#oc tav X Dammon

[csphire]

Sadly, the kiss animation didn't work out fully. I tried to capture it as much as possible before their faces mashed together too much.

Fav parts of this whole scene were the ear nibble and the back of his hand caressing hers. The latter is another animation error due to Lae'zel's frame being a little different than Dammon's. But I would like to think he did that on purpose as he's a little self-conscious about his calluses from work.

Disclaimer: screenshots made possible by this mod. No disrespect towards the other companions intended. We use this mod because it's the only option we have right now.

[leopardmuffinxo]

a thousand kisses buys my heart from me; and pay them at thy leisure, one by one. ♡

[aristenfromwarsaw]

🤎 Tanis x Dammon 🧡

Request from Baldur's Gate 3 / DOS2 FB group.

[megs-98]

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Dammon

It's Always Been You

Summary: Tav left Baldur's Gate after the final battle but years later something... or someone, drew her back and she had to find out why

Pairing: Dammon x f!reader (Tav)

Tags: Fluff, light make out scene at the end, mostly just Dammon being the sweetest boy

word count: 3.4k

Gale

No Extra Excitement

Summary: Tav comes back with the party after a long day exhausted but thankfully everyone's favorite wizard stayed behind to prepare a couple of surprises for her and they both have a lot of thoughts about each other

Pairings: gale x f!reader (Tav)

Tags: Explicit, fingering, vaginal sex, fluff, mutual pining

wordcount: 2k

Like You Mean It

Pairing: Gale x f!reader (Tav)

Summary: After a long, dreary day spent in Gale's tower, barely seeing him at all, you decide that you're going to get the attention that you crave. Even if it means Gale has to tame his brat with the help of a mage hand.

Tags: Explicit!, bit of a dom!Gale, use of mage hand, clothed nipple play, some voyeurism, male masturbation, riding, lots of praise, mutual orgasm (Please let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: 3.8k

A Gentle Touch Under A Canopy of Wonder and Beauty

Pairing: Gale x f!reader (Tav)

Summary: (This turned into a different take on Gale's love confession) Tav and Gale share a night together, saying, and doing things, that they need to get off their chest before they reach Moonrise Towers.

Tags: Explicit!, little bit of angst? (if you squint), expressing feelings, Mystra hate, female receiving oral, vaginal sex, sweet Gale, soft fucking, mutual orgasm, some religious themes during the smut (it's my favorite) idk I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this pixelated man.

Word count: 4.6k

Petals and Poems

Pairings: Gale x f!reader

Summary: Gale is off to work after making you breakfast, so you decided to go shopping and leave some gifts for him to find once he arrives home. Also Tara is peak mom in this.

Tags: None, just two idiots in love :')

Word count: 1.9k

Mesmeric Revelation Chapter 1

This will be a multiple chapters - it's a modern au (still set within Faerun but no magic or anything), slow burn, enemies to lovers fic between Gale and my tav Mara

Pairings: Gale x f!namedTav (Mara) & Astarion xf!named Tav (Fox)

Other characters: Hoping to get all the companions in even if it's a small scene, Gortash, Orin, mentions of Thorm

Summary: It's the start of a new school year at Chiontar High and there's been talk amongst the teachers about how the esteemed Professor Dekarios from Blackstaff Academy has joined the school's faculty. After a chance encounter between Gale and Mara, leaving her less than impressed with the professor, will the two be able to start a friendship and maybe something more?

Tags: Gale is a dickhead, eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, Astarion being incredibly sassy, just a good ol time

Halsin

There's A First for Everything

Pairing: Halsin x f!OC (Elyra)

Summary: (Taking place post game and featuring bloodlessbhaalbabe 's OC Elyra) After celebrating Love Day in Thaniel's Realm with the refugees and his love, Elyra, Halsin sets up a romantic evening for the two. He has something important to tell her before the fun starts.

Tags: Explicit!, mutual pining, fluff, love confession, f! receiving oral, inappropriate actually quite appropriate use of entanglement spell, vaginal sex, lots of praise. I think that's it

Word count: 2.7k

I'm Aching for You

"My mind has been haunted by your visage. Everywhere I looked, there you were; smiling that sweet smile, putting others before yourself, fiercely protecting your friends. During the nights that I could not get you out of my mind, I would turn into a bear and run halfway through the forest, yet your smell still lingered in my nose. Everything about you has beckoned me to you yet I could not."

back with another halsin x oc fic! this one for @stinadrawsthings 's beautiful tav, gia! hope yall like it! :) also trying a slightly different way of formatting these posts

Pairings: Halsin x oc!f tav (Gia)

Summary: As the shadow curse has finally been lifted, and your party ready to start towards Baldur's Gate, Halsin has asked you to meet him at his room in The Last Light Inn for a much needed conversation.

Tags: Mutual pining, making out, lots of praise, m & f receiving oral, fingering, light fem dom, vaginal sex. Really these two just finally fully confessing their feelings and fuckin like the oak father intended

Word count: 5.4k words

An Understanding

"You have a good heart, little one. One that I admire very much. It takes a special person to do everything that you have done, please don’t forget that.”

A/N: LOL i was big in my emotions the other day and i guess i just needed to hear a pep talk from halsin so i wrote a drabble. i think i'm gonna keep doing one shots of halsin and my tav mara and seeing how their relationship evolves

Characters: Halsin, f!named Tav (Mara)

Tags: Thoughts and talk of low self confidence, depiction of smoking, the slightest mention of death, halsin being a reassuring sweetheart

Word count: 1.6k

[velocitross]

Okay I think it’s finally time for my

Multi-Fandom Fic Masterlist!

Here you will find all my fics from Baldur’s Gate 3, Star Wars (TCW + TBB), and Dragon Age (2 + Inquisition) ✨ Mostly one shots with multi-chapter fics noted. All multi chapter fics are written to completion and posted weekly.

Plenty of smut here (🔞) but also T romance and gen fics! I love to dig in and explore character, world build, etc.

I am generally open to requests but do prefer writing within ships or characters already represented here! But, feel free to ask 😌

Continue below!

Baldur’s Gate 3

Vigil (durge OC) x Dammon

Imperceptible Progression of the Stars - Vigil finds Dammon outside the tiefling party. (T)

Last Light - Vigil opens up to Dammon about their violent urges. (T)

A Sunrise Worth Seeing - Dammon and Vigil grow closer following Vigil’s triumph at Moonrise Towers. (T)

Oaths Broken & Bonds Reforged - Dammon and Vigil meet each other again in Baldur’s Gate. (G)

In the Clarity of Dawn - Vigil is redeemed. (T)

Epilogue - in a quiet moment at the epilogue party, Vigil expresses how much Dammon means to them. (T)

Always Forever - Dammon knows just how to finally reveal his feelings for Vigil. (E)

Made Yours - Vigil and Dammon celebrate the Elturian holiday of love (E)

Respite - Vigil gives Dammon a full body massage. (E)

From the Dark - With Dammon’s help, Vigil grapples with some long forgotten consequences of the urge. (M)

Rolan x Dammon

Working Steel - Rolan, frustrated by his work, seeks out Dammon for some… stress relief (E)

Up in the Tower - Dammon tries to get Rolan to take care of himself, with limited success. (M)

Within the Storm - Rolan is a mess after losing Cal and Lia to the cultists. Dammon helps. (T)

Nighthawks - Modern AU! Long distance relationship woes. Webcam sex. Cyberpunk 2077 (E)

Infernal Arcana - multi chapter and complete (35k). An interesting project steeped in the infernal brings Dammon and Rolan very close. (E)

Candlelight and Wine - Rolan is grumpy, Dammon cheers him up with a dance. (T)

Dammon x gn!Tav

A Little Light Reading - Dammon thinks about Tav whilst enjoying some spicy reading material (E)

Needful Evenings - Dammon gets caught in the act while once again thinking of Tav. (E)

For Services Rendered - Dammon gets tied up and teased. (E)

Halsin x gn!Tav

Seed of Oak - It’s breeding season, you get the idea (E)

Isobel x Dame Aylin

Alive Again - Isobel struggles to cope with her resurrection. (T)

Gen fics

Sun Will Set - Halsin helps a dying snake along his journey. (G)

The Ring of a Hammer in the Hells - Dammon is haunted and inspired by his tutelage beneath Carixim. (T)

To Endure - Rolan finds his resolve to endure his abuse at Lorroakan’s hands. (T)

The Exiled - Dammon comforts Silfy over their exile and situation in the grove. (G)

Cat Nap - A cat helps soothe Dammon’s worries over his future in the city. (G)

Star Wars

Captain Rex x gn!reader

Rainy Day Refuge - A perfect rainy morning for cuddling back up with Rex. (T)

Golden Dreams - You dream of a quieter life with Rex. (T)

Midnight Souls - Rex doesn’t know how to dance, so you resolve to teach him. (T)

Heart of the Universe - After a long day, Rex is there for you. (T)

Summer’s King - On vacation with Rex, you (flower) crown him king. (T)

Killing Heat - You, traitor to a guild of listeners and spies, are sent on a covert mission for the republic with Rex. Intrigue, action, slow burn romance. Multi chapter and complete (105k) (E)

Briefings and Reunions - after the events of Killing Heat, you have a secret tryst with Rex. (E)

Rex on the Beach - beach trip with Rex goes exactly the way you imagine. (E)

Yadrinovo’s Rings - Following Rex’s loss and assumed death in battle, Kix finds him on a remote frontier planet. It’s your job to bring him back, but… do you really want to? Angst, domesticity. Multi chapter and complete (45k) (E)

Captain Rex x Riyo Chuchi

Rendezvous - Rex and Riyo find some comfort in one another in an unexpected way. (E)

The Way to Be Together - Rex and Riyo discuss what’s between them and resolve how to go forward. (E)

Gen fics/misc

Concessions - death troopers Pik and Waffle spar, and then, you know, spar. (M)

With Honor - Multi chapter and complete (160k). Post order 66 exploration of Rex’s grief, trauma, and agency. (T pushing M)

Waves - Exploration of grief and “what comes after.” Feat Rex and two OCs from With Honor (T)

Dragon Age

Note!! These fics were written a long time ago, 10 years in some cases. They’re not well formatted, written in first person pov, I was shaky on how to tag, etc. Please show some grace for early 20s xan 🙏

Gen fics only!

How I Saved Weisshaupt and Also the World - 50k, Hawke discovers a cult that lives in the Fade and drives their followers mad. Varric, as always, is there to ride to her rescue. (T)

People Need Stories - Varric helps Hawke cope with the loss of his mother. (T)

They Forget So Easily - Cole struggles to be remembered. (G)

[a-lesnikova]

bg3 graphics | bg3 gifs

[cinnamonmoth-t]

How does rolan get anything done with 4 idiots distracting him

Ft. @calboi-creates oc, Cerys, you should check out their account they are so cool

[zousiq]

Oh to be loved & swiped of your feet, literally

Done for @\rexstanxan on Twitter!

[amarmeme]

a light in the dark

[mangomonk]

Dammon fic wip

a/n: dammon lovers rise up

Dammon couldn’t help but watch the monk soldier curiously over the rim of his cup as he listened politely to Rolan prattle on into another argument with his siblings. It was only natural, he thought, that his eyes kept straying back to her throughout the celebration — she was the reason for it, after all. Everyone was vying for her attention, it seemed.

Dammon watched Zevlor flit over to the monk — similar to how he had seen Cal, Alfira, and a handful of druids draw close to her. He had watched Yen smile awkwardly each time she let a new person pull her back to the center of the camp where the others were dancing. He must have watched for a moment too long because Rolan cleared his throat, pulling his attention away from the dancing elf.

“Hmm?” He hummed apologetically, but Rolan followed his gaze easily.

“With the amount of time you’ve been watching, you’d likely would have had three rounds of dancing already,” the older tiefling said. “You may as well try your hand at dancing.”

Dammon hurriedly swept his attention away from the center of the camp, taking a big gulp from his dented cup. “My hands are not made for dancing,” he said, grimacing down the sharp taste of the cheap wine as he rubbed the pad of thumb against his index finger to confirm that the rough calluses from years of working with his hammer were still there. They were, of course. 

“Yes, well, hers certainly aren’t either,” Rolan observed amusedly, flicking his gaze knowingly back to the center of the camp. Despite his growing mortification at getting caught, Dammon couldn’t help but follow Zevlor’s gaze. He could see her nearly tripping over her feet as Zevlor tugged her rather ungraciously in dizzying circles. Something tugged in his chest — likely sympathy, he thought. “Perhaps our savior needs some saving, hm?”

Dammon hesitated before taking another swig from his cup and draining it. Before he could convince himself otherwise, he made his way to the center of the camp, dodging a wildly dancing Karlach in the process. 

“Pardon me, Zevlor,” he began once he was within earshot. The other tiefling slowed down his erratic pace. Behind him, he could see Yen’s face wash with relief, which only encouraged him to continue. “Could I have a word with Yen? It’s about the weapon you commissioned,” he added, darting a glance to the monk meaningfully.

“Right, I was wondering about… that,” the monk said inelegantly. He tried not to laugh. So she was good at slaying goblins and saving people, but not at lying or dancing.

“Another time, then,” Zevlor said with a nod as he retreated reluctantly. 

“Thank you for saving me,” she said to him once they were out of earshot.

Dammon offered her a good-natured smile. “I should be the one saying that.”

“We wouldn’t have made it even a step in the camp without your wares,” she said. Dammon felt a wriggle of pleasure worm its way in his stomach at her words.

He had agreed to try to repair Karlach’s engine for a number of reasons — he felt a level of camaraderie with the tiefling with their shared time in Avernus, he thought the problem was an interestingly complex problem mechanics-wise, and he felt a sense of responsibility to do what he could given that their party saved the Grove.

And he would never admit it outloud, but he also briefly considered it as a way of seeing the monk again. When he told her to come find him again for an answer, he had meant it.

[dustdeepsea]

art by @ahahnopenope | ship template from @necromosss

The Fire Mage and the Infernal Smith

Inanna, or Ina for short, is a draconic sorcerer with an affinity for fire magic. Dammon is a tiefling smith with a heart of gold.

playlist on youtube | ao3: You Can't Go Home Again

[csphire]

Dammon is being rather cheeky here...

Let's admit it, Dammon would be this mischievous in bed, if not more.

Disclaimer: screenshots made possible by this mod. No disrespect towards the other companions intended. We use this mod because it's the only option we have right now.

[leopardmuffinxo]

the hottest fires burn blue & his eyes are no exception

[iamthunderhearmehowl]

❣️I'll Be Gentle ❣️

Dammon x Faeryl

Fluff. Minor Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. (Even if it is minor idc. DNI )

✨️ This is all based off of the "Halsin's Daughter" AU I've been working on! All posts regarding that can be found here -> ( x ) ✨️

Description: It's the eve of the first day of Summer. Mol, Arabella, and Faeryl are celebrating in Halsin's new found grove (Thaniel's realm). Mol swipes a bottle of wine jusr for the three of them and Faeryl confesses her feelings for Dammon. ;)

If you will please listen to this song once you get to the section with Dammon <3

Faeryl crossed her arms and hugged herself. She looked out into the commotion in front of her. Young children were braiding each other's hair and placing flowers in each stitch, some of the teenagers were sharing their first kisses under the night sky by the bonfire, and the smell of alcohol and roasted barbeque filled the air. Tonight marked the eve of the first day of summer. The festivities would go on for two more days. It was two days too many for Faeryl. While the atmosphere seemed fun and exciting for most, it reminded her of the grand parties held for drow nobles in the underdark. Her mother, would force her to wear the most revealing dresses and serve their guests wine, while Malice and Alistair enjoyed the festivities without a care. Her heart sank as she remembered the nobles that she got drunk on purpose. All lips she had to kiss only to steal away their secrets while they were most vulnerable, the indecent acts that she had to preform, only to bring that information to her mother. With her help, her mother fell many of the smaller noble houses. Faeryl wasn't particularly proud of this part of her past, but what choice did she have? She closed her eyes and listened to the laughter and music. Suddenly she felt something jump on her back.

“Hey Fay! Check out what I just nabbed from that fancy fellow over there!” Mol dangled a silver pocket watch in front of Faeryl's face as she struggled to keep her balance. Faeryl instinctively grabbed her legs and started piggy backing her. They were both giggling as Arabella came up to them, crossing her arms.

“Mol, please don't get us kicked out of the festivities here. We never get to let loose like this in Baulder's Gate.”

“Oh shut up Arabella. You and I both know that you want to stay here so you can drink with Rolan,” Mol teased.

Faeryl gasped in surprise. Her and Mol exchanged smirks and started giggling.

“Bella, baby, my love" Faeryl was laughing as she teasingly went down the list of pet names her and Mol called Arabella, “Rolan? Surely you can do better. He's so -"

“Cranky" Mol interrupted. She had hopped off of Faeryl's back and was now working on opening a bottle of wine. The top came off with a pop and nearly hit Arabella in the head. Luckily, Arabella saw it coming and had moved her head to the left right as she heard the pop.

“Mol! Where did you get that? You're going to get us in trouble!” Arabella exclaimed.

“Swiped it from the table. Also, don't change the subject, Bella. We gotta talk about you an' Rolan" Mol took a long swig from the bottle and passed it to Faeryl. She wasn't a novice when it came to alcohol, but she had never had this kind before. She sniffed the bottle. It smelled like strawberries and judging from the bottle it looked like it was home made by the people of this grove. She shrugged and took a long swig from it as well.

“I mean. Don't get me wrong, he's a couple years my senior but I'm not a kid anymore! I am an adult, a young adult, but an adult never the less. Besides, if I recall you used to have a small crush on Dammon. His stuff used to go missing and we all knew it was you.” Arabella took the bottle from Faeryl and started taking sips from it.

“Hey now! I was a girl! And besides he had some good stuff sitting around at his forge" Mol crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Faeryl laughed. Although she wasn't a huge fan of parties, Mol and Arabella made her feel like she was at home. These two teifling girls were her best friends. Being with them almost made her forget about her past and why she was at this grove in the first place. This was all she wanted in life. To be herself without judgement and to enjoy life with the ones she loved.

“Well. It seems that our little drow princess has taken a liking to him. I wonder if she'll even visit him tonight?” Arabella winked at Faeryl.

“That is, if Halsin doesn't tear him apart. He doesn't seem the type to but Arabella and I did over hear him talking to the other druids about you disappearing in between lessons.” Mol was checking her nails and swished her tail. This was something she did whenever she was telling them some juicy information. “Let's just say that daddy dearest is a little upset about you've been putting your druidic studies on the back burner.”

Faeryl was a little surprised. Halsin was always teaching others about the ways of nature. He believed that their hearts should roam free; that nature intended for you to enjoy your desires. Why would he care so much about hers? She had never told him about her daily visits with Dammon. Did he even know? They had just recently found out that they were father and daughter – surely he would not be this invested in her personal life already? Maybe that wasn't it. This grove had multiple archdruids in charge, this was so that the responsibility didn't fall on one person but a council , that worked together. Faeryl was sure that the council had spoken to him about the danger that she was to the grove. Halsin had stood up for her, stating that she was his responsibility and she will learn to control her powers in order to stay here. Was he worried that she would never gain control of the beast?

“Oi!” Faeryl's thoughts were broken up by the acorn that Mol threw at her head, “Did ya hear me? Are ya going to see your smithy boy or nah?”

Faeryl didn't have time to respond back before Arabella put a hand on her shoulder and began to pick some twigs out of her silver hair. “What Mol is trying to say is, let's just relax and have a couple of drinks. We'll help each other braid our hair and then, you'll go see Dammon, I'll go see Rolan, and Mol is going to pay a visit to that pretty little blonde elf girl that keeps eyeing her by the fire.”

Mol was sat down next to them. Her legs were spread, her elbows were on her knees, she had the wine bottle in one hand and was staring at someone. She took a swig and then nodded and winked.

“Okay, we may need to start braiding now. I think we're losing her" Arabella laughed and started working.

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Faeryl leaned against the door frame to Dammon's small forge. According to what Dammon has told her, this was nothing compared to the one that he had in Baulder's Gate. She was surprised that she had never been to his shop. She knew that Mol and Arabella went there frequently to trade the weapons they would pick up on guild missions, but Faeryl was always out doing something else. The something else was mainly playing with the local cats near the home the three of them rented together. Had she chosen running errands over petting the cats, she may have met him sooner. Maybe they would have been more than just friends by now. She imagined his lips on hers and her heart started to race. His eyes were the color of the sky, a beautiful shade of blue she would have never known in the underdark. Maybe he felt the same about her? Maybe they could explore their favorite pleasures together. Mayb-

“Oh Faeryl! Did you need something?”

Faeryl jumped a little bit. She hadn't realized that she had been staring off into space. She turned a shade of pink when she realized that she had been staring off in his direction for gods know how long.

“Oh um. I was just wondering where you were. I didn't see you out celebrating” She rubbed the back of her neck hoping that it would calm her down a little bit.

“Well. I had a client from this grove request this sword as soon as possible. I come here monthly because many of my clients can't make it to Baulder's Gate to buy my products, so they pay extra when I have to come out. I feel a little bad about celebrating while my job isn't done yet.”

Faeryl walked up to see the sword that he was working on. It was a light weight short sword. No doubt it was for a small woman as the handle was adorned with intricate swirls and designs.

“It's beautiful"

“Thank you" Dammon chuckled and smiled, “Can I ask you why you're not out celebrating? The night is still young and as far as I know they usually celebrate until dawn.”

Faeryl laughed and hopped up on his work table, “Oh I got bored. Mol is out there pit pocketing people and kissing girls. Arabella is flirting with Rolan.”

Dammon laughed and seemed genuinely surprised. He set down his hammer and pulled off his gloves. “Rolan? You can't be serious.”

Faeryl responded with a shrug. “I suppose it’s the wine and brandy speaking, rather than any of the brain cells the two have left after finishing three bottles together.”

“And you? Did you share a drink with anyone?” He came over and sat on the table next to her. She noticed that his feet still touched the ground and hers were dangling. Faeryl couldn't help but to think about how tall and handsome he was.  

“Other than the two idiots I came with? No. Everyone in this grove seems a little scared of me. I don't blame them. The majority of the druids out there are wood elves and they seem to have a disdain for drow, even if I am half wood elf”

“For what it’s worth. I enjoy the company you bring. Well, I also enjoy the honey buns you bring me in the mornings when I'm here. That being said, I do wait on you to stop by.”

Faeryl's heart felt like it was going to explode as he smiled at her. Gods was it noticeable that she was fawning over him? She kissed so many lips and wasn't completely innocent in the sexual favors department, but something about him made her lose all sense.

“It's nice to know that you think of me that way. Thank you. But you must have someone you're excited to see back home?” Faeryl was hoping the answer was no, but she knew there was a good chance that he did have someone back home. Though she never visited his forge, she's always heard many young women mention his name along with how handsome they thought he was.

“Actually, no. It hasn't really crossed my mind. I just keep getting more and more orders and clients. So, it hasn't been a priority. And you?”

“If we're being honest? No. I've kind of been on the run and then I saw my half brother, lost control of my wildshape and now I'm here. I haven't felt safe enough to get close anyone other than Mol and Arabella . . .” Faeryl started to wonder off in her conversation. She looked down at the ground. Everything so far has been a whirlwind of events. All of it happened so fast she never had time to process it. If Alistair found her in Baulder's Gate after all these years, there's no doubt he would find her again. Her days were numbered. It was now or never. She didn't want to die, not yet, not without knowing what love was. Not without knowing the passion behind it. Every act of intimacy up until this point had been a façade. There was no pleasure, just the anxiety of hoping the act was enough to ensure her survival.

“Faeryl?”

“Dammon. Listen. Please don't feel pressured to do or say anything, but I feel safest here. With you.”

She had looked up from the ground to find that he was standing in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her. It was so tender and sweet. Faeryl thought she might faint. The longer their lips intertwined the more light headed she got. When he pulled away he lifted her chin with his index finger and caressed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Gods, I thought it was all in my head.” He kissed her again. This time it was it was more eager and harder. He kissed her as if he had been starved for a millennium. She began to untie the strings of her blouse. He slowly pulled the garment past her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Her nipples pebbled as the cool night air hit them. He pulled away from their kiss and soaked in the site. She was beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink color, her silver hair fell from her braid and framed her face perfectly, and her eyes, Gods, Dammon couldn't handle how gorgeous her eyes were. They were adorned with long silver lashes, her hazel irises had flecks of gold in them, and they had this innocent doe like look to them.

“Fuck me, you look like a princess,” he breathed. He ripped off his apron and shirt and placed tender kissed on her collar bone. Faeryl let out a small gasp as he began to place light marks on her skin. He began to undo her trousers, but stopped when he felt her hand on top of his. She was shaking.

“I'm sorry, am I going too fast?”

“No, not at all. It's just that. . . I haven't. . . I was only allowed to seduce in the underdark. A kiss was nothing, oral wasn't a big deal, but no one was every allowed to actually have sex with me. My mother, she held my virginity to the highest bidder – of course I ran before that happened”

“Are you frightened?”

“Not with you. Every other man who placed their hands on me wanted to hurt me – I know you would never. Not on purpose.”

He kissed her forehead “I'll be gentle. We'll go your pace. Just tell me when you're uncomfortable.”

She nodded.

Thanks for reading! I also realize that there's a lot of dialogue - that is on purpose - I will eventully be going back and doing voice overs for Faeryl (maybe even Mol and Arabella for practice).

Aso - I realize that I am not a very detailed smut writer. I comend those who can do it but like - I am a caveman and can barely form words in general, let alone word a detailed sex scene.

[thebawdybaldurian]

BG3FicFeb Day 24

A day late because I got some writer's block and then subjected myself to the terror that is the Iron Throne dungeon. This first drabble is one of the most pivotal in Tavstarion's tale and I'm sure I'll rewrite it a million times before it gets incorporated in Tale of the Tadpoles.

SFW: Tav and Astarion face the most important decision in their relationship, as Tav worries that her worst fear will come true as Astarion faces off with his former master.

NSFW: At Tav and Astarion's wedding feast, the cake proves a little too tempting for the guests, who find themselves with urgent desires. A variety of pairings and ships aside from the happily married couple.

SFW: Tav faces her worst fear

Content Warning: blood and violence

“Help me, please!” Astarion reached out his hand to her.

“I…I can’t,” Tav closed her eyes, tears spilling from them. “I love you more than anything, but I can’t help you do this.”

“I can’t do this alone!” He cried. “I’m doing this for both of us…for our future! That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be together after all this. I can make us immortal.”

“No, this isn’t what I want. I just want you to be free,” she cried, seeing more fear than avarice in his eyes.

“I will be free! Of everything and everyone. Nothing will be able to stop us. Please.”

“If this is truly what you want, I won’t stop you,” she held her hand over the wound at her side, the ghast’s claws having taken a significant chunk out of her. “This is your decision to make.”

“Don’t you want us to be safe…forever?”

“There won’t be an ‘us’ in that case. I’m sorry. You won’t be the man I thought you were.”

“Who am I then?” He yelled, stomping his foot down on Cazador’s back as the weakened vampire tried to crawl away. “Some fool who would willingly give up incalculable power? I could protect you from anything.”

“You would be the fool I fell in love with,” her tears burned down her cheeks, as she tried to talk him down and heal herself at the same time. “The man who laughs at my stupid jokes and has cried in my arms. Who is scared of clowns and loves to peck me like a goose. I don’t love you because you can protect me. I love you because you need me, as much as I need you.”

Cazador began to laugh, his voice ragged, but still cruel. “You would fall in love with someone as pathetic as yourself. You are both weak…insects deserving to be stomped out. You could not handle a fraction of the power you would dare to steal from me.”

“Shut up!” Astarion spat at him.

“Prattle all you like,” Cazador crawled to his side. “Kill me or don’t. Either way…you will never be free, even if you take my power. Let her watch as you accept your true nature.”

“You’re right,” Astarion gripped the dagger tighter. She thought for a second that she had lost him, that her greatest fear would manifest in front of her. “You will always be in here…somewhere. So thank you, for at least teaching me this,” he thrust the dagger into Cazador’s throat, blood spurting widely from it.

He raised the dagger again, plunging it into Cazaor’s chest, crying out and raising it again, over and over. Tav watched it all, unblinking, knowing this was two hundred years in the making. She watched Cazador’s cruel eyes fade to nothingness, feeling only the slightest sense of relief that he could never harm her beloved again, at least physically. Astarion collapsed, the dagger falling limply from his bloodied hand, and began to sob. She wanted to hold him, to rock him in her arms as she had after so many nightmares, but she allowed him to grieve. For the life Cazador had stolen from him, for the power and protection he’d just given up, for anything else he wished to grieve.

She instead knelt at his side, letting him know she was there for him, however he needed, uncaring that she sat in a pool of her tormentor’s blood. As his sobs began to quiet, he reached for her hand, his bloody fingers trembling as she held it. She didn’t know how long they sat for, closing her eyes to spare herself the blood that still made her slightly queasy. She finally felt him squeeze her hand, opening her eyes to find their companions and the other 6 spawn surrounding them. “Astarion,” one of the spawn asked, covering her breasts with her arm. “Is it over?”

“It is,” he nodded, looking over the mutilated corpse of his former master, nearly unrecognizable from his fury.

“What are we supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know. You can have whatever life you want now. Become something better than prowling around in the dark for rats.”

“What about the other spawn? All those people?”

Astarion looked at Tav, who still held his hand tightly. She nodded at him, letting him know she would honor whatever he decided. He climbed to his feet, Tav helping him up and finally releasing his hand. He bent down to pick up Cazador’s staff, releasing the enchantment on the prison cells. “Lead them to the Underdark for now,” Astarion dropped the staff atop Cazador’s corpse. “They will be safe from the sun and have plenty to eat while they figure out their new lives.” He turned back to Tav, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Will you take me home now? To your cottage that overlooks the sea?”

“Our home,” she weaved a quick Prestidigitation spell around his face to clean the blood away. “It’s as much yours now as it is mine, my love.”

“Our home,” he managed a weary smile.

NSFW: Sex with aphrodisiacs

Background: Tav and Astarion have just been married in a private moonlit ceremony officiated by Dame Aylin. They are holding their post-wedding feast at The Topsy Tentacle, a small theater that they co-own with the previous owners of the now ruined Golden Sow. First introduction to a few of the OC's

Content and Warnings: Too many parings to count, PIV sex, oral sex, anal sex, group sex/threesome, public sex.

Tav and Astarion cut the cake together, using an ornate, long-bladed dagger that was a wedding gift from Lae’zel, who had been unable to attend due to the gith’s continuing fight against Vlaakith. The attached note said that Tav could use it against Astarion if he ever became too unruly. “I’m still not sure if she’s actually making a joke or she really wants you to kill me?” Astarion laughed as he carefully guided a finger-full of cake into Tav’s mouth.

It was a rich and sumptuous chocolate cake that had been made with a very special ingredient according to the baker. Tav couldn’t taste anything beyond the rich and creamy flavor. She fed Astarion his own special piece of ‘red velvet’ cake, a blend of several flavorful bloods, including Tav’s own. She had prepared that cake herself. They returned to their seats, allowing their guests to cut their own pieces and continued to feed each other.

The entire event had gone off without a hitch surprisingly, given how chaotic their life still was post-Netherbrain. Tale of the Tadpoles had just ended its final run, in the very same theater they were holding the feast. Astarion had vastly overspent on designing Tav’s wedding gown, so they needed a cheap place that they also happened to be co-owners of. The wedding party and honored guests sat on the raised stage, while friends and other acquaintances sat in the theater proper.

After finishing their cake, the happy couple began to circulate among their guests, arm in arm, stealing little kisses when they could. They’d nearly made the full circuit when Tav began to feel an all too familiar tingling sensation between her thighs. She shifted against Astarion, giving him a longing glance. They’d already had a quickie in the carriage on the way from their moonlit nuptials in the park, but Tav found herself suddenly in desperate need of her new husband again. “Can we cut the rest of the pleasantries a little short?” she whispered in his ear as they moved to the next table. “I desperately need you to fuck me.”

“Whatever you desire, my beautiful wife,” he purred, pulling her in for a kiss. His lips were like liquid sex to her, her mouth unable to pull away from his, her tongue pressing against his hungrily. They received a few whistles as they stood in the middle of the floor making out, finally pulling away when Tav needed to breathe.

“I need you now,” she blushed and grabbed his hand, making a beeline for Halsin, who was enjoying his third cake slice. “Come with us,” she grabbed his hand, not even allowing him to wipe frosting from his mouth.

She guided them backstage to one of the private dressing rooms, shutting and locking the door behind her. “Get this dress off and fuck me,” Tav trembled, her fingers too unsteady to start working on the pearl buttons that ran from her armpit to the bottom of her hip.

“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” Astarion grinned, carefully pulling at the buttons and kissing her low cut décolletage. “Besides me twice today already…”

“I guess it wasn’t enough,” she sighed hungrily as Halsin pulled at the delicate silk gloves that reached past her elbows, kissing a trail down her arm as he bared more flesh.

“I also feel a little more…hungry than usual,” he growled, helping Astarion pull down her dress now that it was unbuttoned. He was already bulging through his dark suit pants.

She carefully stepped out of her dress, her delicate lace lingerie underneath causing a visceral reaction in the druid. He quickly pulled her panties aside so he could access her engorged and dripping cunt. The force of his mouth nearly lifted her off her feet, pushing her back against the door with a loud thud. “What was in that cake?” Astarion grinned, as he hung up her delicate dress. Even in his ardor, he refused to leave such nice things on the floor.

“It could be succubus spittle for all I care,” Tav moaned, wrenching Halsin’s hungry mouth from her. “I need you both inside me right now.”

She pushed Astarion towards the small couch, pulling Halsin with her. She sunk to her knees between her husband’s legs and began pulling at the buttons of his trousers, his cock still only half-hard. “Here, my love,” he gasped as she pulled him free of his pants with lighting speed and set her mouth on him at once. He handed her a pillow for her to kneel on, Halsin helping guide it under her knees as he knelt behind her, eager cock in hand. He pulled her panties aside again, slicking his fingers around her honey and stroking it along his cock before quickly mounting her from behind.

“Yes!” She hissed as he filled her with his thick length, his thrusts already vigorous and eager.

“Definitely…hnnnn…something in that cake,” Astarion moaned as she deep throated him.

Back out in the theater proper, they weren’t the only ones feeling the effects of the cake’s special aphrodisiac ingredient. Karlach and Dammon, newly returned from the Hells and also engaged, had been making out at their table for several minutes before Karlach pulled him upstairs to one of the private theater boxes. They fell onto the floor, their mouths and tails tangled against one another. Dammon pulled down her leather suit pants, kissing every inch of her legs before pulling his own excited cock out to fuck her right away. They hid their moans between one another’s mouths, their theater box still open to the party below, that was quickly splitting apart to find their own private corners to fulfill their growing desires.

Shadowheart had been casually chatting with El, the tiefling Tav had been taking home the night she’d been kidnapped. They had been working at the Golden Sow until it had been destroyed during the Netherbrain fight and now worked in the theater as the box office manager. When they found their own desires becoming too overwhelming, they made their way to a dark corner of the theater to grope and kiss one another. Shadowheart was more than pleased to find a hard cock in El’s pants, along with a lovely pair of breasts that she sucked on hungrily.

Wyll and his new partner were chaste enough to make their way home before ravishing one another, passing Gale and Syma, who eyed the wedding carriage with a smile. They climbed inside, pulling their clothes aside so they could quickly make love. Gale gripped Syma’s horns tightly as she circled her tongue around his cock, one of his simulacrums perched under her thighs so she could ride its face. After the simulacrum had made her come, she found need of her actual lover, pulling her lips from his cock and straddling him with her skirts pulled around her hips.

Halsin had erupted inside Tav by now, helping her off her knees so she could mount her new husband. He stayed standing behind her, teasing his fingers inside her asshole and fondling her breasts as she rode Astarion. They smiled and laughed as they heard the rhythmic pounding of someone in the adjoining dressing room being fucked against the wall. It turned out to be their fellow co-owners, Favril and his husband, Llol, who was currently being fucked. Tav grinded hard on Astarion’s cock, one of the few not under the cake’s effects, but instead under the seductive spell of his new wife. She looked incredible in the lingerie she still had on and with Halsin’s thick hands manhandling her body as she writhed atop his cock.

He came inside her in a low, heavy grunt, his seed co-mingling with what remained of Halsin’s. She collapsed onto him, her own climax rippling against both their bodies. Halsin sunk onto the couch beside them with a happy sigh. He leaned over to kiss them both, overjoyed that they included him in their union. They shared a grin as they heard a loud groan echo from the other dressing room, the rhythmic pounding on the wall slowly ebbing. “Is it terrible that I want another slice of that cake?” Halsin laughed, looking both his lovers over, cuddled happily together.

“I might need to have a word with that baker,” Tav sighed quietly, nuzzling against Astarion.

“I should leave you two to enjoy one another,” Halsin leaned over to kiss them both again. “We will have plenty of time together after tonight.”

“Thank you for coming,” Tav beamed, helping him button his suit pants up. “In both ways.”

“It was a honor to share a part of this day with you…and our lives together,” he stroked both their faces gently before taking his leave of them.

He returned out to the theater, finding the party devolved into couples making out and groping at their tables and the sounds of quiet moans from various corners of the large hall. He grabbed one last slice of cake to satisfy his sweet tooth, planning to return to Tav’s cottage to enjoy the rest of his evening with some self-pleasure. He grinned widely as he passed the wedding carriage outside, rocking back and forth slowly. Gale had since pressed Syma to the floor of the carriage, circling his hips around her slowly, holding back his climax so they could end together in one explosive final act. “I’m so close, Gale,” she begged, moving her hips faster against him.

“Move in with me,” he fucked her a little faster, staring in her eyes.

“What?” She moaned, teasing the tip of her tail around his ear, pushing some hair out of his face.

“Move…unnff…in with me…so we can mmmm…do this every day. Come live with me in…uhhhhnnn…Waterdeep.” He punctuated the ‘deep,’ thrusting to her very depths.

“Yes!” She cried, both reaching her climax and answering his question. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yes?!” He smiled happily, kissing the beautiful curve of her lip as her mouth hung open, crying his name. “Syma!” He joined her ecstasy, pressing down on top of her as he erupted inside her.

Shadowheart and El had made their way out of the theater as well, the half-elf braced against the wall of a dark alley as El took her from behind. She’d been seeing a few other people causally, content to remain alone in her little farm outside the city, but felt her interest in El growing as they fucked her. She enjoyed the non-binary nature of their gender, knowing she could never choose one or the other. She joined El’s hand against her clit, glancing back at the tiefling with a grin as she came in quiet moans. “Where has….mmmmphhh…Tav been hiding you, Shadowheart?” El moaned loudly as Shadowheart spun around and knelt in front of them, taking their cock in her mouth to finish them off. She took the fluid across her tongue with a smile, shaking her silver bangs out of her eyes.

“I live on a farm outside the city…and please, call me Jen,” she smiled, standing up to kiss them. “Do you like animals, El?”

“I love animals,” El smiled.

Back inside the theater, Karlach and Dammon lay panting in their private box, all the seats toppled around them as they’d rolled and changed positions during their vigorous lovemaking session. Their bodies and tails were intertwined, looking happily at one another. “Should we ask Tav where they got that cake so we can have it at our wedding?” Karlach grinned.

“I thought we were just having a buffet of ales?” Dammon joked, running his finger atop the infernal heart that was finally stable and completely his.

“That too,” she took his hand, pressing it completely against her chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my fiery beauty,” he leaned over to kiss her. “Should we head back to the forge and heat things up again?”

“Absolutely.”

Tav and Astarion rejoined what was left of their wedding feast, Tav having changed into a simple robe so she didn’t need to be buttoned back into her wedding dress. They’d left as more moans echoed out from the dressing room next door, as Llol received the generous mouth of his husband. A few guests who had already fulfilled their desires or were headed home to, inquired about the cake. Tav shared the details of the baker, wondering if she might ease a commission out for all the extra business. Astarion fed her one last piece, ready to enjoy a final joining with her before the dawn.

They left the theater to grabbed their carriage, opening the door to find a tangle of bodies nestled together on the floor. “I suppose we can walk,” Tav blushed and shut the door. Above them, the writhing and resplendent nude figures of Aylin and Isobel streaked through the night sky. “Gods, imagine if one of us had wings,” Astarion blushed heavily, trying not to stare at the celestial-like bodies enjoying one another at such heights.

“Perhaps we can convince Gale to cast a Fly spell on us one day, since he stole our wedding carriage,” Tav grinned, pulling him towards the inn where they’d booked a honeymoon suite for the night.

“How long does that last?” Astarion grinned.

“Ten minutes.”

“Plenty of time,” he nuzzled her cheek.

[velocitross]

In honor of my Vigilversary (day I started my Vigil run last year) here are some of my favorite shots of them with Dammon 🥰

And in honor of them as well, here is the first fic I wrote for them: Last Light (ao3)—my first time writing Vigil AND my first time writing Dammon, aww

(More of me being emotional below)

I only started writing them because I had a Dammon fic in mind and needed a partner, and figured I’d use my current durge instead of an unnamed Tav! So, their relationship is what really cemented Vigil as an OC for me 💜 and they’ve come so far since!