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astarioffsimpmain · 2 months ago
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Cozy Up with: Ascended Astarion
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[Autumn Photography by: coldoctober]
[Ascendant Photography by: @brabblesblog]
Author's Note:
This week's Cozy Up is inspired by "Whither is thy beloved gone?" and its sequels by @brabblesblog! Her Ascended Astarion is definitely my favorite rendition of him, and it was her series that inspired me to give the Ascendant a chance. So that version of him is written here! So thank you for the inspiration, Ban! It got just a liiiittle horny. I promise I tried to reign him in.
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“Darling,” he murmured softly against the shell of your ear. You gasped quietly, every movement, every touch, every sound a new sensation. The silk blindfold over your eyes was caressed by a skilled finger, the lids of your eyes outlined tenderly before the faint pressure disappeared. “Do you know where we are?” His voice lilted in your ear and you smiled. This was a new game he liked to play: take away a sense and have you guess something. 
You tuned in to the senses you still had, the vampiric blood in you pumping more fervently as you honed your focus in on your surroundings. Rustling; clothes? No. People? No… leaves. Yes. Then you heard them: crickets in the distance, chirping over the palace wall. Yet, you stood on concrete. The breeze picked up ever so slightly and brushed the gauzy sleeve of your gown against your skin, so soft that it tickled. Were you in the greenhouse? No, there would be servants still there at this hour. Save for the sounds of nature and your lover's breath in your ear, it was silent. 
You smiled again and turned to face him. “The balcony of the garden,” you said, and heard his chuckle before you felt nimble fingers removing the blindfold. As the fabric fell away, he came into your view; your magnifiscentlove, grinning down at you. 
“Very good, my love. You're getting better. You'll have masterful control of those lovely powers of yours in no time at all.” He quirked an eyebrow in amusement and you laughed in return. 
“So, why are we here, Astarion?” Your gaze swept the garden below, your discerning eyes not catching onto his plans just yet. 
“Well, my sweet, come and see.” With this, he turned from you and made his way to the grand staircase that would spiral down onto the garden path below. He turned halfway back to you with expectation and you stepped up even with him. He held out his hand, and you took it, the warmth of his soft skin easing the chill of yours. He guided you down the steps with all the grace of a perfect gentleman and once you reached the bottom, he twirled you around before pulling you under his arm and turning your chin in the direction of his secret. 
You gasped again, your surprise etched into every feature. “Astarion,” you breathed. “It's beautiful!” You felt him straighten up beside you and knew he was positively preening. Before you was a host of flickering lights under a canopy of leaves and branches, with a small table and two chairs pulled up on one side. There was a feast laid out for two places, yours of which you knew had been cooked with the freshest blood possible; Astarion never allowed any less. 
“Our anniversary is soon,” he whispered in your ear, placing tender kisses along the shell and sending shivers down your spine. 
“It’s a month away, my love.” you chuckled.
“All the more reason to begin the celebration now,” he replied, his lips continuing to make a path down your neck, paying special attention to your sensitive bite marks. You sighed and gave him better access, expecting more, but all at once, his warm lips were gone and you were left in suspense. You huffed and he chuckled. “Come, darling, our dinner is getting cold.” He took your hand once more and let you to your chair, which he pulled out for you with a flourish. You smiled and sat, watching his graceful movements as he took his place next to you. “To us, and our eternal love and glory.” He raised his goblet towards you and you returned the gesture.
“To us, and to a love that will never die.” You gently clanked your goblet against his and took a sip of the rich red blood. “Mmm, I know this taste,” you hummed, taking another sip to swirl on your tongue. You shot a bemused glance up at your husband, whose grin could rival the Chessire cat’s. 
“Oh?” was his only response.
“Mhm. I usually procure it more… intimately,” you teased, raising your lover's free hand to kiss the tip of each finger.
“Well, I always have more to spare,” he murmured, growing close enough to kiss the tip of your nose. 
“Mm, I thought dinner would grow cold,” you said, pulling back and turning your attention to the delicious food in front of you. Only Astarion could somehow manage to find a way to make real food enjoyable to your vampiric palette again. 
“Ah, right you are, my sweet,” he agreed smoothly. But you felt his fingers ghosting along your thigh as you both continued your meal. 
“So my husband can still focus on more than one thing at a time,” you chortled quietly, satisfaction blooming in your stomach when those nimble digits wrapped around your upper thigh in warning.
“I can, my love, shall I remind you just how proficient I am at it?” 
“Hmm…” you pondered, taking a couple more bites of juicy meat. “Can anyone hear us out here?”
Astarion chuckled dangerously, his hand sliding further up your thigh. “I can make certain they do.” 
“My love, I would expect nothing less.”
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carooosa · 7 months ago
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Bound by You: Love is Power, Love is Weakness
Part 1: Exposure (rewrite)
Full series here
Word count: 1.5k Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ascended Astarion x AFAB Resist Durge/Reader Warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, ear play, violence against an NPC AO3 link: Exposure
Summary: Astarion can exert his control/power as he maintains composure while fucking you, and while he may not be as strict with his council when doing so, the harshness behind his actions is still there. But when you torture him by making him moan in front of everyone who is beneath him? Not only will it show him weak, but it’ll show his weakness.
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It’s another boring day as a consort while you sit on your lover’s bare lap, slowly rolling your hips into him. Ever since the ascension, Astarion has refused to let you out of his sight for too long, always wanting to have some part of him touching you. It upset you, at first, having to sit in on all of the dreadful conferences and dull discussions. But as always, Astarion made sure that it was worth your time.
He’s droning on about some inaccuracies in recent reports he’s received and his fingers dig into your hips as the proprietor of the counting-house stumbles out an excuse. You can’t help but giggle when you picture the proprietor trembling as he tries to talk his way out of this mess. You remember his name being quite the joke as well, something like Sparkleboard or Glimmerbrook.
“Rakath Glitterbeard,” Astarion barks at the dwarf before berating him for his inadequacies. He shoots you a mischievous glance, confirming that he too is bored with this meeting, so much so that his mind had wandered into your own.
Of course the poor sod’s name was something ridiculous. If he was going to have a name as awful as that, he should just change it to Goldcoin or something similar. At least then it’d have relevance to his job.
Astarion pinches your hips in an attempt to stifle any laughter that may come out, and you yelp in surprise. You look at your lover and notice the slightest crinkle in the corner of his eyes. The ramblings from Rakath stop, and Astarion’s head snaps towards him. “Have you run out with excuses already, Glitterbeard? Or have you simply come to your senses and decide to own up to your shortcomings?” Astarion says with a growl.
You turn your head as well, excited to see what’s about to unfold. The dwarf readjusts his collar before clearing his throat, and the idiot decides to speak up against your Lord.
With the arrogance of a little kid, he says, “No, Lord Astarion, I just noticed that you seem to be preoccupied and thought I would wait until you regain focus.”
Astarion scoffs and you feel him grab onto your ass with one hand as he stands up and kicks back the chair he was sitting on. With his other hand, he pushes off all the paperwork that lay strewn about the desk. He sets you on the edge of the table before pushing you down so that your back is against the hardwood. He stares directly at that insufferable banker as he begins to thrust into you – hard.
“What was that about losing focus?” Astarion says with a crazed look in his eyes.
Rakath’s face turns bright red as he tries to stammer out a response, but it’s no use, as Astarion has already made up his mind.
“Silence. Pick up those documents and put them back on the table – in their correct order. After that, you will redo all of this week’s reports, as well as the last 4 month’s as well.” Astarion is interrupted by a noise of disapproval, his frustration reaching its highest point today. “I said silence. Perhaps you’ve forgotten how that tongue of yours works, shall I cut it out and show you?”
Rakath drops to the floor and begins frantically gathering the papers, all the while Astarion continues to slam into you with reckless abandon as he addresses the rest of the meeting attendees. 
“Do I need to remind everyone that you’re in the presence of the Vampire Ascendant? I am more powerful than you could possibly comprehend, yet you wager your lowly lives just to make some ridiculous point. I could replace you with the snap of my fingers and no one would even care. I keep you around because I couldn’t be damned to get rid of you – however, give me enough of a reason and I’ll put the dungeon to use.”
You weren’t sure exactly how or when it started, but whenever Astarion would get annoyed or pissed off during a meeting he would yank you closer and begin to fuck you, right there, in front of everyone. Somehow he was able to maintain composure as he catered to your needy whines, asserting his dominance over the room while he dominated you. He always took care of you, and one day, you got the brilliant idea to care for him in return.
You’re once again sat on your lover’s lap with his cock buried deep inside you. His nose is deep in a document, a contract with an architect from Neverwinter, and his shoulders are tensed. You delicately reach your hands behind his shoulders to start massaging the knots. He doesn’t acknowledge you save for a quick twitch in his ears, so you push harder, hoping to alleviate some of the stress the Vampire Lord must feel. Moving up to his neck, you meticulously knead every knot you find, humming a soft melody as each point of tension slowly comes undone. When you finish giving him a massage, one of your hands slightly brushes against his ear, causing a shutter to ripple through Astarion.
You quickly look at his face and notice his lips part, a silent moan leaving them. Interesting, you think to yourself, and you slowly reach out to stroke his ear.
You watch as Astarion gasps, eyes fluttering closed in contentment, the contract falling from his hands. He desperately tries to regain control by focusing on his breath. You caress the helix of his ear and his breathing hitches before a pleased sigh escapes his mouth and he leans into your touch. His hands move to your back to stabilize you as he begins to roll his hips, ever so slightly fucking you.
He looks so beautiful like this, you think to yourself. Astarion’s eyes are hooded when he opens them again, and if your heart was still beating, you’re positive it would’ve skipped a beat.
You can tell from his posture that he’s about to move your hand away, and the mind-link connection you share confirms that. The Vampire Ascendant has an image to upkeep, and he can’t show any vulnerability outside of the bed chambers. He starts to shift in his seat when suddenly, you take his ear lobe in your mouth. He mindlessly bucks his hips forward and grasps the armrests of his chair, splintering the wood. You nibble on the lobe, pressing and flicking your tongue against the soft skin.
He can vaguely see in his peripherals the guests from Neverwinter glance at each other and shift in their seats. One of them clears their throat and Astarion tries again to regain his poise but all he can think about is your lips on his ear. You roll your hips and gingerly reach out to his other ear, pinching and rubbing the tip. A quiet moan starts in the back of Astarion’s throat as you coo at him, telling him that he’s such a good lord, so strong, incredibly smart, your love. All the meeting attendants can do is watch as the Vampire Ascendant comes undone beneath your touch.
Astarion is panting as you whisper sweet nothings in between giving attention to his ears. You bite down on the flesh in your mouth – harsh enough to draw blood – and moan from the sweet ichor that flows into your body. The nobility that would usually cower at the mention of the vampire lord’s name now sit watching, unable to do anything in fear of retaliation. One of the younger nobles, the son of the architect, begins to slowly stroke his fingers against his strained trousers.
Within seconds, Astarion barks an order.
“Stop.”
You pause, concerned that you may have gone too far. Before you can ask if you did something wrong, you’re sat alone on the chair while Astarion is on his feet and holding the young man by his throat. He raises the boy above his head and dangles him above the table, his claws piercing into his flesh. The architect starts to get out of his seat but a nearby guest stops him.
“You fucking degenerate. How dare you please yourself while looking at my consort,” Astarion bellows.
The boy is unable to respond as blood fills his throat, causing him to suffocate. Astarion slowly closes his grip around his neck, watching as the architect’s son struggles to pull his nails out. The boy stops thrashing, the life drained from his eyes as his body goes limp.
Astarion continues to hold the corpse in the air as he addresses his room. “Leave. Now. And if so much as a word of today’s events is whispered outside of this room,” he pauses, throwing the body onto the table where the group congregates, “I will personally hunt each and every one of you.”
A few days later, a rumor silently spreads across Baldur’s Gate. Astarion, the unforgiving and merciless Vampire Ascendant, has a weakness. While many laugh and make jokes about how the powerful tyrant gets turned on with the touch of his ears, a resistance group takes note of his true weakness, and their key to his demise: you.
Part 2 here Full series here
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brabblesblog · 1 month ago
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𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝
The final installment for the serires began by Whither is thy beloved gone?
Five decades after the events of Remember ye not the former thingsLord Astarion Ancuńin and his wife are plunged into a series of events that define the rest of their eternity. Will the threat looming over Astarion be dispelled once and for all, or will the decision they made years ago doom him in the end?
Chapter 7: A reprieve
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Art by Pickled Octopus
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mlarty · 7 months ago
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The Devil's Garden 🌹 🩸 will he paint them red?
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wellen-katze · 5 months ago
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Beware Scratch the dog!
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tsrmarina · 9 months ago
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While finishing up the piece with the dragon spawn I made studies to catch ascended Astarion character essence ✍️ Here’s one of them:
Astarion the Ascended 🖤
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#astarion #baldursgate3 #bg3 #larianstudios
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bearvert · 4 months ago
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Everyone stop what you are doing. Shadow Druid Halsin dropped!
Art by the absolutely amazing baiyameng on Twitter (Or X) (I got the permission to repost the Art here by Baiyameng ♥)
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lopsidedspecs · 7 months ago
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BG3 art dump⭐️
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mstrchu · 9 months ago
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girl help my friends keep trying to do things that will definitely make them insane
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ducancela-a · 10 months ago
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bringing this meme back, just for ascended astarion
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mmothmanners · 3 months ago
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Of course I gotta do Astarion next. And channel his best energy 'Chaotic Drama Queen'.
"I wAs RiGhT tHeRe!!!!"
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thatcerealkiller · 10 months ago
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“My blood thirsty friend.”
🔥 commission by poof on twitter 🔥
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carooosa · 7 months ago
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I got this lovely piece from @marimosalad!! It’s based off my mini AA fic Bound by You: Love is Power, Love is Weakness. I wrote that first chapter and immediately needed to see Sungi doing this to Astarion. I hope you all enjoy my self-indulgent commission!!
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See the full image on Twitter
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brabblesblog · 26 days ago
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𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝
The final installment for the serires began by Whither is thy beloved gone?
Five decades after the events of Remember ye not the former thingsLord Astarion Ancuńin and his wife are plunged into a series of events that define the rest of their eternity. Will the threat looming over Astarion be dispelled once and for all, or will the decision they made years ago doom him in the end?
Chapter 9: Cania
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Art by Thanomluk
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vancunin · 7 months ago
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pani-artz · 1 year ago
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✨BATSTARION BURRITO✨
He seems to like it
Drawing Batstarion gives me so much serotonin❤️❤️😭😭
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