#baldur's gate astarion

[leilah-durge]

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[cheekylittlepupp]

[radical-ghostface]

Absolutely feral for this bloodsucking mf

[fools-of-faerun]

I really love stupid jokes like this. 😁

[avalkyriessinfuldream]

{ I Love How They Kiss each other in front of people is fucking adorable }

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[4astarion]

how he makes me feel: _(´ཀ`」 ∠)_

[mercymaker]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 & 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄 + 😘

[astarion-my-beloved]

Jaheira and Astarion's bickering as we're walking fucking kills me. i love them.

[pani-artz]

✨BATSTARION BURRITO✨

He seems to like it

Drawing Batstarion gives me so much serotonin❤️❤️😭😭

[mycurrentobsessionis]

Arabella: Halsin, how do I get revenge on someone who's wronged me? Halsin: Well, little one, the best revenge is letting go and living well. Arabella: ... Arabella: Astarion, how do I--

[vandoesart]

I was watching The Good Place and I instantly thought of Astarion when this scene came up

[leighsartworks216]

Astarion sneakily getting a peek of Tav's sketchbook to see multiple drawings of the same guy and he's like "ooooh someone has a crush 😏" and then Tav just kinda has to sit there like "haha yeah sure do 😳"

This is just such a funny concept to me lmao

He takes a look at the drawings and is like ".... is he a vampire too...?" Everyone else is just trying not to fuckin burst out laughing

[cheekylittlepupp]

The infamous leg hook

Ahh, why does Larian have to hide the angle from us...

[leilah-durge]

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[feyascorner]

Okay perhaps this sounds odd but imagine Astarion starts to disassociate while intimate with Tav and so he uses their established safe word, only to be bewildered when Tav actually listens to him and stops and asks if he’s okay and tries to comfort him because nobody has cared that much before 😢

OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME (i love it) warning for suggestive content :)

For as long as Astarion's been genuinely intimate with you, for no other reasons but simply because of the affection the two of you hold for one another, he has always been in control.

It soothes him, in a way, to be on top. And as much as he enjoys watching you come undone beneath him, there's a more frustrating reason behind why he always feels the need to be the one to push you down onto whatever surface he deems decent enough at the time. From above you, he can see every little twitch in your body, every shift in your expression, and most of all, he can control what's happening, unlike his centuries spent as a seductive tool for Cazador's own needs.

He knows you're not like those fools. He knows you're different, and you're special to him. But the gnawing voice in the back of his head always forces him to pull you in, to hold you closer, to make love to you.

It's fucked up in so many ways.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

But when you look up at him with those imploring, loving eyes, the voice seems to go quiet. He swallows the dryness of his throat, unable to think of anything but how wonderful your touch feels on his skin, and he thinks he could drown in this forever. He's putty in your hands, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Well? Don't be a tease just standing there, darling."

In what feels like minutes, he's a mess. He's making sounds he shouldn't be making, fingertips digging into your hips as if they're the anchors keeping him from finishing too early. He breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, groaning when you caress the sharp tip of his ear between your fingers.

The only thing keeping him from spilling is the impending embarrassment he'd feel for doing so this early on in the night.

Then, everything stops.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper.

They're only words. They're not ones he's heard little of---in fact, he's heard it too much in the past two hundred years. In an instant, memories of the nights he spent under strangers, forced to shove his mind into its darkest corners just to get through their own pleasures, flood his consciousness. The sickening taste in his mouth afterward, and the need to rub his skin till it goes raw were not uncommon. It was routine. A sick part of his life that he'd rather forget.

You don't mean it the same way they did. They only said things like that because that's all they could say. They didn't know him as anything but the husk of a body he resided in. He knows you are saying the words to him. Not to his body but to the very person he is.

But the word comes spilling out his mouth, and immediately, you freeze.

You actually stopped.

Of course, you would. You're you.

"Are you okay? Did I do something?" you reach to cup either of his cheeks, and he stares at you as if you're a star that's fallen from the sky. He blinks, slowly.

"I don't know, I just---" he searches for words. "--you haven't done anything wrong, darling."

You wait for him to finish patiently. Gods, he doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve you.

"I only remembered something I'd rather not," he plasters a crooked grin on his face. "It's quite alright. We can continue now if I haven't ruined the mood."

You pull away from him, and he fears you'll leave.

Moments later, you return with a glass of water. Wordlessly, you hand it to him, and he only stares at it, confused beyond belief. Only once he notices the way you gesture to the glass does he drink it, and you finally climb back into bed, lying down beside him.

"Come here," you open your arm, motioning him to come closer.

"Darling, as much as I'm all for experimenting, that's a strange position to have sex in."

You smile, shaking your head. You don't explain any further, only continuing to hold out your arm.

Hesitant though curious, he slowly lies down beside you, his head just above your chest and slotted between the space below your chin. With gentle hands, you pull him closer and toss the blanket over both of your bodies.

It's warm. Strange, but warm.

"You don't have to wear a mask with me," you whisper.

His eyes grow wide, and his chest stills. He doesn't have many tears left after 239 years, but there's an unfamiliar squeeze in his chest that tells him if he were still 39 and alive, he might have. Astarion wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into where he can hear the steady beating of your heart.

Later, when your eyes begin to droop, he mumbles.

"Tell me I'm beautiful again."

"You're beautiful," you say softly. "With or without your pretty face."

You might be imagining it, but you feel him smile against your skin.

[avalkyriessinfuldream]

{ Don’t make me mad my darling or you’ll know what will happen now don’t you~ }

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The chills running down his pets body was noticeable, soon he will have to turn him fully into his little vampire because he won’t stand for his love to leave his castle as his pet has done now more then once. It made him realize he had to take his life away to keep him all to himself & for him to be an obedient little dog that he should be.