#tailplay

[gatorbites-imagines]

may I request Scott McCall x male reader smut where Scott a bottom I have not found a fic where scott is a bottom anywhere and I love to see more support for this fandom pls

Scott McCall x male reader

Ficlet

Scott has always had a special part in my heart ever since I watched Teen Wolf years ago. You are so right about the lack of bottom Scott content, so I hope this helps scratch that itch a little bit.

Reader is a kanima-wolf combo, like Jackson, cuz I love the kanima plot. did someone say tailplay? cuz theres tailplay.

I had a lot of fun writing this ngl, hope you guys enjoy.

Scotts claws dug deep groves into the floor, a high-pitched whine leaving him as the powerful flexible muscle of your tail curled around his middle, dragging him closer to where you were crouched near the shadowed corner of the room.

The day had been spent high strung on your part, as Scott had seemed to make it his mission to tease you. From sultry looks as he bit his lip, or the way he would push his scent at you specifically to leave you agitated. He seemed to take it as a win when he caught your tongue flicking out between your lips, tasting the air as your leftover reptilian instincts demanded of you.

You had been a kanima when you were bitten, around the same time as Jackson. It stemmed from similar issues to Jackson, something deep and emotional that left you feeling like you weren’t in control of yourself. You had to live up to very high expectations set by your parents, who were very strict about everything you did, also making it impossible for you to accept your sexuality at the time.

But with the help of the pack, you came to accept yourself, and like Jackson, you turned into something more of a hybrid, a mixture of a kanima and a werewolf. Unlike Jackson, you always fell more back onto your reptilian urges than the wolf urges, which was why you were now hissing softly as your slitted eyes bore into the naked back of your lover as you dragged him towards you.

With a flick of your tongue, you could taste the strong arousal in the bedroom, Scott’s bedroom, the faint scent of precum reaching your heightened senses. With a rumbled hiss, you wrench down the pajama pants Scott had been wearing, striking your lightly scaled hand across his naked ass. “You’re so dirty Scott, you were waiting for me, huh?” you hiss, squinting up at him as he looks at you over his shoulder, a slight squint to his eyes that told you that your guess had been correct.

Your tail released his middle as he laid out flat across the floor, lifting his hips just enough for you to pull his pants all the way down and off without tearing them. A whimper left him as your claws ran across his thick thighs, groping the muscle underneath with an appreciative hiss. “So needy” you mumble, digging your thumbs into the dimples of his back, making him keen breathlessly.

Your pupils shrank into slits as you watched how his muscles tensed, his back arching so beautifully as Scott shuffled his knees apart, trying to fit your torso between them as you scraped your sharp teeth across his lower back. The threat of your venom had only ever served to arouse him further, the possibility of being completely paralyzed sending a bolt of thrill and lust through your lover’s entire body.

It was something you had only experimented with once or twice, when you both had felt a little more in control of your more beastly half. But as of now, your tail lashed out, knocking something random off a shelf in the background. Scotts softly glowing eyes met yours as he looked back at you again, audibly gulping and whining softly, almost beckoning you to touch him more.

Spreading his cheeks apart, your tongue started to roll out of your mouth, ready to slither inside him to spread him open the way you knew he loved the most, until you saw the familiar shiny sheen across his pucker. “Did you prep yourself Scott?” you asked with a slight lisp, your longer than humanly possible tongue still hanging out of your mouth.

Instead of answering, Scott simply blushed and buried his head into his folded arms, his knees shuffling to allow him to lift his hips farther, giving you all the answer you needed. Instead of teasing him further, you crawled up his body, letting your torso drag across his back until your chest was pressed against his back, chin hooked on his shoulder.

Your tail coiled around one of his thighs, far up enough that part of your warm scales brushed around his pouch, making him twitch and moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of smooth scales against his skin. “You’ve always been such a freak Scott, never imagined you’d be so turned on by scales” you snicker, tone teasing but also thick with want, half hissed as your tongue felt too long for your mouth.

“Maybe I should just fuck you with my tail instead, what do you say?” you murmur into his ear, the tip of your tail just barely pressing against his slick pucker, making Scotts hips flex as his jaw drops in a soundless moan. You knew it was a fantasy of his, you bet hed even let him fuck him when you were still just a kanima, ruled by a master and mind not your own.

You had seen his search history, you knew the kind of stuff he was into, and if that just so happened to always involve a lot of stuff that was similar to your anatomy? Who would have to know but you, Scott, and God.

The tip of your tail just barely pressed inside, your tongue reptilian tongue pressing against his pulse point as Scott moaned, head falling to the side to give you as much access to his throat as possible. It was an extremely submissive pose for a true alpha like Scott, but it always served to make you feel a deep feral rush, to somehow get someone like Scott under you and writhing.

But before your tail could breach the loosened ring of his hole, you pulled it back, doing your best to ignore the whined out “no, no, please” from Scott. Instead, you reached down and undid your belt, quickly releasing your hard length and letting it rest between the globes of his ass, rolling your hips against his to let him feel it.

“Next time, my cute little alpha” you tease, your sharp teeth scraping hard enough against his shoulder to make blood bead up at the bites, but they quickly healed over, only giving you a slight taste. “Please, please, please” Scott whimpered, sounding almost near tears. Its seems you hadn’t been the only one worked up all day, as Scott almost outright panted for your touch, your cock, your tail, anything.

You swore you could see him drooling as you finally press inside him, his hips shoving back against yours hard enough, that if you weren’t holding him still, he would have impaled himself onto your dick almost immediately. A slight warning hiss-growl left you, as if warning him to stay still. A rumble left him in response, his inner alpha seemingly feeling disrespected by your display, even as Scott arched and moaned for more.

Scott was only given a moment to adjust, just how he liked it, before you started moving your hips. A clawed slightly scaled hand was placed between his shoulder blades, shoving his face harder against the floor as your hips struck against his own, his noises rising in volume and neediness.

Scotts claws ached as they dug into the floor, his fangs flashing as his jaw dropped, open mouthed gasps and moans leaving him as the noises were punched out of him, tongue almost hanging out as drool ran down his chin.

As you struck his prostate, he almost wailed, but before that noise could leave him, the tip of your tail was shoved between his teeth, pressing down against his tongue, and tickling the back of Scotts throat, only making his eyes roll back as he groaned.

Your noises were akin to chuffing as your hips slammed against his, claws digging into Scotts back and hip hard enough to draw blood as venom filled drool dripping from your mouth and down into the divot of his spine. Scott gagged as your tail shoved deeper into his mouth, part of it pushing down his throat as he moaned and sucked on it like it was your cock, spit and drool running down his chin and creating a puddle under him.

There was no way for him to beg with words for you to go faster, but Scott was able to wrench one of his hands from the floor, reaching back to hold onto your hip, urging you to go faster, deeper, harder. So, with a deep hissed growl, you did, striking his sensitive prostate with the precision of an expert, making him keen around the scaley meat of your tail.

You weren’t even sure when Scott came, his cock squirting across the floor in thick white spurts, his eyes rolling back as the euphoria crashed through his body and making him tighten around you. But you were too consumed by your own pleasure, hisses and growls leaving you as you kept pounding into him, taking great pleasure in the wet slick noise of your hips meeting his ass, and how it left him moaning and crying out for more.

When you finally reached your end, you crushed your hips against his, your sharp teeth digging into his shoulder as you came, cumming deep inside him in the way you knew he loved as it made him feel so full of you. Your tail withdrew from his mouth with a wet sputter, strings of drool hanging from the deep green scaled to his pink wet mouth, a noise so high pitched you barely heard it as he came a second time.

Purring filled the room as you held Scott, grinding lazily into him as you milked your mutual orgasms as much as possible, before Scott finally slumped, completely limp and panting. You would think you had injected him with your venom with how limp he went, but in reality, it was just the post orgasm bliss.

With a soft kiss pressed against the already healing bite, you carefully pull you and get Scott to his feet, shuffling him into the bathroom to get him cleaned up, maybe even give him a nice warm shower so you two can be washed up. After getting him dressed in a new part of pajama pants, you tuck him into bed, expertly cleaning up the mess of blood, drool, and other bodily fluids left on the floor. You’ll have to find a way to fix the groves you guys left in the floor, but that was for later.

When all was said and done, you could finally allow yourself to crawl into bed with Scott, the scales on your skin receding for the most part, claws and sharp teeth disappearing to where they came from, and your eyes returning to your usual ones. The only thing that stayed was your tail, which curled around Scott in a loving embrace as you pulled him close to your chest.

Scott let out a soft huff, snuffling closer to your neck before he went limp once more, almost laying completely on top of you, basking in your presence and scent as he felt safe enough to be completely vulnerable, sleep quickly rushing up on him. You didn’t feel tired, so like usual, you laid back and held Scott as he snored softly, one hand rubbing up and down his back as you scrolled your phone with the other. His body heat always left you feeling sluggish afterwards, some kind of reptile reaction, but it made you feel safer to watch over him as he slept, so that it what you did, until Scott was ready to wake up again.

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[cosmicstarbrownie]

loved looking at the recent works on ao3 this fine october afternoon

#I saw one tagged tailplay help me #ao3 #fanfiction #kinktober

[underdark-dreams]

It's finally here, all 7k words of it 👀 Thank you for everyone who read chapter 1, and waited so patiently!

[ch1]

Birds and Bees - Ch.2

Rolan isn't usually the type to accept help. In his defense, Tav is very persuasive—and he is very, very desperate.

Tags: Tailplay, Oral Sex, Biting, NSFW | Word Count: 7.7k [Read on AO3]

Rolan didn’t appear again for the rest of the day.

After their awkward exchange this morning, Tav felt she might be somewhat to blame. She tried to recall the bits of Tiefling etiquette she’d picked up from the Elturians; perhaps touching his tail had crossed some sort of line? Either way, the gesture seemed unthinkably forward to her now. 

Then again…Rolan was the one who’d coiled his tail across her desk like that, its tip nearly brushing her hand as she wrote. She’d never seen him do anything like it before. If she didn't know him so well, she’d have found the move almost flirtatious.

At shop’s close, Cal took charge of locking up the front. Tav caught sight of the large iron keyring he carried and realized that it must be Rolan’s. So his brother had checked in on him today, at least—that gave her a modicum of relief.

Lia pitched in to help wipe down all her equipment and carefully fill the many waiting bottles with her cooled elixir. Tav held her tongue from repeating any of the worries she’d made after Rolan during the day—but it seemed her silence was just as damning.

“Stop fussing,” Lia repeated firmly. “Rolan’s just overdue for a rest. I mean, you saw his face.”

“I did.” Rolan had never been the type to slow down or show weakness easily. To Tav, the fact that he’d willingly taken himself to bed worried her more than anything. “Just promise you won't let him turn down a healer if he needs one?”

“If it comes to that, which it won't,” Lia said down to her work. “I promise we’ll find someone, okay?”

Tav kept her tone teasing as she packed away the sealed bottles in their crate. “Hmm, yes…if only you already knew someone with some knowledge of healing.”

Lia let out a bark of laughter. “Trust me, you’re the last person Rolan wants to see right now.”

The sting of those words took Tav by surprise herself. Lia caught their edge too; she pulled up with a grimace, letting a few drops of antidote dribble onto the desk. “Shit, Tav, I didn't mean it like that.”

“It’s okay,” Tav replied, making a fuss of sealing up the filled crate. The thought made her feel rather less than okay, which she didn't want Lia to see. “I think—I don’t know. I feel like I did something rude today, anyway.”

“Oh?” Lia’s tone was light, but she allowed a conspicuous pause to stretch between them. Tav pushed through a twinge of embarrassment to turn to face her.

“Lia, what would you think if I touched your tail?”

Lia glanced up with an eyebrow cocked. “What, right now?”

“No, just—say I did by accident.”

Lia straightened to take a thoughtful inhale. “I mean…it depends on the context. You and I are friends, I wouldn’t think much of it. Unless you grabbed it up by my backside or something,” she added with a laugh. “It wouldn’t be a big deal. If I’m walking somewhere crowded, lots of people might brush against it unless I’m careful.”

Tav had moved around to reset the rest of her clean glassware as she listened, feeling marginally relieved by the explanation.

Then Lia paused her work again. “Are you saying you touched Rolan’s tail?

“You what now?”

With impeccable timing, Cal skidded to a stop at the edge of the conversation, a heavy lockbox under one arm.

Tav glanced between the two of them. “Yes?” The word came out as a question somehow; her mouth went dry as they stared at her. “Like you said, I didn't think it was a big deal. He laid it on my desk while I was working, so I just kind of—” She mimed a little picking-up motion with her hand.

The siblings exchanged a significant look with each other. 

“What?” Tav felt her face burning and knew the color must be noticeable to either of them. “How does it being Rolan’s tail make it different?”

Cal turned back to her with a frown. “What do you mean he laid it on your desk?”

“I don't know, damn—clearly I’m no expert!” She flailed her arms out a bit. “I just turned around and it was sitting there by my hand, all right?”

Another shared glance.

“That explains it,” Cal decided. It earned him a swift pinch on the arm from his sister. “Ow, hey—”

Tav looked between them again, trying to translate. “Explains what? Seriously, if I offended Rolan somehow, I want to kn—”

“You didn’t,” Lia cut in firmly. “This one here's just an idiot. It’s harder to control your tail when you're sick or tired, and Rolan’s been both, that’s all. I'm sure it was a mistake. And he shouldn't have minded you moving it,” she finished with a decisive nod.

With that, Lia snatched up the filled crate from her with one arm and grabbed her brother’s sleeve with the other. Cal stumbled slightly as she pulled him along, but he wisely held his tongue as they headed for the back stockroom. The hinges creaked shut behind them both.

Tav was left standing alone in the cavernous interior of Sorcerous Sundries, beside the desks that she and Rolan used to comfortably share—not sure if she should feel better or worse.

—

The next morning, Rolan was once again nowhere to be found.

He hadn’t even conjured his projection the way he usually did when occupied with research in the Tower. It was a shame; the shop was unusually busy by midday, and Cal and Lia worked without pause. When she could, Tav left her alchemy just to lend a hand with customers or make runs to the supply room.

She found herself worried to the point of irritation. Was Rolan really so stubborn that he wouldn’t take a potion? Or accept healing from someone he’d claimed was a trusted friend and colleague? She tried and failed not to be hurt by it.

Then again, Rolan had always been the type to shoulder his way through awful things alone while firmly turning down help—particularly from her. His apprenticeship, most recently. The memory made her radiantly angry on his behalf even now.

“Shit—” 

Tav jerked away from the flask and sucked on her freshly scalded thumb. She must have the ratios off again; this recipe wasn’t new to her, but the nuances had escaped her all morning. These sublimates shouldn’t get nearly so hot when mixed.

Might as well admit defeat and review the recipe before she wasted yet another bunch of black oleander. Surely there was a reference text somewhere in Rolan’s library?

Tav glanced around to the front of the shop. Cal was recording a sale at the front desk; Lia was chatting with a very large half-orc over near the conjurement runes. Things seemed well enough in hand. Tav damped the flame at her station and quietly took the stairs for the portal.

For lack of a better word: the library of Ramazith’s Tower was absolutely magical. 

Tav stood breathing in the quiet afternoon sunlight, taking an appreciative look up around her. The collection must be the best one this side of Candlekeep, with all sorts of books on spellcraft, Weave theory, alchemy, religion, the history of Toril—just to scratch the surface. She could think of no hands more deserving than the ones its ownership had fallen into.

Just as Lia mentioned the other day, Rolan had clearly been hard at work reorganizing the place. She ran her fingertips over the books’ spines as she walked around the perimeter of the main floor.

She imagined Rolan with his robe sleeves pushed to his elbows, enthusiastically at work in his book stacks, and bit back a grin. There was something so endearing about his passion for taming disorder. As she walked, she found her gaze drifting to the delicate staircase at the far end of the main floor. It spiraled upward invitingly. 

She’d never been to the upper floors of Ramazith’s Tower—nothing past the library. Certainly she hadn’t stepped foot in any of the private quarters of Rolan or his siblings. She wouldn’t even know which door led to whose.

But her mind wandered readily at the thought of Rolan’s bedroom. What it might look like…smell like. 

No doubt it was packed with shelves of books and scrolls, filled with the scent of fresh parchment and leather-bound volumes. That warm, bookish smell that seemed to be woven into his robes. The fresh hint of cedar from the way he kept his clothes meticulously cleaned and stored. And that other faint spice that she could never identify, but always picked up when he stood close to her.

The same scent that had filled her lungs with dizzy pleasure when he’d hovered close to her yesterday, chin brushing her shoulder and arm circled possessively around her waist— 

She bit her lip as heat pooled between her legs at the memory. She couldn't help it—how very fucking nice it had been to feel Rolan’s elegant hands on her, casually and effortlessly touching, as if he was accustomed to touching her much more often and much more intimately.

It would do no good to dwell on that moment. If anything, the uncharacteristic gesture was just proof of how out-of-sorts Rolan must be feeling. He was her friend, and by all accounts, he’d been too sick to leave his room for days. 

With a sudden burst of determination and a disregard for the consequences, she strode for the stairs.

Taking the curving ascent so rapidly left her dizzy. Tav planted her boots on the landing for a moment, holding onto the railing while she took in her surroundings.

This upper hall was also quietly sunlit, filled with fine carpeting and oak paneled walls; but the atmosphere was somehow less grand than the cavernous library below. More intimate. 

Two doors stood on both ends of the hall. Hazarding a guess, she stepped to the closest one on her left. Its heavy oak panels swung forward with the slightest touch.

Not a bedroom at all, but a bath—and a tremendously fine one at that. All the fixtures seemed to be wrought from polished gold. Underneath a towering stained glass window stood the deepest, widest clawfoot tub she’d ever seen.

As she gazed around, Tav caught sight of her reflection in a large glass above the sinks. Her hair was all frizzy flyaways from a day over her potion work. Indulging a bit of vanity, she paused to tame it with her fingers.

One of Rolan’s many endearing habits was his dedication to fastidiousness. Never a hair out of place, horns polished and shining, robes immaculately pressed—knowing him, with a bit of the Weave.

She must look like some sort of wild hedge witch by comparison. Tav had never minded life in the wilds as a wayward adventurer, even after the Elder Brain was felled to the Chionthar. It was part of what drew her to the career of a traveling alchemist. 

But there were moments…most of them in this Tower, with Rolan and his siblings. Sharing a meandering dinner at a real table with actual chairs. Sitting with Rolan out on the starlit balcony, discussing blood alchemy over a glass of wine as they watched the harbor.  

Tav forced her hands still and stared back at her reflection. 

“What do you want?” She muttered to herself. The Tav in the mirror had no answer. But in her mind, one softly bloomed.

Over the past months, her feelings had tumbled forward faster than she could keep up with them. Seeing Rolan, talking with him about anything and everything, working beside him in quiet moments—she found those were the moments she looked forward to most.

His offer to turn one of the Tower’s empty vaults into a greenhouse for her. Essentially giving her a permanent place in his home, if she wanted it. Was it stupid to hope that he wanted more, too?

As she stood frozen silent in the confines of her lavish surroundings, a muffled sound came from her right.

She hadn't noticed the second door past the bathtub; presumably connecting to one of the bedrooms. She realized it most likely led to Rolan’s.

She stepped toward the heavy oak paneling and raised a hand to knock. As she did, more muffled noises came from within. Tav hesitated, questioning whether she should—then leaned in to press one ear to the wood.

There were the sounds of labored breathing, as if from pain or exertion. She strained her ear harder. There was something almost…rhythmic in it.

And then—she could swear—she heard Rolan's voice groan her name aloud.

A shock of heat ran through her chest, prickling up her neck and diving between the cleft of her legs. The rapid, hot ache at her core made her gasp out in surprise, then clap a hand to her mouth lest he heard. She felt her cheeks burning with realization.

Whatever she had expected to find by wandering up here…this had never been on the list. All she saw in her mind’s eye was Rolan, sweating and panting and desperate. And that thought filled her with overwhelming want in response.

Tav pushed herself back from the door with a jolt. She turned and ran, not knowing or caring whether the ring of her footsteps on tile carried past the door. Her pulse pounded against her ears as she rushed out of the room and back for the staircase. 

Even before Tav’s foot hit the third stair, she knew she was headed for the Elfsong. And a very stiff fucking drink.

—

Day passed to night and back to day again in a feverish jumble. Like a vessel adrift in a vast ocean, Rolan was passed along wave after wave of searing impulse.

Had his ruts always been this overwhelming, and he’d just forgotten? Or was there something different about the drives this time around? 

Even the little dignities were stripped away, one by one. He began by conjuring mage hands at first, but his concentration faltered too many times at the cusp. He finally just settled for his own grip. Desperate sounds rose in his chest each time he neared his next finish, the likes of which he’d never utter voluntarily.

And he quickly gave up on clothes altogether. He lay naked and spread-eagle on his sheets and tried to sleep when he could, before his demanding cock inevitably twitched back to life again. The fever turned his dreams shockingly lewd whenever he did manage to drift off.

By sunset, another strong wave of need was pulsing through his core, demanding his attention. Rolan lay back against his pillows and groaned open-mouthed as he stroked himself.

Even slick with oil, the friction between his hand and the raw, overstimulated ridges of his cock bordered on painful. His finish danced out of reach to the back of his mind.

With an impatient growl, he flipped over to his knees and snatched up a feather pillow, folding it into a sleeve for his cock. A crude solution—but with his first few thrusts, the cool softness of the silk caused a moan of relief to rise in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut as he fucked his own pillow in a desperate chase for relief.

And behind his eyelids, there she was again.

Tav appeared there so easily now. He’d tried to fight it at first—ashamed to be using her like this, without her knowledge or consent—but he found that nothing satisfied his urges so well as when he pictured her on his cock.

So he closed his eyes and imagined Tav…pliant, eager, hungry. Legs spread and center dripping with desire for him. The shameful depth of his need faded away as he fantasized her own. How her eyes might shine as she panted and gasped under him, calling him by name and begging him to fuck her and fill her and mark her as his—

What would she sound like as he took her? He conjured the timbre of her voice, always warm and musical, now canting to a whine as the ridges at his base slammed against her with each thrust.

Pressure coiled rapid and hot at his loins. Rolan slid off the mattress with legs braced, the pillow cast aside, and tugged frantically at his stiff length again. His tail arched and flicked behind him.

Through clenched eyelids he saw Tav laid at the foot of his bed, hair splayed in a messy crown against his sheets as she cried out his name. Her legs crossed behind his flanks to hold him deep inside her tight wet heat—

‘Rolan—’ She moaned louder, her heels digging into his lower back as he took her. Tav gripped two handfuls of the bedding underneath as he thrust relentlessly, chasing more of her heat around his cock, more of the delicious scent at her throat and between her legs—

“Rolan!”

“Fuck—” With a strangled gasp, Rolan’s hips stuttered one last time as his come spilled in ropes to the floor. Panting and shaking, he caught hold of the bed post with one hand as he frantically worked out the rest of his finish with the other. His head spun with the force of it.

But as he opened his eyes and his vision cleared, so did that cottony feeling in his ears. Someone was rapping insistently on the door to his room.

“Rolan, we need to talk—” Even muffled by the heavy wood, Tav’s voice was unmistakable.

“Fuck,” Rolan hissed again, this time with enough wits about him to panic. How much of that last performance could she hear through the door? He snatched up the nearest towel to wipe himself, then tripped away toward the pile of clothes on the floor that had lain untouched since yesterday.

“Go away,” he called tersely, nevertheless yanking the trousers up over his hips. Thank hells that last round had left him soft enough he could do up the laces for now.

On the other side of the door, she was undeterred. “I’m not leaving till I’ve seen you.”

Rolan cursed as one of his horns snagged the ties at the neck of his shirt. Once the fabric dropped over his torso, he whirled around to take in the state of his room. 

Bedsheets pulled sideways from the mattress; pillows strewn across the floorboards; air thick with the smell of him. Absolute filthy shambles.

Using a rush of energy he couldn't afford, he cast a mass prestidigitation spell on the space. The improvement in the air was immediate. But the resulting light-headedness caused him to stumble forward; he caught himself with a hand braced on the door frame.

“I'm not joking,” Tav called loudly, unaware he was now much closer.

He could have yelled at her to wait outside for another week, then, if he wasn't so sure she was stubborn enough to actually do so. After all, this was the person who’d defeated an Elder Brain and taken on several gods in the process.

That…and he found he badly wanted to see Tav in the flesh. Hearing her voice from just beyond his bedroom door only increased that desire. Rolan’s tail lashed behind him in helpless frustration.

“What do you want?” He asked instead, lowering his voice. No use broadcasting any more of this conversation to the whole Tower.

There was a pause on the other side of the oak paneling. “I’ve barely seen you since I got here,” Tav’s voice replied, matching his volume.

“And?” 

“And I'm worried about you…obviously,” she added. “Cal and Lia said you’re sick. But I’d feel better if we could talk face to face.” Even through the barrier between them, he could hear a strain in her voice. She wasn't lying. 

Rolan rested his horns against his braced forearm with a sigh. “Tav, I swear I'm perfectly fine.”

“Then just open the door a moment. Please, Rolan?”

It was far too pleasant to hear her say his name outside of his own imaginings. Rolan glanced down at himself. Barefoot, shirt untucked, but technically presentable. And not pitching a tent for once in the past twenty-four hours. 

“If I do, will you leave?” 

There was another pause. “If you want me to,” came the reply. He unbolted the latch and drew it open to shoulder width.

The wave of Tav’s scent hit him almost before he registered her face in front of him. The sweetness of it overwhelmed his other senses for a moment. It tested all Rolan’s limited reserves of sanity not to grab her by the waist and pull her body against him.

Unaware of the silent struggle raging in his chest, Tav stood with face tilted up toward his. Her eyes had traveled over his figure immediately, checking him over with a worried little crease between her brows. Something at the side of his head caught her eye; Rolan realized his hair hung loose and rather sweaty, exposing the slender tips of his ears.

Her demeanor changed at the sight. Tav sighed, leaning her head against the flat of the door.

“You’re even handsome with a fever,” she told him softly.

Rolan blinked at her. Perhaps exhaustion and hormones were driving him to hallucinations. “What are you—”

Faster than he could react, her palms landed on either side of his face, and Tav pulled his mouth down to hers.

A burst of colors exploded behind his eyes; the sensation of her lips moving on his kindled the dormant heat in his body to wild blaze. She notched her hands upward as she kissed him, and her fingers slid up along the sensitive tapers of both his ears.

Rolan let out a hungry, animal sound against her mouth. Both hands landed on her back and crushed the line of her body forward into his, leaving no space between them. He could feel the soft hills of her breasts pressing against his chest through clothing. The warm scent rolling off her skin and hair surrounded him with dizzying force.

The higher part of his mind was screaming at him. Rolan desperately tried to focus on what it was saying; as he did, he caught the tang of wine on her lips. The discovery gave him just enough will to pull back from her.

And he did, with one jerking step back into his chambers. “You can’t be here.”

Tav stood panting through parted lips, eyes half-lidded as they traveled over him. Rolan felt flames lick his skin everywhere they moved.

“Why not?” She breathed. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re drunk,” he told her. He rather felt that way himself, still reeling from the electricity of kissing her.

Tav pouted at that, and Rolan wished to bite that lower lip firmly between his teeth. “I’m not drunk,” she corrected. “I’ve had a drink. There’s a difference.”

“You wouldn’t be here if—”

“If what?” Tav watched him as she took a step closer. Rolan stepped back in tandem, reflexive. She was well over the threshold now. “If I knew what was really happening to you?”

Those words sounded much more knowing than he liked. Rolan stared at her, trying to read into her face. He swallowed against the dry lump of his tongue and went out on a limb. “Which one of them told you?”

Tav shook her head. “Cal and Lia have been nothing but discreet.” 

“Then how could you possibly understand?” He demanded. The very recent discovery of how soft Tav’s lips were was making it very difficult to maintain this conversation. He could still feel the way her body had pressed into him.

One corner of her mouth twitched. “Rolan, I’d like to think I’m not completely oblivious. There have been…signs. And I’ve had a lot of time to think about them. I’ve been at the Elfsong all afternoon, just—thinking.”

At that, Rolan felt his tail twitching nervously behind him. “I see,” he replied. Pivoting, like an idiot, trying to pretend this was a perfectly acceptable conversation to have with the woman who occupied most of his thoughts when he was pleasuring himself. “And you think that I—that my—”

Tav made a quick twisting motion to get around the door. She latched it and drew the bolt closed behind them, then turned back to him.

“A lot of humans have heard rumors about Tieflings,” she confessed. “Some stupid, but some credible. I’m saying this is maybe not the secret that you think it is.” As he watched, a much deeper blush spread over Tav’s cheeks. She glanced away to the side. 

“Rolan…I grew up in the Dales, remember? Around rabbits, and cattle, and oxen. Half my friends lived on farms.”

Her analogy couldn’t be clearer. To hear her lay it out so plainly—Rolan felt the last dregs of his pride shrivel up and die. He gripped two palms over his eyes and let out a groan of abject humiliation, turning away to the middle of the room. 

How early had she connected the dots? The moment she felt him brazenly place a hand around her? Had she known all along that he was locked up here, rutting into every one of his pillows?

“Look, Rolan, I’m sorry—I didn’t know how else to say it—” 

Completely overwhelmed by his embarrassment, he hadn’t heard her follow. When Rolan finally dropped his hands from his face, he turned to find Tav standing very close to his chest.

“And I’m sorry for kissing you before,” she blurted out. “I mean, I’m not sorry for it…I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, to be honest. But it wasn’t fair. I just…wanted to know how you’d react.”

Rolan watched as her chest rose and fell heavily where she stood. The look in her eyes made his blood pound through his veins. He felt an urge to reach out and smooth back her hair to bring her in for another kiss, one he resisted.

“I care about you,” Rolan told her, before he could lose his nerve. “Our friendship. I respect you, Tav, it’s not worth—muddying things with this.” 

He felt fingers lacing through the ones that hung at his side, and despite his words Rolan tightened his grip automatically. Her hand was so pleasantly cool against the heat of his skin.

“Why do you think I’m here?” Tav answered earnestly. “I care about you, too. If I can help, I want to. Please—”

She was so close to him; Rolan breathed shallowly, but the warm scent rolling off her skin and hair nevertheless swept past him with dizzying force.

“You don’t know what you’re offering,” he managed hoarsely.

She didn’t falter. “Then tell me what else you think I should know.”

His senses were growing clouded with her; the offer that had tumbled so easily from her rang in his ears. It made the thread of Rolan’s control stretch dangerously taut.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warned. 

His inadvertent shift in tone changed something in the air between them. There was a crackling energy that hadn't been there a second before.

Tav licked her lips as she watched him. “Good.”

Rolan thought he might melt from the heat that spread across his skin. His tail snapped against the mattress behind him. If she moved a step closer, she’d feel how hard he was in his pants.

“Mating bites,” he went on hoarsely. “I’ll mark you. Quite a lot. I’ll try not to draw blood, but…I can’t promise it.”

Tav nodded. “What else?” She asked, encouraging him to go on. 

Rolan swallowed against the embarrassment. But this was important for her to know. “This time for us, it’s all about…reproduction. We become quite virile.” He nearly choked, but there was simply no other way to put it. “For the urges to pass quicker, I need to come in you.”

Tav let out a throaty hum of approval. His cock twitched in his pants at the sound. “That’s fine, I take preventatives—it’s safe.”

They stood looking at each other for another moment. That shivery, electric feeling buzzed in the air around them. Rolan wondered if she could hear the way his heart drummed against his ribs.

Tav leaned in slightly. “Well…” She said, and her wet tongue passed nervously between her lips again.

That taut thread in his chest snapped in two. Rolan crushed her up against him with a whimper. Arms circling around her waist, he nudged a thigh between her legs and firmly ground their hips together.

Tav matched his eagerness. Their lips crashed together; at the back of his mind, he felt her grip cradling under each of his ears. Her fingertips licked like flame against his scalp.

Even through layers of clothing, he could feel the heat of her. Rolan jerked her hips forward harder against his thigh; the swelling length of his cock pressed against her soft, yielding center. Tav dipped her head back from the kiss, arching into him with a moan, and her fingertips laced at the nape of his neck. 

It offered an irresistible angle at the column of her throat. Rolan’s claws raked back in her hair, pulling it to a tight ponytail. Then he tugged firmly, holding her open as his mouth descended on her neck.

He kissed and sucked along the band of muscle from her ear to the curve of her shoulder, then parted his lips to bite down firmly on her soft flesh. 

“Yes,” Tav moaned in approval above him. Her hips rolled into his, grinding herself against the hard cock straining in his pants. Rolan felt her pulse skip against his mouth. Only when he tasted sweet copper did he pull away, laving his tongue over the crimson pin-pricks of his teeth into her skin.

He took only a moment to admire the trail of marks blooming along her neck. Tav was already pulling him in for another kiss. Their lips crashed together with bruising force; her tongue explored, tasting, searching for proof of her blood against his tongue and moaning against him when she found it.

Her scent filled his mind. Without breaking from her mouth, he plucked open the laces of her pants. Rolan slipped his hand under the waistband, beneath her smalls, and slid two fingers to dip down between her legs. Her folds were shining-slick; as he nudged her in circles, a trickle of her arousal rolled down his fingers. She shivered prettily under his touch.

“You’re soaked,” Rolan groaned against her neck. 

“All because of you,” she breathed without hesitation. “Been wanting this, gods, wanting you for months. Your hands on me—cock in me—”

At the words he withdrew his fingers from her impatiently, then sucked them clean. Her sweet taste on his tongue made his cock ache. She scarcely had time to curse at the sight before Rolan gripped both arms around her waist to lift her into him.

With one quick pivot, he landed her down on the bed with his frame pressed into her. Her legs hung off the edge from the hip down, and he used the position to grind the stiff length in his pants against her cleft.

Even fully clothed, it was maddening. He could feel the wet patch between her legs, and when she arched further into him, a primal growl rumbled in his chest. 

Tav’s fingers were brushing at his sides, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Off,” she panted impatiently.

Rolan tilted back to rip the garment up over his horns, immediately reaching for her own once his was free. He stripped her frantically, ripping her smallclothes in two before he could work them down her thighs.

When she lay bare beneath him, moaning and arching into everywhere he touched, he was overcome with hunger for more of her taste. 

Rolan gripped her hips, dragging her with a jerk to the edge of the bed. With her glistening folds displayed before him, all he could do was drop to his knees and bury his tongue between them.

The sounds she made were like sweet music as he explored her. He sucked and massaged her slit with his tongue, then plunged it as deep within her walls as he could. His eyes rolled back in his head. Her taste surrounded him; his nose brushed her clit as he ate her, further overwhelming his senses with the scent of her arousal.

“Gods, yes, Rolan—” Tav moaned above him as her hands flew to grip each of his horns. She alternately tugged them and arched into his mouth, grinding her clit against his face.

He wanted to hear her say his name like that another thousand times. Rolan curled his tongue against her walls, determined to taste her even deeper, but to no avail. Without his sharp nails, he would have sunk two fingers into her.

Instead, as his mouth left her, the ridged end of his tail looped around to brush over her slit.

“Ah—” Tav gasped from the bed. One of her hands left him to prop up on an elbow to look. 

He watched her face in adoration as his tail slid between her soaked lips, coating itself in a mixture of her arousal and his saliva. Once it was thoroughly wet, he let the heart-shaped tip push experimentally into her.

Whatever hesitation he had evaporated at the way she arched and keened. He pushed in further, inch by inch, hissing in breath at how tight and wet her walls squeezed around him. Rolan felt his cock leaking between his legs at the sight of his tail disappearing into her plush cunt.

“Taking my tail so well,” Rolan praised without thinking, then groaned. “Fuck, Tav, you’re so tight—”

“Don’t stop,” she demanded, breathless.

When he felt the tip brush the limits of her insides, he held it steady as she panted down at him. Her mouth hung open in anticipation as she watched him lean in again for her center.

But instead of landing on her clit, his mouth met with the soft skin of her inner thigh and sucked it firmly between his teeth.

Tav gave a little yelp of pain, but her walls constricted around his tail so hard he moaned against her flesh. He left two more lovely red marks against her thigh before withdrawing his tail from her, leaving only the tip inside her silk.

Then he thrust back into her and took up a forceful rhythm of stretching her open on his tail.

“Fucking gods,” she gasped, gripping both his horns again. He felt her use them as leverage as she bounced her hips down to meet him. 

“Like this, don’t you?” Rolan urged her on, drunk off her desire. “Fucking yourself on my tail—” He leaned down to take another taste of her clit, swirling and sucking as the ridges on his tail dragged more wetness out of her with each thrust.

“Yes,” Tav moaned, shaking under him as his tongue worked over her clit. “Feels so perfect in me, so—ngh—!”

When he flicked the tip of it up inside her, Tav’s words stuttered to incoherence. He felt her inner walls clench and flutter, and repeated the motion over and over with each thrust.

“I’m—oh, oh ohohoh—”

She dissolved into soft cries. The muscles at her core tensed and shuddered as she climaxed against his tongue. Rolan withdrew his tail from her with a slick release, instead clasping his mouth over her to lap down the sweet taste that poured from her. His pants were so wet he was nearly convinced he’d already come, but he felt his cock straining against the fabric just as firmly.

When her thighs collapsed limp to either side, Rolan pushed himself to his feet for a look at her. Tav’s eyes were bright, cheeks flushed with arousal, her hair coiled out in wild tendrils that framed her like a crown. Their eyes met; with both hands on his arms, she pulled him down for a kiss.

Rolan landed braced on his forearms. Their tongues slid and pushed together, trading the taste of her release. When he felt her reaching between them to undo his laces, he pulled away to loose them and strip off the rest of his clothes. 

Tav reached for his erection, and before he’d steadied himself, she gripped his length to drag the generous droplets of precum around his tip with her thumb. His hips bucked into her.

“Eager, aren’t you?” She teased softly.

“Yes,” Rolan groaned. Tav’s soft hand was around his cock for the first time; it was all he could do to locate words. He knew his face was flushed and tense with arousal, but Tav only looked up at him with appreciation from where she lay back on his bed. 

When she guided his length across the wet of her core, he rocked his hips to drag his ridges across her. She shivered slightly, still sensitive, but rolled into him.

“Need you,” Rolan panted, not sure whether he was asking her or begging. “Tav—please—”

Tav’s hand lined him up with her entrance. When his leaking tip nudged inside her, Rolan pushed forward with one slow, determined cant of his hips.

The cool slick of her walls clutched each inch of him so perfectly. A low groan rose in Rolan’s throat—this was the closest thing to real satisfaction that he’d gotten in days, and he hadn't even started moving yet.

“So good,” Tav said under him, voice sweet and husky. “Keep going—”

Rolan braced his hands against her hips. He pulled out slowly, legs shaking beneath him, then pushed back into the tight plush of her. 

His hips took up a firm pace, and Rolan couldn't bite back his whines as he plunged his cock inside her. Whatever his fevered imagination had conjured, it was nothing compared to this—he fell over her again, fangs skating against her breast as her body rocked under him with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, fuck—” Tav was just as breathless as her fingers gripped the infernal ridges on his shoulder blades. She tugged, egging him on.

Rolan took the invitation with enthusiasm. He nipped and sucked around the swell of her breast, breathing in lungfuls of the sweetness rolling off her skin.

“Harder,” Tav begged, the words vibrating against his lips. The hunger inside him surged in agreement.

Rolan’s lips fastened over one nipple. He sucked, hard, letting his tongue roll her against his teeth. Tav let out a whimper, but he felt her legs crossing around his hips as he continued to bury himself in her.

Rolan pulled away to look at her face. A mist of sweat dusted her brow; Tav’s lips were parted and twitching with silent words. 

“Look at me,” Rolan ordered, still filling her with his cock in a steady rhythm.

Tav obeyed, her eyes shining and pupils blown wide. He straightened away from her, never breaking, and laid a hand each on her calves. Then he pushed up, folding her legs to her chest and opening up her cunt even deeper for him.

“You look so beautiful like this, Tav,” he told her, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping his pace slow and steady. “Folded in half in my bed. Stretched around my cock so perfectly.”

In response, Tav’s hands grabbed her knees, pulling herself open even further to each side. “Is this how you imagined it?” She asked wickedly. “All alone—wishing it was me and not your own hand—”

Heat prickled across his neck and shoulders, but Rolan was too far gone to feel shame. He couldn't resist breaking eye contact, however, watching the way his cock stretched open her dripping cunt.

“Just like this,” he panted in answer. She took in breath to respond, but he was already slamming back into her at a reckless pace.

The lewd, wet sounds of his thrusts filled the room, layered with their chorus of whines and moans. Rolan shuddered at how slick and tight she was around him, perfectly gripping each inch of his needy length. His cock throbbed in anticipation of a satisfying release, finally, after all these times of not quite enough—

“I’m close,” he panted, gripping her hips to pull her down deeper onto his cock. The tip of him nudged against the limits of her walls. “Where should—”

“Inside,” Tav insisted, still holding herself wide for him. “Only inside, Rolan, want you to fill me up—fuck—”

The imagery pushed him over the edge, and he did just that. With a throb of release, he felt his cock pulsing and filling her deepest walls with his seed. His hips stuttered into her as he pushed his spend as far into her as he could reach.

Tav clutched his shoulders as he came, humming and moaning out praises for him. Their hips rocked together, nudging his coated length back against her deep center. 

Tav went tense under him. He forced his eyes open and saw her lips parted in surprise.

“I’m—oh—!” 

She gasped in shock as her own climax gripped her. Rolan hissed in breath at the way she clenched and fluttered so suddenly around him. His length was still hard, and his ridges pulsed against her.

As she drifted back down, Tav’s eyes finally lit on him in a daze. “What…what was that?”

Rolan was abruptly reminded of how many ruts he’d spent without a partner. “I'm sorry, I should've warned you,” he confessed. It was hard to form his thoughts while still inside her. “During the cycle…infernal traits get stronger. Like incubi. Helps attract a partner.” Somehow this explanation was more embarrassing than any of the other filth he’d just spoken to her.

Tav stared up at him. “You're saying your come is going to make me come?”

“Essentially.” Rolan shifted inside her slightly, still not confident he was done. “I apologize—I didn't think to tell you. Is that a problem?”

“Rolan—” Tav let out a breathless laugh, and the sound went straight to his chest. “This is the exact opposite of a problem. Just a bit of a shock, that's all.”

The lovely sight of her happy and satisfied under him was too much to resist. Rolan leaned forward on his arms to kiss her, trapping her legs between their chests.

As her hand stroked softly under his jaw, Rolan felt a second ache settling in his loins. He released her lips for just long enough to push her legs out over his hips, then ducked back down for her mouth.

He rolled his hips into her slower this time, but it was somehow more intense. Their lips stayed connected as he drove into her deep. Her walls were slippery with arousal and his own seed, and they gripped like pure silk around his cock. Her opening slid over the sensitive ridges at his base with each thrust.

When he dipped a thumb between their bodies to rub circles over her clit, Tav broke away with a little gasp.

“I can’t again,” she said, panting.

“You can,” he told her simply. “Hold on to me—” 

She did, wrapping both arms and legs firmly around him as if he was her anchor. Rolan dipped his head to her neck as he doubled his pace, their hips slotting together with each brisk slide into her. He breathed deep against the curve of her shoulder.

Still so hungry for release, it wasn't long before he came again hard. This time he just barely pumped his spend into her before he pulled out to look down.

Sticky white seed dribbled out of her slit, running down toward her hole. He dipped the thumb circling her clit down to swipe it back up across her cunt, painting his come across the bundle of nerves at her peak.

Tav’s thighs twitched under him, and she gripped his arm tight with one hand. She swore as he continued flicking across her clit with the wet pad of his thumb, then whined out his name.

While her next orgasm nearly doubled her in half, Rolan tilted his head to watch the sight between her legs. She was soaked, twitching, utterly intoxicating. Her contracting walls pushed more of his spend out of her; it flowed generously from her slit and soaked down into the bedding below.

Finding himself now utterly spent, Rolan collapsed on his back next to her. As he did, he realized his legs had grown fatigued to the point of buckling from the exertions. He let his body sink heavy into the mattress. 

“I made a mess on your sheets,” Tav panted from beside him. 

Rolan groaned at her descriptive language. The fact that his length continued softening was a sign his urges were finally giving him a reprieve, however. “It was mostly my fault.”

She only let out a weak breath of laughter.

Too tired to trust his shaking legs, he reached an arm blind over the side of the bed and snatched up the first fabric it touched. His discarded shirt.

Pushing himself seated, he gently reached to dry between Tav’s legs. One of her hands traced the ridges on his back as he quietly tended to her.

“How long before the next?” She asked him.

“An hour or two.” Rolan didn't look at her. “Tav, you've done more than enough for m—”

The mattress shifted as she sat up and turned his face into a waiting kiss. It was soft, just a chorus of little presses across his lips.

When Tav pulled away, she tucked the damp curtain of his hair behind one ear. “Rolan, unless you want me to go, I'm staying until it’s over.”

Rolan cast a glance over her. Despite the fact that she was naked in his bed and covered in blooming bruises from his mouth, she was very much the same Tav as ever. “Thank you,” he told her quietly.

She pushed him onto his back with a sudden laugh, landing with her chest pressed to his. “What an utterly Rolan thing to say,” she mused. “Need I remind you I just came three times?”

Tav was teasing him, and was of a mind to put her in her place—only he found that none of his limbs wanted to move at the moment. Instead, his only response was a deep hum as his eyelids drooped shut.

He felt the mattress shift as she rose and wished he could reach out to stop her. But a moment later she curled up next to him again, dragging a soft quilt over their bodies. 

Rolan turned inward to rest his head on Tav’s chest—and fell into his first real slumber in days.

#spicy #rolan x tav #tiefling ruts #rolan smut #heat/rut cycles #female tav #bg3 rolan #tiefling biology #bg3 fanfiction #rebgrrl writes #underdark-dreams

[ilovejuzi]

Pt2 of that tailplay

#murder drones #murder drones fanart #murder drones uzi #murder drones j #theyre fucking gay #myart #juzi

[maverickbabes]

Kinkmas Day 8 - Tailplay "Playful"

Kinkmas Day 8

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Omatikaya!reader!

Warnings: Tailplay, foreplay, tsaheylu connection, a little bit of playful fighting, some cussing, teasing, fluff ending.

Neteyam reaches for your tail, tugging on it gently as he knew how sensitive it would be. You let out a gasp and turned around towards your mate, eyes widen with desire. "What? what are you gonna do?" Neteyam teases as he grabs your tail again, this time letting his fingers glide as you swoosh it out of his grasp.

You close the space between you two and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply as you trace the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip. Neteyam groans into the kiss as he grabs your hips and pulls you close to him. You reach your hand around his torso and grabbed his tail, twisting it around your finger.

"Ah oh fuck" Neteyam hisses as he kneels down, pulling you with him to the ground. "Neteyam please I need you" You whimpered as you laid back, exposing your wet pussy for him. "I need you but first I wanna try something with you" Neteyam says as his tail swishes back and forth in anticipation.

You nod your head fast as your tail sweeps from underneath you and towards his tail, almost like it had a mind of its own. Neteyam looks at your tail swishing back and forth as he grabs his braid and pulls it over his shoulder, his eyes wandering over you.

"Here ma 'teyam" You said softly as you bring your braid around and reach it up towards his. The ends of your guy's braids slowly intertwine together, causing both of you to gasp from the amount of pleasure coursing through both of you.

Without any warning, Neteyam slams into you instead bottoming out. "Shit!" You scream out from both pain and pleasure. Neteyam's tail wraps around your tail and your thigh before he hovers over you.

"Mine"

an: sorry this is shitty, I haven't been feeling well mentally ❤️‍🩹

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[el-tur-el]

coconut skins. - Chapter 1

Pairing: Rolan x F!Tav

Warnings: Tailplay, Light D/S, Explicit Sexual Content. 18+, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 2,674. Read it on AO3.

While she was immensely proud of the work Rolan put into his studies - the achievements he’s managed to garner at an age much younger than those before him, the respect that his new title commands - she would be the first to admit that sometimes it all became a bit of a slog. The constant late nights studying, crawling into bed beside her long after the sun had set over the Gate and the sky had become scattered with pinprick starlight.

She tried to stay up with him when she could; she’d drape herself over a chaise in the study and pretend to read while he worked. In truth, she was spending more time watching him. Fingers twitching as he scrawled notes on a piece of parchment with a quill, the shape of his mouth and he silently rehearsed the verbal components of new spells he was working on. Something so mundane should hardly be considered intoxicating, and yet the competency set a heady thrill in her veins. The Master of Ramazith’s Tower.

Gods above, but he deserved it.

Tonight, boredom has settled itself into her bones, leaden and heavy. She’s been sprawled out on chair in the study for the better part of six hours now, idly leafing through a book while he pours over research and hastily scribbles notes in the margins. She can see the exhaustion radiating off of him, the soft hunch of his shoulders, the way he’s rubbing at his temples and mumbling under his breath. She wonders, idly, if he even knows what time it is. If he had even been aware of the sun sinking far below the horizon two hours ago, painting the room in split yolk yellow and flicker flame orange.

She rises from the chair delicately, walking across the room to his desk; footfalls ghostly silent against the carpet, her fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of the sleeve on her thin nightgown - a gift from him a month or so ago, with delicate flowers embroidered on the material.

“Love,” She murmurs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, pressing a whisper of a kiss against the crown of his head. “You’ve been at it for hours. Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

“In a moment.” He replies, not looking up from the paper in front of him - she swears he’s been stuck on this one for over an hour now, some text about the importance of somatic components in spellwork, written in tiny, cramped hand. “I’m nearly done with this one.”

Something tells her that’s not true - that he would sit here for another eternity if she let him; not bothering to slink to bed until the sun began to lazily pull itself over the horizon, and even then only allowing himself a half hour of rest before getting up to tend to Sorcerous Sundries for the day. She knows this because he has done it before, more times than she can count on one hand. Murmuring a quiet apology for being so late to join her, then turning around and doing it all over again the next day.

“Rolan, you’ve been staring at the same piece of paper for hours. Maybe it’ll make more sense after some rest and some breakfast.” One of her hands gently rubs over his shoulder, soothing small circles against his robe with her thumb.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine.”

Getting him to be anything other than self-sacrificial is a task akin to pulling teeth even on the best of days. He runs himself ragged constantly, all weeping edges. Nose to the grindstone until there’s little left but marrow. It makes her chest ache, truthfully; the extent to which he is willing to go in some misguided venture to prove himself.

He doesn’t have to prove himself to anyone, anymore.

She tucks a stray lock of hair behind the tip of a pointed ear, and brings her lips to the stark line of his jaw; no amount of pleading will get him to relent, but perhaps there are other methods at her disposal that will be effective. He’s always had trouble saying no to her when she looks at him with soft eyes, when she’s soft and clingy and sweet. Like he has a weakness for the saccharine. Or maybe just a weakness for her.

“Tav.” He rumbles, low and throaty - a warning.

She’s never been particularly good about contemplating consequences.

“Come to bed.” She whispers against his skin, dragging her mouth down to the slope of his throat. Open-mouthed and damp, her breath ghosting over his pulse point, her arms still draped over his shoulders.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat that sends heat spooling in her stomach, makes her feel effervescent. He’s still looking at the desk, but his gaze is unfocused and hazy, and she thinks, for one triumphant moment, that she may be winning this battle.

A few things happen in the span of a moment. He rises from his chair rather noisily, and a flicker of fear that she has somehow overstepped jolts through her. But then he’s pushing her up against the desk, the edge of the hardwood digging into the small of her back, his hands planted firmly on her shoulders. He leans dangerously close to her, his breath a heavy and ragged thing, a few strands of his hair coming loose from their tie and framing his face in a way that would almost be considered soft were it not for the glimmer of hunger held within the aureate flame of his eyes.

“Someone ought to teach you a thing or two about patience.” His voice is sharp and hushed, gravelly in a way she’s not sure she’s ever heard from him.

She stares at him with wide eyes, her lips parted in a silent question, her hands curling into the soft material of his robes at his flanks. He tilts his head to the side, eyes trained on her, flicking over her expression to see if there’s any hesitance. When he doesn’t find any, he leans in further, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

“Is this what you wanted, Tav? To test my resolve? To see how much it takes for me to snap?” A yawning chasm of want splits open within her, a flush rising to her cheeks. “For me to pin you down and have my way with you like some kind of animal?”

“I’m certainly not complaining.” She finds her voice, shaky and uncertain as it may be, and the words fall forth in the ghost of a whisper.

“You would think that the time you spent saving the Sword Coast would have taught you even a little in the way of self-preservation, but here you are. Still so godsdamned brave.” His teeth graze over her earlobe, and she stifles a soft sound. “I could eat you alive. But you don’t care.”

“Because I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” She does, in her bones. He’d been reticent to even entertain the notion of anything that would put her in harm’s way, even if she’d expressed enthusiastic consent. Pain was not associated with pleasure in his mind, and she had never been about to argue - he’d been through enough. She wanted to be a safe place for him. A respite from it all.

He pulls away to look her in the eyes once more, a soft smile dragging up the corners of his mouth. “I wouldn’t.” He echoes, quiet.

“This is nice, though.” She feels like such a shy creature when faced with the intensity of his gaze. What a difficult thing, to be seen so thoroughly. For him to peel back the layers of herself, scrutinize each one. To know and be known. “The confidence.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He laughs, soft, all breath. “I’m rather uncertain of what I’m doing.”

She presses her lips to his cheek, featherlight. “Just do what feels natural. Or do nothing at all. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything.”

He contemplates her for a long moment, as though trying to determine the best course of action. It feels rather silly, to calculate intimacy, to map it out into data points and facts and figures. But she’s intrigued, curious as to where, exactly, this is going to go.

“I want to try something.” He says after a while. “Do you trust me?”

“Endlessly.” She replies immediately - she doesn’t even have to put thought into the question. She’d put her life in his hands if he asked her to.

“Undress for me.” The words are offered up on a breath, still so gentle.

She wordlessly moves to comply, shaky fingers moving to the hem of her nightgown, gingerly pulling it over her head. She takes the time to fold it neatly - she’d loathe to unceremoniously toss something so delicate, something he picked out for her by hand, on the ground. She turns to look at him with expectant eyes.

“Everything.” He’s perched back onto his chair, and he watches her with a neutral expression, his tone settling into something detached. It shouldn’t send a thrill of heat through her, and yet it does all the same.

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, all nervous energy, but does as she’s told with no resistance. She steps out of her smalls, undoes her breastband, sets them both to the side. He looks at her appreciatively, eyes roaming down her body in a way that has her feeling like he could see right through to the bone if he so desired.

Oh, how vulnerable it is, the mortifying ordeal of being known.

He taps two fingers against the corner of his desk that is free of paperwork and stacks of books. “Sit.”

She wonders what he’s playing at here, exactly.

She settles herself down on the hardwood, sucking in a sharp breath at how cold it is against her bare skin. Suddenly so unsure of how to take up space, she folds her hands in her lap. Her movements feel awkward, unsteady.

“I’m going to finish my work.” He motions towards the paper he’d been engrossed in earlier. “And you’re going to sit there quietly.”

“And I need to be naked for this because….?” She blinks at him - suddenly she is very much feeling like the one who has been played here.

“If you’re good,” He ignores the question. “I’ll give you the attention you so desperately desire, once I am done.”

And just like that, he’s once again directing his attention downwards, beginning to resume his reading. She shifts awkwardly - the idea of sitting still, bare before him, with him not even paying attention to him…. It fills her with equal parts arousal and defiance, makes her want to act out so that this is over faster.

But she’ll let him have his way for now.

One of his hands comes to rest on her thigh - not gripping, simply touching. It sends sparks rolling through her, bright bursts of something fluorescent and alive. She takes in a soft breath, tremulous, and he offers her a pointed look before returning his gaze to his work.

And you’re going to sit there quietly.

Ah. She’s beginning to understand the game, now.

Silently, he pushes her knees apart, and she knows with resounding certainty the moment his hand splays out flat against the inside of her thigh that she is well and truly fucked. His nails drag a slow path upwards, and her stomach lurches, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in an attempt to keep silent.

There’s a heavy ache between her thighs, and it takes more than a little self control to not press them together, to coax his hand higher, to open her mouth to plead with him to relent. He’s still reading, and she wants to take back everything she said earlier about finding his bravado intoxicating - such a selfish creature suddenly in the face of such overwhelming want.

Perhaps he’s feeling merciful, perhaps he can sense the yearning bubbling beneath the surface of her, because his index and middle finger graze over her slit, and she nearly whines. He lets out a breath when he feels the evidence of her arousal, how wet she is just from being made to sit before him like this - but his gaze does not leave his work.

The callused pads of his fingers press against her clit, and her hands come to grasp at the edge of the desk, knuckles white from the effort of it. She hopes to all the gods above that he is not nearly as patient as he makes himself seem.

She thinks that perhaps she can handle this - a little touching, a little teasing, and then he’ll cave.

And then comes the tail.

The point of it drags over her thigh, and oh, that’s new. She does let out a gasp when he brings it up higher, when he flicks it over her slit like a silent question. Tentative, cautious, curious. Without really thinking, she spreads her legs a little wider, invites him to indulge in the impulse.

It’s different than anything she’s ever felt before. The stretch of it, the hesitancy he uses. He’s no longer paying attention to the words on the paper before him, instead staring at her with wide, glossy eyes, his lips parted.

“Look at you.” He breathes, the tone of his voice awestruck, and she lets out a whine - her patience has been unraveled, decorum discarded.

She shifts her hips, desperate for more - something, anything. He relents, dragging the spade of it out, pushing back in.

Fucking her with his tail.

It feels licentious. Base. Wrong and filthy and yet so completely and wholly right. She moans, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering shut. His fingers work against her clit more insistently now, his breath heavy, leaning forward in his chair, drinking in the sight of her.

“Fuck.” She manages, shaky, all breath. “Holy fuck, Rolan -”

“That’s it, Tav. Just like that.” He’s all rasp and gravel, and she cracks her eyes enough to see him palming himself through his robes. Something within her snaps, fractures. “Want to see you come like this - want - Gods.”

It takes little more in the way of prompting for her to get there; flashbang bright behind her eyelids, her lips splitting open in a silent cry. It feels like drowning in the most pleasant way possible, the way it rips through her. He hisses out a curse from behind gritted teeth, his movements slowing, then stopping completely.

She’s panting as she comes down, peering down at him through unfocused eyes, her hair sticking to her forehead - skin slick with sweat, her chest heaving. He’s looking at her with a reverence in his eyes, an awe that she feels wholly undeserving of.

“That was - that was different.” She fumbles for the words, coherent thought having evaporated from her mind.

“If I had known you would have responded positively, I would have suggested trying that a while ago.” He leans forward to press his lips against the back of her knee, soft. “Was that alright?”

She motions to herself, disheveled on his desk. “I hardly think you need to ask, Rolan.”

“Right, yes, well.” He clears his throat. “No harm in checking.”

“Will you come to bed now?” She tilts her head to the side, her gaze flicking over his form, lingering on his lap. “I’d rather like to repay the favor.”

“I… believe I’m at an appropriate stopping point for the evening, yes.” He smooths out his robes and stands, offering her a hand. “But please don’t feel like you need to -”

“Rolan.” She takes his hand and gently slides off of his desk, lifting a finger to his lips. “If you don’t take me to the bedroom and ravish me right this minute, I swear to all the gods in every pantheon, I will cry.”

“Well, we can’t have that, I suppose.”

#rolan x tav #bg3 #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

I am not na’avi but man if I was…I’d want Quaritch to tug me around by my tail or que and if I hissed at him he would let me know real quickly that he won’t tolerate that behaviour.

-🍄

oh 100%. quaritch is a sadistic dom, and'll take much delight in using something so sensitive against you

col. quaritch x tailkink/exhib foreplay~

• is def into tailplay. for quaritch, it's just another form of foreplay in which he can dominate and control you

• yanking is more for when things get especially rough, but you can bet that he's partial to some tight, harsh tugs to the base of your tail if you're being esp bratty

• a slight hum of disapproval will escape his tightly-sealed lips, his eyes briefly squinting in annoyance at your antics - these ranging from an indignant huff all the way to bending over in front of him, taking two fingers and spreading your uncovered pussy lips for him

• the slickness forming small strings of arousal between your puffy entrance, unabashedly rubbing circles into the sensitive flesh of your mound

• quaritch would merely cock a brow, or scoff at your wanton, slutty behavior as you tease him; little squeals and whines erupting from your mouth, a bottom lip caught between your teeth

• he'd bend over ever so slightly, extend a toned, veined blue arm and gently caress your tail as it swishes back and forth in excitement. you know something's coming, but what that is remains a mystery

• that's until he grasps his long blue fingers around the bottom half of your tail, tightly gripping the skin, only to roughly tug in an upwards motion; enticing a moan of both shock and eroticism out of you

• quaritch'll take great pleasure in seeing your expression shift from one of an almost arrogant-coyness to flustered arousal; your tail sending shockwaves from the tip to your engorged, sticky pink bud

• "fuckin' whine like that again, darlin'. i fuckin' dare you." he'll grunt out condescendingly, taking in your bucking form as your ass tilts upwards, keening into quaritch's firm grip at the base of your tail

• the end free from his grip'll swish and flick desperately, betraying your efforts to save face as the shame unfolds, little butterflies of excitement flittering around your abdomen at his almost sneering expression; fangs bared, eyebrows cast down, shadowing his almost fluorescent irises as he leers at you

• quaritch'll continue to tease, perhaps wrapping your tail around his knuckles for extra pull, or maybe even batting and smacking it as you swish around in anticipation

• he'll lean up close to you, and begin to subtly grind and gyrate into your spread legs, almost welcoming the prospect of being caught out by a colleague; his enthusiasm evident through the tent in his cargo pants, his full, lengthy cock jutting firmly into your exposed pussy

• "g'na keep quiet while i finish up here, pretty? i don't want a single sound comin' outta your mouth until we get back to quarters."

• "any more disrespect, i'll have you cryin' in front of all these people darlin'. don't test me.", he'll do everything in his power to make you squirm and cry of course; but it only means extra playtime once he's off work

reqs open ofc :)

#ngl #brace urselves #...can u sense the diminishing avatar verve? #i can and it makes me 😢 #i think i'll have to start finding a new franchise soonish unless i start w ronal and tonowari #i've considered getting back into cobra kai ngl #so many slutty himbos in there *cough johnny lawrence cough* #anyway :):):)) #miles quaritch x afab reader #colonel miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #colonel catboy quaritch #colonel quaritch #recom quaritch #avatar recom quaritch #jake sully x you #jake sully headcanons #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #na'vi smut #na'vit x reader #avatar smut #avatar x reader #tonowari smut #tsu'tey smut

[jin-in-faerun]

Just an fyi I’m still working on Rolan x Tav x Dammon tailplay fun times just had a menty-b day and need time to recover. I will attempt to finish on Sunday.

#bg3 #bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #dammon x tav #tail play #update #mental health issues #need a revive

[1000punks]

bonding. //taking

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. fingering. d/s. tailplay. prostate play. brief descriptions of S/A (flashback).

word count: 5,022

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

header credit: this post by @lovelybluebirdie

Astarion tugged at the front of his shirt, pulling Festé with him; and the imp lowered themself into the bathwater, not breaking the kiss. He shivered as they pushed their fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, locking him closer with a surprising amount of strength. The tiefling sat up on their knees between his thighs, palming at his chest with their free hand; kissing him hungrily and panting against his lips. The elf drew a shuddery breath as they pressed closer, their scent was overpowering, and it embalmed him all too sweetly. Smoothly, Festé pressed forward to kiss down his neck, and Astarion opened his eyes with a low moan when their lips brushed over his scar. Suddenly, he was panting too, one hand still fisted in his shirt against the imp's chest, the other wandering up their back. How was it that their every touch was the very salve his skin needed? Ghosts whispered at the corners of his mind, and his neck was suddenly alight with a twinge of pain, remembering… But their lips were the soothing balm, chasing it away just as quickly as it appeared. They licked slowly to his earlobe, making him twitch bodily when they spoke hotly against it, punctuating with gentle bites. "May I touch you, love?" He took a breath as if he had just remembered how, gasping against their shoulder and nodding, glancing quickly down between them.

Festé trailed their fingertips down his stomach, sitting back slightly and resting their forehead to his own, looking down with him as they palmed over his groin. The warmth of their hand was welcome, especially in the gradually cooling bathwater. "Ngh… yes…" he hissed, his fingers cutting into the water to grip their wrist loosely, urging them to take him in hand with a soft grunt. They chuckled softly, pressing their forehead into his.

"You're nearly speechless, love. It's uncanny," the tiefling whispered, their voice husky. A breath whistled past Astarion's lips, and he felt himself twitch in their hand. He shifted his hips, resting his head back and furrowing his eyebrows.

"It's difficult, darling. I want you all over me, but I can't decide what…" he trailed off, swallowing and pressing his hips up slowly. "What I need." he shot them a perplexed look, and they rested their free hand on his cheek, smiling and biting their lip.

"Let's focus on one thing at a time, then," they turned halfway to look over their shoulder, prying the plug from the drain with their tail as they turned back, "And we'll figure out what you need. Together."

Astarion followed their tail with his gaze as it snaked through the water. Would it… He hummed, glancing back at them with a smirk. "What about, er… if you…" The elf cleared his throat and jerked his chin up before looking down between them once again.

Festé laughed softly, raising an eyebrow at him and removing their hand, slowly winding the end of their tail around the base of his cock. "This is what you want, love?" Their hands found his chest, smoothing their palms over his skin. He couldn't help but shudder, pressing up to their touch. They leaned close, brushing their lips against his and narrowing their eyes at him. Then, with nothing more than a tilt of their head, Astarion felt the imp's tail squeeze gently. His eyes widened when it slowly moved up his length, and he choked out a moan when the spade of their tail grazed his tip. He startled, sitting up and moving his hands to their wrists, speechless. Festé worked his length slowly; and the feeling was indescribable as he began rocking his hips in response. "Just relax, love," they murmured, "I've got you." Their fingers found his nipples at the same time their lips found his neck, and both were equally soft and grounding. The pale elf tilted his head to the side, eyes half-lidded, his thoughts transporting him far away for the briefest of moments.

When he had first confessed his feelings to the imp, he had also worked up the courage to tell them that he didn't want to sleep with them again until he felt ready. He had almost been more bashful about that than about his feelings towards them; and, as such, had avoided their burning gaze. They surprised him by returning the sentiment. Several nights later, Festé had come to his tent while the others slept, and the two had a long, hushed conversation about boundaries and intimacy in general. They had asked him questions and patiently listened to his stumbling answers, only to ask more questions in order to clarify his meaning. Eventually, the two decided that it was better to focus on intimacy, as opposed to sex. Festé had spent many nights in his tent after that, and not once had they even hinted at sex. Even when Astarion had been on top of them, mouth locked to theirs and hands wandering over their nightshirt. There had even been several times when he had been feeding on them; and had his hips pressed firmly against theirs, rutting and trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. At the time, it had made the elf's head spin, but with time, he came to appreciate the care they took with all of his boundaries. One thing they had said had stuck with him for the rest of their journey together, and it came to mind once more as their teeth tenderly grazed his earlobe.

"I respect you too much as a partner to do anything that you don't explicitly ask for. To me, your body is your home." When he scoffed at them, the imp grew very serious. "Homes are a display of our innermost selves, and not everyone has the right to be invited inside. You decide when I am invited, Star; and how long I am welcome." All he could do was swallow deeply. He couldn't understand why their words had made him feel like he was choking, or why his cheeks had suddenly been wet.

Festé's nose nudged his cheek gently, and Astarion started, pushing his fingers into their hair. He lifted his chest to their touch, and they took the cue, pinching one nipple and grazing their nails over his skin. "Ngh! Gods below, darling… I'm not going to break, you know," he groaned out softly, unable to resist teasing them, even in his position.

"I'm well aware," they countered with a chuckle, squeezing their tail around him again as they kept up their leisurely pace. "But I want to take my time with you." They pulled back, smirking. "It's one thing to throw your partner headlong into pleasure, but another completely to guide them to it, bit by bit. And just look at you, love." Festé's eyes flicked down, and his own followed. Suddenly, the squeezes from their tail seemed to ripple, pulsing softly around his cock, and he jerked his hips up with a moan that wracked his chest. "Is that better or worse than just my hand?" they growled softly over his lips.

"F… It's- It's better, darling. How are you doing th-?" A softer moan broke away from Astarion's lips when the tiefling squeezed again, very gradually picking up the pace. His body curled forward as their efforts coaxed beads of moisture from the tip of his cock, and he shifted against them, vying for more leverage for his hips. Festé moved as well, resting one hand on the edge of the tub behind his shoulder, and their eyes held his gaze effortlessly when he looked back up at them. They smirked widely, leaning in as if to kiss him. Instead, they opened their mouth, letting saliva spill directly from their forked tongue to his groin. He choked out a laugh that was roughened by his growing lust.

"Very, mmf… primitive, darling…" his mouth clamped shut around another moan as the tip of their tail flicked against him again. He briefly wondered if it was as sharp as it looked, before the added lubrication melted hotly down his length and over the coils of the imp's tail. The feeling emptied his mind almost completely.

"Are you complaining about the way your dashing ranger pleasures you, love? I can always try something different." Astarion gave them a withering look, which was impressive with how close he was to coming apart under their touch. They laughed, letting it echo in the small room, and smoothed their hand over his stomach, pressing rosy fingertips to his pale skin. Festé studied his features closely, as they often did, their good eye seeming to flicker slightly when he glanced at them. Their voice was suddenly quiet and sultry when they spoke again; and the air seemed to crackle between their bodies. "It would be such a shame though, since you're so close, my love." A pause, their fingers trailing up his chest, their pace unchanging as they raked their gaze over his body. Their eyes flicked back to his, anchoring Astarion firmly in the pleasure of the moment. "Let go, for me."

Every breath he took seemed to rattle his chest, and he found it hitching as he drew his legs up, pressing his feet to the bottom of the tub. The imp moved one hand to the inside of his thigh and squeezed it reassuringly when he started to shake, fighting to stay in control. They nodded at him, catching his chin in their free hand and simply raising their eyebrows. That sent him over, and he curled forward with a desperate moan, circling his arms around them while his hips bucked up of their own accord. He glimpsed the scene between them, and his breath caught as he watched himself spill over their tail, which moved much more gently than before. Milking him for all of it, he thought, hiding his face in their neck.

Festé caught and held him easily, stroking over his back as he shuddered through the aftershocks. "Good boy," they murmured, and he tensed, unable to stifle a pleasured whimper against their skin. Slowly, their tail released him, curling around his thigh instead. His mind was racing in the absence of a heartbeat, and he clutched at the imp's back, panting through his nose. The elf closed his eyes and focused when their voice came soft against his ear, no louder than a sigh. "You did a wonderful job. Match your breathing with mine… That's it. Perfect, my love." He calmed gradually, listening intently to their steady heartbeat while their fingers found his damp curls once again. "Did that feel good?"

He nodded, brushing his lips along their neck, finally sighing out in relief. "Yes, darling," he whispered, and they squeezed him. He decided in an instant to be honest, and blurted out, "I liked that… pet name." His voice faltered in the middle, and he pulled back slightly, swallowing and meeting their eyes with a subdued smile. "I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that." In truth, it made him feel enveloped in love and safety. There had been too many instances where 'boy' had been spat at him or hurled his way in derogatory tones.

"Good," Festé crooned, patting his cheek and sitting up on their knees before kissing his forehead. "Mn… what do you say to breakfast in bed, love?" They stroked through his hair slowly, standing and climbing out of the bathtub. Astarion looked on, nodding when they raised their eyebrows at him. "You go get comfortable, then. I'll join you shortly." They paused, shedding Astarion's drenched shirt and hanging it gingerly on the edge of the tub.

"If I want more…" The elf started, moving to get up too. He sighed and looked away, letting out a toneless chuckle. "Never mind, I suppose I'm pushing my luck by asking."

"If you want more, then all you need to do is say so, Star." Festé had stopped with one hand on the doorframe, their expression serious. "I enjoy giving you anything you ask for." They hadn't repeated themself outright, but the echo of the conversation from months prior rang again clearly in the elf's mind. "Okay?"

He relented, looking down to hide his smile. "Okay, darling."

"Go get comfortable," they repeated. Astarion glimpsed them detouring to the bedroom, walking out after a moment with a sleeveless shirt and breeches and padding into the kitchen. He slowly climbed from the bathtub, looking down at himself and deciding to wipe off with the washcloth that the tiefling had lain aside before retiring back to the bedroom. He was already going over the encounter in his mind when he buried himself in the bedclothes, sprawling on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Why was he experiencing such a mental block with this? He had been with men and women alike; and certainly been on the receiving end of things more than once. The pale elf scoffed aloud to himself, listening to his imp move around in the kitchen. They had proven to be up to the task, that was for sure; and they were willing to take care of his needs. They… Wait.

Astarion sat up in bed, squinting. They were willing to take care of his needs. Any other time, in this position, it wasn't just about seducing a mark, it was about performing. It had always been about appealing to the other person's needs. Festé had given freely, and not expected anything in return, just as they always had. Every other one of his conquests only took; they took what they wanted from him and offered nothing of substance in return. Was that why he had felt so uncomfortable? He flexed his fingers against the duvet, barely feeling it as he chewed the thought over. Festé reappeared in the doorway, and he jumped. They chuckled, climbing into bed next to him.

"I thought that I couldn't sneak up on you, Star. Was there a monster behind me or something?" The tiefling chuckled at their own joke, piling the pillows up and reclining against them. They beckoned Astarion to join them, and he did, curling against their side. He rested his cheek on their shoulder with a soft sigh. Safe, once again. "Come on," they teased, "I know it wasn't funny, but humour me, love." They wrapped an arm gently around his shoulders, and looked down with concern. "Star, what's wr-"

"Darling, when you said you'd give me anything I wanted, was it with the expectation that I would return the favour?" He looked up at them sideways, a frown dragging down the corners of his lips.

"No. Why, would you like to?" They asked, tilting their head.

"I… well, I don't know if I do," he sighed.

Festé shrugged. "Then don't," they said simply, carding through his hair and taking a bite of the sandwich they had made.

"Why not?" He didn't bother to mask his confusion, scowling up at them while they chewed. They returned with an equally confused look.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to. Besides, I offered." They shrugged again, petting down his back. "I don't mind pleasuring you this way. Any way you like, really." Despite himself, Astarion cracked a smile and shook his head.

"You're too kind to me, darling," he sighed, winding his arm over their stomach.

"As you are to me, my love." They finished their sandwich, leaning over him to put their plate on the nightstand, pushing the elf gently to his back. "So. What is it you desire, hmm? Shall I… ravish you?" The tiefling chuckled good-naturedly, and it defused the worry creeping into Astarion's mind when they lay on top of him, settling between his legs. He was still hesitant, but deep down, he really did want to try letting Festé in like this.

"Kiss me?" he breathed, and they leaned forward, elbow next to his head, pressing their lips to his. The pair let out a sigh in unison as they met, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His fingers crawled up their back, and theirs found his hip, curling over it. They smiled against his lips, licking into his mouth slowly and flicking their tongue against his own. Fuck, their taste, it was… He moaned softly, and Festé pressed their tongue to one of his fangs, dragging it over the point and opening a tiny cut before pulling back. They nipped his bottom lip with a satisfied sigh.

"More?" they murmured, and his eyes fluttered open when they pulled back, resting their nose on his. Gently, they pulled his thigh over their hip.

"Mm… yes. Like you mean it…" his voice was uncharacteristically weak, gazing down at their lips. "Please, darling." He tugged at the back of their shirt. The imp's good eye blazed suddenly, and they chuckled.

"Begging already?" they teased, brushing their lips over his, their palm finding the small of his back. He squirmed, letting out a frustrated sigh; and they tutted, kissing him firmly for one brief moment before pulling away again.

"You damned imp, get down here," he snarled, catching hold of the front of their shirt, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of their hips.

The tiefling managed to hold their position, grinning widely at him. "Only if you keep doing that, love. I can feel just how…" they paused, looking down between their bodies, "Yes, would you look at that." Astarion had not stopped moving his hips, but followed their gaze, exhaling sharply as he took in the sight of himself. "Already so excited, aren't you?" Festé had leaned down, breathing against his ear in that filthy deep voice of theirs. The elf tensed when they ran their tongue up the length of it, lobe to tip; before they sat up fully, exposing him. His cock lay against his stomach, uncomfortably hard and weeping against his skin, and he moaned weakly at the loss of contact.

"Please," he whispered, sitting up on his elbows, and the imp licked their thumb, smirking down at him as they traced it along one of his veins. He clutched the bedsheets tightly, pulling at them and pressing up to his lover's touch. "Please, I need you to…" Astarion gritted out.

"Anything you ask me to do, just use your words." Their tone was reassuring, and they squeezed his thighs with a warm smile.

"Fuck me, darling. I don't… I don't care how, just please." His voice came out as a lilted whine, and he realized with a start that it wasn't an act this time, not with them. It had been too damned long since he was in this position, begging for pleasure, and had actually meant it with his entire body. The elf's tongue travelled slowly over his bottom lip as he considered it. He needed to taste the feast while it was on the table. "Please," he repeated, this time in a whisper, but Festé was already reaching for the nightstand.

They held his gaze while their fingers searched blindly through the drawer, producing a stoppered bottle of oil after a moment. Their eyes bore into his as they uncorked it with their teeth; and he twitched, a scowl moving briefly across his face when he felt the small puddle next to his navel grow. Festé poured some oil into their palm before setting the bottle back on the nightstand, leaning down -- finally -- to kiss him once more. He obliged them like a starved man, his lips moving furiously against theirs before they broke away. "I'll be honest, love. I haven't done this in a long time. We'll go slow, hmm?" Their voice was smooth against his cheek, and he nodded quickly. The first slide of their fingertips against him had him gasping and pressing up, moaning deeply. Their free hand cradled his head, and he wrapped his arms around their neck, breathing shakily as they teased him with languid strokes, getting gradually firmer as they began to kiss him again. Their pace was purposefully slow, and it kept him grounded.

Astarion grunted softly, throwing his leg over their hip and pulling them closer. They paused, whispering, "Breathe for me, love," and when he did, they pushed one finger inside him slowly. Instantly, he was spasming around their finger, calm breaths giving way to hitching sighs. "Good?" He nodded, licking his way into their mouth with ease, and pressing his fangs against their bottom lip. Festé hummed appreciatively, starting to move and kissing him back earnestly as they worked him open. He shuddered below them as he felt them set their hips against the back of their hand, rolling them expertly against his own. The elf pressed up, pulling away from their lips with a pleasured hiss. They chuckled, taking his cue and slipping out of him for a moment before pressing a second fingertip to his entrance. The tiefling exhaled roughly against his neck as they pushed back inside. He closed his eyes with a soft groan into Festé's shoulder. Gods, that felt good. The last time he felt someone else's warmth there was…

Suddenly, a darkened room swam before him, and a mountain of a body was rutting into him painfully. Roughly-spun sheets were irritating the scars on his back, and he arched up in pain but found his wrists were pinned. His cries of agony were being ignored, and a large hand closed around his throat as the figure loomed above him. Astarion tensed, his eyes snapping open, and he shoved at Festé's shoulder.

"Darling, I… stop, just for a moment. Please, I…" he whispered, and his imp ceased moving immediately, nosing at his neck as they nodded. "I don't want to stop, I just need to get used to the feeling again."

"We go at your pace, Star," they murmured reassuringly, pecking lightly under his left ear. "There's no rush. Here, I'll…" They sat up gingerly. "So you don't feel trapped while you catch your breath, okay?" He nodded, swallowing slowly, his palm travelling from their shoulder to rest on their chest, feeling their steady heartbeat. They glanced down at it before their free hand came to rest on top of his own. Astarion counted silently, sitting up on one elbow and heaving a great sigh, nodding firmly at them as his fingers clutched the fabric of their shirt, pulling them back down.

"Go on," he murmured huskily, "Ravish me, darling." He still felt the slightest bit shaky, so he kept counting their heartbeats. Festé kissed slowly over his neck and down across his chest, gently curling their fingers inside him. He huffed out a moan, sinking under the wave of pleasure almost instantly.

"As you wish, love," they peered up from his chest before they moved to lay over him once more, threading their fingers between his and resting their clasped hands on the mattress next to the elf's head. He glanced over at them, blinking and smiling after a moment. Together, he thought; they were doing this together. He looked up at them and found their gaze on their joined hands as well. He leaned up, taking the opportunity to nip at their neck affectionately. The imp laughed, pressing their hips to his and pulling a gasp from his chest. Another thrust had his fingers tightening around theirs; his free hand fisting in the back of their shirt. Festé's body curled around his, almost protectively, as they pushed their fingers deeper with each movement. Their forehead came to rest against his, and he brushed the tip of his nose against theirs, his breathless moans filling the space between their lips.

Astarion felt his length twitch insistently against his stomach, begging to be attended to, but he gripped Festé's shirt more tightly in his fist instead. His moans were gradually becoming more incomprehensible, until the imp curled their fingers once more. "Fuck!" he hissed, "R-right there… Gods." The imp smirked, starting to move their hips with the slightest bit more force, focusing their efforts on the same spot. The elf began to move in rhythm with them, laying his head back and exposing his neck. Festé licked firmly over his scars, and he felt his body go taut as a bowstring. He couldn't move, nor speak, as his muscles clenched forcefully around the base of the tiefling's fingers. They growled softly in response when he arched from the bed, their hand gently releasing his and slipping underneath him, grazing their fingernails over the dip in his back. He began to shake, his eyes fluttering closed, and he moved his hips frantically, broken moans punctuating each thrust. This was an entirely different peak for him, evident by the tiny lights bursting at the corners of his vision, and the way his cock had begun to leak abundantly against his stomach. His body relaxed eventually, and he glanced down, writhing with the lack of relief he felt after the fact. He was still painfully, irritatingly hard.

"I don't think you're quite through yet, are you?" Festé chuckled. They had sat up, and were gazing over the fluid pooling in the elf's navel, and leaking down his groin. Their free hand had migrated to his chest, caressing it with their fingers. Their light touch only made him move his hips again weakly, an incoherent whimper falling from his lips. "Try again, love." Damned imp. "Use your words, hmm?" They reached forward, their fingers grazing his chin tenderly. "Try again," they repeated softly, "What do you need?"

Astarion pressed his hips down, panting and brushing his lips over their fingers. "Inside… you," he managed. He felt so weak, steeped in bliss and desperation all at once. "May I…?" he caught their wrist, kissing over their fingers, his thighs shaking when he tried to move.

"Of course you may," Festé nodded, withdrawing their fingers from him with care and petting over his thighs. They moved to shed their shirt and breeches rather unceremoniously before straddling the elf's hips, looking down at him while their forked tongue moved slowly over their pointed teeth. He reached down, gripping himself and pressing up to their entrance, keening when he found it deliciously wet and inviting. It took no effort to slip inside; and the tiefling chuckled through a moan, taking his hand and pressing it against their stomach. They caught his other wrist with their tail, coiling it loosely as they began to move. Astarion's breath hitched when they leaned back slightly, grinding against him each time their hips met his.

"Darling," he growled, pressing his fingers firmly into their stomach, "I'm not going to last long if you keep that u-ngh!" The elf arched off the bed, and Festé's hand tightened around his own.

"Mm… that's the point, my love. You need it, don't you? Let go, and feel through it." They sat firmly on his hips for a moment, rolling their own slowly, and he could feel himself bottoming out inside them. His eyes fixated on theirs; he was searching for something to anchor him firmly in the moment, and their gaze was magnetic. "That's it, love," they whispered, smirking and leaning forward now, planting their free hand next to his shoulder as they kept their steady pace. "It's okay, let go. Show me how it feels for you." He couldn't think nor speak, though his lips moved silently. His mind was blissfully calm when he bucked his hips up, feeling the firm slide just under his palm on their stomach. They moaned out softly, and he couldn't help but join in, twitching underneath his imp as he spilled inside them. "That's my good boy," Festé praised, raising his hand from their stomach and kissing over his palm, their movements slowing to firm grinds. "May I?" was all that they had to ask, and he was nodding vigorously, leaning up on one elbow and moving his hips firmly against theirs, his eyes half-lidded as the effort began to overstimulate him. Their peak came with a quiet groan of pleasure, smoothing their free hand up his stomach and chest. Astarion shivered at the lick of heat over his skin, never taking his eyes from the tiefling's. The pair stayed joined for several moments, each panting and grinning widely at the other. Festé moved first, carding through the elf's hair with one hand before gingerly kneeling up and promptly bursting into laughter.

Astarion sat up in an instant, concerned, until he lay eyes on the mess. The sheets, his stomach and groin, Festé's thighs, and everything in between, all sticky and completely soaked. He snorted loudly, watching his imp's chest and stomach shake with laughter. They held out their arms to him; and he moved close, wrapping himself around them fully before succumbing to his own fit, muffling the giggles against their shoulder.

"Nei… Neither of us he… held back on that one, did we?" Festé choked out, their breath coming in gasps. Finally, they took a deep breath and gave him a tight squeeze, palming slowly over his back and pecking lightly at his neck. "You did such a good job, my dearest. How do you feel?"

"Oh, simply awful, darling," he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he pulled the tiefling on top of him, laying back with a soft huff of relief. "I'm sure you can tell how dreadful I feel, can't you?" He pouted dramatically, pressing his nose to theirs and smirking.

"Good, it would seem I haven't lost my touch then." They pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and slow, drawing him all the way in once more. He smiled as their palms slid up his sides.

"Truly though, darling, that felt… unreal. Thank you for taking such excellent care of me." In more ways than one, he added silently. Gently, he moved Festé to their back, resting comfortably on top of them with a low sigh. Their hands found his hair, drawing his head to rest on their chest; and he, once again, settled into his favourite place in the world.

a/n: hello all! thank you for reading this chapter (and reading the other chapters, too hint hint wink wink), you're awesome! you rock! you matter!

i really wanted him to get some more tail action, but i think it would have been too much for the first time. however, i couldn't NOT give this man a prostate orgasm; it was a gift for all of us, truly!

see you next time! ♡♡♡

#.fic #fic: bonding. #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion acunin #astarion x tav #spawn!astarion x named!tav #bg3 astarion #astarion #i'm all pointy ears #oc: festé

[vampcubus]

𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

:ఌ¨ 𝐊𝐄𝐘 : ︎fluff — 💕 angst — 🗡 smut — 🖤

❥ 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

— to be added!

❥ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— to be added!

❥ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 & 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

— pegging vegeta + tailplay thirst 🖤

#‧₊⚰️˚⊹ navigation #vegeta masterlist #vegeta x reader #sub!vegeta #sub vegeta

[ghoulelegy]

Ghoul Elegy Masterlist

Started: 25/11/2023

Last Updated: 28/01/2024

Total Works: 13

Safe For Work

Voluntary Work - Mountain X Dew - Tumblr - AO3

A Ghoul's Sick Day - Sick Reader X Copia - Tumblr - AO3

Notes From The Greenhouse - Sick Reader X Primo - Tumblr - AO3

It Goes Down Smooth - Sick Reader X Secondo - Tumblr - AO3

When You Trans Your Gender (Transmasc Version) - Transmasc reader x Copia and Terzo - Tumblr - AO3

When You Trans Your Gender (Transfemme Version) - Transfemme reader X Copia and Terzo - Tumblr - AO3

You Will Never Walk Alone - Nonbinary Reader x Copia and Ghouls - Tumblr - AO3

In turn, you took on my fire - Aurora Ficlet - Tumblr - AO3

Headcannon collection - AO3

Booping Competition - Terzo x Omega - Tumblr

Not Safe For Work

Kinktober 2023 Series (Incomplete)

Day 1 - High Sex / Tentacles Monsterfucking - Tumblr

Day 2 - Tailplay / Quintosis - Tumblr

Ghoulettes Appreciation Week

Jan 1-6 - Start of something new / girl's night out/in

Girls just want to have fun - Cirrus x Cumulus x Aurora x Sunshine x Mist - Tumblr - AO3 - Safe For Work

Lay all your love on me - Tumblr

In the Breeze of the Autumn Leaves

Chapter 1 - Smother: - Tumblr - Ao3

#ghost the band #ghost fanfiction #masterlist #ghost band #the band ghost #band ghost

[leaftilde]

Tiefling villain working out with their (absurdly long) tail every day so it's strong enough to lift their nemeses/secret crush from the meddlesome adventurers guild helplessly into the air while they monologue.

YES very important, powerful tails are very good and we need more dominant tailplay.

[scary-mdconfessions]

oh btw the Nuzi tailplay thing with wimpering N is by me, TLF/That Luzi Freak anon.

The ask wasn't set to anon, do you want to re-send it as anon or should I just post it like this? -🌙

#TLF anon #uzi/n #// mod 🌙

[zafrinaxyz]

KiNKMAS 8 — t a i l p l a y

Ralak Sepwan x Fem!Reader

After being sent by Tonowari, you find Ralak asleep bare in his bed and grow curious

Original character / art above by @zestys-stuff 💚

✨ Reader can be Metkayina, Omatikaya or Human✨

tags: 18+ NSFW. CNC. touching/tailplay. very curious [and invasive] Reader. Bed grinding/humping + orgasm [m]

notes: for me, reader is human you already know idc idc 😂🤤 Click on the underline part of the story for an attached image!

no english, only na'vi language & it will be in bold

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinkmas m.list

✗ NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI ✗

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It was sometime in the evening, the colors in the sky slowly starting to change color. Tonowari had come to you, specifically, to seek out the towering giant. Because of course, every single one of the Sullys were too busy and unavailable to go and get him themselves. Therefore, leaving you.

You're almost to the isolated Marui, its image increasing in size as you grow closer. What if this goes wrong? What if you've made this long trip for nothing? Your nerves shooting shockwaves throughout your body as you make your way up the few stairs. Your stomach is doing backflips as you reach out to knock on the beam right next to the curtain door

At first nothing happened, but very faintly, you could kind of hear... snoring? Gently pushing aside the soft fabric, you enter

A massive, muscular teal body is splayed out on the bed, lying on his stomach, just a few feet ahead just to your right. He was facing away from you, his damp hair splayed across his shoulders with some small pieces sticking to the side of his face. His arms bent near his head, tucked under the pillow. His extremely toned back on display, rising and falling from his breathing. Eyes traveling down to his semi exposed ass, a very small blanket doing very little to cover him... with an unexpected glimpse of his heavy pair underneath. You can't help but bite your lip at the enticing sight

You tip toe closer to the bed, slowly thinking over how you were supposed to do this. Any normal person.. no.. any sane person, would have just tapped or rubbed his arm.

But before you could stop yourself, your hand is reaching for his tail. Right in the middle, as a matter of fact. You make contact, His warm skin feeling so nice under your fingers. So silky and smooth. You begin to gently stroke the muscle in a downward direction

A light moan and inhale sound from the sleeping man. You assume it must feel good, right? This must be an erogenous zone.. Guess there is only one way to find out

You grasp the appendage a little more firmly, massaging the center with deep and smooth motions. His head shifts in place, face now buried in this pillow

You are unaware, but he is becoming very aroused, growing harder the more you continue. He is having difficulty determining if this is real or not, possibly some deep fantasy that came to him in his slumber. The feeling is overwhelming. A new ache he must satisfy.. he needs more

He begins to rock his hips into the bedding, chasing the feeling of relief from his ache. The way his legs and back flex with each pull of his muscles his so perfect.. but his sudden movements startle you and you begin to pull back

"don't stop'' he instructs in his deep husky voice with a frustrated exhale. He isn't facing you.. Oh shit, was he talking to you? You couldn't tell if he was awake or not... maybe he thinks this is a dream? You reach the same spot and resume with the massaging. He groans, gripping the pillows and begins to rut a little more roughly than before

Watching him grind feverishly into the material below, chasing his high like his life depended on it... was heavenly. Who knew this specific spot could bring a tsurak-riding, bone breaking 9ft giant to whimpers and pleas? This was dangerous power to hold indeed

He was beginning to near his climax.. the tip repeatedly skimming the bed below him, drawing multiple surges of precum from the head. The drag and pull of his length doing him wonders for sensation. You move your hand and focus towards the base of his tail. His entire body tenses with pleasure-able sounds coming through

''fuck i'm so close, i'm about t-'' his words are cutoff and his grinding stops. Then he begins jerking roughly followed by struggled groans. He continued to ride through his orgasm until his movements became lazy and tiresome with heavy breaths. It was safe to say he had found his high

You stood there and watched as he tried to stabilize himself. The heat of the moment came and went, reality beginning to settle in around you. What were you doing? How were you supposed to explain all of this..

Then his voice forced you back into the present, setting every nerve you had left on fire

''Come closer where I can see you''

© zafrinaxyz 2023

#ralak smut #metkayina smut #metkayina oc smut #metkayina male oc smut #male metkayina oc smut #male metkayina smut #metkayina male smut #avatar12daysofkinkmas #avatar kinkmas #avatar kinkmas 2023 #ralak x omatikaya smut #ralak x human smut #ralak x metkayina!reader smut #ralak x metkayina smut #ralak x female reader smut #ralak x fem!reader smut #ralak x fem reader smut #avatar smutmas #avatar smutmas 2023 #ralak tail play #ralak sepwan tail play #ralak sepwan smut

[el-tur-el]

Note to self: Tailplay is popular with the girlies (gender neutral). I'm taking notes y'all.

#shut up t #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #bg3 rolan