Tavylia's Pairing Collections
Hi~
This is a parent collection to house sub-collections of my works, sorted by genders/pairings. This should make it easier if you're looking for something specific <3
I'll be sorting by genders and a few other specifics as an easier way to look through my works <3
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This is my entry to the Winter Exchange from House of Pain~
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“You think you’re better than me, don’t you?” Astarion frowned at the board, double checking all the options, and realising he had indeed lost. A feeling he most certainly did not relish. “You always have. With your books, your goddess, the thin veil of morality you keep over your darker desires.”“All I desire, dearest, is time with the man I love. Time where we aren’t fighting for our lives, or with each other, or with the vicious little worms burrowing into our skulls.” As if on cue, the tadpoles began to writhe, connecting in the shared emotions.
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Later Sample
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It was always a wonderful sight to behold, the proud Wizard of Waterdeep, beloved of Mystra, would-be hero playing at saving the world, and there he was. Sprawled across sheets, cheeks flush with arousal, hair dishevelled, lips reddened both with the heat of their shared kiss and the smear of his own blood.But still, that cursed symbol glowed like an insult. “On your front. No- on your knees, darling, face away from me. But do not so much as think about stifling your voice in those sheets.”
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Haarlep has long been able to sense the passing desires of those around them, and only a fool would fail to notice how clients and debtors and staff alike looked at the Master of the House. Even with clothes buttoned up, only his hands and face bare, Raphael had a way of drawing every lascivious eye in the room towards him. Feeding on the scraps of lust within the dreams of the House of Hope would never completely satisfy the incubus, so they waited for their opportunity, a chance to turn the entire household into a feast for their very particular appetite.
The main course? One trussed cambion, served hot and undressed, ready to feel just how much all around him wanted to indulge in his body for a night.
Day 31 - Free Space, so I chose Free Use and a list of other favourite kinks, and let it run long for a fun finale~
Inspired by the BG3 Kinktober 2025 prompt list on BSky, with pairings voted for through August and September through Google Forms and Tumblr, this series explores a variety of kinks at around 1,000 words each. Thank you to everyone who helped decide what to write for each prompt day!
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- Part 31 of BG3 Kinktober 2025
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When an argument over outfits breaks out in the circus, the owner has a plan that should break the tension.
Volo thoroughly enjoys some time with an old friend~
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- Part 5 of Volo's Kinkmas Advent-ure
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Gale and Wyll steal a little time together to indulge in a fantasy, each taking on a role in a fairytale to play out in the night. Not quite worthy of the Shakespearean stage, but they put their hearts into it, what more can you ask? Adorkable soft fluffy intimacy from a sweet and spicy pair~
Inspired by the BG3 Kinktober 2025 prompt list on BSky, with pairings voted for through August and September through Google Forms and Tumblr, this series explores a variety of kinks at around 1,000 words each. Thank you to everyone who helped decide what to write for each prompt day!
Day 15 - Roleplay and Worship
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- Part 15 of BG3 Kinktober 2025
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Gale finds himself leaving with an unusual pair at Haarlep's party. With the effects of incubus wine, and an interesting offer, he follows them into a world where the physical holds far more power than the magic he covets. The Wizard has a lot of learning to do, who better to teach than the Priest of Pain and his favourite Penitant soul
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Gale could feel a slight tremor to his hand now. Not from the impact, nor from the strength it took to pull it free. It was power that brought his arm to shake.
This was different from what he usually sought, the intoxicating taste of the Weave coursing through his body and flowing from his fingertips in spells that could shape reality to his whims, this was physical. Each time he struck, following the commands with precise timings, he felt it.
The grip of the paddle hard in his hand, the reverberation of the impact travelling into his palm and wrist, the sound of the breath leaving the writhing man with the whispers of every penitent soul.
For the first time in a long time he felt completely within the moment. Not drifting, or slipping into a hundred thoughts a minute, his focus was being honed to a sharp point. A sharp point driving precise blows on command.Series