Little Things That Would Make Astarion Fall Harder For You
♡ little things that would make astarion fall harder for you♡
how you described his looks in great detail once you learned he couldn't see his own reflection (and while doing so, you never once sexualised him)
how you don't press when he doesn't want to talk
how your touch is warm and gentle against his marble skin
how you laugh at the silliest things sometimes
how you give him little looks when you think he isn’t watching
how you tilt your neck toward him playfully
how you ask him how the sun feels on his skin
how you crack vampire jokes
how you cherish the small things in life
how you gleefully ask him to dance with you (and how happy you look when he reluctantly agrees)
how you wink at him from time to time
how you bought him nail file when he lost his
how he realised with you, that kiss can just me a kiss; nothing more, nothing less
how you laugh at his briefs (or more importantly, the message he engraved there)
how he catches the way you gaze at the horizon with a longing for what was or what might have been, when you think no one can see you (he sees though, and understands more than he would care to admit)
how you tug your hair behind your ear (he finds it endearing)
how you have special smile that you reserve just for him and him only
how you give him matching magic rings
how you pause for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the sunset in peaceful silence
how you make it a point to greet him warmly each morning at the camp
how you screeched your nose while tasting particularly awful wine
how you stand up for him, while others are suspicious and wary of who he is
how your hand finds its way into his without you even noticing
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you can find more of my works about astarion ♡here♡
and (!) again, thank for the request <3
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♡ halsin's little distraction♡
pov:halsin pinning over tav during the tiefling party, after declining their offer to get to know them, he sneaks off to please himself

"There are a lot of thirsty people down there," Halsin remarked, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. He watched you leave, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. Despite your outward composure, he noticed the slight heaviness in your steps, the way your eyes avoided his for a second, and the subtle redness creeping up your neck.
He had known you for such a short time, really; but the sincerity of your reaction to his rejection had stirred something within him. You seemed sweet, trying to mask your disappointment with a brave face. It was a shame, as in his eyes there was no reason for embarrassment. You simply saw an opportunity and took it. If circumstances were different, you wouldn’t have needed to ask—he would have been the one to come to you first, eager and unabashed. But duty weighed heavily on him, now stronger then ever. So Halsin held back his desires, even as a slow-burning heat smoldered deep inside him, a tightness growing within.
oh
He felt a bit too old to be reacting to you with such enthusiasm. Perhaps the goblin cell had worn on him… or maybe he simply liked you more than he expected.
The Tiefling party continued in full swing, laughter and music blending into a joyous symphony. Yet, amidst all of this, Halsin couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. His thoughts lingered on the curve of your smile, the subtle grace in your movements. A bottle of wine, held firmly in your hand.
His mind swirled, unable to withstand the overwhelming desire. He had to get out of there, to clear his mind and relieve the tension building in his pants. He could sense you, see you talking and laughing with joy, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
Halsin definitely needed a moment of solitude away from certain distractions; realizing he had to distance himself from you. Otherwise, he might reconsider your rather open invitation, take you somewhere private, and thoroughly fuck you until those cheeks turned red for entirely different reasons than sour wine. Oh, how he would like to see that, but he couldn’t; he needed to remind himself over and over again. So discreetly, Halsin slipped away, his tall, broad frame moving with surprising stealth as he sought refuge in the embrace of the forest.
The sounds of the party faded behind him, replaced by the whispering of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Halsin took a deep breath, letting the crisp night air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes, hoping to regain some of his composure. But the fire within him burned just as fiercely, refusing to be extinguished. Leaning against the rough bark of a towering oak, he allowed his mind to wander, conjuring images of you. On your knees. Your mouth ready for him, your fingers eager, clutching his cock like you clutched a wine bottle mere moments ago.
His hand, large and calloused, ventured beneath the waistband of his pants, seeking the source of his mounting passion. As his fingers brushed against his hard length, a shiver ran through him. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
With deliberate slowness, Halsin freed his aching erection, the cool night air a stark contrast against his heated skin. His shaft was thick and heavy, already slick with the evidence of his arousal. He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, his grip firm.
Closing his eyes yet again, he allowed himself to fully indulge in the fantasy. He imagined your hands instead of his own, your touch gentle and exploring. He could almost feel your breath against his skin, your lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along his length. A low groan escaped his lips as he began to stroke himself, his hand moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Up and down, up and down. Each stroke was deliberate, drawing out the pleasure with a tantalizing slowness. He smeared the bead of precum over the swollen head of his cock, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His thoughts were consumed by you.
Halsin’s breathing grew heavier, each exhale a soft, breathy moan that mingled with the night air. His strokes quickened, his hand sliding smoothly along his shaft, the friction igniting a burning need that only seemed to grow with each passing moment. He pictured you on your knees before him, your mouth soft and inviting, your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. The thought alone made him tremble with anticipation. His hand moved faster now, his grip tightening as he chased the rising tide of pleasure.
The forest seemed to hold its breath, the world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through his body. Halsin’s mind was awash with lust and longing, each stroke of his hand bringing him closer to the edge. He could almost hear your voice, whispering words of encouragement, encouraging him with breathy moans and soft gasps.
The look of disappointment on your face, eyebrows slightly raised, lips wet, slightly open.
As his release neared, his strokes became more urgent, his hips thrusting into his hand with a desperate need. The tension coiled within him, growing tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a deep, guttural groan, Halsin came, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the forest floor. The intensity of his climax left him breathless, his body trembling with the force of his release. It felt so good.
For a moment, he stood there, panting and spent, the cool night air a soothing balm against his heated skin. Leaning his head against the oak, he tried to regain his composure. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world coming back into focus. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet, calm energy. The nature was particularly beautiful during nights like these and so were you, he instantly thought. Utterly beautiful.
Halsin wiped his hand clean, his mind slowly clearing as he adjusted his clothes. A sense of peace settled over him, the tension that had gripped him now replaced by a comforting warmth. After this, he believed he could endure being near you for a little longer.
A gentle smile tugged at his lips. It was fortunate he hadn’t had a drink that night, as he was certain he would have blurted out his feelings for you and maybe even tried to serenade you, which would have been unbearably embarrassing, even for him.
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again, thank you for this request
you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡
halsin x shy!virgin headcanons
hmmm...
you and Halsin are drawn to each other (obviously), especially after major dealings in the shadow-cursed land you realise you really really like him a lot
and the feeling is mutual of course, the druid gaze lingers on you with a mix of admiration and...desire
which makes you feel wanted but also scared shitless ! ! !
one day, during one of your many conversations Halsin mentions his past lovers and notices a flicker of something on your face. discomfort, perhaps? but he lets it slide for the moment
the truth is you've never been with a man, or a woman (for that matter) and you feel lacking (you shouldn't be, really!!)
especially in front of someone like Halsin of all people
someone incredibly experienced, someone with a certain...reputation, someone as self-confident as him
and someone straightforward it would appear, as one night he bares his soul to you, confessing his feelings and expressing how deeply he craves you, all of you
his words make your heart skip a beat, but also fill you with a pang of fear. this little secret you were carrying feels heavier tonight than ever
you wanted to tell him so many times, hells, you wanted to tell him now, but his tales of past lover and his undeniable experience have left you feeling shy and painfully unexperienced
however, despite your apprehension, you agree to meet him later that night. as you walk through the forest just outside the Baldur’s Gate, your steps feel weighted, your stomach in knots
yet, when you see Halsin in the distance, leaning gracefully against a tree... it melts some of your anxiety away
he smiles at you with such warmth and sincerity that your heart aches. but his gaze quickly sharpens when he sees the look on your face
he'd seen that face before...
Halsin steps forward, his hand gently taking yours, lifting it to his lips. “what troubles you, my love?” he asks, his eyes searching yours
at that you are unable to hide your secret any longer, you look down at the grass and quietly admit of you being a virgin, your cheeks red-hot
you can't see it, looking at your feet right now, but Halsin’s eyes widen slightly. he's not angry, there’s only understanding and a hint of disappointment in him, but not for you, but for himself. he sighs softly, lifting your chin with gentle fingers, guiding your lips to meet his in a tender kiss. "how foolish of me to assume,” he whispers against your delicious lips
truth be told, a rush of excitement surges through him as you confess your virginity. now, his desire to impress you with his skills in bed is stronger than ever, he wants to leave a mark on you and the thought of being your first does something to him
but also, he doesn't rush, he decides not to. instead he takes a role of a patient teacher? giving you all he has, taking all his time to make you feel cherished and comfortable
that is why, he would refuse to have vaginal sex with you that night, instead he'd focus solemnly on you. his kisses would become more insistent, trailing from your lips to your neck, to your breasts, and down to your stomach. he’s exploring, seeking your comfort and consent with every touch
he kneels before you as you lean against the tree, his hands firmly gripping your hips. his mouth finds its way between your thighs, tasting you with fervent passion. he starts with long, slow strokes, his tongue gliding over your most sensitive areas, causing shivers to run through your body. his fingers join in, gently parting your folds, allowing his tongue to delve deeper, licking and teasing you with a mix of tenderness and intensity
Halsin makes soft, appreciative noises as he pleasures you, his deep hums of satisfaction vibrating against your skin. he loves the way you taste, the way your body responds to his touch, and he wants you to know it. he occasionally looks up, his eyes meeting yours, filled with desire and affection
“tell me how it feels,” he murmurs between strokes, his breath hot against your skin. “I want to hear your pleasure, my love”
you can’t help but moan in response, at first a shyly but quickly getting louder (which pleases halsin senselessly)
your hands are tangling in his hair, guiding him closer, deeper, it feels so good. soon your breaths come faster, your moans even louder and more wicked
as your climax approaches, he intensifies his efforts, his tongue and fingers moving with a skilled, relentless rhythm that leaves you no choice but to surrender. your body tenses, and then you’re crying out, your release crashing over you, your mind blank for a moment
Halsin holds you through it, his movements gentle yet firm, his hands steadying your hips as your legs start to tremble. with boldness (you didn't know you had in you), you begin to ride his face, your hips moving of their own accord, pressing against his nose, milking your orgasm (it drives halsin completely wild, he loves it so much his dick is leaking in his trousers)
as the waves of pleasure subside, Halsin gently pulls back, his lips, cheeks, nose and chin glistening with your arousal. he rises to his feet, pulling you into his arms, kissing you deeply so you can taste yourself on his lips...
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the break is over; time to unleash the beast in me once more
that said, would you like some continuation to these headcanons?
also!
you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡
I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My little things that would make gale fall harder for you request is so good! I love it especially Gale loves it when they stargaze with him ⭐, they enjoy reading the books he recommended 📚, they leave him little notes to find later 🤭, they know how to make coffee the way he likes it ☕, just how kind they are even when they don't need to 🥹, they offered magical artifacts without hesitation 🫴, they listened to him patiently👂, they tried on him hat & cape which looks great on them 😍, their ridiculous comments about Elminster 🤣, their jealousy of who he's connected to with his earrings 😠, he caught them admiring his beard like me 👀, he acts scandalised when they make dirty jokes even through he loves it 🤭, he was worried about Tara but they earned her approval 👍, they never try to rush him when he talks 🗣️, how strong their moral compass is 🧭, they're immersed in music 🎶 playing the piano in his study room especially when they think he's not looking 👀, he blushed 😳 whenever they surprised him by slapping his butt 😁, they're strong they are when they fight 🗡️, they kiss his orb gently 😚, they're the big spoon when he feels low 🥄, they draw him into deep philosophical conversations easily 🗣️, they love to sunbathe on his balcony ☀️, they're excited like him when he shares something with them (☆▽☆), they makes him feel worthy 🥹, their gentle pecks on his lips 😚, they're a freak in bed like him 😏, they always want him to stay in bed with them 🛏️, and it's always difficult for him to decline 🤭 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)
it was a pleasure, thanks you again for the request love !♡
☆ astarion x shy!virgin ☆
oh, this one I adore...
think of Astarion at the beginning of your journey. he's restless, looking for someone he could effortlessly manipulate—someone who could be of use to him
some silly little creature like yourself, delightfully naive, shy, with cheeks that turn crimson every time he says something even slightly wicked
one of the first nights, Astarion was feeling so weak and sooo thirsty...he simply had to taste you. he needed to sink his fangs into your lovely skin, but you caught him and his body froze for a second shit
yet, instead of killing him (or at least trying to), you gave him a hesitant permission to drink from you. as he knelt before you, sinking his fangs into your delicious neck, he realised for a sweet, little moment that you were perfect—so good for him, your body beneath his, at his utter mercy
it did things to him, things he didn't yet understand
from that moment, Astarion's gaze was firmly fixed on you. he began to test the waters, offering playful flirtations, and your responses were utterly endearing...you were shy, deliciously shy, but it was clear you wanted him. everyone desired him, naturally, and you were no exception
or maybe you were?
as the two of you conversed more and more, he found himself increasingly drawn to you, though he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself. he took pleasure in how effortlessly he could provoke you, especially when your eyes darted away under the intensity of his lustful gaze
it was clear you hadn't had much experience, so he took his time with you, careful not to scare you, as he needed to keep you close
or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself—an excuse, really. the truth was he truly enjoyed the slowness of it all
he gave you small but very deliberate touches, soft smiles, sweet words. oh god, he was really good with his words
Astarion felt a thrill when you were dancing around each other like this, clearly desiring one another, yet hesitating to act on those desires
it felt incredibly liberating to take his time with you, moving slowly. it felt so different from the hellish existence he once knew, of fucking senselessly
one night, when you were particularly lovely, nestled in his arms and slightly tipsy from wine, you told him you were a virgin
"a virgin, you say?"
well, as it was said before, it wasn't hard to tell you lacked experience, but Astarion surely didn't expect you to have none at all
if he didn’t already have such a strong feelings for you, he might have laughed. instead, he found your innocence endearing and oddly hot?
questions filled his mind: how did you manage it, why had you remained untouched, what was it like? and pondering these questions like that made him unexpectedly melancholic
mindfull even
so his touches were gentle, his kisses soft and reassuring. you were holding your hands a lot—an experience as new for you as it was for him
truthfully, it seemed that you both were discovering your sexuality together for the first time
Astarion would find his feelings for you deepening, and though it was complicated, and fucking scary, he couldn’t imagine being without you, although it might seem somewhat pathetic it was the truth
and he wanted to keep you safe, as you kept him
when the moment felt right—ideally after Cazador—his longing for you would be undeniable, and his neediness would be more apparent than ever
he would press his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss...then moving to your neck...then down to your collarbone, exploring every inch of your lovely skin
Astarion would took his time, making sure you felt every sensation, every touch, every kiss, every hooded look
he genuinely wanted to make this feel just... right, for both of you
his fingers would work wonders, his voice husky with desire
"so perfect. do you feel good, darling? tell me, does this feel good?"
he was very attentive to communication, eager to hear that you were enjoying every moment
his fingers would found your core, sliding in and out with a rhythm that made you go completely feral
after, what felt like a lifetime, he would slowly push the tip of his cock into your wet insides, stretching you gently
"Gods, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice thick with lust
and then more of the same questions would occur; "do you like this? does it feel good?"
and then; "you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?
oh my
his hips would move with a skilful rhythm, each thrust precise and perfectly timed. and as you reached the peak of your pleasure, he would bite your neck so beautifully displayed by you, his fangs sinking into your willing body
Astarion had fantasised about this moment for so long you see—being inside you while drinking your warm, delicious blood. it was undeniably erotic and felt indescribably amazing
after a few more of his tender thrusts, accompanied by sweet words and eager hands, your climax would overwhelm you, making you see star
as you clenched so deliciously around him, he felt an overwhelming urge to quicken his movements. he yearned to thrust harder, but he held back, mindful of it being your first time
yet! as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and encouraging him to move harder, he found it impossible to resist. your touch spurred him on, making him lose himself a little in the overwhelming pleasure and that's exactly what you wanted
his rapid thrusts, the feel of your warm blood flowing in his body and your tight wetness around him made his own release inevitable
he came with a deep groan, his eyes shut tight, his cock throbbing inside you
it felt so good he was literally trembling
despite his attempts to hide it, he was clearly touched by its intensity of it all. he held you tightly, wrapping you in an affectionate and soothing hug and for once he didn't utter a single word, there were no need to
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you can find more of my works about astarion ♡here♡
also! my halsin x shy!virgin headcanons are right here...
♡ halsin teaching you how to kiss ♡
little scenario (but you're shy and unexperienced)
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You were inexperienced and incredibly shy, but the intensity of Halsin’s attention was intoxicating. It sent shivers of anticipation through your body. His gaze, unwavering and bold, left you breathless. His fascination with you, all the probing questions and sincere compliments, made you feel not just noticed but deeply desired.
Halsin yearned for you, for your presence, and the high walls you had built around yourself started to crumble. Despite the fear rooted in your shyness and your painfully limited experience, you wanted Halsin to discover more of you. Over time, his hand would accidentally brush against yours as you walked side by side. Sparks seemed to ignite through your body, and you were almost certain that Halsin felt it too. You could see it in his eyes, but in a moment of panic, you’d look away.
One night, as you sat together on the soft grass under the crescent moon, his thigh touched yours, and you lost your breath. Even though you longed for his attention and touch, you were terrified. Halsin was a legendary lover, his exploits well-known, and you found yourself blushing, unsure of how to react when he took your hand in his, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
With his face dangerously close to yours, your heart pounded, threatening to burst from your chest, your face aflame with heat. His gaze held yours, searching, and you found yourself speechless, unable to move, despite your longing to do so.
Those few seconds stretched into an eternity, each moment filled with tension and expectation, your own personal ordeal, until a gentle movement from Halsin towards you became your salvation. His lips met yours in a soft, innocent (or perhaps not so innocent) peck. Had your eyes been open, Halsin would have seen your pupils widen in surprise.
Every lingering glance, every small smile, every warm word, and every gentle touch saturated with hopeful anticipation culminated in this simple, tender, yet deeply affectionate, little kiss. It relaxed your body, filled your heart with a warm, pleasant sensation, and brought an involuntary smile to your lips. There was no possessive grasp on your hips, no intrusive tongue seeking entry into your mouth. Perhaps Halsin understood you more than you gave him credit for?
You quickly grew to cherish your little pecks. Halsin never denied them to you, which was both reassuring and... thrilling. You started to feel more confident in the druid’s presence, surprising even yourself. Halsin was patient, open, and charming, and you began to bloom.
The rainy night when Halsin slipped unnoticed into your tent marked a turning point in what was between you. Raindrops trickled down Halsin’s shoulders and hair, and you could swear his skin steamed, a light mist hovering over the imposing man, so awkwardly large within your modest tent, yet so perfectly fitting, so eagerly anticipated. As always, the druid greeted you with one of his most endearing smiles.
“It’s good to see you again, my heart,” he said.
As the night unfolded, you found yourself in his arms. Your head rested on his chest, and your hand roamed hesitantly over his torso, tracing the curves of his beautiful body, while his own hand lay on your back, caressing it leisurely. The rain continued to drum against the tent’s walls, the night enveloping everything in darkness, with only a few solitary candles on the tent’s floor casting a soft glow around you.
Was it the atmosphere and the sudden clenching of your heart that emboldened you? Perhaps it was the calmness radiating from Halsin, the warmth of his body? Maybe you just felt it was the right moment to take the next step, to express your feelings more openly than your shyness usually allowed? You weren’t sure, but you couldn’t help but lift yourself slightly on your elbows to look at his face, partially hidden in the candlelight’s shadow. His eyes gleamed; he looked mesmerising, seductive even. Before you knew it, you began to pepper his face with sweet little kisses. From his forehead to his nose, cheeks to his chin, and Halsin allowed you to do so with a smile on his lips and an occasional chuckle.
“What have I done to deserve this?”
“I don’t know,” you lied, “but I really wanted to do it,” you added (this time) honestly, and gifted him a few more pecks on the lips, which he gladly accepted.
You had been thinking for the longest time, feverishly contemplating how to approach this, how to articulate this embarrassing truth. What words to use to make this truth bearable? You considered writing it down, but you were too afraid it might fall into the wrong hands (like Astarion’s), so you planned everything meticulously in your head. But life isn’t linear. And when you began to speak, the words came out differently than you had intended. You decided Halsin deserved honesty; the words flowed out of you naturally, not at all according to the plan.
“You know... I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Silence. And then his voice.
“Do you want me to teach you?”
Oh.
Your heart swelled. That was so undeniably Halsin.
You nodded, your eyes shining brightly. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain pattering against the tent.
Halsin’s smile was warm and reassuring. He cupped your face gently with his hand, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. “The key to a good kiss,” he began, his voice a soothing murmur, “is to let it flow naturally, to follow the rhythm of your own heart.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your lips. “Just relax and follow my lead.”
He pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, patiently. There was no rush, no urgency, just the gentle exploration of a shared moment. His lips moved softly, encouraging you to respond. You felt his hand move from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer in a slow, deliberate motion. His kiss was a revelation of how intimacy could be both powerful and gentle. And then he smiled, the expression of someone who had just tasted the sweetest honey.
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The other night Halsin got more possessive towards you.
“Let me show you more,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and resonant. He tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue flicking out to tease your lips apart. The sensation was thrilling, and you parted your lips willingly, inviting him in.
His tongue explored your mouth, gentle yet insistent, as if savouring every moment. You could feel the heat building between you, and you responded in kind, meeting his movements with growing boldness. Halsin’s hand slipped into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held you close, his lips moving against yours with a hunger.
“You’re doing beautifully,” he murmured a praise, his words a soft caress that ignited a spark of confidence within you. Encouraged, you allowed yourself to lean into the kiss, matching his passion with your own.
Halsin broke the kiss momentarily, only to press a series of soft, teasing bites along your lower lip. The gentle nips sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. His lips curled into a smile at your reaction, and he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with a fiery intensity.
“I love the sounds you make,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. The words and the way he looked at you, so full of desire and affection, made your heart race. You felt his lips trail down your neck, planting tender kisses that gradually grew more fervent.
Unable to contain the pleasure building within you, a moan escaped your lips, soft but unmistakable. Halsin froze for a moment, his lips still against your skin. You felt the slight tension in his body as he processed the sound, and when he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes had darkened, his pupils wide with unrestrained desire.
“Do that again,” he growled softly, his voice thick with a feral edge. There was a possessiveness in his tone that made your pulse quicken. You moaned again, more deliberately this time, and it was as if you had unleashed something within him.
Halsin’s hands cupped your face, his grip firm but tender, as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. This time, his tongue delved deeper, more demanding, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from you. You could feel the shift in his demeanour, the primal urge to claim you, to make you his. His kisses were no longer gentle; they were fervent, leaving you breathless and yearning for more…
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you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡