Requests are PERMANENTLY CLOSED [I am probably not writing anymore for BG3. Sorry.]
Rules
You MUST BE 18+ to submit a request.
I will default to She/Her pronouns for OCs if not given direction.
I will write smut, including darker topics (e.g. noncon/dubcon, kink, etc.), but I reserve the right to pass on requests that I'm not comfortable with.
I will not write anything involving minors, so please do not ask.
Fandoms I Have Content For:
Baldur's Gate 3 (Tav x the following: Astarion, Dammon, Gortash, Halsin, Raphael, Haarlep) [I may also be open to writing Gale but it will have to be the right prompt] [I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR DURGE]
AO3
MASTERLIST:
Baldur's Gate 3
Astarion
Tell Me How Vile I Already Know That I Am - Astarion x F!Tav (After an accident, Astarion decides it's better to keep his distance.)
Cooking Headcanons - Astarion x GN!Tav
(Headcanons about Astarion cooking for Tav)
Don't Go Anywhere - EXPLICIT - Astarion x F!Tav
(Amidst a whirlwind of emotions and a profound sense of responsibility when Tav suffers grave injury, Astarion finds himself grappling with his feelings. As they share a vulnerable moment, he confesses his wish to keep her tied up so she can be safe. Tav offers to indulge the idea.)
Open - EXPLICIT - Astarion (Ascended) x F!Reader
(Ascended Astarion decides to make good on his promise to have you naked on his lap, toying with you while he sees visitors in his audience chamber.)
Shadows Beneath Her Eyes - Unfinished AstarionxF!OC
(Astarion notices the sadness in Sionia's eyes and her unspoken yearning for contact. His old instincts resurface, tempting him to manipulate her, but he fights against these dark thoughts. During a tense moment with their group, Sionia's assertiveness and the sadness behind her confidence draw Astarion's curiosity.)
Gortash
The Wager - Gortash x F! Tav
(Gortash and Tav are crushing on each other so the palace staff try to get them together)
Halsin
Summer Rain - Halsin x F! Tav
(Halsin comforts Tav after an anxiety attack)
Into Your Heaven - Halsin x F!Tav
(Tav washing Halsin's hair)
Haarlep
Crushing Me - Haarlep x F!Tav
(Meeting up regularly to provide Tav with an escape from the burdens of heroism, a subtle shift occurs when Haarlep begins to yearn for something beyond the confines of their shared respite.)
Multiple Characters
Down - EXPLICIT - Gortash x F!Tav, Astarion (Ascended) x F!Tav
(Tav agrees to become Gortash's consort to protect her friends. After she tries to escape during a celebration of their victory against the Netherbrain, the Archduke decides to put her in her place. With a little help from his new business partner.)
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Light Bondage, Creampie, Near Death Experiences, Angst, Safewords, Penis In Vagina Sex, Porn with Feelings
Word Count: 3452
Summary: Amidst a whirlwind of emotions and a profound sense of responsibility when Tav suffers grave injury, Astarion finds himself grappling with his feelings. As they share a vulnerable moment, he confesses his wish to keep her tied up so she can be safe.
Tav offers to indulge the idea.
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In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the BG3Kinktober23 collection.
Prompt:
Tav nearly dies during combat. In the aftermath, Astarion is left to process the depth of his feelings toward Tav as he helps her recover. Smut and feelings ensue.
GIF By @bg3astariononlydeok
He hadn’t seen the ambush coming.
One moment, the party had been strolling through an abandoned district in Baldur’s Gate casually chatting about what Gale should make for dinner, laughing as Lae’zel scoffed at every suggestion (“Tchk. None of you appear to have anything resembling taste. Not that I’m surprised.”) At one point, the group paused while Gale and Astarion squabbled about what counted as ‘Gourmet’ food, and Tav had wandered a few feet away to inspect a rucksack that was laid against a nearby wall.
The next, an arrow whistled through the air and planted itself in her chest, knocking Tav to the ground. Before Astarion could even react, a group of bandits converged on the party. The fight was violent and bloody, with Astarion furiously trying to fight his way to Tav against what seemed like an overwhelming number of adversaries. He could see her through the crowd, writhing in pain on the ground, could smell the blood as it poured from her. By scent alone he could tell the arrow had hit a major artery. He had to get to her, had to save her. She couldn’t leave him like this. Nearly feral in his distress, the Vampire tore apart each attacker with a horrific ferocity that Gale would later describe as ‘nightmarish’. Not that Astarion would be bothered by that description– not when he knew that he was facing his own nightmare.
Finally making it through the fracas, Astarion threw himself onto his knees, gently lifting Tav in his arms and putting pressure on the wound. Her pulse was extremely weak, and she was already unconscious. He knew intuitively that she needed help immediately; she didn’t have much time left. And yet, despite knowing how urgently she needed assistance, he found himself frozen in terror, unable to will his body to move. The shock was too great. For the first time in 200 years, he’d allowed himself to truly care for someone, and his negligence had left her bleeding out in the dirt. Why had he even bothered, when it was always inevitable that his love would doom her? Astarion's grip on her tightened with this realization, and only a Command spell from Gale could make him release her, allowing Shadowheart to tend to her wound.
Now, hours later, Astarion sat in his room at the Elfsong Tavern, knees pulled to his chest, reflecting on his failures. He knew he felt things for Tav that transcended anything he’d experienced two centuries, but the horror of potentially losing her had awakened an entirely new awareness in him of just how deeply he loved her. She was safe, but that didn’t change the fact that he was the reason she had been in harm’s way in the first place. If only he’d been paying more attention. If only he could control something in his Gods forsaken life. If only he hadn’t let that idiot, Gale, get to him. If only–
“Back to brooding, are we?”
Tav stood in the doorway, the bandages wound around her chest partly obscured by her loose tunic, blessedly clean from any bloodstains. She looked paler than usual, her skin closer in its pallor to the silvery tone of her tousled hair than its usual fawnlike shade.
Even still, she was ravishing. The garment she wore emphasized the gentle curve of her breasts, fabric thin enough that her nipples were on display for any who looked close enough. Her trousers, though looser on her legs, hugged her hips, highlighting her full, round ass to perfection. The sheen of sweat on her skin and intoxicating fragrance of her blood so near the surface further added to her beauty. In any other scenario, he’d pull her inside wordlessly and lead them both to beautiful ruin.
Not right now.
Astarion huffed, annoyed with himself for allowing such perverse thoughts at a time like this.
“Don’t start, my love. We both know this was my failure.”
Tav stepped inside the room, sitting down next to him on the bed. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up. None of us noticed those bandits, Astarion. It’s no one’s fault.”
The Vampire turned to look at her, scarlet eyes filled with pain and longing. “I almost lost you. I couldn’t keep you safe,” he whispered.
Tav reached her hand out, hovering it over his arm.
“Can I?”
Astarion nodded, and Tav rested her hand on him.
“I’m alright, you know. I’m not going anywhere.”
Astarion didn’t reply immediately, instead turning and pulling her into a deep kiss, careful not to hold her too tightly at the risk of hurting her, though all he wanted to do was melt into her until they became one. His fingers laced with her hair, his other arm wrapping around her back as he held her close.
Tav returned the kiss, holding onto him as tightly as she could, trying her best to communicate that she was here and safe, and not planning on leaving him anytime soon.
The seconds ticked by, the two lovers locked in a halcyon embrace. Then, as sudden as the arrow that disrupted this afternoon’s journey: Fire.
Astarion pushed his cool tongue past Tav’s lips, tasting her sweet mouth. She dug her nails into his shoulders in response, releasing a sigh against him while swirling her own tongue around his. They adjusted their position so she sat straddling his lap without ever breaking their kiss. Tav could feel his arousal against her, and she ground her hips against him, eliciting a moan from the Vampire. He tugged at her hair, not hard, but not quite gently either, and allowed his other hand to make its way down to her waist, pressing into the divot formed by her pelvic bone. The whimper he always received in response to the action made it clear this was a favorite spot of hers, and tonight was no exception.
As they explored each other, Astarion made sure to be cautious about avoiding touching her chest, not wanting to cause her further pain. But he was caught by surprise when Tav broke the kiss and took his hands in hers, gingerly holding them just above her breasts. She was gasping for air, but her eyes were locked on his as she spoke with complete sincerity. “You can touch me. It’s okay.”
Astarion gazed at her silently for a long moment with an unreadable expression on his face before emitting a quiet chuckle. “Darling, sometimes I wish I could just tie you up here in my room so no one but me could ever touch you again."
Tav raised an eyebrow, then smirked, face lighting up with inspiration. “That can be arranged.”
“Come now, my love. I hardly think you’d want to spend all day in bondage when we both know our little group would fall apart without you holding it together. At the very least because I’d kill half its members.” Astarion cautiously rested his hands on her breasts while speaking, pinching her nipples through her shirt. He was careful to only use the lightest of pressure, fighting his desire to devour every inch of her.
Closing her eyes, Tav exhaled and enjoyed the sensation. “Maybe not all day. But how about a little while right now? I have some rope in my pack.”
The Vampire froze, processing her words, finding himself suddenly at a loss.. “You want to…I mean, you want me to…” He took a deep, though unnecessary, breath. “Are you sure?” He couldn’t fathom the idea that she would trust him to do this. After all, he was dangerous, a predator. And only hours ago he’d left her vulnerable enough that she’d nearly been killed. How could she expect him to control himself, or adequately protect her? It was baffling, the idea.
Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t deny the appeal. It wasn’t only because he wanted her in any and every way he possibly could, though that was a given. It was also about the possibility that proving to himself he could protect her despite his dark past might be the first step towards reclaiming his own humanity.
“I’m sure. But only if you want to, Astarion. Please don’t say yes just because I’m asking.” She fixed him with an earnest gaze, devoid of any trace of humor. Tav, well aware of Astarion's tumultuous past, had always been exceptionally cautious, ensuring he didn't regress into his old habit of blindly acquiescing to his partner's desires. She consistently sought his consent, at times even more than once when she sensed his reservations, making it one of the countless qualities he cherished about her; she gave him the agency to set the pace in their relationship.
Astarion brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek admiringly as he considered her suggestion, his other hand’s thumb absently stroking her nipple. “I would like to try, yes.”
Tav smiled at the sincerity in his voice, turning her face to kiss his palm even as her cheeks warmed from the attention on her breast. “Then I will be right back.” She whispered, giving him a kiss on the knuckles before pulling away from him and standing up. They shared the bedroom, so Tav’s pack was only a few feet away, and as she bent over to lift it from the floor, she made a point of wiggling her ass at him teasingly. “Careful, darling. You’ll be entirely at my mercy soon enough, and then who knows what I might do?”
As Tav pulled the rope from her bag, she laughed. “Whatever you want, I hope.”
Making her way back over to the bed, rope in hand, Tav sat on the mattress facing her lover. “We should come up with some sort of signal. Just in case one of us needs to stop.” She chose her words carefully, wanting Astarion to know that he had just as much of a right to stop this as she did if he got too uncomfortable. Even agreeing had been a huge step for him, she knew, and she didn’t want to push him too far. “I am familiar with the concept of safe words, love. How about…mergrass?”
“Mergrass?”
“The shore where we first met was littered with mergrass and you picked every reed you could get your little hands on. I found it insufferable at the time– and I still do now, but it’s you so I’ll forgive it.”
Tav giggled as she passed Astarion the rope. “Mergrass it is, then! Are you ready? Is there anything else you want to discuss before we start?”
Pulling the rope taut in his hands, Astarion looked down at the woven fibers, then up at Tav. “No, just…thank you for this. I hope I can prove worthy of the trust you’re placing in me.”
Tav placed a hand on top of his once more. “I know you will.” She smiled at him before moving back towards the headboard and holding her hands over her head. “Shall we?”
Astarion’s shining eyes suddenly narrowed, though Tav could still see the loving shimmer he always carried in his expression hiding behind the darkness. “My dear, you’re hardly dressed for our activities. Unless you want me to tear that shirt off you here and now. Not that I would mind, of course, but that hardly seems prudent. Undress for me, if you would.”
A few minutes later, Tav found herself nude on the bed, arms held securely above her head with expert knots. Astarion, still fully dressed, knelt over her, one knee between her legs mere inches from her bare cunt. He amused himself by running a single icy hand down her body, causing her to shiver as he trailed fingers from her neck, down past the bandages on her chest to her torso, playfully circling her navel before coming to rest just above her warming pelvis. She groaned, raising her hips in an attempt to get him to touch her where she so desperately wanted to be touched.
Instead, he pulled his hand away, and she whined. “Uh-uh, eager little thing. I don’t think so. I’m in charge tonight, remember?” He put both hands on her hips, pressing again into the sensitive spot there. Tav whimpered. “Astarion, please!” She wriggled fruitlessly beneath him, tugging lightly at the ropes, but the Vampire’s hands held firm.
“Please, what, my love? I’m not sure I know what you’re asking for.” Astarion leaned down, placing soft kisses on her stomach. He knew he was driving her mad, and he loved the idea that she was safe and sound beneath him, all his. At the same time, though, he was highly conscious of her injury, keeping his attention partly on the wound to ensure her rushing blood wouldn’t spill over into the bandages. The last thing he wanted was to harm her further in the pursuit of pleasure.
Still, she was insatiable. “Please touch me.”
Bringing his hands underneath her, he pulled her hips up towards his waiting mouth.“As you wish, darling.” His tongue dove into her folds, drawing a keening sigh from his bound lover as she arched her back to meet him. Gods, she was delicious. The addictive taste of her arousal was surpassed only by the taste of her blood, and while he had no intentions of drinking from her tonight given her state, he was glad for the chance to enjoy her second-sweetest nectar.
A long, slow drag from her opening to her clit left Tav’s legs kicking, and Astarion had to maneuver them over his shoulders to prevent any unfortunate accidents. He could hear the ropes straining against the wooden headboard as she fought for satisfaction, a sound the Vampire enjoyed immensely. Securing her broad thighs in place against his pointed ears, he continued to devour her while she bucked against him. He wanted to bring her over the edge.
The muffled sounds of her whining for him had him stiff, and he pushed his tongue into her as far as he could, lapping up the delicious heat pouring from within. Ruby eyes opening, he admired the planes of her body as she writhed and moaned. He adored everything about her: the way her full, teardrop-shaped breasts rose and fell with each breath, the soft skin of her stomach, which he loved to rest against while relaxing after a long day’s journey, even the round scar on her left side, a remnant of a childhood illness; all of it cobbled together into a sculpture of perfect beauty. Astarion had no idea how he’d lived this long without knowing this kind of tenderness, both given and received. Now that he had it, there was nothing that could make him forsake.
He’d nearly lost himself in his musings, only to be brought back by her thighs squeezing together around his head as she reached her peak. Her body clenched around his tongue, and Astarion continued to lick and suck on her as she rode out her orgasm, only pulling away when she started to jump each time he grazed her clit. Kissing his way up her body, from her pelvis all the way to her sweat-slicked face, he noted the beautiful flush that had risen on her skin, a sign of life she’d been missing only a short while ago. Perhaps this was helping her more than he anticipated. Still, he wanted to check in with her before continuing.
“How do you feel, love? I don’t want to push you too far.” As he asked the question, he pressed his lips, still shining with her desire, against her jawline, then her cheeks, then her nose. He hovered over her lips while waiting for her answer. While her orgasm had passed, she was still breathing heavily, face contorted in bliss. “I feel…wonderful.” The words were all Astarion needed to continue, and he captured her lips in his, sharing the taste of her.
Keeping their lips locked, Astarion brought one hand down and released the laces on his trousers, allowing his erection to spring free. Guiding himself into place, he pushed into her, long, languid, and slow. Her warm body embraced him wholeheartedly, and as he reached his hilt, Astarion was struck by how perfectly they fit together. As if they were constructed just for one another; two beings with one soul. Melancholy afflicted him at the thought; someday in the past he might have used that line to lure in an unfortunate victim, but now he was here truthfully believing it.
Sensing his detachment even as he slowly thrust in and out of her, Tav did everything she could to bring him back despite being helplessly bound below him. Over the time they’d been together, she’d developed a perceptiveness when it came to his emotions, particularly when it came to the way he would sometimes dissociate during their intimate moments. She never held it against him, knowing it was a result of both trauma and routine, but she still worried whenever it occurred. At first, she would stop the encounter entirely when he checked out, but an ongoing discussion of the topic had revealed that, about half the time, his mind would wander out of habit more than actual distress, and in those situations all he needed was a gentle prod to bring his focus back to her. After this realization, a discussion ensued. They’d come to an agreement that she would give him the opportunity to shift his focus back before jumping to completely ending the act, and this simple adjustment had improved their sex life significantly.
So that was precisely what she did, breaking the kiss and nudging him with her nose. “Astarion? Are you still with me?” Tav snapped her fingers, an awkward maneuver to be sure with her hands bound, but it was just enough to get him to blink away his dour thoughts. “I’m here. Thank you, darling.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” Her tone was serious, but gentle. She never wanted him to feel like he was disappointing her.
The Vampire’s eyes softened, and he offered her a genuine smile. “Nothing on this plane or the next could tear me away from you right now, darling.” As if to emphasize the statement, he increased the speed of his thrusts, bringing his hips against hers even faster. Tav moaned in pleasure in response, feeling his cock hitting the spot within her that sent her body to the heavens. She clutched onto the rope to give herself more leverage, lifting her hips to meet his. The air echoed out the sound of skin hitting skin, and Tav longed to bring her hand down to touch herself.
As if reading her mind, Astarion did just that.
His long, cold fingers landed on her clit, rapidly drawing circles as he continued to pump into her. Tav gasped out his name, but Astarion wanted more. He wanted to make her fall apart completely. “Don’t be shy, my love. Let the entire city know who makes you croon with desire.”
No second invitation was necessary, her body already swiftly cresting towards its zenith. “Astarion! Gods, Astarion don’t stop. Please, fuck me. Gods, please Astarion. Please, please, please don’t stop. I’m going to…I’m…” She howled in euphoria as the orgasm overwhelmed her, thrashing against her bonds in her ecstasy. Astarion continued to pound into her, persisting in his ministrations even as her screams rattled the windows and she flailed about beneath him. White haze filled Tav’s vision, and her skin burned. The headboard creaked. All thoughts evaporated. Her entire world consisted of only her beloved’s fingers on her clit and his twitching cock inside her.
Just when she thought she could take no more, Astarion released a sinful groan and spilled his seed inside her.
Several seconds of stillness passed as the two lovers came back down from their respective highs. Eventually, Astarion regained his composure enough to check on her wrists, frowning when he discovered red marks marring the fair skin where she’d strained against the ropes. “Perhaps next time we’ll use silken ropes.” He said, mostly to himself, as he untied her, kissing each wrist as he did. “You did wonderfully, my dear. Thank you for trusting me with this.” The moment her arms were completely free, Tav embraced Astarion and pulled him into a kiss. “I never doubted you.” She whispered. “Maybe once my bandages are off we can try this again sometime. If you’re up for it.”
“You are so breathtakingly gorgeous,” he murmured into her mouth, then added “I may never let you leave again.” Tav sighed with pleasure at the thought.
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This is my second attempt at smut. I really wanted to write this fill, and I'm glad I was able to knock it out right under the cutoff! Thanks to @the-littlest-raindrop for beta reading!
The trope where a character overhears something out of context and assumes the worst is usually annoying and bad but I really think it works well in Shrek
We, the audience, know that Fiona is talking about herself but, regardless, she’s calling herself these terrible things because she is an ogre. If Fiona is these things because she is is an ogre what does that make Shrek?
If Fiona says no one could love her because she is an ogre, she is saying that Shrek is also unloveable whether she wants to or not.
Imo the scene is a really good portrayal of how when you talk poorly of yourself or others for having a trait, you’re also talking about every other person who shares that trait; even if you love them or think what you’re saying doesn’t apply to them.
Shrek is many things, but I don't think I've ever heard a single person say it's poorly written or poorly executed. It is very, very, very skillfully made to be what it is, which is a strange thing, but why are we acting like its techniques are not effective?
There was a Dammon fic and I can't find it anymore and I NEED to read it again.
In the fic, Tav needs to get laid so someone connects her with a stranger to hook up. The rules of the hookup are that they will always stay in the dark and neither will reveal their identities to each other. It ends up being Dammon who she's hooking up with but she doesn't realize it.
The sex is so good they keep hooking up never revealing identities (I think they send each other letters and he signs off with the same phrase) and then one day Tav is visiting Dammon (who has already figured out it's her but he's falling for her so he keeps his mouth shut) and he says the same thing he signs the letters off with and she realizes it's him and panics and goes bolting from the forge.
I don't remember what happens after that.
It's super sweet and very emotional and I am desperate to read again.
I would be so so grateful if someone could please help me find it again 😭🙏 I tried using advanced search on AO3 but was unsuccessful.
