This Guy Is... WOOF

this guy is... WOOF

I have nothing of value to offer.

My beloved Devil, my beguiling incubus. I love them.

Chapters: 29/? Fandom: Baldur’s Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Halsin/Tav/Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate), Halsin/Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Zevlor/Tav, Astarion/Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Halsin/Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate)/Reader, Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate)/Reader, Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)/Reader, Halsin/Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate), Halsin (Baldur’s Gate)/Reader, Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur’s Gate), Dammon/Karlach (Baldur’s Gate), Gale/Wyll (Baldur’s Gate), Dame Aylin | Nightsong/Isobel Thorm Characters: Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate), Astarion (Baldur’s Gate), Halsin (Baldur’s Gate), Gale (Baldur’s Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur’s Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur’s Gate), Karlach (Baldur’s Gate), Arabella (Baldur’s Gate), Wyll (Baldur’s Gate), Dammon (Baldur’s Gate), Raphael (Baldur’s Gate), Jaheira (Baldur’s Gate), Rolan (Baldur’s Gate), He Who Was (Baldur’s Gate), Dame Aylin | Nightsong, Thaniel (Baldur’s Gate), Oliver (Baldur’s Gate), Shovel (Baldur’s Gate) Additional Tags: Zevlor deserves comfort, Reader Insert, Female Tav - Freeform, Switch Zevlor, Sneaky Moral Tav, Light BDSM, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Alcohol, Being a dubious influence on children, Biting, Apparently we’re developing a hand kink, Chapters marked for spoilers, The group is inching towards becoming one big polycule, Meanwhile I’m just bullying sad old men, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Self indulgent and not sorry, Sneaking some fluff in with my sin, Everyone is stressed and poly and dtf instead of getting therapy, I’m the guy from ATLA screaming about my cabbages and by cabbages I mean my tieflings damnit, Sub Drop, questionable communication skills, Prehensile Tails, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Anal Sex, Everyone knows Halsin has a breeding kink, Zevlor might too, Hell no to the babies though, Threesome - F/M/M, Crying during sex and it isn’t Tav, The adults try to honestly discuss their problems, This does not include Astarion yet lol, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Overstimulation, Angst, Demisexual Astarion (Baldur’s Gate), Hellgrove, Pegging Series: Part 2 of Through the Gates of Horn and Oak Summary:

Running from the past is about as efficient as running from yourself. You can certainly try, but it won’t fix a damn thing. After purging the unwelcome influences, you still have messes to clean up: the aftermath of your actions in Rivington.

Haunt Me Ch. 13

Split this one into two chapters so I could get something posted while I edit the other half because it kept growing.

It's rare I get two fics update in a 3 day period but I have been tinkering with all of the wips I swear.

Don't Wake Up Ch 2

HEED the tags on the site

“Your thieving will be the death of you.” Her new fiend flung her off their shoulders.

Tav found herself bouncing on a plush mattress.

Hues of red, gold, and rich browns covered most surfaces. The aged stone walls were polished and intricately marbled – lavish. A tranquil trickling, like a small fountain, played in the room. The hint of added humidity made her struggled breaths less taxing. The decrepit crypt air was replaced with the layered aroma of luxurious oils and fresh linen – a hidden trace of incense and sex.

A high-pitched squeal broke the sensory spell.

Her fiend’s eyes snapped to the small squeak that came from the opposite end of the room. They glared, snatching a pouch from thin air, and chucking it in the direction of the sound.

‘Relax.’ The silky voice whispered in her mind.

Tav caved easily to the command. She flopped backwards; head tilted back as delayed reflexes tried to track the pouch’s path. Lazily pushing her head into the soft bedding and arching her neck to look at the source of the squeak. Secretly relishing the feel of extravagance cushioning her. Her raw awareness picked up every thread of silk and velvet brushing along her skin with each tiny movement.

The dueling toxins lulled her into a torrid, druggy state of ecstasy.

A small scantily clad maid caught the sack. The sound of coin sliding against coin jingled through the suite.

“I just fixed those!“ She complained, face twisting with irritation. Disgusted by their ruined appearances. Pink irises flicking from the fiend to Tav, squinting at the fiend for a second longer than what would be considered polite.

Fic frequencies, class work, and edits day.