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I’m so obsessed with Astarion getting a nice, well-fed pot belly by the time they reach the epilogue party, absolutely living it up in the 6 months following the party's defeat of the Netherbrain. Probably already ate one or two people that night before arriving. And my fiancée tastylittletiny's Tav would make sure his stomach stayed topped up and full with more blood snacks from his favorite throat, hers, throughout the festivities.
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Posted by tastylittletiny 1 year ago Report
you already know how much i love this but i will say it again I LOVE THIS and GOD he looks so fucking cute with a nice round full belly, he's such a hungry boy he deserves to get nice n plump after everything's over!! they way they are holding each other is so precious too, i love how happy she is on his lap eeeeeeee <3 it just looks so cozy and sweet aughsghshghrw and he had a lil snack already from her (and surely will have many, MANY more through the night ahgjklwrw) and just AUGHHGHGH god it's SO SO CUTE!! n hot!! n perfect!!! eeeeEEE <3
Posted by Predator 1 year ago Report
Thank you darling hehe <333
Posted by AGESEater 1 year ago Report
I LIVE FOR A WELL FED ASTARION AAAAAA
Posted by AGESEater 1 year ago Report
The simple gifts given between lovers are the sweetest.
A bloated pot belly full of blood. Soft and squishy, flesh pressed bad and forth by a loving hand. A low exhale from the nose. Always topped off, blissful. A soft brushing sound as it runs down the fabric. Resting against a warm chest, always warm now, pounding blood filling skin with blush. A gift to him, one given freely and frequently. He’s breathing, stomach pressing, squishing against your side each time he moves. His hand rests warm on your shoulder, the other brushing down your thigh. Not groping, not grabbing, not hungering. He is never hungering; you never leave him hungering. He is comfortable simply holding, and you, simply comfortable being held.
You feel his fingers twirl in your hair. Then pushing the hair aside. He doesn't even need to ask. You know by the smallest actions. You snuggle into his chest as, with a low sigh, he leans down to partake.
His warm lips pass over the raw aching wounds, your most beloved pain. His fangs fit snugly into familiar holes. With a twinge, you hear the gulping in his chest, rhythmic, and feel the pulling sensation wash down your body.
You stroke his belly as new warmth, your most precious gift, fills his little glut. He takes you with barely a thought. Other people, living things, can take tapas, h'dourves. But for Astarion, you are his eternal, beloved little snack. Greed fed readily by a loving neck.
With a sigh he retreats. Finished with a kiss on your beloved pain. He is grateful, smile easy as the savored blood staining his lips, his teeth. A moment of hunger come and gone.
The simple gifts given between lovers are the sweetest.
Posted by Predator 1 year ago Report
Oh my goodness, what an unexpected surprise >/////> What a lovely and hot accompaniment! I'm happy you liked the picture enough to be inspired to write this! Aaaa