God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

Wanna know what Astarion loves more than doing tav"s make up? RUINING IT. He loves watching the tears from overstimulation run down their cheeks messing up the make up they worked so long on.

He’s so mean about it too, making fun of you as he ruins you.

Your makeup is smeared and running from tears and drool alike, your eyes rolling back as Astarion’s hips pump rhythmically against yours. You don’t even know how many times you’ve cum, but he must have the stamina of a god. He holds your hips still when you writhe, the sensitivity driving you insane as he ruins you.

What a good pet you are, taking him so well. Let him spread your legs wider- perfect. Oh, such a mess. You can’t even keep your face together after a few rounds? How pathetic. He's close, hold on love. He finishes deep inside with a low groan, and you twitch when he finally removes himself from you. Kneeling, looking down at your panting form, he gently grabs your hips.

With a sharp smile he suddenly pulls your hips to his face, your shoulders the only thing on the ground as he devours you. You didn't think he would leave a mess, did you? Stop squirming, pet, he'll be quick.

hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

Pictured: Gale rolling a nat 1 on his insight check

The strength economy is in shambles.

100% Karlach just thinks a deathmatch is a fun friendly time

im cooking

The continuation of tailor Astarion ✨️

a little self-indulgent comic :>

I kept seeing this cold wall/sleep arrangement meme and wanted to give it my own spin, I hope this has been informative.

yeah , don't know if anyone notice it but I used the face from the spongebob meme xD

Imagine Astarion with ears so sensitive that he's never willingly allowed anyone to touch them except for you. Imagine laying next to him in your bed, facing him, lifting your hand up slowly for that first touch. His eyes on yours, the rapidity of the breath he doesn't need to take, but still does reflexively. Seeing that he's nervous, but that he's trusting you, feeling his shaking hand come to rest on your waist. The audible sound he makes- half a moan, half a gasp- when you finally brush your thumb over the soft skin at the tip of his ear.

You trace the long shell of his ear and watch his pretty eyes, deep red like velvet in the moonlight, flutter shut. He says your name softly, as close as you've ever heard him to prayer. You pinch his earlobe gently, and his hips roll forward involuntarily, the jut of his hipbone pressing against your thigh as he makes himself still. Heat flares low in your belly, but you tamp it down as quickly as possible- likewise, Astarion makes himself still against you. This isn't sex and won't become sex, you'd promised each other (though that's not to say that you won't explore this thoroughly during one of your hours-long lovemaking sessions. He is all about experimentation these days, after all).

You lay there, touching him in his most vulnerable place, with reverence and grace and occasionally disbelief that you could be here at all with this beautiful, horrible, ridiculous and wonderful man, that you could be trusted so completely. You take in his every shuddering breath, the flexing of his fingers in your shirt, the softness of his mouth when he presses his lips to yours and tells you he loves you. If you have your way, if he has his, if somehow your utterly insane lives hold together for a year or a decade or ten, it will always be like this.

Just being kept by Ascended Astarion. Being dressed and clothed and made up by him, eating when he tells you to eat, going out when he tells you to go out, lifting up your skirts for him when he tells you to and sitting on whatever furniture is closest as you let him have his way with you. I think it’d be nice actually.

It would be, wouldn’t it? There's no thoughts worth having in that pretty little head, just let him take care of you.

You spend your days wearing the prettiest clothes and the shiniest jewels, reading books and painting and listening to music from a personal bard whenever you wish. When you choose to behave, life is easy. If you're really good, maybe he'll let you try blood from something sentient for the first time. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Of course you would, pet.

He's usually busy during the day, but he takes time to check on you sporadically. His steps are so quiet you almost wouldn't notice. You're sprawled on a chaise lounge, wrapped up in some book. It wasn't particularly interesting, but nothing really was anymore. Slim fingers gently take the book from your grasp, setting it down on the end table. His other hand settles on your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes are half-lidded as his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. He's missed you, love. Why don't you show him how much you missed him too, hm?

astarion is cheating

This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠

don't tell him I said that

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

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