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Desire at Daybreak ~ Astarion x Reader

Summary: Just a short morning drabble with you waking up to Astarion starring at you in bed. Do you cuddle? Do you kiss? Anything can happen in the early morning hours. Thank you to @tragedybunny, @tallymonster, @brabblesblog for constantly encouraging me even if I only dabble in drabbles rn :'D ❤️

You're laying in bed, still waking up, the haze of sleep hasn't left your eyes as you slowly open them to see Astarion laying next to you. The iridescent hues of the summer morning sun cascades through the window. Astarion smiles at you, as you realize he must have been awake for god knows how long watching you sleep and it brings warmth and a faint blush to your face.

Your hair fans out across the pillows as you exchange good mornings, while you stretch out beside him waking up your tired limbs. He rolls over, now laying on top of you. It's certainly not an unwelcome move but you're taken aback. You giggle in your flustered state as he hovers above you. His shirt hanging loosely away from his body you catch a glimpse of that pale skin underneath it, and in that brief possessive moment you want to mark it.

Your body is pinned beneath him but you still can move if you wish...but you both know you won't as he is propped up on his forearm you go to speak his name. But he holds his fingers to your soft supple lips replacing them with his thumb slowly tracing them and pulling down gently on your bottom lip before releasing it. He sighs contently how easy it would be to just capture your lips with his own as he feels your heart hammering against his chest.

He strokes the side of your face with his fingers and then his hand. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles giving a subtle chuckle tucking a stray curl behind your ear. Letting his hand linger there for far to long as your eyes gaze over his delicate features.

His hand gets lost gently tangling in your hair cradling the back of your head. As he leans in kissing your forehead, your eyes, his lips brush against the tip of your nose before the tip of his own is softly rubbing against it. 

Where lust and passion may have been last night in those deep red orbs that stare back at you. Now is overtaken by tenderness and desire. As he kisses your lips, stealing your breath you wrap your arms around him, your body arches off the bed into his. His tongue teases against your bottom lip coaxing you to open your mouth as he slips inside. You moan out hushed approvals that are lost in a mix of his own...

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The first time Astarion let you hold him was emotional to say the least. You weren't feeling particularly great, having been caught in the rain. You were nearly bedridden, but thanks to a few herbs and some hot broth, you were on the mend.

When he curled against your chest, your skin was feverish, slowly settling as you began to run your fingers through his hair.

His whole body had stiffened. He already loved when you played with his hair when you were kissing and when you gripped it when his tongue worked magic or when he plunged into you almost animalistically.

But this? This was different. Your nails lightly scratched his scalp with one hand while the other played with the curled hairs on the back of his neck.

His nose pressed lightly against the crook of your neck as you held him so tenderly. He felt guilt in his veins as he realized you were falling in love with him.

He needed to tell the truth, he knew, but as your fingers slowed and you snored softly, breath brushing over his forehead, he decided he could wait.

he would tell you...but for now...he would just enjoy how you held him.

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petition for larian studios to make a dialogue option where you ask astarion for a hug bc honestly i think we could both use one a majority of the time.

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Hi there! Really love your writing!! What are your thoughts on Astarion and cuddles?

Thank you, Anon, for the compliment and also for requesting! This is especially the shit I want to think about all day long: so my thoughts on Astarion and cuddling. Astarion and Cuddles: A Foreign Concept

He's heard of it, he's thought about it: cuddling - but at first he's really not used to it because cuddling was something people shared that had the silly luck to be able to be in love and have a relationship

So just laying around in someone's arms or in his arms - he doesn't really know what to do - is he supposed to do something? Maybe if he just pets Tav's back? Uh oh, what if his thoughts wander to something more naughty, is that bad?

But he comes to enjoy these moments tremendously: just laying there with Tav, peaceful, quiet, serene moments; no need to talk; no need to perform anything; just skin on skin and warmth and the feeling of closeness

Once he comes to terms with himself on how touch-deprived he actually is for soft and genuine closeness, he gives completely in; and he loves it so much when Tav just touches him, strokes his hair, rubs his back, draws lines on his muscles with a finger

He lays his head in Tav's lap or lays between their legs with his head on their stomach or chest; other times he holds Tav the other way around

He loves to rest with Tav in his arms, knowing they'll be there when he wakes up the next day

Also he learns how pleasant it can be to slowly let cuddles turn into more - with no need for flamboyant seduction - just being close and intimate with each other

So, in my head, Astarion works out the pleasures of cuddling rather quickly and never goes back. Hope you like it, Anon!

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I was just finishing that as i learned that Larian changed His Majesty model... Like why, he was perfect as a sphynx cat :<

Well, this could be also a Steelclaw... Both of them would definitely find a place in Astarion's heart 🐱💖

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on chilly nights everyone inevitably ends up scooting closer and closer to karlach until she's surrounded and she thinks it's just the cutest thing that no one acknowledges

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"We don't need to do anything. We can just be."

Happy bi/pan visibility day (it's everyday for me). Also a sprinkle of ace and a dash of survivor and to top it all off- other expressions of intimacy, affection & connection taken seriously. I'm doing an Astarion origin playthrough and I ship him with Karlach like FedEx, your honor.

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ugh I know everyone needs more durge content but wyll really needed more durge content. gortash's coronation is where durge finds out everything and then wyll has to witness his dad under the tadpole and pick between his soul and his father and yes, wyll is a repression king but he deserved a scene exploring all of that. especially after his return to the city is marked by people just not believing uldred is even his dad. like he's barely hanging there.

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smutty wyll thoughts pt. 2

HORN HANDLEBARS. HITS POST.

tags: gender neutral reader, reader’s genitals are not described, some fluff/hurt-comfort, top!wyll, bottom!reader, soft dom!reader, sub!wyll, light dom/sub dynamics (reader is just spoiling and taking care of him), mentions of act 2/3 spoilers, unprotected sex, creampie

wyll was really insecure about his devil horns. most nights, when he thought you’d fallen asleep, he’d look at himself in the mirror, wondering how you could ever see him as anything other than a monster. he’d spent his teenage years and entire adult life hunting devils, and now he was one of them? the thought was too much to bear.

you stirred in the silk sheets and came up behind him, gently hugging him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.

“you know i love you, right?” you murmured into his soft skin.

“even if i look like.. this? even if i’m a monster?” his voice quivered slightly. his words were barely above a whisper. he feared if he spoke them too loudly, he wouldn’t be able to stop the flood of emotions that’d follow. he sacrificed everything for baldur’s gate, protected the innocent, and this was his repayment? this was how a hero was rewarded?

“wyll, dear,” you said as you placed a hand to his jaw, pushing his face to meet yours. “you’re not a monster. these horns, your eye, they only show me how much you love the people of the sword coast. i don’t see a devil. i see you, wyll ravengard. the man who spared karlach, against everything you’d been told, because you saw the innocence in her eyes. the man who made an impossible deal to save baldur’s gate. the man who walked in step with me the entire way to the netherbrain and fought to save all of faerûn.”

you held his face in both of your hands, gazing into his eyes. “so no, you’re not a monster. you’re love.”

he stared into your eyes for a long moment, not saying anything. “you really think so?” he asked quietly.

“i don’t think so, i’m telling you so.” with that, you put out the candle illuminating the space in front of the mirror.

“well, who am i to argue with you?” a small smile flitted across his face in the dark of your shared bedroom. he pulled you into a deep kiss, sliding one hand behind your head and the other to your hip, pulling you in close. your hands fell down to his chest. he let out a small gasp as they traced over the sensitive ridges on his neck and shoulders.

“good boy,” you whispered and felt him stiffen in surprise. “glad you know not to argue, dearest.” you gently pushed on his chest, making him walk backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. he immediately sat down, pulling you in to straddle him.

“please, gods, call me that again,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

“dearest? i call you that all the time, darling,” you teased. he could feel your shit eating grin against his lips.

“you know what i’m talking about, love,” he groaned.

“i don’t think i do. can you remind me?” you pulled off your night shirt with a quiet hum.

he buried his face in your neck and whined, “please, love, call me your- your.. good boy again.”

“ah, there you go, my love,” you cooed as you traced his horns, earning a shudder from him. “you’re such a good boy for me.”

the moan he let out sent vibrations through your entire neck. you started to massage the base of his horns with one hand while you ran your thumb of the other over the ridges on his neck. you could feel his warm breath speeding up on your throat, his cock starting to harden under you.

and then you started grinding on him.

his hands instantly flew to your hips, trying to regain some semblance of control. he let out a moan that almost sounded more like a wail. he’d never thought to touch his new.. sensitive areas. in fact, he’d actively avoided going anywhere near them, too afraid to accept the fact that a devil’s curse could ever make him feel good.

“shhh, baby. it’s okay. you can be a good boy for me and take it, right?” you said as you ground harder onto him. he nodded frantically.

“y-yes, of course i can do that-“ he was cut off by his own moans as you licked a stripe along his neck ridges. you helped him pull off his shirt, inhaling deeply and letting out a groan of pleasure at seeing his alluring body. you ran your hands up and down his torso, your fingers catching on the old scars and the new ridges. wyll leaned back onto his elbows to better drink in the sight of you on top of him. he let his head fall back with a moan when you started kissing and marking his chest.

“please, don’t tease me any more. i can’t- i can’t take it,” he said, his voice straining with desperation. “i need you. now.”

“well, who am i to deny my prince any longer?” you purred, standing up to pull yours and his pants off. you untied his underwear and slid them off his legs after he obediently raised his hips for you. you left a few kisses and nibbles on the inside of his thighs, earning whines and a hand in your hair from him.

“please, please my love. i’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t i? please just let me inside of you,” he begged through heavy breaths. you let out a content hum and pulled off your own (now soaked and sticky) underwear before returning to your previous position in his lap. he reached a hand out into the darkness and let out a small gasp when he felt how.. excited you were. just the idea of you getting this turned on from touching him got wyll even harder. his elbows dug deeper into the mattress when you dragged the tip of his cock over your hole a few times before starting to push it in. the so-called “ridges in unmentionable places” rubbed along your own unmentionable place wonderfully, ripping a few whimpers from your chest as you continued to guide him into you.

once wyll had bottomed out inside of you, you both sat quietly for a moment, just trying to adjust. he’d pushed himself back up off his elbows to wrap his arms around you and rest his forehead on yours. you inhaled his scent, one that always smelled like the forest, no matter what perfumes or oils he put on. your heat was so tight around him he felt like he could never- or rather should never- pull out of you. and his cock stretched you so nicely that you thought he might as well have molded you to fit him perfectly.

“can i move?” he whispered breathlessly into your ear.

“oh, darling, don’t lift a finger. just be a good boy and take it,” you moaned as you started to move, rising up and slamming yourself down onto him. both of your moans filled the room. the air got hotter from your bodies and breaths. as you ran your thumb along wyll’s wet lips, you thought, “is he.. drooling?” you giggled a little and kept going faster and faster, wanting to hear those broken moans fall from his lips forever.

“i can’t-“ he gasped. “it’s too much- you feel too good, i’m going to-“ wyll fell back onto the bed, grabbing your hips and bucking into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. his dick hit a new spot inside you that made you see stars, but you had to snap out of it and get a hold of yourself.

“now, prince, did i say you could cum?” you asked with fake sympathy. “don’t you want to be a good boy and cum with me?”

“i can’t-“

“you can, and you will.”

he swallowed down his moan as his dick twitched inside of you. he was too embarrassed to admit it, but he got ridiculously turned on when you took control of him like this.

so, you can imagine the amount of self-control it took for him to not cum right then and there when you grabbed him by the horns to face you again. he let out one of the loudest moans you’d ever heard from him when your gripped his horns and started using them as leverage to get him deeper inside you.

“there we go,” you moaned, panting. you were close and he knew it.

“yes- yes please use me however you want. please let me make you cum, my love.”

it was one, two, three more thrusts before you came all over him. he suddenly had a death grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his cock so he could finish inside of you, letting out a wail of pleasure before burying his face in your neck again. you felt his warm cum fill you up and then some. it dripped out of you and onto the shaft of his cock while he softened inside of you.

you pulled him into a passionate but gentle kiss, holding his face in your hands while you both caught your breaths.

“i think- i think i’m starting to like the horns and bumps,” he chuckled.

“i’m glad we’re on the same page, then.”

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spending a lot of time thinking abt lux’s tattoos (which I’ll probably have to scrap or redesign when i remake them as a durge)(is there a lore-friendly reason for the dark urge to have a hideous beholder neck tattoo they definitely got while drunk and spend the rest of their life insisting is cool)(asking for a friend)

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Heavily inspired by THIS post by @ceo-of-sloppy-men

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Aaaaand more very quick stream doodles. This one shot was so fun to watch, it’s so sad that it had to end already. But oh well, let’s not dwell on that and let’s enjoy the good time we had, like disguised tiefling gale being both Karlachs and astarions type, wyll and gale having a spa day, bing bong in general (rip king, you will be missed), and of course the 8 strength fight for magic items <3 thanks to the cast for the chaos, I enjoyed it thoroughly

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When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?

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some Wheel of Time art from last year that (i think???) i never posted. Soulmates for ever and ever <3

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DnD commission! He’s a tiefling bard, had a lot of fun with the color palette for this one ✨

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the other wind