#mizora x reader

[sorcerous-caress]

How would they drink your blood

[ bg3, several characters, au where they are a vampire ]

Karlach

Apologetically. Wirsts.

She'd feel so guilty, mumbling an apology after another with each mouthful of blood. Never takes more than she needs, sometimes even less than she needs.

She fusses over you the morning after, giving you sweets and food. Keeping an eye on you and making sure she'll be your shoulder to lean on.

Shadowheart

Carefully. Neck.

It's very intimate with her since she realises the amount of trust you've given her to even allow this. It's something she will treasure and protect.

Gets more attached to you because of it, more protective. Healing spells, warding buffs after each feeding.

Wyll

Guiltily. Wrists.

With immense guilt, he is disgusted with himself each time he has to do it. It eats up at him each time her takes your hand in his own, sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of your wirst.

It pains him more than it pains you. He brushed too close to death too many times for you liking. You have to be the one to pry him from its cluthes and offer your blood each time.

Laezel

Efficiently. Neck.

It ends quickly. She doesn't waste any time for your comfort or hers. Forcing gulp after gulp even to rid you of her fangs as fast as possible. She hates being a parasite.

Has the courtesy to bandage your wound afterwards, orders you to eat something as she watches and only after allows you to go to sleep.

Minthara

Dominantly. Neck, thighs.

Like it was her birthright, like she owned the blood flowing through your veins alongside your body. But she takes great care of her belongings, so it never hurts more than it has to.

But make no mistake, it's still hers to take. No one else gets the right to your blood after she has tasted you. Obey, and you'll be taken care of, fed, loved, and protected.

Mizora

Selfishly. Neck, wirsts, thighs.

She toys with you, switching from place to place each minute as she wastes your blood. Fangs dripping red as she smiles at you.

Tells you to be a good pup and let her savour her meal, afterall you should feel honoured she chose you when a powerful devil like herself has so many other options.

Cazador

Sadisticly. Neck.

Makes it hurt on purpose. You can not move, you can not disobey, you can not think for yourself, he will do all of the thinking.

Scream for him, tell him how much it hurts. Better yet, how about a reenactment of the first time he took your blood? You know when he drank you to the edge of death.

[moonselune]

Mizora x Reader | Flirt.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The Elfson Tavern is buzzing with life tonight, and you find yourself at the center of it all, a drink in hand, surrounded by a crowd of new friends and curious faces. The evening had unfolded with easy laughter and a touch of reckless abandon; it was one of those nights where your worries felt like faraway troubles, and the warmth of the tavern seemed to melt away any need for caution or restraint.

And yet, it seems Mizora has other plans.

She had, you thought, been nothing more than a passing pleasure—someone you’d enjoyed in the way you’d enjoy a rare wine, something heady and intense but ultimately fleeting. She’d seemed satisfied enough by that arrangement too, always aloof, quick with a coy smile or a snide remark before vanishing into thin air. But tonight, there’s an energy about her that surprises you.

She’s watching from the shadows at first, lingering by the door with a glare sharper than any blade, and when she finally approaches, it’s with a determined stride and eyes fixed only on you. Her heels click sharply on the wooden floor, the sound slicing through the laughter and chatter. You assume she's put on her human guise for everyone else to see, her devilish form reserved only for you.

“Having fun, are we?” Her voice is a low, sardonic murmur as she stands before you, gaze icy and arms crossed.

"Always," you reply, flashing her a casual smile as you lean back in your seat, undeterred by her obvious irritation. “Didn’t realize you were keeping tabs.”

Her eyes narrow, and there’s a glint of something—resentment, maybe jealousy?—beneath her icy exterior. She scoffs, though it doesn’t quite mask the tension in her posture.

“There is a city to save, or did you forget?” she says, voice laced with disdain.

You shrug, smirking slightly. “Right now, there’s only one thing I’m interested in saving.” You raise your glass with a faint toast, letting your eyes sweep the now-quiet tavern. "Unless, you are jealous, Mizora?”

She clenches her jaw, her grip tightening around her arms. And then, with a snap of her fingers, the tavern shifts. Every patron, every distant laugh, every clinking glass, vanishes in an instant, leaving only the two of you surrounded by silence and the ghostly remnants of revelry.

“Much better,” she remarks, though her voice trembles slightly with suppressed anger. “Now, go back upstairs and rest, quick-quick. We can’t have our hero too worn out, can we? Wyll's only a pup, after all, we cannot solely rely on him and my benevolent generosity.”

But you merely raise an eyebrow, leaning in with a sly smile. You can see her wings twitching to wrap around you.

“Who’s giving the orders here, Mizora?” you say, voice soft, challenging. “I thought you came for a good time, not to ruin one.”

She stiffens, clearly unaccustomed to being defied. Her eyes flash, that burning ember of control she clings to so tightly flickering, just for a moment, as she tries to gather herself. But you’ve already closed the distance between you, your voice a low, provocative murmur as you run a finger across her sharp jawline, to then brush your hand against her cheek.

Then, with a surge of boldness, you pull her into a deep kiss. It’s a searing, fervent touch, catching her completely off-guard. For a heartbeat, she goes utterly still, hands clinging to your shoulders as if she’s torn between pulling away and giving in. But when you pull back, her face is flushed, her eyes wide and her confidence faltering.

“M-Mind yourself,” she stammers, attempting to recover. “I didn’t come here for this.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head, a soft chuckle escaping as you gaze at her, meeting her flushed cheeks with a faint smile. “Then why did you come, Mizora?”

A flicker of doubt crosses her face, and she averts her gaze, struggling to maintain her usual composure. There’s something vulnerable, almost unguarded, in the way she grips your arms, her claws sinking into your sleeves as if grounding herself.

“You’re so easy, mortal” she mutters, though her voice betrays her. “Just because I humor you once or twice, you think—”

“Don’t lie to yourself, Mizora.” You reach up, tucking a stray lock of her crimson hair behind her ear. “You’re here because you want this.”

Mizora’s eyes glint with a dangerous flicker, her attempt to remain aloof slipping as you brush your fingers along her jaw, pulling her back into your hold. Her composure begins to fracture, and as your lips meet hers again, she melts, her control unraveling beneath the kiss. Her sharp nails press into your arms, her attempts at resistance weakening as she gives way to the passion simmering between you.

As your mouth trails from her lips to her throat, you can feel her breath catch, her frame tense against you before she lets out a quiet, unbidden moan. And just when you feel her giving in entirely, you pull away, stepping back with a smirk as you take in her disheveled appearance: flushed cheeks, parted lips, a look of intense frustration and want in her gaze. Her composed, icy exterior is now thoroughly cracked, her frustration evident in the way she clenches her hands into fists, biting back a snarl.

"Why did you stop?" she snaps, her voice edged with annoyance as she glares at you, her lips still tinged with that reluctant, almost guilty pleasure. “Getting cold feet, mortal?”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you give her an unimpressed once-over.

“If you want more, come here,” you reply calmly, challenging her with an unwavering stare, arms folded as you lean against the bar. Mizora’s jaw tightens at your demand, her wings flaring slightly as she wrestles with the audacity of being ordered around. Her pride wars with her desire, and the anger in her gaze falters, replaced by something darker, almost needy.

For a moment, she seems on the verge of refusing, her lips pressed into a defiant line. But that inner struggle lasts only a moment before she lets out a begrudging, irate huff, taking a step toward you, heels clicking as she closes the distance with a sharp glare.

“You’re insufferable,” she mutters, but there’s no venom in her tone, only the reluctant vulnerability she’s trying so hard to hide.

“Good,” you murmur, pulling her close with a firm grip, letting your fingers slide along the curve of her waist. You press her back against the bar, savoring the way her breath hitches, her usual elegance now a flickering ember in the intensity of the moment. The confidence she usually holds so firmly has slipped, replaced by a begrudging surrender, her sharp nails finding purchase against your back as she lets out a low, breathless sigh.

Your hands explore her with the same deliberate pace, fingertips trailing over the delicate points of her wings, tracing the sharp curve of her horns as she arches into your touch. Her protests melt into the air as your lips find her throat again, tasting the warmth of her skin, drawing out the kind of sigh that she’d likely deny to anyone else. She shifts under you, caught between irritation and desire, muttering insults in a breathy, strained voice as her control continues to slip, each word softened by the needy edge to her tone.

“You think you’re so clever,” she gasps, her voice a defiant whisper, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, her wings twitching in a last attempt at resistance. "An audacious, insolent—”

But her words dissolve into a moan as your hands move lower, each touch calculated to keep her at the edge, to tease her into letting go of the last shred of her dignity. Her usual snide remarks falter, her scathing tone softening as you press her against the bar, bringing her to the edge of her restraint, making her feel every moment of her own desire. And when you finally close the distance between you, Mizora is forced to admit to herself that, for all her pride, she wants this more than she’d ever admit aloud.

For all her power, her deadly confidence, Mizora shudders beneath you, gasping as you press her into the bar, showing her exactly who’s in control. The air between you is charged, and she has no choice but to submit, even if only for a moment. With each touch, each kiss, you leave her less composed, less certain, and when she finally gasps your name, it’s almost a plea, her voice heavy with need.

You smile against her lips, your own satisfaction mingling with the thrill of seeing her pride reduced to this—reduced to the very pleasure she’s been so determined to deny. And as you pull back to meet her eyes, the flicker of surrender in her gaze is unmistakable. For tonight, at least, she is no longer the proud haughty cambion, but a quivering mess beneath you. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She's here ladies, gaydies and theydies; just a little snippet to keep y'all fed. And I had a Mizora brainworm that was just taking over my life. Hope you guys enjoyed it and I may do more of these spontaneously but I will not be taking any Mizora requests until the inbox is open - Seluney xox

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[madschiavelique]

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟑 : 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : 

─ . here you might fight content such as :

𝜗𝜚‧ bg3 characters x reader 𝜗𝜚‧ bg3 characters x reader smut 𝜗𝜚‧ bg3 headcanons 𝜗𝜚‧ bg3 headcanons x reader

here you can find my request rules for bg3 in general and some questions that were asked about it

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 

─ . dating the men of bg3 (astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, wyll) + dating gortash as a fem!reader and dating gortash as an nb/masc!reader

─ . reader that has epileptic seizures and how their partner handle it (astarion, gale, wyll)

─ . jealousy headcanons (rolan, raphael, haarlep, karlach)

─ . halsin, gale, astarion, gortash, raphael on their wedding night

─ . the original companions with a lich s/o

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 

─ . spawn!astarion x reader cuddles

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞 : 

─ . (nsfw) intelligent fucker

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡 : 

─ . karlach comforting reader about not getting to the absolute and being distracted on the way

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧 : 

─ . young!halsin and shadowdruid!reader thoughts

─ . halsin and shadowdruid!reader thoughts pt.2

─ . halsin x tiefling reader leading the tieflings at the grove

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 : 

─ . astarion x fem!reader x shadowheart post act 3

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐫𝐞𝐦 : 

─ . what an orgy with the companions would look like (pt.1)

─ . what an orgy with the companions would look like (pt.2)

─ . thoughts on an isekaid reader

─ . F8 (reader who is conscious of the mechanics of the game)

[tiannasfanfic]

Welp, after last night, my Tav is an official, bonafide, card carrying Monster Fucker. So far, they have not had sex with anyone else BUT monsters. So far, we’re at Astarion, The Emperor and Mizora.

Oddly enough though, Astarion doesn’t care if you fuck monsters while you’re in a relationship with him. There’s no new dialogue options with him after either one, all he does is tease you about it when he walks in at the end of you and Mizora.

On the other hand, Wyll Disaproves of your tryst with Mizora and has to talk to you about it immediately, even when you’re NOT in a relationship with him. He tells you he hopes you’re more careful in the future, all with the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” tone.

Sorry, Wyll. 😅

So, with that, the game makes it pretty clear in both cases that Astarion knows about you and The Emperor and Mizora. I’m just not sure why he doesn’t care with those two since he does care when it comes to you hooking up with other companions.

…then again, this is a Mindflayer and a Demon we’re talking about. He probably whisks you away to somewhere private as soon as he sees you limping away from Mizora.

“Okay, darling, I need DETAILS,” Astarion says as he pours you both some tea. “You simply MUST tell me EVERYTHING! Starting with the tentacles!”

[whenthesummersgone]

[songofsoma]

deal with a devil

kinktober day 13: mommy kink

pairing: mizora x reader words: 325 rating: explicit

read it on ao3

“Use your words pet,” Mizora purred down at you, a hand brushing through your hair.

You looked up at her from where you knelt on the ground, mouth slightly agape. The devil stood naked before you. A wicked smile curled her dark lips. She knew she had you wrapped around her finger, she always had since she first laid eyes on you.

It had been an easy choice when she offered the contract. Sign it and become hers. All of you would become hers. 

Her hand moved to caress your cheek with her knuckles. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut at the touch. It was so tender. Such a dichotomy of the woman before you who reeked of the Hells. All of it was intoxicating. Mizora was like a drug to you. 

That tenderness quickly dissipated when she gripped your chin and wrenched her head back, making you gasp and snap your eyes open. Her face twisted into a snarl. 

“I gave you an order,” she snapped. “To use your words.”

“Please,” you gasped, feeling her blunt nails dig into the flesh of your jaw. 

She raised a fiery brow. “Please, what?”

You swallowed hard. “Please, mommy.”

The foulness of her expression softened into a pleased smile. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her thumb stroked your bottom lip. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from parting your lips and drawing her thumb into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around it before you began to suck. All the while, Mizora watched in fascination. 

“Such a good girl,” she praised, her voice slightly hoarse. 

Your eyes didn’t leave hers as you slowly bobbed your head before releasing her thumb with a wet pop. It was clear the action was affecting her more than she let on if the wetness dripping down her thighs was any evidence.

“Thank you, mommy.”

Mizora groaned, fingers twisting in your hair. “Truly the best decision I have ever made.”

[iamtheholyghost]

I wish there was more Mizora x reader

[dontsh0vethesun]

baldur's gate iii masterlist

shadowheart

jaheira

[sorcerous-caress]

I want to see Mizora cuck Wyll. I mean canonically in the game she can ;) - Shadowheart anon

Mizora cucking Wyll 

[ Smut, Cucking, Cheating, nb!reader ]

At first, she merely observed both of you.

The shy glances, the sweet words, the romantic dances, and proper courting.

She found it endearing, really. As endearing as seeing two baby deers attempt to stand for the first time.

Endearingly disgusting.

Did her pup really jump straight into acting as if the two of you were married after a single dance together? She knew he was desperate, but she didn't realise it was this severe.

You see, she felt bad for you. All of this effort, teasing, and yet you received nothing more than a few quick kisses.

Poor you all frustrated sexually while Wyll remained unaware and oblivious to your basic needs.

She just can't have that, can she? What kind of owner would she be if she didn't pick up after her pup's mistakes.

And Wyll never satisfying you was something she was dead set on correcting.

Maybe she could've whispered a thing or two to him, even guided his hand. But she knows the stubborn boy all too well, he'd think it's another one of her tricks and do the exact opposite.

And on any other normal day it might have been a trick, he was just so very fun to toy with.

But this time she has her eyes set on a much more fun activity that involves you. 

She kept thinking about it for a while, just how would your moans sound like? Would you yell her name between loud obscene moans? Or would you make quiet mewls while biting your lips?

Curiosity was killing her, and Wyll wasn't delivering at all. 

So one night, while her pup was away, probably busy saving kittens from trees or something, she made her way to your tent.

By the hells, you looked even more delicious up close.

How does Wyll not keep you chained to his bed and have his way with you all the time? It would be the first thing she'd do if she was in his place.

But enough about that useless pet.

Mizora made her offer clear to you, using all of her devilish charms and enticing curves to her advantage. Slowly explaining all the things she wanted to do to you, all the fun she planned for the both of you.

If you'd just say yes. A simple verbal contract, and she isn't even asking for your soul or anything in return.

No one has to know, well unless you want them to know. It really doesn't make a difference to her at all. 

All she wants is you in a pretty little collar while she holds the end of the leash. She'd spoil you and take you to the depths of pleasure embodied within each level of the nine hells.

And she has seen the way you look at her. How your eyes linger on the front of her open dress, how you stare at her horns in such awe.

She might even let you touch them, if you beg enough. 

Sit on her lap and show her just how low you're willing to drag your dignity through the mud, how much you're willing to humiliate yourself for her.

Let the big bad mean devil women corrupt you, you poor poor thing. You just couldn't say no to the devil, could you? Of course not. 

So just claim that she manipulated you while grinding against her fingers between your thighs. Claim she tricked you while you lick and suck on her chest, taking it so beautifully into your mouth.

And your contract with her will stay sealed away from all prying eyes. No one else in this plane of existence will know about your agreement to let her have her way with you whenever and wherever she wanted.

No one but the two of you.

Well, at least until the inevitable day where she orders Wyll to come to her for a very urgent matter concerning his contract. It just happened to coincide with the day she had your head buried between her thighs with your hands tied behind your back.

[uselessbard1031]

POV: You find ten chapters of a Mizora fanfic you forgot that you were writing and decide eh let's post it.

[madschiavelique]

How many characters can we request for headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader? Are there any dark topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? What poly ships x reader would you accept other than Astarion x Reader x Halsin? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

hey there lovely anon !! thank you so much for all of these very good questions ✨ i tried to answer them as clearly as possible ❤️

─ .✦ How many characters can we request for headcanons?

I think that for a single post you can request up to 8 characters !

─ .✦ Would you do the same prompt with different characters?

yes ! and (linked to the previous question) if you wanted to request headcanons for more characters than 8 on the same prompt, you can simply ask for the same headcanon again with this time the additional characters you had in mind (i will simply name the headcanon as a part two)

─ .✦ Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader?

you can request for all three yep ! you can also request me for trans!masc or trans!fem but i will probably take more time writing them because i want to make sure i wrote proper representation

─ .✦ Are there any dark topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc?

most of the dark topics i won’t write like rape are (like i mentioned in my post) listed in the request rules linked here ‼️ this rule list will be slightly changed considering i could now write rape/mentions of rape/non-con, con-non-con, yandere (i think this one is already on the list) and others i have to thoroughly go through !

─ .✦ What poly ships x reader would you accept other than Astarion x Reader x Halsin?

pretty much any as long as they are part of the list of characters that i can write for in general aka : astarion, shadowheart, gale, karlach, halsin, minthara, jaheira, minsc, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, orin (for orin i can make an exception and add gortash if anyone wants to ask a poly like gortash x reader x orin !)

─ .✦ Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily?

i don’t mind at all and i encourage it ! like i mentioned in my request rules i can definitely write for AUs (especially if the characters live happily ✨)

─ .✦ Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex?

i can write suggestive, implied sex, or mentions of sex yes ! as well as (like i said in my request rules) i do write smut yep !! if you request for it do remember to specify the gender of the reader or if you want to keep it gender neutral

─ .✦ Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer?

you can leave it ambiguous if you desire ! you can also completely specify race + sub races as well as class + subclass if you want and give me all the details in your beautiful mind, but you don’t need to feel obligated in it unless the class or the race plays a role in the request (in which case please do specify it❣️)

─ .✦ What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut?

for kinks, i accept generally the ones from the bdsm test except for pet, exhibitionist, slave, owner, and the ones listed in the request rules. the ones i tend to be more at ease to write include : praise, primal (hunter/prey) and a bunch of others i can’t think of at the moment 😭. you can DEFINITELY ask me for smut because my whore of a brain will completely serve it to you

─ .✦ Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

absolutely ! but do remember that i have a life outside of tumblr and like i said in my rules i can write pretty quickly but if i don’t post your request in around a week of time it means that i’m busy.

that’s it !! thank you again anon for these questions and don’t hesitate to ask more if you have any in mind ✨

i will probably link this post to the one i made about reopening requests because they are very good questions that i’m sure a bunch of readers will want to know !

[cambion-companion]

BG3 Companions on a Halloween Date

YES I was itching to do something for the BG3 gang for the season. You could say it's been bugging me. Hah. Ok sorry it's the influence of my pfp.

Let's start with

You want a cozy night in under the covers, watching scary movies (or puppet shows or whatever the heck is the equivalent in Faerun) but he's not sold on the idea. "I've seen enough horror to last me several lifetimes, darling."

Instead Astarion would take you out in the crisp Autumn air, under the distant sun, for a walk crunching through the dried leaves of brown and red.

He'd want to go to the pumpkin patch to find the perfect gourd for a Jack-o-Lantern.

When the sun set so very early in the afternoon, you'd retire back to your cozy abode and set to carving faces into your pumpkins.

Astarion of course would make short work of his, dexterous as ever with those knives, and he would do his best to shape the face into what he hopes he looks like.

Either that or, depending on where you're at in his character arc, he'd remake Cazador BEFORE gutting it and making a whole show of utterly eviscerating the poor Halloween decoration. "Astarion, this is supposed to be relaxing." "This IS my ideal downtime."

You want someone who will snuggle under the covers and watch Hocus Pocus with you? Wyll is your man. But sorry I'm trying to keep to a less modern AU.

Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would put on some fitting music as you two cooked together, dancing in the kitchen intermittently and almost forgetting to check on the cookies before they burned.

He's such a sweetheart, checking to make sure you're happy with just spending an evening indoors with him. "We can go out on the town if you desire, sweetheart." "No, Wyll, I've told you this is absolutely perfect."

Depending on the choices you've made with him thus far, Mizora might pop in to dip her finger in the batter and bamf out again, giving ya'll a cheeky wink. "Ta ta, love imps. You make me physically ill."

Sigh, you're back for more bones hm?

Alright I'll entertain you.

You ask Withers to dance to Spooky Scary Skeletons. He looks at you, unimpressed. "Get thee hence." "Wilt thou harass someone else?"

Ideally I would propose and she'd say "yes". Oh what? Sorry, I was miles away.

For a Halloween date. Hm. A corn maze. Definitely.

She'd be all about her tutelage under Shar's freaks followers and want to show off her sneaking skills.

It would turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek and then it'd get a little creepy before she'd inevitably pounce on you and you'd end of in a fit of laughter together.

"I wasn't going to hurt you!" "Well, Shaddy, sometimes I wonder." "Good to keep you on your toes, then." "Careful, I saw a pond on the way in."

Then you two would go and get some candied apples and chat about memories and flowers that bloom in the gloaming.

Oh Gale.

He'd love to read to you out of a classic gothic novel (cough cough Dracula cough cough) while you two cozy up under some blankets.

He'd probably get fresh with you and run a hand up your leg or something, OH SORRY this is post the patch that fixed that? OK. He'd wait an extra hour.

Tara would curl up next to you and listen as he read from the book, the firelight crackling and warming your bodies as the night grows dark outside.

Afterward he would ask if you'd like to be guided into the Astral plane where you can look down on the All Hallow's Eve festivities below.

yeah, gotta give Tiefling daddy some love. Especially since I still feel bad for massacring them all my last playthru.

Zevlor is another who has seen his fair share of horror, and he would opt to do something more lighthearted with you for a Halloween date.

He seems like a family kind of man, so I expect he would invite the whole gang over for a delicious dinner. Mol and her friends, Arabella and her parents. Rolan and Zorru and maybe even Auntie Ethel will sneak in there. Then it really WOULD be a Halloween experience.

After the dinner and the guests are snoozing or already left he'd wrap an arm around you and pull you close. "Would you accompany me outside? I would like to show you the stars and tell their tales. It's been so long since I've gotten to properly admire them. Or you."

Of course I have to include the daddy devil, who do you think I am?

Raphael would take you to a haunted house, of course. OF COURSE.

Hell, what better house that is haunted than the House of Hope?

It would be horrifying for you, since the no touching rules don't apply there, and most amusing for him.

You'd practically climb the cambion in your efforts to avoid the ghosties, especially that one who constantly says "huuuurt meeee, pleeeaaase."

Raphael would enjoy watching you squirm, and remind you such a fate would not be yours only IF you followed his rules.

Oh yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, or perhaps very unlucky, he'll invite you to his Boudoir.

Oak Father frowns on dissecting pumpkins for the sake of creating superfluous lanterns (or something...I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend, ok)

Instead, Halsin would druid craft you vines and harvest fruits in whatever shapes, sizes, and colors you desired.

He'd also want to go trick or treating so BADLY. "But Halsin, you're eight feet tall and built like a linebacker. No one is going to mistake you for a kid." Then he'd cast Disguise Self and you'd be forced to take him out on the town in hunt of candy.

Poor guy didn't have much of a childhood and wants to experience the finer things in life. Get those king sized candy bars...just once.

You are a bit huffy, having expected a more...romantic evening than this. But he'll make it up to you later winkwonk , till you can bearly stand it.

Aw

You guys would get all CUTE and gussied up together.

Go out on the town.

Pick the best looking victim to be a sacrifice to Lolth.

Wait...what?

[justporo]

Astarion making use of his skills to help Wyll

Shamelessly using this for an original post because I like the idea too much! Spoilers ahead, be warned!

So, as this post imagined (and thanks for @daedriclys for tagging me):

What if Astarion just went "ahem, I'd actually like to take a look at this legal document, thank you very much!" and went to help Wyll with his contract by Mizora.

I'd love to see how Astarion would take the opportunity to do something good for someone else because personal growth and redemption. Also this fucking devil can eat shit, Astarion's tired of people being forced into slavery.

So he fiercly interrupts and demands that Wyll will have at least a day to review the contract and when Mizora agrees through gritted teeth, the party gets to work: Astarion admits that he might be a little rusty and that he was shit at his job back then, but he's dead set on making this one thing right. (Also we know he knows history, so I feel it's not hard to imagine him being a bit scholarly and enjoying to learn things and figure stuff out - also he is smart!)

So he drags the whole party to where he knows is a Law library in Baldur's Gate and tries to find out everything on these kinds of contracts. He goes over the contract again and again trying to find ways out for Wyll while everyone else has turned into his research assistants (Gale is obviously his lead researcher because that man knows his way around a library). ("No, Karlach, it's 'pacta sunt servanda', spelled p-a-c-t-ugh, you know what, please let someone help you with looking for it!")

They spend the whole 24 hours to work out the best possible solution and when Mizora comes back her jaw is on the floor because not only did her plan not work, Astarion got Wyll some compensation and a severance-package worked out and might even sue. Also Astarion reads out every single term and condition and exactly decodes why it is shitty and wrong and why the wording could have used some work, all in his sassy little tone - while Mizora is fuming, but she has to listen to it, because formalities will have it that way.

And Astarion might play it down afterwards for just liking the challenge but he's actually so happy he could actually use his specific knowledge to help someone - and kinda remedy some of his past wrongdoings.

[absolutehomosexuals]

Tag yourself / your ex as de-idealized bg3 men: lore accurate edition

(implied female reader)

Gale of Waterdeep

☆ "My ex was crazy!!"

Accidentally calls you her name on multiple occasions.

☆ Runs on mansplaining and patronizing quips alone

☆ The medieval equivalent of a Quentin Tarantino fan

☆ "Oh yeah? Name five tavern songs."

☆ Due to some odd twist of nature, being on good terms with his mother didn't stop him from developing mommy issues

☆ His favourite book sold three copies total across the Material Plane

☆ Broke up with you over carrier pidgeon

(10k words and counting)

The Cambion Raphael

♤ Swears on his honour he's not gay

Doesn't have a honour

♤ Jokes about clone-fucking way too often for your friends', your family's and anyone's liking

♤ Has a scary amount of child trafficking allegations

♤ Professional pillow princess

♤ A deadly cocktail of erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation

♤ "Let them eat bread"

♤ All of his jewlery is a product of child labour

The Strap of Frontiers

◇ Vowed to save his virginity for marriage

◇ Idealizes you to an unrealistically toxic degree

◇ Introduces you to his family after the second date

◇ He's not rich, he's "comfortable"

Proceeds to be the son of an archduke

◇ Sports the biggest martyr complex his therapist has ever witnessed

◇ His sugar mommy is part of the package

◇ Gambled with the literal devil (and lost)

Lord Enver Gortash

♧ Thinks of perfume as a substitute for deodorant

♧ Bathes once per fortnight

♧ The coat stays on during sex

While he'll gaslight you with a hundred different justifications, it merely buys him a few seconds before the inevitable

♧ Has never told truth once. Mfer even gave you a fake last name.

♧ His sidepiece has homicidal tendencies, so you'll basically live in terror

♧ Hunts orphans for sport

♧ Occasionally throws in a dehumanizing, downright terrifyingly classist phrase or two. Just to keep the conversation flowing.

[eff-plays]

I think Wyll is prettier than Astarion. There I said it. Astarion is more interesting certainly but mainly because Wyll is easier to look at. I just kick my legs and giggle whenever he's on screen. Mesmerized by him. Cannot tear my eyes away type shit.

[iamtheholyghost]

Can someone write a filthy fic involving Mizora and F!Vampire!tav/reader please? like I need it so bad.

Her sarcastic dry comments about how reader being a vampire is nothing compared to her being a cambion but really, she's super into it and wants you both to indulge 👀👀