the-dork-urge · 9 months ago
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How they'd dance with you - BG3
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Halsin.
Somewhat awkwardly, he maneuvers his large limbs tot he music, occasionally unsure of where to place them. Opting for simplicity instead, he keeps his hands on your lower back, allowing you to lead as he carefully follows your steps. The dance slowly evolves into a gentle sway from side to side. His large hands emanate a comforting warmth throughout your body, beckoning you closer. You sense the tension in his muscles as you press against him. While you are close he shifts one hand from the small of your back to your neck, before he delicately presses your head against his chest. the rythm of his heartbeat overtaking any music near.
Aradin
In the privacy of your room, as you hum a tune, you catch him tapping his feet to the rhythm of your song. Playfully approaching him, you reach for his hand. Before he can object, you pull him close, whispering promises of a different kind of fun if he indulges you in a dance. His cheeks flush, and he clears his throat.
Taking the moment seriously now, he bows and delicately places his hands on your figure. Familiar with the steps, he confidently takes the lead, and you allow him to guide you. Gradually, he loosens up, enjoying himself as you twirl around the room together. As a laugh escapes his lips, you catch a glimpse of his enjoyment, his gaze fixed on you, so captivating as you move before him. In that moment, you realize that next time, he'd willingly dance with you, without any persuasion.
Zevlor
Surprisingly skilled, he moves with nimble footwork, a testament to his training. His hands, careful and light, delicately touch you as if handling something precious. Once at ease, he takes the lead, spinning you around. Catching you effortlessly, a warm smile graces his face as you snuggle into his embrace. The audible thud of his heart echoes as you stand closely together.
Meanwhile, his tail sways behind him, a subtle yet expressive extension of his emotions. With each movement, it mirrors his joy, tapping the air in perfect synchronicity with the music. And through it all, his gaze remains fixed on yours. Rugan
With a lack of grace but abundant energy and enthusiasm, he matches your movements. His hands wander freely, brushing over the parts of you he finds most attractive.
Drawing closer with each passing moment, he becomes the sole focus of your attention, his presence undeniable now. As your hands instinctively explore his body in return, they settle on his hips. Boldly, he moves his hips forward, grinding against you without reservation. Yielding to his advances, you lean into the sensation, feeling his hands snake around you, binding you even closer together.
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newtabfics · 9 months ago
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You remember Aradin who led the goblins to the grove? Well I hate this mf, being racist against tieflings and disrespecting GILF Zelvor, can you do a tiefling reader teaching him a lesson NSFW please? He needs to be put in his place😏
Ya'll ever heard of Amazon position? ;) But also like tail stuff :p
"Oh fuck!" He shouted as she slammed down on his cock roughly. With his knees against his chest in the back of the grove, his face went redder.
He couldn't stop. He felt like he was starting to lose control as he bit his lip, watching how his cock was soaked by the tiefling riding him.
"Gods above, it's too much," He whimpered, eyes rolling back as he felt another thrust of her tail into his lubed hole. "Please~"
He tugged at the binds on his wrists again. His own damned belts bound his hands together as she gripped his hands, riding him faster. He sputtered as his eyes watered.
There, there, the--No! He whined loudly when she pulled up, letting his cock pulse against his stomach.
"Cute," She chuckled, gripping his face. Her flaming eyes looked down at him with anger and lust. "So, tell me. What's your thought on us now? Answer right and you might be the father of a bastard. Maybe more."
"M-More?" He panted, squeezing his hand around her fingers.
She smirked wickedly down at him. "I told you. I was going to fuck you until you learned your lesson. Are you saying you've learned your lesson, Aradin?"
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ickadori · 6 months ago
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++ 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍
[cws] fem reader. durge reader. noncon oral. imprisonment -> aradin is your ‘pet’.
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“Someone’ll come for me, and they’ll have your fuckin’ head when they do.”
“Who? Your dead comrades? I didn’t peg you as smart enough for necromancy, Aradin.” Your fingers smooth over soft silk, the fabric feeling foreign from your months spent in blood and grime crusted rags.
Finally making it to Baldur’s Gate after spending day after day in the wilds nearly brought you more joy than a fresh, messy kill did…nearly. Your first stop had been a proper clothing store rather than some merchant on the side of the road selling pillaged clothing, and your next had been to the Sorcerous Sundries, which had brought you to Aradin and his loathsome mouth.
And that’s how you found yourself here - deep underground in a forgotten haven that was in dire need of a few renovations.
“Even if you were capable enough to rise a dead army, they’d hardly prove themselves to be formidable against me.” The man, currently spellbound and unable to move from his spot on the bed, had seen firsthand the horrors you were capable of committing with barely any spent energy. “I think you know that more than anyone.” You twist and turn in the mirror, silently admiring the way the floor length gown flows with your movements.
“So? You’re just gonna keep me here in this fuckin’ pisshole, is that it? You godsdamned Bhaalist fucks.”
“Would you rather I keep you in a shallow grave?” You turn from the mirror and slowly make your way to the bed, eyes falling on the furious expression painted on his features. It’s the only emotion you’ve seen on him since the moment you met him screaming for help at the closed gates of the Grove, and while it does suit him well, you can’t help but think a more…agonized expression would do him better. “Because while I initially had other uses for you, I have no problem picking out your insides and hanging your corpse in the rafters.”
Sweat beads at his temples, and you raise a hand to smear the liquid into his skin, skin that has been meticulously cleaned and scrubbed by Sceleritas at your behest. Aradin snatches away from your touch, and your fingers are quick to slip into curly, dark locks and snatch them at the root. He hisses through clenched teeth, and your lips quirk at the corners at his pained look.
“Would you like that, Mr. Beno?” Your grip tightens and your stomach clenches, body flooding with that all too familiar rush of endorphins. “Would you like me to show you the true beauty of the human body?” The sudden urge to pull, pull, pull until his scalp separates from the rest of his body is ever strong. Your mouth pools with saliva as you imagine the mess; the blood, the hair, the sight of his skull that would undoubtedly call for you to cave it in and reveal what is hidden underneath - a delicacy.
Another day perhaps, you sigh. You have a different purpose for him today, a purpose that you’ve put off since you stepped -flew- off that damned ship. “Another time perhaps. Tonight, I’d like to indulge in something a little less bloody.” Your grip in his hair loosens, fingers combing through soft curls, and your fingers trail down to smooth over his eyebrows. “You really are quite handsome…” It’s a shame that his mouth frequently overshadows that fact.
Aradin watches with suspicious eyes, but otherwise keeps his mouth closed. You gather the bottom of your dress in your hands and lift it as you climb onto the bed to straddle his waist.
“Wh-” His voice cracks and he sneers at you. “What in the nine hells d’you think you’re doing?”
“Trying out my new pet.” You state, dress resting around your hips as you seat your bare sex on his skin. His flesh is hot, soft, muscles twitching and tensing underneath it, and you sigh as you rock against him. “It’d be in your best interest to try very hard to please your new owner, lest you end up at the end of my blade.”
You shuffle further up his body, hand spilling your dress higher to reveal yourself to him, and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs, tongue briefly darting out to wet his dry lips. He goes to say something but stops, and you don’t have to glance over your shoulder to know that his blood has run south. Men, such easy creatures.
You’re hovering over his face when he finally gets his voice back, but his insults and threats are quickly quieted as you lower your hips, slick pussy kissing against his lips and clit bumping against his nose.
“Now, pet, I do hope that you plan to keep that title.”
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rosys-fans-fics · 9 months ago
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First Steps: Aradin Beno x half drow! Tav
Note: it’s been a while since I’ve written fanfiction so I’m a little rusty.
AO3: First Steps: Aradin x Tav
Aradin did not know what he expected when the half-drow took the night song contract, but he knew he did not expect her to do this. She had come back to the grove with Liam draped over her back. He was barely conscious but was able to get out that he didn’t let the grove’s location slip. Aradin though Liam was as good as dead, looking at his unconscious body curled up in a sleeping back, a part of him thinks he’d be better off that way. Beyond saving Liam’s life and asking for nothing in return, the drow also retrieved some of the gear and personal items from his fallen comrades.
“It’s not much, but it will bring their family some peace,” she said. Aradin had always heard stories of Drow, cold hearted elves driven underground with their women ruling and subjugating anyone they could. But looking at her, he didn’t see anything close to those stories. At first glance, she looked like any normal half-elf with the same slightly pointed ears as Barth. But her complexion was just a tad too ashy to be normal. Almost as if she was close to death. Her hair was also another sign of her Drow heritage, it was a strange shade of white only seen on people from the under dark. The most human thing about her were her eyes. Soft, caring, and memorizing. He felt like she was staring right into his sole.
Aradin took the supplies and told his companions they’d leave as soon as Liam could travel. Before he could do much else, the half drow grabbed his arm.
“You’ll be dead if you leave the grove.” Her voice did not match the strength that she gripped his arm with. Too calm, like she had practiced saying it to everyone.
“The druids won’t like us sticking around. Better to get out now before the gobbos come back.” He tried to sound unbothered but it was difficult with her staring directly into his soul.
“We’re figuring out how to stop the ritual,” her three companions looked bored as they watched them. “Once the goblin camp is cleared, then it’ll be safe to leave.”
Aradin pulled his arm from her grasp, finding her grip all for show. “We don’t have time to wait around for you to straighten out this mess”
“The only way out is chocked with goblins, gnolls, orcs, and bugbears. We’re only alive cause I’m part drow. They won’t be as lenient to you. If you want any chance of seeing another gold piece, you’ll stay put”
The pale elf stepped up next to her, resting an arm on her shoulder, “I’d do what she says, we’d hate to wipe blood off your loot when you’re dead.” He gave a cheeky smile at his little threat.
Aradin tsked, mulling over his options. Look like a coward in front of his crew and hers or staying alive. “Fine. We’ll stay, don’t make us wait long.”
The pale elf turned away with a sing song voice saying, ‘see, it wasn’t that hard’. The wizard and cleric both looked fed up with their leader making a big fuss over him and his crew. But the drow? She gave him a soft smile that almost made Aradin forget her earlier warnings. “Thankyou,” she said before turning around to follow her companions off to their camp.
Aradin pulled himself away from staring at her retreating form to grab a drink. He sat down across from Barth and Remira, taking a long swig of the bland alcohol. The trio sat in silence for a while, each glancing over at Liam to make sure he was still there, still alive.
Remira was the first to break the silence, “she’d make a terrible sell sword. Didn’t even ask for money and gave it to us!” A large smile broke across her lips.
Barth joined in with more praise, “she also got me mum’s locked back from those brats. Thought I’d lost it forever.”
Aradin lost himself in thought about the half-drow. She was so altruistic, saving them at the gates, keeping Zevlor from attacking him, and saving Liam. She wasn’t a paladin as far as he knew. Most likely a ranger based on how she favored the bow over more close ranged weapons. He wondered why she was doing all this. Could she really afford to adventure without focusing on money? Just doing good deeds? Her companions did not seem like the type to go along with making the world a better place, but they stuck around with her.
It only took two days for her to return to the grove with Halsin in tow. The large elf didn’t seem to hold any ill will towards Aradin for leaving him to die. He’d even invited his group to stay for the party to celebrate the goblins’ defeat. Aradin almost declined until the drow caught his eyes, that sweet smile across her lips, that was all it took for him to accept.
Parties were not his thing. Not even the alcohol was enough to get him to socialize with the people there. Barth and Remira had ran off to talk to some teifling bard. Liam was healed up enough to be talking to the druids. That just left Aradin, standing off to the side, watching everyone have a good time. He was lost in thought that he didn’t realize the drow had approached him.
“Hey,” he jumped a bit but quickly composed himself, “how you enjoying the party? Worth sticking around for?” She looked up at him with such a genuine smile on her face. It had been a while sense someone looked at Aradin like that.
He took a moment to compose himself, masking it by taking a swig of the alcohol, “beats being dead. But could use better wine.”
She let out a cute giggles, “can I talk to you in private?”
That truly caught Aradin off guard, “what? Don’t want to be seen talking to me?”
She rolled her eyes, “just have a few things to discuss that I’d rather not have people eavesdropping on.”
Aradin gave her a nod and let her lead him away from the party. She took him down to the beach next to the grove. To his surprise, a white dog and owl beat cub were curled up next to each other sleeping.
“Didn’t know you brought pets with you,” Aradin was cautious not to wake to animals.
“I found them near the goblin camp. Scratch, the dog, was guarding his owner who the goblins killed and the owl bear cub was captured by the goblins after they killed his mom.” She sat down on the sand, gazing fondly at the two.
Aradin followed suit, placing himself close enough to her that they might touch without it being obvious, “you brought me out here to talk about your dog and cub?”
She shook her head but still kept looking at the duo, “I wanted to offer you some information we found on the night song,” she pulled out a small leather bound journal and opened it to a page with multiple notes scribbled down. “The night song isn’t in a Selûne temple. Whatever it is, is hidden in a Shar temple in the shadowlands.”
Aradin skimmed over the notes in her journal, they confirmed what she was saying. “So why you given this to me? I ain’t sending my crew after the night song again if that’s what worries you.”
She looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked, “while it’s not the night song, I hope Lorroakan will pay for information on its location. Especially considering he doesn’t know where it’s actually located.”
Aradin scoffed, “so you want me to be your errand boy? I ain’t-”
“I want you to take the money,” she cut him off. “Get your crew to Baldur’s Gate and get whatever the wizard is willing to pay for that information.”
That truly stunned Aradin, “what’s the catch? Drows aren’t this friendly.”
She bristled at his words. She reached up and grabbed the front of his tunic, pulling him down slightly. “I’m helping you and you insult me? Forget it you’re an ass.” She pushed him back and snatched her journal back.
“Wait, no!” She turned back to look at him, “I am… sorry. Im not used to people being nice, not without me giving something in return.” Aradin took a deep breath, steeling himself for how vulnerable he was being. “Thanks for savin’ my life, gettin Barth’s mums locket back, saving Liam and the Druid, it’s more than anyone has done for me. I don’t know what I could give you in return but thank you for all of it.”
Her face softened back to a smile, “I don’t do good things so people give me stuff. I just like helping.” She ripped the page of notes on the night song from her journal and handed to him. “All I need you to do is stay alive long enough to get some gold.”
He smiles back, in the moonlight she looked very pretty, her eyes sparkled, and Aradin’s cheeks flushed.
She began to fidget with her journal, “there is one thing I wanted to ask you to do. It’s kind of a big request but I’m willing to give you some stuff to help if you agree.”
Aradin raised a brow at her, standing up to match her gaze, “yeah? What kind of problem do you need my help with?”
“Both your crew and the Teiflings are heading to Baldur’s gate. My crew can’t accompany them so I was wondering if you would? I know you and Zevlor don’t get along but it would mean a lot if you helped them”
Aradin was disappointed that this was her request. His gut reaction was to say no, let the Teiflings fend for themselves. But her words made him second guess himself. Helping just to be nice? People don’t do that, especially for people they don’t like. Zevlor didn’t help his group when the goblins chased them back, only telling Aradin that they should have died instead of trying to live.
“Why do you do this?” Aradin asked.
“I told you I like helping?” Her brows raised.
“I mean, why do you help people that don’t like you. You’re a drow, I doubt the Teiflings or Druids were thrilled to have you running to their rescue. Hells, I was an ass to you so why are you helping me?” He gestured at himself to emphasize his point.
“I never had people want to help me when I struggled. It was just my mom and I, no one let us stay for long before running us out of town. No one wanted to help a half-drow. I don’t want to be like those people. If I can make the world just a little better, try to bring people together, maybe that wont happen to the next kid.” Her arms crossed over herself and she looked to the ground.
Aradin thought back to his own childhood. His parents weren’t around for long and he learned how to survive on the streets after they were gone. People rarely stopped to help a starving kid in Baldur’s Gate. Had he stopped to help any kids now that he was an adult? He was becoming the type of people he hated as a kid, so self focused and unable to see those struggling outside themselves.
“Fine, I’ll help get the Teiflings to Baldur’s Gate,” He finally answered. “But it Zevlor tries to punch me again, then I’m leaving him and his group behind.”
“Just don’t call him a foul blood and I think you’ll be good,” she playfully punched his arm, grinning up at him. “I have extra supplies your crew can use, some better armor and weapons.”
“You sure your crew will be fine if we take a bunch of their stuff?”
She gave him a reassuring smile, “they don’t need anything more than they can carry, they’ll understand. And thank you for agreeing to help, it means a lot and I know Zevlor and the Teiflings will appreciate it.”
“You convinced me. And thanks for the Nightsong info, I’ll get that wizard to cough up something.” Aradin reached out his hand for her to take, “would you like to stay here a little longer? You don’t get views like this in the city.”
She blushed and took his hand, “I’d like that.”
The two sat down together on the beach. The drow leaned her head against his shoulder and Aradin relaxed knowing she was feeling a similar way to him. He leaned into her, laying his head against hers. The two shared a quiet night there until they heard her crew calling out for her.
She sighed and stood up, his hand reached out to grab hers before she left, “thank you Aradin, I’ll see you in the morning.” She gave his hand a tight squeeze before walking back to camp. The owl bear cub and dog both woke up to follow her back.
Aradin waited a bit before leaving to join his own group. He found that Remira and Liam had already fallen asleep with Barth being the only one left awake.
Aradin nodded to Barth before curling up in his own sleeping bag.
“What are you doing with the drow?” Barth asked.
“Half-drow, I’ll tell you in the morning,” Aradin heard Barth chuckle before getting into his own sleeping bag.
“Whatever you say boss.”
The morning came far too quickly for Aradin’s liking and started off far too busy. From the Teiflings packing up their wagons to the druids clearing out the grove, it was all far too much. Aradin headed toward’s the other adventuring group to meet up with the Half-drow again. She created him with a big smile before pulling him over towards a traveling trunk. She pulled out some improved weapons along with armor. One of her companions stopped to chastise her about giving all their supplies away only for her to say they had more than enough.
The two set off to meet up with Aradin’s group and distribute the gear. Remira got an improved two handed bow and some bracers, Liam a sword and armor, and Barth a stronger shield.
“Oh before I forget,” she reached for her necklace and unhooked a silver pendant. “It’s enchanted to offer guidance, it will help when dealing with Zevlor.” She placed the pendant in his hand, letting her hand linger longer than necessary. With a quick squeeze she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “good luck, I hope to see you again.” And she was off.
The feeling of her lips on his cheek lingered, he wanted to run after her and kiss her. He was knocked out of his fantasy by Barth slapping him on the shoulder.
“So you got some last night? Didn’t know Drow was your type.”
Aradin pushed Barth’s hand off him, “nothin like that happened.”
Remira laughed, “so she handed out gear for free?”
“She asked us to escort the Teiflings to Baldur’s Gate. The gear and some info on the nightsong is our payment.” Aradin explained.
Remira and Barth both looked exasperated at the thought of spending more time around the Teiflings but one look from Aradin got them heading over to the wagon train. Liam stayed besides Aradin, “so we’re helping the Teiflings out? What about what happened earlier?”
Aradin clasped Liam around the shoulder and began walking towards the wagons, “someone’s got to help them, might as well be us.”
Zevlor gave Aradin a curt nod as the two approached, “thank you for agreeing to help escort the wagons, we need all the swords we can get.”
“Don’t mention it, old man” Aradin and his crew helped load the last of the Teifling’s supplies into the wagons before pushing off to the mountain path. He looked back at the grove to try and catchable glimpse of the half drow. He saw a glimpse of her white hair before the tree line obscured her and her party. Aradin turned back to the road, he looked down at the silver pendant she had gifted him and felt the guiding energy from it.
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reverieblondie · 23 days ago
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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
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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…”
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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. 
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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…
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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. 
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dark-and-kawaii · 5 months ago
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Caught ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
✧˖°. Summary: You get caught riding the hellrider.
✧˖°. Content: NSFW - Creampie - Penis In Vag - Breeding - Giving Zevlor All The Love - Begging - Masturbation - Big Dick Zevy
✧˖°. Ship: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader
Notes: I’ve had this idea for a while now that Aradin goes to confess his feelings to you only to find you straddling the hellspawn he loathes. Please enjoy xoxo
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As you returned from the goblin camp a gentle breeze of the evening brushed through the grove, stirring the leaves as you stepped through the groves gate. Your return from the goblin camp was nothing short of a miracle, considering the dangers that lurked beyond the grove, so of course you came back with some injuries. It was inevitable considering there were so many beasts…
Your return from the goblin camp had been met with relief and concern from the tieflings whom you aided. Zevlor, of course, had been among them. His features taut with guilt… It was he who had spoken so passionately of the need to clear the path to Baldur's Gate. It was he who had asked for help. The weight of his words are what made you jump into action, and now, the consequence of that decision marked your skin… His eyes never once leaving the bandages wrapped amongst your arm…
The evening soon began to buzz with low conversations and the evening songs of the cicadas. You scanned the grove for the commander you had grown fond of, eager to tell him of the battles you faced and how you were thankful to be able to return to him- erm to the grove… But Zevlor was nowhere to be found.
“Looking for Zevlor?” Tilly asked with a smile, but it soon faded into a frown,“He was looking for you, but he... he just left shortly after you returned. He seemed upset. Went out that way,” she said, pointing towards the woods that skirted the grove.
You looked back to her, then to the woods, then to her again, a look of confusion crossing your features, “Why would he-? Thank you Tilly, I appreciate you telling me where he went.”
Tilly smiled yet again, “I hope everything's alright. He's been so stressed out lately, he could use the company. Just... go easy on him, okay?” she gave a subtle wink before turning away to return to the others.
A blush spread across your cheeks, “I-i will.” Is all you could muster up as you left towards where she pointed.
It didn't take you long to find him, though you were sure he was purposely making it harder for anyone to find him. You could see the guilt in his face as he sat on a fallen tree trunk, his gaze set on the sunset.
“Zevlor? Why are you out here all alone?” Your voice was so soft, filled with concern as you approached the commander.
Zevlor's head sunk, his eyes never meeting yours, “I'm terribly sorry, Tav,” he began, his voice thick with regret, “What happened to you today... I can't help but feel responsible. If I was stronger, if I wasn't so afraid to leave my people unprotected...”
You stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Reaching out, your fingers gently tilting his chin so he had to look at you. “It's okay,”your eyes never leaving his, a small smile appearing on your lips, “You shouldn’t worry. I wanted to do this for your people… I wanted to do it for you.” Your thumb grazed along his bottom lip, his skin was warm beneath your fingertips, your other hand gently stroking the side of his face, your voice low and breathy, “I'd do anything for you... Zevlor”
You looked like a true goddess, the light of the setting sun illuminated your features, the breeze causing a few strands of your hair to come undone from the rest. Your hand was so soft against his cheek. Your lips were glossed, and those eyes of yours, by the gods they were so genuine and filled with a passion he hadn’t seen in a long time. He was drawn in, leaning into your touch, his lips parted as he spoke, “Tav... I- you-“
Cupping his face, “it’s okay,” you whispered softly before your lips met his.
Aradin had heard about your successful return, how you had managed to fight your way through the goblin camp. His heart swelled with relief and something else, something deeper that had been fermenting in the shadow of his thoughts for quite some time now since meeting you.
The adventurer sought you out, his eyes scanning the familiar hellspawn faces of the grove… Bloody horns were the reason you had returned with an injury. Their hell leader being the one that tricked you to do his dirty work for him…Aradin’s jaw tensed at the thought. He had heard about how Zevlor had sent you out on your own. He had heard how the commander had not even the slightest intention of joining you, and Aradin's blood boiled. Him and the other tieflings didn’t belong here, they were better off chained up and sent back to the hells of which they came.
“Bloody hellspawns, they shouldn't even be here, they're nothin but trouble.” He muttered under his breath as his eyes scanned the grove once more, searching for you.
Nothing. You were nowhere to be found.
His anger was growing, his patience dwindling, when suddenly he realized that perhaps you left the grove again. The thought of you out there, in the danger of the forest alone, “hells…” he cursed before storming towards the woods.
Aradin didn’t have to venture too far outside the grove before he heard a scream, your scream to be exact. His feet moved quickly as his heart pounded, fearing the worst. His heart sank as he approached the source of the scream, he just now remembered that the damn hellspawn named Zevlor wasn’t in the grove either. Images of your bloody body on the ground next to the tielfing flooded his thoughts and in seconds he had his blade ready.
Rage fueled his movements, when suddenly, his eyes fell on you. There you were, in the arms of the one he loathed the most, Zevlor. The coward who didn't deserve someone like you.
You were straddling him, his ridged cock halfway buried inside you, your body glistening with sweat.
“Z~Zevlor~!” Your moans were soft, your back arched as you bounced on his cock, your fingers buried in the tieflings tussled hair, “fu-please! I- You~ s’big~”
The hellrider groaned, his claws digging into the plump flesh of your ass as he helped you ride his cock. Your name falling from his lips, “Tav-“ his hips snapping to meet yours, causing his thick length to bottom out.
“S’big~ s-so meaty~” you whimper, your pussy fluttering around his shaft, your body shivering in his grasp. The sight of the two of you like this had Aradin’s cock painfully hard. He could see everything, your slick arousal dripping down Zevlor's veiny cock, how your sloppy cunt gripped the hellrider’s cock as you lifted your hips… And oh how you looked so fucked out as your hair clung to your face.
“H-hells…,” Zevlor moans, his chest rising and falling as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.
“Zev~ please~” You beg, your nails digging into his shoulder, your body aching for release, “I-I wanna cum!” Tearspricked the corners of your eyes as you cried out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix so good, “W-wan’ you~ cum n’side till’ preg-nant” you gasp, your thighs trembling.
Aradin couldn't help but stare at the way your juices squirted from your pussy, watching the way the slick pooled and clung to the tieflings sack. Fuck, he had never seen such a slutty cunt, nor had he ever imagined a woman, let alone you would crave the seed of a hellspawn.
He was torn.
Torn between the need to tear you off Zevlor and have his way with you, and the need to just fuck himself senseless at the sight of your debauchery.
“Fuck!” He growled, his hand palming his hardened length through his trousers, the need to pleasure himself becoming a priority.
Zevlor's breathing became heavier, “D-don’t say such thing- m-my dear-“ he lifted you up, your back hitting the forest floor softly. A small whimper leaving your lips as his cock left your cunt, his hands moving to the back of your knees, spreading you wide, before pressing his tip to your quivering hole, “an old soul such as me- would only dream of such a thing. T-this- I don't- deserve-“
Your hand reached up, cupping his face, a smile pulling at your swollen lips, “Y-you deserve it, d-deserve everything~” your leg slid up the side of his hip, hooking over his waist, the back of your ankle resting against his ass, your hand gripping one of his horns, pulling him down so that his lips were hovering over yours, “make me yours~” your voice was like silk, your eyes half lidded, a look of pure lust consuming you.
A groan rumbled in the back of his throat, “I can only pray you never grow tired of this worn tiefling,” his tongue snaking out to lick at his fangs, his body trembling. With a tender smile, his cock was pressing into you once more, his hips snapping, the entirety of his girth filling your pussy in a single thrust, a loud gasp leaving you.
“N-never~!”
Aradin bit his bottom lip, his cock aching in his hand, the sight before him had him panting, his eyes fixated on your face.
You threw your head back, mouth hanging open as Zevlor stretched you, his size was impressive. Despite riding him for what felt like hours your cunt still wasn’t adjusted to him. Your legs quivered, your back arched off the forest floor, your free hand gripping the dirt and leaves as the commander began pounding into your sloppy cunt. His tail wrapping around one of your legs, “you have such a sweet voice, moan for me again my dear.”
You obliged, “Don't stop~ Zev~lor~”
His grip tightening, his pace fast and relentless, just how you wanted it. Every snap of his hips drives his cock deeper, making your eyes roll back in your head and your body shake. Each time his thick veins and ridges rub over the over sensitive bundle of nerves within you, a wave of pleasure crashes over your mind, wiping out any coherent thoughts.
It felt like he was stirring up your insides, making a mess of your guts and marking you as his just as you begged.
“Cu-Cum~ n’side pwfh’lease!”
Aradin grunted, he could feel his own release building.
“O-Oh gods, Tav,” Zevlor moaned, his pace becoming sloppy, his balls tightening. The sight of you, a complete mess, begging for a him to fill you, it was almost enough to push him over the edge, until he saw your injured arm… “i- Tav- I can’t- I don-t deserv-“
Your body tensed, your cunt squeezing his cock, milking him for his seed, “I-I love you~”
Zevlor’s eyes widened, “Wh-what? T-Trul~ argh~!” his cock throbbing inside of you, his cum flooding your womb. Those words were all it took…
You trembled beneath him, your own climax washing over you, “love you Zevlor~!!!!”
Aradin gasped, his seed spilling from his cock and into his hands and onto the forest flooring… He watched as the hellspawn kept himself from falling on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. His eyes shut tight as he continued to cum, his face a deeper red than normal, fangs bared, his hips slowly rocking. He watched as the tiefling’s spent cock slowly slipped from you, his seed leaking from your gaping hole. You looked absolutely spent, your skin slick with sweat, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.
He could hear your whimpers, how you were begging the commander to not leave you, to hold you. How could he deny you such a thing? He watched as Zevlor pulled you into his lap, his tail wrapped around you protectively. The hellspawn held you close, his lips kissing along your face, whispering words Aradin couldn't make out, before his lips pressed to yours.
Aradin stood there, unable to move, his body weak from his release, his heart feeling heavy in his chest.
You were in love with a devil, and it was clear this devil wouldn’t let you go, spilling his seed into you till you were good and pregnant.
He watched as Zevlor and you buried your faces into one another, the way he was holding you so tenderly, the way his tail flicked every so often, the way you clung to him… Even if Aradin wanted to jump out and point his sword at the tiefling , there was no way in hells you’d allow it.
A bitter chuckle left him, before he turned and made his way back towards the grove, his hands covered in his seed. He couldn't help but feel like he had been the real fool this entire time, he was so sure he would be the one to claim your heart, not a cowardly hellspawn.
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Head
[A/n:This is a yandere reader, btw, well it's implied]
Summary:You bring them the head of their enemy
Type:Hcs:Astarion X Gn!Reader: Karlach X Gn!Reader: Zevlor X Gn!Reader: Lae'zel X Gn!Reader
Version:Bg3
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Karlach
She doesn't know whether to be horrified or happy
You got the head of Zariel? Fucking Zariel!
How strong are you?!
She's actually stunned
Stares at it for hours trying to figure out if she should be horrified or not
Everyone is...besides Lae'zel and Astarion of course
In the end she decides to just thank you, but words can not express her true gratitude
Astarion
He feels like he's in heaven
The head of Cazador, right in his very hand
But then again, he's abit upset he couldn't kill him
He destroyed the head afterwards
Who else who you behead for him?
After thinking about it, he's feels a warm feeling of gratitude and abit of fear
It reminds Astarion how your stronger than him, alot stronger, and it scares him alittle
Zevlor
Honestly, I think he'd he horrified, especially if it was Aradin or Kagha
He didn't like them, but having even one of their heads has him scared of what else you'd do
But he didn't kick you out
Just gave a shaky thanks and got rid of the head
He thinks about it a lot
Like alot
After a while, he actually feels a little revealed you killed them, one less thing to worry about
Lae'zal
She already liked you before, but now? Gods
She loves it, like actually you can see the head at her tent
She stares at it alot, you can hear her mocking the head at night, and day funny enough
She will find a way to repay you, maybe get you a head of your own
You two scare the other companions
She'd kiss you if you two are dating
Might stab the head with a dagger at some point
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[A/n: I wrote this quicker than I'd like, lol. I hope you enjoyed]
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gaysindistress · 3 months ago
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Requests? Honestly, anything that sees that beautiful old Hellrider happy and no longer pent up.
Pent up you say? *cue evil laughter* pent up Zevlor you shall receive.
pairings: Zevlor x f!reader
Warnings: suggestive nsfw
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Paladins are holy warriors, soldiers trained to fight for a divine cause and never hold anything about it. Marriage is difficult to uphold when your spouse is programmed to think about a god’s well being above yours. Sex is not exactly a great time when your partner is consumed by thoughts of their god rather than indulging in the one before them. Conversations are no easy feat if you do not share the same faith and you’d be hard pressed to find a paladin who would even give you the time of day in that case.
But an oath breaker?
They are godless.
They are devoted fighters with no faith to draw strength from.
They are searching for something, or rather someone, to place their faith in again.
Before the events of Moonrise, Zevlor would’ve felt guilty for the thoughts he has about you. Before he would’ve been disgusted by the way he envisioned what your body would feel like against his. He would’ve hated himself for imagining the arch of your back as you bent over his desk. He would’ve detested the way his body betrays his self control and grows rigid at the sound of his name falling from your lips.
But what I think he would hate the most is how he was deprived of you for so long, especially when you’re mewing out for him in his bed.
It takes every ounce of strength and thread of self control that he has to not
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“Where are you going?”
I hear a voice call from behind me and I briefly glance over my shoulder at Aradin. He’s basking in whatever shitty afterglow he finds himself enjoying and lazily trailing his eyes up my naked form.
“Where does it look like I’m going?” I respond in a clipped tone while I search for my clothes.
“No you’re not. Come here,” he says in that awful wannabe seductive tone and tries to grab at my arm.
My reaction is almost too violent and by me ripping my arm away, I almost hit it against the headboard. He makes some comment under his breath about how ridiculous I am and if I really hated him that much then why do I even come here. It takes everything in me to not shout at him that I would rather let Astarion use me as his personal blood bank than continue to sleep with his pompous ass but a girl’s got needs.
I finish getting dressed and leave the suffocating room without a second look at Aradin. The full body shutter washes over me the moment the door closes behind me. My stomach feels empty yet sick from the lack of food and self disgust that I’m feeling. As if on auto pilot, I find my way out of the Elfsong and to the street where a young girl is selling fresh baked goods. I hand her a few gold coins for an orange roll that I mindlessly tear pieces off of as I stroll through the city. The morning is still new; the air is moist and smells of salt while the sun quickly rises in the sky and begins to warm the day. I pause in front of the docks and close my eyes as I take a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the sea.
“Excuse me! Y/N!”
The sound of my name being loudly yelled forces me to open my eyes and turn towards my right. Alfira is wildly waving at me while racing down the street to catch up to me.
“Y/N! I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks now but you’re surprisingly hard to find.” She says, albeit out of breath and with a wide smile on her face. “You should come over so we can talk.”
The traces of Aradin still cling to me and I grimace at her statement before I can stop it. Her brows knit together in confusion and subtle offense.
Fuck.
“I would love to Alfira but right now is not a great time. How about I come by tomorrow night?”
She narrows her eyes at me as they survey me. I shuffle under her sharp gaze and freeze when she stares at my neck. Her eyes grow wild as she makes eye contact with me.
“Oh gods please tell me Zevlor didn’t do that. I don’t think I could handle hearing about your escapades,” she giggles and feigns playful disgust. Her giggles fall short when I don’t share them. My grimace grows while her eyes grow even wider and she lets out the loudest gasp imaginable. I grab her by the arm and pull her towards a less busy area when people start to look. I hiss her name at her to get her to quiet down.
“Who did that to you? Does he know? Oh gods he’s so hopelessly in love with you, y/n! What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him? Please tell me you’re not going to see who ever tried to eat your neck last night!” She all but shrieks in rapid succession.
I hiss her name again, “Alfira! You need to quiet down before the whole city knows my business.”
“Well?”
I let out a groan of frustration and rub my hand down my face before I answer. “No i didn’t spend the night with him. I spent it with….someone else.”
“Who?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“It was Aradin wasn’t it?”
We share a look of mutual concern for my sanity after I slowly nod. She lets out a scoff and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Him? Of everyone in Baldurs Gate, why him?”
I shrug while shoving the rest of my roll into my mouth so I don’t have to answer her.
“I can smell him in you, you know that?”
Double fuck.
My chewing freezes. I shake my head.
“And that means if I can, then Zevlor will be able to as well so you’re going to come over, scrub your skin until it’s raw, and pray that I have enough candles to cover it all up.” Her tone is final and leaves no room for me to argue with her so I don’t. I let her boss me around and we fall into idle conversation as we walk to her apartment.
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Tea has been brewed, candles lit, food made, and my body thoroughly cleansed. I can hardly move without being hit with a wave of orange blossom thanks to the hair oils and lotions Alfira let me borrow. Even my clothes were taken to be washed so i had to borrow clothes from her as well but with how large they are, I know they can’t be hers or Larkissa’s. The billowy white shirt smells faintly of metal, the forest, and something else I can’t put my finger on.
The two tieflings are being grossly cute together stealing love sick looks at each other as Alfira and I talk. At one point I mock throwing up at one particularly adorable look and earn myself a playful shove from the bard. We descend into a fit of giggles so hard that I have trouble catching my breath. Alfira sniffles from the tears that have sprung from her eyes and wipes away at them.
When I do catch my breath, I take a deep breath and wind my hair into a loose knot so it’s off my neck. I’m in the middle of thanking Alfira for bringing me over and forcing me to stay when the front door opens. Lakrissa greets whoever it is and I assume it’s one of their friends so I tip my head back to say hello too. My voice stalls about half way through the word when I make eye contact with the Hellrider Commander.
Alfira lets out a squeak and glances quickly at my neck, causing Lakrissa to do the same. The tiefling wives share a look of understanding as Lakrissa steps between us and Zevlor while Alfira practically yanks my hair down. Everything happens so quickly that all I can manage to do is let out a small yelp of pain and glare at her.
Zevlor sits down next to me, scanning both Alfira and myself with a sharp eye. His entire body tenses when he gets to my neck. I quickly look at Alfira who’s gone pale if that’s even possible and has her lip trapped between her teeth.
“Anyone hungry?” Lakrissa loudly announces and partially saves us from the suffocating tension that is filling the room.
I wait about 15 minutes before quietly excusing myself from the table and disappearing up to the roof. Before I leave the room, I glance back to find that Zevlor is already watching me. the eye contact we make is fleeting but there’s no mistaking the longing and heartbreak that’s pooling in his eyes.
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I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been out on the roof but it’s grown dark by the time I hear the hatch open. The wind blows a gust of a familiar scent towards me; the same as the shirt I’m wearing and one I dreamt of for months now.
“Join me?”
There’s nothing for a moment and I fear that he would pretend to not hear me and walk away. That fear is nullified when he does join me and sits beside me on the blanket that’s been left up here. There are only a few inches between us but our shoulders are close enough that I can feel his natural warmth. Like a moth to a flame, I want to lean into him and enjoy the heat that lives within him.
“How did you know where to find me?” I choose to ask so I don’t lay my head on his shoulder.
“She’s worried about you,” he responds while staring up at the night sky, “she asked me to come check on you.”
Sighing, I drop my gaze to my hands that are draped over my knees. My fingers dance with each other in the pale moonlight, twirling and rolling over one another.
“Do you wish to be alone?” He asks in a quieter voice. I can’t bring myself to look at him just yet nor do I trust my voice so I simply shake my head.
We sit in silence for some time, watching the stars enjoy their nightly party and dance together in harmony. The longer we stay like this, the closer I feel we become. By the time he finds his voice again to say my name, my shoulder bumps into his and he pulls away slightly to my dismay.
“What’s that look for?” he asks when I look between him and my shoulder.
“You didn’t have to move away. I don’t mind that you’re….that we were….it was okay.”
He stares down at me with an unreadable expression before shaking his head and turning back to the sky.
“You are with someone. It would be inappropriate for me to… to touch you.” His tone is clipped as he grits out the words. I don’t miss the way his jaw flexes or how his hands curl into small fists before slowly unfurling.
“I am not,” jumps out with my breathy voice and he blinks at me with an arched brow. “I’m not with anyone.”
“His scent lingers on you still,” he nearly snarls between clenched teeth. His infernal eyes are squeezed shut and his nose is flared with his breath coming in short, swallow breathes.
I take a calculated risk and grab him by his chin, forcing him to look at me, “I’m not with him, Zevlor.”
“You reek of him, Y/N. You must think me a fool if you think that I’d believe you’re not with him.” He grips my wrist and tries to pull it away but I can’t let him. I can’t let him slip away again, not when I have him so close.
“I've been trying to forget you.” I whisper and let my gaze fall to his lips. His hand flexes on my wrist, tightening around it as he searches my face for a hint of dishonesty. Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I’m bold but either way I lean towards him as I tell him that Aradin has been a failing attempt to forget him.
“That’s a lie,” he chokes out with eyes squeezed shut. His features are pulled taunt from his internal struggle of whether or not to push me away or to believe me.
Pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, I whisper to him that it’s not.
“Prove it.”
We meet in a desperate yet slow kiss as we try to commit this moment to memory. My hands slid from his chin to his jaw, cupping it as I begin to lose myself in the feeling of him. I feel his cradle my neck but it’s not enough. I need him to touch me. I need to feel him gripping at my body in the way I know he wants to.
I find myself moving closer to him until one of his hands falls to my waist and his claws dig into my hip. I take the opportunity to climb onto his lap and let my fingers grip the hair at the base of his neck. Zevlor lets out a deep guttural breath when I sit down and pull at his ponytail. My own embarrassing moan slips out when I feel him press it against my core. He pulls away from me causing me to chase after his lips but his raspy voice stops me.
“Y/N,” he whispers, “I will either have you to myself or not at all.”
Before he can say anything more, I hurriedly whisper back, “you’re the only one I want.”
He dips his head to plant wet kisses down my jaw and whispers against the skin of my neck, “tell me that you’re mine.”
I quietly mumble something incoherent and let out a high pitched whine when he sucks a bruise at the edge of my jaw. He urges me to say it.
“I’m yours, Zevlor. Only yours.”
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captain039 · 1 year ago
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The tieflings of Elturel
Zevlor x tiefling!reader
Warnings: AOB, age gap, angst, gore, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, claiming, Male Tav insert (Druid elf)
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I’m honestly terrible at remember names lol I’m gonna get them wrong xD
Upon arriving to the Grove you were so happy for shelter, for some relaxation and peace. The druids however were not all inclined to you staying despite what Halsin said. You were exhausted from the days on the road, from the fall, you don’t know how much more your omega body could handle. You weren’t the only omega though and you had to help your people. You were sorting out some supplies when you saw Zevlor, a stern look on his face. Gods what did those Druids do now? you sighed a little continuing your sorting before Zevlor called your name. You perked up as he cocked his head for you to follow and you did. You followed him through the stone doors and into his private area.
“What is it?” You asked sensing the alphas stress.
“The Druids want us gone, with Halsin not here-“ he growled and you gulped a little trying to calm him with your scent. He was usually so composed, but with what’s been happening lately he was getting ready to burst.
“Apologies child I-“ he sighed back turned to you as you stepped closer.
“It’s alright, what can I do?” You asked as he turned to you.
“You’ve done too much already, I want you to rest” he said and you hesitated.
“I have to help-“ you gestured out the door referring to the camp.
“Zevlor!” Tilses called rushing in.
“What is it?” Zevlor asked now on high alert.
“Aradin and his crew are back, but we’ve got problems-“ before the woman could finish Zevlor growled and stormed out, you following suit. You headed to the gate seeing Aradin and his fighters and a pack of goblins behind him. It happened quickly, Harkon got shot, his dead body falling to the floor. The gate slid shut as you ducked from more arrows. You saw Wyll out the corner of your eye as he jumped down the rocks to help. You prepared a spell, protecting the fighters down below, concentrating your magic on them as they fought. Zevlor knelt close to the edge his crossbow in hand. You saw another group appear behind the goblins and they began fighting as well. You extended your protection to them feeling the drain heavily in your body as you pushed through. The fighting stopped and you fell to your knees.
“Everyone inside now!” Zevlor yelled as the gate was opened.
“Gods, are you alright?” He asked as you nodded smiling weakly.
“Just need a moment” you muttered as you tried to get up. Zevlor caught you quickly and you felt your body tingle in response.
“Sorry-“ you forced your body up taking in his alpha scent as he gave you a worried look.
“I’ll be fine, we’ve got company it seems” you said glancing to the four travellers. You smiled and waved the older alpha off who hesitated, but nodded. You headed back to your camp a headache brewing as you sat in your bedroll.
“Excuse me” you frowned looking up seeing the group and standing back up.
“I wanted to thank you for your help” you smiled at the beta elf before glancing to his companions.
“Of course, did any goblins get you?” You asked and they shook their heads.
“Netties the healer in the sanctuary, I don’t know if they’ll let you in though, Arron’s the trader also he is just up there” you pointed and they nodded.
“Zevlor will want to speak to you too, he’s-“ you searched for your leader.
“Probably through that stone door down there” you pointed again.
“Thank you” The elf said and you nodded smiling.
“If you need gear see Dammon, he’s by the sorry excuse of a forge” you chuckled making the elf smile.
“Are you alright?” One of his companions asked, a human, just above the shoulder length brown hair and purple robes.
“Yes, just tired, that spell takes a lot out of you” you said.
“Of course, I’ve never seen it before” he added intrigued.
“Tiefling secret” you chuckled.
“Ah of course” the man grinned.
“Best of luck on your journey” you said as they left with goodbyes. You sagged a bit going back to your bed and laying down. You fell asleep some time someone nudging you awake gently. You shot up before Zevlor scent and voice hit you.
“Easy, it’s just me” he said and you sighed in relief looking to him and the two bowls he had.
“It’s not much again” he said handing you the simple stew and spoon.
“It’s food” you shrugged as the older alpha sat by you. You ate in silence seeing the travelling group still here.
“Hung around did they?” You asked nodding to them.
“Hm? Yes they’ve agreed to help us surprisingly, I don’t know how, killing a whole goblin came can’t be that easy” Zevlor chuckled softly and you smiled.
“They seem to be a powerful bunch, gods know we need the help” you said lying your empty bowl down.
“How are you feeling?” He asked looking to you. You hesitated, honestly you felt ready to burst from exhaustion and everything that’s happened, you had no safe space or comfort to find and you were always on edge.
“I’m alright just a bit tired” you lied shrugging as you avoided his worried eyes.
“You can’t lie to me omega” he muttered and you flushed embarrassed, hiking your knees to your chest, tail coming around you.
“If I tell the truth you won’t let me do anything” you grumbled a bit with a sigh.
“You’ve done too much already, I need you strong” he said and you gulped silently.
“I sleep, I eat, I have a bed and shelter, I’ll be fine tomorrow promise” you stated shutting yourself off trying to avoid breathing in the calming alpha scent he was giving off.
“Very well, do sleep well child” he said taking your bowl and leaving. You cursed yourself softly and laid back on the bed, gods you hated this and this situation. You hated even more that you felt connected to Zevlor somehow, his scent always stood out from the others, so much more inviting, you craved to be near him at all times. You were in his eyes a child though despite being an adult, he’d never see you as a potential mate or companion, not that you should be thinking about that now. Every night you wished you could lay in his bedroll with him, curled up against him, his warmth and scent surrounding you, it would bring you comfort, stop this ache and need.
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sn00kumss · 4 months ago
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Welcome
Hello and welcome to my blog of BG3 writing. I am accepting request and have certain rules of what I won’t be writing. I’ll try to keep the pin as short as possible!
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Characters I write for
Astarion
Gale
Wyll
Halsin
Raphael
Rolan
Zevlor
Aradin
Dammon
Gortash
Shadowheart
Karlach
Lae’zel
Mizora
Jaheira
Dame
Isobel
Orin
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Requesting
You may send up to 3 request at one time
You may request angst, fluff, smut, and few other things.
Please note when requesting the description is very helpful
I do accept requests to write your Tav x canon as well
DO NOT REQUEST IF
Your request glorifies abuse in a loving light
If you’ve already requested 3 times total at once
DO REMEMBER
When requesting, this blog is ran by 1 person, each request will take time
If I answer your ask, I will link your request I’ve written
Reblogs/Likes help a lot! And allow my writings to reach the fandom and newcomers so support is not required to enjoy my work but highly encouraged and appreciated.
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Rules / Be kind or say nothing at all!
No Hate Speech - Hate speech towards writer & Anons is not allowed! I do not tolerate it nor do I justify it.
No Racism- the way this has to be repeated is sad. I don’t tolerate racism and nor will I brush it off as humorous either.
Religion - while I’m all about learning peoples religion, I prefer to keep that off the blog. As I have no issue with it, but some people will cause arguments based on this alone.
Creating a welcoming space - This rule requires each and every single follower to go by. We need more people to feel welcomed and to know writer and anons are in a no judgement zone.
Parasocial Relationships - While I do love the work of every single voice actor/person apart of bg3. I ask you keep parasocial relationships away from this blog. (Jokes are fine btw! Just not the odd obsession and real belief)
Submitting images - when you submit bg3 or meme images, I’m fine with it. I do not accept reposted artwork without consent.
Just have fun in general, be kind, and know this space on my blog is not supportive of hateful behavior towards many people.
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Tavs
I just like being able to share my own tavs. Firstly, I do encourage others to share their tavs because supporting interest is adorable. Please refrain from coming to the blog to call any Tav content you see, cringe. People express interest differently and that’s okay.
Tav in my writings will have no description nor will Tav have any based gender. Tav is completely left up to the readers. Tav will have no set direct sexuality.
Other than that! Please come into my blog and enjoy the work! :))
Here’s my TAVS
Clive - Barbarian 🪓
Linus - Bard 🎻
Eden - Warlock ⚡️
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the-dork-urge · 9 months ago
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Masterlist
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Hey ya'll. This is my masterlist!
I will now also be taking request. (For basically anyone in BG3)
-> You can always try and shoot your shot if you want something else written. You may do that via ask or just chat.
Examples:
Baldurs Gate 3 - Sons Of Anarchy - Yellowstone- Breaking Bad Universe -
(Fluff)
(NSFW) Spice level *- **-***
# are requests
I do not take responsibility for any additional trigger warnings.
I assume that those playing the game are familiar with its themes and thus aware of the potential themes in fan-generated content.
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Abdirak
|| Sweet Restraint || Abdirak x Tav (NSFW**)
Aradin
WIP
Gortash || Behind velvet curtains || Gortash x Durge (NSFW**) ||Wicked Urges|| Durge x Gortash?
Rolan || Anew || Rolan x Reader Rugan || Not what we signed up for || Rugan x Tav Part 1 WIP || Not what we signed up for|| Rugan x Tav Part 2
Zevlor
||Stable Work|| Zevlor x reader (fluff)
|| A Good Man || Zevlor x Tav Part 1 (fluff)
||A Good man || Zevlor x Tav Part 2 (fluff and NSFW*)
||Stone and Earth|| Zevlor x Tav (fluff)
|| Joy || Zevlor x Tav / Reader (fluff) #
Companions (grouped fics & hc's)
How they series:
How they'd dance with you
with Halsin-Aradin-Rugan & Zevlor
How they'd dance with you
Rolan - Dammon - Astarion
||Coming out as ace || Zevlor / Halsin #
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Rip Wheeler
WIP
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reverieblondie · 7 months ago
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Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist
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NSFW 18+!
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Rolan ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
Series:
Dark Prince Rolan AU Read Here!
Seeking Advice - Asking out your crush can be difficult, Maybe you should ask advice from your friends?
Late Night Dip - Cal and Lia are worried about their brother, he's just so stressed and needs a break! Good thing you have an idea that could help...
Nobel Blood - High society has never been your thing, and now your having to go to the Raven Ball...Maybe you will see a familiar face trying to conduct himself in a new landscape...
Taste so sweet -After a passionate make out session you find you just can't stop thinking of Rolan, and how sweet he taste.
Sub!Rolan HCs
Arabellan Dry
Girl dad Rolan! HCs
Healing Kiss
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Haarlep ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
Domming Haarlep
Haarlep and Raphael reacting to Tav in Wavemother Robes
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Raphael ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
At Your Mercy
Mouse: Raphael x Haarlep in Fem!Tav form
Sacrifice
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Gale ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
Portal Mishaps
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Zevlor ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
Sub!Zevlor HC
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Aradin ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
Aradin and Pegging
Aradin with Teifling Paladin
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Headcanons ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
BG3 boys with shy s/o
Raphael & Zevlor with shy s/o
BG3 boys with Calm and Collected (Kuudere) s/o
BG3 Running into Tavs crazy EX
BG3 boys with touch starved s/o
Haarlep & Raphael with touch starved s/o
BG3 boys responding to "You two should date!"
BG3 boys with teifling s/o
Karlach and shadowheart with teifling s/o
BG3 boys with crybaby s/o
Finding the Tiefling Bachelors Smut
BG3 When things end too soon.... (premature ejaculation)
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Cal x Lae'zel ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
The Beginning: Meeting in the Grove
.̩₊̣.̩✧*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Short Thoughts ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩
bachelors and drunken hookups?
Rolan and Zev with sick reader
Raphael who's warlock is Tavs Ex
sub!Rolan allowing Tav to bend them over
Final Kiss
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dark-and-kawaii · 4 months ago
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️
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♡ Birth Of A Miracle <- Astarion x F!Tav/Reader ~ Astarion didn't think this pregnancy would last, that the gods would laugh at his face once more while stripping him of his child. However the wiggling infant in his arms confirms that the gods showed him mercy for once in his life.
♡ Caught <- Zevlor x F!Tav/Read ~ Aradin goes to confess his feelings to you only to find you straddling the hellspawn he loathes.
♡ Loss Of An Heir <- Raphael x F!Tav/Reader ~ Raphael returns to his boudoir only to discover that you've lost his child, and it wasn't from natural causes. His rage spirals when he finds it was due to a fellow follower of his...
♡ His Child <- Astarion x F!Tav/Reader x Halsin ~ Tav/Reader has a child and Halsin hopes it's his and not Astarion's.
♡ Commander <- Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader ~ Zevlor cry's when he cums, all these emotions finally breaking free. Never did this hellrider think he’d have someone such as yourself ride him the way that you do.
♡ These are some of my favorites I’ve written, please enjoy if you’ve never read them before xoxo ♡ ♡ ♡
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ickadori · 5 months ago
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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒
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++ 𝐁𝐆𝟑
// durge w/halsin & gale .. gn reader sfw
// durge & aradin .. fem reader nsfw dc
// durge & enver .. gn reader nsfw dc
++ 𝐌𝐇𝐀
// never with you .. gn fluff
++ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄
// out of your element .. fem reader sfw
// not my doctor .. gn reader sfw
++ 𝐒𝐃𝐕
// take a load off .. male reader x sub harvey
++ 𝐓𝐑
// house call .. fem reader sfw
// break-in .. fem reader yandere
// michelin .. gn reader fluff
// crazy .. fem reader yandere
++ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊
// hopes and dreams.. gn reader sfw
// picking ... fem reader nsfw
++ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄
// would you still .. gn reader sfw
val event masterlist
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dark-and-kawaii · 4 years ago
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⋆˙⟡ Iᴛ’s ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ⟡˙⋆
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The Vampire Lord <- NSFW - Cazador
Bound & Used <- NSFW - Raphael - Astarion His Personal Hole <- Zevlor The Virgin <- NSFW - Haarlep Breeding The Princess <- NSFW - Zevlor Just A Kiss <- Raphael - Haarlep - Rolan - Zevlor Cockwarming <- NSFW - Tiefling Bachelors Slob On His Knob <- NSFW - Rolan Euphoria <- NSFW - Zevlor Sweet As Honey <- NSFW - Zevlor Fucked In The Tower <- NSFW - Rolan A New Beginning <- Angst - Zevlor To Be Loved <- NSFW - Zevlor Bred So Nicely <- NSFW - Zevlor Caught 2.0 <- NSFW - Zevlor Never Broken <- NSFW - Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader In His Arms So In Love <- NSFW - Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ Mindbreak <- NSFW Hᴀʟsɪɴ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - Aʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Perfect <- NSFW Hᴀʟsɪɴ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Be A Good Little Thing <- NSFW Aʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Knotted <- NSFW Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ/ Rᴏʟᴀɴ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ An Incubus & His Little Dove <- Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ NSFW
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Kɴᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ & Iɴ Lᴏᴠᴇ <- NSFW - Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Mᴇɴ & Tʜᴇɪʀ Kɪɴᴋ <- Bɢ3 Mᴇɴ x Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ NSFW
Tʜᴇɪʀ Lᴏᴠᴇʟʏ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Tᴏʏ <- NSFW Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tʜᴇɪʀ Pʀᴇᴛᴛʏ Gɪʀʟ <- NSFW - Rolan x F!Tav/Reader
Wʜᴇɴ Lᴏᴠᴇ Gᴇᴛs A Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Cʜᴇᴇᴋʏ <- Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ - Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ - Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ - Rᴏʟᴀɴ
A Dᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs Mᴇᴀʟ <- Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ x F!Tᴀᴠ/Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ NSFW
Crying Tears Because You Feel So Good <- NSFW - Zevlor
The City’s Shield <- Zevlor vs Aradin
An Incubus & His Dove <- Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader ~ NSFW
*ੈ My Tav/DnD Character: Lofn Cormyr Thay
*ੈ My Durge: Kieran Elendighet
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*ੈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞
Baldurs Gate 3
Raphael - Haarlep - Rolan - Zevlor - Halsin
*ੈ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 | CLOSED
*ੈ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
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