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tociminna · 2 hours ago
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Structured procrastination is how I do a full time job, multiple chronic illnesses, and 5-8k words of fic writing a week 😅 presumably at some point it will all come crashing down
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reverieblondie · 2 days ago
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What about Raphael monologuing and/or being his smug self only to be surprised by "his" little mouse interrupting him by grabbing the collar of his clothing and dragging the cambion in to a searing kiss before she says something like 'You talk too much' or 'I got the gist, thank you' and gracefully striding off before he can even think to react? (your choice if Tav does this when it's just her and Raphael or if she pulls this stunt in front of a group of her companions who would likely be left there stunned for a few moments as well)
I took forever to get this done but I did your request with a bit of a twist I hope you enjoy!
Warning: last step is NSFW! MDNI! 18+ only!
How to shut a devil up in 5 easy ways
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If you had to describe Raphael, you would say he is dangerous, mysterious, and admittedly very pleasing to the eye… the only problem? Raphael doesn't know how to shut up… is it a bard thing or a devil thing to have the inability to shut up? Personally, you wouldn't mind listening to him talk all night; he has a magnificent voice… But you're busy; you can't always sacrifice your time to entertain him. Though he doesn't always get the hint, so you will have to get creative… 
Be honest, 
It's been… What 30 minutes? 30 long minutes of you and your party standing outside of the abandoned village's gate listening (without interruptions, mind you) to Raphael go on and on about some cryptic warnings and strange tales. Honestly, you stopped paying attention ages ago when you had to tell Lae'zel via tadpole that, no, she can't cut his throat. Hells, even Gale is getting impatient, and he's as long-winded as they come. Everyone was over it, so putting on the leader pants, you go to silence the chatty cambion… of course, it didn't work when you, being a person of few words, tried the subtle approach and he was still trying to make his poetic points. Then your patience snaps. "Alright, we get it! Could you shut up already?!" Raphael goes silent from your burst of bluntness; it was rude and coarse… but he couldn't help how it made the slight smirk tug at the corner of his lips, something you immediately noticed. "Well, what kind of decorum is that? I try to give you sage words of wisdom, and this is my thanks, mouse?" he tsked his lips with a smile, his eyes lightening up at your annoyance… You roll your eyes, pushing past him with your party in tow. "Fuck off…" is all you utter before hearing a smooth laugh and a rushing flame. Seems like honesty worked.
2. Catching him by surprise, 
You are completely exhausted; your head and body scream and ache as you try to stretch your worn-out muscles. All your other companions have gone to rest for the night, something you are egar to do but the viscera and sweat that cling to you are too uncomfortable to ignore. So, gathering your things, you head down to the river for a cleansing soak to finally relax. However, as you head to your destination, a familiar figure leaning against a tree catches your attention and makes you roll your eyes... Raphael... "Well, mouse, you look completely worn down, not your usual bright eye look. You look miserable in fact." his voice purs as he walks beside you. With a sigh you continue on with him in tow mocking you. You don't need to look up to see that he's smirking at your annoyance. "I wouldn't say miserable, just not to be tested." you snip back, but Raphael only chuckles further, "I guess I should be careful when teasing you then..." He can tease you... but not with his words; you would want him to tease you with his hands... With his body... No, you can't be thinking like that for the annoying devil. Raphael starts his usual long-winded speeches, but not being in the mood, you ignore him. Finally getting to the river bank, you begin to undo your shirt, and as the fabric hits the ground and you undo your underclothes, that is when you hear silence? Turning, you See Raphael looking a bit surprised, and that just fuels you more. Stripped down you finally step into the water keeping your eye contact with him, he's finally quite and you can't help but feel smug. "Want to finish your rambling in the river with me?" You ask with a broad smile, perhaps showing off your assets just a bit to taunt him some more. Raphael thinks for a moment, his eyes drinking you in before responding, "Sorry, mouse, but I am afraid I have lost my train of thought... Another time, though..." With a snap, he's gone, leaving you to soak in silence. It's a bittersweet victory.
3. Interrupt Nicely 
You're in the middle of a celebration, one step closer to the city and another successful job of saving those you've become close to. Everyone in Last Light has been drinking, and you are feeling tipsy as you continue to drink more from the goblet filled with dry wine. Then you hear a familiar voice, "You're looking quite flushed, mouse... Careful not to indulge too much; your journey is far from over." Even drunk, you can tell who it is without looking, but you do (he's too pretty not too). Turning, you meet his smirk with a broad smile; warm and giggly, you can't help but feel unintimidated by him in this drunken haze. "If it isn't my stalker. Come to try and trick me out of my soul again?" Amused Raphael sits next to you, "I wouldn't dare try and take it from you in this state; it would be far too easy..." You giggle, leaning in close to him, taking a second to bask in his warmth and the curves and lines of his face before placing a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Shh, stop flirting with me, or I will think you're falling for me, devil." Raphael chuckles as he moves your hand and kisses your knuckles and your wrist. "Don't get cocky, mouse... That's what gets you mortals in trouble..." You lean in closer, resting your head on his chest, "Fine, fine, I won't be cocky; that's a better look on you anyways..." Raphael just lets you lean on him as he softly plays with your hair. He would never say it... but you might be right…
4. Interrupt Rudely 
He helped you... Why would a cambion like him have helped you? Of course, you knew his interest in your soul and aid in getting the crown, but you had been clear that you were not taking his deal... yet here he was, burning the wretch you were fighting to a crisp before they got the upper hand on you; he said he could be a savior of sorts, but this should be against his nature... As everyone is tending to their wounds, you are listening to him monologuing in, of course, the most flowery language. You start to wonder if this is always how he talks... Surely not; he must crack sometimes... Everyone has a weakness. Looking at his distinguished face, listening to his rich voice, you realize that he has a weakness for you—a weakness that has slowly grown on you as well. So, in a moment of impulse or maybe just wanting to shut him up yet again, you grab him by the collar, causing him to look down at you confused as you drag him closer and press your lips to his. It takes Raphael a moment to realize what's even happening before he's leaning into you, running his fingers through your hair. Then, when you slip your tongue through his lips to lick against his searing tongue, he groans, pulling you closer to his body as he takes in your taste (finally). After a few moments letting the passion overtake you both, you push him away. You look up at the shocked cambion, who seems to be at a loss for words. Smirking, you pat his cheek, "You talk too much." and though part of you wants to walk him back to your tent, you say goodnight and walk away. Raphael watches as you go to your tent, leaving him gawking at you. Meanwhile your companions watch with mouths agape at the scene that has just played out. "What the fuck is going on?" Karlach says while Gale stares unblinking, "I don't have the faintest clue..." Raphael eventually leaves, amused and eager to see you again. 
5. Keeping his mouth busy
This has to be the best one out of all your ideas to shut Raphael up. His dark wavey hair is held in a tight fist, as your back arches from the intense feeling of his tongue licking slowly against your folds, before swirling on your clit, it's utter bliss. His tongue was constantly being used before, but now having it licking against your wet sex is much better employment for his mouth. When you first met the half-devil, you had to admit you found him quite a fearsome sight but later he just turned into a reoccurring annoyance. Now here you are, your talkative cambion lapping and diving his hot tongue into your cunt as your thighs shake, almost as if he was tamed. Raphael looks up at you with his brown eyes practically black as he swirls then nips at your clit, making you moan his name like a song. He will always agree to eat you out for hours, his thick fingers stretching you out as he licks down your arousal as long as you're singing his name like a prayer. "Rapheal... ah! Gods!" Raphael breaks away from your cunt, smirking down at you, "Gods? Mouse, no gods can help you now that you're within my cl-" Before he can finish, you're pulling his mouth back down with a whine. Raphael smiles, flicking his tongue over you again in quick licks, making you keen, "My mouse...So demanding..." he whispers into your pussy, his hot breath making you tremble and quiver against his thick fingers. You can't hold back any longer, grinding your hips against his face, whining for him, "Please just shut up and let me cum!" Raphael has to hold back his laugh as he takes out his fingers and fucks you with his tongue; you can shut him up anyway you want as long as, in the end, you let him devour you.
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devnmon · 3 days ago
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muse with a violet hue
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summary: you aren't sure when Gale became the only thing filling the pages of your sketchbook, and you're not sure how much more longing your heart can take. leave it to another companion to point it out for you to make a move.
warnings: none except for mystra being mentioned like twice but that's it. when i catch you mystra. also astarion is in this for two seconds lol
wc: 3.1k
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Your hand ached. Bad.
Almost four hours you've been gripping the wrapped graphite piece in your palm, sketching away in the leather bound pages. Your muse tending to daily activities, his learned tongue practicing pronunciation of words he's long mastered of the Weave.
Only until the cramping got too horrible to bear did the graphite leave your pages, detailing and shading the very details of Gale's face. You regret adding the earring he always adorns with the goddess's symbol- even her name brought you distaste.
There was no other feeling towards her other than hatred. Anger. Furious at the knowledge of his warm soul being shattered to a million pieces when she cast him away. What kind of god was she? Selfish, egotistical, while he remain soft and gentle throughout it all.
Your heart ached to comfort him. For even a moment, to be the object of his attention, his happiness. To prove his doubts, his fears wrong by displaying everything your heart desired to give him.
May you feel every word I cast like a migraine, Mystra.
A deep breath in to shake your hand out, pain diminishing in a moment before fastening your grip back on the page's edge. No doubt they've been stained by the graphite, fingerprints doused in the powder from constant shading and detailing.
Each loose strand of his hair, lucky enough to be a part of that glorious mop of brown perfectly growing from his head. Even his grays flowed naturally. Faint trails of the weave trail from his eye, down his neck... his beautiful neck... till they hid being those violet robes.
You hadn't seen the Weave's mark on him in its entirety, but gods would you take the chance if given. Run your fingers over his skin, wondering if touching the mark would harm him in any way. Though all you wanted in truth was to touch him in a way a goddess could not.
Never did you think you could be so immersed in magic until Gale. With the way he spoke about it, he lived and breathed by it. Any chance to be seen by him- to be loved... there was a better chance of the world ending before you even got close.
First in Gale's life in place of the Weave? Of Mystra? It was laughable.
After everything that’s transpired, she’s still his goddess. The whole reason he is so learned and practiced with his incantations was because of her. Even so, you wished he saw her the same way you did. His life would be forever changed.
So your sketching continued, perched on a cliff outside of camp for complete privacy. Running the risk of holding your feelings inside was hard enough when you were on the road together. Who knows what would happen if someone caught you whispering spells of protection into your pages.
An illusion of him as your reference, purple robes suited fittingly on his shoulders. As if his eyes distracted you under a sky full of stars, outshining them by miles.
Detailing those facial features of the dear wizard took up the rest of your daylight. Dusk darkened over the Sword Coast and forced you back into camp, sheepishly shoving your journal under one arm.
Gale's tent was empty as you passed by it to your own, knowing he'd taken over cooking for everyone most nights. All your friends had separated into smaller groups, wine and mead getting passed around before the meal.
Awaiting you always was the terrible bedroll you rested on every night, and for the moment, you wished it a big mattress with silk sheets and sweet smelling linens instead. One you could possibly share with a familiar wizard.
Upon arriving to your tent, your stomach burned with hunger while aches ran through your joints and muscles. Content with satisfying your bodily needs and getting some rest for the night, your eyes drifted back to the leather journal.
Maybe just a few touch ups... you pondered, spotting Karlach nagging the wizard about when the meal would be ready.
There was enough light from your lantern for you to work, shading in a few more shadows and highlights to bring the ever dashing face of the man into better clarity. His smile lines, brow bone, and sweet brown eyes of the talkative man filled your page wonderfully. The drawing was about done when you felt a presence behind you.
"What a lovely drawing. Is this how you're going to confess to our beloved wizard?" A voice over your shoulder aired your focus from the front of your mind, startled at the presence of your rogue friend.
"Astarion!" you whispered, clutching the book tightly to your chest before glancing down at the page and back at him.
"Don't think I haven't seen you staring, darling." His arms cross over his chest, smirk on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about." you replied, now completely hiding the journal behind your back. Because if what you assumed is true, he's seen the whole page, and might have even overheard what you'd been thinking whilst busy. Damn the tadpole.
You didn't see anything, you didn't see anything...
But it was a lie you told yourself. Astarion was more perceptive than half your party; of course he'd snuck up on you out of curiosity when he saw your nose shoved between the sketchbook's pages.
Damned vampire needs to learn to mind his own.
His eyes roll, unconvinced by your body language- which was indeed in the direction of Gale from where you sat.
"Don't play coy, it's unbecoming. Besides, I can always tell when you're lying." Astarion was not fibbing for one, he was always able to snuff out even the whitest of lies from anyone.
You huffed a breath, "What do you care, Astarion?"
"Well, from what I saw a glimpse of, you happen to be quite the talented artist. Very good at catching one's wizardly features. Anyone else you decided to draw? Or just him, hm?" He's leaning towards you now, same snark in his tone.
Perceptive you are, fangs.
Pulsing heat stirs in your stomach, it raises your heart rate and makes your palms sweat.
"No..."
"Interesting," he straightens his back, "Anyways, I've come on behalf of the others to say supper's ready. That's all." His lips turn upwards into an even deeper smirk, before he begins walking away.
"Wait!" you call out, half regretting your choice to call him back; though he turns towards you again, "Why is that interesting?"
"Oh, no particular reason. I see many things around here people don't think others can see. Such to say... like one's initials at the bottom page of a protection spell, one I've definitely heard him repeat just before turning in for the nights."
"What... are you saying?" you swallow the painful lump in your throat. It thrums with each pump of your heart.
"I'm saying the man is pining something awful. I don't know if I should stage an intervention or what. But if you lovestruck fools are too cowardly to make the first move, I guess I must do something rather than let you go insane. So, there. Do with that information what you will. I'm off to bed."
Astarion was as quickly gone as he'd arrived, making sure he was fully out of sight before opening your page up again to stare at the portrait. Handsome as he was, Gale deserved to know just how much time you put into studying the details of his face.
You weren't sure a tenday had passed without thinking of his perfect features, wanting to trail your fingers down the drawn cheek. Wishing it was his soft skin against yours instead.
Maybe Astarion was right. You were going in circles thinking of him day and night, unable to focus on anything else. Any possibility of voicing your vulnerability with those words towards him churned your stomach.
A quick motion, and your slight of hand tore the page out of its place in your book. Glancing down at your masterpiece of his face one more time, you began to walk towards his still empty tent, placing it on top of one of the many Gale had lying around.
Before you could second guess your decision, you walked towards the blazing campfire to eat dinner and spend time with your companions.
As you approached greeting those who were still standing around, eventually you were standing right in front of him.
As if Gale felt your presence, he turned towards you the moment you neared his proximity.
"Hungry?"
If only the words in your head weren't so jumbled around such a man who had skills like these, you might've been able to strike up more of a conversation.
In response, you nodded and leaned over the pot to smell what he'd cooked.
"It's nothing special, just a little recipe I've known for years." His brown eyes seemed to linger on you a moment longer than expected, before he was leaning over to plate some of the meal for you. Catching glimmers of campfire light in his dark brown eyes as you waited patiently.
"Thank gods at least one of us can cook," you muttered, looking down as to not start blushing over a bowl of stew. Though you were surprised when Gale chuckled, confirming he heard what you said.
Handing the quite full bowl to you with both hands, you reached out for it in the same way. Though just for a split moment when your hands cupped the warm bowl, you brushed against the top of his with your own. A jolt in the way your heart pounded in your chest, you retracted your arms quickly without spelling and thanked him.
"Hope you enjoy it." Gale responded with a small smile, turning back to make himself a bowl as you walked off. It seemed he was always feeding everyone else before himself, leaving whatever was left for himself. If there ever was anything left. Your group had grown so much since you first woke up on that beach, that there wasn't always enough for everyone.
I hope you’ve never gone hungry, Gale.
There was no doubting the rush you felt whenever in his presence. His scent of amber and lilies, like a thing you could breathe in forever.
Before you knew it, your feet had brought you back to the lonely corner of camp, gulping down the meal with haste while looking over the other pages you'd drawn of Gale.
One of him conjuring the weave under the stars, another of him holding a book and reading at his tent. More were just scribbles and half drawings, maybe the way his strands framed his face that day or when he cast a spell during battle.
How envious you'd been of the soft clothing that's lucky enough to caress every inch of his body all day long. Was purple his favorite color, or was it because the Weave consumed everything in his life?
How many kisses long was his neck? What do his lips taste like? What's his favorite drink?
So many peculiar things you desired to learn about him, yet you could barely strike up a conversation.
Drawing was an outlet for many things; among them were other pages with plans for the coming days and other places to visit. There were always doodles around the entries where you'd interacted with Gale in any way. You found it worked only so much, still aching on the inside from a distance.
Another hour passed before camp finally quieted, and the fire’s flames dwindled to embers. It seemed everyone had turned in for the night, and you decided on getting some shuteye as well after freshening up. A good night's rest and sweet dreams were calling to you once you'd changed into something more comfortable.
If anything, let me dream about him tonight.
Though you sensed footsteps approaching the minute you sat down. You were praying it wasn't Astarion there to ask you for a late night snack, or another unwanted visitor you'd have to fight off. At this hour, you weren't sure you could handle it.
But as you turned to face whoever it was, you were pleasantly surprised to find it was Gale, holding a piece of paper in his hand. You aren't sure whether to be glad, or nervous. Him finding the paper must've meant he noticed it immediately; Gale was one of the most organized people you knew. Which says a lot, since he's spoken about the chaos of his tower in Waterdeep for ages.
Slowly, you stood up to converse with him, fidgeting with your fingers until he began to speak.
"Did you... draw this? My face?" He points to himself, in awe of the fact that you've captured him so perfectly. Gale was holding the page so delicately, careful not to rip it or smudge any of your shading.
"I uh... what?" you ask, blinking a couple times to make sure this was reality.
"Because it's very good. I've never known someone who could draw like this before."
His compliment caught you off guard- a recognition of your skill, one you shied away from for so long. Coming from him... well, that was the game changer.
"I was a bit confused as to who could've drawn it at first. But then I remembered how you've got a bunch of skills, and I thought, what's one more added to the list? That, and the fact that there was some sort of gray powder on my hand after you came and got dinner." He smirked throughout the last sentence, giving you a knowing look.
How eye opening, to realize you'd spent so long in thought of detailing Gale's face just right... that you'd forgotten how much of it transferred onto your skin. A foolish mistake. But one that couldn't be taken back now.
"But still one question, why me?"
Your simple answer could've been told by the fact that he's more handsome than anyone you'd ever met before. His long locks and pretty features were entertaining to draw, and it brought you so much more than joy to be able to capture him in such a way.
What you felt inside was... well, stronger. It wasn't just that you could copy his face onto a page like a photograph. It was all consuming, the urge to sketch him as your muse, for reminders of him while he's not at your side. A piece of him to hold close.
"You're the only one I've wanted to draw... for a long time. Nothing else's consumed me like... you do. Gale, you're everything to me."
He was silent for a moment, then he stepped nearer to you and your heart skipped a beat once again. A deep breath of him into your lungs did nothing to combat the unease stirring in your chest, waiting for him to say something back.
You're so much more than what Mystra's tasked of you, you whisper, looking down for a moment. Before you could go on further, his hand cupped your chin and brought your eyes back up to meet his.
"Flattered, I am. Truly. I care for you deeply, I think since I've seen you save so many on our journey together. Your constant hand of kindness wherever you go. I admire you, not just for that-- but... I'd be here all night detailing everything I could." He trails off, chuckling, but there was sincerity in every word. You could see how bright his eyes were when talking.
"So... you're saying..."
"I'm saying I'm in love with you." His hand strokes your cheek with the lightest touch, feeling the warmth in your soft skin beneath his palm.
"I'm in love with you too." you admit in one breath, turning your eyes upwards to his. Your hairs are standing on edge, and there's such a strong tension in the room that you continue to stand still.
"May I kiss you? Don't think I can bare a moment longer without it." His cheeks were pinking with a blush when you smiled at his words. You nodded in response, reaching up to stroke his face lovingly.
The moment your hand makes contact with his skin, he feels the rush of a million hairs standing on edge. Being a reclusive wizard in a tower for a large portion of his life didn't help his urge to be touched by you. Many a night he sat awake, wondering how you'd tough him, where you'd touch him, and how you'd say 'I love you'. Nothing prepared him for the reality of this moment.
Gale's movements toward you were nothing close to rushed; in fact, he took his time dragging his eyes over the relieved look on your face. A look that showed him how much he'd been a fool to think you thought of him any differently than he thought about you. He kissed you with all the devotion that had been piling up inside him... it was heaven.
One kiss just wasn't enough for him though, the minute he pulled away from the first exchange of your lips, he wanted another. He never wanted the bliss that was your lips to escape him, especially if he could help it.
Though you ended up wanting to gasp for air whilst attempting to make those moments pressed to his lips last.
"As much as I... would like to kiss you for eternity... I think I need to catch my breath first." Your palm pressed to his chest, noting his quickened heartbeat. Gale chuckled, his lips and yours swollen from how they had pined for so long to be one with yours in a private moment like this.
"Won't you draw me... more often?" he asked, breathless from the surge of sheer feeling that was reaching out from within him.
"Oh, Gale. Very bold of you to assume my pages aren't already filled with you. But... I could never deny sketching you for as long as I could help it." Your hand wrapped around the nape of his neck, while playing with his brown locks. Your assumption that his hair was as soft as it looked had been correct.
"Gods, I... I love every part of you. I am yours, my love." Gale's forehead pressed against yours, his fingers looping through the free hand combing through his hair.
"If I could stay like this with you all night long, I would in a heartbeat. But... perhaps we should get some rest first?"
"Well, of course. Would you do me the honor of joining me in my bedroll for the night?" Gale pressed one of your hands against his lips, a gesture of true chivalry and heart of gold.
"I absolutely accept."
With that, you end your day sleeping pressed up against Gale in the confines of his tent, too exhausted to do anything else but share one of many future kisses before falling to sleep. 
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obsessedwhyyes · 1 day ago
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WIP... Saturday?
So the last little while, I've been plagued with jury duty, which means I've not been a very good Tumblrer lately. I've missed so many WIP Wednesday and Snippet Sunday tags!
Thank you so much to the incredibly gorgeous, wonderful @khywren, @davenswitcher, @nerdallwritey, @kalmiaphlox, and @caffeinatedmunchkin for the tags! Your WIPs are a hard act to follow ❤️
Here's a big ol' snippet from chapter 2 of my mystic circus AU, A Tale of Fools and Tricksters, officially titled, 'Looking Glass.' Featuring a slightly frantic Astarion.
Chapter 1 can be found here!
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No Pressure Tags: @roguishcat @larvasmoonlight @scrapsovereign @snowfolly @honeybee-bard @inkymoonbunny
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coreene · 2 days ago
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Think about this confession a lot and wrote a little bit for it a while ago. I was hoping I could add it into someplace in my longfic but I may not be able to so here it is (under the cut)
No warnings just fluff
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Minsc tells Astarion that his wrinkles makes his face that much more handsome. Lorelei finds Astarion obsessing over his face in front of the mirror.
"Astarion what are you doing? You don't have a reflection."
"I know," he placed the hand mirror down on the dresser, hands coming up to his face. "Minsc said I had wrinkles! WRINKLES! I was barely forty as an elf when I was turned. Where the hell did they come from?" He said with a dramatic voice and dropped himself onto the bed.
Lorelei jumped on the bed straddling him and took hold of his hands.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna kiss your wrinkles, because I love them."
She proceeded to leave peppery kisses to his forehead, to the sides of his eyes while Astarion tried to get out of her hold and whined. "Stop it."
"No." She switched to his right side to give that the same treatment. "This one is my favourite." She left a kiss to the side of his eye.
"Cut it out," Astarion tried to sound serious but he couldn't stop the giggles escaping his mouth.
"No, I was wrong," she left another kiss on his skin, "this is my favourite."
"Lore, stop it," he said this time in between a flurry of giggles.
"No, I need to kiss them. They're too pretty," she said continuing her kisses. Astarion moved his head to catch her lips just as she was about to leave another kiss. She melt into his lips, right away and loosened her grip on his arms which Astarion took advantage to innocently wrap his arms around her.
He rolled her on her back and held both her hands above her head with one swift motion. Lorelei had a surprised look on her face, her brown eyes looking at him wide open.
"You deserve to be punished for that," he said prompting her eyes to widen before he dived into tickle her mercilessly.
"Astarion, stop," she barely spoke between giggles and her thrashing to get out of his hold. "Oh, gods, stop it."
"Apologise."
"Never."
"Then, no." He continued to tickle her and eventually all she could do was giggle and try to keep him away.
"Astarion, stop, I'm gonna, pee, myself," she breathed out between giggles.
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I want to kiss the wrinkles around Astarion's eyes and make him giggle
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halsinzine · 2 days ago
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endless-petals · 3 days ago
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hello, thank you for the opportunity! I would Love to See some more of astarion x Male(elf/rogue)reader :). Maybe some Angst/fluff Szenario?^^ tysm!
Licking Your Wounds
Universe: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairing: Astarion x Male Elf Rogue Reader
Warnings: wounded reader, healing, light angst, etc.
Word Count: 600
A/N: Thanks for the request! It's brief but I'm slowly getting back into writing and this helped a lot. I hope you enjoy it :)
"He'll be alright, Astarion." Shadowheart hisses in a hushed breath. Blue tendrils of magic spill against the gash across your chest, knitting the flesh together again.
"Just do your magic and leave us!" You barely register the voice but you recognize it instantly. The world may be hazy but he never will be. Not to you.
"You can't rush these things." Slowly, you feel the small hand spread across your torso, emanating a buzzing sensation beneath each finger tip. It's an anchor to the world of the living, a reminder that this battle hasn't been lost. "Not if you want him back on his feet."
There's a fleeting moment in which cool fingers mingle with your own, solemn yet gentle before nothingness consumes you once more.
......
Night has long since fallen when you wake, the singular candle in the tent guttered as you slept. Sore muscles burn as you amble into a sitting position, dark vision supplying you a clear view inside of close quarters. A pair of clean trousers and a fresh tunic are laid beside your bedroll.
You smirk, knowing it was Astarion who'd gone to such matters; after all, he was a man who paid close attention to details. Not unlike yourself. A source of pride that was often helpful on such a difficult journey. Not to mention helping you snag an extra treacle tart and a few extra coins to add to the coffer.
Stars freckle the night sky when you emerge from a tattered tent, the torches of the city glowing in the distance. You practically smell the sea salt and the fresh baked biscuits you'd steal from merchants in The Wide.
Yet, everyone is bristling at the prospect of returning. Especially a certain vampire who is suspiciously absent from his tent. You stalk past Halsin and Karlach, seeking the tallest point of the ruined battlements. A singular torch glows at the top of the ladder, confirming your suspicions.
The wooden slats creak beneath your weight. Climbing is more strenuous an activity than you'd expect as your chest still aches. Arriving at the top, you find Astarion reclining against a crumbling wall, monocle to his eye. At the tips of lithe fingers are a needle and torn tunic.
Your tunic.
A glass of wine is settled at his side, your appearance doing little to steal him from the distraction at hand. You smirk, crawling to his side, shoulders barely touching.
"I have more of those." Your arms curl around bent knees, holding them tight. His lips twitch tightly when you nudge him playfully.
"You like this one." He responds stiffly, before setting the blood stained garment aside.
"I like you." You nuzzle into his neck before he slides away, hugging his own knees. "What's wrong, Star?"
"How are you taking this so lightly?" He practically hisses as a burgundy gaze falls on the distant Baldur's Gate. You practically hear his worries about Cazador and The Absolute. But none are as prominent as his biggest fear.
Losing you.
And today was a close call.
Astarion bristles as your hand falls upon his back but melts into the touch. You rub circles into tense muscles, trying to relieve his worries. At least somewhat.
"Because it's easier to laugh than cry." The words are saccharine and silly though truth still lurks there. "I'm still here. And you will be too."
He wants to argue; you can feel the urge. Instead, you pull him to your side and press a kiss amongst a field of snowy curls. For a moment, like this, you feel safe.
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pursuitseternal · 2 days ago
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𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻
Summary: He can’t remember anything, but she does. The betrothed she believed dead, the source of all her centuries of grief and heartache now in the middle of her path after the Nautiloid crash. He might look mostly the same as the one who stole her heart, but something is different about him. Dark. Changed. Something hidden. But her own centuries of becoming battle-hardened have taught her wisdom and insight beyond her own elvish abilities. He is a monster she can tame, a challenge she will have to face. No matter the heartache. ✨Nearly complete✨
Our Blood Fic Ao3 Link | Series Ao3 Link
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12
Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15
Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18
Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21
Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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“Our Blood: Into the Fire”
Summary: A favor once given to ensure Ascension is finally owed in turn: Raphael arrives from Avernus. With the thrill of another battle on the horizon, Astarion and his Raven prepare for fires and blood. Lust and bloodlust aren’t quite so different ✨Complete✨
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“Our Blood: Liars’ Night”
Summary: At the request of their old Wizard companion, the Ascendant and his Raven arrive in Waterdeep the night before Liars’ Night. “A matter of utmost importance” needs their aid, a dangerous prospect with enemy Vampires, secret artifacts, and a good old fashioned Masquerade for the holiday ✨In Progress✨
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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼:
Links to @marimosalad Twt for full NSFW
“Down by the River”
“You taste divine” blow job, ch 5
“Dark Kissing,” ch 19
“Throne Sex”- Into the Fire, ch 1
Link to “Into the Fire” Astarion x Cordehlia x Raphael by @synabunart
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frantic-fiction · 10 months ago
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Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x Tav
Summary: The party is taking the night off. You're convinced to wear a dress, and Astarion just can't control himself.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Semi-public sex, caught in the act?
Word Count: 3.2k
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Standing in front of the mirror, you pull at the dark green fabric, tugging it down this way and that. You try again to tie the corset but give up quickly. You swing your hips, and the flowy skirt swishes, tickling the skin above your knees. Looking yourself up and down, you zone in on your hips, squirming at the fabric extenuating your curves. So much skin on display makes you want to steal someone's spare cloak to hide in. You weren't one to be self-conscious, but you're used to donning armor and leather, not this scrap of fabric Karlach had convinced you to buy. 
You should just change. Grab some leggings and one of Astarion's shirts, and call it a night. You didn't need a dress to catch his eye; you know how Astarion feels about you; wearing a dress won't change that. Backing away from the mirror, you're just about to rip the dress off when Karlach bursts into the room, Shadowheart following behind her at a much tamer pace. 
"Soldier!" Karlach squeals, stopping suddenly in the middle of the room. She slaps her hands on either side of her face. "You. Are. Gorgeous!" Your face burns as Karlach pounces on you, spinning you around to give her the best view from every angle. Heat creeps up your chest and you giggle awkwardly.
"She's right, you look stunning," Shadowheart smirked and added, "Ten gold Astarion won't be able to keep it in his pants."
"20, he won't make it to a room," Karlach shouts.
"Gods! You both are ridiculous." You squeal, swatting Karlach's hands away and stepping back from her excitement. You huff and fix your skirt. Crossing your hands over your chests, you glare at the girls before timidly looking off to the side. "So, I don't look silly?" The hesitation is evident.
"All joking aside, I assure you, soldier, you are beautiful. And I know for a fact Fangs won't be able to keep his eyes off of you."
You beam under Karlach's compliment, doing a few excited calf raises because you have no idea how else to handle her words. Shadowheart moves towards you and fixes a fallen strand of hair. She gives you a soft smile and moves to finish lacing your corset, patting your arm when she’s done.
"Now we should go. The others are waiting downstairs," Shadowheart motions everyone to the door, letting you take a moment to slip your shoes on. 
After months of endless travels and brutal battles, the party decided to take the evening to drink, relax, and enjoy each other's company. A night to forget the tadpoles and the Absolute. All except Lae'zel, who scoffed at the idea, were joining in on the fun.
Descending the stairs, you slammed with the melody of lively tunes played by a band of minstrels, competing with the animated conversations of patrons. The music, infused with the spirit of celebration, is so loud that it vibrates through the wooden beams of the tavern. The dance floor is alive with energetic movements as couples twirl and spin to the rhythm and the joyous laughter of those lost in the moment.
The bar is surrounded by a sea of drunk patrons clamoring for attention. Tankards slammed onto the worn surface as the bartender poured frothy ale and mead expertly. The dim light of flickering candles and oil lamps casts a warm glow on the diverse crowd. The unmistakable odors of stale ale, greasy food, and the tang of sweat intermingle in the air, creating a distinctive nostalgic and pungent aroma. You're lost in the crowd's movement, overwhelmed with the sounds. You grab onto Shadowheart's elbow like a lifeline.
"Karlach!" Wyll calls and you all snap your head to the side. The party had claimed a booth, and Gale and Wyll were standing up, waving their arms over their heads. They looked like they started early on the drinking; both men's faces were flush, and they each held an easy, dopey grin.
"Wyll!" Karlach linked her arms with yours and Shadowheart's and approached the table. You let her pull you, too busy searching for him. Astarion is slow to stand, but you know the moment he sets his eyes on you. You watch the subtle change in his body language. His hand tightened around the goblet; the exaggerated inhale of air as if someone had kicked him, watching the hunger grow in his eyes.
Now, you feel the confidence bloom in your chest. The dress no longer makes you squirm in discomfort; no, it gives you power and makes you feel desired and sexy. The flame ignites low in your abdomen. Suddenly, you were playing with fire and excited to get burned. A smug smile stretches your lips the closer you get. Pulling away from Karlach, you move and hook your arms around Astarion's neck. You pull him down and place a kiss on his cheek.
"Hi, handsome," you smile up at him, feeling his hand caress the small of your back. Cold fingers playing at the edge of the corset.
"Hello darling, you look breathtaking." He pushes you back gently, giving him space to take in your attire. "Turn for me, my love. Let me look upon the goddess before me."
You roll your eyes at his cheesiness but oblige his request, spinning slowly to allow Astarion to take in every angle. When you come full circle, Astarion captures your lips, and you fall against his chest. His lips meld against yours in a sensual kiss that was entirely inappropriate for the amount of people around, but neither of you seemed to care. Humming against his mouth, you cup his jaw and pull his face away. Astarion chases your lips and lets out a low groan when you deny him what he wants.  
You give Astarion a mischievous grin, patting his chest when you ask. "Do you mind getting me a drink?" 
He gives you a pointed look, visibly dissatisfied with his kiss. With one look and your hand running up his chest and over his shoulder, Astarion caves with a huff. "Yes, of course. Would you like your usual?"
"Yes, please." You say pecking his lips a final time before joining your friends in the booth. 
Wyll was regaling the table with a tale of his early days as the Blade of Frontiers when Astarion slides in beside you. He sets your drink down, and you whisper your thanks before taking a sip and focusing back on Wyll. Gale is quick to call out Wyll's bullshit, Shadowheart pointing out the exaggeration the warlock had blended into his story. It soon devolved into a bickering match as Wyll tried to defend himself. You chuckle between sips of wine, leaning into Astarion, setting your head gently against his shoulder. His hand had found your bare thigh, fingers kneading the supple flesh. 
Suddenly, your friends become background noise as your senses hone in on Astarion. The cheeky smirk that stretches his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing as Astarion inches his smooth hand further under your dress—never crossing the line but far enough to make you clench your legs together in need. You bite your lip, cheeks burning from more than the alcohol, and reach down to take his hand in yours. 
"I know what you're doing,"
"Oh, and what is that, my dear?" Astarion grins, bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. He leans to your ear, "Do you not want me to touch you?" His breath cascades over your neck, and a shiver runs up your spine.
"Not when you're trying to tease me in public."
"My sweet girl, I'm not the one being a tease."
"Soldier! Stop making goo-goo eyes at Fangs, and come dance with me!" Karlach yells across the table, breaking whatever spell Astarion had you under. Pulling away, you look up to see Karlach jumping up and down, hand outstretched for you to take. 
"You know I won't say no to dancing." Astarion reluctantly moves to let you out of the booth. Karlach is quick to grab your hand and pull you towards the stage. 
The time is lost in the beat of the drums and the flow of your hips. Karlach twirls you around, and you can't stop giggling. Wyll joins in the fun, and suddenly, the crowd has formed a unified line dance. It's messy, and you don't know the steps, but you watch Wyll and poke fun at Karlach's improvised moves. You dance until your breath is ragged and your feet start hurting. Moving your body until the sea of people starts to drown you. Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through your veins or the excitement of the dancing. Still, the fun quickly turns to overstimulation that blankets you in thick sheets. In an instant, the room is too hot and too loud, and if you don't get out now, you just might scream.
You leave Karlach and move towards the door outside to the back alley. Pushing it open, you stumble over the threshold and inhale the cold night air. It instantly sobers, clearing your mind and easing your panic. You stare up at the starry sky, soaking in the bright moon. Goosebumps spread over your exposed arms and legs, and you shiver. It doesn't stop you from stepping further into the alleyway as you breathe and allow your heart to settle its pounding. You can still hear the muffled music and thumping feet. 
You hear the door open again but pay it no mind until Astarion speaks, "There you are, my sweet."
You turn on your heel and give him a soft smile. He glowed under the moonlight, an ethereal being standing before you, his face partially cast in shadow, staring at you with hunger. "I needed some air."
"I'm sure you did," Astarion smirks, stepping closer toward you. A predator stalks up to its prey. "All that dancing you were doing must have been exhausting."
"It was, but it was so fun." You reach out instinctually, wrapping your arms around his neck. Astarion smoothes his hands down your spine to the swell of your butt, moving to squeeze the soft, plump flesh. "You should join me next time." You squeak at his grip, pressing yourself closer to him.
Then his lips are on yours, and your back is digging into the rough brick of the alleyway. Astarion's tongue is in your mouth, and you're moaning, gripping his shoulders to find purchase. One of his fangs nipped your bottom lip, and your knees practically buckled under you. You would have fallen if Astarion hadn't pressed you against the wall. 
"I think I just might take you dancing tomorrow." His cold hands caress your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip, pushing up the fabric of your dress with it. "I'll buy you a pretty new dress to add to your growing collection, and I'll have you move your body for me like you've been doing all night." 
He rolls his hips into yours, and you cry into his neck, kissing his skin to muffle your noises. "Swaying those hips in this tight little thing. Gods darling, I've been hard all night, and it's entirely your fault, you naughty little minx."
"Astarion," You sigh, relishing the friction of his hard cock against your clothed core. 
"Such a cruel woman, dangling a feast over a starving man. I'll have to punish you for that." Astarion purrs, running his nose along the line of your jaw, stopping to bite at his favorite spot; his fangs puncture the surface just enough to have droplets of your blood trickle out.
His tongue lavishes over your skin, making sure not a drop escapes. The moan that rumbles through his chest is purely animalistic, and a rush of heat gushes between your legs. "But right now, my naughty girl, I'm going to fuck you here against this wall." 
You let out a whimper, hips bucking instinctually, heat coiling in your lower stomach. "Please.." 
Astarion takes no time to push your underwear aside and push two of his fingers into your folds with a lewd, wet sound. Astarion begins to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, with each stroke curling up just slightly. The rough pad of his thumb finds your swollen clit, and applying pressure, he circles the nub in time with his fingers. 
"You're already so drenched, always so ready for me." You pull his face in and sigh into his mouth, niping his lip playfully. Threading your hand through his soft curls, you give a soft tug, relishing in the grunt Astarion gives you. 
You're painfully aware of your surroundings and know that someone could step out and catch the two of you any moment. The thought gives you a jolt of excitement you'll have to think about later. There is no room to take your time, so you tug harder on Astarion's hair loss, pulling his lips from the flesh of your neck he was playing with.
"Star," You roll your hips against his hand impatiently. "I need you to fuck me already,"
"So impatient, but you are right. This is not the time to play." Astarion tsk before unceremoniously ripping your underwear off and stuffing them in his pocket. 
"I liked those."
"I'll buy you a new pair, maybe one to match your new dress." Astarion peppers kiss down your neck. Your hands move to pull his pants down, freeing his cock. It's red and looks painfully swollen. Astarion hisses through his teeth when you give the base of his cock a tight squeeze. 
"I want one that matches the new dress and the same ones you just ripped." You countered, giving him a few languid strokes using his precum as a lubricant. 
"Whatever you want, my love." He says mindlessly, taking you into another breathtaking kiss.
Astarion hands leave your cunt, and a whine leaves your lips. He kisses your pout and quickly grabs his cock. Astarion pumps himself a few more times before lining up at your entrance. When Astarion sheaths himself fully in your heat, the wind is knocked out of you. A collective groan of ecstasy escapes from both of your mouths. There is no build-up, no room to catch your breath. Astarion quickly pulls out and slams back into you—your back scraps against the bricks, and your foot slips on the cobblestone.
You yelp scrambling to hold on and not fall pathetically onto the dirty alley floor. Astarion, without skipping a beat, scoops you up fully in his arms. All you can do is wrap your legs around his hips and hold on as he pounds into your dripping cunt. 
"Gods, you're perfect," Astarion signs into your neck. He pulls at your dress, moving the corset just enough to expose one of your breasts. He bends his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You choke on a gasp; cupping the back of his head, you press him further against you. 
"Astarion," you moan, carding your fingers into his curls. Rolling your hips, you match his thrusts. Your lower stomach tightens, and you will not last much longer. Not with him pulling you apart in the way only he can. You tried to say as much, but you choke on a sob when Astarion's fingers find your clit. 
He grinds your hips into the brick wall and brutalizes your clit with tight circles. His voice is raspy in your ears. "I'm close, love…ngh - gods, you feel so good."
"A-astarion, please!" Tears bead down your cheeks, pleasure overwhelming your senses. Your muscles are tightening. Your legs quake, and you clench tightly around him. 
"That’s it, come for me, beautiful." And that is all you need to see stars, opening your mouth in a silent cry. Ecstasy courses through your veins, and you bite down on his collarbone to ground yourself in your pleasure. His hips stutter, pace faltering as he loses himself in your body, spilling his seed deep into you. 
Neither of you moves; the brick is now uncomfortably digging into your back, but you can't find the energy to care. Astarion peppers kiss up and down your neck. You scratch his scalp softly and catch your breath. It’s nice.
"I guess I should wear more dresses."
"My dear, you could wear a burlap sack, and I would have still taken you against this wall."
"Horny bastard." 
The two of you were too caught up in each other to notice the tavern door opening again. Nor did either of you notice two figures stepping out. At least not until Karlach's loud cackle echoed down the alleyway. You whip your head in her direction, Astarion following suit. Karlach is hunched over and on her knees, shoulders shaking with laughter. Shadowheart stands beside her, arms crossed with disgust and annoyance plastered on her face.
Astarion is quick to turn you away, shielding you with his body. He let’s you go and you scramble to cover yourself. He helps you fix your dress. Great. 
"What did I tell you? Fangs couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to find a room!" Karlach booms, slapping Shadowheart on the arm. "Hand it over," her palm extended in wait. You hide your face in Astarion's neck, face burning in embarrassment. 
Shadowheart mumbled something under her breath, digging in her pocket for her gold pouch. "Here," the gold is slapped into the tieflings palm. She turns to the two of you. "Find a different cleric to cure whatever disease you've contracted in this filthy alley." Shadowheart quickly turns back into the tavern, the door slamming behind her. 
"Well, thanks for the gold," The tiefling beams and skips after Shadowheart, leaving you and Astarion alone once more. 
You refuse to leave the space between Astarion's jaw and collarbone. Thoughts of packing your stuff and running to Candlekeep are crossing your mind. Karlach and Shadowheart are already telling Wyll and Gale about your exploits, and you don't want to handle the smug looks. 
Astarion's chest rumbles with silent laughter, and you're pulled from your escape plans. You emerge from your safe space and glare up at the man. "What's so funny?!" 
He laughs harder, and runs his thumb over your pout, cupping your jaw. You hold firm in your annoyance and turn your head. "Karlach is telling all of our friends that we just fucked in a dirty back alley, why would you be laughing?" You snap.
"You would think at this point Shadowheart would stop betting on our love life. Tsk, all the gold she's lost." You narrow your eyes at him. His playful smirk widens. "She and the other weirdos should know how shamelessly I want you. They were lucky I didn't fuck you on the table." 
Rolling your eyes, you shove him hard, forcing Astarion to stumble back. Moving past you storm towards the door; he's laughing and calling your name. Astarion, only get your middle finger before the tavern door closes behind you.
Astarion is a cheeky shit. I love him.... Let me know what ya thought, i love your feedback.
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brabblesblog · 4 months ago
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A kiss, stolen in a moment away from the crowd.
Read up on what these two idiots are on about here:
Whither is thy beloved gone?
Remember ye not the former things.
Art by @pickled0ctopus
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astarionmylife · 6 months ago
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When you and Astarion first have sex, it's all an act. It's a carefully precise performance he is putting on. Perfectly timed grunts and groans, pretty seductive language. He puts up a domineering front, disassociates like he always used to. It's second nature to him now, sex is not a tender act of affection anymore. It's a deal, the only thing he can offer in a trade. He's in control, simply exists to make you feel good.
As the two of you get closer, when you start experiencing feelings for each other, he doesn't know what to do. He feels lost, and the sex is much gentler. He's starting to feel comfortable with you, sometimes allows you to top and take control as he surrenders. His mask of pretense is dropping, his perfectly manicured act falling apart. He finds little whiny moans escaping him as he finishes. He finds himself clinging to you more and more, trusting you with more parts of his past.
After awhile, the two of you are open with each other, very much in love. You take care of him when necessary, and while the sex is never the same ideal as it was, it's so much more satisfying. And sometimes he can cry during sex, sobs falling down his cheeks as he sloppily thrusts into you, head buried in the crock of your neck as you stroke your fingers through his hair and whisper affirmations into his ears. And on the less emotional but just as horny days, you can spend days in bed, alternating between just holding each other, and pounding into each other. Life is good.
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reverieblondie · 7 months ago
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Could I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, Wyll, and Astarion with touch starved gn s/o?
I ended up rewriting these a few times but I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!
Haarlep and Raphael with thouch starved S/O HERE
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Halsin 
Halsin would never say you were obvious, but figuring out you were touched starved was relatively easy to tell. Especially with the game you were playing, it was clear after the nth time you asked for healing from him from a mere paper cut on your finger. Though, could anyone really blame you? After spending so much time on the road, with no friendly touch for weeks, then when Halsin came to your aid to heal you from a particularly nasty hit from a goblin, That was the start of it, the aching for him; you had been healed by others before but…nobody did healing like Halsin. Most healers hover their hands over you, but Halisn would hold you, pressing his large but tender hands to your skin, letting his healing magic flow through from him to you; the touch would send tingling shivers through you; some would argue that it was from the magic…But you knew it was from his touch. Halsin was more than willing to help heal you every time; in fact, the consent wanting his touch helped you two connect. Halsin hoped you would confess you wanted him to hold you one day. But you never did. So when you came for healing from your “terribly painful stomach ache,” he knew he would have to make the first move. “I think I know the perfect solution to your problem,” he whispered before he wrapped you in a tight hug; every ache and pain melted away from his touch. It is truly the perfect medicine anytime you feel touch starved.
Every party of Halsin is perfection in your eyes. Oak father really did a fantastic job when it came to making him. However, the one place you’re always grabbing onto the most is his arms. It’s not hard to see why; it’s nearly impossible to keep from clinging to his massive limbs, snuggling into them, running your hands over his thick forearms. Halsin, the sweetheart, doesn’t seem to mind your clinging, even if he is busy carving away. Now that Halsin has noticed your fondness for his arms, he may or may not start to flex them subtly when gesturing or wearing shirts that expose them so you can see every slight rippling of his muscles. Halsin will let you cling to him as long as he can nuzzle into his favorite part of you later tonight…
Now usually you’re the needy one in the relationship, pleading for hugs and beaming every time you get wrapped up in Halsins arms. Today has been different, however. It started when you woke up with Halsins hands creasing your sides and snuggling into your neck, of course you melted at the touch, thoroughly relishing in the attention, but it didn’t end there. Usually, Halsin would walk through the woods for some meditation and to gather herbs and materials for you two, but today, he didn’t leave your side. Of course, you loved it, but a part of you was starting to get worried. When you brought it up, he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I just find myself wanting to be near you, my heart.” You squeeze his large hands back, “Well, let me help you, my love.” rising to your tiptoes, you begin to pepper kisses all over Halsins face. He grabs your waist and lifts you to meet his lips with yours quickly; the kiss only makes him needier. 
He loves every part of you, from your hair to your adorable toes. But his hands consistently linger on your curves. On those days when you are feeling extra needy. Halsin is more than willing to help…In some inventive ways. The contrast is maddening… The smooth honey slips on top of your heated skin, and then Halsins rough tongue licks up the sticky liquid off your stomach. His hands guide your back to an arch as he keeps his hazel eyes on your moaning face. Sucking and licking as his hands continue to run over your squirming body. Halsin doesn’t know what is sweeter, the honey or you; he will spend all night trying to figure it out. 
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Zevlor
Zevlor has been around for a while but was never too familiar with the term ‘Touched starved.’ Sure, he had heard it back in his commander days from soldiers whispering about needing attention of the flesh but never truly gave it too much thought…until. The idea came to him when he noticed a particular trait of yours. You had no special awareness when it came to him. Consistently, you were leaning into him quite closely, and when you two walked around during perimeter checks, you would often bump into him or brush your hand against his. Of course, you would apologize for your clumsiness, but deep down, you knew what was happening…Your body was burning for him, his warmth, his touch, and it was seeking it out in any way possible. It didn’t click so quickly for Zevlor until he saw you sparing, and there was no inclination of any clumsiness in your movements; even with others, he never saw you bump or run into anything; your movements were precise and calculated…and that’s when he figured it out you were touching him purposely. Zevlors first thought was, why? Then his second was how can he tell you to only ask him for his touch. Finally, one day, as you two were doing your usual perimeter check, you slowly inched closer and closer to him, seeking the slight relief of his touch. Still, as you went to bump into him for only a moment, you found the ex-hellrider wrapped his arms quickly around you keeping you to his warm chest. Eyes wide, you go to apologize, but Zevlor is quick to quiet your worries, “If you need my warmth…please don’t hesitate to ask me…” After that day, you got a hug from him every chance you could…
Zevlor enjoys the sweet intimacy of your relationship. At first, he was not used to someone wanting to hold him so closely and shower him with affection, but slowly, he is getting used to it and enjoying it immensely. Though, you still find ways to surprise him…For example, when you start paying particular attention to his cheeks and horns, you can’t stop wanting to hold his face so tenderly and whisper soft praises to him. “I’ve never seen beauty like yours, Zevy…” he feels his heart melt at every whisper and every gentle touch to his skin. Then, if you happen to caress the base of his horns? Well…you have never heard such a deep pur.  
 It had been the first day in a long while that you and Zevlor spent most of the day apart. He had promised to speak to some recruits in the city, sharing his wisdom, and you had opted to stay at home. You were expecting him to come home at any minute, so you were working hard to prepare a surprise dinner for him. You missed him being home; usually, you would spend the day working in your small garden together and setting out laundry on the line together. It was lonely without him, so you planned to show him how much you missed him. As you were finishing your stew, you felt arms snaking around your waist. You gasped before his familiar voice eased you, “Be still, my dear, it’s only me…” Your body immediately relaxes as you turn to hug him back. “How was your trip?” Zevlor only hums as he buries his head into your neck. “I missed you…the road was lonely without you by my side…” you rub your hands up and down his arms as they hug you. Then you feel one of his arms part from you and hear the stove turn off; before you can ask anything else, you’re lifted and carried away toward your shared room. “Zev! What- What about Dinner?” “It can wait…I need to be close to you, just for a while…” The stew wasn’t eaten until much later… 
“So beautiful…” his breath is warm as he whispers the complement into your neck. Zevlor’s lips caress your tender skin as he moves to your ear. You cling to his broad shoulders tighten, and your legs squeeze his textured hips. “You’re taking me so well. I’m proud of you.” The moan is involuntary as you feel him push deeper, his lips catching and nipping on your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to pierce, but his tongue soothing you so softly. Moving from your ear, you almost let out a whine before he blows a teasing breath on your neck, causing you to squirm and keen at the tickleing sensation. Zevlor’s fiery eyes look down at you, and that soft smile never fails to melt your core. He leans in, lips hovering over yours, his hands softly gliding down your waist, “I love you…” The vow is then sealed with a kiss. 
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Wyll
Wyll hadn’t thought of you as touched starved until you had to tell him flat-out. To his credit, you didn’t make it easy for him to figure out. When Wyll thinks of the term touched starved, he thinks of someone like him. Someone always willing to give out a hug or a friendly pat on the back; if you’re touched starved and in the proximity of Wyll, you were not touched starved for long. Hells, Wyll would risk the burns of hugging Karlach if she so requested. You, on the other hand, would never seem to be receptive to his friendly gestures, having grown up in a home with little affection and living on the brutal road for a while with a pleasant touch would always be a shock to your system. Especially from Wyll, it was like lightning shooting through your body with a new surge of energy you didn’t know what to do with, so you would tense up. After feeling you clamp up, Wyll simply thought you didn’t like to be touched, so ever the gentleman, he stopped. But that only made you begin to grave him…Finally, after days of seeing him touch and hug your other friends, you felt yourself going to pop. In a spur of the moment, you walked into his tent, staring at his confused features; timidness threatened to take you over, so with shaking limbs, you held your arms open with a shaky beg of “Please…” Wyll’s smile would grow so wide as he embraced you. “I thought you didn’t like to be touched?” “I…I like it when you do it…I crave your embrace…” Wyll will never make you ask please for a hug again…but other things, he might…    
You couldn’t explain exactly why you love it so much, but you find you’re running your hands up and down Wylls strong back every time you get the chance. Maybe it was from seeing all its glory when he returned from the river or in the early mornings when he woke up for training. There’s just something about his broad shoulders that lean down to his narrow waist that makes your hands twitch to touch him. Wyll, of course, isn’t oblivious to how you take him in; that might be why he walks around without a shirt more often. His favorite part about liking his back is when you rest your head between his shoulder blades and hold onto him tightly. It never fails to put a smile on both your faces.  
Between the two of you, you’re the one who is always slow to wake. On a typical day, you usually wake up to an empty left side of the bed, but this morning is different. You wake up to your body being held by what looks like a sleeping Wyll. Your first instinct is to worry and check him for a fever, but you find that he feels normal, and when he wakes, he greets you with a lazy smirk. “Are you okay, Wyll? You’re usually up by now?” Wyll hums softly as his eyes lazily roam over your form, “I woke up earlier but found that I couldn’t part from you…” His sweet words always make you blush, and you go to say you're sorry out of habit, but you’re silenced by him gently stroking your cheek. “Well, How about I make breakfast for us? We could eat together.” As you rise, you are quickly grabbed and trapped within his arms, his lips attacking your neck in a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. “You’re not going anywhere…I am not done with you yet…”   
It’s always so slow, his hands sliding up and down your spread legs while your sex grows more and more aroused. One part of you wants to beg him to stop teasing you, but you both know that the loving pass of his hands on your skin is what you crave. Wyll keeps his eyes on yours as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The attention he gives you makes your mind hazy and your sex quiver in a way that only he causes. A moment of weakness causes you to moan his name. He will look down at your flushed face and smile against your skin before finally sliding his tongue on the spot you need him the most. 
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Rolan
Rolan is very familiar with the term being touched starved, and from being accused of it by Cal and Lia relentlessly, he was aware of the traits. Not that he thought he ever showed these. Then came you, and it was the end of him being touched starved. Rolan, at first, didn’t understand why every time you were near, your hand would absentmindedly rub in between his shoulder blades or how when you would go out to the tavern, you would sit so close to him, and it wasn’t as if you were unaware of this. No, from how you would look at his curious gaze with a smirk and a sparkle in your eyes, he knew you were messing with him. Though despite this…you two kept hanging out. If anyone would ask you if you longed for touch, you would say you only wanted Rolans and you had no shame about it; you just wished one day he would indicate the touch for once. Finally, one night, Rolan invited you to the tower to do some reading, something you could do at home, but you wouldn’t dream of passing up a moment to be around him. You two had found yourselves on the chaste, sitting very closely, exchanging blushing looks over the edges of your books, and with every passing page, you two would find yourselves inching closer and closer. Then, as your thighs are pressed together, you feel a warmth wrapping around your ankle. Looking down, you see his tail wrapped around you loosely, unsurely. Rolan had finally taken the initiative, and you were beaming. “If it bothers you, I can-” But before he could finish his sentence, you wrapped his arm around you as you curled into him more. You could hear the rapid rushing of his heart, and you could feel how it matched your own. “It doesn’t bother me; I’ve just been wondering what’s been taking you so long…” The teasing only rewards you with a tighter hold. 
You find every part of Rolan to be utterly perfect, from his beautiful horns to his freckled cheeks to his toes. But the one part of him you constantly find yourself playing with is his tail, swaying and twitching like it has a mind of its own. You love to sneak behind him and run your fingers over the ridged base. The shiver and low growl he gives out every time makes you want to tease and touch him more, your hands becoming clammy for it. Today, you’re reading and mindlessly playing with the sharp tip till, finally, he’s curling the tail around your forearm and pulling you closer for a hungry kiss. He says he is being driven mad by your relentless teasing; you can only smile back before whispering, “Then you shouldn’t keep rewarding me…” 
Rolan tries not to let his neediness get the better of him…but some days, he can’t resist your pull on him. Every time he saw you today, his hands roamed over every curve, his nose in the crook of your neck, and he muttered things you couldn’t catch. The attention was well received as you loved his every touch, but when you parted from him to wash up for the night, the look on his face was utter devastation. “I will be quick, then all night I am yours.” Rolan tsked as he let you go, sitting down in his chair where he would wait for your return. You tried your best to hurry into the bath but were not quick enough. As you wet your hair to be ready for washing, you heard the door open and were greeted by the magnificent sight of Rolan in a small cloth wrapped around his waist. He motions for you to make room. He removes his towel and joins you in the bath. You are happy but utterly confused, and Rolan is quick to defend his actions as he gathers soap into his palm, “You took too long, so now I am here to help; now turn so I can wash your hair.” Without any protest, you turn and relish in the feeling of his clawed hands, washing and lathering the soap in your hair, taking the time to scratch your scalp as he cleans you gently. Maybe you should have him wash your hair every time? If you asked, Rolan would be happy, too.  
It started as a pleasant surprise; while you two were working at Sundries, his tail kept brushing against your butt, and when you two would be out of view from prying eyes, his hand would gently caress your ass. These are simple hints of his wants; you are always eager for his touch. Now here you are, pressed against the back wall with Rolan's needy hands grabbing tight handfuls of your butt. Pants are quickly discarded, and he gives you a quick slap to the soft exposed flesh for being such a naughty distraction. You keen and arch, grinding your ass against his burning erection. A deep moan when his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to rut into you deeply. Panting breaths, intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies desperately rocking against each other. It’s the night you learned that the Great Master Rolan is an ass man.  
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Gale 
You never thought of yourself as touched starved; sure, you had points when you thought of being held or holding someone, but it was never something you would say you were starving for; well, that was until Gale. It was an accident when it happened; you two had offered to go to the morning market to gather supplies for dinner. The morning market was incredibly crowded, and you two kept getting separated. Gale, always the quick thinker, came up with the best solution. As he walked in front of you like a shield, he grabbed your hand and led you through. The gesture immediately stirred something within you, and as you walked hand in hand, looking at the back of him, you found yourself tightening your grip. During the rest of your time at the market, you two held each other’s hands. It wasn’t until you two returned to camp that you realized you held hands the whole way back. After that day, you reached out for his hand more often. Gale, of course, didn’t seem to mind. He liked the extra company, but getting you to let go so he could cut vegetables was challenging. After a while, you will find yourself craving more touches from Gale. So late one night, you crawled into his tent; when you woke him, he was initially surprised, asking you what you needed. “I…I think I’m touched starved…could…you hold me for a bit?” Gale’s heart nearly burst out of his chest, but he eagerly invites you into his arms, delighted to share in cuddles and maybe a few kisses.    
It should be no surprise your favorite place to touch Gale is his hands. They are perfectly soft and fit perfectly within yours. You find that your hands are interlocked together if you’re by him. Gale finds your need to hold him in some way lovely and ultimately endearing. Gale’s favorite times when you hold his hands is when you are fast asleep curled up with him in his bedroll, your hands interlaced with his. He doesn’t dare move them because he knows you will only start seeking them again in your sleep.   
You’re used to holding Gale’s hand, but on days he’s feeling needy, you find that his hands tend to roam. Today had been one of those days; his hands had started lazily, moving up and down your arms, gently grazing you all morning so tenderly. By the afternoon, his hands had found their way to run up and down your back, moving so slowly to send shivers through your body successfully. Then, in the Evening, they moved to trace your sides as his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck. Finally, you asked if he was well, his lips smiling against your skin. “Perfectly fine…just being needy for you…does it bother you?” you feel your skin flush, and your lips curl to an excited smile. “No, I like the attention from you…” Gale is always ready to shower you with attention; you just need to ask…   
The man didn’t lie when he told you he had a practiced tongue, and tonight, you are finding that out firsthand. You felt needy when you crawled into his tent; it was late, and he was surprisingly awake. At first, it was innocent, simple hand holding a kiss or two like other nights before to satisfy your need, but tonight, you’re finding your aching for more, and Gale knows this. All you need to do is ask…Your hands grip tightly to the blankets as his tongue works against you. Gales focuses as his hands grip your thighs, and he sucks and licks more. He’s desperate to taste your release all over his tongue, and with him always being so good to you, who are you to deny him? 
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Astarion
With all he had been through, the feeling of being touched had become unstimulating. Astartion had felt every kind of touch possible. Well, at least that’s what he thought, until you. The energy between you two had been electric from the first moment; you were brilliant, and his usual charms didn’t make you bend like they did others. In fact, for all his teasing, you would give back your own. It was like a game between you two, and it only made you crave each other more. Then it hit its peak…You were admittedly getting lost in his words as he spoke to you, but it was different; it was genuine, and you had never felt so close to others. So when you gently brushed back his hair as he talked, you both found yourself looking at each other in surprise. Your weakness shocked you, and Astarion was surprised by someone touching him so gently, as if he were made of glass. Going to take back your hand, it’s quickly caught by his, and gentle lips pressing to your palm sets your skin ablaze. The kiss was as soft as your touch, but Astarion can never pass up an opportunity… “Couldn’t help yourself anymore, hm?” You would accept defeat this once…
Astarion has never been a fan of cuddling…well, not until he met you. And what did you do to make him change his mind on the slow and intimate activity? Astarion loves the way your fingers brush slowly and carefully through his hair. He finds he has gradually become needy for that soft, gentle touch. On the other hand, you love the feeling of his soft locks slipping through your fingers; actually, there are many things you can adore about Astarion; you find the soft touch of brushing through his hair always seems to relax you. You could spend all night with him in your arms like this…and you do. 
You didn’t know if it was your imagination, but Astarion seemed grumpy today. You had tried to joke around with him and even participate in some teasing and flirting, but he wasn’t receptive. Thinking it best to just drop it, you left him alone for the rest of the day, going about your usual task. Then Evening rolled around; you were getting ready for bed when you heard a throat clearing outside your tent. Poking your head out, you saw Astarion looking…bashful? “Do you mind…if I slept here…with you…I’ve…been feeling off…” One part of you wanted him to explain; he had ignored you, and now he wants to sleep in your tent with you? And wait, elves don’t sleep? But something about the look in his red eyes…he seemed…lonely…Gently, you reach your hand out to grab the sleeve of his shirt and pull him in softly. The rest of the night was spent with you sleeping with your head in his lap as he read to your sleeping form. Being around you made him feel so much better; it was as he thought…he was starting to rely on you, and for once, the thought of depending on another didn’t scare him. 
Sometimes, you can not decide who is needer between the two of you. Of course, you two tease each other about it, but Astarion is always the better tease. You’re rolling your eyes in both pleasure and annoyance as he moves his tongue across your chest, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every feathery touch. You try to keep your moans in, but it’s useless; “You make such pretty sounds, darling, keep it up.” His cold hands move between caressing your chest and your skin to find your sensitive nipples. Red eyes look up at you, filled with mischief. Is he satisfied with just a taste? Or will he bite…
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celestialowlbear · 10 months ago
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🌿 ♡ Halsin NSFW Headcanon Drabble ♡ 🌿
Pairing: Halsin x Reader (GN)
WC: ~600
Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Smut. Mentions of marking, possessiveness, some fluffiness. Reader/Tav not described besides having soft skin.
A/N: I’ve been having major Halsin thots and had to get them on a page (hence the bulleted list). Enjoy, my fellow big Druid lovers. 😊
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You are like nothing else he has ever experienced in his long life. 
He craves you, an insatiable hunger that burns his body from the inside out, and only you can tame that raging fire within him.
Your lips, your gentle touch, your sounds…
You are the rising sun, the soft glow of the moon, the peaceful breeze on a summer’s day, and life at the onset of spring.
Sometimes he wondered if he was a dead man walking, a specter of some sort, because being with you was heaven, or what he imagined it to be.
Halsin has to continuously control himself around you, at least while others are around.
When the camp was quiet and he had you all to himself, was when he could absolutely and utterly devour you, show you just how much he longs for you.
You let him lose control, wanting it, craving it yourself. 
You want to feel his fingers dig into your thighs, hear his louder and louder moans as you take more and more of him so, so willingly. 
When you are very much warmed up by his tongue and fingers, he finally fills you, sinking himself into you inch by inch, careful to never harm you and checking that it was never too much.
Halsin loves praising you, breathlessly comparing you to everything extraordinary and exquisite in nature and beyond.
His honeyed words spur you both on as his pace increases, the head of his cock caressing that spot so deep inside you it leaves you boneless and seeing galaxies.
You know he still holds back, the bear desperate to claw its way out, the primal urge raging under his skin as he pounds into you.
Halsin always wants your pleasure before his, making sure to get multiple orgasms out of you before he finishes. 
The way your body reacts, the way his name from your lips transforms from breathy whimpers to guttural moans of pure ecstasy is seared into his memories until the end of time, and that will still never be enough.
When you are finally spent, flushed and sweaty and thoroughly loved, is when Halsin takes what is his.
He loves flipping you on your stomach, gripping your thighs and pulling you up toward him, sinking into you with one thrust.
He mounts you, caging you in with his body, his bulging forearms on either side of your head, his lips at your ear, his broad chest pressing to your back.
You love it, feeling protected by him, encapsulated by everything that was Halsin.
The man, the bear, your lover, your mate. 
He is always able to get deeper in this angle, his fingers digging into the grass and dirt beneath you, his hot, growling breath on your neck as he finally loses his control.
Your soft body beneath him, the trust you have in him, the love in your eyes even as he fucks you relentlessly like a beast in heat, always brings him to his end, intense and blinding and all-consuming.
When you bask in the afterglow, Halsin carefully maneuvers you, checking you for any wounds he may have accidentally inflicted in the height of passion.
There’s usually a bruise or bite-mark or two, and you have to convince him it’s fine. 
You can tell he always feels bad after losing a bit of control, but part of him loves the fact that he’s able to see the marks on your body, reminding you and anyone else that you were his.
Then you lay in the grass, gazing up at the stars, your head on his chest.
He loves telling you stories about the constellations, and his deep timbre always lulls you into a peaceful sleep, with him following soon after, content in one another’s embrace.
-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-
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vixstarria · 10 months ago
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Seeing stars
Welp, I wrote more porn.
Astarion x F!Tav/F!Reader
18+, smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings, jealous Astarion, soft dom Astarion, dirty talk, fingering, PIV, elf ears and more! Humour, banter and fluff mixed in per usual. Tav failing several insight checks in the process.
I also poke fun at the in-game romance mechanics, and Wyll's Act 2 scene in particular.
This is the last time they have sex before the "I want us to be something real" conversation.
Approx. 2,900 words
AO3
“You won’t believe the ludicrous encounter I just had with Wyll.” 
You burst into Astarion’s tent. Well, it was ‘Astarion’s’ tent only notionally at this point. Yours still stood, but it now served solely as storage space for your assorted junk. You had effectively moved in with Astarion, having first coerced him into replacing the wooden plank and bloodstained rags he slept on with some sensible rugs and blankets. 
Astarion lounged half-naked on one of the bedrolls, reading something by candlelight. 
“Oh?” he looked up at you. “Do tell.” 
“First the massage you promised earlier,” you said sinking down onto the floor of the tent and stripping off most of your clothes. “My back is killing me after carrying everyone all day.” 
“Oh please...” he rolled his eyes. “I recall you nearly walked into your own cloud of daggers, again, and would have if I hadn’t pulled you away in time. And then you blasted Lae’zel off a cliff. It’s a wonder we haven’t kicked you out yet.” He shook his head. “And if you’re carrying anyone, I’m the one carrying you.” 
Still, he sat up as you laid down on your stomach.  
“Who do you think you’re fooling with this modesty, darling?” he murmured, noticing that you’d kept your underwear on. “Just lose it now,” he added, as he slid it off, leaving you completely naked, before he settled over you, his fingers commencing work on your shoulders. “So what happened with Wyll?” 
“I was making my way back here, and found him... performing some kind of jig by the campfire, pretending like he didn’t know I was there.” 
“The ‘Blade of Frontiers’, dancing alone in the middle of camp?” Astarion snickered. “Did you mock him? Please tell me you mocked him.”  
“Well... I was going to, but then he asked me to dance with him, very earnestly.” 
“That scoundrel...” he mused. “And let me guess - you agreed, didn’t you?” 
“Oh trust me, at that point it would have been more awkward not to dance with him, I had to play along.” 
Astarion scoffed, with a chuckle. 
“Do you always go along with whatever people want from you just because it would be too awkward to say no?” 
"I try not to – last time I did, I ended up with a vampire who won’t stop sucking me dry,” you deflected. “I figured there was no harm in indulging him. Besides, I don’t see you dancing with me. It was kind of nice,” you teased. 
“I hate dancing,” he said. 
“Right,” you said. “I’m sure you hate dancing just as much as you hate poetry, flowers, art, cats... What else?” 
“Children,” he answered. “I also can’t stand children.” 
“No, that one I could see being true,” you grinned. 
“So anyway, you two dolts pranced around the fire to the sound of crickets, then what?” 
“And then he tried to kiss me,” you admitted, with a sigh. 
Astarion’s hands paused for a moment before resuming their work, slightly harder than before. 
“Well look at you, receiving the Duke Ravengard’s heir’s attention. Moving up in the world, hmm?” 
“I didn’t let him.” 
He laughed. 
“Is there even a single person left in camp that hasn’t tried to get into your pants, darling?” 
You had to think for a moment.  
“Are we counting Volo?” 
“Sure.” 
“Then just Karlach and Withers.” 
“Gods, I fucking love Karlach,” he murmured. “Don’t tell her I said that.” 
“Why? Getting jealous all of a sudden?” 
Astarion was silent for a few moments. 
“I just don’t understand it,” he said. “You’re with me every night. I’m at your side every day. They see us. They hear us. Still, they don’t take me – or you and me – seriously. Tell me, is there something about me that screams: ‘Please, go ahead and take my lover for yourself. Come on in and snatch her right out from under me, I don’t mind’?”  
Perhaps you’d made a bad judgment call when you thought Astarion would find the absurdity of the situation humorous rather than offensive. Still, you had to bite your cheek to keep from laughing at the dramatics he added to the delivery of the last few lines that left his mouth. 
“Stop laughing,” he said.  
“I’m not laughing,” you laughed.  
“I can feel your back muscles twitching in your efforts.” 
“Well, they’re aware this all started as a joke. Perhaps they never realised that it’s long stopped being one?” you offered. 
Astarion’s hands had been moving lower and lower along your back. They had now reached your ass and continued to rub, stroke and squeeze, as you let out a soft groan. 
“That’s not my back, Astarion.” 
One of his hands kept squeezing an ass cheek, while the other dipped to stroke you between your legs. He gave a satisfied hum when two of his fingers entered you effortlessly. 
“Maybe if they could see how wet I can make you just by rubbing your back they’d reconsider how much of a joke this is,” he said, his voice low. He continued to pump his fingers in and out – you were almost embarrassed by the loud squelching sounds that came out of you. You moaned and tried to lift your hips higher, but your legs were encased between his thighs, pinned down on the bedroll. “Do you think you’d be reacting this way to young Ravengard, darling?” 
“Stop it,” you hissed. “You know I don’t want anyone but you.” 
“Stop?” he pulled his fingers out, to your dissatisfied whine. You looked back to see him studying your slick on his fingers. “I should go smear this on his face right now... The audacity to try to get his hands on what is not his.” He licked his fingers clean instead. He turned his attention back to you.  
“Maybe if you were more vocal about your devotion to me the others wouldn’t make these mistakes.” 
His hand returned between your legs, spreading your wetness and slipping lower to tease your clit.  
“I could be... encouraged... to be more vocal about it,” you breathed, trying to grind against his hand.  
“Yes... I should make you scream my name, so they all know who you belong to.” 
His fingers returned inside you, teasing you with shallow strokes.  
“You can try,” you taunted him. 
Astarion let out an indignant huff and shifted to spread your legs open with his knees, simultaneously placing a hand on your back to firmly hold you down. You expect to feel his cock enter you, but he continued to stroke you with his fingers, turning his hand to curl them downwards.  
“Is that a challenge, darling?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “You should know better by now than to bet against me,” he said, continuing to flex his fingers inside you. 
It started off pleasant enough, but rapidly grew into... more. And more. You weren’t sure what he was doing but whatever it was, it was just about making you see stars. 
You sputtered as the new sensation started to take hold of your whole being.  
“Ast… what..”  
You couldn't manage anything coherent, as his fingers continued to dig into you, gradually picking up speed and pressure. You started to squirm to try to get away despite yourself, but he simply put more weight against the hand on your back, securely pinning you to the bedroll. 
“Always getting yourself into situations you're not prepared for…" he murmured. "You're not talking your way out of this one.”
His fingers were relentless. You were worried you really would scream and wake everyone in camp. All you could do was bite down on the pillow, hoping that it would muffle your drawn-out moans. 
“Let go, darling... I know you want to.” 
It's not so much that you let go – rather, all your decorum was ripped from you, as your muscles convulsed, the orgasm rolling through your entire body. You panted and shuddered, trying to keep quiet, your hands clutching desperately at the covers beneath you, trying to hold on to anything like your life depended on it. 
Once the feeling subsided, you came back to your senses to find Astarion hovering over you, kissing the back of your neck and shoulders, grazing them with his fangs, almost but not quite hard enough to draw blood. You felt his erection rubbing against your hip. 
“Has anyone fucked you like this before?” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, his breath ragged from his own arousal. “Tell me.” 
“No,” you gasped, trying to catch your own breath.  
“I thought so,” he whispered with a smile, kissing your neck before he sat back up. 
You turned back to look at him over your shoulder. He watched you with a self-satisfied grin, his fingers returning to stroke you lightly between your legs once more. 
“Do you want me to do it again?” he purred. 
A part of you wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face after what he just put you through. Another, much larger part, wanted nothing more than to submit yourself to whatever he would do to you.  
“Yes,” you admitted sheepishly. 
“Turn around...” he narrowed his eyes mischievously. “I want to see your face this time.” 
You flipped around onto your back, under his watchful gaze. His eyes never left yours as he stroked your slit, teasing your engorged clit with his thumb, before his fingers slipped back inside you. 
You found yourself mewling in anticipation before he really even started doing anything.  
“So eager,” he smirked. “So wanton...” 
He curled his fingers again, moving his whole hand to mercilessly claw into a sweet spot you didn’t even know existed inside you.  
You tried to relax into and accept this sensation, now that you were familiar with it. A growing pressure kept building at the bottom of your stomach. It was too much. It was entirely too much. You couldn’t take more of it. You couldn’t- 
“Let go, I’ve got you...” His whisper sounded so tender in sharp contrast to the depraved way he was handling your body. 
You sobbed as what you hoped was cum gushed out of you, your legs quivering.  
“Good girl”, Astarion laughed with glee, bending down to place a kiss on your lips, continuing to stroke you lightly, “Your body reacts so perfectly to me... Do you want more?” 
“You... I want you...” you groaned, biting his lip. 
“If that’s what my good girl wants,” he purred, discarding what was left of his clothes.  
You groaned as his cock entered you, rocking your hips against his, trying to find that feeling again. 
“So wet and needy for me...” he goaded you. “I’ve completely ruined you for anyone else, haven’t I?” 
He held absolutely nothing back as he fucked you, lewd insistent sounds of skin slapping on skin combined with your shared grunts and moans disturbing what was likely otherwise a silent night. 
“Anyone awake knows exactly what I’m doing to you right now,” he rasped, voice thick.  
Your walls clenched at the thought, making him shudder and sigh as well. 
“You like that thought, don’t you..? I know you do,” he continued. “So shameless...” 
Despite yourself, you whimpered, clenching again as another orgasm started threatening to overtake you. 
“That’s it... Come for me again,” he groaned. “Come for me, my love.” 
‘My love’..? Just a figure of speech, you thought. You’d thrown that phrase around, jokingly, but it’s never sounded so... raw. You wanted to hear it again. You wanted to keep hearing it.  
“Your what?” you gasped.  
He didn’t answer. Instead he caught your lips in a deep, devouring kiss, pinning your arms over your head.  
Your body gave in and you trembled under him, caught up in waves of pleasure again.  
He released your arms and eased his movements once you rode out your high, but kept kissing you, hungrily, unwilling to release your lips from his.  
Clearly, no further words of love would follow, you thought to yourself with a tinge of both relief and disappointment, deciding to let it go. 
“You’re so good to me,” you managed, breaking your lips from his. 
“Aren’t I just?” he groaned, speeding up again to chase his own release.  
You kissed your way up his jaw to his ear, pausing to nibble on his earlobe.  
You couldn’t see it, but a ditsy, open-mouthed smile started to play on his face. 
Astarion gasped with a sharp intake of breath as you continued further, running your tongue over the inside of the shell of his ear. 
“Oh sweet hells,” he sighed with pleasure, immediately grinding into your harder. 
You smiled as he tilted his head, just about pressing his ear against your lips. 
“Do you like that?” you whispered in his ear, running your tongue over it again, lifting your hands to run your fingers through his hair. You knew he did. You just wanted to hear him say it.  
“Yes... Don’t stop...” His words sounded like a desperate plea. 
You continued to gently nibble on the edge of his ear, soft moans escaping you from his movements. 
“That’s it, take what’s yours” you groaned, as his hips crashed into yours harder. 
His breathing and movements were becoming more and more frantic.  
“Astarion...” you whispered, grazing the shell of his ear with your lips. 
He let out an uncharacteristic whimper, all his usual composure slipping from him, as he bucked his hips, fucking you with quick, shallow thrusts.  
“My sweet...” you breathed against his ear. 
He came completely undone, spilling into you with forceful, jagged thrusts, before finally stilling. His whole body seemed to melt into yours as he stayed on top of you, trying to regain his breath. 
You wrapped your legs around his hips, not wanting to let go of him yet, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to lift himself from you either. Instead he trailed light, tender kisses from your neck up to your lips.  
You delicately traced the contours of Astarion’s face with your fingertips, running them from his cheekbone down to his jaw, as he leaned into your caress, gazing into your eyes.  
Astarion parted his lips slightly, as though to say something, only to seal them again. He tilted his head to kiss your knuckles as your fingers gradually made their way back up, to run through his hair. Eventually he spoke. 
“You would really choose me over the more... blatantly obvious options you have at your disposal here?” he asked quietly.  
“Haven’t I made that abundantly clear already..?” 
“Well of course you have – no one else is this good,” he said with a tired smirk. 
“I’m not talking about the...” you blinked. “You know I’m not with you just for the sex, right..?” you frowned, looking into his eyes. 
He looked away, slipping out of you and moving to lie down next to you.  
“Is that so?” he said softly.  
You found yourself suddenly feeling rattled. Was he simply fishing for compliments again, or had you been utterly oblivious to just how deep his insecurities ran this whole time..? 
“You have a wealth of other qualities that I... enjoy and appreciate,” you said, somewhat lamely.  
Astarion propped his head up on his hand and raised an eyebrow at you quizzically. There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes despite his outward nonchalance.  
Oh for fuck’s sake, you thought. I’m not ready for any serious conversations now, especially not with cum running down my thighs.  
You turned away to grab something to wipe yourself down with. 
“A gentleman would clean up his own mess, by the way. Not one of your strong points. But you do have some virtues that make up for it. For instance... I can leave cheese unattended around you, knowing you won’t eat it.” 
Astarion went to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing.  
“You’re a treasure trove of useless information,” you continued. “But unlike some of our companions you usually keep it to yourself.” A hint of a smile played on his lips at that.  
“Your hand feels nice and cold on my forehead when I have a headache.” You laid back down next to him, mirroring the way he was lying. 
“You always smell nice, especially for a dead guy. You never hog the mirror.”   
“What about my hair, won’t you mention that?” he smiled. 
“No, fuck your hair, it makes mine look awful in comparison.”  
He chuckled at that. 
“I do rather adore the garnet puppy eyes though,” you murmured. “What else... You make me laugh, and, more importantly, I make you laugh – which is great for my ego,” you continued.  
“As long as you understand that I’m usually laughing at you,” he countered. 
“Prick... Then there’s the fact you’ve saved my life four times.”  
“Seven,” he said quietly, looking into your eyes.  
“Five.”  
“It’s seven, dear, I counted.” 
“Whatever. When it comes to battle, you’re silent but deadly,” you said. “Like a-” 
Astarion’s hand covered your mouth.  
“Do not finish that thought, darling.” 
You grinned from behind his palm.  
“I think we can be done with this conversation,” he said.  
“Wait, wait, one more...” you laughed. “You’re eccentric, unpredictable, often irrational. I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”  
You smiled as Astarion groaned dramatically, covering his face with one hand.  
“Knowing I’ll get to spend another day in your mad company gives me a reason to get up in the morning,” you added, softly. 
“Come here, you sweet fool,” he whispered, drawing you against him.  
You hugged him tightly. It took so long for him to start initiating these embraces that wouldn’t lead to sex... You relished each one.  
Tomorrow, Astarion thought to himself, unbeknown to you. I have to tell her tomorrow.  
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dutifullylazybread · 3 months ago
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I'm thinking about how insulted Gale gets when you refer to Tara as a cat.
Now I'm headcanoning that he wasn't referring to Tara in that moment--I'm starting to wonder if he has a cat AND a tressym familiar.
Give 👏 Gale 👏 cats. 👏
Sunning cats.
Lounging cats.
Cats that yell at him to wake up and feed them.
A cat that lays on the book he is reading and knocks over his inkwells.
It would be hilarious if Gale had a cat who did EVERYTHING that Tara told it to do.
Is Gale not getting up to eat? "Mittens, please inform Mr. Dekarios that it is time for your supper."
Gale hasn't cleaned the tower lately? "Patches, your litter box smells rank. Alert Mr. Dekarios to its squalor. Be a dear and also remind him to clean up those books piled up on his desk--yes, you may help him."
Does Gale just need a mental reset from research? "MR. DEKARIOS--Dotty looks pitiful. Throw her mouse. And her ringing ball. Immediately. No, it cannot wait another half hour. She is LANGUISHING."
Gale would do well with chaos kittens, I think.
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