#averyll springheart

[steelsuit]

Pin-up commission for @bunnidarling Thank you lots!! The pose is based on a Marilyn Monroe photo from playboy as request! 😊💙

[blatterburystreet]

a little commission for @bunnidarling <3

[bunnidarling]

I'm beyond over the moon with this beautiful painting I commissioned from Lily @feyspeaker

I'm chronicling their adventures here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[bunnidarling]

Render by Mahtsazizi

An Excerpt from "Worship Part II":

Astarion

It was beautiful watching the bard unravel beneath him; he slid undone as easily as the ribbon he had pulled from his hair earlier in the evening. He hitched Averyll’s other leg up on his hip so he could better lean in, his gaze raking over his body before drinking in his face.

Averyll’s back arched, a keening moan muffled into his arm. “Ah ah.” Astarion cautioned, his own breath coming up quicker as he chased his bliss, “Do that again and I’ll hold them down.” 

“P-promise?” Averyll bit his bottom lip and slid his hands down his sides, putting them in easy reach. Astarion grasped them both and held them firm as his hips pounded, driving himself deeper and faster, thoughts leaving his own mind as the world around them fell away. There was only the molten pressure deep within his lover and the angelic music rising from his lips. 

His thrusts became shorter, frenetic as he angled for that spot tucked away that would make Averyll sing for him. “P-please don’t…” Astarion bent forward and gathered Averyll up to him with one hand behind his head, the other clutched tight on his thigh. “...Don’t stop” Averyll breathed before their lips crashed together with such force their teeth clicked. Averyll’s arm wrapped around Astarion’s shoulder, grasping tight on his hair. 

Averyll trembled in his arms, breaking away from their kiss to howl Astarion’s name among a stream of obscenities and blasphemies as he shattered apart. His fingers dug in as he felt Averyll flutter around his cock, holding him even closer. Averyll was shaking, sobbing in his arms as he rode him through. “Pleasepleaseplease” Averyll chanted almost as if he were casting a spell. And wasn’t he just? Astarion pressed his forehead to his lover’s, “Gods Averyll!” he practically screamed as his orgasm seared through him, scorching every part of him on its way out, especially those places he kept secret and hidden. His muscles ached but he didn’t let go, if anything he held tighter, not wanting the moment to end. 

Get their whole story here

[bunnidarling]

"Who eats them like that? You're embarrassing me." (help I love you so much my heart is exploding)

A post-victory visit to Mum's inn for Averyll's favourite food in all of Toril- his Mum's sweet rolls.

Gorgeous art by @shinkomiii

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[bunnidarling]

See the uncropped version here

I'm pretty sure every kiss with Averyll is as if his life depended on it.

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[bunnidarling]

I was so smitten by @finnfrei 's sweet round eyed Astarion I commissioned her to make me a matching Averyll. I'm so in love with them both. I adore my boys!

Read about them here if you like!

[bunnidarling]

Averyll | Half-Elf | Bard-Druid | He/Him | 40

What is your Tav’s…

favorite weapon: His singing sword, Phalar Aluve

style of combat: Supportive - healing spells and buffs 

most prized possession: Viola and his commitment ring

deepest desire: Extending the lives of those he loves most and helping find a way for Astarion to bask in the sun once more.

guilty pleasure: Horrifically bad erotica novels, and reading them out loud to his friends

best-kept secret: He’s shy and while he doesn’t hide anything about his personal life, he’s not open about it either, apart from with the closest of friends/lovers. 

greatest strength: His kindness and his large heart

fatal flaw: Impulsive without much thought of possible consequences

favorite smell: His lover’s skin and their hair, His mom’s cinnamon buns baking

favorite spell or cantrip: Dissonant Whispers

pet peeve: Rudeness

bad habit: Lip biting

hidden talent: With the right makeup and clothing, he makes a beautiful woman

leisure activity: writing in his journal, writing stories, sketching

favorite drink: Mermaid Whiskey 

comfort food: Any sweet baked goods

favorite person(s): Astarion, Halsin, Claude and a high elf named Raileigh 

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Kissing

fondest childhood memory: Learning to sing and play instruments with his mom and her bandmates. 

Art by Annteya

I stole this from @vixstarria

Lets see: @tallymonster @bhaalbaaby @kringle-c @tragedybunny @brabblesblog @just-a-refrigerator

His adventure starts here: Peridots and Rubies