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Blog: @drizztdohurtin Formerly active BG3 fan blog, archived on December 31 2024. Archived content: masterlist

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.⋆.♡. rule thirty-four .♡.⋆.

Wulbren Bongle x Reader smüt

content warnings: alcohol consumption, semi-drunk sèx, switch!Wulbren, reader has a vagina and breasts, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), semi-public sèx, dom!Reader, safeword is established but not used, unprotected sèx, creampie(s), riding, begging, squirting, overstimulation, probably ooc!Wulbren idfk

happy valentine’s day to those of you who will hear me out on this 💀

“Have you any idea how desperate I am for you?”

Wulbren seems equally surprised by the words that fell from his lips, and several beats of silence followed.

Wulbren had never been a fan of socializing, but he’d been dragged to the get-together by his comrades, who stated that it wouldn’t be right for their leader to not participate in a celebration in their honor. Plus, he didn’t want to seem even more of a stick-in-the-mud than he already did – especially not now that he was trying to slowly, painstakingly turn over a new leaf. But gods, it was too much in there. As such, Wulbren had inadvertently followed you, exiting through a different door in search of the bench he’d spotted earlier – where the famed and fabled Hero of Baldur’s Gate sat.

The going away party for the Ironhand Gnomes, who were planning to return to the Underdark, was enjoyable, but the good drink and good company had become a bit much for you. The cool night air had been a welcomed reprieve from it all, and you were enjoying the solitude – until Wulbren rounded the corner and stared at you awkwardly, unsure of whether to leave you be or join you.

You had giggled – so faintly that he didn’t even hear it. He simply assumed that’d been the cause of the slight movement of your shoulders, combined with the smile on your lips, as you took in the uncertain expression on his face, before patting the spot beside you. In hindsight, it must have been that very same indescribable charm of yours, coupled with that disarming smile on your lips, that prompted his alcohol-riddled mind to spew out what had been his deepest, darkest secret.

The flush that had been present on your cheeks before Wulbren’s abrupt confession only deepened, but he merely stared back at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. A faint blush of his own tinted his cheeks a lavender hue.

“Elaborate,” was all you managed in response, sensing the panic rising within the Ironhand Gnome and therefore aiming to broach the subject gently, carefully.

“You’re infuriating, do you know that?” Wulbren blurted – once again not giving his words a moment’s thought before they tumbled past his lips. The mixture of confusion, shock, and amusement on your face did little to encourage him, but he soldiered on. “You are intelligent, tough, capable, quick-witted, and kind. Myself, and half my clan, would be rotting corpses in that Moonrise Towers cell right now if you hadn’t done what you did. And you had no reason to. But you did it. And then I was an absolute cunt to you. More than once. Yet you still helped me resolve things with the Gondians, and keep peace with my clan, even when my own greed and hatred nearly cost me everything.”

“That’s all very sweet – and creeping dangerously close to a ‘thank you’ that I fear may send you to an early grave, but…” you mused, leaning forward on the hand resting on the bench between you two. The smirk on your lips, and the low, teasing tone of your voice made Wulbren’s head spin. “You’ve yet to get to explaining the ‘desperate’ part.”

Wulbren hesitated, just for a moment. He then took a long, deep swig of the whiskey in his glass, before leveling you with a hard stare.

“You are beautiful and enchanting in a way that makes me believe that the only explanation is that Ao himself had a hand in your creation. Every single thing about you steals the air from my lungs. And after all you’ve done for me, for all of Faerûn– how the fuck would I not be desperate for you? Along with every other man who lays eyes on you.”

You couldn’t be sure if it was the alcohol muddling your mind, or just the weight of his words, but you had to take a moment to let it all sink in. Slowly, you took another sip of your drink, then hummed thoughtfully.

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?” Wulbren parroted incredulously – teetering on offense. He’d just poured his fucking heart out to you, and that was your response?!

“Interesting,” you repeated, then swung a leg over the bench to straddle it, and leaned forward towards him again. With both palms flat on the stone, it accentuated your cleavage – which snatched Wulbren’s attention for a split second, before returning his eyes to yours. “Interesting that you’re worried what other men may think of me, when you’re the one out here with me…. All alone…. With all the time in the world to do something about it.”

The sound of his cup hitting the ground cut through the noise of the reverie inside the tavern, and before your half-drunk mind could process the movement, he was surging forward to cup your face in his hands and pull you into a kiss – filled with more passion than any other you’d experienced in your life.

The pair of you had managed to nonchalantly sneak into the basement of the tavern, having deemed it the closest option for privacy. That was somewhere near an hour ago – or perhaps even longer. You’d lost all sense from the amount of time Wulbren had been between your thighs, surprisingly strong hands prying you open for his eager mouth to devour you.

The Ironhand leader licked, sucked, nibbled, feasted on you in a way that made it clear that his confessions of longing were not merely talk. The man was truly, deeply, deliciously desperate for you. Even after you’d orgasmed once already, Wulbren did not stop – would not stop until he’d gotten his fill. He’d simply swatted your hand away when you attempted to push him away, and held you down harder, with a strength built from years of ironwork, sure to leave bruises that’d appear by morning.

The mindless groan Wulbren let out against your center was so loud that it nearly blocked your ears from the unmistakable sound of the basement door creaking open. However, your urgent taps on his arm alerted him to the intrusion, and he halted his movements – lifting his head to watch through a crack in the storage room wall as a tipsy tavern employee stumbled about, in search of a restock on libations.

Your eyes were still locked on the worker, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath, enjoying the reprieve from Wulbren’s fiendish tongue. However, the reprieve was short-lived, because the interruption did little to dampen his appetite. Eyes locked on your face, Wulbren slowly eased a finger inside of you, and you choked back a gasp as he immediately added another.

An impish grin graced his features when you locked eyes with him, and he whispered, “Best be quiet. Wouldn’t want some poor, unsuspecting tavern employee to see the Hero of Baldur’s Gate in such an indecent state, now would we?”

“Wulbren –” you whispered frantically, but the bastard silenced you when he began thrusting his fingers. In and out, curling them to hit your sweet spot, and you could do nothing more than clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that escaped.

“Oh, my apologies, did you have something to say?” Wulbren teased in a whisper, head tilted in a curious manner, contradicting the smirk on his lips and his darkened eyes.

“Wulbren, wait, I’m – fuck, I’m gonna — wait, wait, wait –”

“Hm… I don’t think I will,” he hummed quietly, then zeroed in on the spot that made you clench around his fingers the most, abusing it until –

Your fist collided with the table you laid upon, an unconscious response to the overwhelming, ear-ringing, dizzying pleasure that overwhelmed your body – especially considering that you were still fighting off the sounds that threatened to escape you.

However, the whack against the wood caught the employee’s attention, and Wulbren watched in anticipation as the man froze, scratched his head, and took a step towards the supply cupboard – until someone at the top of the stairs called for him. He mumbled “somethin’ must’ve fallen” before disappearing, closing the heavy wooden door behind him, thereby reinstating the lovers’ privacy.

All of your concentration was dedicated to re-learning how to breathe, so you didn’t notice Wulbren licking his fingers clean before discarding everything from the waist down, until your head lolled to the side to see him holding a hand out to you. His expression was serious, and devoid of emotion, but you could see it in his eyes – the nervousness, the apprehension.

You took his hand and joined him on the floor, as the two of you were in an unspoken agreement that the old table would not be able to handle the force of a coupling. When you sat down, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. It seemed as though he melted into you; the tension left his shoulders, and he let himself relax into your embrace. At that, you pulled him to lay down with you, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance without breaking the kiss.

Wulbren rested his forehead against yours and murmured, “Are you certain?”

“As certain as I was of breaking you free when I first laid eyes on you in that cell,” you replied, smiling softly against his lips. Still yet, he hesitated a moment, so you urged him by wrapping your legs around his waist and murmuring, “Please, Wulbren. I need you.”

The man shivered at your words, but nodded in confirmation, then pushed inside of you – tantalizingly slow.

Gods above, you really should have spared a peek beforehand. He was much bigger than you’d anticipated, creating a tantalizing stretch from girth alone. Your mouth dropped open and your brows furrowed, and Wulbren could scarcely stand to look at you like that – a strangled sound escaping him, from deep within his chest. You’d expected him to begin moving then, but he stayed extremely still, squeezing his eyes shut and seemingly holding his breath.

An impatient whine escaped you, and you used your ankles hooked behind him to urge him to move, but Wulbren merely let out an even more depraved, choked noise than the one before.

“S-Stop, don’t – don’t fucking do that,” he hissed, sounding breathless. “Just – just give me a moment.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you cooed, stroking the back of your knuckles down his cheek – earning a pretty, periwinkle blush from him. “Been so desperate for so long that you can barely keep yourself from finishing the moment you’re inside me. What a sweetheart.”

“Shut the Hells –”

You flipped him over and he groaned when his back hit the floor, but you suspected it wasn’t from the impact from the way his hands fiercely, desperately, gripped your hips to halt you. You flicked his hands away, same as he’d done to you earlier, and he sucked in a stuttered breath.

“Say… hm…. Say ‘runepowder’ if you need me to stop. Otherwise, I will be taking your protests with a grain of salt. Understand?”

Wulbren nodded slightly, so you leaned forward to grab him by the jaw. Bright jewel-toned eyes stared up at you, positively enamored, and it brought a smile to your lips.

“I want your verbal confirmation, darling. Can you do that for me?”

Wulbren managed a glare, and opened his mouth to respond, then seemed to find just enough attitude left within him to shrug, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought off a grin.

“Well, I suppose, if you won’t agree to setting a safe word, then it wouldn’t be morally appropriate of me to continue with this….” you mused with feigned resignation, frowning as you moved to get off of him. Wulbren’s hands shot out in a panic, gripping your waist and holding you in place, keeping his cock secured inside of you.

“Fine, fuck. Yes, okay, I’ll say fucking runepowder if I need to. Alright? Happy?”

As a reward, you leaned forward and kissed him – long, slow, and sweet.

“Very,” you replied, then immediately began moving your hips.

Wulbren’s head fell back against the floor with a faint thunk, and a contented sigh of relief escaped him at the sensation. You fucked yourself on his length with precision, building your pace gradually as your hips met his, until you reached a point where you were riding him without a shred of mercy. Wulbren’s cockiness from earlier gave no indication that he would get to this point – whimpering, breathless, gasping, moaning mess – especially not so quickly. But gods, it was nice to see.

You were far from finished when he, once again, tried stopping you with an iron grip on your hips and pitiful pleas of, “Hells, stop, I – I need a moment, please – fuck!”

“Hm… no, I don’t believe I will.”

Wulbren groaned, caught between wanting you to stop so he didn’t cum so godsdamned fast – and being willing to sell his very soul in exchange for you never stopping. Mindlessly, his hands attempted to halt you once more, frantically clutching your hips and waist. You took his hands in yours, and forced them above his head – flat against the wood, leaning on them to support yourself at this new angle, but being mindful to not hurt his hands.

The man whimpered in the most pathetic manner you’d ever heard, and the moment he opened his eyes – seeing you looming above him with a fucked-out smirk on your lips, still riding his cock like you were trying to kill him – it was more than he could take. Wulbren gasped your name, at the same moment you felt his warm cum filling you up.

You paused, peppering a few kisses over his nose, cheeks, forehead, and lips, before moving to kiss the shell of his ear and whisper, “I’m not yet done with you, sweetheart.”

Wulbren opened his mouth – either to question you, or begin apologizing profusely for finishing before you. He wasn’t even sure which was going to take precedent. However, whatever semblance of a rational thought he’d possessed, was stolen from him in an instant, as you began moving your hips once again.

If you thought the poor Ironhand leader sounded wrecked before, it was nothing compared to how he sounded now.

The moans and whimpers grew so loud that you were grateful for the incessant noise from above, the party still in full swing. And then the man began babbling, incoherent praises and remarks that he didn’t even seem fully aware of saying.

“Gods, fuck, yes – use me. Ah, fuck! Slower…. Wait, no, harder. Gods, yes, just like that…. Ugh, you feel so fucking good…. I’m yours. I’m yours, use me, please….”

With a saccharine smile, you murmured, “Can you cum for me one more time, darling?” Your lips ghosting over his, your soaked cunt still gliding up and down over his twitching, still-leaking cock, over and over and over.

Wulbren whined, loud and pitiful, before gasping out, “Yes. For you. Anything for you.”

Everything felt so deliciously warm and wet. The sloppy mess pooling where your bodies met, a mixture of his previous orgasm and your ever-gushing slick. The sweat sticking to every inch of your bodies, glimmering like crystals when the moonlight caught it. The impossibly tight warmth surrounding his throbbing cock.

Wulbren wasn’t sure he was going to survive this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Please tell me you’re close. By Ironhand, please be fucking close,” Wulbren gasped out.

“Almost. If you promise to be good, I’ll let you use your pretty hands to help me get off.”

“Yes, I-I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good for you. Please, let me touch you,” he pleaded, and you released your hold on his hands.

One immediately flew to cup your breast through your top, squeezing and kneading the flesh, as the other moved to deftly circle your clit, with a precision you didn’t expect him to be capable of in this state. Mindlessly, his hips began thrusting upwards to match your movements, and the slight alteration of the position had him hitting your sweet spot in a way that made your back bow as you cried out his name. Clearly eager to please, Wulbren continued the motion, as well as kept thumbing your clit, and the moment he felt your walls begin to spasm around his cock, he came in unison with you, filling you up again as you soaked his entire torso, groin, and thighs with your juices.

Your entire body felt like electrified jelly, as you rolled off of him and laid on the floor beside him. From your peripheral, you could see his chest heaving, and you suspected you appeared in an even worse state. Wordlessly, Wulbren stood and grabbed a couple of rags from a clean laundry basket in the corner, and began tidying himself after handing you one. When you glanced at Wulbren again, he was already looking at you, a faint smile on his sweat-speckled face.

“Well, what’s the verdict? Did I live up to expectations?” you questioned, breathless.

“You were adequate.”

“Adequate?!” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest in offense, and Wulbren laughed lightheartedly.

“Oh, please. I was embarrassing myself to the Fugue Plane and back by begging and whining like a bitch in heat not five minutes ago. Do you really have to ask?”

“No, but I certainly don’t mind the praise,” you teased, and Wulbren rolled his eyes.

“Tch. The Hero of Baldur’s Gate doesn’t mind a little praise? Color me shocked.”

You laughed, and Wulbren smiled at you. A few moments of silence passed, and an awkwardness settled into your bones – likely related to the alcohol having worn off as well. The two of you hadn’t even been friends before this, so what in the Hells was meant to happen next?

Seemingly sensing your discomfort, Wulbren stood and quickly dressed himself, then held out a hand to you.

“Come on. Let’s get you put back together, and then I think you owe me a drink.”

“Oh, I owe you a drink?” you inquired, eyebrows raised, as you did as he bade you and began dressing yourself. Sweetly, he knelt and helped with the laces on your boots, an amused grin on his face.

“Certainly. You drug me down here –”

“I drug you down here?! Oh, you absolute ass –”

“And had your way with me. So, now I’m owed a drink,” Wulbren concluded. “But I suppose I could stand to buy you one as well. Only to be a gentleman, that is.”

“Oh that’s what you think you are? A gentleman?” you jested, one eyebrow raised, and the smug smirk on his lips widened.

“Mhmm.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” you replied, grinning at him once more before returning to the festivities upstairs, a very contented, much-too-smiley Wulbren trailing behind you.

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[drizztdohurtin]

also throwback to when someone else on here was plagiarizing my writing and changing it just a little bit to look less suspicious

I still caught on. fuckin dumbass, don't do that shit 💀

[drizztdohurtin]

New year new me, I'm archiving this damn blog. I'm going to keep it up so that readers and bg3 enjoyers can still access my writing, but everything else will essentially be gone and I will kind of be un-branding it, if that makes sense? I'm also archiving everything on AO3. If you'd like to keep in contact with me, please send me a message and I'll give you my new blog name and how to otherwise stay in touch! I appreciate you all and all of the love you've sent over the past year. My life is changing (and, tbf, has been changing a lot even before this) like crazy in 2025 and I'm just not really interested in being online in this capacity anymore.

Love you all and have a happy new year! <3

[dutifullylazybread]

Wyobrażam sobie, że Tav nigdy nie widziała diabelstwa, jest ciekawa, ale boi się, że przekroczy pewne granice intymności. 🥹Generalnie Tav boi się dotyku, ale jednocześnie jest osobą bardzo spragnioną (nie inaczej, mając takich facetów w pobliżu😆), ciekawe jak zareagowaliby Dammon lub zawsze kapryśny Rolan. Widzę, jak przełamując strach, przywiązuje ich do łóżka i nie wypuszcza przez całą noc.💦💦💦

Hi there! So, I don’t speak or read Polish, so I had to run this through Google translator (I’m hoping it didn’t fail me here!---Google is also the one that told me that your message was in Polish, so if I am wrong, please forgive me!!) 😭

GOOGLE TRANSLATED PROMPT: “I imagine Tav has never seen a tiefling, she's curious but afraid of crossing certain lines of intimacy.  Generally, Tav is afraid of touch, but at the same time he is a very thirsty person (no different, having such guys around😆), I wonder how Dammon or the always capricious Rolan would react. I see how, overcoming fear, he ties them to the bed and doesn't let them out all night.💦💦💦”

Content warnings - Discussion of characters being consensually tied to a bed (arms and legs are tied to bedposts). Also smut. A lot of it.

Tiefling Bachelors Tied to the Bed by A Touch-Averse Tav [ft. Rolan, Dammon]

Rolan:

-When you and Rolan started seeing each other, he thought nothing of your aversion to touch. -While he isn’t opposed to physical affection, he also isn’t going to be bothered if there isn’t a lot present in a romantic relationship. -So if you don’t touch him or try to initiate intimacy, he isn’t terribly concerned. He just thinks you express your feelings in a different way. If not that, he might just assume that you are taking things slowly. -He does, however, notice if a touch-averse partner draws away from him when he tries to take their hand or touch them on the shoulder. -That concerns him, and he is direct enough to ask you outright why, exactly, are you shying away from him. -He is flattered/flustered when you explain that you find him very, very attractive (though he will hide this by clearing his throat and looking elsewhere). -He is more than understanding when you say that you don’t care for touch. So long as there is an emotional connection, he’s content to take things at your preferred pace. -And he catches on rather quickly when he realizes that you are, for lack of a better term, horny and bothered. -And that makes him horny and bothered. -So when you say that you want to be intimate with him, he is fine with you taking the lead. More than fine. -He wasn’t expecting you to suggest tying him to the bed though. -Perhaps the two of you have had sex before you floated this idea to him. But this is certainly the first time limbs being tied down is broached. -He will take some time to consider. After all, one thing that Rolan values is control in a situation. And while he understands that, with a word, he can halt the experience and be untied, he is nervous. -…but he is also plenty excited. -And above all else, he trusts you. -He tries to play his excitement off as curiosity—a healthy scholarly query, nothing more. -But with how his breath catches when you look at him, and with how his tail is either perfectly stiff or making slow, languid turns around his legs… you suspect he might not be telling you everything. -And then he just outright says, “Gods, are you tying me down or not? Come on.” -If you aren’t undressing him, he’s practically stripping for you.

While Tied Down:

-Rolan is a whimperer. -Not just a whimperer, but when stimulated enough, the man whines with need. -Every stroke, every touch, every gentle squeeze has him moaning. -His tail is everywhere. It is slapping against the mattress, curling around your leg, holding your waist, clinging to your wrist. It goes totally slack when he is gripped (perhaps figuratively but definitely literally) in pleasure. -You’ll know he’s in bliss when you hear a heavy thud and find his tail limp on the bed. -Take your time. He will push himself into your touch, begging for you to stroke him—to kiss him. Anywhere. Everywhere. -He can barely think straight. -He returns your kisses, hungry for your mouth against his. -Will go absolutely feral with need if you ride his face. Might just come from that alone—especially if you pull his hair or grip his horns. -His tail goes completely rigid as you stroke his cock. Look at his toes—they’re curling as he digs them into the mattress. -You drive the pace. You decide how quickly or how slowly to go. And he is very vocal if you aren’t going quickly enough for him. -The slower you go, the more maddened he is. He will beg for you to go faster, to stop torturing him with your relentless edging… but with how he moans your name as you feather your hands over his body, with how he melts into your touch, you get the sense he isn’t too bothered by you taking your time with him. -And if you simply stop? Just to tease him? Maybe to build the anticipation? Rolan’s eyes snap open. -He most certainly doesn’t mind when you run your tongue down his neck, over his chest—though he does get breathless the closer you get to his cock. -When you take his length in your mouth, his arms will strain against his ties, because he just wants to touch you. -He likes to think that he hasn’t begged up until this point. But now? Now that he has been worked into a lather? He is pleading for you to touch him, to taste him. -If his tail is curled about you, he is tugging on your middle. -Just please, please don’t leave him like this. Please. -Loves watching you ride his cock. Will try to move in rhythm with you, but he might be too close at this point to do so successfully. -Will beg you to let him come. He feels amazing. Tears are running down his face. He can barely remember his own name, let alone how to speak a coherent sentence. -He isn’t quiet when he finishes. He will stiffen as pleasure floods his senses and a moan is wrenched from the depths of his chest. -Is near-boneless in his euphoria. His eyes are unfocused. His breathing heavy. -He manages to gasp out a soft ‘thank you.’ -Once you untie him, he will want to hold you and be held in turn. As much as he enjoyed the experience, as much as he tells himself he doesn’t need physical touch, he needs the closeness afterwards. -That is if you want to be held afterwards. If not, he will ask that you lay a little closer while the two of you doze.

Dammon:

-I do subscribe to the fandom’s opinion that Dammon is not only sexually experienced, but also a rather kinky fellow. -I also think he is very good at picking up on body language cues from others. -So when you and him get closer, he notices your aversion to touch, and he respects it. If he does touch you, he makes sure to ask beforehand. -Otherwise, he will cross his arms and brace his palms on his elbows, or he will keep himself busy with sketching armor designs or preparing materials for his next project. His posture remains loose and open, however. The last thing he wants is to make you think he isn’t interested in what you have to say or dismissive of your presence. -He doesn’t press you to move at a pace you aren’t ready for. -If anything, he acts as if he has all the time in the world. He certainly feels like he does, and that carries over into sex. -The one thing you have always admired about him is that he doesn’t appear shaken by much of anything. If you have any nerves about the speed at which things are progressing, Dammon is happy to discuss and correct as needed. -He welcomes whatever physical intimacy you are comfortable with, and he makes sure that the first kiss the two of you share is gentle and loving. -When you do work up the courage to explain that you have an aversion to touch, you might be worried that he will take it personally. He doesn’t. Instead, he asks you what he can do to help—if he can do anything to help. -This might be when you broach the topic of tying him down to the bed during sex. -His response? “Fine with me.”

While Tied Down:

-This isn’t Dammon’s first experience with bondage sex. He is comfortable with topping or bottoming. -Will offer advice and provide suggestions as you tie him down. -Loves watching you touch him, so he prefers to be propped up in bed. -Very good at expressing if there is too much strain on one or more of his limbs. -Dammon doesn’t whimper so much as he rasps deep in his throat. You know what you are doing feels good when his hum of pleasure falls dangerously close to a deep-seated growl. -Enjoys having you run your hands over his body. This doesn’t even have to be sensual—you could give him a massage and his tail would curl around you in a show of contentment. -Dammon doesn’t beg, but if you tease him by kissing or circling around where he wants you to touch him, he will squirm. Not too much at first, but the more aroused he gets, the more he writhes. -Bares his neck to you in hopes that you’ll kiss his throat. -His arms will strain against his binds if you start leaving love bites. He desperately wants to hold you—to gasp your name in your ear as you mark him as yours. -Will kiss you slowly, languidly as you pump his cock with your hands. All the while he is raising his hips to lean into your touch. -Will whimper if you’re too far away for him to kiss you in these moments. It’s a small noise. But it's noticeable. -But can you really tease him like that when he gives you such a sweet look? -The closer he gets to coming, the more desperately his mouth moves over yours. -Will punctuate his kisses with frantic little gasps. -If his mouth is free, then he is quick to tell you how amazing you feel, how much he loves having your hands on him. -He loves watching you get off on him. While he enjoys receiving, he also loves giving. So to see you enjoying yourself as you touch him will drive him close to the edge. -Will beg you to use his tail to pleasure yourself and will get more and more aroused as he watches you. -In fact, an excellent way to tease Dammon is to sit at the end of the bed and use his tail. -He can barely think if you start to tongue it. -He’ll watch you, the rise and fall of his chest quickening with each shallow breath he takes. -He tells himself that there is no rush. That you two have all the time in the world. -But, damnit, he feels himself getting anxious with need. -If you’re sucking his cock, he is desperately trying to maintain his composure—especially if you haven’t told him he can come yet. -But the closer he gets, the harder it is for him to resist the ever so pressing urge to finish. -He is shaking. -Not only is he shaking, he is sweating. -Try as he may to center himself, he can’t stop himself from gasping and bearing down on the bed. He’s desperate to contain himself. -His requests become more frantic the closer he gets to finishing. Everything from, “A little faster, love,” to “Please ride me. Please.” -And when you finally tell him that he can come? His soul basically leaves his body. -He is limp against the headboard. His hair is damp with sweat. If he isn’t panting, he’s thanking you profusely. -Will kiss you clumsily as he comes down from his orgasm. He can barely lift his head at this point, but he’s going to try. -After untying him, take the time to rub his limbs down. He is still coming down from his orgasm, and this care leaves him drowsy and happy. -That being said, he isn’t opposed to going for longer. -Overstimulation? He knows the game. He loves it. He’s ready. -Every brush and stroke has him breathless now. -It doesn’t take much for him to finish at this point. -And, if he feels like you haven’t had your needs thoroughly met, then he is more than ready to help you with that.

[drizztdohurtin]

It's a good day when I wake up to an email from @arczism patreon titlee "zosan - nsfw"

[arczism]

Feeding you till you're in love with me

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Stfu you know I'd die for you

[arczism]

Marry me then, coward

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CUMMING!! I MEAN..... coming!!

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[arnaerr]

Happy 1-year anniversary, Baldur's Gate 3! A compilation of my fav artworks on the occasion :)

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The Blade.

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Protector of the Forest.

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Could I request headcanons for Cal, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to his non-tiefling gender neutral s/o asking if he could wrap his tail around their waist or leg when they're with him in private?

Aww what a cute idea!! I loved writing this one! This may be a little shorter though due to the nature of the prompt.

Cal, Rolan, and Zevlor Wrapping Their Tails Around Their Non-Tiefling Partners

Cal

This man is already having some trouble keeping his tail to himself. Sometimes it has a mind of its own and is already trying to wrap around his partner.

He's not sure if having his tail around them is okay yet so he settled for his hands. Hands in theirs, on their hip, on their thigh when he wants to tease...gods, he wishes he can use his tail more.

Sometimes he catches the spade of his tail gently tapping against their leg or ankle, and he immediately retracts it with an awkward apology.

He always tries to laugh it all off, but part of him is honestly ready to beg. Is it strange to want this so badly?

When they finally bring it up, he’s both excited and nervous. What if they don’t like it? Would they want him to stop? Is he already too touchy?

He’s relieved when they say they like it, they just prefer it in private. He can do that no problem! He starts wrapping his tail around their ankle or calf first, starting slow.

He works his way up to their thighs and waist, using it to tug them closer. He loves that he gets to use this now, so he takes full advantage.

Rolan

Rolan is the type to keep to himself, but much like his brother, his tail has a mind of its own. He hates it very much, since sometimes it gives away how he feels.

With his partner, he still tends to keep to himself. But his tail still reacts to anything they do or just their presence alone. It’ll stand on attention any time they walk into a room.

He thinks it’s a little pathetic, his lack of control over his tail, but his partner doesn’t seem to mind it.

When his partner asks him if he could be more touchy with his tail, he’s surprised. He’s only ever saw it as the nuisance, but they like it??

Reluctantly, he does so, and it shocks him how much he enjoys it. Being able to touch them in this way is intimate, and it makes him feel closer to them.

His favorite place to wrap around is either waist. It’s a sure way to keep them close, and he likes the way they stroke along the length of it.

He’s still that stubborn wizard we know, but now he’s starting to open up just a little bit more. All hell will break loose as soon as he starts to tease.

Zevlor

Zevlor is experienced, though he doesn’t really use his tail that often. He’s more of a hand holder than a tail holder.

His tail isn’t as reactive as other Tieflings either. He’s a Hellrider, or at least was. He learned how to control the emotions on his face and tail.

It still idly sways about when he’s calm, but it never reaches or grabs for his partner, not even instinctually. He knows his partner notices, but he never saw it as a big deal.

When they ask why, he’s oddly surprised. He didn’t realize they were thinking about it so much, so he explains he’s just not really reactive with his tail.

When they ask if his tail could hold them one night, he’s even more surprised. Was this something they’ve always wanted? Either way, his tail winds around their thigh.

He ends up loving this simple act of intimacy, especially when he finds he can’t use his hands at that moment, like when cooking with them.

He finds himself using his tail much more often, even if it’s to playfully smack them. More than anything though, he’s glad that something so simple makes them happy.

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what would you all do if I suddenly shifted this blog from primarily Rolan to only Wulbren Bongle

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yeehaw

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I finally drew Kar'niss as a gift for a dear friend!

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You survived, brother. It’s okay! We‘re here.

This was the second of my two entries for the Rolan fanart competition by his voice actor George Taylor!

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Halsin, the babe, the husband, the love of my life, forever

// explicit

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Tangled Fates - Chapter 6

Rolan x unnamed!Tav

Summary: Tav gets royally messed up at Moonrise Tower. Who will be there to spend the night with her?

Rating: M Warnings: slight descriptions of bloody injuries Word count: 3,155

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The group’s mission at Moonrise had gone better than planned for the most part. Tav and her companions were able to make their way inside without the slightest trouble; earned the trust of every person inside the tower without even trying. They were able to walk freely amongst the cultists which allowed them to collect a variety of important information to take back to Last Light. 

Most importantly, they were allowed to poke around down in the prison where they found Cal, Lia, Lakrissa, and Danis, as well as a few Ironhand gnomes all trapped in the cells. The leader of the group of gnomes suggested Tav retrieve his hammer for him as he believed he could knock away the wall of the cell and escape through the back. Upon further inspection, Tav found a rowboat in the caves behind the cells big enough to hold all of the prisoners. 

After careful planning, the group decided they would get rid of each guard in the prison and then break the tieflings and gnomes out through the back and take the row boat back to Last Light. The plan started with getting rid of the two scrying eyes roaming around. One of the guards saw Karlach throw the second eye into the abyss surrounding the warden’s watch tower, which started the first of two fights. 

Taking out the first guard was easy enough, but two more of them joined the fight at the end, one being the warden who was twice as hard to defeat. By the end of it, Astarion and Gale had both been downed. They all drank enough healing potions to help them scrape by one more fight if they had to. Before anything else, they collected everything they could from the watchtower only to find another scrying eye on the upper level. It had alerted the remaining guards in the prison to their presence just before Karlach threw it out the window into the chasm below. 

When the guards arrived and saw the others dead on the ground, a fight began immediately. One of the guards threw a shrapnel bomb at the group, who were firing ranged attacks from up on the makeshift balcony of the second level. Gale and Karlach were far enough from the bomb that they barely got hit, whereas Astarion and Tav took the worst of it. Astarion was thrown probably 30 feet off the balcony and onto the bridge below where the two guards stood, and Tav was cut severely by multiple pieces of shrapnel, the worst of her injuries weren’t realized until the end of the fight. 

By the time the guards were dead, Gale had to use the last of his healing potions on Astarion as Tav bled out from multiple gaping wounds - most notably the large slash through her stomach and another on her neck. Healing potions would only do so much at this point since her health would only keep decreasing as long as the wounds remained open - Gale unfortunately not having the expertise in healing spells, so they would have to get her back to Shadowheart. 

“By Mystra’s mantle, that’s a lot of blood!” He gasped, closely inspecting some of her wounds once Karlach stepped away. 

“Don’t.. Don’t let Astarion bite me,” Tav replied between breaths, pointing at the elf making his way up to the group again. She already felt consciousness slipping from her grasp.

Karlach returned with a piece of cloth, pressing it hard to Tav’s neck. “We need to get back to camp immediately,” she said, lifting Tav’s clothing to check out the gash on her stomach. 

“My stomach can’t catch a fuckin break, huh?” Tav breathed out, one hand clumsily searching for the scar from the owlbear fight. Karlach nodded, telling Tav to hold the cloth against her neck as she looked over the injury. 

“Don’t forget to take everything you can carry,” Tav told Gale and Astarion, pointing to the room behind them, “I saw maps and letters and… probably some other stuff I can’t remember right now… We need all that.” 

Gale and Astarion turned to do what Tav asked, Astarion picking the locks on all of the chests as Gale collected all of the papers, books, and scrolls he could find. 

“Alright soldier,” Karlach said, readjusting Tav’s clothes, “Let’s get you out of here.”

Tav didn’t say anything as Karlach picked her up, carrying her back down to the main level as Astarion and Gale followed behind. She wasted no time getting Tav back to the boat, setting her down against a wall and encouraging her to keep the cloth against her neck while she carried out the rest of their plan. Back at the watchtower, Gale instructed the prisoners to follow the tunnels to the boat once Karlach broke down the walls behind them. Meanwhile, Astarion putzed around in the warden’s office trying to figure out which lever opened the prison cell doors. 

Eventually one of them popped open as Karlach broke through the gnome’s cell, then the tieflings, and everyone followed her back to the boat. 

“Tav! Are you okay?” Lia asked frantically upon seeing Tav slumped up against the wall full of blood. 

“N-...” Tav appeared to have to think about it for a second, “No, I am not…”

After everyone got into the boat, Karlach freed it from the chains holding it to the dock, moving to pick Tav up again before getting. They began to float away, en route to Last Light. 

“She got fucked up pretty bad, I think she’s in shock.” Karlach responded, moving to press the cloth to Tav’s neck harder. 

“I’m so fucking tired,” Tav breathed out not-so-effortlessly – the blood loss beginning to make her goofy. 

“I know, but now’s not the time to sleep, Tav,” Karlach explained, looking around at the others for help. 

“Fuuuuuuckkkkkk…” Tav grumbled, closing her eyes, regardless.

“Tav, do you know… did Rolan make it?” Cal asked worriedly, not sure what kind of response he would get. 

“Yes!” Tav piped, her eyes still closed as an obvious smile crept across her face. “He’s perfect.” 

Cal and Lia likely disregarded her last comment, expressing their relief that he was alright.

Eventually, the group drifted into the small docks below the inn and Gale got out first to explain the situation to the unhappy guard waiting for them. Karlach got out second with Tav in her arms, and Astarion followed as they hurriedly made their way back to camp. Upon arriving, Karlach was yelling out for Shadowheart, who was nowhere to be found. Halsin heard Karlach’s yells first, then saw her second - running into camp with Tav’s limp body in her arms, both of them covered in blood. He called out to her as he ran over, instructing her to lay Tav down outside of her tent. 

“What the hell happened??” Halsin yelled, frantically checking each of Tav’s wounds, mumbling curse words as he checked her pulse. The two began slowly removing any armor she wore, leaving her in just her undershirt and pants, lifting up her shirt just enough to reveal the gash across her stomach. 

Karlach went over the whole story as Halsin’s hands glowed a faint blue light and began his work. He hovered them over the worst injuries as he listened to Karlach tell the story, tearing her own armor off of her body as she went. By the end of it, he had been able to slow the bleeding considerably - though he would need to continue for a while to fully stop it and close them entirely. 

Thankfully Gale had shown back up to camp with Shadowheart. She ran up to kneel next to Tav, doing the same thing Halsin did when he got to her: immediately checked her wounds and pulse. 

“She’s definitely stabilized… but, I think we should take her to the inn, at least until she wakes up. It’s far warmer there,” Shadowheart asserted, looking at Halsin and Karlach - who both agreed. Halsin picked her up carefully and began walking towards the inn, Shadowheart following close behind as Karlach grabbed a potion of greater healing before catching up with them. 

Arriving at the inn, Halsin and Shadowheart b-lined for the communal bedroom to set Tav up with an unoccupied bed closest to the fireplace. Once Tav rested comfortably, still in a deep sleep and lower body covered in blankets, the pair resumed their healing work on her. 

Just outside, Karlach explained the situation to Jaheira and, after reassuring multiple times that Tav would be okay, she began to give Jaheira the rundown of everything they found at Moonrise. The tieflings and gnomes they rescued had all poured into the main room of the inn by now and everyone was catching up with each other. 

Karlach caught a glimpse of Rolan from across the room, he was at the bar with Cal and Lia looking beyond anxious - but clearly relieved to have his siblings back in one piece. She knew he probably wasn’t aware of how much she knew about his and Tav’s relations, so she decided not to approach him about it. Instead, once Jaheira postponed their conversation to tomorrow morning, Karlach took a seat by herself at the chess table in the corner. 

Her face landed in her hands with a deep breath, trying to wipe the tension of the day off as hard as she could with her dirty, bloodied hands. Once she removed her hands and her vision cleared, she saw Rolan sitting down onto the seat opposite her. 

“Karlach, I..” he started, not knowing what to say or how to say it.

“She’s going to be okay, Rolan,” Karlach said wearily. She watched as Rolan continued to try to find his words.

“H-how… did this even happen?” He implored, quietly stammering over his words - she could tell he was trying to disguise his anxiety, but his face was still desperately searching for answers. Karlach sighed before giving him the short version of the story, not wanting to upset him any more than he probably already was.

“But hey, like I said, she’s going to be okay. This isn’t the first time this has happened… and it probably won’t be the last. I mean, she’s been practically disemboweled by an owlbear before - this is probably nothing compared to that,” Karlach explained with a small grin forming on her face as she remembered the owlbear fight and how badass it was to see her friend take a hit like that and live through it. Rolan pretended to not be horrified at the statement, but Karlach remained empathetic even though it was a little funny. “Don’t worry, she’ll get through it. I’m sure she’ll be up by morning at the latest.” 

It took Tav a minute to figure out where she was when she finally opened her eyes. She was on one of the beds in the communal sleeping quarters at last light, where most of the other beds were occupied by sleeping bodies. She looked down, realizing she was in the clothing she wears under her armor, before deciding to try to get up and test the limits of her mobility. 

Lifting one leg at a time, she slowly sat up until her feet touched the floor. Hunched over – deep, almost heaving breaths fill her aching body. She winces as she stands up, though the pain is nothing compared to when the wounds were actually inflicted upon her - or when she laid limp, bleeding out in Karlach’s arms. She takes one step, then another, making her way at a snail's pace to the doorway of the room that led into the main part of the inn. 

There were a few people that Tav didn’t know sitting around the lobby in the late hours of the night chatting quietly amongst themselves. However, her gaze immediately locks on the tiefling staring into space at the bar with a defeated expression and droopy tail. She slowly crutches over to him, his eyes shooting open once he notices her. Within the blink of an eye, he's hurrying towards her, pleading that she stops moving. He then starts to reach out to her but immediately pulls back when he remembers the state she's in.

“By the Hells, Tav, are you okay? I can’t believe… You’re up and walking, I-” Rolan doesn't know where to start. He cuts himself off, choosing to instead grab her arms, checking them, gently squeezing them up and down almost like he didn’t think she was real. 

She sighs, removing his hands from her arms and insisting repeatedly that she was okay and he didn’t need to worry. 

“Are you in pain?”

“No,” she replies, looking down at her body, “Everything’s just sore now…"

"I can’t believe it took me bleeding out and moments from death to finally get some decent fucking sleep.” She continues, laughing slightly - but he isn't laughing with her. 

“Let’s get you back in bed,” Rolan insists, gesturing for her to turn around and head back to the sleeping quarters. But he's too scared to touch her, so she wasn’t going anywhere unless she truly wants to. Before he could insist further, she grabs a hold of his bicep and walks towards the room they shared the night before - its door open, clearly unoccupied. Rolan follows quietly, understanding her intentions and not interested in turning her away. Once they entered the room, she sits on the bed as he shuts the door behind them.

“Are you comfortable? Would you like me to go to camp and get something more comfortable for you to wear?” He asks, kneeling between her legs with a soft, doting expression. 

Tav shakes her head, “It’s okay, I won’t have any trouble falling back asleep… I’m so exhausted I could probably do even if I still had my armor on.” 

He takes her hands into his, giving them a slight squeeze before muttering an incantation into them. Rolan peers back up at her when he's finished, hearing her groan in relief; she's completely clean now, including her clothes. 

“Hopefully that’s a little better,” he mutters. The new, still healing scar on her neck is now fully visible to him, and she watches as his face twists into something sorrowful before he forces himself to look away. Instead, he stands up to prepare the bed for the two of them.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” She asks, happy to be relieved of the sticky mess of blood that had encased her body for the past several hours. 

Rolan guides her to lie down on the bed as he explains the spell to her, covering her with the blankets before dressing down and getting in next to her.

“It’s a simple prestidigitation spell, something I learned very early on in my studies. It can do many things, but it’s meant to help a young wizard practice casting spells. As one advances in their studies, these types of spells become childsplay and soon enough you’re able to layer them; which is essentially what I just did to clean you up.”

They lay in silence for a minute after that, Rolan facing a sleepy Tav who's on her back.

“Where’s the injury on your stomach?” He asks in a hushed tone.

With her eyes remaining shut, she pulls her shirt back to reveal the new scar - the surrounding skin still a little swollen. It was about 8 inches in length, just above her belly button. She then feels Rolan shift next to her before his hand grazes her abdomen, resting lightly on the area just below the scar.

“Does that hurt?”

Tav shakes her head and her eyebrows push together. The substantial heat from his hand feels heavenly on the aching area surrounding the scar.

“It’s actually really nice,” she breathes out, placing both of her hands on top of his to push it down a little harder. 

It’s like a hot salt bath with essential oils after a long day when my body’s aching... Wait… She chuckles slightly at her inner monologue.

“What’s so funny?” Rolan asks, relaxing a bit at the sight of her laughing to herself amidst the silence. 

“Nothing, I just… I was thinking about how the warmth of your hand on my stomach was as pleasant as ‘a steaming hot bath with salts and oils on my aching body after a long day’, but then I realized I’ve never even had a steaming hot bath with salts and oils.” 

Rolan smiles as he exhales out of his nose in a small laugh. “Well, I’m glad to be of some relief to you.” 

Beckoning him to come closer, she began to wonder if he would still be there next to her in the morning now that Cal and Lia were back. With his forehead now pressed against the side of her head, one arm under her pillow, the other still on her stomach, and her legs slowly intertwining with his - a part of her hoped he would stay with her, though she’d understand if he didn’t. 

To be fair, she appreciated the few moments she had spent with him in private up to this point. If he wanted to keep whatever was going on between them a secret, she wouldn’t be upset about it. Really, the more she thought about it, the more she realized it would probably be for the best to keep all of it a secret. 

She often tries to remind herself not to get too comfortable in her circumstances, though it doesn’t always work. She tries to remind herself that something could happen to her guardian at any moment, therefore initiating ceremorphosis, or that she could only evade death so many times, and eventually even Withers may not be able to bring her back. Now probably wasn’t the best time to get too close to someone, if not for her sake, then for his. 

If she died, like really died, she wouldn’t be the one having to mourn, and while in the comforting cloak of Rolan’s warmth, this was her last thought before sleep took her once more.

As Tav awoke, she was met with a chill in the air despite the warmth of her blankets still enveloping her. Rolan’s spot beside her was vacant and none of his body heat remained on the mattress - he had likely left a while ago.

Tav sighed as she got up out of bed, the remains of her wounds having healed well overnight. A small piece of rolled parchment on the small dresser along the far wall caught her attention and she made her way over to it. 

His gesture of leaving a note for her to wake up to made the air around her feel a little less cold. She chuckled to herself when she realized she’d have to pretend she didn’t see the "L" crossed out before he signed his name.

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