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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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Prompt for whenever you want it: the reader grew up in a household where she wasn't allowed to be very feminine/like cute things. Her family was adamant that she be tough and that anything remotely feminine or pretty would be wasted on her. So she secretly likes cute and pretty things, but has internalized all the things her family told her so she never let's it show. I would love to see astarion pick up on it and how he would react? I just imagined one day he presents her with a delicate handkerchief with her initials (he embroidered them himself) and I practically bawled my eyes out 😭😭😭

Idk why I really struggled to write this one. I just had a hard time starting it. So I'd write an opening, hate it, leave it for a bit, come back, leave it again. But I finally got it to a point that I am happy with it

Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader

Warnings: vague references to trauma, self-doubt, swearing

Word Count: 1,041

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One gets quite good at reading people when that’s all you did for 200 years. Someone would twitch and Astarion could know exactly what they were thinking. Reading you was as easy as opening a book.

Every time you passed a market or merchant, Astarion could see the way your eyes flit longingly over jewelry or dresses. It was always brief. If the vendor noticed, they’d try pitching the item to you; the same old lines: “A beautiful necklace for a beautiful lady!” But you just smiled politely and shook your head, muttering how it wasn’t your style.

It was curious. Throughout your journey so far, he’d noticed other things, too. How you’d save the most beautiful, feminine dresses for your female companions. At first he just thought you wanted to give them something nice, but it was odd when you’d provide them an item much more suited to your strengths than their own. How your eyes would linger a little longer on flowers and lace gloves. But the moment you felt eyes on you, you’d turn away, the distant longing gleam in your eye replaced with a set determination.

He’d even caught you staring at the embroidery on his clothes once or twice.

(“Distracted, are we?”

“I was only wondering what it says. An odd poem for a shirt.”

“Hmph. Clearly it’s meaning is lost on you, darling.”)

So, with 200 years of experience, Astarion came to the only conclusion he could plausibly find. He accounted for your own attire - masculine or purely functional - your steadfast avoidance of anything feminine, the sorrow that visibly washed over you when you came across something particularly beautiful.

You didn’t allow yourself these things, because you couldn’t.

Well, you could, he supposed. But you weren’t. Perhaps, like him, you felt you didn’t deserve it. Or perhaps, like him, it had been ingrained into your very being that you couldn’t have it. Either way, the result was the same.

He wasn’t honestly sure what came over him when he realized. And it had taken him a few days to think about the idea that formulated unbidden, itching at the back of his mind in a way that put the tadpole to shame. But one night, after feeding (on you and a boar), he sat within his tent and got to work. He threaded the eyes of needles with practiced ease, steadily guided it back and forth through the material in his hands, creating elegant shapes. If he was being honest, it was some of his best work.

It took him even longer to gather the nerves to give it to you. You handed out gifts freely - armor, weapons, trinkets, blood. But he’d… well, he’d never really given anyone a gift before. Nothing as genuine as this, certainly. His mind, his own worst enemy aside from Cazador, kept plaguing him with thoughts of how you’d hate it. How you’d take one look at it, struggle through a smile, and tuck it away at the bottom of your bag. And so it remained in his belongings, safely hidden.

And then you just had to go and be so damn good. You just had to stand up to Araj Oblodra when she kept insisting he drink from her. You just had to quietly tell him that he could, if he wanted to, but only if he wanted to. And you just had to respect his choice. He’d never been so overwhelmed with emotion before. Nobody had ever done that for him. His choices didn’t matter, his comfort didn’t matter. But you didn’t even hesitate.

When you sought him out at camp later that night, you even told him he was free. No longer a slave who had to get on his back for mere breadcrumbs. Too many emotions - relief, fear, euphoria, worry, gratefulness - flooded his chest.

He cleared his throat. “There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to give you,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “Consider it a… thanks, for what you did for me back there.”

He pulled the neat, white handkerchief from his pocket and presented it to you. Red eyes flit over your face, trying to read every little expression that passed, as you stared at the cloth. On the corner, embroidered in the same golden thread as he used on his shirt, were your initials. Immaculate and shiny.

Your mouth opened. Your eyes were wide, your brow furrowed and then raised. You struggled for words. You met his eyes with shock. “A-Are you sure? I mean, this is much too fine for me - I was happy to stand up for you - Not that you needed any help! I mean-”

“Darling,” he hushed. So you did enjoy it, after all. “It’s a gift. Consider it repayment for all the nights you’ve bared your neck for me, if nothing else. A simple exchange.”

A dying sound left your throat with a breath as you looked back down at the handkerchief. With shaky hands, you took it from him. You held it as though it was a religious artifact from the gods, not a folded square of soft silk with lace borders. It had the same smooth feel as running your fingers over the surface of still water. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes as you ran a thumb over the letters.

“I…” You took a shaky breath, looking up at him again through the building water in your eyes. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”

He smirked, though your blatant joy made his lips twitch into the start of a genuine smile. “You… deserve something nice. Something more than, well,” he gestured vaguely at your worn cotton attire, “this.”

You laughed and brushed away the tears beginning to slip down your cheeks with the back of your hands. “You’re still a bastard.”

“Oh, undoubtedly.”

“But a nice bastard.”

“Careful, darling.” He leaned forward with an even wider smirk, fangs peeking out as a mischievous twinkle glinted in his eye. “We wouldn’t want word getting out.”

And if he caught sight of that little cloth poking out from a pocket or resting at the top of your bag, well maybe he let himself enjoy that warmth in his chest.

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astarionapologist · 3 months

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Flames of forbidden desire(Karlach x fem!Reader)

Prompt: Very horny dom!Karlach x a kinda flirty tav hehehe aftercare and fluff at the end! Also this was a request! Hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, oral(receiving), ✂️ing *wink wonk*

A kind yet firm hand gripped your thigh, Karlach slowly pushed her tongue up your cunt slowly lapping up its sweet nectar. She groaned in satisfaction as she finally was able to taste you. To hold you. To absolutely ravish you both body and soul. You moaned as she continued to eat you out liked she was some starved animal.

She carefully sucked on your red puffy clint and inserted two of her long fingers inside your aching needy cunt.

“Fuck… you love that don’t you?” She hummed

“Mmmh~ Karlach please… I need more of you.” You whimpered out desperately grinding harder on her fingers.

“Who am I to deny you sweetheart~” she purrs against the soft skin of your thighs and she dives back in. She pushes her tongue down into your hole and flexes her wet muscle inside your throbbing cunt. You continue to fill her tent with whimpers and moans as she teases both your clint and the sweet spot inside you.

She lifts her head to look up at you, you see nothing but lust and adoration in her eyes.

“Damnit… Sweets… you can’t do this to me… fuckin hell I need more of you… I need all of you right now.”

“Then have me” you say

You already knew this would send her over the edge and lead to a more dominant Karlach… not like you minded though. In fact you quite liked how she’d pick you up and sit you on her lap as she’d whispered all her dirty little thoughts about you whenever you’d tease her too much in the past.

“Fuck it. Come here.” She practically demanded as she pulled you to her and placed you on your side.

Her strong arms open your legs with ease as she placed herself so that both of your lips were on top of each other.

You both groan as you feel each others hear and wetness radiating off your bodies.

“Fuckin hell sweets…. You’re so wet” she huffs out as she begins to move her hips on top of yours. She grabs one of your legs and grinds harder on your soaking needy pussy.

“Shit shit- I need more… please I’m so close Karlach…” you whimper out begging her to speed up.

“Shhhhh… I’ll give ya what you want sweets… don’t you worry” She picks up the pace and begins to apply pressure on the lower part of your belly.

You both rhythmically move your hope against each other, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.

Her wetness mixing with yours was enough to drive you insane. Along with the small heartbeat of her throbbing clint against yours.

“Fuck- I’m gonna” You moan and huff out your ecstasy while Karlach chases her’s not too far behind you. Heavy breathing fills the room as you look down and see the mess you’ve both created, legs and cunts absolutely drenched in each other's cum.

With no hesitation Karlach goes to pick up a rag and gently cleans your body and then herself. She carefully pushes you to the side and removes the soaked towel from underneath you. She crawls into bed with you pulling you in closer by the waist and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears with a calm and gentle hand.

“You were lovely today.. you know that right? Gods you’re perfect all the time love” She gushes with her cheeks tinted a darker shade of red.

You giggle “So were you~ I could hardly keep up”

“Shit I wasn’t to rough was I? Did I hurt you or anything?” Her eyes widened and her lips frowned slightly. You couldn't help yourself from laughing, she looked like a kicked puppy.

“W-what? Why are you laughing….” She pouts confused at your teasing.

“No reason~ but besides that, of course you didn’t hurt me. In fact quite the opposite~”

She lets out a small sigh and smiles. “I’m just glad you enjoyed it”

She pulls you into a tight warm hug, you feel her tail wrap around your thigh. “ I enjoyed it too… a lot even..”

“But I enjoyed holding you like this so much more…”

She rubs the back of your hips gently as she looks into your eyes and pulls you into a kiss

“Thank you for all this sweets… thank you for everything… I love you”

“I love you too” You whisper as you cuddle yourself more against her warm muscular body.

“Goodnight sweets…” she says as she drifts off to sleep.

HOPE THIS ISNT ASS AND YALL ENJOY IT!

also next up are a Astarion x M!reader and a spicy gale fic with some fluff! ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUEST I LOVE READING THEMMMMMM AHHH

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raygunny · 7 months

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Wandering Eyes

Word count: 2,203

Astarion x Fem Tav

I hyperfocused for 4 hours straight and this is what fell out. My first longer story, please enjoy 💙

Astarion often finds himself staring at Tav.

At first it’s to size her up - see how she thinks, how she holds herself, how she reacts to the others and the situations they keep finding themselves in. Searching for any information that will help him in his goal of getting this tadpole out of his head, of gaining allies in this bizarre and disorienting situation.

Maybe even allies that can help him wipe Cazador off the face of the planet, he thinks to himself.

Early on it’s obvious that Tav has become the leader of this little wayward crew. She’s the first to take action, making the quick decisions that have kept them alive this long. Leading them across this gods forsaken land, collecting more members all along the way. He’s not too thrilled about that last part, but safety in numbers he supposes. She’s the clear key to getting the others to accept him.

As soon as he thinks he has a good read on her, he turns it into a tool. A too easy tactic sharpened by years of experience. The many cataloged faces and expressions ready to be equipped just like anything else he wears. Armor is the word he can’t quite find.

It’s child’s play really, the formulas for seduction, for enticing others into his orbit. Something that has become second nature for him. He senses he will need to take it somewhat slow with her, work his way up to more. It’s a much slower burn than most of the one night lovers he’s had over the many years.

He starts with a classic - a brief but strong, intense gaze right into her eyes, as if he’s peering into her soul. Trying to convey a certain air that says, you’re the only thing on my mind. Luckily he has plenty of opportunities to perform this tactic, it seems she enjoys visiting his tent just to chat. Seeking him out most nights. No surprise, he knows he’s a talented conversationalist.

It’s strange though, she often asks the kind of questions he’s not as used to answering. She asks his opinion on all the hectic events playing out around them, on what he thinks they should do next, checks in to make sure he’s doing okay. Perfect, he thinks, she’s clearly already starting to become enamored.

He tries not to question the strange feeling in his gut every time she walks away.

Days pass, long and arduous, filled with more fighting than he’s ever had to dole out. He often finds himself back to back with Tav, each keeping their initial promise to watch out for one another. Good, at least she likes him enough to continue protecting him. They press on, trekking through the hellish wilderness. With her and the rest of the crew chatting and joking around, he finds himself minding less and less.

Unfortunately for him, he still can’t quite work out if his advances have been effective or not. He begins to occasionally throw in a prolonged look, dragging his eyes up and down her body - never lingering for too long, but still an obvious appreciation of her form. Projecting confidence and desire while catching her eyes from across camp. Pairing it with a few flirtatious comments and he’s sure she’ll be in the palm of his hand soon enough.

He's making progress, she’s definitely warmed to him, but he still senses her guard is up. Not a problem, if all else fails, everyone melts when he tilts his pretty face down and looks up through hooded lids. His long lashes and scarlett eyes pairing oh so perfectly. He’s been complimented on his eyes more times than he could ever count. Almost hypnotizing the ones he lavishes his gaze upon. Lowering his voice to a softer, deeper, sweet tone, he tells her all the things she could possibly wish to hear. How beautiful she is, how he wants her, how he needs her.

It’s not a total lie, he finds himself thinking. He pushes away the thought as soon as it pops into his head.

As the days continue to go by, he becomes less confident that she’s the easy target he first thought her to be. She seems to like him well enough, but frustratingly doesn’t react in the same ways he’s typically used to during this whole seduction business. She just smiles and looks right back, asking him questions that are much too personal for his taste. His flirtatious comments are met with her pretty smile and a good natured laugh, throwing banter right back at him with ease. He’s not sure if she’s just not attracted to him or if he’s doing something wrong.

His confusion only increases when one day a much too nice piece of armor is neatly left on his bedroll, he immediately knows who it’s from. Inspecting it, he notices the finer details - it’s something she easily could have sold for a hefty amount of gold. When he asks about it, she just looks at him and says, to protect you, with that same maddening smile.

Next time, it’s a book he’d been eyeing some days ago while looting one of the many destroyed villages they’d come across. It had been too ruined to take back to camp and he sighed, tossing it back into the pile of rubble he snatched it from. When she sees the astonished look on his face, she shrugs and says, I just saw it at the market and thought of you. Simple as that.

It’s perplexing. They’ve been traveling together for some time now and she hasn’t tried to proposition him, hasn’t asked for anything in return. If she isn’t interested, then why does she keep coming over to talk to him each night? Why does she leave all those small, thoughtful gifts?

Why did she let him bite her?

Astarion tells himself to get it together, he’s usually better at reading people than this. He tries to convince himself that it must be the long days and variety of conflicts they’ve had to deal with - strange and dangerous creatures, endless walking, Gale.

To his chagrin he starts to notice himself staring even when he doesn’t mean to. When she’s talking to whatever new foe or potential ally they’ve stumbled across, he can’t seem to keep his eyes from straying towards her. The confidence and conviction she radiates is magnetic. It surprises him, some feeling he can’t name swirling in his stomach. His eyes get caught on her sunlit profile, walking side by side and hanging a little ways back from the others. He finds his breath catching in his chest at the captivating way she laughs, how her nose crinkles and eyes light up. The way her hair drapes against the curve of her neck, tantalizing in the most frustrating way. Each time she approaches him and so graciously offers to let him feed on her - well, he begins to find himself fantasizing more and more about coming to her tent earlier in the evening.

When she’s still awake, he thinks. This time welcoming the thought.

Soon it starts to become a problem. The others are noticing, he’s not sure if she has too. Tav hasn’t said anything about it, but he also knows their fearless leader isn’t stupid. How embarrassing, is he actually starting to develop feelings for someone who just sees him as a companion? At best, a loyal friend perhaps. He’s more than okay with that, his fondness for Tav has grown considerably - but he’s not some lovesick puppy. At this point he worries that if he did try to bring it up, he’d push her away. That’s the last thing he wants.

He tries his best to not dwell on what he’d do if she wasn’t around anymore. He loathes to admit the idea scares him.

It all culminates one day in battle. He catches a glimpse of her surrounded by goblins and before he can react to help, she’s knocked them back in one blow. It’s beautiful the way she fights, so focused and intense. So powerful. The only thing on her mind is to keep moving forward, to keep protecting her allies - her friends. Pushing on until every single danger has been handled and every enemy eviscerated.

Suddenly he’s hit hard with a thunderwave spell, throwing him through the air and knocking the wind out of him. His ears are ringing and all he can do is lie on the ground trying to pull breath into his lungs. He admonishes himself while trying to get his bearings - idiot, how could he let himself get so distracted?

His eyes come to focus on Tav, sprinting in his direction as fast as he’s ever seen her run. In two hits she cuts down the nearby sorcerer who had aimed their attack at him. She’s suddenly by his side, a hand on his shoulder with a concerned look on her face. It's not fair, she’s even beautiful covered in blood and wearing that worried expression. He never stood a chance, he realizes.

She trusts the others to finish off the last couple enemies across the field. Crouched next to him and training her eyes intently on his, she asks him if he’s okay, where it hurts. He sees something in her face that he’s only seen a few times, true fear.

It’s ridiculous but the only thing he feels in that moment is an unbearable pressure in his chest.

Later that night while patching their wounds, Tav finds her way next to him. They sit in silence for a few moments before she says, “I was really worried about you out there today.” She pauses then continues on, “You scared me.”

He’s taken aback for a second, eventually saying, “While I appreciate the concern, I can handle myself just as well as anyone else here.” It comes out too harsh.

He pivots and puts on a smile, joking in a lighter tone, “Despite what it looked like today that is - I was actually just having a little mid-battle rest. Couldn’t you tell?”.

She chuckles, “My deepest apologies, how could I ever have thought otherwise.” Pausing again she bites her lower lip thoughtfully for a moment. When she continues it's with a more serious tone, but he can still see a small smile on her lips. “You know I wouldn’t dream of questioning your tactics, but how about you let me know next time you want to..rest..during battle. So I can at least watch your back.” she finishes sheepishly.

That is not what he was expecting her to say. He can’t help but think, why does it always feel like she’s pulling the rug out from under his feet. He can’t take it anymore.

He turns his gaze to look her directly in the eyes before he says, “I froze out there today because I was an idiot”, there's an obvious frustration behind it. “I lost focus and I can’t say for sure it won’t happen again.”

Now she’s surprised, “What do you mean? Is everything okay?” a furrow in her brow forming.

He takes a shaky breath in - here it comes. “Tav, I was distracted because I was looking at you. I -", he gathers his thoughts, "Sometimes it feels impossible to take my eyes off you.”

He continues on in a quieter, more vulnerable voice, “I care about you more than I ever thought I would.” He looks away as the words spill from his lips, “More than I thought I could. It’s not something I’m familiar with, whatever these feelings are. But I know they’re feelings for you.”

More resolute he looks back at her face, taking it in for a moment, “Real feelings, not just a role I’m playing. It's new territory for me.” He braces himself, “If you don’t feel the same way I understand, it’s really no problem. I just..couldn’t take another moment without you knowing.”

Tav searches his face, he’s not sure what she’s looking for. Suddenly she moves closer.

Very seriously she looks at him and says, “I care about you too Astarion, you’re a very special person to me.”

His heart soars, hope buzzing in his stomach and that unmistakable feeling he hasn’t been able to identify rises in his chest once again.

He gingerly places one hand on her neck, drawing her towards him, stroking her jawline with his thumb. Looking into her eyes he sees it on her face, she wants him too. He leans forward to meet her, placing a tender kiss on her lips as if this spell will break at any second. She smiles into it - that damned smile that’s been driving him crazy.

He kisses her a little more passionately, lavishing the feeling of her lips on his.

He pulls away and stares at her face one more time. They both break into a grin and his nerves calm as he lets out a small laugh.

Today is not the day he puts a name to the feeling that has spread from his chest and into the rest of his body, but he has a feeling it will come to him soon enough.

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seiless · 18 days

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This may get a bit dark, but how about some heavy hurt/comfort. I used my irl d&d campaign as my Astarion route Tav (tiefling wild magic sorceress) intending for BG3 to be the next adventure in her storyline after the d&d campaign... then my DM threw some really messed up angst at her, knowing I'm a lover of angst and Astarion. Turns out her mother (a queen & sorceress) had been using her as a pawn to seduce, charm, and eliminate rivals who wished to usurp her throne, then erased the memories and planted false ones.

So maybe dome hurt/comfort of Astarion when Tav finds out what she's actually been through, her life has been a pie, etc etc? If this is too heavy/too specific, pls just delete but the campaign has been being A TIME for me and I need some Astarion affection

(The first prompt is finished, at last! Many more to come! U V U)

You were used. Of course you were. If all your other companions had some sort of difficult or twisted past, why would you be any different?

But it wasn’t that you had one as well that bothered you. What had your stomach in knots and your heart twisting apart was the fact that it had been happening your whole life…and you hadn’t ever once noticed.

That you weren’t just your mother’s daughter; no, far from it. You were your mother’s tool. A weapon for her to wield, to manipulate and coerce others to do what she needed them to do.

Not only did you never have a say in the matter…you didn't even realize it. Not until your memories were forcefully returned by the tadpole and broke whatever insidious curse that kept the truth at bay.

They didn’t come all at once; they started as nightmares, over the course of months. The kind that became more frequent, more vivid.

And then the realization struck; they weren’t nightmares at all. They were memories. Shadowheart helped you come to this realization when you explained what you were suffering through each night.

Astarion had been awre of these dreams that tormented you; sharing a tent did make that easy. But you had insisted he not worry; it was your problem to resolve, and he had enough he had to deal with.

But that didn’t stop him from keeping a close eye on you. So when you strode from Shadowheart’s tent that night and made a beeline for your own, he could tell quite clearly something was wrong.

His gaze flicked to Shadowheart, who had lingered at the entrance and watched as you steppped away. She was worried; that much was obvious.

Astarion pursed his lips, but knew there was little time to wait. With a lift of his chin and a fluff of his tunic, he made his way over to the tent you had disappeared into.

Of course, he could hear the sobs before he’d even reached you. The sound was muffled, pressed into the palm of your hand.

It did make his heart twist. You had done so little to deserve such distress (well, in his unbiased opinion).

His initial thought was to dismiss any heartfelt attempt at comfort, say something lighthearted and teasing to break the heaviness that suffocated the tent.

He thought better of it, and instead reached out to take hold of your hand, gingerly forcing your attention away from the bedroll you had all but pressed yourself tightly into.

You turned your head some, offering a little acknowledgement to the vampire.

But there was little else you could do; not without a whole new waterfall of tears gushing forth.

“What did they say?” He asked gentlyin a soft voice; gentle enough that it might coax you from the whimpering.

You shook your head, averting your gaze back to the dirt in front of you.

“It was all real. The nightmares…t-they were memories. All of it. .I was…I was a tool. A pawn, used by my own…” You choked back a sob, and he could hear your teeth grind as your jaw clenched tightly. My own mother.”

Astarion nodded quietly; he had suspected as much, given the vividness and the sheer amount of detail you were able to recall with each instance.

You bit your lip, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I don’t know what to think…the things I did for her, Astarion, what I thought was right, what would help her….the people I hurt, that I-!’

“I’m quite familiar with it, darling.” Astarion’s tone remained gentle, if only with a hint of a teasing lilt. “If it’s any comfort, at least you didn’t know the things you were doing were inherently wrong.”

You whipped your glare back to him, pulling your hand from his. “That doesn’t make it any better. That makes it worse. I couldn’t even atone for my sins because I thought it was the right thing to do. That I was doing it for her- Gods, I can’t believe…”

There was a deep, unending understanding in his heart. There were few who could understand what you were going through.

“I…I am sorry, my love. I know exactly what you’re going through. To have come from your own mother is unfathomably awful. It is something no one deserves…least of all, you.”

You nodded, pushing the tears away as you worked to sit yourself upright. Your expression was bordering on embarrassed; sheepish. Like you were ashamed to be telling him any of this.

“Thank you, Asta, really. But…but I don’t think it’s anything like what you had to go through. I wouldn’t dare compare the two things.”

“You didn’t. I did. You weren’t given a say in your actions; certainly, you may not have been tormented and brutalized in a whole host of different ways, but-”

“My point exactly,” You frowned, this time moving to take his hand in your own. Your body was hot with sorrow; with anger. “You don’t need to try and-”

“I’m not doing anything other than giving you the same compassion you've shown me. You needn't belittle your experiences simply because it doesn't compare to my own.”

“I-I’m not trying to comp- I just- I’m sorry. I’m a mess.” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I don’t want to be this. I hate that this is what I am. I hate that she made me this way, and I didn’t even know it. And I don’t want to t-talk about it either, because I’m hardly t-the only one with issues like this!”

“But you still need time to process it, as we all did. And you will not be alone in this. Quite the contrary; I’m certain there’s a number of people that are willing to be there for you, aside from myself.”

“That’s…that’s true.” You sniffed, taking in a long, shaking breath in a feeble attempt to calm down. “I’m sorry. You're right, I’m just…I’m not in a good headspace. I do need some t-time to process it.”

“Couldn’t agree more, darling.” Astarion smiled softly, “Would you prefer to be on your own? I’ll gladly fuck off, if you demand it.”

“No.” You shook your head, holding out a trembling hand. “I want you to stay.”

Cool fingertips skated over your palm, and laced with your own as he drew you gently into his chest. Deceptively broad, and reliably strong, you melted into him, unwinding your hands so that you could properly wrap your arms around him and fall into a much needed embrace.

Astarion laid you both down gingerly, prizing your comfort as the floodgatesopened once more.

You don’t know how long you cried, and at certain points, you weren’t entirely sure what your breaths were hitching for.

But when the storm passed, and you finally cried yourself asleep, Astarion was there.

Unwavering in his loyalty, reluctant to let you go for even a moment, his thoughts were filled only with you.

Well, you and a variety of schemes to take revenge on your mother, but you nonetheless.

You were there in the darkest of times, and knew you would remain at his side when he finally found the strength to face his greatest fears.

There could be no doubt that he would do the very same for you. He would never allow such a concern to ever cross your mind.

#astarion #tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #hurt and comfort #f!tav #fem tav #woohoo first official story!#requests are open #so please dont hesitate to send more :')

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im-okay-mj · 7 months

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I still haven’t gotten Karlach, I’m sorry 😭 I only just figured out how to get Halsin

#I love her so much she’s precious #also Bear Man..#👀#i love everyone I have so far sm #they’re all so unique #I wanted to romance astarion but Shadowheart..#so this run is shadowheart bc astarion is a whiny bitch boy who I love very dearly #bg3 #karlach #halsin #astarion #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll #fem tav #female tav #the dark urge #poor little bard JDJD

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cambion-companion · 3 months

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Have the rough sketch of my commission with AgusZebrowskaART

Raphael x Fem!Tav

#its gonna look soooo good #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 fanart #game: baldur's gate 3 #fem tav

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wistyxx · 18 days

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Until We Fall Down

Soooo I wrote a yandere Astarion fic in less than a day when I've had other fluffy WIPs going for months... but here we are ig "¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW! References to/Depictions of physical and emotional abuse, blood/gore, suicide.

Ascendant Astarion x F!Tav

Summary:

Aeterna amantes. Lovers forever, until the world falls down. ~~

-- “Are you ready to behave this time, darling?” The vampire ascendant tempered his voice like steel. With a biting edge and confidence he didn’t feel. Perhaps it would stay the trembling in his fingertips as he reached toward her shackles. No reply. Silence that stretched on like infinite darkness. Silence like death itself. A mixture of horror and nauseous rage washed over him. He knelt down in front of her, “What? You’re not even going to look at me?” His voice was angry. Because if it was angry it couldn’t be sad. --

After becoming the Vampire Ascendant against Tav's wishes, after forcing her to stay with him, Astarion must deal with the consequences of irrevocably shattering Tav's mind.

#fanfiction #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #ascended astarion #vampire ascendant #fem tav #my fic #yandere astarion #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #cross posted on ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer

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roads-rise-to-meet-me · 6 months

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baldur's gate oc: Velvela Dyre

"Standing in the sun, wading through a river, wandering into homes without an invitation-they're all perfectly mundane activities now!"

Cannot thank @redreart enough for this utterly joyful piece of Velvel and Astarion making the most of his newfound freedoms outside camp; now all they have left to do is a little breaking and entering!

Truly, he couldn't have found a better partner to fool around in a river with. Though I'm certain she is mere seconds away from using Create Water to dump a small tidal wave's worth over his head. It's only fair.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #fem tav #drow tav #dnd oc: velvela dyre #drow druid/fighter #ship: like bats & dogs

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firstaidspray · 7 months

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❤️‍🔥 I just wanna get close to you

And taste your love so sweet

And I just wanna make love to you

Feel your body heat

In the still of the night ❤️‍🔥

#anabel lee #bg3 anabel #raphael bg3 #raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #raphael x tav #fem tav #my gifs #please clap these make me so happy

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space-blue · 2 months

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Beach Day

Valentine piece for @blacknight-darksky of their Tav Dori and Astarion hitting the beach while he can be in the sun!

#elfsong tavern valentine exchange #bg3 #tav/astarion #astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #tavstarion #fem tav #bg3 fanart #astarion fanart #astarion ancunin #astarion art #baldur's gate 3 #my art #gift art

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nihildep · 6 months

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The smell of sandalwood and campfire <3

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale #fem tav #tav #my art #fanart #my babes

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hissithlady · 6 months

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Whatever Pleases You: Chapter 2

By HisSithLady

Astarion has Ascended, and tonight is your last night alive. He wants to make you his, but you have other plans

18+ Erotica. Minors DNI

Read Chapter One Here

Relationship:

Astarion/ Female Tav (Y/N) - Hetro

Characters:

Astarion

Female Y/N / Tav

Additional Tags/Warnings:

Dom/sub Undertones, Cock Tease, Dom/sub Play, Cock & Ball Torture, Begging, Hand Jobs, Neck Kissing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, F/M Sex, face sitting, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs

Chapter Two: Silk

Your thumb slides into his mouth, tracing his lips. Astarion opens his mouth, taking your digit between his fangs.

"Good answer" you purr, pushing your finger deeper into his mouth. He sucks eagerly, his tongue running along the underside of your finger. You shudder, biting you lip as you get lost in his ruby stare.

You let this go one for a moment before turning and opening a draw. Astarion remains on his knees, his expression puzzled as you pull a few bits of silk material from the drawer.

"Only the finest, I hope," he chuckles nervously as you saunter back over. You kneel in front of him, taking his wrists. Binding them with the silk, Astarion searches your face with his gaze.

You hold a thicker piece flat on your hands in front of him. He hesitates, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"You told me that those who you seduced and slept with barely let you experience the pleasure you gave them,"

Astarion looks surprised that you remembered him saying so.

"I want you to experience all the pleasure I can offer you, my love. You are bound but bound to me, if you feel uncomfortable, say so at any point."

His exhale is ragged as he dips his head. "I-I trust you,"

You cover his eyes with the silk. His body trembling as the darkness closes in, you press your body against his.

"I'm here," you whisper as you crawl up his body, your lips kissing from his ear, down his jaw to his lips. Falling on to his back, Astarion moans against your lips.

You break the kiss, your lips gliding lightly over his neck, you can hear the vampire's breath quickening as if he was feeling the light touch stronger than before. You kiss his neck, his shoulder, down his pale chest.

"My love…" he breathes, tossing his head back. As your lips continue leaving a trail of kisses down his alabaster abs, you take his twitching cock in your hand again, rubbing the drooling tip with your thumb.

"G-GOD!" The pale elf jerks in your hands, the wave of pleasure hitting him harder and stronger than before. You slide your arm under his raised hips as your hand glides up and down his shaft, his cock growing stiffer and stiffer as his moans grow into cries of pleasure.

Again you stop suddenly, taking your hands from his causing him to yell in frustration. You see him pulling at the silk ropes, desperate to finish himself.

You remove your pants, looking over the hypersensitive vampire below you. You raise your foot, gently digging it into his cold balls, he writhes panting heavily. Your foot slides up his shaft, squeezing his meat between your big and second toe before pushing it against his body.

Astarion whimpers, the attention given to his cock being more than he had had in a long while.

You kneel, one knee either side of the vampire's temples. Shuffling forward, your knees stop against his shoulders.

Astarion gasps, the sweet scent of your wet sex invading his nose as you lay over his body, grasping his cock again.

"Y-yes, please," he pants, his cock throbbing as you slowly jerk him, the head swollen and red with need.

"You want it?" You tease, his hips bucking with each tug.

"Please! I beg of you, I will do anything," his voice is hoarse with lust, his mind a blur of arousal.

You lower your slick pussy onto his face. Astarion wastes no time, his tongue lashing at your folds, his breath hitching as he moans, your mouth enveloping the swollen head of his dick.

He tastes delicious, as if he was made just for you. Your hand pumping his shaft, you bob your head, taking his cock further into your mouth.

Astarion's hips buck wildly, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He whines, his head shaking side to side as he laps at your cunt.

Your head bobs faster, matching the pace of your hand on his cock. His skilled tongue delving into your depths, lapping and flicking.

Your own moans vibrate through his cock, his moans vibrating your pussy, the two of you building each other closer and closer to the edge.

Your hand slips to his balls, gently caressing and rolling them in your palm. His hips thrust up, his cock slamming deep into your throat as his moans and whimpers grow louder.

Your thighs squeeze around his face, your eyes rolling back as Astarion bring you closer, closer then over the edge with his tongue. You practically scream around his meat as you cum. Astarion drinks the juices spilling from you, his cock throbbing in your hand.

You raise your trembling hip from his face, looking down at his flushed cheeks, his hair splayed across the rug.

"You taste...amazing my love," he pants. You kiss him deeply, his tongue sliding over your lips, sharing your juices.

You slide off his chest, turning yourself round so you straddle his lap. Astarion's breath hitches as your pussy grinds on his stiff shaft.

"You've been so good," you whisper, grinding your cunt on his dick. "I'm going to fuck you now, and if you ask nicely, you may cum inside me,"

Astarion nods, his teeth biting into his lip. You take his cock in your hand and rise up, the tip pressing into your slick hole.

With a single motion you drop, his thick cock slamming deep into your cunt, your walls clamping tight around him.

You grip his hips, his cock twitching within you, his body arching beneath you as you raise your hips, slamming back down on him.

Astarion throws his head back, his mouth agape as you bounce on him. He's a panting, sweating mess, his hips bucking into you as his cock plunges deeper into you, stretching and filling you.

"God, you feel amazing," he growls, his eyes rolling, the sound of your slapping flesh ringing in the air around you.

"Unbind me, please, I want to touch you" he begs, his fingers flexing.

You lean over him, reaching for the silken ropes. In a split second he has the binds pulled free, his hands gripping your waist.

You yelp in surprise as he rolls you, pinning you beneath him. His hips slamming his cock into you.

You wrap your legs around him, your nails clawing at his back, his lips hungrily devouring yours, his moans growling and husky.

His hand slides down, his thumb finding your swollen clit, rubbing in rough circles. Your legs tense, your pussy throbbing, his cock slamming hard and fast into your tight hole.

Your back arches, his name falling from your lips as you cum again. Astarion growls, his own release not far behind.

His thrusts are frantic, his breath ragged as he nears his climax.

"M-may I?" he pants, you reach up and remove the blindfold. His eyes find your immediately his ruby stare begging. You say nothing, watching him teeter on the edge as you run your fingers through his hair.

"May you what?" You pull him close and whisper in his ear, your tongue licking along the lobe.

"I-if it pleases y-you...M-may I cum?" He whimpers.

"Is that what you want?" You tease nibbling his ear.

"Please, I need to cum!" His body trembles as his control slips away. "I want to cum, I want to cum in you!"

You push him over, taking control once more. Your hips bounce on him, his hips bucking wildly.

"Then cum," you breathe, his hands grip your hips. "Cum for me!"

The command is his undoing, his whole body tensing as he cums. A roar escaping his lips, his cock throbbing deep inside you, his load filling your aching hole.

You continue to ride him, his load spilling out from you, dripping down his cock and balls.

Astarion falls limp, his arms dropping to the rug. His eyes wide, his face flushed as he struggles to catch his breath.

You lay over him, kissing him gently.

"I think I like this new game," he purrs.

"It was fun, I've never seen you so vulnerable,"

He smirks, his finger caressing your cheek. "You can always count on me being at your mercy,"

He pulls you into a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, his fangs scraping your lip.

"Thank you," he breathes, his gaze soft. "That was...wonderful, "

"Anything for you," you reply. He holds you tightly, kissing your forehead.

"You're incredible," he sighs. "And you're mine, I'm the luckiest man in Baldur's gate."

"I can't wait to do this with you again, forever." You smile up at him, the buzz of pleasure swirling in your mind.

Your eyes get heavy as you slip into a blissful rest in his arms, just as Astarion leans down, kisses your forehead and whispers,

"Whatever pleases you,"

***I do not own Baldurs Gate or any associated media, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.***

I hope you enjoy this chapter, i was feeling my feminine energy so this one came out first

Chapter 3 will be M/Astarion

Chapter 4 will be Non genital penetration

These may change but I hope it provides a reading experience for everyone. Feedback is loved and appreciated and I apologies for the formatting.

- HisSithLady

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion smut #astarion tag #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #fem tav

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