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bunnidarling · 7 months ago
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My favourite part is how Astarion looks like a naughty cat.
Thank you for this adorable sketch of my boys, @COMFORTYART
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russica · 10 months ago
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All the fanart I have of Naerym 🖤🖤🖤
Thanks to Maulgoths, Comfortyart, and Itsiitsubox over on X
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littlemull3 · 1 year ago
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When I saw this I had to draw it, always wanted to give him a hug, this scene broke me ;-;
Astarion drawn by @comfortyart
Tav drawn by me
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geekygamergp · 4 months ago
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Just lovely drawn ♡
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"Your embrace makes me feel safer than any armour could"
Print Available in my shop • Speedpaint
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pursuitseternal · 4 months ago
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Smut Ask! 🥵🔥
14 with Ascended Astarion x f!Durge 🩸
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🎨 by @comfortyart
“Where are your manners?”
Cross-posted as “Reprimand Me:” for “The Rogue You Were”
Ascended Astarion x Reader (f!Durge)
Smut Ask Prompts | Masterlist
CW: Blood, murder, hot Bhaalspawn shit, mouth play, sucking licking oral fixation, Dom Astarion, table sex, a lesson in manners
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They had come quickly, a small force cloaked in shadow. Zealous remnants of the cults you had fought so hard to break. Bhaalists and Banites, cloaked in their auras of murder and reeking of death, snuck into your home, into the Palace.
You were preparing for dinner… overseeing the final touches to the latest gala your hallowed halls would host. Thankfully your silver was polished to a shine, the vases so bright, you could see every movement behind you as they crept in from the sewers, from the bowels of the city.
The biggest mistake about ambushing a Bhaalspawn in the dining room is that there are knives… everywhere. You grin, eyeing yourself in the reflection of the large vase, cool fingers curling around a dinner knife as you feel the metal heat and come to life in your hands.
Child of Murder. Bride of the Ascendant. Who would dare come to kill you? Who would dare attempt to threaten you in the seat of your power?
These idiots.
But then again, you enjoy your massacres like you enjoy fucking your Vampire mate.
Feral.
Quick
And bloody.
It's a torrent of blood, a shower of weapons you unleash on the assassins. Their death cries reverberate off the rafters. Their wild attempts to stab you, to take you down miss so magnificently, you smile. But you drink their hostility, bathe in their ire. They all fall preciously at your feet, a meal fit for a king—for the Ascendant and his Consort. By the time you’re through, there is only silence and the faint dripping of your enemies’s gore from the cream walls and gilded chandeliers. The floor is so covered with crimson, your dainty slippers squelch through it as you pull the dinner knives from their lifeless bodies and lick them clean.
The silver is cool on your tongue, the blood so deliciously warm yet. A hungry hum in your throat and you pick up another knife from a corpse and begin to clean that one in the same manner.
A smile turns your face as that warm, deep chuckle that sends shivers to your belly sounds from the door. Astarion leans against the doorpost, arms folded, eyes glinting with hunger. “Well… I was going to say you clean up nicely for dinner, my darling….” He tuts his tongue, chiding you, wagging a long and elegant finger even. “Naughty, naughty, my sweet. Someone needs a reprimand. You’ve made quite the filthy little mess, haven’t you?”
His darkened eyes scan the corpse pile, “And you didn’t even save any of the fun for me, pet. Where are your manners?” Gods, his tone is petulant and pouting, as if the massacre at his feet displeases him. You chuckle, for that growing bulge between his legs tells a decidedly different story.
Fingers lock like a vice around your wrist, pulling your knife-bearing hand to his eager pink tongue. One long, sinuous swipe licks the bloodied blade clean. “Mmm, delicious,” he purrs as he presses on the small of your back, drawing you close until your hips jut together. “When you’re all sullied and destroyed from your rampage, my darling, you know what that does to me…. You know I adore you, terribly.”
You give a low, blood-slicked laugh in your own sated throat. His hungry tongue laps down the hilt of the knife, brushing its warm, wet width over your fingers. He takes the knife from your hand and tosses it, its silver clattering somewhere in the distance. One by one, your filthy fingers are sucked in the warm wet of his mouth. That sinful tongue wriggles as he licks your hand clean, until he presses a smudging kiss on your knuckles, bending low before you in a mocking and elegant bow.
“I'll have to forgive you for being terribly rude, killing them all before I returned, at least you saved us plenty to eat.” Dexterous as ever, he makes quick work of your bodice, freeing your blood-spattered breasts. Warmer than the stick of your enemies on your skin, he turns his skilled tongue to lave your bosom, tracing the remnant spatters of your fight. “Ugh, I have to say, Bhaalist blood is one of my least favorite… acidic and muddy, polluted from bleeding so many others.”
You begin to throw him a pout, your hand gripping in his soft, silver curls as your yank him up, his tongue still hanging, lolling like a dog mid-lick.
“You seem to like my Bhaalist blood well enough… my lord…”
“That is completely different, my sweet,” he flashes you that rakish smirk that instantly floods your belly with searing need. “Yours is a vintage unlike any other… my first, my blood of choice,” he cranes against the hold you have on him to nip the skin of your throat, his breath washing down the hollow of it. “You see, I have manners, my dear. Since you’ve deprived me of the spurting blood of our enemies fresh from the kill, may I sup on all you have to offer?”
His voice is velvet command, a saccharine order that you are more than happy to obey. That murder-denched hand of yours, coated in the crimson spray drags its sticky fingers down the soft column of your neck. “You didn’t even say please…” you tut your tongue, coloring your lips crimson with a brush of fingers over your frown. “What a liar about manners…”
A growl, a bit playful with an edge of irritation, he narrows those ardent eyes at you. His breath down your throat, his lips crushing yours in a consuming kiss, and you are melting in his arms. Deep and husky, his voice rasps in your ear, that single sweet move tickles you: “Please.”
“Of course, my love,” you consent, angling your head for him to feast.
As he bites into your flesh and sucks your essence, you can’t help but ride the wave of bloodlust and victory that burns in your veins. You suck your fingers; messy, lewd pops between your lips make your love chuckle as he feeds. He can hear your tongue lapping on your own flesh, he can sense the satisfaction of the hunt as you consume from the remnants of your enemies.
Nothing could be more arousing than blood on your tongue, feasting on your spoils of battle as his lips suckle your neck. Well, perhaps one thing could enhance the taste of victory.
You draw yourself closer, his arms wrapping tightly around you, crushing you against the hard planes of his body. His breeches are softest buckskin, supple and tight, and your hand wanders up his thigh. Every line and cord of muscle presses into your palm, your touch tracking higher and higher… until you feel his cock jerk into your fingers. Astarion growls approval between his deafening swallows of your blood, and you can think of no better paradise.
It makes you burn… burn for more blood and lust. Urges overwhelm you, drives now incited by being so close to him… to smell his fragrance with every breath and savor the heat of his body through your dress. Your blinding urge is now very different than before; it is a debilitating craving for your Sire, lust for his chiseled, undulating, undead body. Your drive to dream in red with him, to pave your path in the blood of your foes and lick yourselves clean in the aftermath.
And so you both shall…
The bloom of his arousal bursts into your consciousness, your bond quivering with the taste of your own blood on his tongue. You see it as you feel it, the nails of his hands scraping their points up your thighs, the blood-sticky silk of your skirts rucking around your waist… “Precious little Bhaalspawn, hungry for blood,” his voice croons in your ear and floods your mind all at once. Your vision is clouded in red, the crimson of his eyes and the spatters of blood that cover your palace. “Or are you just… hungry?” He bends down to place a kiss on your neck, so gentle and adoring.
A gentle kiss before a rough fuck, you grin.
In a flash, he picks you up and slams your ass down on the dining table. China clatters and whatever elegant appointments had remained untouched from the invasion tumble down. Your body melts into his hard planes as he slots himself between your spreading, welcoming thighs. Hips grind, fingers yank you flush, dug deep into the curve of your ass. Gods, you can feel his cock, fully hard and throbbing with his heartbeat, nudging against your cunt. Swivel after tantalizing swivel, he humps you, dragging the sweet soft press of buckskin and his arousal back and forth over your mound.
“My my,” he croons, “you’re such a mess, all wet and dripping. Why, it’s positively everywhere.” Nails skate over flesh and fabric to where your sexes press together. He rends your small clothes, the silken gusset disintegrating with one forceful tear. And you in your impolite hunger return the favor. You find the latches of his breeches, pulling with all your might as the little brass buttons give way. Little metallic pings bounce on wood and porcelain as they land unseen.
His cock sings free, hard and flushed and demanding. Pre cum drips down your fingers as you stroke him, warm and sticky and almost as satisfying as blood. He bares his fangs in a blissed out smile, your touch eliciting a growl so deep and desirous, you’re sure the china sprawled on the table clatters again. With a roar from his throat, he sheathes himself to the hilt, mouth at your neck and hands clawed in your skin as he fucks you.
“Such improper manners, eating before everyone is served,” he chides you tauntingly as he slams into you again and again. “And look, you’ve got far worse than your elbows on the table,” a nice slap on your ass accompanies that jibe, hard enough to raise your soft flesh in the angry red shape of his hand. “Such unruly behavior for my consort… show me you know better,” he slows his pace, making you feel every inch of his length stretching you out, dragging inside you from leaking tip to deep rooted base. A hand grips at the back of your head, tangled in the blood-caked mess of your hair.
“Want me to fuck you? To seal your victory in blood? To reprimand you for such impolite behavior?” Crimson eyes roam your blushing face, glinting with hunger and alight with approval. Warm, smacking lips brush your ear. “Say please…”
It’s his turn to play the same games, and it makes your lips pout, your hips buck harder to try and coax him deeper. One of your hands splays back behind you, fisting into the table linens, bracing you as you try to grind desperately on anything you can get between your legs
“Ah, ah,” Astarion chides again, yanking back on your hair to make your gaze meet his. “Don’t be rude, pet. I won’t ask you again. Remember your manners…” his mouth travels to that sensitive spot near your ear, shivers and tingles racing down your spine as he rasps, “and say please…”
Moans tumble from your lips, the only sounds louder in the dining room are the clatters of china and silver on the table that shakes beneath you and the slap of his hips against your thighs as he fucks. It takes but a moment for him to drive you right to the edge, to the precipice of pleasure before he thrusts and stills inside you. “I haven’t heard the magic word yet, my darling,” he pants, his voice thick and sticky with blood and hunger.
Your walls flutter on his achingly hard cock, every muscle of your belly clenches with desperate need. Clenching your fangs, you curl your lips in a snarling smile. “Pleassssse.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, the praise instantly washes over you, balm to your bloodlust as he snaps his hips with abandon. The ferocity overwhelms you, your back now splayed on the table, porcelain and silver poke into your spine as he grabs your waist to keep you on the edge. Heat bursts, sticky sweet from inside your belly, a wash of arousal and pleasure as you scream for him.
Hard… deliberate… gasping… he fills you, warmth flooding our insides, painting them white as he pulses against your vice-gripping walls. His silver locks fall into his face with how zealously he’s worked to satisfy his hunger. A shaken breath from his smirking lips is your sweet reward.
And you are his reward, his prize for his exertions, his efforts to teach you your lesson in manners.
His ruinously handsome face twists into that smirk, the one that makes your walls flutter around his cock one more time as he still sits deep inside you. “And now, a polite Consort would say….” he taunts you, voice lilting and playful, a flourish of his wrist as he speaks to coax the words from your throat.
“Th-thank you…”
He gives you that grin—confident, powerful, and oh so full of shit—as he cups your blood-splattered cheek. “You’re quite welcome, my dear.”
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sorryseraphim · 6 months ago
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I got a commission from a very dear friend for my Dark Urge, Helene and Enver Gortash.
@comfortyart I adore your art so much 🥺🫶
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bg365project · 3 months ago
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✨ Artist Spotlight! ✨
It’s time for our next featured artist announcement!!! The talented @comfortyart will be contributing to BG365! 💚
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primal-savagery · 4 months ago
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baldur's gate oc: Velvela Dyre
This commission from @comfortyart of Velvel and Astarion in their natural habitat has already made my entire September! 😍 I ADORE how smug he looks, and how she looks like she's completely three sheets to the wind and is going to remember saying absolutely none of this in the morning. I know he's already looking forward to embarrassing her with it at the next most inconvenient opportunity...But I also know it's gotta be one of his favorite compliments to date.
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astarionanon · 9 months ago
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@comfortyart Thank youuuuuu, I love it!! Can’t wait to hang this up on my wall 🥹🥰
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astralprisms · 7 months ago
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Xa'rok and Skaro by @comfortyart Xa'rok lets their hair down for once
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kagehinabigbang · 1 year ago
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Vampires, vampires, vampires!
Now that we've got your attention, check out this snippet from @vampyrslutton, featuring art from @comfortyart. Beta'd by Maeve.
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pursuitseternal · 2 months ago
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮
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Ascended Astarion x f!Reader
After the ending of the storyline…
Your love is powerful, ambitious, and entirely eager for your bed. But as you embark on your journey as Ascended Vampire and his Consort, you push him, making him reveal more to you than the cold exterior of his powers. And you’ll use any and every means necessary.
You are his equal, his match… and he will always be that Rogue he once was with you, side by side.
Ao3 Link
Chapter 1: Welcome Me | Chapter 2: Cleanse Me
Chapter 3: Surprise Me | Chapter 4: Hold Me
Chapter 5: Master Me | Chapter 6: Warm Me
Chapter 7: Persuade Me | Chapter 8: Scald Me
Chapter 9: Rescue Me | Chapter 10: Unmask Me
Chapter 11: Seek Me | Chapter 12: Treat Me
Chapter 13: Release Me | Chapter 14: Use Me
Chapter 15: Choke Me | Chapter 16:Reprimand Me
Chapter 17: Vex Me
Yuletide in Faerûn: Wrap Me Up
Fan Art…
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@mahtsazizi
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@redgitanako
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@primopinku
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@glorious-void
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@redreart
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@/thanomulk on twt
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@kowashites
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@comfortyart
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kagehinabigbang · 1 year ago
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What do you get when you cross a university au with volleyball and art? Something incredible, that's what.
Check out this sneak peek from Myosotis, featuring art from @comfortyart. Beta'd by @snikkelerhq.
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comfortyart · 1 year ago
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Long awaited chapter 3 to my Forced Retirement AU!
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