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the-song-of-avernus · 3 months
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PSA: Know how Mizora sticks around your Act 3 camp and refuses to leave? Know how Mizora tries to get Wyll's dad blown to bits by spiders if you refuse Wyll's contract extension? Know how she's ruined Wyll's life for 7 years and been a pain for Karlach and for everyone else too?
Flesh to Stone. Sticks even through teleport, and if she fails all three CON saves, it is PERMANENT unless you use Basilisk Oil on her.
This way she can never hurt anyone else again (at least for a while) NOR can ruin the next few months for my fiancé Wyll and I.
Enjoy being a permanent fixture of the Elfsong Tavern, arsehole. Can't KILL her, but technically this doesn't qualify as harm. :)
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(edit 2: Love that this is my most popular thing. Still works as of Hotfix 19. Please NEVER remove this Larian)
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voltaical-art · 5 months
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they are makng me insane, theres something so gay abt lay on hands
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mooreaux · 4 months
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A Tav/Wyll wedding commission for @wildmelon !
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erisperitas · 6 months
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An Eve of Frivolity [Erik (Tav) & Wyll Ravengard]
A last minute decision to join in on Redelice's BG3 Halloween Ball event with Erik & Wyll~
As my first BG3 romance and full campaign, they deserved it! Also in time for Wyllvember! Love these boys so much~
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fourteentheart · 3 months
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I attempted to do a no romance run for my first run but then...................................... :)
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grey-wardens · 3 months
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aaesaesthetic · 5 months
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Dad Wyll vs uncle Astarion with the Ravengard adopted kids (please handle with care)
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laterlavender · 7 months
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"May I have this dance?"
"Sure, but I don't know any of your fancy ballroom dances."
In which bard tav can only do silly dances & makes Wyll join her
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lynnlovesthestars · 6 months
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Sleepless
Pairing: Wyll x fem!Reader
Genre and warnings: smut, fluff, Wyll tries very hard to not fuck Reader, fingering, praise kink (kinda?)
Wc: 1.4k
Plot: Wyll is sleepless, and your tent is just a few feet away from his.
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Wyll stared at the fabric of his tent hovering over him as the silence of the night took over the camp. Everyone was already asleep or meditating, while he was tossing and turning in his bed roll, the sound of your carefree laugh was still echoing in his brain as he imprinted the image of you in the back of his eyelids.
His heart was heavy with the longing for your touch that night. It was like he couldn’t rest until he held you close to him. Whenever you’d crawl back to your tent after dinner, he couldn’t help it, he missed you.
When the moon was at its peak, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He rose from his bedroll and swiftly made his way towards your tent. Only when he got close enough, he could hear you whimper his name so low he felt it in his bones. You were having a nightmare and he wasn’t there to comfort you.
He didn’t hesitate then to open your tent and sneak in. But when he turned towards you to lay next to you, he was met with a totally different reality.
You were laying there disheveled, legs wide open and your fingers between your folds. Your eyes were closed, and your lips were chanting his name lowly. Your blouse was half unbuttoned, your breasts revealed to him.
He was speechless for a moment, the sight of you touching yourself and thinking about him was awakening something so deep within him that he had to muster all his will to restrain himself from tearing his clothes away and take you right there.
You were the most beautiful, and he was oh so grateful that the gods blessed his eyes by giving him a speck of heaven.
The guttural sound that escaped his lips was enough to get your attention. You turned flustered, your eyes wide open as you were caught. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks as you were about to sit up and apologize to him, but you were stopped when he knelt next to you, and you had his eyes trained on you. They were dark, hungry, and they were only for you.
He caressed your cheek before leaning closer.
His lips brushed with your ear as he got close enough to whisper. “You are such a sight, my shining star” He breathed out shakily yet so warm. You can feel his words deep within your core, pulling at the strings of your lust. You feel your wetness drip under you as you allowed him to touch you.
“Please, keep going” His voice was a purr loud enough just for you to hear, as your fingers met your clit again. “Yes, please yourself for me” He could feel his cock harden against the fabric of his pants, just at the sight of your lips hung open, and at the sound of your moans.
He sat behind you, placing his legs around you as he pulled you up against him. You allowed your head to loll back and your leg to rest on his, as another guttural whimper left you.
“Yes, just like this my love” He whispered as he traced the curves of your body, stopping right at the dip of your hips. His grip on you was firm, as his lips left warm kisses on your neck. His touch was so precise yet so desperate to feel as much as possible of you.
“Please, touch me” You begged between whimpers, your legs were trembling as you could feel pleasure starting to bubble up uncontrollable. It was so overwhelming, to be seen so vulnerable yet you felt like he was devouring you with his eyes, with his touch. His compliments were like fire flowing throughout your body as he consumed every cell of your body.
He hummed at your words, it was so hard to restrain himself, but looking at you so desperate for him was driving him insane.
“Just my fingers, nothing more” He offered, as he could feel his own underwear starting to soak in his precum, so needy of you.
“Y-yes” You whispered again as his fingers slowly traced your skin, until they reached your folds. You were pushed closer to him, so he could effortlessly reach your sopping pussy as he kissed the dip of your shoulder.
His naked skin was scorching against yours as he held you to him.
“So breathtaking” He murmured as his callous finger barely touched your clit, your hips buckled to meet him.. “So sensitive”
His other hand rested on your chest, kneading your breast as he wanted to worship every inch of you. He could cum in his pants just by looking at you moaning his name like a prayer.
But when he finally dipped his finger in you, that’s when he became a mess. The way your warmth enveloped his finger, swallowing it hungrily and clenching around it, made his breath itch. If he concentrated enough he could picture what you would feel around his cock, and he knew that the moment he would finally take you, he had no chance of lasting, you would milk him before he even had the chance to move.
He pumped into you relentlessly as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. He swore he didn’t care if everyone heard you moan his name like madness. For a moment he didn’t care about anything but the way you begged him for more, the way you would tremble in his arms as he added another finger, the way you desperately chased your orgasm.
It was inexplicable what you felt as all your senses were stroked, even your tadpole was squirming begging to connect with Wyll’s as you melted in his touch.
He allowed your feelings to wash over him, the pleasure seeping and warming him like he never felt before. Not even the nights spent palming himself thinking about you, could compare to the pleasure that was exploding in you.
“C’mon my love” His own breath hitched as his eyes rolled back, your orgasm so close he swore he’d dedicate his life just to coax this feeling from you. His words chocked in his throat, your pleasure mixing with the taste of his words. “Cum for me” He breathlessly invited you to let go of everything, and allow the warmth to eat you alive, and you did.
You were hit by everything all at once, your senses all snapped as you could barely control your body. Everything spiraled, your limbs shook as you couldn’t even form a sentence, Wyll’s name was the only thing you choke through the overwhelming warmth that took over you.
You felt his cock pushing against your back, constrained in the fabric, as it twitched twice before painting his underwear white with his cum.
You slumped again against his chest, his warmth radiating through you, he didn’t let go of you. You were both panting, as you stayed like that for a moment before he glanced at his fingers.
Your cum dripped all over his pads, down to his parm, and he couldn’t help but take a taste of you.
He took his time savoring each finger like it was ambrosia, and he had to stop himself from taking more of your cum but directly from your pussy cause that was going to be reserved for the night he would make you his.
He was the one breaking the silence, still breathless. “You are going to drive me insane”
You chuckled at his words, as you turned towards him yet still in his arms. “You tell me” Your thumb traced his jaw before you’d pull him closer. Your lips were just mere inches away from his. “I want you so much that some nights i can't stop touching myself” and then you leaned in, catching his lips in a slow kiss. You could feel his smile growing as he wanted you to mold him with your body. Your chest pressed against his and your legs found his hips as you reached for one of his horns, just enough so you could steady yourself as you worshiped his lips.
“Soon, my love” He whispered as he held you to him, while sliding under your blanket.
Your naked body wrapped around him, your legs intertwined with yours as you could feel your hearts coming back to a steady rhythm while the weight of the day finally anchored to your limbs. In the newfound silence of the tent, he'd steal a few kisses as you were both finally falling asleep.
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ghastlytofu · 7 months
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"I once beat the Baldurian record for most sarabandes danced in a single evening. Much to the exhaustion of the good ladies and gentlemen of the Gate."
Alright but Wyll literally dancing every single one of his peers to exhaustion? Peak bisexual energy. Don't ask me how. Lae'zel said he was a man of great vigor and she was Correct. Who tf has that kind of stamina-
"You cut quite a fine figure. I can just imagine leading you with an entire ballroom watching."
He's been thinking about it. Contemplating, one might say- the fantasy of strategically deploying his courtly rizz where it would matter most, where everyone could see you together. King shit
"But who am I fooling? I can't go back to that life."
😭😭😭
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redreart · 2 months
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С0mmish for mimi_10134 💙
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the-song-of-avernus · 2 months
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Confirming that YES, as of Hotfix 19 both Flesh to Stone and Flesh to Gold still work on Mizora. Hadn't actually tried using Flesh to Gold before. Not sure Mizora deserves the gold treatment tbh. Is there a "Flesh to Deep Rothe Dung?" scroll?
Reminder that the only rules are that she has to have taken up permanent residence at camp (Act 3 only) and she still has to fail THREE CON saves in a row. (Edit: also tested and verified, it persists after long rest)
(ps can you tell I romanced Wyll and have a personal vendetta against Mizora?)
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voltaical-art · 3 months
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back into the wyll and bishop mines o7
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lovetositinsilence · 5 months
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“They look good on you <3”
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bg3scenarios · 2 months
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Wyll: Well, now that our journey has come to an end, what are you going to do?
Tav: I think I want to sleep
Tav: For like, at least 100 years
Tav: I’m tired
Tav: Let me rest
Wyll: Can I join you?
Tav: Yes
*Wyll and Tav snuggle up and fall asleep in each other’s arms*
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deimcs · 2 months
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insp. by this post by @bladeofavernus ♡ / (Shauna Barbosa, Cape Verdean Blues)
AN INSPIRED DECLARATION, BARDIC COLLEGE OF FOCHLUCAN. I honestly thought my time as an artist had come to an end and all hope for further inspiration was gone. I come from months of fruitless research and abandoned music sheets, any spark of creativity flickering and dying by the time my fingers touched the strings. I was lost and couldn't find my way back home when suddenly, destiny came knocking at my door. Quite literally, I may add. I went to stay at my aunt's cottage outside of the city to see if some peace and quite would do my muse any good and I had the fortuitous chance of offering shelter to a group of weary travelers. They surely were a lively bunch and while I had fun entertaining guests after such a long time spent alone, Tymora's gentle hand came to save me under the guise of a young couple of most curious nature. A tiefling and a devil, by all means a nightmarish union if you were to give the rumors any credits and yet. They spent the night sitting quietly next to each other, letting the others take turns in keeping the conversation alive. I didn't mean to pry but I was mesmerized by the softness of their touches, the tenderness of their gaze. At some point during the night, the young man drifted off to sleep leaning against the girl's shoulder, she raised a hand to caress his scarred face with such unmistakable devotion it almost moved me to tears. It reminded me why I started composing in the first place: to wonder about the nature of simple things like love and companionship. If I ever see them again, I hope they'll know this song is for them.
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