#Tav list

[falcataa]

For the "Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask List" for both Gustav & Vardana

10, 11, 31, 42, 65, 92, 105 (there are so many bloody good questions)

Hi, I am going to answer about my both Tavs, since they are always together. Thank you! This was fun!

10. What was your Tav like as a child?

Gustav and Vardana have always been happy and kind fellows (even Vardana who seems to be very serious, she is quiet, but at the same time she is honorable and polite). When they were children they were raised by their grandmother, Tabitha of Winterwood. They were well disciplined since they were little ones: they copied their grandmother's behavior and respect for Kelemvor. They helped her with rituals and assisted people. In their free time they were playful and went around happily, bothering or helping the citizens of the two little villages the Kelemvorites of Winterwood were in charge of. Gustav has always been the leader, a noisy and extroverted chatterbox; Vardana was shy and introverted. She was quiet, following her elder brother and doing everything he did. Tav used to learn music from a halfling, so it was very common that the children, in their discipule uniforms, were calling their neighbors playing music, dancing and singing. Tav was a good musician (he is a bard after all), but Vardana was a disaster. The halfling suggested she try the drum instead, and everything was better for the ears of them all. 

11. What goes through your Tav's head when they wake up on the Nautiloid? Are they scared or do they push those feelings aside to focus on escaping?

They were scared indeed, but at some point they had lived in such terrible situations that they could recover quickly and act. They were caught by the Nautiloid on their journey to the coast, following a hint about Bhaal’s cult. Some years ago their little villages were destroyed by war between wood elves and orcs, and by the betrayal of the Myrkul cult, who pretended to use the corpses and blood in a big ritual. Vardana and Tav were so naive, they couldn't help their people then, but they were led by wrath and started a campaign against the Three Dead cults. They have killed a lot of cultists and thwart several movements and plans, even infiltrating in some dangerous bases. So they are accustomed to that kind of situation and they usually have strong nerves, as long as they are together.

31. What does your Tav think of the Underdark and the Myconids?

Being half-drows and considering their mother killed their human father when they were toddler, Tav and Vardana were raised as humans and instructed to avoid every aspect of drow culture and nature: from violent pulses to the Underdark itself, Tabitha taught them to remain as far as possible from them. But they really liked the Underdark once they went there. They had a feeling their bodies were built for that place. 

About the myconids, it was easy for Tav to communicate with Sovereign Spaw and to trust them using his bard skills. Since Gustav had decided to help them, Vardana just followed him without any opinion. 

42. How does your Tav react to the shadow curse? Are they scared of the dark?

This was the most difficult moment for both of them, not because they were scared of the dark (they are clerics after all), but because they perceived  the unnatural essence of the curse. Their natural enemies are Myrkul cultists, so they were worried, they were sad (about the tieflings, especially Vardana who was very sensitive about Doni being lost) and they wanted to do whatever was necessary in order to end the curse. 

65. Does your Tav go to the circus? Do they like the activities?

They went to the circus because Tav insisted. He adores silly things, music, jokes… About Vardana, she didn't really care ("following Tav we go”). Of course he ended up visiting every tent and shop and commissioned a statue of himself (Why? Who knows…They had several economical problems after that). 

92. Where does your Tav end up after defeating/siding with the Nether Brain?

Gustav couldn’t help but accompany Karlach and Wyll to Avernus. Vardana, of course, followed him without hesitation. How expeditious and practical sister! They were in Avernus the equivalent to circa 600 days, until they solved Karlach’s problem. 

105. Anything you want to say about your Tav! Give a random headcanon, answer a random question, say whatever you want!

Gustav: He loves to go around naked. Yes, NAKED. Damn slutty boy. Probably that’s why his civilian clothes are so tight…

But he is not as slutty as he seems (XD). He had a wood elf lover for several years. The relationship was, of course, an open relationship, but Tav couldn’t deal with the sight of his boyfriend in a poly, he was a romantic vanilla fellow deep in his heart, even wanted a spouse in an exclusive relationship and that. So it couldn't be. 

Vardana: she dated an orc gentleman back in her young days. Since she trained her fighter skills with an orc Dame , she met her master’s nephew and there were stars, hearts and several bright little things in the air. Time passed and they cut their relationship when he wanted to focus on the civil war with the wood elven. The two little villages under Kelemvorite protection pretended to remain neutral in the conflict, so they had a political argument and it was over. Since those days Vardana prefers her partners as inhuman as possible: horns, several skin tones, fangs… you get it ;)

(not an English speaker - sorry for mistakes and misspellings)

[paarthursass]

Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List

What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character? (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)

General

Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

Do they have any secrets that can be revealed?  What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game?  Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?

Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner) 

Story Specific

How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?

How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?

How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?

Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?

What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with? 

Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?

How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin?  How is Orin's deception revealed?  How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?

How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?

How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer?  Can they offer to become one themselves?  Does their reaction change if they’re romanced? 

How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?

If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

Romance

Is your Tav a romanceable character?  Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?

Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?

What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test? 

If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?

How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor?  Haarlep?

Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?

What are Tav’s plans for the future?  Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

Free space! Share anything from your companion!Tav au!

[shatouto]

i did a dumb friendly fire and blew off nearly half of astarion's hp (i'm so sorry astarion)

[crabuncle]

please.... no more quests.... im already so busy.....

[obsessedwhyyes]

Fangs, Wit and Charm - An Astarion Quote Prompt List

Writing in Astarion's voice is a lot of fun. His language use and speech patterns are absolutely fascinating to me, so I thought I'd create some little Astarion-style quotes (Astarionisms, if you will) for general use! Drop me a tag if you use any of these - I'd love to see them in action!

Gif by @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast on Tumblr!

"Trust me? Oh, that's adorable. And terribly unwise."

"Ah, the things I do for... Well, me, primarily."

"Darling, eternity is a long time to hold a grudge. But I'm willing to try."

"Feelings? How dreadfully inconvenient."

"I assure you, my bite is worse than my bark. And far more enjoyable."

"Loyalty? Oh, please. Let's not ruin a perfectly good arrangement with such tedious concepts."

"Darling, if you wanted my attention, you needn't go to such extremes. A simple 'please' would suffice."

"Your heartbeat is rather distracting. Mind keeping it down?"

"My dear, in my experience, the most dangerous traps are the ones you walk into willingly."

"Ah, the moral high ground. I hear the view is lovely, but I much prefer the shadows."

"Centuries of existence, and here I am, playing hero. How dreadfully cliche."

"Trust is a fickle thing. Like a neck, really - so easily broken."

"I've been called heartless before. Technically true, but so unimaginative."

"Eternity is overrated. But it does wonders for one's wit."

"Ah, the sweet sound of screaming. Reminds me of home."

"Redemption? Please. I'm far too interesting for that nonsense."

"Eternity is a long time to regret one's choices. Fortunately, regret and I parted ways centuries ago."

"My dear, your naivety is almost as charming as it is hazardous to your health."

"Your blood smells divine. I mean that as a compliment, of course."

"Careful with your heart, darling. I've been known to bite."

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Astarion smut quote prompts!

[elvhenmage]

20 Tav QOTDs

a compilation of questions i’ve seen on twitter + ones i’ve come up with myself <3 can be used as an ask game or as a daily game!

what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

what would their blood taste like to vampires?

how would they kiss their LI?

how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

what are their thoughts on clowns?

their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

how do they celebrate their birthday?

what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Springtime Caresses

IV. Dadstarion, but he's only just figuring that one out.

Good things were happening to Astarion, at least on occasion. It had taken him years to accept that, to trust that his luck wasn’t about to run out at any given moment; to believe that he was worthy of whatever goodness came his way. And things were good, so very good—the Elven woman trancing in his arms was all the proof he needed, was she not? It was thanks to her magic woven into the protective canvas of their tent that he could feel the late morning sun warm his skin. It was her graceful body entangled with his that anchored him to a present worth living, having him excited for the future. It was her heartbeat echoing through his hollow bones that called him back from unwanted dreams, filling the refuge that was their worn tent with the only sound of life that truly mattered to him. It was his favourite melody in all the realms, one he could pick out in the densest of crowds; a tune he knew by his undead heart. And that was why he was still lying awake long past dawn today, holding his breath, listening. Wondering.

What was this faint, fluttering sound rippling through him where Tav’s bare chest pressed against his own?

For nearly half a century Tav’s heart had been singing for Astarion by now, and he took great pride and care in memorising each of her songs. Every piece in his collection was a personal favourite: the steady hum accompanying peaceful nights spent in each other's arms. The giddy pulsing of excitement whenever they were run out of town for a misdeed they might or might not have committed. The urgent pounding of her heart racing him through the throes of passion…But this strange off-tune beat disturbing his rest now, that one was odd—that one was new.

Astarion couldn’t say when he’d first noticed the unfamiliar sound. It might have been there all night, perhaps even longer; it mingled so subtly with his beloved’s heartbeat that it was easy enough to miss—especially when he’d been distracted by all those divine seductions Tav’s body offered him well into the early morning hours. She had tasted so intoxicatingly sweet with his fangs and cock buried deep inside her; the heels of her feet digging into the small of his back, greedily drawing him closer—deeper—as her blood rushed through him, and her legs and cunt had made the framework that was his entire world. It was ridiculously easy for him to lose himself in Tav. She was the one constant in his existence, the dance to which he could anticipate every next move. But now that his hunger for her was sated for the night, and Tav’s heartbeat had calmed into the gentle whisper of slumber, this novel symphony was deafening in Astarion’s sensitive ears. He wet his lips that still tasted of sweet, darling Tav.

Once, Astarion had been very good at ignoring things. It had been a skill long honed, perfected over centuries—how easily had he been able to just close his eyes, turn his back on the ignorant fools sleeping next to him? It had been such a well-rehearsed dance; him knowing what horrors were about to unfold, how irrevocably a life would change. But, night after night, it hadn’t been his life-changing, and so it had been of no consequence to him. Now, though, it was Tav he watched over as she tranced; whom he’d embraced for so many nights and yet not nearly enough. It was her soft, warm breath caressing his skin, making it impossible for him to unhear, let alone ignore, that ominous sound entrancing him. The moment Astarion had acknowledged the lingering change, it had settled in the thus far unoccupied space between him and his beloved. Already, Astarion could feel it deep in his bones—a shift in his world—and for the first time in many many years, he did not quite know what beat he was to dance to. And so the vampire spawn did what he was wont to do: He watched the even rise and fall of Tav’s bosom, filling his empty lungs with air. Slowly, he breathed in and out, tried and failed imitating that melody that was undeniably Tav and yet, somehow, more.

Very slowly it dawned on Astarion, then. How hadn’t it occurred to him before? It would be impossible for him to fall into that familiar, steady rhythm of Tav’s heartbeat this morning because where there had been one heart beating against his chest for all these years, there were now undeniably two.

Astarion’s useless breath caught in his throat. They’d known it was possible; it had been the probability of it all they’d doubted. And yet, here they were. The vampire spawn stared at the elf in his arms. There had been signs, Astarion realised as he reached for the small hand resting on his ribcage, grounding himself. Now that his world was shaking, he could see all the pieces fall into place. Didn’t Tav tire untypically fast lately, while her trances kept her from him well into the evening hours? And didn’t she smell different, too; taste even sweeter? She’d been changing right under his nose, had she not? He couldn’t even recall when he’d last indulged in her moonblood as he watched a well of memories flutter behind Tav’s eyelids. Her pink lips were slightly parted, brushing the gentlest of kisses against his skin as loose strands of her lustrous hair tickled his chin. She was glowing with life, and Astarion couldn’t help but wonder: did she know? Because, to him, it was suddenly clear as day that something had come alive between them—or rather half-alive, Astarion supposed.

Or half-dead, a mean little voice countered inside his head. 

Careful not to rouse his beloved from her trance, Astarion slowly untangled himself from Tav’s embrace, feeling at once cold at the absence of her touch. Kneeling next to her, Astarion gently placed Tav’s head on the pillow, brushed a stray lock from the face he could recognise blind. Crimson eyes wandered over Tav’s slight form—lean limbs and restless hands; a traveller’s body that rarely saw the sun. A body that could be better fed and more well rested. A body that could be stronger—a vessel that needed to be stronger for the unnatural presence it held. Deep within him, in a place that had lain dormant for many blissful years, Astarion could feel fear and shame settle. Nothing good tended to come of a union made flesh between mortals and monsters. There was a reason dhampirs were this rare; there was a reason mothers to dhampir children were even rarer. The strain of bearing life from death was too great—and it was entirely Astarion’s fault. But what was he to do? Could anything be done about this…predicament, now? All Astarion knew was that he couldn’t bear seeing Tav suffer; wasn’t she paying such a high price for his affliction already?

But Tav didn’t look like she was suffering, not now and not ever. Astarion scoffed at the discontented frown carved between her eyebrows as her hand searched blindly for his, only relaxing when he laced his cold fingers with hers. It was true, Tav was a little pale and her body bore all the signs of a future that had thus far been unwritten. And yet, now that Astarion bent over her, he could see the slight swell of her belly, the firmness of her breasts and recognise them for what they were. Tav was nothing if not resilient, always believing—knowing—that good things came their way. Had she ever given him reason to doubt her?

Carefully, Astarion rested his cheek below Tav’s navel, and there it was—the epicentre of their future, fluttering against his ear as if Tav had swallowed a little bird. He listened closely to the two heartbeats and tried to learn the intricacies of this new song. The sharp ends of Astarion’s fangs pierced his lower lip as he smiled widely against Tav’s belly. For nearly fifty years he and Tav had made love, and now love had eventually made something in return. But it had only just begun, hadn’t it? There was much to consider. They would have to settle down somewhere; being out in the wilderness, going town to town—it wouldn’t do any longer. They needed a safe place where Tav could gather as much strength as possible, a place where their child could thrive. They needed a home. Everything else would fall into place, surely…

There was another change in Tav’s heartbeat, signalling that she’d woken. It only took a second for her free hand to ghost over Astarion’s arm, his shoulders and the nape of his neck before it found its way into his dishevelled curls.

“What are you smiling about?” Tav asked, a sleepy curiosity laced in her voice that made Astarion look up at her face. He wondered again whether she knew of that second heart beating inside her or not, but Tav was a shit liar, and worse at keeping secrets—unlike Astarion.

He considered her a moment longer before he lifted his head off her middle and laid back beside her. Tav hummed contently as he pulled her against him, resuming their earlier position as if nothing had changed. “Just about how pathetically in love I am with you, and how my love for you only grows each day.” 

“Oh, just the usual then,” Tav yawned against his chest, mirroring his smile. “Nothing grand.”

She didn’t know, Astarion was sure of it. And he wouldn’t say anything, not at all. Tav would notice the change in herself soon enough, but for now, it was their secret—Astarion and the little life’s he’d discovered within her. “Nothing grand at all, my dear. Nothing grand at all.”

A good thing was happening to him; he could hear and taste it, feel it grow right there where Tav’s bare chest pressed against his—but who was he to keep that to himself?

“Darling,” Astarion blurted out. “How do you like Baldur’s Gate around…let’s say early Spring, I suppose?”

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@ramlightly graciously let me write a fic based on this comic. Check it out, it's so cool!

"Dominate Person" is a nasty spell that can fully submit a humanoid to your power. It's unclear if the victim has self-consciousness in the moment but since it's possible to throw Wisdom saving rolls I think you can feel that you are controlled.

Thanks @bhaalbaaby for beta-reading!

Puppet Master

Synopsis: Astarion is enchanted by the "Dominate Person" spell and almost kills Tav.

Tags: angst, comfort

TW: A description of physical violence

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Astarion wants to move. To hide in the shadows and shoot the necromancer from there.

You are surrounded, but you keep doing your work.

But he can't.

His body is paralyzed, and he feels a wave of panic. 

No, not this. Not "Hold Person"!

He can't do this. He can't make it.

Paralysis is like being sealed in a tomb with too little space to move. Helpless, voiceless.

What if something happens to you when he is like this?

"Astarion, use your daggers!"

Is it you? Or one of the adventurers you've teamed up this morning to kick necromancers out of the town?

Astarion just has to wait. The spell wears off when the spellcaster is down. Or a healer manages to find a way to get rid of the invisible chains.

Or...

USE THE DAGGER

The voice is intimidating, too loud, and too powerful.

It's like the Cazador's voice in his head again. Suppressing. Ordering. Torturing.

No, no...

Astarion feels his hand move toward the dagger. The strings make him move.

It's not "Hold Person".

It's "Dominate Person".

Full control of the victim. The voice your body cannot resist. You become one of them, fighting for them.

Murdering your loved ones.

KILL

Astarion rushes forward to you. To the only person he loves and cares about. The only person in the entire world who has never hurt him.

"Astarion! Help me! Astarion, what's wrong?"

Astarion pushes you into the ground with all his newfound vampiric strength.

No, no, please, stop it!

MURDER THEM

The dagger stabs through your stomach, causing an internal rupture. The second dagger wounds your chest.

You stare at him in pain, in silent prayer. You watch your lover killing you.

Blood. So much blood. Your blood.

A strong hand pulls Astarion from you, but it's not enough.

Astarion has an order from his new master.

To kill you. To make sure you are dead.

It is the worst type of dissociation. He is just an observer.

His hands rip you apart as if you are a prey he's found in the woods. Your eyes are full of terror and pain.

VAMPIRE, DRINK THE BLOOD.

No, no, I won't do it. I don't take the blood without consent... NO!

His fangs pierce into your neck, taking the blood non-stop. To satiate him, to let him feel alive.

And to drain you.

He is less than a slave. A puppet. With his locked mind in agony.

CRUSH THE SKULL

Astarion grabs a handful of your hair to smash you against a stone. Your body is motionless. Broken. Almost dead.

And then...

The agony of death pierces the mind. It's an acid flare of horror - too familiar for the undead.

It happened to him once, many years ago. When he was killed by Cazador and revived as a vampire spawn.

That's how death feels.

But he isn't dying. More than this, his body is his again.

Astarion stands up, feeling the nightmare wearing off.

Your body lies on the ground in blood and gore.

Astarion falls to his knees, his hands shaking.

And yells.

**

You wake up, your body sore and in terrible pain.

Astarion.

Your mind reacts with a panic attack - a near-death experience causing mental anguish. Your body remembers how Astarion jumped on you with his daggers.

How he ripped your throat.

How he almost crushed your skull.

You try to collect yourself. "Dominate Person". One of the nastiest spells necromancers know. Create a humanoid puppet and make them kill their friends and loved ones. While they silently scream, locked in their minds.

Some people never recover from that. Offing themselves, not being capable of dealing with what they did.

Damn, and what did it do to Astarion? It's what happened to him during his enslavement. Orders impossible to resist.

You want to call for him, but your body refuses to act. It remembers.

His hands, his fangs.

And his eyes in such desperation you've never seen.

Before you manage to collect yourself again, you fall into oblivion.

**

Astarion is silent.

His nails pierce his scalp. His teeth are clenched. His eyes open wide as he stares at the wall.

The companions who murdered the necromancers ignore him, but he doesn't feel any hostility.

Just a spell. It happens.

"Astarion... Is this your name, right?" a young fighter approaches him. "You need to take a bath."

Astarion looks at himself. His clothes are covered in blood. Your blood.

"Tav will be fine. We have good healers here. Don't blame yourself."

As if enchanted again, Astarion walks away. In silence, he locks himself in the bathroom - a small wooden room with a tub full of hot water. But instead of putting off the dirty clothes, he submerges himself fully clothed.

The fabric clings to the body, and Astarion hugs his knees. The blood mixes with water.

His back hurts as if his scars are bleeding.

He doesn't know how long he spends there. An hour? A day? A week? The water is cold. but he can't care less still hearing your cries.

The door creaks, and he notices familiar soft steps.

"Astarion? Are you alright?"

He can't look at you. Can't make himself. Can't witness the damage he caused.

"I almost killed you, and you ask how I am doing?" his voice breaks.

"The necromancer almost killed me," you say firmly. "Not you. Hey, look at me!"

Your head is heavily bandaged. There are bruises all over your face, and he knows there is much more evidence of his violence below your shirt and trousers.

"It wasn’t you. It was them. You would never do this to me."

"I did."

"You didn't. Come on, take off your clothes. They’re all wet."

He wants to make you go, make you leave. He will be happy knowing you are somewhere safe and far from him.

You touch his neck, and he can't resist. Astarion allows you to pull off his shirt and then manages to take off the trousers as well. 

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"Don't." You start rubbing his back, and he flinches when your gentle fingers touch the edges of the scars.

"Tav... You need to rest..."

"Don't be selfish. I need this, too."

"What? Why?"

You take his chin and make him look up at you. "Because my body remembers you killing me. Because my subconscious tells me to run away. Because I remember these gentle hands of yours driving blades into my chest. I need to forget it before it's engraved forever. So please, don’t push me away. Not now..."

You keep rubbing his back, hands, and chest. You plant kisses on the clean skin. You wash his hair, stained blood, and gore, and make sure your touches are light and tender.

"If you want to talk about it, I am here. I know what exactly it reminded you of," you whisper in his ear.

And at that moment it's too much.

His body shudders as he starts crying, hiding his face from you in his palms. You drop the rags and wrap your hands around his neck.

You sit like that for an eternity, lulling each other until the healer starts banging into the door, demanding you to return to bed. You reluctantly let Astarion go.

You kiss him goodbye and leave, hoping the darkness won't hold his mind again, and he won't run away from you and his guilt.

**

The bed is comfortable as you lie motionless on a blanket. The healer did a great job patching you together. But you will need to fully recover. And gallons of healing potion.

Astarion enters the room. He wears fresh clothes, and if it wasn't for his facial expression, you could think nothing bad has happened.

"Come," you ask him. "I am sorry, but the night of passion isn't an offer today."

"Don't be ridiculous. How are you feeling?"

"Beaten. Wounded. Tired. And you?"

"Violated"

You both are silent. Finally, Astarion lies beside you and wraps his hands around you.

Your body stiffens against your will. Astarion feels it and tries to let you go.

"No. Hold me like that!"

He obliges and gently places your head on his chest. His cool skin feels nice.

Astarion loves me. He won't hurt me.

You repeat it like a prayer before finally being able to fully relax.

"I love you," he mutters. "I won't hurt you. You hear me?"

You nod.

"I love you, too," You smile, and your heart rejoices when he smiles back.

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[dutifullylazybread]

Headcannon jealous Rolan

Rolan and Tav have an established relationship

However, Rolan is jealous of Gale. I need to know how this man handles jealousy and Gale around Tav. NSFW or SFW.

So I ended up writing a bit of a scenario while also giving an idea of how Rolan acts while he is jealous. Some mentions of sex below, but nothing overtly NSFW. I'd argue this is more of a hurt/comfort headcanon list.

As a note, I focused on why Rolan might be jealous of the relationship between Tav/Gale to keep this as concise as I could. I think it is possible that Rolan might be jealous of Gale's magical education, but that might be a headcanon list for another time!

Some Reasons Why Rolan is Jealous of Gale and How He Acts:

Rolan knows that you and Gale are close—the two of you traveled together for months after all. You have pulled each other from the jaws of death on countless occasions. You convinced him not to detonate the orb that once sat in his chest.

Gale has a deeper understanding of what you went through at that time than Rolan thinks he ever will. After all, Rolan never had a tadpole lodged in his skull, nor has he ever shared a mental link with you. And while his path to Baldur’s Gate took him one way, your path took you the other—even with the points in which both routes merged.

And the bastard is just charming. He makes it look so easy to be that damn charming.

And when Rolan feels at ease, he is charming. But he feels like he has to put on a performance. He has to be this brilliant wizard at all times.

Rolan may feel like he knows you well—you and him are in an established relationship. The two of you have professed your love for each other. You sleep in the same bed, you have shared goals for the future, and he could see himself spending the rest of his life with you.

But does he know you as well as Gale does?

That eats at him.

And he does feel like he is at a disadvantage when Gale comes to visit, and the two of you reminisce about something that Rolan wasn’t present for. 

He watches how you light up and laugh, and he wonders if you ever light up like that around him. He tells himself that it might be different, that he might not notice those little details, because he sees you every single day.

You and Gale may discuss a book that Rolan has never read, or you might ramble on about your research and ask for the other’s opinion.

After traveling together and patching each other’s wounds, you and Gale might casually touch (arm squeezes or hugs, for example) with ease. And it might make Rolan uneasy.

Rolan’s response to the situation will vary.

If he feels left out, he might excuse himself and make himself scarce. You can tell something is wrong based on how his tail is snapping back and forth. He is seething and trying to hide it.

He is also being awfully short with you. He might make a few passive aggressive (or as passive aggressive as he can manage) comments.

“Don’t mind me. I wouldn’t want to take you away from such engaging company.” He says this with a distinct bite, of course.

If he isn't too deep into his jealousy, he will definitely take comfort in the two of you having sex. You make him feel loved and valued, and you take the time to remind him of that.

And while he is feeling this way, slow and tender sex is the way to go. The sex where it feels like the two of you have nothing but time and you plan on using all of that time with him is soothing.

If he has gotten to the point where he is being short and standoffish, however, sex isn't happening. He is closing himself off from everyone in nearly every conceivable way.

If Gale tries to talk to him, Rolan is cordial but chilly. 

He won’t outright ask for Gale to leave, but he doesn’t go out of his way to make him feel welcome either.

He is, after all, trying to appear every inch the archwizard who could rival Gale. And in several ways, he already is. He just doesn’t see it.

While Rolan doesn’t necessarily try to one-up Gale, he will have those small, ugly moments of feeling rather pleased with himself when he is more knowledgeable about something than Gale might be.

Rolan might make small jabs at Gale about knowing something that he perceives as easy but which Gale mentions having difficulty with (it just feels satisfying to know he can do something better than Gale).

When Gale is about, Rolan might make a conscious point to curl his tail around your ankle or to lay a hand on the small of your back—physical contact that he might not normally indulge in when company is around.

I don’t see him making a point of kissing you in front of Gale or doing something like pulling you onto his lap—the small moments of contact, though Gale might not be picking up on it, speak volumes already.

Should Rolan not be forthcoming with Gale about how he feels, Gale will likely say something to you along the lines of, “Have I done something to upset Rolan?”

Naturally, you don’t want to see your beloved and one of your dear friends at odds.

So, privately, you ask Rolan what the matter is.

This is another situation where he might claim nothing at all is wrong, or he might make a snide remark about Gale. He might loop you into that comment.

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt the two of you. You were getting rather chummy after all.”

The direction this discussion goes will largely depend on how insecure Rolan feels and how defensive he gets. 

It might be as easy as reminding him that you chose him. You have built a life with him. And you wouldn’t change what you have for anything.

If Rolan is too defensive to be receptive, he might put some space between you and him so that he can feel what he needs to feel and then gather his thoughts. He likely won’t be graceful about it (he will probably lock himself up in his office and stew for a bit).

However, when he does have the time to really consider everything, he does see that he has been unfair and downright unkind.

And while he doesn’t enjoy the idea of the conversation to come, he does want to make amends with you. And he wants to explain himself.

This isn’t to say that he won’t get defensive during this discussion either, but with his newfound clarity, he is going to try his damnedest to hear what you have to say and recognize how his actions have made you feel.

Gale and you are just friends. Even if the two of you were romantic in the past, things ended amicably, and neither of you have any interest in picking up where things left off.

Besides, you might ask Rolan, have you ever done anything to make him think that your affections were wandering?

Rolan will assure you that you haven’t. And then it may come out that he is jealous of the closeness that you and Gale have, and sometimes it does sting to know that he hasn’t shared in those adventures.

So you offer to tell him everything that he wants to know. What is he curious about? 

Does he want to know where you all traveled? Does he want to know about the moments where all of you laughed yourselves dizzy around the fire? About the disagreements that you had but then talked out and patched up? How about the most horrific meals you had to scrounge together? 

And this helps him a bit. He might not get to have those experiences with you, but it means the world to him that you are happy to share those times with him—that you feel comfortable enough to do so. 

Even if you don’t want to share everything—if a companion died on the road, if something went horribly wrong—even offering to tell him about some of your adventures means a great deal to him.

Rolan apologizes to you and promises to make amends with Gale.

And when you, him, and Gale are visiting once again, you encourage Rolan to ask questions—Gale is always more than happy to regale anyone with stories of your adventures, after all. 

And, though he does have to swallow his pride a little, Rolan does apologize to Gale.

He asks Gale to visit again—and Gale accepts (Waterdeep is lovely, but Baldur’s Gate is still the third best city on the Sword Coast, after all).

And later, you remind Rolan just how much he means to you, and how incredible you think he is.

I’m saying you body worship and overstim him, and then you hold him while he falls asleep in your arms, feeling loved and cherished and secure.

A week later, when you and Rolan are spending a lazy morning in bed together, you laugh at something he says. And he realizes that, around him, when you light up, you are practically incandescent

And he holds you close.

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I thought Gale's romance scene in Act 2 was really wonderful and special and decided to make a whole multi-page comic about it.

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[halsinsnaturepocket]

Getting-to-know-you sex with Halsin

Let's be so real, Halsin is SO kinky but he is SO worried about coming on too strong the first time he sleeps with you, but is genuinely so happy when you become progressively kinkier.

He's already worried he might have pushed the limits by turning into a bear, he feels like anything more really will have you running and he's so scared of scaring you off. "I'm almost too scared to touch you"

that's not going to keep him from touching you, he just has to hold himself back, show a little restraint.

But he knows he wants to be with you more than once, he's down bad, but because his heart doesn't stir lightly he's worried about being *too much*

testing the waters by doing things like kissing and caressing every inch of you to see what makes you react

lightly biting, not enough to leave a mark unless you encourage him to

and when you do encourage him, he does it flawlessly - choking with the perfect, practiced amount of pressure that leaves you breathless

biting you just hard enough until you tell him it's actually really okay if he leaves a mark - you want that, and he wants to do that

putting his hand lightly across your collarbone, his thumb brushing against your neck, silently begging you to ask him to choke you

if you trust him to choke you, he does it just right, not enough to actually hurt but enough to make you just a touch lightheaded.

Giving you small praises (in elvish if you're elvish) to see if you react well to praise, and when you do... gods. He's telling you you're beautiful, he's telling you how good you're being for him.

Encouraging you to express yourself as well - “If you need to pull my hair, bite me, or scratch me… I won't stop you.” He rumbles against your ear as you get closer to orgasm - he is delighted to learn which one you are, or whatever it is you do as you start to come undone at his touch

He makes sure you cum first, and asks where you want him to cum once he can finally get there(He has insane stamina, he won't be done until you've cum more than a few times)

"Where would you like me to finish? Your neck? Your chest...inside of you?"

Is pleasantly surprised if you say "in my mouth" and can take his cock in your mouth with little issue

[avocado-writing]

Could I please request the bg3 ladies and the kinds of things they like to say during sex? (dw I follow a couple people who regularly have 100+ requests so I don't mind the wait ^^) Thanks!

Huehehe >:3 very nsfw, minors dni -

Karlach

Very, very talkative during sex. Loves to let you know how into it she is, how good you're making her feel.

Her breath is constantly hot and needy against your skin as she talks her way through your lovemaking:

"Fuck, yeah, like that..."

"Gods, you are perfect, you know? Just fucking perfect..."

And, usually with a lot of enthusiasm, "More!"

Not above a love confession in the heat of the moment.

Smokes a cigar after. Buries her face into your shoulder and mutters about how wonderful you are.

Lae'zel

Not super chatty during sex, mostly just talks in order to challenge or assert dominance, or perhaps to give orders.

Either way, always speaks with a gravelly voice as she tries not to lose herself to pleasure.

"Go harder."

"Yes... more of that... I want to feel how many fingers you can fit inside me..."

"I want you to make me cum now."

Says little in the afterglow, but happy to give you as many bite-heavy kisses as you want.

Shadowheart

Oh, loves to tell you what to do. How to please her. Her soft voice is a kitten's mewl in your ear, begging you onwards, always sultry if sullen...

"Hmm... I like that... do it again..."

"I want to see how you taste. Open your legs for me."

"I love the little noises you make. Moan for me?"

Cuddly after sex, but makes smalltalk. The two of you might be naked and sharing a bedroll, but that doesn't mean you're not carrying on bitching together like it's any other night at the fire...

Minthara

Oh, she likes to give orders too. Is a top. Is not a fan of you trying to instruct her.

Still, though, relatively reassuring during your time together, even if it can be downright teasing sometimes.

"Come on. You can wait a little bit longer."

"If I tell you that you can't cum, you can't."

"Behave for me. I know that you want to... and you'll be rewarded, darling."

Is good at aftercare, but quiet about it. Checks that you're okay, gets you something to drink and eat if needed, and then holds you in a vice-grip for the rest of the night.

Jaheira

Not saying she's going to lean into the age thing, but...

Under the assumption that she is older than you, sees how much referring to it turns you on, she is an utter tease.

"Come on, little cub. You've got one more in you yet, hm?"

"Come here. I know you can keep up..."

"Gods above, you are so beautiful..."

Falls asleep with you quickly after. You'll be worn out enough that it isn't an issue.

[tumbleweed-run]

Touch

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 11 Sensory Deprivation

You gasped as a cold pair of hands traced down your sides. You relaxed as they continued their path down to your hips. You were currently bound, all four of your limbs tied with silks to the bed posts. There was a matching silk across your eyes, preventing you from seeing as well. 

At least you had a tell as to which man was touching you. Realistically, you probably would have been able to do it even without Astarion’s inhuman chill.

This had been your decision, your request. It had felt only fair given that Gale had so graciously agreed to be in your position not long ago. Of course, the deafening spell Gale had cast on you, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your heartbeat, had been an additional request you’d made. 

Every touch Astarion made to your skin was already magnified tenfold, leaving you squirming both to and away from him. Perhaps more interesting was the fact that Gale wasn’t touching you. You tried to shift around the last leg that had been secured, as it was your last clue as to the wizard’s location. While the binds allowed you some movement it wasn’t enough to actually find him. 

Astarion’s hands were near your knees now, continuing their descent. 

Suddenly, a large, warm hand gripped your chin. It was the brush of Gale’s beard on your skin that caused you to grin. His lips followed not long after, pressing sweet, warm kisses against your lips. You lifted your head slightly chasing after him, attempting to deepen the kiss. He indulged you for a moment before pressing his hand gently against your chest until you relaxed back onto the bed. 

At your ankles, Astarion’s hands pivoted inward and slowly began working their way up.  He seemed determined to touch every inch of you. 

Gale’s hands left you completely, and you found yourself ineffectively trying to track him. Huffing, you once again tried to relax backward. 

There was a slight twitch in Astarion’s touch, you knew well enough that he found your frustration amusing. You set your best pout on your lips and aimed it where you assumed he was. It was at that moment that his hands reached your inner thighs. Another gasp was torn from you as your thighs pulled shut. Firmly, Astarion pushed them open again. 

You had to focus on keeping your thighs open as Astarion continued upward. His hands skated around where you desperately wanted him to touch. Then, almost as an afterthought, he trail one finger between your fold. You whined and arched up, but somehow he managed to avoid touching your clit. His hands smoothly moved to your stomach. 

The bed sunk between your legs and there was a warmth then. Not quite touching, but close enough you could feel. Gale. You sighed happily and tried to move your legs close enough to touch him. His hands found your ankles first and then a brush of his hair, followed again by his lips. Then, as if following Astarion’s lead, he began pressing soft kisses gently up the inside of your legs. 

You couldn’t pick who to focus on. Astarion’s light touches were driving you insane, his hands now just beneath your breasts. Instead of touching them, he skated his thumbs along the underside and then up to your chests. He was leaving gooseflesh in his wake.  Gale’s kisses were firmer, warmer, but he as well wasn’t touching you where you wanted. He was also firmly pressing your legs open keeping you from trying to guide him. 

You moaned when Astarion’s hand found your neck, instinctively tilting your chin up and baring it to him. He wrapped his hand around your throat but just rested it there. At this exact moment, Gale pressed a kiss against your cunt. Gasping you couldn’t help as you arched up. Astarion’s grasp tightened, not enough to choke you but as both a warning and a promise. You whined when he released the hold. 

In a mirror to Gale’s actions, Astarion’s hand grasped your chin followed by his lips. But that was where the similarities ended. Gale’s kisses had been soft and sweet, but Astarion’s were immediately commanding. His tongue wormed in between your lips, and you were ready to meet him. 

Gale’s tongue on the other hand had slipped between your folds and he was lazily lapping at your cunt. His tongue dragged across your clit, and you cried out, head turning away from Astarion. He didn’t allow it for long and pulled you back into the kiss. 

Your ability to focus on just one man was truly torn when Astarion’s hand finally, finally, grasped your breast. His thumb found your nipple immediately. Then in perhaps a serendipitous fluke, they both flicked. Gale, his tongue against your clit, and Astarion’s thumb against your nipple. 

It turned out not to be a fluke, though. They were alarming in sync as they continued their ministrations. Even when Astarion switched to tease your other nipple, Gale seemed to pull back for a breath. The last remaining coherent part of you wanted so badly to hear them. It didn't matter because within seconds you were reduced to a moaning mess. 

It was almost a relief when Astarion’s hands left you. You found it easier to focus on just one of them like this. Gale gently bent your knees out as far as the ties allowed, baring you to him even further. You were so focused on how Gale fucked you with his tongue that you almost missed the shifting of the mattress by your hip. What you didn’t miss was the press of Astarion’s chest over your side. 

You weren’t aware of how loud you yelled when Astarion’s tongue pressed down between your folds, but the feeling in your throat afterward told you it was quite loud. Gale hadn’t left either, only angled his head to the side to allow Astarion better access. Instead, they both licked at your cunt. Occasionally, their tongues would meet in some kind of strange kiss. The sensation, the knowledge, left you delirious with pleasure. You weren’t even aware of your moaning anymore. 

Your orgasm slammed into you with a tidal force. They paid no attention to your spasming and continued to lick you (in tandem) through it. 

Gale was the first one to pull away from your body. Vaguely, your mind conjured an image so familiar to you that your heart panged with the desire to see it. Gale, eyes dark in arousal, with his beard shining with your spend. 

Astarion’s mouth left you, but you felt him as he climbed over your legs to take up the space where Gale had just been. His fingers spread you as he, uncharacteristically gently, resumed lapping at your cunt. 

Your head was gently lifted, and another pillow was slid under it leaving you almost awkwardly propped up. A kiss to your forehead that smelt of both you and Gale followed. 

You were immediately curious when Gale climbed on top of you. His legs were on either side of your chest, knees bumping into your underarms. Even though he was seated on you, he bore a majority of his weight on his own legs. The soft hair on his thighs and legs tickled at your skin. Your arms pulled on the tie with the desire to touch him. 

There was barely time to think when he sat up as his cock brushed against your lips. He was hard and leaking, no doubt leaving a smear of cum against your lips. Surprised and eager your mouth fell open instantly. 

Astarion’s mouth left you, one of his hands sliding in so he could press a finger into your entrance. 

Slowly, Gale pressed his cock into your mouth, and you understood the additional pillow now. He stopped, barely inside your mouth and you could feel his thighs strain against the restraint he was showing. After a few seconds, you realized Gale wanted you to finish pulling him in your mouth. You swallowed him down quickly, quick enough that when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and had to pull off. You were faster than Gale’s conscious and pulled him into your mouth once more, this time more carefully. 

You sucked eagerly and were rewarded with Astarion’s finger matching your pace.

You tried to keep a steady pace, spurred on in part by your reward as Astarion fingered you. But eventually, your neck because protesting each bob and you were forced to slow. 

Astarion shifted, and you groaned, anticipating his touch leaving you. You wondered if he was moving to take Gale’s spot and fuck your throat properly, you found you wanted him to. Surprisingly, it was Gale’s hand that came around the back of your head supporting you further. Then it was Gale’s cock tentatively thrusting into your mouth. 

You moaned around him but forced yourself to relax going boneless under him, acutely aware of how big a deal this was for Gale. As you relaxed, swallowing slightly to encourage him, his thrusts grew bolder. He wasn’t as sure as Astarion and didn’t try to bottom out down your throat, but it was blissful in its own way. You fought to keep your gag reflex down, worried Gale would pull away if you didn’t. Astarion pressed two fingers inside you, now matching Gale’s pace. 

It didn’t last long, but you relished each second. Gale pulled out, and you felt a string of spit trail across your chin. Almost immediately he rained a series of kisses across your face. You smiled, almost anxious to show you’d enjoyed it. 

Curiously he gently placed his hands over your ear, pressing slightly. It was a warning because then sound abruptly returned. You gasped as even the quiet sounds of the bedroom overwhelmed you for a moment. Both men were still, allowing you to adjust to the sudden change. 

“Darling,” Astarion spoke in a hushed tone, mindfully, “I think you might want to be here entirely for this next part.”

“What do you mean?” Your voice was wrecked. 

Gale’s hands slid away from your ears, his time they rested on the edge of the blindfold, waiting. 

“I’m going to let the wizard fuck me,” Astarion said it haughtily, as if bestowing a gift on Gale. 

No one acknowledged that he, in fact, was. 

“Off.” You said instantly and tried to drag your head against the pillow in an effort to remove the blindfold. 

Both men laughed at your impatience. Gale gently removed the blindfold, mindful of your hair that had become tangled. You kept your eyes closed for a moment before slowly blinking them open. The room was thankfully only lit by candles, which were far enough away that they weren’t blinding. Instead, it cast a soft warm glow that your eyes easily adjusted to. 

Both men were naked, which they hadn’t been before the blindfold went on. Idly, you realized you had known this. Still, your mouth watered slightly at the sight as it always did. Surely, if there came a time that you weren’t struck with lust at this sight that there would be something wrong with you. 

“There you are,” Gale said gently, tilting your head towards him. 

There was a question in his eyes which had nothing to do with Astarion. You knew he was still seeking approval for fucking your mouth. You nodded slightly and smiled. 

“Hello,” you said it softly. 

Astarion allowed your moment with grace. Instead choosing to focus on untying the binds from around your ankles. You anticipated Gale doing the same to the ones around your wrists, but he didn’t. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and disappeared towards the end of the bed. Once both your legs were free you drew up your knees a few times to dispel the stiffness that had formed. 

Astarion climbed up over you on all fours. As he leaned up even further, to press a kiss to your lips, Gale climbed up onto the bed as well. You tried to stifle a giggle at just how crowded it had become. Astarion’s face was amused as well when he leaned back from the kiss. He jumped slightly then. 

You looked over his shoulder and found that Gale had placed a hand on the elf’s lower back, his other hand was out of sight. Judging off the look that flashed on Astarion’s face you knew what he was doing. 

“Astarion?” You asked carefully when his eyes slid shut. 

“I’m here, pet,” he reassured softly, “it’s, ah, been some time since I’ve let anyone do this.” 

Your eyes met Gale’s over his shoulder, and he paused, a question he didn’t want to voice. You quickly looked back to Astarion’s face before nodding, Gale began moving again. 

Carefully you drew up your knee and tapped it against Astarion’s side. “Are you using our safeword?” If this conversation had been had, you’d been deaf to it. 

Astarion’s eyes opened. “Darling why would I need-” he cut off abruptly as Gale pulled away from him entirely. 

Astarion growled and looked over his shoulder at Gale, annoyed. “Was that necessary?”

“Yes,” was all Gale said. 

Alright, alright,” Astarion sighed, “Coins it is.”

As Gale, once again, went back to prepping Astarion the elf looked over his shoulder again. “I swear, Gale, if you stop one more time I’m going to pin you to the floor and fuck myself on you.”

Your entire body flushed at the mental image. 

Astarion’s mouth twisted into a wicked grin when he noticed. “Oh darling you like that idea,” he accused. 

You didn’t bother denying it. Once glance at Gale’s slack jaw and glazed eyes told you that he was similarly affected. 

“Well,” Astarion continued, you wondered if he was talking to distract himself, “we will certainly need to add that to a tawdry little to do-” he broke off in a moan, head dropping down. 

Gale lifted his hand from Astarion’s back and held up two fingers. You grinned to yourself. 

Slowly, Astarion began rocking back to meet Gale’s fingers. Your hands itched to go around Astarion. To hold him and keep him grounded in the here and now. You pouted as you pulled against the ties. They’d clearly been left on for a reason. 

“Ah, fuck,” Astarion swore, “is he always this slow about it.”

“Mostly,” you laughed.

“Pleasure is meant to be savored,” Gale tutted from above the two of you. 

Astarion groaned in frustration. You smiled to yourself, knowing the vampire couldn’t see that Gale himself was no doubt frustrated by how slow he was moving. His cock was heavy and leaking freely to the bedding below. But there was one thing about Gale, it's that he would never proceed if he was at all worried about hurting someone he cared about. 

Your laughter escaped as little giggles, and after a moment you felt more than heard Astarion’s amused huffs. Abruptly, a moan was punched from him and his hips snapped backward. He continued moaning and fucking himself backward. 

“Good?” Gale asked. 

“Gale, I am not above begging you to fuck me before one of you dies,” Astarion ground out making it sound more like a threat. 

Gale’s eyes went far away for a moment, but he shook his head and withdrew his fingers. “Maybe some other day,” he said cryptically. 

Astarion took the lack of contact with surprising grace. Surprising, until he sat up slightly and moved to position his cock at your entrance. 

“Oh,” you gasped, realizing what was happening. 

Astarion was quick to slide into you entirely, his impatience betrayed through his actions. You squirmed slightly, adjusting to him. 

It was strange, you could almost feel as Gale pressed into Astarion. Each small slide forward and Astarion moved ever so slightly in you. It was, in fact, a slow process until Gale’s hips were flush against Astarion’s ass. He held still, and you watched his fingertips turn white as he gripped Astarion’s hips. You weren’t sure who he was restraining. 

“For the love of,” Astarion snarled and it was almost like Gale was waiting for him to speak because he began moving finally, effectively silencing the vampire. 

Astarion remained relatively still the only movements inside of you were the after-shocks as Gale gently began fucking him. His patience only lasted so long, though, and eventually began moving. 

It was awkward for less than a beat as both men found a rhythm that worked for them. Once they did Astarion began fucking you earnestly. Immediately you were glad Gale had removed his spell because the sounds of both of them was nearly enough to drive you over the edge. With each thrust from Gale, moans escaped Astarion sounding much like they were being forced out. Gale’s eyes had fallen shut, head tilted back grunting each time he bottomed out. 

Astarion’s hands found your hips and shifted them upwards so his thrusts went impossibly deeper. 

Gale went first a string of incoherent sounds spilling past his lips as he spilled into Astarion. Astarion quickly began fucking himself between the two of you in a way that bordered on frantic. He kept on with this for a moment before his orgasm hit. 

As he came he bit into the flesh just above your breast, fangs piercing the skin. It was enough to send you over the edge, your cunt fluttering around his still-twitching cock. 

Astarion lazily lapped at the blood forming at his bite mark, collapsing forward onto you. It wasn’t in a particularly good spot to bleed. Instead, the blood slowly welled up in the punctures, only to be quickly whisked away by his tongue. 

When your hands fell to the bed, you became aware that Gale had moved and was undoing the ties. You dragged your pins and needles hand up to thread into Astarion’s hair. You kept him against you, encouraging his lazy feeding. As Gale climbed into the bed next to the two of you, you felt a familiar sensation of magic as a spell cleaned you all. 

“Useful,” Astarion approved, lips still against your skin. 

You laughed and let your head fall against Gale as he finally settled, half on the pillows beneath you. 

It was remarkably peaceful, in this afterglow for the three of you. 

[poetryvampire]

Lord help me I want to write so much Zevlor/pregnant partner fic. Like I have such deep brainrot I want it all fluff, angst, porn. Put it right in my blood because like you know that man has a wicked breeding kink and the only thing that gets him hotter than breeding his lover is seeing them full of their child. Literally can't keep his hands off them. Also like he's so sweet and attentive and he'd turn it up to 11. He'd be the perfect caring partner.

And about the angst, not to be a downer but I feel like Zevlor would be such a good partner while working through issues or tragedy. Like I know it's very self indulgent but it's been very soothing to think about in regards to my own pregnancy trauma so idk may do something with that at some point

[deny-the-issue]

Ok it’s on, people! I’m going to write a Halsin x fat!reader (reader has vulva/breasts, little to no mention of gender outside of smut) oneshot. There will be fluff, smut, and some angst with a happy ending. Thank you all for the interest! ❤️

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I’m hoping to have it completed within 1-2 weeks

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Recently reblogged that whole 'astarion-would-buy-you-giant-bouquets-to-show-his-love' post, and it got me thinking-- while I, personally, don't think he would do anything that saccharine to show his affection, what would he do?

Without further ado, things I think Astarion would actually do to show his affection:

Headbutt you

Randomly bite you

Bring you the exsanguinated corpses of your enemies

Curl up into you

Brush/braid/tend to your hair

Embroider something for you

Create a poison for you

Make sure you go to bed

Sit with you while you eat

Help you make selfish choices you're unwilling to make for yourself

Tell someone off for you

Cool you down on a hot day

Show you off to others

Unabashed, over-the-top flirting

In private, weird and sincere compliments

This is just how I interpret his character of course, so I love to see how others show his affection!!