Baldur's Gate 3 Prompt Post 1

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Halsin/Any, Wildshape Sex

[(Anonymous)]

Halsin fucking a character of your choice while in animal form. Can be the canonical bear sex or any other animal of your choice!

Re: Halsin/Any, Wildshape Sex

[gofornicateyourself]

I wrote a Halsin/Astarion fic that works for this prompt.

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Barcus & Any!Gnome Dark Urge: Mentorship

[(Anonymous)]

Dark Urge has no memory beyond the nautiloid, and Barcus is a fellow gnome. So Dark Urge tries to learn from the best gnome they know, much to Barcus's irritation.

回复：Barcus & Any！Gnome Dark Urge：指导

[(Anonymous)]

1

Shadowheart/Lae'zel - Bondage

[(Anonymous)]

(Reposting, whoops). One ties up the other for non-horny reasons. It soon gets way more hot than it has any right to.

Shadowheart/Lae'zel - Accidental Marriage & Public Consummation

[(Anonymous)]

SH and Bae'zel are accidentally bonded in matrimony via magic, either divine magic or maybe some weird fey magic. However, they can't simply divorce for whatever reason. They also have to consummate the marriage publicly, including in front of the other party members.

Shadowheart/Lae'zel & Any - Outside POV

[(Anonymous)]

Another character, any character but preferably an NPC, has thoughts on Shadowheart/Lae'zel as they see them interact. Any stage of the relationship is fine, and any view of their relationship whether positive or negative is fine.

Ketheric/Gortash/Default!Dark Urge, dubcon, ritual threeway to seal the alliance

[(Anonymous)]

For reasons which make perfect sense to the Dead Three, they require their Chosen to participate in a ritual threesome to seal the alliance. The Chosen themselves don't get a say in the matter. Ketheric wants to get the thing over with and carry on with unlife, the Dark Urge is out for blood, and Gortash is just plain cruel so everyone knows he's in charge.

Re: Ketheric/Gortash/Default!Dark Urge, dubcon, ritual threeway to seal the alliance

[(Anonymous)]

This is such a good prompt your brain is enormous OP

Astarion/Any!Tav - Bite Night/Masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

After Astarion bites Tav and leaves camp to hunt, Tav is left too tense to sleep, so they jerk off while thinking about Astarion

Re: Astarion/Any!Tav - Bite Night/Masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: Love the prompt! This is a F!Tav, although all other details are left up to the reader. Here's the A03 link, for those who prefer that platform: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50920339

A Sucker for Teeth

Tav watched the receding back of Astarion until he disappeared into the forest, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into this time. She couldn't believe she had let him bite her! She felt like she had likely just joined a long list of suckers for his pretty face and sob story. She reached up to her neck and touched the tacky mess there, the scabs not yet formed, wondering if she would have the mother-of-all hickeys in the morning. Unbidden, the memory of him laying her down like he had jumped to the forefront of her mind. It had been sweet, like a young lover, although the hunger in his gaze had been unparalleled in her experience of bed-partners, disregarding the difference in which aspect of her body was desired.

The bite itself had a moment of ice-hot pain followed by a flash of arousal then growing warmth and lethargy. It had felt like falling asleep in a warm bath, or like falling asleep cocooned in blankets and the slow, lazy caresses of a lover. She had heard that vampire bites had a aphrodisiac affect but wasn't certain that her own reaction wasn't due to the handsome elf clutching her against his body while he drank. The lethargy had spread until all her limbs were heavy, and she thought about letting herself drift to sleep. He had said he wouldn't take a drop more than needed and she had said that she trusted him. She didn't know what caused her to change her mind, to realize this had gone too far--a shift in the wind, the snore of a companion, the crackle of the fire--but she had mustered her little remaining strength and rolled them over, pinning his forearms to the ground as she leaned up and away from him. “I take it you want me to stop?” he had said, almost panting, pupils blown completely black.

Adrenaline had pulsed through her body. Her gaze had zeroes in on his mouth. It was, well, blood red. She watched a drop of her blood dribble from his lips, pooling above his chin. His tongue had flicked down to get it and she'd seen a flash of his canines. She’d had the impulse to kiss him, despite her fury at him not stopping on his own, but thankfully reined in that terrible idea. “Yeah,” she had responded, belatedly.

“Then would you mind getting off, dear.”

“Yeah,” she said again, and rolled off of him.

Which led her to now. She lay in her bedroll, wired, her blood pumping like it did in a battle, like it did during sex—

She shoved her blanket off and stood, grabbing a bow for safety before stalking off into the forest herself. She didn't wander far, just to the edge of light cast by the campfire, a couple of trees into the tree line. There was a great oak tree there, with limb almost level and as wide as a barrel only about eight feet above her ground. Were she on her own, she would have slept there. And now, desiring privacy without abandoning the safety of others, it was perfect. She scrambled up the trunk and swung herself so that she was seated atop the branch, the trunk’s bark rasping against her back. She wasted no time, shoving her trousers and underwear down to her knees, her fingers finding her clit quickly and rubbing at it in small furious circles. Without her permission, the memory of her bloodletting repeated itself, only this time she had kissed him. She smelled the tang of her blood as she kissed him, tasted it as she licked in his mouth.

Her corporeal hand reached down to her center and found herself embarrassingly wet, a base betrayal by her body. In her mind’s eye, it was Astarion who reached down and found her so, “All this for me? You’re so generous, Darling,” and whose fingers squelched as they glid easily into her passage, with none of the violence of his fangs.

Of course, the only response was to buck into his hand, and as she did so, the fantasy shifted and he was now crouched above her in the tree branch--no too impractical—now crouched above her at the tree’s feet. As she lightly dragged her fingernail down her chest, down between her breasts then back up over her erect nipples, she imagined it was his fangs, making a razor thin line of red through her skin stretching from her chin down to her thigh. He then bit down on her thigh, sucking at gently, lathing it with his tongue like a cat, before she grabbed him by the curls and dragged his mouth--bloody again--up to where she really wanted it.

Finally, she gave herself into the fantasy, closing her eyes and baring her throat to the starlight, the movements of her fingers inside her and the scrub of the heel of her hand against her clit growing faster, harder as she imagined his hands, his teeth, everywhere all at once. If she had more presence of mind, maybe she would notice--maybe she would care--at her parasite's twitch of interest in the night’s events. But she didn't, so she didn't. Instead, she pushed up against her center with three fingers, crooking them just so that on her exhale, they slid in with wet sound. In her mind, the illusory Astarion sunk home. One, two, three pumps and she shuddered, dragging the heel of her hand over her clitoris as she worked herself through her orgasm.

She collapsed against the tree trunk, finally--blissfully--exhausted. She wondered if she could make it down the tree at all and whether she shouldn't just stay there for the night.

The chill wind blew down from the mountains and whispered through the trees. She shivered as it took with it her perspiration from the past few minutes.

For a moment, all was still. Then, quite near, there was the crack of a stick breaking underfoot. She froze: Astarion was out there, somewhere, and could see in the dark.

Gortash/Dark Urge, noncon, amnesia

[(Anonymous)]

Gortash and the Dark Urge were lovers before the Urge was taken and lost all of their memories, and Gortash wants his lover back so badly he ends up forcing himself on them in some wild desperate hope that it will keep them by his side or jog their memory. Bonus if the Dark Urge is so different now, so unlike the lover he knew.

(Would prefer male DU but I’m open to anything filler wants)

Re: Gortash/Dark Urge, noncon, amnesia

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded, I'm really into this!

Do you have a preference for how the Dark Urge responds to this?

Astarion/Gale, Ascended Astarion, Treasure Gale

[(Anonymous)]

Astarion likes Gale, enough that he keeps him as his treasure/pet/bedwarmer after everything is resolved. Whether or not Gale is into it or not is entirely up to whoever fills it, I have no preference, so long as we get possessive unhinged power-mad Astarion making Gale His

Re: Astarion/Gale, Ascended Astarion, Treasure Gale

[(Anonymous)]

I wouldn't mind seeing a fill for this! Sounds great.

Balduran/Ansur, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

Baldur’s kink, indeed!

Fine with dragonborn or dragondragon form, just want our founding brave adventurer to climb that mountain.

Re: Balduran/Ansur, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

+1

male Dark Urge/Ascended Astarion, blood kink

[(Anonymous)]

Dark Urge is both a masochist and a sadist; Astarion is just as fond of blood.

Would love anything with Astarion cutting or biting Durge until he bleeds, and probably drinking his blood. Durge should enjoy it equally. I don't particularly want Durge to be submissive or subservient.

(I have a preference for tiefling or drow Durges, but any humanoid/non-dragonborn "tall" races work.)

Re: male Dark Urge/Ascended Astarion, blood kink

[(Anonymous)]

This sounds right up my alley, I‘d love to fill this.

Minthara/Any Woman - Affectionate Menacing

[(Anonymous)]

Minthara dominates her love interest, affectionately. Cuddling? Massages? Gifts?

Re: Minthara/Any Woman - Affectionate Menacing

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Karlach & Any - Sparring

[(Anonymous)]

Friendly sparring between friends.

Cazador/Astarion, flogging

[(Anonymous)]

On his ass. Don't wanna mess up those pretty marks on his back!

Astarion/sibling noncon

[(Anonymous)]

Astarion and a sibling, take your pick, are forced to fuck violent and bloody while Cazador watches on with amusement. Naturally he doesn't fail to remind them of the importance of closeness and bonding within their loving little family (preferably with the background assumption that the spawn are actually somewhere between scared interdependence and vicious rivalry between one another).

Re: Astarion/sibling noncon

[(Anonymous)]

I hope someone writes this, because yes! Do you think he'd set it up as a challenge? Whoever does the most damage or comes last gets their fill of blood?

Lae'zel/Shadowheart, Werewolf AU

[(Anonymous)]

Due to [spoilers], I'm thinking a LOT about an alternate universe of the game where Shadowheart is a lycanthrope. Lae'zel finds this unspeakably hot. Smut optional but appreciated.

Re: Lae'zel/Shadowheart, Werewolf AU

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Lae'zel/Shadowheart, Torture Training

[(Anonymous)]

Lae'zel is fascinated by Shadowheart's past as a torturer, at least in how it can benefit the party. She asks if Shadowheart can practice her torture on Lae'zel, so that Lae'zel can develop a tolerance for torture.

Cue Shadowheart getting far too invested in the torture, and Lae'zel noticing it's turning on Shadowheart, which is then turning on Lae'zel.

Re: Lae'zel/Shadowheart, Torture Training

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Karlach/Lae'zel, Blacksmithing

[(Anonymous)]

Karlach and Lae'zel both take up blacksmithing as a hobby. Everyone else in the camp gets annoyed with hearing them go on about their new hobby, so they become friends to have someone to share in their learning process. Then, a friendship becomes more...

Gale/F!Tav - Auntie Ethel Needs a Baby (Fuck or Die/Breeding Kink)

[(Anonymous)]

This might sound insane, but I'd love to see a fic where things go REALLY awry with rescuing Mayrina and Auntie Ethel still needs a baby or else. So she holds the party hostage, intent on using Tav as her broodmare for the baby she needs. Maybe Tav is involved with Astarion, but since he's dead he can't help procreate, so Gale gets enlisted.

+ Tav forcibly bred until Auntie Ethel can confirm it took
++ Tav/Gale do have feelings for each other, they just haven't progressed
+++ Astarion is forced to watch the act
++++ Gale is lowkey into the idea of procreating
+++++ Your choice if they enjoy it at all or if it's just horrible delicious dub-con/fuck or die

Re: Gale/F!Tav - Auntie Ethel Needs a Baby (Fuck or Die/Breeding Kink)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh damn, this is really hot. I kind of want to see if I can do something with this, I'm suddenly very into the idea of Gale with a breeding kink.

Kagha/Any

[(Anonymous)]

After she's been convinced to let Arabella go, Kagha takes either, Tav, one of the early party members, or Rath as a guarantor of her good behavior.

This leads to Kagha taking them captive, and doing some sexy menacing, and perhaps even using her snake to tie the captée up.

Kar'niss/F!Tav (Dub-Con/Voyuerism)

[(Anonymous)]

To save her party and the Harpers, Tav offers her body to Kar'niss in the Shadowlands. She expects him to lead her away for the act, but he insists on doing it right there in the abandoned building—where her friends and allies are hidden in the shadows.

+ a little come inflation as a treat
++ someone in her party gets off on watching
+++ she enjoys herself

F!Tav/Halsin + Wild Shape Druids (Gangbang/Multiple Orgasms)

[(Anonymous)]

After saving The Grove, the Druids host the party, rather than going back to Tav's camp. Halsin and Tav seek the privacy of those stone-door rooms where Kagha's group is hiding in the game. One thing leads to another and they end up fucking in his wild shape, but their activities lure the other Wild Shape Druids to them.

+ Tav getting dicked down by Wild Shape bears, boars, and more!
++ A little come inflation as a treat
+++ Body worship, overstimulation, all about Tav's pleasure since she saved them

Fem!Durge/Gortash [Voyuerism,Over Stimulation,CNC]

[(Anonymous)]

Durge loves it when Gortash ties her up in his office and uses her as stress relief in between meetings.

She loves it even more when he leaves her tied with his seed dripping out of her as he conducts those meetings for everyone to see whose bitch she is.

Gortash loves it the most when she acts like he's holding her against her will and breaking her piece by piece, just to see the panic in the eyes of his business associates.

Bonus points if you sneak in a lil breeding kink.

Fill (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

His hands run down your breast to your waist and back up in a motion dangerously akin to worship. Your back are arched, pulling on the straps that hold your hands tied together behind your head, the steel decorations on the edge of his desk dig painfully into your thighs. You welcome the feeling.
He is inside you, ready to claim you, but he is tormenting you with waiting. You wish to curse on him, to snap and bite his exposed neck, to claw his heart of his chest and fuck what's left, but tied and muzzled you can do neither.
"You're so pretty like this, dear." He purrs. You answer by growling. "What would daddy think, if he saw you like this? Would he still believe you to be his chosen champion?"
You twitch your hips, if he won’t do the work, you will.
He laughs. "Eager, are we?"
And finally, he pulls back and thrusts in, ending his awful tease. His hands travel down your waist for a last time and stop on your hips, digging the golden tips of his gloves into your flesh, holding you still, as he fucks you into the desk, that rocks with the force. His stupidly heavy desk that had to be carried in by four Orcs rocks with the force of his thrusts.
It hurts and you love it, you feel his cock hitting your insides, giving you the sweetest mix of pain and pleasure. The way only he ever did. Your moans and screams turn into whimpers under your muzzle. He is right, your father would've disowned you had he seen how you tremble under Enver's touch, how your thighs twitch with every thrust.
"I should leave you here-" He is trying to be sinister, but a moan betrays him. "Fill you until you're full of my child, and then knock you up again- ah." You press your thighs into his hips, his words being less of threads and more of empty promises.
He leans over you, and you forget your role for a moment, instinctively baring your neck. He does not mind, though, the opposite; He rewards you by sinking his teeth into your flesh.
You let out an embarrassingly high sound through the muzzle. The sensations are overwhelming, and with each thrust he brings you closer to the edge, and gods, yours, his, and others, know you did not believe you could come from cock alone until you met him.
He knows how close you are, lifting his head, his bloodied lips moan a command in your ear. "Come for me, dear."
Your whole body trembles as you come, pleasure spreading through you like a lighting. With a familiar urge to claw into his back and tear his head of his neck, you pull on your restrains, which - luckily for him - hold firm. You barely notice that he had bitten you again. He fucks you through your orgasm, never slowing down. Making you grateful for each time you had resisted the urge to kill him.
With a final thrust Gortash grabs your hips tightly and holds you still as he empties himself inside of you. You can feel his cum spilling, filling every inch of your being with warmth and pleasure.
"See what a good girl you can be." He purrs, his smug tone betrayed by the red cheeks and sweat that stick hair to his forehead. He slicks them back before leaning down, planting a kiss over your stomach. "How I would love to see you filled with child, but alas, I would have to keep you chain down then. And your daddy wouldn't like that. Nor Ketheric."
You hit his side with your knee and give him a performative growl. Just to let him know that he is ruining the mood by mentioning their rotting associate.
Gortash straightens himself and his clothes, before walking away. You hear him open a window, but it does little; The scent of sweat, sex and blood stays heavy in the air. Cold breeze from outside runs across your heated skin, a lesser person might have shivered, you don't.
"My clients should come any moment now. I trust you will behave yourself." He sits down into his stupidly fancy chair, facing your side and the door. When they open, you're going to be the first thing his precious clients see. "Try not to breath too much." He added, half jokingly, as he laid a stack of papers on your torso.
If he heard your answering growl he did not let it show, as a knock came from the door.
"Enter." He said with no hesitation, his voice professional.
"Good morning, sir, thank you for- OH-" You don't have to look to the door to recognize a gnome, the voice is enough and if not a voice it's the multiple steps and following 'ohs' after that, that bethray them. They always come in packs. "Is this the wrong time, sir? I- We- I can always come some other time."
"Not at all." Gortash says, smug creeping into his mask of pure professionalism. "Come in. Don't mind the decor."
You growl louder this time, more threateningly, it has the desire effect, you hear one of the gnomes scuttle out of the room and shutting the door behind them. Luckily, your muzzle masks your smile.
"I have the contract ready for you, a standard work agreement I'm sure you're familiar with.” Gortash says, ignoring you. He slides the papers off your body, giving you a glance before handing them to the gnomes.
Their leader has to extend his hand over you in order to grab it and you can feel his tremble. He knows who you are, you realize. One of his younger companions is eyeing your crotch, before his eyes widen and he looks away, undoubtedly spotting the cum leaking out of you. The leader gnome shows a paper in his hand.
"Pay attention!" He hisses, before turning to Gortash. "Sir, in all respect, I will have to ask for some changes. Now, I've not read it all yet, but I've noticed you give yourself the right to modify our design. That is not usually a part of a standard work agreement."
"But of course-" Gortash starts with his lovingly professional intrigues. The man would talk the devil into giving him a discount and then killing itself. You respect his talents, but it is not exactly intriguing to listen to.
You lay still, listening to the conversation, not exactly caring for most of it, but the atmosphere is rather pleasant. You can smell the unease of the gnomes, the fear they have of you and Gortash. You can smell blood on one of them. Your heart starts to race, your breathing quickens and you can feel the urge to kill and slaughter bubbling up. The urge to tear off your binds and jump on them, tear them apart with your bare hands-
And then Enver puts his hands on you, over your heart, between your breast, stroking the skin with his fingers, and just like that, the urge starts to fade. You look up at him, at his face, he is still paying all his attention to the gnomes and yet, he knew you needed to be brought back. No one before had this effect on you. Only him.
Eventually, the gnomes leave – no changes needed to be made to the contract in the end. Gortash raises from his chair, looking pleased with himself or maybe just relieved to have them dealt with. You hear him pouring water and drink. "How are you holding up, dear?"
He steps between your legs again, hot hands running across your thighs. "That's a stupid question, no? Of course, you're having the time of your life."
Instead of voicing your answer – which you cannot anyway – you move your knees further apart, giving him your invitation.. or rather an order to hurry.
"Of course, bureaucracy must be utterly boring for you." He chuckles. "Tormenting even."
You forgive him the stupid joke only because he gets on his knees, kissing your inner thigh – though nibbling on it, might have been a better word. He teases your skin with his teeth and tongue, slowly working his way up, until he finally reaches your cunt, teasingly brushing his lips across your clit.
And then a knock comes, and he moves back, standing up and wiping his wet lips. You whine. The urge to kill which overwhelms you now is not in Bhaal's name. You hit him with your knee, signaling him to continue, but he ignores you, walking around you, to his chair again.
"Moment, please!" He tells the damned fool, that had dared to disturb you. He opens drawer, pulling out yet another stack of papers. "Come in!"
A finely dressed human walks in, fright apparent on his face. "Moonmaiden! We must have taken the wrong door!"
"No, I'm pretty certain that's your arms dealer right there." A much deeper voice behind him says. A Half-Orc with the body hold of a soldier, pushes the man inside.
"Lord Hartwin, I assume?" Gortash doesn't let his amusement slip into his voice, but you know he is amused. "You are in the right place. And your friend here is?"
The man, Hartwin, turns to his companion. "Is this normal?" He hisses.
The Half-Orc, unlike Gortash, does not bother to hide his amusement. "Wojtek, head of mercenaries in Lord Hartwin's employ."
He nods to the two of them. "Welcome. What can I do for you two?"
Hartwin clears his throat. "Well, we heard you had some...special goods. We were hoping to get some for a job we're doing."
"Of course, please, sit down." Gortash gestures to the chairs in front of his desk.
"That.. won't be necessary."
"Please, don't let my choice of decor discourage you, I promise she's quite harmless like this." As he says that, he runs a hand over your head, you twitch from it and growl. Making the nobleman jump.
"Discouragement is not the problem, I have." The Half-Orc says, taking a chair by your legs. "Plain and simple, we need siege equipment. I say ballistas, my employer thinks cannons might do the job better."
"I see." Gortash leans back in his chair. "I can get you either, but I'm no military advisor and I don't like my time wasted."
It is clear from their conversation that Lord Hartwin knows little to nothing about battles, let alone war and that the Half-Orc is probably only agreeing to his campaign to scam him off high end equipment. One that Gortash is willing to provide, although the prices he names are a little higher than usual.
It's a fun display, but there are funnier things you could be doing. That is until you feel Gortash's hand running across your thigh. You reward him with another growl, he knows it's encouraging, others however..
"Oh, don't mind me." He tells the lord who looks up from Gortash’s glorified arms leaflet with terror.
Gortash’s fingers find your clit, smearing your own wetness over it, stimulating you with a teasingly slow movement, just enough to make you crave more. A moan creeps up your throat, turning into a yelp as the sharp tip of his glove brushes your most sensitive flesh.
"I-" Lord Hartwin jumps from his chair. "I will look this up outside, if you mind."
"I'm afraid these papers cannot leave the room, but you can consult your employee outside, if you must." Gortash says in all seriousness.
"Yes! Yes, I will do that!" The lord backs off, nearly running to the door.
The half-orc is in no such hurry. "I'm sure my employer can consult himself, if you need some help here." He chuckles, eyeing your body. The growl you give him, is more genuine, although you are not entirely opposed to the idea of Enver holding you down, while allowing others to fuck you, as long as he's the one doing the holding.
"I appreciate your offer but no." Gortash says with the same professional mannerism as always, as if he was talking about canons and ballistae. "Can’t afford to risk having anyone else breeding her." As if to prove the point, the squeezes your belly.
The Half-orc laughs, getting up from his chair. "I get that. I will give you some time then, I’m sure my employer won’t mind. He came early did he not?"

F!Tav/Nere

[(Anonymous)]

Nere is too sexy not to fuck. Maybe hate sex? Fanatical sex? Something dirty, filthy, and insane?

Barcus/Halsin, First Date

[(Anonymous)]

A tenderly romantic first date between them.