Obsessed with bg3

21/ they/them /side blog

[bg3fan]

Masterlist!

Oneshots:

Keeping you warm (Raphael bg3)

My own pet (Raphael bg3)

How to bake your way to a Smiths heart 1 / 2 (Dammon bg3)

Series:

Raphaelxreader

The devil you don't know 1

The devil you don't know 2

The devil you don't know 3

The devil you don't know 4

The devil you don't know 5

The devil you don't know 6

The devil you don't know 7 (fin)

[freakblob]

Imagine getting pumped by Halsin's fat cock as he pulls your arms back by your elbows, creating a grand display for Shadowheart. She sits in front of you two, naked and holding a glass of wine, her eyes scanning you up and down as she takes a sip, eyeing the way your own cock bounces freely with Halsin's thrusts. You can't help but whimper as she smirks and Halsin huffs and groans deeply into your ear, him also being just on the edge. He's not usually so rough, but Shadowheart commanded it so. You feel your own face contort as the pleasure building in you is about to snap. "Come for me, my love." Shadowheart finally speaks, her voice as sweet as it always is, though you can hear the smirk in her tone. Just on time, you feel yourself cumming right in front of her. Cock dripping pathetically as you whine, Halsin groaning once more as he slows his thrusts, a warm feeling stirring inside you as his grip on your arms weakens.

It takes a moment and a few blinks to come back to your senses. Halsin keeps you stable as you both relax in your positions. When you open your eyes once more, Shadowheart is right in front of you, gently swiping a strand from your sweaty forehead. Her smile is sweet and loving and her eyes dark with pleasure. "You did good, boy." You can only pant weakly, a feeling of pride and submission tingling in your chest. You manage a weak smile, matching hers, as she holds your face and leans in for a kiss.

All while her free hand slithers down, letting her fingers tickle down past your torso and to your abdomen...

[scratchandfriends]

In Need of a Healer (+18)

Pairing: Halsin x Female Tav

WC: 2200

Summary: You accidentally mix up your mushrooms when trying to make a potion and it goes horribly wrong. Or... not so horribly, in the grand scheme of things?

Content Warnings: SMUT! Huuuge breeding kink, aphrodisiac situation, no bear :( big dick Halsin, unprotected sex, a smidge of dirty talk, maybe a little pregnancy kink Halsin at the end but who knows hes 400 years old, creampies.

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Halsin sat under the pallid moonlight, back against the outside of his tent, humming contentedly as he whittled yet another small duck. A little smile decorated his chiseled face as he marveled at the way his craft looked in the pale starlight. The only thing he could hear was his own humming, the soft scrape of his knife against the wooden duck, and the soft chirping of crickets in the tall grass surrounding the camp. 

The peaceful sounds of a night at camp were eventually broken by hurried footsteps heading quickly towards his tent. 

Tav rounded the large tree that Halsin had set up his tent next to and was breathing heavily. She quickly came to a stop and let out a long sigh. 

“Oh, thank the gods you’re still up!” 

“Ah, Tav. A pleasure to see you on this beautiful night. How are you?” He looked up at her panting form and smiled. She seemed distraught and uncomfortable. 

“Been better actually.. but, um, how are..  you?” She asks, trying desperately to be polite but Halsin could tell there was something wrong. “I like your duck. Is that a new one?” Tav says between heavy breaths, like she had just run several miles. 

“Yes, it’s a canvasback duck. Very interesting species as it lives in both fresh and salt waters.” Halsin explains as he holds up his whittled figuring. 

“Right yes. Very cool.” Tav hurriedly spits out. 

“I can tell you aren’t here to discuss my hobbies, Tav. You seem… a bit perturbed. Anything I can help with?” Halsin asks. 

“Gods, yes. Or at least I hope… Can we talk… inside your tent?” Tav says as she turns her head around briefly, looking at the last light of the fire and wondering if anyone else was still up and about. “It’s… kind of embarrassing…” 

“Of course.” Halsin rises to his feet to hold the curtain of his tent open for her to enter ahead of him. She quickly ducks inside. 

Halsin gestures for her to sit on his makeshift mattress as he sits down on the stool at his desk littered with herbs and potions. 

“What’s ailing you? Your face seems flushed. Do you feel feverish at all?” Halsin says as he gets a better look at Tav, seated on his bedroll with their legs crossed, illuminated by the candlelight. 

Tav sighs. She looks down at her hands in her lap and wrings them uncomfortably. 

“Yes! I’m so warm!” Tav exclaims. “Okay so… I wanted to convince these squirrels to put on these little hats and ride on Scratch like a pony because I thought it would be cute, but I realized I was out of animal speech potions and I was trying to whip one up but I realized I used the wrong herb…. But Astarion said it would be fine! He gave the mushrooms to me after all!” 

Halsin chuckled. 

“A noble endeavor indeed. I would like to have seen that.” 

“And so the elixir looked fine, but I drank it and now I… I don’t feel so good…” Tav says quietly, but Halsin could hear the fear and worry in her voice. 

“Hmm… I see. Other than the flush and fever, do you have any other symptoms?” The druid asks, looking her over. 

“Well my skin, it has chicken-skin all over that won’t go away… and I can’t stop sweating… and well… there’s this painful ache…” She trails off. “Can I just show you?”

“Please do.” Halsin nods. 

Without warning, Tav strips her clothes off leaving her just in her underthings. She settles back on the bedroll and spreads her legs shyly. Once her knees were parted, it was very obvious to Halsin what the ache she was describing was. The gusset of her cloth panties showed a drenched patch covering her sex, the wet fabric sticking desperately to her meaty outer lips. 

“Aahh…” Halsin mused as he looked over Tav’s trembling body. “My assumptions were correct, it seems.”

“Your assumptions? And what were those, exactly? Speak plainly, will I survive?” Tav sits up on her elbows and presses her knees together again. 

“You must have used black mushrooms instead of acorn truffles. Similar in appearance, but very different in alchemical composition.” Halsin states as he flips through one of the books littering his desk. “I smelled your pheromones before you even appeared in front of my tent. Instead of the potion of animal speaking, you drank a potion of animal breeding.” 

“I bed your finest pardon? Shit, I mean beg! I beg your finest pardon?!” Tav becomes increasingly irritated and frustrated by the druid’s casual manner of speaking. 

“Yes, commonly used by ranch hands in order to increase the offspring output of their flocks, it drastically increases the heat cycle in mammals. I’ve never seen or heard of the effects of it on humans, but it seems it works the same.” Halsin replies, standing from the stool at his desk and approaching his bedroll where Tav laid. 

“So? Is there a cure, an antidote of some kind?” Tav pants. 

“Not that I know of. I know the effects subside once the animal has been mated, but I can’t say for certain how to dissolve the effects in a humanoid creature.” 

Tav groans and reaches her hand between her clenched thighs, clearly too far gone from the effects of the potion to care about modesty. Halsin sees her wrist flick desperately, but there was no relief on her face… he can’t help but find himself growing erect at the sight of her barely covered, sweaty body writhing in his bed. 

“You’re in pain… there might be a way I can help…” Halsin says softly, his eyes searching Tav’s pleading ones. 

“Anything. Help me, please.” Tav huffs out through gritted teeth. 

“I can… try to alleviate the pain through the intended means… If you’ll allow it.” Halsin’s eyes dart from Tav’s gaze to her hard nipples peaking through her bra and back to her face again. 

“You mean.. you’d fuck me? You think it would work?” 

“I can’t guarantee it, but I’m happy to give it a try.” Halsin replies with a soft smile. 

Tav thinks for a moment before sitting up fully and ripping her bra over her head and tossing it to the floor of Halsin’s tent. 

“Gods yes, I’ll do anything.” Tav shimmies her panties down her legs and throws them to join her discarded bra. “Do you need me to, you know… touch you a bit? To get things going?” She says sheepishly. 

“Hah, no..” Halsin chuckles. “Seeing you in my bed like this has made me harder than I’m keen to admit. Let me just…” 

Halsin takes a few moments to remove all his clothing. Once he was stripped bare, thick cock standing at attention, he turned back towards Tav and was met with quite the sight. 

Tav had shifted to her knees, face pressed into Halsin’s pillow with her ass arched high in the air in Halsin’s direction. He was met with her puffy, glistening folds being presented so desperately just for him. Slick drooled out like sap from a mighty maple tree, slowly seeping from Tav’s hole and coating her lips and thighs. He could see her engorged, pink clit peaking out from the apex of her slit, just aching to be touched. 

“Oak Father preserve me…” He says quietly, more to himself than anyone else. “What an incredible sight…” 

“Halsiiiinnnn…. Will you hurry uuuup?” Tav whined and wiggled her backside in the druid’s direction, beckoning him to enter her. 

“Right, of course. You will tell me if there’s any discomfort, yes?” He asks. 

“Yes fine yes, just fuck me.” Tav glares at him from her position pressed into the pillow. 

“As you wish…” Halsin takes his position behind Tav and guides the leaking tip of his cock to her entrance. “Bit of a stretch now, love…” Halsin coos as he pushes his hips into hers. 

“Aaaggh! Ah! Fuck!” Tav cries out and turns her head to bite down on his pillow. 

Halsin feels a gush of warmth on his pelvis and notices the hard squeeze of Tav’s cunt as his tip presses against her cervix deep within her. She had climaxed just from him bottoming out inside her. 

“Already?” Halsin chuckles again. “Do you feel better? Should I stop?” He runs a soothing hand down her spine. 

“Aahh!” Tav moans and pushes back on her knees, forcing him impossibly deeper. “More! Need more!” 

“The potion is stronger than I thought… very well… Hold on to something, dear.” Halsin warns as he wraps his large hands around Tav’s milky hips. He begins thrusting into her hard and with great purpose. Normally he would have to take time to prep his smaller partners, but the effects of the elixir had caused Tav’s body to accept his intrusion hungrily. “So warm… like nothing I’ve ever felt…” Halsin groans as he feels the impossible heat from Tav’s walls pulse around him sensually. 

“Harder! More!” Tav grits out, brow furrowed, fists clenched in Halsin’s sheets. 

Halsin mounts her fully, hunching his back over her to press his chest against her spine. His grip on her hips tightens as he humps into her harder. 

“Yes! Fuck! I-I’m cu-!“ Tav yelps out. “Ah!” 

Halsin feels her cunt clench on him hard again, the familiar spray of liquid a welcome feeling trickling down his thick thighs. After two orgasms, Halsin assumed she would finally be free of the potion’s effects. He pulls out of her and picks her shaking body up and positions her back down on his bed on her back. 

“Better now?” He smiles down at her. 

He was met with an even deeper look of desperation. 

“No. Need more!” Tav gasps out as she locks her arms behind his back. Without warning, Halsin was tossed on his back on the bed and Tav was hovering above him. She grips his dripping cock and lines it up to her sex, sinking down on it quickly. 

“Shiiiit yes…” Tav moans out and throws her head back in pleasure. She begins rocking hard against him, grinding her clit against his pelvis to stimulate all her senses. “Fuuuuck…”

“My darling…” Halsin says hesitantly as he places his gentle hands on her breasts, softly toying with her nipples. “Don’t hurt yourself…” 

“Fill me, Halsin, please!” She cries out loudly. “Breed me, Halsin. I need it!” She slams her hips down onto his impossibly fast. 

An animalistic, bear-like growl leaves Halsin’s lips. 

“You can’t say things like that, little dove.” He grits his teeth, trying to hold back from absolutely ravishing her body. 

“But please! I want you to fill me, need you to fill me! Put your fucking babies into me, Halsin, please!” Tav looks down finally and makes eye contact with the large elf. There was a wild, fiery heat glowing in her eyes. Who was he to deny her?

Halsin plants his feet on his bedroll and growls louder, his large hands moving to her waist. 

"Halsin, Halsin, Halsin!" Tav spills his name like an invocation as she bounces violently on his cock. "Breed me, please, Halsin!"

He uses this newfound leverage to slam his hips up into hers at a brutal pace, lost in the fantasy of filling her up with his seed. How gorgeous she would look swollen and heavy with his young… breasts plump with sweet milk...

“Yes! Yes!” Tav chants towards the sky as a cock-drunk grin spreads across her face. 

“I’ll give you what you need, love… stay still now… shit…” Halsin’s grip on Tav was sure to leave bruises in the morning. Tav was moaning loudly, clearly too far gone in her state to care about anyone else in camp hearing her. “I’m going to fill you now, be good and take it…” He grits out the last bit. 

Tav shrieks as she feels the first wave of hot spend fill her insides. Rope after rope of Halsin’s seed stuffed her to the brim, the druid grunting and panting beneath her, pushing her hips down on his so his tip kissed her cervix directly. 

Halsin breathes heavily as his orgasm abates and leaves Tav finally satisfied. 

“Woah…” Tav dizzily leans forward and collapses against Halsin’s broad chest. 

The pair laid in silence for several minutes catching their breaths. 

“Here, I’m going to lay you down now. I’ll make you some tea.” Halsin says as he lifts Tav off his softening cock and tucks her into his comforter. “Make sure you drink it before tomorrow.” 

“Mhmmmmph.” Tav snuggles tiredly into his mussed sheets, the effects of the potion finally dissipating now that she was stuffed full like a broodmare. She looked too serene in his bed, he couldn’t care less about the large mess she was no doubt leaking onto his mattress. 

So what if she didn’t drink the tea tonight… maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea…

Halsin would have to thank Astarion tomorrow. 

[abyssyby]

how do u think the family esp the twins and sylus would react if Mama was mad / angry 🫣 how they’d try to appease her lol

hi Uma!!! ooooh angry mama is a rare but very scary mama. but the boys do their best to make it up to her in the ways they can 🥺

sylus x reader | sylus & his family | angst, comfort, fluff

Sylus brushing off another mission gone awry— fine. If he says he's fine, then he's fine, right? You shouldn't have let it get as far as it did when he refused to take some bitter medicine— but voices were raised and fingers were pointed.

And then you realized the door had cracked open and two pairs of curious onlookers had witnessed it all, your insides turned into mush.

You just had to get away, even for just a moment.

But of course, Kyros had to pull Lucian's hair and Lucian had to test that boundary and hit back with an open fist later that same day.

Hence, the two of them sniffling, their foreheads thunk! pressed on the wall for five minutes before they even agreed to apologize to each other.

A week of non-stop field work that kept you away from your family is enough to already stretch you thin, but finally coming back to said family and not expecting them to stretch you even thinner is the worst of heartbreaks.

"Beloved." Sylus frowns when he finds you. Just then, releasing your little ones from a hug, saying I'm sorry for time-out time with hollow kisses and half-hearted cuddles.

You walk past him without so much as a glance.

His mouth goes dry.

"I'll be upstairs," is all you spare him. Your hand, ever nimble, swings just fast enough to escape his halting grasp. "I need twenty minutes."

And oh, he knows.

They know.

Twenty minutes on a good day is already concerning. But today, with their sins and your tone. No. Twenty minutes might be the worst thing you could have asked for.

"Mama..." squeaks Kyros, attempting to run after you up the stairs. But Sylus holds him back, floating him back to his one arm and tucking him to his side like a football.

"It's not you." is what he tells his sons, squirming in his grasp to get to you, and is what is truth.

He knows that whatever storm you are facing now, he was the one who pushed you out to the sea.

A nap saves you from your thoughts. For what better way to soothe all your anxieties than to knock yourself out?

But when you dream of blues and grays, of screams and slamming doors, you are sure even you are a traitor to yourself.

"Hey," Sylus's hands catch your shoulders when you spring away from thorny vines that tangle your limbs. Of great swords drawn and plunged in chests. Of unkind grumblings before affection blossomed between.

His eyes of blood, swimming with concern as he wipes the sweat from your forehead. "Come back to me," he whispers, lips unshy as he trails it over your cold skin. "Come back, beloved. My beloved."

He waits.

When your heart no longer beats like a perilous bird's wings, when your muscles melt like wax to a flame, when your ears hear more than the tolling of bells, you do.

Leaning your temple to his cheek, you breathe against his neck. "It's too much."

The confession weighs so much that he knows it isn't just about the dream. "I will be lighter."

"No." you grit, because that's not what you meant. But you know him, and you know what he sounds like when he is scared. "No, it's..."

And he knows just how you hate disappointing him. "I never should have contradicted you. Not in front of the kids, not ever in the way I did."

He noses your pulse, his head grows heavy on your shoulder and his arms wind around you and hold you tight. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You swallow the burn in your throat, but do nothing for the boiling tears that stream down your face. You are quick to wipe them away, a habit of a guarded soul.

You'll never get used to this, the unshrouded devotion and endless love Sylus seems to carry in his heart for you. Perhaps you aren't meant to, despite his insistence.

Your nods tug at his heart. And your embrace allows him to breathe.

Because he, too, will never be used to how you forgive him so needlessly. He vows never to take it for granted. But on the days he does toe that line, he is a tree firmly rooted to the ground, but bows down low to touch the earth you walk on.

You revel in his kisses, allow yourself to melt against his figure until you no longer know where you start and he begins. Promising to never again arrive at this point of angst against one another.

"We made you dinner," he murmurs, still unable to let you go from his embrace, snuggling to your side like a possessive creature. "Lucian chopped the cheese, and Kyros stirred the pot."

"Mm," you hum, remembering how you left your little ones with heartbreak on their faces. "Do they think I'm mad at them too?"

"Were you?"

You chew on your lip. "A little bit. They never should have fought like that."

"Then they're sorry too," he says simply. In his mind, when it comes to you being wronged, there is no exception. Not him, or your children. They will answer to their transgressions if he has anything to do about it.

You sigh, "It's okay."

"No, they'll never learn if we brush it off," he murmurs. His breath is warm against your knuckles. "I know I never did."

"Give yourself some credit," you smile. It is slight, but it's the first in a while; like sun after a year of rain to Sylus. "You're a fast learner."

He shakes his head and finally mirrors your grin. "Not fast enough,"

Three hours— your nap lasted three hours long, and that was enough for your little hoard of dragons to have done everything that dragons do at the dining table.

"This... is a little overboard," you tease Sylus, who only shrugs in return like it's nothing.

Like two giant wrapped presents is nothing. Like, velvet boxes of various sizes are nothing. Like chests and boxes that either house the most beautiful clothes or the most dangerous but quality weapons, they are nothing.

Like your little babies in aprons and toques holding bowls of mac-and-cheese up to you like an offering to a goddess is nothing.

"Oh, my angels," you cry, falling to your knees and taking the boys into your embrace.

"We sorry for twenee mimits, mama." Kyros murmurs, muffled against your clothes. "We no fight nee'more. Don'ike twenee mimits."

"Mm, pwomis." Lucian agrees, hair ruffling against your sleeve as he nods. "We pwomis, pwomis, pwomis."

How can one not accept that apology?

The jewels were too many, but they were timeless. The weapons too exhaustive, but priceless. The mac and cheese was a little too salty, but it was warm.

Nothing you cannot forgive.

✧˚ ⋆｡ read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

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[mwphisto]

You didn’t think it was possible for Zayne to get like this.

Always composed, polite yet a bit intimidating to those who weren’t familiar with him. Great bedside manner, well loved by his patients and colleagues. Epically loved by you.

In all the years you had known him, you’d never once seen him lose his cool. At least not like this.

“Z-Zayne! Please, take a breath or-or something!” But he’s relentless, face shoved between your trembling thighs as his hand tugs roughly at his swollen, twitching cock.

His only acknowledgement of your voice had been the deep, vibrating groan that sent sparks of pleasure straight to the base of your skull. He had been on you the second he walked through the bedroom door. Fresh off a twelve hour shift at Akso, he should be exhausted.

“Zayne… oh fuck… m’gonna cum..!” Your fingers tighten, tugging his hair so hard you fear ripping some out of his skull. If Zayne noticed? He didn’t react. Instead, he worked harder, lips suckling at your slippery, throbbing clit.

Your feet braced themselves on his shoulders, eyes blurring as the pleasure pulsed through your aching pussy. A warm gush of stick arousal slipping past your clenching hole as he worked you effortlessly through it.

Chest heaving, you weakly called his name again. Hoping, praying, just maybe that he’d ease up and explain. Instead, he pulled his mouth away, not before kissing your swollen lips, and steadying himself with one knee in the mattress.

“Zayne? What’s going—“ but everything stopped in your head. Eyes glued to the way his fist continuously glided over his stiff cock. Slowly, you pulled them upwards, watching his stomach constrict as pleasure etched itself into every fiber of his being. Inching even higher, you were met with his flushed, slack-jawed, dazed expression.

Maybe he had a really rough shift…

You jump slightly, eyes shooting down to your cunt as thick ropes of cum landed on it. “Zayne…?” But he’s falling to his knees before you again, hunger radiating from his gaze.

“…m’sorry, my love. I just… need to unwind. You’ll let me, right? Let me clean you up? I’ll explain after…” and who are you to deny him of relief? Especially when it brings you this much pleasure… “f-fine… but don’t push yourself…”

You’d later come to find out that he got into a heated debate with the head of pediatrics regarding the research Zayne himself spearheaded. “Wish I had been there.”

You murmur it softly against his sweaty chest, feeling it vibrate slightly as he chucked. “Why exactly is that? Do you think I can’t carry myself in a debate?”

“What? Course not.” You click your tongue, mock offense that he’d even go that route. “I got the watered down version of angry Zayne. Three hours post debate, a whole car ride from Akso to home. You were still mad, but I would have liked to see you at the peak of your anger.”

“What an odd creature you are.” But he’s kissing the top of your head, smiling all the while. “I might be odd, but my pussy has mellowed you right back out, Dr. Li.”

You swear you can feel his body temperature rise, the ghost of his blush creeping all the way to his chest. “Careful with your words, my love. It’s bad enough the sun will be rising soon and I got home close to midnight…”

[philostar]

be my baby

your husband zayne wants to coddle you during your pregnancy, but the changes in your life are becoming too much for you to handle.

content: zayne x afab reader, established relationship, pregnancy, reader is heavily going through it, fluff, sfw

word count: 1.1k

note: thank you for 100 followers! 🤍 i’m extremely grateful to everyone that supports my fics. i’m currently hormonal and on my period so here’s some husband zayne comfort.

You prided yourself on your successful career, your independent lifestyle and your no care attitude. You were a strong person, mentally and physically, always carrying the burdens of others and being the rock that all your loved ones needed. It was one of the things Zayne loved most about you, the way you were that constant source of comfort in his life that the overworked doctor desperately needed. He’d come home after another double shift and sink into your arms, eating the dinner you cooked or picked up on your way home from work, then crawl into bed with you petting his hair to help him fall asleep — a habit he’d never admit to anyone.

But that all changed the day you found out you were pregnant.

From the moment he saw those two lines on the pregnancy test right until now, in your third trimester, as you waddled through the house, his hand supporting your lower back, he’d become the very definition of a helicopter husband. You couldn’t lift a finger in his presence and your self sufficient habits – like insisting on clambering up on a chair and changing the burnt out globes – were a thing of the past. Even after hours in surgery, Zayne would rush home every evening to make sure you had a hearty dinner, a warm bath and you were comfortably in bed by nine pm.

“I really am stuffed, I can’t have anymore.” You grumbled from your seat at the dining table while your husband stubbornly shovelled another helping of pasta into your plate.

“I packed it full of vegetables darling,” Zayne smiled gently, setting the plate down in front of you “good for you and the little one.”

“The little one and I are too full for more.” You frowned at him, pushing the plate away.

For the most part, you were a bit annoyed with the changes the pregnancy had brought to your life. Of course you were more than ecstatic to be having a baby, but the combination of Zayne’s hovering, your lack of independence and the unpredictable hormones, it was definitely getting to you in more ways than one. So you tended to be a bit snappy and stubborn with him, rejecting most of his coddling since you still wanted at least a semblance of normality in your rapidly changing life. You knew these moments wouldn’t last forever, but overall you were just overwhelmed by how suddenly you didn’t feel like you anymore.

“You’re sure?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“For the tenth time, yes.” You said sharply, standing up from the table.

“Alright, then I can come massage your le-“

“Just leave me alone.” You snapped at him.

His dark eyes watched quietly as you walked away and retreated to your shared bedroom. He sighed deeply, focusing his attention instead on cleaning up the table.

When he finally mustered up the courage to come to bed, he found you under the covers with your back to him. He slowly lifted the blanket and climbed in, careful not to make any noise in case you were already asleep. As if sensing his hesitance, you rolled over to face him, your tired face illuminated by the lamp on his nightstand. He couldn’t help the smile that crept up onto his face; he found you so beautiful even when you were being moody with him.

“I didn’t mean to be annoying earlier.” He said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“It’s okay, I was being a bit of a jerk.” You smiled sheepishly, despite your mind still racing.

“You deserve to be a jerk when I keep pestering you,” Zayne joined in on your quiet laughter, “but you have been noticeably upset lately.”

“Well… we just hit the seven month mark and… I’m feeling more useless than ever.”

“What?” He immediately sat up a bit, staring at you in disbelief, “you’re carrying a whole human being inside of you and you think you’re useless?”

“God, you know what I mean,” you groaned, shifting to sit up against the headboard as well, “of course i’m the happiest woman in the world right now knowing our baby is almost here but… throughout this entire experience I feel like I've lost a part of myself along the way.

“My whole thing was being the strong one, the independent one, the one everyone could rely on,” you bit your lip as you looked at him intently, “even with us, I was the one person where you could finally relax and be taken care of, the person who took you away from your demanding schedule and never ending list of responsibilities.

“And yet now, I’m just another responsibility… and I feel so useless…”

“Darling, look at me.” Zayne said calmly once he’d listened to your tearful rant.

You looked up to see him with a sad smile on his lips, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

“You are still the strongest person I know, and I’m even more in awe now knowing that while you’re going through this extremely difficult experience, you’re still thinking about everyone else,” he scooted closer, “besides the obvious, you haven’t changed a bit to me… you’re so amazing to me and after all you’ve done to look after me and everyone else you love, darling, you deserve this time to let me take over.

“Don’t ever think that you’re useless because what you’ve done your entire life and what you’re doing right now is just a perfect indication of how strong you are and I love you more and more each day,” he let go of your hand to cup the side of your face, “so for these last few months, please just let me baby the woman who’s carrying my baby.”

His final words made you giggle, cut off only by a soft and quick peck to your lips.

“Well you know what, I wouldn’t mind being a bit babied right now.” You admitted gently, once your giggles had subsided.

“Come here then.” He said gruffly, pulling you into his arms.

[ibeeprofen]

Fem!LADS LIs

-the girl kisser in me is so happy abt drawing this lmfao. I am a firm masc fem!caleb and no and convince me otherwise (im projecting)

[forgeofthenine]

Tiefling bachelors with a werewolf s/o head cannons? Maybe their Wolfy s/o is super protective and acts like a big puppy when with them.

I know this was requested almost two years ago but I hope you still enjoy the headcanons!

Bachelors with a werewolf S/O

Dammon

• Dammons able to tell that there's something off about you before you tell him

• Dude just had a sneaky little hunch

• He doesn't know what but he knows there's something

• He dates you anyway bc hey, we all have secrets

• When you tell him that you're a werewolf he's both glad you trust him enough to reveal that and curious as to how it affects you

• He's less curious about the condition itself and more worried about things like if it hurts you or if there's anything he can do to help

• Asks lots of questions about your comfort

• When you assure him that there's relatively minimal pain involved other than the transformation itself and the day after he's a little reassured

• Dammons also absolutely chuffed when you start letting your werewolf behaviours deep into everyday life

• He's not scared of being around you when you've transformed but other people should be

• Dammon keeps you away from heavily populated areas because he knows how protective you get over him

• Definitely the bachelor most likely to give you belly rubs both in and out of wolf form

• Mostly just does it to tease you at first before it ends up becoming a common affection thing between the both of you

• He's especially happy when you flop down on your back in wolf form for him to rub your belly

• Likes trying to find the spot that'll make you kick your leg uncontrollably, when he does he abuses it like hell

Zevlor

• Freaks out fr when you first tell him

• Not because he hasn't met a werewolf before, he has, but because he wasn't expecting his beloved partner to be one

• He's so stressed out and tired from being on the road with the others that he just glossed over all the signs

• Didn't notice your convient absences every month, or the way you like to sniff him bc he smells amazing, the way you almost tore out Aradins throat that one time in the grove-

• He calms down real quick though and is super practical about everything

• Asks what accomodations you might need, if there's any way he can help you out

• Not at all scared of you when you've transformed, either

• Generally doesn't mind you sticking close by him to make sure he's okay too

• Zev likes to keep you close by when you transform to keep an eye on you and he pampers you afterwards too

• No aches and pains to be had when he's giving you a post full moon massage

• He knew you were a bit protective already, now he just knows why

• Not bothered by any of this in the slightest, I think he adjusts the quickest out of the three

• Zevlor also loves patting you on the head, too

• Does it absent mindedly all the time

• Just walks past you while you're sat somewhere and rubs a big, calloused hand over the top of your head

• Scratches your scalp just a little with his claws

• He likes doing it when you've transformed too bc your tail wags like you're just a big puppy

Rolan

• Doesn't notice that you're a werewolf even when Cal and Lia have already long realised

• They have a bet going for how long until he finds out and you end up joining it at some point

• He should realise, you're constantly at his side like a loyal guard dog

• Pressing against him so he smells a bit like you and only leaving when the full moon hits

• Instead Rolan just lives in content unknowing bliss on this matter

• He knows werewolves exist, though as far as he knows he's simply never met one before

• Poor things a bit preoccupied too while the tiefling are on the road so he's not wondering 'is my new partner secretly a werewolf?'

• When Rolans the master of Ramaziths Tower you'll often be found hanging around while he studies and practises

• While he's practising one day he piles some stuff in your arms for you to hold while he's preparing for something

• Little did you know, there was silver in there somewhere

• When it burns against your skin you drop everything all over the floor, a red mark glowing on your skin

• That's when something clicks in his mind

• He gets a bit pouty that you never told him, but he gets over it rather quickly

• He's more concerned about learning more about werewolves to understand you a bit better

• If you annoy him he'll start teasingly calling you 'mutt' but you know it's all in good fun

[mercillery]

ANDREW KREISS RELATIONSHIP OVERVIEW

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + MENTION OF ABLEISM + OOC? + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Andrew mains let me put you in my pocket and take care of you. And quit your jobs too, I will provide for you all.

Being in a relationship with Andrew is an adventure in patience, understanding, and love. Sure, love is a given in any relationship, but with Andrew, it's essential to navigate his unique quirks and preferences with a touch of extra care.

For instance, Andrew dislikes sunlight, so when it comes to planning dates, be prepared for moonlit strolls and stargazing rather than sunny picnics and beach outings. If you’re a sun worshipper, it’s time to stock up on moonblock instead.

Crowds? Forget about it. Andrew thrives in the quiet corners of the world, where the population density is low and the ambiance is serene. He’s the quintessential introvert, the kind who’d rather have a cozy evening at home than a bustling night out. If you’re the life-of-the-party type, this might require some adjustment.

When you first start dating, don't be surprised if he stumbles over his words or gets flustered over the simplest things. A casual brush of your hand against his might send him into a blushing frenzy. He might awkwardly laugh at things that aren’t jokes or offer you a flower he picked up without realizing it's a bit wilted. It's all part of his charm, though.

Andrew’s awkwardness comes from a place of inexperience rather than indifference. He genuinely wants to give you all his love and affection, but he’s not quite sure how to go about it. He’s learning, slowly but surely, how to open up and let someone into his world. Please be patient with him.

The early days of your relationship might be filled with small, tentative steps. Once he’s actually comfortable around you enough, maybe he’ll invite you to the cemetery, showing you his world in a way that’s meaningful to him. Don’t be surprised if he seems more at ease there, where he’s surrounded by the familiar. It might seem unconventional, but for Andrew, it's a big step toward letting you into his life.

His awkwardness is part of what makes him so endearing. Every hesitant smile and gesture is a sign of his growing affection for you. He's new to all of this, and it feels weird to him, but in the best way possible. As he becomes more comfortable, you'll see glimpses of his true self—a kind, thoughtful person who’s just been waiting for someone to understand him.

I think it should be flat-out obvious that Andrew is not one for grand displays of affection. Don't expect sweeping romantic gestures or elaborate declarations of love. He shows his feelings through small, meaningful actions that speak volumes about his deep affection for you. You might find a single flower left on your pillow, a delicate token of his feelings. Or, during difficult moments, he'll be there, quietly holding your hand, offering comfort and support without saying much.

Andrew has a way with words, but he prefers to write them down rather than speak them. You might receive handwritten notes from him, filled with poetic descriptions of his emotions and how much you mean to him. These notes are treasures, capturing his heartfelt sentiments in a way spoken words often can't.

His love language is all about acts of service and giving thoughtful gifts. He'll go out of his way to do little things that make your life easier, whether it's fixing something around the house, cooking a meal, or simply being there when you need him. These acts, though seemingly simple, are his way of showing how much he cares.

As for gift giving, receiving gifts from Andrew is always special because they're never random. Each gift is chosen with care and has a personal significance. It could be a book he knows you'll love or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

Having been the victim of ableism and cruelly labeled the “white-haired monster” because of his albinism, Andrew struggles with the painful memories of his past. These experiences have left deep scars, making it difficult for him to trust and open up to others. However, he trusts you and is comfortable enough to lean on you for emotional support, finding solace in your presence.

Andrew’s past is a heavy burden he carries, and it’s not easy for him to talk about it. The wounds from being ostracized and misunderstood run deep, really deep. That being said, he’ll seem distant or reluctant to share his feelings. But with your gentle encouragement and unwavering support, he slowly begins to open up. It’s a gradual process, marked by small breakthroughs and quiet conversations where he reveals his inner turmoil. Your compassion acts as a balm for his wounded soul, helping him to heal bit by bit.

And if you reveal your own issues to him, Andrew gives you his full attention. He wants to be there for you just as you have been there for him. He may not always have the right words to say, but his presence and understanding are more than enough.

He might not be an expert in comforting others, but he genuinely tries his absolute best to make you feel better. His attempts might be awkward or clumsy, but they are always heartfelt. Whether it's sitting quietly by your side, offering a reassuring touch, or simply listening without interrupting, Andrew’s efforts show how much he cares.

He understands how much it means to have someone there during difficult times because he's been on the receiving end of your support. He wants to reciprocate that same level of care and understanding. His empathy runs deep, and even if he struggles to find the right words, his actions speak volumes. He might bring you a small token of comfort, like a warm cup of tea or a favorite book, as a way to show he's thinking of you.

In those moments when you need a shoulder to lean on, Andrew's there, providing a quiet, steady presence that offers a sense of calm and security. He knows the value of having someone who listens and understands, and he strives to be that person for you. His dedication to your well-being is evident in the way he prioritizes your needs and makes an effort to be there for you, just as you have been there for him. He wants to make you feel the same way you make him feel when he opens up about his own issues: understood, valued, and better.

If you ever want to surprise Andrew and watch him melt, gift him iris flowers. He has a special fondness for irises because someone once told him that iris will turn into a rainbow and carry kind souls to heaven.

So when you give him iris flowers, it’s not just a gift; it’s a gesture that genuinely touches his heart. The fact that these flowers come from you, the person he loves, makes the gesture even more meaningful. You’ll see his eyes light up and a smile spread across his face as he gently takes the flowers.

Andrew might hold the irises with a reverence that speaks volumes about how much this gesture means to him. He might even get a bit emotional from the simple yet profound act of receiving these flowers from you, evoking a deep sense of love and gratitude. In his quiet, heartfelt way, he’ll thank you, stumbling over his words as he tries to express just how much this means to him.

Your relationship is built on these little moments, these quiet acts of love that speak louder than any grand proclamation. It’s a partnership where both of you bring out the best in each other, healing wounds and creating a bond that’s deeply personal and profoundly touching. And if anyone asks, you can always joke that your love story started in a cemetery with a guy who’s more comfortable with the dead than the living—but who learned to cherish the living soul who loves him.

[avinwrites]

Frederick Kreiburg x reader HC's

|| I played as Frederick for the first time not too long ago and I have fallen in love with his playstyle, I kinda want to main him now ||

Starting with his love language, Frederick is a private person. He never really feels safe and comfortable around others, and it takes a lot for him to open up. For this, I see him feeling loved when one spends quality time with him. It would take a lot, in the beginning, just to be able to spend any time with him. He frequently practices piano, so that would be a good start. All it takes is time and effort to get really close to him, but the return is worth it. 

-He doesn’t really know how to show his love in any other way but if you ask to spend time with him, he’ll always accept

-He’s never touchy, in fact, you will explicitly have to ask him to hold your hand or hug you because he just won’t

-It’s not that he’s particularly uncomfortable with it, he just isn’t used to physical affection of any kind

-so it’s best to take your time

-He’ll always be glad to play the piano for you; he’s passionate about his craft

-That will probably be how most of your time is spent with him for a long while after you first meet

-In a place where he is comfortable, and you, with patience, will help him eventually open up

-He’s had a rough life, and in some ways, he’s happy with his life now, even in the dire situation you all are in

-Just because he’s not ridiculed here, his psychasthenia isn’t as horrible as it has been, he believes things are looking up for him

-He’ll find himself thinking about you more often when you’re away

-He can recognize his feelings and what they mean, and what it means when he thinks of you

-He just never thought he’d be able to experience it

-So, excuse him if he goes about it the wrong way

-He’s the type to blush and stumble over his words, fidgeting and unable to completely stand still when he’s talking about a certain subject matter

-the subject: he would like to court you

-That being, the long and formal process of getting to know someone, spending time together, doing thoughtful things for each other

-Like the gentleman he is

-It would be a long process though, but you’ll spend a lot of time with him

-getting to know each other so wholly and intimately

-And eventually things would evolve from there

-It would be no secret to anyone that you were seeing each other

-Most of your days are spent in close proximity to him

-He claims that being around you is calming, just like how music clears his head

-Your voice has it’s own special melody that makes the world feel still and bearable

-Even if you’re the most chaotic person in existence, he thinks you can do no wrong and being around you changes his world for the better

-Aside from music, Frederick really likes nature. 

-He will often ask to accompany you through strolls through the greenhouse

-Anything that has a distinct, flowery scent, he will stop to smell

-His favorite is Wisteria

-He loves the smell and how it spills over and grows so sporadically, yet is still so beautiful

-If he ever goes to the greenhouse alone to clear his head, he will always bring you back a clipping, usually Wisteria, but if there is something else that happens to catch his eye, he’ll show it off to you

-When in matches, he prefers to stay far from anyone else and decode

-But if you hint at all that you need help, he’ll be right there

-Most of the time, he’s targeted first though

-So he’s very appreciative when you help him out

-When you decode together, he’ll hum what he hears out loud so you don’t have to put up with only the sounds of the cipher machines

-If you lean against him or get close to him, he’ll freeze up and probably miss a few ‘calibrations’ but will not complain

-After a short while, he’ll close whatever distance is between you and maybe hold your hand

-that's really inefficient though, but he doesn’t care

[ultrastellara]

TASTE ~ FREDERICK KREIBURG

frederick kreiburg x female reader | NSFW

authors note: been yrs since i written my last fanfic, im happy to write for identity v characters.

his tongue was licking the soft bud of your right nipple, the two of you in an empty room of the manor. he placed you on top of a desk, making himself be in between your legs. allowing him to have full access and power to play with you.

your expression full of lust, looking down upon seeing your boyfriend, frederick, having the time of his life.

you were sitting on the desk as his tongue was licking every bit of your ripple, your legs widening for his long fingers playing with your clit. you hadn't cum yet but seeing the way he was eating you up right now, sooner or later you were going to cum. your eyes so focused on his facial expression, not noticing that two of his fingers were entering you. you gasped, gripping onto his jacket a bit tighter.

"you taste so sweet, my love" frederick stated, gently biting your nipple. his fingers were inserting in and out of you, gentle for right now.

"frederick...please.." you begged, wanting him to go a bit faster. your clit was throbbing, wanting his pace to go faster.

yet he shook his head, "not yet my love" he replied before looking down at your chest and started biting your left nipple. his gloves were taken off, allowing every bit of his fingers fitting right into your clit so well.

"frederick-" you whined, you felt your hips buck against his fingers. he smirked happily and proceeded to speed up his fingering.

your eyes slowly started to watered, the feeling of his fingers in you were so good. you couldn't help but enjoy it so much, knowing he's a composer. his fingers were always well taken care of.

your hips continued to hump his fingers, soft moans coming out of your filthy mouth. he stopped sucking onto your nipple, with his free hand, he cups your cheek allowing you to be kissed by him.

his fingers in your clit, the more you kept humping his fingers he went faster and faster.

"such a pretty girl, aren't you?" he stated, while still kissing you. you couldn't reply besides leave a soft moan for him. he smirked even more, seeing you being filthy for him and just for him. it had him going nuts for you.

as his fingers still were in you, you felt your climax coming. the way he was going faster, kissing your face as he was fingering you. the way too, he was panting from how hot the kissing was. his fingers moving at such a gast speed, then finally.

your cum was splattered all over him, especially his fingers, drenched in all of your cum. you panted such as your climax was finishing down. you felt his fingers finally leaving your clit. he looked at you before sucking up all the leftover cum on his fingers. you felt your cheeks become heated from seeing him sucking his fingers all because you came on him.

the tears that were coming out of your eyes from the pleasure was flooding your face. he gently wiped your tears, not wanting you to cry too much over his fingering.

"such a good girl" he praised before unbuckling his belt. your clit began to throb a bit, knowing what was coming next.

"now be ready for me, once again my love" he whispered in your ear. his pants were finally unzipped, you saw how hard he had gotten from you cumming onto him.

"you can cum again for me right, my love?" He lastly whispered, you felt his hard cock into you finally. you nodded before holding onto his shoulder, gripping onto his jacket even more. his hips rocking against you at such a fast pace too.

his head was buried in your shoulder as he was fucking you.

you so were already close to cumming again, on spot.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Taming Of The Princess

Ao3 cross post

Rated: Explicit | brat taming, brat!reader, fem!reader, dubcon to con, foot fetishist (its minor) (like the good Victorian man who worships you)

it's writing month! and this 3k im crying

Richard has a measure of pride when it comes to playing his role seamlessly. Flawless charming, making himself appear as a humble knight to the lovely ladies of the manor. Oh, he does not forget about men, he is quite equal when it comes to honeyed words, subtle glances, and maybe a few smiles too.

You do not like him.

Lucky Guy and you are from the same century, but you are years further ahead than him. You two are inseparable and quite bold with one another (it said the social norms in your time changed). You hug each other, playfully flirt with each other, and then there is the way you both dress.

The maid dress was at least knee length, but your attire… What was the Lady Nightingale thinking? Your body just displayed so shameless, the way your hips swayed and the collar on your neck begging him to just grab you.

A foul temptress you are to hate him and tease him.

“What the fuck, Dick!” Post-match arguments, “I told you not to go near me!” They happen to everyone, it is nothing new.

“Richard,” Correcting you, “And you were at critical, decoder. My rescue was perfect, it was your primed cipher that was lacking.”

Victor left the match dining room while Naib Subedar watched, he usually does so if anyone gets physical he can put a stop to it before it becomes a fight.

“What!? My cipher was primed when I pinged it. By the time you got Victor, Naiad abnormal it.”

“Then there is no fault—”

“No, you fucked up! You should've left me and popped the damn thing.” You say.

“The match was a loss, (Name).” Naib Subedar cuts him the second he sees your hand ball up into a fist, and slips his hand over yours, “Enough, go.” Stern, you know he wants you to go cool off.

“... Fine.” You still are side-eyeing Richard but you back up from being in his personal space to yell at him. You walk away out of the room.

“That was easier than usual.” Naib Subedar says with his back to Richard then going over to the dining table before pulling back his hood and leading on the table with his hands. Exhaustion clear in his mannerisms and tired sigh, “Don't hold it against her, Naiad has been more of a problem with how frequent being matched with her is becoming.”

Naiad; Richard has some difficulties with her when he does get put into a match with her. Most of Richard’s matches though have been with Nightmare, Fool’s Gold, and often of late Night Watch.

It is a bit arrogant of him but he likes going against the Night Watch, predictable and one who does not relent in trying to take down the knight.

“Ah, well,” Naib Subedar stretches out his back before heading out, “You should go rest before your next match.” Then the knight is left alone.

Richard is learning there is a pecking order here, an unspoken chain of command and seniority. He has no intention of playing lone wolf or trying to seem like a leader, he is a simple knight in shining armor when necessary.

Florian is interesting with his hero complex, perhaps he will be interesting to speak with about the manor.

Richard's charms have already gained him a few admirers among the ladies, a few of the male admirers too because of his feminine beauty.

Two weeks here and he has found himself enjoying himself, though your behavior towards him— Particularly the nickname is bothersome. It is terribly childish yet your guarded demeanor has been brought up twice during gatherings.

You, a quote from a day ago, “Don't trust pretty boys.” 

Laughable given you were in the smoking room talking to Luca about how beautiful Joseph is with and without clothes on.

The mistrust towards him is fine, amusing when others think you are paranoid.

It is not amusing as weeks go by and he finds himself cracking at the seams when you keep pushing and pushing. And then you pushed the knight too far his true color came out… Not that anyone could fault him given the events leading up to it. 

He left the match only after you were downed and you pinged that you would take the dungeon. Perhaps you should not have tested him, or maybe you should have not teased him with backhanded flirting.

Either way, the knight has a plan to deal with your behavior.

"Finally, silence," The sigh from the knight is exaggerated as he looks over his results. It took some time and being a step of you, a cunning little crow— But the fox is far more cunning.

You glare at him as your wrists are tied behind your back and are kneeling, and rope biting around your breasts as he had tied two separate pieces of room to bind your arms in place. The cloth gag was a last-minute choice as you would not shut up, he should have expected that.

"I suppose we can work on your mouth later."

Richard has you in the supply closet in the kitchens, far from the others. He has his advantage and will be using it.

"Cute." Eyeing your bedtime attire, "To think under all that uncouth behavior and improper dressing, there is a fair maiden underneath."

You struggle against your binds, you hiss as the rope keeps your legs folded biting into your skin.

"I understand you enjoy pain but I advise you not to writhe too much... Not yet." A smirk on his face was highlighted by the candelabrum in his hand.

He kneels, his gauntlet hand reaching out tracing your cheek and chin with the back of his finger, eyes admiring the beauty before him. "Cold?"

You are flustered as your nipples are perky and showing due to no bra and the nightgown is revealed by your open robe.

"Fret not, I shall provide the warmth and succor you need, dear maiden.”

The sharp metal is maneuvered with skill and expertise, you whimper with your eyes squeezing shut as his finger moves from your face. Sliding down your throat, collarbone, and reaching the top of your breast. He tugs the front of your robe to further reveal your covered breast, a smirk on his face as he teases by tracing around your nipple. You try moving but you are stuck in place because of the pipe where you can hear water flowing up.

"You once said any girl would want a knight," His voice is so calm as he pinches your nipple and tugs a bit, "I had not realized my wild little crow was a lonely princess in disguise."

You turn your head away as he toys with your nipple causing it to become harder and sore.

"You had to only request my service, my dear lady." His other hand gives your ignored other breast the same treatment with his bare hand. Not much of a difference as both sensations have you struggling not to moan.

"Such a guarded heart. A princess must protect herself when she is alone."

Your back arches towards him by reflex when he leans down enough for his hot breath to caress your nipple through the nightgown.

"You are no longer alone. I am here.”

You are going to kill him, maim him, shove a damn halberd up his knightly persona ass!

The shift to having you on his lap had you struggle then you felt his bulge from his hardening cock within those tight pants, it just had to brush against your crotch. You shiver as his mouth is on your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth even with the fake silk-like fabric. There you moaned as he made sure to be cruel and abuse your breasts to have you rocking your hips for attention elsewhere.

"Oh, how beautiful you are," He guides you to keep rocking your hips, to keep grinding on his cock and staining his pants with your dripping cunt. He grins as he knows your face hidden in the shadows is simply lovely. The pained expression as pleasure captures you without its claws.

He raises your nightgown to your waist then tucks the sides into the rope and does the same with the back.

"Naughty. Quite the lingerie to be wearing, princess."

"Fump humt!" You try back talking which gets you a slap on your exposed ass cheek by his gauntlet. You cried out in pain.

"Behave, though I serve you, you will not disrespect your knight."

You nod as if apologetically.

"Good girl." Kissing your nose, "Now, let me lay you down."

You are untied from the pipe but still helpless and now you are on the floor with wide-open legs.

Princess. The shit you do not call yourself because you are too grown for that!— Plus, you prefer being called kitten or pup, some hot and degrading when you are in the mood. Yet, from him, it sounds like a perfect fit.

You gasp as you feel his metal finger rub up and down your cunt, your partially lace panties captured his fancy. You are wet, and can't be helped with what he is doing with your breasts, his mouth back on them as he tugged your gown down to free them enough to place hickeys on the top.

You writhe and moan, head turning back and forth, back arching up when he gives more attention to your clit. The barrier of your panties protects you from cold metal but does not save you from his touches.

"That's it, so good for me, princess. It is what I am here for, to satisfy you."

The corner of your eyes builds up tears as the stimulation becomes too much. You won't be able to hold back from cumming.

And you swear he knows!

Knows and stops before you could cum, you were expecting him to then pull out his cock and just fuck you.

Oh, how wrong you are. Your knight is hellbent on ensuring his lesson is taught and understood.

He moves your panties aside before putting two fingers in his mouth to wet them before he cups your pussy. You go stiff when he tries to put two fingers in and then puts the middle finger slowly and carefully. He hushes you, finger wiggles and he groans at the way your velveteen walls are so inviting. Tight and wet, he moves it around a bit more before inserting his index finger, a second to wait for you to relax before moving. Scissoring his fingers to prepare you, enjoying searching for that spot; that spot that has any woman hysterical.

You are squirming more as you feel him searching for your demise, and you get unexpectedly loud when he does.

"Rihmrd!"

"Ah, deep right here." As he touches it again. His thumb is on your clit rubbing circles as he now has you trembling before your fall.

Over and over, just on the edge, he kept fingering you to the edge but never letting you cum.

At this point, you are crying and begging for him to just let you cum. You have forgotten about being mad at him for anything! All you want is mercy to be free of this torture!

"Has the princess learned her lesson, hm?"

You nod your head quickly.

"Understand my patience can be tested but you will reap the consequences, dear one. I can be rewarding and merciless." A dark tone you now realize he used during one of the matches where you went too far to be petty.

"You will cum soon. First, you will provide me with a taste of your nectar."

Anything he wanted he could take it with how you are burning alive with need.

Richard Sterling is a beautiful man, there is no denying that truth. So is Frederick, so is Edgar (when he isn't being an ass), and Joseph (God, he is divine).

And you have had your share of fun with them. Nothing serious, just fun.

But you do not believe this is going to be a temporary one-night stand with Richard. You fear he is going to imprint himself on you, have you crawling back to him, to be his pauper turned into a princess by his word alone.

You hate that! Hate him yet he is between your legs drinking from you while you wish you could pull on his hair— Fucking soft looking hair.

His eyes are sharp on you, locking eyes with him is a mistake as his fingers suddenly start moving at a relentless pace and his mouth is on your clit.

That was your end, seeing the damn constellation of stars with how hard you cum.

You are not going to be able to recover from this, he might have ruined you forever for another. Jerk. Asshole. Damn bastard!

"Gorgeous. Well done, princess." Then he chuckles as your glare is back but your eyes are glossy from crying. "There is no need for that."

You are a mess, hot and bothered, and extremely needy for more.

He kisses his way up to your chest then kisses your chin with the satisfaction of a cat who caught the mouse. "We are not done yet, but you know this. You aren't done either."

You huff at him though you still are floating on cloud nine of your orgasmic high. His hands carefully untied your legs, soothing them and kissing your thigh as he rubbed the numbness you were gaining away. His eyes on your face, your parted lips, your eyes that stare wide-eyed at him like a doe-eyed maiden— Though he believes a siren-eyed maiden caught in a fisherman's net.

“How tempting you are my dearest princess. It is no wonder others are enchanted by you.” His voice is so elegant and sweet in the way you imagine romance novel men sound like.

Perfect, too perfect, you are going to dig yourself further into his trap.

The other leg is untied and given the same care, but then he lifts your leg, and—Your flustered cheek hurts from how hot they are! He tosses off your slipper, his tongue sliding up the bottom of your foot up your big toe, his mouth on it— Sucking on it— before bending your knee to allow him to kiss his way up to your calf.

“Fumk ah!”

Richard attacks your breasts once more, you are helpless and honestly do not want to fight, everything he does has you lost in the ether damn pleasure. His cock is not even inside of you and you want it so badly— So badly you are saying gagged nonsense as he switches from your breasts to your neck and face. He licks your tears away, lips on your cheeks, the dark chuckle as he avoids your sweet lips.

“Shh, now, have I not been patient and merciful with you? Foregoing your reasonable punishment.”

You nod as you just want him to fuck you already.

“Of course, anything for you as you hold my heart, princess.” He rips open your nightgown with his sharp gauntlet. “I will ravish you here, upon your bed, upon mine, anywhere your shameless heart wishes.”

The kiss on your nose has you in tears, well, more tears of frustration and need. He looks at you with affection and false pity.

"Now, my princess," The cloth tugged down to hang around your neck, "Beg with that filthy mouth you like to use to berate your knight."

Oh, you do, with a sobbing cracking voice, you beg for cock. Beg and debase yourself for him to finally fuck you the only way he can possibly could give.

"Good girl." He stands up leaving on the floor looking up at him like a savior promising to soothe your misery.

"On your chest, princess, and show me your ass." Vulgar word coming from him only makes you wetter— If that is possible. You do your best while lying down and rolling over the floor, you cringe at how sticky your breasts are on the cold floor. And pushing your legs under you to display not only your ass but your glossy dripping cunt to the fire.

"Magnificent..." Then he slaps your ass from the bottom near your pussy, "A taste of what you will receive if you test me again, my princess." He enjoys your shout of pain and lust from his firm strike.

You are so happy to hear the unbuttoning of his trousers, to hear his feet moving and the thump of him dropping to his knees. Better is his gauntlet-covered hand grabs a hold of your hair as he rubs his very hard and ready cock between your lower lips, his groan when the tip of his cock catches your twitching hole.

"Richard, please! Please, my knight!" Calling to him. He pulls your hair as his other hand guides him inside the paradise he knows well.

This is the point of no return he wants you, the point where he could do anything and you will take because so long as that quim of yours in full; and he will do anything to you. The last piece of rope is a short-lived mercy as the knight yanks off your robe revealing the deep dip of your nightgown.

The growl at the sight exposing the reality of your nightwear is far more revealing than the current ones of his time, anyone could— Have— Seen you like this.

Your arms are fortunately sore but not numb, your hands scrambling to grab onto anything as he moves at a fast and brutal pace— It hurts yet it is amazing! You cannot shut up, moaning and saying his name, you do not care if anyone passing back hears.

Richard just must not stop, never stop, you say it to beg him to not stop fucking you so damn good.

“That's it, perfect, princess.” Sounding equally as affected by this, by him thrusting into you like a rutting mutt.

“Richard! I'm so ah close!” It is too much yet not enough, “More, everything, please!” Broken sentences of desperation, the laugh behind you as he lays upon your back covering your body. All you feel is him, all you smell is him, all you want is him. His hand goes between your legs, you lose your voice as he rubs your sensitive cilt bringing about your end.

It doesn't stop even with you black out for a second, he keeps going with you on your back and him holding your legs together over his shoulder. He looks so handsome like this; his eyes shine with his fulfilled promise of sin, and his swollen bottom lip from biting down on it, the sweat on his forehead as he gives you everything. You cum once more but now with him, the sensation of his cum filling you up reminds you how grateful you are unable to get pregnant in this cursed manor.

The only good thing about this place, is no more menstrual cycles (though the ovation horniness is still there) and no pregnancies.

You both are out of breath, eyes locked on one another, he doesn't pull out. Richard parts and rests your legs down before kissing you, your legs lock him close as he starts touching you again and you fight to get his clothes off.

Richard finds him enjoying your “bratty” behavior, he gets to see how far you go to get the attention you want from him. It has its time and place, and yes it is childish, but he finds that so long as he has you over his knee— Well, you are inspired to behave for a while.

“Princess.” Kissing your hand as he finds you in the library putting away some of the books you borrowed, “Are you preoccupied at the moment?”

“No, why?” Placing the last book back, “Dick!” He pushed you against the wall-mounted bookshelf with both your hands against the shelf.

“Knight or Richard.”

“No Daddy or my Lord?” Being your usual self, “Is my Lord in a good mood if he is wearing his armor.” Winking at him. You like the Red Knight armor set though it is a pain in the ass to get it all off— Not that you want it off of him immediately!

“He is but her highness should address me as ‘sir’ for I am only her,” Sliding down onto his knees, “Modest knight.” You keep your hands in place as you watch him enjoy the benefits of you wearing a summer dress, one you usually wear to tea with Emma and Melly.

“Here?”

“Here.”

[multisstuff]

Had this idea for a while, wrote this on the train and caffeine overdose <3

Tags: raphael bg3 x reader (she/ her, human), both crying, not proofread (idk I suck at this)

ENJOY 🫶

Ending?

Showing her his true form hurt.

He hid it so well these past few months, but ofc she won't like him anymore after seeing his horns and wings.

The look on her face is almost unbearable, and raphael only manages a scoff to overplay his feelings even though his mind is racing in finding some rocky words to throw at her he just couldn't find the right ones.

Her eyes water and she puts her hand on his cheek forcing him to look at her.

"I'm sorry"

She hiccups and fat tears roll down her beautiful face.

Confusion is written over his face.

"I'm so sorry for not being safe enough for you to show me your true self what a horrible partner I am"

Her tears roll down her cheeks, staining her perfect red and gold blouse, which she got from her lover.

And for a second raphael is taken aback by reflex he takes her hand and squeezes it.

"No!" He dramatically yells as he feels like he doesn't deserve this sympathy from somebody so pure and honest, "I dont need your pity..." his voice breaks.

He wants to teach her a lesson, how dare a mere mortal have pity on him, but something beneath his consciousness wants her to stay with him and not leave him how he anticipated.

So he guids his other hand to cup her cheek and forces himself to look deep in her eyes as if not looking in her eyes would betray her.

"You have to be angry," he slowly loses his strength in his legs and kneels in front of her, "you have to curse me and and" he's completely lost since he's never experienced this kind of helplessness in his entire life.

Whenever Raphael wanted something, he'd get it. Whenever he guessed or predicted something, he'd be right, but in this moment, he's helpless and so confused.

His own feelings betray him as his eyes tear up, which is so ridiculous to him that since he's a creature of fire, he shouldn't be able to cry and especially not because of his feelings.

But as she gently wraps her arms around him, he can't help but cling at her, and even though his body temperature is too hot for her human body, she holds onto him just as tight.

Both now crying in each other's arms completely overwhelmed with their own emotions, not wanting to let go of each other.

[bg3fan]

The devil you don't know

Part 6

Part 7 (fin)

After a while, Raphael tears stopped and his body turned human again, while being in his arms.

"No, why would you turn back?" You ask with a disappointed voice and even though you can't see his face, you can feel his growing smirk.

"What? You aren't afraid, my dear?" He nudges your side in a jokingly matter, still trying to mask his vulnerable side from you.

You immediately assure him that you'd never be afraid of him because he proved to you over and over again that he'd never hurt you no matter what.

"Is it OK if I touch you?" You suddenly feel very shy and anxious about the whole situation. It takes you back, where you two would explore each other's body for the first time.

"As you wish, my love," you break out of his arms to see how his body transforms again, and even though you try to look closely, you can't tell how his body does the transformation.

You take a minute to just admire his red leather skin and his horns that look like a majestic crown.

Slowly, you reach out with your hands to touch his wings, but you halt before doing so, afraid of making him uncomfortable.

But instead of answering, Raphael lays down beside you on his belly and moves his wing against ur hand, which makes you let out a gasp at the feeling.

You're amazed at how smooth and soft yet firm it feels against your fingers, you try to be as gentle as possible and be aware of every bad reaction he might have but it seems like the red devil enjoys it as he lets out a small sigh of contentment.

"I love these so much," you confess, hoping to make him happy, since you know how much Raphael loves compliments, "I wish I had wings so I could fly wherever I want."

Raphael shifts to his side and chuckles at you "but guess what little mouse, I don't even need to use them, since teleportation is much faster"

You give him a little pout, "that's so unfair, how do you get to have wings and the ability to teleport yourself?" You pinch his sides as you're growing more and more jealous of him.

Suddenly, your eyes catch the sight of his tail, and you want to touch it so bad. But you know from old tiefling friends that the tails are the most sensitive body parts, so for now, you decide to restrain yourself from touching or grabbing it.

With a sighs you lay down on your back next to Raphael while his wing is over you like a blanket. His warmth brings you so much comfort that you could take a nap like this.

"Well, since you're my little mouse, I might provide you with some potions which may allow you to teleport." He kisses the side of your face while he pulls you closer to his side.

You only hum in response as you both find comfort in the silence of embracing each other after a long break of being away.

After some time, you nudge your head against his, carefully not to hurt yourself on his horns. "What will happen now?" You whisper lowly as to not disturb the peace of the quiet.

But it seems like Raphael has enough of the comfortable silence as sits up and pulls you on his lap, "Now you can expect the wealthy and luxurious life as my wife by my side."

You can't help and giggle at him calling you 'his wife', which fills you with excitement and joy.

He kisses your forehead before you are wrapped in hellfire, "Welcome to your new home, the house of hope!" A mischievous and excited grin is on his face as he carries you inside his house.

I fear this chapter turned out to be a bit short but I had a lot of fun writing this even though the end kind of took forever for me to write 💕

Thanks for everybody who wrote comments which kept encouraging me to write this 💕💕💕 (I'm especially looking at @fiendish-appreciation and @schreibsuchtis ❤️❤️) my hyperfixion on bg3 might kick back again when I play the game with some friends but they all moved on from playing it unfortunately:(

[naariel]

"Can't get enough?"

// explicit version

[jasmindarnell]

💕

[luniidae]

Cuddle time...

Check this out for the initial context ✨

If you have read the chapter 7 of my fic, you know Luvia and Haarlep's relationship started in fear, pain and disgute, and she hated herself through them for a long time after their first and unfortunate "encounter".

This will be more elaborated in due time since I don't want to spoil all the fun, but their shared moments are not always about physical pleasure only. From time to time, when Raphael's not around, Haarlep would simply snuggle with Luvia to comfort her and keep her company, as they got attached to her more than they would have thought.

You could almost hear them purr 🐈