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Delicious Denial - Chapter Ten

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Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (You)

Word Count: 4850 (approx)

Tags: Fluff, eventual smut, domestic fluff, camp life, slow burn romance, sexual tension (A LOT).

WARNING: Graphic smut (hand + mouth stuffs), references to abusive backstory, dirty talk, top Astarion.

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A reimagining of the game's events if Tav had zero magical or fighting ability. But she's still pretty fucked up. 👍

(Lots of comforting camp life content)

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A/N: My posting may be slow, but my chapters are juicy. Enjoy this one, my lovelies. 💖

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Chapter Ten - Hard

Fuck, okay… Fuck…

Your tent walls never felt so transparent. The anxiety and conflict is practically radiating off your skin as the pit in your stomach only gouges deeper. Everything just needs to shut up for a minute, you need to think… But the soft snoring from neighbouring tents and the gentle breeze in the trees has never been more deafening.

Deep breath. Think.

Pros: Astarion wants to fuck you.

Cons: Astarion wants to fuck you.

Okay, that doesn’t really clear things up… Gods, why does it feel so intense? Why can’t it be easy? It seems easy enough for him…

It’s like being a virgin all over again. The thought of him seeing you naked for the first time constricts your throat. You aren’t ashamed of your body, quite the opposite: You relish each wandering gaze you receive, each pair of eyes that struggles to focus on yours. But, here and now, you forget that he’d most likely be naked too. You can only think of his hands on you, feeling and grabbing for things you aren’t ready to give.

Hands have done this before, touched and ripped pants and moans from your lips. Two hands. Hers. And you were so young when that started… Old enough for most, but, not for you. You didn’t even know who you were yet.

So, do you know now? Are you ready, now?

You’re ready for something... You don’t know what it is, how to ask for it or if he’s even capable of giving it to you… So, is it worth the risk? Is it even possible?

Last time was different to what you’re used to, and you loved every moment. You felt things, you did things. It was all on your terms and it grounded you, if only for a moment. But what would this look like? Would you be suffocated by his selfish weight? Would he let you take the lead again? Would you have to fight him for it?

I just want to feel good, like everybody else…

You want it to be possible. Can he really do that? He certainly thinks he can… Gods, he could be fucking terrible, couldn’t he? What a letdown that would be…

Wait… Shit… You could be terrible…

You don’t think you are. But you only have one witness to those talents and she didn’t have… A certain ‘appendage’… The fuck do you even do with one of those? There’s a big difference between humping it through his breeches and having it directly in front of you… You guess…

Okay, whatever, back on track. Are you doing this, or not?

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Are you doing this, or not?

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Are you doing this… Or not…?

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The world outside your tent is cold. You should probably be wearing more than your shirt and small clothes, but is there really any point to putting more clothes on at this point? Your tent flap, flops behind you. The soil beneath you infuses a growing, aching chill into the soles of your feet. You glance at his tent, not far from yours, but far enough to piss you off a little. Hasty steps that grow numb with the cold and…

There it is… And here you are…

The red of his tent, coupled with an emerging candlelight glow, a moving shadow, the slightest sound of a metallic clink and a stroke of parchment.

Deep breath. Sigh.

“Darling…?”

Stop sighing. Stop sighing. “Uh... No…?”

He chuckles softly. “Darling, I know it’s you… Are you coming in?” His voice is warm.

“... Maybe…?”

There’s a pause as he waits for you to decide. “Isn’t it cold, out there…?”

…

“Yes…”

Fuck, okay…

You step closer to the flap of his tent. Hesitating for a moment, you pull it up. Soft flame-light leaks onto the cool, blueish grass. You can’t resist the promise of heat any longer, quickly ducking under and crawling inside. The flap hits your ass on your way in, shoving you the rest of the way, just in case you thought to abort your mission. You scoldingly look back at it as though it were a pushy friend.

“Excellent choice…”

You slowly drag your gaze towards him, and there he is. Shirtless, resting back on one elbow, a cup of wine in hand and a book on his blanket covered lap, grinning mercilessly. He silently appreciates your form: The way your plump thighs expand as you kneel beside him, the way the loose fastenings of your shirt expose your collarbones, and that small triangle of fabric sitting at the apex of your thighs.

Your breathing deepens at the sight of him like this, in a state of almost relaxation. You always knew you were attracted to men as well as women. But, this is a whole other level of attraction. The heat you feel is regardless of gender, you just see something you like. And gods, do you like it…

You need to hurry up and get this over with, before you change your mind. Just have the experience, answer your questions and go.

“So, how are we doing this?” You ask, looking around his tent and avoiding what you really want to see. It isn’t the neatest of tents: Littered with small piles of books and a few bits of clothing he’s found along the way. There’s something else, too. A large fabric lies beside him that might have been white once, but now is stained with enough dirt to render the original colour unrecognisable.

His grin falters a little at your question. “Are you in a rush?” He inspects you, the way your hands fidget as you shrug in response. You’re nervous. It’s unlike you. What happened to the confident, flirty little brat that he’s grown so fond of? He takes a breath and rethinks his approach. He sits up properly, setting his book and wine aside, and shuffling closer. “Darling, why did you come, if you’re so nervous?”

Well, there goes any hope of seeming cool and casual about all of this…

Sighing exasperatedly, your chest finding relief in finally just being honest about your feelings. “Fuck, I don’t know…”

He smiles slightly, seeing your shoulders relax a little. Your hand is lifted into his, forcing you to glance up at him. “Do you actually want this?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. “Yeah, I think so…”

His eyes narrow slightly and his eyes flick over you in suspicion. Then, he grins in slight amusement. “Don’t tell me, you’re a virgin…?”

“What? No! Well… Not exactly.” Those burning red eyes could pierce your soul with how intrigued they are by your answer. “Look, I’ve had sex, alright? Just not… This kind.”

“And what kind is that, my darling?”

You sigh and roll your eyes at having to spell it out for him. You point directly at his crotch. “My ex didn’t have one of those, alright?!”

He can’t help but huff in amusement. “Ah, I see… And only the one ‘ex’, too? Hmm… Sounds rather tedious if you ask me…”

“Ugh, you have no idea…” Soft smiles are exchanged and the tension between you begins to feel less like a wall and more like a magnetism.

It feels good to talk.

“Well, I can assure you, I am far from a ‘tedious’ lover…”

“Uhuh, so you say…” You grin, beginning to feel your usual, sassy self return to your mouth.

He scoffs and grins right back, he shuffles closer, positively itching to prove it. “Lie down.” The words rumble from his chest to yours, you feel them call to you, lure you, just as he designed them to do.

He lifts one side of the blanket, inviting you inside his bedroll. The glimpse of the waistband of his breeches at his abdomen both relieves and disappoints you. You attempt a confident smirk as you crawl in, beside him. He watches as you settle onto the pillow, covering you with the blanket and half leaning over you. Smiling softly, he appreciates your features and gently strokes your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, more softly than he’s ever spoken to you before.

“Yes…”

“Good… Now, I need to know something, my dear.”

Your eyes widen. “What? What is it? Why?”

He chuckles softly. “Don’t panic. I just like to know what I’m dealing with. I want to know what you like. Can you give me that, darling?”

Fuck, okay. What do I like?

The question sounds so foreign. It’s another language, another life that isn’t yours. You nod anyway, at least willing to try, and he smiles, nodding back. He takes a moment to cup your cheek and leans down closer.

“I’m going to kiss you, now. Hard… Or soft?” His cool breath fans against your lips and you have to stop yourself from sucking it in, just to have a piece of him flow through you for a second.

‘Soft’? Can you even do ‘soft’? Yet another language you cannot speak.

“Hard…” Safe. Stick with what you know.

He isn’t surprised by your answer, but he does inspect you for further insight. His trained vermillion almost deciphers you faster than you can decipher yourself. You don’t know what he could discover, but you know you at least want to be the first to find it. But, then, the hand on your cheek slides down to your jaw and pulls you up to crash your lips against his. He’s cold, just as he was before. And although you’ve anticipated (obsessed) over this potential contact all evening, it still makes you gasp. A gasp that he almost instantly swallows. It’s his now.

He harshly sucks your lower lip between his teeth, not biting yet. You expect the pain of it, but it becomes clear to you now that he wants you to wait. He’s testing, experimenting, playing with you. It’s quickly apparent that this is more than a kiss; he’s reading your palm, discovering who you are. He notes how you lean into him, how your brows knit for him, how your back arches for him. He slowly bites down until you hold your breath and instinctively reach for his shoulder. Your limit.

He releases your lip and soothes it with a gentle swirl of his tongue, coaxing the slightest of hums from your throat. If you could do anything but kiss, you’d probably scold yourself for that noise. That unfiltered, slight noise. His hand rests on the ground beside your head, body leaning over you further, the new angle giving him further command of your lips. His knee comes to sit between your thighs and he looks down at you. He grins at the sight of your wide eyes and parted lips, blanketed by his shadow, submerged in his likeness. Only now do you realise that your breathing is much deeper than before, not a full pant, but enough to be noticeable. And he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Wanting more, are we?” He grins, mischievously.

Smug fucker…

You can’t help but huff in amusement, shaking your head in dismissal of his audacity. But he doesn’t allow it, leaning in closer. “My dear, this is what I do. You’re allowed to enjoy it. In fact, I insist that you do.” He sees how you look away, the way your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Usually, he’d relish this, but he has a better goal in mind for tonight. And for that to happen… “You need to relax. Can you do that for me?”

Deep breath. Nod.

He lifts his hand from beside your head and holds it in front of you. “I want you to take this, and put it anywhere you like to be touched.”

You glance at his hand, hesitating before holding it with both of yours and slowly guiding it down to the centre of your chest.

He watches as you move it across your shirt, fingers brushing against the underside of your breast to reach your waist. “Here.”

The journey isn’t over though. Next, you guide his hand to cup your thigh. “Here.”

Finally, you slide it up your thigh until he instinctively squeezes the flesh of your rear. “Here…”

Each word is breathier than the last. His eyes lock onto yours, though now, significantly more lidded. He squeezes again. “Here…?” He asks, leaving his lips parted. You nod. You don’t think his smirk could look any more wolfish if he tried. But, you only see it for a moment before he crashes his lips into yours once again, hand pawing at your soft skin and sliding down your leg to pull it up and hook it around his waist. The sound you make is enough to flush your cheeks with embarrassment, but then you feel how he only kisses you with more vigour.

Fuck it…

Your fingers twist in his hair, earning a noise of his own to vibrate against your skin. His leg moves to join the other, between your thighs. He lowers himself onto you, his chest pressing against yours.

Now, you’re panting. You both are.

Open mouthed, messy movements paint each other’s lips. His tongue seeks yours and you don’t hesitate to taste him again. At this point, you’re convinced there’s something supernaturally addictive about a vampire’s kiss. It’s unlike any you’ve had before and it’s driving you insane, just like last time. Just as he designed it to do.

But he’s not immune either, it seems. There’s something about the way you respond to him, the way your breath hitches with every move he makes… Gods, he could devour you if you’d let him. And that… That, is new… He cares about this… He wants you to understand, to know that he’s good at this. You have to know that he’s good at this.

His hand slips to your inner thigh, inching closer to the hem of your small clothes. “Can I touch you here…?” He whispers urgently against your lips.

“Y-yes…” You stammer back, no hesitation.

His fingers press into the warm, wet fabric that waits for him, earning a gasp and a moan from you. “Gods… You’re soaked…” His fingers begin to rub you in large, perfect movements that make you whimper.

He needs so much more. He needs to hear what other noises he can coax out of you. “Fuck… I… I want these off… Darling, can… Can I take them off?” He asks, tugging at the waistband. There are no words that leave your mouth. Your hands, eagerly shoving them down your thighs is your answer. Sitting back, he hungrily watches and reaches down to aid you, yanking them down and leaving them to hang around one of your ankles.

Instinctively, your legs close, causing him to stop and glance up at you. He places a hand on your knee, keeping his eyes on yours and offering you a small, reassuring nod. You bite your lip and take a second to breathe through any initial fears you may have, then, slowly, your knees part. He smiles softly in the knowledge that, in this moment, you trust him.

Seeing you like this for the first time, he releases a sigh of appreciation, hand sliding up your inner thigh. He can’t help but push your legs further apart to get a better look. He’s seen hundreds of these and hundreds of others. Seeing what lies beneath some stranger’s clothes is a novelty that wore off long ago. But you… You aren’t a stranger… This is you… And this one… It’s yours… It excites him, the sight of something so new, and yet, not new at all…

His hand moves closer, his thumb brushes against the hair that frames your most sensitive and intimate parts. Biting his lip, he uses his thumb to gently guide your lips open, exposing you fully to his view. He has to suppress a groan, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening arousal. He guesses how you’d taste: The sweetness of summer fruits with the richness of wine… Whatever it may be, it is undoubtedly, uniquely you. He yearns for it.

Patience.

Tearing his gaze away from the delicious sight before him, he focuses on your face. He leans over you again, finding your lips with his in another passionate, hard kiss. Gasp. The pad of his middle finger gently grazes just above your sensitive bud. He doesn’t stop kissing you, even as your mouth opens wide with a barely suppressed moan. Again, his finger moves, but this time in steady, slow circles. “A-ahh…” The moan escapes you anyway, there’s no stopping it. He moves faster and you frantically cup his face, pulling him in to muffle your sounds with his mouth. Gods, the taste of him, the feel of him. You had braced for a messy, brutal chafe, but his touch is gentle, exactly when and where it should be.

Then, your hips jolt as he directly swipes over that oversensitive button.

He pulls back, enough to see your face. “Too much?”

“A-a little…”

He returns to his earlier ministrations and you feel yourself melting into the pillow once again, as if by his command. “Like this?”

A whimper pushes against the back of your teeth as you bite down hard on your lower lip, you nod fervently. You can feel that familiar tightening in your core as he continues that perfect movement. It’s consistent, steady and if he could just keep it up for a little longer… “N-no…” You whine with disappointment as he stops, leaving his post.

He chuckles softly. “Patience, my dear. I just want to take my time with you.”

You feel a second finger slide down your folds with the first, towards your entrance. You gasp as he finds it, preparing yourself for intrusion, but it doesn’t quite come. Instead, he strokes the neighbouring, sensitive skin; playing with the abundance of slick that has gathered there. “Darling…” His darkened eyes are locked on yours, loving every twitch in your expression. “Can I…?”

The question alone is enough to make you hold your breath. You manage to release enough for a small whisper. “Yes…”

He can’t help but grin as he positions his fingers at your entrance. He starts with one, slowly sinking it into you with shallow pumps, easing you open. As you breathe a soft moan and close your eyes, one of your hands slides down his neck to grip onto his shoulder. He’s cold, inside you. Your walls flutter around his finger at the strange, but welcome sensation. He feels your body adjust and accept him and it fills him with a hot thrill. You’re vulnerable. His mind races with all the things he could do with that kind of power, but he can’t even bring himself to gloat about this. He can only enjoy the tight, pulsing heat that relaxes around him.

You are so… Alive…

Once you’ve adjusted, he introduces the second one. But, this time, he delves into you so eagerly, so deeply, that he lifts your hips with his hand. Thank gods, you’re not a virgin…

Back arches, head tilts back, mouth opens and a loud, ragged, deep moan claws it’s way out of your throat. Thankfully, only the beginnings of it are unfiltered as his free hand quickly clamps down onto your mouth. “Shh… Let’s not wake the others, hm?” He whispers with the most triumphant of grins.

Then, like the absolute prick that he is, he curls his fingers and begins to steadily pump them in and out of you. You whimper into his palm, wetting it with your breath. Your eyes can barely stay open, your hand pulls at his hair whilst the other claws at his shoulder. “Mmmff! Mmm! Mmmhh!”

“Gods, you’re so sensitive… And you’re taking it all so well, aren’t you, dear?” He remarks, entranced by this view of you, completely consumed by pleasure. His long fingers stroke your walls in places that have never been reached before and massage that part of you that makes your eyes roll.

He can only wonder: If this is how you react to his hand, how might you react to…

He begins to grind his palm onto your clit with every deep thrust of his hand. Your whimpers staccato with your pants as he brings you closer to that glorious edge. “Eyes on me, darling.”

You can’t. Even if you could open your eyes, it would be a herculean effort to stop them from rolling back at this point.

So, he stops.

You whine again, you were so close. “Eyes on me, or you won’t be coming, my dear.” He grins and speaks infuriatingly softly. Prying your lids open, you steer your eyes to connect with his. He’s gorgeous like this: Half-lidded eyes, hair ruffled and unkempt, breathing heavily over you from his arousal and efforts.

“Good girl.”

Wet, rhythmic sounds fill the tent as he plunges his fingers in and out of your perfect cunt with increased intensity. Panting and digging your nails into his shoulders, you approach your peak once more. Your throat scratches with the guttural squeal that hits his palm. Convulsing, shuddering, your walls grip him tightly, to the point of almost halting his movements, which he continues mercilessly. And all the while, he is watching you. His obsessed, beguiled gaze pierces through the haze of your orgasm and you force yourself not to look away. Then, it’s too much. You reach down and grip his wrist to stop him.

He removes his fingers suddenly, releasing your mouth and sitting up as you gasp for air, dazed and disoriented beneath him. He looks down at his hand with a feral intensity, parting his fingers and admiring the connecting strands of your juices that glaze his skin. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he wraps his lips around them, sucking them clean as though he’s alone in this tent. His free hand twitches, aching to free the strain within his breeches. Your chest rises and falls slower, even deeper than before as you are unable to tear your eyes from the sight. He moans around his fingers and reluctantly removes them once he realises that there’s nothing left of you to taste. He sighs and looks up at you.

His eyes widen at first in what could be embarrassment, but it’s more like shock. He forgot himself for a moment there. He lost himself in you…

His expression changes slightly, and that’s when you realise that there’s almost… Anger, in his eyes. He shakes his head, unable to look at you right now as he realises that he’s enjoying this too much, enjoying you, too much. He’s served himself up on a platter, pleasured thousands of people and not thought twice about it in two-hundred years. He never got swept up in it, never let his guard down, not even for a moment.

Until now.

“What? No, fuck you. You… You don’t get to do that.” His mind scrambles for understanding… For blame…

You didn’t even touch him. You just laid there and… No, it doesn’t make sense and he won’t let it happen again.

He looks down at you, lay there before him, legs spread and body boneless, still catching your breath. Chuckling smugly, he places that careful smirk over his lips once again. “More?”

You narrow your eyes at him, hating how easily he’s managed to reduce you to nothing but a wanton puddle. But, you can’t help the way your eyes drift to the strained lacing of his breeches. It’s true, you want more, but you’re not sure if your body can take it. You haven’t had an orgasm like that in… Well, ever…

You sigh and reluctantly shake your head, still unable to form words. You expect disappointment, but he only grins wider. He tilts his head to the side and continues to observe you. “Have I tired you out already, dear?” Scoffing, the only thing you manage to do in response is hold up your middle finger. He laughs, takes it and places a soft kiss on your knuckle, gazing up at you. “I’ll take that as a yes…”

He’d ask if you enjoyed it, but the sight of your utterly debauched form is all the answer he needs. He shuffles back and closes your legs for you, the shift causing you to shiver slightly. The pillow sinks on one side as he lays beside you, propping up his head by his elbow. You gaze up at him and that cocky fucking grin. You can’t bring yourself to hate it, though… After all, he did earn it.

Eyes half-lidded and lazy, you reach up and cup his cheek. The tenderness of your touch causes his eyes to widen slightly. “Thank you…” You whisper.

He huffs amusedly and leans in closer. “Any time, darling…” The kiss is sweet and slow, betraying the brutal passion you shared only moments ago.

Pulling back, you open your eyes to find that his are still closed. That line between his brows seems fainter, his lips are relaxed and dusted with pink from your attention. He looks so… Peaceful… Like this…

Clearing your throat, you sit up, relieving the weight on your chest that only grew the longer you observed him. Let’s not get carried away, here. This was just a bit of fun. He got to prove his point and you got to lay there and take it. Simple. Easy.

Simple… Easy…

“Well, I should probably go and get some sleep…” You find your smallclothes, still hooked onto your ankle, and pull them up. He watches with an unreadable expression… Or maybe he isn’t watching at all... His eyes seem focused, yet dormant, as though he can’t see a thing. You’re about to leave when he reaches out, gently holding onto your wrist. “Wait...”

Your eyes shoot down to his hand on your wrist, then up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I just… Want to make sure that we’re okay, that you won’t avoid me tomorrow, like you did last time…” His eyes are round and earnest as he looks up at you.

You feel the tent walls growing closer. “I… I won’t. I’ll be normal… I swear.” ‘Normal’? Maybe not ‘normal’, after this… But you’ll try. He inspects you, seeing no deception, even as you struggle to look him in the eye. Nodding, he releases your wrist, allowing you to leave. You turn and almost jump at the opportunity, but then, you stop in your tracks.

With a shameful sigh, you look back at him. “I… I never apologised for that… Did I?” He glances up at you in confusion. “For avoiding you, after…” The confusion doesn’t leave his face. You take a deep breath, choosing to continue anyway. “I… I didn’t know how to feel about it… I’d never done something like that before and… I just needed some space but I never… I never told you that… And that wasn’t fair…” He just stares at you, as though you’re speaking a different language. “So… I’m sorry… For making things weird.” You sigh, relieved to have finally addressed it.

Silence. His mouth opens but nothing comes out. Finding no words, he simply clears his throat and nods. You nod back. More silence. You clear your throat. “So… I guess, I’ll see you in the morning…” You smile softly, he returns it and nods again.

Lifting the flap to the tent, the chill of the outdoors hits your heated face, somehow even colder than before. When did the tent get so hot?

No matter. You duck under and it closes behind you.

He watches you disappear, mind still desperately trying to process your words. ‘Sorry’. You’re… ‘sorry’... A word he’s spoken countless times, begging for mercy, begging for safety. But no one has said that to him in…

Gods, it’s just a word. He rubs his face and sighs, trying to get a hold of himself.

His eyes drift to the new, empty space beside him, that familiar dip in the pillow. The tent feels colder now, but he just chalks it up to you, annoyingly, letting all the heat out when you lifted the tent flap. He attempts to fill the space, shuffling up and laying on his back.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long to regain himself again, but that momentary, strange pull in his chest makes him feel uneasy, even after it has passed. The fading warmth of your body is pressed into the bedroll, embracing his bare back and everything that’s carved into it.

An hour passes, and he tries to fall into a trance, he really does. But the memory of you writhing beneath him, the feeling of you clenching around his fingers and the taste of you on his tongue refuses to leave his mind. He sighs in irritation, feeling no better than a horny teenager.

With his breeches unlaced and shimmied below his hips, his hand disappears beneath the blanket. His eyes close and there you are again: Soft skin, parted lips, heaving chest and eyes, needily locked onto his.

“F-fuck…”

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libbybee · 8 hours ago

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FIERCE AND FRAGILE — SA.

Astarion's heart beats with an irresistible blend of yearning for power and the elusive taste of freedom. He’s skilled in the art of seduction, weaving his charm like a silken thread of manipulation. Yet beneath that surface, there lies a deep-seated longing for genuine intimacy—an ache more profound than he dares to acknowledge, a stark contrast to the hollow nights spent as both lover and captive. He craves the electrifying thrill of dominance, but equally, he seeks those fleeting moments of connection that remind him he’s more than the shadows of his past.

In sex, his touches dance between chaos and elegance. His compulsion to take control emerges in the way he orchestrates every caress, fucking you fiercely, while simultaneously he's pleading for the one precious thing he’s terrified of losing. But when you respond with that unique tenderness of yours—your fingers gently stroking his most sensitive spots, your gaze filled with love—it has the power to shatter his carefully crafted facade. In those moments, is where he truly believes that it's real.

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anotherdarkiboi · 1 year ago

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List of Astarion's Terms of Endearment

This is for the fanfic writers haha. Tell me if I'm missing any so can add it in!

Darling (his most used)

My love, love

My sweet

“You sweet, generous thing”, “you sweet little thing”

Lover

My dear, a dear, dear

Beautiful

Cheeky little pup

My little treat ("-with their cheeks all flushed")

Sweetie

Pet

You wicked little thing (affectionate)

"You're a sweetheart", "you sweetheart"

Delectable little pet (not directed towards Tav but it easily could be)

My friend (yay, we're his friend)

My favorite traveling companion (not a pet name but it's nice to be his favorite)

My leaking blood-bag (technically you refer to yourself as that first and he calls you his one after, but it counts)

You little scoundrel

Edit: Thank you everyone in the comments for adding the Dark Urge ones!

Bhaal-babe (I'm dead, this silly pun I swear)

My sweet, bloodthirsty friend

My precious little Bhaal-babe

My conflicted villain

My dagger-happy friend

Bonus: Ascended Yandere Astarion

My pet, pet

Little love

Precious thing

My treasure

My consort, My Dark Consort

My favorite spawn

Insolent little- (the Dev's notes say that the full line is "you insolent little brat" which, um...)

Insolent little pup (the line was in EA, although I’m not entirely sure if it’s Ascended Astarion. Full line: “you are an insolent little pup, aren’t you?”)

"You ingrate" (When you try to break up with him. It's not really a pet name, but-)

"Property I cherish, but still my property" (his thoughts)

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion romance #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate iii #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x you #dnd #I am so fucking Normal about this man #Props to Neil Newbon and the writers and artists for bg3 making me fall for a character from a game I never played

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riseatlantisss · 1 year ago

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Careful, he bites

Pairing : Astarion x female!reader around 900 words.

morning sex. in bed. with the most amazing vampire. that’s it that’s the plot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW : 18+, shameless smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, tiny bit of fang kink

I love him a completely normal amount

You open your eyes slowly, savouring the blissful, heavy fog of sleep that still weighs on your mind. The voice that greets you is one you’re sure you’ll never tire of.

“Good morning, my sweet”, Astarion whispers against your ear. The bed smells of night-blooming flowers and cold winter air, just like him. His body is a comforting spoon, the nice coolness of his powerful chest sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyelids are still heavy and with a smile, you settle back in and bury your head in your soft pillow, eager for just a few more hours of precious sleep before starting a new day in the underdark.

Astarion, of course, has other ideas. He exhales and you can feel the light puff of cold air against the back of your neck. Icy fingers skate down your bare arm, dragging the strap of your night gown with them. He dips his head and nuzzles the junction of your neck and shoulder. He toys with the hem of your night gown before slipping beneath it to caress the curve of your hip. You revel in his low groan of appreciation as he discovers you’re wearing nothing underneath.

“Gods, the things you do to me,” he growls, voice muffled slightly as he breathes your scent. “Let me take care of you.”

Wordlessly, you nod and he wastes no time. He gives you a sloppy, hungry kiss that is all tongues, teeth and fangs, and then slowly lowers himself. His fangs leave burning trails across your skin, and you love every bit of it.

You can feel his erection grow next to your thigh and you raise a hand forward to touch him but he grabs your wrist and stops the motion.

“No, darling,” he grins, “it is all about you today.”

“But –” your attempt to argue is cut short as Astarion disappears between your thighs, wraps his wet lips around your clit and starts sucking. You let out an unbelievably loud whimper of pleasure and he smirks against your body.

Pinning your thighs apart, he works his tongue in an up-and-down motion on one side of your clit and then the other. You grind into his mouth shamelessly as his tongue continues working its magic. Without interruption, he slips first one finger, then two inside you, and pushes them up against your G-spot. You’re already starting to see stars as you feel his fangs settle in the soft mound of flesh above your clit. He applies just enough pressure for it to deliciously sting without ever hurting. Those tiny pinpricks combined with the sucking of your clit and the impossible rhythm of his fingers inside you made you cry out.

“Astarion – I’m– “ you try to articulate between two heavy breaths.

“I’m right there with you, my love,” he mutters and presses his fangs slightly deeper into your skin, as to urge you to stop fighting the wave of pleasure trying to make its way through your shivering body.

His tongue slips across that one spot on the tip of your clit that always sets you off, and suddenly you are coming on his mouth, grasping fistfuls of his silver hair and moaning and moaning and moaning. He pushes his fangs deeper and deeper into your skin as he rides out your orgasm with you, using his free hand to hold your hips steady. Your core spasms longer than a pulsing heart, each beat making you thrash helplessly on the bed as he pushes his fingers deep. He waits until you come down from your high before slowly sliding his two fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean. The rest of the world begins to come back into focus but you do not care for it. You only have eyes for him.

"You are absolutely exquisite when you come," he chuckles in that ridiculously arrogant way he has.

He licks his lips as he rises, expression as lazy and smug as a contented cat. You haul him up and into your arms and kiss him hard. He wraps his strong arms around you protectively and takes a moment to listen to your breathing, still shallow from the love explosion. He finds infinite comfort in the repeated rise and fall of your chest. It proves to him that you are real, safe and here, right next to him.

Before you, Astarion had never known true bliss. Sex – even when it’s mindblowing – doesn’t fix the part of you that’s broken. Good sex soothes, but doesn’t cure, and Astarion, who’s been using sex as a valium substitute since he’s been free from his former Master’s control, knows it better than anyone. But with you, it’s not just sex. It’s safety. It’s intimacy. It’s respect. And it’s all he’s ever wanted.

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fangswbenefits · 1 year ago

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Book

Summary: Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Breeding kink. P in V. Vampire bite. Blood drinking. Creampie. Overestimulation. Cumplay.

Word count: 1.7k

It wasn't unusual for you to find yourself on your back, knees bent and legs spread apart as Astarion's hand worked diligently in between them.

“You know… I came across this book in Rivington."

Two fingers rubbed slow yet measured circles between your slick folds. His dexterity truly shined through in these moments, as he lured you closer and closer to the edge of your sanity.

“A book?”

“A most interesting book.”

His lips pressed lingering kisses across the exposed side of your neck, and you struggled to keep your eyes fixed on his hand.

He adored it when you watched him deliver unprecedented pleasure, and the sight was positively maddening with your wetness coating both his fingers as lewd sounds echoed in your ears.

The cluster of pillows strategically placed behind you aided you to take in the view more clearly, and you couldn't help but moan softly.

Suddenly, you jolted at the feeling of one fang raking across your sensitive skin. “What of it?”

“Do you really want to know, darling?”

His purring voice alone could edge you so effectively that you had to grip the bedsheets under you, balling your fists and silently praying to the gods above to help you stay grounded.

“Yes…” you moaned, eyes nearly fluttering shut.

Astarion quickly bfound your pulse point and planted an open-mouthed kiss.

Just bite me…

That would surely be your undoing, but he merely chuckled and you felt him smile.

“It spoke of dhampirs - half-vampires.”

Gods…

The implication that dangled from his silky words wasn't particularly subtle and you found yourself clenching around nothing.

“It is not an easy feat, but with the right amount of dedication and… perseverance,” he punctuated each word with a roll of his fingers, drawing soft whimpers from you. “... I'm quite certain we can explore it.”

You clenched again, and your legs faltered, almost dropping from the chill that ran down your spine.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “No, no, my sweet. Keep your focus and your legs up high for me.”

Astarion thrived on your pleasure and basked in your praises.

He was good.

He knew he was good.

And he wanted you to show him.

Stroking his ego was a sure way to get his complete devotion.

The throbbing between your legs intensified tenfold and you could see it swollen and peeking through your folds as he dragged his drenched fingers all the way up to your lower abdomen.

“What do you say?” He purred in your ear, massaging you tenderly.

Another agonising clench.

You parted your lips in search of a reply, but the words died in your mouth at the sight of his fingers spreading your wetness across your skin.

“Well? Will you let me breed you?”

His crude words had you gripping the fabric in your hands tighter, and you wondered how much longer until it finally tore.

“Astarion…”

Slowly but surely, you felt something prickling at the skin on the back of your hand.

It was slightly cool and you needn't need to look to know his cock was leaking precum.

Just for you.

The liquid began dribbling down your skin as he began pressing soft kisses along your jawline.

Silently, he grabbed your hand until your fingers instinctively wrapped around his hardening cock.

And then he hissed.

“Tighter,” he urged, placing his hand atop yours to squeeze down hard. “You're tighter than this…” he finished with a sigh.

This time, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as you rolled your hips in desperation.

He fucked your hand slowly, occasionally bringing your thumb to swipe across his tip, earning delicious and urgent moans from him.

Your breathing quickened and you felt the mattress shift under you as he carefully slid his cock from your grip, positioning himself on top of you.

“Eyes on me.”

You took a deep and shaky breath and your gaze dropped to witness an elegant finger disappear inside you.

A swift gasp escaped your throat and you couldn't stop yourself from clenching around him.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in an approving smile. “So eager…”

You were mesmerised by how he so easily slid a second one, the wet sounds nearly doing it for you.

He shifted until his cool lips were on yours, nipping at the lower one with the razor-like fang, easily drawing blood and gently suckling on the bruised flesh.

Your back arched when he removed both fingers from you before pressing his cock at your entrance.

By this point, you were too soaked to offer any resistance as he slowly sank into you.

You broke the kiss first, greedily looking in between your bodies just so you could watch his cock slide in and out, bulging veins glistening with your wetness.

“Enjoying the view, darling?”

You bit down on your lip, tasting your own blood as you nodded through half-hooded eyes.

Countless sweet rolls of his hips pushed you further and further along the inevitable precipice, and the familiar coiling and throbbing had your mouth drop open, unable to rein in your spilling whimpers.

He dipped his head to glide his tongue across your lower lip, both his arms caging you in and allowing him to angle his hips so he could sink fully into you.

You were visibly pulsing, your folds parted slightly, and his gaze soon followed yours.

A guttural grunt rumbled in his throat. “Let go, darling… and let me feel you tightening around me.”

You gripped his arms, bracing yourself for the impending wave of overwhelming bliss that took over your entire body, and through gasps and pants and moans, you plunged down the spiral of bliss.

A distant groan from Astarion was heard as your vision blurred, powerful contractions rippling through your lower half.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn't make out a single word, far too lost in your high to focus on anything else.

You felt his lips on your neck and you threw your head back, offering it fully to him.

As the waves of your contractions finally subsided, you came back to your senses, trying hard to even out your laboured breathing.

He was still buried deep inside you.

Had he come with you?

The answer came when his fangs began prodding the skin along your pulse point, as if barely containing himself.

He had yet to reach his peak.

“Can you give me another one?”

Your eyes widened and you struggled to form coherent words. “I… I don't… know.”

He brought one hand to grip your knee, pushing your leg against your torso, and spreading you further apart for him.

The pace he had set was contained and slow, a constant reminder that he yearned for his own release.

His tongue darted out to swipe across your flushed skin, and you turned your head, granting him easier access.

“Use your words.”

You swallowed, gasping from how oversensitive you suddenly felt from the constant friction in between your legs.

“Please…” you could only bring yourself to plead.

His fangs taunted the fragile barrier of your skin, but not with enough pressure to draw blood.

“Use. Your. Words.” He rasped impatiently, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips.

You brought your hands to his chest, feeling the taut muscles tense under your touch.

“Bite me…”

The sharp sting had you grip him hard, his hardened nipples digging into the palms of your hands.

As soon as he got to control the flow of your blood, he quickly matched the rolls of his hips with each mouthful of warm liquid he downed.

Your senses were full of him.

Filled with him.

Dragging on hand to settle on his throat, you moaned as you felt him under your palm, eagerly swallowing your blood.

It didn't take long before his skin began to heat up against yours, and you could almost swear you felt his cock hardening even more inside you.

His pace didn't falter. If anything, he was simply indulging in the newfound vigour that only your blood coursing through his body could provide.

Wanting to further tease him, you circled his nipple with the pad of your thumb, earning an approving grunt.

The crescendo of pleasure began to throb deep within you with each passing moment, and you felt him take one of your hands in his, dragging it down to settle where his body connected with yours.

He slid out just enough for your fingers to trace along the bulging and pulsing veins that slithered around his cock.

He quickly withdrew from your neck with a low, rumbling groan, his handsome face hovering yours, droplets of blood dripping from his lips onto yours, which you quickly swiped clean with your tongue, tasting the metallic aftertaste.

You kept teasing his nipple, feeding your own pleasure from how responsive he was.

Astarion was about to come undone, and you realised that having your blood dripping down his chin and neck, was enough to catapult you steadily yet rapidly into the heights of your own pleasure.

Your eyes watched his face twist beautifully as he reached his peak, mouth dropping agape in a raging growl that made you shudder.

Under the touch of your fingers, you felt the underside of his cock spasm rhythmically as he emptied himself inside you.

It was too much.

You felt some of his cum overflowing and staining your fingers, and you immediately dragged them to the pulsing swell between your folds, coating it in the warm liquid and gasping as the violent wave of bliss had you contracting around him.

Astarion buried his face in the crook of your neck as he cursed and whimpered and pleaded for you to have mercy on him.

You truly wished you could grant him such relief, but you were far too gone to be of any comfort as both of you rode out your peak.

With a final grunt from him and a moan from you, he slumped against you, cock still buried deep.

You pressed a hand to the back of his head, slipping your fingers along his damp and soft curls, cradling him in your embrace.

“Just so we're clear,” you began in between pants. “What are the chances of this actually happening?”

He didn't reply right away, instead pressing his lips to the bite marks on your neck, cleaning up the mess.

“Not that high, I reckon?” You managed to chuckle, raking your fingers along his scalp.

“Not high at all.”

Just as you had suspected.

“But we're so used to turning the impossible into possible, that I can't see why this should be any different.”

Oh.

A/N: I'm... sorry.... hahaha

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celestialowlbear · 9 months ago

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⋆ ☀︎ ⋆ Halsin, Gale, & Astarion NSFW Headcanons ⋆ ☀︎ ⋆

Pairings: Halsin x You, Gale x You, Astarion x You

Summary: Their favorite positions with you. 😌

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. GN reader/you/Tav. Sex, praise, kissing, romantic. Soft Astarion. Established relationship with reader/Tav.

A/N: I’m sick at home and had thots. I apologize for any mistakes, haha. Just some soft smut for these men. Thanks for reading!

Halsin 🌱

Halsin doesn’t mind any position as long as you are thoroughly pleasured. But…

Halsin does love it when you ride him when he’s flat on his back.

Whether it’s in a bed, a grassy field, your bedroll, the soft banks of a river…Halsin will have you like this anywhere.

To see you in control of your pleasure and taking what you need…he goes feral.

Halsin also loves feeling up your body while you do so, squeezing and caressing and worshiping with his giant hands as he watches you bounce on his cock…he could have you like this for hours.

Not one single inch of your body is left untouched.

Feeling the softness of your ass or breasts (if you have them) under his palms, tracing his hands over your hips and thighs, murmuring praises as he does so.

You can still lean down and kiss him passionately, swallowing one another’s grunts and moans and loving sentiments.

Halsin knows he still has a little power, matching his thrusts with yours, pushing up into you, and increasing your pleasure.

Your reaction is always immediate as he fucks up into you like it was his task given to him by the Oak Father himself.

Witnessing your head thrown back in ecstasy, your lips parted and eyes heavy with lust as you gaze down at him with intense love…sometimes that’ll end him right then and there.

Gale 🔮

Missionary King. Hear me out.

It’s the intimacy of it all, being so close to you, faces millimeters apart, relishing the soft gasps of his name in time with his thrusts.

He can kiss you, entwine his hands with yours above your head, whisper sweetness in your ear, and sense your entire body under his.

Gale loves when your legs wrap around his waist, wordlessly encouraging him to take you faster and deeper, or how your hands grasp and tangle in his hair or dig into his back.

He can take in every expression of pleasure, how stunning you look, how much love is in your eyes even amid intense coupling.

You capture every expression of his, too. The way his hair hangs around his face, his powerful thrusts precise just like his touches, and his breathless “I love yous” between desperate kisses.

Gale prefers taking you in the comforts of your shared bed in his tower in Waterdeep, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have you laid out on his desk, or perhaps in the study in front of the fireplace if the moment is right.

In exceptionally passionate moments, he’ll hook your legs over his shoulders to drive into you and make you see stars, usually bringing you both to your end quickly with the intensity of your devotion.

In this position he can wholly worship you like the god(dess) you are to him.

Astarion 🌙

Astarion enjoys being with you in the confines of your bedroom with no distractions.

Just you and him, only focusing on exploring one another’s bodies and becoming comfortable with your newfound intimacy.

Astarion loves beckoning you to his lap while he sits against the headboard of the bed.

He prefers you riding his cock like this, at least until you orgasm first, and maybe he’ll switch up positions.

He likes it mostly because it gives him full access to your neck and chest, but there’s another reason.

Astarion might not admit it out loud (maybe later into your relationship) but he loves just…being able to hold you in such an intimate moment as well.

Astarion will wrap his arms around you and lavish your neck, kissing and nipping and inhaling your scent, leaving love bites as he goes.

Tasting you and feeling you like this makes it all real to him, knowing your connection was real, and that your connection was more than purely physical.

It was real love, and it made his heart want to burst out of his chest.

He can nibble at your chest or just bury his face into your soft skin and get fully lost in everything that is you.

Of course that doesn’t mean his hands won’t wander, cradling the back of your head and giving your ass a hearty squeeze when the moment calls for it.

You never miss the quiet gasp that leaves his lips when you lightly tug at the curls of his hair and kiss him deeply, or the gentle smile that graces his lips when you are both finished and spent, watching you fall asleep in his arms.

-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-

*Banner made by me. Photos taken from BG3 wiki*

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the-case-book-of-fanfiction · 10 months ago

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astarion ancunin hcs {pt. 1}

once he's comfortable with you, he adores non-sexual physical intimacy

playing with his hair will calm him down almost instantly

he's protective and possessive, so he'll keep a hand on you at all times, usually on your back

loves when you initiate any kind of physical contact

always asks to do something before he does, in either a sexual or nonsexual context

he's easily jealous and can sometimes get very possessive; for the first time in 200 years, he has someone who genuinely loves him and he hates the possibility that he might lose you

that possessiveness is obvious when he marks up your neck with bites and hickeys

if he feels like his place in your relationship is threatened in public, he will not hesitate to touch, hold, or kiss you in front of whomever is making a move on you; after some bearing of fangs, whoever it is usually scuttles off very quickly

he definitely feels very undeserving of you and your love and has his days when he's convinced you're going to leave him for someone better when you get the chance, or that he's keeping you from; that insecurity lasts for a very long time

constantly buries his own feelings, so you have to coax them out of him and teach him how to set boundaries and stand up for himself

astarion absolutely LOVES bathing together; he can be very vulnerable with you without sex being expected when you bathe together and it absolutely helps him regain some control and bodily autonomy

he loves gifting you things: jewelry, clothes, weapons, little knickknacks he sees that remind him of you

his elven ears are so sensitive and he absolutely will whine involuntarily when you brush your fingers over them (either on accident while you're touching his curls or on purpose)

speaking of which, astarion loves having his hair played with, it's a huge comfort to him (and another form of physical touch that isn't inherently sexual, so it's one of the ways to ease him back into being intimate and physical)

sexually, he's very switchy; some days he wants to be in control and giving you all the pleasure you deserve, but other days he's more than happy to let you take the lead and love on him

he loves staying up late to have deep talks and watch the sky (sun or moon and stars, it doesn't matter which to him)

cuddle this man. all the time. he's absolutely a cuddle bug. if you don't cuddle him while you go to sleep, he'll be very huffy, and you'll wake up to him curled up around you anyway

he also likes to be the little spoon sometimes, once he's comfortable with you seeing and being wrapped around his back

he will sew everything for you instead of teaching you to do it; he likes being useful in some little way for you (inspired by @aethes-bookshelf's post here because I saw it and went "you are absolutely right")

he commonly speaks to you in Elvish whether you understand it or not; it's absolutely a comfort to him, especially when you start picking up words and understanding some of what he says

contrary to the performances he puts on, astarion is a very gentle lover when he can finally be comfortable and genuine with you. he's quieter, softer, he takes the time to learn you and himself, he lets himself enjoy it; he learns to become a taker, not just a giver

he likes to hold you, however he can, and at the very least always be touching you. an arm around your waist or shoulders, a hand on the small of your back, holding your hand or twining your pinkies together. he can't be touching you, he's standing so close to you that he could be touching you if he moved a centimeter more

he likes to hug you randomly; one of his favorite ways to do it is to come up behind you while you're cooking or talking to someone or looking at yourself in the mirror to get ready so he can surprise you by putting his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder

astarion has a habit of kissing your neck whenever he can, sometimes it's a way to let you know he's hungry, other times when he wants to be intimate, other times just to remind you he loves you

on the same hand, he doesn't always say 'i love you' but instead makes it known through his behavior around you (and the fact that he's constantly looking at you like you are his whole world, because you are)

on the nights when you can't sleep, he reads to you until you drift off because he knows you find his voice soothing

he likes tucking his head into your neck and shoulder when the two of you sleep (which he finds out he actually likes doing every now and then)

the first thing astarion does when he wakes up is pepper you with little kisses on your shoulders, collarbones, cheeks, and forehead

when he's nervous and with people he's okay with knowing that, he'll reach for your hand and touch your fingers to calm down and ground himself. if you wear a ring or multiple rings, he'll play with those

astarion loves it when you call him by a nickname, either a shortened version of his name or a pet name. if he's fed recently and had enough blood, his cheeks will turn this adorable shade of pink when you call him "Star" or "my love" or something similar

how he wakes up from a nightmare changes constantly. the worse the nightmare, the worse his reaction when he wakes up. sometimes it's just a little gasp and his eyes flying open, sometimes it's a yelp and tears, sometimes he's crying before he even wakes up; but every time, his biggest comfort is to cling to you until the panic fades and then curl up in your lap (you've learned to light a candle or summon lights with magic when he wakes up from a nightmare; the shadows make him feel worse)

when you fall asleep outside of bed, he picks you up and carries you to bed and tucks you in—all without waking you

if you are injured at any point and there is no certainty that you'll pull through, he panics. he stays at your side the entire time, even if the smell of your blood is driving him mad, and holds your hand and talks to you, often begging you to wake up, to come back to him, to stay with him; more than once, you've woken up to find him with tears streaked down his face

every time you wake up from an injury and he realizes it, either because he's watching you or because you say hi to get his attention, he smothers you in kisses

once he's no longer starving, he likes to feed from you very slowly, to take his time and enjoy your taste; now that he's promised food, he doesn't feel the need to rush. feeding becomes very sensual, intimate, and personal for the two of you after that

he also loves leaving bites and drinking from you in places the others won't see; it makes him incredibly giddy to know that you let him bite you in places only he will ever see

if he's taller than you, he loves to kiss the crown of your head whenever he can

he will sew up your injuries whenever you need his help with it, even if the sight and smell of your blood makes him salivate

he loves touching your body to see how you react and lets you do the same to learn his own likes and dislikes

matching. outfits. he loves it, loves seeing people realize that you wear the same material and colors and realize what it means. he's very smug when people come to the realization that you're together

he frequently gives you his shirts to sleep in

if you are apart from him for any amount of time, expect to be tackled with a hug the minute you are reunited again

when you have the time, he likes to just lay in bed with you and relax together, half-asleep and cuddling and sometimes mumbling to each other pt. 2 coming soon

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spacebarbarianweird · 2 days ago

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Another Astarion headcanon request, as you've done the other two subclasses but not this one:

Astarion x Fiend Warlock Tav

Oof, something new to discover!

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Astarion x Archfey Warlock!Tav (Patron Niitra Siotta)

Astarion x The Great Old One Warlock!Tav (Patron Zargon)

А!Astarion x Fiend Warlock!Tav (Patron Mephistopheles)

Who could have guessed?

There was indeed something wrong with Cazador's contract, and, Nine Hells, one should never agree to pay the debts of others.

Astarion ascends. Gives Mephistopheles what he wants, and thus Astarion enslaves himself for all eternity.

Not much power. Not many opportunities. Just emptiness and loneliness and the Archdevil's laughter.

Astarion should have read the contract better.

But now there is no escape from the prison he's made for himself.

Just a passenger in a body that doesn't belong to him anymore.

Astarion is a puppet again, but now there is no escape.

He wants to cry and beg, but his mouth gives orders to torture you and throw you away like a sack of bones.

But you know there is something wrong. There is a hellish shade in your lover's eyes.

Maybe, you never truly know him. Or is he possessed?

There is only one way to know.

To sell your soul to the Archdevil himself.

Well, not exactly. You are smarter than this. And you are worth a fortune.

You go to Hope, who owes you everything. And Hope connects with the ruler of Cania, the Lord of No Mercy.

You negotiate. You offer service. Well, sorry not sorry, you've killed his son, but let's be honest Rafael deserved it.

You are powerful. You've killed Bhaal. Destroyed the Mindflayers. Fought Gortash, Ketheric, goblins, whatever the hell this world has to offer.

You want a pact. A contract. You will be a good warlock, a loyal one.

Just set Astarion free.

Mephistopheles surprisingly agrees.

"Not his debts. Not his servitude."

Mephistopheles strips Astarion away from his powers, making him just a lesser vampire, a spawn with no master.

When you are back, he cries and begs you to forgive him.

Every awful thing he did to you when he was trying to make you his consort.

Every pain he caused you.

He doesn't deserve you. It's his fault you now serve the Archdevil.

But to be honest, that's not so bad. It is your job, and the Archdevil isn't the worst boss.

Astarion always waits for you at home when you are back from whatever hell you are sent away.

Sometimes you talk about what will happen when you end your contract.

When you are both free.

But you both know it will never happen.

You can't trick the devil twice.

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demigoddessqueens · 10 months ago

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Astarion: if a beautiful person disagrees with me, I will immediately change my views. I have no principles

Tav: well maybe you should have principles

Astarion: you’re right maybe I should.

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tetzoro · 1 year ago

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DEVILISH DESSERT — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. astarion !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : your cramps have hit you especially hard this month and astarion has an idea that could be mutually beneficial

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, period sex, oral (f!receiving), mentions of blood, unprotected sex but astarion pulls out, multiple orgasms, blood sucking, praise, pet names (darling, my sweet, pet), — WC : 2.2k

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

“believe me, pet, it would be a win-win.” astarion drawls, his hands following the flow of his speech. “you lay down and let me take care of you while i get my fill.”

the thought had crossed your mind before —fleetingly. the last time he fed from your neck the idea planted itself in your mind in a haze joined by many other ones, swirling together as your body tried to make sense of what was happening.

“but,” the argument you were about to make dies in your throat. but, what? astarion was asking you to let him indulge, a chance to satiate his hunger while also pleasuring his lover. his eyes plead with yours, giving away how eager he really is. “sure, why not.”

“that’s the spirit.” he claps his hands together before reaching out for your hand. “i promise i’ll take good care of you, my little treat.”

“what did i say about using that nickname?” you mumble as he takes your hand, quickly bringing it up against his lips for a quick peck, hiding the small smirk that was blossoming.

flashes of the last time he called you that floods your mind – the way it slipped off the tip of his tongue and lured you to his bed. the first night you let him feed off of your neck, taking the blood he needed while his cock was buried in your heat.

“what’s that? can’t hear you darling.” he teases, knowing exactly what was running through your mind right now. he finishes guiding you to his tent and he closes the curtain. “no matter, it’s just you and me now.”

suddenly, you feel a bit nervous under his stare. the reality of your moment coming into the forefront of your brain. you knew he has an affinity for blood, but what if it tasted bad — what if you tasted bad?

his lithe fingers gently cradle your face, adoration soaking his features. his dark red eyes trail all over your features, taking in every little piece of your face.

“gods, you’re beautiful.” he breathes out, slowly leaning in to kiss you. you meet him halfway, lips colliding against one another as his hand starts to trail down the curve of your waist. he pulls apart for a second, placing a quick peck before he speaks again. “i can’t wait to taste you, i know you’ll be as sweet as always.”

his words pour over you as warm reassurance, your body melting against him as he kisses you again. the small flame that had formed before was quickly simmering into a wildfire, lying just beneath the surface and ready to consume both of you in a spark of passion.

but for now, he takes his time with you. his lips trail down your neck, fangs barred as they lightly drag along your jugular. you hold back a gulp, ashamed at how much it makes you yearn for him even more.

he doesn’t bite, not when he’s so eager for what lies below. you lay all the way down the bedroll as he makes his descent, murmurs of praise slipping off his tongue and onto your skin.

he makes quick work of the pants you had on, tearing them down your thighs as his bloodlust starts to kick in. in seconds, his head is buried in between your thighs, nose pressed against your clit as he deeply inhales.

“darling-“ he breathes out, absolutely in awe of how delicious you’re going to taste. “this is…” he trails off, unsure if words could describe how much this means to him.

“never seen you so speechless before.” you tease, trying not to squirm under his gaze, his eyes locked onto the blood woven slick pooling at your entrance.

“what can i say?” he presses a kiss just above your clit, eyes darting up to yours. “this is a gift, and i plan on showing you just how appreciative i am for it. for you.”

you open your mouth to retort but his tongue catches your throbbing nub first, sending a jolt throughout your body. after that first taste, he’s gone. completely lost in you and the frenzy begins.

he tosses your leg over his shoulder, angling himself to get deeper. his tongue delves back into you and you feel him everywhere. it’s enough to arch your back, your fingers clawing in his hair. he grunts approvingly into your messy cunt, licking up every little speck of blood he can get his mouth on.

each precise stroke of his tongue has you unraveling in his hold, undoubtedly gushing more of your bloody essence on his eagerly awaiting mouth. he was practically moaning now, the vibrations shooting throughout your body. he breaks for air for a moment, licking his lips and looking up to you.

“no one could ever taste as sweet as you, darling.” a soft nibble to your inner thigh, his darkened, blown out eyes still locked onto you.

he goes back down on you, slowly pushing in his fingers to draw more out of you, wanting you to flood his vision with the small slice of heaven you’re granting him right now.

it’s all too much and you’d be lying if you said his enthusiasm wasn’t the driving force towards your release. you’d never been with a man so desperate for your taste, especially when you were in this state.

your back starts to arch off the bedroll, reeling in the pleasure that’s about to snap. the coil shatters into a thousand pieces as you dig your fingers into his curls once again. you don’t know if you were loud or not, you don’t know anything as a white veil had taken up your vision, pleasure coursing through your veins as your blood pounds within your ears.

the tent is silent, save for both of your heavy breathing. through half lidded eyes, you see him greedily lick around his lips, ensuring he didn’t waste a drop of the gift you’ve given him.

it takes a few moments for you to come back down to reality, your head swimming in the pleasure astarion hurtled you in. you watch as he places one last kiss against your cunt, slowly backing up on his haunches.

without breaking eye contact, he slips his still coated fingers in his mouth, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as he savors the taste of you. a beat goes by and you think it’s over and time to head back to your own tent.

but he’s always been a selfish man.

“you know, i don’t think i’ve quite gotten my fill of you yet.” his voice sings in your ear. “i think i want a little more.”

“you might have to wait a bit.” the words flow out of you as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at him. his eyes were still blown out — crazed. whenever he has that frenzied look in his eyes, his hunger is still strong and his sights are set on you.

“or, maybe not.” he tilts his head to the side. “let’s have sex so i can make a proper mess of you.”

“what? i-i’m not sure.” you frown slightly. the cramps had subsided, sure. but who’s to say that wouldn’t bring them back?

“think about it.” he drawls, taking off his shirt, showcasing his body. “coming a few times will be very beneficial. it’ll clear everything right out.”

“well.” you pause. realistically, there could be a truth in that. but who knew if your body would listen to logic anyway. and yet, “well i suppose it couldn’t hurt to try.”

“exactly, darling.” he smiles before a softer look falls onto you. “but if it does, you’ll let me know.”

it wasn’t a question. the underlying care he held for you was slipping through the cracks of the tantalizing facade he loved to put up. you nod your head in confirmation. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to test this theory out, especially watching him slowly untie his breeches. lithe fingers that were just inside of you untwisting the knots woven in the string.

his cock springs out from being stuffed away, begging for some sort of relief judging by the amount of precum that was pooling on its head.

he hastily lines himself up to your slick entrance, rubbing his tip around it before it kisses your swollen clit. you gasp out as your body tingles with electricity. after a baited breath, he starts to slide in agonizingly slow, carefully watching your face as he does so.

but you look away, the eye contact feeling a bit much — even after everything. he was just too pretty, his expressions too raw. every moment you held his gaze, the fire inside of you threatens to take over.

“you need to look at me, my sweet.” his cold fingers grasp your chin lightly, tilting your head so you had no choice but to look at him.

before, when you had first slept with astarion, things hadn’t been so intimate. of course, it was all very rushed. it was the end of a gruesome battle and tensions were high, not to mention alcohol was swirling around in both of your systems.

but this was different. so much time had passed since then — or at least, that’s what it felt like. it’s all been so intense since you first met the pale elf that you hardly believe it’s only been less than a few months.

and in that time, you two had gotten so close, really close. slowly prying each other's heart open with gentle, reassuring hands. something that had forged itself out of forced trust, blooming into a beautiful and vulnerable partnership.

“i’m here.” you whisper, finally looking at him. his eyes soften and you realize at some point you started to caress his cheek. your finger smooths over his soft, smooth skin before his lips meet the palm of your hand, pressing a kiss onto it.

“and thank the gods for that.” he whispers back with a pleased look. his hips were flush with yours, moving in slow and short movements so he didn’t overwhelm you. but every second he filled you up, you could feel the pain subsiding in your lower abdomen.

you let out a soft whine, clenching around him as he starts to go a little faster. his eyes trail from yours and down your neck, looking at the twin marks he left the last time he had you in his embrace.

“astarion-.” you gasp out, savoring the way he continues to roll his hips into you, molding your cunt perfectly to take him and him alone.

“yes, my love?” he whispers, pressing a delicate kiss against your neck, taking every ounce of his self control to not sink his teeth into you. but he was making you feel so much better, one bite couldn’t hurt, right? you tilt your neck to the side to show it off for him. he hesitates. “are you sure?”

“please.” a simple request he wouldn’t leave unfulfilled as his fangs dig into your neck, the same spot he drank from before. he sucks lightly, your mind clouding and filling with nothing but stinging pleasure.

his starts to thrust again — faster this time as he gets lost in the overwhelming sweetness of your blood. it fuels through his body, giving him the strength he normally needs to help keep you safe. but instead, he’s only using it to drive into you harder.

he pulls back from your neck with a gasp like he’s been shocked, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. his attention shifts, watching his cock disappearing into your cunt, feeling you already start to gush around him, blood starting to soak around his length.

“so sweet.” the words barely leave his lips, but enough for you to hear it. his fingers move down to swirl against your clit, trying to give you the same pleasure you were giving him. “make a mess for me, my sweet.”

words escape you as moans take its place, his name a mantra you can’t stop yourself from repeating. the sting from the bite he gave you was rushing through your veins now, every sense of your nerves being heightened to places it’s never been — overwhelming pleasure coursing through your whole body.

you clench around his cock, squeezing him so tightly he can’t control his hips anymore, rutting against you as the pleasure finally consumes you both.

astarion’s eyes flutter shut as you cum around him, coating his cock in your bloody essence. once you stop fluttering around him, he quickly pulls out and cums all over your lower abdomen.

your head lolls back, coming down from the high he just gave you, aftershocks running down your body. astarion lightly trails his hands along you, a surge of energy overcoming him as he breathes in your scent once again.

“there, now that that’s settled,” he pauses, immediately sliding down and tucking his head back in between your thighs. he licks his lips quickly, his tongue darting across as his feast lays before him. “i’d like to resume my meal.”

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littlejuicebox · 10 months ago

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You'll stay still, won't you, little love?

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

Summary/Setting: Sometime in the beginning of Act 3; you and Astarion are exploring intimacy/sex

Rating/Warnings: M+ / 18+ only please/ Smut with little to no plot / Light BDSM / Soft Dom Astarion vibes / Some mild in game spoilers / PiV / CW / fingering / teasing and overstim if you squint / not beta read or edited too much

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I'm a degenerate, idk what else to tell you guys. I’m shocked this came out of my brain, but here we are. Enjoy or be totally flabbergasted or avoid it entirely I don’t know about you all but I simultaneously want to do all three. 💀

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You suspected Astarion enjoyed exploring intimacy with you, perhaps more than he thought he would. The first few weeks after his confession at Moonrise Towers resulted in a rather chaste arrangement between the two of you. Days were filled with stolen pecks and occasional hand holding between missions; nights were spent mostly cuddling half-naked or sometimes simply making out.

When a situation became particularly heated, he would always break away, panting. The flush on his face and the thrumming of his undead heart told you he enjoyed these moments, and his erection pressing into you always became quite the distraction.

Gods, how badly you wanted more. But you had to force yourself to pull back and allow him to take the lead, never pushing further than he was willing to give.

For a few weeks, a bit of grinding and caressing above the waist was as far as Astarion would advance. But shortly after leaving the Shadowlands, something within the silver-haired elf changed. He’d become quite intent on exploring your body almost every night, putting his masterful fingers and tongue to work, almost desperate to watch you come undone.

“You don’t have to, Astarion,” You pant one evening, after a few weeks of nearly daily interactions quite similar to this one. The rogue was working his nimble fingers inside the edge of your small clothes, aiming to delve into your already soaking folds. The bulge of his cock, barely covered by his own underwear, pressed against your rear as he slowly rocked his hips into you.

“I know, my love,” He murmurs, removing his mouth from where it had been tenderly suckling your neck. The vampire licks along the fresh love bite, eliciting a little whimper of pleasure from you. And then he smirks as his fingers find the already engorged bundle of nerves between your legs, causing you to instinctively buck toward him with a whine, “But I want to. I quite like the pretty little sounds you make for me, you know.”

He continues his ministrations for a few moments, reveling in your desperate keens. Nothing else stroked Astarion’s ego quite like this.

“Darling, I’d like to try something different tonight, if you don’t mind.” He purrs as his fingers change their rhythm from the languid circles over your clit to gentle, teasing strokes between your folds. The rogue’s hand dips just enough to tease your entrance with two digits before he retracts again, leaving you mewling in frustration.

You need more. He knows it. And he aimed to give you more tonight, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to toy with you for a moment or two.

“What is it, Astarion?” You ask breathlessly, as he pauses his movements entirely. You whine again and then turn your head to look at the rogue, where he is smirking down at you, clearly enjoying the desperation he’s elicited from his lover. You are caught between his cock and his hand, slowly rolling your hips back and forth, practically begging the silver-haired elf to fuck you with his fingers.

“I want you to come on my cock tonight.” He responds, arching his eyebrow just slightly, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “If that’s what you want, my sweet.”

Your eyes widen in shock, and you swear you feel yourself grow more slick at the mere suggestion. You lick your lips, attempting to moderate your own excitement, trying to avoid making him feel obligated in any way. Astarion’s fingers have resumed their teasing movements, and the newly found wetness causes the vampire to chuckle in delight.

“Judging by the slickness of your perfect little cunt, that certainly is what you want. Am I correct, love?” He purrs into your ear, fangs grazing against your lobe as he rolls his growing erection toward your ass once again.

“Y-yes,” You gasp, and as soon as you do, Astarion rips your underwear from your body before tossing the ruined undergarment across the tent.

“Then you will get what you want on one condition, darling.” He continues, and you feel the engorged head of his cock stroking between your folds from behind. The sensation makes you shiver in delight; you desire nothing more than to have him buried inside you.

“What is it?” You ask, instinctively rolling your hips back against him again, moaning when his length rubs against your clit.

Astarion grabs your hip firmly, digging his nails into the side of your ass and ceasing your movements entirely. You whine and then he’s practically laughing in your ear, you can feel how entertained he is by your predicament. He places a tender kiss on your neck before he purrs, “You aren’t allowed to move one bit, sweet girl, or else I will pull out and leave you with nothing.”

You groan in dismay at this stipulation, “Astarion! I don’t- I don’t know if I can hold still.”

“Oh but my love, the choices are simple,” He continues, his voice playfully condescending as his other hand wanders up to lightly tease a nipple, ripping another little moan from you, “You can either be filled by my cock or by my fingers. So which will it be?”

You whine as the male elf uses one hand to stimulate your breast and the other to barely plunge into your sex again.

“Your cock!” You cry, unable to contain yourself any further, “I want your cock.”

Astarion chuckles, quite content with this response. He slides his erection between your folds again, using your arousal to lubricate his length, “And you’ll stay still, won’t you, little love?”

“Yes, I won’t move,” You agree, and this earns you a delighted groan from the vampire. He reveled in the power dynamics of your coupling, and your willingness to surrender control in the bedroom.

“Good girl,” He coos, and then he’s pressing himself into the entrance of your sex. You moan as the head of his rock-hard cock stretches your cunt; there is a bit of resistance at first; it’s been several weeks since more than two fingers have been inside you, after all.

He takes you inch by inch, slowly dragging himself along your velvet walls. Before long, Astarion’s length has filled you completely, and you’re basking in the sensation of being stretched by your lover.

His breath is ragged behind you as he struggles to remain in control, almost entirely overcome with the desire to simply have his way with you. But that’s not the game tonight, he reminds himself.

In one swift motion he’s rolled you both so that you are straddled over him, your back pressed to his chest. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, fully opening you up for his seasoned hands to explore. His long fingers drag over your stomach and then travel down between your legs, where they easily find that sensitive nub.

“How does it feel to be sitting atop my cock, darling?” Astarion asks as he slowly, teasingly strokes his slender fingers up and down on your drenched folds. You are seeping arousal at this point, coating him with his well-deserved reward. His cock throbs at the thought.

“Wonderful,” You respond, honestly but breathlessly as you struggle to keep yourself from rolling your hips at all. Your legs are positively shaking with the effort to exert such control, and the little tremors running along your spine are urging the vampire on.

Astarion guides your own hand up to your breasts, where he urges you to tease your own nipple. He palms the flesh of the other breast in one hand as he continues to drag his nimble fingers around your throbbing bud.

You are instinctively clenching around him now, your body desperate to milk every ounce of seed from the vampire. Astarion himself is shaking with the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not lift his hips and fuck up into your warmth.

You cannot restrain yourself any longer, your hips buck and you’re instantly rewarded with the delicious sensation of Astarion’s length running against your walls. But then a sharp, stinging smack singes the side of your ass, and a shocked gasp escapes your lips.

“What did I say, darling? Be a good girl and hold still. Try that again and I will pull out.” The rogue warns while speeding up his efforts on your clit.

You sharply pinch your own nipple, trying desperately to keep yourself from moving any more. But gods, how badly you want to. You’re so close. Your walls are clenching tighter and tighter, and the sensation is causing Astarion to grunt in response. He’s trying just as desperately to hold back as you quiver around him, tempting him to do the exact opposite.

His hips buck just once before he regains control and stills himself, but gods the walls of your tight pussy wrapped around him felt divine. The sharp thrust made you moan loudly in delight, and your entire body was shivering from the self-control you were using to hold still. He felt you standing on the precipice of pleasure, so close to the edge. You just needed a little push to fall into a world of ecstasy, and that, he could provide.

“Let go, little love. Come for me,” He whispers hoarsely, and the command sends you tumbling over the edge. You feel the wave crashing over you, rippling through your sex and up to your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth as you whine, signaling your release.

You are mid-orgasm when Astarion roughly grabs both sides of your hips and hisses, “Fuck it.”

And then he’s thrusting upwards, repeatedly burying himself inside you, intent on fucking you through the second half of your orgasm. You cry out in pleasure as the vampire moans into the side of your neck, continuing to piston himself into you as he chases his own release.

Once again, his fingers find their way to your over-sensitive clit and he’s working at it frantically, in the practiced motion he knows to be your favorite. You keen and try to clamp your legs shut; the sensation is almost too much. But Astarion growls and forces your legs open with his knees as he quickly brings you to the edge of another orgasm.

Your lover is panting with exertion as he holds back his own release. Through gritted teeth he urges you on, using the hand not playing with your clit to grab your hip and slam you down to meet his thrusts.

“One more, darling. You can do one more, can’t you? Let go, I’ve got you.” He coaxes, his voice near breathless but filled with gravel.

“Oh, fuck!” Is all you can respond as the second orgasm rips through you, stronger than the first. You’re seeing stars as your pussy throbs around Astarion’s shaft, rewarding his efforts with a deliciously tight grip and another gush of your delectable juices. The high-pitched, uninhibited whine that escapes you while you’re drowning in ecstasy is music to the rogue’s ears.

As your greedy cunt clenches around him again during that second wave of pleasure, Astarion emits a strangled moan of his own.

He buries his face in your neck as he soon struggles to buck forward, shakily dragging his sensitive, swollen length in and out of your walls just a few more times before he buries himself balls-deep. Thick ropes of his spend shoot up into your warmth as he groans, consumed by his own euphoria behind you. His cock continues to pulse for a few moments longer, urged on by the relentless spasming of your sex around him.

Both of you are heaving and shaking slightly once he finally relaxes his legs. You’re still laying atop him as he slowly roams his hands over your body, idly stroking your curves in soft, soothing motions.

“I thought you said we couldn’t move,” You finally say, voice completely hoarse from the cries of ecstasy you uttered moments ago.

“I said you couldn’t move, darling. I didn’t say anything about me.” The vampire responds with a self-satisfied smirk as he playfully nips at your earlobe, “Are you truly complaining that I did all the work?”

“No,” You respond, finally pulling yourself off of the vampire, releasing the slick combination of your respective arousals as it drips between the two of you. “But at some point I’d like it to be me making all that effort to bring pleasure to you.”

He pulls you down beside him with a little hum. You pull the blanket over the two of you. No other words are exchanged as you drift to sleep, thoroughly exhausted by the events of the day and this satisfying but unexpected evening. Astarion watches you sleep, and for the first time he allows himself to acknowledge that he might also like to let you have a bit of control in the bedroom… perhaps next time.

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justporo · 11 months ago

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Respectfully I do need Astarion to drag me to bed every night. I don't even mean in a sexual way.

But like, you'd have him come pester you when it's time for bed like a cat that knows it's time for snuggle time. And then you'll have him convince you that, yes, it is actually a very good idea to slowly fall asleep in his arms now so you're witty and pretty enough the next day for his godsdamn shenanigans.

And you'd have him lazily draw circles on your back in a steady rhythm until you're fast asleep and he can enjoy your steady breathing and calm heartbeat until he drifts into a trance in peace.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x you #can I have this #I need someone to responsibly makes me go to bed early enough

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cheekylittlepupp · 1 year ago

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Astarion, the silly goof that he is, started catching feelings all the way back when you first sleep together. So yes, it did matter.

This would also explain why he actually gets hurt if you tell him that you should only leave your rendezvous as a once time thing at the grove/goblin party.

If you pick this option btw -

Interestingly enough his eyes tear up and he laughs it off. He WANTS to be intimate with you but sadly it still brings all of the feelings of disgust and loathing which he felt throughout the years under Cazzador’s control. He probably only knows how to be close to somebody by being intimate with them, so that’s another reason why he cares about this whole intimate thing he has with you.

Anyway, yes his whole grand plan was to seduce you by sleeping with you, to gain your trust and protection, but it backfired, so if you do have sex with him, that doesn’t make you a bad person and you shouldn’t feel guilty about it.

No wonder he’s not a “details” kind of person when it comes to planning lol

Give me that damn hug option already Larian! :’c

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sserpente · 1 year ago

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The Sunwalker's Gift

Synopsis: Legends say those who were cursed to live in the shadows are not lost. There is a ring, a ring of incredible power that allows its vampiric wearer to walk in the sun once more. If there is one thing you know, it is that Astarion—your partner, your lover—deserves to own this ring more than anyone. You put yourself in great danger to acquire it for him without his knowledge but in the end, you succeed. So now, what magical piece of jewellery would be more suitable to propose to the vampire spawn you want to spend the rest of your life with than this one?

A/N: Who’s the goose that’s on the loose…

Words: 1694 Warnings: so much fluff, mentions of smut, SPOILERS FOR ACT 3

Blood, tears, sweat, another suicide mission. The rusty ring in your hand almost appeared as if it hadn’t been worth it to risk your neck and sanity for it but appearances were deceptive. This unassuming piece of jewellery in your hand held the answer to Astarion’s prayers. The very object that had made this long and exhausting search so rewarding in the end.

He didn’t know about it yet. He had no idea you’d had a lead with this legendary object at all. And after months of relentless and disappointing searches, Astarion had all but decided the ring was just another myth created to mock him in his misery… to the very point you had begun to doubt your decision to stop him from finishing Cazador’s work and letting him ascend.

You took a deep breath, shaking your head to chase the thought away. No. Walking in the sun was not worth spoiling his mind, his very soul—regardless of the fact you would have never left his side. You’d decided that the night he had confessed his feelings for you. This man was to be yours, forever.

Now you’d give this ring a little bit of polishing, and a bath in vinegar and soap and then you were certain it would look as good as new. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face, to see the first moment he slid it on his finger and stepped back into the daylight without tadpoles and sacrificed souls. Nervousness washed over you when you pictured your plan in your head but there was no doubt—only excitement and impatience.

Today would change his life for the better. Perhaps one day, if he so wished, you would even find a way to cure his vampirism altogether but for now, you wanted him to have this gift.

Your shared bedroom was empty, the sheets unmade and the smell of sex still lingering in the air. You were still getting used to the nocturnal lifestyle, of course. Staying up with him all night and sleeping during the day was messing with your inner body clock but it was a small price to pay to be with him.

The wooden door leading out to the balcony was open, the barest hint of light pouring through the gap. You approached it on bare feet, the hinges creaking when you pushed the door open further.

“There you are,” he mused without turning around. Astarion was leaning against the metal railing of the balcony, staring into the darkness. A few torches here and there lit the still-sleeping city as the sun began to crawl up from behind the hills, the chirping birds urging it on to start the morning. He truly was a sight to behold—shirtless and pale, even with the everlasting scars Cazador had inflicted on his back, you were overcome with the urge to drag him back to bed and have your way with him in an instant. You did that a lot these days—giving him pleasure upon pleasure without asking for anything in return. Astarion had learned in a rather rewarding way what your mouth and tongue could do for him. Teaching him to be intimate with you in a both consensual and sensual way was a task you were happy to pursue.

You hummed in response, walking up to him to sling your arms around his middle from behind, the ring hidden in the pocket of your morning robe. You pressed the side of your face against his back, his cold skin cooling your heated cheek.

He had been doing this a lot lately. Dragging out the final moments of the night, catching a glimpse of the sun and Baldur’s Gate below him before retreating to the shadows again to ensure his own survival. No more. You sighed.

“What is it, darling?”

“Nothing… I just… love you.”

Astarion chuckled—a barely audible sound coating your heart like sweet honey. At last, he turned around to face, your arms still wrapped around him. You had to look up to meet those crimson-red eyes and the gentle smile tugging on his lips.

“I love you too.”

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you again, my love.”

“Nor I from you,” he purred. His smile was gentle, genuine. You’d fought hard to make him drop that wall of feigned confidence and reveal the real feelings lying underneath. Now, you couldn’t get enough of it. “Let’s head back inside. I’m starting to feel… warm.”

“Just a moment, please.”

The vampire spawn raised his eyebrows but waited nonetheless.

“You said forever,” you went on, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes?” He dragged the word out and smirked, reciprocating your hug now; his palms resting against your waist. His closeness calmed your nerves, encouraging you without him knowing.

“I… I want forever to start now. I want us to belong to each other and I want everyone to know.”

“Oh my… you’re feeling quite poetic today, my sweet. I don’t object.”

The first sunbeams hit the stone floor of the balcony upon his playful teasing and you could tell that he was getting nervous, eager to flee to the bedroom to avoid the angry burns he expected any moment now.

With a deep breath, you freed yourself from his embrace and took a step back to get down on one knee. It was then you saw the surprise dominating his beautiful face, his lips parting. Determined, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the shiny ring, holding it out to him.

“Astarion Ancunín… will you make me the happiest woman of Faerûn and marry me?”

It took him a heartbeat to remember how to draw oxygen himself, it seemed. He muttered your name under his breath, red eyes fixed on the plain but powerful ring in your hands. He didn’t recognise it, of course, didn’t expect it to be what it was. He had no reason to believe that this unimpressive piece of jewellery was about to return something to him which should have never been taken in the first place.

“Marry you?” he repeated, almost unbelieving. “I… I do, love. I want… yes.”

Yes. You smiled, the weight of uncertainty falling from your shoulders at once. You took his hand in his, sliding the ring on his finger and rose to your feet again, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him.

Astarion melted into your affectionate treatment without hesitation, yet you could tell he was holding back. Uneasy, he pulled away.

“Darling, as much as I would like to savour this moment, could we celebrate our engagement inside?” He glanced at the sun rising higher and higher. Any second now the balcony would be fully submerged in its warm light.

Instead of responding to his plea, however, you only smiled at him. You were certain this would work—you had seen the ring in action after all, made sure it was safe before you took it to your love. You had met up with Dalyria, one of Astarion’s spawn siblings, in secret, only two days ago for this exact reason and she had volunteered to try the effects of the ring—saying it was the least she could do in return after Astarion had freed them.

“I need to get inside!” You reached for his hands when he panicked, holding him in place. Only seconds later, you were both drowned in the soft morning sunlight.

Astarion squeezed his eyes shut and flinched, expecting the burn and the pain the day brought him—but nothing happened. He remained standing, the sunbeams warming his skin.

“What… what is… how is this possible?” he breathed out.

“The Sunwalker’s Gift. It’s the ring, Astarion.”

His red eyes widened, disbelief swinging in his smooth voice as he looked down on his ring-clad finger to admire the shining piece of jewellery reflecting the sunlight. “But… but how? How did you get it?”

“The mage we found and spoke to contacted me a few weeks back. He put me in touch with a bard who meddled with vampires before—two of which, after a couple of pints, revealed that the ring was every vampire’s secret dream and rumoured to have been buried with a deceased vampire lord in the lands north of Rivington a couple of centuries ago. After that, the mage and I returned to do more research and discovered where his tomb is located.”

“And you went to this tomb… alone? Have you lost your mind? Gods, anything could have happened to you!” He was trying his best to be upset, truly. You had to hold back a giggle when his voice went a little high-pitched. It was flattering knowing that the only person this gorgeous man had ever truly shown honest concern for was you.

“I wasn’t alone, I promise. I had help. Halsin and Gale accompanied me.”

“Halsin I can understand. But… Gale?” He pretended to gag, eliciting another childish giggle from you. But then, his tone became more serious once again.

“You did this for me… I…” The very hint of an embarrassed laugh clung to his words. “I’m not sure I even deserve you.”

“You do. I love you. And you’re stuck with me now. You just agreed to be my husband, remember?”

“How could I?” Astarion muttered your name again. There was admiration and affection as it left his lips like a prayer. You had no doubt that part of him was still processing what this engagement ring really meant. It was too early still for joyous screams and running across the flower fields hand in hand. “Thank you. This is… I did not dare dream of this and yet you continue to surprise me. I just… thank you, my love.”

You nodded. “I told you all I want is for you to be happy. I would have turned every single rock in Faerûn to find this ring for you. Now come on. We have a long day ahead of us and a wedding to plan.”

Astarion smirked, his red eyes sparkling with joy, relief and affection. “Darling… there is nothing I’d like more.”

A/N: I am so crazy for him this is abnormal even for me. I'LL BE GETTING A GROUP PHOTO WITH THE WHOLE MAIN CAST AT MCM, I'M SO HYPED!

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