tavlesskink | Rules and Prompts

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For anyone who enjoys the old-school fandom vibes of anonymous prompts, but who wants to focus on origins characters and BG3 NPCs.

What is a kinkmeme?
A kinkmeme is a place to post story ideas, plot bunnies, and concepts anonymously, in hopes that they'll inspire someone else in the fandom. As implied in the name, kink and smut prompts are welcome, but so are gen prompts! This is a choose not to warn space - there may be offensive content in prompts and we do not require warnings in titles.

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Prompting

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All prompts must focus on canon characters from Baldur's Gate 3, whether they be playable characters or NPCs. Canon Durge (white dragonborn sorcerer with his Gortash-involved backstory, that guy) is allowed. If you want to prompt for ideas about your custom Durge/Tav, or a generic Tav, there is another BG3 kinkmeme that allows Tav prompts.

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From: (Anonymous)

He whined, pulled his legs back against his chest to encourage her to keep going. She hadn’t finished, he hadn’t satisfied her yet.

“It’s okay, Astarion,” Wyll said. He was finally up, finally almost close enough to touch, close enough to get his mouth on that delicious cock. But instead, Wyll just leaned down and kissed him, along the shudderingly sensitive shell of his ear. “It’s okay,” he said. “Lae’zel isn’t done with you yet.”

And then he was lifting Astarion’s shoulders as Lae’zel took his legs and the shuddering, vibrating platform was gone and they were lowering him onto the nest of bedrolls and blankets and pillows. The pillows were moved around him, shifted, and then Lae’zel was back between his legs, running her long bony fingers over his cock. It was painfully red, but not leaking anymore, nothing left to wring out. He shied away from her touch as she twisted and pinched at the skin of his sac. She smiled, that smile she shared with Shadowheart.

“I want to see you perform your sword swallowing trick for me,” Lae’zel said. “While I fuck you.”

Astarion groaned, the image brushing against his mind and then overwhelming it. Him on his back, his spine curled, his knees pressed against the ground beside his head, suckling at the head of his own cock. Lae’zel over him, pounding into him, the force of her thrusts moving his own cock deeper into his mouth. Along with the image he could feel their lust, almost as strong as his, humiliation and pleasure entertained. He made a noise that wasn’t words and they knew that as agreement.

He was too fucked out to maneuver himself into position, but there were hands to help him. The pressure on his neck and shoulders was uncomfortable, but the image of it, overlapping, refracted through five tadpoles, was enough to make him almost come on the spot. His cockhead touched his lips, and he let them fall open, let the tip of in, still tasting of Shadowheart’s juices. He moaned, both at the sensation and that he could recognize the taste of her. That he was hers, theirs.

Then Lae’zel thrust inside again, and everything narrowed to sensation. To the cock in his mouth, the way it moved against the flat of his tongue as she hammered into him, the building pressure inside of him, the way her cock slipped and squelched in the mess of grease they’d forced inside him. The sensation of all of their lusts, their affection, their love. He fell in love a little bit all over again, half mad with the sensation as Lae’zel came inside him, pulled her cock out and immediately replaced it with her fingers so she could keep fucking him until he came, cock pulsing in his mouth as she fucked him through it, and past it, right up to the point where he would have cried for her to stop and no further.

There were stars up above them, drifting in and out of the smoke from their fire. The blankets under him were soft, so many textures, rumpled and bundled together. The rope harness was being untied, and of course he found Wyll kneading the sore muscles of his arms, smiling at him.

“There you are,” Wyll said. He leaned forward and kissed Astarion. His tongue slipped gently into his mouth and he luxuriated in the kiss as the rest of the rope was pulled away. Astarion could still feel the phantom of it, pressed into his skin. He had enough blood to bruise now. If they didn’t force a healing potion on him he could be branded with the ropes of the harness, painted in bruises.

Well said, “I think we got a bit carried away. The roleplay fell by the wayside pretty quickly.”

“Well, our fucktoy can’t help being enthusiastic when we’re giving him what he loves,” Gale said cheerfully.

Astarion flushed, ears going red from root to tips. “Gale!”

“Are we not still in the scene? That’s your name when we’re sharing you, isn’t it?” Gale asked.

“It is,” Lae’zel agreed.

“Well, what do you think Astarion? Do you want to keep going?” Wyll asked. “I can sit this one out tonight if it’s too much.”

“You promised me all of you,” Astarion said. “You promised.”

“And if you want it, we’ll give it to you,” Wyll said, kissing him again. “I just don’t want you to feel bound to live up to the rather grandiose promises of your younger, stupider, more cock-hungry self from three hours ago.”

“I resent that remark, you bastard,” Astarion grumbled. “I’m never less hungry for your delicious, perfect, wonderful cock. Give it to me.”

Wyll laughed at him, but he lay back and let Astarion rest between his legs, let him burrow under Wyll’s shirt and pull his cock free from his small-clothes. The taste was somewhere between the bitter flavor he expected of humans and the sweet spiciness of his blood. Infernal corruption was delicious. Astarion licked at him, explored all the ridges and the soft-shuddering prongs, the swell of it at the base. Making circles beneath the head of his cock, in the spot Wyll liked best, until his tongue was so exhausted it felt like it was going to fall out of his mouth. It would be more efficient to use his core to fuck his mouth onto Wyll’s cock but after the rest of them, his muscles had gone to jelly.

He slowed and finally stopped, just holding Wyll in his mouth, trying to blink away his exhaustion. A question poked at his mind and he wasn’t done yet, he just couldn’t keep going.

Hands lifted him and Wyll sat up, pulled Astarion into his lap, slipped his cock into the loose and dripping mess of his hole. Then he reached out, tangled his fingers in Astarion’s hair and pulled him forward, till his fangs were resting against Wyll’s neck. “Like that, sweetheart,” he said. “You were so good for us, you deserve it. Drink.”

Astarion bit down into that sweetness and Wyll was the one to moan this time, his shared pleasure like eating a star, swelling in Astarion’s chest till he could almost burst with it. He suckled on his neck, no desperation of hunger urging him to go faster as Wyll rocked into him, pushing deeper with each thrust until he’d even swallowed the base of him. His soft cock rubbed against the thatch of fur covering Wyll’s belly. He wasn’t even interested in coming again, just riding on the vicarious pleasure of Wyll fucking into him, the squeeze of his hole against Wyll’s transformed cock, the satisfaction that he’d taught his body to take it, even when Wyll had thought it impossible.

Wyll started babbling sweet things at him, calling him ‘love’, and ‘darling’, and ‘beautiful’ and Astarion knew it would be over soon. Marshaling the last bit of strength in his legs, he began to rock back into Wyll’s thrusts, force his gentle pace into something rougher. The swollen base of Wyll’s cock slipped out of him and back in, a stretch that had him howling with pleasure-pain, so big inside of him that Wyll needed no finesse to light up all of his nerves. He did it again and Wyll was groaning, hands forcing him to stillness as he came in pulsing waves, burning hot inside of him.

Astarion finally released Wyll’s neck, lapped at it with his tongue as Wyll shuddered through it. He nuzzled closer, soft cock pressed between them as he imagined all of Wyll’s come swelling him up, setting seed in him, making him theirs. Thankfully a fantasy he was safe from falling into without magical intervention, because when he was high on sex he was willing to forget things like how much he hated children. But still, maybe someday Gale could simulate the effect. He let the thought linger in the air between them and Wyll moaned.

Karlach laughed. “Down boy! That’s enough marathon sex for one night,” she said, pressing herself against Astarion’s back, kissing Wyll over his shoulder as she rubbed circles against his stomach.

“Maybe,” Gale said. “But it would take some experimentation. Not on the road. If you want to be staggering and plugged up with our imaginary children you’ll have to help us save the world first.”

“Ugh,” Astarion groaned. “That sounds like so much work.”

“Once we win, I promise, we’ll fuck you till you can’t get out of bed for a week,” Karlach said. “We’ll let you try all of Gale’s perverted spells. We’ll let Wyll kiss you as long as he likes, which I assume is at least a full twenty-four hours. Wouldn’t that be worth it?”

“You promise you’ll keep me?” Astarion asked. Surely this was just an arrangement of convenience; he was a willing body and they were all stuck together. They enjoyed him well enough, he knew that from the tadpoles. He loved them, all of them, so much that he thought his dead heart might start beating again. But once they weren’t forced to stay together, once he was a spawn again fully, trapped in the darkness, surely they wouldn’t want him anymore.

“You aren’t getting rid of me,” Wyll promised. “I love you Astarion.”

“Me too,” Karlach said.

“Why would we ever let you go?” Gale asked, leaning his head against Astarion’s shoulder. “You’re ours?”

“Precisely,” Lae’zel said. “Though I may have to go away, once in awhile, to destroy the tyrant leading my people.”

“How long can that take, for a woman as determined as you?” Gale asked with a smile. “A couple weeks at most, really. And astral plane sex is wonderful anyway, you won’t have to be without Lae’zel even if she’s away.”

“Maybe she’ll take us with her,” Shadowheart suggested. “I think Astarion would enjoy sex on the back of a dragon.”

“Chk – not a good idea. The draa get all riled up,” Lae’zel said. “They would want to participate.”

The image shuddered to life between them and Astarion wasn’t even sure who’s fault it was but he moaned, cock twitching a little even though he couldn’t possibly have gotten hard again. Karlach laughed, swatting at his ass as she said “Down boy! Gods, you’re insatiable.”

“No death-defying sex until we save the world! Those are the rules,” Gale announced.

“If you insist,” Astarion said. “As long as you’ll keep me.”