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charmandabear · 4 months

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Good Pain

Summary:

“Another nightmare?” He speaks softly into her hair as she curls further into his chest, relishing in the cool relief his skin brings. She nods wordlessly and his arms tighten around her. “What do you need, my love?” Zalaria can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the smell of his perfume mingling with his natural musk and her heart quickens. What she wouldn't give to lose herself in him right now.

Pairing: Astarion/Tiefling!Tav

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: praise kink, rough oral sex, rough sex in general, hair pulling, breath play, analingus, soft dom!Astarion, sub!Tav, vampire bites, blood drinking, aftercare, plus size Tav, using Tiefling horns as handlebars

Link on AO3.

A friend was looking for "good fics that involve using horns as handlebars," and then shortly after that I got an anon requesting Astarion x Tiefling!Tav, which honestly felt like kismet. Hence Good Pain was born.

Once again, @zipzoomzaria is out here doing the lord's work in providing the perfect screenshot for my banner.

Thank you @nellyofthevalley for being an AMAZING beta.

@comatosebunny09 I believe you said something about being called "good girl"? 😈

A rumble. A sudden fall. Darkness.

Then mind shattering pain. Zalaria thought she had known pain, but nothing like that. Blades sliced through her skull, a bed of nails dug into her back. It felt like her fingernails were being wrenched out one by one. This is the end, she thought, I'll never know anything but pain ever again.

“Zalaria!”

A cool hand touches her face and her eyes shoot open. She’s panting, a thin layer of sweat coating her brow and spine. A face slowly comes into focus. His face.

Astarion leans over her, tangled silver locks falling into his eyes. Those stunning red eyes, so often guarded, hardened to maintain his carefully constructed facade, now brimming with concern. Zalaria presses her cheek into his palm, inhaling his comforting scent as she tries to regulate her breathing.

Zalaria can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the smell of his perfume mingling with his natural musk and her heart quickens. What she wouldn't give to lose herself in him right now.

She tilts her head up, pressing against him as she envelopes his lips into a heated kiss. She can feel the surprise startle his body, but it doesn't take him more than a second to reciprocate. He presses his hand into her lower back and her mouth opens to let his tongue slip between her lips.

“Fuck me until I can't remember my own name,” she murmurs into the kiss, and he lets out a high pitched giggle that’s usually reserved for when he’s particularly pleased with himself, but occasionally Zalaria manages to get it when she catches him off guard.

“You're certain?” He’s smiling as he drags his lips along her jaw.

“Remind me what good pain feels like,” she breathes, her tail wrapping around his leg. She can feel the sharp intake of breath deep in his chest.

“And you'll let me know if you need me to slow down?” His voice drops and Zalaria has lost the ability to form words, so she just whines and nods.

“Good,” he growls and forcefully flips her on her back. His slender fingers wrap around her throat and apply just a touch of pressure, just enough for him to feel the pulse of each breath she takes. He pushes his knee up between her legs, eliciting a light moan that vibrates in his hand. He pulls her face towards his and she arches her back in response, always so obedient. He kisses her roughly and she melts beneath his touch, letting herself be led wherever he wants to go.

“Such a good girl, letting me use you like this,” he hisses, and she chokes out a gasp that gets cut off by his hand. “I can do whatever I want with you, to you, and you’d thank me for it.”

Zalaria writhes on top of his leg, looking for relief but trying to patiently wait for permission.

“So eager,” he continues to coo, and he moves his hand from her throat to ghosting over her sleep shirt, her rapidly hardening nipples poking through the thin cotton. He slips his hand underneath her shirt and digs into the soft flesh of her belly, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks behind in her dimpled skin. She twists her fingers into her hair tightly to keep them from roaming.

He peels off her shirt and nips into her breasts, breaking the skin just enough to open two tiny puncture wounds. He laps up the droplets of blood as he marks her body, leaving evidence of his desire behind. Every tiny movement that agitates the tender bruises will remind her of his love, of what good pain feels like. With each bite she contorts beneath him, yearning for more of his touch, his teeth, his lips.

“At this rate I could make you cum without even touching you,” he hums with a satisfied smirk, pushing his knee up into her mound and feeling her wetness seep through her shorts. Zalaria whimpers and grinds against his thigh wantonly.

“Ah ah,” he chides gently and pulls his knee away, throwing it over one side of her and straddling her waist. “Not until I say so, pet. First you must prove yourself to me. Can you do that?”

She can see the beginnings of an erection tenting his pants, and the thought of him roughly fucking her mouth sends a spark of heat between her legs. She looks up at him and bites her lower lip, giving him something between a pout and a plea. He grabs her jaw again, thumb pulling down on her chin so that her mouth pops open for him, waiting to be filled.

“I said, can you do that?” he repeats himself, tightening his fingers. She yelps and a sound vaguely resembling assent works its way out of her mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he breathes and slides off his pants, dragging his half-hard cock up her belly. It takes everything in her power to keep her hands still, not daring to move them without Astarion’s command. He wrenches her mouth open and presses two fingers against her tongue.

“Suck,” he orders and she closes her lips around his fingers, working them as voraciously as if he had blessed her with his cock. She feels a jolt of delight as a breathy moan escapes his lips and she’s desperate to hear more. But he denies her that pleasure, taking his fingers back and using her saliva to bring himself to fully erect. Her eyes remain fixed on his cock, awaiting her treat hungrily.

“How much do you think you’ll be able to take, love?” He teases her lips with his tip and she cranes her neck impatiently. He instantly retaliates, grabbing hold of her horns and shoving her head back down onto the pillow.

“Naughty,” he snarls and Zalaria’s hips jerk with the sudden movement.

She can feel her slick coating her thighs and she lays tractably still, proving her compliance. His grip on her horns loosens and he strokes them, forcing a shiver down her spine.

“Do I need to take over?” he whispers dangerously.

She swallows a shaky breath, looking up at him towering over her, his light pink glans bobbing in front of her mockingly.

“Whatever it is you want, sir,” she rasps, eyes darting between his face and his cock mere inches away from her mouth. His lips curl into a devilish grin and he slides one hand down her face, grasping her chin tightly.

“That’s right, pet, whatever I want.” He yanks her mouth open and slides his cock in, her moan vibrating through his shaft. He moves both hands back to her horns, touch still infuriatingly gentle. Zalaria releases her jaw and opens her throat to welcome him deeper. He pushes in slowly, only stopping when he can feel her gag.

“Good girl, look how well you’re taking me,” he praises her on a low breath and she keens around his cock. He closes his grip on her horns once again and she freely relents to his control. He thrusts in and out of her mouth a few times, carefully curbing his speed with her horns.

She clenches the sheets in her hands, her cunt aching for relief as he fucks her mouth agonizingly slowly. He smirks, taking pleasure in how torturous this is for her.

“Shall I speed up? Can you take it? Have you earned it?” he croons and she nods, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He increases his pace, and her breathy moans are garbled by his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. His little grunts and groans as his pleasure builds ring in Zalaria’s ears like a hymn.

“You’re such a good girl, doing such a good job letting me fuck your face,” he shudders, head falling back and grip remaining tight.

She slides her hand close to her sopping pussy but doesn’t touch. She looks up and asks the question with her eyes and a whine.

“Yes, my sweet. Since you’re doing so wonderfully, you may touch yourself,” he pants and she groans with relief as her fingers slide through her swollen folds. “But keep your gaze trained on me,” he adds in a growl as her eyelids flutter with ecstasy. She snaps her attention to him, his crimson eyes glowering down at her and his curls swaying with each stroke. Her fingers circle her clit and she knows that she won’t last long staring at him. She moans around his cock plunging in and out of her, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

“Ah, fuck,” he stammers and his movement grows more erratic. Zalaria forces her eyes to remain open as she cries into his thrusts, his menacing stare and punishing pace enough to send her over the edge. He grabs onto the base of her horns and with a few more stuttered jerks of his hips he comes too, his hot seed flooding her mouth.

He pulls out and she swallows greedily, licking as much as she can off her lips. He pants and tilts her head up, kissing his semen off her lips. She stares up at him adoringly.

“You're so beautiful. My beautiful good girl,” he murmurs, stroking her cheek.

She nuzzles into him like a cat, her purr manifesting as a low hum in her throat. After a moment, she whispers, “Thank you, Astarion, this means a lot to me.”

He’s still straddling her torso, and she lazily strokes his calf by her side. He laughs, low and dangerous, as he swings his other leg over and grabs her hips.

“You don't think I'm through with you yet, my love?” The rumble in his throat emanates a wicked promise.

Zalaria looks at him quizzically but can’t help the way her breath catches. Her voice is horse as she splutters, “But don't you—”

He silences her with a fierce kiss before roughly turning her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass presses into his softening dick. He bends over her back and yanks her hair so his lips brush up against her ear.

“Do you still remember your name?”

She shivers as his teeth barely scrape along the shell of her ear.

“I- what? No, it’s fine—” she gasps, but a tug on her hair kills the words in her throat.

“Then I haven’t done my job.”

The venom in his voice might’ve scared Zalaria if it didn’t arouse her so much. He puts a little more pressure on her earlobe with his teeth and her mouth falls open in a suspended moan. He turns her head up slightly to look back at him.

“Unless it’s not what you want.”

His voice is icy, threatening even, but Zalaria knows that this is her opportunity to back out if she so pleases.

“No, it is what I want,” she pants, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes.

“I’m not convinced,” he spits into her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want, pet.”

“I-I want you,” she stammers, the strain on her neck pulling on her windpipe. “I want you to ruin me, Astarion. Please, sir, please use me however you want. Turn me into your obedient little pet.”

“And what else?” His hand tightens and Zalaria squeaks.

“Make me forget my name,” she keens, fists balling up the covers.

“That’s my good girl.” He releases her hair and massages her scalp, soothing the abused skin. He runs his lips down her shoulder blade, ending the trail with a bite that just barely breaks the skin.

“Count,” he demands.

“One.”

He laps up her blood.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The gears in Zalaria’s mind turn, following the rules of his game. Bite. Count. Lick. Thank you. She can understand that. She quivers with excitement, tail swishing anxiously as she waits for the next bite. It’s a little harder when it comes, and she can’t hide her cry before the “two.” His tongue soothes the puncture left behind and she lets out a shuddering breath.

“Th-thank you, sir.”

Zalaria gnaws on her bottom lip to brace herself against the pain. She knows there are more to come and she wants to be sure she responds correctly. He moves the next bite lower on her back and she can feel his lips smiling against her skin just before he sinks his teeth in.

“Ah- three.” She’s unsuccessful in her attempt to suppress the groan that precedes her count. Astarion’s front is still pressed into her back and she can feel his cock twitch lightly. She smiles internally knowing he won’t need much more time to recover. He lavishes his tongue over the bite.

“Thank you, sir.” Zalaria’s breath rushes out of her in a wave. He digs his fingers into her ass cheeks, leaving angry raised marks behind. He bites into her thick love handle, properly drawing enough blood to drink. He relishes her hiss of, “Four,” that morphs into a satisfied groan.

After a few delicious sips he licks her skin clean, and her raspy “thank you, s-sir,” is barely audible. He runs a languid hand across the curve of her ass, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He spreads her cheeks and presses the length of his hardening dick between them. His abs push against the base of her tail, adding a new slant of pain, and she bites down on the comforter to muffle her moan. Astarion responds with a swift slap across her ass cheek.

“No no, love, you know I need to hear you. I want to hear you loud and clear this time, understood?” His honeyed voice has an underlying edge to it that sparks an ember in her belly.

“Y-yes sir!” Zalaria chokes out a cry of assent. He strokes up the base of her tail and she arches into him.

“That's my good girl. Last one, alright? You've done very well so far,” he coos and her tense backside relaxes into his grip. He bends down and bites again, this time into the flesh perilously close to her hole.

“Five!” Her twisted cry of pleasure and pain reverberates like music in his ears. He runs the flat of his tongue in a long stripe up the inside of her cheek and she shudders in response.

“Thank you, sirrr-ah!!” she shouts, the words disintegrating into an unbridled moan. He plants a tender kiss on the bite mark to soothe it while caressing her hips.

“Such a good girl, you listened so well,” he murmurs into the plump skin of her ass. She rests her forehead on her arm, panting heavily. Her tail curls subconsciously around the back of his neck as he continues to cover her ass in kisses, each one growing progressively sloppier.

Zalaria, still trying to catch her breath, lets out a strangled yelp as she feels Astarion’s tongue flick the puckered skin around her hole. She bites into her forearm, just trying to keep still as the competing sensations of exhilaration and debauchery threaten to tear her body apart.

“Astar-” she whines, his name getting swallowed up by a heavy breath.

“Do you like that, pet?” Astarion chuckles, enjoying the feel of Zalaria writhing beneath him. He forcefully yanks her tail up as he reaches a hand between her legs, running a gentle finger along her dripping slit and eliciting another shuddering gasp. “It would seem so if this is anything to judge by.”

With her face buried into the covers, she can't see him, but rather hears him lasciviously suck her slick off his finger.

“Please,” she moans, the sound of it stifled in the cave created between her head and arm.

“Please what?” He asks the question almost innocently, a stark contrast to the depravity of his actions. He swirls his tongue around her anus as he puts his hand between her legs again, scooping up her juices. He wipes the wetness around her rim, pressing his finger into her slightly before licking her clean.

She chokes on a sob, her whole body trembling.

“Please f-fuck me,” she manages to squeeze the words out despite falling apart. He hums with approval, the vibration of it resonating deep within her.

“Well, since you've been so good for me this evening, I suppose I can grant you this,” he coos, pressing his now throbbing cock against her swollen cunt.

She cries out, whether in relief or anguish or something else entirely, she has no idea. The painful teasing of his dick along her folds as his vice-like grip on her soft hips holds her in place sends her reeling.

“And I want to hear you scream,” he says in a low thrum, running a hand up her back from ass to neck, pressing into the trail of still sensitive bite marks. He reaches his destination and grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up until she's staring at the ceiling. She wraps her tail around his arm, a loving caress for a cruel limb.

He lines up his tip with the entrance of her cunt, letting the slippery wetness lube up the head of his cock. He hisses as he slides into her, her tight walls clenching around him. An incoherent string of mewls and moans spills out of Zalaria as he fills her slowly, excruciatingly, until he’s sheathed up to his base. He bends forward and pulls on her hair until his lips meet her ear.

“Scream,” he repeats sharply before grabbing hold of both of her horns and pounding into her mercilessly.

Her uninhibited wails stutter with the force of his thrusts, each one hitting her cervix and sending a white hot jolt of lightning rocketing through her entire body. She arches her back into him, pushing up on her elbows to ease the strain of him pulling her toward him with her horns. Each slam of his hips, every slap of his balls against her puffy labia brings her closer to the edge. She needs to reallocate the energy keeping her tail around his arm and it slides down limp at her side.

He pushes her face down into the covers, holding onto her horns even tighter while his hips start to tear into her unevenly. The friction of the fabric against her nipples, the fact that she can tell he’s close, his wrenching grip on her horns; it all proves too much for Zalaria. She turns her face to the side—making sure he can hear her, as instructed—and keens loudly through her climax. He follows soon after, spilling his seed into her with a low, sated groan.

She’s still shaking as he pulls out of her, softening cock gleaming with a mixture of their cum. She falls forward onto her belly, out of breath and completely unable to move. He sidles up beside her and pulls her back into him close, his soft kiss on the base of her neck like a soothing balm.

“Do you remember your name?” he whispers against her ear. He sweeps hair out of her eyes and gazes down at her fondly.

“I, uh- huh?” Zalaria blinks, her head still swimming through the fog of sensations, trying to parse any thoughts from the mess.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” he titters and presses another kiss to her temple. He helps her sit up, grabbing a plush blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “I'll go put on water for tea,” he says, cradling her face in his hand briefly before stepping away to head to the kitchen a few rooms over.

She pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders, baring her teeth as it agitates the bites on her back. She takes a few steadying breaths while she nestles deeper into her blanket cocoon, absentmindedly stroking the soft fabric.

Astarion returns, picking his sleep pants up off the floor. Zalaria protests softly and he stops with one pant leg on. He smirks at her puppy-like expression.

“You’ll have to make room for me under that blanket, darling, you know that,” he says and slides back on the bed, pulling Zalaria up into his lap as she wraps the blanket around his back, shielding his scars from the cold air. She nuzzles up to his naked chest, breathing in his scent and providing enough warmth for both of them. He tilts up her chin gently with a knuckle, red eyes sparkling with his affection for her, and lays a sugary sweet kiss on her lips. She savors it, the taste that can sustain her through any nightmare.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion smut #baldurs gate smut #fanfiction #bg3 spoilers #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x tiefling #astarion x female tav #astarion x f!tav

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jules-from-tumbir · 10 days

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When you finally get to hug your favorite vampire boyfriend

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x tiefling #bg3 tiefling #tiefling tav #astarion romance #act 2 is absolutely breaking me emotionally

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zombiescones · 2 months

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Tailspin

Pairing: Astarion x Male Tiefling Tav (Named)/ m!OC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Astarion is fascinated with Veximor's tail and how it seems to betray the tiefling's true feelings. He wonders what other reactions it might have.

Wordcount: 2400

Warnings: Shameless smut (pwp, dirty talk, teasing, explicit sexual descriptions, rimming, anal sex, tail pulling).

I haven't written fanfiction in years... this game man

Fun notes on Veximor: He's a necromancer. Chaotic evil if you had to align him. Flamboyant, performative with Disney villain energy.

I'll have to write/draw more of him as this fic was slightly ooc for him (I guess)

#baldurs gate tav #bg3 #fic #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #fanfic #bg3 fic #bg3 astarion #astarion x oc #tiefling #astarion x tiefling #mlm

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loony-lupus · 2 months

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Hugs! (slowed)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #oc: faustine #astarion x tiefling

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mystra-midnight · 1 month

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Possession

summary: even if he hadn’t been a vampire, able to hear the wild thundering of her heart and feel the coiling of her muscles as he hovered over her like the cold, dead night, he would have known. he would have seen it in the depths of her fiery eyes.

tags: 18+ only. emotional anguish. brief mentions of rape. brief mentions of abuse. astarion being a respectable horndog. he's also got it bad for his girl: because he needs real love dammit

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: i finally started playing bg3 after waiting and waiting for it to be released and then never having the time. astarion is always my number one. here is a little moment with him and vitani, my bg3 character. but truly it could be any tiefling character or reader.

Panic.

That was what she had felt the first time she'd awoken to find Astarion staring down at her with those perfectly pointed fangs. It had pooled in the pit of her stomach and festered, burning as she swallowed around the feeling. Vitani had tried to push it down, tried to ignore the way it twisted through her organs like a snake, poisoning her from the inside out, starting where he couldn't see the damage.

Except he knew. Well, no, he suspected.

How could he have known the truth? He was but a stranger then, a predator looking for a meal. Astarion couldn't have possibly known the torment of her past when she refused to breathe life into it by speaking words aloud. He couldn't have known that the scars on her body were from something other than fighting. He couldn't have known that her body had not always belonged to her.

But he'd seen the mirror of his emotions in her demon eyes and had suspected the dark truth. When he'd looked down at her, watching the way she scrunched her eyes shut and refused to watch as he came closer, when he'd looked at how her claws burrowed into the dirt to ground herself, when he'd felt the tension coiled through her blood and watched how she refused to move or breathe, he suspected where her anxiety stemmed from.

At the beginning of his undead life, he acted much the same. But hunger won, and he'd fed.

She should have told him then, taking the time to explain the feelings his feeding invoked. She should have told him that it brought a long-buried past to the surface of her mind and turned memories into reality. Teeth and tongue, claw and fang— she felt them on her skin again. The bite of the whip as it lashed skin from bone. The taste of a dozen men’s essence.

The memories of those nights were unrelenting, making her feel so small, so helpless. Having him shadowed over her reminded her of how she’d been property to be taken and used. And yet, Vitani had trusted him for reasons she didn’t fully understand even now. And Astarion had almost betrayed that trust— he’d almost lost himself in blood-lust.

And now here they were, in the same situation again.

Except this time, he knew.

Even if he hadn’t been a vampire, able to hear the wild thundering of her heart and feel the coiling of her muscles as he hovered over her like the cold, dead night, he would have known. He would have seen it in the depths of her fiery eyes.

Vitani felt impossibly small, lost in the memories bubbling to the surface of her mind as she lay beneath him. There was a rising panic threatening to choke her. A secret part of her wanted to fight and hide her feelings: to keep him at arm's length.

Breath struggled to feed her starving lungs as she took in the sight of him— beautiful and haunting, untouched by the hands of time. He smelled like bergamot and rosemary, and his lips tasted like brandy when he kissed her. Astarion always seemed to invade her senses, somehow smothering and drowning her while breathing life into her lungs.

Her fingertips touched his cool skin and traced along the points of his ears, eliciting the undead's pleased and quiet growl. But even that sound couldn't soothe her as it usually did. Her skin felt burned beneath the weight of his desires, yet she shivered beneath his ice-cold touch.

"Sweet flower." His voice was soft, each syllable breathy, as light as air. His lips followed a familiar path along the slope of her neck, where the tips of his fangs caught at her racing pulse. Her body jolted beneath him, pleasure and trepidation painting the whimper that tumbled past her traitorous lips.

Her claws found purchase in his pale skin, but he felt them tremble. Her hips canted, seeking friction, and he caught them in his palms to pin her in place.

"Vitani." His voice was louder this time, though no less captivating.

This time, fiery orbs drew open to find his vermillion stare. His eyes had deepened to blood red and glistened beneath the moonlight. Vitani stared at him, brows drawn together ever so slightly. For a moment, he was tempted to soothe the wrinkles away with the swipe of his thumb, but he was as still as night.

"Astarion?" Her voice shook, quaked beneath the force of her emotions, arousal and lust, hesitation and fear. His expression was soft yet serious as he gazed into her eyes, refusing to let her look away and count the stars, as she so often did to avoid talking about her emotions.

He had learned how she behaved— how she thought and fought. Vitani had a tenacity that rivalled their hellion companion and a magical finesse that made the Wizard of Waterdeep envious. He had also learned what upset, frightened, and excited her.

And through each minute spent in her company, he had ached for this moment. Astarion longed to feel her velvet heat wrapped around his length, for her to give herself to him as he gave himself to her. He wanted to hear her scream his name, to watch her write beneath him, to swallow the breathless moans from her lips. Astarion longed for her, craved her, and coveted her.

But he could not hurt her.

"I can feel you shaking," he said softly, leaning down to ghost his nose along hers. "We do not need to. A kiss is more than enough for now. We can stop." Even his appetites, the carnal lust that ruled his roost, could not stay satiated on the taste of her lips alone.

Their placement was not unlike the first time: her on her back, him between her thighs. But it was so very different. Clothes had been forfeited in the heat of the moment, now lying haphazardly on the forest floor. She could feel the weight of his erection pressed against her core, the chill that met her heat. And this time, she wanted him more than she could remember wanting anyone, more than she'd wanted her freedom for so many years.

This time, he was not a predator, and she was not prey.

"No," she answered in a whisper.

He was partway through peeling himself from her, the separation of their skin agonizing in his mind, when her thighs tightened around his slim waist, trapping him there. "I don't want you to stop."

The Pale Elf lofted a finely sculpted brow as his undead heart thumped. She canted her hips again, letting his erection press through her slick folds, letting him feel her arousal. With seeking hands, she pulled him down and found his lips with her own. She smelled like nightshade and lavender and tasted like vanilla. And his head swam.

And in that moment, Vitani knew that her body was still not her own. But she was not afraid because it belonged to Astarion— the pale elf who had lived two centuries, who had been possessed, used, and manipulated. Who had been hurt, and who had been broken. They were kindred spirits— opposite sides of the same coin. If ever there was one person who understood the wild racing of her heart and the torment of her thoughts, it was him.

"I'm yours, Astarion."

And as though words had not been enough to prove her devotion, Vitani offered him her throat.

#astarion #astarion x vitani #astarion x tiefling #astarion smut #astarion fanfiction #astarion x ofc #astarion drabble #astarion imagine #astarion bg3

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radical-ghostface · 2 months

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I love them 🥹💕

Also just look at how good he looks covered in blood 🥵

#astarion bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #astarion baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin x tav #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tiefling #astarion ancunin smut #astarion x reader #astarion x oc

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jaksfanficsaver · 3 months

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Celeana shifted slightly, taking in a deep breath and smiling softly at the telltale scents surrounding her.

Bergamot, rosemary, and Brandy.

They've easily become her favorite as of late. A familiar weight was settled beside her, a lean arm across her middle. The owner was cool to the touch, and a welcome surprise.

Had she slept with him last night?

Her nose crinkled as she thought, the memory surfacing. She had. The Tiefling had been the only one awake when Astarion startled out of his trance, panicked from a horrid memory repeating. She'd offered her company as a source of comfort, and apparently had fallen asleep in his burrow of blankets with him.

Still. She wasn't upset.

She took one more deep, slow breath before blinking her heavy eyes open, finally gazing down at him. A small smile curled her lips as several urges crossed her mind.

Caress his face? Pet his hair? Hold him tight? Kiss him?

Oh.

She liked that last one.

He looked so peaceful as her eyes wandered his face, this trance must be much better than the last. She leaned down, close enough that their breaths mingled. She hesitated, still watching his face, and not wanting to cross a boundary of his. Right when she was getting ready to pull away, his ruby eyes snapped open.

“Well, if you won't do it, I will.” He spoke clearly.

Oh.

Celeana blinked, startled by him, but quickly soothed as his cool lips met hers. She felt his fingers curl around her nape and into her hair, pulling her closer still. Her eyes drifted closed as she leaned into him, sighing softly through her nose. Astarion's kiss was languid, as if they had all the time in the world. They parted briefly, sharing breath and slow smiles before he gently pushed her back onto her back and settled upon her hips.

“What are you up to, my Star?” The bard chuckled softly, tilting her head back to give him better access as he placed butterfly light kisses along her throat.

“Just admiring my Moon.” He replied smoothly, a soft smile twitching his lips at the stary lovestruck look on Celeana's face. He gently ran his hands up her arms and easily entwined their fingers, pushing her hands up beside her head while he leaned in for another loving kiss. A soft purr rumbles in her chest, content to stay like this for all eternity. Astarion left one last peck on her nose before settling down on her chest, enjoying her warmth, her heart, and her purrs. Her arms wrap around him in a comfortable weight as she settled in again.

If the others needed them they could wake them later.

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spacebarbarianweird · 6 months

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Astarion x Tiefling!Tav NSFW

@tragedybunny @tallymonster

Tieflings are one of a kind and have an interesting anatomy, so imagine the opportunities.

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion grabs Tav's horns during sex, especially when he is making love to her from behind

Or when they kiss to prevent her from letting go first

Astarion pulling Tav's tail all the time - in private and in public

"No, you aren't going anywhere!" "Astarion, this is equivalent to putting your hand into someone's pants in broad daylight!"

Keeps pulling her tail at any given opportunity because this is the equivalent

Scratching and tickling her tail meanwhile Tav is experiencing a brain melt due to arousal

Especially touching the base of the tail - this is when she is sent off

First, he started to tickle her tail without any background thought (just because he genuinely likes her tail)

Then he noticed Tav whimper quietly, hiding the face in her palms and squeezing his thighs together

"So, it's sexual for you, isn't it?", he chuckles,

If Astarion is willing to continue, he can just carry her to bed and do whatever he wants since Tav's brain is already in orgasmic shutdown

She can use her tail for sexual pleasure as well

Imagine places it can go during sex

And tailjob is absolutely a thing

Tieflings have sharp nails, and Tav is no exception. She digs her nails so deep into Astarion's skin she makes him bleed

Receiving handjobs from her is an absolutely new type of pleasure

She also has fangs, and she can bite like a vampire

By the end of the day, the bed looks like a battlefield, and they both have bitemarks all over their bodies

"WTF happened to you two? Were you fighting?" "We were fucking. And it's not your business."

When Tav is scared or stressed, she wraps her tail around Astarion's leg

When Tav is aroused, her tail starts waggling uncontrollably, and Astarion teases her to the verge of tears

"Yes! Yes, I want you right now! And right here!" "Say please, little demon." "Oh, ffs! Please fuck me!"

Another sensitive spot? The base of the horns

After sex, when Tav falls asleep on her belly, Astarion likes studying her back - these tieflings have the weirdest marks

And wondering what if she had real wings

When Tav is angry, she can sit on her tail like a cat. That's her way of saying, "Don't touch me; I am brooding."

But it usually doesn't last long

Especially if Astarion starts stroking her horns

Then she is a melted goo again

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moramaisis · 2 months

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Characters: Ascended Astarion, my tav Arsenia (tiefling)

Pairing: m/f

Keywords and warnings: villain couple, lip biting, kissing, lip bite play, dom tav, romantic, dark romance, mentions of torture at the beginning.

May be minor spoilers to Cazador's scene.

Ao3

Edit: I reworked it some more. Hopefully it's better.

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It has been a long night down at the underground levels of Cazador's palace. A long and difficult night, but i endured. I enjoyed setting all those hulking beasts on fire, hearing their whimpers as their scorched fur filled the air with nauseating stench.

Ever since my lover told me about his life in the Szarr palace, the torture and humiliation he endured, i have been seething. Silently and keeping my heart a locked stronghold. Spending time with our adventure party and cracking jokes with them made me forget. Just for a short while. Sometimes i even cracked some risky ones to my beloved, i enjoy teasing him, but made sure to never go too far.

Tonight, however, when all of us were covered in blood and gore, the master of the night hid in his coffin like a true coward. I was expecting more, something grand, but all i wanted was to see Astarion ripping him apart.

There he was, my lover, tearing open the coffin and throwing the man- who will soon cease to be - on the floor.

Cazador mumbled his threats, as expected, and then Astartion asked for my help. The look in his eyes is something i'll never forget.

I didn't even hesitate, he was already cursed and once you're barely human you start looking at things differently.

This ritual could make him a sun-walker end make his life come full circle. From the bottom to the top. I, Arsenia, grew up in the wilderness, learned to hunt as a tiny girl with nubs on my forehead. Learned to trap monsters, cook, make clothing, defend myself and my family. I know the laws of nature well, they're often unmerciful and unfair, best you can hope is a quick death.

I linked our tadpoles and let him see the scars. Standing in the background, i inched closer to enjoy the scene. Astarion ripped Cazador's clothing off and exposed a pale lean muscular body, adorned with bruises and cuts. When Astarion stabbed his dagger into Cazador's back, he uttered a bleak cry of pain. That very second a wave of arousal caressed my loins. Throbbing after each delightful scream. It was joyful hearing the screams of the man who was going to kill my lover and gods know how many more people after that. I never expected to get such a physical reaction, but it wasn't unwelcome.

Shadowheart yelled something in the back, how dangerous the ritual was or that we should stop. Honestly, i was fully in the moment, feasting my eyes on every cut and turn of the blade. On every scream... and yelp and tremor.

I've seen Astarion's scar so many times that i can see it with my eyes closed. There's something beautiful in it. Then again, the skin of your lover makes everything beautiful.

Once the ritual was over, he seemed different, slightly distracted. I asked him if all was well and he said that the world seems to move at a faster speed. He said that he felt how all the lowly creatures wanted to serve. I had an odd feeling then, down in my chest. He looked at me with those eyes that could coax me into anything and said he could hear that in me too. My quickened pulse. How i'm waiting for a command. That clever little bastard knows what he's doing, i felt the urge to grab his waist and squeeze it tightly against my body. I wanted to crush him in my arms. Rip his lips off his face with a single lustful kiss.

I'm a tiefling with draconic ancestry, my blood is fire and my instincts murmur inside my veins like songbirds, i'm a good head taller than Astarion, life in the wild has made me muscular and strong. Astarion never called me a monster, unlike some people in the cities and villages i have travelled through. I accepted him as he was. Sure, he was a great companion, silver tongue, not bad-looking either, but his skills with the blade and bloodthirst conquered me. Out in the wild i was forced to use my blade more than once, use my magic to both hunt and burn faces of thieves.

I knew ascension would change some part of him, but i hoped, blindly like all lovers, that no great harm would be done. I wanted my lover to meet his full potential - he seemed to hunger for the ritual too – so i gladly lent a helping hand. So, the circle was complete, the predator ate the weakling creature, what's next?

Astarion stepped closer and asked me about immortal life. He said he wants me in his future, as his consort, and i said yes. I'm growing weary of hiking from town to village to town, always the same, hunting, working as a blade for hire, moving again. My parents were killed in the outlands. Their graves are growing moss and lichen. The more i see in my travels, the less i want to settle down. Humans are such evil bastards. So many unspeakable things have my eyes gazed upon.

This adventure gave me a family… a lover. Astario, he's speaking of taking over Baldur's Gate and it might just be the piss of 7000 souls in his head…but…if he's serious, i can't say that i want to stop him. Ever since we entered the city all i saw was prejudice, cruelty, rudeness, corruption. I bet my left horn we would to a better job as rulers. Me and Astarion.

"Can i kiss you?" i asked and he smiled, pointing to the ground. He expected me to kneel, but i'm not into that kind of play. At least when not in the right mood.

I straightened my shoulders and snatched Astarion into my arms, holding him like some groom would hold his shy wife. He looked so beautiful in my arms, in his new fancy silks, and that little expression of surprise suited him very well. That tiny surprise morphed into a heavy-lidded grin.

"I forgot, you never liked taking orders."

"That's what you get for making the most stubborn tiefling your spawn."

I press my lips against his and our kiss is passionate and sloppy. Our tongues are engaged in a dominance battle. Then i feel a sting in my lip and notice a crimson fluid smearing on Astarion's cheek. I stare at him quietly, as he gazes back, eyes half-closed and inquisitive.

I run the tip of my tongue across my lower lip and find a spot where the salty taste intensifies. I lick the wound slowly, under Astarion's unmoving stare. The crimson tastes intoxicatingly sweet, i lick the wound once more, spread the crimson nectar onto my upper lip and go into another deep, yet needy kiss. Astarion grabs my face and sucks on my wound greedily. I enjoy his animalistic passion, it's not too different from my own. I give him a minute and then his soft gorgeous upper lip is between my teeth, and i bite. I take over his mouth and relish every salt-flavored kiss he gives me. He mumbles in delight and his hand on my neck clenches, pulling me closer. Lust is written all over our grimy little bloodstained faces.

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celeana-gueshoon · 2 months

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Dance Hall Days

Astarion has some heavy realizations about his feelings.

Warnings: None, mostly just fluff

AO3

Celeana smiled brightly, mead settling warm in her belly while music filtered beautifully through the tavern. The panels of her robe swayed as she danced happily, a giggle erupting from her chest as Astarion stood on his toes and she bent down for him to twirl her, his own laugh bubbling up at the surely absurd scene. He snorted as he caught his love when she tripped over her foot, hauling her back to her feet while she laughed wildly.

“It's nice to see Fangs and Strings happy, yeah?” Karlach sat at the table, cheek propped on her hand as she watched the odd couple dance around the dusty floor, giggles and a whipping tail. She glanced at Shadowheart and Gale, her own tail wagging softly.

“I suppose they have earned a little joy.” Shadowheart murmured with a small smile as she took a swig out of her stein. Gale crunched his nose a little, still questioning what Celeana had seen in the pale elf, however he couldn't deny that the joy looked good on her- on both of them.

“One night of recreation is absolutely deserving, especially after the journey so far.” He agreed, gaining an approving grin from the rosy tiefling.

“What are you talking about?” Wyll inquired as he got back to their table with a new round of alcohol.

“‘Bout Cel and Astarion,” Karlach supplied, nodding in thanks to her drink, both of them looking up in time to catch Celeana twirling Astarion now, both with bright smiles and flushed faces.

“Makes you a tad envious, doesn't it?” He inquired softly “that even during all of this, that something can bloom…” Wyll shook his head “I'm still wary for her, but she seems so happy.”

“Then we should be happy for her too!” Karlach asserted, smacking her hand down on the table. “Until proven otherwise, I'm glad they got together.” She nodded with a humph.

“Here here.” A buzzed Shadowheart agreed, lifting her mug before going back to watching the people of the tavern enjoy the night.

Astarion chuckled at his less than dainty partner as she happily sang along with whatever shanty the other bards were playing now and danced to enjoy herself. Her hair was mussed and tangled while a deep magenta flush coated her face and was working its way down her neck. The robes Alfira gifted her glittered beautifully in the flicking lantern light.

Had he any breath to steal, the sight surely would have done so.

Celeana froze her movements when she caught him staring. “what's wrong, My Star?” she inquired innocently, the loving name slipping off of her tongue as she gently grasped his hand.

“not a thing my darling Moon” he breathed softly. “Gods, you are beautiful.” The words tumbled out of the rogue’s mouth faster than he could process, making his tiefling smile.

“You think I'm beautiful?” She gently squeezed his hand now, as she leaned down closer to hear him better.

“More beautiful than anything, Sunlight.” He murmured into her ear, gently cupping her cheek and pulling her into a soft and loving kiss. The urge and action surprised the Vampire, that hadn't been part of his plan…. But his plan fell apart ages ago, he supposed. Real love and affection for the creature he was currently holding truly was blooming in his cold dead heart, seemingly warming him from the inside out.

Soon, he decided, right there on that dance floor, soon he'll tell her the truth… but not tonight, she's shining much too bright for him to dull her light.

Celeana, hummed softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and swaying gently while her tail swished happily behind her. The large tiefling nuzzled into his silver curls, appreciating his scent as a purr began to rumble in her chest. Astarion blinked for a moment before wrapping his arms around her tightly and relaxing into the feeling, listening to her heart and the rumble of her contentment.

He could get used to this.

They both opened their eyes when they heard Karlach approach. “My turn, Fangs!” She teased him, grinning when Celeana laughed, beaming up at her.

He could get used to that too.

He playfully rolled his eyes, tsk-ing at her with a small smile. “If I must share, I suppose.” He took a step back, Celeana's hand held in his own as he gave a small bow while he kissed her hand. “Until later, Little love.” He murmured gently to her, his smile softening at her bashful laugh, giving her hand a small squeeze before joining the others back at the table.

He accepted the glass of wine Wyll offered to him with a nod of thanks, his ruby gaze landing back on the two tieflings of the party dancing joyfully together. A light sigh puffed from his nose as he smiled softly at the scene. Together Karlach and Celeana had absolutely no rhythm, but they looked way too gleeful for it to matter. Celeana laughed as Karlach spun her under her arm before doing her little jig, making the storm tiefling giggle at her ruby companion.

“-about her.”

Astarion blinked a few times, humming in question to Gale who had just been speaking. Gale sighed and shook his head. “We all care about her, about Celeana, you know.”

“Ah, yes, well it's quite hard not too. You've met her.” He shot back with a soft fondness tinging his voice. He turned his gaze to the wizard. “I also know that none of you are happy for us either.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his wine.

The Wizard sputtered, not expecting the retort, causing an embarrassed flush to color his face.

Wyll and Shadowheart avoided Astarion's eyes.

“My hearing is a lot more sensitive than you all seem to think.” He refused to look back at his present company, opting to watch his partner and her best friend instead. “I’ve heard the comments and quiet conversations.” He schooled his expression and kept his voice low lest the girls hear him from the dance floor. “While I never expected you to be happy for me, why not her?”

“Because we're worried for her.” Gale stated. “You're not exactly a….. safe… person…” he stumbled out.

“So you're concerned I have no self control?”

“He's scared you'll break her heart.” Shadowheart cut in, fed up with the conversation. She turned to Gale “just say some idiotic overprotective bullshit, and be done with it.”

Wyll watched the exchange silently, not wanting to step on any toes. Gale floundered and looked to the Warlock to save him, but got nothing. The wizard sighed deeply and slumped in his seat. “Fine, you're right.” He ran a hand down his face “you won out for her affections, by Gods you better treat her right.”

Astarion pondered his words for a moment. “I fully intend to… Worry not, wizard.” he truly had no intentions of hurting her. He sipped his wine once more, the acrid flavor tingling on his tongue and heavy in his stomach. The truth bubbled there, how he had originally lied. Tried to play her, but then she'd wormed her way into his heart. Shown him real love, and that he could still feel it. His somber expression and mood lightened when he saw the two of them trotting back to the table, all giggles and grins. He held an arm out to Celeana, gazing softly up at her as she sidled up beside him. Astarion wrapped his arm around her thigh, pressing his cheek to her belly as he looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Have fun, my Moon?”

Celeana beamed down at her lover, a clawed hand combing gently through moonglow curls. “I did, My Star.” Nodding in thanks as he offered her a sip of his wine. She swore she could hear him purr softly as he leaned into her petting. “Worn out now, though.” She pouted dramatically, the bard in her shining with her performance.

“Well, can't have that, here, such a strong leader deserves a nice place to rest.” Astarion stood with a flourish and presented the seat he had just occupied, with a small bow. In return Celeana offered a curtsey, and took the seat gracefully (as gracefully as the clumsy tiefling could at least). “A seat fit for a queen.” Astarion boasted.

He let out a startled noise when she had pulled him onto her lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around her neck, and her tail hooking around his legs. Karlach laughed lightly at her friends' antics, scooping up her mug to take a big swig of her mead.

“Now it's perfect.” Celeana mumbled softly, rubbing her cheek against his. She sighed softly, happily, and nuzzled into his neck. Celeana breathed him in deeply, tightening her hold on him.

“You alright, little love?” Astarion murmured lowly enough that only she could hear him. Celeana nodded softly against his skin, humming when he began to pet his fingers through her hair. “Too much going on?” He kept his voice soft, murmuring by her ear. Once again she nodded, staying in her spot, hugging him tighter as she settled down. He chuckled softly, the sound grounding to her.

“You alright, soldier?” The larger tiefling inquired, tilting her head at the scene, her amber eyes flitting up to her vampiric friend. Astarion nodded softly, mouthing the word ‘tired’ to her as he continued to stroke Celeana's hair. Karlach smiled just as softly at the scene. “She loves you, you know.”

Gale and Wyll watched the exchange carefully, sharing their own look at the true comfort Celeana displayed, feeling foolish for their doubts.

Celeana began to doze softly at the comfort and safety her pale elf provided her, the events of the last weeks finally weighing down on her. Astarion smiled softly as he listened to her heart and breath even out.

And he knew.

He loved her too.

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