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pheonixgrave · 10 months

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This is really my first time posting a story to here, I usually only do it to AO3, but this is what I made this account for. Might as well start using it?

WARNINGS: Heavy smut, corruption kink, mild blood kink? (not sure about that one) Fem Tav, hetero relationship, stress fucking, not beta'd, angst, use of cunt

Smut blow the cut, please enjoy!!

Trekking through the wilderness was exhausting as is. But the bickering? That was starting to drive Tav crazy. Vampire this. Shar that. Eating magic this. Demons that. It was always something else. No matter what she did, they were always at each other’s throats. Oh the irony in that. Maybe the Illithid worm wasn’t the worst thing. Maybe this, the arguing, was the worst thing to happen to her. If she had to hear any Githyanki phrases in the next thirty minutes, she might kill Lae’zel herself. Tav was at her wits end, ready to beat her head against the nearest tree just to see if that got rid of the tadpole. It would be a win-win if it also got everyone else to shut up.

They didn’t even let up at camp. Sure, they all had their respective tents and spaces. But the glaring. Oh, the glaring! Not a moment of peace before bed. She sat near her bedroll, closer to the fire Gale had set up. A tankard in hand, her back to the more vocal members of the party. She could practically hear Lae’zel glaring at Astarion. And Shadowheart wasn't exactly quiet about her distaste for him either. It’s not like there was an Infernal being less than ten yards away from him. Or a Warlock just across the flames.

She very quickly downed the rest of her drink before tossing the tankard near the flames. Curling up in her bedroll, she tried to block out all of the noise and barbed words. It was currently taking everything in her to not scream at her first three companions. They had all been through something insane and deadly. Why could they not have it in them to simply get along? It felt impossible.

Fortunately, her sour mood was noticed by her party. Not that she’d realize it at the moment. The biggest point of contention, Astarion, managed to get the courage to walk up to their fearless, albeit grumpy, leader. He nudged her with his foot. Which he immediately realized was a bad decision. Taz shot up to meet his eyes in the blink of an eye. “What do you want?”

The bite in her voice was unmistakable. But he knew how to handle it. “I want-”

“Don’t bother,” she cut him off. She never cut him off. She was more than happy to let him talk at her sometimes. The final glare she gave him was intense as she stalked towards the lake, away from everybody else. Astarion watched her walk away. Did he only watch to see her hips sway? Absolutely. But that didn’t change the fact that the Bard needed to relax. He smiled to himself before following her. “Didn’t I say don’t bother? I’m not in the mood to be your midnight snack tonight.”

He didn’t fail to match her step. “Why darling! Do you truly think so little of me?” He pouted.

Tav just sighed, “Take your antics somewhere else for now, Astarion.”

“Will you just sit down?” He pushed on her shoulders, forcing her down.

Much to the rest of the party's dismay, she did trust the vampire. Whether that would lead her to her own doom was yet to be seen.

Her knees crumbled under the pressure as she fell on the ground. She shot another glare in his direction but that didn’t seem to dissuade him from his plan.

“You’ve been far too stressed today, darling.” He purred in her ear, his hands never leaving her shoulders.

“Astarion?” He continued to move her body until she was on her stomach.

“Shhh, do you trust me?” Gods, that man was always far too much for Tav.

“Should I?”

He chuckled as he readjusted himself so he was sitting on the back of her thighs, straddling her. It took every ounce of self restraint he had to not immediately rub her ass. Gods, it always looked so perfect when she walked. He took a deep breath before applying pressure between her shoulder blades. He felt her body tense before slowly relaxing.

It wasn’t what she expected. Was he giving her a massage? His hands worked slowly from the base of her neck to her waist. And-oh? Did she just moan?

“It’s alright, my dear, I love hearing you.” He smirked before continuing his work. He continued like that for a few moments, just enjoying the little sounds she was making. “Let's get you out of these clothes, shall we?”

She pushed him off her, rolling on her back and sitting up. “So that’s what this was? Just an excuse to get me naked?” That fire was coming back.

“Darling, if I was trying to get into your pants, I’d try flattering you more first. Unfortunately, it is difficult to get this right over your clothes.” He sat next to her, staring out at the water, just watching the water crash against the coast. “I was taught how to do this a long, long time ago.”

She stared at the rogue before swallowing. The tips of her ears and the back of her neck were flushed. But she did trust him. He would say if this was untoward. Right? With a shaky breath, she sighed but said “Alright.”

Astarion watched her shaky hands start to untie the little knots holding her bustier. His mouth started to water, but he had patience. As she shrugged the last of her tunic off, she covered her chest and turned the other way. He did manage to lay down her tunic so she wasn’t just laying on the dirt anymore. She laid herself in front of him. He could feel how shaky her breath still was as he climbed on top of her once more.

He resumed his previous work, addressing the knots in her lower back. The elf’s skin was so soft, so warm. He found himself just getting lost in the feeling of someone trusting him. It was a strange feeling but a welcome one.

Tav, on the other hand, was getting lost in his touch. His cold hands worked their way up her back and she liked it far more than she thought she would. What started off as little moans slowly became louder. It didn’t help that he was an expert with his hands. And her mind started to trail off to things that were unbecoming of a lady.

But Astarion could feel her thighs clench. No matter how she tried to move without him noticing too much. Gods, he could almost smell her arousal. Over 200 years old and here he was, still trying to keep himself from getting hard. But then she moaned his name. And what little restraint he had disappeared. He put his hands near her head before leaning down towards her ear. “This wasn’t an excuse to see you naked but you are making it very hard to not act on my…baser impulses, my dear.” He felt the shiver go down her spine.

“Astarion,” she moaned again before grinding back on him. And she got what she wanted when he flipped her on her back without moving from his spot. And there she was, laid out in front of a vampire spawn with her chest bare. She looked up at him with wide eyes, unsure how to go from there. But him? He had far more experience than most. He moved faster than she thought. He captured her lips as he slotted himself between her thighs. And just like that, his hands were everywhere.

It was like he couldn’t decide where he liked them best. Her throat? Her breasts? Her hips so he could grind against her? He just couldn’t decide. And she tried so hard to keep herself quiet. But then he moved his lips down her neck, his fangs brushing over the still healing marks from the night before. He thought about feeding for a moment, but something far more filling had his attention right now. He moved until he had her nipple in his mouth. Flicking the nub with his tongue, his hand went to massage the other one. He wasn’t gentle. No one that knew Astarion for who he was thought he was a gentle man. It was rough but Tav didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, Tav seemed to love it. Her back arched into him. “Astarion!” And then her hands were on his shoulders, urging him downwards.

And he didn’t want to fight it. He kept moving, biting and nipping at her stomach. And then he got to her trousers. He sat up, panting and looking wild. His fangs were bared and he was panting hard. He threw her legs on his shoulders, tossing her loafers somewhere behind him. And then he went to work on the knots holding her trousers up. Which he made very quick work of. He shimmied them off her, making sure to keep her underwear on for a moment. He stripped off his shirt before returning to her mouth.

He needed her.

“Astarion, please, touch me.”

He was quick to snake his hand towards her cunt. And even quicker to find the spot that made her gasp into his mouth. Gods, he could do this forever. He made his way back to her neck, lapping over those same marks. Her hand tangled itself into his hair and the other gripped his shoulder with far more strength than he expected. His cold hands were a sharp contrast to the warmth of her. Her head was thrown back against the ground as she gasped for air. She was shaking.

It was already so much for her. She had been so pent up and so angry. But the way he worked her clit? It was a way no one ever had before. Not even herself. In fact, no one had ever touched her like this before. Nothing past shy kisses or heady glances. If she had known, maybe she would have lived her life a little differently.

But once her back arched and she cried out his name? She clenched around nothing. She felt so empty now and he hadn’t even gotten close yet. He chuckled as best he could, “Already, darling?” he muttered against her neck.

“I-” she gasped once he slid a finger inside her. “Astarion,” his name rolled off her tongue and he swore he wouldn’t mind hearing her do this forever. He could still feel her cunt clench around his fingers and he groaned. He couldn’t wait much longer but she was enjoying herself. “I’ve never-” he curled his finger before adding a second one.

“You’ve never felt this good before?”

“Done this before,” she managed to gasp out before he curled his fingers again.

His hands stalled for a moment and she whined. “I’m to be your first?” She nodded, wriggling her hips, trying to will him to move again. “My dear, why didn’t you say anything?” He removed his fingers and she cried out. “Shhh, I have to make a good first impression, don’t I?”

He practically ripped her underwear off. She was a virgin. He couldn’t lie that it made him even harder to think about being the only one who got to touch her. But he had to take care of her if he wanted to be the only one.

He buried his face in her cunt, holding her thighs open with his hands. Tav covered her mouth to hide her cries of his name. But it was his name on her lips. His fingers going right back inside her, where they belonged. His lips on her clit. He groaned again when she came, this time right on his face and hands. He lapped at her for a moment longer and started pistoning his fingers in and out. He couldn’t help but watch her cum make a mess of his fingers.

“Astarion!” She cried as she came on his fingers yet again. “Please!”

“Please what, my dear?” He wiped her juices off his chin before closing the distance between them. His lips hovered over hers, those red eyes glazed over with a hunger. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, all too happy to offer herself to him. She bared her neck. And dive he did. His fangs pierced her neck once again as he drank. He knew better than to drink more than his share but he wanted nothing more than to keep drinking as she wrapped her bare legs around his waist and rubbed her cunt against the fabric of his trousers. He released her neck and practically shredded what was left of his clothing.

He leaned back for a moment, taking in the sight. This elf, a noble from Waterdeep, was laid out before him. Freckles dotting her skin and her blonde hair spread out like a halo before him. It would be angelic if not for the blood slowly trickling out of her neck. “Astarion,” she whispered. Her voice was full of something he couldn’t quite place. Something he had pushed aside a long time ago.

All he could do was nod before he lined himself up to her. As he slowly slid in, he swore that this was the closest he could get to heaven.

Astarion wasn’t small. Tav could feel his cock stretching her cunt out. Why did no one ever tell her it could feel like this? She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him once more. She sighed as he finally finished. “Gods above, you’re amazing.” She whispered, almost too afraid to say it. Too afraid to say the other things on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes traveled down his body to where they were connected before looking back up at him.

“Shit,” he panted, withholding every emotion that came flooding through him. Instead, he snaked a hand underneath her thigh, lifting it up before he began to thrust.

She thought just having her inside him felt amazing. But this angle had her barely able to breath. She threw her head back and arched into his body. It was all she could do to hold on to him as he upped his pace. Tav could barely gasp out his name as she tried to look at him. His eyes were shut and his hair was more than perfectly tousled. “Beautiful,” was all she could get out before she tightened around his cock.

“Shit!” He followed closely behind her, seemingly unexpectedly. They laid there for a moment, just feeling each other before he slipped out of her. She cried, a palpable sense of emptiness. He watched her breath for a few moments longer, secretly enjoying his cum starting to drip out of her cunt. Normally, he’d leave. He’d get up, put his clothes back together and leave. But Tav? Something told him he couldn’t. So he grabbed his tunic and wrapped her in it before carrying her to the water.

He tried not to notice her nuzzling his neck. He tried to ignore the praises she said. He tried desperately to ignore the draw she had on him. He tried to ignore her moan as he set her in the shallow water, gently taking his tunic off her shoulders. Instead, he sat next to her and let the water wash away the previous activities.

#Astarion #baulders gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #astarion smut #fem!Tav #god help me #this speaks for itself

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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Do you have anything officially established in the hot n cute au? :D

oh beloved anon, rather than telling you what I have established... allow me to show you 👀

A lone figure squats down on a rooftop, the feathers of his wings fluttering as his eyes scan the streets below him. His brows are creased low and close together in concentration, breath all but silent as he stares. As he watches.

The streets are empty this late at night, quiet. There isn't much happening, as most of the city is fast asleep in their homes, resting or unwinding from a long day.

He does not have that luxury, though it isn't something he minds very much. This is all voluntary, it isn't an obligation, not quite. He's doing this willingly, because his heart beats with a need to help, to extend a hand to those in need and offer them a tug out of the dark.

But tonight he has his eyes on a certain someone, someone he's been chasing for a few nights now. They're no one special or important, at least not in a world of super villains or criminals. No, they're quite unimportant to most. Yet they've caught his eye, and that is a very stupid move. For them that is.

His ear twitches, hearing a noise down below.

"Gotcha."

A wild grin stretches out across his lips, heart picking up in speed as he prepares himself. Standing up from his squatting position, he turns his back to the street below, staring at the star lit sky that wraps around him. The moon shines brilliantly as the wind breezes through his hair. He holds his arms out on either side of him, and with casual movements, he leans back.

Gravity takes him, pulling him down and over the side of the building. The feeling is exhilarating, the wind rushing in his ears, in his feathers. His heart pumps in his ribcage, excitement rushing through him. Behind the mask sitting on his face, he shuts his eyes and lets himself fall.

His name is Grian. And he is a hero.

Seconds before he can hit the ground he beats his wings in one, two, big flaps, catching the wind on his feathers. Swooping up to right himself, he spots his target of the night and lands elegantly on the ground. His heeled boots land silently on the ground, and Grian sets a hand on his hip.

He tilts his head to the side, watching the other for just a moment. His target tonight is a serial burglar, he's been all over the news as of late, and Grian thought he'd be the perfect guy to go after to start off.

And even better, he's caught the guy right in the act.

The man is fiddling with the lock on someone's house, muttering curses as he wiggles with something in the door knob. "Dammit, where's that lock pick?"

There's a tap on his shoulder, and he pauses to look to the side. "Here you go." The man blinks as he stares at the lockpick he had been looking for.

"Oh... thanks," he says, taking it. He takes the lock pick and fits it into the lock before his brain catches up with him, and his head whips to the side. "H-Hey, hang on a moment! Who the hell?!"

Grian offers him a smirk and a wave, "Hey there! Lovely night, innit?"

The man yelps in fear, taking a few quick steps back before turning and running off. He leaves his bags behind as he tries to make a break for it, and Grian sighs. "Why is running away everyone's first instinct?"

Quick to follow after him, Grian flaps his wings and flies right after him. It doesn't take the avian very long to catch up, considering how fast of a flier he is. With ease, he's flying right alongside the criminal, "You should know that you can't outrun me, pal! This isn't going to be a very fun game of chase for you."

"W-What the hell?!" the man shrieks, and Grian lifts a brow at him.

"What? Never seen an avian before? C'mon mate, we're living in the twentieth century! Get with the program," Grian huffs, shaking his head. Seeing as the man is frozen in either shock or fear, Grian spreads his wings out wide, making himself appear larger. Just for extra intimidation. "Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Which one would you pre--"

"HOTGUY!"

There's a voice shouting from above, the sound of an arrow whizzing past his ear, and before Grian can even finish his sentence there's something heavy falling over him, making him squawk loudly in surprise. The sudden weight sends him down to his knees, which is rather painful considering the concrete that lies beneath them.

From behind him, he hears the sounds of feet hitting the ground, and a smooth, velvet like voice follows, "Good evening, criminal! Wow, you guys sure are getting bolder, doing your criminal stuff out in the open street!"

Two black booted feet enter his vision, and Grian isn't sure if his heart drops or if it lodges itself in his throat. It certainly skips a beat, that much is for sure. "Not to worry, dear citizen! The criminal has been apprehended."

He'd know that voice anywhere. He's spent months hearing that voice in interviews, in compilation videos on the internet. It's a voice he's always wanted to hear in person, except he had never considered it possible, never considered it a reality.

But now he's hearing that voice in person.

Entering his vision is none other than the city's very own hero, Hotguy. His brown hair is pulled back in a small pony tail, a black mask outlined in orange and blue sitting on his face. He holds his bow in one hand, an arrow in the other. He wears a tight fitting black top, sleeves short. There's an insignia on his chest, the right side orange and the left blue. The edges of the insignia curl up toward his chest, almost mimicking that of an arrowhead.

On his hands are black fingerless gloves, though his left arm has an arm guard on it.

Seeing him in person rather than on a television screen is... whoa it's doing something to Grian's heart. Focus!

Hotguy walks over to the burglar, who for one looks nervous out of his wits, clapping the man on the back. "You're safe now, sir! You should head home before anyone else tries to sneak up on ya. Good ol' Hotguy won't always be around to swoop in and save the day!" He winks.

The man blinks at the hero, "R-Right..."

Grian wants to scream. Or let the ground swallow him whole. Either option works. Maybe even both. How is Hotguy reading the situation so wrong? The guy's literally dressed head in toe in black! He's even got a ski mask on! How is he missing this?!

The hero looks between Grian and the burglar he had been trying to apprehend, blinking. He crouches down in front of Grian specifically, setting a hand on his chin, "I don't think I've ever seen you around before! A new up and coming villain, perhaps?"

Despite his own admiration for the hero in front of him, all Grian can feel is annoyance. "Try up and coming hero, actually!" he snaps. He was so close to catching him too! All that work… ruined by a single net. “You’ve caught the wrong guy!”

“Hero? Wait wrong guy?!” Hotguy questions, looking between Grian and the burglar behind him that’s now not so subtly trying to make a run for it.

He pauses as both heroes’ eyes land on him, and he lets out a noise of fear before breaking out in a hasty run.

“Annnnnd now he’s getting away. Great,” Grian sighs in frustration before struggling to get the net off of himself. There's a small pout on his face as he mumbles, “There goes days of work flushed down the drain.”

“Oh,” the taller hero says, staring at the spot where Grian’s burglar was once standing. “Oh! Oh gosh, I’m so sorry about that!” He looks back over to Grian, wincing at his frown. "H-Here, lemme help you out!" He sets his bow back into the holster on his back as he drops his arrow back in his quiver. He then hurries to help Grian out of the net.

“It’s fine,” Grian grumbles as the net comes off. He stands to his full height, looking at Hotguy with a frown as he flexes his wings. He grabs the net and shoves it into Hotguy’s arms with a huff. “With any luck I’ll just catch him trying to break into someone’s house again.”

Honestly there's nothing fine about any of this. Here Grian was, trying to do a good thing, a good deed, only to be humiliated. By someone he looks up to, no less! Caught in his net. Because Hotguy thought he was the criminal here. He's embarrassed and frustrated because he put a lot of time into cornering that burglar, and now he's back to square one. All because of some careless mistake made by someone else.

By Hotguy of all people.

Thank goodness for his mask, because his face feels like it's on fire. Every part of Grian is screaming at him to make some sort of quick escape, and that's exactly what he's planning on doing. He really doesn't want to stick around for a conversation, not after that.

"Well, see you around!" Grian calls out before spreading his wings. He inhales softly before shooting up into the air.

"W-Wait!" He hears Hotguy calling out to him, but Grian doesn't stop to stick around.

He'd very much like to go home and shove his face in a pillow.

What was the saying, never meet your heroes? Well, Grian can understand why.

#mochi speaks #hero au #scarian #hermitshipping #hotguy #cuteguy #mochi writes #the scene itself is subject to change #HOWEVER #here's a rough idea :3

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