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littlejuicebox · 1 year ago

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Heya!

I’ve been lurking for a while and had this idea rattling around in my brain - how do you think Astarion would be around a sweet & unassuming Tav but he can tell they’re FILTHY in bed, maybe flirting via tadpole?

Love your writing, hope you’re doing well

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Tattoo

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite a while, unsure if anon will still see it! This mostly answers the prompt, I think. Perhaps a small detour lol.

Summary: Astarion thought you were an innocent, blushing virgin that night in the clearing. He misjudged you. And now you’re all he can think about.

Tags: smut, 18+, masturbation, tadpole fliritng, mentions of oral

Word Count: 1K

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It wasn’t until that night in the moonlit clearing when Astarion realized you had a tattoo. But of course, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see your enticing bit of body art any other way.

His original intent had been to use his skills that evening in an effort to repay you for the regular feedings. His unique way of rebalancing the scales, as it were. But now that little tattoo, just below the curve of your hip, in the dip where your thigh meets your — surprisingly delicious — mound is all he can think about.

Astarion’s delved his hand in his pants more than once this week thinking about that vision alone. He hasn’t felt the urge to touch himself in decades, but the memory of that dainty bit of ink constantly taunts him throughout the day, stirring a desire he hadn’t known in ages.

He knows it’s ridiculous – it’s just a bit of ink, for god's sake – and yet, tonight he felt compelled to seek relief by wrapping his own pale hand around his cock and rubbing himself ragged once again. And now he’s sprawled in his tent, the remains of his spend still splattered over his abdomen, and his mind is starting to wander back to that night.

He’d seen tattoos on others, of course. In almost any place imaginable. Most of them were horribly done.

But you? Well, you’d certainly caught him by surprise.

You’d seemed the picture of innocence, made up almost entirely of wide, doe eyes and gullibility. Before his proposition, he’d been almost positive you were a blushing virgin. An easy target.

But to have a tattoo in such a salacious location? And then to have your hot, sinful mouth wrapped around his cock, worshiping it with your tongue, as if you’d never tasted anything better? All with those big doe eyes watching his every move and clearly delighted by his own pleasure?

He hasn’t had an experience quite like that for as long as he can remember.

And, well, looks could certainly be deceiving, couldn’t they?

The taste of your blood as he sunk his sharp fangs into your soft flesh while you’d found release had been intoxicating. Part of him wants to experience it again; the other part knows – and desires to avoid – what he will have to do to achieve that particular flavor.

At this point, Astarion isn’t quite sure if he wants to proposition you again or not. Sure, the first time was satisfactory. Perhaps even a bit enjoyable. But still—

Suddenly, the rogue feels a tugging on the edge of his mind, ripping him from his musings. He recognizes this sensation, it’s a tadpole mind link. But something about this is… different. It isn’t accidental, it’s intentional. Someone in camp is reaching out to him.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Good thing he’s immortal.

Against his better judgment, Astarion opens his mind to the call. And there you are, waiting for him.

"I'm surprised you’re still awake,’ You say, and the silver-haired elf is shocked to hear your voice as if you’re right next to him. Interesting.

‘How did you realize we could do this?’ Astarion asks, and he hears your entertained laughter tinkle in the background of his psyche in response.

‘Shadowheart and I figured it out sometime last week. We’ve only used it to talk shit about everyone thus far.’ You reply, clearly proud of your discovery and thrilled by your own behavior.

‘Everyone?’ The rogue asks, not pleased about being the topic of you and your apparent best friend’s judgment.

‘Almost everyone,’ You amend, and there’s a brief flicker of affection in your psyche towards Astarion that you’re certain he notices before you quickly stomp it down.

You feel a ripple of Astarion’s own satisfaction at your amendment. He’s glad to not be the topic of your more unkind thoughts.

‘What are you still doing awake, darling?’ The vampire questions, ‘You are normally the first one snoring.’

There is the smallest wave of offense, and then a resigned acknowledgement at the truth in his statement. A pause of the mental conversation ensues as you seem to carefully weigh your next thoughts and move around in your tent.

‘I can’t sleep. Too much excitement today, I think. Too much pent up energy,’ You start, and then flash a vision through your own eyes, showing Astarion as you look down at your own barren mound, ‘Care to come and help me… release some of the tension?’

Astarion can see the tattoo through your eyes, greeting him in a sensual hello as you drag your fingers down it, on the way to touch yourself. Gods damn it.

He wants to take you up on your offer, but then he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t know what he wants. So instead he dances around the topic, avoiding an answer, with a flirtatious admission of his own.

‘I’m afraid I have taken care of my own needs for the night,’ He replies, flashing you the quickest view of milky white liquid now beginning to dry upon his stomach.

A ripple of disappointment on your end. And then another pause.

‘Well… even though I wasn’t extended the same kind offer, you’re welcome to watch me as I take care of my own needs for the night.’ You offer, now teasing between your folds more insistently. You send the rogue another vision of your needy sex and two fingers now shining with arousal, ‘Via tadpole… or in person.’

Astarion has never thrown his shirt on and walked across the camp faster. In his haste, he broke the tadpole connection. But you hear him coming and barely peel back the flap of your tent, displaying the briefest sliver of your naked form.

The vampire pauses for a moment on the outside of your tent, debating if this is the right move. You’re still touching yourself, he can hear the slickness of your sex from here.

“Hurry up, Astarion,” You whisper, somewhat impatiently, as the urge to find release builds within you.

Fuck it, he thinks. He wants to run his tongue along that tattoo again, even if that’s all he does.

He quickly delves into the tent and ties it closed behind him without another thought.

Eventually, he does drag his masterful tongue along that tattoo, and around many other parts of your tempting body, after he decides to help you find a second release.

Simply watching the first one had been enough to make you almost irresistible. He wanted to sink his fangs into you again. Perhaps in your thigh this time, if you’d allow it.

Like a tattoo, his nights tasting you left him permanently altered.

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yoonkinii · 1 year ago

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We Were Human

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Part 2:

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.

Masterlist

Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worse.

Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.

Thank You.

The water was warm against my skin, chasing away the chill that coated my flesh like second skin. After my whole breakdown with Astarion, he had to step out to assist Gale with Wyll. If I was remembering correctly, the city was being rebuilt by everyone still left alive and Wyll had taken on the position of Duke. Everyone in my little team ended up with a high ranking position, each controlling a certain decision when it came to rebuilding the city. Karlach was paired with Damon with rebuilding homes and stores. Shadowheart and Halsin took care of the injured. Lae’zel looked over people working so they don’t fall out of line. Jaheira and Minsc left the city looking for survivors that may have found misfortune. Gale was sort of Wylls advisor, using his vast amount of intellect when Wyll need it. And Astarion was the Lord of Szaars place, an already powerful figure just by title. Even more powerful when the very first ascended vampyre owned it.

Astarion left with Gale, muttering something alone the lines of ‘mortals can’t do anything’ but agreed to help regardless. It was a little strange to be back in the position of the hero of Baldurs Gate and not confined to one room. I can’t help but find myself waiting to wake up, to open my eyes and be greeted with the same dark ceiling. I wait and wait but I never wake up. None of it felt real and I was scared it wasn’t real; that I somehow died in my sleep and was just replaying my memories.

That was an absurd notion. He would never let me die. Not when my life was controlled by him in every aspect.

The door to the bathroom opened gently, a familiar face entering. She paused in front of the now closed door, eyes trained to the floor as she bowed slightly at the waist. Her green wide eyes glanced up at me nervously, orange hair pinned back with some clips.

“Lucinda.” I greeted her with a smile, singling her to come in with a nod.

Lucinda was one of the first servants we ever hired to serve in the palace. She lost her entire family in the final battle and was lost without a loved one or home. She was also the first spawn Astarion made- minus me.

Flashes of tangled limbs, Lucinda’s hair, and his dark gaze watching me flashed in my mind. I couldn’t help but grimace at the memory. I had walked into our shared room without a second thought only to be faced with him bedded with Lucinda. Even in the darkened room, I could see the love filled gaze Lucinda gaze into him while he watched me with a raised brow as if I was the one in the wrong. I sobbed my heart out that day- or my figurative heart out.

Lucinda tried to smile back at me but it looked strained- like her skin wasn’t used to moving like that. That was how she usually was. She was quiet but efficient and half the time she felt like a ghost, silently walking around the palace and doing what was expected of her without a single complaint.

Even as she got closer to me, I didn’t feel any hatred towards her. I knew she was one of his victims, knew that she fell for the false promises and loveless lyrics that danced on his tongue. I also fell for them.

Lucinda wordlessly assisted bathing me, gentle and nimble fingers making sure every part of my body was clean before offering me a towel to dry off. We were both silent even as she fit me into my gown for the evening. She tightened the bodice, pinned my hair up in a crown of braids, and dangled silver jewlery from my ears and neck. I stood before a mirror, eyes slightly widened as I looked back at my reflection. My reflection ws another privilege I had lost from him. It was so simple for him, taking things away from me without a second thought. He could give but he could also take. My throat tightened as I recalled how I was able to stand in the sun and now I could even see my reflection.

My eyes trailed over my gown and I had to admit that Lucinda picked something splendid for today. The maroon dress was made from rich, luxurious fabric that had a subtle sheen to it, adding a touch of opulence to the overall appearance. The bodice of the dress was tailored to perfection, creating a flattering and regal appearance for my body. Intricate silver thread adorned the neckline and cuffs, depicting carefully crafted whirls of life on the fabric.

The neckline of the dress was boat shaped, covering most of my chest but still exposing my collarbones. The sleeves were long and flowy, the cuffs of my sleeves almost creating maroon waves; swishing with every movement of my hands. The skirt of the dress was full and cascaded to the floor and even though it was long, I could still move freely. Just like the neckline and cuffs, the hem of the dress was adorned with the same intricate threading.

My lips were painted with color and my eyes lined with kohl to accentuate my features. Lucinda gingerly placed black heels before me- offering her hand to help me balance as I put on the heels. Once done, I looked at my reflection once, nodding with acceptance.

“Astarion is with Wyll still, correct?”

“Yes, My Lady.” Lucinda replied so softly that if there was any other sort of noise in the room, I would’ve missed her response. “Lord Astarion has not returned from the Dukes.”

“Thank you, Lucinda. I will be heading over there now.”

She nodded her head, bowing at the waist as I turned to leave the bathroom. Exiting the bathroom, I walked down the halls I had been locked away in. I noticed that some decorations were missing- we must have not gotten them yet. The palace was made up of two stories. Upon entering, a grand foyer awaits, featuring double sweeping staircases parallel from each other. The staircases were carpeted with a dark red runner leading to the second floor before continuing down the halls of the second floor. The walls were decorated with various tapestries purchased from various merchants. The double staircases create a sort of entryway to the reception room appointed with fine furniture and gilded fixtures.

After accessing the second floor via that staircase, it branches out left and right. The halls create a sort of square shape, if someone was to walk left and follow down the hall, they would end up at the opposite of the staircase they used to get up. The whole palace had dark wooden floors in every room and dark walls that constantly casted the palace in a permanent shadow, even with the windows open. The halls are lined with a series of private chambers and living quarters. The servants quarters take up most of the left side of the second floor, various rooms provided from them- even if Lucinda is the only current servant. Towards the second floor, in the middle of the two halls, lies Astarions study. An exquisite study with towering bookshelves and the same exquisite furniture that can be found around the house. The back wall of his study, across from the entrance to it, is made out of pure glass. Differing window panes were used to create a floor to ceiling window-wall that showcased the city below.

Our shared bedroom is down the hall from his office. If someone was to exit his study, take a left and walk down the hall until they turned the corner, the first door on the left would lead to our chambers. Upon entering, the canopied bed is pressed against the middle of the wall, black lace curtains offering privacy whenever needed. To the left of the bed, there were doors that lead to a private balcony that was large enough to adorn a small table and two chairs. I usually found Astarion reading there when he had enough free time. There wasn’t much in our room, other than the usual litter of Astarions book collection and a small work desk pressed against the corner of the wall next to the balcony doors. Astarion rarely ever used it, choosing to do his work in his studies. The walls were adorned with artwork but the most notable one was the portrait of not only Astarion and I but everyone in our small little team. All of us were wearing smiles on our faces, even Lae’zel who seemed to have a permanent frown etched onto her skin. That portrait hung above the work desk and there were a few times I had caught Astarion looking at it as he sat at that desk.

I finished climbing down the staircase, heels clicking against the wooden floor that was exposed from the lack of carpet covering it. I exited the palace and was greeted with the same scene I saw the first time I stepped out but less people were out. This wasn’t surprising since the sun was already starting to set. I followed the familiar path to where I knew Astarion would be, weaving and dodging people that were too busy to notice me passing by. A few did notice me, waving and calling out to me. I could only offer a small wave and smile back as I passed down various streets. The city looked almost unrecognizable with all the decimated buildings and death clinging to the air.

Finally reaching the building I was looking for, I opened the doors and was created with a long hallway with many doors lining the walls. It was somehow even busier inside than outside. People were walking to and from between rooms, carrying various things. Some were even running, expertly dodging those that weren’t in such a hurry. Voices merged, creating a muddle of echoes bouncing off the walls. I was only able to catch glimpses of conversation as I walked down the hall to the large wooden double doors at the end of the hall.

“No, no, we can’t use that material because…”

“What are we going to do about the limited space in the cemetery…”

“...funds are not being included when it should be you imbecile…”

Pushing the doors open, the hinges made no sound as I slipped through. Immediately, I was greeted with five males crowding around a large oval shaped table placed in the middle of the room. I only recognized three of them; Gale, Wyll, and Astarion. In my, I guess, other life, I had never stepped foot into this building when Astarion was called upon. I was too busy documenting expenses and checking who needed what in order to rebuild.

Wyll glanced up from where him and everyone else in the room was looking down at the parchment on the table. He smiled, tilting his head to the side- offering me to stand next to Astarion. Taking him up on his offer, I walked to where my husband stood, his back facing me. He didn’t bother looking behind himself to see who entered the room, he probably thought it was a servant coming in with new documents.

Gale spoke up from his position beside Wyll, his hand once again rubbing along his jaw in thought. His eyes flickered to me as I stood across from him next to Astarion. He nodded in regard before continuing with that was being discussed before I walked in,

“They have to be dealt with now before they are able to turn into something worse.”

A simple glance down at the table was all I needed to know what was going on. It was a map of Faerûn, several circles drawn indicating different camps strung out along where the shadow cursed lands were. Well, former shadow cursed lands were at since the land was cured because of Halsin and some of my help.

“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning slightly over the table to catch a batter look at the map. A hand trailed down the small of my back before resting on the right side of my waist. A soft kiss was pressed to my head as Astarion pressed his body against my left side of my own body- like being away from me was hard for him to do.

“Nothing too dreary. Just some Goblin camps that keep sprouting about the shadowed lands.” Astarion replied, sounding like there was nothing to worry about. I could hear the smile he wore on his face as he spoke. Rolling my eyes, a knowing smile took over my face as I crossed my arms, “Yes. Goblins congregating. Nothing serious.”

Wyll cleared his throat, “I know we have to deal with this situation soon but we don’t have any manpower to spare. Not with everything still in shambles. I am only suggesting to hold off until we have more able hands.”

“If we wait any longer, these damn things will already be in the city, wreaking havoc!” a deep and gruff voice cried out. I looked to the owner of the voice, his bright red hair contrasting against his olive toned skin. He was lithe and a little shorter than Astarion. His brown eyes almost feline like as he glared down at the table, his lips curled in a snarl. The manner and tone of his voice did not suit someone who appeared like him but then again, many things in this world didn’t suit it.

“Then what do you suggest, Doran?” Astarion replied, his voice laced with venom as he said Dorans name. Astarion eyed the younger male, raising a brow towards him mockingly.

Doran glowared, mumbling under his breath as he looked away from Astarion, fists clenching at his sides. A deep sigh resulted from the interaction, causing me to look at the final man in the room. He appeared older than the rest of us, graying beard lining his jaw, grayed hair sitting close to his skull, wrinkles from age sagging against his skin. He was shorter than all of us, his bear bell sticking out from under his clothes and thick arms massaged his temples in annoyance. I regarded him with a tilt to my head, wondering who he was and why he was here. I wondered the same thing about Doran but I knew they were meant to be here as well.

I cleared my throat, drawing everyone’s attention towards me. Licking my bottom lip, my gaze met Wylls, “They are right. These Goblins need to be handled immediately.”

Wyll opened his lips to retort but it died in his throat as I raised my hand to continue speaking, “I understand we don’t have the resources for this currently and that is why I am going to be handling this myself.” As I spoke, my mind flashed to what I knew from the future. I can only remember small glimpses of this situation and that’s because when it happened in my true life, I took no part in it.

The goblins were a problem, we didn’t have resources to deal with them and as a solution, Astarion went by himself to handle them. When he came back, he smiled less.

If I am here back in the past with a second chance, I was going to take advantage of it. If this is the first instance where Astarion took a step toward becoming him then I would do something I didn’t do in my time. I was going to go along with him.

“What?” Astarions voice rang out in the room, the hand on my waist tensing. “What do you mean?”

I looked up at him, brows pinching together in thought, “Well, it makes sense” I continued, “We don’t have enough people to spare to send out so why not spare me? I’m sure my skills are equivalent to at least ten soldiers.” I looked over at Wyll, brow raised in question. Wyll was in thought for a few moments, a breath being released from his pursed lips,

“Well-” He drawled, “It’s not a bad idea.”

I clasped my hands together in glee, before anyone could say anything else, “Then it’s settled!”

“Hold on. You must be a lunatic for thinking I am just going to let you go alone.” Astarion argued, his hand gone from my waist and now placed on his hip as he looked at me like I really was a lunatic.

I cooed, stepping closer to him so we were chest to chest, “And you are so cute for thinking I was going to go alone to begin with.” I pinched his cheek teasingly, nose wrinkly in delight, “You’re coming with me.” I said as I walked past him to the exit. A few seconds ticked by before he exploded in curses and whining about getting dirt under his nails.

“Darling, are you sure about this?”

Astarions voice questioned from across the room as he stood in front of a mirror hanging on the wall, fusing over his hair. The room was illuminated by several candles placed on wall mounted holders, the sun had gone an hour ago and casted the world in darkness.

I huffed out a small laugh, combing through my hair as I sat on the edge of the bed, “What do you mean? Of course I am sure. I thought you would jump for joy at the chance of leaving the city.”

Astarion eyes narrowed at me as he finally stepped away from the mirror and made his way towards me. “Me?” He placed his palm against his chest, “Be excited about leaving the city and all the comforts it has to offer. Oh, Yes, I am very excited.” His tone was filled with sarcasm as he sat beside me on the bed, my body bouncing slightly from his sudden weight being applied. He wordlessly grabbed the brush from my hand, gently running it through my locks and running his fingers through it every so often.

A slight pout formed on my lips, “What’s the big problem? You don’t want to spend quality time with me?”

He snorted, something only he would ever do with me, “Love, I would be chained to you if I was able. I just don’t find the whole ‘natures delight’ very appealing after being in it for so long.” I turned to face him, beaming at him with a smile,

“That’s what makes it fun! It will be just like old times, only this time you aren’t holding a knife to my throat.”

He gasped in mock shock, “How dare you bring that up? I needed help against an admirable foe and you told me to handle it myself. I was very hurt.” His chin lowered, accentuating the pout on his lips as he looked at me through his white lashes.

“It was a boar! Not an Illithid. You flat out lied to me.”

“Yes but that is beside the point. I needed help and you didn’t give it to me. I thought you were a kind soul.”

“I am a kind soul. I was just preoccupied with a whole worm in my skull.” I reasoned, refusing to look at him. I can’t lie, I may have come off a little rude when we first met. Sometimes even Shadowheart teases me for it since she just stood by and watched. My hair was pushed behind my shoulder, revealing the skin exposed from the new nightgown I had on. It was simply, just white satin that stopped mid thigh, the straps thin like most of my nightwear.

Soft lips pressed against my bare shoulder and my heart swelled. It was things like this that I missed most of all, the little things he would do to me. How he would reach over towards whenever I was near, the random kisses pressed softly against my skin like a butterflies touch, catching my gaze from across the room only to smile at me, to just be near me.

His lips were then pressed against my cheek before breaking away and going to his side of the bed. The sheets rustled under his movement as he peeled back the bedding and slipped under it. I moved to get under the sheets as well but froze as I turned. It somehow slipped my mind about his sleeping habits and how he used to sleep in only nightwear pants that hung low on his hips. His back was turned towards me as he reached over to place his shirt on a nightstand beside the table.

Silently getting other the covers and laying down, I couldn't help but reach over and have my fingertips graze over the abused flesh. He flinched like I hurt him and I flinched back in return.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, keeping my hands close to my chest.

He looked over his shoulder at me, ruby eyes dimly lit against the warm light. His features seemed warmer as well, he almost seemed to be kissed by the sun and not the pale vampire people are used to. I looked away from him, ashamed by my actions as I focused on watching the ceiling. My gaze snapped back to him as his fingers brushed against my cheekbone. He was now on his back, propped up by his forearms,

“It’s okay. You can touch it.”

That was all he said before he turned and exposed his back to me once more. I stared at his back wide eyed, not believing what was happening. Even in my true life, I had never dared to touch his scars. They told a story that I believe he would rather hide and ignore cause they serve as a reminder. Only a few people know about the scars and even then, they never bring it up so I didn’t either.

Shifting closer to him, I was meer inches away from his back as the tips of my fingers gently traced the part of a ritual carved onto his delicate skin. Mysterious word that I could not read regardless of knowing the purpose it served. A few minutes of silence passed as I traced his past with such a gentle touch. I was afraid that touching too hard would break him even when his tormentor was gone, he never really left. He lurked in the shadows of the halls, taunting Astarion. There were a handful of times I could remember Astarion breaking out into a cold sweat from seeing a figure in the corner of his eye, a scent that was too familiar, a phrase being said came from the mouth of a ghost. During those times, Astarion would lock himself away from the world and it was only once that I was able to enter the room and what I had found broke me into a million pieces.

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the memory to fade away into the recesses of my mind. I sighed through my nose, pressing my forehead to his back as my hand draped around his waist. In an instant, his hand laid atop mine, squeezing it. Perhaps he was imagining a life without the freedom he has obtained, a life where he was never captured by the absolute, a life where he never pressed a knife to my throat, a life where none of this ever happened. Perhaps he imagined all that and squeezed my hand to remember that this was all real.

Perhaps I should’ve said something to him but I didn’t. Not as sleep dug its claws into my skin and pulled me under.

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messierthanthou · 1 year ago

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Hmm would there be any interest in an AstarionxReader Regency!au? Because I am very into the idea of an elusive duke who holds the most lavish parties at night, no one really knows who he is, there's lots of guesses and speculations, but then one night at one of his parties, he reveals himself to you, out of all the ladies here, and he drinks your blood and fucks you tenderly, and now you're anticipating the next party

#astarion #x reader #astarion x reader #regency au

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carooosa · 2 years ago

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Shadows and Strings

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare, you and your party set out on a side quest. You heal Astarion with your magic, but instead of coming from a spell, it comes from the music you play. Word Count: 4k

Tags: AstarionxTav, AstarionxReader, Astarionxbard!Tav, Astarionxsorcerer!Tav

A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I have many more chapters planned. I plan on this being a slow burn.

For as long as you remember, music came naturally to you. When you were a child, you would hum along with the wind and birds while doing chores. Every mundane task became a pleasant one as you would create symphonies in your mind. While life wasn’t always easy, it was bearable with a melody. Your fondest memories always had some type of music involved…

With the rain as your percussion, you prepared dinner with your mother as your father worked at a nearby inn. The steady rolling boil of the stew that simmered in front of you created a beat with each pop of a bubble; your mother’s quick mincing of vegetables filling out the beat. The sweet smell of citrus and herbs filled the room. As you started to toss the cut vegetables into the pot, you began to hum a tune.

A simple, smooth melody that came from your heart intertwined with the aroma of the stew, filling all of your senses. You made your way over to the spice rack to grab a handful of Balsam, adding a flourish in your tune when the herb fell into the pot. As your mother chopped the last carrot, you finished your impromptu song with a sigh.

“You always know how to add extra flavor to whatever we’re doing, pumpkin,” your mother said while smiling at you with endearment in her eyes.

“You always tell me to find the joys in the small things, and music always brings me joy, so why not add music to the small things?” you reply before quickly tasting your creation. “Perfect” you think as you go to grab some bowls for serving.

As if a practiced routine, your father runs inside right as you place the last bowl on the table, drenched from the rain and out of breath. After setting aside his coat to dry, he turns to you and warmth fills his eyes.

“Don’t tell me the two most beautiful people in my life made my favorite meal,” he asks while quickly making his way over to the table. “This is exactly what I need after a long day of work and an even longer walk home.” Although your father never expressly said it, you notice the tiredness in his eyes and body. Ever since your family had left Elturel in search of a healer for your mother, life has presented you with more struggles.

Since your family never stayed in one town for more than a couple of months, it was hard for your father to get a well paying job. A trip that would normally take no more than two weeks had become one that was taking well over a couple of years. Your mother wasn’t able to travel far before needing at least a month of recovery, during which your father would find a job and replenish your savings. You had already been at this current town for 4 months, which was the longest rest stop so far.

Your mother had been helping around the house more this past week. Late at night as you slept in the secluded area that was deemed the bedroom, you would hear your parents whisper to each other about leaving.

“We can’t leave just yet, Marls. We barely have enough money to pay for our current living situation, let alone enough for supplies,” your father said in a soft, hushed tone. “I know we need to take advantage of you feeling well enough to move around, I just need to stay with this job for a couple of more weeks and then we can go.”

You didn’t hear your mother’s reply, instead hearing your parents’ footsteps approaching the bedroom. You quickly feigned sleep as your parents laid down on their bedroll. Although they’ve been having more disagreements lately, they never went to bed angry at each other.

When you awoke the next morning, your father was already gone for work. Making your way to the main room, your mother was also gone. As panic started to work its way up to your throat from your stomach, the door to your home swung open. Your mother leaned against the frame with an excited smile on her face, her hands behind her back hiding something.

“Pumpkin,” she wheezed, “I know you love music. I know that you would love to be able to see a performance, I would, too.” The words came out of your mother’s mouth in a flurry. “And I need to make sure you know just how much your father and I appreciate your help. You are so mature and never ask for much. Which is not right. You’re my kid, you should be asking me for toys and treats and whatever the hells you want.”

Your mother looked down at the ground for a second before taking a deep breath and pushing herself off of the door frame. “I’ve been telling the druid that’s been helping me with my condition about how talented you are. How you can make songs out of nothing. How I feel awful for not being able to help you pursue this talent,” she paused, revealing the instrument she had hidden behind her back. “She told me to stop my fretting, and to give you this.”

In your mother’s hands lay a lute. It wasn’t brand new, and it had chips in the wooden neck. One of the strings was too loose. Even still, it was the most beautiful instrument that you’ve ever seen.

“Now, pumpkin, this lute isn’t free,” your mother said as she handed you the well-loved instrument, “there is a price that you specifically will need to pay. The druid will be coming over later to show your father how to help aid me, and she said that she would love to hear you play.”

“But I don’t know how!” you exclaimed quickly, hugging the lute to your chest for comfort.

“Oh sweetheart, I see the talent in you. I know that you’re capable.” Your mother said as she sat down at the table.

Without saying anything else, you ran to the bedroom and started to practice. It was weird, at first, figuring out how to place your fingers on the neck of the lute, determining how much pressure to put on the strings in order to change the note. But as the hours passed, you became more confident. Certain notes were definitely easier than others, and with the few you felt comfortable with you were able to create a soothing tune.

You could hear your father come through the front door with the voice of another woman. You ran out of the bedroom to see the woman giving your mother a hug before her eyes snapped to you. “This must be the musical prodigy I’ve heard so much about!”

“Come here darling,” your mother says as she pulls out a chair, “this is Shiela, the druid I told you about.”

The evening begins the same as it always does, with small talk and dinner, except this time with a guest awaiting entertainment. You quickly finish your meal and then sit in your chair, fidgeting anxiously. When your father and the druid, Shiela, finish eating, she begins to teach your father about balms and salves that would help your mother in certain situations.

As Shiela finished her lesson, your mother urged you to go and get your recent gift. After retrieving the lute, you came back to see the dining table chairs arranged in a row, like an audience, and one chair facing them. Nerves hit your chest sharply as you made your way to the makeshift stage. Your father had his arm wrapped around your mother, the tiredness gone from his eyes, instead replaced with anticipation. The druid sat on the other side of your mother and looked at you with a knowing look in her eyes.

Your mother sat on the edge of her seat, a wide smile spread across her face. Slowly, you set your fingers to the first note of the tune you had played earlier, your other hand preparing to strum the strings. The nerves in your chest had grown, threatening to suffocate you with the thickness they created in your throat. Your mother began anxiously tapping her foot against the floor, and while your father’s face flashed with annoyance, the rhythmic beat gave you the encouragement you needed to strum.

Although the tempo was faster than you had briefly practiced, your fingers were able to keep up. Your father looked at you in astonishment, your mother’s eyes started to tear, and the druid was waving her hands when a burst of blue light came out from her fingertips and began to dance around you. With the new visual sensation, you began to vocalize. Your father began to clap his hands to the beat you had set. The nerves from earlier had faded and instead turned into something new, something refreshing. While the feeling before left you gasping for air, this new sensation felt like the first breath you ever took.

You stood up and started to move around the room, unable to sit still as the music filled your heart. Your father lifted your mother up and began to dance with her, the druid taking over the job of clapping to the beat. As your song came to an end, a new color of dancing light appeared: a bright orange. You looked at the druid, and all that she gave you was a wink.

When you looked back to the orange light, it had turned into a fire. A fire that began to frantically spin around the room. You turned back around and tried to find your parents and the druid, but they were gone. The fire had grown now, creating a wall of flames around you that slowly closed inwards. The smell of sulfur and burnt wood filled your nose and throat as you screamed.

“Aw shit, I did it again! Why do eggs burn so easily,” the red tiefling barbarian who was known to set things on fire asked.

“Chtk. If these eggs are too fragile to withstand some mere heat, then they are not worthy to be eaten,” the githyanki who sat on a nearby log replied.

As the wizard who was the designated chef quickly put out the fire with a frost bolt, you regained your senses and remembered where you were. It had been a week since the nautiloid ship had crashed, leaving you and your five companions with tadpoles inside your heads. You had each been taken from your lives and imprisoned on the ship, a mind flayer putting tadpoles in your brains in order to convert you into one as well. While it wasn’t a conventional team, you guys had decided that it would be better to try and remove the tadpoles with allies as opposed to by yourselves.

“Thank gods I don’t have to eat whatever that is,” Astarion, the rogue who turned out to be a vampire, said while shooting you a quick glance from his book. Three days ago you had awoken to the vampire hovering over you with snarled teeth. After a short explanation, you had agreed to let him drink from you. It had taken him by surprise, but he didn’t argue as he repositioned himself to sink his teeth into your neck. While you may have come off as eager, you didn’t mind as you were excited to have your skin broken.

Before the nautiloid you had been an object of entertainment, kept away from the hands of others in order to prevent you from being tainted. Your hands quickly reached up to the two pinpricks on your neck. After the first night Astarion fed on you, you told him that he could feed on you every night, if need be. He suggested changing the feeding spots each time in order to avoid scarring, but you had assured him that it would be better to do it in the same spot. You didn’t tell him, but you wanted the bite to scar.

Unfortunately for you, there were side effects to having your blood drained each night. There was always a dull pain in the crook of your neck, and you had begun to get sloppy in your fighting. You could tell your companions were beginning to get frustrated with you, especially after you had convinced them to traverse the Sunlit Wetlands in order to find proof of Kagha’s betrayal.

You didn’t necessarily want to get involved in whatever drama was going on in the grove, but you did hear of a special amulet that would cure your bloodlessness and get your strength back to what it was before you had come to whatever strange arrangement you had with Astarion. The only problem was that with all the uneasiness in the grove, and the fact that you were a tiefling, you were unable to search for the amulet without eyes following you around. And you didn’t exactly want to explain to random people who already looked down on you why you were looking for this piece of jewelry.

You got up from your bedroll, making sure to avoid Astarion’s gaze, and made your way over to the campfire, offering your help with whatever you could.

“Unless you have a song that can unfreeze and unburn this egg, I don’t think there’s much that can be done at this point,” Gale said with a sigh, regretting that he agreed to Karlach making breakfast. The red tiefling noticed this and began to shift uneasily beside him.

“Unfortunately I do not, but I can whip up a song to mourn the sacrifice this egg made,” you joked. Gale’s face lightened up as he chuckled, prompting Karlach to loosen up and join in as well.

“While it may have ended up in a few inedible eggs,” she said while tossing the burnt food into a pile of other burnt food, “at least I had fun. Thanks, Gale, I know how much you care about cooking.”

You admittedly weren’t the best fighter, but you were always able to ease the tension in your camp. You weren’t able to end fights, but you could at least prevent them sometimes.

As your group packed the supplies and began to determine the best route to the wetlands, you looked at the hastily written note you had found in the hidden corner of the druid’s library. Kagha. Swamp-docks. Tree. Meet me. Alone. -Olodan it read. You weren’t entirely sure what this note meant, or if it could even help you with what was going on in the grove, but you decided that this was the best bet you had at getting that amulet.

You joined the rest of the group and pointed out the directions you had. You had already made it into the beginning of the Wetlands yesterday, not before running into a skirmish between an elderly woman you had met in the grove and two men who claimed she stole their sister. You told the two that they were on their own as your group had other pressing matters. After they left, Shadowheart came up to you.

“I’ve got to say that I’m honestly quite surprised that you didn’t want to help them. Not that I disagree, we do have more ‘pressing matters at hand’,” she said while mimicking your mannerisms, “I can’t help but wonder why we’re going out of our way to help the grove then.”

It was a valid question. You had originally convinced the group that it was the right and just thing to do, to help those in need. And now you were blatantly telling someone in need that you were too busy to help them.

“Nettie mentioned a powerful Druid named Halsin. He might be able to get rid of these things in our head.”

Astarion was quick to question you again. “So then why aren’t we going to save him from those dreadful goblins?”

You shot him a glare that he met with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think that the grove will be able to maintain peace by the time we get to Halsin and back.” Your answer seemed reasonable, so you thought.

“Who cares about the grove? Once we get to Halsin, we can have him remove the tadpoles right then and there, before he knows what’s happening in his beloved grove.” Astarion shot back.

“Trust me, Astarion,” you sneered his name, “I know how druids are. They will always take care of what they hold dear first before helping others. The best chance we have at getting him to help us is to take care of the grove problem before we see him.” That had been enough to convince the group to follow your lead into the wetlands, although whether it be for your rationale or for the harsh tone and sharp glare you gave Astarion, they wouldn’t say.

Now here you were the next day, leading everyone further into the uncharacteristically beautiful swamp. As you spotted what appeared to be docks, you heard an all too familiar whine from behind you. “Are you actually going to make me ruin my clothes in all this mud instead of doing the reasonable thing and finding that druid?”

You chose to ignore Astarion’s remark, instead turning to everyone. “As soon as we find… whatever it is we’re looking for, we’ll go back to the grove. I promise that it’ll be worth it. You guys can just stay here, I won’t be gone long.” While you went on your way, the rest of the party all looked at Astarion. There had been a silent agreement made between everyone that someone would always have to go with you whenever you went off somewhere, as you were known to get distracted or fall into a fight fairly often.

“What are you all looking at me for? Tav is a perfectly capable being who can handle their own problems,” Astarion said while crossing his arms and positioning himself to face away from the group.

“We’ve all been taking our turns looking after them, it’s about time that you start being useful around here,” Wyll spat. “Besides, if it weren’t for Tav, I would’ve slain you as soon as I learnt of your undead nature.”

With a scoff and an eye roll, Astarion started to follow you, mumbling under his breath about the whole party being wild beasts who don’t care about their hygiene. As you walked along the docks, carefully jumping over larger patches of mud, a mud mephit buzzed past your face. Without thinking, you grabbed the shortsword that hung on your hip, quickly killing it. The mephit exploded as your sword slashed it, spraying thick mud onto you and your silent stalker behind you.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Astarion groaned, causing you to turn around and point your weapon towards him. Before you could say anything, your attention was taken away when the gurgling and bubbling of the mud puddle left behind from the dead mephit morphed into a new one.

You knew in an instant that you had, yet again, bit off more than you could chew. Everytime you would kill one of these creatures, one to two could spawn from its place. You needed to find whatever it was that was near that tree and leave as soon as possible. The only problem was that the person who was most likely to evade these creatures was the one who had been the most resistant to pursue this little side quest.

“Astarion, you need to go to that tree and find the evidence while I take care of the swarm,” you commanded as you cast a spell that froze some of the enemies.

“Me? Why can’t you do it?” He asked, shocked and quite offended that you would even consider asking him to ruin his clothes further..

“Just go, Astarion!” The frozen mephits were beginning to thaw. “It’s the least you could do,” the words after I’ve let you drink my blood the past few nights left unsaid as you prepared another spell.

He groaned once more before sidestepping past you and running through the swarm of mephits. As he got closer to the tree, his eyes began to frantically scan the bark for any hint of something out of place before finding a groove in the wood that held a small pouch, a crumpled piece of paper inside. He hoped this was the piece of evidence you were looking for, as he was not going to spend one more second in the squelching mud.

While Astarion was grabbing the evidence, you cast cloud of knives into the heart of the swarm. It instantly killed two of the creatures, which upon exploding killed three more. The victory was short lived as seven new mephits started to emerge from the mud.

“Really, Tav? Was that the smartest idea?” Astarion yelled at you as he dashed through the growing swarm. As he made his way back to the docks, a mephit attacked, slashing his side. He faltered for a moment before continuing towards you, one hand clutched to the stinging wound.

You both ran into the wetlands until you were sure you were out of sight, breathing heavily as you regained your composure. As you supported yourself against a tree, you noticed Astarion wincing as he moved his hand from his wound, a greenish sludge mixed in with his blood. “Here, let me heal you,” you said while picking up your lute from behind you.

“I don’t need your help, thanks,” he spat at you, “I’ll just have Shadowheart heal me like she always does.” He began to walk away, stopping when he heard the strings of the lute being plucked. He chuckled, “Now darling, while I do appreciate the sentiment behind ‘music healing the soul’, now really isn’t the time for a serena-” his words stopped in his mouth as he noticed a faint orange glow around the instrument.

The lute seemed to emanate a soft, otherworldly glow, its strings bathed in ethereal light. Golden trails of light followed your fingers as you concentrated on the hymn. Astarion took a step towards you, entranced by the soothing melody and dancing lights. The trail of light from your fingers began to grow as it reached up towards him, circling around his waist until it seeped into his open cut. As you finished the song, the light left your fingers and continued along the trail up to Astarion’s wound before disappearing completely. You opened your eyes to find the vampire staring at you with an open mouth.

“What was that?” he asked.

Unable to answer, you changed the subject. “Did you find anything?”

“Yes, this pouch with a piece of trash in it – but don’t change the subject; what was that you just did? I feel…” he paused, taking in the warmth that had seeped into his skin from the song you had played, “... refreshed,” he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“It’s just something that I learned when I was younger,” you said quietly before pushing yourself off the tree and grabbing the pouch in his hands. Not wanting to talk about it, you began walking back towards the voices of your group.

“Well, I must say that whatever it was, was more rejuvenating than Shadowheart’s healing spells. Not as much as your delicious blood,” he said, voice thick with flirtation, “but beggars can’t be choosers, as they say.”

Your response was a brief nod and a grunt, and the two of you returned to the group in silence.

#bg3 #astarion x tav #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 astarion #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 karlach #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale

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acethatlovesdinos · 1 year ago

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It took like three weeks of on-and-off motivation to finally get this done, but I felt the need to do so as I've read through @mooshywrites's incredible AstarionxReader fanfiction Bloodied Stars, specifically a scene in Chapter 5.

Faelar's character seems wonderful, and I took liberties on his design due to his minimal description.

I adore how this ended up! Thank u Mooshy for giving me such lovely inspiration :]

This is just a funny side note, as I was coloring the sky, I wanted a bit of extra color, like a pretty red nebula, and as I was scribbling with pinks and reds on the paper I accidentally made, like, this perfect heart? I was holding the sketchbook diagonally and coloring left-to-right (as a left-handed) so I didn't even notice the shape until I turned it upright to look at it

I guess even my subconscious ships them lmaoooo

#mooshywrites #bloodied stars #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 art #bg3 fanart #astarion bg3 #astarion baldurs gate #bg3 astarion

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grandmother-goblin · 1 year ago

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Can’t sleep, going to make a poll because I have two ideas for another Astarion x Reader fic and I’m not sure which one to work on first.

Option 1: Dom!Astarion and Sub!Reader. After you and Astarion complete a risky mission, Astarion decides you need a break from the all the stressful decision-making and planning. You’re more than happy to relinquish control. Might involve Reader wearing a leash/collar.

Option 2: Predator/prey. You agree to let Astarion hunt you for fun. When he catches you, he can do whatever he wants. You’re determined to give him a challenge. Probably will involve light bondage and vampire typical biting. (Yes I know I already did a predator/prey fic but it was fun and I wanna do it again)

#grandmother goblin grumbles #astarion x reader #x reader

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plasma-packin-peep · 1 year ago

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If you put AstarionxReader content in the karlach tag for no reason you will die by my blade

#unacceptable indefensible #im here for my wife not that clown #bg3

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bellasmumblingsandmusings · 9 months ago

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Teaser Tuesday/WIP Wednesday!

Tagging @nyx-knox @roguishcat @bardic-inspo @bloodinwine No pressure! Give me a teaser of what you are working on! Because I post

What Could Have Been on Weds, I am gonna try and do these on Tuesdays!

SPOILERS Ahead! For Chapter 13!

Astarion hadn’t expected such swiftness from her; he had envisioned her drawing it out—turning it into a game. But the boldness of her action struck him like a spark to tinder, igniting a primal hunger within him. His eyes roved over her, unabashedly drinking in every curve, every shadow. “Very good,” he murmured, his grin widening, his gaze darkening with unspoken promises. “But I’m afraid that’s only the beginning... I want all of it, pet.” Sima leaned back further into the chair, draping her legs over one of the arms, her body arching in a languid stretch that was as provocative as it was defiant. Her hair spilled down one side, her back curving elegantly against the chair’s cushion. “Oh... I suppose you mean this last, inconvenient scrap of lace.” She gestured to the thin black thong at her hips, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I might take it off... perhaps. Or maybe,” she purred, eyes locking onto his with a tantalizing glint, “you should come over here and use those pretty teeth of yours.”

Chapter 13 drops tomorrow! Weds Sept 11 2024 Chapters on Tumblr: Prologue, 1 , 2 , 3 , Interlude, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8 , 9 , 10 Interlude 2 , 11 , 12

Entire Story Link on AO3

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giantmultifandommasterlist · 1 month ago

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Giant Multi-Fandom Masterlist Guide (Alphabetized)

KEY:

✏️ = written blurb for each fic is given

✨= soulmate AU

(#/#) = number of chapters, completed

FANDOMS:

Anne with an E (Gilbert/Anne) ✏️

Arcane (Silco/Reader & Viktor/Reader) ✏️

Avatar: The Way of Water (Neteyam/Reade & Jake/Neytiri/Reader)

Balder's Gate 3 (Astarion/Reader) ✏️

Bridgerton (Anthony/Kate & Colin/Penelope)

Byler (Mike Wheeler/Will Byers)✏️

Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Detroit: Become Human (Connor/Reader)

Dune (Paul Atreides/Reader) ✏️

Game of Thrones (Brienne/Jaime & Tyrion/OC) ✏️

Ghosts UK (Captain/Havers)

Grishaverse (Kaz/Darkling/Matthias/Nikolai/Reader, Darkling/Alina) ✏️

Harry Potter (/Reader)

Hunger Games (Finnick/Annie, Peeta/Katniss, & Snow/Reader)

Hunter x Hunter (Gon/Killua)

IT (Richie/Eddie)

Little Women (Laurie/Amy)✏️

Marvel (MCU)

Phase 1 /Reader (Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Loki)✏️

Phase 2-4/Reader (Bucky Barnes, Bob Reynolds, Moon Knight system, Matt Murdock, Billy Russo, Frank Castle, Peter Parker, TVA Loki) ✏️

Peter Parker Whump, Wanda Maximoff Whump, Frank/Karen ✏️

Peacemaker (DC) (Adrian Chase/Reader) ✏️

Star Wars (Cassian Andor, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis, Ezra Bridger, Boba and Jango Fett/Reader, Kylo/Rey)

Stranger Things (Steve Harrington/Reader, Nancy/Robin)

The Last of Us (Joel/Reader, Sarah lives)✏️

Umbrella Academy (Dolores/Five, Klaus/Reader)

Wicked (Elphaba/Fiyero)

Miscellaneous (LOTR, TWD, Vikings, Narnia, Star Trek)

#astarionxreader #silcoxreader #steveharringtonxreader #byler #fiyeraba #loki/reader #reddie #everlarkfics #everlark #kazbrekker/reader #darklina #shirbert #harrypotterxreader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #neteyam x reader #bob reynolds x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader

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littlejuicebox · 1 year ago

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Dadstarion prompt (sorry if I missed the boat on this!) - insecure postpartum Tav, struggling with their new body. Maybe some body worship from Astarion 👀? (Personal experience - I really struggled postpartum with adjusting to my new body, it changed in ways I never even imagined). Thank you and just want to say I love your Astarion 🥰

Adore You

Thanks for your request! Not 100% sure this is what you were looking for, but I already had a mostly finished piece I was working on that definitely fits the body-worship and Tav struggling with her body parts of this prompt. It's smut, though, and when the smut gods bless, I cannot deny their gifts.

Glad you love my Astarion! I adore him. And he adores his Tav. ;)

Summary: You are struggling with your post-partum body. Astarion is here to remind you that he still adores you.

This follows my Dadstarion section of my AstarionxReader series. But no worries, you can read it as a OneShot. Here’s the gist: Astarion is mortal and you have three children together. Gale, named after the Wizard of Waterdeep and the twins. That’s about all you need to know! See my other fics for more info and storylines.

Tags/Warnings: smut with a plot, body image issues, angst w/ comfort, PiV, fingering, oral, light overstim, light daddy kink, breast milk, breast milk drinking, all the depravity i'm generally known for tbh, light creampie kinda?

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I'm an unhinged degenerate and no I won't apologize. Also women’s bodies are amazing and can produce life and are beautiful and my Astarion appreciates that about his Tav okay?

“Thank the gods for the nanny,” Astarion says with a dramatic sigh as he enters the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him, “Gale was about to make me read ‘P is for Peacock’ a third time and I was close to ripping my hair out, darling.”

You chuckle softly as your husband greets you from where you’re seated at the vanity with a brief kiss and then moves to the small table in the corner of your bedroom to pour himself a goblet of wine.

“And the twins?” He asks as his eyes watch the red liquid fall into the cup beneath it. He takes a few sips as you speak before setting the cup back down on the table.

“I’ve just fed them not too long ago and now they’re both asleep. Having Winifred to help me get them on the same schedule has been wonderful.” You respond as your husband nods and prepares a second, smaller goblet of wine, which he brings to you.

He settles himself beside you while you finish braiding your hair for bed and hums contentedly, “Perfect.”

Astarion’s hands wrap around your midsection and before you can stop yourself, you feel your body tense under his touch. The silver-haired elf pauses and frowns before retracting his hands, “Do you not want me to touch you, darling? You need only tell me.”

You sigh and shrug as you finish off the half-portioned goblet in one long drink, mostly to avoid your husband’s gaze, “It’s not that, it’s— it’s stupid.”

“Look at me, little love.” He whispers, his fingers coming under your chin as they gently coax you to face him and meet his gaze. He moves forward and presses a soft kiss against your lips before continuing, “I love you. More than anything. You know this. Now, won’t you tell me whatever is the matter so that I can help?”

Your husband waits as you gather your thoughts. It’s complicated, it’s embarrassing. You know it’s silly, and vain, and yet you can’t help yourself. And you aren’t quite sure how to verbalize it all.

“I hate my body.” You finally say, your voice cracking as you speak, and something about finally saying that evil little thought aloud causes tears to spring in your eyes.

Astarion’s mouth falls open in surprise and then he furrows his brows and quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders, not knowing what to say or do apart from physically enveloping you in his love.

You continue on, speaking into his neck, sniffling as a few more tears run down your cheeks, “After Gale, I quickly returned to my previous weight. I hadn’t had any stretch marks. But carrying the twins— it’s different, Astarion. And I was expecting it to an extent but I just— I hate my body and I hate the way I look.”

There is a moment of silence as your husband simply holds you against him, allowing space for your tears. When he speaks, his voice is a soft murmur into your hair, “Not that you should care what I think, but I adore your body, darling. And I love everything about the way you look.”

You scoff and withdraw from your husband with teary, reddened eyes narrowed at him, “You have to say that.”

“I do not have to do anything,” He retorts, arching his eyebrow in a challenge, “Weren’t you the one that taught me that?”

When you don’t respond, Astarion continues on, knowing he’s won. He takes your hand in his, gently lifting it to press a kiss against your knuckle.

“I adore your hands. Which have both slain monsters and soothed our children,” He whispers before trailing kisses up your arm and to your neck where he presses another reverent kiss against those little fang scars.

“I adore your neck, which once provided me with sustenance I hadn’t known in centuries.”

Your face is beginning to grow hot under his devoted attention and compliments, and you move to shrink away from your husband, but he gently grabs you by the waist. He leans into you and brushes his nose at the meeting point between your ear and neck as he inhales the smell of your skin.

“Why are you trying to hide from me, darling?” He asks with a little sulky pout, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m not, I—“ You begin, but Astarion quickly shushes you.

“Then just be quiet and let me adore you, hm?” He asks before running his tongue against those fang marks, making you shiver.

You nod slightly and your husband grins, “Good girl. Now, come here.”

Astarion pats his lap and you slide to sit upon his thighs, forgetting your finished goblet on the floor underneath your vanity stool. He rests his chin upon your shoulder as the two of you gaze in the mirror together.

“Do you remember when I used to do this all the time?” Astarion asks, not truly waiting for a response before his long fingers trace down the side of your neck, brush along your collarbone, and then wander toward your waist, aiming to untie your dressing gown. He moves slowly and watches your expression in the mirror, waiting for you to give him any indication to stop.

But you didn’t want him to stop. Despite your feelings about your body, you still deeply crave your husband’s comforting touch.

The silky fabric slips down your shoulders and pools around your waist, baring you before his adoring eyes. The elf smiles and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, still watching the two of you in the mirror.

“Beautiful,” He whispers as he peppers a few kisses up your shoulder and the back of your neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps across your skin.

Astarion slowly drifts his hands up your sides before moving to cup a heavy, milk-stretched tit in each hand. The sensation causes you to wriggle.

His tone is reverent, almost a whisper as he turns his head just slightly and flashes a toothy grin, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, “I adore your breasts, which have fed our eldest and now feed our twins.”

He chuckles salaciously before saying the next part, “And which, on more than one delicious occasion, have also fed me.”

Your husband lightly teases circles around your nipples as he finishes the line that he knows will cause you to blush and then gently nips at your ear lobe, earning him a gasp. You feel Astarion’s arousal pressing into your backside as he continues to caress your breasts and uses two fingers from each hand to tease and stimulate your nipples. You arch into his touch and your thighs press together as you feel a growing slickness between your legs from his attentions.

One of your breasts begins to leak milk, and when your husband feels the warm liquid dripping onto his fingers he hums and brings the digits to his lips. You watch in the mirror as Astarion dips the two fingers into his own mouth and licks them clean while continuing to tease your other breast.

It isn’t long before that one begins leaking, too, and your lover chuckles in delight as he watches the liquid gold trail down the bottom of your breast and languidly drip down your stomach.

The elf brings two fingers to slowly swipe up the stream of white liquid. Then he brings those same fingers to your lips, prompting you to open your mouth.

“Good girl,” He purrs before pressing those two digits against your tongue. Astarion lingers for a moment and you shut your eyes as you eagerly wrap your lips around his slender fingers and suck. You hear a little hum by your ear and feel your lover’s cock twitch in delight underneath you as he observes the scene.

“You are a vision, love.” He murmurs, as he slides his hand away from your lips, “Now, let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

The elf gestures for you to stand, causing your robe to completely slide off your body into a pool on the floor, before he quickly spins you and then hoists you onto the vanity desk. The smallest flicker of that arrogant rogue dances across his face as Astarion moves forward to dip his tongue into your mouth. He unhurriedly teases your tongue against his as he roams his hands up and down your torso until you're panting and moaning softly into his mouth.

When he retracts, his pupils are filled with lust. His hands come to quickly pull his shirt over his head and then undo the laces of his trousers. Before long he’s standing in front of you in only his small clothes.

Astarion grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge straining between his legs as he asks, “Do you feel what that divine body of yours does to me, little love?”

“Yes– my love, I want–” You begin as you eagerly try to delve your hand inside your husband’s undergarments, desperate to free his gorgeous cock. But he catches your wrist and stops you with a soft tut and a playful glint in his eyes.

“Soon. But not yet, darling. I haven’t quite finished adoring you yet. And I’ve got the best seat in the house.” He teases, before settling himself back onto the vanity bench and grinning mischievously up at you, “Now, be a good girl and open those beautiful, plush thighs of yours for me, won’t you?”

You oblige, and Astarion takes a moment to admire you, fully barren to him and already soaked with arousal. His arms come under your knees, spreading you wider for him, as he grips your thighs with his hands. Then he turns and begins pressing tender kisses up your thigh. He makes slow work of the task, humming contentedly on his journey toward your sex and always lingering longer in the spots where you’ve developed stretch marks.

By the time his face is right in front of your mound, you’re positively leaking for Astarion and he groans appreciatively at the sight.

“Beautiful. I will never tire of seeing that gorgeous cunt dripping for me, darling,” He murmurs and before you can respond, your husband is delving his tongue between your folds and eagerly feasting upon your juices.

You moan in delight when Astarion brings his tongue to trace around your clit, so familiar with your preferences that it doesn’t take long for him to coax you toward your peak. His tongue dances expertly around the swollen nub, each pass causing your pleasure to build. Two of his long, pale fingers slide into you, meeting no resistance, and he slowly pumps the digits in and out of your walls.

You grasp onto Astarion’s curls and whine when he adds a third finger, and he knows you’re close, so he continues his ministrations and adds more pressure as he curls his fingers just so. His other hand comes up to find your nipple and tease it between his fingers as you climb the final steps toward your climax.

A final flick of Astarion’s tongue, a final stroke of his fingers, and you burst with pleasure, whining in delight as your thighs tremble on either side of his head. Your walls spasm and send another gush of arousal onto the elf’s face. You begin leaking breast milk once again.

“Delicious,” Your husband murmurs as he pulls back slightly to admire the glistening of your sex and then presses forward and takes one more lap of your sensitive folds, causing you to buck into his mouth as he chuckles against you. Astarion languidly runs his tongue up to your stomach, lapping at the thin rivulets of milk running down your torso and covering his face in a shiny layer of your juices and breast milk.

Then he stands to his full height and finally— finally— steps out of his small clothes. His pale cock springs proudly from its confinement, dripping thin strings of pre-come from the reddened tip, just for you.

“Get over here, Astarion,” You eagerly demand, voice hoarse from your cries as you hook your legs around his torso and pull him against you.

“Anything for my little love,” Your husband responds, voice full of gravel as he runs the underside of his cock against your slit, using it to lubricate his length.

And then the head of his cock presses into you and your mouth falls open as Astarion buries himself to the hilt. His thumb comes to lightly tease your still-tender clit as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth. He’s watching your face intently as he thumbs circles around that needy, engorged bundle of nerves.

You use your legs to pull the elf deeper and he grins before lowering his head so that it’s right by your ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth and suckles gently, causing you to whimper.

“You’ll do one more for me, won’t you darling? You always look so gorgeous when you do.” He coaxes, his mouth so close to your ear his breath tickles the sensitive flesh. And then he’s pitching his hips just slightly, aiming to hit your favorite spot with the tip of his cock. He’s gasping and grunting now as his own need for release starts to overpower him.

You’re almost there. You’re keening with each thrust from Astarion and your walls are clenching tighter and tighter around his cock.

He moans in response at the sensation before pressing his thumb harder against your clit and rubbing it with single-minded intensity, working you toward release. You begin to relentlessly whimper again and Astarion smiles, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches your face contort in the feeling of immense pleasure.

“There you go, little love. Let go for daddy.” He whispers, bringing his other hand to palm the ample flesh of your ass.

And gods, you do.

The second orgasm ripples through you harder than the first, and you have to clasp your hand around your mouth to stifle your moan. Your walls are pulsing around your lover’s cock as you ride the wave of ecstasy.

You go almost slack and before long Astarion is ripping your hand away from your face and pressing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss as he begins to rut wildly into you, shaking the vanity with every thrust.

“Gods, the things your body does to me,” He growls as he pulls away from your lips, snapping his hips at a punishing pace as he chases his own release. Astarion’s hand is clutching firmly into your bottom, gripping so tightly there’s sure to be bruising tomorrow. His curls fall in front of his face and his ears begin to turn red as he continues to fuck you into oblivion.

Your husband is trying with every fiber of his being to hold on, to stretch out the delicious sensation of his cock plunging in and out of your walls, but every stroke into your tightness is pushing him further and further towards his peak. He snaps his eyes shut, shaking with the effort it’s taking him to restrain himself, to continue enjoying the feeling of your flesh gripping around his.

You are so thoroughly fucked that you cannot do anything but hold onto your lover and keen underneath him as he continues pounding into you.

“Darling— hells — my love, you’re so tight, I can’t— I’m—“

And then with a sudden, sharp inhale of breath, Astarion is burying his thick length inside your walls and trembling as his cock twitches, relentlessly releasing its spend. He gasps into your ear as he slows his hips, but continues to rut, using his still-hard length to press his seed deeper into you.

His praises come out in an incoherent string as he continues to languidly rock his hips back and forth. You cup his face in your hands as you kiss him, and Astarion smiles into the kiss, finally stilling his hips as his cock softens between you two.

“Come here, little love.” He whispers, hooking his arms underneath you. You intuitively wrap your legs around your husband’s torso and he easily carries you to the bathroom. When he finally places you down, he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and then places a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, turning to start the tap before tossing a glance over his shoulder and chuckling lightly, “And then I have to fix your braid, dear… I’m sorry to tell you that I ruined it.”

“I think you might have also bruised my ass,” You respond, turning to flash your bottom at Astarion.

He drops down on his knees to examine the curve of your ass, one nimble finger brushing against the blooming blue marks. You let out a little whine in response, the flesh still tender.

Astarion presses his lips onto the bruise and lingers for a moment. Then he pulls away and frowns slightly, eyes glossing across the marks before he looks up at you and says, “I’m sorry, darling.”

“It’s okay,” You respond, glancing back to grin over your shoulder. You see your husband peering up at you, the picture of devotion, “I enjoyed it.”

“Did you, now?” He asks with an amused smirk, his eyebrow cocking in that signature arrogant way of his.

You nod just slightly as he places another kiss against those little bruises. His hands travel up your thighs, brushing against the wetness dripping from your sex and onto your legs. Two fingers tenderly stroke between your drenched slit.

“Hmm, and what do we have here, little love? Is this something else that needs cleaning? Won’t you let me take a look?”

You blush but oblige anyway, leaning forward over the counter and exposing your sex, leaking with Astarion’s seed and your arousal.

He grins and licks a long strip between your folds, causing you to buck slightly and whimper at the stimulation on your still-sensitive cunt.

“Too sensitive? Want me to stop?” He asks gently from behind you, one hand wrapped around your thigh.

“No, keep going.” You urge him, bending forward to further reveal yourself to him, eager to feel his skilled tongue pressed into you once more.

A small groan of appreciation from your husband is all you hear before he delves his tongue back between your legs, working to clean up the mess he made.

The bathtub overflows and spills water onto the floor before he’s done adoring you. At least for tonight.

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