S/o stole their favorite tiefling bachelors shirt! How do said bachelors get it back?
I've been looking forward to writing this request for ages and as soon as I started it I got writers block, like a total chump. I did add on Rugan though so please accept that as my apology everyone! I hope you're all having a lovely valentines and staying safe <3
The bachelors (+Rugan) when you steal their shirt
Dammon
Dammon simply doesn't even try
What's the point when he thinks they look better on you than on him?
This man adores seeing you in his shirts and there's no way he's going to try and stop you wearing them
One of the best feelings for Dammon is coming in after a long day in the forge and seeing you asleep in bed wearing his shirt
He loves how the fabric hangs off you, how you smell more like him whenever you wear his clothes
It's a sight that never fails to make him pause and just admire you
Sometimes if he sees you wearing his shirt around the house he'll jokingly drape his apron over you, refering to you as the new master blacksmith
You'll often find he also likes to leave his shirts in oddly convenient places for you to 'steal'
Dammon can't get enough of you, especially when you're wearing his clothing
Zevlor
This man takes meticulous care of his belongings
He knows exactly what he owns, where it is, and what condition it's in
So when Zevlor can't seem to find his only clean shirt at the end of the week, he's more than a bit confused
You'll find him peering into your room in his shirtless glory and asking if you've seen his shirt
His words pause when he actually gets a good look at you though, seeing a greatly oversized linen shirt draped over you
Zevlor can't pull his gaze away from you and only comes back to reality when you ask what he needed
After clearing his throat, Zevlor tells you it was nothing and ducks away to find another shirt that might be passable
Discovering you stealing his shirt is almost too much for his heart to take, and his mind definitely drifts back to it throughout the day
You'll end up finding that Zevlor will offer to lend you his shirt every so often after this
Rolan
Rolan, despite how reserved and mature he comes off, is a menace in the mornings
Bleary eyed and already annoyed, he spends this particular morning desperately searching for that one shirt that best matches his work robes
That is, until you walk into the room holding a steaming hot cup of coffee and wearing a familiar starched shirt
You can see the way gears turn in his head as he realises that's where his precious clothing has gone
It's easy to make the assumption that Rolan has actually suddenly fallen ill with the way his face flushes
Not only does he suddenly feel very parched, but he also doesn't quite have the words to say for once
So instead he brusquely accuses you of stealing his favourite shirt
It's hard not to laugh at the poor man, scowling and blushing with crossed arms as he finally get the words out
Just pass him the coffee with a kiss and all will be forgiven
Rugan
This daring adventurer has come to expect things getting misplaced or stolen
What he didn't expect was for you to be the perpetrator
But there you are, standing before him in only his shirt and a tiny pair of shorts
He's all too happy to stop and admire the view, affectionately calling you 'a sight for sore eyes' as he saunters closer
Rugans hands pull you into him by the waist, leaning down slightly so he can kiss you
It's as he kisses you, passionately, that his hands slowly start to pop open the shirts buttons
It's only when you think Rugan might finally toss you onto the bed that he pulls the shirt on himself and sends you a cheeky wink
As gorgeous as you look in his clothes, Rugans an expert at getting stolen items back
Kiwi do you write for RUGAN??? I need him more than I need water.
The Stranger You Just Met
Rugan x f!Tav/Reader
⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I got you babes!!! A little something something for you!! Plus I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. He is a very handsome man afterall. Plus the way he talks when you rescue him *fans face* would have me climbing in his lap in heartbeat.
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Spitting | Choking | Creampie
Rugan smacks the side of your cheek lightly, “Open”. The brutal pace of his hips unrelenting, the force of it causing you to slide up and down the dirt ground, the small rocks digging into your back.
You don't know how long it's been since you found him tied in this place, the day has long since passed surely. Your vision is hazy and your body is numb. You don’t even know this man yet you’re letting him use you like a whore… Allowing a stranger to fill you with their cum.
It couldn’t be helped though, he looked so good tied to that chair, his soft voice when he spoke sending a tingle down your body, how could you not climb onto his lap…
Rugan has kept a sturdy grip on your throat for most of the time, his fat cock stretching you out oh so nicely, your legs over his shoulders, with your drool dripping down your chin.
“N-Need T-to rest~” you moan, shaking hands digging at his chest. The feeling of him so deep inside of you as his cock works the previous load of cum inside your pussy much deeper has you seeing stars.
“I said -,” Rugan digs his fingers deeper into the sides of your neck, the grip becoming a bit too tight, his other hand pressing your cheeks together, making you open your mouth, forcing your tongue out, “open. You want to be good for me don’t you?”
Your heart nearly breaks at the thought of Rugan, this stranger, being disappointed in you. For whatever reason you wanted nothing more than to be his good girl.
You nod frantically, opening your mouth wider. He takes the opportunity to spit inside of it, your body tensing at the action, the warmth of it sliding down your throat.
“You're just a bitch in heat, aren't you? No better than those Gnolls.” Rugan pants, his thrusts becoming sloppy, “You wanted me to fuck you so badly back then, didn't you?"
Your eyes flutter closed as you writhe in bliss underneath him, cunny clenching and creaming around him as the wet smacking sound of your thighs together echoes throughout the cave.
You swallow his spit like the good girl you are, "Y-yes..." you whine, nodding quickly, "wanted your cock inside me... w-wanted you to fill me up with your thick se-seed,”
The lewd confession makes Rugan smile, “Gods, you’re beautiful… Look at you, so perfect for me," he whispers, loosening his grip on your neck.
All you can offer is a lazy smile, your eyes glossed over, nodding as you lay on the ground taking what he's giving. You know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, that's if you're even conscious, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is this stranger's cock, Rugan, and the way it hits the very depths of your pussy.
Somewhat awkwardly, he maneuvers his large limbs tot he music, occasionally unsure of where to place them.
Opting for simplicity instead, he keeps his hands on your lower back, allowing you to lead as he carefully follows your steps.
The dance slowly evolves into a gentle sway from side to side.
His large hands emanate a comforting warmth throughout your body, beckoning you closer. You sense the tension in his muscles as you press against him. While you are close he shifts one hand from the small of your back to your neck, before he delicately presses your head against his chest. the rythm of his heartbeat overtaking any music near.
Aradin
In the privacy of your room, as you hum a tune, you catch him tapping his feet to the rhythm of your song. Playfully approaching him, you reach for his hand. Before he can object, you pull him close, whispering promises of a different kind of fun if he indulges you in a dance. His cheeks flush, and he clears his throat.
Taking the moment seriously now, he bows and delicately places his hands on your figure. Familiar with the steps, he confidently takes the lead, and you allow him to guide you. Gradually, he loosens up, enjoying himself as you twirl around the room together. As a laugh escapes his lips, you catch a glimpse of his enjoyment, his gaze fixed on you, so captivating as you move before him. In that moment, you realize that next time, he'd willingly dance with you, without any persuasion.
Zevlor
Surprisingly skilled, he moves with nimble footwork, a testament to his training. His hands, careful and light, delicately touch you as if handling something precious. Once at ease, he takes the lead, spinning you around. Catching you effortlessly, a warm smile graces his face as you snuggle into his embrace. The audible thud of his heart echoes as you stand closely together.
Meanwhile, his tail sways behind him, a subtle yet expressive extension of his emotions. With each movement, it mirrors his joy, tapping the air in perfect synchronicity with the music. And through it all, his gaze remains fixed on yours.
Rugan
With a lack of grace but abundant energy and enthusiasm, he matches your movements. His hands wander freely, brushing over the parts of you he finds most attractive.
Drawing closer with each passing moment, he becomes the sole focus of your attention, his presence undeniable now. As your hands instinctively explore his body in return, they settle on his hips.
Boldly, he moves his hips forward, grinding against you without reservation. Yielding to his advances, you lean into the sensation, feeling his hands snake around you, binding you even closer together.
Happy New Year! It seems requests are still open, so if it isn't a bother I'd like to request a short/one-off Rugan smut fic~ Maybe that back alley you mentioned? 😉. Please and thank you!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha oh ANON you rascal!!! This made me go insane :))) but I need to feed the Rugan Fuckers so please. It ended up being much longer than I planned but I guess my ass can't just write 500 words about getting rawed I gotta go into the specifics. ANYways I hope you enjoy what my silly little brainworms came up with for you :)
A Room on Wintershield
Rugan x FemReader, NSFW, 2.3k+ words
"A room for myself - and the lady, if you would, saer," Rugan's voice was husky from the firewine and pipeweed the two of you had been indulging in throughout evening. He slid his coin across the counter without ever breaking his gaze with yours, already undressing you with his eyes. You were pressed against his chest, the feeling of his racing heartbeat betraying his casual drawl.
"Ah, terribly sorry, we're already booked full for the evening," the host said with mock disappointment. That cheery, Customer Service inflection implying they weren't very sorry at all.
Rugan's eyes finally broke from yours and shot the host a sideways glare, "Then make room. Can't you see we're two wayward souls in… desperate need of lodging?" He pulled you tighter against him. His smile grazing your lips, teasing you with the hopes of a kiss that wouldn't yet come. The host tried to hide rolling their eyes.
"Apologies again, sir. We're simply sold out for the night!" they began to mutter to themselves as they turned back to their books, "Good luck finding a room this late on Wintershield."
"Oh, piss off," Rugan huffed, flipping the host off before pulling you with him through the doors of the Inn. The fourth one the two of you had tried - and failed - to find a room in for the evening.
The streets were busy with the rest of Waterdeep indulging in celebration. The air outside was chilled, but your earlier imbibements left you both plenty warm. You stumbled over yourself, tipsy and lightheaded, giggling as Rugan held you steady with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist. The two of you had barely made it a block down the street before he had you spun around to face him, kissing you deeply and pushing you against the closest wall he could find.
"I can't believe how hard it's been just to find a place to bed you," Rugan said as he traced his lips across your jaw. You were a mess of moans and giggles as his fingers glided under the hem of your shirt, sliding his hand beneath the fabric to forcefully grab your breast in his calloused hand. Your mouth hung open as you moaned into him, riding your open legs against his thigh. His free hand gripped into your waist, his thumb pushing into the dips of your hip as he ground himself into you.
"You little Nymph," he whispered gruffly, "I may just have to take you right here…" You moaned again, louder, though barely audible outside of the little bubble of yourselves. The festivities surrounding you seem to have hit their peak. Townsfolk just as heady and busy with their own celebrations paid you virtually no mind. However, even in your stupor, you felt exposed in the crowd.
"We can't -" your breath caught in your throat, trying to be reasonable while your body ached for him, "Not here."
Rugan bit at your bottom lip gently, humming to himself as you were practically melting into him, "Lass, I'd feel safe in assuming you'd let me take you wherever the Hells I wanted you," his deep, rugged voice sending a shiver through your spine, straight to your core, "But if you insist… Who am I to not make my Lady more comfortable."
His hand left from underneath your garments, a slight whimper of disappointment escaping your lips at the loss. He kissed you again before taking your wrist and pulling you alongside him into an alley between the busy streets. After just a few short steps, he quickly had you pressed against a wall once more, kissing your neck as both his hands found their way back under your shirt, caressing your breasts roughly. Your hands gripped against his back as you held onto him, eyes fluttering as you glanced out into the busy streets just a few short yards away.
It was dark here, between these buildings, and the party-goer's were ever so slightly muffled now that you had made a bit of distance. It felt secluded, but still dangerous. That danger doing nothing to help with the building warmth between your legs.
Lost in the trance of Rugan's touch against your chest, his lips against your neck - you yelped in surprise as he suddenly spun you to face the wall he had you pinned against. His hands quickly found your wrists to hold tight against the small of your back, your face and chest now pressed between the wall and the powerful man behind you. You could feel the straining length of him pressing up against your ass, and couldn't help but arch your back into him. He let out a heavy groan as his head fell to rest in the crook of your shoulder, kissing your neck deeply as his free hand slid your pants down just enough to cup the curve of your plump rear.
He grabbed a full cheek in his hand, squeezing you tightly, before pulling his hand back and slapping. You let out a gasp as he grunted in your ear, reaching his hand back to spank you once more. Your gasp came out with a moan of his name, and he pushed his still clothed arousal against your bare skin.
"I want to hear you beg for me, Lass," his voice much more composed than his body gave away. A sense of authority and control that made you submit without a second thought.
"Please, Rugan..." your voice was cracking, as if waiting for him had you on the verge of tears. And perhaps it did. You bit your bottom lip as you road yourself against him, desperate for any stimulation. You felt him pull himself away from your shoulder, now watching your pathetic attempts to pleasure yourself against him. He tutted in response.
"I don't know, Sweetheart. Are you sure you really want me?" His free hand spread your cheeks, your cunt so drenched he could see the clear strings of your desire sticking between your folds as he slowly pulled you open. He watched as you twitched in desperation, your body begging in ways he deemed your words could not.
You sobbed as he teased you, sliding his thumb down against your slick, grazing over your clit, before dragging it back up and gently prodding at the tighter hole between your legs. You moaned and your knees nearly buckled, Rugan holding you up by his grip on your wrists.
"Rugan, please fuck me. Please I - I need you inside of me," warm tears were spilling down your cheeks as you heard him wrestle with the ties of his trousers. Suddenly, you felt the hot, thick length of his cock against your bare ass. He slid himself between your cheeks, rutting himself against the warmth of your body easily with your pooling arousal coating him.
You felt him slide against you once more, before the head of his member was now prodding at the entrance of your aching cunt. He leaned himself back against you, his mouth brushing your ear, warm breath hitting your skin and causing you to shiver.
"Anything for the Lady," he whispered, low and heavy, before pushing himself into you. Your cheeks were squeezed tight, your legs pinned together between the wall and his body.
"Gods, Lass, you're so fucking wet for me," he slid himself into you easily, filling your deepest parts. You clenched around him, your walls fluttering as he held himself there for a moment. He kissed below your ear, onto your neck, "So wet… so fucking tight."
He pulled his length out of you, achingly slowly. You felt yourself desperately clench against nothing as he left you, before slamming himself back into you. Harder, with intent.
"I want to make you scream for me, Love," he said, kissing your neck once more, "When I'm through with you, you'll never be satisfied unless its my cock inside of you," His slow and shallow pumping quickly found a rhythm that left your breath catching on every thrust. Your words were lost, all you could find yourself doing was whimpering and gasping, incoherently begging for more of him. Your pussy clenching desperately, your ass bouncing back against him, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
His hand snakes up your body, eventually finding your throat. He squeezes, holding you in place while he pounds into you. You try to turn your head just enough to see Rugan's face over your shoulder. He finds your eyes and smiles as he fucks into you harder still, "You love how this feels, don't you, sweetheart?"
Your eyes rolled back as you moan. He kisses against your open mouth, "That's right… I feel the way your desperate cunt grips me," he released your wrists from his hand, still pinning them in place with the weight of his body pressed against you. He slapped and grabbed at your ass again, this time lifting your cheek while shifting his hips, opening you up just enough to let him slide into you even deeper than before.
"Ohhhh, fff -" you help your lip between your teeth as his cock hit a sweet spot inside of you. His movements became slow and deliberate, reveling in the new way your body shuddered against him. He kissed your neck, your ear, your cheek, whispering to you all the while.
"That's it, Love. You take my cock so well," he wrapped his arm around your waist, ducking his hand between the front of your thighs and toying with your clit.
"Oh, Gods, Rugan..." You rocked your hips and felt a new wave of arousal crash over you.
"Yes, Love - say my name," he began pounding into you harder, teasing your clit, squeezing your throat, and slamming his cock into you, "Tell me who this tight cunt belongs to - Fuck! - Tell me who the fuck you belong to!"
You felt yourself chasing the high of your release. Clenching around him, you nearly yelled between his relentless thrusts.
"You, Rugan! My body belongs to you, I belong to you -" you felt his speed pick up, desperate for his own satisfaction.
"That's right, doll. You're all mine," he pinched your clit, biting into your shoulder. You could feel how close he was, you wanted him to make a mess of you. He squeezed your throat tighter as he huffed out his worlds, "Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you…"
Your body spasmed at his demand, choking out his name once more with whatever breath you had left under his tight grip. Your ears ringing, your vision growing hazy around the edges, stars twinkling across your eyes as you cum with him rutting inside of you.
You heard Rugan let out a deep, grunting sigh against your skin as his cock slammed into you quickly, roughly. Your walls clenching his twitching member as he shot his seed inside. He continued playing with your clit as you both came, causing your orgasm to ride out even longer. The fluttering convulsions of your pussy gripping his throbbing cock, milking every drop of his spend.
He began to still within you. His chest heaving against your back, kissing your neck and shoulder, and rocking his half hard cock inside you to chase the fleeting shock waves of his orgasm. You felt him push himself off of you, freeing your hands at last, your palms slapping against the wall in exhaustion. He watched hungrily as he slowly pulled himself away, his spend dripping out of you. He ran two fingers between your folds, causing you to clench and whine, your body still sensitive to his touch. He leaned back into you, kissing your cheek as he pushed his fingers inside, forcing his seed back into you.
"Don't want this going to waste, Lass," he whispered, tracing his lips and tongue across your jaw. He slide his fingers deep into you two, three, four times, fucking his spend back into your pussy, before pulling them out & bringing them around to your lips. You opened your mouth, desperate and hungry, as he slid his fingers against your tongue, coated in your combined release. You wrapped your lips around his digits, sucking and lapping at the salty mix of fluids. He slid his fingers back out of your mouth, running them along your lips for good measure, before spanking your ass, hard, and tucking himself back into his garments. You weakly took your shaking hands to your waistband and pulled your pants back up from their shallow resting position above your thighs. You could feel your small clothes sticking to your skin uncomfortably, absolutely drenched in your arousal and Rugan's thick release. His hands found your waist again, spinning you around to kiss him.
"Hells below, woman, you are absolutely filthy," he moaned into your mouth.
"Speak for yourself, Zhent," you retorted, clenching his shirt in your fists to keep him held against you. He cocked an eyebrow and a sly grin crept across his face.
"Watch your tone with me, Lass, lest I have to teach you another lesson," he squeezed your ass again, sparking another rolling fire in your stomach as if you didn't just have the most mind blowing orgasm mere Minutes prior.
Above the ruckus of the busy streets, you both started hearing shouting.
"And stay out! Free-loader!" A tavern keep was busy shoving a young man out of their front doors, tossing some half pack luggage behind him, "Come back when you actually have the coin and not some illusory bull-shite!" You saw him toss a handful of copper right into the mans face before slamming the doors behind him. Embarrassed, the young man quickly gathered his things and rushed off. Rugan glanced down at you, and you smiled wide.
"Sounds like some bloke's out of luck for the evening," he grinned.
"Sounds like someone has a room for rent," you teased, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him back into the streets. You ran into the tavern, breathless and wanting. Finally, a place to bed for the evening.
Though you knew neither of you would be getting much sleep.
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“I could wash your hair for you,” he offers, with a rakish smile. “Tuck you into bed after. If that’s all that you wanted?”
You meet the Zhentarim agent that promised you a drink at the Elfsong. The night doesn't go as planned.
Folks - I have absolutely no excuse for any of this. Rugan's voice did something to my poor brain. This Tav is angry, horny, and extremely bad at feelings.
This is, by far, the most explicit thing I've ever written. Enjoy the 2.5k of smut, with a veneer of plot for the rest.
Thank you to @my-favourite-zhent for the inspiration.
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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Rugan/Tav (Baldur's Gate)
Characters: Rugan (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Drinking, One Night Stands, Hair Washing, Enthusiastic Consent, Drunk Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Female Ejaculation, Tav is Bad at Feelings (Baldur's Gate), POV Second Person
How do the bachelors react to insects and spiders? I mean sure, they'd probably be able to take them outside or just squash them, but ever since Farkas Skyrim, dude with the strength of a God said he's disgusted by and scared of spiders, I keep thinking about these sort of things. Like yes, they can kill them, but I feel like Rolan at the very least would make the crying cat meme face the entire time in disgust.
The bachelors (+Rugan) reacting to creepy crawlies
Dammon
Dammon never notices when spiders are hanging around, possibly because he has more than a few in his forge
Despite keeping it nice and clean and outside forge is still a perfect place for spiders to hang out
Should you need someone to take a spider outside for you, Dammon is your man
He just cups it in his hands, no thoughts as to if it's venomous
The type to tease you by holding out the spider and watching you try to get away from him
There is one type of bug that Dammon isn't keen on at all, though
Praying mantises
He can't explain why, but they creep him out
Maybe it's the head eating after copulation stuff, maybe it's the way they seem to look into your soul
Dammon squeals every time one touches him
Zevlor
This brave paladin is equally relaxed around insects for the most part
Bugs or beetles aren't enough to scare him, and he's always willing to help you
Zevlor is a true gentleman and is always available to remove any creepy crawlies that are bothering you
He likes using a cup and paper to trap them before moving them outside
He's also happy to tell the kids interesting things about some of the odd insects the refugees come across
The one bug he absolutely will not touch is a centipede
And a millipede, too
Nothing needs that many legs, in Zevlors mind
You can visibly see how he pales at the mere sight of the little pests
Sorry, you'll need to deal with them yourself
Rolan
Rolan hates bugs
Hates them with a passion
There is no way this man is carefully carrying a bug outside for you because his first reaction is to squish it
He makes a face every time he sees a spider and it's all scrunched up and funny
If you laugh at him Rolan will tell you to 'deal with the damned thing yourself'
He still relies on Cal or Lia to help remove spiders from Ramaziths Tower
The one bug he not only stands, but also quite likes, is the dragonfly
Rolan thinks they're both fascinating and quite beautiful, particularly those with jewel colours
He probably gets himself a dragonfly brooch at some point
Rugan
This man talks big game
He can take on anything, he's manly as hell
But, he disappears whenever you point out a spider
Big manly man Rugan HATES spiders
He doesn't particularly like other bugs but he can live with them
Spiders are the absolute worst, in his opinion
He's willing to fight an owlbear, weaponless, in a dark cave but removing a spider is just a step too far for him
If you end up doing it yourself he's quite blasé about it all, feigning disinterest in the whole situation
However, if both of you hate spiders then you're screwed, I'm sorry
Rugan just can't get past those eight, spindly legs and half a dozen eyes
Remember when I used to draw shoujo manga? Yeah. It's been a while. 🙃 I'm terrible at digital artwork, but I did quite a bit of live act drawing with graphite and charcoal last year.
This is for everyone who voted for Rugan/Tav in the poll! I hope this tides you over for a while, while I work on the other writing requests. I love your enthusiasm, never change :)
