#astarion x reader

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today's comfort character pull

someone who's spent two hundred years belonging to somebody cruel, still flinching at the softest touch, waiting for the price to come due. matched him to "I Know You Know" by Esperanza Spalding, patient love offered to someone whose trauma makes them brace against it.

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[dovesanctuarydonotkill]

I saw this thing of bats purring and astarion being able to do so...

I need to have a fic of Astarion without understanding, unlocking this capacity of purring now in reader's arms because he is so content and feels good and secure in her presence.

Sometimes, he even hates it because the purring betrays his thoughts. 😂

he's so cat

Contains: GN!Reader, established relationship, fluffy drabble

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First, a soft sigh. Then little hums. You laid there with him in your arms and just listened to his contented sounds, stroking his hair and rubbing his back. He felt loose, relaxed. He didn't seem tense or on edge or uncomfortable. He even asked you to scratch a hard to reach place on his back.

Then a deep rumble. Astarion closed his eyes and you realized it was coming from him. He had the faintest little smile on his face as he put an ear to your chest and listened to your heartbeat. Purring! Astarion was purring!

You chuckled. "Aww, I didn't know you could purr!"

He scoffed. "You just had to make it weird..."

"No, no! It's cute! You sounded so happy."

"Hells, you might as well be reading my thoughts."

You ran a hand down his back. He closed his mouth and settled back down again.

"Not a word to anyone else," he whispered.

"My lips are sealed," you promised.

He started purring again. You naturally assumed this was a vampire thing, which meant that this, like with many other things, was new to him. He'd had access to full meals since the start of this journey, he'd drank the blood of a person for the first time, and now he was starting to feel content. Safe.

He yawned, his mouth opening wide. You petted his hair as he leaned into your touch.

"Big yawn," you joked.

"Don't push your luck, darling."

[dovesanctuarydonotkill]

Heyyyy, I just had a thought pop in my head and sort of need the pencil of a writer that understands thisbcomplex character to write about it. Author llease work your magic and make this fic come to life!!!

Astarion would be the type to have erectile dysfunction during his healing because of all the trauma he endure. I'm so sure he would be so frustrated with himself when he would want to perform with tav and would get so upset because it wouldn't get up. He definitely has some performance anxieties and puts too much pressure on himslef too even if he would never admit it to tav. Like what do you mean the sexy vampire who seduces so many and had sex for two centuries can't get hard in front of the love of his life ???

It would all get better with time and with a lot of work he would feel ready and not be nervous about it, but there's a long path until that moment.

the fact that I already had a request for the reverse of this concept with the same character in the works speaks volume to the range of experiences when it comes to recovery from sexual trauma. from arousal at the least expected/wanted times to being unable to experience arousal when it is wanted. I personally find this one extremely relatable because the first date I went on after leaving my rapist I was on board with everything my date and I were doing but my heart would NOT stop pounding and my hands were shaking so much. the performance anxiety is real.

but also the fact you consider me knowledgeable enough to tackle this topic and this complex character makes me think A. you just think I can do it and im honored because it means I'm fulfilling at least some of my responsibilities as a writer when it comes to depicting sensitive topics, or B. there's not enough writers in this fandom who actually do that and that scares me. I want to believe it's A but I know the ascension copium in this fandom is strong.

Consider this fic a companion to this fic where Astarion has the opposite problem. I think these two belong together.

Contains: gn!reader, sexual trauma, anxiety, hurt/comfort

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His playful side seemed to come out more than ever these days. Just a little bit of kissing and heavy petting and he was already nibbling your bottom lip. And grabbing your ass. And pressing his knee against your groin.

"Haven't seen you so eager in so long," you said.

"I'm bored," he replied. "It's been an age, darling."

Your leg fit just right between his legs now. You pressed your knee against his groin, feeling him flaccid for now, but you were more preoccupied with the hands under your clothes.

"Bored and hungry," he added, adding love bites to your neck and sliding off your shirt to add them to your shoulder. "I don't need much. Just a quick snack. Something to invigorate us both."

He sank his teeth into your shoulder just enough to drink a little bit of blood. You moaned and gripped his hair by the base of his neck.

"Mmm, that sound," he purred. "Don't stop there now."

You stood there entangled in each other, only separating to take off an article of clothing. Although he was all too eager to see and feel your bare body in all its glory, something felt... off. You didn't feel him getting hard in his pants, and certainly not his underwear. Still, you weren't one to judge, and you didn't need him to have a boner to have a good time. But he seemed very committed to keeping any part of you away from his groin. At first you thought it was teasing, keeping you away until he said, so you kept your hands off. Then you had the sense he might not want to be touched. And you had seen that play out. Just the other night, he didn't want any hands on him, so you got to try having those tied above your head while he drank blood from your inner thigh and thrust into you for so long he fell into a trance almost immediately after he untied you.

But you were diligent. It was important to check in on him often, because he just didn't know what healthy or unhealthy coping mechanisms were sometimes, and he was finding himself inadvertently self-harming because of various habits from long ago and some new things he did now that he had this whole new lease on life. Like when he peeked through the curtains to watch the sun rise until it got high enough to start burning him, or he ate some of the garlic bread in the pantry. But sometimes, he just wouldn't tell you something was wrong, until it was too late.

"What's going through your head, star?" you asked, fixing a disheveled lock of hair.

"You, of course," he said, running his hands down your sides. "You're so beautiful."

"I mean it. I worry about you, you know. When we do this."

"Sweet of you as always," he replied. This time he rubbed your hips and pressed your bodies together again. Against your thigh, you felt his soft cock twitch, but nothing more.

His eyes widened. Panic set in.

"Don't worry, darling! I swear I want this! I just... I... I..."

He started shaking in your arms and breathing rapidly, his façade crumbling right before you. Before you could say or do anything, he stumbled back, staring down at his groin and frantically rubbing and squeezing at it. His cock stayed soft in his briefs, which only made him more frustrated and panicked. And humiliated.

"Astarion, why don't we just take a minute?" you suggested, stepping in and gently moving his hands away before he caused himself any chafing.

"I've been taking a minute this whole time!" he exclaimed. "Gods, the perfect night for us to just have a fun little romp, and I can't get aroused! It's ridiculous, isn't it? After all this time, my body could react to anything, no matter how slight of a touch I felt, and now it decides it can't... work!"

"Astarion, look at you! You're shaking like a leaf! I don't think you're calm enough to get it up!"

"But all those other times..."

He threw his hands up and walked away from you and to the bed, where he sat down and hung his head.

"Am I missing something here?"

"You're just anxious," you explained. "I think all that seduction freaked you out."

"Anxious?" he laughed. "No, no, no. 'Anxious' is when you got all shy and cute when you said I could drink your blood again. This isn't cute. It's mortifying."

"That's also anxious," you said, sitting beside him. "It's rarely ever something endearing. This might be performance anxiety. Your body's going into fight-or-flight mode because of all those unpleasant sexual encounters from before."

"But that's not fair! I like sex! I've been waiting months to try all sorts of fun things with you!"

"That's normal too. Your brain and body aren't always in agreement."

"So if I just make them agree, then--"

"Slow down."

He huffed. You held his hand.

"We have options. We could call it a night. We could spend more time on foreplay to calm your nerves, and maybe you could get it up. Do something that doesn't require you to have an erection. But we're not gonna push through. That'll only make you feel worse."

"But I..."

You could hear his voice crack.

"It's just not fair. It wasn't enough to be free. Everything Cazador made me do, I did it. Or I got lashes. Now that I'm free, now that I'm better than him... I'm just... soft. In every sense of the word."

"Astarion."

He looked at you.

"Two hundred years, Astarion. Just one day of what you went through takes time and care to heal from. It's harder to put yourself back together than falling apart, but... it can be done."

Astarion leaned on your shoulder. You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb.

"You wanna go to bed? Nothing else?" you asked. "Like I said, we have options."

He smiled.

[dovesanctuarydonotkill]

Can you please write something with astarion× fem reader. I have always imagined that elves have sensitive ears that also move according to some emotions and sensations. Astarion ears are soo cute in my opinion.

So imagine Astarion being cuddled up in tav's embrace maybe on her chest while she pets and caresses his head, her hand gently massaging his scalp and she then massages one of his ears (I'm sure she had already discovered this spot for astarion) and astarion loves it and his body reacts.

However, even if he doesn't feel ready for sex, he gets hard without being ablebto hide it and the front gets a dark wet patch of arousal expanding on his trousers.

Not only he feels embarrassed by this, but he doesn't feel ready for sex and he doesn't want to do or perform anything sexual. He knows he is safe with tav, but he is afraid of how she would interpret it and think he does want to do things just because he has a boner. He remembers his past trauma and cazador and other suitors also just doing things /continuing or thinking he's asking for things because of it. His body would react sometimes without him being turn on.

But tav continues to softly massage his ears and scalp while softly talking to him and at some point he brings it up and she just answers him that she knows he is not ready and she didn't think that because of his reaction down there, it meant that which makes astarion sort of emotional and tear up but he tries to hide it while putting his face in her chest, his ears turning red.

Astarion would definitely be so touched and realized that not everyone thinks the same way the people in his past did and the way he was conditioned to.

I can see astarion having a lot of emotional boners and the more he heals the more they manifest( to his mortification) because his body knows he is safe and he let's himself feel more things

oh god this one makes me feel things😭 because he's probably been blaming himself for so many horrible incidents for so many decades and it would be so hard to unlearn that!

Editing Dove here, hi hello, I can't believe I got a request for the exact opposite of this concept and I love that? I'll get to that one ASAP because that's what it deserves, I love that this is the range of interpretations when it comes to astarion and sex.

Contains: post-game, f!reader, sexual trauma

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Nights like these made the horrors of the past seem so far behind you. Curled up in bed with Astarion, you laid back against the pillows and played with his hair as you held him close. You twirled each individual curl you could see around your finger and ran your whole hand through everything and scratched at his scalp. His normally slicked back style now sported some long fringe that hung down in his eyes, since it was time for bed. At least it would be in his eyes if his face wasn't tucked against your bosom, drifting off slowly.

His ears flicked as you came close to them, something you had learned meant that he was content. You scratched behind them and he nearly purred.

Massaging them from base to tip made him hum happily. He nuzzled deeper into your chest, in the most affectionate way you'd ever seen.

It didn't last long. He stiffened all over and fidgeted in place, pressing his legs together. His breath grew shallow and unsteady and he slowly shrank away from you to close in on himself.

"Astarion?"

He started shaking, but he didn't answer.

"Astarion, what's going on?"

You put a hand on his shoulder, making him violently jolt unlike anything you'd ever seen before. It was like he was in pain.

"My bad," you said. "I won't touch you. Just tell me what's wrong."

"I can't," he whispered. "I can't, I can't, I can't..."

"You can't what?" you asked, leaning in but keeping your distance as he curled into the fetal position.

"I can't do it," he said. "I know I want to, but I can't! Gods, make it stop!"

"Make what stop? I can't help you if I don't know how," you replied.

He sniffled and uncurled himself, hiding his face in his hands but straightening the lower half of his body until you saw it. A sizable tent in his pants with a huge precum stain.

"Oh, Astarion..." you said softly.

"You would have felt it..." he sobbed. "You would have felt it and we would have had sex. But I can't! No matter how much I want it, I just can't! If I have to do anything right now..."

You offered him your hand. "It's alright. I know it's been tough. You've been wanting sex off and on lately, which only makes sense. I understand if you don't want it tonight; I'm not really in the mood either."

"But of course I want it!" he said as if it was somehow an obvious fact. "Look at me! Already aroused? Already staining my clothes?"

"It's just an erection! That doesn't mean you want sex!"

He paused and sat up. "It doesn't?"

"No, of course not," you said. "Arousal can just happen, whether you're actually interested in having sex or not. You know, morning wood and all? Even I get wet at random times."

"I... I completely forgot," he said softly. "If I ever knew it at all."

He hugged his knees. "Cazador always said that our bodies made our decisions for us. If we were aroused, it meant we wanted to bed our current mark, no matter what. If we weren't, it didn't matter. We had orders. Perhaps this one simply wasn't our type."

"Gods, that's... that's vile," you said. "And look at you! He made you terrified of your own body!"

"It didn't stop there. You know I can be... active. Young. Virile. Plenty of energy and libido to go around. Cazador considered those our most desirable traits. I always hated myself for always being so... willing."

He grabbed your hand and held it tight.

"So many nights I was convinced I liked what was happening. So many times other people used me. I told you I rarely ever finished, but there were times when I did, and..."

He sobbed quietly, collapsing on top of you and clinging to you tighter than he was before. All you could do was hold him like you did earlier.

"I know, love. It's alright. If you didn't like it, you didn't like it."

"I let so many of them... use me, just because I was aroused..."

"You didn't let anyone do anything," you said, soft but firm. "None of it was ever your fault. You know that."

He tentatively climbed back on top of you, but it was clear his very unwanted hard-on brought so much embarrassment, shame, and disgust for his own body, and he was scared to lay on his stomach with his pelvis pressed flat against yours. He awkwardly twisted his hips to the side and crossed his legs as he cried into your chest.

"It just happens," you reminded him. "Arousal just happens. It doesn't mean you want sex. Wanting sex means wanting sex."

"It... it just happens," he repeated. "I... gods, why did it have to be my ears, of all things? In all my years of conquests, I never felt arousal from ear rubs!"

"Maybe you're getting so comfortable your body's relaxing more than you can keep up with? You were so comfy before."

He wiped his tears on his sleeve. "It felt... nice. I just didn't realize it could make me react that way."

"Why don't we just table the ear rubs for now?" you asked. "And anything else that might set you off?"

"Actually... I sort of miss it already," he said. "I wouldn't mind if you just... kept going."

"Are you sure? You might be hard for a while."

"I'm sure."

He settled back down and you tentatively stroked his ear again. This time he sighed and melted back into your embrace.

"How's that?" you asked. "Too much?"

"Oh, no, darling. This is just right."

[a-bad-dream-archive]

｡+.｡ﾟLET THE LIGHT IN, Astarion x f!Cleric of Lathander

( read on AO3 ) chapters 3/12 currently online!

Maybe you're the only sun that could never hurt him. — A relationship study of Astarion and a female cleric of Lathander.

[the-did-i-ask]

Thinking about not being able to sleep (not projecting) around Astarion when youre very much not a vampire.

It's 2 in the morning, and you haven't gotten a LICK of sleep. You're not even tired, youre awake, maybe even hyper, and Astarion is just there, watching this happen.

At first he finds it fun and humorous that he doesn't have to hide behind curtains or keep you from the sun to hang out, but then he gets concerned.

You're becoming anxious, a bit erratic, maybe even panicky. This is something he wil not allow, so even if youre fighting him on it, he will get you into bed, claiming that surprisingly HE is tired and HE needs comfort.

He of course tucks you all in and begins to massage your scalp, long nails scratching down your scalp with just enough pressure to make you melt.

And hey, even if you dont sleep, at least youre in bed, somewhere the panic and harm cant get you

[littlelionwriting]

So.... Here is part 1 of the Astarion Hurt/Comfort!AU I was talking about! Half elves cook for about 18 months so Kyrevae would be about 6 months in this. And he is such a cutie! I'm going to make a part 2 but I wanted this part out first! Enjoy!

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              He had been cruel. He knew he had been. Said words he didn't mean, vitriol and rage wrapped in words he could never take back.

              He didn't mean it…

              But did that really matter? Did it matter that he regretted it almost immediately after leaving them? They we're alone he told himself. They would be fine. They were smart, strong, and resourceful.

              They didn't need him.

              But that didn't stop the guilt that gnawed at him within his chest in the dead of night as he walked the cold streets of Baldur's Gate. Didn't stop the urge to go find you. To kneel at your feet and beg for your forgiveness. Say he didn't mean it. That he was a fool. That he would do anything to take it back.

              But he didn't.

              It was almost two years that he lived as ghost. A whisper of the elf he used to be. And he couldn't help but think about how you were right. How if he had ascended he would have become a monster… the monster he had always told you he never wanted to be. And once again, his wounded pride whimpered in his mind as it battled with the guilt he bore like a stone on his shoulders.

              Two years, two years of not even a rumor of you within the walls of Baldur's Gate reached his years. He couldn't blame you. You were the hero of the city but he had poisoned the well. Poisoned the streets and the walls, the smiling faces must be bittersweet to your kind heart. To look at a city who sang your praises but think he must have hated you.

              It wasn't true.

              But, he finally heard it. The rumor of the hero within the city walls once again. It made his undead heart race. Race with the idea that maybe, just maybe, he could talk to you. He would have the chance to fix this.

              But would you forgive him?

              He rushed through the streets, the accursed busy streets bustling with people unaware of his quest to find you. He had to find you. He had to. He would settle for nothing else, even if he had to overturn every single stone in this city. And that is when he caught it, your scent on the wind — a scent of honeysuckle and sweetness that was completely and uniquely you. There was no mistaking it. His head swiveled, looking left and right, for you. And there you were. Standing, smiling, and laughing with a merchant. As beautiful as the day he left you. But then he saw something that made his chest seize. Tied to your chest with a brightly colored piece of cloth wrapped securely around you… was a child. A little child fast asleep with silver hair.

              Hands and legs shaking, taking a step forward with his words dying in his throat, he moved like a ghost through the crowd towards you. You were within arm's reach. He had to say something. Tell you he was there. Something.

"Darling...?"

              That voice…

              That voice that once made your heart race was making your heart race for a different reason now. Instead of the overwhelming love and affection you had once felt, you now felt a cold dread creep down your spine.

              This wasn't how you had wanted him to find out.

              Your grip subconsciously tightened around your son as he slept on your chest, slowly turning to face where you heard Astarion's voice. Your eyes meeting those breathtaking red eyes for the first time in two years. Two years of tears, heartache, and wondering if he was, at the very least, safe.

              Astarion couldn't help it as he stood in front of you, his eyes darting from yours to the little bundle on your chest. Now that he was closer he could see the child clearly, a round cerub face with their hand curled in a tiny fist resting on your chest and their mouth slightly parted as they slept in the midday sun.

              They looked like him…

              Curls of silver hair that rested like a crown upon their head, but they had your nose. He could see it, the perfect mix of you and him. How much had he missed? How much had his foolish pride damaged? It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees here on the cobble stones and plead — beg — for your forgiveness. He didn't deserve it. Seeing this little child curled up on your chest, he knew he didn't deserve it.

              "You have a child…" He saw it, the slight tense of your muscles as your arms wrapped protectively around the little thing. Saw the way your jaw clenched, the apprehension in your eyes. He deserved it. Deserved your caution.

              "Yes." The word hung between the two of you like the sword of damocles, waiting to fall and see what would happen. Astarion opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find words that failed him. In the end he could only hang his head, unable to meet your eyes.

              "I…" The sound of your soft exhale reached his ears, the sound that you always made when you were making a decision. He just hoped he ended on the right side of this one.

              "Would… would you like to talk?" Your voice was soft, gentle, kind. Everything he didn't deserve. But the idea that you would give him this chance? It made him hope — hope that he could fix things. His eyes slowly rose from the rocks underneath both of your feet, meeting yours once again.

              "Yes… I would."

[ulltravioletnonsense]

astarion with a chronically ill significant other and the angst of him watching his partner slowly deteriorate during a flare up, terrified of loosing the only person he’s ever truly cared for, and partner desperately trying to explain that while it does appear they are dying this is just their normal.