#zevlor bg3

[ultrainfinitepit]

Orin & Zevlor, based on that one painting - now in pin form! This design is up for preorder now if you missed the campaign. It will have red chrome plating for a sanguine shine.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Just third degree yearns for all my fictional husbands.

[dame-night]

Some of my screenshots / lockscreens of Zevlor from my playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3. 🗡🛡✨️

[vrystalius]

Yearning and crushing.

What do they act like when they are utterly in love and yearning for you?

Pairing: Astarion, Gale, Zevlor, Rolan, x gn!Tav!reader

Summary: During the early stages of your misadventure, he cannot help himself but never stop yearning for you.

Genre: Fluff, lime (does anyone use lime and lemons anymore?)

Words: 2.3k

Note: I’m hosting a small event over at my blog. Check it out if you’re interested <3 I’m choosing four participating users at random to receive a personalised letter from their fav char<33 All of this is happening in act 1 btw.

Astarion Ancunín // The Pale Elf

Yearning scale: 8/10

He denied himself the pleasure of thinking about you in a romantic way other than to use you to get protection, power and a willing source of absolutely delicious blood. Really falling for you would be very stupid and have no benefit, really. Astarion never viewed himself as someone who deserved love, especially yours.

But during every battle Astarion’s concentration began to waver more and more. His eyes scan the area in panic until he finally spots you somewhere, being very occupied by trying to finish off the gnoll growling at you. He knows you’re capable defending yourself and finishing off some enemies and it is a delight to watch you fight, but that caused him to miss more and more, with both daggers and his crossbow.

You notice how his whole face lights up whenever you saunter over to him to do some small talk after a long day. His eyes look much softer and his smile becomes less guarded, less planned. It was adorable but you never mentioned it to him, or else you might never see that off-guard smile again.

At first you were adorned by Astarion and showered in flirts and compliments to love-bomb you and bind you to him, something he has done wo many countless times, but slowly he feels himself regretting playing up his flirtatious persona. He thinks you might not like him anymore when he stops with the over-the-top flirts, the nightly trysts and most importantly, the sex.

But deep down he was hoping and praying you’ll still like him for him.

Slowly, Astarion will insist on staying close with you no matter what. The group splits up to explore a cave efficiently? He is definitely sticking by your side. You’re heading to the Emerald Grove to stock on some food for tonight? Don’t mind him tagging along, he just needs a couple of healing potions. You’re injured and need healing? Out of the way Shadowheart, he got this with some alcohol and bandages.

“I’m sure you wont mind taking me with you to that grove again, I wanted to talk to that Tiefling by the forge. I’m thinking about asking very nicely to have a little taste of his blood… But I won’t if you get jealous easily, my darling.”

Astarion quietly yearns for you. He knows how to (mostly) control himself and his tongue around you to not accidentally start coughing up the butterflies terrorising his stomach by praising, flirting, teasing you, doing everything to try and make you like him by any means, even if he has to play a persona.

He has to let out this pent up love for you somewhere, so in the evenings he’ll retreat and quietly stich up his clothes that were torn during the day, check his daggers for sharpness but then also open up the hidden notebook he stashed away under his pillow and sketch a little. Mostly you, really, in all kinds of poses and situations.

He never sexualised you in any way, simply sketching you in almost domestic situations from his view; the way your face lights up in delight when Scratch brings you another drool-drenched sandal, your face scrunched together in disgust after tasting one of Auntie Ethel’s mold pies on accident or you just relaxing after a hard day. Astarion quietly admired you from his tent as his pen works against the paper. He’s not really talented in it but it’s a nice way to unwind. He is praying though that the dog never gets the bright idea to steal his notebook and drop it into your lap or he will beg Shadowheart to cast moonbeam and incinerate him.

Gale Dekarios // The Wizard of Waterdeep

Yearning scale: The ultimate yearner ™/10

Let’s be honest, Gale is not very subtle with his yearning although the wizard thinks he is being very smooth with it.

Before having the moment with you in the weave where your minds interlinked, where you imagined kissing him, first carefully, then passionately and with vigour so shamelessly while he stands there rooted in place, trying not to explode (literally), Gale has been dreamily watching you.

He wasn’t even sure why he fell in love with you or how exactly it happened, Gale had a dream about you with him in his wizard tower in Waterdeep, not exactly using his desk the way it is intended to be used. He woke up with the orb flickering in his chest and a all too familiar warmth spreading through his lower abdomen.

With every artefact you sacrifice to him and with every minute you listen to his boasting and rambling, Gale stopped fighting the feelings that were growing inside him every day and accepted that yes, he did just fall in love with the stranger that pulled him through a portal, fed him boots without hesitating and never seriously judged him for his poor decisions. He hasn’t met anyone besides Tara that was very judging.

He can’t act on his feelings yet, though. Gale can’t even let his mind slip for a moment and let the sweet, sweet thought of your lips pressed against his, your tongues dancing with each other, his hands feeling up your waist to pull you closer and closer as if trying to absorb you. He gets ripped out of these fantasies by a sharp pain in his chest and the all too familiar feeling of the orb becoming restless.

It physically hurts him to yearn for you. The orb is like a handcrafted punishment by his goddess Mystra, which it is, but not in the way she probably intended.

His way to painlessly express his admiration for you is mostly by talking; he rants and over-explains the littlest things that can sometimes accidentally come off as condescending, but you were always interested for whatever reason, even if he just listed all the different types of elementals and all the kinds he has met himself before.

But Gale also very openly expresses how highly he thinks of you. You always heard cheers like “A perfect hit!” or “You are doing absolutely amazing!” from the half dead and bloodied wizard that is surrounded by goblins but still thought about praising your skills. Sometimes his mouth worker faster than his brain and he’d accidentally compliment your very natural musk or point out how beautifully shiny your unwashed hair has gotten. It was probably meant to be a compliment.

Oh, it was starting to become a torture. Gale wakes up in the middle of the night after a blissful dream of strolling through the markets of Waterdeep together, playfully arguing who gets to cool what tonight, worrying about nothing other than to remember get Tara’s favourite treat. Rolling over in his bed he could feel his chest tighten, his hand instinctively gripping his nightshirt, trying to soothe the orb by touching it. He tried to take a deep breath, his fingers spreading out over his chest slowly.

His eyes fluttered shut and his lip quivered slightly as his other arm began to move to wrap around his own body. The wizard rolled over onto his side to stare at the tent wall, his own arms hugging himself, trying to make a fraction of his fantasies about you come true. But Gale would never allow to even properly think about asking to spend the night with him; it would be selfish to do so.

Zevlor // Leader of the Tieflings // Exiled Hellrider

Yearning scale: 6/10

It was probably wrong to feel the way he was feeling. You defended the grove and the refugees against goblins without questions and weren’t even disappointed about not getting a reward. You walked around and talked to the Tieflings, setting some dispute between three siblings, saved Arabella from the mad druid and offered to kill the goblin leaders for them.

Zevlor tried to push away the racing heart that seemed to flare up every time you showed more and more simple kindness for his people and others. He justified it to himself that the fluttery feeling in his chest and the warmth spreading embarrassingly fast on his face is just his gratitude manifesting in other ways, but during the small celebrating party you allowed to be held at your camp and after too many cups of vinegar for wine, it all dawned on him.

“Go, enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it. Don’t spend all your time on me, I’m sure many here would want to have a word with you instead.”

He admires your courage and selflessness, but his feelings reach far beyond that. To be able to share a cup with you was incredibly flattering but also a little selfish, he thought. You are quite popular in camp and Zevlor can’t deny the looks the other companions give you, so he tries to shoo you away and enjoy yourself. Having your attention all to himself, somewhere in private and in a situation that isn’t stressed by looming fights and threats would be an absolute dream.

A dream he didn’t allow himself to realise.

Besides, he’s an older, Hellrider-exiled Tiefling and an Oathbreaker Paladin with a group of refugee kin to look after and lead to Baldur’s Gate. Zevlor is barely able to love himself, how in the world are you supposed to be able to love him? Surely you deserve to be with someone more deserving of your love and devotion.

Even despite barely interacting with you, it was difficult for him to part from you and your troupe but there was a city for him to safely escort the refugees to. Duty calls and so does the road.

For now, Zevlor will just silently dream about you at night and think about your whereabouts during the day. He didn’t allow himself to get distracted too easily but during every small moment of respite his eyes would briefly close and his mind slowly travelled to you. He always wondered where you are right now, what you are doing. How far along have you come in your journey? Last he heard Halsin joined you on your quest for a cure against a tadpole.

He secretly wonders if you are still wearing the Hellrider Gloves he had given you as a thanks after redeeming Kagha and buying them more time to pack in the druid grove. It’s a childish thought but Zevlor really hoped that they serve you as well as they once served him and keep you safe. And maybe you think of him when you look at them.

For now, Zevlor has to focus on getting his caravan to Baldur’s Gate safely. The apparently cursed and so called “Shadow Lands” are the only way. Hopefully he can get them through in one piece.

Rolan // Wizard’s apprentice

Yearning scale: 8/10

Oh he has got a big, fat crush. Or at least that is what Cal and Lia have been teasing him about for the past days, hours and minutes. Ever since you stepped into the dispute the three had about whether they should leave the grove or not, Rolan has been more squishy and distracted.

He keeps seeing you around the grove, talking the Tieflings there and listening to what they have to say, trade with that druid merchant before heading over to Dammon to buy some new armour for you or your companions after the plates broke down. Rolan’s eyes would be scanning your whole body from the position he was standing, trying to see through your clothes and armour to check for injuries.

He knew you are an adventurer of some sort, talking to Ethel about something in your head and stocking up on a lot of healing potions. If not for you fighting through goblins Rolan would’ve used Thunderwave to send those scum to the afterlife. So he greatly appreciates your efforts and all it must take to finish them off.

His eyes would sparkle every time you even briefly passed him. You didn’t even had to look at him and he would feel his tail wagging embarrassingly fast behind himself as he tried to avoid his sibling’s knowing glances and how they 100% know what was going on.

Rolan doesn’t really understand himself and why his brilliant mind decided to choose you to pine on. You, someone he will leave behind and probably never see again. You, who only interacted with him a few fleeting times. You, with that heroic attitude and need to fix everything, you with that stupid smile you gave that woman Ethel, you simply existing. He felt childish for feeling like this.

He knew you’d make short work of the goblins and their leaders but his heart still managed to flutter in admiration after finding out what you managed to do. The wizard prepared his stupid party-trick spell until you got back to the grove, trying to cast the beautiful spell he had been casting since childhood over and over until it was perfect. Performing it in front of you asked for a bottle of wine or three to get some courage.

After bowing and getting some applause from you, Rolan’s eyes still stuck to you well after you gave your compliments and departed. He couldn’t help himself but feel jealous of that vampire in the corner, the purple wizard in the other and literally everyone else that breathed near you. Everyone wanted to have a piece of you— of course. You’re the hero of the party.

Rolan wanted to hog your time and attention to himself, though. He wants to sit down with you and for once just listen to you talk instead of him doing some boasting. It doesn’t matter what you were talking about, he wants to listen and watch your lips move, maybe fantasise about leaning in closer and sharing a kiss.

But alas, there’s an apprenticeship for him to attend in Baldur’s Gate. The road was calling and he had to move on with his travels. It doesn’t mean you left his mind though, every moment he did not spend checking up on Lia or Cal, getting into an argument with one of the kids or whatever, he spend daydreaming about you.

Maybe you’ll see each other again under better circumstances. He really hopes so.

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

I wanted to write a request I swear but my hands moved on their own and wrote something that has been on my brain for like a week or so :,) Forgive me lmao. I’ll be answering asks and requests soon tho!

Check out my personalised letters event <33

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33 You are loved.

[alifelongpassed]

Younger Zevlor.

Just Zevlor things

[hirodraga]

Finally can share the art I made for @zevlorzine 🔥🔥🔥 Very happy to have participated in this project alongside other incredible artists and writers :D ko-fi - patreon

[gotranting]

It is a rule universally acknowledged, that no matter how many Tavs created, they will always yearn for this man.

[o3tofu]

I completely forgot to post this one here I did it last yr

[dark-and-kawaii]

bg3 men of your choosing and kinks?

Notes: Yummy!!! I got you dear anon xoxo

⟡ Characters: Halsin - Gale - Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael - Wyll - Rolan

⟡ Content: NSFW - Kinks - Lots Of Kinks

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Zevlor loves a good creampie. Like, please let this old man cum deep within you!!! It will literally make him go insane, his tail thrashing around behind him as he fills you so full of his seed. Especially if you let me do it after only just meeting. It’s been so long since he’s felt such warmth envelop his cock. Gods, and when he sees the way his white milky substance leaks out of you afterwards… it’s enough to keep him hard and wanting to go at it again. Maybe it’s part of the breeding kink he has, the dire need- of wanting a family to call his own. And you just look so pretty like this- with your legs spread and his cum spilling out.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Haarlep is an incubus, a demon- a chaotic being so of course dacryphilia. Whether you’re crying from his cock stretching you or crying from the way this creature overstimulates you- he relishes in it. Haarlep adores taunting you, always adding a hint of mockery to his coos, “Awh my little Dove, does it hurt?” Before leaning down to lick away the tears running down that pretty face of yours he loves so much. “Or is it simply too much for your mortal body to endure?” As he lets out a wicked laugh, flashing you his infamous smirk.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Rolan not only enjoys overstimulating you, but also craves being overstimulated himself. This grumpy tiefling wizard has more depth than meets the eye. He’s so pent up from studying and perfecting new spells that when he finally gets his hands on you he’s using your body as a means of release. He unleashes all his frustrations on your tight little fuck hole, pounding you relentlessly with his cock. Bullying that body of yours until you’re nothing more than a babbling mess with your tongue lolled out, until his body gives up on him, collapsing on top of you, gasping for breath. The slightest touch sending his body into shock.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Raphael is a cocky bastard, and everyone knows this. Gets off on denying you your orgasm. Loves being in control of your body, mind, and soul- the devil will wait until you’re begging for him to give you your release- begging for his cock acknowledging that only he can bring you such intense pleasure. Telling him that no one- nor anything matters, only him. Once you’ve pleaded enough, he’ll express how satisfied he is with your obedience and will hint at granting you that long awaited release.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Wyll adores praising you, worshipping you in your intimate moments. He genuinely worshiped every aspect of you, even finding all your imperfections incredibly beautiful. Especially if you have a scar, no matter how small or large, he’ll lovingly kiss along it. And he takes such delight in receiving the same level of adoration from you, as you worship his cock, the very cock that causes your toes to curl and your body to writhe beneath him.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Listen, Halsin sometimes involuntarily shifts into a bear, and he always apologizes for it. But if you accept him for who he truly is, Gods he’ll be utterly smitten with you. As things start to get a bit more steamy his body begins to glow as he transforms into his bear shape. But, if you playfully giggle at him and start to run, enticing him to chase you by wiggling your finger, oh yes, it will not only arouse him further to chase you, but also show him you’re open to some unconventional foreplay. Being a bear he’ll eventually catch up to you and pounce on you as gently as he can. It’s so endearing to him how you softly plead, “oh no~ plllleeeease~ someone help~” as your fingers run through his fur.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Gale is so cute, he just absolutely craves the sensation of your fingers tugging at his hair while you ride his face. He always smiles while probing you with his tongue when he feels your nails digging into his scalp as his stubble tickles between your thighs. And when it comes to your hair, well you best believe this man takes joy in giving a gentle tug here and there. Not too rough, but enough to crane your neck back so that he can lock eyes with you before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

[dirohraga]

we all know how the tiefling party went for them.... full (+18) on bsky and xwitter

[synchodai]

The implications of Karlach being one of Zariel's favorites

When I say things like, "Karlach is a ruthless and efficient killer prior to us meeting her; the set up for an "evil" path for her has always been there," people don't understand how I come to those conclusions.

It's mainly because people don't know who Zariel is and the layered implications of Karlach being one her favorites are.

Zariel was a solar (the highest order of D&D angel basically) who was tasked with overseeing the Blood War. Because she preferred to be where the action was and found it hypocritical to just passively observe from the sides like what most celestials tend do, she went down to Avernus to try to end the Blood War once and for all. And it takes quite a lot of idealism and confidence (one might say hubris even) to defy celestial orders and believe that it was possible to end a never-ending war if only a righteous and powerful outsider intervened.

She enlisted an elite army from Elturel called the Hellriders (the organization that Zevlor is a remnant of) to help her fight the Blood War. And when a solar descends from the heavens and asks you to take up a holy mission with her, what paladin is gonna say no? So, a lot of Hellriders probably romanticized this quest and thought it would be a most glorious heroic battle.

It was not.

Mortal human wars already suck, but imagine one waged between armies of demons and devils. It's ugly. It's brutal. There is no point to it but carnage and violence. It is designed to rot your soul in ways many mortals aren't equipped to handle. And so, the Hellriders who survived the initial onslaught turned tail and deserted Zariel in battle.

This is why when you save him in the mind flayer colony, Zevlor talks about how a Hellrider "has no oath," which is a soft way of putting that any surviving Hellrider is an Oathbreaker. They broke their oath to Zariel.

(The descent that Descent to Avernus is about is Zariel enacting vengeance upon the city of Elturel by dragging it down to the Hells. To her, this is what they deserve for what they did to her. To the her, this is enforcing justice and the oaths the Hellriders swore to her.)

Zevlor's dialogue and abandonment of the tieflings becomes so much more resonant when you know this history. It also makes the PC's dialogue options make so much more sense when you know this isn't the first time he's forsaken someone he had promised to protect.

Anyways, Zariel dies, her unconscious form is taken by Asmodeus, she rises as a corrupted version of herself, and Asmodeus makes her the new Archduchess of Avernus who basically keeps her old celestial job of overseeing the Blood War but now she's a devil whose idealistic righteousness has been twisted into vengeful fury.

Zariel is very much not your typical type of devil. She retains the righteousness from when she was once a solar and considers herself a cosmic martyr. She doesn't do the plotting and politicking and scheming that other archdevils flourish in. Her whole thing is this feeling of superiority over both devils and angels because unlike them, she's willing to get her hands dirty — to burn and corrupt herself in the name of her cause. You know how some edgy anti-heroes become their enemy in order to defeat them? That's what Zariel thinks she's doing.

She will never backstab you, but it is her burning mission to front stab you. Ruthlessly. Mercilessly. Painfully. All means justify her end. Ironically, it's this zeal that keeps perpetuating the Blood War. It's poetic. It shows how the Hells are a mirror of the Heavens. Yadda, yadda, yadda...

SO! What does it say about Karlach that this devil, if not favors her, at the very least sees her as a prized possession? Because Zariel has many war machines that she doesn't hesitate to count as acceptable losses. There is no sacrifice too great, after all, in furthering her cosmic cause.

Well, it shows that Karlach is extremely resilient and extremely useful in the Blood War, but also that she's reliable — that never once has she turned her back on a fight like the Hellriders. We know that Karlach is idealistic — that her naiveté and willingness to trust others is what damned her to the Hells. But we also know that Karlach can be reckless and sometimes be dismissive of the cost of that reckless power.

(Larian definitely could have fleshed out Karlach's soul coin plot more, but there was some really juicy bones to having a cambion force a messenger to tell Karlach the backstory behind each soul for every coin given to her. When thinking of how to best torment her, this is what a devil comes up with. It implies that Karlach would rather use soul coins indiscriminately and that it is actual torture to remind her that these souls she's snuffing out to fuel her engine were people who had desires and fell into bad circumstances just like her because they made foolish mistakes to fulfill those desires.)

The more I played and the more I learned about Karlach, the more I realized: Oh, you're not just one of Zariel's many toys, are you? You are Zariel — or at least Zariel on a smaller cosmological scale.

Zariel's story actually has a lot in common with a BG3 companion's "ascension paths" in that the road to becoming a powerful being at the expense of others is paved with brick after brick of rational and even altruistic justifications.

Karlach's "evil path" could have very well gone down the same path that Zariel did. She consumes so many soul coins that the heat of her fury consumes her. The fires make her powerful but they burn away the thing in her heart that made her want to be powerful to begin with.

... But Larian kinda dropped the ball in Act 3, so instead Karlach just dies or becomes a mind flayer instead. Enjoy, gamers!

[laudrawin]

ZEVLOR'S STORY

I am proud to share my work on @zevlorzine !! I truly loved and enjoyed working on this personal style to bring Zevlor's ingame story back to life ♥️ How do these pieces make you feel?

[emarttt]

I call it … ✨Jaheilor ✨

I saw someone talking about this ship and now I’m obsessed.

For the context : the party is celebrating their victory against the elder brain and our sweet Zevlor got confused by how chaotic they truly are

[reverieblondie]

When things end too soon....

A/N: So I swear I saw a request for Rolan and some steamy premature ejaculation... But now I don't see it... so I'm posting these drabbles anyways!

I hope you enjoy these short little treats ♡₊˚

Warning 18+ MDNI, Fem!reader, (please forgive my blurry pictures!)

Rolan, Gale, Zevlor, and Aradin

Rolan

His gleaming eyes stay fixed on you from across the Inn. Everyone is in the swing of celebration, and though he has thanked you once already, he wants to do more. So, with a swig of the wine bottle, he tries to drink in some courage before he pushes off the last light bar and nervously makes his way to you. Of course, as soon as he approaches you, your lips are curling into the sweetest of smiles, your eyes drinking in his form as he stands tall before you. Rolan feels his face warming and his chest getting tighter as he stands so close to you now, but he swallows it down and puts up that arrogant facade with that confident smile thanking you again.

“You want to thank me again? You're not going to try and give me money again are you? I told you I don’t want that.”

“No, no, I just figured you and I could… share a drink somewhere… more private?” 

Rolan tries not to let his nervousness show or how his tail is twisting to betray him as you look him up and down in contemplation. Then you smile and lean in close.

“Lead the way…”

In the back of Last Light Inn, the normally quiet area filled with only the sound of the steady stream has new noises within its air. Hot breaths and the rustling of clothes married with muffled moans of two people getting lost in each other for the first time. Rolan couldn’t help but let your name fumble from his lips as you tangled your fingers through his chestnut hair and ran your tongue up the column of his throat. His tail is coiled tightly around your leg as you push him further against the Inn's wall. 

Gods he thought he would be the one to take the lead, to get you out here and sweep you up in a passionate kiss like in those romance covers. To lay you down upon the ground and show you how much he appreciates you, for you to be the one moaning his name as your body squirms and twitches in anticipation… but like you always manage to do, you don’t follow his plan, and you surprise him. 

Now, here you two are; the roles in his plan have been reversed and are only adding to his fantasy. You pinned his taller frame to the wall and leaned in to kiss him first, your hands doing quick work to explore him and make him even more hot and desperate for you. You managed to strip him down and lay him in the dirt before you joined him. You had made him whimper and pant as you slowly stripped before him, teasing him with how you ran your hands over your nipples down to your dripping cunt touching yourself in front of him. 

Rolan's throat was dry, and his aching cock throbbed as he watched you. Then, in an act of mercy, you sank down to your knees, crawling on top of him, positioning your wet sex over his swollen length, tempting him more with your wet heat so close to where he needed to feel you.

Instead of immediately sinking down and letting his ridged length push and stretch your insides, you just rubbed your slick over his cock. Teasing yourself on his hot ridges, you moved your hips over him so slowly, shuddering and gasping every time his curved tip nudged your clit, then the honeyed words came. 

“So good Rolan… You feel so good…” 

Rolan couldn’t help but moan and throb at your praise. His hands come to your hips to help you grind further. The sound of your heavenly breath and your hands bracing against his chest just further spurred him on as he rolled his hips in tandem with you. Then both of your resolves started to crumple…

“Ah- good boy Rolan… just like that… so good for me~” 

Rolans heart skipped and his hips rutted against your cunt in an erratic pace, he needed you closer, to drown himself in this moment. His heart raced, his breath getting shallower, and his cock throbbing at your praise. 

“Yeah? I’m good?” His eyes were hazy as he looked up to you. Those rings of gold stretched thin from how dilated they were. 

“Very good Rolan… The best.”

Gods, he wanted to slip it in and feel your cunt suck him in and clench on him like a vice… but when you looked into his eyes and smiled down at him, it all just snapped… and before he could take you, satisfy you, he was cumming in hot spurts all over his stomach. He couldn’t help but tremble and shake as you continued to grind and watch him come undone for you. Finally Rolan has to still your hips with a whine from his parted lips. You halt your grinding and take in the ruined wizard underneath you. 

Rolan's cheeks were so flushed, his nails digging into the ground as he stuttered soft apologies… he felt like such a disappointment for cumming too soon. Fuck he was supposed to thank you… but yet again, he just takes your kindness. Rolan averts his eyes in shame, but instead of criticizing him like he expected, you only smile as you gently move his jaw so his eyes are back to yours, your hand slipping down his neck to his flushed chest, down to his over-sensitive cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip making it twitch with a swell again…

“Rolan… you're so beautiful when you look like this… makes me want more…” 

Rolan smiled and nodded his head breathlessly as you began to adjust his cock, softly pumping it till hard… then lining him up to your tight entrance… “Anything you want…”

Gale

He commented on your smell…why the hell would he comment on your smell… he had honestly meant it in a positive way, but of course, in his ramblings, that fact got lost…he needs to make this right, smooth this over with you, the last thing Gale wants is for you to think he doesn't find you or your musk unpleasurable. In fact, if allowed, he's sure he would indulge himself in it… though perhaps he will keep that to the chest for now. Gale had inquired about your whereabouts from Karlach, who, of course, told him with a cheeky grin and pointed him towards the river, and so he made his way down to make a proper apology. 

Gale didn't mean to catch you while bathing, but he couldn't say it wasn't a pleasant surprise. Though always the gentleman, he covered his eyes as soon as he grasped his sense back from his lust filled brain. “Sorry to disturb you…” he said with both hands over his eyes, face down and bashful.

Gale's ears perk up when you giggle, “I’m not disturbed, just simply… washing up; care to join me?” 

Gale swallows, moving his hands down slowly to see you in the water, your body submerged to the shoulder, danm… wait, no!

“You wouldn't mind?” 

“I would love the company; being out here can be quite boring. So I wouldn't mind some conversation, maybe where we left off about my… what was it? Musk?” 

Well, of course he couldn't refuse your innocent request… Plus, this gives him the chance to clear the air. Though now it turns out that request wasn't so innocent… but he did finally get to tell you how much he enjoys your smell. 

It started friendly, exchanging flirty jokes and shy smiles, which turned into warm glances, which morphed into longing stares as you two inched closer and closer. Then you took the plunge and leaned into him. 

Gods, how long has it been?  He thought as his tongue sought yours to finally taste you. It had been so long since he kissed someone in the flesh, let alone touched someone… and your body… your soft skin and alluring smell… just made him fall further into you. Then you started to touch him. And that was simply divine. 

First, it was your hands on the nape of his neck going down to his shoulders, then his chest, then further still… Gale moaned into your lips as your touch washed over him. You made him feel so precious, so desired, then before Gale could make sense of it, he's breaking the kiss and wrapping your legs around his hips. That's when you felt his cock, hard and eagerly pushing against you as he drove his nose into your hair and grabbed the plump of your ass harder… desperate to hang onto this moment of bliss. This small moment is just for you two, alone at last, and letting everything wash over you two. 

Then your hand moves down past his coarse hairs and wraps around his cock. Gale had to hold his tongue and his body still as you began pumping his cock so agonizingly slow… Gale gasps, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he shudders from the feel of your hand sliding over his length, your pace getting faster and faster, tracing over every vein, moaning in his ear as his heart rate picks up. 

“I want to feel you, Gale… every inch…” 

Gale loses himself, his mind going to the sweet thoughts of you finally wrapping around him, the noise you will make, the clenching of your cunt so tight… to feel your warmth… so snug and all for him… gale can’t help himself, digging his blunt nails into your ass as his hips start to rut matching your pace, so ready to stick it in and have your moaning into the endlessly starry sky. But before such a picture can be painted, Gale feels his mind numb, and his body suddenly shudders with a groan he tries to bite back. -Danmit… 

“Apologies… I didn’t… it's been…so long since I’ve… well, since I’ve held anyone much less-.” You silence him with a kiss, your tongue pushing past his parted hips and twisting his wet hair around your fingers, pulling him in closer… making him so much more infatuated… 

“We can pick this up in my tent, deal?” another one of your sweet requests he would be a fool to refuse. 

Zevlor 

Zevlor felt so awkward at the party; in his youth, he always joined in the celebration with dancing and drinking, and though he was no bard, he did have some talent when it came to strumming a lute. Though… At his age now, he thought it was better to observe rather than join the mayhem of a celebration. Zevlor was used to becoming a silent observer the more he did it. All he ever seems to do now is watch over others as they live. A Lot of times, his observations would just lead to him being bored and roaming back to somewhere quiet, but tonight, his sights are on you… 

He didn't mean to stare at you… but you are just so captivating, swaying with the music, drinking cheers with your commerads and talking to his kin with a kind smile…. Truly so captivating…he thinks as he keeps his eyes steady on you as you dance with Shadowheart. If it had been in his youth, he would have sauntered over and danced with you, spinning you around so close so you could feel the heat of his body, to squeeze your soft skin so gently… just to touch you, smell you… Taste you.  

Lost in his reverie, he doesn't notice when you wave bye to Shadowheart and walk over to where he sits at the edge of your camp. Only when you're blooping down beside him does he snap out of his running thoughts and look over to your smiling face so close and your bright eyes on his. Captivating… 

“Gold piece for your thoughts?” 

Zevlor stifles a laugh before drinking… if only you knew the perverted place his mind was mere moments ago…

“Ah, Don’t waste your gold. You shouldn't waste your celebration listening to an old man like me ramble; you should be out talking to those so eager for your attention.” 

Your face slightly falls, “well, I came seeking yours…” 

Zevlor feels his whole body flush. " No-no… I mean.” Zevlor swallows; he hasn't stuttered like this since his days as a new recruit. He turns to you and gently places his hand on yours, his eyes locked to yours, ready to take a chance and bring back that once unwavering courage…. “Do you know what those words spur within me? What you do to me?”

You light up at those words and twist your legs so they are against his, “I'm hoping it's the same as what seeing you does to me…”

Zevlor feels his heartbeat thrum and feels like he just can’t quite catch his breath. You grab his hand tighter, tracing your finger over the protruding veins on his crimson skin.

“Will you follow me?” 

Of course, he followed you… he just didn’t think it would have led to this… to you taking his hand in yours as you walk into your isolated tent. Now, here he is, taking a shuddering breath as your peppering kisses along his strong jaw and your hands push down his trousers in inpatient enthusiasm. It's been so long since someone has wanted him so feverishly… and he refuses to disappoint you. 

With his pants pushed down past his knees his cock hard and pebbling slaps heavy against you as you start to grind yourself against him. Zevlors eyes roll in bliss as the feeling of your sticky slick coating his cock. Then your soft hands hold onto his shoulders as you bring your lips to his ear, “Fuck me…please Zevlor…” 

Zevlors eyes roll as your tongue starts to roll over his ear. Gods, now you're begging so sweetly beneath him… your body so flushed, your hot little tongue running over him down to his neck. He tries to keep in the growling groan you're causing him as your slick coats him, but when you start leaving sloppy kisses on his neck with light nips… it just slips out of him, and to his delight, that just makes you wrap your legs around his waist and hold onto him tighter.

With the confidence boost, Zevlor smiles at the new possession, your body practically trembling for him. Zevlor lets his hands roam all over your curves, his cock throbbing as he tries to take this slow, to let you enjoy. But if he’s honest, he’s going mad, with your wet heat so close and drooling for him he just can’t help himself anymore and his calm demeanor slightly falters as he angles his hips and sinks into you with a quick snap of his hips. Your snug cunt is already quivering on his length in an instant, and it makes his eyes roll as he relishes feeling you so deep. 

Then in a lust-drunk haste, he starts fucking you, in and out, slapping against you as your hands bury themselves in his hair, holding tightly as his pace gets rougher and rougher. The head of his cock pushes against your cervix making your eyes water and toes curl. He just needs to make you cum then he can finish into your womb… fuck, he wants to feel you cum, and have you make a mess all over him. Zevlor is not sure why, but the idea of getting you to your pleasure makes him feel whole… useful… wanted…

Zevlor looks down at you, your body sweating, your chest bouncing, and your lips moaning his name, but the thing that makes his whole body shiver is your eyes… how they see him when so many overlook him, look past him… you see him.

Before he can think better to slow down, his nails are tearing into your bedroll, and he's rutting into your cunt like a damn animal. You whimper and moan with every thrust, trying so hard to hold onto him, digging your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his hips. And that's the final straw… wrapping your shaking legs around him to let him sink deeper to keep him with you. Zevlor feels his mind blank and with a rough grunt and a tremble of his tail. He cums. 

Zevlor pauses, his breath ragged as he stares down at your surprised face… “I-I apologize… it's just..” then he feels your hips grinding up with a giddy smile on your face, “Fill me up again Zevlor, Please…”

Of course, whatever you desire…

Aradin 

You irritate him… granted, everyone in this damned grove seems to irritate him, but you? With your do-gooder attitude… always trying to be so helpful… it's infuriating. Then, anytime Aradins is around, you two are arguing! Your face stern as you stare up at him…. How close your body gets… so fucking close he could just grab you and shut you up. You would properly punch him before he even gets the chance to wrap his arms around your waist and silence you with a kiss… 

Even though you piss him off, he has to admit you are beautiful and have some fighting skills. Like when you saved his hide at the gate, you were so swift with a sword, and the way you just saved him and his crew, no questions, no second thought… he should have thanked you, not be such a smug bastard… why didn’t he thank you…

Now you have plagued him… he’s forced to sit in this damned grove and see you prancing about talking and helping everyone you see… he hates it, how selfless you are, it’s stupid… he wishes he could go up to you, and shake you, demand you be selfish and take care of yourself. Or let him join you and help you however you want. Damn it all… he can’t say that… he's too much of a coward… a prick you would rather see in the maul of a gnoll than in your camp or even your bedroll…

“Ariadin?” Suddenly, Aradin is broken from his thoughts by the sound of your voice. When he finally looks at you, you have a confused, maybe worried look on your face because, of course you do. 

He rolls his eyes, “What do you want?” Why is he already snapping at you?

Your face looks hurt at first, and his stomach starts to sink. Then your brow furrows. Before he can say anything, a loaf of bread smacks him in the face. He catches it and looks at you confused. “We found some extra rations, and I haven't seen you eat with the others… but forget it… just take it.” 

You start walking off.  Aridan runs his hand over his head in frustration as he holds the bread tightly. Why is he such an idiot? Aridan looks at your fleeing figure, and before he knows it, he slams the bread down on the table and follows you. 

Your argument ended up with you two screaming at each other in the woods deep within the woods. He had wanted to apologize to just talk, but you were so hard-headed… Why couldn’t you just let him apologize? Why couldn’t he just tell you how he really felt? Why is this all so fucked!  

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, Araidan finally cracks, “Oh fuck this!” 

“Fuck this?  You-” Before you can finish, Aridan is grabbing your waist and pulling you close, his lips crashing to yours in desperate hunger. But instead of pushing away and kicking his ass… you're leaning in and burying your fingers into his brown curls. Passion has taken over, and as he slides his tongue past your lips, finally sliding against yours, he's so grateful to hear your soft moaning that he quickly devours. 

Aradin leans you blindly back till you're suddenly being pushed against a tree, your soft little hum from the collision making his cock get stiff. This is better than any of his fantasies he would imagine late at night in his tent as he emptied his cock into his callus hand. You taste better than anything he could have ever wanted… and he craves more. Hiking up your leg, he grabs handfuls of your ass, his cock painfully hard as he grinds his clothed length against your clothed cunt. 

“You drive me up…a fucking wall…” Aradin pants as he sinks down to his knees rolling down your pants in the process before he's moving your leg over his shoulder and is licking a long stripe up your slick cunt. As soon as he hears your shuddering yeses and your hand is tugging for more, he smiles, more than willing to give you as much as you can take. Ariden brings his rough hands to caress your hips as he dips in further, fucking you with his tongue while his nose drivings into your clit just to make you squeal. Ariden groans into you and takes deep whiffs of your sex, making his cock throb and his eyes roll. A fuckin dream is what you are above him like this… gods let him join your camp, and he will do this for you every night; he doesn’t see those little posh boys you got doing this for you…. He will eat you out all night if you're willing. All you gotta do is drop your trousers, and he will be on his knees for you. 

As Aradin continues to eat you like a starved man, you start to lose yourself on his face, pulling his hair hard and rolling your hips faster on his face. Gasping and screaming for more... It's the first time he’s seen you be selfish, and it's all for him. Gods, for how you're quivering on him. He knows you're close, so close to making a mess out of him. Gods please let you squirt and let him drink it in… please, Please!

It's all too much, all too good, and just like everything else in his life, the gods seem to be against him. With a sudden shudder and a groan, his hard cock is cumming in thick spurts in his pants from your taste alone. Aradins breath is ragged as he pulls away from you; he feels his face impossibly flushed as your slick covers his mouth and chin… he had wanted to do more… go further and make you cum…but no…he’s fucked up with you again by cumming in his pants…fuck!

Then suddenly his face is getting lifted up and he’s looking at your smirking face, he grimaces unsure of what you will do next but that's when you surprise him, “Clean yourself up and meet me back here tonight… I’m not done with you yet.” 

Aridan looks up at you with a slack jawed expression as you redo your pants and give him a chaste kiss swiping your tongue over his lips stealing a taste of your arousal before walking off. 

“I…I will…” he finally musters. He can’t mess this up, he won’t mess this up. 

[vrystalius]

Can I request headcanons for Gortash, Raphael, Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to his gn s/o who always do your best to take care of him like making sure he rests properly please?

Taking care of them.

What would they act like when you tale care of them?

Pairing: Gortash, Raphael (+Haarlep), Rolan, Zevlor x gn!reader

Words: tralala

Genre: Fluff

Note: Check out my personalised letters event over here <3 Also I kept Haarlep’s a little short and kinda made it into a bonus.

Gortash // Chosen of Bane.

He has to keep up appearances to the public and to become the proper hero of the gate that saved the all the people within the walls from Ketheric’s army, but behind all the closed doors and especially in the evenings, you can tell that Gortash is anything but doing resting properly.

There is always something that needs his attention, something pulling him away from good night’s sleep or a decent meal that consists of actual nutritions and things like vitamins. Gortash is known to skip out on those. So, you took on the responsibility to make sure the chosen of Bane doesn’t pass away prematurely.

While he is busy going through papers and caving up in his office to hide away from the public, you continuously checked on your lover and placed a bowl of food down in front of his nose. The meals consisted of meats, vegetables, sometimes a cup of black coffee, sometimes a glass of well-aged wine from the cellar to go along with the meat.

Gortash sometimes complains about how you didn’t bring him any dessert, but then again, you are right there with him. There is no better dessert than your sweetness.

Getting him into bed and to shut his eyes and rest is surprisingly easy. He barely protests and sometimes doesn’t even change out of his clothes before positioning himself into your arms, letting your hands gently caress him to sleep. Your fingers slowly brush through his messy hair while his face was squished up against your chest, his warm breath slowly getting slower and slower until you heard Gortash’s snores interrupt the silent room.

He sleeps very lightly. Everything and anything can pull him out of his slumber, but you try to make an effort to keep his sleep as peaceful as possible.

The door to your private bedroom will be sealed with a ward to keep everyone out. Gortash’s head will be nestled against your neck or buried into your cleavage, your arms draped around his body to keep his body against yours. The sounds of you sleeping are like pleasant white noise to him which helps him sleep through the night. You are the more pleasant form of a cup of lavender tea or a hot cup of milk with honey.

But you being the perfect way for him to fall asleep is actually not a very good thing, especially when you are separated from him. Gortash wouldn’t be able sleep even if someone hit his head with a pan over and over without you by his side or within his radius. It’s actually embarrassing how restless he becomes without you.

Raphael // The handsome devil (cambion).

He finds it amusing how much you fuss over him sometimes. Raphael is a devil with a whole house dedicated to him— don’t you think he has some poor soul to serve to him?

He especially adores it when you try and drag him to bed for some rest. As a devil, or cambion, Raphael doesn’t need to sleep or even eat, but he spend some of his very precious time in bed in order to keep you happy. But perhaps it is not just to entertain you and your wishes, maybe Raphael has his own selfish reason to let you curl up in his arms, his leathery wings wrapping around you like a cocoon, his tail wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

Your devil never believed you when you told him that he purrs when he naps, but you know what you heard and felt. Your whole body vibrates slightly when he does, when his face is buried in your neck and his chest pressed against yours. It does resemble that of a cat but it sounded much more threatening in a way. Stroking the back of his head or his neck amplifies the purrs Raphael keeps denying. You need to sometime use Haarlep as a witness or something.

Raphael doesn’t really get physical and goes to fight some souls that broke his contract himself, but in the rare cases he does, he never gets injured. But you still insist on him taking a long bath in his boudoir to heal if needed, but he quite a good haggler, so you always end up soaking in the healings waters alongside him, being catered by some of the servants working there.

Pampering Raphael is a hard thing to do, it’s just that he is already being spoiled plenty. He has a whole house in Avernus for himself, his own incubus, hundreds, perhaps already thousands of contracted souls and now you, his little mouse.

The only way you can further spoil him is by distracting him from important work and redirect his focus onto you and how you so easily slid onto his lap without any protest from the devil, his hands immediately finding your waist and thighs to pull you closer against him, his quill now tossed to the side and staining the wood below with ink. His smirking lips would find yours while your arms drape over his shoulders— You’ve successfully distracted from his exhausting work and it’s not worth to continue writing, Raphael thinks.

+bonus: Haarlep // The incubus.

Haarlep enjoys to laze around and having you to pamper him even more, reminding him to take naps and having a snack by the lavish dinner table is quite literally perfect. Sometimes, if he especially gets pouty or whiny, you’ll bring him a plate directly to bed to eat.

Although whenever you outright ask him if he has been sleeping, eating and taking care of himself properly, he’ll smirk and tease you for caring so much about him before pretending he hasn’t, just so you can fuss and dote on him. Haarlep eats all of your attention right up!

But he does feel incredibly flattered whenever you pay attention to him in any way that isn’t meant to be sexual or lead to sex. He of course enjoys the pleasure of mortal and immortal flesh, but sometimes it gets boring and exhausting. It’s nice to cuddle for a bit instead of going at it like bunnies.

He savours every minute he can have you by himself and away from the master of the house. Just like Raphael, he purrs very loudly. The vibrations gently passing through your whole body. His tail is always wagging slightly and you can watch the speed picking up every tome you scratch his scalp or chin.

Let’s just say that Haarlep really, really loves being taken care of. It’s nice to be the pillow princes sometimes.

Rolan // The wizard’s apprentice.

(Small spoilers for his apprenticeship in Lorroakan’s tower)

He both hated and really loves the way you at least try to take care of him. Rolan is a stubborn Tiefling so convincing him to do something so little as put the book and take a nap could turn into a battle where you are on the floor, hugging and gripping onto his leg so he cannot move, only letting go once he pinky promises to come to bed soon.

If not for you, the wizard probably would’ve either died from dehydration or collapse from lack of food and sleep. How he managed to survive before being with you is a miracle.

Whenever you know he’s off to go study in the library, reading a new book of spells or practicing cantrips, you have to physically shove a plate of food and a glas of water into his hands to remind him to eat. Then, he sometimes places it down on a desk and makes a mental note to eat it in a moment, right after he puts the book away. Rolan ends up getting distracted by a journal tucked away in the elaborate shelves that now needs his attention and his meal goes uneaten, cold and forgotten.

But you have been noticing how Rolan has been slowly becoming more and more gloomy, how bruises have been forming on his face and arms. He excused it as him getting injured during spellcasting or being stupid and hitting himself on furniture, but you definitely knew better. You could tell that he was ashamed of whatever or whoever has been hurting him.

It was probably that insane wizard Loarrakan punishing your lover like this, although his couldn’t be considered a punishment anymore. It was abuse.

Rolan refuses to let you talk or even meet the wizard and there’s nothing much you can do. You’ll quietly disinfect the new bruise on his cheekbone and tend to his wounds while he sits there, his head lowered in shame. He needs affection from you now more than ever to let him know that you love him.

The wizard, again, does not very willingly lets himself being taken care of and is a firm believer that he is supposed to be providing for you, not the other way around. But sometimes Rolan melts in your palms like butter, basically crawling into your arms and nudging you with his head to ask for some cuddles and to be held without needing to speak.

He’ll casually cast some visual spells around to entertain you while your hands get busy with his hair and your legs tangle with his. A small smile would slowly spread more and more over his face with every second passing where his eyes watching yours sparkle at the illusion of a starry night he casted onto your bedroom ceiling.

(Act 1)

Zevlor // Leader of the Tieflings // Exiled Hellrider

Zevlor deserves the world and you know it, but he doesn’t. At least not yet.

You always gently remind him to take a breather, eat a little something, take a walk to calm his mind or finally retire for the night and go to bed. He appreciates your little reminders and how manage to always make sure he was doing okay, despite all of the stress and troubles plaguing his mind.

Despite your caring nature and your fussing over him, Zevlor actually feels more like a burden to you now. You always make sure he eats a decent meal, even if that’s after every other refugee had a meal for themselves, assure him that he is doing great as their leader despite all the hardships and manage to brighten his mood with your mere presence. He loves you dearly and is thankful for all you do, but seriously, you don’t have to. He’ll be fine by himself.

You shouldn’t be doing this for him, it’s suppose to be the opposite. Or at least Zevlor should be doing more for you and taking care of you, not him.

So, he’ll begin to mirror your actions; whenever you try to bring him some food from the camp, Zevlor has a plate saved for you as well ans now you can have lunch together. You shoo him out of his makeshift meeting chamber and force him to take a little walk outside the grove, he’d extend his arm and have you walk alongside him. You think about heading out and go hunt for some boars, his blade is at the ready for you to use. You try to coerce him to take a nap or sleep for the night, you’ll be having to spoon him from behind to cuddle him.

You can never just take care of him, Zevlor always has to take care of you in return or at first. Only that way he doesn’t feel guilty for you spending your energy and time on solely taking care of him, something he is supposed to be doing on his own but fails so often. He feels a little embarrassed about that, and you can always see how his face blushes and lights up in surprise whenever you re-appear to check in on him.

Oh, what has he done to deserve someone as heavenly as you?

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Zevlors part fell a little short, sorry for that— I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it 🫶 Tysm for the request!!

Check out the event I’m hosting on my blog <3 I’ll choose 4 participating users randomly to receive a personalised letter from their favourite character <3

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <33

Take care of yourselves <3 Remember that you are loved!

[deannamb]

Bouns:

Nobody asked for Gortash, but I HAD to add the rat-man!