#astarion gets head

[kittenintheden]

sip the tea

lol I dunno it's a smutty drabble, enjoy.

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, temperature play, blowjob, mild cumplay

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Astarion's reading in his usual spot by the fireplace, posture relaxed, leaning his head on one hand. You approach with a steaming mug. He glances up and gives you a smile.

"What's that, love?" he says.

"Peppermint tea," you respond, setting it on the side table beside him.

He looks at it, then back at you. "Erm. Sweet, but you know I don't really drink tea. It all tastes like ash water."

"I know," you say, moving around in front of his chair and going to your knees. You run your hands up the tops of his thighs and his book droops a bit in his hand as he gives you a knowing look.

"It's not for you," you say with a smile as you go to undo his laces.

"What are you up to?" Astarion purrs as he lifts his hips for you to slide his soft trousers and smallclothes down his toned thighs. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I was making myself a cup and I had a thought," you reply, running light fingers over his cool skin, lighting up the areas over his thighs, his abdomen, his pelvis. His soft cock stirs, arousal waking. His hand falls over the side of the chair, book forgotten and dangling from his fingertips, eyes half-lidded as he watches you tease.

You hold his eye as you lean forward and take him in your mouth, encouraging him harder. Astarion gives a soft groan of approval, fingers of his free hand reaching out to play with your hair.

"Still not sure what the tea's for," he breathes. The soft skin of his cock goes taut in your mouth, his erection coming to full mast. You press your tongue firmly along the underside as you slide off of him, amusement in your eyes as you blow on his spit-slick skin.

"Ooooh," he murmurs with a lilt, his erection jumping a little at the sensation. "But why'd you stop?"

You raise an eyebrow at him and reach for your tea, the ceramic cup nearly too warm to touch, and sip a careful mouthful. It's still quite hot, but not scalding. Cooled just enough to comfortably hold it in your mouth, which you do, allowing the soft and tender flesh inside to grow warmer than your natural heat allows. The mint tingles on your tongue. Astarion watches, intrigued. You smirk as best you can with your mouth full.

Then you swallow and immediately take him fully into your mouth again.

"Holy-" Astarion growls, throwing his head back and involuntarily arching his hips up, deeper, seeking the molten heat that is your mouth, heightened even more against his own cooled skin. He hits the back of your throat and you give a small cough, a tear forming at the corner of one eye.

You pull away, saliva and his clear pre-fluid connecting your lips to the head of him, and say, "Too much?"

Astarion's chest heaves and he blows out his breath as he tilts to look down at you, an inferno in his eyes. He shakes his head.

You grin. "Good." You take another sip and go again.

He melts under you, one leg twitching a bit from overwhelm as the rest of him sinks deep into the cushions of his favorite armchair. His head lolls to the side and he pants, his tongue moving barely past his bottom teeth as he watches you work him, eyes hooded. You twist your head and swirl your tongue, warming every bit of him. Each time you pull off to reheat your mouth with more tea, you see the head of his cock swollen and flushed pinker than usual.

He whines when you leave and squirms when you return. Sweat begins to bead along his forehead.

"Darling," he whispers at last, his thighs tensing on either side of you. "Oh, darling, keep it up and I won't last another minute."

You take your time, keeping him right on the edge until you go for one last mouthful of tea, keeping a little in your mouth this time as you swallow him down. He twists his fingers in your hair and whines out a reedy, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come, I'm coming-"

And he does, salted spunk mingling with the peppermint still on your tongue. You swallow it all, helping him ride it out to the last. When you pull back, peering up at him with your mouth wet and pink, he's collapsed bonelessly in the chair, still staring out at you from half-closed eyes. His throat bobs.

Then he reaches out, quick as a blink, and palms the back of your head to bring your lips to his, his tongue delving into you to taste that last bit of mint and heat and slick.

[tavs-brainworm]

[deanastasya]

I spray him like the misbehaving cat he is

[slipperyskell]

POV: ur an enemy and it’s Astarion’s turn in combat

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[ugukun]

Karlach attracts white-haired elves like heat vents attract cats

[cheekylittlepupp]

what do you think a vampire spawn tastes like?

[midnigtartist]

“Why do we only ever kiss after something dramatic happens?”

Or Sid and Astarion aren’t the most outwardly affectionate couple but when they are they make it count

[asspinkie]

astarion: *disapproves*

tav: you DISAPPROVE of tav? after you use her body like the capri sun? oh! oh! jail for boyfriend! jail for boyfriend for One Thousand Years!

[bluerose5]

Don't mind me. I'm constantly thinking of an au where Mr. Astarion "You're only the first person who I truly care for" Ancunín actually shows more emotion at durge's death than what we get in-game. I can understand why the limitations, but that doesn't mean I have to accept them at such a crucial point of durge's story. I mean, it doesn't even have to be overly sappy, but I want that Dorian Pavus "I knew you would break my heart, you bloody bastard" type of energy. I want that cold chill of realization to be felt the second Astarion hears durge's heart stop. Give me that moment where he's on his knees, shaking durge's lifeless body, cradling them against him as he rocks them back and forth, shaking his head in denial as each sob grows more intense until it's just a constant scream of "noNoNO!!!" Because the gods never dared to help him before. Of course it would be a god that robs him of his love now.

Give me that point when the Emperor tries to command Astarion to take the Netherstones and leave, only for Astarion to tell it to shut the fuck up because he's not leaving without them.

Give me that broken whisper of, "We were supposed to be free. Together." as he is faced with the fact that they're not coming back.

[darthannie]

like real people do

pairing: Astarion x reader

word count: 788 warnings: fluff, kissing, cuddling a/n: For my first Astarion fic I really wanted to explore what other type of intimacy he could receive because dear god I just want him to feel loved and cared for. And that can happen through sex, but I didn’t want to include that in this one. 

You were sore and wanted nothing more than a warm, relaxing bath. You’d come by an inn where you and your traveling companions could have a proper rest and a proper bath. However, you hadn’t expected to find Astarion sitting in the very bath you had your sights set on.

You immediately shielded your eyes with a sharp gasp, as if there was a need for modesty. As if you and Astarion hadn’t shared many nights together, exploring each other and all your capabilities.

“Oh come on, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he said with a grin. You sighed and smiled, removing your hand from in front of your eyes. “Need something?”, he asked. He looked gorgeous. His skin glowed. The tips of his hair were wet from the steamy bath. He seemed relaxed. 

You took him in as you responded, “Yes, I just… I thought the room was empty and I wanted to take a bath.”

He lifted his arm with a flourish, “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

Your weight shifted from one side to the other as you said, “You quite literally are stopping me.”

“Come on, there’s more than enough room for two. Don’t get shy on me now.”

You stood there for a moment, deep in thought until you relented. 

You walked towards the tub and you removed your shirt, pants, and undergarments. Astarion’s eyes followed your movements as you got into the tub. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” 

He could sense your hesitation. “Darling, relax. It’s just me.” He reached out for your hand and you laid it in his. He smiled at you before he decided he wanted more.

He propped himself up onto his knees and settled himself over you. He braced himself on the side of the tub while he grabbed your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He gave you a chaste kiss. He was unsure what a kiss would lead to at this moment, but he figured he’d rather find out.

He kissed you again, this time deeply. Lovingly. Your arm hooked over his shoulder and pulled him in closer. Your mouth opened slightly and you felt his tongue on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss turned sloppy before you pulled away. You suspected that if you didn’t stop then one thing would lead to another, and you didn’t just want to fulfill some expectation. You didn’t want it to go that way. You loved it when Astarion was passionate, but you didn’t always want that type of intimacy. And if he was honest with himself, neither did he. 

He cleared his throat as he started moving toward his side of the tub. The air was thick with steam and apprehension. “Wait,” you said, speaking before you were ready to. He froze. 

“Can we try something different?”

“Oh, darling, I like the sound of that.” His all too familiar sultry tone took over. 

“Come here.” You matched his energy.

“What for?” Thrown off by your command, he became cautious, unsure what he was in for. 

“Just trust me.” Trust. It was something he had been working on. This was one of those moments where he thought he could practice it. He looked at you, quizzically. 

“Alright, fine.” He got back up as if to kiss you but you put your hand on his chest. 

“No, face away from me and come close.” You smiled at him and his eyebrows furrowed. He sat back down and moved towards you until his back was against your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and he let out an almost comical sigh of relief. 

“This is… nice.” 

You held him as close as you could to your own body. You could feel the scars on his back. You thought about all that Astarion had told you and your mind turned to your own past. He interlaced his fingers with yours under the water. You squeezed his hand as the thoughts started to take over. He squeezed your hand. Focusing on his presence brought you back. 

His voice soothed you, “I like this,” he laid his head on your shoulder to face you, “I like us.”

“I like us, too.” You kissed his forehead. He hummed contently and kissed your cheek.

His head laid on your shoulder and you saw the bite marks on his neck. You felt so protective of him. So in love with him. You wanted to shield him from the world. You closed your eyes tight, promising to yourself, and him, that one day you could both live in peace. But until then, you were safe and he was in your arms til the water turned cold. 

[slipperyskell]

Listen,,,, vampire spawn know how to spider climb and I am 1000000% convinced that Astarion would be an absolutely menace once he regains that ability after the tadpole is out

[cymk8]

forgot to post this cursed doodle

[flowersforagrave]

[anders-hawke]