Short drabble of Astarion n tav cuddling. Very soft and domestic, maybe ooc astarion but oh well. Aimed toward a stronger fem tav cuz why is there never any content for fem tavs who aren't dainty little flowers.. Anyway enjoy it tysm for reading i appreciate you. probably will write more astarion.
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The room is cold, the moonlight from the open window creeps in and illuminates the wooden walls. His love had a habit of keeping the window open, enjoying the breeze, but really it’s to feel less trapped. Astarion could understand that, the need to have an exit ready and open at all times, so he didn’t say anything. He could see the moon from where he was laying on the bed, faced towards the window and back towards the door.
His love slept behind him, arms wrapped around his middle. Her face was burrowed into his neck, with soft breathing that reached his ears. Astarion had his back against her chest, left hand tracing small circles on her arms that wrapped around him while the right played with her loose hair. It tickled his neck and shoulders, but he’s become accustomed to it. It was one of his favorite things, anyway, her hair. It tickled his neck when they hugged, even though she was taller than him, and was soft in his hands when they kissed.
She shifts a little, and holds Astarion tighter. If he needed to breathe, her grip would be too tight; but he loves it, it makes him feel grounded. Her strength is another thing he loves. Astarion knows he’s not very strong, but he doesn’t mind it. His wit and sharp dagger can protect him just fine, but having someone as strong as her backing him does bring a sense of security. Her face burrows deeper in his neck, and Astarion can’t seem to pinpoint when the room got so warm. Maybe it’s them, under the blanket and her body heat that warms the whole room. It would make sense, his love is bright like the stars- no, the sun. Warm on a winter’s day but blazing hot during the summer. Warm and comforting to Astarion but scorching and burning to anyone else. Astarion would see himself as the snow that falls during the winter, only enjoyable when you protect yourself from its frostbite, but melted with the sun, it’s turned into a puddle. He thinks that’s rather accurate their relationship, and he smiles when the similarities become too much. She melts down his defenses with her warmth, and he’s unable to do anything to stop it.
He shifts a little under the blanket, using one hand to tuck a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, and softens when she speaks, “Go to sleep, Star.” Her voice is muffled against his neck, and slurred with sleep. Astarion’s voice comes out far too sweet and far too soft, “You first, darling.” His grin splits his face and hurts his cheeks when she grumbles in response. One of her hands leaves the space across his middle and makes its way up to his chest, right where his heart would be. “Did you.. have a bad dream?” Astarion’s heart would skip a beat if it still had any rhythm, even half-asleep she still asks about him. “No, darling,” he can hear the smile in his voice, “Just not tired.” It’s true, elves don’t need to sleep and he prefers to trance whenever she’s gone, anyway, wanting to savor every moment when she is near him. It’s another reason why he’s so content to just lay here, Astarion wants to memorize every breath, every small twitch, and every sleep ridden mumble for the inevitable moment when it’s all gone.
“Mm..” She grumbles, with a suspicious tone, but lets it go, it’s not a rare occurrence for him to just lay there while she sleeps. Her concern used to be that he didn’t like it, but Astarion has reassured her multiple times he enjoys just laying there with her. He reassures her, and he can feel her relax a little behind him. He presses a soft kiss to the part of her face he can reach, and smiles hard when she mirrors him, kissing a soft spot of his neck. Her hair tangles around his fingers as he plays with it, and he knows it won’t be long now before she falls back asleep, leaving him to think about their life. About how lucky he is. Astarion’s grin turns into a soft smile as he whispers, “Go to sleep, little love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
astarion with a stronger, taller tav. he loves that their neck is within biting distance, or even just easy access to kiss.
you lean down when you hug him, and he presses a soft kiss to your neck. or lays his head on your shoulder.
astarion has to stand on his tip toes when he wants to kiss you, and you have to crane your neck a little bit. he doesn't mind, particularly. he enjoys pulling your hair to make you equal to his height.
calling you his "little love", not matter how tall you are. (i remember seeing this hc before, i think from neckromantics?)
laying on your chest, and sprawling across your body. (see this.)
hiding behind you, like a little shit, when he steals from the wrong person; even though you both know astarion can defend himself. smiling, as you try to cover his ass.
loves when you scoop him up in your arms, especially during bedtime. you gently lay him down on the bed before you guys lay down together.
astarion loves to take advantage of your height. and on a deeper level, he loves that you can be taller than him, yet never make him feel small. you can be intimidating, and loom over everyone, yet he never feels scared of you. astarion loves that he can trust you like that, and he loves you, regardless of your height or body.
when astarion feeds, he'll bite into your biceps, or another strong body part. perferably, one that you can flex and he can drool over.
now.. some nsfw. you can skip these they're very self-indulgent to my own tav.
i read a fic like this, can't remember what it was, unfortunately, but astarion getting fucked while still being so clearly in control. whether you have a strap or a cock, he loves being able to tell you what to do while you give him pleasure.
him on top, this time. stretching your long legs over his shoulders, they're heavy with all the muscle you carry, but he doesn't mind. astarion loves being able to bend and fold you however he pleases.
collaring. having you on your knees. head reaching astarion's chest even kneeling down, pulling your leash tight, making you stand up. or pulling it down, making you kneel. he cradles your face in his hands, showing some gentleness and love before pulling the leash tight.
^ having the collar / leash combo while you fuck him. pulling it tight when he wants you to go faster, looser when astarion wants you to slow your speed. he's in control, and you are just a toy for him, in this moment.
^^ MORE of this cuz i'm sick. giving him a blowjob, having his legs atop your shoulders. again, pulling and loosening the leash based on how he wants it.
expanding on "he enjoys pulling your hair to make you equal to his height. " astarion pulls a good handful, and forces your lips to meet his. kissing you hard, or gentle.
and of course, these are all talked about beforehand and with clear consent. astarion would never make you do anything you're not comfortable with.
i hc that after the netherbrain, sex is off the table for a long time. these are all after you both settle down, and astarion's comfortable enough.
