#tav/zevlor

[the-drowsy-captains-art]

Self-indulgence at its finest.

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[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

Y’all really gonna make me DIY this ship from the ground up, eh?

#2 of those are mine #I don’t think I have another round of 30 fics on me #bg3 zevlor #fellow fic authors unite with me #tav x zevlor #tav/zevlor #bg3 fanfiction

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Yay! I'm absolutely enthralled by this series, so the inspiration just keeps flowing. Same as the rolan fic Zevlor's hurt/comfort won. I love him. These two made me realize I love teiflings. Gonna scream. This takes place if you failed to save him in act two but its a little AU in the sense that you save him before Orin can...ya know.

The Guardian's Guardian

Summary: Caught in Orin's sordid little web, Zevlor finds himself on the receiving end of some less than pleasant treatment. Hes sure he deserves it for being an oathbreaker and abandoning his fellow tieflings. So why, amongst the pain and torture he endures , does he find his mind seeking comfort that he doesn't deserve in the memory of a friend?

Zevlor couldn't begin to find the words to explain his terror. He was certain he'd simply be turned into an absolute cultist after Ketharic had taken him, nothing special and no one of note. But no. Instead, when Thorm had been killed and the injured Tav had been making their way out of the belly of the beast, they had missed him. At least, he liked to think they missed him. Surely they wouldn't have left him there if they'd known...would they?

He'd been at peace with the idea of dying there, but all that had shattered when a terrifying woman with pale skin that swirled in strange patterns had appeared. She'd smiled so cruelty when she saw him. She had said only one word.

"Perfect." And that was all it took. She'd opened the pod, grabbed him, and in a swirl of ash, they were someplace else. Someplace dark and damp and reeking of blood.

That was almost a week ago. How he'd survived so long he wasn't sure, he'd been on the receiving end of numerous beatings, tortures, and even a flaying since then. He winces to himself as the memory of his own raw nearly-skinned flesh on his left leg causes it to flare in pain once more. Certainly, some God must be keeping him alive for their amusment. Or for his own punishment.

If he'd just fought the absolute harder, he wouldn't be in this mess. His people would be safe. Tav may have had more help in slaying Ketharic.

Tav.

He closes his eyes, feeling the cold stone of the cell floor against his back, and allows himself to think of them. He doesn't deserve the comfort their memory brings. He doesn't deserve to fantasize about them bursting through the door and rescuing him. He doesn't deserve to be worried about them. Certainly they were okay. Far far away from this cultish temple to a filthy God. Far away from him.

That thought brings him more comfort than he was expecting. The idea that they were somewhere safe beyond Orin's reach makes him exhale a breath of quiet relief. A relief he had no right to feel. They weren't his.

He'd been in love with them, no doubt, since the Grove. Their kindness, their leadership, the diffusion of tension among the refugees, and their willingness to help. Help teiflings, no less. A notable trait since the fall of Elturel.

If anyone had been around, he'd have scolded himself for the small smile he allows to creep onto his lips as he thinks of them, their smile, their eyes. It's enough to make him ignore the pain the action brings by reopening the scab on his split lip.

He feels his eyes growing heavy, the tension of pain outweighed by his outright exhaustion. He's almost able to slip into a much needed sleep. Almost.

But the comfort is cut short by the sounds of shouting somewhere above him. It must be loud to traverse the stone of his prison. Perhaps someone had displeased Orin. Perhaps she was making another sacrifice to her awful parentage. Maybe Zevlor would be next.

He doesn't open his eyes. Let them come take him. Let his suffering be over. Let his punishment finally be complete.

But even as the screams and yells die down, they do not come. Even as the whole of the caverns fall silent, they do not come. No, what comes is a frantic voice and the sound of several pairs of boots scraping against the dirt and stones. He is certain now - he has, in fact, died. Died and, through some measure of mercy from the same gods who ignored him, been allowed to see them again.

"Zevlor, please! Where are you? Please, Gods, tell me we weren't too late!" The panic in their voice is enough to rouse him. There shouldn't be such pain after death, such a heartbreaking cry. Unless this is his personal Hell. No, this is not real. He won't play their games anymore. He doesn't respond.

"Zevlor! Gods dammit all! Please! Please answer me!" Tav's voice cries again, closer now. The sounds of clanging doors and cells being ripped open follows them. He sighs in content. Even with such pain laden in it, their voice is like a symphony to him now. A soothing balm to caress his soul. He only wishes it was singing one of the lullabies they'd taught the children or telling one of their stories. But this would do.

The world begins to fade around him, finally letting him go. From deep within his swimming hearing, he hears a cell being yanked open. A desperate cry that sounds as if someone is in pain. A word repeated over and over. He strains as much as he cans to listen-

"-vlor! Zevlor. Please, Zev, please!" A desperate cry. He feels hands on his chest, his neck, then moving to his face. He flinches despite himself, and he hears what sounds like a sob. He tries to open his eyes. Tries to tell the visage of his beloved Tav not to cry, that it will all be over soon, but he can't control his tongue nor his eyes. It's as if they're both turned to rock inside his skull.

The last thing he hears before darkness pulls him down is a fractured sentence.

"Karlah- arry him plea- ave to get out of here!"

After that is dark. He's not sure for how long. He's not sure if he was conscious during it all or not. All he's aware of now is warmth that the cells of the cult of Bhaal had been devoid of.

A crackling sound. A fire. He tries to move his hands, move any part of himself. He's able to feel the twitch of his tail and something soft pressing against his fingertips. A bedroll?

No. A bed. A real bed. The soft dip of mattress under him tells him this. Where in the 9 hells is he?

He struggles his eyes open, the light that meets them a little garish compared to the dark of his previous surroundings. However, they adjust after a moment, and he blinks several times. He's in a room, lavishly decorated, warm, large. He turns his hand and sees several beds, all just as large and soft as his own lining the walls. Curtains hang from the doorway, having been pulled down, presumably for his privacy. He hears voices speaking soft beyong them.

He tries to speak but finds his throat hoarse and painful. He tries to sit up instead but groans out loud in pain as he moves his left leg. Right. Basically skinned alive. But looking down, he notices it's been bandaged, the scent of yarrow and other medicinal herbs wafting from around him.

His yelp seems to have been heard as footsteps rapidly approach the curtains, and a pair of hands yank them apart, a face appearing between them. Tav.

Their eyes are wide, set in both fear and relief, their bottom lip quivers slightly before they swallow and quickly close the space between the curtains and his bed. They don't hesitate to drop to their knees beside him, taking one of his clawed hands in theirs.

"Zev! Oh gods, have mercy, you're awake! You're awake. You're safe. I'm here." Their voice seems to flit through the stages of grief, then relief, then gentle happiness. He doesn't reply, just stares at them with wide eyes of his own.

They simply hold his hand tight and keep repeating the same words to him. As if they're an incantation that will heal his battered body. "I'm here. I'm here. I'm here."

His eyes flit to the curtains, and he sees faces peaking through. Tav's companions. They watch with varying degrees of pity, joy, amusement, or disgust. His looks back to Tav and tries to speak, but only a croak replies. Tav's eyes widen, and they're reaching for the pitcher of water beside the bed before he can even grasp at their hand as it leaves his. They pour a glass and hold it to his lips for him, their other hand cradling the back of his neck as they urge him to drink. He does, and before he even realizes it, he's drained the glass. They pour him another, but he only sips at this one before he finally speaks.

"It's you. You came for me...why? Why would you do that? Why would you put yourself and your friends in danger for me? You could've been hurt! You could have been killed!" Its not until Tav places their hands on his cheeks and hums soothingly that he realizes his voice had been growing in volume. One hand remains on his cheek, and the other moves to stroke through his hair, passing across the bases of his horns. He can't keep himself from sighing and curling in on himself at their touch. Tears blur his vision, and he let's them fall. He's so relieved. Not for himself but for them.

"Zevlor, of course I came for you. I would never have left anyone to Orin's torture, but least of all you. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you." They hushed. His tears continued, and wrecked sobs finally burst forth from his throat.

"But why!? I don't deserve your kindness, your sacrifice, and care! I-I gave in to the absolute! I left my people to die! I broke my oaths, I left innocent children helpess, and now I put you all in danger. I'm a murderer." Zevlor wails. He deserved to die there. He shouldn't be here, he should be a body laying in the pits of Avernus left to-

"Zevlor!" Their voice cuts through again. They're gently pulling his hands away from his arms, where scratches and traces blood are now forming. He'd been hurting himself and hadn't even realized it. "Stop. Zev, your people are safe. I got them out of moonrise, and I returned them to their families. There were a few losses but...I did what I could. Arabella's parents... but that doesn't matter. It isn't your fault. The absolutes hold on people is almost unbreakable, but you did it. You broke it. You aren't a murderer. You're a victim. Please don't hurt yourself over this, I can't bear to see it. I love you too much for it."

Their words are so earnest and spoken with such certainty that he almost misses the end part. His gaze whips up to meet theirs, and he almost cries anew at the look in their eyes. He buries his face in their chest and breakdown down once more. They hold him close and gently rock back and forth with the. They rub his back and stroke his hair and whisper words of encouragement and kindness to him. He takes a deep breath and pulls back from them. He pulls his head back and whimpers.

"I love you. I've loved you since that day in the Grove that you saved Arabella from Kagha. Since you showed Geux how to defend himself or kept Lia and her brothers together. I must have annoyed the others with how much I talked about you after we left there. But I couldn't help myself. You're perfect. You're goodness incarnate. I love you. I need you." His voice sounds foreign to himself. Desperate and teary and full of fear. But that's just the effect Tav has on him. He can be weak in front of them. He can be vulnerable.

Lips press against his before he can even look up again. He let's his eyes slip shut, and he sighs into it, allowing himself to melt into the safety of them. There's no heat behind it. No heavy breaths or searching hands. Just chaste, gentle and caring love. Safety.

They pull away before he's ready but place another kiss against his forehead. They sit on the bed beside him and pull his head against their chest. They whisper sweet nothings to him, promises of care and safety.

"I'm here, you're safe. All is well, everything is going to be okay. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe." They hum into his hair.

He feels something stir within himself, and he makes a decision then and there. He may have broken his oaths, but he's making a new one to himself. Tav, the guardian of the world, the bringer of peace and safety. He's going to protect them with his life. He'll be there for any fight, any pain, any troubles. For the rest of their lives. He will be there. A gaurdian's gaurdian. And this oath, he will not break. No matter what.

#bg3 #baulders gate 3 #bg3 zevlor #bg3 spoilers #zevlor #tav x zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor/tav #tav/zevlor

[haru-sen]

Breaking His Silence Pt 2

Finally got around to finishing this, a mere 4,865 words later, lol.

CW: Smut, biting, some blood (have you seen those teeth?), misunderstandings, Warlock Tav is a dumbass.

Part 1

“You spent all that time chasing me around.” You rested a hand over the one still fisting the front of your robes as you sat astride Zevlor. “Well, you caught me, Hellrider. Now what?”

He stared up at you, shock rendering him mute, those flame-colored eyes wide. It was hilarious really.

He smelled like smoke, metal polish, and that sharp clean scent of divine magic that made your nose twitch. He was not a conventionally handsome man, almost too lean, with sharp features, and deep grooves in his face. But you liked the look of him. And well, there was something very appealing about all that strength leashed behind tightly wound reserve.

You held onto the fist gripping your collar, your other hand resting on his cheek. He burned hot under you, and you rather wondered how he would feel without all this metal in the way.

“I realize that you are not happy with me, Tav. But that’s no reason to humiliate me like this,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a tautness to his words. He very carefully reached up and pried your hand off his.

You let him move your hand, tilting your head to the side. “This isn’t humiliation, Zevlor. But if you’re interested in that sort of thing, I have some ideas.”

He flinched, averting his eyes. “You’ve made your point.” His fingers brushed yours, a light version of Laying Hands on you. Cool energy traveled up your arm as he healed your wounds. “You can let me up now.”

“But you didn’t answer my question,” you chirped, leaning over so you were nose to nose with him. “What do-”

A leg hooked around yours, and Zevlor raised his hips, unseating you with far too much ease. You toppled over, flipped onto your back, with Zevlor sitting astride you.

You grunted, flashing him a pained smile. “Well, if you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was-” And then to your shock, the tiefling paladin leapt to his feet and ran, leaving you on the ground, stunned. You sat up slowly, watching him retreat. The man ran fast even in armor. All that training paid off, for him anyway. Rubbing the back of your head, you stared after him. What the hell? You kissed him and he ran away? Godsdamned paladins and their weird chastity fixations. Rolling your eyes, you stood up, straightening your robes.

“Well, you certainly dominated that round,” Astarion chuckled, slinking out of the shadows. “You sent him running off in terror, his tail between his legs. That was rather vicious though, darling.” He gave you an approving smile.

“What?” you squinted. “What do you mean? He smote me! I just knocked him over. Sure, I hit him while he was down too, but that’s just strategy.”

Astarion’s brows went up. “I meant the kiss. You know that man hasn’t been touched in years. Taunting him with what he can’t have is an especially cruel choice.”

You crossed your arms. “Can’t have? Wait...that’s what he thought?” You blinked. “Huh.”

“Wait, you actually meant it? I thought you were annoyed with that relentless bastard,” Astarion’s voice went high.

“...I mean, I am,” you shrugged. “I don’t want to run laps or do push-ups with him. But sex is another story. Paladins have incredible endurance, and there is something truly delicious about corrupting the other side, you know?”

“Huh.” Astarion’s mouth hung open for a moment. He closed it slowly. “Well, there’s no accounting for your strange tastes.”

“So...to be clear, he ran away because he thought I was being disingenuous?” You rubbed your head, wondering how you could have been more obvious.

“I don’t know what’s more disturbing, the idea that you would lead that poor man on for fun, or the idea that you would actually seduce him.” Shaking his head, Astarion disappeared back into the darkness.

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question, asshole!”

Astarion’s laughter echoed in the shadows.

Sighing heavily, you dusted yourself off and walked back to camp, considering your options.

##

The next few days around camp were incredibly peaceful. Zevlor avoided you. It seemed innocuous at first. Between investigating bizarre murders, fighting shapeshifters, and even a trip to the circus, you were focused on several other tasks.

But when you sat down to eat at night, Zevlor hastily left the fire.

When you walked by the training area, he quickly packed up his gear.

When you said “hi” to him one morning, he literally jumped, gave you a nervous wave, and practically fled to his tent.

“I think you broke him, darling,” Astarion told you as the two of you carefully wrapped the dead clown parts for storage. Assembling a jigsaw puzzle scavenger hunt was not the weirdest thing you’d done with a corpse, but it was a new experience. And a clown at that, truly degenerate stuff.

“You really think so?” you asked. “He survived years as a Hellrider, a trip to Avernus, an exile, a refugee caravan, being captured by the Absolute, reswearing his oath… No, that’s ridiculous, Astarion.” You laughed, shaking your head incredulously. “I did not break our paladin.”

“Darling, you’ve seen his face: the man is riddled with stress fractures. You’re just making my point: your teasing is the metaphorical straw that broke the tiefling’s back.” He chuckled to himself, setting the chewed up clown hand treat-o in rags, rolling it like a scroll, and then tying the ends of the bundle up in neat knots.

“He smote me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He can’t be that fragile.” You put the tightly wrapped clown torso in another crate with the hand. You were not storing body parts with your clothes.

“The other explanation is that he’s playing hard to get,” Astarion said, giving you a truly evil smile. “You should chase him down and confront him about that, preferably in full view of the others.”

You eyed Astarion, recognizing the horribleness of that idea. You considered it anyway. Heh. Well, if Zevlor kept avoiding you, you would have to corral him. But unlike Zevlor, you knew better than to make a public spectacle of it.

##

That evening, Zevlor entered the barn through the side room, shutting the door behind him. You watched from Lae’zel’s tent, gave it five minutes, then followed him inside.

He was in civilian clothes, straddling a bench, running a whetstone along his sword.

You grinned, stepped inside, shut the door, and pulled out a scroll of Arcane Lock, sealing the only exit behind you.

“We need to talk,” you said cheerfully.

Zevlor’s head snapped back and he stared at you with wide eyes, like you said, “it’s time for the execution” instead. But then he very carefully sheathed his sword and stood. His tail swished back and forth as he met your gaze, jaw clenched. Without the armor on, he was a little slimmer, but the man still had a strong frame: broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

“Is that really necessary?” Zevlor said, taking a deep breath as he gestured to the door.

“You’ve been running from me so much, that I thought it wise to take precautions,” you said. “And because I’m nice, I didn’t start with Hold Person.”

Zevlor looked away.

You moved closer.

He backed up, averting his eyes.

You frowned, stopping. “What’s wrong?”

“You made it very clear that I should keep my distance or risk more humiliation,” he growled. “I’ve upheld my part of the bargain.” His nostrils flared. “I realize you’re angry at me, but this treatment is just cruel.”

You crossed your arms. “Hold on, what?” You squinted at him. “What are you talking about?”

Zevlor drew in a shaky breath. “I realize I was...too aggressive on the issue of training.” He looked down, tail starting to snap back and forth like that of an agitated cat. “I should not have been so pushy. I should not have accosted you that night.”

“Yeah, OK,” you said, not actually disagreeing.

“And you handled yourself well in the fight. But afterward, you did not have to shame me like that,” he said, closing his eyes, the words thick.

Afterward?

“...OK, now you’ve lost me,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. “I get that maybe I was a bit...aggressive too. Like, I guess I shouldn't have kissed you without your permission. But it was post-battle and you’d been chasing me for days. You smote me. I just assumed you were interested in stress relief.”

Zevlor stared at you. “That’s not- What?”

“What?” you cocked your head to the side, staring at him in confusion.

He moved his jaw a few times, like he was trying to make words, but they wouldn’t form. “That’s not what you said.”

“It is! What do you think I said?”

“That this wasn’t humiliation, but if that’s what I was interested in, you would come up with something else. I thought that was a warning to back off,” he said with some uncertainty. “I...did not expect such a threat from you.”

“Threat?” You gaped at him. “I meant if you liked sexual humiliation we could discuss limits.”

“What?” he blinked, his voice raspy.

“Zevlor,” you began very patiently, like you were speaking to a particularly dense child. “I assumed you had some power-dynamic kinks, since you come from a hardcore religious military background and engage in regular bouts of emotional repression and self-flagellation.”

Zevlor scowled at you. “That is entirely un-”

“Your many hangups aside,” you said, holding both palms out toward him. “Those details are something you talk about beforehand. I’m not just going to start slapping you around with a riding crop or begging to lick Daddy’s boots without any idea of what you actually want. Anyway, when have my threats sounded anything like that? That’s way too vague. I say things like “Time for a hug from Hadar!” and “I’m going to fucking kill you!” and “Fucking Dolor!” You know?” You grinned at him, hands still outstretched, palms turning upward.

The paladin looked at you, and then the sealed door, and then sank back down onto the bench, his gaze distant.

“That...wasn’t a threat then.” The realization dawned on his face as he spoke.

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head.

“That was actually a proposition?” he asked weakly.

“Oh yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, I thought I was pretty clear about it when I kissed you. What else should I have done? Try to feel you up through the armor?”

Zevlor groaned and buried his face in his hands.

“So yeah, umm...you wanna make out?” you asked hopefully.

Zevlor did not respond. He just sat there, hunched over, refusing to look at you.

You went over to him, crouching between his spread knees, so you could look up at his face. “Hey.”

Zevlor did not budge. Oh hells, maybe Astarion was right. Maybe you really did break the paladin. Fuck.

You gently pried his hands away from his face, grinning up at him. “You OK?”

“Don’t-” he breathed, turning away. “I don’t know what you want.”

You crouched there, resting your elbows on his knees. “I want to suck your dick,” you told him. “I think that’ll make you feel better too.”

He stared at you wide-eyed.

“If you’re interested, cast silence. I know I’d like to hear you, but since you’re so fond of using that against me, it seems right, you know?”

You stared up at him expectantly, waiting for him to pull away or say the words.

Zevlor carefully reached out, cupping your chin. “You...honestly want this?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yeah, I’ll get on my knees and everything, if that’s what you want?” You flashed him an easy smile, realizing Astarion was correct. This man had not been touched in ages.

His breath hitched, and he pushed a stray lock of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to-”

You toyed with the laces of his trousers and then looked up at him expectantly.

Zevlor exhaled slowly. “Tap if it’s too much.”

You laughed. “Oh, so you have done this before. I was worried there for a min-”

Zevlor squinted at you, a wave of irritation pinching his entire face. “Silencio.”

Your ears popped and you laughed, no noise coming out. You dropped to your knees in the straw, carefully unlacing his pants.

A taloned hand gently massaged your scalp.

You didn’t look up at him, too interested in unwrapping your new toy. You carefully freed his cock from his pants, a little surprised that the paladin wasn’t wearing any underwear. Maybe it wasn’t just his martial greatsword that he came here to tend to.

Tieflings had patterns of ridges and bumps all over their bodies and Zevlor was no exception. He was only half hard when you started. You licked your lips and then ran your tongue along the crown, taking in the salty-musk of his skin. There was something different, sharper about how he tasted. The head was velvety soft, fun to swirl your tongue around, even as his fingers tightened their grip in your hair.

You looked up to see Zevlor still hunched over, those brilliant eyes watching you intently.

You winked at him and licked the underside of his cock, lightly squeezing the shaft as you ran your tongue from the head to his balls, feeling his thighs tense around you. The ribbed texture was interesting in your mouth. You expected it would feel even better somewhere else.

Zevlor shuddered, gritting his teeth. If there had been sound, you might have heard him growling. He was longer than you expected, thicker around the base, and heat began to pool in your core.

You squeezed his thigh with your free hand and then slowly took him in your mouth, relaxing your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you swallowed him to the hilt. You began to bob your head. Salty fluid leaked from the tip, and you groaned as Zevlor’s nails briefly nicked your neck.

But Zevlor was a gentleman. He held still, neither thrusting nor pushing your head down. You liked the way he tensed and twitched under your touch. Still, this would go smoother with some help. You reached forward, both hands cupping his ass as you started to try to get him to properly fuck your mouth.

Something brushed your wrist and you felt Zevlor’s tail wind around your right forearm as he started to slowly rock his hips. He moved with you, letting you set the pace. You were drooling now, getting him sloppy and slick, and one rough stroke had you gagging, but you didn’t stop. You had a goal now. You wanted to hear Zevlor. And to do that, you would need to break his concentration again.

Making him come would do the trick.

You gazed up at him, moaning around his cock. Even if he couldn’t hear you, he could see your face, see how you were enjoying him.

Zevlor’s eyes were half-open, his lips parted as you sucked on him. He gave a little tug on your hair, tilting your head back, so he slid out of your mouth, smearing saliva on your chin. The timidness was gone from his gaze. Maybe you had succeeded in sucking some of his sadness out through his dick. Good job!

He studied your face.

You thought he might kiss you, but instead he pushed two fingers down your throat, the corners of his mouth turning upward at your startled look.

You licked the digits, sucking on his fingers, and that smile tightened into something more feral and he pushed your head back down to his cock.

This time he did not sit back and let you lead. Fingers tangling in your hair, he began to thrust into your throat. Your eyes watered as he set a steady pace. He felt bigger in your mouth, his girth grazing your teeth, but that did not seem to slow him down.

You wished the silence was gone. You wanted to hear him. His voice was probably all raspy right now, and if his expression was anything to go by, his blood was running hot. You could just imagine the filthy taunts he had. Probably something about finally shutting you up and making good use of your smart mouth. Why had you suggested using silence again? Gods, you were dumb sometimes.

Zevlor’s cock twitched in your throat, and you had to work to breathe through your nose. His tail was still wound around your right arm, so you squeezed the base of it with your left hand, massaging the underside: tieflings tended to be sensitive right there. The man’s hips jerked forward, and you choked as he hilted in your throat, his nails digging into your shoulders.

You moaned, and even if you could not hear it, you stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, your lips wrapped around his wonderfully textured cock. It was thicker than you expected, and you gripped the base, running your tongue up the underside of his shaft, grinning up at him before you slid him back into your mouth. Then you squeezed the base of his tail again.

Zevlor bared his teeth at you, pushing your head back down till your nose was flush against his pelvis, before yanking your head back, pulling you off his cock.

His jaw clenched, he tried to turn to the side, already leaking pearlescent fluid from the tip. You leaned in, holding the base of is shaft and taking the head back in your mouth, in time to catch the rush of salty cum.

Your ears popped then, the silence bubble bursting.

Zevlor gave a strangled groan, his fists at his sides as you let him finish in your mouth. Panting, he stared down at you as you opened up and licked him clean.

“That pent up, huh?” you asked, your voice rough.

Still breathing hard, Zevlor nodded, his knuckles brushing your cheek. Tilting your chin up, he kissed you hungrily, tasting himself on your tongue. “What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t mind riding you, if you’re up for another round. Otherwise-”

“Give me a moment,” he growled, running his thumb along your bottom lip. There was a flare of holy magic and he cracked his neck, those orange eyes bright. He slid off the bench, into the straw, reclining on his back, giving you a nice view of his fully hard cock. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-”

“I didn’t waste time making this warming oil because it feels nice on weapons,” you said, plucking a vial off your belt. “Though maybe it does. Guess you’ll have to stab someone and ask them for me?”

Zevlor sighed, taking the vial from you and sniffing it before hesitantly pouring some onto his hands and rubbing it along his shaft. He groaned softly, those elegant fingers stroking his length.

“How trusting. You didn’t even ask what I used,” you said with a grin, taking the vial back and slicking up your own entrance. “Could have been succubus spittle.”

Zevlor snorted, giving you a sardonic look. “That would be your mistake to make. But it obviously is not. I smell cinnamon and ginger. Not sulfur and sweet decay.”

You laughed in delight. “Zevlor, how do you know what succubus spittle smells like?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said, the faintest smile on his lips.

“I always knew you were a kinky bastard,” you said as you straddled his hips, recalling the last time you were in this position.

“Do you really go around not wearing smallclothes?” Zevlor asked, apparently realizing that you were not joking when you said you weren’t wearing underwear.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You winked, then rubbed the head of his cock between your thighs, breath hitching as the blunt head slid inside you, then you took a few more inches of his ridged shaft. You sank down onto him, groaning at the stretch. His skin burned hot and while the oil eased his entry, you still had to take a few minutes to adjust to the fullness.

“No more smart remarks?” Zevlor purred. His tail wound around your thigh, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

“Is that a secret paladin technique? Who knew your dick could inflict silence on me?” You laughed, breathing hard as you squirmed on him, that ribbed cock rubbing against your walls with delicious friction.

“That would be a shame. I should like to hear you.” Zevlor gritted his teeth, gazing up at you with a hunger you had not seen before. You ran your fingers up his cross-shaped navel, over the ridges of his chest, your knees squeezing his thighs.

You rolled your hips, whining softly as you took him deeper inside you. “Hells, Zevlor, I thought you found me annoying.”

“You’re often irreverent and inappropriate,” he said, no bite in his tone. “But no, you don’t annoy me.” He gave you a wry smile, his tolerance likely increased because you were bouncing on his cock.

“Do I frustrate you then?” you asked with a sharp smile, leaning forward, close enough to kiss.

Zevlor’s gaze darkened. “All the godsdamned time.” He cupped the back of your head, kissing you hard, nipping your bottom lip with his sharp teeth.

You moaned into his mouth and then pushed off his chest, breaking free, not because you didn’t like kissing him, but because it would frustrate him. You grinned as he scowled at you. “So, are you going to tell me about the succubus spittle?”

Zevlor chuckled, gripped your hips, and thrust upward, a spike of heat driving into your core. “Is that what you want to hear about, Tav? Because I don’t need infernal aphrodisiacs to keep going.”

“Big talk, paladin,” you grinned, clenching around him, just to see him shudder.

“It’s not just talk, little warlock,” he said, his smile turning feral. “All that training I endure has its advantages.”

The leg hook took you off guard (again!), and you squealed as he rolled you onto your back. Suddenly he was on his knees, still sheathed inside you, one hand gripping your chin as he pinned you to the ground.

“Fuck,” you exhaled, gazing up at the paladin.

Zevlor regarded you with a harsh intensity that made you squirm.

“Say “stop” if you want me to stop. Otherwise,” he flashed you a sharp smile. “Lie back and enjoy yourself.”

Before you could make a snide joke about his unimaginative choice of safe words, he shifted forward, shoving your knees up against your chest, his cock sinking deeper inside you.

Folded in half, robes rucked up around your waist, you swore as he fucked you there on the floor like an animal.

He actually growled as he thrust downward, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes wild.

You whimpered as that thick ribbed cock stirred up your insides, driving too deep too fast, as you struggled beneath him.

“Zevlor-”

“I like how you say my name,” he rumbled, leaning forward to kiss you again, even as he drilled deeper into you, and you swore you could feel the impact in the back of your throat. He nipped your neck and you snarled, clawing at his shoulders while he kept up that rough pace. One hand moved between your thighs, stroking your sensitive flesh, making you writhe for him. “I wonder how much you can take, Tav. After all that teasing, I have high expectations. Don’t disappoint me.” He bit down on your ear and you shrieked. If the others didn’t know what you were doing before, they certainly knew now.

Pinned as you were, you did not have the leverage to push him off, to wrest control from the much stronger warrior. You could say “stop.” You could use magic. But you were getting filled with that thick textured cock and Zevlor’s calloused fingers worked between your legs, those fiery eyes fixed on your face with grim determination.

Fuck, you were getting despoiled...or just plain spoiled.

Astarion was absolutely right. Zevlor was touch-starved and desperately in need of relief, and you were the lucky fool that got to break his dry streak.

“You better fucking ruin me, paladin,” you purred, fingers digging into his hair, yanking him down for another rough kiss. “How else are you going to convince me of the merits of your argument?”

Zevlor’s nostrils flared. “You’re playing with fire, Tav.”

“Fun, isn’t it?” you murmured, sucking marks on his neck, and letting out the most obscene moans as he stretched you out, channeling all that frustration into your body, his thighs slapping loudly against your ass. “Don’t be that way. You have fire resistance.”

Zevlor’s low growl made you tighten around him. “You’re the one who’s going to get burned.” His fingers moved faster, that pleasurable friction twisting through you, shooting from between your legs, into your core, and up your spine, pulling needy whines from your throat. Your nerves thrummed, the lightest touch sending shivers through the whole network. Where his skin brushed yours, the heat lingered, pulsing through your limbs, adding another layer of sensation. This godsdamned paladin had you teetering on the edge of bliss, blessing you with his cock like it was the key to your salvation. If being good normally felt this good, maybe you would try it more often.

Or was it being bad to good people? You weren’t too sure right now.

“Zevlor, I’m close-”

He pressed his forehead to yours, keeping up that hard tempo. He closed his eyes, shuddering against you. For a moment, he did not respond.

You waited, savoring his rasping breaths, your strangled whimpers, the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Where do you want my seed?” he snarled.

“Inside me,” you gasped, knowing that answer would hasten him.

Zevlor narrowed his eyes. “Then you’re going to feel me leaking out of you for days.”

You shuddered, vision flickering. You clawed at his shoulders, his arms, swearing as he angled his hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging that sensitive spot inside you. Even though he was just as on edge as you were, he did not lose focus. His hand kept up his ministrations between your thighs. His rhythm did not falter. The ridges of his cock seemed to imprint on your walls as he reshaped you to fit him. He was marking you from the inside. The dual sensations of being stroked and getting properly wrecked by the paladin’s cock pushed you over the edge, pressure breaking inside your simmering core. Back against the ground, you could only brace yourself for the onslaught. That moment when all the tension snapped, your body caught in the recoil, the orgasm intensified by the fact you were pinned in place. Keening, you clung to him as you fell apart.

He was only waiting on you. With a bestial roar, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and you wailed as his hips stuttered against you, pumping his cum deep inside you.

“Fuck-” you sobbed, still clinging to him, despite the sting of his bite.

Breathing hard, Zevlor raised his head, his lips bloody and drawn back in a fierce smile that flattened when he saw the marks in your skin. Guilt immediately started to cloud his expression. “Hells, was that too much? Did I go too far?”

“I didn’t tell you to “stop,” you said tartly to avert the panic. “And if that’s all you’ve got, then I’ve sorely misjudged paladins.”

Zevlor wiped his mouth, his gaze harsh. “You still want more, little warlock?”

“Yes,” you hissed in his ear. “I demand it.”

“Te curo,” he murmured, the wound on your shoulder closing. Inside you, his cock twitched as he channeled divine energy right inside your channel. “Don’t complain when I break you, Tav, if this is how you ask for it.”

“It’s only fair, I keep breaking your concentration,” you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him.

He gripped your chin, his smile wide, and he rolled his hips, cutting off your laughter.

##

“...So,” Astarion said, not making eye contact as you emerged from the barn, brushing straw off your robes and picking it out of your hair. “Is there anything left of the paladin? Or just a desiccated husk?”

“I’m not you,” you sniffed.

Zevlor followed behind you, carrying his sword slung over his shoulder. He still winced when he ducked out of the barn, clearly sore from your shared exertions.

“Well, that was a rigorous bout of training,” you said, cheerfully limping toward the campfire.

“Is that what you’re calling it now?” Astarion groaned. “Yenna was asking some very interesting questions and as entertaining as it was to see Wyll spin a panicked tale or three, no one needs to hear the two of you going at it for hours.” He glared over your shoulder at Zevlor. “Tav’s an idiot, but a man of your experience should know better. Next time, be quieter.”

Zevlor sighed, looking quite put upon. “I would, but that damned warlock keeps breaking my silence.”

#reader insert #gender neutral reader #tav x zevlor #tav/zevlor #pwp #bg3 fanfiction

[evillittlebirdie]

Whumptober is finished, and I am so tired

But I am a completionist.

Check out my Baldur's Gate Whumptober 2023 series. Featuring whump, love, angst, hurt/comfort, darkness, fluff, and misunderstanding abound.

#whumptober 2023 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #kar'niss/tav #gale/tav #astarion/tav #gortash/tav #karlach/tav #karlach/wyll #rolan/tav #shadowheart/tav #astarion/karlach #Halsin/Tav #Wyll/Tav #Astarion/Cazador #Lae'Zel/Tav #Tav/Zevlor

[the-silver-swan]

Chapter seven of A Swirl of Embers is up! I cannot stop writing Zevlor angst, someone send help--

#fanfic #ao3 #bg3 #zevlor #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #tav x zevlor #tav/zevlor

[crocodiller]

I must make Karlach happy

#there's barely any gold in there anyway lol #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #zevlor #bg3 tav #gale dekarios #karlach #astarion #bg3 spoilers #mydrawins

[kelsh]

“You were a friend when we needed it, and we won’t forget that. Should you ever need it, you have family in Baldur’s Gate.” - Zevlor

#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 durge #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #alfira #lakrissa #bg3 lia #bg3 cal #bg3 mol #arabella #mirkon #bg3 mattis #funny that zevlor says tieflings are raised to fear drow #then one becomes your greatest friend and ally #tiefling drow solidarity #yes this is my durge and yes alfira is here I do what I want #do you guys ever think about how durge probably hasn’t felt real love in the longest time or ever even #how their life has been nothing but bloodshed and horror #and now they have people who would protect them and trust with their lives #cause I think about it all the time #anyways I love the tieflings I’d kill anyone for them #will never experience minthara cause I can never harm them in the grove #baldur's gate 3

[world-of-shadows-and-music]

Male Companions Responding To Your Pregnancy Announcement

Here are some headcannons I have for the Male Companions + Zevlor responding to your's/Tav's pregnancy announcement. I have a few more ideas I want to write out for the week so we will see how that goes.

Wyll

Legit might start crying when you tell him you’re expecting.

He smiles so big and bright before scooping you up in his arms and spinning you in a circle.

He is (carefully) rubbing his face against your stomach and whispering to the little baby bump.

He will not let you do anything on your own once you have the smallest of bumps.

He understands you don’t need his help, but he will offer it no matter what.

Once you get later on in your pregnancy, he is constantly rubbing your belly and telling them stories of his adventures as the Blade of Frontiers.

Once you get close to your due date, he will not leave your side cause he doesn’t want to miss anything.

He is there to hold your hand and help you anyway he can when you go into labor. Whispering how well you’re doing and that you are almost there.

Once the baby is there and in his arms, he melts. He doesn’t want to let them go.

Seeing you holding the little baby is his favorite thing.

“Oh darling. You have done so wonderfully.” Looking down at the little child, his child, wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully in his arms. “You have given me everything I could ever hope for.”

Astarion

He has heightened senses due to being a vampire so he can smell something different about you long before you tell him, but he doesn’t know what it up.

He thinks you’re playing some sick joke when you first tell him you’re expecting.

He just can’t wrap his head around it at first, but you wake up to his hands on your belly and whispering softly.

He comes around to the idea of you both having a child slowly but once he does, he is making sure you have the best healers available.

He even asks Shadowheart and Halsin to check on you and make sure everything is going well.

He becomes obsessed with your belly as it gets bigger, wanting to constantly be touching you in some way.

When he feels the first kick, he is startled but you see the largest grin on his face.

“Oh, a little fighter on our hands it seems.”

When you go into labor, he is afraid but he sits behind you and lets you push against him.

He is whispering into your ear how wonderful you are doing and letting you squeeze his hand.

Once he hears the baby cry for the first time, he has an out of body experience.

He is looking over your shoulder at the little one as they are placed in your arms, with you cooing down at them.

“Lover… They look perfect.” Reaching around you and letting them grab hold of his finger with his tiny hand. “I swear, I will always be there for them.”

Gale

He stares at you for a moment with wide eyes when you tell him before breaking out in a smile and scooping you into his arms.

He will want to announce to all your companions as soon as possible. He wants to share your good news with everyone.

He starts planning everything; the nursery, what colors everything should be, what foods he is going to be cooking for you through the pregnancy, everything you can think of.

Not to mention Tara is your little shadow and you’re pretty sure that she is reporting everything back to Gale.

He checks up on you multiple times a day, asking if you need anything or if you are craving everything for him to cook.

When you are laying in bed with him, he will be reading next to you and absently rubbing your belly.

When your belly gets bigger, he will want to have his arms wrapped around you while sleep with Tara curled up next to you.

He wants to be there when you give birth, he will not hear anything against it.

When you do go into labor, he is right by your side and wiping your forehead with a wet towel.

He honestly gets in the way of the midwife with his constant questions, but they force him to sit next to you.

When the baby is finally born, he wants to be the first to hold them and cradle them in his arms.

“Oh dearest, look at them. Look at how perfect you have done.” His soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at the child, wanting nothing more in the world.

Halsin

Halsin knows before you do that you’re pregnant. He picks up on the nausea, the tiredness, and he can smell it on you.

He waits for you to tell him though, giving you the privacy even though he is bursting at the seams with excitement.

He is making sure you’re eating enough and getting enough rest.

You wouldn’t even need to list a single finger if you didn’t want to.

He makes sure not to be too far from you if you would ever need him.

He starts whittling little toys for the child, including a little bear for them.

When your belly gets larger and you start complaining of back pain, he will come up behind you and put his hands under your belly to help relieve the pressure with his chin resting on your shoulder.

From the moment you two lay down for the night he is constantly talking to your belly and rubbing it.

The first time he feels a kick he will grin and give the spot a soft kiss.

He makes sure to keep an eye on everything for anything that could go wrong but he is not against you having additional healers to check up on you.

When you go into labor, he wants to help the midwife with anything they need; water, towels, just about anything.

He also wants to be the one who cuts the cord and clean the baby right after they are born.

He holds them in his arms and marvels at how small they are compared to him before he hands them to you.

“My Heart, just look at them.” Halsin looking down at the child, slowly running his finger down their cheek as they sleep. “Just look at what we have made together.”

Bonus: Zevlor (because I love him and no one can stop me)

When you tell him the poor man’s heart stops for a second.

He is a stuttering mess, hands reaching for you trembling, but he pulls you into his arms and holds you close kissing you.

A million and one doubts that he will be a good father go through his head, but he doesn’t doubt for a second that you will be a good parent.

You have to reassure him and give him a lot of love.

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of during your pregnancy.

You mention you want a snack or sweet? He will come home with like 10 of them.

You will wake up to him rubbing your belly as it gets bigger.

He eyes will be full of love and wonder when he feels them kick.

When you go into labor, he just can’t stand seeing you in pain and gets kicked out by the midwife.

But the moment he hears the first cry he will burst back into the room.

When the midwife hands the baby to him for the first time, he treats them as if they are made of glass.

“Oh sweetling.” Zevlor could feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision as he held the newborn close to his chest watching them yawn. “You have given me everything.”

#bg3 #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 x you #wyll x reader #wyll x tav #gale x reader #gale x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #tav x zevlor #zevlor x reader #pregancy

[reverieblondie]

Could I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, Wyll, and Astarion with touch starved gn s/o?

I ended up rewriting these a few times but I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!

Halsin 

Halsin would never say you were obvious, but figuring out you were touched starved was relatively easy to tell. Especially with the game you were playing, it was clear after the nth time you asked for healing from him from a mere paper cut on your finger. Though, could anyone really blame you? After spending so much time on the road, with no friendly touch for weeks, then when Halsin came to your aid to heal you from a particularly nasty hit from a goblin, That was the start of it, the aching for him; you had been healed by others before but…nobody did healing like Halsin. Most healers hover their hands over you, but Halisn would hold you, pressing his large but tender hands to your skin, letting his healing magic flow through from him to you; the touch would send tingling shivers through you; some would argue that it was from the magic…But you knew it was from his touch. Halsin was more than willing to help heal you every time; in fact, the consent wanting his touch helped you two connect. Halsin hoped you would confess you wanted him to hold you one day. But you never did. So when you came for healing from your “terribly painful stomach ache,” he knew he would have to make the first move. “I think I know the perfect solution to your problem,” he whispered before he wrapped you in a tight hug; every ache and pain melted away from his touch. It is truly the perfect medicine anytime you feel touch starved.

Every party of Halsin is perfection in your eyes. Oak father really did a fantastic job when it came to making him. However, the one place you’re always grabbing onto the most is his arms. It’s not hard to see why; it’s nearly impossible to keep from clinging to his massive limbs, snuggling into them, running your hands over his thick forearms. Halsin, the sweetheart, doesn’t seem to mind your clinging, even if he is busy carving away. Now that Halsin has noticed your fondness for his arms, he may or may not start to flex them subtly when gesturing or wearing shirts that expose them so you can see every slight rippling of his muscles. Halsin will let you cling to him as long as he can nuzzle into his favorite part of you later tonight…

Now usually you’re the needy one in the relationship, pleading for hugs and beaming every time you get wrapped up in Halsins arms. Today has been different, however. It started when you woke up with Halsins hands creasing your sides and snuggling into your neck, of course you melted at the touch, thoroughly relishing in the attention, but it didn’t end there. Usually, Halsin would walk through the woods for some meditation and to gather herbs and materials for you two, but today, he didn’t leave your side. Of course, you loved it, but a part of you was starting to get worried. When you brought it up, he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I just find myself wanting to be near you, my heart.” You squeeze his large hands back, “Well, let me help you, my love.” rising to your tiptoes, you begin to pepper kisses all over Halsins face. He grabs your waist and lifts you to meet his lips with yours quickly; the kiss only makes him needier. 

He loves every part of you, from your hair to your adorable toes. But his hands consistently linger on your curves. On those days when you are feeling extra needy. Halsin is more than willing to help…In some inventive ways. The contrast is maddening… The smooth honey slips on top of your heated skin, and then Halsins rough tongue licks up the sticky liquid off your stomach. His hands guide your back to an arch as he keeps his hazel eyes on your moaning face. Sucking and licking as his hands continue to run over your squirming body. Halsin doesn’t know what is sweeter, the honey or you; he will spend all night trying to figure it out. 

Zevlor

Zevlor has been around for a while but was never too familiar with the term ‘Touched starved.’ Sure, he had heard it back in his commander days from soldiers whispering about needing attention of the flesh but never truly gave it too much thought…until. The idea came to him when he noticed a particular trait of yours. You had no special awareness when it came to him. Consistently, you were leaning into him quite closely, and when you two walked around during perimeter checks, you would often bump into him or brush your hand against his. Of course, you would apologize for your clumsiness, but deep down, you knew what was happening…Your body was burning for him, his warmth, his touch, and it was seeking it out in any way possible. It didn’t click so quickly for Zevlor until he saw you sparing, and there was no inclination of any clumsiness in your movements; even with others, he never saw you bump or run into anything; your movements were precise and calculated…and that’s when he figured it out you were touching him purposely. Zevlors first thought was, why? Then his second was how can he tell you to only ask him for his touch. Finally, one day, as you two were doing your usual perimeter check, you slowly inched closer and closer to him, seeking the slight relief of his touch. Still, as you went to bump into him for only a moment, you found the ex-hellrider wrapped his arms quickly around you keeping you to his warm chest. Eyes wide, you go to apologize, but Zevlor is quick to quiet your worries, “If you need my warmth…please don’t hesitate to ask me…” After that day, you got a hug from him every chance you could…

Zevlor enjoys the sweet intimacy of your relationship. At first, he was not used to someone wanting to hold him so closely and shower him with affection, but slowly, he is getting used to it and enjoying it immensely. Though, you still find ways to surprise him…For example, when you start paying particular attention to his cheeks and horns, you can’t stop wanting to hold his face so tenderly and whisper soft praises to him. “I’ve never seen beauty like yours, Zevy…” he feels his heart melt at every whisper and every gentle touch to his skin. Then, if you happen to caress the base of his horns? Well…you have never heard such a deep pur.  

 It had been the first day in a long while that you and Zevlor spent most of the day apart. He had promised to speak to some recruits in the city, sharing his wisdom, and you had opted to stay at home. You were expecting him to come home at any minute, so you were working hard to prepare a surprise dinner for him. You missed him being home; usually, you would spend the day working in your small garden together and setting out laundry on the line together. It was lonely without him, so you planned to show him how much you missed him. As you were finishing your stew, you felt arms snaking around your waist. You gasped before his familiar voice eased you, “Be still, my dear, it’s only me…” Your body immediately relaxes as you turn to hug him back. “How was your trip?” Zevlor only hums as he buries his head into your neck. “I missed you…the road was lonely without you by my side…” you rub your hands up and down his arms as they hug you. Then you feel one of his arms part from you and hear the stove turn off; before you can ask anything else, you’re lifted and carried away toward your shared room. “Zev! What- What about Dinner?” “It can wait…I need to be close to you, just for a while…” The stew wasn’t eaten until much later… 

“So beautiful…” his breath is warm as he whispers the complement into your neck. Zevlor’s lips caress your tender skin as he moves to your ear. You cling to his broad shoulders tighten, and your legs squeeze his textured hips. “You’re taking me so well. I’m proud of you.” The moan is involuntary as you feel him push deeper, his lips catching and nipping on your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to pierce, but his tongue soothing you so softly. Moving from your ear, you almost let out a whine before he blows a teasing breath on your neck, causing you to squirm and keen at the tickleing sensation. Zevlor’s fiery eyes look down at you, and that soft smile never fails to melt your core. He leans in, lips hovering over yours, his hands softly gliding down your waist, “I love you…” The vow is then sealed with a kiss. 

Wyll

Wyll hadn’t thought of you as touched starved until you had to tell him flat-out. To his credit, you didn’t make it easy for him to figure out. When Wyll thinks of the term touched starved, he thinks of someone like him. Someone always willing to give out a hug or a friendly pat on the back; if you’re touched starved and in the proximity of Wyll, you were not touched starved for long. Hells, Wyll would risk the burns of hugging Karlach if she so requested. You, on the other hand, would never seem to be receptive to his friendly gestures, having grown up in a home with little affection and living on the brutal road for a while with a pleasant touch would always be a shock to your system. Especially from Wyll, it was like lightning shooting through your body with a new surge of energy you didn’t know what to do with, so you would tense up. After feeling you clamp up, Wyll simply thought you didn’t like to be touched, so ever the gentleman, he stopped. But that only made you begin to grave him…Finally, after days of seeing him touch and hug your other friends, you felt yourself going to pop. In a spur of the moment, you walked into his tent, staring at his confused features; timidness threatened to take you over, so with shaking limbs, you held your arms open with a shaky beg of “Please…” Wyll’s smile would grow so wide as he embraced you. “I thought you didn’t like to be touched?” “I…I like it when you do it…I crave your embrace…” Wyll will never make you ask please for a hug again…but other things, he might…    

You couldn’t explain exactly why you love it so much, but you find you’re running your hands up and down Wylls strong back every time you get the chance. Maybe it was from seeing all its glory when he returned from the river or in the early mornings when he woke up for training. There’s just something about his broad shoulders that lean down to his narrow waist that makes your hands twitch to touch him. Wyll, of course, isn’t oblivious to how you take him in; that might be why he walks around without a shirt more often. His favorite part about liking his back is when you rest your head between his shoulder blades and hold onto him tightly. It never fails to put a smile on both your faces.  

Between the two of you, you’re the one who is always slow to wake. On a typical day, you usually wake up to an empty left side of the bed, but this morning is different. You wake up to your body being held by what looks like a sleeping Wyll. Your first instinct is to worry and check him for a fever, but you find that he feels normal, and when he wakes, he greets you with a lazy smirk. “Are you okay, Wyll? You’re usually up by now?” Wyll hums softly as his eyes lazily roam over your form, “I woke up earlier but found that I couldn’t part from you…” His sweet words always make you blush, and you go to say you're sorry out of habit, but you’re silenced by him gently stroking your cheek. “Well, How about I make breakfast for us? We could eat together.” As you rise, you are quickly grabbed and trapped within his arms, his lips attacking your neck in a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. “You’re not going anywhere…I am not done with you yet…”   

It’s always so slow, his hands sliding up and down your spread legs while your sex grows more and more aroused. One part of you wants to beg him to stop teasing you, but you both know that the loving pass of his hands on your skin is what you crave. Wyll keeps his eyes on yours as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The attention he gives you makes your mind hazy and your sex quiver in a way that only he causes. A moment of weakness causes you to moan his name. He will look down at your flushed face and smile against your skin before finally sliding his tongue on the spot you need him the most. 

Rolan

Rolan is very familiar with the term being touched starved, and from being accused of it by Cal and Lia relentlessly, he was aware of the traits. Not that he thought he ever showed these. Then came you, and it was the end of him being touched starved. Rolan, at first, didn’t understand why every time you were near, your hand would absentmindedly rub in between his shoulder blades or how when you would go out to the tavern, you would sit so close to him, and it wasn’t as if you were unaware of this. No, from how you would look at his curious gaze with a smirk and a sparkle in your eyes, he knew you were messing with him. Though despite this…you two kept hanging out. If anyone would ask you if you longed for touch, you would say you only wanted Rolans and you had no shame about it; you just wished one day he would indicate the touch for once. Finally, one night, Rolan invited you to the tower to do some reading, something you could do at home, but you wouldn’t dream of passing up a moment to be around him. You two had found yourselves on the chaste, sitting very closely, exchanging blushing looks over the edges of your books, and with every passing page, you two would find yourselves inching closer and closer. Then, as your thighs are pressed together, you feel a warmth wrapping around your ankle. Looking down, you see his tail wrapped around you loosely, unsurely. Rolan had finally taken the initiative, and you were beaming. “If it bothers you, I can-” But before he could finish his sentence, you wrapped his arm around you as you curled into him more. You could hear the rapid rushing of his heart, and you could feel how it matched your own. “It doesn’t bother me; I’ve just been wondering what’s been taking you so long…” The teasing only rewards you with a tighter hold. 

You find every part of Rolan to be utterly perfect, from his beautiful horns to his freckled cheeks to his toes. But the one part of him you constantly find yourself playing with is his tail, swaying and twitching like it has a mind of its own. You love to sneak behind him and run your fingers over the ridged base. The shiver and low growl he gives out every time makes you want to tease and touch him more, your hands becoming clammy for it. Today, you’re reading and mindlessly playing with the sharp tip till, finally, he’s curling the tail around your forearm and pulling you closer for a hungry kiss. He says he is being driven mad by your relentless teasing; you can only smile back before whispering, “Then you shouldn’t keep rewarding me…” 

Rolan tries not to let his neediness get the better of him…but some days, he can’t resist your pull on him. Every time he saw you today, his hands roamed over every curve, his nose in the crook of your neck, and he muttered things you couldn’t catch. The attention was well received as you loved his every touch, but when you parted from him to wash up for the night, the look on his face was utter devastation. “I will be quick, then all night I am yours.” Rolan tsked as he let you go, sitting down in his chair where he would wait for your return. You tried your best to hurry into the bath but were not quick enough. As you wet your hair to be ready for washing, you heard the door open and were greeted by the magnificent sight of Rolan in a small cloth wrapped around his waist. He motions for you to make room. He removes his towel and joins you in the bath. You are happy but utterly confused, and Rolan is quick to defend his actions as he gathers soap into his palm, “You took too long, so now I am here to help; now turn so I can wash your hair.” Without any protest, you turn and relish in the feeling of his clawed hands, washing and lathering the soap in your hair, taking the time to scratch your scalp as he cleans you gently. Maybe you should have him wash your hair every time? If you asked, Rolan would be happy, too.  

It started as a pleasant surprise; while you two were working at Sundries, his tail kept brushing against your butt, and when you two would be out of view from prying eyes, his hand would gently caress your ass. These are simple hints of his wants; you are always eager for his touch. Now here you are, pressed against the back wall with Rolan's needy hands grabbing tight handfuls of your butt. Pants are quickly discarded, and he gives you a quick slap to the soft exposed flesh for being such a naughty distraction. You keen and arch, grinding your ass against his burning erection. A deep moan when his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to rut into you deeply. Panting breaths, intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies desperately rocking against each other. It’s the night you learned that the Great Master Rolan is an ass man.  

Gale 

You never thought of yourself as touched starved; sure, you had points when you thought of being held or holding someone, but it was never something you would say you were starving for; well, that was until Gale. It was an accident when it happened; you two had offered to go to the morning market to gather supplies for dinner. The morning market was incredibly crowded, and you two kept getting separated. Gale, always the quick thinker, came up with the best solution. As he walked in front of you like a shield, he grabbed your hand and led you through. The gesture immediately stirred something within you, and as you walked hand in hand, looking at the back of him, you found yourself tightening your grip. During the rest of your time at the market, you two held each other’s hands. It wasn’t until you two returned to camp that you realized you held hands the whole way back. After that day, you reached out for his hand more often. Gale, of course, didn’t seem to mind. He liked the extra company, but getting you to let go so he could cut vegetables was challenging. After a while, you will find yourself craving more touches from Gale. So late one night, you crawled into his tent; when you woke him, he was initially surprised, asking you what you needed. “I…I think I’m touched starved…could…you hold me for a bit?” Gale’s heart nearly burst out of his chest, but he eagerly invites you into his arms, delighted to share in cuddles and maybe a few kisses.    

It should be no surprise your favorite place to touch Gale is his hands. They are perfectly soft and fit perfectly within yours. You find that your hands are interlocked together if you’re by him. Gale finds your need to hold him in some way lovely and ultimately endearing. Gale’s favorite times when you hold his hands is when you are fast asleep curled up with him in his bedroll, your hands interlaced with his. He doesn’t dare move them because he knows you will only start seeking them again in your sleep.   

You’re used to holding Gale’s hand, but on days he’s feeling needy, you find that his hands tend to roam. Today had been one of those days; his hands had started lazily, moving up and down your arms, gently grazing you all morning so tenderly. By the afternoon, his hands had found their way to run up and down your back, moving so slowly to send shivers through your body successfully. Then, in the Evening, they moved to trace your sides as his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck. Finally, you asked if he was well, his lips smiling against your skin. “Perfectly fine…just being needy for you…does it bother you?” you feel your skin flush, and your lips curl to an excited smile. “No, I like the attention from you…” Gale is always ready to shower you with attention; you just need to ask…   

The man didn’t lie when he told you he had a practiced tongue, and tonight, you are finding that out firsthand. You felt needy when you crawled into his tent; it was late, and he was surprisingly awake. At first, it was innocent, simple hand holding a kiss or two like other nights before to satisfy your need, but tonight, you’re finding your aching for more, and Gale knows this. All you need to do is ask…Your hands grip tightly to the blankets as his tongue works against you. Gales focuses as his hands grip your thighs, and he sucks and licks more. He’s desperate to taste your release all over his tongue, and with him always being so good to you, who are you to deny him? 

Astarion

With all he had been through, the feeling of being touched had become unstimulating. Astartion had felt every kind of touch possible. Well, at least that’s what he thought, until you. The energy between you two had been electric from the first moment; you were brilliant, and his usual charms didn’t make you bend like they did others. In fact, for all his teasing, you would give back your own. It was like a game between you two, and it only made you crave each other more. Then it hit its peak…You were admittedly getting lost in his words as he spoke to you, but it was different; it was genuine, and you had never felt so close to others. So when you gently brushed back his hair as he talked, you both found yourself looking at each other in surprise. Your weakness shocked you, and Astarion was surprised by someone touching him so gently, as if he were made of glass. Going to take back your hand, it’s quickly caught by his, and gentle lips pressing to your palm sets your skin ablaze. The kiss was as soft as your touch, but Astarion can never pass up an opportunity… “Couldn’t help yourself anymore, hm?” You would accept defeat this once…

Astarion has never been a fan of cuddling…well, not until he met you. And what did you do to make him change his mind on the slow and intimate activity? Astarion loves the way your fingers brush slowly and carefully through his hair. He finds he has gradually become needy for that soft, gentle touch. On the other hand, you love the feeling of his soft locks slipping through your fingers; actually, there are many things you can adore about Astarion; you find the soft touch of brushing through his hair always seems to relax you. You could spend all night with him in your arms like this…and you do. 

You didn’t know if it was your imagination, but Astarion seemed grumpy today. You had tried to joke around with him and even participate in some teasing and flirting, but he wasn’t receptive. Thinking it best to just drop it, you left him alone for the rest of the day, going about your usual task. Then Evening rolled around; you were getting ready for bed when you heard a throat clearing outside your tent. Poking your head out, you saw Astarion looking…bashful? “Do you mind…if I slept here…with you…I’ve…been feeling off…” One part of you wanted him to explain; he had ignored you, and now he wants to sleep in your tent with you? And wait, elves don’t sleep? But something about the look in his red eyes…he seemed…lonely…Gently, you reach your hand out to grab the sleeve of his shirt and pull him in softly. The rest of the night was spent with you sleeping with your head in his lap as he read to your sleeping form. Being around you made him feel so much better; it was as he thought…he was starting to rely on you, and for once, the thought of depending on another didn’t scare him. 

Sometimes, you can not decide who is needer between the two of you. Of course, you two tease each other about it, but Astarion is always the better tease. You’re rolling your eyes in both pleasure and annoyance as he moves his tongue across your chest, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every feathery touch. You try to keep your moans in, but it’s useless; “You make such pretty sounds, darling, keep it up.” His cold hands move between caressing your chest and your skin to find your sensitive nipples. Red eyes look up at you, filled with mischief. Is he satisfied with just a taste? Or will he bite…

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[momochanners]

Saviour

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[the-drowsy-captains-art]

Look I just wanted to draw Halsin and Zevlor with little babies.

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[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

“Tell me to stop. Tell me now, please. I don’t deserve this – I don’t deserve you. None of this kindness should ever be mine. You are a perfection I should never be able to obtain. Not after everything I’ve done,” Zevlor begs, searching their eyes for any trace of doubt.

Sneak peek

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[commander-krios]

Start a new game. Immediately fall in love with the NPCs. 😂 sarcasm: how unexpected.

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[haru-sen]

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Halsin/Tav/Zevlor (Baldur's Gate), Halsin/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Zevlor/Tav, Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Halsin/Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)/Reader, Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)/Reader, Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Reader, Halsin/Zevlor (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate)/Reader, Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Dammon/Karlach (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Tav (Baldur's Gate), Zevlor (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Tilses (Baldur’s Gate), Mol (Baldur's Gate), Arabella (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Dammon (Baldur's Gate), Abdirak (Baldur's Gate), Nettie (Baldur's Gate), Raphael (Baldur's Gate), Jaheira (Baldur's Gate), Rolan (Baldur's Gate), He Who Was (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Zevlor deserves comfort, Reader Insert, Female Tav - Freeform, Switch Zevlor, Sneaky Moral Tav, Light BDSM, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Alcohol, Being a dubious influence on children, Biting, Apparently we're developing a hand kink, Chapters marked for spoilers, The group is inching towards becoming one big polycule, Meanwhile I'm just bullying sad old men, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Self indulgent and not sorry, Sneaking some fluff in with my sin, Everyone is stressed and poly and dtf instead of getting therapy, I'm the guy from ATLA screaming about my cabbages and by cabbages I mean my tieflings damnit, Sub Drop, questionable communication skills, Prehensile Tails, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Anal Sex, Everyone knows Halsin has a breeding kink, Zevlor might too, Hell no to the babies though, Threesome - F/M/M, Crying during sex and it isn't Tav, The adults try to honestly discuss their problems, This does not include Astarion yet lol, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Overstimulation, Angst, Demisexual Astarion (Baldur's Gate) Series: Part 2 of Through the Gates of Horn and Oak Summary:

The battle at Moonrise is done. Ketheric Thorm is dead. But that has not solved all your problems.

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[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 ༻

Just some random headcanons I have for my three favorites, Zevlor, Dammon, and Rolan!! I hope you enjoy these!

Fluff - NSFW

- 𝒵𝑒𝓋𝓁𝑜𝓇 -

Our soft sweet man is just such a softie in bed.

Zevlor is so afraid of hurting you while bedding you, he absolutely hesitates at first asking you if you're sure, if this is really okay, that he's not worth your time, and that he’s afraid you’ll get hurt.

You'll definitely have to be the one to initiate the relationship, and you're 100% going to need to be the one who initiates sex.

Loves when you rake your nails gently down his sides and won't stop you from playing with his tail... He gets really flustered when you go for his tail during sex. The way he moans as you rub your hand over the tip of his tail causes him to groan and moan, Zevlor tries to bite back the sound but at times it's hard to contain such noises.

This isn't a boy, this is an absolute man. Degrading nicknames are pretty much off the table for him simply because he has so much respect for you. Now you could probably convince him to say a few things here and there, but it's so out of character for him and he never thought his red skin could get much redder until you get him to call you his "whore". Zevlor will always tell you afterwards, “You know i didn’t mean that, correct? I would never look at you in such a way.”

He loves you and he wants you to know that, Zevlor never wants you to feel like an object. To him you are his person, his life partner who helped him save his people and defenseless children.

Oh gods, if you helped him keep the children safe that alone makes him view you in such a bright light. He loves kids and the thought of having his own has crossed his mind more than he'd like to admit.

Holding you in his arms is something he cherishes deeply, he worries it might be the last everytime so he always gives you one last tight, but soft, squeeze. It's almost like he's memorizing the feeling of your body against his.

Loves to pepper you with kisses while on top of you! Every time he finishes he brings his head up to look at you with a tender smile before saying, "I love you."

Whether it's after a passionate moment, or simply going to sleep this man will wrap his tail around your thigh. If Zevlor is spooning you he will drape his tail over your hip or legs. Not only does this comfort him but it also reassures him that he's not alone anymore and that he has someone to protect other than his people.

Zevlor will always sleep on the side closest to any door or cave entrance; that way he can be the first they attack, giving you time to escape. He's incredibly selfless.

This man gets incredibly worried if you come back to him with an injury of any kind! He might even scold you, “What were you thinking?!” Will tend to your wounds like a professional -he’s done this several times thanks to being a hellrider-, and once he’s done wrapping you he’ll hold your hand begging you to be more careful next time.

- 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 -

Is so awkward at first, like oh my god he is so awkward if he has a crush on you. Will hold your hand and just kinda shake it before letting it go.

Blushing and hiding his face is something that happens if you walk over to him just to admire his work.

He has a few moods in bed, soft, rough, and playful. Our incredibly handsome blacksmith has a dirty book stashed in his house so like common we all know he’s into some freaky stuff.

Will lift you in his arms before either tossing you on his bed or laying you down gently, always expect a kiss on your neck once he’s back on top of you.

If you don’t grab his horns while you two are connected he’s going to be disappointed, won’t ever say anything to you about it, but he loves when you play with them or use them as leverage while riding him.

I definitely like to think Dammon is an expert at shibari, so expect to be tied up. I think deep down he’d love to have you tied up while he works, teasing you every so often until he’s finished the sword he’s been working hard on.

Likes to graze your skin with his sharp teeth and nails, he loves the way you shiver in response.

Tail play? Absolutely a thing with our babe Dammon. He will tease your slit and clit with his tail and if you’re slick enough he’ll slowly push it inside you. He won’t ever purposely try to hurt you and if you wince the slightest he’ll withdraw his tail and apologize. Only when you’re comfortable enough will he try again.

Likes to wrap his tail around you in general. Dammon loves it when you visit him while he’s working because he knows you’ll come from behind to hug him and his tail just naturally curls around you.

He’s a tail guy, it's hard for him to control his tail at times but if he’s happy you’ll know not only because of his eyes but also his tail.

If you’re a tiefling expect his tail to be entwined with your own.

Coming back to him with an injury is something he never likes to witness. It hurts him, like it really hurts him. He isn’t some hellrider or fighter like you or zevlor, he’s just a simple blacksmith who isn’t that strong on the battlefield -we all saw that 8 HP-. So how in the hells is he supposed to keep you safe, even when he thinks he’s made the toughest armor and you still come back with a wound… Oh gods it kills him. He feels like he failed you and failed as a blacksmith.

Dammon will always want to tend to your wounds, it's the least he could do since he feels so crummy about it. Will get as gentle as he can be, he’s pretty quiet during the process and you’ll be the one asking him what's wrong. He’ll sigh and pause momentarily until he tells you what's going through his mind. A simple caress to his cheek is all it takes for him to smile at you before placing a kiss where he just patched up.

No doubt Dammon wants kids, plural. I think he’d like at least three children, the gender doesn’t even matter so long as they’re all healthy :,)

- 𝑅𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃 -

This bitch, this stubborn, high maintenance tiefling, GOD I LOVE HIM.

Let’s get one thing straight, he prefers to be on the bottom.

Rolan doesn’t mind being on top but he much rather you do the work so he can watch your hips grind down on him. Loves to admire your body, like he really likes to admire you. You’re the most stunning female he’s ever met, won’t tell you that of course, but he thinks it every single time you’re on top of him.

Doesn’t like quickies, sex is a form of art to him and he likes to take his time and be one with you. He didn’t pick you to be his because he wanted to get off quickly, he chose you because he loves you and likes to be in your presence. That’s a rare thing for him and he intends to take advantage of that.

There’s only one place he likes a good quickie and that’s when he’s at Sorcerous Sundries. It’s also when he takes the most control, pinning you against that bookshelf he was just rifling through, the books falling off the shelves, it’s chaotic but he surprisingly doesn't mind it.

Something Rolan really enjoys is when he’s reading a new book and you come to him wanting to be in his lap. He used to find it obnoxious and would tell you that he’s busy, but when you stopped your attempts it made him feel strange… He never had a family besides his siblings, what if he becomes the reason you run off… The thought of you abandoning him because of his attitude pushed him to start asking you if you’d like to sit in his lap while he studies. Rolan still found it infuriating at first, but the more he allowed it the more he started to enjoy it. Now he finds himself holding you as if you’d vanish with one arm, his hand always resting at your thigh or the small of your back with his book in the other all while smiling pleasantly.

Has zero interest in kids, like it's going to take some convincing -even then good luck-. I can only assume he had a rough upbringing and I'm also assuming he was abandoned by his biological family. This has left a sour taste in his mouth when it comes to kids. “We have a perfectly good life now, why ruin it with a whiny one?”

Coming home with an injury??? Yeah you better expect, no you already know you wont hear the end of it. He’ll mock you for wanting to be the hero again and tell you how incredibly stupid it was of you to run off defending others when you should be more worried about yourself.

As he bandages your arm it's quiet, the only noise coming from the crackling fire. You’re silent, not wanting to speak with him after he berated you. Rolan is the one to speak up, telling you that he just worries. Its rare to see him with his walls down, even after being in a relationship for so long, but he breaks the walls as he stands to look at his bandage work. “You, Cal, and Lia are all i have… Please, don’t try something like this again. For my sake.” You aren’t sure what to say, he’s never sounded so hurt, so vulnerable. It’s the perfect time to tease him, “Are you getting sentimental on me?” He’ll just glare at you telling you to shush and to go get some rest.

Enjoys watching you, Cal, and Lia getting along. While you three joke and have your arms over one another’s shoulders while cheersing, Rolan can’t stop smiling. As soon as you turn around though his smile fades and he tells all three of you, “you’re all idiots, honestly.”

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