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csphire · 5 months

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Updated Dammon Build Guide!

Sad because you need more Dammon? Here is an updated guide on how to make him into your player character or dream guardian.

First, let's discuss the mods you'll need if you want to get your player character as close as possible to Dammon's long-lost twin or evil clone. Are you on a console or don't want to mod? No worries, alternative suggestions will be provided in this guide too.

Clothing:

This is only needed if you wish for him to wear the same outfit and for it to be the right color. If you want to keep the number of mods on the low side, you can use Basket Full of Equipment instead. It does have a blacksmith outfit, scarf and his boots too. (The boots are called: Black Leather Footwear D, just dye them brown. The scarf dye Swamp Green.)

Just know as of posting this, there is no dye in the game to match Dammon's existing choice of colors on his blacksmithing outfit perfectly. I would recommend when using Basket Full of Equipment to go with the scarf-free version and dye it Faewild Green and Dun Dye. Then you'll find his scarf in the cloak bag and dye that Swamp Green. If you can't get your hands on that rare dye Swamp Green works great too.

Eyes (and a jump start with the dream guardian):

What do I mean by jumpstart? Well... the modder here made a great start of what Dammon looks like. But I suspect the way the mod and/or game functions, some of Dammon's coloring is a little off. His horns are nearly white, and his eyes are brown, that is if you're trying to make the dream guardian look like him. This might be corrected in the future.

What's important about this mod is that it unlocks Dammon's unique eye color for not only the Guardian but also the Player Character. It's the only one I've found so far that does this. If there are other mods that come along that just unlock his eyes, I'll be happy to include them here too.

Don't want to install mods or can't? Try the Blue 3 or Sapphire 4 eyes. Or if you want them to glow more then have central heterochromia Elf Blue 1 and 2 are nice options as well.

Fun fact: Dammon's eyes are blue with central heterochromia.

Oh, and there is also the option to go with his Early-Access eye color Elf-Gold 3 if you're feeling particularly nostalgic.

The Quick and Easy Way:

Want to make the player character and every companion in your party look like Dammon? Well, this is the mod for you. There is however a caveat. He's stuck in that blacksmith outfit. As in not even for love scenes will he get naked. Alas, the real Dammon model doesn't have a nude character model option-at least not yet. Any who...

Onwards to the rest of character creation!

But first, a few quick side-by-side final comparisons to confirm the appearance you should get when following this guide.

Head, Skintone, and Horn Color:

Head 4

Blush Tone 5

Malbolge Spires with Dusty 6 for both base and tip color.

Hair:

Style - Arabel Ribbon Hair Color - Blonde 3 Highlight - Red 6 Intensity 70.

Makeup (optional):

Eye Makeup - Butterscotch (Intensity 40, Metallic Tint 10, and Glossy 10) Limp Tint - Red 1 (Intensity 10, Metallic Tint 10, and Glossy 10) For makeup, I'm unsure if Dammon wears any but in all the images here I did add a subtle amount to try to make his eyes stand out a little. This might be helpful if you're stuck using Blue 3 or Sapphire 4. I thought to also add a tiny bit of gloss to his lips since he's not hanging out by his forge so much. This is just a personal preference.

In fact, Makeup 12 comes in handy for guys or gals in general at a 10 to 50 tint level to make their eyes look a little deeper set, tired even and um... more broody? Play around with this and other make-ups and have fun.

Scar (optional):

Dammon does have a scar over the bridge of his nose, under his right eye, and on his lower left lip. But on him, as seen below, it's faded. Scar 3 comes sorta close but it's rather distracting. Until we can get a scar depth or age slidder from Larian (or a mod) I would skip it entirely for now.

Class, Race, Voice, and Stats (optional):

According to the Wiki Dammon is an Asmodeus Tiefling but you could subrace him into Mephistopheles or Zariel as head 4 is available to all subraces. Changing his subrace might prove advantageous depending upon what class you wish to play.

For voice, nothing can replace Frazer Blaxland's, but... I found Voice 3, out of all of them, is similar in depth and warmth.

If playing as Dammon and you want to get as close to his abilities, and fighting style as possible, it's all an educated guess. This is only mine on one class example: Druid.

To start, I made sure that all his stats were at least 10 in everything just like his original. For the extra points left over, I put them into upping his Dexterity as it helps with dodging damage. After all, you don't need a lot of hp if you can dodge damage. I also put a few extra points into the main stat for his class and a bit in Charisma just to make conversation rolls easier. For background, I went with Guild Artisan to further help him with persuasion, give him some insight, and for roleplaying purposes since he was a blacksmith. For cantrips, I would highly recommend picking Guidance if available to further aid all conversation rolls.

I went with Druid because it lets him wield a scimitar right at the start. On the Nautolid you can usually find two of these weapons. "Who uses wooden tools!" Dammon shouts as he throws that ugly staff overboard into the fires of Avernus. The second reason is perhaps while he was in the grove he learned a thing or two. He did after all pick up a few skills while in Avernus, why not at the Druid Grove too? It's just one level and you could multi-class him into anything later on.

The third reason I went with Druid for class is your doppelganger gets a discount from Arron, the other merchant to be found there.

But of course, you can make him any other class you wish or multi-class him. I did so myself by adding dragon sorcerer and bard to him later on. This is just an idea, but one could use his playthrough to try and get the Jack-of-all-Trades achievement.

If I had to go with an official class for him, my money would be on Artificer with a subclass of a Battle Smith, to be precise. The video down below explains what they are, and as early as Act II Dammon can literally craft us some bombs and free armor if you bring him the right things. He would be the perfect Artificer companion if we in the future get that class in a DLC. (And romance option-yes while keeping most of his mystery too, Frazer. This will explain just one example of how it's possible.)

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Sadly, no official Artificer class yet but there are a few mods you can try out by just searching the term Artificer on the Nexus. But this mod looks so far the most polished and fleshed out called:

Hope all this info helps you have some fun. Please feel free to tag and share with me your Dammon creations! Need any help feel free to reach out, I'd be happy to help. Looking for my old guide? It's here.

*Full Disclosure: In the previous versions of my guide, I was mistaken about his skin tone being Blush 4. After a near-unhealthy amount of scrutiny of Dammon's model, I apologize for this mistake. It's Blush 5, and the majority of the screenshots, ones that focus on his appearance, have been corrected accordingly. I apologize for this mistake and any inconvenience it has caused.

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush confessing to him while obviously waiting for rejection?

absolutely my love, here you go!

Astarion

Is not surprised you’re confessing (he knew how you felt it wasnt subtle lol), but is surprised that you seem so defeated about it

sort of annoys him? Upsets him? Of course he’s going to feel the same way, how can you think so little of yourself? He’s of the opinion that you’re wonderful. it’s so easy to fall for you.

but then he hesitates: he knows how easy it is to think poorly of oneself. He can’t judge you too harshly.

takes your hand, tells you that you’re lovely, and invites you out for coffee the next day. just the two of you. his heart skips a beat when you light up.

Gale

admires how courageous you are. can see you’re shaking as you admit your feelings.

”why do you think I wouldn’t feel the same way? you are one of the most spectacular people I’ve ever met. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I’d be lucky to have you.”

smiles when he sees how you start to grin, puts his hands on your waist and brings you in for a kiss.

if you’re a magic user dancing lights erupt from you because you’re so overwhelmed ✨

Wyll

Oh, sweet Wyll. Gobsmacked that you think he’d turn you down.

takes your hand and guides you somewhere where the two of you can be alone.

when you have your privacy he asks if he can kiss you.

you feel heat rise in your cheeks but nod, and he gives you the most astounding first kiss you’ve ever had lol

then he takes you out for dinner and holds your hand across the table the whole meal

(when you’re together properly he makes jokes the whole camp was asking “wyll they won’t they” about the two of you and you groan lmfao)

Halsin

another one who takes you to a private place to talk.

brushes your hair out of face and then cups your cheek in the same gesture, begins to wax poetic about how perfect the oak father made you and how you are without fault.

has echoed your feelings for a long time now and is glad you made the first move which takes a lot of the weight off your chest

he scoops you up in his big arms and swings you around until all the worry is gone and you’re laughing 💕

Dammon

his heart hammers in his chest when you tell him. he’s only a blacksmith!!!! he doesn’t know how to handle this!!

I imagine you confess to him while he’s working at his forge so that not all of his attention is on you, it’s better to soften the blow when he says he doesn’t feel the same.

puts his tools down, takes off his gloves, and holds your hands. tells you he’s admired you for a long while and is glad you feel the same.

you squeak when he kisses you but his soft touch keeps your grounded ❤️

Rolan

is offended how nervous you are (you don’t find him THAT intimidating do you?! He’s been trying to be nice because he likes you!) - and also a bit annoyed because he’s been working up the courage to confess for ages but you got there first

”Good, I like you too >:(“ “you do?” “Yes >:(“ “then why do you seem so grumpy about it?” “I’m not grumpy! >:( >:( >:(“

you kiss him on the cheek and he’s so flustered he loses control of the spell he was transcribing and magic missiles his office window to pieces lol

Zevlor

this is a battle of the least self-confident lol. you’re like “I don’t think you like me” and he replies “my dear you have so many better options than me”

so it turns 180, with you convincing him that you do like him and listing all his merits!

eventually youre at a stalemate. and then you just kiss each other, trepidatious at first and then getting more passionate as you relax 💕

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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Here's the awaited post about some tieflings in rut, please enjoy my brainrot about getting dicked down by tieflings :)

Full NSFW under the cut

Poly Dammon and Rolan NSFW rut headcanons

Pre-rut

So while in pre-rut they guys are protective, irritable, and just on the cusp of being unbearably horny

The entire time you find yourself pulled between the two hormone filled tieflings, either into Dammons bed or onto Rolans lap

Sometimes both of those things at the same time

They originally didn't have their ruts at the same time, you'd have about a month or so generally between to recover

But as the three of you spent more time dating, and as the two helped each other more often during their ruts, soon you'd find them slipping into rut as soon as the other did

Now, you also have to deal with two pre-rut tieflings for three or so days, at the same time

Dammon is a bit more apologetic about his behaviour, but it's just barely, and it doesn't stop him from growling at the mere sight of any man other than him or Rolan looking at you

Rolan has no apologies, he's more than happy to pull you against him at any opportunity, snapping at anyone who tries to interrupt and that includes Dammon

It's not even worth it to try and leave the house at this point, with one tiefling hanging off you and the other acting as your own personal guard dog

It doesn't stop when you sleep either, they both need to be touching someone, and if they can't have you snuggled between them then you bet the two of them are snuggling each other

A common occurrence is waking up to the feeling of one or both kissing the bare skin on your neck, shoulders, and collarbones

They really can't get enough

By time you've gotten through a couple days of this, Dammon is already dragging you both to his bed finally

He's been watching Rolan grinding against you for the past two days, and the both of you just look so good right now

It's this impatience that sends them both into full rut right then, so I hope you're prepared

You might want to prep some water and snacks to put beside your bed

In rut

These two are surprisingly good at sharing you while in rut, and they definitely have a bit of a routine going so that everyone leaves satisfied

After what was essentially multiple days of foreplay, it's no surprise when both of them want to get straight to the point

Rolan will have you straddling him as you're sat in his lap, hard cock resting against your thigh as he captures your lips in a kiss

Dammon will be behind you, grinding against your ass as he litters kisses down your neck and shoulders

All three of you are breathless when Rolan lays back against the headboard, easing you down onto his cock with Dammons hands helping steady you by your hips

It takes all his will to not buck his hips up into yours immediately, Dammon being the one that leads the pace even during rut

The way Dammon grinds against you guides you to roll your own hips against the tiefling under you

The two of you revel in Rolans whines and moans as he tries to grab at your hips and Dammons hands that cover them

The entire time Dammon is praising the both of you, soon his breeding kink slips in as it turns to him teasing you both about how you're going to leave this room carrying one of their kids

The tieflings talk about knocking you up only spurs on Rolan, and soon you're dripping with his cum and pulled away so Dammon can have you

It's only then that Rolan finds his voice for something other than whining, caressing your face and making barbed remarks about you being a 'good little thing' for them both

His hands and tail easily soothe you as Dammon has his way with you, so overcone after waiting for so long to have you, worked up into a frenzy

Dammon himself is pulling your hips back against him with every thrust, ribbed cock stretching you out further despite having already taken Rolan

The two continue this dizzying treatment until Dammon finally stills within you, leaving you feeling filled and exhausted beyond belief

There's no need to worry though, after giving you water and making you comfortable, the two men are happy to give you a rest and take care of each other for a round

It's quite the sight watching as Dammon tops Rolan, easily bending the wizards body to his will as he takes him roughly

The two love it if you reach a hand over to wrap around Rolans ridged cock, you and Dammon pleasuring him until his cum litters his chest and stomach

It's only after they've both had their fill, rounds after rounds of you all switching positions, that they're finally ready to attempt to clean up before falling asleep

And every time they're in rut you know you're in for days of the undivided attention of your two favourite tieflings

And none of you would have it any other way

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kittenintheden · 29 days

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Poker Face

the one-shot I've been teasing has dropped! thank you to every last one of you who supported me and contributed to this. you know who you are. and if you don't know, you will. enjoy!!!

Rating: E Paring: Astarion/GN!Tav Wordcount: 2.2k Content: established relationship, gender-neutral Tav (?), quickie, semi-public sex, party sex, blowjob, penetrative sex, use of lube, The Horrors (?)

You and Astarion are having a casual evening hanging out with some friends. When you spy him from across the room, he gives you a tell only you know.

He wants you. Here and now. And you're happy to oblige.

Astarion has a tell.

Several of them, if you’re being honest, but one in particular with a specific connotation. You catch him tonight as you look over your shoulder, laughing at something your friend just said. On the other side of the room, your love leans against the wall, also engaged in conversation with someone at this casual gathering in the loft above Dammon’s shop.

Astarion smiles blandly at his company before he meets your eye and it turns genuine. A subtle change in the lines of his face that you’ve come to know so well, eyes going rounder and the sharp points of his teeth glinting through his parted lips. That isn’t the tell.

The tell is when he raises his hand to his mouth and rubs the pad of his thumb over his lower lip, letting it pull from the tension ever so slightly as his eyes look you up and down. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, and you’re not about to tell him, but you know exactly what it means even as he turns back to his conversation.

He wants you. Here and now. There’s no doubt in your mind that there’s a dull ache starting between his legs, just as it’s starting between yours.

You take a sip from your goblet, letting the wine swirl on your tongue as you pay your companions a placating smile, only half-listening to the subject of their discussion. After a few minutes, you graciously excuse yourself and move toward Astarion’s group. You notice his head turn slightly at your approach.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you say to the others as you run your fingers over his shirt sleeve before looking into his face. “I could use some air. Would you walk with me?”

“Of course, my sweet,” he says, voice the very essence of chivalry. He takes your goblet and sets it on the side table, offering his arm. You accept it and allow him to lead you outside the flat and down the stairs. When you hit the ground floor, you gently guide him with you out of sight.

“What’s this?” he teases.

In answer, you put one hand on his waist and slide the other hand around the back of his neck to draw him into a deep soul kiss. When he immediately opens to you without a hint of resistance, you know you were right. Before you pull away, you gently suck his lower lip and listen to him whine when you give it a light nibble.

“You looked like you needed a walk,” you whisper against his mouth. “Partner’s intuition. Was I wrong?”

Astarion tucks his chin and looks up at you, pupils overtaking the heated red irises of his eyes. “No.” He reaches around to twist the cloth at the base of your spine in his fist and pull you flush against him, where you can feel something rigid against your hip. “You weren’t.”

You know what that ridge is.

You open the door to Dammon’s storage shed and pull Astarion along behind you. You fumble with the nearest lantern until the flame lights, casting the space in a flickering orange glow before you pull the door shut. With a laugh, you herd him into the closest open expanse, careful where you step.

Astarion’s back hits the wall. He growls and takes you by the wrist, dragging your fingers down the fabric of his shirt until you’re pressed tight to the firm length of his quivering member through his trousers. You meet his eyes, inches from your own, and note the way he pants out his breath between the points of his teeth.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispers, tilting his chin toward you. “The way my magic male love stick is pulled to you like you’re the Sailor’s Star? The way I want to put my peepee in your peepee?”

Your eyelids go heavy and hooded. You tilt your head and catch his mouth in a kiss and feel the vibration of his approving hum through his lips. At the same time, you give his heckin long chonk a slow stroke through the fabric and his body leans into yours, knees gone weak. He licks along your lip with a quiet groan.

Oh, how you love him like this. Hornt up and ready to ride, tender and eager. He’s frothin’ for you instead of thinking of his next move, and the one after that, and the one after that. Split open like a hot dog bun, 100% all beef frank and condiments spilling from him in a cascade.

Such a show of trust, of love, to let you see exactly how badly he wants to take the skin boat to tuna town. To put that knowledge and that power in your hands.

You’ll show him his trust is well-placed.

Reluctantly, you break from his mouth and he tries to follow you, tries to maintain the connection with a breathy whine. You swallow hard and run your fingers over his jawline. “Where do you want this, dearest? What would you like?”

“Your gibbering gob,” he gasps, still fighting you for another kiss. “I want you to put your piehole on me.”

“On you where?” you whisper, brushing your lips barely against his.

“On my piehole.” His voice contains the hint of a growl, now. “My neck. My chest, my stomach, my schlong.” He tests your will to hold him at bay. “Especially my big pulsating pocket rocket.”

You grin and wrinkle your nose, running your fingers up either side of his head to thread into his hair as you roll your body into his, capturing his lips with an agreeable purr. As requested, you release him and instead reach for his linen shirt, pulling it free of his trousers where he’s tucked it. He doesn’t release you from the kiss until the shirt has to go over his head. You drop it on the floor and put your hot mouth against the side of his neck, following the column of his throat with tooth and tongue. His back arches up off the wall and you use your weight to keep him in place.

Kisses travel across the expanse of his chest and over his undulating abdomen, incapable of staying still in his current state of total horned upitude. With gentle fingers, you pull at the fastenings at the front of his trousers, working them open enough to kiss and lick to the hem of his underoos. You spend a teasing amount of time running the tip of your tongue just under the band before he huffs his impatience at you.

When you sit back to look up at him, you find his eyes lidded and teeming with glossy lust, curls hanging down around his head. “I need you to slobber my knobber, my love,” he says softly.

“You do?” you ask him sweetly, even as you continue working his banana hammock to free his dingdingdong. He sighs his relief when he feels it in your hand, your fingers dancing lightly over that velvet salami.

“I love your mouth muscle on me.” He gasps sharply when you reward him with a light lick under the bulbous mushroom. “Love your sloppy toppies, your…” Another gasp as you swirl your tongue round him. “Gods, I need you to blow my job right now, I can’t think-”

His groan is low and wanting as you take him fully, letting the length of his one-eyed snake slide over the curl of your oral slug as far as you can go without gagging. You hollow your cheeks slightly, giving him the suction he seeks, and begin to move, working his love popsicle slowly.

“Yes,” he breathes, leaning heavily back into the wall even as he gently cants his hips in time with your mouth. You feel the light touch of his fingertips against your temple, moving back to play with your hair. When he looks down again to observe, he adds, “Such a sweet orifice, so perfect for my tallywacker. You are so beautiful like this. Could watch you… forever.”

Forever is a very long time, which you remind him by increasing your efforts, head moving quicker now, your tongue dragging along the underside of his organic dildo. He shudders forward, curling over you, humming.

“Ah, good to me, so good, gods, gods, that-” His words are cut through with an aching moan and you feel his steel rod swell (somehow) and go harder (than steel) against the softness of your mouth.

Then he has his arms underneath your arms and he pulls you bodily off him, up and away, and then you’re on your feet and he’s spinning you both around until your back is the one against the wall.

“What-” you start, but then he’s face humping you with his mouth, tongue desperately tasting.

You feel his hand digging into your side pouch and for one incredulous moment you think he’s trying to bloody pickpocket you mid-doink, but then you hear the near-indistinguishable pop of a cork and realize he’s found the vial of oily sex sauce you keep on hand. He moves to your neck, suckling and kissing, and you glance down to see him pumping his piston dick with his greasy hand.

He raises glazed, ruddy eyes to look deep into you, the rosemary and citrus scent of him resiny and bright. With the same hand he used on himself, he runs his palm straight down the front of your pants and crotch sling to slip in between your legs. Immediately, you lift a knee and he grabs hold of it with his free hand, hoisting it up and wide to get all up in there.

With a winded laugh, he says, “Didn’t know how ready you’d be, and I don’t want to wait.”

“So don’t,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head as his slicked hand slides against your meat curtains in a dizzying way. He works the tips of his fingers inside your love pocket, testing as much as needed, and when he’s satisfied, he pulls his hand free.

You’re fairly certain you pull out a seam in your leggings in the rush to get them off, but neither of you care. True to his word, Astarion hikes your leg back up high and plunges his fuck stem into your bajingo without further pretense, the pair of you choking back your cries as you start doing the horizontal tango, except it’s vertical because you’re up against the wall. With his hand splayed over your hip and booty-butt to keep you in place, his fingers press into your skin on that delightful edge between pressure and pain.

“I a-ache,” Astairon stammers, swallowing hard as he helps you bounce on his fat hog. “Every moment you’re near, I… I ache for you.”

With his free hand, he goes under the hem of your draping shirt and runs his cool fingers up over your torso to your chest, massaging you in slow circles and giving those pink nubs a good once-over. He churns you like butter with his wand of penetration like he can’t wait, like this is the first time, like this is the last time, like this is every time in between.

You whine out your horniness and drop your head back, exposing the length of your throat to him as your jollies climb higher, coil tighter. He clings to you as though you’re life itself, using the wall for leverage as he angles you until he hits that good shit that makes you hiccup.

“Give me this, gorgeous,” he gasps, his humpy-humps firm and rhythmic. “I want to feel your b/p/ussy clench, come on. Let me feel you, let… spurt for… gimme cummies…”

You do. Your body shivers from your toes to the top of your head, radiating in waves from the core of you. Astarion gives a strangled cry almost like a sob as the strength of your whambam hits him, rippling along the length of his tickle stick where it’s bottomed out inside you. The place where you meet goes sticky-wet with your lubricating ointment.

He hoists you higher onto the wall, your legs tight around his waist, until you’re looking down into his face, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You are so beautiful like this,” you say, whispering his own words back to him.

It isn’t a lie. Never has been, never will be. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, gazing up at you with eyes the color of lifeblood and hair the color of moonlight as he bumps your ugly, as close as he can possibly get. Just like always, he tries to keep it together, to be the picture of confidence and seductive heat, and just like always, he can’t quite manage it as he closes in on the final moment of your bonedogging, his flesh chandelier slapping a final time.

His eyes fall closed, his brow tenses, and his lips part as quiet ah ah ahs fall from them. He grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you firmly to him, rolling once more before he releases his brogurt with a shaky exhale, spine arching and head falling back. Tension rolls off his body like rainwater, pooling beneath the pair of you as your cardinal sinning slows and stops.

Without a word, Astarion tilts his head forward again, eyes shut, and finds your mouth with his, lips soft and sweet as sugarcane. His head lolls to the side to lay on your shoulder and you feel his smile stretch against the skin of your neck.

“April Fool’s,” he whispers. “Sucker.”

so, this was a joke. obviously, I hope. APRIL FOOL'S LOL.

there is, however, a real actually sexy version and you can find that one right here. sorry. no I'm not. mwah love you all.

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aerynwrites · 5 months

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Bound by The Heart (And Other Things)

Dammon x Afab!Reader

A/N: yeah uh…I don’t even have a reason for this other than I have my own personal HC that Dammon would be into bondage lmao. But like…the pretty kind. Hope y’all enjoy :3

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW. Smut, PiV sex, cunnilingus, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex, bondage, rope bondage, restraints, discussions of a safe word but it;s never used, aftercare, fluff.

The weathered leather book is heavy in your hands as you examine the title.

A Pleasurable Deal.

The text immediately strikes you as one you’ve seen before, and heat rushes to your cheeks when the memory of a banned books list in Sorcerous Sundries comes to the front of your mind.

You remember Gale lamenting the list, saying no texts - no matter how obscene - should never be banned.

You hadn’t given much thought to the list until now, as the book sits in your hands. And the fact that you found it hidden away in Dammon’s side table.

Despite having been with the blacksmith for months now, you’d never seen this specific tome. Either because it was a new item he’d acquired or…a well loved one he'd kept hidden away.

You’re assuming it’s the latter if the worn corners of the leather cover and the bent pages have anything to say.

You move to put the book back, not wanting to intrude on your partners privacy, but as you move to slide it back into place, another book catches your eye. This one tucked behind several other blacksmithing texts.

It looks rather ornate, the black binding inlaid with gold colored trimmings.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re already reaching for the book, fingers sliding along the smooth cover and pulling it from its place.

Your eyes fall to the cover, eyes widening as you read the title.

A Madam's Guide to Pleasure.

The cover falls open before you can think better of it, your eyes immediately flicking to the small piece of paper sticking out from a section farther into the book. You yearn to flip to that page first, but your eyes instead fall to scan the table of contents.

Your face gets even hotter as you read over the various section titles. Everything from the basics when it comes to sex to the more debauched.

Finally, you flip the pages to where the paper sticks out, only to have a few pieces of folded parchment fall into your lap to reveal the title of the section they were tucked into.

‘Bondage’

The otherwise wicked ideal behind the term is hidden by the pretty flowing script on the page. Your eyes follow the words easily, slowly feeling your heart rate pick up as you take in the text.

You’ve only made it halfway through the section when you remember the papers that fell into your lap. Setting the book down gently and open to the page you left off, you reach down and unfold the pages.

The first thing you feel is shock followed by a sudden stab of arousal as you take in the charcoal images sketched onto the pages.

It’s Dammon’s work, you’d be able to tell his artistry from anywhere thanks to the hundreds of sketches he’s shown you of blacksmithing plans.

But these…these are not blueprints of swords or daggers or armor. No…

These sketches are something else entirely. Light and dark lines coming together as he depicts various different types of bondage scenarios.

None of the pictures are lewd in anyway besides their obvious connotation. In a way…they’re quite beautiful.

You see the vague shape of a body, legs tied together with an intricate weave of rope and knots, as if it’s meant to decorate the wearer rather than restrain them.

Almost all of the drawings seem that way, the rope and bindings tied and wrapped in a way that’s almost artistic.

The one that catches your eye the most though, is a page that depicts the front and back view of a woman kneeling and sitting on her heels.

The sketch of her from behind shows her hands bound behind her back, the ropes binding her arms together in an intricately woven pattern that spans from her wrists all the way up to just beneath her shoulders.

The other view seems to be part of the same design, the ropes snaking to the front of her body, twining delicately over her breasts, sternum and chest in complicated knots and patterns.

You’ve just reached up to trace your finger over the sketchings of rope, when a startled call of your name rips you from your reverie.

“What are you doing?”

Dammons voice is raised louder than he usually speaks to you, face several shades darker than usual as he practically lunges for the items in your hands, a look of utter fear and panic on his face.

“Oh, gods,” he mutters, hastily collecting the papers before shoving them back into the black bound novel. “You weren’t supposed to see that, I-“

“Dammon it’s okay! I promise-“

He turns to you then, book clutched tightly in his hands, as he looks at you with something none other than utter betrayal. “Why were you going through my things?” He asks.

You shake your head, heart sinking to your stomach and dispelling any feelings of arousal the drawings drew forth.

“I didn’t mean to, I came up here looking for one of my books and I saw you stored some in here and so I thought-“

“You thought you’d go through my books instead?” He asks, voice now tinged with accusation as he stands, the book still clutched tightly in his hands.

“I’m sorry Dammon,” you say from your position still kneeled on the floor. “I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“I-I’m not upset, I-“ the tiefling cuts himself off, running a hand down his face as he lets out a sigh, avoiding your gaze. “I just…need some air.”

You watch helplessly as Dammon turns and leaves the bedroom, a pit of guilt stirring deep in your belly.

————

Dammon spends the rest of the day in the forge, which isn’t unusual, but it feels like an intentional choice today. One you don’t begrudge him considering you snooped through his personal things.

It’s well into the evening before he comes into the house, and you’re just finishing up dinner. You watch him between plating your meals as he hangs up his blacksmith apron next to the door before heading to the water basin to wash his hands.

You’ve just placed the last of the food onto your plates when he approaches you, taking one of the plates from your hands with a quick kiss to your cheek.

A small weight is lifted from your shoulders at that small action, and you follow him silently to the kitchen table, taking your habitual seat to his right side.

The meal is pleasant enough, you tentatively asking about his forge projects and feel the tension lift as he tells you about them. It goes on like that - like normal despite the nagging in your mind.

You don’t want to ruin the mood by bringing up the earlier incident. But you also don’t want to leave it how it was. You owe him an apology, a real apology, and…there’s something else you want to talk to him about too.

You finally find the courage to bring it all up as you and Dammon clean up after dinner, you drying the washed dishes as Dammon puts them away.

“I’m sorry about earlier, Dammon,” you say softly, not missing the way his shoulders tense as he takes a plate from you, eyes avoiding yours once more.

“It’s…It’s alright,” he says with a sigh. “I’m not angry or upset with you, not over something so trivial. I was just…” he lets out a dry chuckle. “I supposed I’m a bit embarrassed for you to have come across such things. I know they aren’t…Common desires.”

He’s still turned away from you when he finishes, stashing the last dish before his hands fall to his sides. You immediately reach for him, taking his hand in your own as you urge him to face you.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you tell him, feeling that familiar heat creep up into your cheeks as you contemplate your next words.

“I actually…Liked them. The drawings, I mean.”

Dammon’s eyes finally snap to yours then, bright blue iris’ completely visible to you as he stares at you wide eyed, mouth slightly agape.

“You…what?”

You take your lip between your teeth coyly, courage slowly building up in your chest as you move to slip your arms around his waist, hands resting on his low back as returns the lose embrace.

“I liked them,” you repeat. “It looked…beautiful really. The intricate designs and knots and I…”

You pause then, shyness creeping in one more as you look up at your lover.

“I think I’d like to try it sometime. If that’s - if you’d want too, of course.”

You can practically see the way Dammon’s heart rate picks up, cheeks darkening with blush as his breath stutters.

“You’d…You’d try that? With me?”

A small chuckle slips past your lips. “I hope it’s with you.”

In an answer of his own, Dammon captures your lips with his in a fierce kiss. It’s needy and desperate and filled with a relief only you can understand as he pulls you tighter to him.

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips before pulling down to trail kisses down your jaw. “We can’t do it tonight,” he says. “I need to prepare.”

You try to hide the small swell of disappointment, but Dammon must sense it anyways, nipping at the spot just below your ear as he tugs you closer to his body.

“I’m still going to ravish you tonight though. For making me the happiest man in Baldur’s Gate.”

You smile, pulling him up for another kiss before he whisks you upstairs. Anticipation for tonight and what’s to come in the future simmering low in your belly.

—————

It’s only a few days later when Dammon brings it back up, asking if tonight you’d like to try what you all had discussed. When you agreed, a bit too eagerly, he had just let out a small laugh before laying out all of the boundaries.

He had you pick a safeword in case you wanted out of the restraints, as well as asking you about anything you’d be uncomfortable with. In the end you’d just told him you trusted him completely and once again stated your excitment.

Which led you here, blindfolded on the edge of your shared bed in nothing but your smallclothes.

Dammon had tied the soft silk fabric around your eyes before leaving the room to fetch something, asking that you not remove the blindfold before he got back. You obeyed easily, but as the seconds turn into minutes, you feel yourself start to grow impatient.

What is taking him so long?

Your fingers twitch against your skin from where your hands sit on your thighs before moving to be by your side instead, toying with the soft sheets beneath you. Every creak and faint footstep has your ears perking up, waiting in anticipation for Dammon to return.

Finally, you hear his familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and to your shared room, the floor boards creaking beneath his weight. His steps are softer than when he left, the sound of bare soles on the wood greeting your ears as he approaches your position.

He must have taken off his shoes. And you silently hope he took off other things as well, wanting to feel him at least a little bit before you're restrained.

“Are you still alright?” he asks, his voice much closer than you anticipated.

You jump slightly as you realize he’s right in front of you now, and you can feel the subtle heat radiating from his body. You nod, reaching out instinctively to touch him.

He allows it, sighing lightly when your hands bump against his bare stomach, flattening against the taut muscle there before sliding upwards. You can feel the faint ridges and bumps unique to his skin as you continue upwards, gliding over his chest before coming back down again, mapping him in your blinded state. You only stop when your fingers meet rough fabric - the waistband of his pants.

You hear the faint sound of his tail brushing the ground intermittently, and you can’t help but smile as your fingers curl beneath the band of his pants. But before you can get any further, familiar calloused hands stop your own, pulling you away from his skin.

“If you do that, I’m afraid we won’t accomplish what we planned to do tonight,” he says breathlessly.

You are still amazed that such simple touches drive him crazy, but you can’t help but relish in it, because you feel the same anytime Dammon touches you. As if your body can’t get enough.

Tonight might be the night that it does.

“Can you give me your hand?” he asks, and you hear him rustling around with something.

“Of course.”

You offer him your hand and he takes it, turning it palm up and placing a long thin object in your palm. He curls your fingers round it, and when he offers no complaint, you reach up with your other hand to further investigate what it could be.

“It’s the rope I’m going to use,” he informs you as your fingers trail along the braid material. “It’s…This is why we had to wait. I had to find someone who…dealt with these kinds of things.”

You let out a small hum as you run the rope through you hands, and you slowly begin to understand what he means. It’s smoother than any rope you’ve ever used, so smooth in fact that it feels like silk. It’s sturdy too, not too thick but not so thin it will dig uncomfortably into your skin if it gets tight. It’s like it was created for this purpose alone.

And perhaps it was.

You’re no stranger to the more debacuhed happenings in the city. Hells - you’ve been inside Sharess’ Caress. They probably use rope like this in abundance there.

“It’s so…soft,” you say finally, reaching out to offer the rope back to him.

“Yes I…” He trails off for a moment before continuing. “This isn’t supposed to be painful,” he informs you, and you feel the bed dip beside you, his voice shifting to your right side. “It can be of course but…Not tonight. It’s more about the control I suppose. The art of it.”

You nod as you feel a warm hand settle on your hip. “That makes sense. The drawings I saw were beautiful in a way and also…” you trail off, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Let’s just say I was never put off by the idea once I saw it.”

You can hear the way Dammon’s breath catches, his nails digging into the flesh of your hip ever so slightly. “I should have suggested it sooner, it seems.”

You smile, leaning in to where you think his body is. “You should have.”

He lets out a sigh, and you feel the way it brushes against your temple as he speaks.

“Well…We’re here now,” he says, slowly dragging his hand from your hip up your back before settling on your shoulder. “Are you ready for me to start?”

You let out a breath of your own, anticipation bubbling in your veins as you shift in your place, eager to get started. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Slowly and with whispered instructions he guides you so your are on your knees on the bed, sitting on your heels as you face away from him. Once you’re in position his fingers skim up to unhook the clasps of your bra, sliding it gently from your shoulders before tossing it somewhere off to your left.

“If you wanted me naked you could have just said so,” you tease, smiling when it earns youa chuckle from teh man behind you.

“That ruins the fun,” he says, and you finally feel the cool slide of rope against your arms. “This is…a lot of this is about the anticipation,” he tells you, breath ghosting over your ear as he gently guides your arms into position behind your back. “The gentle touches, the slow act of tying the rope, the build of what’s to come…”

He has you bend your arms behind your back, forearms almost crossing as he starts to slide the rope beneath them, wrapping it over just a few times before starting to tie the first knot, securing your arms together.

He continues like that for long agonizing moments. The cool rope sliding against your heated skin as he pulls, tugs, and knots the smooth cord into a masterpiece only he can see. The design soon travels from your forearms upwards above your elbows, as he begins to connect your arms together once more. He threads the rope beneath your right arm, hands ghosting across your back as he brings it over to your left, looping it over your bicep and back again, creating an intricate set of loops and ties that secure your arms behind you further, pulling your shoulders back to just the bare edge of discomfort.

Dammon was right. This is about the anticipation.

Because with each slide of the rope, with each brush of his fingers or ghost of his lips on your skin, you feel a new pang of arousal pool in your core. You shudder with each pass of the cord on your skin, breath hitching with each knot he tugs into place.

And Dammon, who’s never known to keep his hands from you for too long, can’t help but to touch you in between. His sharp nails ghosting along your skin, kisses pressed to your shoulder as he mutters words of praise…you can feel yourself getting wet already, and he’s barely even touched you. Not in the way you desire most, at least.

A whimper slips past your lips when he finally pulls away from you, the last piece of rope in place agasint your arms. But his absence doesn’t last long before he’s back again, his arms snaking around you as a new rope presses against the delicate skin of your lower belly.

“Are you still alright?” he asks, warm breath ghosting over your cheek as his head comes up beside yours to look down at your exposed body. His chin tucks perfectly against your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your cheek, waiting patiently for you to answer before he continues.

When you do find your words, they come out small, a mere gasp on your lips.

“Yes,” you assure him. “I just…wish you would touch me. I didn’t…this is more than i expected.”

You feel him tense behind you, his hands stilling. “We can stop at anytime-”

“No!” you almost shout, leaning back into your lover in a silent plea. “Please, don’t stop. I only meant…I didn’t expect to react so strongly to just this.”

Dammon clicks his tongue, letting out a low hum of understanding as his hands start to move again, the rope sliding softly against your skin.

“If it makes you feel any better…” Dammon trails off, wrapping the rope around your front again, allowing him to press himself against your back, the hardness of him pressing into your low back. “It’s having the same affect on me.”

His words, and the feeling of him hard as steel pressing into your skin is enough to send another bolt of pleasure through you. You expect him to pull away to continue his work, but he does no such thing, instead aiming to stay pressed as close to you as possible as he works on his art.

Each moment feels agonizing as he slowly winds the ropes up your body, fingers braiding and knotting the pieces together, fingers brushing against your skin, but never doing much more.

Your breath leaves you in shallow pants, and you can’t help it when you press your hips back into his own, desperate for any kind of touch, any friction to sooth the ache simmering in your veins.

A small groan leaves Dammons lips, and you feel a small tug the the ropes around your arms. “We’ll get there,” he whispers, leaning down to brush a tender kiss to your shoulder. “You’re doing so well, my love. I’m almost done.”

You fight to hold back the whine that threatens to slip past when his lips retreat from your skin, but you do, instead moving to lean back against him as he looks back over your shoulder once more to see his work.

You can feel the way the cords constrict around you, knotting in the center of your body as it travels upwards and spans out to wrap over your ribs and around your back. Soon enough you can feel them start to settle beneath your breasts. His hands barely brush the plush mounds as he ties a secure knot between them before taking the two ends up and over your collarbones to secure at the back of your neck.

He ties the last knot, a quiet sigh of admiration leaving him as his hands skim over his work, calloused palms ghosting over your skin.

You feel the bed shift, his warmth leaving your back. You wonder for a moment if he’s leaving again, but you continue to feel him move, until you think he settles in front of you on the plush mattress. The bed creaks softly as he settles, and despite the blindfold, you can feel his eyes boring into you, admiring his work much like he does that which he produces in the forge.

Dammon is a lot of things, and a proud man is one of them.

He’s never boastful or arrogant. But he loves his work - he’s always proud of what he can accomplish. And it seems that extends to you as well.

You don’t flinch when his hand settles on your cheek, thumb brushing the skin their gently, as he continues to admire you.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he whispers, his other hand coming up to cup one of your breasts gently.

A gasp slips past your lips as he runs a thumb over the stiff peak of your nipple, nails scratching the sensitive skin deliciously as he pulls away to trail further down your body. He traces the ropes he tied into place, fingers slipping beneath them every now and again to tug gently.

“Is it-“ another gasp interrupts you as his hands slide down to brush over your thighs instead. “Is it everything you imagined?”

Dammon leans forward then, his hands slipping around your hips as his lips fall to your shoulder before trailing down lower to nip sharp teeth at your collar bone.

“It’s even better,” he breathes. “You’re more magnificent than anything my mind could conjure up.”

A moan leaves you as his mouth finally reaches your breast, his teeth scarping against the sensitive swell before taking a pert nipple between his lips.

“Oh, gods…” you gasp, arms tugging at the rope as you instinctively want to reach up to cradle his head in your hands.

But the restraints keep you in place, completely at his mercy as he continues to lavish your skin with praises and gently love bites.

You’re burning up now, blood boiling in your veins and desperate for anything Dammon wishes to give you. Something he seems to sense as both arms move to slip around your back as he gently lowers you to lay back on the bed, his lips traveling lower the whole way.

Your arms are trapped beneath you in this new position, adding to the arousal pooling in your belly as you lay completely open and bare for the man before you.

His teeth tug at the rope around your hips, hands moving to spread your legs so he can settle between them.

“Are you still alright, my love?” He asks, fingers creeping slowly up your inner thighs.

Gods you love him. You really do. But in this moment you want nothing more than for him to ravish you, to tear you completely apart before putting you back together again.

He can be sweet later. Right now, you want him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes, Dammon I’m fine,” you assure him, bucking your hips up into his hands. “Just please…fuck me. I cant wait any longer.”

You would usually be embarrassed by blatantly begging like this, but the feel of Dammons mouth on your wet center removes any and all thoughts but him from your mind.

His tounge parts your folds running up to tease the small bundle of nerves that sends bolts of pleasure through you.

You squirm in Dammon’s steel grip, your back arching as he devours you, his fingers digging into your thighs, nails no doubt going to leave behind evidence of his hold on you come morning.

His name falls from your lips in a lewd prayer, as you buck your hips up into his mouth, seeking more despite the way his tongue moves ravenously against you.

You feel his hands slide up to the rope around your hips, fingers slipping beneath the cord as he uses it to tug you closer to him, as if he wishes to drown in you.

His nose nudges at your clit as his tounge prods your entrance, desperate to taste you, his moans sending vibrations through you that make that coil in your belly pull impossibly taut.

“Fuck,” cry out when he slides one hand to rub expect circles on your clit. “Dammon, I’m close I-“

An expert flick of his fingers cuts off your warning, sending you hurtling over the edge into oblivion as Dammon continues to work you through it.

Incoherent babbles of his name fall from your lips until you finally say back into the bed, chest heaving and legs twitching as Dammon continues to lick at you, certain to leave nothing behind.

You want to push him away, but without the use of your hands, you squeeze your thighs around his shoulders gently, urging him away from you.

He obeys with a small sigh, his hand sliding up your body, as his lips follow suit, leaving a moist trail of kisses in his wake before he’s finally pressing them to the underside of your jaw.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” me mutters against your skin, fingers toying idly with the smooth cord beneath your breasts.

You smile as you turn your head to capture his lips with your own, tasting yourself on his tounge before pulling away just enough to speak.

“Can you…Will you take the blindfold off?”you ask. “I’d like to see you.”

Dammon lets out a low hum, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your lips before reaching up to tug at the silken fabric.

While the sun has long set, the bedroom is still well lit, lanterns and a few candles lighting the space enough for you to need to adjust to the brightness.

You blink a few times, leaning into the hand Dammon places on your cheek as his face comes into focus.

You’ve never seen anything so breathtaking.

His lips are tilted up in that small smile of his, pupils blown wide with lust as he looks down at you. His cheeks are flushed and errant strands of hair fall from his usually well kept style.

You yearn to reach up and tuck them back, to card your fingers through his hair or trace around the base of his horns, but you’re once again reminded of the impossibility of that as your arms tug uselessly at your bindings.

It’s then that you start to recognize the ache in your arms, your hands tingling as they start to fall asleep form their position pinned under you.

You shift beneath Dammon, and he notices immediately, brow furrowing in silent question.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

You shake your head. “No it doesn’t hurt. It just-“ you let out a small chuckle. “I think my hands are falling asleep.”

Dammon nods, and immediately goes to help you sit up, but you stop him with a shake of your head, an idea popping into your head.

“Wait.” You tell him, nodding your chin up towards where he was previously sitting. “Sit back.”

He gives you a curious look, and for a moment he hesitates, but he obeys, scooting back to sit on his heels between your legs.

You notice the hard bulge in his trousers, and any hesitance about your idea flies out the proverbial window.

With less effort than you expected, you manage to roll over onto your stomach, gathering your knees below you enough to raise your ass in the air, presenting yourself to the man behind you.

The sharp intake of breath is enough to tell you that Dammon understands your presentation for what it is. And soon two warm hands settle on your hips, trailing up your sides before coming back down again.

The warmth of him surrounds you soon after, his chest pressed against your back and arms as he leans over you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders.

“Are you sure?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, turning your face so it’s no longer pressed against the sheets.

“Dammon I swear to the gods, if you went through all this and don’t fuck me-“

His lips leave yours in an instant, the heat of him disappearing from behind you as you hear the faint rustle of fabric from behind you.

His hands settle on your hips again, nails biting into the skin harsher than before as you feel the head of his cock nudge at your entrance.

You expect him to check in with you again, expect him to ask if you remember your safe word or any amount of other precautions. But he doesn’t.

Instead he presses into you in one swift thrust, his cock guided easily by your earlier orgasm.

But it still never prepared you for the size of him. He always stretches you perfectly, the small ridges and bumps unique to his race adding to the sensation of him sinking into you.

The groan you let out is sinful, and you can’t help but turn to muffle it in the sheets.

But Dammon isn’t having that.

A strong tug in the rope between your arms has you pulling up from the bed, the force of the movement pulling you further back onto him until your hips are flush with his own.

“Don’t hide from me,” Dammon says, tugging at the restraints again, sending him deeper and making the rope dig deliciously into your skin. “I want to hear you.”

“Oh, gods. Dammon…”

His name falling from your lips finally makes him move, pulling out of you before thrusting back in with one solid movement.

Your name falls from his lips as he sets a punishing pace, something so different from the reverent way he worshiped your body earlier.

He curls himself over you, his chest pressed against your back as he plants one hand by your head on the bed, his sharp nails digging deep into the sheets as he holds himself over you.

He nuzzles his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, nose nudging your jaw as he takes your earlobe between his teeth and tugs.

Another whimper escapes your lips as he continues his mind blowing pace, hitting that spot inside you as you writhe against the ropes fully now. Hands clenching and unclenching as you press your hips back into his own, seeking your second release of the night.

“Gods, Dammon, please..”

you're practically sobbing now, tears wetting your lashes at the intense pleasure that courses through you and the slight frustration of not being able to touch anything - touch him.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his free arm wrapping around your hips to hold you to him as he presses you down, further into the bed his cock pressing impossibly deeper inside of you at the change of position.

“Let go for me,” he says, voice sinful in your ear.

His words, and his fingers that slipped down to rub at your clit send you into oblivion for the second time.

You clench around him, crying out his name in a desperate plea as you squirm against him, veins alight with utter pleasure.

Dammon is not far behind you, just a few more stuttered thrusts and he comes in you with a groan of your name from his lips, his chest rumbling against your back as he sinks down into you, breath coming out in short labored breaths against your cheek.

Your mind is blissfully blank as you sink into the plush bedding beneath you, completely boneless as your lover adjusts his weight above you.

You whine when you feel him pull away from you, the room seeming so much cooler without his body next to yours.

“My love…?” His voice feels a million miles away as he brushes a few strands of hair from your sweat soaked forehead before pressing a kiss there. “Are you alright?”

You chuckle, but it comes out hoarse and weaker than intended.

“You just…gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m more than alright.”

You watch through bleary eyes as Dammon blushes, his earlier dominant demeanor disappearing into the Dammon you know and love.

“I’m going to untie you.”

You nod, trying to help as much as you can in your blissed out state as he helps you to sit up, maneuvering you until you sit straddling his lap so he can more easily work at the ropes.

He moves quickly, fingers deftly untying the intricate knots and letting the ropes fall away from your skin. When he loosens the ropes at your back, your hands fall to your sides, a dull ache running from your shoulders down to the tips of your fingers.

You must have let out some kind of noise or flinched, because as soon as the ropes fall away, Dammon’s hands are on your arms, calloused palms running up and down your arms as he tries to sooth the aches and indentations left behind.

“They were too tight,” he mutters softly. “I’m sorry, my love I-”

You shush him softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips to quiet his concerns. “I’m alright, Dammon. I promise,” you assure him, smiling as he continued to rub at the light indentation marks left by the ropes. “I liked it,” you finally admit. “I really liked it.”

His minstrations pauses momentarily, hands sliding down to wrap around your waist as he pulls back enough to look down at you, brows furrowed ever so slightly. “You’re…not just saying that to please me, are you?”

You can’t help the playful groan that you let out, followed by a small chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest.

“Only you could give a woman the best orgasm of her life and still question whether she liked it,” you tease, practically feeling the way Dammon rolls his eyes at you.

A small squeal escapes you as Dammon wraps his arms around you more securly as he flips you onto your back again, head hitting the pillow as he hovers over your, lips turned upwards playfully.

“If you think that was the best…I think I have more work to do.”

Your brows wing up in surprise, lips aprting slightly as your mind runs wild with the possibilities. “Is that a challenge, you’re proposing?” you ask.

Dammon smiles, humming low in his chest as he leans down to press a kiss to your jaw. “It might be,” he aquecies. “But for now, i’d just like to hold you and maybe run you a bath. If you’d be so inclined.”

Warmth swells in your chest at his words. Even after something most would consider debacuhed, Dammon still manages to be the sweetest thing in the room. You turn and press a quick kiss to his lips before reching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’d Love nothing more.”

He smiles and plops down next to you on the bed, gathering you in his arms as he does so. His chin rests on the top of your head as you nuzzle into his chest, your leg tangling with his own until you’re both settled comfortably against one another.

Comfortable silence fills the space, Dammon trailing light patterns on your back, as you do the same on his chest - both of you just taking a moment to bask in the other's presence. Until Dammon finally speaks up.

“Thank you…for trusting me enough to do this,” he tells you softly, voice gentle.

You nod, moving to slip your arms around his waist, scooting closer to him. “Of course,” you say, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you, Dammon.”

You feel his lips press against the crown of your head.

“I love you more.”

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OKAY COULD I REQUEST THE TIEFLING BOYS BEING BOTTOMS WITH THEIR MALE S/O?

anon. not gonna lie. i got carried away with Zevlor a bit, i just have SO many feelings about him today. so.

hope you like this it's VERY horny and i think i need a cold shower after thinking about this too much tbh.

ty for the request <3333

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Bottoming With Male!Tav

explicit sexual content, MDNI/18+

How the tiefling boys bottom for their male partner

Dammon:

Dammon has more experience topping than anything else – there's a thrill he gets from being in control, like how he feels in the forge, bending strong metals to his will. But that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to letting Tav take the reins.

In fact, he quite likes giving up that power after a very stressful day; something about laying back and letting Tav do the thinking for him is relaxing. Like a break from his real-world worries.

So, when Tav takes the initiate, running hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of Dammon’s body, he instinctively submits – body relaxing, tail curling around Tav’s bicep as a wet tongue runs down his chest.

He tries to play it cool, but the way his cock stands stick straight against his groin gives away the fact that having Tav top makes him a little feral. Tav calls it eagerness, the way Dammon will situate himself, chest on the bed knees, hips and ass lifted without prompting. It’s an invitation and a show. Wiggling his rear like a cat in heat.

But even then, he doesn’t like to skip right to the final act, he likes to be played with, to have Tav’s fingers take him slowly, working him open until he’s almost there. And in the moment, he swears he hates how Tav pulls his fingers away to deny him an orgasm, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him cum that much harder during sex.

Finally, when he’s perfectly worked up and damn near grinding his hips against the bed to urge on his climax, Tav takes him. And Dammon takes all of him, hips pushing back ever so slightly to be filled even more, if that were possible.

Dammon relishes in the stretch of Tav, closing his eyes to try and feel the way his girth opens him wide. They stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of Tav seated deep in Dammon’s ass.

Then he easily accepts Tav’s pace, letting his partner grab his hips to control the rhythm, even though he desperately wants to buck back, to receive him just as much as he gives. But he relents, Tav driving into him again and again in the spot that makes the edges of his vision fuzzy.

And when Tav reaches down to fist Dammon’s cock in his hand, Dammon spills immediately, too worked up to take the extra sensation without losing himself.

No matter how sensitive, he readily accepts Tav’s frantic thrusts until he comes too, both collapsing and laughing at their dopey smiles and sweat streaked brows.

Rolan:

Rolan, as cocky as he tries to be, loves nothing more than to be fucked by Tav. It’s hardly ever that he’s the one topping, let’s be real. The man enjoys watching his partner devour him, likes being hauled around and taken care of. But he would never admit that out loud.

It’s so easy to get him to relent, he basically does it without even thinking about it. The moment he feels Tav’s kisses turn wanting, he’s pliant and willing, letting Tav guide him wherever he wants.

He’s impatient, though, and after a few minutes he’s already squirming under Tav’s touch, nearly begging to be striped and fucked. Tav’s the one that needs to slow things down, but you won’t find Rolan complaining when Tav is laying him back, a pillow underneath him for the perfect angle to circle his hole with a wet tongue.

Tav has to be careful not to add a finger, or Rolan will come too fast – and he likes to take his time. Rolan whimpers – makes noises no one would ever guess have come from the smug wizard – as Tav’s tongue laps at his rim hungrily.

His face is bright red, heated as he holds his knees high, offering himself as a full course meal to his lover. The wet, debauched sound of Tav’s tongue plunging into him makes his length twitch with excitement. Tav’s pleased groans don’t help either; Rolan finds a strange pleasure in knowing how much Tav loves the taste of him.

He tries to hold out, tries to think of any mundane thoughts that could keep him from coming and keep Tav’s mouth lavishing his rim, but he knows when he’s too close to the edge, tapping out so that he can get to his favorite part.

Which is sitting on his lover’s cock, of course.

Even though Rolan is on top, Tav maintains all the control, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, lowering him down as slow as possible to savor the way his face contorts as he’s filled entirely. Tav lifts his ass up off his cock before forcing him back down. He repeats the motion, before holding Rolan firmly against him while he mercilessly bucks his hips upwards, using his hands to spread him wide.

Rolan has to bite his cheek to keep from being embarrassingly loud, sometimes so hard that he draws blood with his sharp teeth.

He tries to reach for his own cock, wanting a touch while spearing himself on Tav, but Tav never allows it – wanting to draw out Rolan’s orgasm to match his own.

Even so, Rolan almost always comes first, painting Tav’s stomach with hot spend. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, Tav will swipe a finger through it, raising it to Rolan’s mouth so that he can taste his own cum, as Tav’s hips jerk their last few thrusts.

The next day Rolan’s hips are marked and bruised, two perfect Tav sized handprints on his red skin. Rolan loves the secret reminders he gets to feel all day.

Zevlor:

I personally see Zevlor as someone who, even as a younger man, was preoccupied with the Hellriders and his oath to care for things like seeking out sex. As he got older and was placed in a position to lead, personal relationships – sexual or romantic –just had to be put to the wayside.

All that is to say, Tav is the first man that he has ever been with, at least sexually. Even if he has been with men in the past, he’s not very experienced. And combined with the trauma he has faced recently, it’s perfectly normal that he would want to take things slower in the bedroom.

So, the first couple times he and Tav have sex, he tops, to help him feel more in control of the situation. But, when he finally starts to feel comfortable again in the bedroom, he’s open to the idea of Tav taking that role. It’s an act of trust, if anything.

He’s jittery at first, of course. Laying under Tav as they kiss, his hands slightly shaking as he holds Tav’s face. Not nerves, but an uneasy excitement, rather. But soon he’s rocking his clothed hips in time with Tav’s, meeting him in the middle to feel the friction from his hardened cock. It spurs him on.

Tav is gentle with him, slow and considerate, taking his sweet time undressing Zevlor, peppering his skin with kisses as more skin is exposed. When Zevlor’s smallclothes are pulled away, his cock is already dripping with excitement.

He’s familiar with the feeling of Tav’s hands on him, acquainted with his partner’s calloused fingers wrapping around his cock, but it still excites him, nonetheless. Especially when Tav ducks down to suck Zevlor’s tip into his mouth, still eagerly working over his length.

Zevlor is a gasper, ever move Tav’s tongue and hand makes against his cock is accompanied by a sharp inhale, like his lungs need more air. With the way Tav enthusiastically sucks at him, he just might.

He comes in Tav’s mouth, and for a second, he’s ashamed, fearful that he’s ruined their night. But Tav is happy and content, swallowing Zevlor’s spend like a sweet dessert, ready to work him up again until he’s ready to take more.

When the time comes, Tav catches him in a kiss, not stopping as he hooks both of Zevlor’s legs around his waist – the perfect angle for Zevlor to begin taking his length. And he does. He gasps and moans and sighs as Tav seats himself fully in Zevlor’s tight hole. For a moment, neither move.

Then Tav moves, slowly withdrawing his length as he gauges Zevlor’s reaction. He didn’t expect the look of pure hunger on Zevlor’s face as he digs his heels in Tav’s rear, forcing him into the hilt.

He wants to be ravaged, the feeling of Tav’s cock stretching him causing something to snap within him, a carnal need for more. When Tav sets a relentless pace, he’s in a different realm, legs spreading wider to try and feel him even deeper, if such a thing were possible.

They come together – the hardest orgasm Zevlor has ever had. Zevlor falls asleep wrapped up with Tav, feeling more in control than he ever has.

#bg3 #bg3 smut #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #dammon x tav #zevlor x tav #rolan x tav #baldur's gate 3 #my writing #requests/suggestions #anon #HCs

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vibingandsimping · 6 months

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What kinks do you think Dammon would have?

I received this ask JUST after reading a Dammon fic. Get out of my head, Jesus christ.

I adore Dammon, truly. Sadly, he doesn’t strike me as a hardcore guy. He definitely has a fair share of kinks, though.

Worship

He adores your body. Honestly, anything about you. He whispers it to you as he trails his lips down your chest. Along your sternum as you begin to writhe. Each kiss is followed by some sort of compliment. “Your skin is so lush.”, “I love to hear you.”, “I would do this all day, god.” Really anything to get you off. His hands will work your flesh until you begin to whimper. Dammon works with enthusiasm til you’re practically begging. No need, though. Once you’re ready he’ll happy turn to one of his other kinks. On the other hand… He flusters so much if you do it in return. His brain shuts off but the raging tent in his trousers is proof enough. His skin a deep bronze as he draws ragged breaths. He enjoys it both ways. He could never ask for it, though. It’d have to be something you initiate.

Oral Fixation

Between your thighs is his heaven. He’ll spend all of eternity worshipping your sensitive flesh, if you’d permit. God, if you gave him permission to do it whenever he pleased? Practically every morning and night you’d go to sleep and wake to him. Tongue working like a feral animal as he uses skilled technique. Hands flying to his hair as it drapes over his shoulders. He forgone his hair-clip in his laze. Truthfully, all he thought and sought was the wondrous cries and ambrosia that you leaked. If he could write a song or poem- he would. You grow used to climaxing by his tongue alone at least once every time you visit. God forbid you two live together.

Mating Press

Not sure if this is a kink but… it’s the way he can reach so deeply within you. He tells you he doesn’t particularly have a breeding kink (he’s a liar). No, he just settled down in his life and can’t spare the thought of raising a child. He’d love to grow a family when his blacksmithing is solid and there’s no threat of danger. Despite that, he does welcome a little thrill. Your legs thrown over his shoulders as he drills into you. Even if you can’t biologically have kids- he’ll relish in the position. Yes, when you two are ready… he’s going to put you in this every time. Until you two have the kid you wish. Til there’s a bundle of joy to take care of and run around the house. Better get used to the burn in your thighs, baby. It’s going to be so hard to say no when he gives you those puppy-eyes of his.

Prolonged Foreplay

He is torturous. Dammon will sit and whisper his wants into your ear for days. Fleeting moments of you visiting his smithery for new tools and armor. Grabbing your arm as your companions depart to tell you his depraved thoughts. How he misses you so dearly. When you two finally grab a drink at a tavern as everyone chats. His eyes take you in hungrily and he plays so innocently when you pointedly stare at him. Finally alone, his nails tickle your skin as does his lips. Locked in the passion of your make-out and groping. Groaning into your skin as you touch a particularly sensual spot on his body. You can feel him pressing into the inside of your knee. When you suggest taking things further he simply shakes his head. He’s adamant on making sure you’re ready. Even if you whine and say you are. He gets off on the desperation between you two.

Tail Restraint

This goes both ways. If you have a tail of any sort he’ll gladly let you use it on him. Takes a little reassurance but he trusts you so much. How could you ever hurt him? You wrap your tail around his ankles or wrists as your hand wraps around his cock. His jaw lowers in a choked moan as you begin to slowly guide your hand. His erection, leaking and aching, being slowly jerked off as his body twists in your hold. It’s a delicious sight. If you want him to use his tail on you… again he’s very willing with some reassurance. (Also with the solid establishment of a safe-word. He’s so paranoid he’ll push your boundaries.) The leathery texture of the skin coils around your wrists. Laying on your arms as he pins and restrains them underneath your back. He slips to his knees and begins to work his hands on your sex. He’s slow, painfully so, in working the seed of desire in you. Finally, when your sex begins to weep for him does he use his tongue. The feeling is gratifying and leaves you nearly forgetting the lack of movement in your arms and hands.

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asylummint · 2 months

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Can I request headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with oblivious gn s/o?

Absolutely i honestly feel like i got them better this time!

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Haarlep:

Haarlep is initially drawn to their oblivious significant other by their genuine kindness and innocence.

despite their obliviousness, Harrlep finds their significant other's innocence endearing and feel a strong desire to protect and cherish them.

Haarlep often finds themselves subtly trying to catch their significant other's attention, whether its's through small gestures of affection or acts of kindness.

They often find themselves blushing or stumbling over their words in the presence of their significant other, unable to fully express their feelings.

Haarlep enjoys spending quiet moments with their significant other, whether it's sharing a meal together or simply enjoying each other's company in silence.

Dammon:

Dammon is initially intrigued by his oblivious significant other's lack of awareness, finding it both amusing and endearing.

Despite their obliviousness, Dammon finds his significant other's innocence refreshing and enjoys teasing them in a playful manner.

Dammon often tries to drop subtle hints of flirtatious remarks, but his significant other always seems to miss the signals, much to Dammons amusement.

He often finds himself getting flustered in his significant others presence, Unable to always continue what he was saying.

Dammon enjoys engaging in playful banter and teasing with his significant other, cherishing the lighthearted moments they share together.

Rolan:

Rolan is initially drawn to his significant other's genuine kindness and sincerity.

Despite their obliviousness, Rolan finds his significant other's innocence charming and has a very strong desire to protect that innocence.

Rolan often finds himself going out of his way to show his affection and admiration for his significant other.

Rolan doesn't really get flustered, but he does get nervous when his significant other doesn't catch on to his feelings.

Rolan fully enjoys spending quality time with his significant other no matter what their doing.

Zevlor:

Zevlor is initially drawn to his obvlious sigificant other's innocence and lack of awareness. They are always looking to help in the grove

Despite thei obliviousness, Zevlor admires his significant others untainted view of the world and he just wants to guide and protect them

Zevlore enjoys engaging in deep conversations and sharing their experiences with his significant other, cherishing the oppotunity to impart guidance while talking

hes always trying to catch his significant others attention, weather its by making a dumb choice or by constantly being by their side

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I hope you enjoyed!!!

#bg3 #haarlep x reader #haarlep #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #tav #dammon x reader #dammon #bg3 rolan #dammon bg3 #rolan #rolan x reader #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #rolan baldur's gate 3 #zevlor x reader #zevlor #bg3 dammon

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underdark-dreams · 7 months

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On my knees begging and pleading for more poly Rolan x Dammon x Tav content.

I’m sorry to god and to everyone for how depraved this became 😳

Dammon x Rolan x gn!Tav: Poly HCs (pt 2)

(part 1 here)

SFW:

It’s not that Dammon thinks of himself as a loner, he’s just been on his own so long that he got used to the constant low-level loneliness

Now that he has two partners he loves & who love him back, it really shakes up his usual routine

In his old life, he didn’t question rising before dawn every day to go shovel fuel into the furnace, tie on his thick leather apron, and prepare his forge for steel-working. Waking up in between you and Rolan makes getting out of bed a lot more difficult

Dammon’s still an early bird by nature, but these days he spends a few minutes longer in bed

He’ll press kisses to your sleepy forehead and enjoy the feeling of Rolan cuddling up against his ribcage from behind for a while before finally slipping out without waking you both to start his day

Definitely imagine Rolan as the neat freak of you three. He finds a towel discarded on the bedroom floor and comes downstairs with a sullen expression to announce that he’s not mad, he’s just disappointed

Rolan immediately washes dishes before anyone else can get to them & then complains that no one else does the dishes in this house

The upside of his fastidious nature is that Rolan has a soft spot for tenderly washing his lovers’ hair in the bath. Loves to hold you or Dammon back against his chest in the water and gently dote over you

If you’re not a Tiefling, or if you’re one of those people who tends to have cold feet/hands all the time, prepare to be the filling in the warmest and cuddliest bed sandwich

Dammon and Rolan know that you run a little colder than them, so they prefer to sleep on the sides for better air flow while you snuggle in the middle

With all of their respective limbs wrapping around you and holding you in the night, you'll barely need a blanket

NSFW:

Rolan loves to tease and Dammon loves to give Rolan what he wants. For Dammon this usually means surrendering control and letting Rolan totally take the lead when he’s in the mood to top

Dammon’s got the strength to flip him and pin him down at any time, but instead he lets Rolan bend his legs up and apart with hands on his thighs as his beloved, cocky wizard fucks him into the mattress, hands clasped over Rolan’s shoulders

He gives Rolan all the praise he asks for and then some. Rolan loves the feeling of control, but deep down he knows he’s not really the one guiding the situation, and he’s okay with that—as long as Dammon keeps showering those sweet words that he craves. Tell him he’s a good boy

Rolan talks a big talk, but when you or Dammon has him on his back with his cock in your hand, he’s a moaning mess. His face flushes a deep burgundy as you stroke him off, embarrassed by how helpless he is to resist either of you

Not even intentional but Dammon tends to overstimulate a lot

He just loves the sounds you both make when you’re coming, feels so elated and proud to be the one you’re surrendering to like this, and wants to reward you even more for being so wonderful using his fingers/mouth/cock. Can't quit until you're crying or begging him to stop

There’s few thing Rolan loves more than coming on your face/neck/chest. He loves watching your skin glisten after he marks you

Dammon would much rather finish inside either one of you. Watching you swallow him drives him up the wall, he can’t get enough

The best is when they both fuck you at once, which is by far a favorite of theirs, too

You’re on hands and knees at the edge of the bed while Dammon takes you from behind, lavishing groans of praise about how tight and perfect you are, taking him so beautifully, while his sharp nails are digging into your hips as he gets into you deeper with each thrust

Rolan stands with legs spread slightly as he fucks your mouth, one clawed hand gripping your chin to keep your throat tilted at just the right angle for him, but just as much so he can watch your lips slide over him as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Calls you all kinds of sweet yet humiliating things

It’s not over till they’ve both filled you or your limbs can’t hold yourself up anymore, whichever comes first

#nsft #rolan x dammon #dammon x reader #rolan x reader #dammon bg3 #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #bg3 dammon #poly headcanons #dammon x rolan #dammon x tav #rolan x tav

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csphire · 8 months

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Sad because you need more Dammon?

Here is a guide on how to make him into your player character or guardian. ->New Guide here that includes mod suggestions!

To start with I made sure that all his stats were at least 10 in everything like his original. According to the Wiki Dammon is an Asmodeus Tiefling.

For the extra points left over, I put them into upping his Dexterity (as it helps with dodging damage), the main stat for his class (in this case Wisdom for a Druid), and a bit in Charisma just to make conversation rolls a bit easier. For background, I went with Guild Artisan to further help him with persuasion, give him some insight, and for roleplaying purposes since he was a blacksmith. For cantrips, I would highly recommend picking Guidance to further aid all conversation rolls.

For Class, I went with Druid because it lets him wield a scimitar right at the start. On the Nautolid you can usually find two of these weapons. The second reason is maybe being at the grove rubbed off on him a little. He did after all pick up a few skills while in Avernus why not at the Druid Grove too? The third reason, your doppelganger gets a discount from Arron the other merchant to be found there. But of course, you can make him any other class you wish or multi-class him. I did so myself by adding dragon sorcerer and bard to him later on. (I am tempted to try and get the Jack-of-all-Trades achievement with him.)

When it comes to his eyes there is a slight hiccup. They are currently only unique to Dammon. The closest we can get to them is Blue 3. I vaguely recalled that if one was a tiefling in Early Access even if one were to pick the more human/elven eye colors they would still have a slight glow to them. This is currently not the case as of launch and I'm not aware if there are any mods out that can give us the proper eyes. :

Actually, after some thought, another color might be better than Blue 3 called Sapphire 4 as it's a little more intense.

For make-up, I don't think Dammon wears any but I did add a subtle amount to try to make his eyes stand out a little more and added the tinest amount of color and gloss to his lips. So the following is optional. Personally, I find that particular eyeshadow comes in handy for guys overall at a 10 or 20 intensity level to make their eyes look a little deeper set and um... more broody?

For the hair, you may want to experiment with the red highlight. I don't think I got the color spot on. Below, I outlined other possibilities. On a darker red you may want to go higher in intensity than just 60.

The horns I also worry I made a touch lighter than Dammon's but if you go with a Dusty 6 or 7 that might correct the minor difference.

Below is a final side-by-side comparison in the same lighting. Again, you might wish to experiment and go with a slightly darker red for the red hair highlight and the same with the horns. Also, the dyes I end up using for his gear are Swamp Green or Green to complement his original outfit colors.

Enjoy!

And Special thanks to @deir-emmett for coming up with the guide for the Dammon Dream Visitor available here.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #Dammon #build guide #Dammon as Tav

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his short gn s/o asking him to sit down so they can kiss him?

writing as if reader is a short race like a gnome or a halfling bc I don’t see them get a lot of love 😌

Astarion

Smirks.

We’ve heard the comments he’s made in game. This man can be an arsehole. (This has caused you to kick him in the kneecaps before).

“if you’re that desperate for a taste, darling, I’m sure you’ll find a way up here 💕”

But if you turn to walk away he reaches out to grab your shoulder and gets to a knee so you can kiss him properly

You tell him he’s a twat. He agrees and kisses you again ❤️

Gale

He has started having a chair by his tent for this very reason.

Whenever he sees you approaching he grins and sits down because he’s hoping for a kiss 💕

You put your hands on each of his knees and go up on your tiptoes to press your mouth to his, and you can feel him smile into the kiss

”isn’t that old adage true? Good things come in small packages, my darling.”

you have to agree. You are pretty great.

Wyll

Fan of holding your hand and twirling you with ease before you come in for a kiss.

Loves that you’re a bit shorter so he can feel likes he’s big enough to protect you 🥹

”come down here and let me kiss you, my blade” “oh, light of my life, you don’t even need to ask.”

do grab onto the horns to hoist yourself up a bit if needs be. he doesn’t mind 💕

Halsin

Is the only companion who can lift you up and kiss you. (Though with that Str 10 it’s a stretch)

usually he does this against a tree, but only if he’s getting carried away.

is more than happy to acquiesce when you ask him to come down to your level, sitting on a tree stump and opening his legs so that you can fit easily against him ❤️

his big hands cupping your face… is there any better bliss 😌

Dammon

He’s always over the forge! You stand there and pout that he’s not easy to kiss because he has to finish up what he’s doing first. It takes ages and you want kisses now >:(

So he makes you a stool to stand on ! It’s easier than you having to wait for him to sit.

you wander into his forge and climb up, he walks over and gives you a big smooch 💕

Rolan

“Heh… too tall for you am I…”

you go to walk away and there’s a quick “no come back!!”

so eager to reach down to kiss you when he’s stopped teasing, such an enthusiastic kisser lol

might use Floating Disc to raise you up to his height, or maybe a little bit taller so that he can tilt his head up to you ❤️

Zevlor

He takes a knee to kiss you like he’s swearing an oath.

If he’s sitting to kiss you, puts his hands on your hips to guide your body to him

i also have this vision of, if you’re a str-based class, you grab onto his horns and lift yourself in a pull-up to kiss him. This makes him blush like a young man finding his first love. ❤️

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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The Bag of Holding (Masterlist)

Welcome to the Forge of the Nine, home to the tieflings of Elturel and a place to find a fix for all your tiefling needs. My name's Bri and I'll be your guide.

I write content for Dammon, Zevlor, and Rolan. Both SFW and NSFW content, NSFW can be filtered out by blocking the tag 'bg3 smut'.

Requests are closed but I'm always down for a chat :)

NSFW is bolded, Fics and drabbles are italicized

Last updated 3/12/23

Masterlist

Dammon

Anything for you Under the stars with you The three times you leave Dammon, and the one time you stay Dammon sick day headcanons Home to me Praise kink headcanons Teaching his partner to forge Dammon with a male reader Dammons confession letter Random NSFW headcanons Dammon with a modern reader Dammon as a dad Pet name headcanons Too slow, love Dammon with an artistic partner Once night falls How you know he loves you, before you date NSFW tail headcanons for Dammon Random thoughts about Dammons tail A domestic life with Dammon

Zevlor

The locket of hellrider protection Retiring in the countryside with Zevlor Insecurities about having a human partner Zevlor in the modern world Seducing Zevlor at the tiefling party Zevlor with a modern reader Praise kink headcanons Tail headcanons Zevlor sick day headcanons Pet name headcanons Having kids with a human partner Love language headcanons Random NSFW headcanons part 1 Random NSFW headcanons part 2 How you know he loves you, before you date

Rolan

Lets stay here

All three

The bachelors when their partners speak another language Bachelor purring headcanons When the bachelors break a horn The bachelors with a shy and insecure reader When you touch their infernal features What it's like sleeping with the bachelors (literally) NSFW headcanons of the bachelors partner wearing pigtails The bachelors being asked why their tail sways The bachelors when you explore their tiefling traits Bachelors BDSM headcanons When their partner hides an injury Gift giving headcanons Tiefling heat and ruts Bachelors with a partner that's a virgin Reaction to their partner becoming a tiefling When their partner is a singer How you accidentally turn them on Reactions when their tief partner breaks a horn When they find your sketchbook The bachelors with a breeding kink Using their tails to stop you from leaving NSFW tail headcanons

General Tiefling content

Tiefling heats and ruts Tiefling weddings!

#Masterlist #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 dammon #baldurs gate 3 dammon #dammon x reader #bg3 zevlor #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #bg3 rolan #baldurs gate 3 rolan #rolan x reader #bg3 tiefling #baldurs gate 3 smut

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writteninlunarlight-years · 2 days

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Did you get a request? It's headcanons for Wyll, Dammon, and Rolan being jealous of some guy is flirting with their female s/o although she's oblivious that he's flirting with her? He's so possessive that he even took her back home to have a heated make-out while holding her close! (For Dammon & Rolan, please have his tail wrapped around her 🥺). Please stay safe! Thanks!

I did, in fact, get your request, Anon! I just had a few ahead of you!

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Wyll

Will is a pious man. He tries really hard to remain level-headed and cool as a cucumber.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have a moment or two of self-doubt or even rage.

Wyll is very quiet until he needs to speak up. He likes to observe and monitor the situation. For example, Y/N is being touched and laughing with Astarion for too long.

Wyll tried at first to use justification; maybe this is happening cause you are planning a battle strategy, or you need something lock-picked.

As the night progresses, he gets even more anxious and feels his blood boiling. Why haven't you come to his tent yet? Why are you busy now talking to that stupid Wizard?

Will would like do some soothing mantras, maybe even yoga, to calm himself down.

When you moved to talk to Halsin over him, though, all bets were off. Will stormed over there, so red in the face he rivaled the trim of his shirt.

Will is never physically harmful, but he did grab the back of your neck like a cat and redirect you to his tent.

As he let you in his tent before he entered, he turned to look at all the others in your group and stared them down individually before joining you.

Wyll hugged you close and sighed into your shoulder now that you were finally in his grasp.

As he calmed down, he started to feel really bad for his emotions and feelings of jealousy.

While doting on you, apologizing for his transgressions, you would tell him how much you liked it and thought it was hot.

That was all he needed to form an impish grin and smash his lips against yours. Wyll left hickies in places you didn't know hickies could go.

The following day, he had a huge grin, and you, sore and refreshed from your night together, proved to everyone in camp who owned you.

Dammon

Dammon is pretty secure in himself. His whole life, he was told how attractive and good-looking he was. Being a blacksmith just made him that much more attractive because of all the manual labor he had to do.

Dammon was indeed possessive of you but trusted you, so he didn't think he needed to show it all the time.

That was until the day those travelers came to town, and all resolve Dammon had was ruined.

It's not that he lost trust in you. No, he lost the ability to trust others as that man began to touch you and play with your hair even after introducing himself as your partner.

Dammon was hot, not just physically but mentally. He was beginning to see red.

Dammon knows how oblivious you can be. Hell, it took him eight weeks to get you to realize he had feelings for you because you were so clueless, but he loved that about you.

Dammon watched from afar as the travelers asked you more questions about the town and kept touching your arm.

Dammon did, in fact, ruin three swords while watching this whole interaction.

After the third sword snapped, he had enough. Dammon walked right over to where you two were talking. He shoved the traveler out of the way, grabbed the back of your head, and smashed his lips against yours.

Man did not stop kissing you until he needed to breathe. When he pulled away, he turned and looked at the traveler, who was mortified by the intense PDA just witnessed.

If someone were to ask Dammon what the bruise on his hand was, he would say he accidentally hit it with his hammer. If someone asked you or anyone else nearby, Dammon broke a man's nose and probably cheekbones.

After Dammon's display of superiority, he wrapped his tail around you gently and guided you back to your home, where he made sure everyone knew you were claimed by him from here on out. (I am talking about hickies; I do not believe Dammon would brand anyone with his equipment.)

Rolan

Rolan comes off as self-absorbed, but that's only because he is so scared of messing up and losing what little he has left.

He is very, very invested in his studies and in continuing to be the best Wizard on the coast so he can protect you and his siblings.

Once he had control over the tower, his obsession with learning grew even more, which never bothered you; seeing him succeed made you so happy.

Rolan would be in the middle of reading a book downstairs when he hears your laugh from the other side of the room.

Curious about what you found funny and wanting to reconnect with you since it had been a while, imagine his surprise when he saw you laughing at a Sorcerer who wandered in.

Hoping his eyes were deceiving him, he hid behind a bookshelf, watching as you checked out books for this man and laughed at his tales from the field.

Nothing seemed inherently wrong with the interaction; as Rolan began to blow it off, he noticed the Sorcerer's eyes rake across your body. Oh. Hell. No

Rolan redirected his attention to you two and noticed all the small queues the Sorcerer was giving, from prolonged hand touching, overzealous compliments, and those damn eyes.

Once all his books were checked out, the conversation should have ended there. You could have even said goodbye and wished him a nice day. Yet that man stood there and kept talking for ages.

Once, Rolan heard the dreaded words, "Wanna hit a tavern with me?" He used Misty Step, the fastest he had ever had, and appeared before you.

At this moment, Rolan was the exact verbiage of 'if looks could kill.'

Putting on one of his business fake smiles, Rolan tried to strike up a conversation with the lesser-than-magic user.

What this man did that made Rolan's blood boil was that he ignored him and talked through him before starting to speak to you again.

Before you could defuse the situation at all, Rolan had already cast a few spells and charms on him. Rolan calmed down from rage to something else as the Sorcerer left his tail between his legs.

When he looked at you, he looked like a man in heat. Scooping you up, he quickly took you to his quarters.

"I must not have been paying you enough attention if others think they can claim what mine is."

Rolan devoured you that night and ensured you were covered in his love and admiration.

From then on, when out on the floor helping customers and guests in the building, Rolan kept a possessive tail wrapped around you until closing hours.

I hope you all enjoy this one. It is a bit longer than last time. I hope it is good enough. I am feeling stronger and more confident in my writing every day. Thank you, everyone!

#bg3 #x reader #bg3 x reader #baulders gate 3 #bg3 wyll #wyll ravengard #baldurs gate wyll #wyll x reader #dammon x reader #dammon #dammon bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 rolan #rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan x reader #headcanon

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arctophyllax · 3 months

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Zevlor is the moon, a guiding light in the dark. A calming presence that follows you around, when you’re lonely and feel hopeless. The most gentle light illuminating your path. This silver companion, so incredibly comforting and breathtakingly beautiful in a way only poetry can describe. The moon, our protector and guardian. Inviting you to look. To look up, and never down.

See: the silver of his armour

Concepts: protection, guidance and gentleness

Dammon is the sun, warming and nourishing. Burning with passion, the light so bright that it will blind you if you look at for too long. The sun that is so normalised because we see it constantly, but without it we would be doomed. The warmth it spends, the energy it gives and the new hope that a sunrise brings each day. The sun, who wants the best for everyone and might just make you fall if you get to close*.

See: the golden circles around his irises

Concepts: fire, optimism and passion

Rolan is the stars, brimming with potential and beauty. So eager to learn, made for something truly great. Beauty you will want to stare at for hours and nightly yearning for picking them off the sky like flowers from a field. The stars that are so distant but feel so close, stars that we seek to connect and understand, pictures in the sky so intricate that we spent thousands of years naming them and studying them.

See: freckles that resemble constellations and the night sky

Concepts: scholarship, ambition and elegance

* yes that is an Icarus reference, pun absolutely intended

#bg3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 dammon #dammon #bg3 rolan #rolan #my brain is empty #I’m so inactive #i still love them

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jessfromouterspace · 7 months

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kinktober/flufftober mashup - all bg3 vibes

round two - dammon/tav - fingering/playing with hair (ao3 link)

[dammon was requested, feel free to request your faves]

The gentle glow surrounding Last Light did little to ease the tension taking deep root in Tav's shoulders. A quick glance around and she's glad to see her companions finding a bit of joy and rest as they've settled at the inn. It's a perfect time to slip away, some solitude in the outdoors will do her some good.

She has been feeling downright claustrophobic since they've been under shadow, and the shield surrounding the inn did little to dispel that. She can feel the anxiety creeping up in her chest as she wanders outside, realizing there's no true place for her to escape to.

"Feeling alright, Tav?" A voice breaks through her thoughts and her eyes find Dammon leaning against the stone arch, a look of concern on his face. He's holding his gloves and apron in his hands, letting her know that hes done working for the night. He motions for her to follow him into the stables before he heads back himself.

She was seeking solitude, but the idea of being alone right now no longer seems appealing. She had hoped they'd have a chance to spend some time together once she realized he had made it to Last Light.

She follows him in and he's taken a seat on a pile of hay where he's thrown a few blankets and furs around.

"It's tough to get used to." He starts, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. "Danger out there, or stuck in here, some days the danger sounds better." He sighs but her soft laugh brings a smile to his face.

"I see we can add mind reading to your impressive list of skills." Her smile warms his heart as she takes a seat next to him, her sigh heavy as she sinks into the fur and the hay. "Thank you." She mumbles, her hands folded over in her lap, an awkwardness growing as she realizes she's fighting the urge to reach out for him.

"For what?" His eyebrows furrow, genuine curiosity on his face as he breaks the awkwardness for her and places his hand on her knee.

"For noticing." Her fingers are hesitant, but they reach out, draping over his own. "I…" her voice trails off, a tinge of shame to it. "I'm embarrassed to be bothered by such a thing." Her eyes rise to meet his, her breath catching at how they seem to see right through her. She could get lost in the soft blue that radiates the warmth of the sky on a summer day.

"First, I'll always notice you." He gives her knee a squeeze, a gesture of care and comfort before anything else. "But most importantly, there is nothing to be ashamed of. What you've had to face…" His voice softens as she leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder, the scent of smoke and metal oddly comforting. "Well, if nothing else you shouldn't have to face it alone." He scoots back, guiding her head into his lap so she can lay flat. There's just enough space for her to stretch her legs out, letting her shoulders relax as one of his hands rests on her stomach and the other begins to run through her hair.

Silence falls between the two, the intimacy of the moment taking hold of them, showing them something they've been dancing around since the Grove.

He begins to undo the small braids she had through her hair, letting it all flow free. For a man that spends his days bending metal to his will, his touch is surprisingly soft. He uses his claws to gently scratch over her scalp, a soft moan escapes her lips, making him chuckle.

"I take it you like this then?" He asks, continuing his light touch while she leans into it.

"Yes." She is breathless, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Can I confess something?" She avoids eye contact with him, but further seeks his touch.

"Of course." His voice is deeper, suspecting where her thoughts may be leading. She tries to not get distracted by the hand that is on her stomach drifting ever so slightly lower.

"I have given plenty of thought to how you'd use your hands, but none of them were quite like this." Her boldness has brought a sparkle to her eye that causes his heart to quicken.

He pulls the hand that was in her hair to cradle the back of her head, lifting her up so he can bring his lips to hers.

"May I?" He asks while his breath mingles with hers.

"Please." Her voice is but a whisper before she lifts the last small amount to meet him in a kiss. She reaches up, her thumb gliding across his cheekbone before sliding higher across the base of one of his horns. He pulls her further into his lap, cradling her while their tongues tease at each other, enjoying the new sensation.

He slides his hand down her stomach, his fingertips toying with the edge of her pants. He pulls back, his eyes searching for permission. She nods enthusiastically, giving them both a moment to laugh before she pulls him back into a crushing kiss.

He undoes the laces slowly, each drag of his fingertips the most delightful torture. He smiles against her lips as he feels her hips rise to meet him and he can't give in just yet, while he drags a claw over the cotton trousers. He can feel the heat of her as he fully cups her over her clothes, using his palm to rub against her, pulling the softest whines out of her.

He breaks their kiss so he can watch as he gives in and slides his hand into her pants, a groan escaping him as he feels the wetness waiting for him. Her head falls back, her throat begging for attention as his fingertips circle her clit, sending pleasure rippling through her.

He couldn't resist her if he tried, his lips pressing to her neck, sucking lightly as his fingers play between slow circles and gliding down to dip into her. He notices her biting her lip, an attempt to stifle her cries.

"Please, let me hear you." He presses a soft kiss to her temple before returning to her neck and nipping at the soft skin under her jaw just as he plunged two fingers into her. He knew no one would come looking for his services this time of night, well, no one other than her.

Her moans grew louder, fueling his actions. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, taking care with his claws. Her hips rolled in rhythm with him, grinding herself against his palm with each thrust.

He took his time leaving small marks across her throat and collarbone, the noises she made with each one were now burned into his memory. She felt his tail wrap around her ankle, pulling her legs wider so that he could move his fingers even deeper into her.

Her breath was starting to stutter and her writhing less controlled, he knew she was getting close. He let his thumb press hard over her clit as she lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He sucked particularly hard on the spot on her neck that made her moan the loudest before burying his tongue in her mouth, insisting on catching her moans as she came.

He held her tight as the waves of pleasure moved through her, his fingers still thrusting while she tightened around them. As her orgasm subsided he withdrew his fingers, looking her in the eye as he took both of them into his mouth, sucking them clean. The lightest moan escape his mouth as she looked on with awe.

"Stay with me?" He asked, moving her to straddle his hips, letting her grind against his hardness, while his tail wrapped around them both. "I need to really taste you."

#bg3 fanfiction #dammon #dammon x tav #kinktober #flufftober #the usual note that i just write these real quick in browser #i dont take it too seriously and you shouldnt either #also probanly going to use another prompt or two for dammon because he doesnt have enough out there #one of the prompts will be a follow up to this one

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