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chapter 1: this is a gift
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Over the course of his unnaturally long life, Astarion had experienced many things. However, he couldn’t recall ever having had the displeasure of acting with such altruistic compassion before now. It was almost as if Cazador himself had thought up an entertaining new way to torture him, forcing him to don a mask of tight-lipped humility to maintain his facade of belonging.
One thing was made abundantly clear from the start of this journey: Astarion did not belong among this group of would-be heroes. His first taste of freedom in two hundred years, consistently squandered by the incessantly self-sacrificing actions of his traveling companions. He found himself in a constant state of exasperation these days, an eye-roll or a scoff away from striking out on his own, for better or worse.
No matter how uncomfortable a role it was to play, far be it from him to turn down the objective safety in numbers that his companions provided him with, however unwittingly. It wasn’t as though he was a stranger to playing uncomfortable roles for the sake of his survival. Were they ever to find out just what it was they were traveling with, they’d surely turn him out in an instant, if not stake him outright. Neither being vulnerable to recapture by Cazador nor the finality of death quite tickled Astarion’s fancy, so he kept his head down and the worst of his sarcastic quips to himself in hopes that he would remain relatively safe from prying eyes - or more accurately, prying thoughts.
And it worked - for the most part. The gith and the cleric were too busy quarreling amongst each other to pay him any heed, and the warlock was all too consumed by his loathing of his contracted owner. The wizard, while clearly educated and well-read, didn’t seem to have a perceptive bone in his body if the way he carried on was anything to go off of. Astarion could swear that listening to him speak was the closest he’d come to truly sleeping since he’d been turned. The tiefling woman, bless her infernal engine, had heart and brawn to spare, but had been less than fortunate in the intelligence department.
You, however, were far harder to read, and therefore far harder to trust. Not to say that he trusted his other companions, but he could at least trust that they remained steadfastly oblivious as to his true nature. He was never sure with you, occasionally catching a glimmer of something deeper in the warmth of your gaze when you exchanged pleasantries, or looking up from his book to find you staring at him from across the campfire, your pleasant voice lilting the harmonic accompaniment to the lyre in your arms. Your eyes held far too much keen interest for him to be comfortable, so he kept an especially safe distance from you.
At least, he tried to.
As the days wore on and the fights became more grueling, he found himself growing weary and bone-tired beyond what his typical nightly hunt could satiate. He felt sluggish and weak; stringing together rational and coherent thought had become burdensome. He could scarcely breathe in the company of his companions without feeling overwhelmed by the sheer might of his bloodlust. Luckily, he’d mostly learned to ignore his bottomless hunger over the span of his enslavement, and whatever wasn’t held in the firm grip of his self-control was allayed by the fear of Cazador’s retribution.
The longer he spent away from Cazador, though, the more that fear shrunk alongside his waning self-control. The fact that he’d left his most recent kill, mangled and exsanguinated, in the middle of the path for his traveling party to stumble across was testament to his current lack of presence. Under different circumstances, its discovery could have been his death sentence. As it were, he only had to listen to the shocked and horrified exclamations of his companions, none of them the wiser that the beast in question capable of such a grisly and disturbing kill resided in their camp. For his part, Astarion remained steadfastly silent, watchful gaze leveled on the back of your head and fingers twitching toward his dagger.
After a quiet “hmm” and a shrug, you stood from the corpse of the boar and brushed your hands off.
“Nothing to be done for it now. Best be on our way,” you said gravely. Astarion’s fingers stopped their twitching, and he released a silent breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding.
Later that night, as his companions sang and danced and made merry around the campfire, Astarion began to hatch a plan. An ill advised plan, mind, and not one that he was proud to have conjured up, but he was so hungry and could no longer ignore the mouth watering smell of the sentient life around him. All that was left was to pick his target and wait for the right opportunity to strike.
As he pretended to eat his bowl of stew that the wizard had prepared, he sorted through the list of his companions in his mind, weighing his options. Both the gith and the warlock were sure to kill him if they caught him in the act, so they were immediately discarded. The tiefling would melt his face right off if he got too close to her, which made her an impractical option. Something about the wizard smelled off, so naturally he was struck from the list. That left the cleric… and you.
Just as he was preparing to puzzle out the best option between the two, you waltzed past him with your gentle instrumental and sultry lilt, and he made the mistake of inhaling. His mouth practically watered at the smell of you: jasmine blossoms and orange peel and heady musk. Without any further thought, he had his vict- target.
He shook his head warily, attempting to clear his disquieted thoughts like so many cobwebs from his mind, just as you turned to send a soft smile his direction.
His insides twisted with the sharp discomfort of shame and he smiled back, taking care to keep from baring his fangs. He couldn’t tell if the vise grip of unease was of his own or his master’s making, but it was almost strong enough to make him reconsider. Almost. Then, his hunger returned to him full-force and all at once, and his resolve was strengthened. Once everyone else had reached the land of dreams, Astarion would have his first true taste of freedom: ‘the blood of a thinking creature’.
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Astarion volunteered to take first watch, so, mercifully, he was the only one awake. If he were capable of nervous sweats, the back and underarms of his shirt would be soaked through, his palms clammy and the curls at his forehead damp. One would think that being abducted by mindflayers would make the prospect of drinking his companions’ blood pale in comparison, but he found himself more terrified now than those handful of nights ago when he’d been snatched up and imprisoned on the Nautiloid. Perhaps it was the fear of Cazador’s wrath, when he inevitably found out Astarion wilfully disobeyed his cardinal order; perhaps it was the fear of losing control and hurting you, and then paying the price with his life.
Whatever the case, Astarion made a concerted effort to steel himself before proceeding with his plan. He crept from his post, silent as the grave with the practiced ease of a night stalker and crossed the camp to your tent, its flaps open to dispel some of the muggy summer air trapped within. The closer he got to his prize, to you, the further his wits were flung from him until he knelt at your side, salivating at the thrum of the pulse in your neck. He licked his lips and leaned in, intoxicated by the smell of you, fangs poised to puncture your carotid artery -
“You could ask, you know,” he felt more than heard you say. “It’s impolite to touch people without first gaining their consent.”
Astarion reeled back as if he’d been struck, a muffled curse escaping him as he hastily tried to retreat.
“Move any further and I’ll scream. I’d fancy a guess that you don’t want the whole camp to find you unwelcome in my tent, so I suggest you quit squirming away and explain yourself,” you grumbled, and though your voice painted a perfect picture of disenchantment, Astarion could see the way your body had drawn taut with adrenaline; you were prepared to fight your way out of this if necessary.
“No, no! It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” he pleaded, voice just shy of frantic and hands held aloft in placation. “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed - well, blood.”
The shame returned to him at a near dizzying magnitude, his last words falling flat in defeat on a final exhale, sure to be his last.
You sat up, body still tense and prepared to strike if the need arose, and scrutinized him with narrowed eyes. To his surprise and immense relief, you only questioned him further.
“How long since you last killed someone? Days? Hours?”
Though your voice held the edge of cold steel, it could not conceal the glint of curiosity in your gaze. Despite his better judgment, Astarion decided to tell you the truth, hoping to appeal to the bleeding heart of your empathy.
“I’ve never killed anyone! Well, not for food,” he sneered, then schooled his expression back into something non-threatening after remembering that he did not want to make his predicament worse.
“I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get. But it’s not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so… weak.”
“Ah, so that was your dinner we found so carelessly discarded this morning,” you bit back.
He weighed his next words carefully after examining your body language, still finding you tense but sensing no fear.
To Hells with it, he thought.
“If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please,” he begged, eyes wide and round with desperation.
He watched in relative discomfiture as the tension drained from your posture, expression morphing to regard him with no small amount of pity as your tadpoles connected and you were granted a fleeting glimpse into his centuries of abuse and torment. It took all of his courage to not shut you out; he felt painfully flayed open and on display with what little you were able to glean from the brief brush of your minds.
To your credit, you didn’t ask about what you’d seen.
“Why didn't you tell me, Astarion?” you whispered.
“At best, I was sure you’d say no,” he scoffed, then sighed, “More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs. No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.”
He held his breath again, daring to hope that you might actually be amenable to helping him.
“Hells. I do trust you, Astarion. Believe it or not, I do. Would have preferred you to just ask instead of having this uncomfortable confrontation in the wee hours, though,” you chuckled.
He almost couldn’t believe his luck, or perhaps it was your stupidity, and he waved a hand noncommittally in front of him.
“Does this mean…” he breathed, his nerves alight with something akin to elation.
“Yes, you may make a meal of me,” you sighed.
“Wonderful! Thank you, truly-” he began, abruptly cut off by the hand raised wordlessly to silence him.
“But you’d better not take a drop more than you need, or there won’t be a next time,” you finished with a resolute nod.
Astarion nearly balked at your words, simultaneously blessing and cursing whatever gods would listen for leaving something so preciously stupid as you alone in his company.
“Of course, darling. Not one drop more, on my honor,” he said, placing a hand over his undead heart.
You snorted inelegantly, “Right, honor. As if you have any of that, Rogue. How do you want me?”
“You wound me, my sweet. More to the point, how don’t I want you?” he drawled, playing up the flirty charm in an attempt to ease the stiffness of anxiety that had once again overcome you.
However, it seemed to have opposite the desired effect, and he watched in disconcerted fascination as your hands balled into tight fists at your sides. You rhythmically unclenched and clenched your fists a few times before releasing a shaky exhale.
“Do you plan to bite me sometime before the sun rises or not? If you’ve changed your mind, I’d very much like to get some sleep before we have to spend another day meandering through this blasted forest, hunting down an impossible cure for our stowaways,” you huffed out.
“My apologies, do get comfortable,” Astarion mumbled as he scrambled to kneel at the edge of your bedroll once more. He brushed the wisps of your hair away from your neck, fingers trailing down the delicate column of your throat almost reverently. He wanted to savor this moment, this first.
“Will it hurt much?” he felt the rumble of your words through his fingertips.
“Not terribly, but it will be uncomfortable for a moment. I will try to be gentle,” he murmured back, steady gaze leveled with your apprehensive one.
“Get on with it, then,” you gritted out, turning your head to expose more of the tender flesh of your neck.
Astarion leaned in, once again overwhelmed by the smell of you in this close proximity, but no longer dogged by the feeling of malaise at what he was about to do. He gently dragged his fangs up the column of your throat, searching for your pulse point. He heard your quiet gasp and felt the slight shudder that ran through you, one of your hands flying up to nestle in the silvery curls at the nape of his neck and the other twisting in the furs of your bedroll. It was then that he struck.
The first splash of blood across his tongue was like the finest wine he’d ever tasted. He vaguely registered the sound of a groan, but whether it was yours or his, he wasn’t sure. Everything beyond your lifeblood spilling from the puncture wounds in your neck and his tongue lapping at it was hazy with his euphoria. He could taste the salty musk of your sweat coupled with the ferrous tang of your blood, the fleeting sweetness of your desire giving way to a deeper, more buttery contentment.
He quickly lost himself in the act of drinking from you, gulping down great mouthfuls of your blood like a man having stumbled across an oasis after spending too many long nights parched in the desert. He drank deeply and greedily, rational thought all but gone as he slaked his bloodlust.
Eventually, he registered the bitter taste of your fear and felt the fingers buried in his curls tighten and pull.
“Astarion,” you garbled in warning, “that’s enough.”
Reluctantly, and with no small amount of effort, he pulled back.
“That - that was amazing,” he mumbled in awe, tongue darting out to clean the blood from his lips and wiping up the droplets that spilled down his chin, only to lick his fingers.
“And strangely intimate,” you laughed breathily.
“Indeed. My mind is finally clear. I feel strong, I feel… happy!” he breathed, voice full of wonderment.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you fight,” you whispered, the ghost of a smile playing at your lips.
“Shouldn’t take long,” he smirked back, “So many people need killing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.”
He stood and turned to exit, then thought better of it and paused at the mouth of your tent. He looked over his shoulder to find you seated upright, looking at him expectantly.
“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”
He didn’t miss the way your face fell as he turned to continue out into the waiting darkness. This time, it was guilt that made his gut churn unpleasantly. As to why, though, he couldn’t say.
#bg3#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion#tav#astarion pov#unnamed tav#no use of y/n#reader insert#afab tav#bard tav#trauma#angst#astarion needs a hug#past abuse#past torture#slow burn#the bite scene#au canon divergence
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A Decent Man
Wyll x AFAB!Tav/Reader (can be read as platonic)
Wyll deserves a longer fic but my brain is mush rn
No body descriptions so it can be read by anybody who suffers from periods, but I have pulled from my own experiences and made it Very Heavy. I also think this could be read as platonic. There's nothing really pointing toward romance, and the kiss on the cheek can totally be platonic (as well as cuddling) so yeah take it as you will
Warnings: blood, menstruation, anxiety, embarrassment
Word Count: 937
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The night had been so perfect. Wyll had accepted you into his tent when the weather turned sour. He opened up his bedroll to you when you were shivering. All night you slept wrapped in his arms, safe, protected and warm. The Absolute was far from your mind. Tadpoles did not seem to exist in the temporary bliss that encapsulated you both.
And then you woke up, and you just knew it was too damn good to be true.
The first thing you were aware of was the strong pair of arms holding you close. One draped over your side, the other cradling your head in the crook of his elbow. Next, the scent of campfire smoke and the oil he used on his braids. And then, the discomfort between your legs. Warm and slick and terrible.
Panic rushed your heart, adrenaline stealing the sleepy haze from your mind. When in the night had your period began? Early enough to have you bleeding through Wyll’s bedroll? Or late enough you would be lucky if it didn’t stain your pants? There was no way of telling, but the awful guilt flooded your chest all the same.
You risk a glance at Wyll’s face. It’s the most relaxed you think he’s ever been in all the time you’ve known him. Always he carried his burdens in the lines of his face, the furrow of his brow, behind sweet smiles and his dashing Blade persona. Your heart hurt at the thought of waking him and stealing that peace.
As slow and careful as you could, you slipped his arm from around your waist. He shifted slightly, and you waited. But after a moment he still did not wake. You continue your escape. Cold air hits your body like an arctic wind as you pull back the corner of the thin blanket. You lift yourself from his arm that acted as your pillow, sitting up. You cringe as a tightness clutches at your belly, and the wet feeling of blood spilling out. There is no doubt in your mind now: you’ve bled all the way through.
Tears of frustration prick at your eyes. Wyll was kind enough to provide you shelter and comfort, and your body decided now would be the most perfect time for a practical joke against you. If you had the wherewithal to remember to track your cycle with everything else horrid going on, perhaps you could have avoided this. Or maybe your body would have brought on your period sooner, just to catch you off guard.
The quiet sound of your name, drowsy and confused, seals the deal on this being one of the worst days of the entire quest so far, everything else be damned. You wanted to drown in your embarrassment, suffocate on your misfortune. Anything to ignore the shift of the blanket as Wyll sits up beside you, frowning as he tries to meet your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, as though one wrong misstep and you’d shatter. His own mind races with thoughts of nightmares, or even the mysterious Dream Guardian that often came to visit.
The last of your dignity shrivels and dies as you adamantly avoid looking at him, glaring instead at the floor by your shoes. It is harder to tell him what’s happened than it is to drown yourself in the Chionthar river, and far less pleasant. The words grit at you. They feel like jagged steel as they come up your throat to be voiced aloud.
“I… I started my cycle last night.” You sigh, fighting the flurry of hormone-driven emotions as you bury your face in your hands. “I think I’ve bled through your bedroll, Wyll, I’m so so sorry.”
If it was Shadowheart or Karlach, you’d be far less embarrassed and far less upset. Hells, even Lae’zel, and you weren’t even sure she had a blood cycle like this.
You start to assure him you’ll wash it out, that he can have yours if he feels uncomfortable sleeping on his own again - anything to make this right. But before you can even get the words out, he’s rubbing your back.
“Hey, it’s alright. Why don’t you go wash and get changed. I can deal with this.”
You pull your face from your hands to blink at him. He smiles when he finally meets your eyes, sweet and reassuring. “Are you sure?” you ask. “I’m sorry, but you just have a tendency to do things people ask even when it makes you uncomfortable.”
He laughs. “As much as I hate to admit how true that is, a little bit of blood won’t be pushing me out of my comfort zone.”
You’re almost certain you really will start crying as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tight. He’s careful to avoid knocking you with his horns, but wraps his arm around your upper back to hold you close. You kiss his cheek and thank him.
“For doing what any decent man worth his salt should do?” he asks, though despite the teasing in his voice, he can hear the utter relief in yours. He truly never considered before that something so small would mean so much, something he truly considered the absolute bare minimum. It only encouraged him to do more, if only to ease the burden of years of suffering through this alone put on you.
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, Wyll Ravengard, but there is a great lack of decent men.”
“Then I pride myself on being one of the last of this dying breed.”
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Less than 12 hours til I shall arrive home in my SmutCave, like Batman but less money and more smut~ and of course I love working with my Just-Ass League ;)
Anyway, one more drabble from my shorts. And another that was a request from a beloved darling~
In this one the reader is an afab Tav, and Professor Gale is a senior colleague in an adjacent department... Could you keep your concentration on the spell?
Smut below the cut, loves, 18+ only. Tw/cw for use of hold person, a little mild power play, and reckless use of magic.
The room was cramped, musty, full of old scrolls and dust. Hardly suited to a romantic encounter, but who said anything about romance?
The table was hard beneath your back, the wood creaky and unyielding as the magic held you in place. Gale held the scroll in front of you now, watching you closely as you began to read.
“Get it right, and hold your concentration. We do not have endless weeks to waste on this single spell scroll if you want the promotion.” He reprimanded you again. It wasn’t even his decision to give you a pay rise and new title, but he had offered to help you out as a senior colleague from the adjacent department. Only, this wasn’t the help you had in mind.
The air was cool, and if your body could have moved it might have shivered in response to the draft that blew in from…gods knew where, really. “Professor, please,” you struggled, “hold it a little closer, I can’t read it from there.”
He moved forwards, a swish of purple robes as he sat on the edge of the desk next to where you lay, completely naked, firmly bound by the Hold Person spell he had cast a few minutes ago. “You need to be able to cast this one from memory, whilst under duress, and maintain your concentration.”
He leaned a little closer, holding the scroll steady while the scent of the soaps and perfumes he used drifted towards you. You might have tried to struggle, but every muscle was firmly locked in place.
Your mouth slowly formed the syllables of Heat Metal, aiming it at the iron mug of cold coffee that was suspended in the air, held aloft by an ethereal Mage Hand.
“Good, go on. Keep going. Don’t forget to dot your i’s and cross your t’s now.” He took off his glasses and tucked them into his robe, still holding the scroll as he lifted your hand to his lips.
You got to the end of the text, the magic curling through the air and beginning to heat the mug. “Is that right?”
“Keep your concentration, you can’t let it drop before the coffee is properly hot.
“I’m trying!” You pleaded, feeling heat somewhere entirely different as his voice commanded you more directly.
“Stop trying, start doing . I am very thirsty, you know, and I haven’t had my morning drink yet.” Something about the way his eyes glanced down told you that he wasn’t talking about the coffee any more. “If you’re going to insist on taking so long with that, perhaps you’d offer something else to slake my thirst?”
If your legs could’ve moved, they would’ve writhed and squirmed as you replied with a breathless “yes-”.
He began to trail a long line down your body with his lips, pressing softly, teasing every tender spot he could find. He was trying to break your concentration on the spell, but you refused - that was far too little to truly shake you.
However, when he dipped lower and kissed your inner thighs, you found the edges of your nerve fraying. The sight of his soft brown hair between your legs, the look in his eye as he checked your reaction before going on, it was intensely arousing.
He was swift in his work, clearly challenging you to hold on to the control of your magic as he channelled some of his own into his tongue. The raw power made it buzz, the vibrations maddeningly pleasurable as he tasted every part of you, finding the exact motions that made your breath quicken.
“More,” he moaned, gazing up from between your thighs, “you need to give me more .”
You hadn’t expected this. You pointlessly tried to move your limbs, desperate to ball your fists in his hair and hold him right where you wanted him. You wanted to wrap your legs around his shoulders and keep him until you were done, taking your pleasure from him- but you had no such luck.
Gale’s thirst needed to be quenched, and he was determined to drink deep from you now. The heat, the fluttering vibrations of the weave’s own magic on his tongue and lips - you felt your spell sputter and flicker as the waves began to swell within sensitive nerves worked into a frenzy by the mage’s mouth.
“Gods, Professor-!” You barely managed to moan out his title when the shockwave hit, encompassing your entire being. If only you could move your body would’ve had a mind of its own, but you remained held in place.
This meant that the wizards tongue was not drawn away from its target, nor was he willing to stop even as your voice echoed around the walls of the small side room. You knew there was a study group not far, perhaps even an adjoining wall, but there was no way to contain the thrill that ripped through you as he relentlessly drew a second climax from you mere minutes after the first.
Hearing your ragged breath struggling to keep up, Gale let you ride out the afterglow with smoother, slower strokes of his tongue, finishing with a few gentle kisses to your still throbbing lips.
His hair was out of place as he stood up from where he had knelt between your legs on the table, calmly pressing it back down as he glanced towards the coffee.
“Not even a lick of steam, I must say I’m rather disappointed. I’m afraid you’re going to have to start over.” The smile on his face carried a hunger that left you feeling weak beneath his gaze.
I’ll have to study…a lot… you decided, as you began to cast the spell anew.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#dom gale#bg3 tav#afab tav#smut#reckless use of magic#professor gale#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#short fic
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I heard you like Rolan fics so here you go (explicit chapter just dropped)!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53057233/chapters/134235352#workskin
Just read both chapters & all I can say is I can't WAIT for chapter 3!
Such Great Heights - redolentofpine
#there is nothing hotter than enthusiastic consent#especially when it involves telling your partner in detail what you want to do to them#especially when rolan is one of said partners#fic recs#spicy#nsft#rolan x tav#afab tav#yum yum good food
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Ascended Astarion x AFAB! Tav Headcannon
This daydream randomly came to me. I might write or feel free to use it.
Thinking about Tav after being turned, her senses and hormones are crazy. Up to 100. She can't keep herself off Astarion, clings to him 24/7, and can't function without him as she tries to adapt to her new routine and powers. Maybe he starts becoming annoyed at her; she keeps interrupting meetings in various promiscuous ways enough to capture the attention of the city folk, and rumors fly, so he has to apply some restraints, but that still isn't enough. She won't hurt him. She just can't control herself. He takes her hunting a couple of times. Everything is monitored and controlled by him. He has found some cultists who are willing to be hunted and captured. He's always nearby, not even over her shoulder. They are connected by this point in their veins like a sixth sense. The Cultist goes to Rogue and tries to Kill Tav so they can be with Astarion. He is outraged that they even attempted this. Poor Tav is wounded, and he takes care of them. He carries Tav back to his Palace and does his best to take care of her wounds and heal her. He needs to protect her and keep her safe, and he doesn't want to let her out of his sight ever since he begins tracking her and doesn't even let her out. She's forgotten what the sunlight feels on her skin. Now, he's turned into Cazador, the very man he loathed. He wants to protect Tav, the first person he's ever willingly loved and bitten so badly from the dangers of the world and Baldurs Gate, but he's the real Monster, and he'll never acknowledge it. So, The Cycle repeats itself.
#ascended astarion headcannon#i can't stop thinking about Tav beeing so clingy to him#ascended astarion#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3#bg3 headcannon#afab tav#female tav#i should be writing this shouldn't it?#i feel like i could add more but drawing a blank#also i imagine cleric tav for this for some reason?
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Baldur's Gate 3 Tav/Karlach/Halsin Modern AU
Fire Heart has taken the wrestling world by storm. No one expected Karlach to become famous overnight. Though when you put a big, buff, tall tiefling into black wrestling leather the crowd grows wild. She is an overnight success. Everyone in Baldur's Gate is obsessed with her. It is rumored that the famous Southern Gothic singer Lyria (my Tav) is down bad.
Rumors start speculating that they two are dating when Karlach begins flirting back to some of Lyria's flirtatious comments. They just say it is playful fun and that they have been close friends ever since they met at a movie premiere a while back. These rumors don't stop though as Karlach is seen in the VIP section of Lyria's concerts a few times. The rumors really get going though when Lyria is seen at a wrestling match for the first time ever! Their fans are going crazy. They even have a ship name for them called SouthernHeart.
It stays this way for a few months when Lyria drops a bomb on their Instagram. A new song was coming called Fire Burning Heart that night. Everyone in Baldur's Gate was listening and it was clear to anyone with two ears that this was about Karlach. It is driving people wild, but the two won't say anything. The only thing that Lyria announces is that there will be a special guest in their music video coming in the next few months.
The flirting though continues in the comments of their insta posts. Karlach one day posts this:
And Lyria comments: "Gods if she used that position on me I'd be seeing Kelemvor 🔥🥴" Karlach then responded with "Don't want to kill you yet. I quite enjoy you 💋" This drives the fans wild for weeks. Everyone is looking at their accounts just waiting for them to confirm it. The edits made about them are clear. Lyria watching Karlach wrestle with this heat in their eyes, wanting her on every level. Then Karlach watching them perform with love and longing.
Everyone is waiting for the anticipated music video. There would be a special guest on it and everyone who had been watching knew it would be Karlach. Finally, the video for Fire Burning Heart drops. Everyone in Baldur's Gate is watching. And in the first scene, there is Karlach. The music video follows their love story from the awkward hello at the movie premier to a private date where Lyria proposes. Fans are going fucking insane over this. Both Karlach and Lyria's team has to put out a post saying that they have been in a relationship for over a year now and that they got married last month in a secret wedding off the coast.
SouthernHeart is trending for DAYS. Now they are seen everywhere with each other. Paparazzi taking pictures of the couple and you can see them wearing small gold bands. They post each other on their socials, bragging about their love. Karlach even posts a picture of Lyria after their top surgery saying, "I've never been more in love with them ❤️🔥"
Karlach wears an orange bandana around her wrist to remind her of her flaming redhead. Lyria wears Karlach's denim jacket at all their shows. Life is crazy and busy for them, but they never fall out of love. It is clear to everyone they will be one of the few celebrities to last.
A big announcement comes when Lyria will be cast in a rom-com with Baldur's Gate heartthrob and animal lover Halsin. Halsin was the it man. Every woman and man wanted him. No one could resist him, especially in these romance movies. Karlach is so excited for their husband and is posting all about it. It is an amazing time and a big growth for the singer. It doesn't take long though for cheating rumors to surface. Many stories are coming out saying the chemistry between the two actors goes off-set. They are pictured leaving together a lot. Some stories say Karlach is in shambles over this and has flown out to see Lyria to confront them.
Both teams again post that this is not the case and that they are both still madly in love. The rumors become worse when Lyria drops a new song right after the filming finished up called Hazel Sunrise. It is clearly about someone else who has stolen the young singer's heart. Many put it together quick that it is about their co-actor Halsin. Everyone is up in arms in honor of Karlach. Lyria has to turn off comments on their post and Karlach has to beg people to stop being mean to their husband.
Lyria is radio silent. The only thing they post is that there will be a new music video releasing and this song was for the movie they were in. The cheating rumors only amped up when the music video dropped. The chemistry between Halsin and Lyria was undeniable. These two were madly in love and getting hot and heavy. The fans were demanding why Lyria would throw Karlach away like this. They also began turning on Halsin. It was a blood bath for weeks and thankfully none of them ran their social medias anymore.
Karlach kept wrestling, but now there was also a green bandana she wore. Lyria also wore one around their neck when performing. Then Halsin was wearing a necklace with a small gold band on it along with red and orange ribbons in his braids. Fans did not notice these changes though. They were too angry!
Then the bombshell of all bombshells dropped. The week before the movie premiered paparazzi posted photos they had taken during filming of the three on a private beach. In the first one Halsin, Lyria, and Karlach were sitting and laughing. The next one Halsin and Lyria were kissing, looking a little heated. In the next, Lyria had grabbed Karlach by the base of her hair and was kissing her with a fever. Then finally the last one was of Karlach and Halsin kissing while Lyria had a big shit eating "fuck-yeah-these-two-are-mine" grin.
The two hottest people in Baldur's gate had added the third hottest to their relationship. The internet EXPLODED. SouthernHeartThrob was trending. People demanded answers, but again the three were radio silent. That was until the movie premier when they all three showed up together. Halsin in a sage green suit, Lyria in a matching one, and Karlach in a slick black dress with a slit up to her hip and the heart shape made little horns. It was stunning how beautiful they all were.
Halsin was pulled toward an interview where he finally answered everyone's burning questions.
He had met the couple back during his last movie premier where Lyria had a song in it. It was love at first sight for them. They were all constantly talking. There was no denying what was there, especially after Lyria got casted in the movie with him. The three had set down and had a long conversation where they all agreed they wanted each other and loved each other so deeply it hurt.
During all of this he is looking at his partners with so much love. Karlach has her tail wrapped around Lyria's thigh as people snapped their photo. Only to him and Lyria would they understand that meant she was nervous. Lyria though was looking at Karlach like she was the goddess only they could worship. Halsin quickly looks at the interviewers dropping one last bombshell, "Now if you excuse me, I'd like to steal my husband and wife and keep them to myself."
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hot water
karlach/tav oneshot (lemon)
by me on ao3 !!!!!
used my tav Soleil !!
Karlach was taking her extra-sweet time getting to bed, spending most of her night in a rock-lined pool some previous adventurers had left to fill with river water. The water was cool, her muscles were sore from traveling and unpacking and then packing and then traveling. She was grateful for this new section of her life, and as unfortunate as the company of a brain parasite is, she couldn’t compare it to Avernus. Here, she had friends. She had no plan, a heart that was burning up and a whole lot of bad guys to run through, but she had friends.
There was sunshine and the moon and birds and wind and cold water, as short lived as it was with her condition. The years she’d spent trapped in Avernus made this feel as close to heaven as she could get. Maybe it was as close as she’d ever get. She couldn’t complain, not really. She felt as alive as she ever remembered feeling, ironic as it was.
Karlach rolled over to face the wall of the pool, lifting her arms out of the water to rest on the cool edge. Her chin rested on the back of her hand and she inhaled the steam rising from her skin. Her engine had begun burning hotter, and it was getting more difficult hiding how uncomfortable it was at times. She could deal with the impending doom, but leaving her friends behind was another thing. She couldn’t have them worry about her when there were brain worms, missing parents, evil ex-masters, lying gods, and so, so many devils to deal with.
Her friend Soleil had sacrificed a lot to be able to help them in the capacity she had. She never mentioned her own family, her own goals, really much of anything. Karlach could never tell if Soleil wasn’t mentioning it intentionally or if she just didn’t remember. A lot of them couldn’t remember a lot, for a variety of reasons. Maybe that's why they got along, and they were all much too proud to admit it.
When they had met Dammon at the Tiefling camp, Soleil had jumped at his offer to help Karlach before she could even open her mouth. She’d spent valuable time and expensive resources helping her get her engine tuned up and never once looked back expecting thanks from her, only “Hi Dammon, please fix my friend.” Of course Karlach hadn’t let the generous deed go unappreciated, she tells her as often as she can how grateful she is but Soleil shrugs it off with an “Of course!” or a “Don’t mention it” every time. How could she not mention her dramatically-increased lifespan thanks to her friend’s effort? She’d never stop, even if it got annoying.
The moonlight felt almost cold against her face. The feeling wasn’t common but it was very welcome, and Karlach closed her eyes.
She really, really did not want to die, but going back to Avernus wasn’t an option. The thought of the hellfire made a painful death on the surface sound like a warm embrace. She wasn’t sure how she could explain this to her friends. Astarion would definitely understand, one of the very few things they saw eye-to-eye on. Lae’zel might even consider a fiery death honorable of her. If she did choose to go back and live, would they visit her? Would they bother? Would the chance that they might make it worth it?
No, it wouldn’t, and she would spare herself the self-pity for tonight. She opened her eyes.
Dew had collected on the dense grass and the moonlight filtering through the trees made it glitter beautifully. The lake ahead caught the same light, stretching it into white ribbons over its gentle current. Halsin talked a lot about nature’s gifts and Karlach decided she should probably slow down to appreciate them, because she’d never been good at accepting gifts, and at least nature can’t suddenly decide it expects anything from her in return.
She’d never felt so cared for. She’d never been so cared for, and she’d never been so understood. Everybody here had their own bullshit and baggage to sort out but they had been helping each other through it - even Wyll, who had been so hell-bent on killing her sacrificed his humanity so she could live, and never let them know of his incoming consequence. She, Lae’zel and Soleil had gotten all the way through Shar’s trials with Shadowheart so she didn’t have to do it alone, even though she changed her mind after. Even Cazador was slaughtered without question, and that was a fucking fight. Astarion hadn’t even been anything but halfway-decent to them all before they’d marched in there with him.
She was getting better at accepting the same kind of love she gave every day. She was so, so grateful.
She might have been too focused on the fireflies to hear the soft footsteps approaching the pool, but when a sweet voice interrupted the silence Karlach did her best to not look too startled.
“Mind if I join you?”
Standing to her right was Soleil, waiting patiently for permission to be included in Karlach’s scheduled overthinking time.
“Hey, you,” Karlach smiled, leaning into the rocks to try and hide how brightly her heart lit up the water. “Come on in, water’s fine.”
“I’m sure it is now,” Soleil giggled, slipping her shoes off, “It looked cold earlier.”
Karlach smiled into her arm, turning back around so Soleil could undress without eyes on her, but mostly so she couldn’t see how her face burned. The water swayed gently and Soleil sighed into it.
“You can’t sleep either?” Soleil asked after she’d settled in the water next to Karlach.
Karlach turned toward her but her answer caught in her throat when she realized how much closer Soleil was than she expected, and much more naked than what she was used to. It was certainly welcome, but now she had to use what was left of her day’s worth of concentration to not stumble over every word.
“Why can’t you sleep?” A non-answer. Karlach’s arms slipped back into the water.
“There’s too much to think about,” Soleil looked down at the water, “I want to do everything, and save everyone… and, we’re out of wine.”
Karlach laughed.
“And Shadowheart’s wailing from Lae’zel’s tent also isn’t helping,” Soleil giggled quietly, “I’ve heard Astarion very loudly rearrange his pillows twice now and I don’t think they’re getting the hint we’re all up.”
Karlach’s hand came up to her mouth to stifle a very loud laugh. Soleil leaned in and giggled quietly.
Once the hilariousness of their sworn-enemy friends’ involvement with each other had passed, Karlach answered Soleil’s initial question, “Yeah, I can’t sleep. It’s just… I’m just-”
“I know.”
“...Yeah.”
A beat passed before Soleil spoke up again, “Does this help?”
The cool water, the quietness of the edge of camp. It really did.
“Yes, a lot,” Karlach breathed, “It’s probably not as nice now, sorry, soldier.”
“That’s why I came over, I knew it wouldn’t be cold.”
Karlach laughed at that. She was such a small thing, so sweet and honest. An appropriate temperature. Karlach wished she could keep her warm forever. “It’s not too bad, is it?”
“It never is.”
Karlach felt her chest burn again. She hoped it wasn’t bright enough to notice.
Soleil’s eyes flicked down to her heart and quickly back up to her eyes and held them.
“...I’m also thinking too much,” Karlach broke the silence, “About everything. Right when we find a way out of one pile of shit we’re thrown into a deeper and even stinkier one.”
“We’re good at digging our way out, I think,” Soleil rubbed her fingers in the water, “Astarion said earlier that when the Devils start approaching you, you know you’re in deep.”
He’s right, as easy as it was to laugh at the absurdity of it. Even in Avernus she never encountered this many Devils. It had to mean they were close to something, if even the worst creatures imaginable were trying to interrupt them. Even Mizora swore she’d fight with them, and that she wouldn’t let the Duke get hurt, all in exchange for Wyll’s continued servitude. It was sickeningly confusing.
“We’re up to our tits in hot water,” Karlach had to laugh, “We have to be close to something, then.”
“That's what I’m thinking,” Soleil’s tone changed into the tone she uses when she’s come up with a plan, “What is Raphael trying to keep us from doing?”
She’s right, he had spent all kinds of breath explaining to them why they weren’t going to make it out of any of this alive without his help, and they’d managed fine, mostly, thus far. It sounded insane boiled down like that.
“I really think we can make it out of this,” Soleil continued, gesturing to her head to specify what she meant, “I think we can get rid of these worms, and we can free everyone, and we can be safe, and we won’t have to run anymore.”
She held Karlach’s gaze.
“I think we can fix your heart, Karlach.”
She spoke her name so sweetly, it was painful having to think about explaining to her again that it just isn’t possible, and even if it was, she couldn’t ask that of her. Every second counted now and she’d never be able to live with herself if they’d wasted any more valuable time on her.
That, and they hadn’t run into Dammon since the shadow curse was lifted. She wasn’t even sure he made it out of the Inn safely, or the slightest idea of where he might have ended up.
“I wish I could hug you,” Karlach exhaled, “You’ve done so much for me, soldier, much more than I’ve asked.”
“I wanted to,” Soleil shrugged, her hand reaching for Karlach’s under the water.
Karlach flinched when their fingers touched, expecting Soleil to pull back in pain, but she never did. She kept her hand held out. Karlach opened her mouth to ask if she’d hurt her, if she was okay, but the words fluttered from her mind when Soleil reached out again, this time linking their pinky fingers together, and then fully taking her hand.
“You okay?” Karlach held her breath, trying her hardest to concentrate on her engine.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Soleil smiled, reassuring her, “You said the water helps?”
“A hell of a lot more than burning up in my tent, yes,” Karlach hadn’t thought that it might cool her off enough for this, though. She was still so, so, scared of seriously burning her.
Soleil stepped closer to her, her eyes flicking from her glowing engine to her lips and then her eyes, her fingers fully intertwining with her’s on the way over. Gods, she was lovely. The water was much warmer the closer Soleil was to Karlach, and she prayed it wasn’t too uncomfortable. Every second more Soleil held her gaze the warmer it got, too, and the brighter she burned.
“Are you okay?” Soleil smiled again.
“Never been better,” Karlach exhaled, and the small vents on her shoulders lit up blue. Soleil watched intently, bringing herself closer yet and studying the light burning from her. The soft blue light reached the irises of her eyes and little wisps of silent flame flickered from her skin above the water. Still, she wasn’t too hot to touch.
-
Soleil found her so beautiful, and even more beautiful the closer she brought herself to fully touching her. She felt ethereal, the moonlight as bright as it can be this time of night with the fireflies slowly dissipating as if to offer them the privacy. Karlach smelled of cedar and leather and the palms of her hands were as rough as such, but her gaze was so soft, and she handled her so gently. Soleil had never experienced the fires of Avernus herself but if they were to surprise her as being anything like her companion she’d consider a visit.
“Karlach, you’re allowed to touch me, if you’d like,” Soleil spoke, almost against her lips.
Karlach hummed softly in response, her callused hands coming to rest on Soleil’s hips. It was a very welcome heat, intense, but not overwhelming.
She pulled back briefly, “Is this okay?”
“Yes, please,” Soleil moved Karlach’s hands back into place, and her touch was more firm this time. Soleil shivered.
The light in Karlach’s chest grew brighter and then dimmed into the same soft blue in her eyes, dancing in the ripples on the surface of the water between them.
Soleil had been honest about the noise keeping her awake, although not completely. She’d never been a good liar, and she’d been kicking herself in her tent every night that week for chickening out of every opportunity she had to tell Karlach how much she liked her. As a friend, as a companion, yes, but she really really liked her. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t caught on. It was one of her more endearing traits.
It had taken nearly an entire bottle of wine for Soleil to be able to verbalize these feelings to Wyll, who had never asked for them, but who had sat so patiently and listened while the heart of his friend was splayed in front of him, quietly topping their glasses when they were low.
“I’m not afraid of her, or the rejection, or… or of losing her, but she makes me so nervous,” a long sip of wine, “I freeze up every time I talk to her, not even about my feelings, just because she’s talking to me, and she’s so cool, and she trusts me, everything I do or say she trusts me…”
“Do you trust yourself?”
“I… think so?” Soleil hadn’t thought of that, “I don’t know what the right way to go about any of this is.”
“I don’t either,” Wyll shrugged, “We’re taking things one day at a time, and that’s how you should take this.”
Soleil looked down into her cup.
“Yes, I think you should tell her, or show her, or write her a poem or a song or make her a gift,” Wyll leaned forward, “And I can certainly help you with those things, but your heart is here tonight, and whatever your heart’s instinct is I think you should listen.”
Soleil nodded.
“You’ve done a lot for her, your acts of service have not gone unnoticed.”
“You have too.”
“Something tells me this might be different.”
And it might have been, and it might be, and Soleil had convinced herself that she’d been imagining things, that she’d convinced herself that maybe Karlach was being more than friendly to her, when she was really just being friendly.
Maybe Wyll knew something she didn’t. Maybe they’d talked, in the same way she’d talked to Wyll, and maybe he said the same things to Karlach. Maybe she was as nervous as Soleil was, right now, in the hot water, with her strong hands touching her with nothing in between. Nothing in between them but water, and steam, and the soft glow of the engine behind Karlach’s ribs.
“Is this still okay?” Karlach’s hands gently slid up her back, her fingers lingering where Soleil’s flesh dipped over her spine.
A shiver ran through her, the physical contact as well as the warmth being things she hadn’t felt this deprived of until now. She craved it deeply.
Soleil leaned into Karlach, letting Karlach’s leg slip between hers. She raised herself up on her toes.
-
Karlach had promised herself she wouldn’t act like a desperate freak if her dreams had ever come true like this, if she ever found out that Soleil felt the same way about her. It was taking every ounce of strength she had to not grab her and squeeze her and kiss her and touch her, everywhere, all at the same time. She cared for her deeply and she didn’t want to scare her, but she wasn’t sure Soleil knew what this meant to her right now.
It had been ten years since anyone had touched her, especially like this. Ten years since she’d tried, and ten years since she’d decided it wasn’t worth trying anymore. Either this was some kind of miracle pool, or she’d failed to consider every option. She almost felt stupid, but she couldn’t blame herself. She’d only escaped Avernus months ago.
Karlach sighed as Soleil’s hands ran up her chest to her neck where she held her face, her thumbs running softly over her cheeks. Karlach leaned into her small hand, the cool moisture evaporating from her skin.
and Soleil kissed her.
and Karlach expected a sharp pull away, a wince in pain, but it never came, and instead Soleil pushed into her gently. When she did pull away it was slow, she lingered in the dense heat and smiled sweetly when Karlach was tugged forward by the lingering feeling.
Karlach exhaled a held breath against Soleil’s lips. She was a live wire with excitement, she wanted to grab her and ravish her, if she even remembered how. She’d probably end up scaring Soleil away.
“You're so beautiful, Karlach,” Soleil remarked softly.
She hadn’t scared her away yet, she thought, and there’d been plenty of times she was sure she had.
“Gods, you should see yourself.”
Soleil was soft, mostly unscathed, save for the scar over her nose and the chip in one of her horns. Her hands had also seen some wear since they’d met. Karlach’s tendency to dive head-first into confrontation left her skin littered with scars, something she never fully disliked, but was much more aware of now that she occasionally caught Soleil’s gaze trailing over them. They sliced through her tattoos and some even formed patterns, reminders of the beasts she’s found herself trapped under.
The way Soleil’s touch paralyzed her, though, she’d never be able to wiggle out of it.
She felt Soleil’s tail curl around her thigh, willing her back in. Karlach held her tighter, still waiting for any sign of a third-degree burn where her hands pressed into her but the water kept them at bay. Soleil was a tough one, she knew, but she hoped she’d tell her if it was ever too much. Karlach wanted to spend a long time with her in this quickly-heating puddle.
-
Soleil hadn’t ever thought about what she’d do after she kissed Karlach, the fantasy in her head had always ended there. The roof of her tent usually became entertainment for the rest of the night, as well as the company of her right hand. She never let it get far enough to where her hopes might get too high, and she was okay depriving herself of the delusion if it meant it would keep her heart from shattering completely. Their game plan to the end of the world wasn’t entirely free of impending danger at every step.
“Can I kiss you again?”
Karlach’s question got stuck in the steam between them. Soleil’s hands fell to Karlach’s chest, hovering over her blue engine, letting the heat seep into her fingers. She could feel the air between them vibrate in its constant whirring and ticking.
Without a word, as if she could have come up with one at all, Soleil nodded briefly and kissed her again.
Karlach’s arms wrapped tightly around her and she leaned into her, so much that Soleil’s feet were pulled from the ground and she drew her legs up to wrap around Karlach. Soleil inhaled the thick steam around them, almost struggling to get enough air in but her head was so clouded with the feeling of Karlach’s hands under the water she paid it little mind. One of Karlach’s hands slid to Soleil’s leg to hold her up, and she tilted her head to not break the kiss. Soleil’s hands came up again, her thumbs brushing Karlach’s cheeks softly. She gently squeezed Karlach’s leg with her tail still coiled twice around it.
Soleil ran her wet hands down Karlach’s neck again, the trail of water quickly drying and she threw her arms over her shoulders, clutching onto her tightly. Karlach moved at a similar speed and crushed her against her, spinning them around so Soleil was backed against the stone wall of the pool.
Karlach broke the kiss to trail hot kisses down Soleil’s neck and collarbones, her hands gliding lower under the water until one hovered between her thighs. She pulled back again when she felt Soleil’s legs tighten around her.
“Karlach, I’m okay, I promise,” Soleil smiled, her chest rising and falling quickly, struggling to take in air in the dense heat.
“You promise to tell me if I hurt you?” Karlach spoke into the shell of her ear.
Soleil rolled her hips forward into Karlach’s hand, “Yes, I promise.”
The direct heat into Soleil’s core was intense. Karlach’s fingertips ran gently over her and slowed down at her clit, rubbing softly over it in small circles, not pressing too hard, treating her with care.
Soleil unraveled into her. Her arms around her relaxed and Karlach held her against the wall with her own weight.
“Gods, soldier…” Karlach breathed. Her strokes were steady and controlled. With a second finger, she ran both over the sides of Soleil’s clit, squeezing it in between while she stroked back and forth.
Soleil matched Karlach’s movements, her hips in perfect time. Her legs trembled every time Karlach ran over her clit. Slowly, Karlach slid her middle finger inside her, and Soleil gasped at the heat, bringing a hand up to the back of Karlach’s neck where her fingers tangled in her hair.
“Yes, my love.”
Karlach softened at the name, a quiet and sweet sound slipping from her lips. Soleil felt her smile against her neck. Kissing her skin gently, Karlach slid another finger inside her, pressing the heel of her hand into Soleil’s clit again.
Soleil ground down on it, Karlach’s fingers inside her warming her thoroughly. Her head fell back as she rocked, pockets of cool air from above breaking through the dense steam and cooling her face. Karlach kissed her throat, letting Soleil grind onto her hand at her own pace, and meeting her in the middle. Slowly, she ran a hand down Soleil’s back and gripped the base of her tail, rubbing her underneath where it met her spine.
Soleil choked, using what strength she had left to lift her head and press her forehead to Karlach’s.
“Karlach,” She gasped, the name on her tongue as hot as the air around them.
“I got you, baby.”
Soleil crumbled at the softness of her words and shook at the roughness of her palm. The hot coil in her stomach tightened, further and further, and before she could utter a word of warning Karlach had kissed quickly down her neck, hovering between her breasts when she lifted Soleil to the edge of the pool and kissed her all the way down to her hips.
Soleil’s head spun at the quickness in the change of position but was pulled back to earth at the feeling of Karlach’s lips inside her thighs, kissing softly toward her. Karlach’s eyes fluttered open to meet Soleil’s and she melted fast, the blue flames flickering off of her and burning in her eyes so much richer than the cool moonlight they were bathed in.
Karlach kissed the soft folds between Soleil’s legs, and she was unable to tear her eyes away. Karlach’s tongue worked over her clit again, sensitive from the way she ground down onto Karlach’s hand moments before. Karlach brought one arm around Soleil’s leg to pull her close, and inched her other up Soleil’s body to softly palm her breast.
The attention, especially at this temperature, was overstimulating and heaven on earth at the same time. The cool air outside of the pool quickly became chilling on her wet skin and her focus shifted entirely to Karlach’s hand on her, and her arm around her leg, and her mouth around her heat. Soleil’s tail involuntarily coiled itself around Karlach’s bicep.
Soleil was quickly brought back to the edge of orgasm, her arms shaking in an attempt to hold her up and her legs spasming under Karlach’s touch. Karlach knew this too, and she sucked hard on Soleil’s clit, her tongue flicking over it slowly.
“Yes, yes…” Soleil exhaled into the sky. Her words seemed to float upwards, no longer trapped by the steam over the water.
Karlach hummed into Soleil, keeping her pace so as to not disrupt the building pressure. Her nails dug into Soleil’s flesh, something neither of them were aware of. Her other hand on Soleil’s breast rolled her nipple in between her fingers, pressing heat into her.
Soleil shook, the tension snapping. Her ears rang, her fingers and toes going numb as Karlach drank in her orgasm, drawing it out of her with her tongue. She lingered here for a long time, savoring the taste of her until Soleil’s breathing had slowed.
After what felt like minutes of rolling hills of ecstasy, Soleil sat back herself back and took Karlach’s face in her hands. Karlach smiled, turning to kiss Soleil’s palm and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her back into the hot water.
Soleil sighed at the sensation again, welcome and warm. Karlach’s hands trailed soft lines up and down her spine and she kissed her forehead, letting Soleil lean into her, supporting her weight.
“Did I burn you?” Karlach asked softly, in a half-joking tone.
Soleil shook her head, humming a no before lifting her head, “I’m okay, I promise.”
“Just okay?”
“I’m… deliriously happy.”
Karlach’s hands squeezed her gently. After a second, she spoke again.
“You can have me, completely, if you’d like,” Karlach spoke softly, her eyes flitting back and forth between Soleil’s eyes and her lips, red and puffy from the heat and roughness of her kiss.
Soleil searched her eyes, still dimly glowing blue from the heat of their exchange, and wondered if they’d gotten any brighter since she’d offered herself like that. Seconds had passed before Soleil nodded and pushed in again, Karlach leaning into her open hand.
“Yes, I would like that,” Soleil smiled, “and you can have me as well.”
“I would really, really, really, like that.”
Soleil felt the surrounding water heat up again and Karlach sunk lower into it, pulling Soleil close and kissing her again. The world was probably ending, the devil was after them and so were multiple different gods. They all still had tadpoles and heavy deals to consider but if everything had come crashing down right at that moment Soleil would be okay with that.
#afab tav#afab karlach#bg3#baldurs gate 3#oneshot#fanfiction#ao3#reasart#nsft#lemon#do people still post fanfic to tumble !!!!!!!!!!
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Reflection
Pairing: Astarion x Afab!Reader (no gender specific pronouns used, only anatomy)
Summary: Astarion can't see his own reflection as he fucks you, but he can still see yours.
Warnings: 18+. Katoptronophilia. Body worship. Fingering. Hair pulling. Sprinkled some dry humping in there. PiV. Creampie. Astarion has an oral fixation. Overstimulation. Aftercare.
Word count: 3,3k.
Masterlist.
(Screenshot ↷ by @cheekylittlepupp, I cropped it a bit)
Astarion has accepted the fact that he'll never truly know his own appearance. Denied the privilege to see himself through his own eyes, he must rely solely on others' description to gather an image of himself.
Something which makes him feel particularly vain is hearing your own portrayal of him. You make him feel so beautiful, basically flawless.
You would tell him that he has hypnotizing ruby eyes, you would tell him about the way his white strands curl around his pointy ears or about the sensual curve of his upper lip — and he'll love it all.
In your bedroom, there is a mirror right next to your shared bed, against the wall. He likes to watch you through it when you get ready for the day or, which he prefers most, when you get ready for the night. Your pre-bed routine is sacrosanct and he somewhat finds it relaxing, too. He has learned the smallest of your habits in depth.
On the other hand, during your most intimate moments, he likes to turn his head to admire the shapes of your body, or, when he takes you from behind and holds his hand in the locks of your hair, making you sink your head into the soft mattress, he notices how your cheek slumps against it; how you drool, how your face contorts in pleasure...
On all the times it has happened, it has always been the breaking point for him. That view is all he needs to come undone. Perhaps that's why he doesn't do it too often.
So it usually ends at a quick glance, nothing more.
Usually.
He had different plans in mind tonight, it seems.
It's one of those nights where having sex was inevitable. It occurs when you feel that simply being close is not enough anymore; when you feel the compelling desire to mold into a shared existence and become one.
It's not that difficult to do something that makes the other shiver with the familiar thrill of arousal. By now you are used to it: you immerse yourselves in intimacy, in each other, ending up in a realm with no name, that is simply all yours. In moments of passion, you lose all sense of surroundings: be it on the bed, on a table, against a wall — on the floor, even. Nothing matters anymore, just the two of you.
“Come here,” he whispers against your lips, finally detaching from them after yet another intense kiss. He grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap, his back resting against the headboard of the bed.
You follow the motion as your lips come to latch on his throat, where you plant wet kisses. Your arms reach around his back to wrap around him, bodies nestled perfectly like a lock and a key.
As you do so, you feel him doing something you absolutely adore: he lets himself go.
It's always a wonderful feeling: his muscles softening under your touch as he lets himself be touched, loved, explored; you touch him as if you are rediscovering him every single time. Moments like these remind you of how much he trusts you.
His head tilts to the side and he groans, arms snaking around your form and coming to a stop once they reach your rear, of which he grabs an handful.
He gives it a few gentle slaps, something he does to encourage you to come closer.
You oblige, scooting closer with your hips, making your sexes brush against one another above the fabric of your clothes.
His sex bumps into yours as he buckles his hips up gently one, two, three times. Enough for you to feel his cock slowly getting harder and harder under your spell.
The gentle movements earn a languid whine out of you, and you pull back from his neck only to meet his gaze.
Astarion leans in, parting his lips as his front teeth gently catch your cheek in an affectionate nibble, ensuring his canines don't intrude in it.
He adores those soft spots of yours. Perfect for his teeth to sink into.
You grin, giggling softly as you press yourself down against his hardening member; he feels the damp heat coming from your sex, even through your pants. Not surprising after your intense make out session that had been going on for at least thirty minutes.
A slow drag of your hips along his length is enough to make his nose scrunch up as he suppresses a hiss. You big tease.
His cock twitches for you.
But he's not going to let you know just how needy he is yet.
He moves his hands to your hips, bringing his lips to your ear and mumbling a gentle command: “Lie down, darling.”
You hum in understanding, but pull back from him reluctantly. The friction between your sexes had just started to feel nice.
You adjust on the mattress and as he scoots closer to you, your hands immediately reach for him again.
As he's at your side, his hands go for the hem of your trousers. His thumbs slip past the fabric so he can get ahold of your panties too, and slowly, he starts to pull them down.
Your breath is uneven already.
“Part your legs for me, yes?” he whispers, smiling wryly at you. He's awfully aware of how much these alluring commands can turn you on.
“Gods, Astarion...” you whine, biting the inside of your cheek.
He knows what that's about.
“Oh, come on. Don't be coy. You can't possibly be any wetter than what I've made you on other occasions.”
You roll your eyes, watching him as he slips those clothes past your ankles and finally, your feet.
Tossing them aside, his gaze returns to you and he gives you a knowing smile.
“Let me see it.”
You spread your thighs slowly, making space for him in between them — a space he immediately occupies. He looks down at your exposed sex, raises his eyebrow and hums.
“Could've been a lot worse.”
He takes such pride in knowing he can make you wet with so little. He'll brag about it. Tease you as if you can't make him hard as brick without even touching him.
“Oh, please. Don't start.” you reply, scowling.
“You know you love it.”
You're grateful he didn't notice the clench down there.
It is true, after all, that deep down you love it when you're left bare and exposed for him in all your glory — and sticky wetness.
Before you can muster up something to say, you feel a pair of cold fingers brush over your clit.
You gasp softly, as Astarion starts to trace delicate circular motions, swelling up that particularly sensitive spot. The pace is slow, but he puts a noticeable amount of pressure on it — enough to make your legs twitch slightly every time he touches it from a specific angle.
“How does it feel?” he purrs, persistently keeping his eyes on yours. “Feels good?”
All you can manage is a nod. Now, come on, you could've certainly saw his response coming,
“Use your voice, dear.”
You swallow, then mumble “It feels good.”
With his free hand he caresses your inner thigh, before slowly trailing it towards the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, up, up, until your breasts are left exposed.
The view is certainly pleasing to him — you could swear that you saw his ears perk up a little.
He sighs deeply, leaning down to plaster kisses all over your breasts. His lips find your nipple and he nibbles gently, sucking on it a bit. When he pulls back from it, a string of saliva still connects him with its hardened surface. You writhe in pleasure, wrapping both arms loosely around his head.
He rests the side of his face on your soft tit, his sensitive ear right where your heart sings a rhythmic armony. He listens carefully as it beats against his ear, closing his eyes. That's life flowing inside you. Your body hot and and lively and vigurous with passion is something he'll never tire to admire, feel or taste.
He can hear the noise the blood coursing through your veins makes, your heart pounding faster and harder as the pleasures builds.
In the meantime, his fingers trace your swollen clit for one last time before his fingers slide down to trace your folds expertly. When they reach the entrance to your sex, he traces a few circles around it.
“So wet,” he comments, sliding a pair of fingers inside.
They follow an agonizingly slow in-and-out rhythm. You squirm, moving your hips in the direction of his hand — it's not enough.
He feels his pants going quite tight as he works his fingers inside you, caressing your sweet spot in deep strokes.
“More,” you whine, squeezing his waist with your thighs.
He doesn't answer, but he does move his thumb to circle your clit gently.
He has to bite back a groan when your walls hug his fingers tightly and a pool of warm wetness drenches them.
You writhe underneath him and his cock responds to that unexpected motion with a twitch.
He pushes his hips down the mattress and ruts against it, since his cock is too far away from any part of your body that he could possibly hump.
He turns his head from one side to the other and as he newly nestles against your chest, adjusting comfortably.
Then he sees it.
Your reflection.
In the mirror, your arms wrapped around his head look like they're floating.
Back arched, lips parted, thighs squirming, eyes shut rightly...
You look sublime.
It's not the first time he's greeted by such view, but even so he can't refrain himself from commenting on it. You're stunning when you have any part of him inside you and you need to know that.
“Look,” he mumbles, but you don't hear him.
Lifting his head from your chest, he smoothly raises his free hand to grab your chin, turning your head toward the mirror. The abrupt motion interrupts your pleasure momentarily; his cheek presses against yours as you both face the mirror.
“Look at that,” he repeats, his fingers curling into your sweet spot deeply enough to earn a high pitched moan out of you.
Knuckles deep, his fingers now fuck you at a rather frantic pace.
“Gods, you're beautiful...” he mumbles, his eyes fixed on that image before him.
You don't even have time to process what he's saying that he's basically already grinding his hips against your inner thigh. He skillfully maintains a coordinated rhythm with his fingers even while he's pleasuring himself.
But this dance doesn't last long.
He has to be inside you.
You're about to approach the edge of an orgasm when he pulls away from you.
“Up,” he gestures with an hand, patting your thigh impatiently with the other. As you do so, taking your time, he's already unbuttoning his pants. Only when he lowers his underwear enough to let his cock spring free he does exhale a quiet sigh of relief. He pumps it a bit, glancing up at you as he does.
He's not surprised to catch you staring, lips parted to form an ‘o’ shape.
“Up, honey. On your hands and knees. And face that mirror.”
Oh.
“...The mirror?” you echo, raising your brows and searching his gaze again.
“Did I stutter?” he retorts, raising his brows in a familiar fashion, playfully mocking you. “Go ahead.”
You take a few moments to process that order but you eventually oblige, placing yourself on all fours in front of said mirror.
Astarion scoots behind you, hands coming up to the small of your back to press on it, making you arch. He hears your sigh as his hardened cock presses against your ass. His lips curve in a knowing smile when one of his hands cups your rear and squeezes gently. He drags his cock along it again, grunting.
You whine, looking back at him from behind your shoulder. “Stop teasing.”
“Patient is the key,” he murmurs, leaning onto you and planting a tiny kiss on your shoulder before his chin comes to rest on it. He observes your reflection with feline attention.
“Look up.” he orders, and so you do. You meet your own eyes, feeling a certain embarrassment; you've always found it kind of creepy how, whenever you cross a reflective surface and you're in his company, he's simply not there.
“Do I have to?”
“I'm not going to let that go unseen,” his hips press into you and he uses an hand to help himself part your damp folds with the tip of his cock. “you look so pretty when I fuck you senseless.”
You grunt as your lips part in delight, eyes fluttering closed. He fills you with his whole length, slowly, and you're already at his mercy as he begins thrusting at a lazy rhythm. Astarion's lips press on your ear and he hushes you when you whine, “I've not even started yet,” he mumbles, reaching an hand up to grasp your hair so to hold your head up. Yet again, you're forced to meet your own reflection.
“That's the problem.” you answer, earning a chuckle out of him.
“Trust me, darling, if I had let my instincts win I would have been ravaging you by now. But waiting makes the experience better, doesn't it?”
Every word whispered brings sweet shivers down your spine. His lips move down the nape of your neck as he makes sure you feel every single inch of him as he pushes in and out. The pace picks up gradually and his eyes never leave the immacolate vision ahead of you.
You look in absolute bliss, lip twitching up whenever he speeds up a bit. It's impressive how you seem to forget about the rest of the world in a flash whenever he takes you.
Astarion starts to get impatient with himself. His cock is straining and all he wants is to get straight to the point and fuck you into oblivion until you're a sobbing, stuttering, trembling mess. But he insists on fighting against that urge; he always plays this ‘edging’ game with himself. It makes it all the better, somehow.
“You there?” he asks after a few seconds, given the fact that you've gotten silent and dropped the whining. He lifts off your back and straightens his own. His hand leaves your hair, trusting you to keep you head up on your own.
“Hm,” you hum in response. It seems you've gotten quite fond of the slow, gentle rhythm.
He has to fix that.
Can't have you falling asleep now, can he?
His hands find the soft curve of your hips and he gives them a strong squeeze that only lasts for a second, like a warning. It seems to stir you up a bit.
He angles his hips in a way that ensures that each movement he makes meets your deepest spot. He switches to a rapid pace so suddenly that it almost makes you lose your balance and slip your hands past the edge of the bed.
Fortunately, Astarion is there for you.
He grabs you by the hair not so gently, pulling you up. Your back arches naturally as a yelp escapes you.
He grins, letting out quick puffs of breath with every thrust. One of his hands finds your throat and his fingers curl around it, while the other rests on your ass for good measure. He tilts his head back, loosing himself in the warmth of your wet walls.
But he quickly raises his head back up towards the mirror. Your breasts, partially covered by the shirt you didn't bother to take off, bounce with every thrust. And as if that sight isn't enough to make his dick twitch inside you, he catches a glimpse of you rubbing your clit as he's fucking you.
This view somehow encourages him to give you more. So much more.
Until you can't handle it.
He uses the hand around your throat to pull you against his chest: an hoarse moan rumbles in your chest and fills the room as the movement chokes you a bit, but you don't mind.
His hand leaves your neck and find the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to expose your breasts further. His other arm snakes around your stomach and your head tilts back, resting against his shoulder.
Astarion doesn't miss the opportunity to plant kisses all over your neck, nibbling here and there and leaving a few scratches with his sharp fangs. He doesn't make too much of an effort to find the point in which your pulse pounds, pressing his parted lips on it and sucking.
When he makes sure he has left an hickey, lips find your earlobe and he bring it in between his lips, suckling it gently. “Such elegance in your every movement,” he sighs, voice low and alluring. “impressive.”
You whimper in response, and as he tilts his to the side, he catches your hand trembling in the reflection.
Your brain fogs up and you reach that moment in your ecstasy in which you go limp, letting yourself go completely. Your stomach slowly twists in a knot as your orgasm approaches.
“Let me do it for you,” he whispers, gently pushing your hand away, replacing it with his own. His fingers circle your clit in quick movements that match the pace of his thrusts, which, however, gets messier and sloppier as he approaches the sweet edge as well.
He groans as his free hand gropes you all over, squeezing and pulling on the softest spots of your body he knows by heart by now. You manage to open your eyes and see clearly for a couple of seconds and, well, you're surprised to notice that the view ahead of you does turn you on some more.
There's just... Something in the way you know that it's Astarion reducing you to such a mess and and most of all, it's to be witnessing it in real time what earns a clench of your walls around his member.
The way your sex responds to that vision can't go unnoticed when Astarion is balls deep inside it.
He smirks, biting the shell of your ear as he rams inside you, chasing both yours and his orgasm. Your moans sound breathless as your clit swells with arousal under the tips of his fingers, aching for a release. You raise an hand up to grasp his hair, desperate for something to hold onto. You tilt your head so that you can meet his lips for a messy kiss, which Astarion reciprocates.
However, he breaks away with a growl when you start panting into his mouth. He watches the climax happen on your face, then your body: you tremble, losing control over your hips that chase those fingers on your clit and his cock. Both your shaking hands find his hips and you grip them tightly, dipping your nails in his flesh.
Your clit swells and your walls clench deliciously around his member, squeezing him in.
He stares, eyes wide and basically glowing.
His pace doesn't falter, not even for a second, although he pulls his hand back from your clit in order to focus on his cock straining inside you.
He whimpers desperately, getting impatient to come, which results in sloppier thrusts. His name leaves your lips in a sobby moan; you lose balance, letting yourself sink into the mattress.
He sounds so good. You grip the sheets tightly and he leans down, lips against the nape of your neck.
“Just a little more, a little bit more... I know you can handle it,” he mumbles breathlessly, feeling his cock twitch and balls tightening.
He looks up to meet the blessed view of you, squirming and spent as you cry into the mattress, muttering phrases of ecstasy he doesn't quite catch; he finds it adorable how you kind of... Lose your ability to speak properly when you're drunk on his cock.
His hips falter and he groans, sinking his fingers into your flesh and pushing you down against him. He feels his knees abandon him for a second or two as he spills his semen inside your aching cunt. The thought of pulling out didn't even cross him, not when you clench around him so tantalizingly.
He grunts, mumbling your name a few times as the last thrusts guide him over the wave of his ecstasy.
Next, he collapses on top of you.
You lower your ass under his weight, grunting. It takes a few moments, but he eventually lazily pulls out of you, unable to contain a small, content grin at the sight of his cum spilling out of your puffy sex.
He lays on his back beside you, making the mattress bounce gently with his weight as he settles. You turn your head to him, propping yourself up on your elbows.
He's following your every movement with his eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asks quietly, hand raising to caress your face.
You snuggle against the cool palm of his hand, giving up on trying to keep your eyes open. You give a slight nod, then ask: “Are you?”
“Do I not look like it?” he replies, smiling lovingly, fangs peeking at the corners of his mouth.
A comfortable silence falls between you two, but you're the one to break it:
“I might be into this whole mirror thing, y'know.”
He grins, narrowing his gaze. “Oh, love. I always knew you were a bit of an exhibitionist.”
“...It was your idea, I shall remind you.”
“And you went along with it.”
“I did.”
You yawn, leaning in to rest your head against his unmoving chest. He wraps you up into his arms and you do the same, lifting your head up to print small kisses all over his face.
You both lay there for a while, not bothering to get cleaned up right away: it has been like this ever since you've grown more comfortable around each other. You take it easy, savoring the aftermath of passion and the softness that comes with it, between giggles and stolen kisses.
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Beyond Desperation
Halsin Silverbough x Reader
a/n: Halsin and Astarion, my two main mans. I couldn’t not write something for Halsin. Some of the description may have gotten a little size kinky but dude is huge so it makes sense to me.
summary: After a particularly adrenaline endorsing fight ensues, Halsin needs desperately to feel close to you. His first course of action is to connect his body and soul with yours, replacing the aches of the fight with the aches of strenuous activities. Leading him to go a little bit overboard and apologize through vigorous after-care.
warning: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, biting, marking, body worship, light subspace, phenomenal after-care.
word count: 2.7k
It was due to a planned attack that started all of this. You had been there of course, fighting by his side. He had been particularly looking forward to it all day, his energy levels high despite his calm demeanor. You could tell having learned to read his body language and all the other things he never needed to speak aloud. Halsin was itching to help and frankly, so were you. Both of you aiming to look out for the natural order of things.
But then something happened that you probably both should’ve expected. In his excitement, Halsin had gone a bit too wild for a first turn of attack. After that, it wasn’t much longer until the entire fight was over and you all had clearly won. The other guys, while having gotten a few good hits in, couldn’t last long compared to Halsin’s stamina.
Afterwards, he went right to you, still overwhelmingly pent up from the very underwhelming experience of a fight. Checking to make sure you weren’t seriously injured. His heading straight for you was growing to be somewhat of a common occurrence. You tried not to look into it or think too deeply about it. You knew the way in which he cared for others. But that didn’t stop your heart from warming that he came right for you when becoming aware of his need. That he trusted you to be able to take care of him.
Though right now you were starting to feel a strange kindred bond that your opponents had with him. That's to say you were beginning to fear you too didn’t have the stamina to match up with Halsin. Your nails dig into Halsin’s stomach, bringing out a low growl from him as he helps you ride him into another orgasm for you both.
Like clockwork a hoarse scream is ripped from your throat as Halsin brings you to another one of your countless rippling climaxes. Your orgasm coats his cock just as your walls spasm around him and he groans, his eyes clouded over in a lust-filled daze. The only thing on his mind is bringing you to your peak once again, desperate to feel the way you clench around him as he empties himself inside of you. Desperate to see and feel your body as he gives you pleasure. Even as a puddle of your combined release soaks into the bedroom sheets of the local inn.
Your body convulses as sharp prickles erupt over your body from his deep thrusts and the beginnings of overstimulation. A whimper moves past your lips as you sag against Halsin’s broad warm chest, exhaustion falling over you after hours of euphoric bliss.
“You’ve done so well for me, dove. I knew you would,” Halsin’s low gravelly voice whispers along the shell of your ear as he leans down to your height. Your body twitches as he continues rocking into you though you can tell he’s restraining himself. Holding back from taking you again so soon after such an intense orgasm. You whine, burying your face in his neck as your hands trail up his overheated skin till they wrap into his hair. Both of you feeling needy for touch right now. For closeness and connection. “Sh, sh, sh. I’ve got you.”
“More Halsin, please,” you croak out, lips brushing along his raging pulse. Your hips start to move with his and your jaw drops, feeling the burn as his thick girth continues to stretch and split you open. But Halsin’s hands are right there on your ass, pushing himself inside you. Your body warps into him, a long mewl leaving you. But just as you think it’s about to get so good again, Halsin’s hands tighten, keeping himself firmly planted in your walls.
“Relax, it’s alright. Take your time. I know you got one more in you and I’m not going anywhere,” Halsin’s voice is a low rumble that vibrates against your skin as he peppers kisses along your shoulder. Your body still shakes but you’re itching to move, to keep him stuffing you full of his cum till he forces it out with another healthy dose of it. You truly don’t know where your minds gone when you reach this place with him. The crown of his cock rests sweetly against your cervix and it only serves to drive you deeper into insanity.
“Don’t- don’t make me wait. I can’t and I know you can’t either. I know you need it and I can do this for you. I want to do this for you,” you beg earnestly as a light fog grows heavier in your mind and your arousal for him heightens. You know this’ll give Halsin peace of mind, you know it’ll calm him after the fight you all went through. You want nothing more than to give that to him. So you whisper the one thing you hope will push him over the edge. “Just let go.”
Halsin is frozen, keeping you frozen along with him. His forehead now resting heavily on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone as he inhales heavy amounts of your scent. Then with a final squeeze to your ass, he lifts you up his cock, only leaving in the tip before his hips snap harshly back up into you. You cry out, cunt fluttering around his cock to which it responds with a twitch. Your bodies having been molded and in sync to each others.
Your hands caress his ears in order to intensify his pleasure. You feel the rumble in his chest and you press closer to him. Using his hold on your bottom, Halsin moves you up and down on his dick with ease, starting you both at a hurried pace. Your jaw drops, teeth nicking the skin of his neck.
“You’re ok,” Halsin breathes out, his voice low. You can hear the way he inhales and exhales roughly, tiny grunts leaving him with every wet smack of your hips meeting. You can only respond with broken whines, eyes fluttering as you lean all your weight on his imposing yet comforting figure. Halsin is more than prepared to carry you through this as he fucks into you.
His hands grip your body tightly as he fights for control, not wanting to be more rough than you can handle. His nails lightly dig into your skin, breaking skin in a way that has you moaning as pricks of pain join in with the vast amounts of pleasure. You know it’s sure to leave a mark or two but you can’t help but want more. Something that won’t fade away in a day or two.
You writhe against Halsin’s body, wanting his cock to touch every depth inside you as he maintains his frenzied pace. Lifting his head from your shoulder, he maneuvers around in order to more easily trail his soft lips over your heated body. He follows a pathway down your neck, tongue teasing your shoulder. His back arches so he can continue on along your chest. You gasp as his teeth bite at you softly, making your body buzz and quiver. His lips seem unable to leave your skin. You note the way his body shakes, his breath mixing with his groans and coming out in short pants.
You moan as his nails sink in a little further. Head thrown back you bask in every sensation you’re greeted with. It’s only when Halsin’s lips pause just above your collarbone do some of your senses come back to you. Though it remains difficult as you feel as though your body is floating in an air of bliss.
“W-what?” You try to ask through your haze, but talking proves to be difficult as every single thrust is punching the air out of your lungs. You barely even register it as Halsin’s teeth sink deep into your flesh. You’re so consumed by pleasure the puncture feels like faint tingles that only increase your ecstasy. You cry out more from surprise than anything. Your hands hold onto his hair tightly as you keep him right there inside you. Now in every way.
Halsin, so caught up in the way your tight cunt sucks him in with every thrust, the warm wetness encompassing him, and your beautiful body welcoming everything he is, he couldn’t stop the overflowing emotions whirling around in his mind. Before he knew it his teeth were out and burying themselves in deep. He was going to take them out immediately— he was going to apologize. But then he felt you tug him closer.
So instead he finds his mind completely spinning. Every time he starts to lift you up his cock, his hips snap back up into you as if desperate to stay. You whimper, back arching unnaturally as you’re unable to escape a second of pleasure, not getting a moment of reprieve. His brutal pace is relentless as he jackhammers his way inside you. You squirm but it only has him pressing harder into your G-spot, causing a sharp choking noise to leave you from the shock.
Your body tenses as you can’t escape the intense sensations inflicted upon you. You try to open your mouth and express it but all that leaves is a long moan that only has Halsin start sucking at the skin around his mark, his teeth still embedded in you. Your stomach clenches painfully as your orgasm reaches higher and higher. Goosebumps spread across your skin like wildfire as you feel yourself burning from the inside out. That burning heat coming from the way his girth fills you, consumes you.
Halsin, having become attuned with your body, senses that you’re on the precipice of something magnificent. He doesn’t hesitate to slam your body back down on his dick and grind your clit roughly on the hair of his happy trail. You choke, your body jerking with violent force as the cord at the bottom of your belly snaps. A ringing echos in your ears and you can faintly hear your screaming beyond that as your climax crashes into you in waves, one right after the other as he doesn’t stop the stimulation on your clit.
A few moments later his teeth slip out of you as he goans from your clenching down on him. A few quick jerks of his hips and he’s emptying another load into your walls. You feel his cum flood through you, adding to the mix of busy sensations you’re experiencing. Yet this one has to be your favorite. Your body convulses uncontrollably and you feel a faint spark of worry as black spots suddenly surround your vision. You quickly call out Halsin’s name before you fall into darkness, your body going limp in his hold.
When you wake, you’re laying on the bed flat on your back. You wonder what woke you up and why you were asleep in the first place when a shocking texture brushes between your folds. You hiss, body jerking back. You look down just as Halsin’s head snaps up to look at you. Seeing a wet cloth in his hand and the tortured look in his eye has your memories flooding back to the front of your mind in an instant.
His gaze only lasts a moment before moving back down between your thighs. You see as that tortured look increases as his face twists. With a featherlight touch he cleans you up, being careful with the wet cloth as he wipes everything away. Your body aches but his soothing touch is enough to make you instantly relax back into the bed.
“Oh, Halsin,” you sigh, voice hoarse from your screams, watching as he avoids your gaze. Your limbs feel as though they weigh a million pounds, so all you can do is lay and watch as Halsin internally tortures himself over what just happened. Your heart flutters as he bends down, pressing soft apologetic kisses across your hips.
“Sweetheart, I am so sorry,” Halsin mumbles after a few long moments of silence. He grimaces, shaking his head as his eyes once again catch onto the forming bruises around your hips he’d just kissed. Looking away for a moment he puts some green paste he most likely made on his hands. He then leans forward, hands sliding over your bum and to the small puncture wounds from his nails. He makes sure to rub it in carefully to each mark. You wait until he’s finished and sitting back next to your legs.
“Halsin c’mere,” you call gently, loving the evident care shown from him while also needing you both need more. The air surrounding you is cold and empty as the fog is all but disappeared from your mind and you once again feel everything fully. You see Halsin hesitate, doing a double take to meet your gaze. Emotion rises in your chest and your voice cracks as you ask again. “Please, come here.”
His face twists in pain at the small break in your call. He doesn’t waste another moment before crawling up the length of his bed. Laying by your side he remains close while keeping a few inches of space between you. His eyes frantically move up and down your naked body, checking you over for what was probably the millionth time.
“How’re you feeling? Do you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He asks quietly, one question firing off as soon as he finishes asking the first. Finding your strength, you sluggishly lift an arm and cup his cheeks in order to bring his focus to your face. His cheek falls into your palm, soaking up your touch. “I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you say in an attempt to calm his guilty heart. But Halsin immediately scoffs, not buying that for a second. In the moment, it had briefly scared you. But you were ok. Now, more than anything, you wanted to laugh about how he’d made you feel so good your body gave out. Though you could see he wasn’t in the joking mood right now.
“You cannot say such things, sweetheart, look at you,” Halsin says, motioning a hand along your stiff body, eyes following it. That same hand carefully lands around your waist. He rubs his thumb in calming circles, bringing a warmth to spread through you. Guilt continues to radiate off of him and it hurts your heart to see. He closes his eyes, angling his head to kiss along your wrist and down your arm. “I lost control— that is far from ok,”
“I wanted to go again. I don’t regret it, even now,” you admit, thumb caressing his cheek. Both of you subconsciously working to soothe the other. Halsin’s eyes open and meet yours. You can see his emotions going haywire through the depth of his eyes. He feels so much and carries so much on his back. He’s incredibly strong but you want him to know he doesn’t have to carry it alone.
“I was reckless. It was my responsibility to take care of you, make sure I wasn’t too rough. Now look at you,” he murmurs against your skin as he continues his soft kisses. With your hand now free of his face, you wrap it back into his hair. Such a simple touch from him has your heart beating out of your chest.
“Look at me. You’re taking care of me perfectly,” you express, letting your emotion shine through to him. His soft eyes flicker up to look at you as his lips reach your shoulder. They now look the tiniest bit more forgiving than they did a moment ago. Without moving even an inch away, his arms slip around your body. He curls you into himself, fully encapsulating you within his form. You hum contently, curling your arms between your bodies and brushing along his smooth skin.
“And I won’t stop. Is there anything you need?” His face now right in front of yours and his body surrounding you completely, you feel a million times better. Comfort and safety solidify themselves within you. Your eyes look between his as you can see his full attention on you and anything you may need of him. Right now the idea of needing more seems impossible as you have everything you could ask for right here.
“Just this.”
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no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her
A Baldur's Gate 3 Reader Insert Fic by scarredwithcruelintentions
(crossposted on AO3 here)
Rated: E
Pairing: Astarion/Tav, Astarion/Reader
Current W/C: 23,144
Summary:
The memory of clawing his way out of his own grave was among the worst he'd collected over his long life. He'd never imagined being turned would lead to nearly two hundred years of enslavement at the hands of a cruel master; but then again, he'd never even imagined being turned in the first place. All of his days as a spawn had blurred together, so much the same as they were in their infinite torment and shadow.
Until, one day, they weren't.
He knew one thing for certain, though.
If he had to do it all over again, crawl from his grave and live another two centuries of endless night, he would without question.
For after the darkness, he would come to find the light. He would come to find you.
A/N:
Hey everyone!
I went into Baldur's Gate 3 completely blind, knowing nothing about any of the characters, story, or gameplay. And, of course, I was immediately drawn to Astarion with his striking beauty, heavy flirting and aloof cockiness. Totally let the horny rule my brain (because GODS DAMN he's hot) and pursued a romance with him. And then I learned more about his story as I progressed in the game, and I was completely disgusted with myself.
See, I did to Astarion exactly what so many people have done to me: I looked at him as an object, as a pretty piece of arm candy that was happy to cater to my *ahem* more lascivious whims. My heart broke a little (okay, a lot) because I feel much the same way as him about being treated like a piece of meat, something to be consumed and discarded in one fell swoop.
I recently started Cognitive Processing Therapy for my trauma, and because I really connected with his character and storyline, I was compelled to write an apology to him in the form of this fic. Equally, in turn, it acts as the love letter to myself in accepting and moving forward from my own traumas.
As I'm sure you can tell by now, there is a lot of heavy and uncomfortable subject matter to come in this, and I don't blame anyone for needing to click away. The story is meant to be an exploration of relearning the full spectrum of human(oid) emotions, so it will be a bit of a rollercoaster.
Big shoutout to my Skwid Sis for cheerleading and my best friend and partner in crime, Big Daddy E, for reading it out loud with me in character and helping me (try to) edit my unnecessarily verbose run-on sentences. I cherish you two more than words will ever come close to expressing, and just want to say thank you for being patient and understanding with me during this very painful and difficult process.
And lastly, I want to thank you, the reader, for taking the time to share in my healing journey by giving this silly lil brainchild of mine a chance.
I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I've been enjoying writing it. :)
Likes, comments and reblogs much appreciated! Will be updated weekly (unless, yk, I am particularly inspired to share)!
chapter 1: this is a gift
chapter 2: the hunted
chapter 3: a desperate revelation
chapter 4: a reflection in another's eyes
chapter 5: a lament for all things lost
chapter 6: ruination and regret
chapter 7: sorrowful lash
chapter 8: scorched earth and rebirth
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Sleep Well
Gale x Reader (Baldur's Gate 3)
Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.
CW: AFAB reader, no pronouns or names used. Graphic descriptions of oral sex. Mentions of p.i.v.
Since I hit 69 followers on this blog, you all voted if I should celebrate by writing something, and I did. Enjoy! This is my first time writing for Gale and I don't expect it to be my last.
Gale sighed and put down the book he'd been reading. He yawned and stretched like a cat, his fingers finding your hairline and gently stroking. "Shall we go to bed, my love?"
You nuzzled your cheek into his thigh where you lay. "Mm, I think I could stay like this forever."
He chuckled, tracing the line of your cheekbone with his thumb.
"As could I, but we have a long day of travel ahead of us. We need to be well rested for whatever tomorrow will bring."
You pouted, nestling your face further into his lap. "But I'm so comfortable here," you complained, only half in jest. "And I'm not sleepy."
Gale sighed. "The rest of camp is surely asleep by now. We have already stayed up a bit too late reading. We should-"
You cut him off. "Well, if the others are all asleep..."
You turned your head ever so slightly, meeting his warm gaze. You could get lost in those deep brown eyes. The look in them was one of pure adoration, no secrets swimming in their depths. From the moment he had confessed his love to you, any reservations he had held had melted away at the assurance of your hand in his. He loved you.
A smile teased at his lips. "Oh, I see. Perhaps you want me to, erm, wear you out? Make sure you sleep well tonight?"
You nodded, blushing slightly.
He hummed approval, easing you off of his lap as he pulled off his tunic. His broad chest, tattoo tracing its way from his heart to his cheek, was softly illuminated in the candlelight.
"Come here." His voice was thick with arousal, somewhere between an order and a plea. He could have been begging, he could have been demanding. You stood, shucking off your own nightclothes, before kneeling, straddling his head, but not lowering yourself fully. Close enough for him to smell your arousal but not letting him taste you yet.
He groaned, hands rising to your hips as though to pull you onto him, hold you steady while you rode his tongue as you had many times before.
You grasped his fingers before he could pull your hips down, close the distance between your slick cunt and his warm mouth. He let out a small whine of protest. He was hungry for you.
"Is this what you want?" You teased, "do you want me to sit down? Do you want to taste me?"
Gale let out a low moan. "You know that's all I want, all I've ever wanted. I crave your nectar." So poetic, even with his pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed.
"Then you're going to have to let me taste you first." A wicked grin spread across your face as you lifted up, gently pushing his hands down to his sides.
"My love, you know you never have to--that I never expect you to--Aah!" Gale gasped sharply as you unlaced his breeches and pulled them down, exposing his already hard cock to the night air filling his tent. Running a finger up the vein on the underside, you smiled. "Good boy, already so hard for me. You know exactly what I want, don't you?"
Pressing a kiss to the head, you scooted down so that you were resting on your stomach between Gale's thighs. You knew that if you didn't take him like this, he would be content to make you cum against his mouth again and again, only seeking his own pleasure once you were a mewling mess begging for him to fill your sensitive, twitching pussy. You loved that about him--how could you not be damn near addicted to such a generous lover?
But as delightful as it was to watch him shudder with desire just from giving you orgasm after orgasm, you found that there was a very real part of you that wanted to do the same for him. Make him squirm and whimper your name, bucking his hips into your hand as you stroked him. Take his cock into your mouth until you were choking on it, tears streaming down your face. See, you would think, see how completely undone I am for you? How I worship you every bit as much as you worship me?
This was one of those nights. Just as you were lowering your head about to start sucking at his cock, Gale placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. "No, not like this."
Immediately, you sat up. "What's wrong? We can stop if you're uncomfortable or too tired or--"
He cut you off with a low laugh.
"No, no. What you were about to do is.... delightful. Please, do not think that the feeling of your lips around me does not drive me wild. It does, most assuredly. I simply want--I still want to taste you. In fact, I'd prefer to taste you while you do that, if it's all the same to you."
You felt your eyes widen. "Absolutely," you choked out, "I would love that."
Rising from between his legs, you crouched above his face once more, this time facing his crotch. The moment you lowered yourself fully onto Gale's lips, his cock twitched and a small bead of precum bloomed from the tip.
You rocked your hips slightly against him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure along your clit. Moaning, you leaned forward, gently pulling his thighs toward you for balance. With his feet flat on his bedroll, Gale spread his legs. You bent forward, taking his tip into your mouth and licking the precum from it. Gently, you flicked your tongue across the slit there, widening the circle until you were tracing the flare at the base of the head with just your tongue.
He moaned into you and the vibration of the sound made you let out a whine of your own, muffled by your mouthful of cock.
As your pace quickened, the careful patterns Gale had been tracing along your folds became more frenzied. His fingers, usually so gentle, dug into the flesh of your hips as he pulled himself deeper into you, tongue flicking into your vagina with a desperation you'd never felt from him before, even on your first few nights together. If you hadn't had your mouth full, you thought you would have been screaming his name.
Instead, you moaned louder against his shaft as your head bobbed, taking every inch of him if only to stifle the sounds he was rending from you as he tonguefucked you. It was too much. You came with a gasp, needily grinding against his chin as he kept licking and sucking you through your orgasm.
Even though you had stopped working him as you came, the sound and taste of your orgasm sent him rutting up into your mouth again, rougher this time, thrusting up into your mouth while you held your head still and came down from your high. He was close, you could tell from his whimpers that he was about to spill. Once you could breathe again, you pulled a hand from his leg and began to stroke him, his shaft slick with your spit, as you ran your tongue along the head. Faster, faster, until he came, his load spilling down your throat with a beautiful moan.
You swallowed, your throat contracting as you licked the last of his cum from his still twitching dick.
Gingerly, you rolled off of him and resituated so that you were lying on the bedroll beside him, your faces only inches apart. Gale rolled onto his side and kissed you, deeply, sloppily. You tasted yourself on his tongue and knew he must taste the salty tang of his semen in your mouth as well.
Satisfied and slightly out of breath, he pulled back. "Was that...what you...had hoped for?" He gasped.
"Oh Gale," you murmured as you buried your face in his chest, "I don't even know where to start." Your eyelids were growing heavy with sleep.
Gale raised one big hand to cradle your face. "Start with sleep, my darling."
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Birdsong
“We didn’t have to - I mean,” you try to find the right words, the ones that would make him stay with you for the evening. “You don’t have to go.”
“I was trying to be polite, innocent little bird,” he raises an eyebrow in surprise, studying you again. You sit up, leaning back on your hands as you ignore the urge to correct your sleepshirt, well aware that one breast is nearly exposed from how it now hangs. “But look at you, such a pretty mess.”
“I want you,” you hear yourself say, shocked at the bold admission. You’ve been holding back the truth of how badly you want him, but with the way his body reacted to yours, maybe it isn’t as big a long shot as you’d been telling yourself… “I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want you to stay.”
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The first time you let Astarion bite your neck, and you're surprised to find just how badly it makes you want him.
Rating: E
Word Count: 2,600
Content: 18+, smut, afab reader, cunnilingus, oral sex, PiV, creampie, breeding kink if you look really hard, vampire bites,
[ao3 link]
You open your eyes, sensing something off even in your deep, dreamless sleep, and are greeted by teeth - a mouth open wide and ready to devour.
“Shit,” is all he can say as he sits back on his heels, fidgeting nervously as you sit up and pull away - some latent instinct that you need to distance yourself for safety kicking in even though you know Astarion and what he needs.
“I’m sorry, I - I only need a little blood,” he says, moving away from you and extending his hands in front of him. A gesture of peace, of safety. You don’t stand, but move to a kneeling position before him, well aware that your expression is likely one of fear and confusion.
You’d agreed after his first feeding that you’d help when you could, signaling him after a long day if you were available for him that evening. His feedings are easy now, the process so quick and painless, you rarely wake up when his teeth meet your wrist in the dead of night.
“I suppose I can help you with that,” you whisper, your voice still thick from sleep. “Um…how would you like me?”
“All over camp, love,” he smirks, and his smile only grows when he spies the quick blush that heats your cheeks at the words.
“Ha ha,” is all you manage to say, and you roll your eyes playfully.
“Since you’re awake, I’ve been hoping to try at your neck one of these lovely nights together” his eyebrows knotting together as he moves to kneel next to you. “If that’s alright with you, my sweet, little bird.”
He’d been feeding from your wrist for the last tenday, working hard to master his control when feeding, especially since your blood is the best he gets compared to all the animals and goblins the wilderness provides. You’d limited him to that, trusting he’d keep his word if he fed from you while you slept, but he’d behaved himself - proven he could control his hunger.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, darling, but I am happy to take from your wrist again. I simply wanted to avoid the risk of scarring from repeated feedings. We need to keep you pretty, don’t we?”
“Hmm,” you consider, pinching your lips together and trying not to look too bashful. The thought of his lips on your neck… “I suppose my neck is fine.”
You tried not to cringe as your voice came out in a soft squeak, laying back quickly to hide your embarrassment.
“Are you quite sure you’re comfortable with this?”
“You promise not to kill me?” Again, you try to joke, but your voice falters and only sounds tired instead.
“Feel free to push me off if you start to feel faint, you know the drill, pet,” he says softly, positioning himself over you. He smells of familiar herbs, rosemary and bergamot, and something dark but sweet as well. The feeling of his body hovering above yours, while he scoops his hand under your head so tenderly, starts an ache in your core that is wholly new. You want him to rest fully against you, to run his hands through your hair, and the thoughts make you close your eyes in hesitation.
Before you can second guess yourself and this choice, he bites down, and icy pain draws a gasp from your lips as you try to adjust to the sensation. It’s more unpleasant than your wrist, to be sure, but under this pain is a different sensation - brought on by the feeling of his tongue lapping at your neck, suckling at your lifeblood with combined tenderness and desperation.
You don’t expect it to light a fire in your belly, your breath hitching as his body draws closer over yours. It’s only been a second, but it feels like your whole body rewrites what you know as normal as he drinks from you.
A quiet moan escapes your lips at the feeling of him sinking onto you, a distinct hardness pressing into the gap between your thighs as he writhes against you. You’re more than familiar with how the sudden rush of energy and blood usually arouses all parts of him, but feeling it against you, against your heat, is entirely new. He whimpers in turn, his hips rolling into yours, and then you can hear his voice echoing through your mind.
“Are you still alright, sweet bird?” He asks through your shared tadpole connection, and all you can do was whimper in delight at the pet name and the purr of his voice caressing your thoughts.
The world feels fuzzy and warm as he drinks, like you indulged in too much wine before bed, and after what feels like not enough time at all, he pulls himself off. Or rather, he pulls away from your neck, but his body remains against yours, hard and panting.
You meet his ruby eyes, both of your expressions hazy and wild. He rubs the mess of red away with the back of one hand, keeping himself above you while resting on the forearm of the other. Some part of you is sad to see the red go, to see that sight of you on him swept away.
“Darling? Are you alright?” His question is little more than a whisper against your lips, he hovers so close. You could feel his cold hands softly twist in your hair, as if to bring your focus back to him, back to your body, as you reorient from the bloodloss.
“I’m fine,” but your eyes don’t leave his, even as they grow hazy with sleep and bloodloss, your body suddenly desperate for rest. But without thinking, you reach up - tangling your hands in his mess of silver hair - and tug him down into a kiss.
It’s slow at first, surprise causing him to tense for just a moment, and then he opens for you. His mouth crashing upon yours, the hardness between his legs digging into you as you fumble for more of each other, tongues dancing. The sluggish hum in your bones that’s familiar after his feedings seems to heighten the sensations of pleasure that course through you, your hands quickly moving to his sides, his back, his neck.
Before you might beg for more, he pauses and pulls away, scanning your eyes as he does.
Astarion sits up, and your body goes cold as he does - despite the fire just outside and the blankets that you were tangled in. “I’m sorry - I didn’t expect, well, to enjoy that quite so thoroughly.” He gestured with one hand to his body as he moved to stand, and your eyes fell to the obvious erection in his pants. “You were absolutely delicious.”
There are no words for what you see, the want that you feel crest within you like a tidal wave at the sight of him - of how he wants you. And you’d never seen someone so hard before…Gods…you’re speechless at the sight.
You pinch your lips into a fine line but can’t stop the smile that you know comes upon your face as you look back up to his, meeting his eyes as he winks. Your face is hot, your body feels hot - you feel unhinged by the overwhelming desire that aches for him.
“We didn’t have to - I mean,” you try to find the right words, the ones that would make him stay with you for the evening. “You don’t have to go.”
“I was trying to be polite, innocent little bird,” he raises an eyebrow in surprise, studying you again. You sit up, leaning back on your hands as you ignore the urge to correct your sleepshirt, well aware that one breast is nearly exposed from how it now hangs. “But look at you, such a pretty mess.”
“I want you,” you hear yourself say, shocked at the bold admission. You’ve been holding back the truth of how badly you want him, but with the way his body reacted to yours, maybe it isn’t as big a long shot as you’d been telling yourself… “I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want you to stay.”
“Oh you wicked little thing,” Astarion grins, “I noticed how you pant and writhe when I’m lost in your blood. But I had no idea how desperately you desired me.”
“Well, then stay. Stay and fuck me, Astarion.”
“I do love a woman who knows what she wants,” and with a swift, fluid motion, he tugs his shirt over his shoulders and his perfect chest is bared for you. You smile and lean back, tugging him against you as you do - propriety be damned.
His mouth meets yours again in another chaotic, crashing kiss that tears a moan from you as his fingers go to the buttons of your sleepshirt. It falls from your shoulders and goosebumps dance up your arms at the contact of his cold skin on yours and the way your arousal grows more insistent with every swipe of his tongue against yours.
He pulls back, scanning your face for just a moment, and you can’t help the mewling “Please” that escapes your lips, desperation evident in every word. You need more of him, and after waiting for weeks, you’re ready for him to give you everything.
Astarion gives a wicked grin at the sound of your begging, but his mouth only moves low enough to take a single nipple in his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the hardened peak, before latching around it and sucking deeply.
He shimmies your panties down with his next movement and holds up your hips, sliding his tongue up the length of your sex while one arm keeps your legs above him. You can’t help but groan at the delicious feeling of his mouth finally meeting your waiting, swollen bud, and quickly have to rest your legs on his shoulders to keep from bucking wildly at the intensity of the pleasure he offers you.
And Gods, but he devours you, lewd noises filling your small excuse for a tent as his tongue laps at your soaking cunt. The pleasure behind your eyes burns white hot as he slips his tongue inside you, his nose against your clit moving in time with each shallow thrust. He groans with each pulsing clench of your body around him and your hands tangle in the blanket below you as you grasp for anything that might ground you in this moment.
Before you get too close to your peak, he briefly sets your hips down and moves to slip his cock out of his pants. He palms his length with one hand, hissing as he tightly pumps himself, and then slips the other back inside you. Astarion moves low, adjusting his body in a single smooth movement and then he’s before you once more, licking up until he pulls your pulsing, waiting clit into his mouth and sucking. Massaging your inner walls while he holds your pleasure between his lips and rolls his tongue until you’re bucking against his mouth.
You go over the edge, dissolving into waves of pleasure with his name crashing from your lips in a keening moan and feel the way his mouth turns up into a smile as you clench around his fingers, but his mouth stays in place until your body stills around him.
“You taste so sweet when you cum,” He moves up to kiss you and you sigh against his lips.
“Hells,” you breathe when he pulls away, trying to catch your breath as the hum of release dances through your body, but Astarion has no interest in letting you rest.
“Now, let’s go for one more,” he starts, lining his cock up with your entrance and then sliding it against your slit, wetting his length with your arousal. He presses into you a moment later and you gasp at the sensation, at the way he stretches you to fit all of him, and his next words are enough to nearly shatter you again.
“This time, I want you to come around my cock, my sweet, little bird.”
He doesn’t wait another moment before withdrawing then burying himself to the hilt, his moan echoing your gasp at how full you feel once he’s inside you. His rhythm is so desperate and slow and deep that you’re quickly lost in every punishing hit of his body meeting yours.
You can’t muffle your pleading moans as you beg for more of him, for the pleasure he offers and he shifts, putting one leg on his shoulder once more so he can take you even deeper. He’s bent over you and staring into your eyes as he ruts, smiling and purring as he watches you come closer and closer to breaking.
“Yes, that’s…so good,” he groans, “...doing so good for me little bird.”
His nickname for you, in this context, feels like lightning dancing through your skin and igniting in that aching place where your bodies meet. He kisses you deeply, moans exchanged in the space where your tongues dance, and then he pulls away quickly, his voice gruff as he demands, “Turn over, sweet thing.”
You do as you're told, flipping onto your stomach, and before you might shift to be on hands and knees, you feel his strong hands kneading the muscle of your ass, his cock lining up with your entrance once more. Astarion angles your hips up for him and slides back inside with a delicious, deep groan
“Wanna feel you - uhnnn, Gods, bird - come around my cock,” he moans, his rhythm growing erratic as you both approach the peak for your pleasure together. “Be a good girl for me, be - please - fuck, you feel so good -”
With deep push inside you, his cock finds a spot that has your eyes rolling back and your body soaking him in your arousal, his praise continuing until you do as he asks again. He brings you closer and closer to the edge with every perfect stroke, his hips meeting your ass and balls hitting your clit with every punishing thrust.
Your climax crashes through you this time, pulsing and clenching and begging for more and more of him. You see white and stars as you pant and cry through
“Fill me,” you beg, finding your voice as the aftershocks of your orgasm leave your cunt fluttering around him. He fucks into you with absolute abandon now, desperate for his own release. “Please Astarion, come for me. I want to feel you fill me, please, please -”
“Gods above - fuck - oh, oh, fuck - ” he groans and slows as he spends himself within you, continuing to roll his hips into you with every pulse of his cock emptying within you.
When he stills with you, neither of you move for a moment as you catch your breath. The scent of sex fills the air and you’re sure you should be bothered by how loud you were, how your companions have undoubtedly heard you both, but you don’t care.
His cold chest presses into your back and you’re surprised when he dots cold kisses across your shoulder blade and then turns your cheek toward him, pressing a kiss there as well with a soft hum.
“You have a lovely singing voice, my pretty bird,” he croons into the curve of your neck, continuing to pepper your neck, back and shoulders with kisses. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think I’d like an encore.”
When he moves off your back again, raising your hips til you feel his tongue licking at the spend he’s left within you, you cry a moan of delicious agony, and start to sing for him again.
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Baldur’s Gate 3 spoilers
I hate all of Karlach’s endings, so I am going to be delulu about it. But I hc that after she goes back hell with Wyll my Tav and Halsin is beyond heartbroken. All three of them had gotten so close and had bonded over people controlling their bodies. Karlach through her engine heart, my bard through the scars on their face, and Halsin through his time as a captive. It was something that brought them all closer as a couple.
They had been through so much together and were each others rock. Halsin does his best to help Tav, but it’s becoming more difficult. The lost of Karlach was hitting them the hardest. And it was understandable. Karlach and them had been together longer before they let Halsin in. There no denying there is a Karlach size hole missing in their relationship.
One day Halsin is visiting some dwarves he knows and learns a way to fix Karlach’s heart and also bring their friend Wyll back. So they plan a mission and get everyone back together to get them. It is long and dangerous, but when they see Karlach for the first time Tav and Halsin are in tears as they hold their woman.
They bring her and Wyll back to their world and get her heart fixed. Afterward Karlach is recovered Halsin creates a new grove for druids and it is also a sanctuary to those in need. Karlach spends time with all the children of the grove, teaching them all sorts of things. My Tav writes music and does art. Mostly they stay to themselves. Being around people can overwhelm them a lot especially after all they went through. You can either find them hanging with Karlach helping the children or helping Halsin with something behind the scenes. Halsin relies heavily on his partners help at the grove along with his counsel. When new people arrive to the grove they are met by them three. It’s clear to anyone how in love they are.
Once the grove gets going Halsin proposes the idea of them marrying. It takes Tav a little to come around because they still have issues with thinking people will leave them. Finally though they come around and say yes. When the three of them married it was a glorious celebration. The three never looked so happy and soooooo in love. Everyone in the grove was crying and cheering for them. They wear a small gold band on their ring fingers. Karlach though is a clutz and eventually wears hers on a necklace to keep from losing it.
Life is so good for them. Karlach lives life truly to the fullest and will take Tav on small adventures. Halsin always has a warm bath with healing herbs ready for them when they return. He worries about his loves but knows they are safe. Tav will still have their panic attacks from time to time. It is just something time cannot heal. They both hold them tight and sometimes Halsin will even turn into a cat and lay on their chest. They created a small alter for Gale to honor him. It helped ease the guilt Tav had that was leading to the panic attacks.
And in a few years after a lot of convincing Halsin and puppy dog eyes (what really got him though was seeing Karlach having two children on her shoulders walking around while Tav looked at them so lovingly), they celebrate the birth of their first child. Karlach holds the baby and cries saying how amazing Tav is for giving them their child and how beautiful their baby is. Tav tries to calm Karlach by kissing her cheeks and rubbing her back all the while Halsin looks at his family with so much love and adoration. As he’s handed the baby he smiles down and thinks how good of a life this is.
#baldurs gate tav#baldur's gate spoilers#baldur’s gate 3#Tav x Karlach x Halsin#tav x karlach#tav x halsin#Halsin x Karlach#bg3 spoilers#karlach#halsin#nonbinary tav#afab tav
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Okay as great as crybaby!tav is we really glossed over the potential of mommy!Tav. I may be a smidge bias because that’s a lot like my tav, as she’s so damn determined to take care of her friends and was a baker before she was an adventurer so she’s constantly just doting on the companions offering them pastries. It’s a little self indulgent but My Tav has a little quirk that she grew up food insecure and just absolutely refuses to eat until she knows everyone else has eaten because she can’t bear the thought of any of her friends potentially going hungry. She’s normally very submissive and sweetly to all of them but no amount of begging, discipline or concern will break her because she just cares so damn much. Could you write the dom mom squad™️ reacting too something like that, who tries to comfort them? Who is incensed that she doesn’t believe they can provide? Who gets so hung up on the fact she’s being stubborn they forget the original issue?
A submissive mommy who can cook and give good hugs will literally fix 90% of the gang here, unironiclly.
Reacting to a very motherly Reader
[Bg3 women, fluff, dom mommies, afab!reader, fem pronouns, sub!reader ]
Karlach would relish in your dotting.
During her life in the hells, she was both touch starved and food starved for so long. You being there to encourage her with the pep talks, headpats, and occasional pie is everything she has ever dreamed of and more.
As much as she wants to be the one to take care of you, she can't help but let relish in you fussing over her. The coddling, the comfort, and the constant attention are slowly frying her brain from how happy she is.
Did she die and go to heaven?
She becomes very protective of you, never lets you carry heavy stuff, and always asks if you need her to bring you ingredients or something during her errand runs. No, no, you don't have to tire your pretty little legs. Just stay in camp all sweet and pretty while she goes out and brings you everything you need.
If you didn't know any better, you'd think she's subconsciously treating you like her stay at home wife.
She really likes hovering around while you cook, watching you work attentively and sometimes begging for a sample taste with her puppy eyes.
And yes you being the one feeding her those samples is very important, it enhances the taste a lot.
It might take her a while to notice the fact that you were always the last one to eat. Or how you immediately offered your plate if someone else wanted seconds.
She thinks it's very sweet at first but slowly grows more and more concerned at your well-being.
I mean, if she had to, she would sit on your lap to prevent you from getting up as she hands you a plate of food. Your stern talk will just make her feel guilty and sad but she'd refuse to let you get up.
As much as she loves nothing more than to obey her mommy, sometimes she also needs to take care of her mommy like she takes care of her.
Minthara would admire your ways.
Tenderness and love were never words that anyone in her culture used to describe a mother, an ilhar. No, they tend to fall more on the brutal and disciplinary side.
An ilhar meant authority, control, and order. To defy her is to commit a sin. To show weakness in front of her is even worse.
She is reminded by that cultural difference whenever someone describes you as motherly.
The only thing you had in common with the matrons of the underdark was that underlying strength. That unbreakable will hidden so deep inside you, the urge to survive at any cost and defend your subordinates. She admired it greatly.
You were very strong deep down, strong to be truly worthy of the description of motherly. That kind of strength that the males will never understand, the kind of strength that nurtured even more strength.
So when a person like you showered her in hugs, kisses, and even brushed and styled her hair for her from time to time, how could she ever be ungrateful and say no?
You were generous and kind even when you had no need to be, you were selfless to a concerning degree.
She had to put a stop to that.
Minthara respects you too much to use any of the punishments or disciplinary ways that her matrons taught her. She will talk to you like an equal because that's what she sees you as.
She will be very patient with you. Stopping you when your self sacrifices become too much for your health to bear, Reminding you that you also require as much food and rest as the rest of them.
She'll teach you to relay on her slowly, as gentle as she possibly can be. Which...isn't very gentle, honestly, but she is genuinely trying her best.
Jaheira feels like you complete her.
As an actual mother to so many children, Jaheira still never truly grasped the whole motherly vibe people keep preaching about. Her kids are safe, fed, cleaned, and trained in combat. Isn't that enough?
So what it if she was absent on missions a lot, need I remind you that her line of work concers the safety of the whole world? What kind of mother would she be if she let the whole world, which included her kids, end just because she picked to stay at home and colour with her youngest.
She knows it doesn't excuse it. Give her a break. She is at the end of her age and hasn't had someone by her side since in a long while.
That's why when you suddenly appear in her life with all of the qualities she was severely lacking in, she almost thinks it's too good to be true.
...you almost remind her of a certain someone she lost long ago. You're just as soft and caring to others. Ironically enough people also underestimate a lot because of your kindness too.
She is drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.
Jaheira can't help it. You shine with radiance, and she hasn't felt warmth in so long.
The first few days she brings her kids home-cooked meals, they immediately hold a knife to her throat as they demand this doppelganger tell them where their real mother is.
But after some very awkward conversations, and having to bring you into her house as actual proof. They realised that their mother's stone heart can still beat after all apparently.
Shadowheart tries to play it cool, fails.
She has an edgy mysterious aura she needs to keep, and you're making it very hard for her. How is she supposed to be this dark, cool cleric of Shar when you keep gifting her these hand-knitted pastel sweaters with the most loving look in your eyes.
Of course she will wear them, she isn't heartless.
She's really trying not to show how touched she is when you look for her during dinner at camp to make sure she got her plate. She can't help the blush on her ears when you wipe some food from the corner of her mouth.
She's mean to people on your behalf when they're rude to you or try to take advantage of your submissiveness. Actually she is just mean to people in general if she doesn't like the way they look at you.
Loves taking naps on your lap, absolutely adores when you play with her hair or braid it. Your thighs are the perfect pillows for her to rest her head on and just forget about the outside world and her mission for a while.
She saves the best wine she finds to share it with you later, or the best sweets or fancy jucies if you don't drink. She had to defend her stash from both Gale and Wyll wandering hands, absolutely refusing all of their offers or begging for some of that fancy cheese or that perfectly aged wine bottle.
You're the only person she ever shares it with. She doesn't even want anything in return. She just loves seeing you happy and relaxed every once in a while. You always take care of them, so it's about time that someone takes care of you too.
Laezel has killed people for disrespecting you.
And she'll do it fucking again. These worms forgot their place. She doesn't even care how little their offence is, just efficiently ending their miserable life.
Why do you have a look of disappointment on your face? She did them a favour. She even made it painless and quick to compromise for your feelings.
Chk. Your softness will be the end of you. Be grateful that she is here to prevent that from ever happening.
You threaten not to take her with you on errand runs anymore if she doesn't put her sword away? You really think you can survive without her?
...okay yeah actually you can. You make a really valid point.
If it was anyone else she'd have taken that request as an insult on her honor, but since it's you...
Fine. She will listen for now.
And maybe if you keep making more of those faerun dishes, she will find it easier to listen to you. Especially the apple pie ones.
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A Question of Time (Astarion x afab!Tav) part 4/?
Chapter summary: Astarion comes to terms with the peculiar effects of Tav's blood running through his veins, and leaving her is becoming more difficult than he'd originally anticipated.
Also: Astarion unwillingly finds himself reading a smut fic.
Tags and T.W.:pre-bg3!Astarion, slave!Astarion, demi-goddess!tav, kinda NSFW (minors stay away kindly, thank you darlings).
words: 2.5k
part 1 / part 2 / part 3
Tav felt the bite before she could even see it coming.
In her complete state of confusion, he twisted her hands even tighter in Astarion's shirt, frightened yet seeking comfort from the strong hold he had on her at the same time.
They were completely locked in on each other, almost as if letting a single breath of air between them would have been a fatal mistake.
Tav whimpered softly as her mind finally caught up with the sharp pain in her neck, the languid pull of her blood being drained from her flesh. She would have been lying if she said she hadn't already suspected something about Astarion's nature, but it had never quite mattered to her in the grand scheme of things.
"A-Astarion..." She pleaded with him, uncertain on whether he'd be able to stop himself. Tav wasn't human, she could withstand most perils situations that others couldn't, but neither of them could know the consequences of a vampire drinking her blood of all people.
Astarion was completely lost in his bliss. Not only had he just broken one of his Master's cardinal commandments by drinking the blood of a thinking creature, but he'd just switched from two centuries of eating rats and dogs to sipping on the very ambrosia of the gods.
He felt strong. No, more than that, he felt invincible, like he could walk right up to Cazador and snap him in half if he wanted to.
The next thing he felt was warmth begin to spread through his body in the first time since forever. He let out a groan of relief, sinking his teeth even deeper into Tav's neck, making her cry out. "Astarion, please!" And that, was when he finally remembered himself and what he was doing, his eyes flying open in alarm.
He was very careful to hold her still as to not hurt her while he retracted his fangs in the most gentle manner he could muster. "Oh what have I done-- what have I done?" Astarion cursed himself as he looked at Tav' vacant eyes and the giant gaping wound he'd just given her. In a fit of panic, he first attempted to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on her neck with his hand, then opted to do the same with the nearest, cleanest piece of fabric he could find.
He brought her over to the bed so she could lay down, never once stopping the pressure he was keeping over he wound. "Tav? Tav, darling, keep those pretty eyes on me now--" Astarion tried his best to keep her from drifting further away from him, but his attempts were seeming more and more fruitless by the second. "No, no don't you do this to me, okay? I made a mistake --- a truly wretched mistake. I never meant-I never wanted to hurt you please-"
Astarion suddenly heard the words he was speaking out loud in his own head. Was he worried? For someone else other than him? Was he afraid to... lose Tav? He blinked a single tear and realised his face wasn't just wet with Tav's blood. He was... crying.
"Tav, just... just say something... please darling, I'd give anything to... hear that bratty little voice of yours right now..." Astarion pleaded with her silently, undecided if he was more afraid about her dying in his arms or how much it hurt to care about another person again after so long. And why did he care so much about her? The two of them weren't lovers, nor had they known each other long.
Maybe it was the fact Astarion was now aware of what she'd sacrificed for him. That despite appearances, she was just as much of a prisoner inside the Crimson Palace as he was.
It could have been because he saw an affinity in their rather different tragidies. Or maybe... Tav had been the only person he'd met in his undead life that had tried her best to help him without seemingly wanting anything back from him. It could have been that Astarion may have possibly been harbouring the small hope of having found a friend, someone who didn't treat him like a monster or use him for his body. Someone he was beginning to like, that drew him in with her insufferable self righteousness and her pouty lips---
"Shh, quiet..." Her sweet voice came to him finally. "Can't you hear it? Your heart... it's beating." She murmured weakly before falling asleep with her head on his chest.
Astarion feared the worst. Tav was clearly delirious, thinking that she could hear the heart beat of a vampire --- then he felt it too. Incredulously, Astarion put a hand over his chest and listened. His heart... was truly beating.
He laughed in shock, welcoming the tears of joy that ran down his face as he tried his best not to hurt Tav while his hand was still keeping pressure on the wound.
For five more minutes Astarion lay in bed and revelled in the fact he had a beating heart once more. Then, slowly, the steady rhythm began to de down until it finally came to a familiar halt. Tav's blood had briefly, but undoubtedly made him human.
With a cool head once again, Astarion managed to rationalise the intense feelings he'd felt while he'd been worried sick over Tav. He wouldn't have been able to fret over her so much in his normal state, but that didn’t mean they hadn't been real. For a brief moment he'd been yanked out of the hardened selfish shell that came with being a vampire and he'd remembered what it felt like to care for someone else.
So... he hadn't always been such a bad person, he thought as he gazed down at Tav, who was still sleeping on his chest. Thankfully, he wound had been healing fast, at almost unnatural speed.
That still didn't make things right.
He'd taken something from her forcefully, used her for his own needs. And he would have been a dirty liar if he said he hadn't liked it too. A single taste of her blood and he'd been brought to ecstasy.
Now back in the seat of power, his selfish mind told him Tav was too valuable to let go. She made him strong, gave him unimaginable pleasure. What if... he could walk in daylight if he just drank enough of her blood? Even if only for a few hours...
Things would be even more complicated if Astarion were willing to openly acknowledge how deeply he desired Tav. The mere thought of it scratched at a possessive itch at the back of his brain he hadn't even been aware he had. She may have been powerful, but she was too sweet, too trusting of the world despite the environment she'd experienced. Shouldn't it have been... Astarion's responsibility to keep her from harm? From the terrible monsters out there who wouldn't have thought twice about exploiting her? After all, he owed her, considering everything she had done for him...
...☆...
When Tav woke up, she found tea and biscuits on the bedside table. She tentatively touched the cup with her fingers and found it to be cold, almost as if the beverage had been prepared hours ago.
She looked around to find she was back in her room, snugly tucked into her bed. Reaching for her neck, she let out a slight hiss at how tender her flesh still felt.
"Thought you might like to know... prince charming himself is here... and I doubt he's looking for me..." Astarion sneered as he looked out the window, his sharp eyes zeroing in on the valiant young knight who'd come to court Tav. It should have been none of his business. The sun had nearly almost set and it was about time he himself go going before he wasted another night.
Tav barely managed to sit up on the bed. It didn't usually take her so long to recover whenever she got hurt. Yet, she was feeling rather... sluggish and warn out. "Oh... is it one of those people asking for handkerchiefs again?" Tav huffed, closing her eyes and rubbing her midriff a little. "Just throw one down for him, will you Astarion? I don't understand... is there a shortage of cloth in the city? There's always a new one coming around... singing a song or asking very nicely..."
Astarion gave Tav a look of pure confusion. Did she really think that knights and nobles trying to serenate her at dusk were simply people who needed handkerchiefs? It clicked in his head then, that when a lady would give a token of her favour, the token usually resembled something akin to an embroidered cloth or handkerchief.
When the realisation hit, he burst out laughing in Tav's face.
"What?" Tav searched his face for a reason to his hilarity, now she was the one to be confused. "The first time it happened... this gentleman showed up, he was a terrible singer, kept me up all night with his... whining... so I started throwing things at him. Out of the pile, he picked at a handkerchief, seemed pretty happy, and left. Never saw him again. The others have been more or less the same."
It wasn't hard to believe they never came back. Trespassing on Cazador's grounds at night was dangerous business. Astarion grinned to himself in a rather evil thought. Tav had been unknowingly drawing in a fair amount of unsuspecting prey, and for some reason, it gave him great satisfaction to know all of her suitors up to that point had come to a rather sticky end.
"Darling, let me explain something to you—" Astarion began to say as he walked towards her, but he was interrupted by the lousy notes of a poorly strummed lute. The terrible sound of it made him visibly cringe.
"My lady — oh, fair lady —" The voice outside began to sing out of tune.
"Oh no..." Tav whined. "Just, throw something down the window of the tower for him, will you? I really am not in the right state to deal with this right now..."
"Sure, how about that priceless pianoforte in your music room?" Astarion snickered. "I bet that will keep him quiet. For good."
"No! I do not want you to flatten the poor man with my piano!... just... let's just try to ignore it..." Tav searched through a pile of books next to her bed, deciding to attempt reading as a distraction.
"Oh lady, lady of the tower-
Why, oh why would you leave me so... sour?"
"Oh sweet hells, is this guy actually serious?" Astarion cursed and shook his head, marching over to open the window and peek his head out. The knight was unsurprisingly taken back by seeing him instead of Tav.
"I say, are you incapable of taking a hint?" Astarion shouted down at him. The man was gobsmacked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "The lady of the tower is rather indisposed at this moment..." He said languidly, purposely making the man draw the wrong conclusions. "In fact, she is completely bedridden... if you catch my meaning... I do apologize as it is completely my fault..."
Okay, so maybe he was laying it on a bit too thick. But it wasn't as if Astarion was jealous or anything. He just enjoyed messing with people. It was one of life's little pleasures.
"Now get lost, the last thing you want is to get caught out there after dark..." Astarion gave him one last warning before closing the windows shut.
"You didn't have to be so mean to him, you know?" Tav said as Astarion turned back to face her.
He took in the state he'd left her in and hated the fact he was sprouting a sense of empathy at an incredibly inconvenient time for him. Tav had done so much for him, and he'd yet to hear her screaming at him for taking a chunk out of her without permission.
Astarion didn't want to say goodbye. He decided then and there he was going to leave as soon as Tav fell back to sleep, which in her condition was probably going to be soon. All he needed to do was speed the process along.
He picked up the first book he could find on her drawing desk and sat down in a chair next to her bed.
Astarion looked at the title on the cover and tried his best not to roll his eyes. Tristan and Iseult. Of course, he had to go and pick a love story.
"You really don't have to read to me just because you feel bad-" Tav began to say, but Astarion cut her off.
"Excuse me, I'll have you know I am a very prolific reader, and you, my dear, seem to have a lack of understanding when it comes to courtship so this will be... an informative way to pass the time." He said, and swallowed thickly, already dreading the experience.
"How so?" Tav asked, blinking up at him curiously.
"Because-" Astarion huffed, already feeling uncomfortable in his chair. "This-" he said, wagging the book up in the air. "Is one of greatest love stories of all time and maybe you'll be... more aware of what's going on the next time some fool comes singing underneath your window..."
Tav raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, but asked no further questions. Astarion cleared his throat and began the reading. He was surprised to find the story was a lot less boring than he'd remembered, clearly catching on to the fact it was an unofficial re-telling of some sorts, due to new characters and extra encounters he'd never known from the original version.
Unfortunately, Tav was very interested too, hanging off his every word. She didn't seem like she was about to fall asleep any time soon. Astarion did his best to counteract this by letting his voice drone on in a deep soothing tone, yet his eyes almost jumped out of his skull when the tender love story took a very unexpected turn.
"Tristan watched as his fair love drank down the potion so hastily, the liquid spilled down her perfect neck and between the curves of her---" Astarion coughed nervously and turned the page, hoping Tav wouldn't notice as he skipped to the following passage. "Both drunk on the intense effects of the love potion, with trembling hands they reached for----- t-their, um, thriving bodies---"
"Hey! You skipped a section!" Tav protested.
"No, I didn't!" Astarion huffed back, pressing a hand to his forehead. How in the hells had he ended up recanting some bard's published smut-fic, he would never know.
"Let me see that..." Tav snatched the book from his hands and it was all Astarion could do as he jumped on her bed like a cat to get it back.
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Messy Beauty ~ Astarion oneshot
spawn!Astarion x afab!tav!reader
summary: after an impactful day, you decide to retreat into the lake and relax with Astarion, but you can't help but notice how handsome he is and stare, and he notices this.
cw: this fic contains heavy smut and features vampire blood tasting, this is 18+ only and please read the warnings, continue at your own discretion // heavy smut, consensual vampire neck biting, blood tasting, handjob (m receiving), oral (m receiving), self-pleasure (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), mild tit play, and coming inside. (word count: 1.8k)
You trudged wearily into camp, your muscles protesting every step, needing any rest that was available to you. The journey was doing a number on everybody. It was such a gruelling quest that repeatedly tested the fragility of life, with constant dangers lurking in every corner to drain all your energy.
To help you, you stepped away from the warm and comforting atmosphere of camp to venture with Astarion into the secluded lake nearby for some much-needed leisure for just the two of you. Both of you waited for everyone to sleep or retreat in solitude in their tent before entering that cold cascade of mysterious tranquillity.
As you approched the lake, you both felt a symphony of sensations about to unravel, both of you undressing and exposing your forms before steeping into the cold water. The air was crisp with pine, mingling with a faint fragrance of wildflowers that danced within the concoction of differing and intriguing scents. Furthermore, there was a silver mist of moonlight that cascaded down, and transformed the water into a liquid mirror that shimmered and rippled with inviting ethereal beauty.
The chill of the water, at first, sent shivers down your whole body and elicited soft gasps as you both waded further and felt that refreshing embrace that lake gave to you as your naked bodies dove right in, your bodies now acclimated to the coldness that left goosebumps along your skin. There was a sense of serenity washing over you and Astarion as the moon hung low in the sky, its radiant glow casting a spellbinding beauty over the surrounding landscape, silver beams dancing upon the surface as you danced along in the rippling water that painted midnight blue and a soft hue over you two.
Your heartbeat quickened and deepened when you got close to him, his features bathed in that soft glow, his pale body subjected to that otherworldly light that emphasised his beauty; you couldn't help but watch how the droplets rolled down the curvature of his stomach, feeling a tingling sensation in your core accompanied with that heat that smoothed around your inner thighs — you couldn't help but bite your lip to yourself and play off that you weren't staring right at him.
When it was time to come out of the water, you turned to face him, seeing the water droplets glistening like diamonds in his white hair, then trailing down his body like liquid silver. Still, you turned around and tried to stop staring at him, proceeding to squeeze the remaining water that nestled within the strands of your hair.
You heard the grass press down underneath Astarion's feet as he walked closer to you. He slowly placed his cold hands on your hips, forcing a jolt of surprise to run through you, then proceeding to curl them around you and bringing his lips close to your ear.
"You know it's rude to stare?" that voice, oh that beautiful voice that was filled with a deep smoothness, emulating a sweet treat you long craved. "I'm guessing you liked what you saw?" that teasing voice got to you, making you twirl around and have your gaze meet his red eyes that was intermingled with a lustrous look, and one of admiration of your beauty.
"Am I not allowed to like what I see?" you cooed in his ear, feeling his hand wrap around you waist before reaching one his hands to your cheek, you proceeding in an automatic movement of nesting the plush of your cheek into his hand.
He moved slowly, and you reciprocated as you two pressed your soft and glossy lips against one another, intimately sharing a connection that got deeper with every interlock; that heat you had firmly felt in the lake was now coming back in waves, yearning rolling inside you and begging for more of Astarion's touch — your stomach felt like it was in knots as you felt him tenderly kiss you, and feeling his tongue glide along yours. With no further thought, you instinctively moved forward, feeling his hardened length press against your cunt, which was getting wetter as you anticipated and begged for his next movement. You heard his breath hitch as he felt your warmth against his inner thighs.
"My, my... Aren't you excited?" you blushed at his words; he always had a way with metatheatrical romance, his expressions and mannerisms effortlessly being able to serenade and entice, but it was different with you; you could remember your first night together. It was great, but looking back, you knew he was only exercising what he had learned from automatic actions over those years of torment. But with you, he could be natural, with no acts up his sleeve and no extravagant language to make you surrender to him; it was just a beautiful moment of mutual wanting.
You felt him pull your lower half closer to his, tilting his head slowly to reach your neck: "Such a beautiful... delicious girl," he cooed in your ear. He softly left pecks on your supple neck, leaving a small trail of licks as he continued to make you shiver with anticipation.
You tilted your neck, trusting him and letting him do whatever he wanted, closing your eyes and biting your lip gently as you waited to feel those sharp teeth pierce through your delicate skin, to feel that sharp pain jitter through you and shake you to your core; with invitation, you felt his sharpened teeth graze along, but only feeling a slight scratching pain as he pricked the surface of your skin, breaking a small barrier as he let that line of blood trail down the curve of your neck, and using his wet and rough tongue to collect the pool of warm red blood, sucking your skin with hunger.
"Gods," you whispered as you let out multiple heavy and laboured breaths under his control, feeling his cock hardening against you and prodding in between your thighs.
You took the opportunity to trail your hands down and collect your fingers around the base of his length, feeling him twitch under his grasp as his breathing got deeper and his movements quicking as he swirled his tongue with more urgency along the broken layer of skin.
Your hand moved to tease the tip of his cock, already feeling the dribble of precum nestling the tip; you could feel how tense he was with how your fingers glided up and down the base of his shaft, feeling your core tighten and your slit getting wetter as you felt him tense and shake under your grasp. He whined as you continued to pump your hand slowly and gently, squeezing the base, shuddering and lightly moaning as you reached your spare hand and trickled your fingers through his damp hair, your opposite hands fingers still covering his throbbing erection.
It felt torturous as your hand continued to feather up and down his hot skin, taking the moment as he kicked his head back while he groaned to descend and feel that mossy grass underneath your knees slowly. Now, you were eye level with his twitching length that was begging for more.
"You don't have to," he told you in a whispered hush.
"Oh shush, I want to," you answered as you continued to stare into his red eyes, continuing to journey your hand along his elongated and protruding vein along his large and thick shaft.
Your lips softly surrounded the head, swirling your tongue around as you gently squeezed the base until you forced your mouth around him, releasing muffled moans as he placed his hands and let his fingers venture through the strands of your silky hair.
"F-fuck," he whined as he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as he pushed his hips further into you, biting his lip as he continued to feel your mouth cover his cock, his hands tangling your hair as you continued to gag on his length as he fucked your throat and stared into your beautiful eyes.
That tingling sensation between your legs couldn't be ignored anymore as you reached your fingers along your folds and pressed your ring and middle fingers together to rub your puffy clit in unison to pleasuring Astarion. He was practically a mess as your head continued to bob up and down, not wanting to leave this moment... Until he could hear your muffled moans increase in variety and volume and not want you to do it all by yourself.
He placed his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look up at him and stop your movements: "I can't let you do all the hard work," he said with seduction and charm as he knelt down, cupping your warm face that was overwhelmed with blush on your cheeks, leaving you a quick kiss before gently and slowly pushing you down and climbing on top of you; you could feel him push against your wet pussy, making you release a gentle and breathy moan as Astarion positioned himself in between your thighs as he aligned himself with your wet entrance.
Before continuing, he bent over to leave a trail of kisses, then licked that previous bite that left a red stain and bruise, continuing to leave soft kisses on your chest before placing his honeyed lips on your pebbled nipple, leaving a short and gentle bite and pull that made you release a sharp gasp. His tender kisses moved down to your stomach and navel before lifting himself up to stroke his cock along your slit, prodding your entrance.
"P-please, A-Astarion, I want you so bad," you whimpered, begging for that sweet release that had been building up inside you for so long. You were met with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips and a simple 'Of course, darling' as he slowly pressed himself inside your wet hole, your breathing getting heavier with each moan, your chest getting heavier under his altered will.
"Gods," he muttered as he felt your walls surround him, "so. Fucking. Beautiful," he complimented you in between thrusts as he pushed into your tight entrance that squeezed him, rocking his hips back and forth and your moans filling the surrounding landscape as you felt very inch of him go deeper and deeper within you.
You continued to moan as Astarion grabbed onto one of your breasts, pounding himself inside you as your huffed groans kept going.
He gave you no warnings as his pace quickened, the head of his cock kissing that special spot inside of you that made you whine his name at enlarged volumes, and that made Astarion so close to his own release as he watched your chest rise when you reached your orgasm.
"Fuck," he spat as he felt your tight walls get even tighter in your sweet release, making him spurt inside you and letting his hot cum trickle inside and pool out.
He couldn't help but admire what a messy beauty you were in the moonlight.
authors note: I’ve been craving to get some Astarion content out, I’m so in love with him, and I was inspired by watching a streamer play a shadowheart romance, and the swimming scene is engrained in my head haha. I hope you liked this and all engagement is appreciated, have a lovely day/evening *kiss kiss*
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