stairs.

“Rolan!” a female voice called out, excitement laced with mischief. A younger tiefling—Lia, you assumed—rushed forward and threw her arms around her brother. Close behind her was Cal, the taller and calmer of the siblings, though his sharp grin betrayed an equally mischievous streak.

“Well, well, well,” Cal drawled, his golden eyes locking on you. “Who’s this? Didn’t think our dear brother was capable of charming someone this… delightful.”

Rolan groaned, gently prying Lia off him. “Can we skip the dramatics for once?”

“No chance,” Lia said, stepping closer to you with a grin that mirrored her brother’s. “So, you’re the one who’s managed to put up with our dear Rolan?”

“I’d like to think it’s more than just ‘putting up,’” you replied, matching her grin.

“Oh, I like him,” Lia said immediately, turning to Cal. “He’s got a sense of humor. What do you think?”

Cal pretended to inspect you, stroking his chin theatrically. “A little too nice, maybe. What’s your angle?”

“Cal,” Rolan growled, his cheeks darkening with embarrassment.

“Relax, Rolan,” you said, putting a hand on his arm. “They’re just testing me.” You turned back to Cal with a mock-serious expression. “My angle is that I find your brother irresistibly charming. Does that pass your test?”

Lia let out a bark of laughter, and even Cal chuckled. “Irresistibly charming,” he repeated, glancing at Rolan. “Who knew?”

“I certainly didn’t,” Lia added, smirking.

Rolan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” you reassured him, leaning in slightly. “They’re great.”

“And so are you,” Lia said, clasping her hands together. “Seriously, Rolan, how did you manage this? Did you use magic? Bribery?”

“Neither,” Rolan said stiffly, though his ears burned bright. “They happen to like me for who I am.”

“Which is baffling,” Cal said with mock astonishment.

Rolan muttered something under his breath about never bringing you anywhere again, but you could see the fondness in his eyes as his siblings continued their playful banter.

“Okay, okay,” you said, holding up a hand. “I get it. Rolan’s lucky to have me, right?”

“Exactly!” Lia said, pointing at you.

“But you’re also lucky to have him,” Cal added, his tone turning more sincere. “He’s not so bad once you get past the grumpy exterior.”

“True,” Lia agreed. “He’s actually pretty great.”

Rolan looked genuinely touched, though he quickly masked it with a gruff, “Can we stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

“Fine,” Lia said with an exaggerated sigh. She turned to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But if he ever gets on your nerves, you come to us. We’ve got plenty of embarrassing stories to share.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, laughing.

As the evening went on, the teasing gave way to genuine warmth. Rolan’s siblings welcomed you wholeheartedly, and though they never stopped poking fun at their brother, it was clear how much they adored him—and how glad they were that he had someone like you in his life.

Later, as you and Rolan walked back to your camp, he glanced at you with a small, grateful smile.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?” you asked, bumping his shoulder playfully.

“For putting up with them. And with me.” You stopped walking and turned to face him.

“Rolan,” you said, taking his hand in yours, “I don’t put up with you. I’m here because I want to be.”

His cheeks flushed again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

You grinned. “I’ve heard that a lot tonight. Maybe it’s true.”

He huffed a laugh, pulling you into a rare, unguarded kiss. And for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, the teasing and laughter of his siblings fading into a memory you’d cherish forever.

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[skatik]

more studies with astarion!!

[precious-little-bhaalbabe]

Owlbear Cub: “You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you, because you are my friend :>”

My good Durge, crying: “He’s just like me fr. He’s everything I strive to be.”

[loulouhattie]

🔥🔥🔥Careful soldier. If I burn any hotter, I might explode 🔥🔥🔥

mother sorry mother sorry mama k sorry mama k 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

3.5 hrs in procreate

ref is Xinia (link below)

[naomistares]

dame aylin the woman that you are....

dame aylin..? more like daammmnnn aylin 😻

[thetinyscald-blog]

she do be hitting that yoinky sploinky

[cheesy-cryptid]

I love themmm ( pt. 1 | pt. 2)

[shiversdownyourspleen]

[cvntsucker]

[bloodsuckingfiends]

Astarion likes missionary sex. Likes being able to see his love’s face and the way their body reacts to his.

He loves being able to lace his fingers with theirs, and press their hands to the mattress. It grounds him just as much as the steady eye contact does. Doesn’t matter if he has to coax them into it, murmuring “eyes on me, darling” as he rolls his hips into theirs.

He loves the way he can hold them close to his chest as he comes with their thighs wrapped around him, completely engulfed in one another.

[shivawalkerart]

"I like her. She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety,should the need arise."

[moonselune]

She made them a sticker chart <3

(It’s got sticky bloody fingerprints on it)

Inspired by this and @herleaf ‘s comment x

[sarii-draws]

Delicate Hunger