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Hello, little beasties in my cell. Would you be interested in a discord server perchance?
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Salutations! I just finished devouring all of your Astarion drables, thoughts, and comments and I absolutely adored them all!!! I love your ideas and thoughts on this delightfully complex, emotional, and wonderful vampire! Thank you so much for sharing your hard work on these! Each one has been a delight 🥰
Thank you for such a kind message!! It makes me really happy that you're enjoying my silly little rambles. You're a gem! ❤️
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I just want you to know I am obsessed with your headcanons and your blog 💖💖💖
Thank you, angel! That's mighty kind of you to pop in and say. I appreciate you. 😊
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Can we please talk about how often vampires are seen having infatuations with the living, simply because they’re… well, living? How Astarion's vampiric nature would have him frequently mesmerized by just how alive you are??
Pt1.
(nsfw warning. oops. It's mostly fluff tho. there is kinda breathplay in this. i didn't mean to, but-)
Astarion who, smitten as he is, rests his head against your chest during one of your regular lazy morning cuddles. He’s not so covertly listening in on the pounding of your heart. Bare skin sensitive to every brush of his fingertips as he traces them up and down the softness of your side, tapping along to each solid thud as it beats away for him. You try not to squirm too much in fear of jostling him out of whatever dreamlike state he’s fallen into, but you’ve no need to worry. Your soft breathing—the subsequent rise and fall of your belly— is only lulling him further and further into that rare state of tranquility.
After a while, he’ll relocate a little further down. One pointed ear presses tight to the tender skin of your ribs as he seeks to be even closer to the sound, and this time, you can’t stop yourself from squirming. It’s his hair that does you in. The pale curls at the back of his neck are so silky soft against your flesh that it just about tickles, and the goosebumps that start to crawl their way up your arms only get worse each time he readjusts. He sounds so drowsy when he shushes your giggles, and when you insist you can’t help it, that it's his fault, he shushes you a second time. As if the sound of your laughter isn’t precious to him all on its own.
Astarion, who often finds himself with his lips to your pulse point without really knowing how he got there. You’ll be sat by the fire having idle chit-chat, and the next thing you know, he’s pulling your joined hands up toward his mouth as it’s your turn to speak. The first time it’d happened, you thought maybe he wanted a bit of a snack or something (not that he’s really ever done so without asking, first. Even though you’ve said about one thousand times that the offer is always on the table), but when you turned to glance at him, there wasn’t an ounce of hunger in those ruby eyes of his. He was listening to you as intently as always. Even nodded to encourage you when your sentence trailed off a bit in your confusion.
You’re not entirely sure he knows he’s doing it, or why he’s doing it for that matter, but you couldn’t be more wrong.
There’s a general warmth radiating from you that, despite Astarion’s best efforts in the past, he’s always been magnetized to. But here? Where his mouth stays poised? It’s a heat like nothing else. The steady pulse of blood—of life—calls out to him like a siren song, and while the hunger is there (will always be there), there is also something else. Something more, perhaps? A feeling he can’t quite put a name to. It’s a comfort, maybe. An assurance, he reasons to himself. That steady thump of life beneath his lips is proof enough that you’re still here with him.
Anyway.
Conversations continue without a hitch now-a-days, despite his voice being a little more than muffled with his lips jammed against whatever pulse point he can find. But, you don’t mind because while you can’t see him smiling, you sure can feel it.
Astarion, who gets struck with such a strange, desperate need to feel your breath that he has to lift his hand to your lips as he sinks deep into your warmth. Mouth half-open from your previous slack-jawed whining, not even a moment passes before you’re pressing sloppy, wet kisses to the cool skin he’s offered up to you, lids heavy with lust as you try and fail to keep your eyes focused on your lover. It still baffles him how you never miss a beat—not with him, anyway—not even when he’s got the entire bottom half of your face cupped beneath a firm hand.
His own mouth can't stop exploring every inch of flesh it can reach. He says your name but it sounds more like a thank you, fangs pricking against the inside of the arm you've got wrapped around his neck as your heels dig into the meat of his ass to nudge him forward still. Your fingers curl into his hair, getting a good handful that you'd never dare to pull. It's a gentle guiding that drives him mad—the way you herd him ever closer with such a tender touch—as if he isn't pinning you into the mattress with the majority of his weight already.
While his breaths are unneeded, they quickly match pace with the ones you’re puffing against his hand. Hitching into a gasp that he can’t think to contain when your moaning sends vibrations all the way up to his elbow. Your quick gulps of air stutter beneath him as the two of you get your bearings, and your next exhale is so sharp as his hips jerk against yours that it practically whistles out between the spaces of his fingers.
Astarion doesn't think he's ever heard anything more perfect in all his undeath.
(Me quietly to myself: what kind of kink is this.)
#bg3#astarion ancunin#baldurs gate 3#astarion#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#bg3 tav#astarion headcanons#astarion smut
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This isn't really an ask--but I saw your tags about the guy in your inbox and I just wanted to put something nice instead for you!
I really love your style of writing--theres a rhythm to it that's very gripping and strong, and you have a great sense of pacing, even in your shorter drabbles.
Anyways, I hope this isn't weird or anything 😅
Again, I'm sorry for such a late answer. This wasn't weird at all btw!
This is so very kind of you. It really means a lot that you'd take the time out of your day to come say something sweet to little old me. <3 Thank you!!
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i loveeee your snippets and head canons so much, creature!astarion changed my brain chemistry. i can’t wait to read more from you <3
Sorry for the late answer, this is so sweet! Thank you, angel. I'm really hoping to get back into the swing of things.
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Honestly, I wouldn't even give that anon the time of day. Some folks seem to be convinced that they have the right to control and make demands of anyone and anything that does anything creative, and if they don't like something, they stomp around like a child having a temper tantrum, demanding that everything should be as they liked, and how dare you post (insert thing thing you like or wrote or whatever). It is maddening.
They don't have the right to make their issues into your problem. Just ignore them. They said they unfollowed? Good. Let them be rude elsewhere. You're awesome the way you are. If anyone has to 'Do Better', it's the anon troll that left that nasty message.
Thank you for such a kind message, sweetpea!
I've actually been getting a lot of weird anons lately, and it made me kind of step back from this blog for a bit bc I am NOT equipped for it at the moment. But, I definitely blocked that anon in particular because like... what?
It really was just so baffling to me. Like, what were they even talking about? 🤸♂️
Thank you, again! You're a gem.
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Might fuck around and write a modern-ish au where Astarion is a fae who fools silly little you into running away with him.
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If you're wondering where I went, I've just been sitting on the floor of a dark room contemplating what the fuck this anon meant, and if they were serious.
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Put on the astarion flavored perfume and I'm barking like a dog it smells so good
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it was supposed to be a grocery run but gale added books to the grocery list
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Okay I'm conflicted
#THERE IS CONFLICT INSIDE OF ME#also hi i am back whether you like it or not#i decided to not listen to the guy in my inbox and i will be continuing my blog out of spite
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esper: (lying) i'm happy, big, and sexually normal.
alt title: wretched thing. pull yourself together. inspired loosely by this post about freakish uncanny vampire astarion, and the hope and prayer that i'm not the only one who finds durge's canon necrophilia a little bit hilarious, frankly, given the circumstances. special thanks also to my dear friend ellie for enabling me.
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