#food with tav

[tavina-writes]

Making chicken pot pie like: get out of the oven so I can eat you nom nom nom

[iizuumi]

whoever decided to give astarion a gun ily

[andsylphy]

teatime between 'nobles'.

[rawrsatthetree]

I think one of Astarion’s ways of showing that he cares is making sure Tav is fully fed at all times.

Before he’s willing to admit his feeling for them, he tells himself that if they’re well fed that’s more blood they can feed him or they can’t protect him if they’re starving.

At meals he’ll push past everyone to make sure Tav gets plenty of food before anyone else.

He’ll sneak extra snacks into their pack.

He pays attention to what they like and makes sure to take it from the camp supplies and hides it in his tent. He also makes sure to look for it while they’re out exploring as well.

Living things need proper nutrients, so he always makes sure Tav gets the fruits and vegetables they find over anyone else.

If there’s a meat they particularly like he’ll be sure to hunt it and bring the bloodless corpse back to camp.

He’s the first to notice if they loose any weight or to spot any signs of hunger. He hates how it makes his gut twist with worry.

The threat of starvation always feels just around the corner, he needs to make sure they eat as much as they can while they still can.

And if this causes them to gain weight all the better! He loves the physical reminder they’re well fed and how they feel softer and warmer in his arms.

He never wants Tav to feel hunger like he has.

This is something that doesn’t change if he ascends. His Consort will always have to best blood and wine available, they’ll never feel the pains of vampiric hunger. What would be the point of all that power if he couldn’t even satisfy his favorite’s needs even if he has to force feed them.

[bluecoolr]

Banquet

You're hosted by the magnanimous master of the House of Hope and his wife ✨️

[a2zillustration]

I have many emotions about this man and most of them are: sobbing

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[dekariosclan]

Tav and husband Tav are milling around the shops. Tav sees something that they want but needs assistance from a sales rep. Unfortunately, the sales rep is a gum-chewing, dead eyed teenager who is rude AF and absolutely gives no shits about their job (you know the type). Sales rep ignores Tav twice before sassing them and being generally unhelpful.

How would husband Gale respond?

*Gale, angrily leaning over the order counter at the Baldur’s Gate McDonald’s, finger raised, nostrils flared*

Gale: Young man! Look here! (gestures at the sad excuse for a burger sitting on the counter in front of them) I’ll have you know we’ve dined on fish heads AND stale bread that far surpasses the utter slop my beloved has been served today—which, I might add, happened not once, not twice, but thrice—

Crappy Worker: *shrugs* What’s wrong with it?

Gale: Well! As my dearest has politely tried to inform you already: Cold meat; wet bread; extra mayonnaise when we CLEARLY asked for none, and, to add insult to injury, the most unappetizing topping of them all: TWO body hairs of very questionable origin—

Crappy Worker: *shrugs again* So?

Gale: ‘So??’ (gestures furiously at Ronald McDonald poster on wall) How befitting that your patron is a clown, because this entire establishment is rife with clownery—

Tav *hiding a smile*: Love, it’s okay! We’ll go somewhere else.

Gale *indignantly, over his shoulder as Tav leads him out the door*: And you can tell Sir Ronald or Lord McDonald or whatever his moniker is that he has lost our good will, and henceforth we shall ONLY be dining at the Burger Monarch down the road—

Tav: (whispers into Gale’s ear)

Gale: At the BURGER KING down the road—

[gale-dekarios]

hc that gale is into the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking in public :)

oh how delicious.

gale would be absolutely mortified if you two ever were caught, but he just wouldnt be able to help it.

it could be anything. the sun could hit you just right, or the wind blows your perfume in his direction, or maybe youre just in his general vicinity, but it's a 50/50 (more like an 80/20) that his resolve can hold long enough to not drag you down an alleyway, or his fingers tracing down a little bit too low to be strictly polite, or, hell, burning a spell slot to cast darkness in a corner.

he'd be so nervous. his eyes would flit away at every sound and youd be able to see the bump in his throat bob when you pay special attention to his neck (which you absolutely should if you want to drive him mental). but gods he is so into it. so fucking into it. so into fucking you.

the idea that he can tank his reputation in waterdeep even more than he already has shouldnt make him this hard, but when you look the way you do, when you smell the way you do, when you act the way you do, he's hardly going to pass up the chance to have his fingers threaded through your hair, pressed up against the nearest convenient surface, as entangled with you as he can be, inside you as far as he can go, or as far as you can go inside him, who cares? he's a man that's only ever been left wanting, and now he'll be damned if he passes up on what he needs.

[championsandheroes]

Being told that my character hasn't been cleaning themselves properly in at least ten days was honestly the worst and most shocking part of the game. Gale and Lae'zel can go on about how they like your musk all they want, it doesn't matter. Ten days of wandering around and fighting? We camp next to a river? And yet???

If you are interested in your own vampire spawn to bring with you on adventures so that you can skip out on personal hygiene, contact the Szarr estate at Patreon or society6.

[forgeofthenine]

Nsfw headcanons about Dammons tail

As requested, the nsfw sequel to my other list of tail headcanons. This still isn't even all the ideas I have about this mans tail so I might end up doing a part three at some point. Entirely gender neutral terms are used, as usual.

TW: light bondage, is tail sucking something I need to warn about?

You can't tell me this man doesn't have such a dirty mind, anyone that's explored his bedroom in his baldurs gate forge knows exactly what I'm getting at. Dammon is majorly repressed and what's a better cure than his wonderful partner :)

He's all lean muscle from his work as a blacksmith and his tail is no different, all muscle and nerves. His tail and horns are definitely erogenous zones and you'd better use that to your advantage.

In saying all that, him binding you with his tail. That's it, that's the post.

Just imagine, his hand on the middle of your back pressing your chest into the bed, and his tail moving to wrap around your ankle and pull it so your legs open more for him. Dammon using it like a third hand to tug and bend and shift you exactly how he wants, displayed beautifully for him on your shared bed.

The way he could use it to hold your wrists together behind your back, leaving both his hands free to roam over your body instead. There's no need for rope or handcuffs with this man around, his tail does it all and is much better.

Do you remember what I said about it being an erogenous zone? Suck his tail. When you want to see him melt, or even just tease him a bit, lick the pointed tip of his tail before taking it between your lips. Look him in the eyes as you do it and he might just die right then and there.

Just don't blame him if you work him up until he's thrusting it down your throat. What did you expect after teasing him that much?

He loves seeing his partner taking his tail so well, being so good for him and making him feel so good, I can see him picking tail play over blowjobs depending on his mood on any given day.

Dammon would love tail grinding and teasing you with his tail. Him helping you straddle his tail, maybe he lays it over his thigh and helps hold you up, hands pulling on your hips as you press down against the warm muscle. The way it shifts against you, pressing up slightly as you roll your hips. Don't forget the sweet noises Dammon makes, low groans under his breath, cut off whimpers, a low purr that rumbles through his chest.

He teases you too, comming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle, crowding you against a counter or a bookshelf, maybe even his own anvil once he's cleaned up at the end of the day. You know exactly where his mind is as soon as you feel his tail tracing up your body, slipping around your thigh and pressing up and in between your legs. Foreplay some days is this man's hands on your chest, his tail pressed between your legs for you to grind on, his own hips pressing forward into your ass, and his hellishly hot breath ghosting over your throat as he pants.

[bg-brainrot]

My cat does this thing where he sits and waits for lunch (automatic feeder) for hours. At first my partner was worried, 'is that normal', 'is he stressed', 'should we feed him more'.

No, no, I assured. The cat was rescued out of a trash can and is just very afraid of food scarcity. We feed him three times a day and he's stayed in survival mode for years now. His hunger is as neverending as his fear of starvation is.

And, of course, I can't help but think that way about Astarion, who hasn't known when his next meal would be for two centuries.

How he must be initially quite cautious about his first few meals, secretive and afraid of anyone finding him, of Cazador's cold grip landing on him at any moment. They're sporadic, unfulfilling, never enough.

How when he first feeds from Tav he finds himself unable to stop-- how it must have been overwhelming, finally tasting the blood of a thinking creature, realizing that it tastes unlike anything else. It's delicious, it's new, it's the meal of a king after eating like a pauper.

How, after that night, Tav can offer their blood to him, but it's never a guarantee. They have no reason (or so he sees) to offer him anything. They could be gone in a moment's notice and he would be back at square one again: starving and afraid. The meals are nice, the moments together are nice, but he's cautious, wary, and ready to run.

How bandits and creatures are found aplenty along their journey, but the opportunity for a fresh hot meal is not. He bites them, leaps onto them to draw what he can, but it's such a shallow drink, is it truly enough? Again, he worries that tomorrow may not bring another taste. That this, too, is just another stopgap for a hunger that knows no limits.

And of course, there is hunting. How he finds the odd animal as they travel, but it's not the same. Nothing fills the void in the same way after he drinks the blood of thinking creatures. Like he mentions, it's a delectable vintage to the cheap swill of animals. He wonders if he could ever eat another rat again, he hopes he won't have to find out.

Each and every day, he waits up on edge. He thinks to himself, is this the day that I return to starvation?

No matter how well he's fed, blood is still, and will always be, at the forefront of his mind. And satiation eternally out of his grasp. No matter how much he feeds, no matter how often he feeds, no matter from who or what type of creature-- he will never be full.

He is that cat, standing at attention, waiting, wishing for a meal he doesn't truly need. Because gods know when his next one might be.

[tavina-writes]

IT IS TIME FOR TACOS.

The world is so beautiful and so wonderful and full of so much good food. how could I be sad or salty when there's things like TACO and CURRY to be had?

[poetryvampire]

Hark! The yearning is upon me.

Headcanons for your first time with Zevlor

Because I literally can't stop thinking about it.

Zevlor x Afab! non-tiefling reader

✨Nsfw✨ with angst

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

● You've been traveling with Zevlor and the tiefling camp for some time now and yet neither of you have been able to break the undeniable tension between you. More and more often you find yourself alone with the paladin, wishing he would make a move or give some sort of confirmation to his feelings.

● Zevlor is such a gentleman it's almost painful. He's going half mad with his yearning for you. If he was to act on his feelings he would need to court you properly. Prove that he was true with his intensions and you weren't some passing fling. But how to do that in such a stressful time and place? Zevlor's a hopeless romantic. He may have yet to act on his feelings but that doesn't mean he hasn't found himself penning poems of your beauty in his journal.

●You're both walking back to camp one afternoon. Your eyes catch and linger far too long. Unable to stand it a moment longer you give him a soft kiss. Before you can pull away, shocked at your own actions Zevlor deepens it, pulling you into his arms. Next thing you know you're being pushed gently against a tree, your hands moving all over each other.

●It's only the sound of your approaching companions that break you apart. You're closer to camp than you thought. Soon everyone will be gathering back for supper. There isn't time yet you're determined not to let this slip away. You tell Zevlor to come to your tent that night. Those flaming eyes study you carefully and he nods.

● When night falls you wait in a tiny slip of a dressing gown trying to keep calm. Perhaps it was a foolish mistake and he would change his mind. But the low cadence of his voice breaks the silence. Ever the gentlemen he's brought you a bouquet of wildflowers.

●The tiefling's almost speechless at the sight of you; He cant quite put words to what you inspire in him. Drawing him into a kiss you feel passion coursing through him in seconds. You're exploring each others mouths and bodies with an impatience clumsiness. Over come, you pull him down to the bedroll and rip away your night dress, instantly in love with being so exposed underneath him.

● Under his infernal gaze you can feel your wetness pooling. You're so ready to be ravished and by the look in those eyes as they rake over you he's sure to pounce any moment. Yet, he doesn't, he even pulls a bit away. By the Gods Zevlor is aching to touch you and take you and make you his. But seeing you like this, you're almost too beautiful. It's confirming that he doesn't deserve you.

●Zevlor's already cursing himself. Already he's fucking up, as always. There's hurt in your eyes, as if he could ever be unpleased with your form. He comes closer, lightly strokes your leg, plants a chaste kiss to your knee but keeps looking away.

● "Zevlor" you plead "Touch me, please. Look at what you do to me" You spread your legs open pulling a hungry moan from him. He's never been so enchanted or afraid. Slowly you kiss the palms of his hands and press them to your flesh. Soon they're moving on their own spreading reverent caresses over every inch of you.

●You're back in your own little heaven feeling Zevlor pressed flush against you. The full bulge in his pants making you desperate for him. His mouth is praising you now, kissing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Automatically you open your legs wider, hoping he continues.

●Oh he does; he can't help himself. Zevlor grips your thighs tight trying to keep you still as he worships you with his mouth. Overwhelmed by how delicious you are and how beautifully you moan his name, he can't help but rut into the bedroll as he pleasures you.

●Before long the heated flicks of his tongue push you over the edge, making your whole body tremble and writhe. Your cries go straight to his cock and before he can stop himself he cums hard in his pants.

● His embarrassment turns to horror as he pulls away from you to see the cuts his claws have left on your thighs. The fears that had driven him away from you for so long were becoming a reality. Somehow he had failed you as a lover by cumming so easily and he had hurt you from lack of care without even having been inside you.

● A cloud of anguish seizes his heart. Zevlor practically bows before you apologizing and affirming his coming here as a mistake he will not let happen against. You beg him stay, telling him you're fine and that he's done nothing wrong. But he's already out the door.

●The emotional whiplash of the night leaves you sobbing into your pillow until sleep takes you. Zevlor needs to let off some steam and goes on a long midnight run. He's furious with himself. The thought of having failed you is almost unbearable. Even worse Zevlor's mind won't stop drifting back to the taste of your lips and the warmth of your breasts. He feels like some kind of untamed brute. How could he ever face you again?

thank you, thank you for reading. This is another one on the list to turn into a proper fic. Haven't decided just how angsty I want to get with it. Any thoughts let me know 🧡

[bara-izu]

「 ✦ Halion Sunblaze ✦ He/Him ✦ Tiefling ✦ Neutral Good ✦ Paladin - Oath of Devotion ✦ Dawnbringer of Lathander✦ 」

Halion is a gentle giant with a heart of gold. A little naive to the world, he's learning to trust his own judgement to keep his friends and those in trouble, safe.

[scourgiez]

Cultural differences

[eliteseven]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Shadowheart/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Shar (Dungeons & Dragons), Arnell Hallowleaf, Emmeline Hallowleaf Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff Series: Part 10 of Of Night Orchids, Lace, & Steel Summary:

Intent on revenge, Shar takes aim at Shadowheart’s most dearly beloved: Tav.

Shadowheart races to save her betrothed before Shar can hurt her in a most cruel way: by stripping away Tav’s memories of her, one by one.