The Goblet

AA being able to smell when you're wet for him. You deliberately fantasizing & clenching your thighs when you two are in public. AA being left with no thought but the idea of his face between your tender legs. AA ripping your dress off the second no one can see you anymore 🩸

CN Somno Falling asleep in Astarion's arms, knowing fully well you're about to wake right back up, all drenched, with his delicate fingers between your legs ♡

Praise comes in many forms. Astarion doesn't always use his words. Sometimes, instead, it's a hand placed on your head, his thumb drawing small circles into your scalp as you taste him. Sometimes, it's him holding your face in adoration as you ride him so well. +

"Good boy" isn't enough anymore. Seeing Astarion smile and blush isn't. You need to see him shiver. "You're growing so beautifully for me, hun. That's it." You need to hear him gasp for air. "I love how you get harder and harder, even when +

"Now, now", Astarion drawls, "What's this?" His smirk as he approaches the bed, face and shirt still blood-smeared from his hunt, is insufferable. His hand reaches between your legs, but you've already let your little experiment disappear into nothingness. +

Astarion's mouth is working wonders between your legs, while you lean back and let him take all your worries away for a few precious hours. He's all over you in the most leisurely way possible. His lips are wrapped around you, the pad of his tongue insistently pressing (1/2)

You're looking to the orange man up on that pompous stage, tears in ur eyes, face stiff. Astarion? He's looking at you. You - the one who gave him everything. No. No, he's not gonna let anything happen to you. Not to the ones you love. Not to the life you built. No. Not ever.

Giving Astarion a much-needed massage. Showing him innocent touch. A short reprieve. Letting him decide "innocent" isn't enough today. Letting him guide ur hands to his growing bulge. Letting him moan so sweetly as ur fingers explore him & ur lips rest against his temple ♡

You're tired, cramping, bleeding. Astarion's between your legs. He's leisurely eating you out, taking his time. He's holding a warm cloth to your belly, and his tongue goes in for stroke after stroke. No hurry. No goal. Just relaxing together, + (1/2)

What kinds of hobbies do you think Astarion picks up post-game?

The others might have asked you two to be a bit more...subtle. So after winning a big fight, Astarion doesn't take you against the nearest wall that was definitely not out of earshot. Instead, (1/2)

CN CNC Taking a paralysing potion so that Astarion can truly do to you whatever he wants ♡

Astarion, finally reclaiming his sexuality + an innocent, inexperienced Tav = corruption kink ♡

Feeling Astarion pulse and twitch inside you as you stare deep into his blood-red eyes. Everything is laid bare between you. Every weakness on display as he holds himself back from helplessly spilling into you ♡

“Not yet, my love. You can hold out for me, can’t you?” Astarion’s thumb is gently circling your most sensitive spot. He knows your high is imminent, he asks you to not let go yet - and still he shows no mercy, knowing exactly how to push your buttons. +