Can I request a drabble where his female s/o worship his body so Gale, Wyll, Astarion, Rolan, and Zevlor would know how much she love him please?
Thank you for the request! This was kind of hard because I have kind of answered this before in one of my HCs (I think it was the touched starved one?) Anyway! I hope you enjoy! ALSO! I have added another request to this one!
love me some Wyll not going to lie! Hope you enjoy!
Gale
Gale and you have had a connection from that moment you pulled him from the rock. He’s the type of person you never thought you would meet on your journey to self freedom, but the fates put him in your path and you two have been inseparable since. Though you're not going to complain, Gale is clever and kind, and always makes you feel comfortable no matter what. You never have to worry about awkward silences considering he can ramble on endlessly and you never feel judgment from him, hells, the man complimented your smell that you knew was far from pleasant.
He’s your positive light in a world of shadows, but lately… you're worried he’s beginning to dim…
It’s been a slow flickering you have noticed when he thinks you're not looking. You watch how he avoids mirrors, constantly changing different robes before he runs off to the academy, not to mention that every time you try to offer him breakfast in the mornings he’s making up some reason why he has to go or why he’s not hungry. As you sit at the breakfast table with another rejected breakfast placed across from you you're trying not to over think anything, but your concern for him is harder and harder to ignore… You simply want to know what's going on.
Gale, on the other hand, was having his own set of worries…
His stomach growls for a third time and he kicks himself for not eating the breakfast you had so lovingly prepared for him, but as he slides his hand to his stomach, he remembers why. Gale grimaces and he feels the softness handing over his belt.
When you and Gale had met, he had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Add to that all the work that it takes to survive in the wilderness, and not exactly getting to eat well, it led to his body being very sculpted. Gale had never felt insecure about his past... Softness before... but you have never seen that side of him. Now that you two are together and everything is so perfectly comfortable... he's put on the same weight and is dreading for you to notice.
Gale knows you love him… but the thought of seeing your face when you notice just how much he’s changed… It terrifies him. So when you two share your bed he makes sure lights are off, when you touch him he keeps your hands on his shoulders and chest. He can tell that you're becoming suspicious by his actions, but he will make it up to you, he swears it.
When he comes back from work it’s the usual, a kiss that turns into him ravaging your neck with his lips and tongue, Gale changing and disappearing for an hour before coming back to make dinner together, both of you sharing stories of your day as you make dinner. It’s the only time he will sit down and eat with you, though he hasn’t been eating it all anymore. After dinner you two clean up, read then head to bed enjoying your perfect domestic life.
As the night wraps to an end you two get ready for bed. Laying down together and snuffing out almost all the lights you two share in a quick kiss, though as you feel his lips and run your hands on his beard, it quickly becomes more hungry. You feel his hands slide down your wait, squeezing at your hips and he hums into you. You roll yourself onto your back pulling him with you so excited to feel his body on yours. But to your disappointment, he keeps himself up by bracing his hands on either side of your head.
You attempt to pull him down by his shoulders, but nothing. So, you decide to persuade him. Bringing your hands up over his shoulders you drag them down his body and you finally part from his lips.
“I want to feel you… all of you…” As you whisper, you drag your hands lower towards his stomach, but before you can you feel him tense, and his breathing gets heavy.
“Oh! I um… I have to go to the latrine!” Gale is off you in an instant rushing to the bathroom.
You feel as if you could scream, the frustration wanting to so badly burst from your throat. But you keep it in with a sigh as you drag your hands down your face. -what the hells?
Getting out of bed, you walk over to the closed door and knock softly, "Gale... is everything alright?"
His voice comes out nervous and stumbling, "Ah! Yes, yes, fine. Everything is just grand! I will be out.... Shortly!”
You shift your feet, either talk now or never…
"Gale, I'm worried... You seem different, like you're distancing yourself. If you need space, I can do that... I just wish you would tell me... so I can understand..."
The door swings open, and suddenly you're wrapped tight in Gale's arms. As he holds you, he peppers your skin with kisses before whispering in your ear. "It's not you... It could never be you.... It's me..." He pulls away, and you see him bring his hands to his stomach. "I may have... but on the same weight..."
You look at his exposed torso letting your eyes roam from his chest down to his stomach, which is coated in a bit of hair, and plumper than it used to be, but as you stare at him like this, his body exposed his face red with a soft blush; it still makes your heart race.
Stepping forward you reach out your hands and let your fingers lightly glide over his skin, "Well, I think you look perfect... but..." You tilt your face so your breath cascades over his lips, “If you need convincing… I would be very honored to convince you.”
A smile lights up Gale's face as he lets you guide him to your bed, pushing him to sir you take your time sinking to your knees to kiss all over his body. Spending extra time to kiss the fuller parts of him. Feeling more confident from your affection and praise Gale pulls you onto him holding you flush to his body. This close you can feel his warmth and his excitement, and you can no longer hold off.
Your clothes are thrown to the other side of the room while Gale's last bit of clothing is pooled at his ankles. Both of your bodies are slick with sweat as your flesh claps against his. His hands are holding onto your ass as you bounce yourself on him, moaning from the feeling of being too full and the coarse hairs above his groin tickle against you. There is no room for talking between the whining moans and tangled tongues. The best part though is getting to look into his lust blown eyes and you get him closer and closer to his peak.
His cock throbs, and his breathing gets to more of a pant. Your heart swells looking at him and you can’t help from grabbing his face and kissing all over where he blushes. He’s just so perfect…
Wyll
Wyll, what's not to love and admire about Wyll. He is a man all about grand gestures for the people he loves, truly could he be more of a prince charming type? So how do you show your affection for someone like that? Well, you show them a grand gesture of your own. With an idea in place you find paper and a quill and start writing.
It was like a page out of one of the smut books he would read in the dim candlelight of the late evenings. Two people's fates seem to cross paths at pivotal points in their lives, building an undeniable bond through laughs and heartache. It of course leads to feelings he thought would go unnoticed till he found a note laid on his tent's bedroll. Wyll grabs the neatly folded note that was left on his bedroll.
-Meet me down by the river once everyone turns in -
Wyll smiles as he takes in the beautiful looping letters, his imagination running wild with what could possibly be so important. As soon as the last tent's light was snuffed out, Wyll was emerging from his own and making his way down to the river to meet you.
Wyll will never forget how ethereal you looked in the silvery moonlight and how your eyes glimmered against the rippling water. Though the night made everything dim he could see the sly smile curled onto your lips.
Wyll steps forward, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your skin. "So, is there a reason why you have lured me down here to the river?"
"I thought that we should have privacy while I show you how much you mean to me."
A grin lights up his features, "Do you fear I will be loud?"
Wyll leans in letting his lips brush against your neck and he moves your hands to the familiar place of his shoulders. You can’t help but squeeze the muscle there, "If I am honest, I am hoping you will be ... "
You feel his smile before he nips at your pulse, "Then by all means ... Try your best."
Grabbing his hands, you intertwine them with yours and guide him backwards into the nearest tree. As soon as his back is flush to the bark, you press a kiss to his full lips before slowly dropping down to your knees taking time to kiss every inch of his body. Once you're finally down you see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, begging for release. You lick against the bulge at its most sensitive spot and run your mouth over the fabric feeling how his hips buck and his length twitches.
His soft hums spur you on, and as your desire takes you over you're quickly tugging down his pants and licking against his hard cock to satiate yourself. You feel his thick fingers shyly coiling into your hair and it only makes you want to feel him snap, for that perfect prince-like charm to crumble into pieces all for you. You move your hands from gripping onto his thighs to slide against his ass, and as you slightly grip the firm flesh you swear you hear a grunt leaving his throat.
With him so deep in you feel as if you could almost choke, but it would be worth it… His voice moaning softly as you feel his veins throb. Reaching down to your clit you roll your fingers slowly against yourself, humming against his cock, yearning and getting yourself right to that edge of cumming on your knees.
But you can’t yet… not before him. This is all for Wyll, your sweet and noble hero who would do anything for you always.Though from how he usually acts, he will still want you to cum first even if this is all for him... so you're just going to make it impossible for him to hold on.
So, as you grab his ass, you decide to try something Halsin talked about.
You release him with a wet pop, "Do you trust me ?"
Wyll looks down at you with half lidded eyes, "Always ... "
So with his trust, you curl your fingers to his tight entrance. He gasps for a second as his hands grab you to brace himself but he quickly relaxes as you ease him with your tongue and the gentle prodding of your fingers. Finally as you slide your fingers in, you are rewarded with a moan that echoes through the woods and shudders through his body.
And as you push in and out, he pushes more and more into your throat. You feel him get closer and closer till it's coating your tastebuds and drooling down your chin. You try your best to swallow it all down but you're quickly running out of breath, you run your tongue to catch what you have missed dripping down his tip, you feel him suddenly and move himself away from your eager tongue.
“Please.. Gods please my love, you're spoiling me…” his voice is whiner due to the over stimulation… but looking at him crumbling at the seams for you, makes you just want to spoil him more.
Astarion
Though he doesn't need to sleep, Astarion never misses a night with you. It doesn't matter what he is doing when he sees you taking your candle up the stairs he is quick to follow. You turn to him with a raised brow and have to hold back your laugh as he just rolls his eyes, claiming he was going up as well. (It's so cute that he still pretends to not be smitten.)
When you're finally prepping for bed, Astarion is there to help you turn down the sheets, set up the fireplace, and even insist on helping you comb through your hair. It's all so domestic, and it's completely perfect.
When you are with Astarion, sleep comes easily, perhaps it's just from the feeling of relaxation that comes from being with your partner. Or maybe it's the fact that while you lie in bed, Astarion watches over, softly brushing his fingers through your hair. If you are to wake up, he is immediately ready to get whatever you need and let you get back to sleep. In many ways, you feel guilty that he waits there while you sleep, but when you have brought this to his attention, he just hummed it off.
"You shouldn't fret about it, darling, plus it's soothing to watch you lying peacefully as I listen to your soft breaths..” He says it all so easily as he drags his thumb down your lips to trace down your neck.
Maybe he sees it as nothing, it’s something to you. Astrion cares for you, and you care for him… and tonight you're going to show him.
It's another night like any other, but instead of you calling into bed and resting your head against Astarion's chest, you're the one to lay down with open arms towards him for a change. At first, Astarion looks at you confused.
“And… what's this?”
You feel your cheeks get red, “Well, I figured that since you always hold me at night it would be nice to hold you… have you experienced it…”
His face scrunches in further confusion before he’s roaring into laughter, “That is ridiculous, but I guess I could humor you for a bit.” He lies in your arms sceptical, but when your warm arms wrap him in an embrace, he starts to think that you might actually have a point to this.
Then your hands slowly start moving up and down his sides and arms at a smooth pace. He can't help but lean into the caress more, closing his eyes and listening to the steady rhythm of your heart. He notes how it slows and speeds up depending on wear, and he nuzzles his face and just how that soft beat could be such a comfort to him.
He moves his face to brush his lips over your breast, smiling at your nervous shifting, "Getting excited, darling?”
Before he can do anything, move your hands to angle his face so your eyes meet., "We can just lie together..." you say softly, never pulling your eyes from his.
A twist of something sickly rushes though his body, is he… nervous? "You... don't want more?"
You softly run your fingers through his pale hair, smiling as he leans into his touch, "I want to just hold you... It's the most intimate thing I can think of… and it’s what you deserve. "
Astarion chuckles as he cuddles you closer, "Remind me to take you out more, you need to learn other interesting ways we can be intimate...."
Rolan
As your lessons for the day wrap up you gather up the tomes from the desk before turning to Rolan and giving him a sweet smile.
“Thank you for the lessons today Master Rolan, your way of explaining these things to me makes them easier to understand…”
Rolan can’t help but blush with a goofy smile gathering his own set of tomes he took from the towers shelves to give you lessons on magic with. “It’s really nothing… it’s been nice to blow the dust off these tomes and to squeeze some practice in.”
As he turns you can’t help but giggle as his tail seems to slightly sway as he walks away to get back to his duties in the tower. Praise is your usual go-to for showing Rolan your appreciation. Singing those sweet words into his ears always makes him blush with a bashful chuckle.
Though you're getting tired of just simple words that make his gorgeous face flush, you want to show him what he means to you. Rolan and you have had a relationship that started off as a cold mutual annoyance with one another, but over time with your words consistently intertwining its metaled about to a burning hot admiration, that then led to other things…. The whole point of taking these lessons was to get closer to him and to have a reason to see him on the weekly and you're ready to take this tutor and student relationship to a different level…
So your plan is almost ready to commence; you will just have to set it up.
It started with a note, a sweet and innocent note you gave to Cal to deliver while Rolan was working at his shop. The plan is to get him where you want him... alone in his vast library.
Rolan was smirking ear to ear after he read the note, briskly walking through the rows of shelved tomes, his tail already curling in anticipation of seeing you.
I want to talk to you, Master Rolan, with a cheeky little doodle of a winking face. It's not the first time you have left him a note like this. It typically means you two are going to end up tongue-tied by the end of your little chat.
With steadying breaths, you wait in the hidden little nook between the shelves, going over your plan till you finally see him round the corner. Immediately seeing you, he slows his speed walk to a stroll, trying to come across as casual, but the redness of his cheeks is a giveaway to his excitement.
"I understand you needed to talk to me, your note seemed urgent. Questions for me or maybe something else?"
You wait patiently before acting, and finally, when he gets near you. You reach up, and grab Rolan's collar, pulling the 6'2 wizard closer, staring right into his golden eyes. "It is urgent, but fairly straightforward."
Rolan lifts a brow, "Oh? What are-"
“Drop your pants, Rolan, now." Your commanding words go straight through him and right to his cock.
Rolan swallows his suddenly dry throat as he looks into your bright, mischievous eyes, "Uh, right now?" he questions breathlessly taking a quick look around the area.
You smile as you reach around his neck and run your fingers through his soft chestnut hair. "Yes, right now... I want to thank you for yesterday's insightful lesson..."
Rolan grins, giving you the view of his pointed teeth and you feel your toes already curling before his lips meet yours, and you're pushing him into the nearest shelf of books. You two kiss before being forced apart by the need for air, you take that moment to take in his features and kiss on his neck to hear his soft hums and feel his sharp nails so closely wanting to rip through your clothes. You drop to your knees, loving the sight of Rolan panting above you. You're quick to push aside his robes and undo his belt, his breathing getting shallower as you rip at his ties and his voice getting shaky with anticipation as he keeps switching from words you can understand to infernal.
His trousers drop down to his ankles, and his cock, thick and decorated down the hard length with ridges that make your mouth water. You planned to take your time, but when you see how staring alone makes his tip pebble with pearlescent precum, you instantly lose all control.
Rolan moans loudly as your tongue drags over the ridges of his swollen cock, leading to his leaking head, where you wrap your lips over the tip, swiping your tongue so slowly to linger in the taste. Then you lick the sensitive underside as you go down another inch, and he can no longer control his body as his knees buckle and his hips stutter forward. So badly does he want to just run his fingers through your hair and thrust his hips in more, but he's never had this happen before...
His hands grip tightly onto the shelves as he moans, his tail twists uncontrollably as you suck more and more down your fucking throat. He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, and it only sets in further that yes, this is happening. It's so intimate... and you're doing it with him... to him... before he knows it tears are sliding down his face as moans your name only encouraging you to take him further, and as his cock starts to throb and his moans turn to growls, right at his peak, he can no longer hold it in.
"I-ah-love you!!”
You swallow him down with a grin, your little plan worked better than you had expected.
Zevlor
From the moment you met Zevlor, you have been helplessly mesmerized. At first, it was just his presence alone, how he stood so tall in his worn armor shining in the sun. He was so bright it burned your eyes, but you couldn't look away. From that point, you have looked for him always, to stare and admire him for everything he was, and everything he still is to you.
Your admiration continues every day from the moment the brain fell into the harbor and you both left the lives that might have been in the city for a quiet one for just the two of you. A small farm that has everything you two could ever need. Mornings are filled with groggy whispers and soft touches teasing each other's skin. He always leaves your shared bed right at the crack of dawn, leaving you to sleep. But if he only knew that as he rises from the bed, stretching his body to loosen his stiff muscles and crack his joints, your eyes are glued to him. How could you possibly tear your eyes away from his crimson body so bare and highlighted by the morning sun, the remnants of your arousal dried and shining on his taut thighs.
As he stretches his body, his tail curls with him, and you just cannot help being a voyager and dragging your hands to touch your excited sex…
It's always the best way to start your day.
As the day continues, you two go about your daily duties, passing each other by with quick smiles and playful gestures. By noon, you're hanging up the laundry on the line as you watch Zevlor effortlessly work with the horses, getting them to trot and gallop with just a few clicks of his tongue. Though you thought you were clear by spying through the hanging clothes, Zevlor must have caught you, because he begins to show off. Getting the horse to prance and dance around the pen, something he knows, always makes you laugh. When your eyes meet, you smile at each other, you're too far for him to hear, so you mouth words of affection so he can read your lips.
Understanding you, Zevlor smiles as he places his hand on his heart before turning back to work. You watch for a moment longer before turning away to your next task, but before you do, you see Zevlor rubbing his hand on his neck with a wince... he's been doing that lately…
With the sun setting and all the choirs wrapped up for the day, Zevlor walks through your home, trying to not show how tired he truly is. The knots in his neck are unwavering, and all he wants to do is sit unmoving till it's time to curl into bed with you in his arms. Kicking off his boots at the door, he makes his way over the creaking floorboards to the kitchen, but before he can make it there, you catch the corner of his eye.
You stand with your back to the wall at the threshold of the hallway. You have changed into something simple, but with the right curl of his claw, it could easily tear away from your body. Zevlor feels his tongue get thick and his mouth wants to water as your eyes slowly roam over him. Fuck being tired when you look at him like that.
"My dear?" He draws with a smile, approaching you, "Is everything alright?"
With him closer now you reach up onto your toes sliding your hands down the sides of his neck to his solid chest, "Everything is fine, I just have a favor if you could manage it?"
He sighs softly, touching your cheek, "Of course…"
You grab his hand and lead him to your shared room. Once in, he turns to you with a lifted brow and a smug grin, "Already, my dear? I mean we haven't even had dinner but if it is what you crave how could I possibly deny you?"
Leaning in for a kiss, you quickly stop him by putting your finger to his full lips, "Not that, my flame, I need you to strip your shirt, then sit."
Zevlor growls playfully, nipping at your skin, "You first…"
"Devour me later, for now, sit. And listen."
Not going to argue, he pulls his shirt's ties and lets it drop to the floor before sitting obediently waiting. Zevlor watches you intently as you turn and start grabbing oils from your vanity, then crawl behind him.
"I'm not sure how this is a favor?" He teases as you pour the soothing oil into your palm.
"You said yes, so sit, relax... and enjoy." You whisper as you press your hands onto his warm skin and begin working out the tense knots.
Zevlor is quick to melt under your fingers as you massage every expanse of his rigid body. The oils make it easy to slide your hands over his hot skin, to help untense his long, strained muscles. Though getting to rub him all over wasn't your favorite part of this 'favor,' your favorite part was getting to hear his gruff groans and low purrs. -Complete putty in your hands.
"I must admit... I don't know what I did to deserve this..." He mutters as his head bobs, completely lost in relaxation.
Leaning in, you start pressing kisses to the tips of his blushing ears, something you have always found makes his tail sway and body shiver. "I see how hard you work and wanted to show my appreciation… my admiration…" As you kiss down his ears to the crook of his neck, you curl your hands around his shoulders and quickly push him down on the bed, making him look up at you in awe. "But I have other ways to show you if you like..."
Zevlor is all too eager to follow your lead as you crawl above him and start loosening the ties of his pants. You can feel your mouth watering as you watch his cock stretching the cotton, begging to pop out. Before you can fully pull him out, you're surprised to feel your own bottoms being pulled on and rolled down your legs. Looking down, you see that cocky smirk of his, and he leans up and begins to lick against the cotton on your sex. He sucks and pulls, trying so desperately to get any taste of you that he can, his fingers only making your twist and whine as he continues his pursuit.
Remembering that this is about him and not you, you start to lick against the head of his cock, tasting his arousal and moaning on his cock, and you both delve deeper and deeper into each other.
Featuring romance routes for Zevlor, Rolan, and Dammon.
Beneath the stars of a well-earned victory celebration, you decide to indulge the evening with the infernal variety. Revel the evening away with your favorite tieflings and see where the night takes you. ❤️🔥
This short Baldur's Gate 3 dating simulator reimagines the memorable night of the tiefling party at camp during Act I, just after saving the refugees from the goblins and Kagha.
Note: This game doesn't run great in-browser! Downloading and installing the game (PC or Mac) is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
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Special Thanks
Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to follow through and make this late-night idea into a reality! Boggles my mind that this started off as a silly little joke, but our collective yearning really solidified with me that this was now a mission I had to see to the end.
Also, a special thanks, to @sweetlittlelamb AKA GrannySmut for inspiring me to finish the game! Tiefling Troubles (on AO3) kept me healthily feral and inspired during development, and when sweetlittlelamb came back from a hiatus, I knew that I could come back to my own project too with a pair of fresh eyes.
It's been a minute since I've taken a stab at realism or done a study of Zevlor. Always a pleasure to stare at his face for hours (≧▽≦)
I like the charcoal look but I'm debating coloring it. I'd want to keep the grittiness kind of like the Princess Bride one I did. Lets me keep it loose and the style reminds me of my old figure drawing illustrations.
Digital's more accessible for me but I'd love to draw them like one of my French girls (> ਊ <)
