#tav: don't think about it... don't- 🔞🔞🔞

[sovereign-spaw]

Pre-relationship Tav x Emperor is so funny and cute to me

Fact is, they've got a crush on the mindflayer, they think it's handsome.

Unfortunately, they think about that a lot, forgetting he can probably hear them, so much of their days are spent like this;

Tav, thinking: The Emperor is so cute I wonder if I have a chance-

Tav: ...

Tav, thinking: I forgot he can hear my thoughts- he can't possibly be listening to all of them, right? Right. He has better things to do. I'm sorry if you heard that, please ignore it

He heard all of it

It will not ignore any of that

[dynjas]

@naariel I'm finally finished! Here's the Fanfic inspired by your stunning artwork!

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Getting too comfortable

🔞 Halsin X fem!reader, virgin reader, first kisses, first times, masturbation

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You hear huffing and groaning inside of Halsin's tent and you begin to worry.

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Originally you were on the way with the others into town to visit some bar and Halsin decided to stay behind - wanted to enjoy the little bit of nature he got left outside of Baldurs Gate.

You on the other hand decided halfway that you preferred to stay behind too - maybe spend some time alone with the man you had a crush on as big as himself.

So you excused yourself with 'an sudden stomach ache and Halsin would totally know what to do'.

You were met with knowing smirks and Astarion couldn't waste this opportunity to tease you.

"Well, of course he would know how to HELP you, darling."

The rest was snickering behind their hands but you just rolled your eyes. "Well, I'm going. I wish you fun at the bar!"

You waved over your head as you turned around on your way back to camp.

Cheers and and good lucks and Astarions "Let your cherry pop!" were heard behind your back and you couldn't fight the blush.

You never trusted or felt enough for anyone to have sex with. But with Halsin? You shook your head.

You just wanted to spend some time with him, maybe reading or watching him whittle. Maybe he would even make you something.

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But here you are now - kneeling before his tent with worry inside every fiber of your heart. He sounds so.... breathless. Nearly pained. You want to rush inside and make sure he's fine but something holds you there.

Was that a moan just now?

Before you can stop yourself, you reach out for his tent flap so you can see what is going on - his name dying on your chocked breath.

He isn't in pain, far from it. His head thrown back on his bedroll, eyes closed, left hand fisted in his silky brown locks, lips slightly parted while another moan falls from them.

Your eyes travel from his gorgeous face down to his pecs. Your breath hitches while your eyes travel down his stomach and you can nearly feel your heart jumping out of your throat when you reach where his right hand is.

He's leisurely stroking his massive cock - At least you think it is big, because you really never saw one. But you would say it's size is fitting to his height.

After a while of silently watching him, you feel the need in you rise to touch yourself too. You're still sitting in his 'doorway' but before you can really think about it your hand slowly - silently - slides down over your stomach. Until you sneak your fingers under the waistband of your leggings and underwear.

When your fingers touch your already swollen and wet clit you can't help and let out a whimper - and that stops the magic.

Halsin's eyes snap open, slightly glowing this beautiful golden, the hand on his cock stilled at it's thick base, the tip glistening in the warm candlelight.

You shudder at this sight and the movement causes your clit to brush against your fingers again wich causes you to moan.

At this your eyes snap back to his and you realise he's staring at you - eyes glowing, teeth biting at his bottom lip. You see his right arm twitching as if it's hard to hold still. To not touch himself while looking at you with your fingers between your legs. Because of him.

Another whimper falls from your lips, but you don't move.

"Tav" Halsin's voice is deep and hoarse and you feel yourself getting even wetter.

"I think I got a little too comfortable here - thinking I'm alone."

Lowly chuckling he's slowly getting into a sitting position, eyes never leaving you, still glowing with desire but his brows furrow slightly as if he's concerned.

Who could be mad at him? He most certainly wanted to take some time for himself only for you to sneak up on him and even masturbating at the sight of him pleasuring himself.

"Halsin, I -" you want to start your apology, but he shakes his head and reaches his hand out to you.

"Don't apologise. We're just following our instincts. Like -"

"Like nature intended." You breathe out.

He smiles at you and gently grips the wrist of your hand that's still between your legs. Slowly pulling your sticky fingers out of your pants and in his direction.

At the sight of your own arousal covering your fingers his eyes begin to glow again.

But he's just looking, not doing anything, as if uncertain.

"You know..." He starts again.

"Since the shadow curse, I never really thought about seeking out another for.... intimacy. A lover."

His eyes fall on yours and you shiver at his intense stare, feel the goosebumps rising.

"Being archdruid didn't help either and my mind was always occupied and in the blink of an eye a whole century went by."

You see his face fall slightly and you want to caress away his worried expression. But before you can reach out, Halsin's hand softly tightenes on your wrist he's still holding and begins to speak again.

"But since I joined you and especially since lifting the curse there is a hunger in me - a passion - that just won't be sated. Even the bear can't calm down this hunger. And oak father preserve me, I would have already shown all my desire to you..."

His words trail off and you know exactly what he wants to say and you feel a pang in your heart.

"If I wasn't a virgin, you would have already had sex with me?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he still hears you.

Halsin's thoughtful expression changes to a surprised one. But then he smiles softly.

"Tav, just because you had sex before doesn't mean you sleep with everyone who wants to sleep with you. There are some out there who do this, but not me. I need to have a connection with this person. And I never felt such a strong one before you." He's softly pulling at your wrist again, so you can sit beside him on his bedroll. You try really hard to ignore his still naked and absolute gorgeous body, while being totally overwhelmed by his words.

Halsin chuckles beside you as he notices your stare.

"I can cover up, if you're uncomfortable to see...the evidence of my desire for you."

"Gods, please don't."

You can't help moaning out your response without a thought and his still hard member twitches happily.

Your eyes are still glued to the massive thing between Halsin's legs so you don't notice that he lifts your still sticky fingers to his lips. Only after the first lick of his big, hot and wet tongue you snap your head up to look at his face.

And gods, you need to suppress another moan, but a hoarse "Halsin" slips out anyway.

"You're delicious, my heart."

Another lick. "I'm honoured that you're producing this absolutely delicious honey for me. I would love to taste it from you directly."

His eyes are golden and intense on yours again but you see the question in his eyes.

Before you can try to think clear again he adds "If you trust me enough to give yourself to me. Because I don't think I'm able to hold back once I tasted you. You should know that my heart doesn't stir lightly...." He's taking a deep breath.

"But it does now. I knew you were special from the first moment I saw you. And while you shouldered my burden with me, my heart grew attached to you. But when I found out you never felt the touch of another.... I was afraid. Afraid I would be too much - too overwhelming. You know that I have trouble controlling the bear when my blood boils too hot, so -"

You lay your free hand on his cheek and interrupt his rambling softly.

"Shhh, all is good. I don't know who told you that you're too much, but I want you Halsin. All of you. "

You're face is already flaming but it gets even hotter with your next words.

"You don't know how often I touched myself in lonely nights, wishing you were the one touching me. I long for your touch but you never showed this kind of interest in me, so I was happy that I had at least the privilege to bask in your presence, your kindness."

He presses a kiss to your knuckles at your words, and continues to listen.

"Since you joined us I feel so much lighter. You're so goddamn kind, I don't know where to put all the feelings that grow every time I watch you... being you. So kind, generous, patient. So... absolutely stunning handsome."

You both laugh. "My heart, I fear you're describing yourself here. I mean, you shouldered my century old burden on your already heavy shoulders and after we survived a literal god you just smiled it off as if you... I don't know. As if you didn't do anything. But you did everything. You freed Thaniel, Moonrise Towers, Aylin and Isobel could finally be reunited...and you saved me. I can finally move on. And I would love to do that with you by my side. If you'd have me."

Halsin puts his big hands on both sides of your face and brings your forehead to his, so close you can almost taste him.

You suck in an unsteady breath before speaking.

"Without you and the others I would be nowhere. I wouldn't have been able to save the grove alone. Wouldn't be able to save you! I'm so glad I've got to meet you. I love you, Halsin!"

Happy tears fill your eyes but you don't care. You throw your arms around his neck and crash your lips to his.

He let's out a surprised moan at this, but he's quick to kiss you back and tangle his big hands in your hair.

"I love you too, my heart. I'm thankful for every moment I'm able to spend with you."

Your heart grows at his words and you just press yourself more into him, trying to taste more of him.

He's moving his lips against yours and you try to follow his lead but you don't really know what to do.

Halsin seems to notice your misery and smiles against you. "We have enough time to practice, little one. Enough time to find our own rhythm."

His words soothe you and you smile up at him, reaching out to give him another kiss - this time a little more confident.

He's slowly pushing you back onto his bedroll - giving you enough time to push him away. But you don't - even pulling him with you, spreading your legs so he can settle in between them.

With both his hands on either side of your head he's smiling down at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that you feel tears welling up again.

But before any tears can fall he's already there - kissing both of your eyes.

"You are certain you want this, my love? I really don't know if I can hold myself back, I don't want to hurt you."

He's looking down at you, while you just nod.

"I'm not really sure what to expect but I want it - I want you, Halsin. I've wanted you for a while now and I'm so happy that you feel the same about me."

Now you can't stop some tears from flowing, but Halsin is there again. Kissing them away and then your lips.

You open your mouth to let out a surprised moan but Halsin sneaks his tongue into your mouth and muffles the sound.

You only part after needing air and you smile shyly up at him. Every touch of him is just so mind-blowing that you don't know how to think straight anymore.

While you recover from the kiss you feel Halsin lightly tugging at your clothes.

"Is it okay to undress you, my heart? I wish to gaze on nature's most beautiful creation."

You flush even redder at his words and you only nod, lifting yourself a little so he can undress you completely.

With every piece of clothing gone from your body you hear his breath hitch. Once you're fully naked under him - legs slightly apart, nipples hard, face red and hair disheveled - Halsin is leaning back to look down at you. He let's out a low growl and you shiver.

"Oak Father preserve me... certainly, nature has outdone itself with you. It's beyond me how such a beautiful creature can fall for someone like me."

"Halsin, please. You're perfect and I'm going to show that to you starting tomorrow. But please...do something! I need you!"

You whine at him, fisting the sheets beneath you and lifting your hips.

The flash of gold returns into Halsin's eyes and he smiles lovingly down at you.

"Your wish is my command. Bear with me for a moment."

You want to groan at his pun, but his lips are on yours before you can make a sound.

While he's kissing you senseless again, his hands are slowly traveling down your body. When he reaches your breasts and kneads both lovingly, you both moan into the kiss.

After he seems to have teased your breasts and nipples enough he continues to let his right hand wander down your body, while his other hand is cradling your cheek.

He starts kissing down your neck, over your breasts where he gives each nipple loving kisses and licks.

You moan while tangling your hands in his soft hair while he wanders over your stomach and finally between your legs.

As you feel Halsin's breath on your sensitive clit you begin to squirm. "Halsin....!"

And then his tongue is licking you. You're nearly crying out, holding his hair in a death grip but Halsin doesn't seem to mind that much.

He's just looking up at you to make sure you're okay.

"Gods, you taste divine, my heart." Halsin gives your clit a short kiss and continues to eat you out - holding your tights with his big hands so you don't squish him in between.

You moan loudly and toss your head to both sides, releasing his hair so you can fist the sheets beneath you - nearly tearing them.

When he slips his tongue into your entrance you're seeing stars.

"H-Halsin! I - I think... I'm going to...!"

His licks intensify at that and he releases one of your thighs so he can rub you with his thumb.

You explode with his name on your lips and Halsin drinks everything you have to give him.

Only after you've calmed down Halsin lifts his head and licks his lips.

"That was delicious, thank you."

He comes above you again and gives you a sweet kiss wich you happily reply.

"That was... I never felt like this before. Thank you, Halsin." You're still slightly out of breath but you smile up at him and he's smiling back.

"Oh, but that was just the beginning, my heart. That means, if you're still up for it?"

"As I said - I wanted you for awhile now."

You reach out to him so you can pull him down to kiss him.

Halsin hums against your lips and then sits back, spreading your knees apart.

"Say when it hurts and I'll immediately stop."

His eyes are searching yours, while you nod.

"Say that you understand, Tav. I need you to be completely certain."

"Oak Father, preserve me! Halsin, when you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to fuck you!"

His eyes widen in shock at your outburst, but then he chuckles.

"We can remember that for a later occasion, my heart. Now - relax for me."

Your sigh and lie back again, relaxing your body as good as you can while Halsin is positioning himself at your entrance.

His tip is slowly stretching you and you moan out, trying to hold onto something.

Halsin notices that your hand is searching for something, so he reaches one hand out to you and entangles his fingers with yours.

"You're taking me wonderful, my heart. Just a bit more." His voice is hoarse but still soothing.

Your eyes wander between your legs so you can see where you're connected to him, while he's trying to push himself completely inside.

"Oh gods, Halsin! Keep going!"

You throw your head back again and moan loudly.

Halsin growls at that and in one thrust he has bottomed out.

"Tav...! Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

His voice is strained and he's speaking through gritted teeth while trying to hold still. Even now he thinks only about your wellbeing and your heart grows at that.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm so full... finally one with you. Just give me a second."

You're feeling both pleasure and pain but the pain subsides while your walls pulse around Halsin's big cock.

When you feel yourself growing wetter you move your hips a little to rock against Halsin.

His hands squeeze your knees while he's holding your legs apart, breath hitching and growling. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm down, his whole body glistening with a shimmer of gold.

He shakes his head, gripping your legs thighter - surely bruising them - and then he opens his eyes again, the glow disappearing.

"I'm sorry love, I nearly lost myself there." Halsin smiles down at you while you are still dazed about how you can trigger such a strong reaction from him.

Before you can answer him he's already over you again, gripping both of your hands in his and bringing them over your head.

He slowly begins to thrust in and out, so you can get used to him moving inside you.

You cry out in pleasure and just a little bit of pain.

He's filling you entirely each time he's fully inside again and you feel oddly whole. As if he was meant for you - and you for him.

Halsin's pace picks up as he searches your lips for a searing kiss. His tongue licking your lips, caressing your own tongue and moaning into your mouth.

After a while you feel your orgasm approach and you try to encourage Halsin to go faster, so you move with him.

He's picking up on that and releases your hands so he can grip your hips - lifting them from his bedroll and thrusting hard into you.

Your screams and moans are swallowed by his mouth on yours so you grip on his shoulders and surely leave scratch marks.

The thought of marking him gets you even more excited so you try to press yourself tighter around him while he fucks you into oblivion.

With one right angled thrust you throw your head back and scream out in ecstasy - your orgasm shaking your whole body.

You barely register Halsin's ragged breathing and erratic thrusts before he finishes shortly after inside you.

He carefully releases your hips and pulls himself out slowly, still trying not to hurt you.

You giggle at that but your feelings are overwhelmed and tears are quickly flooding your cheeks.

Halsin is on alert ASAP and is looking for any blood or damage he has left - softly wiping you with a wet towel he had beside his bedroll. You shudder, when he touches your overstimulated pussy.

"My heart! I'm sorry, where does it hurt? I'm -"

"Halsin... It's okay. I'm not crying because I'm sad."

You still giggle while wiping your face. Halsin looks utterly confused now.

"I think... I think I'm just too full of your love."

Finally understanding settles into Halsin and he relaxes.

"My heart. Come here to me."

He's lying beside you on his bedroll and wraps you in his strong arms while you slip into the best sleep you ever had.

Halsin is kissing your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you, until he's too exhausted to stay awake himself.

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Meanwhile the rest of the party is back since a while and they all sit at the campfire with red heads.

"Well, her cherry popped profoundly..." Astarion mutters under his breath.

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 27

Prompt: Double Penetration, Two Holes

Pairing: Halsin x Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav

1636 Words

🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

"Halsin will be here in a few days."

"Oh, marvelous. I've been thinking about the big side of beef lately."

"Have you?"

"Mm. I...well."

"What is it?"

Astarion marks his place in his book and sets it aside. He looks at Weft, certain a blush would rise in his cheeks if it could. "I've been thinking I'd like to receive from him."

It takes Weft a moment to process the statement. "Oh!"

"It doesn't have to be a big deal."

"Well, no, not necessarily. But it's alright if it is a big deal."

He pouts at them. "I'm afraid it is a big deal."

"Oh, sweetheart!" They wrap their arms around him, and he's enveloped in their smell, the feel of their skin. "What brought this on?"

"What brought on a desire to get fucked within an inch of my life by our enormous paramour?" He gives them a faux-thoughtful look and they laugh. "The desire has always been there. I suppose that, after the last time we saw him, I greater appreciated how much...trust he has in us."

"Gods! That was something, wasn't it?"

"So I've been ruminating. I'd like him to understand his trust is not misplaced."

"You must really trust him, now, too."

Astarion sighs. "Apparently so."

"If you're only doing it as a gesture..."

"No no, I do want to. I am concerned I may...change my mind once it starts."

"I'll be right there, my love. Neither of us wants you to do something you don't want to."

He smiles at them and draws a thumb across their cheekbone, no words for his appreciation and affection.

"It's never too late to change your mind."

"I know," he says with exasperation. The sincerity is becoming a little much. "Now get me warmed up for the old man, why don't you?"

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"Halsin. I'd like you to take me."

Halsin gives him a surprised smile. "You would?"

Weft and Astarion are leaning against their headboard, he in their arms. Halsin is kneeling at the opposite end, ready to devour or be devoured as they request. This specific request does seem to have thrown him, something Astarion is always pleased to do. He smiles up at him.

"Do you think you can do that for me, Halsin?" he purrs. He sees Halsin's eyes flick up to Weft's, and an actual blush rises in his cheeks.

"Was this your idea, my heart?"

"Gods no, this was all him."

Astarion studies Halsin. "Am I sensing, perhaps, that this is an act of debauchery you have been eager for, Halsin?" He slides out of Weft's arms and kneels in front of him. "Something the two of you have discussed without me?"

"I was advised that, if I wished for it, it would be best to await your suggestion."

Astarion turns to look at Weft, who takes a mock bow. "How sweet of them," he says, and turns back to Halsin. He's really not sure how to proceed, now that they're here. He is still nervous. He is still afraid his old habits will kick in and he'll let anything happen. But...gods. He wants it. He takes Halsin's hand, interlacing their fingers, and he can feel Halsin's blood pounding.

"I may tell you to stop."

"Then I will stop."

"Very well. From behind, if you please."

"As you wish."

Halsin wraps his arm around Astarion's waist and kisses him, and Astarion melts into his embrace. Halsin's hand travels down his back, fingers thread between his cheeks. When Halsin reaches his hole, Astarion shivers in delight and anticipation.

"Get that oil of yours," he breathes.

"Weft–?" Halsin says.

"On it." Weft climbs off the bed and returns in a flash. They hand the bottle to Halsin, and he gently presses on Astarion's shoulders to turn him around.

Astarion stretches out on the bed, spreading for Halsin. His face lands on Weft's thigh where they're kneeling in front of him, and he looks up at them. They're watching him so, so closely.

"I'm here," he murmurs at them, "I swear."

"I'm with you," they reply, placing their hand on his cheek.

"Astarion," Halsin says, and they both turn to him. His hand has two oiled fingers hovering near Astarion's ass. "I don't wish to surprise you."

"Mm, I'm open to good surprises." He smiles at Halsin and shakes his ass.

Halsin chuckles. "You've already given me one." He draws a circle around Astarion's hole, making him shiver, then drives both fingers in at once.

Astarion hums in pleasure and looks back to Weft. Though their cheeks are high in color, he senses trepidation in them. He opens his mouth against their thigh, dragging his fangs lightly across their skin. Why does he always want something in his mouth when there's something in his ass?

"Don't be jealous, my darling," he says, cheek pressed to their skin.

"Oh? And which of you am I meant to be jealous of?"

"Halsin, obviously." This makes them laugh, and he's relieved.

"Hm, perhaps I'm enjoying you being someone else's problem for once."

"I'm sure I'll trouble you before the night is through. Oh, mm." He looks back at Halsin. "You're sure that's still just your fingers?"

"Believe me, Astarion, you will know when I switch."

"Mhm? Show me."

Halsin gives him a solid look, unwavering and searching. It makes his chest swell. He shifts his arms, wrapping them around Weft's legs, and nods at Halsin.

Astarion releases a shaky moan as Halsin's cock enters him. Oh, he can tell the difference alright. He's being stretched to his limit, and it's everything he wanted. He braces himself against Weft's thigh, his cheek digging into them with each thrust from Halsin. Their fingers are in his hair, and they're cooing gentle praise at him. And he agrees. He's doing so good.

A mad pleasure pulses through him, and he's grateful there's no need to express it because he could not find the words. He finds that he's drawing his tongue up the inside of Weft's thigh, and they're shivering under him.

"Weft," he says, and his voice comes out thick like honey. He looks up into their eyes. They search him for distress and he prays they don't imagine any.

"All good?" they ask.

"Yes. Weft, I–don't you dare!" He turns his head to look at Halsin over his shoulder. "Don't you dare stop." When Halsin picks up speed again, he looks back to Weft.

"My love. I want you in my mouth."

"You aren't serious."

"Weft I need you in my mouth. Mnm!" Halsin pumped deep into him at that, and it thrills him. "Now."

He sees them look to Halsin, some communication passing between them. He eyes their erection, twitching so near his face. Weft presses a thumb below his eye and he looks back to them. He hopes he looks as pretty as he thinks he does, enough they'll give him what he's craving.

"How will you tell me if you need to stop?"

He gives his usual answer. "Tap your leg three times."

"Good. Will you open for me?"

He lets his jaw drop, and when their cock hits his tongue, he moans. He lets Halsin's thrusts do the work, pushing and pulling him off of Weft. Their fingers are in his hair again, firm but not pulling. Weft's breathing gets ragged, and a satisfaction passes through him.

He feels full to the brim. His body, of course, but something indefinable, too. Weft's hitched breaths, Halsin's throaty grunts, they make his head spin with joy, and he somehow aches for them, even now, with both of them inside him.

"Halsin," Weft says, and Astarion wishes he could see him. "Keep going. Don't come yet."

"Yes," Halsin says, effort in his voice.

"Mm." Astarion is looking up at Weft, trying to communicate but unwilling to let go of their cock. They look at him.

"What is it, my perfect man?" He rolls his eyes back toward Halsin. "Are you saying it's alright if he comes?" Astarion nods gently. He pulls partway off Weft's cock and then plunges back down. They shiver and stroke his hair. "Do you want Halsin to fuck you until he comes?" He nods again.

They look at Halsin. "You heard him, Halsin. Unleash yourself."

"Yes," Halsin repeats, and his grip on Astarion's hips gets tighter. Astarion moans around Weft's cock as Halsin plunges into him, faster and deeper than before, his stomach and thighs pressing against Astarion's ass. He drinks in the feeling of it, and the feeling of Halsin's come spilling inside him. Halsin falls against him and pulls out, making Astarion shudder. He can feel something dripping down his balls and he relishes it.

Weft gently pulls out of him, too, and guides him to lie on the bed beside them. "You don't want me to finish you?" he asks and they shake their head.

"I want to kiss you." They pull his face to theirs and do just that. Halsin tucks in behind him, throwing an arm over his stomach. He rests his face against Astarion's shoulder and breathes deeply.

Astarion moves his hips, pressing his erection to Weft's, and they respond in kind. Their kisses and movements are languid, as though they are in no hurry. This moment could last forever. Halsin's hand finds the tips of their cocks and they gasp into each other's mouths.

"Is my hand unwelcome?"

"No," Weft says, and Astarion's mouth moves to their neck. "Very welcome."

He cups his hand around their heads and they thrust against it. Astarion comes first, with a soft sound into Weft's collarbone, and they come shortly after. Weft takes Halsin's hand and squeezes it. Halsin pulls closer, shifting them all on the bedspread. Caught between their bodies, Astarion feels utterly whole.

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 21

Prompt: Lingerie Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav 1688 Words

🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

“You like gifts, don't you, Astarion?”

“Oo, what have you gotten me this time?”

Weft hands him a long, flat, paper box, and he opens it eagerly. Inside, nestled in paper, are three articles of clothing, though, he thinks, one would hardly count as “dressed” if wearing them. A gauzy robe with velvet floral designs, a narrow corset in black and silver, and a spit of fabric he assumes is underwear, though it’s difficult to be sure.

“Oh, darling,” he says, “they’re gorgeous. How do you always know just the thing?”

Weft beams at him. “Are you going to try them on or what?”

“Trying them on, then or what.” He waggles his eyebrows at them as he hops to the next room, and they laugh.

The whole get-up fits him perfectly–of course. Weft knows his measurements as well as their own at this point. He looks down at himself, idly regretting his lack of reflection. He must look damn good. The panties have no seat at all, just three straps to hold the front in place, and the robe has a long slit up the back that ends above his tailbone. “How saucy,” he purrs to himself.

He returns to the boudoir, striking a pose against the doorway. “Well! It seems I’m not the only one who got a new outfit.”

Weft is also striking a pose, demurely holding their own ephemeral robe closed, entirely failing to conceal themself beneath it. “I wanted us to feel pretty all of a sudden, so I ordered these. That was four months ago, of course, but fortunately I”m still in a pretty mood. Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I feel like I’m floating.” He twirls over to them, enjoying the rise and fall of the delicate garment. “Like I’m the prettiest harlot at the orgy. And you! Why you're easily the second prettiest.”

Weft laughs. “I’m glad. And you’re having the effect on me I was hoping for.”

“Oh, that’s what I like to hear.” He slides a finger up the edge of his robe in the front, drawing it off his shoulder and just barely letting one nipple show. “Is this what you like, my sweet?”

Weft bites their lip, and reaches out to trace a line up his ear to its point and back to his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch. “You do look ravishing,” they murmur.

He opens his eyes and looks up at them through his eyelashes. “Then ravish me, darling.” Some emotion crosses Weft’s face and it gives him pause. “Is something the matter?”

“No, I...sorry, it’s stupid.”

“Tell me.”

“I was just thinking how…” they sigh, color rising in their cheeks. “How there was a time when this wouldn’t have been alright, when you didn’t want me to...look at you...the way I’m looking at you now.” He can tell there’s a hesitancy they still feel, a holdover from that time, now years past. He places his hand over theirs on his face. “Sorry. I’m just happy to see how far you've come.”

“Credit where it’s due, my darling. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

They smile. “Good for us.”

“Good for us! Now how about that ravishing?” He turns to show them the back of his underwear. “I assume that was what you had in mind when you bought me panties without an ass.”

“When I what? Oh no.” Weft is looking at him with a hand hiding their smile. “I’m so sorry, love, I think there's been a mixup.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t mean for me to have my whole backside hanging out?” He raises an eyebrow at them and smirks. “For easy access?”

“No, it’s for a tail!” They turn to show him theirs, and sure enough, the straps that he had found a little mysterious fit perfectly over their tail. “They must have taken my order wrong. Oh, your robe too! I’m sorry, darling, I’ll send them back and get you the right ones.”

“Excuse me! We will not be sending back a thing.... You are welcome to purchase me an additional set, however.” He reaches into their robe through the tail slit and pinches their ass cheek. They let out a yelp and slap at his hand, laughing. “Here I was, thinking you had an incredible sexy idea, and it was just a great sexy idea with an incredible accident.”

“You have a point.” Weft wraps their arms around his corseted waist and pulls their bodies together. Their cocks collide, nestled as they are in luxurious silk. He lets out a soft sound, and grinds his hips into theirs.

“Besides, darling,” he says, “I hope to leave these in a state that means they’re beyond sending back to the store.”

Weft kisses him. They draw their hands down his torso and cup his ass cheeks, extra perky as they are. He snakes his arms around their neck and jumps up. They catch him, like he knew they would, and carry him to their bed. 

Astarion falls on his back on the bedspread and they climb on top of him. He traces a hand around one of their breasts hanging over him, drinking in his partner’s beauty. They slide his robe off his shoulder and kiss the spot left bare, trailing down to his nipple. He hums at the flick of their tongue and bucks his hips up into them. He strains to reach behind them and unbuckle their underwear. They make a noise against his chest as he leverages his feet to scoot the panties off of them.

“Ready to go?” they ask, rubbing their erection against him.

“Gods, just flip me over already! Ah!” Weft does as he suggests and he finds himself facedown. They plant more soft kisses on his neck as they summon a bottle of oil to their hand. He shivers when their slick fingers enter him. They lay their cheek on his back while they finger him, their skin separated from his old scars by the thin layer of gauze. He still can’t feel, in the lines where he was once mutilated, but the treatments he’s been using have softened the skin, and the uncut places can feel Weft’s touch more easily.

Weft sighs against him. “I could finger you forever, you know.”

“Mn, darling,” he says, head swimming with pleasure, “I would hardly complain if you did.”

“I don’t have to worry about finishing too soon, and I can go anywhere on your body.” He feels them shifting, moving down, and the absence of their warmth strikes him. He rises to his elbows so he can turn and see them where they’ve settled, between his legs.

They draw their tongue across one of his cheeks, making him shiver, and the hand that isn’t inside him gently rolls his balls through the silk that cups them. He moans and drops his head, still keeping one eye on them over his arm. They’re looking at him with something like wonder in their eyes, then flash him an embarrassed smile. “You look so good, my love.”

His chest tightens, and he smiles at them. “Is that my best angle?” They laugh, and press a kiss between his cheeks, above their fingers. They press harder on his balls, making him gasp in pleasure. “Oh, Weft,” he moans, “don’t stop, darling.”

“Mhmn.” They keep him suspended like that, moaning, toes curling, chest aching for them. Then he speaks, with a hint of a whine.

“Weft. You could finger me forever. But…” He pauses. “I do love to be–ah–filled by you.”

They hiss the word “Fuck.” He manages a throaty laugh. “You always know just what to say.”

“Please my love,” he says softly, “let me take you to the hilt. Ah–” Their hands slip away from him and then their body is hovering over him again. He watches them apply oil to their cock, twitching in anticipation, before they guide it inside him. “Gods,” he blurts out, “my darling, yes.”

They fall around him, their thighs touching his thighs, their breasts dropping against his back, their hands, one gripping his hip and the other by his elbow on the bed. Weft pants into his hair and a wave of pleasure radiates down his body from the feel of their warm breath on his scalp. “Fuck,” they hiss again, “my beloved beloved.”

“Yes,” he breathes, “you’re perfect. Weft, please. Ah–” They press in and out of him, making small high cries into his hair with each plunge in. “Yes, that’s it, please–” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. What more could they possibly give? Weft is inside him, filling him, their body surrounding him, swallowing him up. He is whole, complete, with them inside him. Astarion digs his face into the bed.

Weft’s cock hits the spot deep inside him that makes him see stars and he gasps. “That’s it,” he cries desperately, “that’s it, you’re right there don’t stop!” He moans, his voice getting louder and higher, until he comes, filling the silk surrounding his cock.

“Oh my love, oh beloved.” Weft wraps their arm tight across his stomach and slams into him four more times, then finishes, with their face against his neck. He reaches an arm up past his head and grasps at them, getting a fistful of their robe. They cling to his corseted torso, holding him close. “Astarion. My love.”

“Weft, my sweet.” He turns beneath them and they pull out of him as he rolls. His hands find their face, his thumbs caressing their cheekbones. “My beauty.” He pulls their face down for a kiss and they lay their body on him, their weight pressing him to the bed. He’s indescribably happy.

Weft breaks the kiss and lifts their hips off of his. “You were right, my love.”

“Mm?”

They reach between their bodies and draw a finger under the top edge of his underwear, damp from his spending. “These are not going back to the store.”

He barks a laugh. “You couldn't pry them from me, anyway.”

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 4

Prompt: Rimming Pairing: Gale x agender halfling Tav 756 Words

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"Where shall I take us tonight? A deserted beach, perhaps?"

"Actually, Gale, while I appreciate the offer, I would like to lie with you here, on this plane."

"What? You're��you're sure?"

Thistle laughs, and laces their fingers with his. "Of course I'm sure. You gave me a beautiful gift before, but I'd like to– I'd like to show you what I can do, too." They pause. "If you want to, that is?"

"Well I…! Of course I want to. You're sure you wouldn't rather–"

"Sweetheart. Trust me that I will make sure you enjoy yourself just as much with your body as you did with your mind." The expression on their face makes Gale's pulse quicken. He swallows.

"Then…yes."

Thistle guides his face down to theirs with one hand. Before they go further Gale breaks the kiss. "Let me conjure a bed and…sound-proof sphere, at least."

Thistle laughs. "Alright." In moments, they're on a large, plush mattress, with a ceiling of twinkling stars above them. Thistle sighs. "Oh Gale."

"What? You don't like it?"

They sigh. "It's beautiful, my dove. You really don't have to go to any trouble."

"It's no trouble," Gale says, and reaches for Thistle. They crawl across the bed to him, kneeling between his legs. They kiss him, deeply, and he feels the metal stud in their tongue. He wonders idly how it might feel in other places, and pulls Thistle closer.

Thistle shifts, maintaining the kiss but reaching down between his legs. Their fingers play at his entrance.

Gale breaks the kiss with a gasp. "Oh, that's—" Thistle is touching his face with their other hand, and their thumb traces across his cheekbone. They look at him, their eyes so gentle.

"Only if you want to," they murmur.

"I do," he breathes, "quite desperately, in fact."

Thistle smiles, and Gale's heart melts.

"Come to the edge of the bed?"

Gale does as Thistle asks. They step to the floor and kneel on the Weave-summoned rug. He can barely see their eyes over the bed. "Mm. Could you, um, make the bed shorter?" Thistle asks. The legs shrink, and their face gradually becomes visible.

"See?" Gale says. "Magic is still good for some things."

Thistle raises an eyebrow at him, then wraps their arms around his thighs. They plant a kiss at the softest part of his skin, and Gale shivers. "So are bodies." Thistle trails kisses down his thigh, draws the tip of their nose through the hair at his crotch. They wrap their lips around his cock and pull it into their mouth.

Gale throws his head back and moans. He was right about the tongue piercing. He can feel it, a tiny ball of pressure, moving up and down the shaft. He tries not to buck into Thistle's mouth, but he can't help it, and they hum when he does. It's so much, it's too much, their mouth on him, but he doesn't want to come, he doesn't want this to end so soon.

"My blossom, I'm sorry, I don't think I'm going to last long."

They release his cock from their mouth and lean back from him. They say nothing, just hold his gaze for a moment. "It's alright, Gale, I don't need incredible stamina from you. But if you'd like to put it off, there's plenty else I can do."

Gale's mind is blank. He can't even imagine right now what those other things could be. He just nods, and Thistle leans in toward him again.

Instead of approaching his cock, Thistle goes lower, and Gale twitches in shock when their tongue touches his hole. "Thistle," he breathes, "good gods, are you, ah!" He falls back to the bed again. Thistle's piercing is doing work once again, tracing circles inside him. They close their lips around him and the pressure threatens to send him over the edge. He can feel their saliva dripping between his cheeks and he feels— well, filthy. Their two sticky, sweaty bodies moving together is something he isn't used to, anymore. He's aching for it to never end.

Suddenly, he falls over the edge, and comes. His legs tense around Thistle's head, and Thistle sits up with what appears to be a look of delight on their face.

"You came just from that?"

"Gods, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"Gale," Thistle says. "I'm taking it as a compliment. Really. Now should I tuck you into bed, or do you want to see if you can come again?"

Gale gasps. "Well option two, obviously!"

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 12

Prompt: Costumes Pairing: Halsin x nonbinary tiefling Tav 1349 Words

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“Is this how it’s meant to fit?”

Halsin looks up at Weft as they enter the room, and his heart skips a beat.

“I’m trying to fit in around here, you know, so it wouldn't help much if I look like a tourist who doesn't know which way of their trousers is the front.”

“It appears to fit quite well,” Halsin says, rising from his chair and approaching them. “Perhaps a little, hm, tight in the chest.”

“Really?” Weft looks down at their body, scrutinizing their outfit. It’s a typical one for those who live in druidic enclaves, like where they are now. He’s never seen Weft in something so…rustic. Usually they dress very smartly. Dignified. Buttoned-up. Now, in borrowed garb from one of his fellow druids, which they are nearly spilling out of in places, he finds they are having an effect on him. “I wasn’t sure if the front was supposed to close all the way or if it’s just a la mode to have your tits out around here.”

“Hm,” Halsin says.

Weft looks up at him, a smile playing on their face. “What?”

“What what?”

“What was that little noise about?”

He feels his cheeks get hot. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Is it the outfit?” they ask, stepping closer to him. “Is that why you look ready to devour me?”

“I’m always ready to devour you, my heart. But you’re right. Those clothes are…quite fetching, on you.”

“Interesting.” They press their body to his and he shivers, places his hands on their upper arms. “Who am I calling to mind, then? A young love? Maybe an instructor you had a childhood crush on?”

“No one in particular,” he says, voice a rumble. “Just remembering my hot-headed youth, when my fellow druids and I would galavant through the forest as we pleased, falling in and out of each other's arms. Before the world weighed heavily upon us.”

“Gods that sounds like fun. Even at my wildest, I still had to get up and go to work in the morning.”

“That hardly sounds wild at all.”

They laugh and hook their fingers into the top of his leggings, drawing them forward under his belly. “You wouldn’t think so, would you? How much time do we have?”

Halsin looks out the window of their temporary home. “Until sunset, so an hour or so.”

“Good. Devour me.”

He lets out a sound not unlike a growl and surges to them, guiding them to a wall. Weft melts in his arms, lacing their fingers into his hair. He draws his nose down their neck to their chest, where their breasts are barely contained by their bodice, and buries his face in their cleavage. He tastes their skin, drunk on their sweat and the smell of leather.

Halsin’s hands go to the ties at the front of their leggings and feverishly undoes them. Weft moves to unlace their bodice but he stays their hands.

“Wait, would you…leave the bodice on?”

Weft smiles, broad with surprise. “Halsin, wanting clothes to stay on? I never thought I'd see the day.”

He chuckles as he kneels to pull their leggings down. “My love, there is still so much for us to learn about each other.”

“Alright!” they say. “Keeping that in mind for the future! Ah–” He takes in their half-hard cock and plays at it with his tongue. It grows in his mouth, and he draws on it with increased fervor. His hands move to Weft’s backside, supporting them against the wall. He makes a small noise when the tip of their cock hits the back of his throat.

“That’s more like it,” he says after pulling off them. He looks up at them, admiring his lover in the soft light of the evening sun. They smile down at him.

“Don't leave me in suspense, beloved.”

“Of course not.” His hand travels between their cheeks and he massages at their entrance. “Would that I could take you back to those days. You would have thrived.”

“Oh? Would you have gotten possessive, to see me having my way with the lads and lasses and whoever else?”

He hums and presses his nose into their thigh. “Hardly. I'm sure I would have competed with the others for your attention. And done anything you asked, most likely.”

“Halsin,” Weft says with a laugh, “how is that different from now? Oh—”

He draws his tongue across the skin at the top of their thigh, making their cock twitch beside his cheek. “If you had asked me to, I would have gladly let another man take me, for your pleasure. Or made your favorite young lady come thrice before you graced me with your touch.”

They release a breathy laugh as he traces his nose across their stomach. “My preferences are already so clear to you, beloved, I’m a bit embarrassed.” 

“So I would have won your favor?”

“Without a doubt. And what if I was the one pursuing you?”

“It would have been a short game.”

He takes them in his mouth again and they sigh in pleasure. He slips a first and then a second finger inside them, and they moan. As he pulls off and on them, again and again, they say “I would have been hard pressed to resist you, I think, but I would have enjoyed putting you in your place, too. Young, brash, cocky. I would have been delighted to play with you. Oh, yes, darling.”

Their grip on his hair tightens and he moves faster, the fingers in their ass swirling. When he feels them tense, he pulls off, letting their seed fly across his face, catching him from below his eye down to his chin. They gasp to see him, and he grins when they hide half their face with one hand. “You’re mad,” they sigh, blushing deeply. “Let me clean you up.”

He lets them pull him standing and they drag their tongue across the skin of his face, making him shudder. They smile at him, so fondly. “That would have won you my favor for sure.”

“And what does your favor entail?”

Their hands are on his leggings, loosening the laces. “Permission to fuck me, obviously.”

He growls and dives for their neck, lips locked to it as they pull out his cock. When it springs forth, he lifts them by the bare thighs and presses them against the wall. They gasp and scrabble for purchase, their hands gripping a door frame and shelf. Halsin maneuvers his hips so the head of his cock is aligned with their hole, and pushes in.

“Yes,” they moan, “gods.” His fingers dig into their thighs as he moves in and out of them, and he watches their stomach flex to stay upright. Their breasts shake as he thrusts into them, their whole body trembling around him. They cry out in pleasure, their voice filling him with pride. “Gods you’re huge, fuck, fuck me.” Stars burst in his head to hear them, and he pounds harder. He comes with one final thrust and a shudder, and just manages to slip out of them before they both collapse to the floor.

Halsin lays flat on his back, panting, and Weft drapes themself on top of him. They breathe together in contented silence.

When Weft notices how little light is left outside the window, they rise and retreat to the bedroom with their leggings. “There’s towels back here, right?”

“I’m sure,” Halsin calls back. “Check the wardrobe.” After a moment, Weft returns, fully dressed once again, and crouches beside him. They wipe his crotch, making him shiver, and then smile as they tuck him back into his clothes and lace them back up.

“It’s such a pleasure to me,” they say, “that you’ve lived so long. With the life you've led, I feel like I’ll never run out of presents to unwrap.”

He draws his hand down from their stomach to their crotch, and on down their thigh. “And I have the pleasure of unwrapping you.”

“Ha! You sure do, old man.”

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 31

Prompt: Free Day (Biting)

Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav x Halsin

1553 Words

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"My darlings," Astarion says, ending their post-coital silence, "I have an idea." Weft sees some trepidation in his eyes and they watch him carefully. Halsin is lounging on his side and Astarion is leaning against his belly. He reaches over to caress his neck. "I…well you see, I've been admiring this lovely bruise I put on Halsin's throat the other night. He bears it so well."

He pauses, and Halsin tries to guess what he's getting at. "You are always welcome to give me more."

Astarion smiles. "Thank you, but I had surmised as much on my own. And I don't think I will shock or disturb you, Weft, when I say I like to see your neck each morning."

Without thinking they touch the spot where he always bites them. "Neither shocked nor disturbed, no."

He sighs, takes one of Halsin's hands in his, and looks to Weft. "I wonder if I wouldn't enjoy seeing marks you leave on me. I wonder if I wouldn't enjoy…the receiving of those marks."

Weft feels the need to state the obvious. "Well, my love, that would probably be painful for you."

"Yes, and I think that would rather be the point." He smiles wickedly. "And I do wonder what you might do with your fangs if you were given permission to use them."

Weft raises a hand to their mouth, an insufficient attempt to cover their desire. They know he can still see it in their eyes, that the idea is a very tempting one. "I…appreciate the vote of confidence." Halsin laughs, making Astarion shake. "But I have concerns, too. Are you sure you want this? That you will want it once it starts?"

"I'm not in the least sure, but you will both stop if I change my mind." It isn't a question, it's a statement made with utmost conviction. That makes Weft's heart melt, just a little. Astarion looks at them, waiting for their input. It's incredible, still, how much trust he puts in them, to be his guide away from the edge. They consider his suggestion.

"I think you should take a day, think about exactly what you want, and what you would need to be safe."

He's a bit stricken, looking back at them, and they feel a little guilty. He just wanted a bit of fun, but now it's becoming a whole thing. But he knows they're looking out for his well-being, and he nods in agreement. "We can discuss it again tomorrow night." He looks back to Halsin and kisses him on the throat, on the bruise. Weft's belly burns; they want that, too.

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Astarion settles in between Halsin's legs and leans back against his chest. He looks up at Halsin and smiles, and Halsin smiles down at him. "I have you, Astarion."

"Hm hm, you certainly do." Astarion draws a finger across Halsin's bruise again, even fainter now than last night. "And you will rescue me from that brute if they go too far, won't you?"

"Oh, stop!" Weft says. They dig their face into the bedspread and kick their legs. "You're making me feel like a monster!"

"Darling! For what?" He touches their elbow and they look up at him, a playful smile on his face. "For giving me what I've asked for?"

Weft can hear their pulse in their ears. "I know. I…" I have to trust you to know your own limits. But he doesn't want to hear that. That's their own fear talking, and they don't need him to know about it. They need to fall with him.

They crawl toward him and lean their face close to his. "Tell me again what you want."

He takes a sharp breath in and out. "I want you to mark me. I want you to bite me and bruise me and for the gods' sake, if you draw blood, do not let it go to waste." He's staring at them with an intensity they haven't seen in years, but his eyes are wide, open. The vicious line is just a line, but the request is genuine. He's only reiterating what they'd agreed to, after all.

They put a hand to his cheek and he sighs at the touch. "I will mark you, dearest, and when you see those marks, I want you to remember that they were made by someone who loves you." Weft glances up at Halsin then back to Astarion. "If you tell me to stop, I will stop."

"Alright," Astarion says, his voice thick. "Please." Weft kisses his lips, and travels down his body. Their fingers glide over where Halsin's arms are wrapped around his torso, and they slide back down so their chest is flush with the bed. They put their face to the soft place at the edge of his pubic hair, for a breath, then continue until their mouth is on his thigh.

He shivers when they part their lips, their warm breath hitting his cold skin. They draw a wide line with their tongue and let out a genuine sound of pleasure that makes Astarion gasp. "You fiend," he quips, "you desire the taste of my flesh so?"

"Mhmn." They turn their head so their mouth is fully against his skin, and open wide.

The first bite is tentative, a test. They bring their teeth together slowly, waiting for his reaction. He hisses, later than they expected, and then a strained sound when they keep going. When they feel they're in danger of breaking the skin, they stop and look up at him. He's watching them closely, his breath coming in heavy.

"My, look what you've done." They look down and can't help but gasp. They're shocked how little pressure it took to leave marks, and they can see perfect little points where their teeth were. They trace fingers across the mark, intending to comfort but it makes him flinch.

"Oh gods I'm sorry!"

"Sorry!" he says with a breathy laugh. "The words you're looking for are 'you're welcome'. Don't be so delicate on the other side, darling."

"Alright," they say with a laugh, and rub their cheek on the opposite thigh. He hums and smiles down at them, his lips parted in anticipation.

They ease into it again, but they don't hold back this time. When he hisses and moans in pleasure they relent and look at his face again. He's still smiling, his head leaned back onto Halsin's chest. "Mm, that's delicious, darling, just like that." Weft draws their tongue across the wound, and he moans again. They trail a series of quick nips down his thigh, and lick back up to the top. His skin is getting red, the stolen blood in his veins rising to the surface. They brush a hand across it and meet his eyes.

"How have I done so far, my love?"

"Good," he breathes. "Incredible. Would you mind terribly changing sides again?"

Weft moves back to his right leg, looking nearly bare compared to his left. They plant a kiss on their first mark, then set their mouth beside it and bite down.

"Ah!" His flinch almost makes the bite worse, and Weft releases his skin immediately. He's biting his lips, eyes closed.

"Darling!"

Halsin moves a hand to Astarion's chest and searches his face. "Shall we take a break?"

"A moment," Astarion replies. He looks down at Weft and frowns. "Don't look so sad. Please kiss me."

They move to kneel in front of him and hold his face in both hands. He smiles at them, his eyes half opened. They press their lips to his gently, but he kisses them back with force. Weft hums and drinks him in.

They lean back and look into his eyes again. "Stop? Or continue?"

"Just one more," he says, "and make it count. Halsin, take my wrists." Halsin grasps a forearm in each hand and pulls them against Astarion's chest, squeezing them tight. Astarion winces and nods at Weft. "Do it."

They slide back down and resume their position. With a quick look back up at him, where Halsin is holding him in place, Weft bites down again. They ease into it like the first time, and with encouragement from Astarion they don't stop.

"Mmn keep going, yes, keep going. Ah!" Weft tastes blood, Astarion's blood, the iron filling their mouth. Instinctively they suck in, drawing out more. "Yes," Astarion whines, "that's–alright stop stop stop!"

Weft springs back onto their knees and Halsin releases his arms. He slumps, but not far, only leaning forward to brush his fingers at his stinging thighs. A trace amount of his blood smears across his skin. Weft notices the red where Halsin held him; that will surely bruise, too.

"Weft," he says, "my beautiful Weft, fuck me right now."

Weft lets out a hungry sound and surges to him, wrapping him in their arms. They ease him down, and Halsin moves to lay beside them. As Weft prepares to mount him, Halsin strokes Astarion's brow. "Well done."

"Thank you, I rather thought so, too. Mmn, don't just tease me, darling." He looks back to Weft, and they can see clarity in his eyes. Delight, and vulnerability, and all the love anyone could feel.

"Of course not, my love." They enter him, and he sighs in pleasure.

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 26

Prompt: Masturbation

Pairing: Gale x agender halfling Tav

803 Words

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"You don't have to do it if you aren't comfortable, Gale."

"No, it isn't that. I…" He sighs and looks at the conjured ceiling, then back at Thistle. "It's just embarrassing."

Thistle traces a line across his stomach with their finger. "It doesn't have to be. It's not so different from me touching you, is it? Or you touching me." There's a slight smile on their face, only a little more mischievous than usual.

"Oh I don't think you believe that," Gale says, playing at catching them in a lie. "If you did, you wouldn't have an interest in seeing me do it, would you?"

Thistle looks away from him, their smile deepening. "No, you're right about that. I think…it might be instructive to me. I would also, certainly, enjoy it." They look back at him, their big eyes shining. "Would you do it for me?"

He takes a shaky breath. "Yes," he says. "I will. But will you give me something to think about?"

Thistle leans over and kisses him, their tongue breaking the seal of his lips. Gale lets out a quite pathetic little sound when they pull away, and he watches them move back to their side of the bed. They lay on their side, looking at him expectantly.

Gale settles on his back and closes his eyes. He can feel his blush but doesn't let it stop him from licking his thumb and forefinger tip and rubbing them on the head of his cock. Thistle shifts beside him but he doesn't look. He always starts this way, but he realizes Thistle wouldn't know that. Well, they've already learned something, then.

He wraps the rest of his hand around his shaft, keeping his thumb and forefinger in place pinching the head. When he strokes, they move on and off it, providing pressure where it's most desired. He tries not to think about Thistle beside him, fearing that would only make him too nervous, and instead searches for a memory or fantasy to help him along. Everything with Mystra he discarded some time ago, the memories too tainted. During his time of seclusion, he'd had books to keep the imagination fertile. The past few weeks with Thistle, however, have more than replenished his supply.

"What are you thinking about, Gale?" Thistle asks, and Gale is startled into looking at them. He smiles as he turns to face them.

"Just remembering the feel of your tongue piercing on me." He feels ridiculous, looking at Thistle while he pleasures himself, but the look on Thistle's face tells him he shouldn't.

"Where on you?"

Gale gasps and bites his lip. Unconsciously he starts to stroke himself faster. "On my…member."

"Mm," Thistle murmurs, leaning closer to him. Gale realizes they have their hands on their crotch, pressing their erection into their thighs. Gale remembers being caught in their thighs, too. A thrill passes through him and he tosses his head back, letting out a soft sound.

"It's alright if you aren't thinking of me," Thistle says, voice low. "I wouldn't mind if you were thinking about someone else."

"No need," Gale retorts. "You make me feel…like I've never felt before–ah–"

The cringe of embarrassment is still in his chest, but to have Thistle's rapt attention transmutes it into something else, something luminous. He closes his eyes again, and bites the thumb of his free hand. A habit he developed in his younger days, when discretion was necessary, but which he finds he can't go without now. He must look absurd.

He imagines Thistle's fingers in his mouth instead, pressing against his tongue, and that's what finishes him. He comes on his stomach, shooting past his belly button. He sighs and relaxes, self-conscious about looking over to his lover. When he does, he finds them watching him with their hand still between their thighs. A sort of vulnerable pride rises in him.

"I hope you enjoyed watching me despoil myself."

Thistle gives him a purse-lipped smile, and nods. Gale feels lightheaded with joy. Thistle's hand is moving slightly, a gentle stroke of their erection. Gale closes the gap between them.

"Let me take care of that for you." He reaches one arm behind their head, and his other hand moves between their thighs. Thistle moans when he takes hold of them, and they draw their bodies together so their sides touch. Gale kisses Thistle's mouth while he strokes them, and they bring their hand to his face. When Thistle comes, their seed lands on Gale's chest, mingling with his own. They sigh as they lay back and break the kiss.

Gale brushes a hand across their hair. "So? Did you learn something useful?"

"Perhaps," Thistle says. "You will just have to wait for next time."

"Always thrilling to know you're planning to come back for more."

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 23

Prompt: Facesitting and Deepthroating Pairing: Astarion x Halsin x nonbinary tiefling Tav 737 Words

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"Do not forget to breathe, druid."

"Are you suggesting that you take my breath away?"

Astarion pinches Halsin's ear tip. "Cheeky. Promise you'll toss me off if you start to suffocate."

"Your ass is not that fat, Astarion," Weft says, lounging at the end of the bed by Halsin's feet.

"Are either of you even capable of taking me seriously?" He looks back at Weft and pouts. Halsin laughs and puts his hands on Astarion's thighs.

"Do not worry after me, Astarion. I am more than capable of asserting myself."

"Alright." He bends down to give Halsin a quick kiss on the lips, then places his legs on either side of his head, and drops his hips. Halsin's tongue comes up to meet him, drawing a line that makes Astarion shiver. It traces at the edge of his hole, making circles that get gradually firmer.

Astarion presses his cock against his stomach, but Halsin takes his hand and moves it away. "I was just trying to get a look at you, you ass. Oh–" Halsin chuckles and Astarion can feel it in his spine. He grinds down into Halsin's face, eliciting a hum, and that's when Halsin's tongue enters him. He sighs and relaxes, Halsin's enormous hands supporting him.

"Ah!" Halsin hits something just right, and Astarion presses his thighs together. Halsin tenses, then lifts Astarion slightly. "Shit." Astarion looks down at him, searching for distress. "Are you alright?"

"He's fine," Weft says, and Astarion turns to see them straddling Halsin behind him. "Getting a little suffocated is part of the fun. Right, Halsin?" He lets go of Astarion to smack Weft's leg. "See? All good." Weft threads their arms around Astarion's waist and he leans back against them. Halsin makes a hungry sound and Astarion feels him sucking at his hole.

Weft nibbles lightly at his ear then lets go of him. "Sorry," they say, "but I feel the urge to contribute."

"How–mnm, Halsin." He did something, Astarion has no idea what, but he felt it through his whole pelvis. Astarion moves his hips again, digging into Halsin's mouth.

He feels Halsin squirm below him, feels him break the seal of his lips to gasp Weft's name. Astarion whips his head around to find Weft with Halsin's cock in their mouth. "What are you doing? You're distracting him–ah!" Halsin's mouth returns to him, with renewed vigor and a certain desperation. Halsin is pulling him down, pressing him into his face, and Astarion lets him.

Halsin's teeth scrape at his softest skin and Astarion hisses. Halsin pauses in his ministrations, so Astarion pats his shoulder. "No no," he says, "you're alright, just be careful." He looks back at Weft, drawing their tongue up the back of Halsin's shaft. He mouths Fuck you and they give him a wink. They plunge Halsin's cock down their throat and he squeezes his legs together around them.

"Stay with me, Halsin," Astarion says sharply. He hums an acknowledgement, and whatever he does makes Astarion cry out and almost fall over. Halsin catches him at the small of his back, and Astarion grasps his forearms. "You beast," he breathes, "don't stop. You're doing so good, don't stop."

Halsin's breathing is heavy but even, and Astarion can tell he's concentrating on not coming. He wishes desperately he could touch his hair, his cheeks, somewhere soothing. But no, that's all under his ass right now, and that puts a thrill in his belly. Instead, he repeats variations on "Yes, Halsin" and "just like that".

He feels Halsin tense, and he thinks about how Weft's mouth is busy, and he says "Yes, Halsin, come for me, won't you?" Halsin moans against him, and he hears Weft make a shocked, muffled noise. He looks back at them, ready to make a remark, and instead finds them creeping up behind him and encircling his torso again.

"Sorry!" They kiss his temple and reach for his cock, making him gasp. "I couldn't help myself. Let me take care of you, too. Still good, Halsin?"

"Mhm," he says, and Astarion shivers as he scrapes his teeth on him again, with intention this time. He leans back into Weft, letting his head fall on their shoulder. In no time at all, he spurts against his chest, and Weft pulls him off Halsin's face and onto his chest.

Astarion tsks. "Oh darling, your jaw!"

Halsin laughs. "That was well worth it."

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 9

Prompt: Stripping Pairing: Gale x agender hafliing Tav 767 Words

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"I appreciate the patience with which you wait for me to finish speaking, my love, but if you have something to say, it might sometimes be wise to interrupt me."

"I'm just thinking that…well, we have um. Shared each other's bodies a few times now, but I still have yet to see you…completely…naked. Each time we've laid together outside of the Weave, you've stopped me from taking off your shirt."

Thistle, usually so calm and collected, is fiddling with one of their cuffs. "That's true," Gale says, guarded. "Is that something you consider, well, necessary?"

"Necessary? No, nothing between us is necessary, Gale. It's just that you seem reluctant and I wonder if there's anything I can do? If there's a reason you're holding back…"

"Not in so many words. I…" He looks at Thistle, considering his words. "After spending a year in seclusion, I do somewhat fear my body is not quite in the shape I would like. Or which I feel you desire or deserve."

"What?" Thistle asks with a laugh, and Gale feels worse than he already did. "But when we were in the Weave–"

"It's possible that, in my fervor to delight you as much as possible, I…embellished my appearance on that occasion."

"Oh Gale," Thistle says. "That was not at all necessary. Or wanted."

Gale takes a deep breath. "It is silly, in retrospect. But I don't know if I have the confidence for it, just yet. Not while the orb still marks my skin."

Thistle puts their hand on his and holds his gaze for a moment. "I don't want this to be a debate. If you really aren't comfortable with it, we'll drop it. I just want you to know…that…I want to see your body. Top to bottom."

The embarrassment and pure desire on their face lights a fire in Gale's belly. He huffs a laugh, and smiles. "Well, when you put it like that…" He leans in and kisses Thistle softly. Their lips tremble below his.

"How about we go piece for piece?" Thistle suggests. "I can start."

"Respectfully, my blossom, that's hardly a fair trade. You are much freer with your body than I am with mine."

Thistle shrugs as they unlace their waistcoat. "I'll be wanting my clothes off soon enough, anyway. Won't I?" They raise an eyebrow on that, and Gale laughs. They toss the waistcoat over the side of the bed, then lean back against the headboard expectantly.

Gale takes a deep breath and rises from the bed. He undoes the button at the back of his tunic and pulls it over his head. Rather than drop it immediately, he holds it in place over his chest and looks at Thistle. They are looking back at him with wide eyes and parted lips, and a wave of feverish lust crashes over him. He lets the shirt fall, grateful to have the layer of his undershirt still on him.

"What next, Gale?" Thistle asks.

"Trousers," Gale says firmly. Thistle reaches below their belly and unties their trousers, then shimmies out of them and kicks them aside. They stretch out on the bed, lounging on their side and watching Gale with a smile. Gale is quite gratified to see the growing bulge in their underwear.

He follows suit, untying his own leggings and bending over to remove them–so inelegant a motion! But Thistle watches him still, with that hungry look in their eye.

"Shirts next?" they ask.

"Shirts last, please."

Thistle nods, and puts their thumbs in the waistband of their underwear. Gale watches their member spring into view before the underwear is tossed away. He feels embarrassed of his own erection, obvious even before he strips away his own nethers. Such an outward sign of his inner thoughts…but why should he be? The only person who can see it is the one person he wants to see it.

Thistle looks from his crotch to his face and smiles. "The last piece," they say. Gale nods. Thistle sits up to kneel on the bed and pulls their shirt off, laying it carefully beside them. They say nothing, and watch Gale.

He takes a deep breath and finally removes his last stitch of clothing. He forces himself not to cover his too-soft stomach with his arms, but feels foolish with his alternative of letting them hang at his sides. He looks at Thistle looking at him, and finds no disappointment, no distaste. Only an expression of lust, and love. They meet his eyes.

"Come here," they murmur, "where I can put my hands on you," and he obeys.

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 7

Prompt: Clothes Sharing (sfw) Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav 690 Words

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(This story is safe for work though!)

"Hey, big hero! Delivery came for you."

"Who, me?"

Astarion sighs. "Darling, who else could he be talking about?"

"It must be from my parents!" Weft hurries up the stairs of the Elfsong like a child on their birthday. In the middle of their rented room, a large crate is waiting. Weft snaps their fingers and it pops open, revealing piles of clothes wrapped in paper. "Oh they went all out."

Weft starts digging through, separating the contents. "There should be something for everyone," they say, and sure enough, each of them has one soft package with their name on it.

"How did you get my measurements?" Jaheira asks as she holds up a beautifully patterned silk robe.

"I eyeballed it," Weft says. "Sorry if I got anybody's wrong."

"Whoa, soldier, I didn't know you were rich rich," Karlach says, slipping into her own robe. "This thing's got a fire resistance enchantment and everything!"

"Hardly rich, but when you're in the trades, you get perks. Here, Lae'zel, now you don't have to sleep naked."

Lae'zel takes the paper-wrapped nightgown and scowls at it. "You are well aware I prefer to sleep nude. Your gift is useless and offensive."

Astarion can just barely hear Weft whisper to her "It's Shadowheart's favorite color."

"Hm. Very well. Thank you for your…thoughtfulness."

After the gifts are distributed, Weft picks up the remaining clothes and carries them to Astarion's bed.

"Alright," they say to him, "here's the one with your name on it. It's not very…practical. But I think you'll like it."

He unwraps it to find an elegantly made waistcoat, a fine velvet brocade in gold and garnet. "Oh darling, it's beautiful."

"My brother's work, probably. He loves to do brocade. Does it fit?"

"As if you'd get my measurements wrong." He slips into it, and the fit is perfect. "See? How does it look?"

"Quite fetching. Although…I don't know if it goes with your shirt."

"My shirt is two hundred years old, I doubt it goes with anything so au currant."

"Huh. Yeah. I wonder." They dig through the remaining clothes. These are not the pristine gifts sent for the others, but appear to be well worn and cared for.

"Are these your clothes?" he asks softly. Something about the sight of them, this essential part of Weft's life from before, has struck him in a strange way.

"Yep. My favorites, just like I asked for."

"Just your favorites?" he asks, aghast.

Weft laughs. "I know. I have quite a big wardrobe, but when you're the face of a textile family, you can't show up anywhere looking less than your best. Yes, here we go." They hold up a dark gray button-up shirt. "It might be a bit big for you, but…well the colors would work, I think."

He takes the shirt from them, then dances around them to ensure his back is to the window, where the others can't see it. Weft holds the waistcoat and his own shirt while he pulls on their gray one. Their guess was right: it is too big, but he finds it doesn't bother him in the slightest. Despite having surely been in a drawer for several months, it still smells like them.

So little makes him feel safe, these days. The longer they're in the city without confronting Cazador, the more afraid he becomes. He shifts around inside the shirt, adjusting it to sit better on his shoulders, and the smell reaches up and wraps him in calm. He holds his arms out. "Well?"

"It's definitely your color….The oversized look sort of works on you, I think. Like you're an unwell poet who writes three masterpieces a day."

"That's my cheekbones, not the shirt." He holds out a hand. "Waistcoat?" They hand it over and he puts it on. He sees their eyes light up and they put a hand over their mouth. He raises an eyebrow. "That good, hm?"

"Yes. You should wear my shirts more often."

The place where his heart once beat starts to ache. "You have plenty. Perhaps I'll wear one every day."

Weft smiles wide. "Sounds like a plan."

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 3

Prompt: Bukkake Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav 541 Words

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Weft sighs as Astarion puts their cock in his mouth. Astarion relishes it, their little sighs, the shivers as his tongue traces circles around the head. He missed it, during his self-imposed celibacy. It was necessary, but now that the need has passed, he wants them both to be unbound. Weft fucks so freely already, hardly needs his permission to seek their own pleasure. Now, for instance, they're grasping desperately at their own breasts while he sucks their cock. But he can't help but wonder if he could help them go further.

"Weft darling," he says sweetly after pulling off of their cock, "you know you can ask me for anything, don't you? Even if I say no, I want to know what you want. If there's a desire you've left unspoken for my sake, I would like to hear it."

Weft looks at him, uncertain. "I don't want to ask too much…"

"You won't," he insists, putting his hand on their cock and stroking it idly. "I've seen you with Halsin, remember? I know all about the naughty things you like to do."

"Like– like what? Ah…" He plants his lips on the head of their cock and gives it one short suck.

He leans closer to their body, so his face is next to their cock while he strokes it. "You seemed quite pleased to paint the poor man's face with your come. More than once."

"Oh, that's—" they say, embarrassment mingling with desire on their face. "I mean I did but it's not like—"

"Not like what?" He strokes deliberately, applying extra pressure with the pad of his thumb. "Not like you enjoyed seeing him that way? I'm sure you did. If you want to hide your desires from me, you'll have to try harder than that, darling."

"I— I don't want to hide them from you, actually," they say, and they drop their head back, overcome by his ministrations. "Yes, I liked seeing Halsin with my come on his face. Seeing him eager to take it from me, seeing I'd made a mess of him, it felt good. Ah!"

Astarion takes their cock in his mouth, ravenous for them. He'd liked seeing it, too. His Weft with a big man at their mercy turned out to be one of his new favorite things. He frees his mouth with a pop and looks up at them through his eyelashes.

"And what about me? You'd like to make a mess of me, too, wouldn't you?"

Weft moans and looks back at him. They bite their lip. "Only if you—"

"Yes yes," he says, stroking them again. "Only if I want to. But you want to, don't you? You think I'd look very pretty with your seed spilled on me."

"Yeah," they breathe, "yes, I want to–ah…Astarion, I—" Their legs curl around his torso.

"Do it, then," he says, stroking faster. "Spoil me with your—" Before he can finish his sentence, Weft comes. Their release hits his open mouth, shoots up his cheek and to his eyebrow. Weft falls back on the bed, but rolls their head so they can get a good look at him. He smiles.

"Satisfied?"

"Yes! Gods, please come here so I can clean you up."

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 17

Prompt: Threesome Pairing: Shadowheart x Lae'zel x nonbinary tiefling Tav 585 Words

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When Lae'zel hears the knock at the door, she makes an annoyed sound.

"Who could that be? No one even knows you are here."

"I never said that," Shadowheart replies, bringing her wine to her lips.

"Did you invite someone over? On the one night I return from the Astral Realm?"

"Answer the door and find out."

Lae'zel rises and approaches the door. "Entertaining guests was not what I had in mind for us tonight." She opens it, and the knocker bursts through and picks her up under her ass.

"Lae'zel!"

"Weft?!"

Shadowheart watches as Weft carries Lae'zel to the bed and drops her on it, nuzzling into her neck.

"How dare you! Unhand me at once!"

"Sorry," Weft laughs as they rise off of her. "I got carried–oof–"

Lae'zel launches off the bed onto Weft, sending them reeling back into the opposite wall. Lae'zel kisses them hungrily. "Pathetic," she says after tearing her face from theirs. "You are much easier to fool than Shadowheart."

Weft laughs. "Hello, Shadowheart."

"Good evening, Weft."

"I brought more wine," Weft says, hefting Lae'zel over their shoulder and grabbing the bags they abandoned by the door. "And some cheese, and peaches, and a couple pretty things from the family business."

"Dispense with the preamble!" Lae'zel says sharply. "You are here for sex, are you not?"

"Oh I definitely am."

"Then set me down so I can strip you."

Weft laughs again, but with a certain quality to their voice that draws Shadowheart from her seat. Once Lae'zel's feet are back on the floor, she wastes no time, unbuttoning the front of Weft's trousers. Shadowheart slips behind them and undoes the laces over their tail.

"Whoa, hi," Weft says, turning to look at her. There's color in their cheeks and a smile on their face. Shadowheart thinks that Weft is much more pliable with Lae'zel in the room than they had been in the past, when Shadowheart came to them in sorrow after Lae'zel went back to her people. Then again, she'd been so miserable, she wasn't up to taking charge, and Weft responded to that. Now, with both her and Lae'zel present, the tables may be turning.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel both reach into Weft's pants and touch the base of their cock at once. "Holy shit," Weft breathes, and Lae'zel pulls them to the bed by their shirt. Shadowheart catches Lae'zel eye, and she smiles in acknowledgement. Lae'zel pulls Weft down into a vicious kiss, getting a moan from them for her efforts. While Weft is distracted, Shadowheart delicately removes their shoes, then swiftly pulls off their trousers and underwear. Weft gasps and looks back at Shadowheart, shock and delight on their face.

Lae'zel swings one leg around Weft and flips them, landing Weft on their back against the bed. "You two don't play around," Weft says with a laugh.

"That is where we always disagreed about sex, Weft," Lae'zel says, pulling their shirt over their head and leaving it tangled around their wrists. "It is not mere play. Shadowheart, restrain their hands."

"Oh, happily."

Weft looks up at her as she grasps their wrists tightly. "Hey. You'll stop if I say stop, right?"

"Of course we will," Lae'zel says. "Why wouldn't we?"

Shadowheart suppresses a laugh. She leans down to Weft and asks sweetly "Do you promise to only say it if you mean it?"

"I promise," Weft says, smiling.

"Alright, then."

"Hey, Lae'zel," Weft says, looking up at her. "Do I get to taste you or what?"