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yangcherie · 11 months ago

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bathing.

𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).

𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.

𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?

𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.

“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”

Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #lae'zel x reader #gale x reader #halsin x reader #tavrem #as they say #this was fun to write #this was very lame actually #sorry but its been so so so long since ive written a fic much less published it

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dekariosclan · 21 days ago

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How do you think an early romance/ pre relationship Gale would handle a weary-but-stubborn-Tav during the adventure? Like if Tav was overworked from trying to take care of everyone and lead the party and/or got sick?

Between this and the last caretaking ask my heart is full, my crops are watered etc, etc. 💜💜 Thank you Anon!

First off, unlike the last scenario, this is more serious than ‘just a cold.’ So I believe Gale would act accordingly, and be more serious about it himself (though he will still occasionally make puns/quips! That’s how he is. Remember, even when a romanced Resist!Durge has their full murderous struggle with him, he’s handling it calmly while saying things like: “Sweet that you care enough to murder me. Mind if you don’t?”)

Second, this is pre-relationship. The familiarity and ease of small intimacies like feeling Tav’s forehead, or sternly ordering them to bed, would not be appropriate yet. There’s also the tension Gale would feel about overstepping boundaries and, Gods forbid, making Tav angry at him and/or want to distance themselves, just when they were starting to get close. Since you mentioned ‘early romance�� we’ll assume that this scenario occurs after the Weave scene. And yes, even though Tav beamed the fact that they want to kiss/hold hands with Gale directly into his brain, he still needs reassurance that Tav likes him as much as he likes Tav.

So, whereas other companions would see Tav’s exhaustion and be blunt about their advice—for example, Karlach pointing at Tav’s tent and yelling “SOLDIER, you need to get YOUR ASS. TO BED. NOW.” Gale would be gently, sweetly cautious—especially when he saw how stubbornly Tav refused.

He might approach Tav sitting by the fire that evening, long after everyone else had turned in, each having given up on telling Tav they don’t need to keep watch. Gale would hold his tongue and refrain from commenting on how obvious it was that Tav was struggling to stay awake, and instead gently inquire if he might join them. And when Tav suspiciously asked if he, too, was going to tell them to go bed, Gale’s reply would be a hearty, “No, no, certainly not! I merely wished to discuss some battle tactics with you. May I?”

Tav’s tired nod would be all Gale needed. “Excellent!” He’d settle in next to Tav—close, but not too close, not touching shoulders, no matter how much he would have liked to—and pull out some ancient-looking tome. “This book is a favourite of mine—it’s bound to impress you. If it doesn’t, well then—I only have my shelf to blame,” He’d chuckle, before adding: “I’ve selected several passages on strategy that I’d like to read to you and get your thoughts on.” Then he’d scratch his chin, thoughtfully. “They are rather lengthy, so I was hoping I could, ah, make our accommodations a bit more comfortable?”

Again, Tav would tiredly acquiesce, and then Gale would be conjuring a plush two-seater for them to share, and wisely not say a peep when he saw how Tav leaned back into the cushions, eyes shutting for just a moment…

“Now then,” Gale would say, his silken voice taking on a softer, soothing tone. “Let us begin…”

It wouldn’t take long, of course. Halfway through the first passage he’d glance over to see Tav’s eyes closed more often than not, their breathing becoming steady and relaxed. Then he’d smile to himself and return to reading, satisfied his plan was working—

—only to be jolted by the sudden, soft weight of a sleeping Tav sliding into his side, their head naturally coming to a rest on his shoulder. He’d glance down at them, deep in peaceful slumber, snuggled into him as if they belonged there, and his heart would throb painfully for a second, the sensation traveling through his chest where the orb was embedded…

Of course, he would complete his plan of getting Tav comfortably settled before quietly making his way back to his own tent. That was what he’d set out to do, he’d remind himself, as he tilted his head until it rested on Tav’s, and by the Gods he intended to do it, he’d think, as inhaled Tav’s scent, closing his eyes and nuzzling the top of their head…

…in just a moment.

#gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale dekarios #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #answered ask #Thanks for the ask!

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reriart · 3 months ago

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Mending A Torn Heart [Astarion x Reader]

Hello everyone, it's been a while! I finally have a new laptop so I can start writing again. I hope you'll like it and if you have prompts for other Tav/Durge x Astarion, feel free to drop one in the ask box!

Please remember that English is not my native language.

TW: +18 MDNI, Tav have female genitals, but you can decide their gender, fluff, angst, penetration, PiV, improper use of spell, blood drinking, depression, mention of parent's death.

Words: 2,487

Tav fails to mend their blouse, so Astarion offer his help.

You can read it on AO3 too.

"Ouch!" you murmur, bringing your index to the mouth, sucking on it to stop the bleeding and the burning sensation.

During the evening, you've been trying desperately to sew up a tear on your worn blouse, but never in your life have you picked up a needle and thread - it was something your mother usually did. As a result, every attempt to fix the damage fails miserably.

"Damn it!"

Tears begin to peep, but you try to push them back. It feels foolish to cry over something so frivolous, and, especially, you don't want others to see you like that. You bend your head and shoulders downward, sighing and hoping they don't see your eyes glistening. When you look up to check, you realize that only Gale and Astarion are left. You were too focused to notice whoever was there before.

"My fellow bookworm, I think I'll go to sleep," Gale says. "I don't deny this is a conciliatory reading for a good sleep."

Astarion remains with his eyes fixed on his book. It has a worn cover, but in the vampire's graceful hands, it looks refined and antique rather than ruined. His free hand caresses the rim of the pewter cup beside him, which you are sure contains no water.

"The books you read always tend to do that," the elf replied. "You should try something that isn't fiction for women of a certain age."

"My pale friend, I don't know if you've noticed, but our book choice is limited to what we salvage among burned houses and dead bodies. At least until we get to Baldur's Gate, there is…"

Astarion rolls his eyes. "Good night, Gale."

The wizard sighs, getting up and disappearing into his tent. You lower your eyes and turn back to your torn blouse, biting your lip to keep from huffing.

"Are you going to spend all night poking holes in your fingers like you're squeezing a porcupine, or are you going to ask me for help? You're making me thirsty."

Swallow. Well aware of Astarion's supernatural nature, it had occurred to you that he could sense even a droplet of blood in the air, let alone … well, many droplets.

"Can you sew?" you ask, tilting your head.

Astarion snorts, setting the book down on the floor and getting up with the grace of a cat. He stretches his back and smooths his clothes. "Of course I can sew. Everybody should know how to do it. It's, you know, essential."

Guilt settles in your stomach. Does he always have to be so straightforward? You look first at him, then at the blouse, where two small red patches keep company with the gash in the fabric. "…damn, that won't come off."

"I am sufficiently knowledgeable about blood and tailoring to tell you that yes, those stains will come out," he mutters, sitting next to you. "Let's solve this first. Give it to me," he orders, motioning you with his hand to hand him needle, thread, and whatever else.

You do as requested and move closer to him, still trying to maintain some distance. The terror that he will hear your heartbeat running at full speed or that he might use one of your pitted fingers as a drink restrains you from getting any closer.

"Gods, it looks like a goblin tried to fix it," he comments, huffing and pulling away the thread you tried to patch it with. "How is it possible that you don't know how to sew? Did you grow up in the middle of a forest?"

"I didn't - no one ever taught me. Mom was usually doing this, but she died when I was still quite young. This is one of her clothes, the only one I have left, actually. I don't want to throw it away," you confess, looking at your toes sticking out of your crossed legs.

Astarion looks up at you, then looks down at the lake and clenches his jaw. "I can understand that. I have … something that's been with me for a long time, too, and it's ruined, just like your shirt."

His attention returns to the gash.

"It's too dark to teach you now, I can see well but you can't. I'll sew it, but you'll have to learn to do it yourself. I'm not going to mend your whole backpack," she comments, passing new thread through the needle, and then bringing the cotton flaps closer together. His fingers, long and nimble, move confidently, but they tend to linger on the traces of blood. When he finished, he cut off the excess thread with the dagger he always keeps attached to his belt. "Here you go. For the stains…"

He interrupts his sentence when he sees you with your head resting on his knees, in a vain attempt to hide and make yourself small. The elf is about to say something but interrupts himself. "Is something the matter?"

You mutter a "no," but your body betrays you and you clam up even more.

A hand, cold as a piece of ice, rests on your shoulder, making you wince and look up at him. His red eyes, now a wine-colored hue because of the poor light given by the bonfire, stare at you.

"Despite my years off duty, I'm still a magistrate. I know if someone is playing games with me, and you look like you're not telling me the truth."

Your heart skips a beat.

Between his direct gaze and stern tone, that feeling of guilt that hovered in your stomach before only increases.

Your eyes wander and for a second they make contact with him, and you are certain that the elf can feel your temperature rising and your blood flowing faster.

It's not a surprise that your feelings for Astarion have intensified, but your courage has always been equal to your skill for sewing: non-existent. That's why you are a healer. You don't even have the guts to fight. Confessing your feelings to him is a greater challenge than escaping from an owlbear using slippers on a road full of mud.

You reach out, shyly, to your shirt, which Astarion holds in his free hand. He hands it to you, and immediately you bring it to your chest, hugging it like a plushie. "Thank you."

His eyes become soft, and round. A bitter smile crosses his face, making wrinkles that you were not aware of appear. "You feel less lonely when you hold it, don't you?"

You swallow, surprised by his words, and give him a confused look. "How do you know?"

You see him hesitate for a second, and then in one fluid movement, he gets up and disappears into his tent.

When he returns, he is holding a dirty blanket, which at first glance would appear to be black, but could also be gray or blue - the light is too dim to identify its color - and he sits down next to you, this time almost completely erasing the distance between you.

"This is all that's left of when I was alive," he confesses, caressing the folds of the fabric. "It was in the grave with me when I was turned into a vampire.

I never dared to fix the holes in it. I'm scared…"

"…that it will lose its meaning," you reply, finishing the sentence. "That's why I was afraid to fix the shirt. Beyond the fact that I can't sew, it's just that…"

Your words are interrupted by his lips. He reaches out to kiss you with a snap impossible to predict, one hand clutching the blanket, the other cupping your right cheek. He tastes like wine. You widen your eyes in astonishment, but you immediately surrender to it. The thought of him kissing you has kept you company on so many nights…

It is surprisingly sweet. You always imagined that a kiss from him would be sensual, full of perverse desire, but instead, it is caring. His fingers descend to the nape of your neck, bringing you even closer to him, while your hands abandon the shirt on your waist and search for his curly hair.

An eternity and an instant pass at the same time.

Astarion's wet mouth leaves you without, however, moving too far away. His eyes seek yours and your foreheads touch gently. "Your sad eyes have betrayed you since the first day I met you, darling. Your loneliness is familiar to me. I am an ultracentenarian vampire. Everyone I knew, except Cazador and my brothers, is dead."

You caress, with trembling fingers, his alabaster skin. He does the same, concentrating the touch of his fingertips on the bluish veins that decorate your neck.

He bites his lip and sighs, appreciating the beat of your heart.

This time you take the lead, kissing him. He groans as his hands slide up and down your body, masterfully avoiding any dangerous zone of it. You open your lips just enough for his tongue to begin exploring you.

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself lying on the ground, blouse and blanket safely beside you, away from the fire. He towers over you, but he is very different from when he feeds on you - a gesture deliberately offered to him after discovering his secret - he is gentle and wary in his movements. He rolls his hips and his name escapes your lips as you feel the erection press against you. "Astarion…"

"Can I stay with you tonight?" he asks, foreheads touching again.

There is a note of desperation, of pleading, in his trembling voice. The white hair, previously carefully combed back, now dances before his very own eyes, giving him a younger appearance.

You wonder if it is the effect of the wine he drank in Gale's company or if he is sincere. If it is just a way of manipulating you for an easy night of sex (and blood), taking advantage of your fragility.

However, there is something that slows down your thoughts, your paranoia, and that is his sad look. His hands are shaking, as is his breath (and to think, you were sure he didn't need to do that) now teasing your skin.

You both want to end the agonizing scream, the black shadow that envelops you when everyone rests.

That aching loneliness that slips silently under your skin. That constant thought of being nothing to no one, of dying without anyone noticing.

And, nourished by that thought, you freed both from your clothes. You don't even notice. There is urgency and sweetness at the same time. The vampire's icy, marble skin gradually warms as he enters you and gasps, blinded by the desire to become one with the one on whom he had set his gaze from the first moment. Deep, precise movements arch your back, leaving marks on his back. Slowly, you let go. Stress and sadness seem just a memory as your eardrums beats in your ears, following the rhythm of your heart. Astarion kisses you, licks you, inhales your scent, holds you under his body, then rolls onto his back to have you on top. He guides you as you abandon fear altogether, his hands explore your chest, his teeth tease your neck.

The first time you climax, you see him fight against his whole self. He growls against your ear as he leads your orgasm with slow thrusts and he whispers your name. You try your best not to scream, but it's hard when the man you've wanted for months is giving all of himself to you. You hear a rustling coming from a curtain - Shadowheart's, perhaps - and you fear the worst.

Near the point of no return, he struggles out of your warm, soft body, so different from his own, picking you up without explanation and carrying you to his tent with no effort. He leans you between the pillows and then searches for something in what you think is his backpack; being an elf he will surely be able to see something, but to you, almost everything's black. You feel him approaching you again, entering you in one fluid movement, this time without holding back moans.

"Come again for me, my dear." You hear him unfurl a scroll and whisper something - a spell of silence- then a flash of purple light breaks the darkness, allowing you to see his profile. He pleads you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. You almost run out of breath from the position, as his erection kisses the depths of your body.

You tilt your head, offering your neck. Astarion licks your veins, stroking them with the tip of his nose and growling against your skin as his nails sink into your soft hips. "I-I don't know if I'll be able to stop." Teeth scratch the first layer of skin, making it burn, and you know he is fighting against his nature.

You stroke his hair, bringing his face against you. "I'll stop you if it happens," you reassure him. What you feel next is something you felt before: a stinging, similar to the needles that pierced your skin just before; then the languid liquid heat loosens the muscles in your shoulders. You arch your back and he begins thrusting again, drinking in your life. You scream his name, your vision goes white. You suddenly feel a new sensation: pulsations, slow and enveloping. Astarion's dead heart rises in you, thanks to the warm, sweet blood. Your movements become ungainly and desperate, and you realize he's close. Although you're almost out of energy, you won't stop him. A second wave of pleasure hits you, this time accompanied by the liquid desire that Astarion pours into you, distorting your name, unable to withdraw his teeth.

Perhaps it is thanks to the tadpoles, but your thoughts merged. The pleasure soars to the point of knocking the air out of your lungs, but it is what happens next that leaves you breathless for real.

Like a spell, you see yourself from Astarion's point of view: when he first saw you, then when he saved you several times from various enemies. In the heat of battle, you often lose sight of what is happening around you. But he has always been your shadow. You see him watching over you at night, unable to rest. And he sees you, your surreptitiously cast glances, your silent healing spells when you saw him exhausted from being feedless, moments in battle when you can't offer your blood. He moves his teeth away from your artery, but not his mouth. He drinks again until the movements of his hips become slower; then he licks the skin to let it heal. One last long, deep thrust, accompanied by equally languid licks, pushes the hot seed into your womb.

You kiss it and the metallic taste of blood teases your tongue. "You have never been alone."

"Neither have you, Astarion. Neither have you."

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion smut #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #reriwrites

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forgeofthenine · 11 months ago

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im sorry but please just imagine a tail-having tav (dragonborn, tiefling, etc.) getting into a fight with our bachelors, and at the end of the day when they gently slide into bed by their partner, back to back, tav slowly links tails with them UEUEUEDUFH IM SOFT

When it's not enough to be a big, blowout fight but it's just enough to warrant a little time away from each other the rest of the day. You're already in bed and they fully expect not to hear a peep out of you until morning, and then after only a couple of minutes of being in bed your tail slowly wraps around yours. The way they let out a little breath, curling theirs even tighter over yours, the two of you sleeping back to back and touching each other for the whole night.

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an-excellent-choice · 6 months ago

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Sooo, I want to know lore wise why did your Tav's let Volo do his surgery on your Tav. Like was it because they were desperate, curious or some other reason?

Please add a before and after picture of your Tav's eyes if you can!

Personally, Audhild is just a dumbass (Canonically has 8 Int)

She got into talking into Volo while her friends ( my friend's Tavs) was busy with the other companions. She was convinced it could work.

Well, she lost an one of her glow in the dark eyes. A friend hated it as they like how Audhild's eyes originally looked.

After everything though, Audhild still likes Volo because he's silly bard. (She is still unaware that Volo is not a bard)

@spellbooking @elspethdekarios @steamclouds @sorceresssundries I'm tagging you peeps because maybe you guys have a Tav victimized by Volo 😗

#bg3 #tav time #tav #bg3 tav #bg3 volo #Volothamp Geddarm #i want to see your tavs #please do this thread

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bareee · 8 months ago

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ALL RIGHT PEEPS! SOUND OFF!

I need everyone’s help cause I know I’m dumb, I made a template draft for at least my own personal Tav-Dex since now it’s growin to the point I wanna keep up with the insanity. What I need is yal’s help with is there aaaaany other info that isn’t in this picture that would be good to know/fun to add info wise that I am missin. I’ve gone over many Tav/Durge info pages for help with ideas already. Thank ya for anyone’s assistssss

AND while I’m in the neighborhood and for my simplicities sake @jeeaark @tcustodisart @fandomchokehold If you’d be so kind to my sanity and send info to fill these things in so I shall fill in a more official Tav-Dex info card with yal’s peeps. Me havin to hunt down where I could have crammed what Info I collected in whatever basement of mine I’m scared I’ll get lost and never return… Which is the point of these cards XD should have done this from the beginnin but eh. Thank you @mistercrowbar for getting me in the groove and excited to actually get shit done,I should have what I need for Croissant and Aldiirn since yal were recent…I hope.mmmmm maybe…maybe not

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #tav #tav template #Help my brain pwease #its dyin

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reverieblondie · 3 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Hello! I promise I have not disappeared I've just been hammering away on my WIPS, with working having started up for me again it's been an adjustment to find time to write. Hopefully that changes soon!

My list of thinks I've been working on:

Taste so sweet

Oops

Zevlor with ex-goddess

Dark Prince Rolan: Chapter 2

Remember Me: part 2

Now, snippets for your enjoyment,

Taste so sweet:

“Just one kiss huh? You sure about that Tav?” - Gods… does his voice get richer by the day? Is it the drink or has he always been this alluring and down right cocky?

You place your hand to his knee feeling the heat that radiates from underneath the cloth of his pants, your smile is all desire and taunts, “Well, unless you beg me for more…”

Rolans smile widens before he looks over his shoulder to see Lia dancing with Karlach and Shadowheart, while Cal plays with the braids in Lae’zels hair as she speaks of her last adventure. Rolan turns back to you, his hand coming over yours as he tries to mask his grin but failing horribly.

“Well, let’s find somewhere more…private perhaps…”

It's then you tugging his hand, having him follow your swaying trail, as you two make your way to a dark closet located in the back of the tavern…

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You practically push him into the isolated room and shut the door behind you, Rolan manages a laugh before he's grabbing your face and pulling you closer to crash into his soft lips. Rolan guides your body to press against his and you can’t help but gasp at the seer heat of him, every part feels so good and his body is so warm. His knee slips between your legs and he gathers a fist full of your hair in his clawed hands, nothing to hurt but just to feel the want burning through him. It's while he’s casually adjusting you to straddle his knee that a stray thought crosses your mind, he's…good at this?

Oops...:

You're still unclear exactly why this started happening, maybe it's something he does to his other 'Client's’ or maybe it's in the contract? Well, other than him randomly popping in he's not bothering anything… not really...

You pause before inserting your key through your door, maybe you could get him to help with chores. Images of Rapheal helping you fold your linens, washing dishes, and helping cook run through your mind. Though the images of Raphael makes a warmth spread over your face, you're pretty sure the princelying is a bit too prim for all of that work. Perhaps he could be taught? Or maybe useful in other ways.

Before those thoughts can bloom you turn the key and enter your home. Once in you place your keys on the hook and put down your bag, You pause for a second before taking the chance,

"Hello Raphael~"

"Welcome home Mouse~” Raphael's smooth voice purrs out from the direction of your small living room. Looks like your guess was spot on.

Walking in further you make your way to your kitchen you peep at Raphael looking perfectly at home lounging back on your chaste. It's not until you're putting away your groceries from the market that Raphael's looking up from this book. A small smile curls to his lips as he peeks at your form, so relaxed these calmer days.

Dark Prince Rolan Chapter 2:

Tav leans out of the window letting the chill over take her, she really shouldn't ne nervous... The prince- the King, Rolan is just a guy... and married couples do this all the time after their weddings... Plus its not like she is disappointed, he is handsome. Though she had hoped they would have talked a bit more after the ceremony to make this less nerve wracking. Perhaps that's what he likes... hearts racing, body shaking with uncertain anticipation, getting to know each others bodies first when everything is still painstakingly new. The first conversation with one other leading to tasting his breath.

A sudden rush floods over Tav's body making her blood feel hot, seluna help her... Closing the window back Tav finishes getting read, trying not to over think it. Sitting on the canopy bed Tav rubs the fragrance oils to soften her skin and to smell nice... hopefully this will impress him.

Tav pauses from rubbing the oil into her skin, impress him? Why impress him... well there's the obvious, but this...

Tav lays down and turns to the flicking flame, maybe she should snuff them out... or maybe that's for him to do... he could probably pinch it out with his fingers, the heat having no effect on his warm skin. Closing her eyes she imagines his warmth she has felt against her cheek just hours ago... The room bathed in darkness, the only light streaming from the window in a soft silver beam and two glowing eyes shinning in the darkness... Then he steps closer... and this feels real...

Slowly Rolan approaches, his lips in a smirk as he gets closer to her. Tav feels all the blood in her body rush to her face,

"Rolan-"

She's cut off by the feeling of his hands on her shoulders and his body now so close. The warmth just like at the ceremony... "I'll be gentle princess, I promise"

His voice rings through the darkness causing Tav to release a wanting yes. His touch now feeling like it's causing fire to run through her body. Tav keeps her eyes fixed on his as he slowly lowers her down. Rolans clawed hand starts to run down her silk slip as the other starts to undo his shirt. before she knows it the dark princes bare chest is over her as his sharp nails trace the soft skin of her thighs, inching underneath the hem of her slip. Tav's thighs tighten in response her heart racing... then his finger traces the wet spot of her underwear, now he knows how aroused she is... and he's loving every second of her embarrassment.

Hope you are looking forward to the stories! let me know what you think!

#wip #my wips #snippets #bg3 #bg3 rolan #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan bg3 #rolan x reader #baldurs gate 3 raphael #raphael x reader #raphael #bg3 fic #bg3 raphael #bg3 fics

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oops-all-concrete · 9 months ago

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Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

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