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Ship: Astarion x Tavilina
Word Count: 208
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 Tavilina’s cunt, growling as he kissed where her pulse lay on her neck. “We’re both close, love. Come for me, clench around my cock.”
Astarion’s lustful command pushed the half-elf over the edge, her release washing over her like the waves of the sea. “Astariooooon!” She cried out his name as her back arched, but he didn’t relent. His orgasm was still further away than hers, and his pleasure made Tavilina’s even stronger. “Oh, gods, ‘Star! If you don’t stop, I’m gonna—!” 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. She’d never had an orgasm this intense in all the time they’ve been together. “Are you alright, darling?” He gently tilted her head up and kissed her forehead, caressing her cheek.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She shifts, noticing the large wet spot in the sheets, which causes her to blush. “Guess this is one way to break in the new bed!” she laughs. Astarion laughs with her, resting his hand on her abdomen in affection.
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Tavilina is our lovable little ditz 💖💖💖 Also, secretly, Astarion tossed a gold piece in there when she wasn’t looking to screw with her XD
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Ship: Astarion x Tavilina
Word Count: 205
Act 1 (Baldur’s Gate 3), Location: The Underdark, Spanking, Teasing, Foreplay, Pet Names, Public Sex, Stuck in a Wall, Top Astarion, Bottom Tav, Named, Female, & Half-Elf Tav, POV Third Person Omniscient
“And why, my dear, did you think it was a good idea to try to slip through that tiny hole?” Astarion lightly spanks Tavilina’s bottom as it sticks out of the crumbling stone wall, reveling in her helpless state.
“Ah!” The half-elf’s legs squirm, causing the toes of her boots to kick up dirt on the floor. “‘Cause I saw a shiny! It could be something good, like a ring, or some gold, or, umm…” Tavilina’s voice trails off as she feels Astarion’s nimble hands trace the innermost part of her thighs. A chill goes down her spine, and she wishes so desperately to put her trapped hands over her lover’s.
“I suppose this is a lesson in patience, then,” Astarion huffs. “Our leader, once again, is getting into trouble going after a reward.” He looks behind him, carefully checking for any onlookers. The rest of the party had wandered off to find their way through the Underdark as the dim light of mushrooms guided their way, leaving the two alone. The coast is clear, and the pads of the vampire’s fingers find their way to cup Tavilina’s sex through her clothes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you did this on purpose.”
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This drabble is a little snippet from Tavilina’s version of the events of BG3! I definitely wanna write more of this scenario in the future, so keep an eye out for it!
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Ship: Raphael x Tavilina (OC Tav)
Word Count: 214
Applicable Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Location: House of Hope, Kidnapping, Captor/Captive, Sadism, Begging, Choking, Breath Play, Pet Names, Mentioned TavStarion, Dom Raphael, Sub Tav, Named, Female, & Half-Elf Tav, POV Third Person Omniscient
Tavilina backs away from the cambion, desperate for a way out of the boudoir. Her efforts were in vain, however, as her soul was bound to the room. “Why, little mouse, you’re just delaying the inevitable. Your companions have much more to worry about with your mindflayer problem.” Backed up against the door, Raphael tilts the half-elf’s chin up to look into his burning eyes. “Maybe I’ll even take it easier on you if you beg.”
Tavilina trembled in fear, her mind telling her to run, run, run. Astarion was her first— not only for sex, but also the first one to show her love and care. Raphael, on the other hand, was sadistic and cruel. He had made it clear that her captivity was for his pleasure and his alone, promising to use her however he pleased. Her survival instincts kicked in, prompting her to try to convince him of any alternatives. “I’ll do anything else you ask of me! Clean, bathe you, anything! Just not this.”
“I think you know what my answer is, little mouse.” Raphael showed his sharp teeth as he smirked, taking every moment to revel in her helplessness. Forcefully pushing her against the locked door, his claws find their way around her neck to suppress her air supply.
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Another Baldur's Gate Roleplaying Idee: The False Monk
I always wanted to play a monk but never had the idea for a proper background. I am also not that fond of the idea of punching harder with bare hands than any sword could.
The inspiration for this character is a mixture of Mizu from "Blue Eyed Samurai" and Aloy from "Horizon Zero Dawn". I call her Mizoy. The idea came when downloading the Ha-arashi mod.
Mizoy is a half-wood-elf. Her mother was raped by a group of humans on her way to the nearest market (her clan lives quite secluded). She died while giving birth to Mizoy. And because the elders now considered Miloy a "child of death" she was expelled from the clan.
The child was taken in by another exile: A disgraced monk who lived in the woods. His order expelled him because, in his youth, he had stolen a legendary sword, the Ha-arashi, from the cloister's swordmaster and joined a band of mercenaries.
So great was his disgrace that his home clan refused to even mention his name anymore. So, he was called just "the Smith" because he earned his living by crafting pots and other metalworks that he used to sell to traveling merchants, once he no longer was fit enough to fight.
The Smith taught Mizoy his craft (she has the Guild Artisan background). When he was drunk enough, he also told her about his youth in the cloister and the basics of monk traditions (her class is Way of the Shadow monk). She also is proficient with the longbow because, when the Smith's eye side started fading, it became her task to hunt and keep them fed.
Now, the Smith is old, nearly blind. His time is over. The only thing he wanted to do before he died was to return Ha-arashi, which he had hidden in an unmarked grave behind the hut.
But when the two made their way to the old cloister somewhere on the coast, they were snatched away by Mindflayers. Mizoy was able to free herself, but when she tried to free the Smith, he turned. She had to strike him down with the Ha-arashi.
Now, she has a tadpole in her head (together with some half-understood monk teachings) and a legendary sword on her back. Even though she has no experience in sword fighting, the blade cuts down her enemies left and right.
The Ha-arashi fights on its own. It's alive! It speaks to Mizoy. And it's thirsty, it wants to be fed...
The roleplaying idea here is that the Ha-arashi is influencing Mizoy in a way that every encounter that you can either resolve by diplomacy or by violence turns into a fight. It's some sort of "Dark Urge light".
