thefinalyeehaw

[thefinalyeehaw]

"Don't you worry about a thing.... < 3" doodle.

#bg3 #haarlep

[thefinalyeehaw]

not even going anon for this. horny on main always pls. offering a lil Rolan headcanon I've been stewing on recently. I plan to make something of it eventually, but perhaps you can drabble from it now to sate me :)

Rolan is usually one to prefer softer sex - unending eye contact, kisses, more "romantic" positions.

Tav finally convinces him to take her from behind, and he's hesitant at first - until the sight of him unleashes something filthy and primal within him. It's as if he snaps, quickly shifting from slow, hesitant movements to desperate thrusts filled with raw desire. Soft kisses along her neck turn into love nips and then full on mating bites as her hips arch back into his - yeah. Just full on, animalistic urges, breathy grunts in her ear, Rolan 🥲🥵

AHHHHH making a usually soft man absolutely feral? Yes please 🥵

From Behind

It wasn’t that Tav was disappointed in her and Rolan's sex life. No it was quite the opposite actually. Rolan was a more than attentive lover, always taking into consideration Tav’s pleasure over his own. Always making sure that she reached her peak at least once before he even considered climbing towards his own.

Whilst in town one evening, shopping for a particular book, Tav had overheard a rather, intimate natured conversation that two women were whispering and giggling over.

“-from behind? And does it feel any different?”

“Oh quite! Much better if you ask me. Hits that spot almost every time.” The woman murmured to her friend whose face held utter astonishment.

“I’ll have to see if Maldor would be willing to try.”

Tav’s face blushed a deep color at the realization of just what the the two women had been chatting about. She quickly grabs what she was looking for, pays and leaves, face never changing shade from the deep flush from earlier.

Later that night, as Tav tucks into bed beside Rolan, and settles in to sleep, the wizard rolls over to pull her back against his chest like usual. Tav's breath hitches when his hips settle against her ass, her mind immediately shifting to what she had overheard at the shops.

"Are you alright?" Rolan leans up on his elbow, eyes looking over her to check for discomfort.

Tav startles at the sound of his almost gruff voice, "Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm alright."

"You're quite skittish, dear, did I do something to upset you?" the wizard gently pushes on her shoulder, getting her to roll over onto her back so he can get a good look at her face.

Her face which is flushed all over again, with eyes that are pointedly trying not to meet Rolan's.

Rolan moves his hand away from her shoulder, not wanting to cross any boundaries, even if he's unaware of any. Tav worries her bottom lip with her teeth, before meeting his concerned gaze.

"No, no you didn't do anything, my love. Just a long day is all." the lie leaves her mouth suspiciously quick, and Rolan notices the way she nervously swallows after speaking it.

"Tav, if you need your space, I am more than happy to give it to yo-"

"It's not that!" she cuts him off, "I just thought of something... specific, when you, well, you pressed against my ass."

The tiefling raises a brow at her, "What- Tav what are you talking about?" He's utterly confused at the way she's stumbling over her words over something so simple.

Tav sighs in defeat and avoids Rolan's gaze while speaking her next words, "While at the shop this evening, I overheard two women talking about their, well... intimate lives. And well, one of them mentioned how good it feels to be- well, to be taken from behind." She finishes and takes a breath before meeting his eyes once again.

"Is that something you'd like to try?" he asks so casually that it throws Tav off for a moment. Rolan was one who preferred more intimate positions, usually favoring missionary. He liked being able to watch Tav's features as they contorted with pleasure and reacted to his ministrations, liked being able to lock eyes with her as she came apart around him.

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to it, I suppose. Only if you would be okay with it of cour-mmph." Rolan's lips meet Tav's in an abrupt kiss, affectively cutting off her anxious rambling.

"I am more than willing to try this with you, dear." he mumbles between kisses, his hand beginning to roam down her side to rest on her hip.

Tav deepens the kiss, tongue darting out to meet his, her hands coming up to rest on the ridged planes of his chest. Her fingers trace over the infernal ridges, before coming up to rest on his broad shoulders. She gasps into Rolan's mouth when she feels his fingers trail down her belly, toying at the edge of her panties, before dipping inside and gathering her wetness on his middle finger.

"So wet already. Just from the thought of me fucking you." he murmurs against her jaw, kissing along the bone.

"Please-" Tav begs. For what? She's not entirely sure.

"So needy." Rolan teases as he swipes his finger in little circles around her throbbing clit. His rhythm steady, his touch light. Tav's thighs tense, then instinctively fall open a bit more, the sensation almost too much.

"Want you to come for me before I fuck you from behind, can you do that for me?" he whispers against her lips, finger dipping to her fluttering hole, wetting itself to continue circling her.

"Mmhm." Tav whines desperately, her own fingers clasping around his forearm, already climbing to her peak. It's not long before her thighs begin to shake, her core clenching as she tumbles over the ledge. She throws her head back as Rolan finally dips two of his fingers into her spasming cunt. He fucks her through her orgasm, lips pressing wet kisses to her exposed throat, whispering praises against the taut skin.

"Always so good for me. Now I want you on your knees sweetheart." He holds a hand out for her to take as she lifts to her wobbly knees. As she kneels before him, he gets into position behind her.

One clawed hand traces up Tav's spine, making it's way up to the back of her neck to grip and push her down into place. Her elbows meet the mattress. A shocked sound huffs past Tav's lips, and Rolan's hands caress over her hips, kneading the plush flesh lovingly.

He reaches down, taking his length in hand, he drags the tip through her wet folds.

"Are you ready to take me, dear?" he asks lovingly, notching his head in her entrance. Tav nods, looking back over her shoulder to meet his amber gaze.

When he pushes into her, she gasps. The head of him instantly brushing against that sweet spot nestled deep inside her. Rolan bends forward, an arm scooping around Tav's middle to pull her up against his chest. His thrusts pick up speed, his hips rutting into her frantically.

"Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like this?" he almost hisses the words. The hand wrapped around Tav, gropes at her breasts, squeezing the flesh and teasing at her peaked nipples.

"Yes yes yes." Tav chants breathily as he relentlessly pounds into her g-spot. She can feel her second orgasm building in the pit of her stomach.

"Gonna fill you up like this. Gonna fill you with my cum." Rolan groans into her neck, his free hand coming up to rest on her belly. "I'm so close."

"Come in me. Please, I wanna feel you fill me." Tav whimpers, holding onto his forearms.

With a guttural moan, Rolan releases into Tav, his seed flooding her walls being the thing that triggers her own orgasm.

Rolan thrusts a couple of more times, riding out their highs, before gently pulling out of her. He takes her into his arms, carefully laying her down to rest. Tav lays her head on his chest, making attempts to catch her breath.

"So, was it what you hoped it would be?" Rolan laughs as he tries to catch his own.

"Everything and more." Tav dopily smiles.

#bg3 #rolan x tav #bg3 rolan

[thefinalyeehaw]

Haarlep with a crush on Tav trying to figure out how to ask them out but being really awkward about it since all the Incubus really knows is seduction?

*kicks her feet in the air and fistbumps into nothing* FUCK YEAH

Well first, there was the problem of which form to pick. Haarlep had an absurd amount of variety at his disposal, covering almost all shapes and forms and genders and races. On the other hand, all Tav knew about him was his distorted version of Raphael, the shape they'd talked to and flirted with. What if they weren't really interested in him? But merely his master? What if he was just the second best thing available?

Then on the other hand, Raphael already had the crown. Tav had already joined them for dinner, smiling over the edge of their glass at Haarlep all night, eyeing him as he pranced around the room, serving them wine and delicacies. The devil had noticed, of course, smugly grinning as he watched them exchange looks. "Do feel free to visit my boudoir", Raphael had purred, "without me." And then they had done exactly that, and fucked. There really was no other way to describe it. Haarlep had utterly enjoyed their body, devoured them almost, watching them come undone for him so many times he didn't care to count. But then they'd chuckled, and brushed their thumb over his cheek before planting a gentle kiss on his mouth; not carnal at all, but tender. And in that moment, he'd been done for.

Now here he was. Unsure what to do. Overthinking.

There was no doubt he could get them scream for him, moan his name, but it wasn't what he wanted (wrong: he wanted it, of course, but he wanted something else, too). So he decided to invite them to the House of Hope first, safe territory, and if things went right, he could ask them out. Maybe.

When Tav arrived at the House of Hope, unsure why they'd been summoned again, Haarlep stood there, nervously fumbling with the set of clothes he'd "borrowed" from Raphael. Of course he'd adjusted them so he would look less like an insecure warlock and more like a confident incubus (loosening the collars, for one, and changing the fit to be slightly more... modern). When Tav strolled in, he greeted them as casually as he could muster, his voice sultry nevertheless.

"Haarlep?", Tav asked, their cute nose wrinkled in confusion. "I'm going to take you out tonight", the incubus burst out, completely unplanned and oblivious to his plan. Skipping foreplay? Amateur move. They'd say no now, of course. What a waste– "Okay", Tav beamed instead, surprised but not unhappy. "But couldn't you have picked me up? Making me come here to ask me out feels slightly..." "Dominant?" "Imprudent." Haarlep giggled, offering Tav his arm. "In that case seems like I have no choice except to.... make it up to you."

#haarlep x tav #bg3 #haarlep

[thefinalyeehaw]

If you're still interested in requests (feel free to ignore, since you've got a lot of 'em!)

How would everyone's favorite tieflings react to their Tav *not* being at the tiefling party, because they've ended up spending the night keeping the tiefling kids entertained in Mol's hideout? Celebrating with them, having fun and goofing off with the kids (and making sure Mol isn't trying to exhtort who she can, by selling firewine around the camp by doing so)

Bonus points if s/o is a bard class~

(2) Asfgghkkkl I was the ask for the s/o/Tav who spent the tiefling party just playing with the kids - I (maybe) forgot to mention that I had the idea of them doing it secretly, or like, getting stuck escorting Mol back because the kids!!! Want to see the hero too!!!

Hi Anon, thank you for the great request! This one was a blast to write and I really enjoyed it, I hope it's what you were after :)

For anyone wondering, this was the WIP referred to as 'adopting all the kids'

The bachelors finding you in the kids cave at the grove instead of at the party

General

The party was just starting to ramp up, making your rounds and catching up with everyone when you see it from the corner of your eye

A small tiefling with a cunning grin and an eye patch sitting on a rock at the edge of the clearing

Sneaking off to the edge of the firelight, with only a sideways glance from Halsin, you finally reach Mol

It really didn't take long for the girl to convince you to leave the party, her threat of upselling stolen firewine was almost enough convincing on its own

The two of you make your way back to the familiar cave that the children like to hide in, cheers being the first thing that meet your ears as Arabella and Mirkon happily rush up to you

The other children stay back but look excited in their own ways, Silfy peeking out behind a blanket wrapped around her, Mattis turning his attention towards you, and Doni letting out a small grunt in greeting

With some light begging from some of the kids (and some egging on from Mol and Mattis) it's not long before you pull out your instrument of choice and start your own party for the group of children

It might've been minutes or hours you were there, you're not sure until you're interrupted

Dammon

Dammon had no intent on going to the party, not only is he not a particularly social person but he also has an entire makeshift forge to pack down

It's when he's stuffing his things into a pack that he sees you and Mol sneaking back through the grove and into your hidey hole

At first he chalks it up to the kids shenanigans but he grows curious at the sound of music emanating from the crack in the wall

Dammon is actually pretty quiet when he starts to make his way down the very tight, very craggy tunnel

That is until he slips and slides the rest of the way down, tumbling out covered in dust and letting out a small cough

The silence is absolutely deafening

"So this is where the real party is? Hope you don't mind me... Dropping in-"

The pun was bad enough for Mol and Mattis to want to kick the blacksmith out but you're quite happy to defend him

Soon he's joined your little group of rascals and you've scrounged him up a drum and the two of you are serenading the kids with a very one of a kind concert

It's only once all of the kids have finally fallen asleep that the two of you clamber your way back out of the cave, Dammon helping to dust you off afterwards

Dammon himself is stuck thinking about how good you were with the kids and how unexpectedly nice the night was, but he knows tomorrow they all get back on the road and he might never see you again

Zevlor

Zevlor, to no one's surprise, had been standing off to the side near Halsin when you left

Ever the wallflower in social situations, he'd seen you sneaking off with Mol

Knowing how much of a handful those kids are, Zevlor decides to go find you both soon after

He's spent this whole time letting the children believe he had absolutely no idea of their secret hiding place, but Zevlor isn't blind

Zevlors careful with making his way down the rocky tunnel, listening to the music that slowly fills the air

The paladin is so quiet in his descent that no one actually realises he's there until he claps at the end of your performance

The kids are all quick to scurry away, except for Mol and Mattis, and it's up to you to try and convince them to let Zevlor stay

It takes a fair bit of convincing but it ends with the two of you regaling the kids with stories of wild adventures

Those stories include musical interludes too at the kids instance

Once all the kids have fallen asleep, curled up around each other or lying on large stones, you and Zevlor make the rounds covering them all with blankets

It's when Zevlor is helping pull you back out of the cave afterwards, feeling the warmth of your hand against his, that he realises how alive you make him feel and how effortless it is to be around you

Rolan

Rolan had spent most of the night drinking and putting on magic shows for his siblings

At some point in the night you'd come and given him applause but the next time he went to look for you, you'd already disappeared

It was Lia that pointed him in the right direction, mentioning you'd gone back to the grove

And so a tipsy, affection-starved wizard decides to stumble his way back to the grove to find you

It's both the sounds of music and the light bleeding through the cracks in the stone that draws him in

And if you think Dammons entrance was grand, Rolans is grander

Accidentally sliding down the last part like a surfer before quickly using his magic to make sure he doesn't fall flat on his face

Of the three bachelors, Rolan is the only one able to convince the kids to let him stay by himself

Showing off a little extra magic helped somewhat

It's then that the kids insist you both entertain them, putting on a join concert/magic show

For Rolan it was like Cal and Lia were little kids again, looking out at the little tiefling faces that are 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing at the magic firework displays

"Ah, my adoring crowd, if you think that was good then behold this-"

You two made a good duo, bantering between yourselves and some of the kids, and putting on a good show till the early hours of the morning

It's only when the two of you make your way back out of the cave, hauling Mols smuggled wine she was planning on upselling, that you sit at the beach and indulge in a shared bottle

It's then that Rolan looks in your eyes, smiling and fatigued, that he realises how much he wants to kiss you

Whether or not he does is something neither of you can remember in the morning

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #dammon x tav #zevlor x tav

[thefinalyeehaw]

I just imagine.... having a child with one of the tiefling bachelor's and when they start growing their horns. Just a little baby tief huffing and rubbing their sore foreheads against their dads legs to try and ease the itching feeling that would come with horns growing through their skulls, lol. Just all the mom and dad cuddles and being practiced dragged around by a little toddler for cuddling in their nest. It's just so adorable

I feel like growing in horns is a lot like kids teething, but just a bit cuter lol

Little baby tieflings just inconsolably crying one day and rubbing their hands on their heads, pulling at their own hair, just unable to talk about the discomfort. Tiefling parents pull out every trick in the book, massaging oils into their heads, cold compresses, bribery with sweets.

I do feel like when the horns start to really press under the skin that little tieflings often go through a headbutting phase, they just go around like baby rams and headbutt everything. This includes their parents legs and it's such a common thing that it's a fully expected part of raising tiefling kids.

It's only when the horns finally emerge as nubs that little tieflings usually become excited, often bragging to their friends about how cool their horns already look (despite them still being lil nubbins). Parents have to watch and make sure their kids don't touch their recently emerged horns with dirty hands too, it's easy for baby tieflings to get minor infections that cause even more trouble.

#bg3 tiefling #bg3

[thefinalyeehaw]

S/o stole their favorite tiefling bachelors shirt! How do said bachelors get it back?

I've been looking forward to writing this request for ages and as soon as I started it I got writers block, like a total chump. I did add on Rugan though so please accept that as my apology everyone! I hope you're all having a lovely valentines and staying safe <3

The bachelors (+Rugan) when you steal their shirt

Dammon

Dammon simply doesn't even try

What's the point when he thinks they look better on you than on him?

This man adores seeing you in his shirts and there's no way he's going to try and stop you wearing them

One of the best feelings for Dammon is coming in after a long day in the forge and seeing you asleep in bed wearing his shirt

He loves how the fabric hangs off you, how you smell more like him whenever you wear his clothes

It's a sight that never fails to make him pause and just admire you

Sometimes if he sees you wearing his shirt around the house he'll jokingly drape his apron over you, refering to you as the new master blacksmith

You'll often find he also likes to leave his shirts in oddly convenient places for you to 'steal'

Dammon can't get enough of you, especially when you're wearing his clothing

Zevlor

This man takes meticulous care of his belongings

He knows exactly what he owns, where it is, and what condition it's in

So when Zevlor can't seem to find his only clean shirt at the end of the week, he's more than a bit confused

You'll find him peering into your room in his shirtless glory and asking if you've seen his shirt

His words pause when he actually gets a good look at you though, seeing a greatly oversized linen shirt draped over you

Zevlor can't pull his gaze away from you and only comes back to reality when you ask what he needed

After clearing his throat, Zevlor tells you it was nothing and ducks away to find another shirt that might be passable

Discovering you stealing his shirt is almost too much for his heart to take, and his mind definitely drifts back to it throughout the day

You'll end up finding that Zevlor will offer to lend you his shirt every so often after this

Rolan

Rolan, despite how reserved and mature he comes off, is a menace in the mornings

Bleary eyed and already annoyed, he spends this particular morning desperately searching for that one shirt that best matches his work robes

That is, until you walk into the room holding a steaming hot cup of coffee and wearing a familiar starched shirt

You can see the way gears turn in his head as he realises that's where his precious clothing has gone

It's easy to make the assumption that Rolan has actually suddenly fallen ill with the way his face flushes

Not only does he suddenly feel very parched, but he also doesn't quite have the words to say for once

So instead he brusquely accuses you of stealing his favourite shirt

It's hard not to laugh at the poor man, scowling and blushing with crossed arms as he finally get the words out

Just pass him the coffee with a kiss and all will be forgiven

Rugan

This daring adventurer has come to expect things getting misplaced or stolen

What he didn't expect was for you to be the perpetrator

But there you are, standing before him in only his shirt and a tiny pair of shorts

He's all too happy to stop and admire the view, affectionately calling you 'a sight for sore eyes' as he saunters closer

Rugans hands pull you into him by the waist, leaning down slightly so he can kiss you

It's as he kisses you, passionately, that his hands slowly start to pop open the shirts buttons

It's only when you think Rugan might finally toss you onto the bed that he pulls the shirt on himself and sends you a cheeky wink

As gorgeous as you look in his clothes, Rugans an expert at getting stolen items back

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan #bg3 rugan

[thefinalyeehaw]

I have to very shamefully admit that I wouldn't mind if Zevlor managed to get me knocked up. Thoughts on gregnant Tav and him seeing his tiny babbu first time?

This has actually come up in the discord before lol

Zevlor does not believe it when Tav tells him they're pregnant. He goes through an entire identity crisis because he's going to be a father? Him??? He is the last person he thinks should be a father

Tav is there next to him with soft kisses and kind words, assuring him that he'll make an awesome dad

Halsin taught him that hold your hands under the pregnant belly thing and he does it often. Tav complaining about a sore back? He's right there to take the weight for as long as they need

back massages are definitely happening

He gets a little more protective of Tav during the pregnancy. It shows mostly through his tail, which curls around them protectively everywhere they go. And how quick he is to rest his hand on the pommel of his sword when things get tense.

During birth, Zevlor stands diligently at Tav's side to hold their hand and is a firm advocate for their needs and wants

he faints when the doctors ask if he wants to watch

Zevlor is convinced that he will hurt the newborn if he so much as breathes on them. But he really, really wants to hold them because they're so small. But he also doesn't because they're so small.

Tav has to push him in a chair and gently guide his arms to hold the little baby

He melts instantly. He is now one with the chair, gently supporting the little baby as Tav goes off to shower. When Tav comes back he has fallen asleep sitting up, the baby still carefully cradled in his arms, now asleep as well

He is now very confident he can hold the little one and does so often. It's not even a "if Tav needs a break", Tav doesn't get to a point they need a break because he's right there with them, helping with everything

he gets one of those baby slings so in the morning he can make breakfast while Tav is still asleep and watch the baby at the same time (yes he wakes Tav up to breakfast)

pregnancy glow? nah, Zevlor gets a whole-ass fatherhood glow. He's just beaming every single day, showing off his baby to everyone and praising Tav about being so wonderful and amazing and how he loves them so much

#bg3 zevlor #zevlor x tav #bg3

[thefinalyeehaw]

Soft zevlor x tav headcanons

Dude melted the moment he saw Tav enter the fray at the gate. Immediate heart pounding, who are they, why do they care? ("Show some respect! That is the woman/man/person that just saved your pathetic life!")

I've seen people mention it, and it's true: zevlor slouches when he's speaking to Tav but stands straight all other times. This means one of two things. He's either so relieved at the sense of safety they bring that he relaxes and allows himself to be tired, oooor he's incredibly nervous around them because THEY'RE JUST SO PRETTY.

My guy is 100% an acts of service and words of affirmation kind of lover, but he loves physical touch too. This unfortunately leads to arguments if tav is also the acts of service type.

They're born from love and worry though. ("What were you thinking? You could have been killed! And for what? For me?! You're far more important than me!" Trope anyone?)

Zev is sleeeeepy. Not like as a disposition but because he owes a massive sleep debt that he'll never be able to repay. Often finds himself waking up with his head in Tavs lap after falling asleep somewhere random.

Motherfucker PINES for tav. So in love, so unworthy, so desperate to protect, so unable to do anything. He's a hopeless romantic mess about them.

And once the relationship is established? Oh it gets SO much worse.

Remember that Zev carries a crushing amount of guilt and self-hatred. This leads to nights crying by Tavs side and begging them to tell him why, why? You could have anyone why him?

He has insomnia. He spends nights awake guarding his precious tav, his new oath.

This man gives the most hand-on-the-small-of-you-back energy. Anywhere, any time, for no reason at all.

Is definitely the type who would offer tav his hand to help them down the stairs even thought they clearly don't need it.

Loves brushing tavs hair, speaking gently to them about the future, the past, everything and nothing at all.

Goes without saying he is definitely the "shield your body with my own" type. Poor baby.

Guy proposes so fast. Like 2 months in and he's bought the ring and is waiting to pop the question. It's not a rush thing so much as he's just so SURE it's forever.

And last but certainly not least? Little spoon. Period.

#bg3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x tav

[thefinalyeehaw]

i need a professionals opinion. Who do you think has the biggest dick in bg3? This is for science of course.

A professionals *cackles* (ᗒᗜᗕ)!!! I don’t know about all that babes, but thank you for that!!

Let’s see, according to my calculations the answer would be………….

⋆˙⟡♡ Zevlor ♡⟡˙⋆

♡ The man just screams big dick energy. Like you can hear that scream on the other side of the planet.

I fully believe Zevlor’s cock is the largest, the man could easily destroy your gummy insides and because he’s so large you’d almost always see the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.

It would definitely hurt at first, maybe always in the start with the first few thrusts but he’d make sure he takes his time so you can grow accustomed to his sheer size.

If you beg, plead for him to not be gentle then the man may comply and destroy your insides along with breaking the bed in the process… I’m here to tell you that you won’t be able to walk right after.

You can feel his cock kiss your cervix each time he sheathes himself fully inside you, your poor cervix is going to be bruised. Not only that but you will get cramps from it time to time, he can’t help it though (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) he’s just naturally big.

#bg3 #zevlor x tav #bg3 zevlor

[thefinalyeehaw]

Oh, I gotchu @cute-angi and @fabimaou 😏❤️

But, Raphael Wants Something More

*Raphael X GN Tav

*WARNINGS: Raphael being true to his nature, Haarlep being a sour cream, and Tav giving off INT 8 vibes. Also somehow mature and suggestive, very suggestive. With swearing. MINORS DNI

Tav Just Wants Chocolate ( Part 1 )

***

A week!

A fucking week had gone by and still, the tadpoled mortal refused to eat a single piece of the exquisite confectionery that he had gone out of his own way to send.

"Master, it's only chocolate," Haarlep attempted to soothe Raphael's tempestuous anger, but his efforts fell short. Narrowly dodging a projectile paintbrush, the Incubus sighed and spoke as calmly as he could, “Should we be unreasonable over a single piece of -”

“Get out of my sight.” The Devil’s low and yet dangerously calm voice was enough for the Incubus to leave the Boudoir.

On his way out, he was greeted by his Warlock, Korrilla, who was concerned about her Patron’s well-being.

“How is he?”

“Who? The brat?”

“Haarlep, I want you to see sense.” The Dwarven Warlock sighed. “This is no mere mortal. They are Raphael’s favorite. His most cherished one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve always been used to being the one who is the most cherished.”

“Yes, but you are never his favorite.”

The mirth instantly vanished from the Incubus’ eyes and mouth. “You’re no fun.” The creature then projected the most displeased and unsatisfied look and sauntered his way toward the dining area, probably searching for a soul to take his frustrations out on.

Ignoring the Incubus’ petty reaction, Korrilla, ever the cautious creature, made her way toward the threshold of the Boudoir, anxious to see how her Patron was holding up. She found him near the balcony, working on a painting, ever the image of immaculate perfection and destructive wrath.

“You can call on me if you need anything, Boss.” The Warlock quietly said, to only be regarded with silence. The Devil continued his work as if no soul existed within his vicinity.

The Warlock bowed and left the Devil with his work.

Raphael, on the other hand, had no thoughts aside from that damned mortal.

How could they not get his hints?! How could they be so blatantly stupid?! He must’ve made a mistake. He mustn’t have trusted them with the task of retrieving the Crown -!

“WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS?!” A voice so annoyingly familiar, and yet so achingly beautiful, assaulted the Devil’s eardrums like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, compelling him to turn toward the direction.

And sure enough, there, sitting on the table next to his massive bed like an antique decoration, wearing a reaction so unbecoming and hilarious, it took Raphael’s entire prowess to prevent himself from roaring in laughter, was the mortal itself.

Dressed in nothing but silks tied together with gold bands, leaving nothing to the imagination.

And on their fingers was a single piece of the accursed chocolate that Raphael sent over an entire week ago, their lower lip stained with the confectionery after indulging in a single bite.

Of all the places they could appear, it had to be on one of his tables…

“GODS!” Tav screeched like a bat and covered their upper body when they realized that the Devil’s eyes were drawn to their clothes or almost a lack thereof. “Keep your eyes to yourself, Devil!”

“I didn’t expect my esteemed guest to be so… modest… despite their… ample generosity.”

“Forget modest. You did something to those chocolates!”

"Yet you dared to indulge, despite the forewarning, did you not, little mouse?”

Tav didn’t have an answer. Instead, they swallowed the piece of chocolate that was stuck in their mouth when they were suddenly transported from the Elfsong Tavern to none other than the House of Hope itself, where Raphael proudly resided.

It tasted so damn good.

With a smug and satisfied smile, the Devil walked over to Tav’s side and offered them a hand to help them get down from the table. And with a snap of his fingers, an exquisite robe made of gold-colored silk appeared on his hands. He politely covered Tav’s body with it and took their hand, spinning them elegantly as if in a dance.

Hiding their smile, Tav said, “Must you always be this entertaining?”

Still seeing the mortal’s reaction anyway, Raphael leaned down and whispered in their ear, “I can provide more than just… entertainment… my dear.”

And once again, like what happened in the Circus of The Last Days, the Devil need not emphasize the suggestion further.

Feeling that, perhaps, the heat was too much for their body, Tav looked around the room, looking for something to distract them with, until their eyes landed on the painting that Raphael was working on before they arrived.

“Did you paint this?” Raphael felt the mortal slip through his grasp like water, drifting away from him. He knew the effect he had on them, he knew they were only denying the feeling.

No matter. I love a good challenge. “Indeed.”

Tav gave him a look of utter disapproval. “I don’t like it.”

How could he blame their simple-mindedness? After all, the painting depicted a war so violent and bloody, that he was certain it was not at all for the faint of heart.

“I would not expect you to.” With a snap of his fingers, the painting itself and his art materials vanished into thin air, to be replaced with a table and two chairs for each of them. Helping Tav to sit on one of the chairs, he added, “You sure took your sweet time. Now, tell me…

“...what took you so long?”

Tav bit their lower lip. They expected the Devil to demand some answers. After all, they did take a week to finally answer his call. And they would be more than happy to provide him with those answers! Only that…

“It was Astarion.”

“Come again?”

“Astarion ate the chocolates while I was out investigating Felorgyr.” The Devil was dumbfounded. Nevertheless, he allowed them to continue. “Then, seeing Astarion enjoying himself, the others joined as well.”

“They… ate the entire box?”

“The Owlbear cub, who was worried about the frenzy that’s overtaking my companions, tried to snatch the box and save them.”

“The… Owlbear cub…”

“And Scratch. By the time I got back, there was nothing left, except a tiny piece of chocolate. Which -” Wait, there was more -?! “...I hid in my pocket for an entire week.”

“You… hid the chocolate…”

“Y-yes.” The mortal answered, becoming more and more nervous as Raphael’s expression started getting darker and darker. “I only realized I still had it until earlier when we got back from the Iron Throne, and -” AND?! “ …almost dropped it into the deep ocean.”

Tav, upon finishing their ridiculous story, smiled at the Devil, expecting him to believe the tale. However, he remained silent, his expression grave.

They cleared their throat and shifted uncomfortably on their chair. “Well, I still ate it, so…

“I guess you want something from me in return, then?”

“I have never met a mortal so utterly stupid and -”

“I get it! I get it! I’m sorry! Look, I -”

“ …awfully dense. I should have sold your soul for a pocketful of beans instead. Then, your pitiful self might have proven to be more useful!”

“I said I’m sorry!” Tav blurted out, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “Look, I should have eaten it right away to not keep you waiting and -”

However, they were interrupted as the Devil let out a low laugh that sounded more like a rumble. It gradually turned more maniacal and louder, filling the entire room, and almost urging them to grab the nearest object they could find to hit his head with just in case things get worse.

But… it didn’t.

He was just… happy?

“R-raphael? Do you -?” Tav asked, taking great caution to not fully anger the Devil.

“Indeed, I do want something in return, little mouse. But first,” Raphael reached out his hand toward Tav’s face, and wiped the chocolate stain off their plump lips with his thumb, to their surprise. He raised his thumb to his own lips and started licking it, his eyes never leaving Tav’s, the slightest movements of his tongue very suggestive. “Exquisite, isn’t it? There are none like this in the entire Sword Coast. It would be a shame to see it go to waste.”

“It is.” Tav answered, their eyes ever so drawn to Raphael’s suave movements as he grabbed his own chair and sat next to her. “Where did you get them?”

“The question is not where, but how, my dear little mouse.”

The Devil snapped his fingers once more, and another box of chocolates suddenly appeared out of thin air. But this time, it contained more strange-shaped, different-colored treats, all made of chocolate mixed with various, exotic ingredients.

Tav’s eyes widened in delight, and it pleased Raphael.

“The ones I sent you, which were ungratefully devoured by your friends, were mere prototypes.” Raphael explained, grabbing a red-colored piece from the open box. “I strive to create the perfect treat that reflects each creature’s personality.”

“You mean… you created them yourself?”

“This is but one of my pet passions.”

“That’s amazing!”

There was no malice in Tav’s compliment. Raphael knew that whatever came out of their lips was genuine, whether it be fear or loathing, or sadness or bliss.

And maybe more.

He would soon find out.

“Now, I want you to do something for me.” The Devil said, offering the box of treats to Tav. “I want you to choose a piece of chocolate that… best describes who you are, or how you feel at the moment.”

The mortal looked down at the many pieces inside the elegant box, concentrating hard on each shape and color, until a particular one caught their eye and, surprisingly, instinct. Reaching out, Tav carefully picked up the chocolate that resonated with them the most.

Raphael hummed in delight. The piece they chose, it was…

“Now, I want you to taste it.”

With complete trust in Raphael, Tav raised the small chocolate to their lips and put it in their mouth.

This taste! It was -

But even before Tav could utter a single word, the Devil pulled their body close to his, his lips crashing against theirs, their mouth locked in a kiss so passionate, they felt their entire world spin around them.

Raphael’s hunch was right all along. And as his mouth moved expertly on theirs, he remembered all the times he almost lost himself in their presence.

How they gingerly took food from his table the first day they met…

How they begged him to help Astarion with his scars…

How they stood up to him and declared how they would even sell their soul to save everyone…

The way those children flocked around her like sheep…

The way they reacted upon seeing the moldy button in their coin purse…

The way they sat on his table…

Their bravery…

Their defiance…

Their softness…

Their bright smile…

Their huge, curious, eyes…

Their musical laughter…

And now, the way they melted in his arms as one of his hands held their head and one of them moved to one of their thighs, urging their legs to part for him…

That piece of chocolate they chose…

… it tasted like cherries.

“Do you want me to stop?” His own rugged voice sounded too foreign to his ears. Tav sounded as though they were almost whining, so he needed to make sure they wanted the same thing as him. They needed only to say the word, and he would stop and forget that this ever happened. He would go on alone, as he always did, and wait until the day he receives the Crown. He would bury the memory of this sweet, innocent mortal deep within his memories and pledge to shape himself into the most frightening Archdevil Supreme.

One word, that’s all he needed.

And he’ll stop…

“No! Please…”

“Please what?” Raphael asked, feeling the cherry-flavored chocolate melt on both their mouths.

“Please, don’t stop…”

It was all he needed to hear.

Pulling Tav’s body closer to his until there were no spaces left, he teased her mouth to open up for him with his tongue, waiting for their permission. Tav parted their lips and felt their whole world crumble all around them in the name of passion. The Devil invaded them entirely, his tongue conquering theirs. And while he dominated them, his hand glided against their smooth skin, higher up their thigh until he reached the part where they ached and heated up the most.

Raphael felt so drunk on them, his moans, along with theirs, joining in a most heated chorus. He felt his control slowly dissipating, his longing and hunger taking hold of his entire body.

And before he completely lost all his senses, he stopped and locked Tav in an embrace. The feeling was so intimate, he was sure he felt both their hearts beating with the same rhythm.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Raphael tilted their chin upwards, urging them to meet his gaze. And in Tav’s eyes, he found only passion, and desire, and something he couldn’t quite explain.

It made his heart melt.

“Unfortunately, you did not eat the entire set I sent you. So, you only get a kiss.” Seeing the pout and visible disappointment on Tav’s face, he laughed and planted a chaste kiss on their forehead. “We would have more time for each other in the future. I promise.”

“Devils don’t make promises.” Tav muttered, leaning against Raphael’s chest.

“Indeed, we don’t. We only make fair deals.”

“Right. The Crown.”

“Yes, my thoughts exactly.”

After a few more minutes of intimacy, Raphael, against his wishes, made a portal for Tav so they could go back. Oh, they would soon be back, he would make sure of it. After all, he knew how to find them.

Raphael was a very patient man. He could wait, and he would do it for as long as he could. For as long as he needed.

He would soon have the Crown of Karsus, and only then could he finally claim Tav as his own. But for now, he must control himself. He must be more patient.

With a smile on his face, he snapped his fingers and a canvass appeared before him.

Thinking of how his dear little mouse landed on his table, he felt inspired to paint. And Raphael was sure his work would not turn out violent and bloody this time.

***

#bg3 raphael #bg3 raphael x tav #bg3 #raphael x tav

[thefinalyeehaw]

I can't stop myself because this tiefling has taken over my damn life. Here we go again!

Romantic Rolan Headcanons

Gods, he is so unbelievably nervous when it comes to the romance aspect of dating, but he hides it behind of facade of confidence. He's master of the tower now, he has everything that his partner could possibly want; why doesn't it ever feel like enough?

In the beginning, he overcompensates in fear of messing up everything about the relationship. Lavish gifts, expensive dates, the whole nine yards with his newfound wealth he gained from the tower. It's a bit uncanny.

In all honestly, he figures his partner wants "The Master of Ramazith's Tower", not him. Rolan is a flawed creature who has piles of constant mistakes weighing on him; an utter, helpless fool. Why would anyone want that? No one has ever wanted him before, why now?

When Rolan realizes his partner seems confused and maybe put off by the facade, he thinks the worst things possible. Do they not desire him? Did he already mess things up so early into the relationship? Can he salvage this? Did they fall out of love?

In the beginning, he's not great at communication. It's horrid, even. He doesn't know how to verbalize how he's feeling. His partner would have to teach him as they sit down and talk about this facade he's put up. It will take a while, but they eventually will get his walls down.

I think his love language is complex, but in simpler terms, Quality Time is where I think he leans towards the most. Sitting with them as they read books, reading to them as they settle in bed, going on night walks if nightmares are haunting him, or something as simple as cuddling after a long day. One his absolute favorites is bathing together; the domestic intimacy of it all makes him feel loved and relaxed, especially if his lover washes his hair for him.

He's not the biggest fan of public display of affection, he gets bashful so easily. He'll outright refuse it if his partner tries. He prefers all of it to stay in the private setting. That doesn't stop his tail from winding itself around his lovers leg, though!

While it will take him some time, what ends up being one of his favorite things is eye contact. At first, he couldn't meet them in the eyes at all during vulnerable moments. It was too much. But the first time he finally holds their look properly, he's memorized. There is so much love in their stare, it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with joy, and he's never been that flustered again.

He'll shout to the ends of Faerun that he's not cuddly but he is a liar. Every night, without fail, he'll at least a hand somewhere on his partner. By the time morning comes, their limbs are tangled with his and he has his face buried in their neck or chest.

Despite Cal being the main chef in the tower, Rolan does know how to cook! Any meal his partner wants, he will make, no question. He would love cooking even more if his partner joined and helped him out. He even has a mental list of all his partners comfort foods, so he can make them whenever they're sick or having a rough day. They wouldn't even have to ask for it, it's sitting in the kitchen already done.

He doesn't like being too vulnerable, so he's mortified when his partner has to shake him out of a nightmare for the first time. He's shaking, sweating, and apologizing. He's scared they'll see him as some weak, fragile thing. But all they do is stay up with him until his racing heart calms down and talk to him. It can be discussed in the morning.

He plans the most wonderful dates! Everything is scheduled in a timely matter every time, and he presents a gift at the beginning of the date every time. Sometimes small, sometimes extravagant if it's a special night. He gets gifts based purely on what he knows about his partner; favorite books, food, drinks, flowers, an outfit they were eyeing a few days ago, he'll get it no matter the cost.

I don't see Rolan as a man who uses a lot of pet names, but I can see him using terms along the lines of "my love" or "dearest". If his partner uses pet names with him though, he wouldn't mind it, just as long as it was in a private setting.

He has the absolute sweetest, longing stare. It can be quite obvious how much he's pining after his partner if you know what to look for. His tail gives so much away, with the way it flicks happily if they come over to kiss him. These stares hold on much longer after he gets himself comfortable with eye contact.

(NSFW Headcanons will be coming next! If you all have your own romantic headcanons for Rolan, please share! I would love to hear them!)

#bg3 rolan #rolan x tav

[thefinalyeehaw]

Who doesn't like chocolate, right?

But, what if it came from the Devil?

Tav Just Wants Chocolate

*Raphael X GN Tav

*WARNINGS: Just Raphael being true to his nature.

***

Of all the places Raphael could find them, he had to see them there.

Not that going or shopping there was wrong in itself, no.

It’s just that…

… the children.

“No, you’ve just had your fourth candy.” Tav scolded one of the brats, who was bugging them for another treat.

“Me, too!”

“I want one, too!”

“What about me?”

The adventurer clapped their hands twice like a school teacher to get the attention of the smaller, smelly creatures, who flocked to them like the pestilence. “Alright, I’m going to buy everyone a piece each, but you’ll have to be good, well-behaved children for me and go back to the settlement after. Deal?”

"I had always fancied myself as the sole purveyor of enticing offers, yet here I find myself pleasantly surprised to encounter another adept in the art of bargaining."

The poor children, upon noticing the presence of the Devil disguised as a gentleman, scurried away back to their nest like putrid, plague-carrying rats.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“You’re too late then, little mouse.”

Tav gave Raphael a look that was akin to a wife scolding a husband who just dropped the most unflattering joke in all of Faerûn.

Masterfully concealing his amusement, Raphael followed the unknowing mortal toward one of the Circus’ more popular stalls. The one being tended by a Kobold named Popper.

“Treato?” The bubbly sales creature offered his goods.

Tav hummed, trying their best to ignore the intense stare the Devil was giving them. “How much for one of those little chocolate bars? No… more importantly, how did you get them this time?”

“So, a Bard and a Wizard met at dawn -”

“No, nevermind. How much?”

“Twenty gold coins apiece.”

“Twenty?! I -”

Raphael covered his mouth with his hand, struggling to control his mirth toward Tav’s reaction.

The poor adventurer grabbed their coin purse from one of their pockets, searching for the payment, but found only six gold coins, a pink button, a few pieces of Owlbear eggshell, and lint.

"Ah, behold the lamentable plight of a tadpoled mortal, who, despite their deepest yearnings, find themselves bereft of even a solitary indulgence in sweet confectionery." Raphael recited, almost like a Bard singing a very sad song. “Perhaps your misfortune would make a very good stage play, yes?”

“Oh, shut up, will you?” Tav pouted, walking away from both Raphael, whose insulting smile extended from ear to ear, and Popper, who began scratching an invisible itch on its head. They rolled their eyes and shook their head upon realizing that the Devil has followed them, a noticeable spring on each of his crisp steps, as if his very movement itself insulted their misfortune. “You sure are in a good mood today, Raphael.”

“I am always a very amiable man. I’m certain I need not remind you.”

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the Devil’s Den?”

“I go where there is potential prey.”

“So I am the prey?”

“Do not assume. It is someone who is far more interesting than you.”

“Oh.” As much as they hated to admit it, Tav felt a twinge in their heart at Raphael's words. “Well, get them. And please stop bothering me.”

And the Devil, on the other hand, found the mortal’s reaction to his farce very amusing.

Admittedly, he was bored. It was taking a very long time for the mortal to fulfill their end of the bargain by giving him the Crown, and the city was quiet and peaceful. Too peaceful for his taste, in fact, that he sometimes wondered if he slipped through a different plane of Faerûn where there was no conflict, and that the deal and everything around it were merely lies.

And so, he wandered about, following the all-too-familiar scent of his favorite mortal, and found them in the act of feeding a small group of children who most probably reside within the settlement of the refugees. In that very act, Raphael sensed something strange, something he couldn’t quite explain. The way they interacted with the little ones, and how they placed their complete trust in them... it stirred an unwelcome feeling within the Devil, bubbling to the surface of his emotions in an unusual manner, reminding him of a sentiment he had long buried in contempt within the recesses of his consciousness.

Fairly speaking, Raphael pondered if perhaps he was akin to those little ones, ever drawn closer and closer to the mortal, devising schemes and deceits to attain his desires through them—the Crown of Karsus, his own sweet confectionery.

And to give when they have little left! Such a noble feat. Such a stupid, pointless move. It reminded Raphael of the very words the mortal told them the day they signed the contract.

“If it means saving everyone in the city and freeing the Gith savior, then yes, I'd even offer my soul, Devil," they boldly declared, chin up, head held high, and fists clenched. Despite their brave facade, he sensed their fear; it was palpable, and oh so delicious.

Very, very… delicious…

Watching Tav closely as they navigated the Circus of The Last Days, he pondered whether to snatch them and bring them to his House of Hope—either to torture them until they screamed or to silence that delectable mouth of theirs with his and mark them as his forevermore. Either way, he knew the mortal's throat would be so hoarse, they wouldn't be able to utter a single word to save themselves.

But, no, Raphael would not do either. The Crown comes first. After that, well…

“You are somehow good with bargains. You should have haggled with the creature.” the Devil suggested, making sure the tone of his voice was that of mere curiosity and amusement.

Tav looked back at Raphael, a single eyebrow raised and a playful smirk on their lips. It somehow edged the Devil to think back on his latter option. “Somehow?”

“I think we’re both clear on who among us is the better peddler of deals here, my dear.”

“I just want a piece of something sweet, is all.” Tav admitted, waiting for Raphael to catch up and walking alongside him at last. “I almost forgot I’ve bought Wyll and Gale some new gear. And Astarion wanted those fancy boots.

“I practically already splurged almost everything on them.”

“Not everything, you still have six gold coins! And a moldy button! Imagine what you could spend with those…”

The laughter that escaped Tav’s lips sounded so musical and graceful to Raphael's ears that he was sure he popped a vein trying to stop himself from abducting them right then and there and acting upon one of his choices—the more pleasurable one, that is.

“You never fail to entertain me, Devil.”

“I am known to offer entertainment, little mouse.” He need not emphasize the suggestion further.

The mortal cleared their throat, shaking away the slight feeling of awkwardness that suddenly grew between them and Raphael. Along with the heat that they could feel between their legs. “You can just buy me one, if you like.”

“Another button?” And there it was again, Tav’s musical and graceful laughter. Raphael vowed to put that voice of theirs to good use one of these days. “I am a most generous man. Of course, I would buy you as much chocolate as you like, my dear.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Nothing!”

Tav raised an eyebrow once more. And with a smile so infectious, they brushed off some non-existent dust off Raphael’s shoulder and said, “You’re lying. I know you want something.”

And with that, Tav left Raphael and went back to the Elfsong Tavern without chocolates.

***

Tav was greeted with a commotion the moment she went back to their rooms. The moment their companions noticed their presence, they parted a way for them, revealing a most handsome and expensive looking box made of a deep red velvet, tied with a ribbon as black as the night, sitting on top of a table next to Tav’s bed.

“It might be poisoned, that’s all I’m saying.” Gale spoke, his eyes saying otherwise.

“Forget poisoned. It must be a trap!” Karlach screamed, her grip on her weapon tightening a bit more intensely.

“It’s just chocolate! Why is everyone acting all dramatic with this?” Astarion argued.

“Wait, chocolate?” Tav grabbed the box and noticed a little note tucked neatly beneath the knotnof the huge bow.

“Yes! Do you know who sent that?” Shadowheart asked as if the innocent gift itself was sent by a creep. Or an old, rich noble who had nothing better to do with their time and money.

Tav need not answer the question. Taking the note, the air around them was suddenly filled with a familiar scent - palmarosa and pepper.

“I got this, don’t worry.” Tav smiled at their companions, wanting to ease the tense atmosphere.

“Are you sure?” Wyll asked, ever so cautious.

“Yes! Now, go back to your businesses. I have some unpacking to do.”

With shaking heads and confused minds, Tav’s companions went back to their own personal corners in the massive room.

And Tav? Well…

With an excited leap, they took the box and sat on their bed. Carefully untying the ribbon, they opened the gift and revealed the most exquisite looking set of expensive chocolates in all shapes and colors.

And when they read the note, they smiled and giggled like a giddy teenager.

Yes, I do want something.

If you agree, take a bite.

R.

***

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 #bg3 raphael x tav

[thefinalyeehaw]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush telling him that they're glad they had a chance to meet him despite everything they have went through? They also mentioned how they would have never met him if everything (the plot itself 😂) didn't happen!

my most gorgeous anon you certainly may!!

Astarion

Laughs, but not at you. At the situation - this whole thing, mindflayers and all, has been ridiculous.

But he takes your hand in his and holds it, looking into your eyes with a depth of sweetness you don’t often see.

“Me too, my darling. I’m glad for every blood-drenched moment of it… though maybe I’d appreciate not sleeping on ground so much.”

You open your mouth to bicker back, but he captures your lips in a kiss instead, and rests his forehead against yours after.

You know he’s happy it happened, too.

Gale

You whisper this to him in an intimate moment, cuddled up together on his bedroll.

He pulls back to look at you, studies your face to see if you’re being sincere.

Wipes some hair from your face, softly. He speaks with such reverie it is as if he is making a vow.

“I’d do it all again, my heart. Every wretched second of it, if it meant you would be waiting for me at the end.”

Kisses you deeply, and the two of you know that you need no more words for now.

Wyll

Takes your hand and holds it to his heart. Lets you feel the way that it beats

”My darling, if I had a choice, I’d never wish this upon you. I’d hope for a kinder life where we discovered each other in a time of peace, where I could court you properly, like you deserve. But seeing as we cannot change the past… I can only be glad we went through this, and that I had the opportunity to meet you.”

Kisses you so sweetly, and through that kiss you know he means every word he says.

Halsin

Holds you ever so tightly.

“My heart. Nature has created many great marvels, but none that could possibly rival you. If I could spare you from the path you’ve been made to tread, I wish I could say that I would… but I would never give up the chance to meet you.”

Buries his lips against your hair, whispers his adorations to you.

Lets you know that you are the most treasured thing in his heart, and he’d change nothing on his path to meet you either.

Dammon

Puts down his forge hammer, turns to you with the softest look in his eyes.

Takes a moment to wipe his hands before he takes yours.

”I’m so glad that I met you, too. This path has been treacherous but I can’t regret a single footstep.”

Kisses you so sweetly. You know he will help protect you for every step forwards, too.

Rolan

Pretends that he thinks you’re being overly sentimental and maudlin, but you can see the way he smiles.

“Well, I’m not sure I would do it all again… but I’m glad that you would…”

You harrumph and he pulls you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours.

“I am happy that I met you though, my light.”

Zevlor

He takes a moment to digest this confession.

Kisses you deeply, caresses your face with his battle-callused hands.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he tells you, voice thick with emotion.

You stand there, basking in the other’s love, happy.

#zevlor x reader #zevlor x tav #dammon x tav #rolan x tav #gale dekarios #asterion #halsin #wyll ravengard

[thefinalyeehaw]

You come across a family on your hike

[thefinalyeehaw]

Please more dirty confession

⋆˙⟡♡: *𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡* 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐭…

⋆˚࿔ Zevlor 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ & ⋆˚࿔ Haarlep 𝜗𝜚˚⋆: love imaging that Haarlep’s & Zevlor’s cum runs much hotter than an average human's, that you can feel the heat from them spread throughout your entire body from their thick cocks inside of you to their cum being thrusted into your welcoming womb. Every time they paint your gummy walls white, it always feels so warm, as if you’ll melt into them.

⋆˚࿔ Zevlor 𝜗𝜚˚⋆: The thought of Zevlor’s knot being so large it stretches your cunt to its limit. All you can do is sit there in his lap, clinging to him, your nails biting into his skin as you try with all your might to hold back a pained whimper. His arms wrapped around you as he places tender kisses along your shoulder. He’s already lodged within you, unable to pull out because his knot has swelled to its maximum size. A part of him feels bad, that you’re forced to stay there with him, trapped on his cock as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, but hells you feel so good wrapped tightly around him.

⋆˚࿔ Haarlep 𝜗𝜚˚⋆: The thought of Haarlep’s cock throbbing as they cum, how that veiny cock of his grows a fat and meaty knot at the base of him that locks their cock inside of you. Creating a beautiful seal so that their potent, milky, seed is sure to impregnate you. You can feel Haarlep thrusting, fucking, claiming every part of your body and soul as that gorgeous knot forces you to accommodate its sheer size. And by the gods can you feel it every time Haarlep’s pointed tip kisses your cervix, knocking against it for entrance.

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[thefinalyeehaw]

practice

#bg3 #haarlep

[thefinalyeehaw]

reflection

a small helping of psychosexual fluff featuring my Tav (Eris) and the devil she knows.

Her hair is too long, yes – but perhaps the perfect length for this purpose. A murmured incantation coats her hand with sweet-smelling oil, and she slicks her short-but-unruly blue-grey locks back loosely in an imitation of Raphael’s own coiffure. His hissed exhale is audible, and she stifles a grin, softening it into a smirk so very much like the one he often wears.

“Do you like it?”

His jaw clenches and she watches a vein in his neck pulse.

“Yes.”

tags: femdom, roleplay, degradation, very light genderplay, oral sex, mention of pegging, the usual light foot stuff you know me for

Eris had worn her hair much longer when she was younger. Blue locks hung down past her shoulder blades at one time; she'd pull it up into a messy bun or plait it when active. Pain in the ass to maintain, honestly. On her twenty-seventh birthday she’d cut it into a wavy pixie. It suits her, she thinks. Easy, no fuss. Painless in the bath, too – long hair she’d have to tie up to use the boudoir’s vast, gaudy pool, but now she leans her head back comfortably against Raphael’s damp bicep, his arm laid out casually behind her, and doesn’t worry about getting her short hair wet. 

It's verging on too long, now, though. Tickles the nape of her neck in the worst way. Needs to be cut every two months or so, which is annoying, but at least it doesn’t take long to snip back into shape. She’ll do it when she returns to Baldur’s Gate tomorrow after finishing up her weekend stay at the House of Hope.

Eris pecks Raphael on the cheek – cherishing the ensuing slight upward quirk of his mouth – and climbs out of the pool, grabbing a soft towel from nearby to dry off. She’ll spend an hour or two curled up with a book while he lounges and casually carries out some revisioning work.

He pays her no mind as she busies herself with redressing, choosing to spread his other arm along the rim of the pool and lean his head back into a tasseled pillow, eyes closing in contentment. Satisfied as a cat; regal as a king.

Eris doesn't reach for her own tunic. Instead she pulls Raphael’s crisp, clean white shirt from the neat pile of their clothing on the plush chair next to the wardrobe and slides her arms into the sleeves, buttoning it up halfway and wearing nothing underneath. He likes this look on her, of course – what manner of man wouldn’t enjoy seeing his lover in his clothing? A mark of possession; a claim; a deed of ownership. Not that Raphael would ever assume to own her, of course; she’s long refused his offer to make her his consort, and estimates said offer isn’t up for review for at least another few years (lest he incur her wrath).

Something pushes her to pick up and don his doublet, too. With an ego the size of his, certainly he’ll delight in seeing both layers on her form. It's not just for him, either; Raphael’s overwhelming scent, sweet and smoldering, always stirs her – not that she's trying to be a fucking weirdo about it, but it is what it is – and she pulls the thick material closer, inhaling him.

The sloshing sounds of the water alert her to the man's presence nearing her, and Eris soon feels the heated press of his body at her back.

“Well, well. I have to commend you on your choice of attire.”

She leans her head back against his shoulder and smiles. “Perhaps you're rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, I have before, and I will again.” The double meaning in Raphael’s words is clear as he presses his naked hips against her rear and inclines his head to mouth at her neck, moving the high collars on the shirt and doublet out of the way. “I can be very persuasive.”

“Don’t I know it, with that sinful voice of yours. What was the line, again – oh, I remember –”

Eris turns in the devil’s arms to face him. 

“The mouse smiled brightly; it outfoxed the cat!” She pitches her voice a bit lower for the next line, remembering Raphael’s seductive, lilting delivery from their first meeting. “Then down came the claw; and that, love –” 

She leans in to kiss him lightly on the mouth, but he grips her hips with a bit more enthusiasm than she'd been expecting and groans softly at the press of her lips, opening his own underneath them. Eager tongue meets eager tongue and it's clear Eris’s earlier hypothesis on his opinion was well-founded.

“Ohhh,” she purrs as they part. “Do I make a fine enough Archdevil Supreme, devil mine?”

“Second only to the real thing,” he rumbles, sliding a hand beneath his unbuttoned white shirt inside the doublet she now wears to shamelessly grope at her breast.

“Haarlep will be terribly disappointed to hear that.”

“Haarlep isn't here. And what a gift that is.”

“Shall I continue, then? Model the rest of your handsome ensemble?”

“If you must,” he grouses, but his eyes are alight with interest. She knows that look very well.

Eris turns away from him as she slides his trousers on. Of slighter stature than her lover, she finds the waist too large and the legs too long, as expected – but a clean snap of Raphael’s fingers from behind her heralds a quick cinch around her hips and a loss of excess fabric around her ankles. (She’ll remember that the next time she needs something of hers hemmed.)

“How do I look?” she asks slyly, and turns back to find him flushed.

Ah. Well-founded, indeed. Terribly, terribly correct, she was. Marvelous.

“Put on your boots,” he demands. “Complete the picture.”

Eris does exactly that, stepping over to lean against the wardrobe behind her to pull each boot on rather than balance precariously on one foot – as the waves of arousal and tension emanating from him are palpable enough to nearly knock her over. When finished, she straightens and spreads her arms wide in an obscenely Raphael-like gesture of welcome.

“Well?”

For all the words the devil has at his disposal, all seem to fail him now. He still holds his head high, mighty like a king, but the deepening flush spreading down his neck and into the wiry hairs on his chest says more than any words would regardless. His cock had already been stirring against her when he’d pressed his hips to hers before; now it’s full and hard and heavy as he looks Eris up and down.

With forced steadiness, haughty tone more than a little patronizing despite his clear interest, he finally says, “It’s as if I’m looking in a mirror, my dear. Besides the obvious differences.”

Eris smiles, and now she's the one resembling the satisfied cat. “Perhaps another touch, I think –”

Her hair is too long, yes – but perhaps the perfect length for this purpose. A murmured incantation coats her hand with sweet-smelling oil, and she slicks her short-but-unruly blue-grey locks back loosely in an imitation of Raphael’s own coiffure. His hissed exhale is audible, and she stifles a grin, softening it into a smirk so very much like the one he often wears.

“Do you like it?”

His jaw clenches and she watches a vein in his neck pulse.

“Yes.”

Victory.

Eris steps lightly, purposefully over to the ornate bed. Her voice is low again when she speaks after a moment. Smooth. Just like his.

“Then, come here…little mouse.”

As if hypnotized, Raphael comes to her slowly and deliberately. His pretty cock bobs thickly between his legs, flushed nearly as red as his cheeks. Upon reaching her, the devil says nothing, filling the silence with his shallow breaths and hesitant eye contact. Eris reaches out to touch his face, brushing fingertips softly, dangerously over his handsome jawline.

“Tell me how you'll indulge me today.”

Her lover takes a deep breath before responding, only the slightest of wavers discernible in a tone rough with arousal.

“I am yours…Archdevil Supreme.”

Eris’s heart thuds in her chest. 

“Get on your knees.”

And he obeys.

Despite having only just donned Raphael’s attire, Eris lets him undress her again now, noting only the smallest of tremors in his strong, elegant hands. He begins with her boots, pulling each one off gently and placing it to the side. She’d foregone footwraps in the interest of simplicity, so her feet are bared to him quickly – true to form, he lifts each one to his face, breathing in and out, heavy cock beginning to leak between his thighs onto the ornate rug beneath him. Presses his open mouth to each arch in turn, moistening her skin and lapping up the condensing droplets, salty and heady.

But as much as Eris loves to watch him fall apart underneath her heel, now’s not the time. She flexes her foot in his grasp, pushes her sole against his striking nose just hard enough that his head falls back. Sneers.

“There are better uses for your mouth, I think, than chasing your own sick cravings. Perhaps we ought to stuff it with cock.”

She’s not harnessed up right now; isn’t equipped with her pretty polished leather phallus her dangerous darling often desires so dearly; but this isn’t about fucking him. It’s about him worshiping her – as him. A narcissist’s fantasy. A perverse, masturbatory scene. The very flavor of deviance her handsome devil adores.

(She'll put her lovely faux cock down his throat another time, though.)

“Continue undressing me, and then we’ll discuss the terms of our agreement.”

Raphael scrambles to heed her request, unbuttoning his own trousers and pulling them eagerly down over the curves of Eris’s hips. Helps her step out of them so she’s wearing nothing below the waist. So he can see her pretty pink sex.

Bared, she studies him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown as he stares back. Hands clenched into tight fists on his knees. Beautiful cock so hard, so wanting, so desirous of himself and of her in tandem.

“Open.”

Eris slides two fingers onto Raphael’s tongue, pressing further and further back into his throat as he moans around them. Slips the other hand underneath his chin; makes him look up at her while she leisurely explores the inside of his wet mouth.

“A devil’s plaything, aren’t you? So obedient for me, sweet mouse.”

She leans back against the bed and brings her fingertips to her dripping slit, parting her delicate lips for him to see. Traces around her entrance with his saliva, thick between her digits.

“Suck me, girl.”

His mouth is between her legs faster than she can blink. So willing and pliant and needy and serving.

She hoists a knee up onto the bed to give him easier access, and to see his every move more clearly. Watches him reach for his cock. Buries a hand in his hair and yanks his head back. He whines. It’s indecent.

“What makes you think you can attend to your own pleasure? Did I grant you permission?”

“No, Your Grace,” he breathes, face shiny with her slick. “Accept my apologies.”

“Pathetic,” she sneers. “Tell me you won’t touch your cock again.”

“I won't touch my cock again.”

Rare that she can get him to obey so easily. So eagerly. He brats for her, as she does for him. It's how they’ve operated from the beginning – he likes a challenge, likes a fight. 

But, up against himself (in a manner of speaking)? 

Different.

Fascinating.

“Get back to work.”

For Eris, there is nothing like watching her devil chase his indulgence. She thrives on being the one he chooses to delight in; for all the years he's lived, he says, there is no sweeter nectar than that which drips from her honeyed cunt. His self-possessed hunger is unforgiving, and what use would she have, anyway, for forgiveness?

The act of giving oral pleasure is, by nature, a generous thing. But this is not how Raphael usually approaches it. He usually eats at Eris greedily, harsh tongue licking and savoring deeply. Pushes her, overstimulates her to the point of ache, nearly to the point of pain. Usually clutches at her soft hips and pulls her closer still, holds her in place for a sloppy and rampant feast. Usually makes a selfless act into a selfish one, making her pleasure an afterthought even when she’s the one riding his face and he's groaning, whimpering in delight beneath her, trapped so willingly between her thighs.

But now – now, with his own sex-laced tone painting his blue cherry’s words; with his own affectation and mannerism adorning her every move – Raphael is reverent with every stroke of his wicked tongue.

And the comparison, the juxtaposition, is fucked up. There’s a sick sort of pleasure in her gut, a depraved thrill at being worthy of the highest worship only when she’s playing as him. It’s demeaning and debasing for both of them: for him to be so plainly an egomaniac; for her to feel – to be – less than him, less than how he sees himself.

They’re both terribly pathetic, aren’t they?

The thought makes her shiver as the tension builds low in her belly, spurred on by Raphael’s loud and unrestrained sucks and licks at her core. She won’t be long. 

(Never is. But then again, neither is he.)

“Don’t you dare come before I do.” Threat is evident in her tone. She doesn’t expect he’ll last, even with her warning. 

And he doesn’t. Last, that is. Raphael shudders and pauses his ministrations briefly to spill onto the rug between them with a low groan, lips framing a single word, and the sight of him giving in sends a hot throb of arousal through Eris’s every godsdamned nerve. She doesn’t have time to dwell on it though, because he drags two fingers through his release, through the fibers of the carpet, and brings them to join his mouth at the apex of her legs. Slides them inside, lifting a bare thigh with his other hand to rest on his shoulder for leverage, and looks worshipfully up at her with a mouthful of her cunt as he carries her the rest of the way to her end and she comes on his tongue with a soft cry.

She knows his feelings for her match hers for him. She’s not stupid. The two of them wouldn’t be as they are if anything were different.

The single word on his lips was her name – as it always is – and she’d be an idiot to acknowledge it. He – they both – are too proud to speak of love, too stubborn to admit pride as a greater weakness than emotion.

This is enough, though, she thinks, as they curl into bed after another quick dip in the bath, after what feels like a thousand kisses she presses to his mouth. Raphael with furrowed brow, a draft and quill pen on his lap, spectacles on the tip of his nose; Eris with that book she’d promised herself earlier, too-long hair mussed in her usual style tickling the devil’s bare skin where her head rests on his shoulder.

This is enough for them.

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