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He’s not a ‘details’ person.

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Astarion always ends up being a stealth archer in my runs, I like justifying it w the thought he got dragged out on royal hunts as a kid

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Teefs and sparkly eyes! 😍

This is his smile when he is going in for a kiss. He's just genuinely happy he gets to smooch his darling. ❤

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Bite Night 2! Tav and Astarion get a bit worked up when Astarion comes by for another nibble.

Slightly spicy.

Tav did not sleep at all. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable enough to calm her brain, but nothing worked. Her heart was racing, her skin covered with sweat despite the cool breeze. Would Astarion even come to her? Did he even want to bite her again? He had seemed happy when Tav suggested it earlier, his smirk big enough to show off his fangs under his lips.

’I don’t even like Astarion. Why am I letting him drink my blood? Why do I want him to drink my blood?’

Tav rolled over, her back to the entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to fall asleep. It kind of worked and she dozed off enough that she didn’t hear the tent flap open. She only knew Astarion was there when he pressed himself against her back, cold fingers brushing her neck as he moved her hair out of the way. Tav shivered under his touch. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing controlled as Astarion passed his lips over her ear, butterfly soft, barely touching her. He followed the line of her jaw down to her throat, his lips ghosting over her skin. Tav tilted her chin up, silently urging Astarion to sink his teeth into her. He didn’t. Instead, he gripped her hip with one hand and pulled her into him.

“You are just delicious,” Astarion whispered into her ear, his icy breath raising goosebumps on her skin. Tav, who was still pretending to be asleep, didn’t respond. Astarion opened his mouth and Tav felt his fangs against her neck. Her breathing quickened, her heart beating so hard she was sure Astarion could feel it. Finally, he bit down into her neck. Tav gasped and arched her back as the sharp pain quickly gave way to a dull ache. Astarion moaned softly, almost inaudibly, as he withdrew his teeth and started to drink. He pulled her closer, his fingernails digging into her hip. Tav could hardly catch her breath as heat began to pool between her legs. Everywhere Astarion’s body touched hers tingled and burned.

‘Why does it feel this good? There’s no way it should feel this good.’

Tav gripped the hand that was holding her hip. Astarion pressed his mouth hard into her neck, sucking and drinking deeply. Tav leaned back against him to find him hard and she couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her. Tav intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing his hand. Astarion responded in kind and squeezed her tighter, rolling his hips, rubbing his cock against her. Tav realized Astarion had stopped drinking, yet his mouth remained pressed into her neck.

Tav opened her eyes and turned to him. Astarion looked at her, pupils blown wide, panting. They stared at each for a moment, inches apart, breathing each other in. Tav was not sure who moved first, but the next thing she knew, they were kissing. Not gently, either. Astarion’s lips crashed into hers hard, and it felt somehow strange yet familiar. The coppery taste of her blood was on Tav’s tongue as she rolled onto her back and wrapped her arms around Astarion’s neck, pulling him closer. Tav tangled her fingers into Astarion’s hair and opened her mouth to circle her tongue around his. Astarion moaned into her mouth and rolled on top of her, pinning her underneath him. Tav hooked one leg around him, sighing as she felt his erection press against her core.

A low growl rumbled in Astarion’s chest. He dragged his mouth down Tav’s chin and kissed the hollow of her throat. She swallowed the moan that threatened to escape her as Astarion slid one hand up her shirt to palm her breast. Tav bucked her hips upwards, pushing her clit against his dick, earning her a groan of appreciation from Astarion. Tav’s body felt hot all over, her skin prickly with sweat. She couldn’t pry herself away from him even if she wanted to. Astarion was intoxicating, arousing, addicting. Tav wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her until she felt like she would rip apart and fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name. Tav started to tug on his shirt, pulling it up out of the waistband of his pants. She needed to feel his skin against hers.

A loud noise outside startled them. Tav and Astarion broke apart as Scratch started barking furiously. Astarion rolled off her and they both sat up, staring at the tent flaps. For a second their ragged breathing was the only sound.

“Sorry!” It was Gale’s voice. “It’s nothing! Everything is okay!”

Tav let out her breath and looked back at Astarion. He was sweaty and disheveled, his normally perfect hair sticking up at odd angles. Tav opened her mouth to speak, but Astarion cut her off.

“Well, goodnight,” he said curtly. He moved to the entrance and slipped outside before Tav could say anything.

As soon as she was sure he was gone, Tav buried her face in her hands and groaned.

‘How the fuck did I let that happen? I’m so fucking stupid. That can’t ever happen again.’

Still, Tav’s blood ran hot, her skin tingled where his lips had touched her. As she laid down on her bedroll Tav imagined her hand was Astarion’s, snaking its way into her pants, sliding over her clit. She threw her arm over her face to muffle her moans as she imagined Astarion sliding in and out of her, kissing her, calling out her name as he came inside her. With these thoughts in her head, it didn’t take long to send herself over the edge.

What she didn’t imagine was that, across camp in his own dark tent, Astarion was stroking himself to completion, imagining it was her lips around his cock.

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Okay what if Astarion gets super upset if you move his blanket?

One night you just pick it up and toss it aside to make space and he’s just…so upset. But he doesn’t know how to express it so he gets real mad and tells you to leave. It’s not until weeks later you realize it is always on his bed and he’ll even bring it over to your tent if he intends to spend the night there. Then at one point you ask him about it and he clams up because “it’s just a blanket”, but you coax it out of him that it’s the only comfort item he had at the palace. When he had nothing, that blanket gave him the only comfort he’d ever get.

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Shall we go? Or do you have any other chaos you need to unleash here?

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I love it when he does this :3

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I see you.

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