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dragonsholygrail · 1 month

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In The Wind

Astarion Ancunin X Reader

a/n: This came to mind specifically because of the scene in 2005 Pride and Prejudice where Bingley is trailing after Jane and touching the ribbon on her dress. So keep that in mind bc it haunts me in the best way

summary: After your tunic gets torn in battle, you and Astarion head to a shop to get materials to get it fixed. Astarion, trapped in thoughts surrounding you, decides to do something to properly show his appreciation

word count: 2k

The day was cool, the breeze blowing through the opened door of the fabric store you and Astarion currently walked through. The others were Gods knew where but Astarion didn’t particularly care where they were. His thoughts were on you. More and more he found that his thoughts always came back to you.

Baldur’s Gate was loud. It has always been loud. Something Astarion remembered specifically. But he found the sound drained out as he stared down at a beautiful ribbon. At first he couldn’t exactly say what about it had caught his attention. What kept it. But upon reflection he noted how it reminded him of your eyes.

Cursing himself under his breath, Astarion threw down the ribbon and glanced away from the pile of fabrics. But just as his eyes lifted from the box, they fell right onto you. You who stood right in the sunlight, whose hair flowed through the wind that passed through the store.

He couldn’t look away from you, once again not really believing that you somehow cared about him. You were so… good. It was honestly almost nauseating. But it was also something he admired about you. It made him want to be better. To be better than what he was before. Most importantly for him. But he couldn’t deny he also wanted to be better for you. To be someone you could be proud to love.

Astarion walked around one of the makeshift aisles of the store. You were busy as you looked over some of the patches of fabric while Astarion was busy as he watched you. He didn’t blame you for not having noticed his stare. You were on a mission after all. Your tunic had been badly torn in your party’s last battle. The tear could easily be mended by you and the enchantments on it could be replaced by Gale if he was going to actually be helpful today.

But Astarion knew you weren’t the most gifted tailor. At least, not better than him. He could do a fine job, he’d been doing it with his own clothing for longer than he’d care to admit. A rare warmth spread through his chest as the idea came to him. When you least expected it, he’d take the fabric from you and fix your tunic before you even noticed it would be missing.

Something in him told him he just had to do this. To show you he cared, at least enough to do something as little at this… and to show you that you weren’t making a mistake as you stuck by him. Astarion closed his eyes as he shook out those unwanted thoughts. Not wanting to think about any of that or what it meant.

When Astarion opened his eyes he’s met with you walking away, a long piece of fabric hanging from your belt. A brief shot of panic ran through Astarion as you walked away, only deeper into the store to pay for fabric. Yet that didn’t shake away the fear. Astarion cleared his throat in order to push down the panic and put it with the rest of his emotions he was ignoring before he headed after you.

He doesn’t say anything, knowing he doesn’t need to. He knows you know he’s there. The wind blew through the store once again and your scent wafted straight into Astarion’s nose. He closed his eyes as he continued to follow you. He relished in the way you smelled. Focused and memorized it, knowing he could pick it out of an entire crowd of people. Aware of the fact that he could find you in an instant if needed. But still he preferred to remain close. Have you stay in his sights.

As he opened his eyes and looked back upon you, his eyes moved down your form. Not stopping until they halt at the fabric on your belt. He hand reached out and lightly fiddled with the end of it that flowed in the air after you. Neither of you have stopped walking, Astarion not thinking as he walked behind you. His attention completely focused on the fabric and the way it hung off of you. On how beautiful it would look on you.

He then noted how soft the fabric was. How easy or difficult it could possibly be to work with. A plan already had formed in his head at how he’d stitch it into your tunic. It would be flawless, just as all his other work had been prior. Just as his thoughts shifted into imagining your reaction, your voice broke him out of it.

“Are you trying to pickpocket me?” You ask softly, not having bothered to check back and glance at him. Astarion blinked back, hand still gripped onto the fabric, though his eyes found their way to the back of your head. Before he realized what he’s done, an easy grin was on his face and a joke had slipped from his lips.

“You, my darling? Never,” Astarion jested, both of them keenly aware of the fact. He gave a little tug on the fabric for good measure and was rewarded with the sweet melody of your laugh. You shook your head as you both turned a corner, seemingly in search of an attendant.

“Oh, don’t give me that. No one is safe,” you teased right back but for some reason Astarion felt his grin drop a little. His brows furrowed as he quickly thought over your response. The word ‘safe’ having run repeatedly in his ear. He wanted you to feel safe. With him. He wanted you to know that you were safe from him. Whatever that meant he didn’t exactly know but it was what he felt. From what he could pin point.

He debated even telling you all this. To have allowed himself to randomly unleash his soul to you in the middle of a random shop in a city that held so many memories for him. But then he started to think about what you’d say in response. How you would react. Emotion begun to rise within him at the idea of admitting any of that to do. So instead he simply continued the light and fun banter.

“Well now I suppose I must for fear that I have something to prove.” Astarion gave another tug to the fabric, though this time a little bit lighter in order to have kept up the playful atmosphere. As your laughter echoed throughout the store due to his actions, all those pesky emotions subsided.

You lightheartedly pranced forward a few steps in a weak attempt to get your fabric out of his reach but Astarion followed right on your tail. Both to stop you from getting away and to stop any other displaced emotions from coming forth from your distance.

“Or you could simply not steal my fabric from my person,” you responded with laughter still in your tone. Astarion tsked as he shook his head at you. He picked up his pace, walking closer to you now. He adjusted his grip on the fabric, getting ready for his next move.

“No, darling, I’m afraid that doesn’t seem to be an option,” he said smoothly before he harshly tugged on the fabric for the third time. It slipped from your belt with ease and curled right around Astarion’s hand. You immediately felt it and a gasp ripped from your throat.

You turned around, finally facing Astarion since you both walked in here. You looked breathtaking. Astarion could marvel at your beauty for hours. At times he’d almost swear it’s greater than his own. Almost. But he especially thought your beauty shined most spectacularly in the sun, and it had hit you just right in this moment.

“Ah, Astarion! Why must you do this?” You asked with a light grin on your face. Astarion mirrored it, holding the piece of fabric slightly above his head as he knew you wouldn’t be able to reach it. That didn’t stop you from trying as you stepped up to him to try and reach for it. Your body pressed against his and instead of feeling like he needed to back away, not wanting to be touched, Astarion found himself leaning into you.

“I believe you practically asked me to do this, love. Begged me to almost as much as you beg for my attention,” he boasted, his expression smug as you continued to try and grab at the fabric. He’d lower it briefly just as you’d reached for it but then quickly bring it back up. You laughed again, shaking your head at him. Astarion didn’t realize until that moment that he had been counting the number of times he had made you laugh. The revelation sent a tremor through his chest that he’d rather just ignore.

“My dear Astarion, I think that tadpole in your mind has finally driven you to insanity,” you said with a light scoff. Astarion’s face dropped into a deadpan at that, though he couldn’t help the quirk of his lips still present.

“Dear me, how humorous you are, darling,” he responded back flatly, though a teasing note was still clear through his tone. His attention zeroed in on you once again as you snickered back at him. Astarion fell deeper into his focus, his ears ringing till he felt a deep pounding surrounding him. He didn’t realize before it was too late that he had focused on your heartbeat. It sounded light. Happy. Because of him.

While he remained distracted, his body sagged in place, not paying attention to his momentary lack of posture. You don’t hesitate to use that to your advantage as with it he had lowered his arm that held the fabric. You reached up, your arm having stretched as far as it could go before you swiped up the fabric right from his grip. A noise of victory left your lips and it effectively alerted Astarion. He blinked back, breaking out of his thoughts. It only took a couple of seconds for him to realize he didn’t have the fabric anymore. He met your smug look with a bit of disbelief as his eyes connected back to yours.

“I try,” you replied playfully to his previous comment as you winked at him. Astarion stood there frozen for a moment before he added another mental tally as you laughed once more. You strode off to barter with the owner as Astarion stood off to the side while he waited for you.

He couldn’t understand how easy this all was for you. How open with yourself you had always been. Especially toward him. He… didn’t know how to do stuff like that. To let you in so easily. But stitching this for you, even without your initial knowledge, that he could do. It was the only way he knew how to express what you meant to him. It was all he was ready to do. For now anyway.

So as you walked past him after you purchased the fabric, Astarion stayed particularly close. As you both entered the hustle and bustle of Baldur’s Gate’s streets, there were a lot of things around you both that served as proper distraction. Astarion struck when the time was right, just as another vendor started a loud argument with a customer, you looked over and that’s when Astarion reached out and slipped the fabric off of you with the lightest touch he could have managed.

He gazed down at it with a smile on his face and a sense of victory in his heart, his thumb brushed over it lightly as he reminded himself of its softness. But when you started to turn your head back to him, his eyes jerked up and the fabric disappeared within the confines of his inventory. You snorted as ruckus that continued off to the side and as you looked at him, Astarion plastered on another one of his signature grins.

It was only after you chuckled at him and looked back forward that Astarion found his grin had softened. He looked toward the streets just as you had as he counted down the minutes till you both got back to camp and he could get started. He wondered if you’d like it and what you’d say when you found out. Most of all though he wondered if you’d know what it meant. If you’d see through him as you always seemed to. Strangely, this time around he kind of liked that thought.

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littlelovelore · 2 months

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let's create our own fun, shall we?

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orilaiss · 2 months

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Here’s a happy, smiley, Soft Astarion for you!

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skylinovka395 · 2 months

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#astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #ascended astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion love #astarion romance #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 screenshots #baldur's gate #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #bg3 companions

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kalindraancunin · 2 months

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For you, dear ones 😘

I just love to paint astarion in a classical way, not only because i am an oldfashioned painter myself😊 i just think the style fits his delicate features as well as his old soul! I really want to dive into some master copies as they help tremendously with your painting practice, and so i might as well add in my muse 😏

Also: could you imagine how awesome it would be if you could ask oscar to paint astarion and the image icon of the finished painting would always change randomly and you would always see a different fanmade portrait of him??

I know i am getting ahead of myself😃😃

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espritbizarre · 5 months

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WIP

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harlequinromancing · 3 months

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Winter Solstice Festival (Oneshot)

Summary

"Shadowheart draped the coat over a chair and moved quickly to warm herself in front of the fire. It was the only source of light in the room and the glow of it highlighted the delicate curves of her body, her tight clothing leaving so little to the imagination. It made Astarion’s mouth water. " -- Astarion gets dragged along to the Winter Solstice Festival, and Shadowheart keeps him company. When she gets too cold to be outside, he so generously offers to warm her up.

Pairing: Astarion x Shadowheart

Warnings/Tags: 18+. Sex, No plot just tender boning

Word count: 4217 words

Click here to read on AO3.

‘Getting stuck in a crowd of drunk merrymakers?’ Astarion said, raising an eyebrow. ‘I’ll pass.’

Astarion couldn’t think of a worse way to spend the evening than visiting the lower city for the winter solstice festival.

‘Come on, it’ll be fun!’ Wyll cajoled. ‘There’ll be wine, and gifts, all the fun traditions - the wicker goat even survived this year!’

‘Look, I don’t think Karlach is going to let you stay here and brood, so it’ll go easier if you come of your own free will,’ Shadowheart said, levelling a look at him. ‘I’ll buy you a cup of mulled wine and we can complain together.’

Astarion huffed and raised his hands in defeat, shooing them away from him so he could follow them out the door.

When they reached the market, most of their companions ran off to indulge themselves, leaving Astarion and Shadowheart alone. They fell into step together, aiming for a particularly fragrant stall boasting ‘the best mulled wine in the Gate.’

Shadowheart ordered two mugs for them, but when she pulled out her coinpurse to pay, Astarion snatched it from her hand.

‘Let me, darling,’ he said softly when he saw the look on her face. If he had to be here, he was at least going to have a little fun.

With practised ease, Astarion handed the stall operator a gold coin with an exaggerated apology, asking if he could make change. He then pulled out several copper coins to exchange, and then several more, pretending to miscount each time and flashing apologetic looks. He thanked the vendor graciously and turned away, taking Shadowheart by the elbow and walking quickly.

When they were out of sight, he slowed down, handing the slightly heavier coinpurse back to Shadowheart. She hefted it curiously, tucked it away, and took a long drink from her mug.

‘Remind me to shop with you more often,’ she said softly, and Astarion thought he heard a hint of amusement in her voice.

They continued walking in a comfortable silence, keeping an eye on their companions ahead of them, playing at games and indulging in special treats. Astarion watched Shadowheart sip at her wine, noticing a flush rise in her cheeks, but Astarion simply held his own mug in his hands for warmth. Her intoxication was nothing new, but something about it tonight was… quaint.

As they stepped into a smaller alley between stalls, Astarion noticed a young girl giggling and pointing above his head.

Astarion rolled his eyes and looked up to confirm his suspicions - their walk had unwittingly led them under a branch of mistletoe, already missing several berries. He slid his gaze across to Shadowheart as subtly as he could.

She was staring up at the mistletoe with a curiously unreadable expression, but he suspected he caught the corner of her mouth quirk up ever-so-slightly.

Astarion looked back down and began to step away, but he jumped as a hand clapped firmly on his shoulder.

‘Hey, don’t pretend you didn’t see that!’ Karlach said loudly.

‘It’s bad luck to refuse a kiss under the mistletoe,’ Wyll chimed in, ‘and we really don’t need any more bad luck.’

Astarion looked back over to Shadowheart and she shrugged when she caught his eye.

‘Fine,’ Astarion breathed, narrowing his eyes at their other companions, ‘you get one .’

Shadowheart stepped closer to Astarion, and he shifted his weight to lean in towards her. Falling back on habit, he reached up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear and then cupped her cheek, drawing her face towards him. He hadn’t been this close to her before, and took a half second to indulge - her dancing green eyes, a soft dusting of freckles, her bright red mouth…

He leaned in and kissed her, intending it to simply be a light brush of the lips. But then he heard the sharp intake of breath from Shadowheart, and felt her press in ever so slightly.

Something in his chest twinged. A very old and yet somehow familiar feeling, the tiniest bloom of warmth.

Astarion pulled back and cleared his throat, looking away from Shadowheart and into the stunned faces of Karlach and Wyll.

‘I hope you enjoyed the show,’ he said, with a half-hearted bow. ‘Your bad luck is now your own responsibility.’

They at least had the decency to look suitably chastised as they scurried away.

As Astarion turned back to continue walking the path they had been on, his tongue flicked out to lick his lips.

He could taste the mulled wine she had been drinking.

‘Gods, what a ridiculous tradition.’

‘What, an excuse to steal a kiss from someone pretty without any repercussions? I’d have thought it would be a favourite of yours Astarion.’

‘A touch public for my tastes. Besides, I rather enjoy the repercussions of stealing a kiss from someone pretty,’ he replied, lowering his voice and slipping back into careless flirtation. ‘Moreso when you can do it in private.’

‘Really? I’d have thought you’d enjoy an audience.’

‘Only on special occasions.’

He had expected Shadowheart to laugh at that, or at least scoff, but she hummed curiously like she was making a note of it. It unnerved him.

Astarion could still taste her on his lips. He flexed his hand, trying to release the tingling sensation that had settled in his fingertips from where he touched her face.

He took a long draught of the lukewarm spiced wine, but it did nothing to wash the sensations away.

They continued to walk for several more minutes, weaving in and out of market stalls and festival decorations, discarding their empty mugs on an unused table. Out of the corner of his eye, Astarion noticed Shadowheart shiver slightly, her hand rubbing up and down her arm. She was terribly underdressed for the weather, even he could tell that.

Astarion sighed, unbuttoning his coat. He slung it over her shoulders and looked away, keeping up his stride even as she slowed down. What a horrible influence these people had had on him.

Eventually they came to the edge of the market and paused.

‘I could do with a break from all the cloying cheerfulness,’ Astarion said, nodding towards the path away in an unspoken question.

‘And leave all our friends behind? Surely they’ll miss us,’ she said catching his eyes with a wry smile

It made something ache in his chest.

Astarion said nothing, and they stayed staring at each other for a long moment, until Shadowheart gestured ahead of her and they started up the path.

They fell into step together much closer this time, the backs of their hands brushing each other several times, seemingly by accident.

Their path brought them to a bench overlooking the Chionthar, and they sat down together - close, but a respectable distance to the unknowing eye.

Astarion put his hands down beside him, intending to lean back, but his pinky brushed up against Shadowheart’s, and Astarion felt a little spark of something he wasn’t used to – nervousness.

He wasn’t sure what possessed him to, but he lifted his finger ever so slightly and brushed it against hers again, deliberately this time.

He stole a glance at her. Her expression was completely unreadable, even for him.

Emboldened by the mere fact of her not snatching her hand away, he tried again. This time, he lay his finger over hers, and slowly wrapped it around.

Neither of them moved a muscle.

And then, as slowly as he had, she curled her finger around his. It was like lightning sparkled between them.

Little by little, he moved his ring finger so it brushed up against her hand as well, and she extended her fingers slightly to tangle them with his.

Still, she looked away from him, out across the river. But he caught the slightest shake in her jaw, a shuddering breath she was fighting to even out.

He pushed on and clasped her hand completely. She returned his grip tightly. He didn’t realise how much tension he had been holding until a tiny amount of it ebbed away.

She met his eyes.

Astarion leaned in slightly, not sure if it was his own boldness or just the gravitational pull of her, and felt something like relief when she lent in with him.

He held her gaze as he cradled her face with his free hand, thumb brushing over her cheek bone, intoxicated by the rosy flush there.

His eyes flicked to her lips, and as they returned to her eyes, he realised she had just been looking down at his lips too.

Astarion rushed in, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips that she quickly deepened. He felt her hand on his chest, creeping up to curl around his neck.

He released her hand so he could hold her around the waist, drawing her into him as he opened his mouth to her.

She still tasted of the spiced wine, but there was subtle sweetness that was uniquely her.

She kissed like she was trying to win, meeting every advance of his and raising it. Her hands tangled in his hair, her tongue rolled against his tongue…

She wrapped her arm around his back and the soft press of her breasts against his chest made him draw in a deep breath.

All the noise of the market below had faded away, and all he could hear was the soft sounds escaping her mouth as she kissed him.

He could have kissed her for hours.

He felt heat stirring in his groin, and just as he began to entertain the idea of pushing things further, Shadowheart surprised him by climbing into his lap.

The shock of it made him laugh, and she pulled away and narrowed her eyes at him.

‘Something funny?’

‘Gods below, no, darling. That was just… unexpected, is all. I’ve not had many lovers that know exactly what I’m thinking. So, it was a surprise. But a welcome one.’

Watching her expression, Astarion suspected she didn’t entirely believe him. But as he brushed his hand against her cheek, she leaned into it slightly, and he curled his hand around the back of her head and pulled her back in for another kiss.

Just as they started to build back up to their earlier rhythm, he felt a strong shiver run through her.

‘Hells, Shadowheart, you’re freezing , and that’s coming from me. We should get you back to the Tavern,’ Astarion said, then he lent in to whisper in her ear, ‘I think I might know a good way to warm up.’

Shadowheart chuckled.

‘And order is restored to the world. I was thinking you were being unusually chivalrous.’

She climbed off him abruptly, pulling his coat more tightly around her and walking away with surprising pace, leaving Astarion alone on the bench with a bulge in his pants. He’d clearly lost his edge, getting so excited so quickly.

She turned back to him and raised an eyebrow.

‘Well, are you coming or not?’

Astarion was beside her before she finished her question, and she laughed as she took his hand and led them back to the Elfsong.

When they reached their room, Shadowheart draped his coat over a chair and moved quickly to warm herself in front of the fire. It was the only source of light in the room and the glow of it highlighted the delicate curves of her body, her tight clothing leaving so little to the imagination. It made Astarion’s mouth water. He ached to trace the lines of her with his fingers… or his tongue, if he was that lucky.

He stepped in behind her and she jumped as he slid his hands over her waist.

‘Gods, your hands are like ice, Astarion.’

‘My apologies…’ he said, letting go of her to hold his palms towards the fire. He took the opportunity to press the length of his body against her and whispered in her ear, ‘Let me warm them up.’

Shadowheart didn’t jump this time, instead pressing back into him ever so slightly, the curve of her ass brushing against him and making him bite his lip.

Astarion placed a lingering kiss just behind her ear, slowly wrapping his warmed hands back around her and pulling her tightly against him.

Shadowheart tilted her head away, offering him the full expanse of her neck, and he dove in to press more kisses along it. One of her hands came up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place, the other gripping one of his wrists.

He could feel her heartbeat under his lips, feel it speed up as his kisses grew more urgent. He opened his mouth to taste her, to lick and suck on the delicate skin, and he drank in the breathy little sounds she was making. They went straight to his groin.

Astarion rolled his hips against her experimentally, a breathy little sound of his own escaping his lips when she pressed back into him.

He wrapped his fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up an inch before pausing.

‘Am I allowed to unwrap my presents early?’

Shadowheart turned in his embrace. Her cheeks were pink, her lips parted invitingly…

Astarion leaned in to capture them again with his own, but she leaned away.

‘I think breaking that tradition is terrible bad luck,’ she said flippantly. ‘Should we consult Wyll perhaps?’

She feigned a break away from him, but Astarion held her fast.

‘Fuck tradition. Fuck Wyll.’

‘Hmm, anyone else you’d like to fuck?’

Astarion huffed a quick laugh at the twinkle in her eyes, before pulling her back in and kissing her deeply, picking right back up where they left off at the festival.

Shadowheart’s hands tangled in his hair, and she nudged him with her knee, leading him backwards until his legs hit the edge of a plush chaise. He collapsed back into it, pulling her with him so she landed in his lap.

Breaking the kiss, he moved his hands down to grip her hips, pulling her down into him as he ground up into her.

The way her chest heaved in his face was obscene, all flushed and open. Astarion placed an open mouthed kiss to the curve of her breast, rocking her hips over his as his mouth travelled down into her cleavage, until his progress was stymied by her shirt.

He growled and pulled away, deft hands undoing the ties of the offending fabric and pushing it out of his way.

‘This,’ Astarion breathed, ‘this absolutely has to go, dear. Horrible thing.’

‘Such a critic, Astarion,’ Shadowheart said, shaking her head as she began to pull her shirt away. ‘Bold words for someone wearing such an awful shirt himself. I think you should take it off.’

Astarion grinned, pulling his own shirt off slowly. When his eyes were uncovered again, he was met with the truly beautiful sight of Shadowheart’s bare chest. Soft shadows fell across the swell of her breasts, her pert nipples, the light dancing across them as her chest rose and fell with her breaths. He tore his eyes away to look up at her face. The way she looked down at him, biting her lip coyly, made him feel absolutely primal.

How was he supposed to resist?

His mouth was on her again in seconds. He laved over her breast, one hand letting go of her hips so he could gently massage the other plush breast, and she wrapped her arms around his head to hold him close.

‘Gods that feels good… You know, I’ve always– Ah! Always thought those pants were terrible too. It would probably be best if you removed them as well.’

Her grip on his head loosened, and she lent back a little so he could see her face properly. The corner of her mouth was pulled up in a wry grin and her pupils were blown wide as she stared back at him, waiting.

‘And you call me the critic,’ he said with a laugh. ‘But if you insist, I suppose I can oblige.’

Shadowheart’s hands moved to the seatback behind them to support her and she lifted herself up onto her knees, giving him space beneath her. He pulled his hands away from her through sheer force of will, moving to unlace his pants as quickly as he could, and took advantage of the height change to get his mouth on her again.

He found her nipple with his tongue, laving over it and feeling it harden under his attention.

Shadowheart’s breathing grew heavy, and Astarion heard her mutter a choice set of curses above him as he shuffled his pants off. Kicking them away from his feet, he pulled Shadowheart back down into his lap, fingers slipping into her waistband.

‘It would be only fair if these were gone too.’

‘I suppose. For the sake of fairness of course.’

Shadowheart slipped away from him, standing up and stripping off her pants. But instead of climbing back onto his lap, she dropped to her knees and shuffled between his legs.

Astarion couldn’t help the soft “oh fuck” that slipped out of his mouth.

She trailed the backs of her fingernails along his thighs, leaving his skin tingling in their wake.

She lent over him, tracing patterns over his abdomen and placing soft kisses in the wake, slowly travelling downwards.

He could feel her warm breath ghost over his cock as she kissed either side of it teasingly, and the anticipation made his whole body tense.

With no other warning, she licked a soft stripe up his length, grasping the base of it with her hand and swirling her tongue around the tip, swiping up a bead of precum.

Astarion brought his fist to his mouth and bit down on it.

‘What’s the matter? You’re usually so talkative, Astarion,’ she said, barely giving him a moment to respond before she took him into her mouth.

He let loose a guttural groan, the plush wetness of her mouth like heaven.

He looked down at her, and she looked back up at him through her lashes, her makeup all smudged and his cock in her mouth. The most talented artist in all the realms couldn’t have painted a prettier picture.

One of her hands disappeared down between her legs and the mere suggestion of it made his mouth water.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she took him deeper into his mouth and sucked, slowly pulling off before bobbing back down.

He took hold of her hand that still lay on his stomach, pulling at it ever slightly, not wanting to finish too quickly.

Releasing him with a slick ‘pop’, she placed a kiss on his thigh, his stomach, trailing up his chest and along his neck. The slight brush of her breasts against his chest made his cock twitch.

Her hands trailed up his sides, making him shiver slightly, until she climbed back into his lap, sitting down but not quite touching him where he so desperately craved the contact. He could feel the heat of her against him, and he ached to bury himself inside her.

But he also wanted to savour this sweet ‘before’. It was a singular moment in time, and he didn’t want to rush through it.

She leaned down to kiss him, the barest hint of salt on her lips belying the chasteness of her kiss, and he held her face tenderly.

But then she opened her mouth to him, tongue swiping over his lips, and he felt that roiling heat in his stomach start to burn anew.

He pulled one hand away from her face to sneak in between her legs. She gasped into his mouth as he dipped into her wetness, just barely pressing into her opening, before he pulled a slick fingertip back to roll over her clit.

Shadowheart bucked her hips at the sensation, a muffled moan rumbling in her throat. She broke the kiss, pressing her forehead to his as he continued, her fingertips pressing into him harshly as he found the right rhythm.

He pulled away from her clit, but her little whine at the loss was cut off by a gasp as he pressed his finger inside her, pumping lazily as her hips rolled to meet him. He added another finger and she leaned back, holding him at arm’s length with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a soft ’oh’. A tiny furrow appeared between her brows, and he could feel her pushing against him harder, seeking more. That tiny furrow deepened as he pulled out briefly, until he pressed back in with three fingers and his thumb brushing over her clit, making her gasp sharply.

‘By the hells, Astarion,’ she groaned, ‘that feels amazing. I can only imagine what your cock will feel like.’

‘Why don’t I show you?’

Her eyes flicked open and she met his gaze with a dangerous grin.

‘Yes please.’

Just when he thought the vision of her couldn’t grow any more enticing.

Astarion pulled his fingers out of her slowly and gently pumped on his cock, spreading her slickness over himself before lining up with her.

She pressed down ever so slightly, just enough that he could brush the tip of himself against her, feel her shake and buck at the sensation.

He moved his hand to hold her hip, stilling her movements and gently guiding her down onto him, pressing into her by just the barest margin.

He looked up at her, meeting her eyes in silent encouragement, wanting to watch her fall apart on him.

She lowered herself onto him at a glacial pace, gradually building speed with each torturous inch. Astarion fought to keep his eyes open as she buried him to the hilt, the hot wet heat of her core almost overwhelming him as he filled her completely.

She stilled, adjusting to the feeling, before lifting back up slowly. She pulled off almost all the way before rolling back down, forcing a groan from him as the heat swelled in his stomach.

Shadowheart lifted up again, and as she moved back down Astarion thrust up to meet her, eliciting a soft cry from her lips. Her pace increased, rolling down as he rocked up into her, and Astarion could feel his bliss approaching with surprising speed. It was hard to hold it off, the sight of her almost as pleasurable as the feel of her all around him.

In an effort to hold out a little longer, he held her tightly around her waist and she made a soft noise of surprise as he flipped them over suddenly, so she was lying beneath him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed along her throat and her jaw before finally covering her mouth with his own, rolling his hips languorously into her all the while.

With his arm underneath her lower back, he tilted her hips towards him gently, waiting for her to–

‘Ah! Yeeees, right there,’ she cried, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

Her legs wrapped around his back and he continued to thrust into her, speeding up to encourage even louder cries of pleasure from her.

Astarion slipped his hand between them, his thumb finding her clit and brushing over it, making Shadowheart whimper. He rolled it around slowly, building up to match the rhythm of his hips, pushing her to the brink of pure pleasure. It was almost completely overwhelming, her grip on him tightening and pulling him impossibly close, the sweet music of her mewling in his ear.

‘I’m so close, don’t you dare stop,’ she breathed, and he could feel her hold body tense beneath him, taut as a bow string and ready to snap.

His own climax was seconds away, but he continued to thrust into her just as she asked until she shouted out her ecstasy.

‘Yeeeessss! Gods, Astarion, fuck–’

The feel of her orgasm around him was almost too much to bear, and his mouth found hers in a messy kiss. He held out as long as he could to ride her through her aftershocks, until his hips stuttered through his own little death, and he came with a soft groan of pleasure.

Shadowheart continued to roll her hips languidly beneath him, drinking in the final moments of bliss, her grip on him loosening. She brushed her fingertips over his shoulders, soothing the marks left behind by her nails.

Astarion let his face fall onto the cushion beside her head, enjoying the feeling of her beneath him - the slowing of her racing heart, the softening of her heaving breath, the tiny little quivers of her core as she came back down.

‘That was…’ she breathed, punctuating the thought with a long exhale.

‘Now who’s speechless, hmm?’

Shadowheart laughed, gently slapping his back in reproach, and then nudged him off her. Astarion rolled over onto his side, bracketing her on the narrow chaise. He traced patterns with his fingers over her stomach, chuckling when she quivered at the gentle touch.

She grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and holding them against her chest.

‘Well,’ she said, looking over to him with a glimmer in her eyes, ‘I’m certainly all warmed up now.’

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angelesskies · 4 months

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first sketch posted! I love astarion and honestly, though my sketches aren’t necessarily great by any standard, I just love drawing him. I really hope some people can see him in this <3

p.s don’t mind the hair, still working on it along with everything else lol

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ebar · 19 days

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Something just popped into my head. Spawn Astarion picking back up his magistrate mantle and convincing the court system to allow him to hold court in the evening hours.

Baldur's Gate Night Court.

Out of the 7000 sacrificial lambs, tell me there isn't one or two that he could use as Bailiffs or other court workers.

Imagine getting pulled into the courtroom at like 2am, tired, it's dark, and you look up and the judge sitting slightly shadowed has glowing red eyes. You turn to the bailiff and see more cold, glowing red eyes. The hot stares make you squirm, your guilt rising in the back of your throat.

Judge Ancunin has the highest rate of confession in the history of Baldur's Gate. Every criminal begins to fear being judged at night.

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strangecreature-fear · 4 months

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Hi! I will be posting my progress in working out and transition here and I also want to find a place here for my Astarion and BG3 phase 🦇

So hello everyone! those who are interested in my progress and Astarion! 😜

Have a nice day everyone and see you in the next post 🤍

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bloodinwine · 3 months

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Bloodpop

Story Summary: It's Astarion's birthday and you made him a rather sweet surprise Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav ; Astarion x Reader

Warnings: 18+. Smut; Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex

Word count: 2524 words

A03

Master List

It’s Astarion’s birthday….well, one year anyway since he reclaimed his own destiny and rejected Ascension for a life of his own. A life with you.

You spent weeks coming up with the perfect gift idea and even longer making it.

It is near sundown, about the time he would be up. You’d adjusted to his schedule easily enough, but your excitement has you awake before him and you couldn’t keep it to yourself a second longer.

“Astarion.”

You run a hand down his arm.

His eyes flutter open and he reaches for your wrist. He closes his eyes again and pulls your hand to his lips. He kisses your wrist, your palm, your fingers in sleepy, slow movements.

A year together and the way he touches you still has you spellbound. More so, now that you’ve grown closer in love.

“My star,” you whisper. “I have something for you.”

“Mmm. Please say it’s you.” He breathes deep, his eyes still closed. He was always difficult to wake up. But he doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he parts his mouth slightly and slides your finger in.

You feel his wet tongue press up against your skin. You watch as his lips purse lazily around your finger and he guides your wrist until they reach the hilt. The sight of him sucking on your digit sends a hot shiver through you.

You try to focus on the task at hand, which is to give him his godsdamn birthday present, but then…maybe a surprise would be better.

You pull your finger back from his mouth slowly and wet the bottom of his lip with his own spit. You relish in the way it makes his mouth sheen.

“Keep your eyes closed then, love,” you instruct.

His throat bobs from his low purr of approval.

You reach into your pocket with your dry hand and remove a small candy on a stick.

You peel the wrapper away with your teeth.

You put your thumb to his lips, prompting them to part.

He doesn’t question it. He trusts you.

“You look beautiful, my love,” you coo. You enjoy the way his pointed ears twitch at his favorite words.

“Are you ready for your present?” You ask.

He nods, with your thumb in his mouth, the corner of it creeps upward into a languid, half-grin.

Whatever is happening to him, he likes it.

You put the lollipop in your mouth first, to wet it for him. Its taste is coppery, metallic, with a tinge of sweetness. It’s sticky. It’s you. A bloodpop.

“Happy Birthday, sugar.” You put the now-slick treat to his mouth, in place of your thumb.

You relish the moment his tongue touches the candy. His eyes shoot wide with surprise.

He’s fully awake now.

He blinks, then pulls the stick from his mouth, resulting in a delicious pop of his lips. He stares at the candy, as red and round as his eyes.

He looks back at you. He’s shocked.

“You didn’t.”

You laugh.

“I sure did.”

He draws the sweet back in his mouth, sucking greedily, the stick fixed tight to the edge already stained pink. His eyes flutter with pleasure.

“ Delicious .” He nearly moans between his suckling.

Something about the taste of your blood springs him to life. He stirs upright, the silken sheet slipping to his waist. The hard lines that lead to his pelvis peek above the hem. He’s bare and beautiful and it has you licking your own lips.

You can still taste your blood on them.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you say, but it sounds more aggressive than you intended. You can’t help it.

Your greedy hand grips at the sheet, you want to pull it down.

You want to see more.

Astarion’s eyes narrow at your clutching. They travel up your arm until his lashes lift and his eyes fix on yours. All the while, he works that godsdamn candy in his mouth in a manner so carnal that you’re almost jealous of it. He pulls it away slowly, the shell of it teasing his lip.

“Come here,” he says.

At his command, heat pools between your thighs. You can’t resist. You crawl across the width of the bed, cool air brushing your backside as your little nightgown hitches up past your thighs.

“Stop,” he rasps, as you come within reach.

You oblige.

He bends low, his mouth nearing as if he might kiss you and you really hope he will.

His lips are just a breath from yours, you can smell your own blood on them.

“Turn around.”

You don’t listen this time.

“Astarion.” His name comes out as a whine. You try to close the gap between you.

He pulls back, ever so slightly, and the distance deepens your hunger.

“Oh, my darling,” he sighs. “It’s my birthday, remember? Do as I say.”

You can’t deny his first birthday wish.

Your face heats as you turn and settle on all fours. You’re all too aware of your half-exposed backside, but suddenly it doesn’t feel cold anymore.

“Good girl.”

Your knees almost buckle under his praise.

Then it’s quiet for a moment. Too quiet.

All you hear is the sound of his sucking on your bloodpop followed by a rustling of the sheets. You feel the bed dip as he moves.

Without warning, you feel his cool fingers trace up the back of your thigh and slip beneath the hem of your gown. His touch trails over your naked rear until it settles onto the small of your back. The movement forces the end of your dress up to hang around your stomach, revealing you fully.

“Such a pretty present,” he hums approvingly. You can hear his teeth click on the shell of the candy, as if he’s contemplating on what to do with you next. The sound sends a shudder through you. You’re not sure how long you can hold yourself up.

A depraved part of you wishes you could see his face taking in the view of your slick core.

“I can see there’s more to unwrap.” His hand leaves your back and cards through your hair, until he has it firm within his grasp.

“My star, I—” Before you can finish your plea, he pushes your head down against the soft silks. You’re forced to drop to your forearms and lift your posterior higher; it slaps against him and you feel the hard shape of his cock tease against your folds.

You groan with frustration. You try to bring yourself up to your hands, starved for more contact, but he still has you by the hair. You’re pinned to the bed, his other hand steadies you by the waist.

“Oh my love, don’t you know?” His murmurs are slippery around the candy. “Presents are meant to be savored, to be opened slowly .”

As desirous as you feel, your body melts under his words. You know he won’t leave you hungry.

He untangles himself from your hair, and even as he frees you, you remain still. Eager to please him.

His hand presses more firmly down the nape of your neck and along the arch of your spine, leaving a hot trail in its wake despite his cool touch. It feathers over your ass, then he squeezes hard.

Your breath hitches.

“Unravel for me, love,” he beckons. His knee slides between your legs and nudges them apart.

You do as he says, but your eyes sting from how painful your need is.

“My, my,” he pauses to slurp, “what a pretty, pink ribbon.”

Your body quivers from just how lewd his words make you feel.

You hear the wet sup of his lips as he plucks the bloodpop from his mouth.

Your brain is hazy with want and when his tongue rakes wide along your engorged clit, you clutch at the silks as a desperate sound escapes you. There’s a burst of relief that devolves into a ravenous thirst for more when he pulls away.

Your hips buck to meet him once again, but his grip catches you around the waist and he flips you on your back. Your body bounces lightly. You gasp with surprise but you’re immediately silenced by the sight of him kneeling upright between your legs, drawing them up and wide apart. His hand, clutching the bloodpop, is settled on your knee to keep him steady and it dawns on you that he’s just as desperate as you are.

His lips are stained a bright red, almost the same shade as his eyes. Your gaze travels along the lines of his chest, to the sharp angles that direct you to his throbbing erection. His cock is so hard and swollen, it almost looks painful.

Your mouth waters at the sight and when you meet his eyes they tell you everything you need to know.

He’s about to lose it too.

You sit up to reach for him.

He holds you by the wrist, as if to keep you at bay, but his clutch feels unsteady.

You want to taste him so badly, you can’t help yourself. You know he wanted you to be compliant, but you were never good at following the rules. You press a desperate kiss to the sex line by his hip as your fingers reach to tease the tip of his cock. It’s wet with precum and you spread it gently over his aching head.

Astarion’s body trembles and his head is thrown back as he groans. You let out a laugh, a hot huff against his skin, now wet from your kisses. You savor watching him come apart, there’s little else that satisfies you more.

“Look at me, please ,” you ask. You ask very nicely.

He staggers at your request when he brings his gaze down. His hand rakes through your hair as your kisses become more urgent and sloppy. You’re practically slurping at him, staring into his eyes as you do. He looks drunk, seeing how thirsty you are. Your own need is so ripe, you’re half tempted to reach down and touch yourself, but you’ve waited this long.

“I want to lick your cock. Please, can I?”

You might be the one begging, but you thrill at his wordless surrender when he nods his head.

“Thank you.” You smile up at him and he nearly sways at your appreciation.

He’s so beautiful.

It takes the edge off your hot desire when your tongue runs from the tip of his cock up to the base. He pushes back your hair and you crane your neck so he can see more of you. So you can see him. You taste the hint of his salty precum and you lick and preen at him for more. He smells of brushed sage and sweat and your own spittle. You lap at him as greedily as he did your bloodpop, but you refrain from pursing your lips around him fully.

His grip tightens and you can sense his composure crumbling.

You hear him whine.

You love that sound.

You pull away. “What’s wrong, my star?” you ask, playing dumb.

You are relentless.

“I want—” He chokes out. His eyes flutter before they draw wide. A small laugh escapes him, seemingly surprised by his own petition. He looks down at you.

You tilt your head, questioning.

He takes a steadying breath when he lifts his hand to put the bloodpop back in his mouth. He hasn’t forgotten it. The lust in his eyes narrows sharply to something more animalistic with the hint of your blood in his mouth.

You’re yanked back by the hair and your neck is turned upward to him. The aggressive shift sends a note of pleasure through you as you bite back a moan. His hand caresses your bare throat and his eyes narrow on your neck vein. His hold settles firmly onto your collarbone and shoulder until he has you fixed. Then in one swift motion, he lays you down on a slope of pillows and your head grazes the headboard.

You barely register the speed in which he’s moved you when his cock, drenched in your spit, buries straight into your aching core all the way down to the hilt.

Your hips buck on instinct, your needy clit aching for more friction, and you let out a moan so loud and obscene that he can barely drown it out with his own mouth as it crashes against yours. His tongue laps hungrily at yours and you can think of nothing else but the way he tastes as he slams into you hard, again and again, in long, even strokes. He growls in your mouth and the sound has you thrusting your hips up to meet him with the same speed.

You feel your orgasm rising, clawing its way towards release. Tears leak from your eyes from pure rapture and your heart swells with how much you fucking love this man.

His mouth rips away from you and you cry out his name in mourning. You’re almost scared he’s going to stop.

But he doesn’t let you go, and he’s still driving into you. Your view of him is hazy from how fucked-out your brain is and the tears in your eyes, but you covet the way his cock plunges in and out of you, and how your wetness has him lathered and drenched all the way up to the root.

You hear him chuckle darkly between his panting. “You like what you see, darling?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper.

Astarion half smiles from the way he has you crumbling. Any second now you’re going to…

He brings up the bloodpop and drags it hard across the path of your swollen clit. You nearly scream from the new sensation, but when Astarion brings the candy, now dripping from your wetness up to his mouth, it’s the way he sucks at it that has you break. Your thighs clamp around him and your orgasm has you babbling incoherently as it rips through you. Your vision spins out, you see stars.

Astarion pulls out of you and brings himself up to thrust his cock in your inviting mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat and your mouth pools with his spend. Your core stirs again from the predacious moan that leaves him when he comes.

He withdraws from you slowly, your lips pursing tight to suck and clean him off properly. He sighs with pleasure and collapses back, landing on his elbows. The both of you are completely spent and take a moment to drink in the sight of each other.

“Happy birthday, my star,” you pant as you lick away the remaining spend on your lips. It’s only the start of the day for you two, but you’re not sure if you’ll have much energy for anything else.

Astarion chuckles and bites down on the candy, a final satisfying crunch. His eyes are blissed out, half-lidded from the afterglow and he smiles at you with bloodied lips.

He looks happy .

“Thank you for my gift, love. I won’t forget it.”

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