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cammys-imagines24 · 7 months

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°•Astarion Being Touch Starved•°

The dastardly rogue would scarcely ever admit it- not in a thousand years.

But the sensation of your touch sends a thrill through his heart so loud, so potent, that sometimes he swears it still beats.

Beats only for you.

Sure by the light of day Astarion has a devil may care attitude and more sass than anyone really ought to.

And though you've both voiced your sincere affections to each other, he is never shy to continue with his playful flirtations towards you.

But that does not mean he views your relationship as a trifle. As something to play at.

You are the first person he's cared for in hundreds of years. The first he's opened himself up to. The first to show him that he can be free.

And with that long sought after freedom he wishes to spend it with you. For as long as you'll allow him the gift of your presence.

But though Astarion is unshackled now, the hauntings of Cazador never leave his mind. Not entirely.

On more times than he'd like to acknowledge, he has awoken from horrid nightmares of his past enslavement.

Cursing himself for even bothering to close his eyes in the first place considering he doesn't actually need to sleep.

But then there you are, right beside him.

Warm and vulnerable. Slumbering soundly and oh, gods, does he love your warmth.

The chilled Vampire would bathe in the heated feel of your skin if he could and often while you're tucked in the crook of his arm, dreaming away, he takes small liberties.

Letting just how starved he is of gentleness be shown.

Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing the column of your throat, breathing in your scent.

Admiring your beauty. Committing each freckle, scar and feature to memory.

Dining on the feel of your form close to his and relishing in the company of one who truly, faithfully loves him. Just as he is.

So reverential of your body. Savoring the perfume of your blood, the thump of your heartbeat. Your every breath a hymn to his ears.

Of course you know how starved Astarion is. You can read him like a book.

But his yearning for tenderness is an unspoken truth between you two.

So you attend to it in your own subtle way.

Holding hands with him while around camp. Sitting next to him beside the fire. Your thighs touching. Placing your hand between his shoulder blades while walking.

Your gaze never straying from his for too long. Your medicinal touch the one to mend his wounds after a rough fight.

He thinks of you as a goddess. Your warmth a healing balm and he thanks his lucky stars everyday he met you.

The feel of you beside him is enough to make him enjoy living again.

Astarion's love for you eternal and ever growing.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 astarion #bg3 astarion x reader #astarion x reader #astarion imagines #astarion imagine #astarion headcanons #astarion headcanon #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 headcanon #bg3 x reader #bg3 fic

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ofstardustanddreaming · 3 months

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to experience

headcanon summary: gale dating a reader inexperienced in relationships as a whole, and pretty much being the reader's first in anything related to relationships.

content warnings: smallest mention of sex in this writing, in relation to if it was something you did want. it's only one paragraph, and it's the last paragraph, so it's easily skippable if it's not something you're interested in. but that does mean this is an 18+ post especially, please and thank you. MDNI

fandom: baldur's gate 3

character: gale dekiros x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

you had never really had the time for a relationship before, despite really wanting to be in one. it was also unfortunate that you put yourself out there, but never quite seemed to be able to find someone compatible with you, where trying to initiate conversations with others at bars left you with a sour taste because you knew deep down you'd never get along with them. you consider yourself never having a first date even, since there were so many where no one showed up. it also meant that you never really were able to experience a lot of the things that come with a relationship, such as a first kiss, or a first time with someone. not a lot of the romantic amenities of a relationship that you wanted.

now that you were in the predicament with the tadpole in your head, you really felt that you were unable to pursue a more romantic relationship, having to focus getting this out of your head. but it didn't stop you from cultivating close friendships with a lot of the people in your group, happy with the friendships you've gotten over the recent journeying weeks, bonding over the shared tadpole and other shared interests. although, you couldn't ignore the nerves you had around gale and it wasn't hard to put together you were harboring feelings for the wizard. he always listened intently to what you had to say, engaging with you in ways that made your heart flutter. it wasn't hard to notice that he also had feelings for you (although it seemed you were the only ones who didn't notice the affections of the other.)

it wasn't hard for other members to realize it as well, finding secret moments gale wasn't listening to make fun of you for your crush. others also made fun of gale for his crush on you (i.e. astarion and karlach teasing of the both of you). it made you feel drunk on love for the first time in a long while and it made you happy that you could potentially find love, based on how sweet gale is around you. a lot of the party members worked to push you two together, trying to get the both of you to realize you had feelings for each other, and soon after feelings were confessed, you were dating.

"you know, you're the first for a lot of the things in a relationship." you soon tell him after you started dating, the want to tell him was strong. you looked down at your shoes though, to nervous to look at what he had to say to your confession. "so it's understandable if you don't want to be with someone who's so unexperienced in anything relationship wise, and we can call it off here." even though that's not what your heart wanted, your brain convinced you he wouldn't want to be with someone who didn't know what to do, and it made you feel a little embarrassed.

he puts his hand underneath your chin, maneuvering your head to look at him, where his face held such a sweet stare towards you, it made your heart shrivel in anticipation to what he had to say. "if you think that would deter me from a relationship with you, i'd like you to think again. it just means that i'm lucky enough to get the chance to show you how well you deserve to be treated, and show you how perfect your firsts can be. or at least what my version of perfect for your firsts to be, if you would so choose me for them."

your heart melted and you nearly cry out of relief and happiness at a chance to pursue a relationship with someone who didn't even care you were more inexperienced. he pulls you into his embrace, while others at camp who were trying to spy at you cheered you guys on. but the hug was one you vowed to never forget, reveling in his warmth and the feeling of a sweet touch.

from then on, gale made it his mission to make sure you got the best relationship treatment. he showed you all of the best firsts, or at least the best he could with what he had on hand. the first date you guys had was a sunset picnic, away from camp, and he tried to make it as romantic as possible. he found candles that he lit all around the cloth he had set down, a cloth in your favorite color, for the both of you to sit on. there were various cheeses, meats, and some of your other favorite snacks. he led the conversation, having questions all about you, wanting to get to know more, and gladly answering any questions you had.

at the end of the date though, was what made you giddy anytime you thought of what happened. as you both stood up to get ready to go back to camp, he stopped you from picking anything up to pack. he brought you in for your first kiss, and it was a kiss so tender, it made your heart skip a beat. he held eye contact with you, hands drifting from your face, as he traced all the way down to your waist, pulling you in from there, the pace he brought you in to him agonizingly slow, allowing you to pull away if you had wanted. but you also leaned into the kiss, putting your hands to his face to angle him better towards you, and you both finally brought your lips to each other. the kiss sweet and slow, tasting of the sweet drinks you had, and the lighting was perfect with the lightning bugs and moonlight surrounding you in the darkness. you both pulled away, hands still in the same position, but now your foreheads were leaning on the other's, breathing in each other as you each tried to catch that breath from the long kiss. he brings up a hand and lightly drags his thumb across your bottom lip, eyeing you hungrily like he wanted to do it again, but instead asks, "how was that for a first kiss?" you could only muster a small laugh before you reply with "everything i imagined, and more."

he would also love engaging in other activities of your first, such as your first time being referred to as a partner to a stranger. someone was curious about your status in town, and that's what you overheard gale call you, and it made you smile to hear that for the first time, and gale thought it was sweet you found happiness in that. or the first time you officially said "i love you" to each other would be something neither of you forgot, where a battle had you both worried the other might have died, and you both said it to each other, feeling almost idiotic for not having said it earlier on. you'll neither forget either, the first conversation of being truly vulnerable to each other, revealing insecurities and worries, even talking about past traumas that made you who you were. talking about every good memory you both had as well that shaped who you were. it definitely brought you two closer together, and made you both stronger partners.

if sex was something you were interested in, and something you both talked about, gale would be the sweetest lover. he'd be very tender with the first time, making sure the mood was set right and prioritizing your comfort. he'd make some sweet jokes to lighten the mood and would make sure to do it in a place that ensured the best privacy for the two of you. i feel like he would enjoy using magic to help make you comfortable if the situation called for it.

#gale x reader #gale headcanon #gale imagine #gale #gale dekarios headcanon #gale dekarios imagine #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanon #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 headcanon

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paranoiastudio · 6 months

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Defender

pairing: Astarion x f!reader

summary: You take on too much, but not everyone notice this.

warnings: no, it's just fluff

word count: 416

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

Astarion felt irritated and even angry at you. You're grupe have a lot of problems, but you, a stupid idealist, waste precious time and help everyone you meet.

- Are you kidding me? - Astarion watches as you and Karlach climb onto the roof to deal with the arrogant eagles that took the house from the bird you met a couple of minutes ago. - We have to go!

- Stop grumbling! - You smile at the vampire and climb further up the tree.

He sighs and is even glad that the others seem to share his irritation. Every minute counts…

But hearing your scream, he can’t help but rush to help, once again reproaching himself for following your lead.

Together you all deal with the huge birds, Lae'zel cleans his sword of blood and feathers, when you climb straight out of the nest.

The vampire immediately smells blood, sees the broken armor and hurries towards you, catching you on the fly.

- My hero… - You smile again, but your pallor cannot be hidden. Fatigue suddenly overwhelmed you, you’ve been on the road for four days now, not making any stops, and you also gave Astarion your blood (every night).

- Stupid little bird. - He examines you and exclaims. - We have a halt! Refusals will not be accepted.

He pitched your tent himself and told everyone not to disturb you that night. Even Karlach, your dear friend, did not receive permission to visit you.

- Are you insane? At this rate, you're going to die, and not because of a fucking parasite.

- Sorry. - You watching the vampire from bed. - Are you hungry?

- I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey. Not today. - Astarion sits down next to you and touches your forehead. - I don't want to kill you.

- I would be pleased to die in your hands. - Your fingers touch and Astarion freezes, taken aback for the first time by your words. Usually he was the one who embarrassed you with his flirting.

- What? Why? You… - He smiles and you see his fangs in the candlelight.

- Just rest next to me, please. - You make some space for him. - I don't want to be alone.

Astarion immediately lies down next to you, hugging you. He tries not to put pressure on the wound, you bury yourself in his chest and sniffle sweetly, hugging the vampire with one arm.

- Thank you…

- At your service, beauty. - Astarion doesn’t understand what has changed in him, but he’s glad to be near you. Be needed. To be your defender.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 astarion #bg3 astarion x reader #astarion x reader #astarion imagines #astarion imagine #astarion headcanons #astarion headcanon #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 headcanon #bg3 x reader #bg3 fic

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angyvalentine · 5 months

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Btw in my HC Rey waited to follow Halsin after the final battle just because she wanted to fetch Ormn from the Emerald Grove and bring him to Halsin once again 🐻❤️

#the poor cub is SO CUTE #I mean have you seen him?#he was SO HAPPY when Halsin came back to the Emerald Grove #just to see him departing once again #halsin #halsin bg #baldur's Gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's Gate 3 headcanon

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macaronniart · 25 days

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putting astarion's sewing skills to worthwhile use

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 scratch #scratch bg3 #owlbear cub #bg3 owlbear #i see lots of headcanons about tailor astarion making clothes for the companions #but some crucial members seem to get overlooked!!!

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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Astarion's Tent

Has anyone paid attention to how Astarion's tent reflect on his personality?

The exteriour side is clean and elegant. There are pillows, a carpet, an expensive mirror, even a fucking plant (headcanon - Astarion is into gardening). His tent is probably the most well-maintained in the whole camp.

But take a look inside (it's difficult since he blocks the entrance) - it's a mess.

There are empty bottles with blood (as if he is an alcoholic who doesn't bother to take out the garbage). There is no bed (Halsin is also an Elf but he has a bedrol in his tent) - it's just wooden plank, a piece of rag for a blanket and some sorry excuse for a pillow. His tent is a mess like this room who belongs to an addict or a depressed person. It's dirty, full of garbage. And he doesn't have a comfortable place for sleep!

All the good things (new and clean) he has are put out in the front to others to see. When people pass by they see this beautiful picture of a gedonist-magistrate who wants everything to be in order. Dare to look inside - it's a completely different picture.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion romance #astarion bg3 #bg3 #astarion headcanon #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion baldurs gate #Astarion probably hates himself deep within since he even doesn't bother to get a proper blanket or at least take out the garbage

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saffron-rays · 5 months

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Nightmare

HC: even though he doesn’t require sleep, if tav is human, Astarion picks up the habit as a means to spend as much time with them as possible… since humans have one of the shortest life spans of all the races in Faerûn.

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x female reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion art #astarion headcanons #astarion angst #astarion x original female character #astarion x female tav #astarion fanart #astarion comic

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nethereasypeasy · 5 months

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Some fluffy head canons I have about the Baldurs Babes

mainly at camp :)

Gale stops tav to lace their boots, sarcastically tutting as he does it.

Karlach holds her hands round someones bowl and cups to warm them if they cool down too much. (Mama K microwave™)

Jaheira and Halsin share nightcaps and chat about the tadpole team. Mainly laughing at their comparative lack of experience - always ends on a 'they're good eggs tho' vibe.

Astarion and Shadowheart rate people's hair to eachother as an injoke, tav hears them mumbling numbers behind them whenever they speak to someone.

Lae'zel asks Gale to explain and pronounce things when no one is around because the 'annoying wizard' won't make fun, he's too eager to teach.

Jaheira has the best bedtime stories but they get Karlach hyped up and she asks a lot of questions till Astarion begs her to be quiet. Wyll takes mental notes for his own storytelling.

Karlach will force a game of 'I Spy' any time there is silence on the road.

Wyll is very good at little random gifts, he just remembers anything someone mentions to him. He's also low-key emotional if you return that kindness, 'you remembered?! 😭'

Halsin stops, kneels and whispers as he points and shows tav interesting plants or animals he spots when walking. 'look there's the mother and her babies' type shit. (He is camp dad(dy) ok)

Wyll teaches Lae'zel fencing. She's too keen though and tries to pin him down. She is not as graceful... But she has fun... chk!

Gale keeps a tiny portrait of Tara on him, you can't tell me modern au Gale's phone wouldn't be full of cat pics.

Astarion watches over the camp at night, he acts like he 'might as well/ I'm the only one lurking in the dark around HERE darlings' but sometimes he secretly gets a little teary looking at his first real friends all together.

Shadowheart writes moody poetry. She would tell Gale but she doesn't care for his taste... Or his possible critiques. If he ever did find her journal though he would be VERY enthused.

Astarion and tav will play with people's wardrobes when looting. Tav loves a funny hat and Astarion will do impressions of who he thinks would wear such god's awful attire.

Gale and Wyll play chess together after dinner some nights. They both say progressively cheesy lines when they take pieces, which is its own game itself at this point.

Halsin would quietly sing or hum to owlbear baby and scratch at night. Little lullabies and he'd probably tuck them in too. OR he'd be big daddy bear and snuggle up, especially when owlbear is scared and misses his mum.

The gang have played 'never have I ever' ONE time and ONE time only. It was a messy night.

... Jaheira was 100% last man standing.

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neckromantics · 2 months

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More creepy and unsettling, creature Astarion please.

I beg of thee. Vampires are meant to be an uncanny valley type of thing. An undead creature of the night that passes itself as just the right amount of living and mortal for you to let your guard down. I need more examples of his vampiric nature showing once he's grown comfortable enough, and I need it now.

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An Astarion who is so silent in his movements that you often got jump scared by it in the earlier stages of your relationship.

You'd be lounging around on the sofa. Reading a book, lost in thought, all serene and cozy beneath a nice knitted blanket-- just having an all around nice, relaxing time when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. You glance up for just a moment, to the space before you that was previously unoccupied, and his entire face is suddenly hovering right in front of you.

Just waiting. Not moving. Pupils blown so huge that there's barely any color left to his eyes. Fangs are peeking out over the bruise-purple skin of his bottom lip. He's pallid. White as a corpse. Definitely in need of a good feeding.

His intentions were entirely innocent. He really only meant to ask you a question, and here you are being all dramatic and jumping several feet into the air and throwing your book off to the side in a panic. Thankfully, you're able to catch yourself before you full on shriek in his face.

(You love him and his ghoulishly handsome face, you really and truly do, but you sincerely thought for a moment that he was a spectre come to take you to the afterlife.)

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Astarion, who routinely forgets to breathe. Yanno, like it's nothing.

You're well aware of the fact that vampires don't need to breathe. It's more of a force of habit than anything else, really-- something left over from when he was still mortal, he says.

Although, during bouts of intense emotion, or some sort of uh, stimulation, the focus on something so trivial gets put on the backburner for a bit.

The two of you will be sharing a particularly passionate kiss (or worse) when you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest stop short. It's like all of the air has gotten caught in his lungs, and he ends up making these creaky grudge-like sounds in place of his usual low moaning. A clicking in the back of his throat in place of a sigh. If you play your cards just right, there might even be a rattling from deep within his chest that almost sounds like a purr.

When he finally does breathe, usually due to a well executed nip to his bottom lip, or the gentle brush of your fingers against one of his ears as you play with his hair, it comes out as an animalistic hiss. A sharp, choking gasp that sends goosebumps down the length of your arms.

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How you catch him watching you sleep.

How you'll wake up in the pitch black of your bedroom in a cold sweat. Your hair is stood on end, a fearful shudder threatening to rattle your frame. A spike in your pulse that has your sleep addled brain doing somersaults in your skull. All of your instinctual alarm bells go off at once, telling you that something must be terribly wrong. Something must be watching you.

You try to blink away the bleariness-- try to shake off the fog of sleep for long enough to get your bearings, and catch a glint in the dark so ominous that for a moment you're scared stock still.

Something is watching you. Someone, rather.

Astarion's eyes gleam back at you in the dark like a wild animal's might. A bobcat, maybe, like the ones you'd often find stalking pray outside the tree line of camp all those nights ago. Pupils that glow a filmy, holographic orange despite there being no light to reflect off of them.

You don't notice until after you've taken a second to calm yourself that he's hovering over you. The bed just barely dips from his weight as he supports himself, and you'd be baffled by it all if you had any braincells left.

"Go back to sleep, darling." His voice is so soft, even over the pounding against your eardrums. Soothing. Tranquilizing. And though your eyes do begin to feel heavy, you're not exactly in the mood for rest anymore.

Especially not when he's pressing cold, feather-light kisses down the length of your throat not a moment later.

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Please, I beg. Give me more.

#bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 tav #astarion headcanons #astarion fluff #kinda?#astarion smut #? also kinda?

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rissi-chan · 3 months

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Gale: So, Bhaal created you from his own, dead flesh . . .

Durge: So I'm told.

Gale: So, presumably you look nothing like him - as a child might a parent.

Durge: Correct.

Gale: So, then, what made him decide to make you so attractive?

Durge: Perhaps he thought it would arouse less suspicion.

Gale: Yes, well, it aroused something else entirely, didn't it.

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hekuuu · 3 months

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mixed signals

#in my headcanon astarion is very tactile but only if the initiative comes from him #and gale is so nice to touch x(#and again i’m drawing comic about astarion’s feral cat bechavior #i just enjoy this cat person x cat soul dynamic very much #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3

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cammys-imagines24 · 7 months

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°•Astarion Drinking Your Blood•°

Oh, Astarion never tires of your taste.

Whether it's his first time drinking from you or the hundredth.

You were his first human after all.

But even if he hadn't of lived centuries slaking his thirst with that of vermin...

Forcing their rotten, diseased blood down his hungry maw in sheer desperation...

The Vampire would still find your blood to be like ambrosia from the gods.

The sweetest thing to grace his tongue and warm his belly.

Sometimes it's hard to stop, if Astarion is being honest with himself.

But he loves you too, too much to put you in any mortal peril.

Though after a feeding you may feel dizzy and need to recuperate the next day.

It's just, after so long dining upon infected, squirming rats with mottled fur and yellowing buck teeth...

In the shadows of night, prowling the pests and repugnant riffraff.

He can't help himself and he's grateful you allow him to indulge a little.

But despite however ravenous he is, he's always gentle.

Pulling you close and kissing the moonlit column of your throat.

Tenderly wrapping his ivory arms around your waist, his tone sultry while whispering sweet nothings and gratitudes in your ear.

Astarion is so well versed in his ministrations that you've come to want him to feed off of you just as much as he wants, no, needs to be fed by you.

You relishing his hands leaving indents in the flesh of your hips and his breath upon your nape...

Often finding yourself tugging on strands of his curled silver locks to pull him closer.

Until no space is between you two. Until his mouth touches your neck.

And once it does, Astarion can't help but close his eyes, an involuntary shudder resounding through his whole body at the perfume of you.

Your essence a seductive potion which the Vampire would gladly, willingly lap up forever and ever.

No matter how gentle and inviting he makes the build up though, there's simply nothing to be done about the initial pain.

Astarion can't help the fact that once he bares his pearly, white fangs and sinks them into the sensitive flesh of your neck that it's unpleasant.

His fangs like two white hot pokers burrowing into your jugular vein, causing a muffled scream to leave you.

Your bottom lip plump from how hard you gnaw at it.

He does hate your scream. It revolts him that he's the cause of it.

But it is a momentary distress from you before you reassuringly comb through his hair again.

And after a few labored breaths, you ease into the pain. Getting used to it every single time.

By then he's drunk on you. Gorging himself on the nectar of your life. The crimson, pulsing river of your very being.

He's practically sent to heaven with each swallow and he never thought a spawn like him would get there.

Once you go slack in Astarion's arms he holds you tight, cradling your warm body. His fingers ghosting over your chest, hips, stomach...

And when your heartbeat begins to slow that's when he forces himself to pull away.

Licking the scarlet stream which drips down the two raw puncture wounds.

Cleaning up his mess all the way down to the start of your cleavage, exposed from your unlaced shirt.

Aftercare is incredibly important to Astarion and he is quick to sweep you up bridal style in his arms.

Tucking you safely into your shared bed and fetching you a glass of cool water.

You, weakened and tired, putting up little fuss but managing to smile at him and reach out to take his hand.

He wastes no time, falling into bed with you and pulling you close so your head is upon his chest.

He keeps you in a vice grip all night long so that any who would dare come to harm you in your diminished state would have to go through him first.

And he damn well would never let any harm come to you, save that of the wounds he assaults upon your neck.

And with you content but exhausted in Astarion's arms he licks his red stained lips and smiles in satisfaction.

He thinks you are a marvel really, to allow him to drink your blood in the first place.

To consent willingly and give him a taste of pure ecstasy.

And with his flushed cheeks and twinkling, enlivened crimson eyes, he places a kiss on your forehead.

Whispering how very much he loves you while you sleep soundly upon his chest.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 astarion #bg3 astarion x reader #astarion x reader #astarion imagine #astarion imagines #astarion headcanon #astarion headcanons #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 headcanon #bg3 x reader #bg3 fic

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ofstardustanddreaming · 3 months

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curves

headcanon summary: gale dating a curvy reader

content warnings: some mentions of insecurity

fandom: baldur's gate 3

character: gale dekiros x reader

female reader

anon request (thanks for this request, i always love a good body positivity fic!)

gale loves any type of body, don't even try to change my mind around here. when you catch his eye, it feels like his breath has been taken away. he always tries to find the time to get to know you and try to get any indication across that he wants to date you. he always hangs around you and always tries to be your camp partner in various camp activities, or tries to partner with you in various fights across your journey.

he's captivated by your beauty and personality, and he earnestly tries to get your attention, hoping his looks and personality would catch your attention as well. he would always talk about interesting facts he's heard about, and it worries him that he's rambling to you and it's boring you, but when he catches you looking at him with genuine interest, he finds his breath catching in his throat.

both of you have your insecurities that prevent you from asking each other out, thinking the other person couldn't possibly want them. hearing so much about what people had to say about gale's rambling, he was worried that might deter you from his personality, and hearing what many had to say about your body, you were worried he be deterred from your looks.

and it's not to say you look bad! but unfortunately society likes to stick its claws into beauty standards, and it always made you worried about how you should present yourself around people. it made you worried about any lingering looks your way. which is why you were always conscious of yourself whenever gale looked your way for longer than a few seconds or whenever he looked so intently at you whenever you were speaking to each other.

yet, you both still got along very well and you knew that gale was a good friend. and you found yourself wanting more than a friendship after a while, and so did he. you were both just so insecure and caught up with yourselves, your nerves weren't allowing you guys to confess quite yet.

but it's okay, because many members had to witness the two of you dancing around your feelings, and were frankly getting sick of the dance after a while. wyll, karlach, and astarion were hatching their plan to push you together, with some encouragement from halsin, shadowheart, and lae'zel. the latter wanted you together, but knew the previous might be better for the planning and the execution.

but they had managed to concoct a plan to get you to confess to each other, and it was sweet. you both had a private moment in the woods, where gale was showing you a knew trick he was learning, and you finally confessed. "i like you a lot. i'd really like a relationship."

that's what you told him, intently looking at his trick still, to nervous to look at his reaction. but he turns you towards him, his hand drifting down towards your hip. "i like you too and that relationship sounds wonderful. i was certain there was no feelings from your end, i thought my rambling may have gotten to you." he sayid, shyly glancing down and then back at your face.

"oh, i love learning about anything you've learned about. if anything, i thought you may have not been attracted to my body. it's usually the first thing someone has to say in my experience." you feel like you're about to curl into yourself, worried he might agree with what those in the past have said.

"i really think you're one of the most attractive woman i've seen, truth be told. i've found you breath taking since the first time i've set my eyes on you. you've enchanted me, body and all." he says, grabbing you closer by the waist, and you both tentatively kiss each other, which turns into a passionate kiss in itself over the course of the next few minutes.

but yeah, gale is absolutely the kind of partner to listen to any insecurities you may have about being curvier/plus sized. but he will absolutely shut those insecurities down, ensuring that your body size is one of the first things he was enraptured by, to only be sealed by your personality, and he found love in you. which is one of the important things he values, and he assures you your body could not turn him away from finding what he loves. gale is a sweetheart when it comes to building confidence up in yourself. and i won't be hearing otherwise lol.

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paranoiastudio · 4 months

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Portrait

pairing: Astarion x f!reader

summary: It's a gift. The least you can do for him now. Is it worth it?

warnings: no, it's just fluff

word count: 405

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

Holding the sheet of paper in your hands, you smooth out the corners and carefully examine the result of your labors. It took a couple of evenings, but the work did not disappoint you.

Astarion was looking at you from the drawing. His handsome face was turned half sideways, you spent most of the time on his hair, which lay so realistically on his head and framed his face cutely.

The eyes, as beautiful and sly as in life, seemed to burn right through even a piece of paper. You mostly drew them from memory, but it turned out quite well.

You completed the shoulders and even the shirt to make the drawing more complete. Maybe if you ever find better paper you can improve the portrait.

The camp was quiet. The night turned out to be warm, everyone was doing their own thing after dinner and you decided that this was the best moment.

- Astarion...

- Yes, my dear. - He looks up from the book and looks at you closely, which always seemed strange to you, because you wear the same thing almost all the time.

- I brought you something. - You hand him a piece of paper and patiently wait for a reaction.

The vampire examines himself and looks at you again. There is confusion and a certain amount of curiosity on his face.

- It’s you... I saw how you struggle with mirrors and decided to show you what you look like. I know it's not the most professional job, but I thought you'd...

- Shh. - The man gets up and comes closer to you. You fall silent and look at Astarion with your big eyes in fear. - Did you do this?

- Well, yes, this is... a gift. If you don't like...

- It is wonderful. - The vampire presses the drawing to his chest, and then brings it to his nose. - Is this your perfume?

- Y-yes, I sprayed it on the paper.

- Oh, you're just lovely. - Astarion touches your braided hair and smiles softly. - I like it, dear. Thank you.

Before you can answer, Astarion’s hand touches yours, allowing both of you to touch. You answer him and feel how your skin is covered with goosebumps and not at all from the coolness of his skin.

The vampire’s fingers easily slide over your palm, thereby showing gratitude and a certain tenderness that has been hanging between you for a long time and cannot find a way out.

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stars-and-clouds · 7 months

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Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

NSFW:

He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

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tragedybunny · 6 months

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Hot Take

Honestly I think if Astarion were in a relationship with a good aligned Tav he'd hate Halsin.

I don't think it's lost on Astarion that he's short tempered and selfish. And the person he cares the most for is entirely different. But they care for him and seem to overlook the worst parts of him, even if he doesn't want to save orphans or whatever.

But then here's Halsin, who despite his own trauma, is still a good person. He's kind and genial and he's out here trying to do the right thing.

And to top it all off, he wants to have sex with Tav. Sex, the one thing Astarion should be good at, the one thing he should be able to provide to Tav. He's not a good or nice person, he's a pile of burdens, in his own mind, but he should be able to give them sex. But he can't.

And now Halsin, who is the kind of person Astarion isn't, is trying to give his partner the only thing Astarion sees himself as being good at. What does he have left to give to Tav? How can Astarion hope to keep them in his life?

Fair or not, I think he'd hate him for it.

#bg3 #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #Halsin #astarion x tav #my writing #my fanfic #headcanon #astarion headcanons

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