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astarion acting like a cat so much, his elven ears go into airplane mode when he’s pissed.

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oh hehe, i haven’t posted much on here and this is the first smut fic i’ve written in forever. it was so much fun to write and really got me back into it.

Pink - Astarion x fem!Tav

BG3 fanfic writers - what's a piece of writing you've done that you wish got more love/attention? I'm keen to read something new 😁

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I bet Astarion, after Cazador is gone and he's had some time to process and is ready for intimacy again; is definitely a whimperer. His moans, previously practiced and perfected, become desperate and wanting as he claws and squeezes against the flesh of his beloved. He gasps for air and holds himself as close to his partner as he can as he whines into their neck. And when he's finally pushed over the edge, it's the sweetest sound you've ever heard.

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new york freakin city baby

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Tieflings Family - bg3 comic Rolan, Cal, Lia

I hope you enjoyed!

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You're used to Astarion taking the lead when it comes to your lovemaking. Your body is his – to claim, to explore. To devote all his undivided attention to. So tonight, when he pulls you on top of him and tells you that he wants you to ride him, you're more than a little surprised but no less eager to please him.

﹛content warning ﹜ f!tav, fluff and smut, PIV sex, creampie, cockwarming ﹛word count ﹜ 1k

- AO3 : MASTERLIST -

You're used to Astarion taking the lead when it comes to your lovemaking. The way his ruby eyes glow like dormant embers, flaring to life as he rakes his gaze over the curves of your naked body. Or the way his fingers weave through your own when he presses you into the mattress and slides his cock into your eager, dripping cunt. 

Your body is his – to claim, to explore. To devote all his undivided attention to.

He loves spoiling you while he fucks you, rolling his hips forward with each thrust as he peppers kisses all over your face and neck and groans into your ear.

“You're perfect, darling. Always so good for me, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Always for you. Only for you.”

You'd let him take you however he wants, but he usually prefers you on your back, legs wrapped firmly around his body. Astarion loves maintaining eye contact, drinking in your flushed cheeks and soft little mewls of pleasure. Each noise he pulls from you only a encourages him further.

When Astarion fucks you like this, he can set his own pace, dictating both your pleasure and his own. After centuries of being at the mercy of Cazador and the targets he lured back to his master, the fact that you are more than happy to let him take control makes him feel that much safer with you.

So tonight, when he pulls you on top of him and tells you that he wants you to ride him, you're more than a little surprised but no less eager to please him. You smile fondly at him as you bend down to kiss him, tongue running across the seam of his mouth. Astarion parts his lips and you slip your tongue inside his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs. 

His cock feels full and hard as you lift your hips and position yourself over him. Impatient as always, he bucks against you, gliding his length through your slick folds. The heat of your body is a heady thing, and Astarion guides his hands to your waist to encourage you to sink down onto him.

“Please, my love.” 

You've never heard him so needy before, his usual bravado replaced by a wavering whimper as you allow the tip of his cock to slip inside you. Astarion tightens his grip on the meat of your thighs, his fingers digging distinct little crescent moons into your skin as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. You both moan as he bottoms out, filling every inch of your cunt so perfectly that you hardly know where you end and he begins.

With a bracing breath you begin to ride him, hips undulating as you raise yourself up and slide back down the full length of his cock. The heat between your thighs is magnified tenfold when you feel him pulse inside your walls, the air filled with the mingled sounds of your moans and the wet slap of skin on skin. You brace your palms atop his toned chest as you increase the pace of your thrusts, greedily pursuing the exact rhythm that will coax the sweetest moans from his parted lips. And he certainly doesn't disappoint, holding onto you for dear life as he murmurs your name like a desperate prayer.

Your hands rove over his glistening ivory skin, your delicate touch an unspoken devotion to his beauty and your love for him. His face fits so perfectly in your palms as you cup his cheek and smooth the pads of your thumbs across his cheeks.

Astarion's entire body trembles beneath you as he fights to keep his eyes open, your face swimming in and out of focus as you bring him closer and closer to his inevitable undoing. Each time your hips slam down and join your bodies together, a surge of pleasure ripples through you, igniting your desire for him even more.

“Please, darling,” he begs again, “I can't – I'm going to –” 

He gives up on speaking entirely as you raise your hand to sweep a few errant locks of hair out of his face, purposely brushing the pointed shell of his ear as you tuck his hair away. His hips jerk up as he drives his cock deep inside you one last time, coming with a shout as he paints your walls and empties himself inside you.

Breathless, you ride him through his orgasm, until his come starts leaking out of you and down your inner thighs. Even as he softens inside of you, he still isn't satisfied – you still haven't finished, after all, and he simply can't have that, especially after you took such good care of him.

One of his hands snakes between your thighs, deft fingers gathering your shared arousal and his come before he circles your clit with targeted strokes. His other hand finds your bare breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. His dexterity brings you to your knees within a few short, hazy moments, and you throw back your head and scream his name in a broken sob as you come hard on his cock, still buried inside your spasming cunt. 

As you heave for breath and sway blissfully on top of him, Astarion wraps his arms around your back, encouraging you to rest yourself against his broad chest. The hammering of your heart thunders in your ears, resonates in his own chest as you press your body flush against him. Astarion indulges in your body's warmth, his cock gradually swelling and growing semi-hard again inside you. You grin when you feel it, capturing his lips in a slow and passionate kiss.

“Eager for more?” you tease, rubbing the tip of your nose against his and pressing your foreheads together.

“Always, my love,” he responds, voice so soft and burgeoning with affection that you swear you feel your heart skip a beat before it seizes in your chest. “I could have you for a thousand lifetimes and it still wouldn't be enough.”

You laugh and kiss him again.

“Then we'd better make the most of this one, shouldn't we?”

As his nails drag across your skin, gooseflesh blooms in their wake. He sinks his fingers back into your soft curves, murmuring something indistinguishable in Elvish against your throat. His cock throbs inside your cunt, hard and leaking once again.

He's right, of course. But be it one lifetime or a thousand, you will love him in every one of them.

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Some of my friends are balduring the gates, some are aging the dragons. Heck, some are even crafting the mines.

But me? I’m rimming the sky these days and I love it.

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Vampire Portrait - bg3 comic, Astarion,Cazador

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It fascinates me a little that so many people went in for Astarion when the suave, manipulative, dangerous but secretly traumatized persona was all they knew him for, but then lost interest when the mask came off and they saw the strange, goofy, uncertain mess of a man underneath. Because honestly, my experience was the exact opposite of that. Like yeah yeah, ok sure, hot vampire, that's fine I guess, but wait, you mean to tell me he tells terrible jokes and sasses everybody and embroiders and is generally just a sad wet cat of a man? Honey sign me tf up.

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Pink.

Info: This is part of a drabble series I'm starting, about colours and their associations with emotions. This one's happier and hornier then the last one, yay.

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x fem!Tav (unnamed)

Summary: Their first time post endgame, when they had decided to take it slow for Astarion's sake.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral, fingering, a bit of dirty talk, PiV, some happy tears and blood (only a drop). It's porn with a tiny bit of plot and LOTS of feelings. This isn't kinky at all, they're not fucking, they're making love. It's romantic, it's vanilla, it's what we all deserve every once in a while.

Word count: 4k

Spawn!Astarion x fem!Tav/reader - Pink [associations: love and romance, peace & nurture, warmth & euphoria]

It was a quiet, clear night, dim lights dancing around the crackling wood in the fireplace in Tav and Astarion’s bed chamber inside the Wyrm’s Rock Fortress. After defeating the Brain, Wyll had taken over as Grand Duke of Baldur’s Gate, offering guest rooms to anyone in the party who wished to stay in the city. Indefinitely if necessary, he had said, which was a relief since the two hadn’t yet decided when or where to join the army of spawns in the Underdark that had been unleashed after Cazador’s defeat. Seven weeks had passed since they’d saved the city. And they had gone over quickly, as everyone was still either recovering or helping to rebuild all that’s been broken under the Abolute’s attempt for tyranny. 

Astarion lay in their mahogany bed, reading something he believed only Gale would truly enjoy - some Netherese crap about the Weave and whatnot. He could get used to this though; residing like royalty in a castle and being treated as one of the city's heroes. The guest rooms were clearly built to accommodate noblemen, furnished with care and a certain touch of arrogance, much to his liking. Glancing up from his book, his view followed his lover when she made her way across the room, dressed in a dark nightgown and her hair damp. Putting the dusty tome aside, he stretched out an arm to grab her attention and said, “Come here, my love?”

She answered with a smile, taking his hand and sat down next to him. “Missing me already?”

“Terribly,” he jested, fingertips brushing across her knuckles. “The nerve of you leaving me alone here in Ravengard’s chamber of horrors.”

“This chamber of horrors just provided me with yet another free bath, for your information,” she replied, holding his gaze. “Are you hungry? You haven’t fed in a while.”

“Positively ravenous,” he said, fangs poking out of his sly grin as he pulled her into bed. 

“I see.” She held back a laugh. So that’s where the dramatics came from.

Holding her close, Astarion’s head went where it belonged, to the crook of her neck, his favourite spot, where he could smell her blood flowing even through her skin. But there was something else, a new scent drifting to him from her hair. Lavender? Hells, Wyrm’s Rock truly wasn’t half bad. Just as he inhaled again, she turned at an angle to offer her neck to him fully. He grinned to himself. Always so eager to please. 

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the icy caress Astarion would pull her in. His fangs pricking her skin only ever hurt for a mere moment before a pleasant coldness spread through her body, sucking the energy from her like a proper hike would. She didn’t mind the blood loss and was happy to provide him with what he had told her was the finest red he’d ever tasted. Any moment now, his fangs would penetrate and make way for him to feed on her. When his lips finally touched her though, his canines remained absent. A kiss, gentle and soft, was pressed to her neck. Then another. The sensation wasn’t unknown but still unexpected. Instead of turning cold, an immediate warmth spread from where his lips lingered, up to her cheeks and down, all the way to her core. The kisses kept coming, wandering up to her jaw, then back down towards her chest, his hands still holding tightly onto her waist. She released a sudden, hot breath, unsure of what this meant. 

Astarion and Tav hadn’t slept with each other since the party at the Druid’s Grove, having decided that it was for the best to take it slow. He had told her that he didn’t know what he wanted for himself in terms of sex, after two hundred years of having to lure in people for Cazador with his body. He only knew he wanted her, one way or another. And she had agreed, that he had to heal first, find himself and discover a worth unrelated to offering himself for other people’s pleasure. That he could be safe somewhere, with someone, without giving something in return. 

They still had been close since, held hands at any moment that allowed it, spent nights exchanging small kisses, or her favourite, holding his face while they talked and watching him look at her for what felt like hours.

But this, the way he planted kisses on her now, was completely different and reminded her of their night in the Grove. Though surprising, the affection wasn’t unwelcome. She’d lie if she said she hadn’t missed it. Her promise remained true, she would wait for him to be ready, no matter how long it took, even though her body longed so heavily for his touch from time to time. Still, she needed to be sure if she was reading the situation correctly.

“Astarion?” she asked, another gasp escaping her when he sucked on a tender spot, to which he immediately stopped.

His lips pulled away from her, a confident grin still on his face. "Yes, darling?" 

“Are you sure? If you want this, I mean.”

His hand went up to her neck, fingers placed behind her ear while his thumb traced her jawline. “Feeding from you? Oh, you know it’s my favourite pastime.” 

“Not the feeding. The kissing.”

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes retracted as if he was suddenly shy, roaming over the sheets next to them. “I didn’t mean to… I just felt like it. If you don’t want me to-”

“No, no,” she interrupted as she put her hand upon his. “I like it. I really do. I just want you to know that we don’t have to… go all the way through with it. We can stop at any time, alright?”

His eyes met hers again. “Darling, I tend to finish what I’ve started.” He neared her face with his, staring at her lips. “But thank you. For saying that.” 

Crashing his mouth against hers, he kissed her deeply, his hand on her neck pulling her even closer. His lips like velvet brushed against hers so smoothly, leaving hers agape. He let himself fall back onto the mattress, pulling her with him so she could straddle his hips. 

Astarion smiled as he looked up at her. “I missed this, you know.”

“So did I,” she replied, voice hardly above a whisper before closing the gap between them once more. The kiss was more tender, some kind of promise woven within as their tongues met, until she felt him getting hard beneath her. It was his turn to gasp now, followed by a chuckle when he felt her rolling her hips against him. 

“I can tell,” he mumbled between kisses, his fingers playing with the strap of her robe and quickly untying the knot. Falling open, the robe granted him a view of her figure, delicious and relaxed, that made it impossible to keep his hands to himself. He reached between the fabric, hands running up her sides, thumbs softly touching the plump skin on the underside of her breasts. “You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispered into the night without fully realising it, before pulling her close again. A searing kiss with her fingers raking through his hair followed as the robe slipped from her shoulders, now only attached to her at the sleeves around her underarms. 

She pulled them off, tossed the gown to the side, and unbuttoned his shirt in return. Astarion watched her nimble fingers work and decided to help by pulling it over his head, soon to join her gown on the floor. With nothing but his trousers between them, she felt his erection grow harder and ground against him once more, marking his trousers with a trail of her wetness. 

“Now, now,” he cautioned. “Leave some for me to taste you, will you?” He sat up, pressed a kiss to her burning lips and proceeded to turn her over, so she was on her back. Hovering above her, his eyes darkened ever so slightly, a hungry grin plastered across his face before he made his way down to her core.

Just thinking about it made her head spin, how he would touch her there, savour the essence between her legs. Not tonight though, she thought as her hand found his hair, tugging lightly on it when he was halfway down. Astarion looked at her, a question hanging between them.

“As much as I’d love you to do that, I want this to be about you. I want to make you feel good,” she said, holding his chin gently between her fingers.

Astarion blinked and closed his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers as he studied her for a moment. “Oh.”

“Is that okay?” she asked and he seemed to think of what to say. What he wanted.

“I suppose it is, yes,” he then said, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards, showing off a dimple. 

She sat up, repressing a smile and took his hand in hers. “Lie down, love. Make yourself comfortable.”

When he did and had nestled himself between the frilly cushions, Tav straddled him again, took his face into her hands and kissed him. Astarion grabbed the outside of her thighs this time, sliding up to the curve of her hip and then back to cup the cheeks of her ass. She smiled into the kiss, letting him touch her however he wanted before she pulled her head back and made her way down his body. 

Both her hands were on his thighs now, starting at his knees and slowly stroking upwards. When she reached his groin he released a shaky breath, looking at her intently. She began to undo his trousers, so he pushed his hips up, helping her to get rid of the pesky garment once and for all. Turning back to him, her hands went straight to the tent that had formed beneath his briefs, touching him through the last layer of fabric. Astarion’s breathing turned shallower when she pulled them off him too, leaving him bare before her. With his erection freed, she took in the sight of him, making sure to etch the image into her memories forever.

“I’m afraid I can’t find the words to describe how perfect you look for me,” she told him as she reached for his dick. Pumping it once, twice, and still watching him react to her touches, she asked, “Does that feel good for you?”

He nodded, eyes half-lidded as if her movements had him entranced. “It does, yes. More than good.”

Her thumb brushed over his tip, spreading the bead of precum that had accumulated before she bent down. With a flattened tongue, she licked a stripe from bottom to top, looking Astarion in the eyes to see his lids close, brows knitted and mouth agape, sucking in a hiss of approval. Pleased with his reaction, she pumped him again, then wrapped her lips around him, softly at first, and swirled her tongue around the top. Working her way down, she tried to take more of him each time, stroking her hand down the part that didn’t fit. Her tongue flattened when she bobbed down and twirled around the tip when she came back up, sucking in her cheeks and leaving Astarion a panting mess. 

Somehow, with his eyes still closed, his hands found their way into her hair and proceeded to guide her up and down on him at the pace he desired. She felt herself getting wetter then, having achieved just what she wanted - to be there for him, to serve him and to make this special night all about him and his needs. Moans filled the air when he approached his climax and she almost smiled with his dick in her mouth, still led up and down by his hands. His voice was like music to her ears, she could tell how close he was by the way his fingers gripped her scalp and the twitch in his hips, so she brought her free hand around his balls, cradling them with light touches, silently inviting him to let go.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his fingers twisting even tighter in her hair. “I, ah!” 

There it was, she thought, he was going to spill into her mouth any second. But then, right before he could, while cursing out a string of stressed moans, he pulled her off him. His chest was heaving, she realised, now that she could look at him again, a thin film of sweat spread across his forehead. “What’s wrong?”, she asked.

“Nothing, darling,” he said between deep breaths. “I just… It’s been a while, as you know, and I don’t want it to be over this quickly. I want this to last as long as I can possibly manage, which certainly will not be as long as I’d wish for it to be, judging by my current state. But there’s more I want to do with you. To you.”

He sat up and held her by the waist, meeting her with yet another kiss, tasting himself on her tongue as his erection pressed against her skin. Pushing her down by the shoulders, he made them switch positions, so he was on top again. 

“My turn,” he quipped, with a boyish smirk and began to kiss his way down her body. Hands on her chest, he squeezed her breasts tenderly, his mouth hovering over her left nipple.

“Wait,” she said, despite herself.

He stilled his movements, looking back at her. “Yes?”

"I wanted you to enjoy yourself fully tonight, you know," she began until his thumb circled her nipple, causing her eyes to shut close.

“Do I look like I’m not having fun?” he asked, resting his head down on her tit while he lazily massaged the other one.

“Oh, you do, believe me. But what I had in mind was more focused on you, not me. I’d rather please you than have you please me tonight.”

He chuckled to himself, eyes meeting hers again. “Darling, this is pleasing me. That’s exactly why I do it. For my pleasure. And yours of course. What I’m saying is, seeing you come undone by my hand, or tongue, or cock… is what I want most right now.”

She grinned and rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head with a laugh.

Astarion appeared serious in contrast, a pleading look on his features. “Please, let me do this.”

The laugh caught in her throat when she realised he truly meant it. He wanted to make her come for his pleasure. So she swallowed once and answered, “Okay then. Do as you wish.”

He let out a hum of approval as he began to suck on her nipple, his teeth scraping lightly across the surrounding skin. Tav’s breath hitched when he went for the other one, forcing her eyes to remain open. She needed to see every second of this.

He kissed a line down her stomach, his breath fanning into her navel when he settled between her legs. His expression was downright obscene as he kissed the tender skin on her inner thigh, eyes never leaving hers. His fangs had pricked the thin flesh, if intended or not, she didn’t know. A single droplet of blood gathered around the tiny wound, quickly wiped away by Astarion’s tongue. Another hum from him, his eyes flickering closed as he savoured the taste of her while his hands drew patterns and neared her core. 

She didn’t notice she was holding her breath when Astarion’s lips pressed a kiss to her pussy. 

“So wet, my darling,” he mused. “Just for me.” 

All she could do was nod between moans as he finally pressed his mouth against her and let his tongue dance over her clit. Her head snapped upwards, eyes on the ceiling above while he circled her, teased her and groaned deliciously into her skin. She pushed herself to look back down and watch him, his eyes already on her as he continued lapping and sucking at a torturous pace. Closing his eyes with what she interpreted as a grin, he brought a finger to her entrance, lightly pushing until it was inside of her. There was hardly any resistance, her body was so ready for him, welcoming all he had to give with ease. So he pushed and pulled a few times, then added a second finger while his tongue still worked its wonders on her. 

It felt like she was breathing fire, her lungs threatening to burst when he curled his fingers inside of her. Moans turned into screams and she instinctively threw her hands to his head, clutching his curls for dear life, pulling him even closer while this rogue bastard devoured her like a god. 

“I’m going to come,” she managed curtly, face already scrunched into a heavenly grimace. 

Astarion didn’t answer, focused on the task at hand and kept working her towards the finish line until everything inside her seemed to explode. Her entire body tensed, limbs convulsing as she screamed his name, surges of pleasure rippling through every muscle, every inch of her. Wave after mind-numbing wave crashed against her but he didn’t stop, didn’t break the contact between them and when she felt the orgasm begin to fade, Astarion sped up his movements, fingers and tongue ceaselessly striving to reach his goal a second time. He succeeded almost immediately. Just when she thought her breath would steady, when her twitching legs seemed to relax, another peak hit her, and this time it squeezed all the air out of her lungs. She couldn’t gasp or scream anymore, only endure as the glorious rush made her lose her mind. Tav pulled Astarion off her, gasping for air and fell back into the pillows, chest heaving with a dull smile on her face.

He towered over her, grinning wickedly at the state of her before wiping the back of his hand over his drenched mouth. “That was to your liking, I take it?”

She didn't answer, unable to find the strength yet, just waving her hand at him as she tried to come to her senses. Astarion laughed softly as he watched her chest move, the beads of sweat that had formed all over her body glistening in the light until she was capable of thinking again.

She got up in a daze, Astarion sitting upright on his knees in front of her, his hands resting on his lap, erection still visible. Tav crawled over to him, mirroring his position and kissed him at the same time as her fingers wrapped around his dick. He was still rock hard, breathing heavily into the kiss. “You nearly killed me, I’m afraid,” she whispered against the skin of his neck. “I’ll have to pay you back in kind.” His head fell back with a sigh as she pumped him faster, eager to give the man she loved so much the pleasure he had given her. 

She pulled his head back towards her, the need to watch him enjoy himself too strong. And he showed her everything, every twitch of an eyelid as she rolled her wrist around him, the way his mouth fell open when she squeezed him harder, or the deep line that formed between his eyebrows when he tensed. He moaned sharply and just when she thought he’d release, Astarion grabbed the hand that was working on him.

Tav stopped her movements, afraid she’d done something wrong or that he wasn’t ready, that it still might be too much for him. “Are you all right?”

He brought her hand towards his face and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Quite alright, my dear.”

“What’s the matter then?”

He eased her worries with a smile, pulling her closer by the waist. “I don’t want it to end like this tonight. I want something else. More.”

Anything, she’d do anything for him. “And what is it that you want?”

Shadows fell upon his eyelids as he bent his head down, still maintaining eye contact. “I want to fuck you.”

Her mouth fell open for a split second before she could nod. Too eager it seemed, as Astarion grinned at her reaction. “Lie down, darling.”

She followed his instructions and let him get on top before he pressed himself against her, supporting his weight with one arm. Another kiss, short and sweet, contradictory to the situation was placed on her lips as he lined himself up at her entrance. And when he pushed himself in, all the air seemed to leave her lungs once again. He did it slowly, watching her reactions closely, as he entered her inch by inch. They moaned in unison when he bottomed out, some wicked sense of relief, a feeling of wholeness, uniting them. He pulled back equally as slow, a need to prolong and savour this moment for as long as possible spreading in his chest. She reached for his face, holding onto each side delicately as he rocked back and forth, her mouth falling open when he hit a particular spot. 

“Do you want me to turn around for you?” she asked, her thumb caressing his earlobe.

“No,” he whispered. “I need to look at you right now.”

That somehow left her speechless and she returned to enjoying the feeling of him fucking her slowly as well as the sight he granted her with. He didn’t speed up his movements but ground into her harder after a while, unable to resist the temptation any longer, already panting from how turned on he was. His voice was quiet, barely audible to her, had she not paid such close attention. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He sang it like a poem with every snap of his hips against hers. 

“I love you too,” she replied, pressing her fingers tighter against his neck in confirmation.

“No, you don’t understand,” he sighed, still moving in and out. “I Iove you.” 

Something wet landed on her chest, a warm droplet of some sort. A single tear, she quickly realised, that had fallen from Astarion’s eyes. She wiped away its trace on his cheek and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. She’d hold him like this until the end of time if he needed her to, would tell him how much he meant to her for hours on end if he only asked. “I love you, too,” she replied with certainty until their lips met yet again. Her tongue found his and she could still taste herself on him, mixed with the salty flavour of another tear, which must have been hers. 

When they pulled back and looked at each other, Astarion was still fucking her at a leisurely pace. He exhaled a laugh and said, “Sorry, this wasn’t supposed to happen. The crying and all.”

Tav smiled, wiping away her own tears. “It’s okay, I don’t mind a bit of sappiness every once in a while.”

“Enough of that, I say,” he answered and sped up his movements. She could feel him hitting even deeper now, more determined than before and as he turned her hips at an angle, she knew the coil in her belly was about to snap again. He held her feet to his chest, leaning over her like a magnificent predator as he thrust into her again and again. His other hand went to her clit, rubbing in quick circles, never slowing the rate at which he fucked her. 

Her vision blurred as the third orgasm hit her, eyes rolling back in her head as the pressure became unbearable and she could only scream his name. Astarion moaned at her convulsing around him, her pussy squeezing him even tighter in rhythmic throbs. He came with his head falling back, releasing his seed into her hot cunt with a few more hard thrusts. He fell on top of her then, muscles finally unwinding and his mind free of everything but her.

They stayed like that for a long while, sticky bodies pressed together, limbs tangled and Astarion’s dick still sheathed inside of her. There was no need to talk, they knew what the other one was thinking anyway, so they held each other until sleep pulled them from consciousness.

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writing an astarion smut fic rn but i also NEED it to be romantic, you know? he must be held and told how loved he his even though he acts nonchalantly about it. rahhh

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you know what's hot? tiefling tails... i'm not into non-human stuff when it comes to smut but a tiefling's tail wrapped around reader's leg while she's being eaten out is an eye opening prompt to say the least. damn

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Masterlist

Not much to link here yet, but hopefully there'll be more soon :)

AO3

❀ fluff | ♡ smut | ❆ angst

Astarion

Cuddling ❀

Black ❆

Pink ♡

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Black.

Info: This is part of a drabble series I'm starting about colours and their associations with emotions. Starting off with a real bummer, sorry for that. More happy things to come soon!

A/n: This drabble is better suited to spawn Astarion and is my explanation for why it's rather hard to convince him not to ascend, although I think he'd feel similarly after ascending, but would never admit it.

Warnings: Canon-typical talk about fighting, death and Astarion's enslaved life with Cazador and the ongoing abuse

Word count: 670

Astarion - Black [associations: death and mourning, fear and the unknown, emptiness and absence, anger and aggression]

How it would feel to kill Cazador, Astarion could hardly wait. To free himself from his abhorrent master who had kept him as a slave for centuries. He didn’t have the words to explain what he had to endure until now. The lashings, the scars, the abuse and torture he and his siblings had lived through, the starvation, the year he’d been put in a coffin for disobeying! Not to mention his body, which hadn't belonged to him all this time, used to seduce and lure hundreds of souls to the Szarr palace in a myriad of wretched ways.

The anticipation was unbearable, to slit the very man’s throat that had harassed and violated him ever since he could remember. The rush he’d get thinking about it was so deliciously sweet, his fingers itched even when he lay in the Elfsong Tavern’s bed daydreaming. He’d give everything, anything for a chance to end that wicked monster’s life once and for all.

And when he did it, when he finally found him, had escaped the ritual and wielded the blade for the final time, hearing his former lord gurgling his last breath, Astarion felt… nothing. 

Emptiness enveloped him when he looked at the corpse in front of him and sunk to his knees. A terrible pang shot through his head, first in his ears, down his neck and back up behind his eyes. Where was it? Where was this feeling he’d waited for, sought after, for what felt like an eternity? Where was the satisfaction, the glory and relief he had promised himself? He paused for a moment, two. Surely, it would begin to feel good, any minute now. It had to, this was all he had worked for. No, no, this couldn’t be. This couldn’t be it. 

The longer he looked at him, the clearer it became that Cazador’s corpse was nothing more than a man. Just another man, like the countless others he had killed in passing on his way back to Baldur’s Gate. But this was Cazador! Not simply a man or a nameless creature, this was the diabolical beast he had dreamed of killing every night since he had been captured and turned. It had to feel good! By the nine hells, why didn’t it feel good? The blandness of it all threatened to crack his skull.

A half-broken cry, helpless and pathetic, tore from his mouth as he looked up to the dungeon’s ceiling. Up to the Gods that he had prayed to for so long, that he had begged day in, day out, to set him free. None had answered all this time, no, he was the one to free himself in the end. And for what? For this feeling of nothingness? Two hundred years of pure shit for it to feel the same as having killed any other insignificant rival? Two hundred years of his life wasted because of Cazador. Centuries he could have spent on himself, his job in the magistrate's office, hells, he could have been rich by now or have started a family. Instead, he’d been bound to his involuntary pact, to lure in the innocent and foolish for Cazador to play with. All that cruelty, the manipulation and crimes were supposed to mean something!

But what had he expected? For Cazador to crawl to him, wailing apologies and begging for mercy? That he could be the one to laugh and spit in his face for once, before landing the killing blow? Would that have made any difference?

It dawned on him that forgiveness might be the true liberation he had been seeking. But he could never forget, no, he could never forgive what had been done to him. As the realisation hit him, he felt the tears streaming down his face, wet and sticky as they mingled with specks of Cazador's blood. 

No more Cazador Szarr, no more rats for meals, no more lashings, no more seductions. And no forgiveness. Never.

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[nyx-express]

thanks for the love on my first astarion drabble hehe. i’m gathering ideas for more things to write and thought i could do a drabble series about colours and their association with emotions. so green would be a drabble about jealousy for example, blue about sadness and so on. maybe i’ll whip something up, fingers crossed!

[nyx-express]

This would be so much fun to write. I wish my brain would word so I can write it. So many ships that I love would be perfect for this.