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Faerûn's most fabulous damsel in distress ----- Favourite moments of act I Astarion - 2/?

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Home is where the weirdos are ⛺️

POV: your cute little vampire boyfriend just took care of the “family drama” and needs a hug.

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Neil Newbon, but Astarion flavored.

As requested....followed by, Astarion, but Neil Newbon flavored.

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Tavyth and Astarion post-game on a high-stake elfy adventure (Star remembered he used to have a very cool longbow and they are breaking in to his family's estate to steal it) (stay tuned there will be fic)

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Astarion might like Oleandr just a little bit. 💖 

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I commissioned a thing…

(Art by @lwiann )

Teehee 🫠❤️‍🔥

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Not every heist requires planning

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I like to think that Astarion loves to be pampered and treat his partner with the same regimen filled with love and devotion towards each other as a way of relaxation after a long day. And according to him, every day is a perfect occasion to unwind and bask in one another’s bodies in more ways than one.

Knowing him, Astarion already has a set routine for himself when it comes to grooming and self-care and he would most likely have dozens of oils, tinctures, and creams that he’s procured after settling down with someone who also shares an affinity for his indulgences. He is over the moon when he can share such an intimate experience and have the chance to bond with his partner and it has shed a light on more and more ways to grow closer other than physical affection. A spa day with him would always be luxurious and sometimes a little over the top, but it was always justified in being able to spend more time with him.

He goes all out when it comes to his setup, making sure everything is perfect for your spa treatment. The two of you enjoy giving each other manicures, applying face masks, sensual massages, and soaking in a nice, warm bath with a couple of bottles of wine to last you through the rest of your splendid evening. His touch would always be ever so gentle, paying very close attention to all the details and taking note on what activities you enjoyed the most to save for a later time. You thoroughly rejoice in being able to see him so at peace in these moments and you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d like to be with him, wishing that this time could be slowly savored and never-ending.

Astarion’s specialty of course is his massages and he takes delight in hearing every little sigh and groan you give him when he rubs and soothes your sore muscles. He takes pride in you willingly submitting to him and giving him your full trust and loves that you show him the same care and attentiveness. He adores the way you shower him with your light touch of your nimble fingers, making sure to press soft kisses over every expanse of the scarred skin on his back as you trailed along. The scent of bergamot and rosemary would swirl within the air and there was no other combination that could ever compete because of how alluring it smelled and it always brought a smile to your face, knowing that it would always remind you of him.

And more often than not, you two would joyfully indulge in your well deserved ‘happy ending’ after or even during each session, full of sensual pleasure and breathtaking ‘I love you’s as you lazed around in bed and taking all the time in the world to pour out your praise and admiration you shared with each other. Whether it be slow and gentle or rough and intense in the heat of the moment, he had you wrapped around his finger and you never wanted to let go, but only by his hand whenever he requested you to come undone by his skilled touch.

It was truly and blissfully perfect no matter how the circumstances came to be, but it was always the best when you would smile and laugh together. Without a doubt, these spa days with Astarion quickly grew to be one of your favorite experiences and vice versa; never getting enough of it, but always left you both in glowing satisfaction and happiness.

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The Ascendant and his Consort, 1792 DR

drawn by the ABSOLUTELY AMAZING @iizuumi

You can read about them here!

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What did he do?

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Take Care of You

Summary: Tav's selflessness does not go unnoticed by Astarion, but so doesn't the way her selflessness is at the expense of her own well-being. He decides to take it into his own hands to take care of her... in more ways than one.

Pairing: Astarion x fem! Tav (reader)

Warnings: Tav overworks herself and neglects her own needs/selfcare, smut, fingering (Tav is AFAB), feminine pet names used, praise kink, I think that's it!

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: I have brainworms again and need to get this out sooooo enjoy?

Oftentimes, Astarion found that Tav tended to the needs of others, but very rarely to any needs of her own. He had witnessed Tav spend the last 3 days taking care of everyone, including himself in various ways that had her now looking, and surely feeling, absolutely exhausted. As he stood outside his tent, eyes scanning the camp setup before him, his gaze zeroed in on his Tav who was currently starting the fire, and helping to set up Gale’s various cooking tools and ingredients. A soft smile tugged at his lips just at the mere sight of her, before turning to a frown. As it was, Gale was away from camp, surely bathing off the day’s blood and grime along with their other companions, as Tav readied everything for their return. Her hair was crusted with blood, as was her armor, and her cheeks were streaked with dirt. Her eyes ringed with purple, tell tale signs of her exhaustion.

With a sigh, Astarion makes his way across camp, coming to stand beside Tav,

“Darling, I must say, you do look absolutely ravishing in red, but don’t you think it’s a good idea to get cleaned up?” She looks up at him with doe eyes, hands not stilling in their endeavor to help.

“Oh I don’t mind waiting. The others won’t be long, and besides, I just want to help set up for Gale. He’s always so kind as to make dinner for everyone, so this is me paying him back.”

Astarion manages to internalize his eye roll, and hold his tongue from pointing out that Tav has saved the wizard plenty of times in battle to make up for the meager stew that’s served nearly daily.

He places a hand on her shoulder, before pulling back and dusting the dried blood off his hand, “I just worry that you haven’t been taking care of yourself, is all.” a clear of his throat does well to cover the awkwardness he feels at saying such a vulnerable thing to her. 

“I’m alright Star, no need to worry.” She gives him a glance and a little smile.

“I don’t mean to be blunt darling, but you look positively dreadful and like you could use a nap. Please, let me take care of you.” Astarion huffs, frustrated at her stubbornness. Tav straightens up and turns, her eyes meeting his almost pleading ones, “Okay, I’ll let you take care of me.” Her voice comes out a quiet murmur. There was no denying him when he gave her that look.

The others arrive back to camp not long after Astarion gathers fresh clothes, a comb, and toiletries for Tav. He leads her to a secluded spot along the shore of a small lake they are camped by, before unbuckling and removing her heavy armor and underclothes, leaning forwards to press a kiss to her forehead as he does so. He strips himself of his own clothes, regardless of having bathed earlier that evening, taking Tav’s hand in his own and bringing her to the water. Astarion gets to work, lathering the soap between his hands, and gently scrubbing the filth from Tav’s body and face, a shiver running through her at his touch. He has her fully dip underwater, then begins to work the soap through the blood drenched strands of her hair, massaging at her scalp with his fingertips. Tav lets a moan slip past her lips.

“Does that feel good darling?” Astarion chuckles as he brings the soap down to the ends of her hair.

She mumbles an affirmative, her eyes flutter shut. 

“Alright, there we go. Just rinse this out for me, will you, love?” 

Tav dips back below the surface, thoroughly rinsing out her locks. When she resurfaces, Astarion can’t help but bite his lip at the sight. The water rolling down her neck, over her breasts as she pushes her hair away from her face. She looks like a painting, he thinks. 

The two dry off, and Tav dresses in the clothes that Astarion had brought along for her; a pair of loose trousers, and one of his ruffled night shirts she so loved to steal. Once in Astarion’s tent, the vampire sits, patting the space between his legs and motioning for Tav to take a seat. She obeys, and sits while he starts to comb her hair.

“How are you feeling, my dear?” he hums, fingers beginning to plait her hair.

“I’m okay. I guess I didn’t realize how tired I am.” Tav yawns, her hands mindlessly playing with a loose thread on his trousers.

“Tav, you really must take care of yourself. You put everyone, including myself, before you. It’s really no wonder you’re so exhausted.” he ties off the braid with a piece of leather. His arms come around to wrap over Tav’s chest, holding her against his own and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

“I just want to help everyone, and I guess I lose myself in the process.” a chill runs through her at the feel of his lips on her sensitive skin. 

“Darling, do you think you could try to lose yourself in me, just for a moment, hm?” his tongue flicks against the edge of  her jaw. 

She gasps in a breath, and stutters, “ye-yes, I think I could do that.” 

“Let me take care of you.” One hand whispers across her chest, lightly cupping one breast in it’s hold, before trailing down her stomach, and dancing along the waist of her trousers, “Let’’s take these off.”

Tav shimmies her pants over her hips and down her legs, toeing them off to the side. Astarion runs his hands down her naked thighs, hooking beneath them to lift them and rest them over the tops of his, successfully spreading her open for him. Her breath catches in her chest, the cool air hitting her already sensitive cunt.

“My my, look at you. You’re already positively dripping.” He dips his fingers below and runs his middle finger through her wet, swollen slit, opposite hand running up her ribcage, grasping at her breasts and teasing at her nipples. He toys at her entrance, teasing the tips of his fingers in  her before pushing slowly inside. Tav moans, her chest heaving slightly at the intrusion. 

“That’s it, such a good girl taking my fingers like this.” Astarion coos in her ear, nose pressed to her cheek. He begins to pump his digits in and out, crooking them just enough to rub at that spot that makes her mewl. 

“Just feel how good I’m making you feel, my love.” The pace of his fingers picks up, and his other hand pinches at one of her nipples. 

“St-Star, I’m close.” her head falls back against his shoulder, throat exposed for his mouth’s taking. Thighs shake against his as she nears her end. He sucks and licks at the flesh of her throat, fingers continuing their pace. The hand playing with her breasts, makes its way down to circle her swollen clit. Tav whines at the contact, hands grip at his forearms, grounding her to the moment. 

“That’s it, pet. Come for me. Come around my fingers, I want to feel it.” 

Her cunt spasms around him, thighs quaking and hips lifting to meet his movements. Moans fly past her lips, as she rides out her orgasm. Astarion slows his fingers as she comes down from her high, “Shh shh shh, there we go.” Tav looks back at him, a blissed out, glassy look to her eyes. “There you are, darling. How did that feel?” 

She tries to regulate her breathing, “So good.” she manages to reply.

He grabs a cloth, and cleans her up, then slips back on her underclothes and trousers. 

“Come here, my love.” He scoops her up and lays her down, her head upon his chest, as he pulls the bedroll and blankets around the two of them. 

“Thank you Star, for taking care of me.” Tav mumbles as she drifts off and gets the much needed rest that she deserves.

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Trying something new

(This a meme, guys)

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Astarion might not like flowers, but they really do suit him 🌹

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You’re just jealous Lae’zel