Hey! I decided to make this blog as a proper place for my writing and related works, rather than having them be lost on my main (@sinfulauthor)! Since some of yāall might not be all too familiar with me, hereās some stuff about me!
My name is Alex, and my pronouns are they/them
Iām 22 as of writing this (10/5/24)
Iām agender, queer, and polyamorous, as well as autistic!
My main fandoms are Baldurās Gate 3, JoJoās Bizarre Adventure, Homestuck, Danganronpa, Steam Powered Giraffe, Undertale, Little Shop of Horrors, and RHPS!
Iāve been writing fanfic since middle school! I would turn them in for creative writing assignments, which my teacher loved and fueled my passion for writing!
Hereās the link to my commissions carrd, my AO3, as well as my fic masterlist!
Iām not doing requests at the moment, but I may later on when I have more free time!
DNI:Ā General DNI criteria (Anti-LGBTQIA2S+/an exclusionist, a TERF+, a Trumed, Racist, a Neo-Nazi+, Anti-MOGAI, or a (NO)MAP), anti-kin,Ā DDLG/CGL(RE)/ABDL/littlespace/non-system little, syscourse
I think thatās about it! Iām gonna tag some other writing blogs I follow so hopefully it can get spread around, I hope you enjoy what I have to offer!
A teaser for my entry in @bg3-fate-spins-along! This is cosplay rather than fic, but considering itās for a zine-like event, Iāll plug it here when itās posted! Iām so excited, the photos turned out absolutely amazing!
Letās Make This Bed Get Squeaky! - A TavStarion Fic
Itās Tav and Astarionās anniversary, and the former finds a rather ear-esistible gift for him when she forgets.
I had the pleasure of being @parkouringrabbitās secret Santa for the Bite Club gift exchange this year! I forgot how much fun it is to do these, and Iām so glad I signed up! I know this isnāt quite āseasonalā to the real world right now, but I know how much of a bunny fan she is, and I thought sheād enjoy it.
A little timeline of where this fic falls in relation to BG3:
20 Eleasis, 1492: Nautiloid crash
Approx. 20 Eleasis to 12 Eleint, 1492: Events of BG3
Approx. 12 Ches, 1493: Epilogue party
19 Ches, 1493: Events of this fic
1 Mirtul, 1493: The final few paragraphs
I used this art by @tinytonestar as a reference for Astarionās outfit, and the title comes from āRed Wine Supernovaā by Chappell Roan. I also want to give an extra thanks to @zombrigit for being my last-minute beta/proofreader, and I hope you all enjoy the fic!
Rating: Explicit
Ship: Astarion x F!Tav
Word Count: 3.3k
Applicable Tags: Post-Game, Vampire Spawn Astarion, Soft Astarion, Anniversary, Forgotten Realms Elements, Gift Giving, Flowers, Domestic Fluff, Bunny Suit, Lingerie, Corsetry, Moaning, Naked Male Clothed Female, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Humor, Laughing During Sex, Post-Coital Cuddling, Pet Names, Implied Pregnancy (it's two little paragraphs right at the very end, just ignore anything past the dotted line if it's an issue!)
You slowly open your eyes as the hustle and bustle of the Lower City awakens your senses. Clearly morning, but you find your lover Astarion at your side, nestled under the blankets. Seldom do your sleeping and trance schedules match up ā par for the course when your lover is a vampire spawn ā but the mornings that they do are extra special. You look to him and gently brush a stray curl behind his ear before getting up to pull the shared datebook off the shelf.Ā
Neither of you are particularly good with the āplanningā aspect that comes with a datebook, but it at least helps you keep track of whatever jobs you were hired for. You flip through the pages, finally landing on 19 Ches. Spring Equinox, I nearly forgot! The leaf in the corner of the page signifies the changing season, meaning the days would only get longer from here, leaving Astarion less time for his assassin hires, or āmurdering the right people,ā as he puts it. You flip through the past months, checking the timeline of everything that happened since you removed your tadpoles and moved in with Astarion. We saw everyone about a week ago, so that meansā¦
As the unfortunate realization hits you, a familiar pair of cold hands slinks around your waist, and a chin rests on your shoulder. āGood morning, my sweet.ā Astarion pecks your cheek, then peers over your shoulder. āCare to show me if we have anything planned for today?ā He holds you closer, lowering his voice. āBecause it has been six months, love.āĀ
You snap the datebook shut, trying to form words that wouldnāt immediately give away that you forgot that it was your anniversary. Your warm skin only makes Astarionās touch all the more apparent, before he pulls away with a chuckle. āRelax, Tav. Iām sure anything you do will be fine.ā He rinses the sleep from his eyes at the washbasin as you hurriedly get dressed. He smiles playfully, āThatās something to worry about once weāre married, and itās grounds enough for divorce.ā
āThatās if I agree to marry you in the first place!ā You playfully stick your tongue out as you sling your satchel over her shoulder, but you donāt leave without giving Astarion a kiss. āIām going to check for any happenings at the Elfsong. Iāve got a surprise when I get home before sundown, love. Happy anniversary!ā You wave as the door slams shut, and he fondly waves back with a knowing smile before settling in with a book. Shit, heās onto you.
The Lower City of Baldurās Gate isnāt the most pristine of locales. Still, there was definitely an effort made with the number of floral arrangements hanging from balconies, merchant carts, and governmental buildings. You weave your way in and out of the streets and stalls, scanning for anything remotely romantic. You mutter to yourself, trying to keep your thoughts on track. āAlright. Flowers. Theyāre romantic, but not too outlandish. Roses are a good idea, but they donāt bloom until the summer. Tulips are a safe bet, Iām pretty sure.āĀ
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a stall decorated with flowers and a tapestry of lace. The woman running it looks young, her blonde hair tied into two loose braids as her pastel blue dress fits her curves. She smiles at you fondly, beckoning you over to browse her wares.
As you step closer, you notice how the stall is decorated with signs indicating, āBest gifts for new couples!ā and, āSale today!ā An assortment of flower bouquets, brassieres, and carved crystal animals is all on display, and your eyes donāt know which one to look at. āGreetings!ā the woman chirps, then motions to the sale signs. āIf you buy today, Iāll throw in a free bouquet!ā The cheerful tulips stand behind her, but the assortment of lingerie catches your attention. Theyāre primarily in lighter colors and decorated with flowers, which doesnāt strike you as something you or Astarion would particularly fancy.Ā
But tucked behind them, a shine of crimson and gold catches your eye. You gently take out the garment and unfold it in front of you, revealing a form-fitting bodysuit adorned with white ruffles and red ribbons, with smooth black leather and gold buttons paneling the front. A pin holds a matching bunny-eared headband with ribbons and detached puff sleeves and cuffs in place, and you canāt deny the thrill that rushes through you as you imagine yourself in it, especially with a vision of revealing it to Astarion.Ā
āOh, a perfect choice!ā The woman pokes her head out from behind where you held the bodysuit up. āAnd enchanted, too! Itāll make you shack up just like rabbits, if youāre not careful enough.ā
You turn the garment over, looking for a tag. Thereās none to be found, but the rest of the lingerie is marked at around 60 GP. āThat sounds great and all, butā¦ how much does this all cost? With the flowers and everything.ā You think about what you have in your coin pouch, as you didnāt expect to spend all that much on a gift. But this has more uses than flowers that will end up wilting, I suppose, you wonder.
āOh! Itās 200 GP.ā You try to hide your grimace at the price, as it was certainly out of budget. You check your coin purse to be sure, and you have 175 GP, as you remember your earnings from yesterday.
āOh, I really wish I could, butāā
The woman looks at you closely before her eyes light up. āHey! I saw a photo of you in Baldurās Mouth Gazette! Youāre one of those folks who saved the city a while back!ā
You try to hush her, not wanting to attract a crowd. āYeah, that was me. What about it?ā
āYou really saved my family back there! We didnāt have time to flee the city, and we all thought we would be done for. Iāll let you take the lingerie and the flowers as a special thanks.ā
āYou sure?ā The woman nods, a smile on her face.
āOf course!ā You drop the gold into her hand, and she pushes the gifts into your arms. āEnjoy your day!ā she says louder than she needs to be, and youāre on your merry way as you complete your other errands.Ā
When you arrive home, you hear Astarion sharpening his daggers from the floor above. Heās preoccupied, perfect! You slink into the bathroom to try on the lingerie, carefully unfolding it from the bag. You hold it up to your form and look in the mirror, blushing the whole time, but you have a realization. Did I check the size? It seems the bodysuit is made for a slimmer figure, which you didnāt fully notice in the hustle and bustle of the city. You try to stretch the material to see if it fits your front, and you were correct: it was indeed too small. Shit, what do I do now? I spent so much gold on it, and I donāt want to risk tearing itā¦
A thought comes to you, and you devilishly grin into the mirror. I do know who it can fit, though! You quietly cast Mending, and the gift bag ties itself back up, ribbons forming as if it never opened. You gather it and the tulips in your arms, making your way upstairs.
You softly knock on the door of your study, greeted with a ācome in, dear.ā Astarion turns to you and puts his dagger down, his face softening from his focused state. āWell, hello, lover.ā He reaches underneath the desk, presenting you with a wooden box adorned with a crest, clearly from one of the leatherworkers in town, but you donāt remember which one. You put your presents for Astarion down to examine the box to try and guess whatās inside, shaking it gently. He huffs, āJust open it, for godsā sake!ā
You open the box, revealing a smooth, leather belt, almost as dark as the night sky. Attached to it is a matching sheath with an extended leather portion, engraved with a rising sun surrounded by constellations. Your eyes light up, and you hug the scabbard close. āOh, Astarion, you shouldnāt have!ā
āI saw how beat up your current one is on our last quest,ā he remarks. āYou are the sun to my stars, after all. I figured a new one could be of use.ā He kisses you on the cheek again and rubs his thumb over it, and you place the scabbard back into the box for safekeeping. He eyes the presents placed on the desk mischievously, then looks at you. āIs this why you were in such a rush this morning?ā he teases.
āShut your mouth!ā you retort, and Astarion laughs. āBe grateful I didnāt get you a bouquet of allium flowers by mistake.ā You carefully hand him the tulips, avoiding crushing the flowers. He breathes in the aroma, allowing in the memories of his brief time in the sun that he shared with you.
āOh, these are beautiful! Thank you, Tav. I suppose weāll have to find a vase of some sort, then.ā You were still slowly building up your home essentials and decor, and you hadnāt checked a vase off your list yet. Astarion then picks up the gift bag, gingerly unwrapping it.Ā
Taking each piece out one by one, a blush rushes to his face, and his ears twitch as he unravels the corseted bodysuit. He stammers for a moment, trying to put words together.
āAstarion, if itās an issue, I can return it. I mean, the flowers came with it, soāā
āNo, Tav. Itās alright.ā He inhales, but the blush remains on his face. āThis is a pleasant surprise. Itās not very often that I have the chance to wear,ā he motions to the lingerie on his lap. āAll this for you.ā He lets out a breathy laugh. āYouāll have to do the favor of telling me how I look, though.ā
You smile, helping him get the lingerie in his arm as he gets off the desk and saunters to the bedroom. āAlways for you, my love. Just call for me if you need any help!ā
āOf course.ā Astarion shuts the door, and you wait in the hallway, trying to suppress any intense arousal at the thought of your lover dressed like a sultry rabbit to the best of your ability. Your hand lingers on your waist, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you try to help yourself.
Finally, a voice from behind the door. āTav, a moment, dear!ā You open the door, and you quietly gasp at the sight in front of you. Astarion has his back toward you, his thighs and ass clad in silk and lattice tights. The bodysuit and accessories shine near the candlelight, all fitting to his porcelain-pale skin. The back laces, however, remain untightened. āCould you help me?ā The red satin ribbons are a contrast against the scars on his back, a reminder of his past, but also of everything you overcame.
You slowly tighten it with your hands, working from the middle out. Once you have enough to hold onto, you look at your lover. āBrace your arms against the bed. Iām going to pull on the count of three.ā Astarion nods, his elbows and arms firmly lying on the bed. āOneā¦ Twoā¦ Three!ā You yank tightly on the ties of the corset, cinching his waist in and forming an hourglass shape.
And Astarion, the man you love, who you went through the hells and back for, moans. Not quietly or demure, but loud like there wasnāt anyone else in the world who could hear. He slaps his hand over his mouth in surprise, blush rising to the tips of his ears. āGods, Tav. I never expected that to happen. Iām so sorry.ā
āNo, no, no, itās alright!ā You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. āNo need to apologize.ā You pause for a moment. āYou know, the merchant did say that it has some, ahem, fertility enchantments.ā
You can practically hear Astarion roll his eyes. āOh, please. People are just trying to make quick gold. Theyāll lie about whatever they can to sell overpriced items during festival seasons.ā He looks at you over his shoulder. āBesides, if I didnāt shoot blanks due to the nature of being a vampire, you surely would have been carrying our child by now.ā
āThat is true.ā You step back from Astarion, giving him some space.
Your lover takes that as his cue, turning around to show you the full display of his outfit. He poses, cocking his hips slightly. The ruffles and golden embroidery suit him naturally, and you feel your pupils widen as your gaze leads to where his pecs peek out from underneath the large red ribbon in the center. He notices, and with a smirk, he shakes his ass to make the puffy, white rabbit tail bounce. āAt a loss for words, darling?ā
You gulp, nodding your head. āY-yeah. You look, uh, good. Really good.ā He chuckles, and as you marvel at the rest of his body, you notice how his bulge presses against the leather panel. Heās harder than you anticipated he would be, clearly enjoying the thrill of being dressed up just for you. You feel your own wetness dampen your smallclothes, inner walls clenching as Astarion circles around you.
āHow about you get more comfortable, my sweet?ā You nod, more fervently than you realized, and begin to slip out of your pants and top. Astarion slows your hands, undoing each button one at a time as the smooth satin brushes against you. Your smallclothes and bra drop to the ground, leaving you exposed. āMuch better, love.ā He leads you to the bed, spreading your legs open as you sit on the edge.Ā
He kneels, kissing up your calves to your thighs and nipping along the way with his fang, but careful enough not to draw blood. You gasp and whine with each sensitive kiss as he nears closer and closer to your core. Finally, he licks a long stripe up your lower folds, causing a low moan to escape your lips. His lips move to suck on your clit, pressing your bundle of nerves in just the right way.
Your eyes had fluttered shut, putting your weight on your arms behind you. āOh, Astarion!ā After a series of whines, your eyes open once more. But the sight that greets you stops you in your tracks, and you canāt help but burst into laughter.
Astarion pulls back with confusion on his face, not knowing why everything was suddenly so hilarious. āTav? What in the hells has gotten into you?ā
You catch your breath between guffaws. āItāsā Itāsāā You finally get control of yourself, inhaling. āThe rabbit ears! You were on the floor, and from my perspective, it was kinda like,ā you motion with your hands, making bunny ears with your fingers and dancing them above your mound.
Astarion blinks twice before breaking into laughter. He doesnāt take as long to recover as you do, but he cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses all over your face. āYou cheeky little pet! I canāt believe that thatās what got you to break.ā He looks at your beet-red face, chuckling one more time. āI can take them off, if thatāll help.ā
āNo, keep them on! Theyāre cute, you know.ā You still Astarionās hand before he takes the headband off. āPerhaps a change in position, instead.ā You lie on your back and put your arms above your head, signaling for Astarion to get on top.
āOf course, my love.ā When Astarion moves the crotch of the bodysuit so his cock can spring free, itās already leaking, and his tip is a bright red. He bites his lip as he gives it a few strokes, lining it up against your folds. You softly moan in unison, and Astarionās pointed nails caress your inner thighs and stomach. āGods, you feel as wonderful as always, my love.ā
As Astarion slowly eases into you, you let out a long moan as he kisses up your body, timing each peck with a shallow thrust. The sensation makes you quiver with pleasure, even more so when he latches onto your nipple and sucks. āAh! Astarion, please,ā you beg.
Astarion glances up at you, those ruby eyes full of wanton mirth. āIām only just getting started, dear.ā With that, he increases the pace of his movements, his hips meeting yours as he sucks and nips on your chest.
Your moans grow in volume, and your hand reaches for Astarionās hair as a tether to reality. āFuck, stop being a tease! I know you want to just as much as I do.ā
āAnd that is?ā
āBite me, Astarion.ā With a low laugh, your lover sinks his fangs into your breast, right above where your beating heart lie. The familiar icy feeling, which over time became a source of pleasure, courses through you. Your heart pounds as you feel your blood course into him, and before he attempts to drain you dry like when you first met, you pull him off by the nape of his neck.Ā
His mouth frees with a pop, the last rivulets of blood dripping down his chin. He laps up any remaining wet crimson from your breasts. āDelectable as always, my darling.ā With his energy restored, he pistons in and out of you with more power than you anticipated. He puts your legs against his chest, gripping your thighs as he leaves little bloody kiss marks on them. āThatās right, Tav. Clench around me.ā
You canāt restrain your cries any longer as your back arches in pleasure, your inner walls fluttering against his length. āAstarion! Fuck me, please!ā You babble as you get lost in the pleasure, needing his cock to fill you to the brim.
āCome for me, my love.ā As if his words were magic, the hard thrusts against your cervix push you over the edge. With a keen of his name, you reach your climax and clench around Astarionās dick.
Itās enough for him, too, as he presses into you and fills you to the brim. As he softens, the two of you gaze into each otherās eyes and catch your breath. You reach up to kiss him before he pulls out, tenderly brushing his cheek with your thumb. He heads to the door, turning to you before he opens it. āIāll be right back, darling. Let me just get some cloths so we can wash up.ā A few minutes later, he returns as promised, helping to clean his spend out of you and gently washing the blood off with some soap. You do the same for him, and he chuckles as you clean the dried blood off his chin like a doting grandmother.
āI suppose I, ah, should get all of this off before we get into bed, love.ā You agree, helping to loosen the corset laces as he takes each accessory off and gently places it to the side. Once the lingerie is folded and put away in the dresser, Astarion takes you into his arms under the blankets. āThat was certainly a surprise. Thank you, Tav.ā
You nuzzle into Astarionās chest, holding him close. āYouāre very welcome. Happy anniversary, dear.ā
āHappy anniversary.ā Astarion blows the candle out, and you doze off feeling loved.
Ā ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢
You awake to the sound of inexperienced bards outside below, and you stumble out of bed. Astarion follows, disgruntled by the racket. āGods, could they pick any other spot to perform in? If you could even call it a performance.ā
āItās Greengrass, my love.ā You pick up your datebook and flip through the notes. āHuh, I just realized itās been a while since my last moonblood. You donāt think I should see a cleric, do you?āBefore Astarion covers his ears with the pillows, he pauses for a moment. His eyes go wide. āOh shit.ā
Applicable Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Undescribed Penetrative Sex, Non-Consensual Bondage, Crying, Begging, Painful Sex, Buckets (Homestuck), Sadism, Dom/sub, Dom The Condesce, Sub Reader, Captor/Captive, Imperial Drones (Homestuck), Fish Puns, The Condesce Being an Asshole, POV Second Person
The tentacled imprisonment of the Battleship Condescension holds you firmly in place, preventing you from fleeing or otherwise squirming away from the Empress. āya betta take this like a good slaveā she taunts. You feel her tentabulge squirm against your ass, writhing around to find your entrance. āor thereās gonna be an even worse endingā
Without any other warning, she slams her tentabulge into your unwilling hole, making you scream out with pain. It searches through your inside, finding your most pleasurable spot to cause your arousal and shame. āP-please, no! I promise Iāll do anything else!ā
ātoo late for that, beachā She thrusts harder, hitting that bundle of nerves that makes you moan in lust.Ā
You feel the heat rise through your body as she pounds you, humiliation overwhelming. God, why am I into this? Any coherent thoughts of denial are pushed out as you lose your sense of self, subservient to The Condesceās power and prowess. Her tentabulge thrusts into you over and over, causing you to cry out louder each time. Before you can even register it, youāre approaching your climax. The Condesce snaps her fingers, and an Imperial Drone approaches and places a bucket underneath your hole, surely to catch any leftover genetic material when she reaches her own orgasm.
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Applicable Tags: Fucking Machines, Dildos, Overstimulation, Phone Calls (not quite Phone Sex), Gags, Begging, Quiet Sex, Bondage, Pet Names, Undescribed Penetrative Sex, Dom Mettaton, Sub Reader, Reader is a Human, Reader Is Not Frisk, POV Second Person
āOh, why yes. All those posters must get delivered on time. Who wouldnāt want more of me after a tour stop?ā Mettaton paces around his office, arms extending to flip through his planner book.Ā
As the merchandise representative drones on about deadlines and estimates, your android boyfriend looks over to your flushed form. Arms bound to the handcuffs hanging off the door, and a dildo relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, made you look like a porn star in your state. You swallow back your moans, but small gasps and whines break through your wanton lips. āMettaā¦ Pleaseā¦ā you quietly gasp. Your breath hitches in your lungs, unsure of how much more you can take.
Mettaton mutes his end of the phone, his branded charms jingling as he places it on speaker phone on his desk. The other manās voice comes out crackly, unaware of the debauchery on the other end. Striding toward you, the robot retrieves a gag from a hidden drawer, locking the sparkly pink pleather around your head and stuffing the black ball in your mouth to shut you up. āMuch better, darling.ā He mock-dusts off his hands before making the machine fuck you faster and picking the phone back up.
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Applicable Tags: Suspension Rope Bondage, Hair Pulling, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, (Light) Tit Torture, Dirty Talk, Trans Karlach, Named, Female, & Drow Tav, POV Third Person Omniscient
Karlach does a full circle around the suspended and immobile drow, nonchalantly enjoying her ropework. Kaedeās arms and legs were carefully bent and tied behind her, giving the tiefling a perfect view of her dripping cunt and tits. āMan, you look real fuckinā nice like this.ā Karlach kneels to give Kaedeās breasts two even slaps, causing her to moan. āBut donāt worry. Iāll take my time making sure you feel as good as you can, babe.ā
Karlach pulls Kaedeās white ponytail, angling her face up to her line of sight. āYou promise?ā she teasingly asks, a glimmer in her eye.
The tiefling chuckles, then pulls her hair again to nuzzle her face against her bulge. āYeah, I promise, alright.ā Kaede kisses Karlachās length through her trousers, feeling the heat radiating off of her. Karlach bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan as she undoes the ties holding it together. She exhales as her cock frees, her breath coming out as a low moan. Karlach pushes it against Kaedeās lips, the drow takes her full length into her mouth, preparing for the event ahead of time. āYeah, thatās it,ā she hisses as she begins to thrust into her face.
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Applicable Tags: Post-Canon, Newlyweds, Living Together, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Penis-In-Vagina Sex, Creampies, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Established Relationship, Humor, Soft Astarion, Top Astarion, Bottom Tav, Named, Female, & Half-Elf Tav, POV Third Person Omniscient
Astarion pistoned in and out of Tavilinaās cunt, growling as he kissed where her pulse lay on her neck. āWeāre both close, love. Come for me, clench around my cock.ā
Astarionās lustful command pushed the half-elf over the edge, her release washing over her like the waves of the sea. āAstariooooon!ā She cried out his name as her back arched, but he didnāt relent. His orgasm was still further away than hers, and his pleasure made Tavilinaās even stronger. āOh, gods, āStar! If you donāt stop, Iām gonnaā!ā His relentless thrusting pushed Tavilina over the edge once more, squirt pouring out from her glands and onto Astarion and herself. The tightness finally gave Astarion his release, pouring his seed into his new wife.
The vampire stopped, gently pulling his softening cock out of Tavilina. Sheād never had an orgasm this intense in all the time theyāve been together. āAre you alright, darling?ā He gently tilted her head up and kissed her forehead, caressing her cheek.
āYeah, Iām good.ā She shifts, noticing the large wet spot in the sheets, which causes her to blush. āGuess this is one way to break in the new bed!ā she laughs. Astarion laughs with her, resting his hand on her abdomen in affection.
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Shadowheartās āaromaā is loosely based on this perfume by Mad Labs Studios! Go check them out, their Astarion (my usual whiff) and Wyllās (my partnerās) are chefās kiss
Applicable Tags:Ā Gang Bang/Orgy, Penis-In-Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Finger Sucking, Moaning, Doggy Style Position, Praise Kink, T-Dick Referred to as āCockletā, Vaginal/Clitoral Fingering, Light Dom/sub, Dom Shadowheart, Dom Karlach, Top Wyll, Top Astarion, Sub Bottom Tav/Reader, Marijuana Reference, Unnamed Tav/Reader, POV Second Person
From your position in the dirt near the campfire on your hands and knees, itās hard to tell which of your companions is touching you, not that you disliked it. Being passed around like rolled hemp leaf was your idea, and the others enthusiastically agreed. After all, their fearless leader deserved a reward.
Your thoughts are broken by a harsh tug on your hair, pulling your eyes up to Shadowheartās cunt. āI think itās time to give you a proper taste.ā You obey the half-elf, moaning into her mound as Wyll fucks you from behind. The scent and taste of her fills your senses, a mixture of florals and dark berries. As you suckle on her clit, you feel a hand reach for your cocklet. Your moans turn louder and more carnal as you realize Astarion ā his claw-like nails are unmistakable ā rubs and pulls your clit with fervor.
With each moment, each cock and cunt and touch, you unravel further and further, your core bursting with pleasure. āHeās close, I can tell,ā Wyll gasps out, thrusting into you at a breakneck pace as he chases his climax.
Once Shadowheart steps away, Karlach sticks her fingers into your mouth, wetting them for surely another wanted intrusion. āBe a good boy and cum for us.ā
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This drabble is HEAVILY inspired by that one banter about Gale having āthe aura of a third childā from Act 3, LMAO Also, thereās some banter with Karlach that implies drow women tend to lean more sapphic for romance, so I took some creative liberties with that!
Applicable Tags: Act 3 (Baldurās Gate 3), Location: Elfsong Tavern (Baldur's Gate), Cuckolding, Verbal Humiliation, Cunnilingus, Love Bites, Moaning, Masturbation, Dom (Bull) Minthara, Sub (Cuckold) Gale, Bisexual Hotwife Tav/Reader, POV Second Person
āObserve closely, wizard. If the lack of screams of pleasure from your former tent is anything to go by, you have little knowledge of how to please a woman properly.ā Minthara smirks at Gale from the loveseat across from you, then gets to her knees in front of you. You canāt help but notice the deep flush that covers his face, betraying his uncomfortable expression.
The drow begins by spreading your thighs apart, kissing the sensitive inner skin. She nips here and there with her teeth, causing squeaks of pleasure to escape your lips. āOh, that feels so-ā your words of praise are cut short by Minthara making her way to your clit, sucking it diligently and licking a stripe up your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly, as she had the technique that only women of Menzoberranzan nobility knew.
Tangling your hands in Mintharaās hair, you throw your head back, but not before getting a glance at Gale. He began touching himself already, ordered that he was only to do so, and that you were off-limits to him, or at least for the time being. You couldnāt help but find it exhilarating to have him at the whims of your and Mintharaās control.
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Since I wasnāt able to include the full context due to the (admittedly, self-imposed) word limit, Iāll explain it here!Ā
āAs you neared Baldurās Gate, Tav/Reader and co. find an old (but intact) pillory along the road. You, a humiliation slut, have the great idea to sneak out to it from camp in the middle of the night with your lover Astarion, along with some extra companions to add to the experience.āĀ
I hope that makes sense, and I'd definitely like to elaborate on the idea at a later date! (Additionally, thereās a reference to this art/EA bug XD)
Ship: Astarion x Trans Man!Tav/Reader (feat. Laeāzel, Shadowheart, and Karlach)
Word Count: 244
Applicable Tags: Act 3 (Baldurās Gate 3), Tadpolycule if you squint, Pillory, Public Verbal Humiliation, Degradation, Vaginal Fingering, Pussy Spanking, Face Slapping, Vagina Referred to as āHoleā, Dom Astarion, Dom Shadowheart, Dom Karlach, Dom Laeāzel, Masochist Sub Bottom Tav/Reader, POV Second Person
Your face burns with heat as your gaze meets with your female companions. From behind, Astarion yanks your trousers down, exposing your damp hole to the cold night air. Blood rushes to your complexion once more, and you wish you had the ability to hide your face. āMy, my. Iād never think that our fearless leader would be so interested in some old wood along the road.ā Astarion knocks the top edge of the pillory for emphasis and drags his cold fingers along your lower lips. āShall we indulge his wishes?ā
Shadowheart smirks. āI think so.ā She approaches you, bending down to match your eyesight, which is humiliating in and of itself. āIāve heard your little trysts with Astarion. Youāre such a little slut, practically begging for him to bite you.ā
You attempt to rub your legs together to give more friction than Astarion was providing, but he quickly spreads your legs apart, exposing your dripping arousal.
āWell, look at that!ā Karlach squats down and draws a clawed finger against your sex. āYouāre more of a freak than I gave you credit for.ā She spanks it with the palm of her hand, causing you to yelp.
Laeāzel comes to you next, testing the limitations of your bondage by tugging your hair. āChk. Perhaps this is the reason why youāve been missing your enemies more often. Too distracted by your human desires.ā She slaps you across the cheek, and you canāt do anything but moan.
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I saw this art a few months ago, and let me tell you, it gave me some DAMN GOOD IDEAS! While the fun, dommy Ascended Astarion is all well and good (no hate if you enjoy him, I do too), I ADORE going the more fucked-up route of āCazador 2.0ā (I had a fic idea but abandoned it for nowā¦), so PLEASE heed the warnings! Also, this isnāt straight-up āsex,ā but it can definitely be a precursor if you imagine it that way! (This also leans more fast and loose with the āGagsā prompt, but I think a muzzle counts as enough!)
Applicable Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Physical, Emotional, and Verbal Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Neglect, Starvation, Face Slapping, Punishment, Collars and Leashes, Blood Drinking, Cutting (but not in a self-harm way), Pet Names, Dom Astarion, Sub Tav/Reader, Unnamed & Undescribed Tav/Reader, Vampire Ascendant Astarion Being an Asshole (Baldur's Gate), POV Second Person
Astarion pulls on the chain connected to your ornate, leather collar, yanking you from your spot on the bed of your chambers, where you were locked for the past several tendays. You cry out, but your famished state prevents you from fighting back. Not that a fuller meal would help, as your bond with Astarion prevented even the slightest of rebuttal. āAstarion, please! I promise I wonāt do anything like it again. I was justāā
The Vampire Ascendant slaps the part of your cheek that wasnāt barricaded by the muzzle he confined your mouth in. You recoil, giving him time to slice the palm of his hand with a dagger that was concealed from underneath his ornate doublet. His hot blood begins to stream from his skin, and you desperately hold your mouth open underneath to catch the liquid life. He scowls at your pathetic display, as most of it stains your chest with sticky, red lines.
āThis is what disobedience earns you, my pet. Refusing a meal that I specifically hunted for you is a waste of my time and my care for you.ā The blood slows into drips, pitter-pattering against your skin, before it subsides completely. āConsider yourself lucky that I still harbor enough affection not to give you the scraps that the rest of the servants receive.ā He wipes his hand off on a handkerchief, then heads for the door. āAfter all, you are still my consort.ā
He gives you a sinister smile, and the door locks shut.
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Applicable Tags: Act 3 (Baldurās Gate 3), Praise Kink, Blow Jobs, Hair Pulling, Vague Mommy Kink, Spit, Trans Karlach, Named, Female, & Drow Tav, POV Third Person Omniscient
āOpen up, soldier.ā Karlach pressed her thumb against Kaedeās lips, parting them slightly. Kaede obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. āGood girl. Gonna suck your Mama K off nice and well?ā Kaede nodded, causing a pleased smile to dance on Karlachās lips. āCāmon, then.ā
Karlach pulled her trousers down just enough to free her cock, and it sprang free in front of the drowās face. The latter got to work, pushing her ponytail off her shoulders as she suckled at the tieflingās tip. āOh, fuck! Thatās it, do what Mama K taught you.ā She thrust shallowly into Kaedeās mouth, matching the pace of her tongue.
The tiefling looked down at Kaede with adoration and lust, observing her practiced ministrations. Karlach felt her core bubble stronger with pleasure and attempted to bite back a loud moan. Before her release could approach, she pulled Kaede off of her with the tug of her ponytail. Kaede looked up at her with glassy eyes, a string of spit that was adhered to Karlachās member now dripping down her lip. āYou took that so well, soldier!ā She affectionately rubbed the saliva away with the pad of her thumb, then cupped Kaedeās cheek. āHow about we do something more?ā
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Applicable Tags: Act 2 (Baldurās Gate 3), Penis-In-Vagina Sex, Prone Bone Position, Quiet Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation (somewhat), Top Astarion, Bottom Karlach, POV Third Person Omniscient
Astarionās hand snakes around to Karlachās mouth, desperately concealing her moans. The tiefling, finally repaired and able to touch, doesnāt expect her freedom from celibacy to be this good ā this intense. Lying on her stomach on the worn bedroll of Astarionās tent, her mind swarms with pleasure as she struggles to keep gasps and whines from leaving her lips.
āShhh, darling. I doubt the entire camp wants to hear our ā gasp ā little lovemaking,ā the vampire whispers into Karlachās ear, holding her hips steady with his other hand as he thrusts in and out of her.
āS-sorry, fangs. You just feel soā fuck!ā Karlach bites back another moan as her cunt flutters around Astarionās cock, nearing her climax with each piston of Astarionās hips. Her infernal engine glows bright blue, tinting the irises of her eyes and the locks of her hair. Her flames hotter and hotter by the second, but she trusts her lover with her life. Gods, if I burned up right about now, isnāt that a way to go? Karlach muses in the fleeting moment she has a coherent thought.
āI can tell youāre close, dear.ā Astarion adjusts his positioning, hitting her G-spot directly. āNow, cum for me.ā
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IMO I think there needs to be more fics about Raphael fucking Haarlep in Tavās/your form in front of you ššš I definitely wanna write more about this dynamic later on, so (potentially) keep an eye out for it! Also, the specific rope tie Tav/Reader is in is a Frog Tie, for those curious.
Applicable Tags: Dubious Consent, Act 3 (Baldurās Gate 3), Location: House of Hope, Forced Orgasm, Coming Untouched (technically?), Verbal Humiliation/Teasing, Penis-In-Vagina Sex, Incubus Shapeshifting, Phantom Sex (IDK how else to call it orz), Shibari, Pet Names, Dom Top Raphael, Bottom Haarlep, Sub Tav/Reader, POV Second Person
A face ā your face ā hung upside-down over the edge of the bed of Raphaelās boudoir, Haarlep taking full advantage of your tryst with the incubus. Raphael knelt above them, scarlet skin contrasting against your complexion as he thrust in and out at an inescapable pace. You could feel every inch inside of your cunt, the phantom touch of ridges and infernal heat filling you up.Ā
All you could think to do was shut your eyes, but even then, your body betrayed you. āCome now, little mouse. Are you not enjoying the show?ā Raphael mocked you, watching how your body twitched and arched from where your legs were bound and spread to the seat of the ornate wooden chair.Ā
āI rather think you are. Rightā¦āĀ
Pleasure brewed inside your core, to the point where denying it was no use. Your wetness had formed a damp spot on your trousers, clearly visible to both Raphael and his personal plaything. Haarlep moaned louder and louder, and gods, did you actually sound like that? You try not to think too hard about it.
āAboutā¦ā
You were so close, teetering on that precipice of sweet release. Your mind desperately wanted to hold off, to have some sense of self-preservation and respect. But your body betrayed you, no matter how hard you fought.
āNow.ā
Your orgasm tore through you all at once, your cries harmonizing with Haarlepās imitation. Your body spasmed in its restraints, ecstasy coursing through your nerves.
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Spoiler Alert: He doesnāt give Zelda back, and it was all a ruse to torture Link >:33c Also, I believe this counts as āDubcon,ā but let me know if itās technically noncon! (I know the line is super fine.)
Applicable Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Dubious Consent, Blackmail/Sexual Coercion, Knifeplay, Threats of Violence,Ā Sadism, Mentioned Zelda, Mentioned Demise, Pet Names, Dom Ghirahim, Sub Link, Ghirahim Being Ghirahim,Ā POV Third Person Omniscient
āI could return your precious goddess, sky child. But only upon one, sole condition.ā Ghirahim circled Link, eyeing him like a falcon does its prey. āEvery ounce of pain, every scream drawn from your throat, is mine to inflict.ā His gloved hand traces around the Hylianās throat, the threat hanging in the air. āOtherwise, her divine soul is mine to keep, and my Master shall be revived once more!ā Ghirahim strides in front of Link, summoning an image of Zelda with a flurry of diamonds. āSo, what will it be, boy?ā
ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā¢Ā
Ghirahim straddled Linkās chest, the latterās heart pounding in his chest as the Demon Lord drew his dagger and agonizingly trailed it down the center of his tunic. Cloth and mail fell to his sides, the blade sharper than humanly possible. (Of course, Ghirahim would use nothing less.) āOh, but thereās no need to tremble like a lost little child, boy. Youāre under my complete control now.ā The dagger shifted from his navel, and Ghirahim elegantly twisted it in his hands before staking it into the ground mere centimeters from Linkās neck. āAfter all,ā Ghirahim leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Linkās ears. āThis is what you asked for.ā
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Applicable Tags: Post-Canon, Breeding/Pregnancy Kink, Creampies, Penis-In-Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Overstimulation (slightly), Established Relationship, Power Bottom Tav, Sub Top Wyll, Named, Female, & Drow Tav, POV Third Person Omniscient
Kaede runs her calloused hands over Wyllās horns, slate grey skin against ridged, curling bone. She guides his eyes to where she sat riding him, looking at him with both adoration and authority. āYouāre being so well, my love.ā Her hand drifts to his cheek, caressing him. āI can feel your cock pulsing, ready to fill me with your seed.ā As she praises him, the drow increases the already relentless pace of her hips, helping to push him to the edge.
āGods, Kaede. I donāt think Iāll be able to last much longer,ā Wyll pants as he matches his wifeās riding, feeling as if he were about to burst.
āThen breed me, Wyll. Fill me with your semen and let me bear your child.ā Her ruby eyes lock with his, her command finally helping the warlock reach the point of no return. He moans her name as he comes, his fluid filling her fertile womb. She continues to ride him as he empties into her, only stopping him when he twitches from overwhelming pleasure. Kaede slowly gets off of him and kisses his forehead. āYou did wonderfully,ā she happily sighs. Wyll simply smiles back, holding her hand against her chest.
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Applicable Tags: Wax Play, Pussy Spanking (Implied), Bruises, Screaming, Dacryphilia (if you squint), Vagina Referred to as āCuntā, T-Dick Referred to as āCockletā, Masochist Tav/Reader, Unnamed Bard Tav/Reader, POV Second Person
Astarion holds your hands firmly behind your back, following your line of sight from behind your shoulder as your pupils watch the slow, agonizing drip of wax from the priestās candle. āDonāt hold back, darling. Iām sure youād hate to put on a bad show.ā
Your cunt was already bruised from the beatings it took at Abdirakās hand, and the burning wax was the final step before your blessing. You werenāt sure your sensitive cocklet could take any more, as the pain had already caused you to orgasm more than once. āI-I wonāt!ā It trickles further and further down the candle, angled right above your sensitive bundle of nerves. āI just thinkāā
Before you can finish your sentence, the paraffin lands directly on your t-dick, causing you to scream in an overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure. āYES, dear one! Use the pain to be born anew!ā Your cries reach a fever pitch, your final climax taking over as your vision turns to white.Ā
You go slack in Astarionās arms, and he catches you before you hit the ground. Easing you back to your feet, he guides you to Abdirak for Loviatarās final blessing. āI never thought you had it in you, darling.ā
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