#spawn astarion ancunin

[storiesbyshadow]

Decadent

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion x Reader

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Kissing, Oral Fixation, Marking, Cunnilingus

Word Count: Around 1000

Written For: Shadow's Kinktober 2025

Squares/Prompts Filled: I5 - Oral Fixation

Dividers By: @/saradika-graphics

Requested By: @roguishcat from this ask.

A/N: Thank you for the request, love! I am writing a part 2 for this and the Somnophilia will be included in it 🥰

You caught him watching you again.

It wasn’t unusual, Astarion’s eyes were always sharp, always drinking in every detail, but tonight there was something different about the way his gaze lingered. You were simply sitting at the campfire, brushing crumbs from your fingers after dinner, but the way he tracked every movement, you’d think you were performing a sin just for him.

His lips curved, pale and sharp in the firelight. “Darling,” he purred, “you really shouldn’t tempt me like that.”

You blinked, confused, until he rose and came to kneel beside you. He took your hand delicately in his, turning it palm-up. Then, without asking, he brought your fingers to his mouth. The brush of his lips was shockingly intimate, his tongue flicking against the soft pad of your fingertip before he sucked it slowly between his lips.

Heat coiled low in your stomach. “Astarion…”

“Mmm.” He hummed around your finger, releasing it with a soft, wet sound that had your heart tripping over itself. His red eyes gleamed wickedly as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your knuckle, then to your wrist, lingering as though tasting every inch of you was his sole purpose in life.

“You’ve no idea how often I dream of this,” he confessed in a whisper, his mouth moving against your skin with every word. “The sweetness of your lips, the curve of your throat… I want it all. Again, and again, and again.”

He kissed his way up your arm gingerly, but the hunger in his eyes was undeniable. When he reached your lips, he didn’t rush; he brushed his mouth over yours, teasing, until you were leaning forward, chasing him. That’s when he finally kissed you, like he meant to steal the very breath from your lungs.

And when he pulled back, he licked his lips and smirked. “Addicting. You see, darling? I’ll never be cured of this particular vice. You’ll just have to indulge me.”

Astarion didn’t wait for a response. His hands were already sliding to your waist, guiding you back against your bedroll. He moved with the easy grace of a predator, settling himself above you, but his touch was gentle and teasing, maddeningly slow.

“Relax for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours between words, “I want to savor you properly.”

His mouth returned to yours, greedy and hot, tongue tracing every inch like he was memorizing the taste. But he couldn’t stay there long, his fixation was pulling him further, dragging his kisses down your neck. He sucked at your pulse, biting just enough to make you gasp, then soothing the mark with his tongue.

Every inch he touched, he claimed. Along your collarbone, your shoulder, the soft curve of your chest, each kiss wetter, hungrier. His hands pushed aside fabric with impatient elegance, baring more of you to his mouth.

“Gods, you’re decadent,” he groaned, kissing over your ribs, your stomach, lingering just below your navel. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, glowing with wicked delight.

He pressed his lips against your skin there, breathing you in before trailing lower. His kisses grew sloppier, open-mouthed and hungry, his tongue dragging heat over sensitive skin. He moaned against you, as if you were the sweetest meal he’d ever had.

When his mouth reached your thighs, he spread them apart achingly slow, placing gentle kisses down one side, then the other, always just shy of where you needed him. He grinned at the way you shivered.

“Oh, my sweet thing,” he purred, his breath hot against your core, “this is where I’ve wanted to be all along.” His lips brushed close enough to make you tremble, but he drew back with a low chuckle. “Beg for it, darling.”

His fangs glinted as he hovered there, torturing you with every hot exhale. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, he wasn’t going to stop until he’d worshiped you with that sinful mouth of his.

“Gods, please, I need you, Astarion!”

His smile curved, triumphant, before he lowered his head and gave in to the fixation he’d been dancing around for weeks.

The first drag of his tongue over you had your back arching, a sharp whimper escaping before you could stop it. He groaned against you like he’d just tasted the rarest wine, clutching your thighs to keep you open for him.

“Sweet gods…” he muttered, breaking away just long enough to kiss your inner thigh, his lips wet and swollen already. His eyes gleamed as he looked up at you, hair tumbling into his face. “I told you, didn’t I? Utterly addicting. You’re going to ruin me.”

And then he buried himself in you.

His mouth sealed over you, tongue stroking and curling with devastating precision, greedy and insistent. He moaned with every taste, each sound vibrating straight through you. His hands tightened on your thighs, keeping you spread as he feasted, alternating between long, indulgent licks and quick, sharp flicks of his tongue that made your toes curl.

Every time you gasped his name, he hummed, like your voice itself was something he wanted on his tongue too. He kissed, sucked, bit just enough to make you tremble, only to soothe with soft, wet strokes that left you quivering. He couldn’t get enough, kissing you sloppily, messily, pulling back only to lick his lips and dive right back in, more ravenous each time.

“You taste like sin itself,” he rasped against you, his voice ragged with hunger. “And I’m damned, darling...I don’t care if I never stop.”

Your body trembled under his unrelenting mouth, pleasure winding tighter with every swirl of his tongue, every sharp suck that left you crying out for him. He devoured you like he’d been starving for centuries, because, in truth, he had. And now he had found his favorite meal.

When release finally shattered through you, he didn’t stop, if anything, he grew more desperate, groaning against you as though your pleasure only fed his obsession. He held you down with trembling strength, drinking every last wave, until you were shaking beneath him.

Only then did he lift his head, lips wet, chin slick with you, his smirk absolutely sinful. He licked his mouth slowly, savoring every trace of yout cum, before leaning over you to press a kiss against your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.

“Delicious,” he purred, his voice low and thick with desire. “And you, my sweet, are mine to feast on whenever I please.”

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[beesneedswords]

Is This Goodbye or Hello Again

Spawn Astarion ending 🪷

Gn reader, but name given Gidja (God of the Moon/ Aboriginal Origin).

Masterlist

Astarion sits on a small patch of dirt, a small stone in front of him reading Gidja Farore 1334-1787. He places a bundle of autumncrocus atop the stone. He presses his lips to the cold rock before getting up. As he steps away his eyes never leave the grey boulder in front of him. It had been months, almost a year, since their passing and he still feels angry. They could've lived together, forever, but they had to stop him from completing the ritual. Tears threaten to leave his eyes and he finally decides to turn away.

The two of them were able to build a sort of community for the other spawn with the help of the macynoid colony. Astarion and Gidja lived in the arcane tower, while others lived around them. They started a small potion business to make money for them all to survive, mostly so Gidja could eat.

"How could I become so reliant on someone after two hundred years?!" He screams, "I told myself never to get too close!" Astarion turns back to the stone, eyes filled with fury, "How did you sneak into my heart and make me love you?"

Astarion crumples to the ground in sobs. Hot tears run down his perfectly pale face. He buries his face in his hands, trying to control the mess he's become. His body shakes with the sorrows flowing through him. Astarion sits for minutes, maybe hours, trying to control his grief.

When he finally runs out of tears he stands and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Every day he visits them, more anger and despair enters his body. He wanted them to be buried next to his headstone in Baldur's Gate, but no one was able to help him. He also thinks that is a good thing, he is still able to visit them. The funeral was beautiful, just what they would've wanted. Any friends and family they had left. Halsin, really being the only one still alive, and just barely. Halsin attempted to help Astarion cope, but he couldn't do much.

The other spawn have taken notice of Astarion's unstable state, taking note of his mentions of going into the sun to join his love.

“I'll join you soon.” He whispers to the dormit stone.

He stumbles back and goes back to the arcane tower. He's finally finished his preparations to leave. Astarion told Petras about his plans, and his brother agreed to take care of all the others. He grabs the backpack from the stiff mattress he hasn't laid on in months and stuffs it full of blood jars and clothes. He pulls on his armor in case of trouble and grabs the swords he'd been holding onto for almost three hundred years.

Astarion leaves the tower and makes his way up through the Underdark. Saying his goodbyes to the macynoid. Once he reaches the end of their colony he sees Petras and Daylria. They both give him a sad smile, knowing his end goal.

“We brought this for you.” Daylria says holding out a ring. The ring was nothing special, a gold band and gem, but Astarion recognized it. They'd found a skeleton couple laying in bed together with two rings. One was buried with Gidja. Petras and Daylria had scratched a new date for him, only the year, but the year Gidja and Astarion met.

Petra closes his hand around Astarion's, around the ring, “We'd done the same to theirs. We've arranged for a Gurr to bury you when… you've passed.”

“No,” Astarion says angrily, ripping his hand away from his brother, “I want to be buried here with them.”

“Alright, alright.” Petras says, “We can arrange it.”

Astarion nods, his posture rigid. He makes his way back up and through the old Selune temple. Even after all this time it has still remained empty. When he finally emerges into the temple he relives the battles with the Absolute cultists. He sees all the goblin skeletons, garments now torn and weathered, and the weapons rusted and disintegrating. The massive statues have been chipped and rounded from the falling ceiling allowing rain in. Astarion weaves in and out of the unrecognizable rubble.

The moonlight flows through the holes in the roof. Astarion stops under one, basking in the only sunlight he can live in. He reaches the ruined doors and attempts to push them open, but the hinges are rusted shut. He tries for hours to open them, but he never does. He screams, the grief and anger finally overwhelming his body. He throws a sword across the small room.

Astarion turns to the room where they killed Gut, he sees the once white moonlight becoming a soft yellow. This is his chance. He runs to one of the spots, standing just outside it. He watches the sun rise through the rubble, waiting for the sun to be up high enough. He doesn't want to suffer anymore, he wants something quick.

Once the sun has finally reached it's peak above the temple, Astarion steps into the light. He thinks of the many years he had with Gidja. Their face, the way their skin felt, how they always made him smile. The sun burns and blisters his skin, but he can't feel the pain anymore. He throws his arms out to his sides. Astarion smiles, feeling his fingers begin to crust and fall apart. He closes his eyes ignoring the sensation on his body turning to dust.

“I will be with you now, my love.” He says just before his body crumples. Some of the ashes blow away in the wind, but his heart remains. Petras and Daylria take him, that night, back to their settlement. They hold a small funeral and bury him with Gidja, their hearts together for the rest of time.