#Baulder's gate tav

[smolgloves]

A Moment's Meditation

Masterlist

Summary: Tav opens up about their past

Tw: Death mentions, blood mentions, angst

Dusk began to settle on the monastery, shades of reds and oranges splashed the sky, leaving a breathtaking view to watch together.

However, Tav was in a deep trance, their eyes shut as they sat cross legged on the worn down cobblestone. Freya had known monks were serious about their meditation but it had been two hours!

“You're going to miss it.”

Tav gave a faint smile. “Oh, I'm seeing it in ways you couldn't imagine.”

Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes. “I don't think I'll ever comprehend your monk phrases.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I can see a sunset with more than just sight?” They asked with a chuckle. “I can feel the rays of the sun on my skin, hear the birds chirping before they turn in for the evening, and I can sense the waning patience of a tiny companion wanting some company.”

Her face immediately flushed. “Y-You're making that last part up!”

Tav finally gave in, opening their eyes to see a flustered Freya standing on a vine tangled ledge. Their smile only broadened. “Okay, the last part was just me hearing your sighs.” They got up to look out at the view, leaning against the ledge just meters away from Freya. “But you're right, I shouldn't miss gazing upon the sunset.”

Finally, they could finally enjoy watching the sunset together! Freya's ulterior motive for tagging along with Tav was in effect, with everything going on, the two hardly had alone time together. If anything, Astarion had seized more time with Tav than her, but fortunately, he refuses to hang around when Tav is meditating.

Now she understands why.

“So… does this monastery help you… while you meditate?” Freya asked awkwardly.

“In a sense, I didn't practice the teachings of Lathander much, but this place does help me find peace amidst the chaos.”

In Freya's years of living, she didn't know much about monks, it wasn't like she saw a lot in Skaars Hollow. “How did you become a monk?”

A soft sigh emanated from their lips. “Now that is a story of the past.”

~~~

A young Tav had wandered the streets of Wyrm’s Crossing for days, traveling into alleys to dig through the trash. No one seemed to stop to help the child, they had no idea where to go. The world they grew up in had now turned terrifying, why couldn't mummy and daddy just wake up already?

It was a particularly chilly night for the lost halfling, huddling into the alley with their face buried in their knees. Tears fell down Tav's cheek, their world seemed uncertain now.

It wasn't until the sound of a crash broke the child from their sobs.

“Would you be quiet?” A male voice said. “Your recklessness will get us caught!”

“It's the dead of night, Tror. Who's out here?”

Despite their snappy tone, the feminine voice sounded soft and kind, like their mum. Pushing themselves off the cold ground, Tav shuffled over to investigate. Their eyes widened as they saw two beings much smaller than a halfling digging through a sack of trash that was torn open!

“You'd think the tenants of this place wouldn't throw out such exquisite stuff.” The dark haired woman said, holding up a hair pin that gleamed in the moonlight.

“They're elves,” Tror scoffed. “They probably threw it out cause it was last year's fashion.”

“Oh well, our gain.” The woman replied with a chuckle. “Now let's head to Sharess’ Caress, I bet they threw out a lot of food!”

As the two headed for the opening of the alley, Tav stepped out of the shadows. “E-excuse me, I need help.”

The tiny beings stopped in their tracks, letting silence filled the alley for a long time. It wasn't until Tav took a few steps closer that they moved.

“Stay back!” The tiny red headed man turned to face Tav, he pulled out a sewing pin like a sword pointed at Tav, while keeping in front of the woman. “Do not take another step!”

“I-I'm sorry…” Too many times Tav was met with nasty responses by people when they asked for help. Why did they think this time would be different?

“Hold on.” The woman stepped forward in the light, her honey colored eyes studied Tav like mum did when she was trying to find out if they were fibbing about something. After what felt like a million years to Tav, the tiny woman spoke. “You're a child.”

Tror grabbed the lady's wrist pulling her closer to him. “Does that matter, that's a big folk!”

A small giggle slipped out of the halfling's mouth, no one had ever called them big before.

“Oh hush, Tror, they can't be anymore than six summers old.” She broke away from him and smiled at Tav. “What sort of threat can a child pose?”

“Many that you neglect to think of apparently.” He grumbled.

“Pay him no mind, we just have to be extra careful due to our size.” She said, “My name is Piper, what is yours?”

“Tav.”

“Tav,” She repeated in a sweet voice. “What are you doing out here? It's not safe for a little one.”

“Mu-Mummy and daddy won't wake up.”

Piper pursed her lips. “Pray tell, what do you mean?”

They didn't know the answer, but hot tears pricked the corners of their eyes. Tav had spent an entire day trying to shake them awake, they didn't even sleep on their bed, they laid on the ground.

Tror stepped forward “Piper, there's blood on their shoes.”

When Tav was trying to wake up mum and dad, they were laying in a puddle of blood, but why did that matter? They get cuts when they play outside. “Did they get a bad cut?”

Piper's gaze softened at the child. “Something like that...”

Tror stepped in front of Piper. “This is all very sad, but we have to go.”

“We can't just leave them!”

“What would you have us do?” He ran his hands through his fiery colored hair. “Take them home?”

“Can I?” Tav asked. “Just so for a day, out of the cold?”

Piper's eyes only softened at Tav. “I'm afraid our home is too small for you, but don't worry, we'll do something.” She grew quiet, the motherly demeanor morphing into one of uncertainty. She stood there, glancing between Tav and the streets beyond them, the features on her face scrunched up as she racked her brain for an idea.

“The Open Hand Temple!” She gasped out. “The monks could help you!”

“The temple?!” Tror cried out. “That's on the other side of town!”

Piper glared at her partner with her hands on her hips. “It's the only place I know that would be safe for them.”

Tav had heard of the monks before, but they didn't know much about them, did mum and dad know more about them? “Will they really help me?”

“Of course they will.” Piper clasped her hands together. “Now, let's make haste, you shouldn't be out here any longer.”

She took confident strides towards the child, seeing her closer made Tav realize just how tiny she was, she didn't even reach their knees. “Kneel down, and hold your hands out like so.” She said, cupping her hands. Tav did exactly what she said, their eyes glued to her as she climbed into the child's hands.

She was so warm compared to Tav's icy hands; they felt a little bad she had to deal with that, but she didn't seem to mind. “Now, follow my instructions and we'll get you there before midnight.”

“Have you gone mad?” Tror shouted as he ran up to them. “We can't just guide a child through the streets, what If someone sees us?”

“At this hour?” Piper jeered. “You worry too much, my love.”

Fierce brown eyes glared up at the two. “I will not go along with this, I'm sorry Piper but this is too dangerous.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Piper gave a shrug. “I'm not going to make you come on this dangerous quest with us. Just go back home and I'll be back within a tenday.”

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “You're serious?!”

Piper didn't respond to him, she just looked up at Tav with a smile. “Let's go hun.”

Tav was hesitant to go, they didn't want Piper in trouble, but finding a warm place was more dire. They stood up and headed out of the alley, they didn't get very far before the sound of feet hitting the road followed behind them.

“Okay, wait! I'll come along!”

~~~

“And then I was taken to the temple. It wasn't until later that a monk took me to the mountains to train under the ways of the four elements.”

As Tav wrapped up their story, Freya could only conjure up more questions in her head. “And what of the borrowers?”

“They left before I reached the steps.” Tav smiled as they continued to reminisce. “I would leave out scraps of my food under my bed but I never saw them again.”

“I suppose that was to be the outcome.” Freya's words didn't match her views; she understood why they never kept in contact, but if she were in that position, she probably would have at least wanted to make sure the child was adjusting, maybe even give a proper goodbye. But Freya knew she was being biased.

“I wouldn't dare to hold that against them.” They broke away from Freya's gaze to watch the sun dip into the horizon. “They did a lot for me in that short moment, I'm not sure I'd be here if it weren't for them.”

“You mean with the tadpoles?” Freya gave a cheeky grin.

Tav snorted in response. “Oh absolutely! If it weren't for the tadpoles, I wouldn't have great company.”

“I guess you have a point, you and Astarion are becoming such good friends.” She teased back, but the borrower felt a trace of venom laced in her words.

“I'm not just talking about Astarion.” A dashing smirk flickered onto the halfling's lips. “I've had a soft spot for borrowers since I've met them, so meeting you has been one of my favorite memories so far.”

A blush scorched Freya's pale cheeks, hearing them say that was like a symphony to her. She couldn't believe that traveling with Tav would make her heart sputter like this, if only she knew if Tav thought of her this way. Freya turned towards the breathtaking view to enjoy this small moment with Tav. “Me too…”

[thatratgo]

I love how they blindly trust the MC

[swimmingtrunks]

Area Man With No Self Worth Somehow Still Needs To Be Taken Down About A Peg Or Twenty

[midnigtartist]

Have we done this joke yet?

[slaughter-kin]

he’s my husband

[ricedbanana-art]

Know the camp rules!

[gangstagandalf]

Home is where the weirdos are ⛺️

POV: your cute little vampire boyfriend just took care of the “family drama” and needs a hug.

[hot-pota-toes]

If I could add one thing to bg3, I would give tav a tent

Everyone else gets one while we just sleep in a bedroll by the fire. I want my own little space at camp to decorate with random shit

Give it some personality we could choose the colour of it and what type of tent it is. The chest at camp that we fill with random junk from our adventures would be right by our tent

Also, if you play as an origin character, your tent gets removed ??? Why are our tent privileges taken away 😭

[littlejuicebox]

You'll stay still, won't you, little love?

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

Summary/Setting: Sometime in the beginning of Act 3; you and Astarion are exploring intimacy/sex

Rating/Warnings: M+ / 18+ only please/ Smut with little to no plot / Light BDSM / Soft Dom Astarion vibes / Some mild in game spoilers / PiV / CW / fingering / teasing and overstim if you squint / not beta read or edited too much

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I'm a degenerate, idk what else to tell you guys. I’m shocked this came out of my brain, but here we are. Enjoy or be totally flabbergasted or avoid it entirely I don’t know about you all but I simultaneously want to do all three. 💀

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You suspected Astarion enjoyed exploring intimacy with you, perhaps more than he thought he would. The first few weeks after his confession at Moonrise Towers resulted in a rather chaste arrangement between the two of you. Days were filled with stolen pecks and occasional hand holding between missions; nights were spent mostly cuddling half-naked or sometimes simply making out.

When a situation became particularly heated, he would always break away, panting. The flush on his face and the thrumming of his undead heart told you he enjoyed these moments, and his erection pressing into you always became quite the distraction. 

Gods, how badly you wanted more. But you had to force yourself to pull back and allow him to take the lead, never pushing further than he was willing to give. 

For a few weeks, a bit of grinding and caressing above the waist was as far as Astarion would advance. But shortly after leaving the Shadowlands, something within the silver-haired elf changed. He’d become quite intent on exploring your body almost every night, putting his masterful fingers and tongue to work, almost desperate to watch you come undone.

“You don’t have to, Astarion,” You pant one evening, after a few weeks of nearly daily interactions quite similar to this one. The rogue was working his nimble fingers inside the edge of your small clothes, aiming to delve into your already soaking folds. The bulge of his cock, barely covered by his own underwear, pressed against your rear as he slowly rocked his hips into you.

“I know, my love,” He murmurs, removing his mouth from where it had been tenderly suckling your neck. The vampire licks along the fresh love bite, eliciting a little whimper of pleasure from you. And then he smirks as his fingers find the already engorged bundle of nerves between your legs, causing you to instinctively buck toward him with a whine, “But I want to. I quite like the pretty little sounds you make for me, you know.” 

He continues his ministrations for a few moments, reveling in your desperate keens. Nothing else stroked Astarion’s ego quite like this. 

“Darling, I’d like to try something different tonight, if you don’t mind.” He purrs as his fingers change their rhythm from the languid circles over your clit to gentle, teasing strokes between your folds. The rogue’s hand dips just enough to tease your entrance with two digits before he retracts again, leaving you mewling in frustration.

You need more. He knows it. And he aimed to give you more tonight, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to toy with you for a moment or two.

“What is it, Astarion?” You ask breathlessly, as he pauses his movements entirely. You whine again and then turn your head to look at the rogue, where he is smirking down at you, clearly enjoying the desperation he’s elicited from his lover. You are caught between his cock and his hand, slowly rolling your hips back and forth, practically begging the silver-haired elf to fuck you with his fingers. 

“I want you to come on my cock tonight.” He responds, arching his eyebrow just slightly, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “If that’s what you want, my sweet.” 

Your eyes widen in shock, and you swear you feel yourself grow more slick at the mere suggestion. You lick your lips, attempting to moderate your own excitement, trying to avoid making him feel obligated in any way. Astarion’s fingers have resumed their teasing movements, and the newly found wetness causes the vampire to chuckle in delight. 

“Judging by the slickness of your perfect little cunt, that certainly is what you want. Am I correct, love?” He purrs into your ear, fangs grazing against your lobe as he rolls his growing erection toward your ass once again.

“Y-yes,” You gasp, and as soon as you do, Astarion rips your underwear from your body before tossing the ruined undergarment across the tent. 

“Then you will get what you want on one condition, darling.” He continues, and you feel the engorged head of his cock stroking between your folds from behind. The sensation makes you shiver in delight; you desire nothing more than to have him buried inside you.

“What is it?” You ask, instinctively rolling your hips back against him again, moaning when his length rubs against your clit.

Astarion grabs your hip firmly, digging his nails into the side of your ass and ceasing your movements entirely. You whine and then he’s practically laughing in your ear, you can feel how entertained he is by your predicament. He places a tender kiss on your neck before he purrs, “You aren’t allowed to move one bit, sweet girl, or else I will pull out and leave you with nothing.”

You groan in dismay at this stipulation, “Astarion! I don’t- I don’t know if I can hold still.” 

“Oh but my love, the choices are simple,” He continues, his voice playfully condescending as his other hand wanders up to lightly tease a nipple, ripping another little moan from you, “You can either be filled by my cock or by my fingers. So which will it be?”

You whine as the male elf uses one hand to stimulate your breast and the other to barely plunge into your sex again.

“Your cock!” You cry, unable to contain yourself any further, “I want your cock.”

Astarion chuckles, quite content with this response. He slides his erection between your folds again, using your arousal to lubricate his length, “And you’ll stay still, won’t you, little love?”

“Yes, I won’t move,” You agree, and this earns you a delighted groan from the vampire. He reveled in the power dynamics of your coupling, and your willingness to surrender control in the bedroom.

“Good girl,” He coos, and then he’s pressing himself into the entrance of your sex. You moan as the head of his rock-hard cock stretches your cunt; there is a bit of resistance at first; it’s been several weeks since more than two fingers have been inside you, after all.

He takes you inch by inch, slowly dragging himself along your velvet walls. Before long, Astarion’s length has filled you completely, and you’re basking in the sensation of being stretched by your lover.

His breath is ragged behind you as he struggles to remain in control, almost entirely overcome with the desire to simply have his way with you. But that’s not the game tonight, he reminds himself. 

In one swift motion he’s rolled you both so that you are straddled over him, your back pressed to his chest. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, fully opening you up for his seasoned hands to explore. His long fingers drag over your stomach and then travel down between your legs, where they easily find that sensitive nub.

“How does it feel to be sitting atop my cock, darling?” Astarion asks as he slowly, teasingly strokes his slender fingers up and down on your drenched folds. You are seeping arousal at this point, coating him with his well-deserved reward. His cock throbs at the thought.

“Wonderful,” You respond, honestly but breathlessly as you struggle to keep yourself from rolling your hips at all. Your legs are positively shaking with the effort to exert such control, and the little tremors running along your spine are urging the vampire on.

Astarion guides your own hand up to your breasts, where he urges you to tease your own nipple. He palms the flesh of the other breast in one hand as he continues to drag his nimble fingers around your throbbing bud.

You are instinctively clenching around him now, your body desperate to milk every ounce of seed from the vampire. Astarion himself is shaking with the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not lift his hips and fuck up into your warmth. 

You cannot restrain yourself any longer, your hips buck and you’re instantly rewarded with the delicious sensation of Astarion’s length running against your walls. But then a sharp, stinging smack singes the side of your ass, and a shocked gasp escapes your lips.

“What did I say, darling? Be a good girl and hold still. Try that again and I will pull out.” The rogue warns while speeding up his efforts on your clit.

You sharply pinch your own nipple, trying desperately to keep yourself from moving any more. But gods, how badly you want to. You’re so close. Your walls are clenching tighter and tighter, and the sensation is causing Astarion to grunt in response. He’s trying just as desperately to hold back as you quiver around him, tempting him to do the exact opposite.

His hips buck just once before he regains control and stills himself, but gods the walls of your tight pussy wrapped around him felt divine. The sharp thrust made you moan loudly in delight, and your entire body was shivering from the self-control you were using to hold still. He felt you standing on the precipice of pleasure, so close to the edge. You just needed a little push to fall into a world of ecstasy, and that, he could provide.

“Let go, little love. Come for me,” He whispers hoarsely, and the command sends you tumbling over the edge. You feel the wave crashing over you, rippling through your sex and up to your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth as you whine, signaling your release.

You are mid-orgasm when Astarion roughly grabs both sides of your hips and hisses, “Fuck it.” 

And then he’s thrusting upwards, repeatedly burying himself inside you, intent on fucking you through the second half of your orgasm. You cry out in pleasure as the vampire moans into the side of your neck, continuing to piston himself into you as he chases his own release.

Once again, his fingers find their way to your over-sensitive clit and he’s working at it frantically, in the practiced motion he knows to be your favorite. You keen and try to clamp your legs shut; the sensation is almost too much. But Astarion growls and forces your legs open with his knees as he quickly brings you to the edge of another orgasm.

Your lover is panting with exertion as he holds back his own release. Through gritted teeth he urges you on, using the hand not playing with your clit to grab your hip and slam you down to meet his thrusts.

“One more, darling. You can do one more, can’t you? Let go, I’ve got you.” He coaxes, his voice near breathless but filled with gravel.

“Oh, fuck!” Is all you can respond as the second orgasm rips through you, stronger than the first. You’re seeing stars as your pussy throbs around Astarion’s shaft, rewarding his efforts with a deliciously tight grip and another gush of your delectable juices. The high-pitched, uninhibited whine that escapes you while you’re drowning in ecstasy is music to the rogue’s ears.

As your greedy cunt clenches around him again during that second wave of pleasure, Astarion emits a strangled moan of his own.

He buries his face in your neck as he soon struggles to buck forward, shakily dragging his sensitive, swollen length in and out of your walls just a few more times before he buries himself balls-deep. Thick ropes of his spend shoot up into your warmth as he groans, consumed by his own euphoria behind you. His cock continues to pulse for a few moments longer, urged on by the relentless spasming of your sex around him.

Both of you are heaving and shaking slightly once he finally relaxes his legs. You’re still laying atop him as he slowly roams his hands over your body, idly stroking your curves in soft, soothing motions.

“I thought you said we couldn’t move,” You finally say, voice completely hoarse from the cries of ecstasy you uttered moments ago.

“I said you couldn’t move, darling. I didn’t say anything about me.” The vampire responds with a self-satisfied smirk as he playfully nips at your earlobe, “Are you truly complaining that I did all the work?”

“No,” You respond, finally pulling yourself off of the vampire, releasing the slick combination of your respective arousals as it drips between the two of you. “But at some point I’d like it to be me making all that effort to bring pleasure to you.” 

He pulls you down beside him with a little hum. You pull the blanket over the two of you. No other words are exchanged as you drift to sleep, thoroughly exhausted by the events of the day and this satisfying but unexpected evening. Astarion watches you sleep, and for the first time he allows himself to acknowledge that he might also like to let you have a bit of control in the bedroom… perhaps next time.

[mosskiposski]

Gale: Would you like a snack?

Mic: Yes.

[featherwurm]

Karlach and Tav call it 'tail catch' - Tav is very fast (she's a champion at red hands/slapsies), but Karlach is persistent.

They also like to play chase and tag and tussle:

(They're both jocks, they can't help it.)

[blkgirl-writing]

Ahhhhh you are phenomenal! Do you have any more stray nsfw thoughts for Gale?

Oh my goodness I love this question!!! Um..I think… these are more random and much more detailed and graphic so beware 😩

More NSFW Gale of Waterdeep headcannons

He keeps thrusting hard while he’s cumming, grinding his hips against yours, milking every last drop of his orgasm

He Cums a lot, like my god does it make for a great cream pie

and he'd definitely just want to cum inside you

though it would be quite fun to tease him with keeping his cum on your face for a while after the first time he came on your face. You confidently walking back too camp while he followed closely "did you forget to wipe your face?" "love, everyone will see-oh, unless you wanted..that?"

he immediately gets hard again from that idea

Astarion would make quite a few jokes at Gales expense seeing the mess he made on you

and a few small comments on how he could do better

the next night Gale made sure to make you scream his name extra loudly, and wouldn't bother to cover your mouth to shush you

he has a hard time cumming from head, honestly. he loves getting it but he'd much prefer to be inside you

one you get to his real home, his tower, he'll want to fuck you in every single corner, on every single surface

his favorite probably being bending you over the kitchen counter but there's many favorites

Gale feels award not using his hands the whole time during sex, but specifically oral, both giving and taking

he will always be fingering you , or holding up your hips, or feeling your body, his hands will always be in use

and while you give him head he'll hold your chin or cup your jaw (isn't that just the prettiest sight)

and he'd tell you how well you're doing

lowkey compliments you so much because he wants to be complimented

Literally will walk much happier after you say he has the best cock/massive cock, anything really

And of course he's packing. Always well trimmed, solid 8 inches, perfectly curved

he doesn't even have to do much with a dick like that but he still treats you like royalty

Let's talk mutual masterbation ok

He's so used to his own touch from the time he spent alone that he definitely still needs to masterbate

but gods is he feel guilty

he'll tell you every time he wants to

and you'd just hear him moaning your name

before you were together one of his biggest fantasies about you was watching you make yourself cum

laying so prettily on his bed, spread wide

that thought would make him cum so damn fast

and also unable to look you in the eye for a whole day

he couldn't look at you directly for a whole week because of the nasty things he made up

he was masterbating quite literally every second he could manage to

to the point where he didn't really have any sperm left

thankfully he didn't have to wait long til you joined his fantasies

anyway

it became a very usual thing to grind on each other til you both came

it felt intimate and he wanted to feel you cumming on his leg

Absolutely licks his fingers after pulling his finger out of you

I think thats enough for now 😭

[bbidiza]

bg3 sketches pt.2 heavily featuring my butch4butch agenda

My Tav Brique was made so I could give Karlach an equally giant gf who decides to become her resident attack dog and beat Zariel to death with a stick

also the bottom line up of the bg3 girlz is heavily inspired by @bbspiinchh (:

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Sooooooo

Why have I not seen anyone absolutely wailing over Astarion's reaction if tav is downed in battle after you've got affinity high enough for trust?

"No! You can't die, get up goddamn you!" In the most horrified voice.

Thought about letting myself get merced again on purpose just to make sure I actually heard what I heard.

[midnigtartist]

So glad this line isn’t bugged anymore. Big day for Galemancers

[kazenorth]

He wants you to unhand him this instant >:(