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mooshywrites · 3 months

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his shy gender neutral crush accidentally sitting on his lap? They get off immediately while apologising the moment they realised!

A/N - Ahhhhh this prompt idea is so adorable ;-;!!!!!

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Astarion -

~ Astarion would definitely not let you forget something like this.

~ After a particularly hard day full of fighting, I can see the whole camp deciding to relax and pass around one or two (or a case) of wine.

~ The alcohol goes straight to your head and you’re tripping over your feet in no time. This isn’t a problem, that is until… you stumble and trip your way right into Astarion’s lap

~ Your cheeks get all red, your words coming out with a plethora of excuses and Astarion basks in your embarrassment with glee.

~ He’s secretly loving it for another reason, that being the closeness of you against him now. You’ve been much too shy up to this point to even look him in the eye, let alone touch him

~ You’re falling over yourself trying to get up, apologizing more times than anyone can count and of course Astarion has all the petty things anyone could ever say

~ “If you wanted a place on my lap, you need only ask, darling.”

~ He loves it even more the next morning when he notices that now you can’t even look in his general direction without turning a beautiful shade of red

Gale -

~ Gale would be all jokes if you accidentally sat on him, trying his best to ease the awkward tension

~ “You know, I always thought I looked like an awkwardly plush chair” he would tease, lending a hand to help you up

~ I think he would love the flush to your cheeks, knowing you’re absolutely mortified by the experience.

~ He wouldn’t tell a soul about it, not even in jest. He knows how shy you are and knows the accident would only embarrass you further if your other companions caught wind of it, even if part of him wanted to brag

~ Instead, he would playfully point out ever tripping hazard while with you, leaving it an inside joke between the two of you

Wyll -

~ I can definitely see you losing your balance while practicing a difficult attack, landing right into the Devil’s lap

~ Wyll would be as charming as ever about the whole situation, making a dramatic flourish as he “caught you”

~ He’d probably rave on and on about how the ‘Blade of the Frontiers’ often had to catch damsels in distress as they fell into his awaiting arms. Everyone else may think this was because he was a braggart, but you knew deep down he did it to ease your embarrassment

~He would definitely be kind enough to ignore your reddened cheeks, whispering that everything was absolutely alright as you shot up practically shouting an “I’m sorry”

~ From that moment on, though, he always made sure to be the closest one to you, making sure he’d be there if you needed a knight in shining armor’s lap to save you again

Halsin -

~ You would be immensely tired after a long day of traveling, not even looking where your feet planted as you plopped down on what you thought was a log.

~ You practically jump out of your skin when strong arms wrap around you casually, Halsin continuing on his conversation with the others as if nothing happened

~ You would feel the red hot embarrassment in every nerve of your body, hissing to Halsin to let go, apologizing for sitting on him

~ He would cling on for a few moments, letting out a deep chuckle at your blunder

~ “Think nothing of it, my heart, I simply thought you wanted to sit somewhere softer than the ground. Would you prefer to sit on me if I were a bear?”

~ You couldn’t even answer him, smacking his chest and jumping out of his arms

~ Thank goodness it was dark, you wouldn’t want anyone seeing the goofy smile on your face paired with the knowing grin on the gentle giant elf

Dammon -

~ Dammon would be so generously kind as you accidentally sat on him, helping you back up, worried he made you uncomfortable

~ He would definitely be the only one to be more embarrassed than you, his cheeks the exact same shade of red. He’d try to play it off, but the cracks in his voice gave it away immediately

~ Both of you would be an adorable mess of apologies and stutters, trying to ignore how nice it was to be that close only moments earlier.

~ He would finally clear his throat, trying to change the subject as the red in his cheeks began to even seep down to his neck.

~ You both finally relaxed a little, smiling relieved smiles

~ That is until a very loud, very obvious Astarion would gesture between the two of you, “When the hell are you two going to finally admit you like each other! Seriously, this is getting difficult to watch”

~ It would take days before the you and Dammon could make it through a conversation without sounding like a bumbling lovesick kit after that

Rolan -

~ If anyone could be more awkward than Dammon when you sat on his lap, it would absolutely be Rolan. Apparently the invisibility spell he was trying out worked a little too well.

~ You would let out a shriek as you sat down, expecting the chair to feel… well… like a chair. You spun around to an apologetic smile and hands held up in defense

~ Both of you would choke out an “im sorry” at the same time, giggling a little breathlessly

~ “What the hell were you doing as a chair?” You’d complain, trying to swallow away the embarrassment, not knowing it was written across all of your features

~ “We’ll, technically, I wasn’t a chair” He’d say defensively, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of his already crimson skin

~ Neither of you spoke of it after, but you definitely didn’t miss the way Rolan seemed extra attentive in the days after

Zevlor -

~ Zevlor would be sickly sweet about all of it, a little disappointed when you didn’t stay for more than a moment

~ You’d make up for that when your sweet quiet voice would squeak out some apologies, eyes looking anywhere but him. He so very loved when you were embarrassed like this

~ He’d brush it off quickly, pulling up your hand to kiss it gently

~ This would make you blush more but that was probably his whole goal to begin with

~ “I’m completely at your disposal.” He’d say, taking every opportunity to memorize the shy smile you gave him

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swordcreature · 3 months

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hi! any hcs for the tiefling bachelor trio + sharing a bath with their partner?

hi anon ty for this request!

i struggled a bit on whether or not i wanted to include tub sex or just stick to a simple, intimate "they bathe each other" kind of thing.

but i can't resist adding in some minor smut when i can

what can i say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Sharing a Bath

contains sexual content MDNI/18+

Sharing a bath with the tiefling boys

Dammon:

Dammon’s tub is smaller, made to fit in the limited space of his home. He doesn’t have a lot of fancy soaps or oils, just the necessities, but he does take the time to make the bath as hot as you like it.

Sharing a bath with him is as much for the intimacy as it is for getting clean. It’s about the experience.

Which means he’s very handsy in the bath. Not always in a sexual sense either, just a lot of physical contact, solely for the sake of feeling you. The moment you sit down he pulls you towards him to sit between his legs with your back to his chest.

And even though you’re pressed tightly against him, it’s not enough.

His hands roam everywhere, not an inch of skin left untouched. Running his hands down your arms, palms smoothing over your sides, claws tracing the inside of your thighs. Something about the way the warm water heats your skin makes it irresistible. Well, more so than usual.

Dammon offers to help wash you as an excuse to touch you more, to bring you close and lavish you with attention. He always picks out soap that smells like him, his not-so-secret way of staking his claim, so to speak.

If you offer to wash him, he’ll let you, but it’s not as much fun for him. He very much prefers lathering you up, getting you sudsy and slippery, and so soft. He does enjoy having his hair washed though. Especially if you have nails to give him a gentle scratch while you gently work through some tangles.

He loves to fool around in the bath and most times you feel him already hard by the time you sit back against him. His hands still roam you, but he’s hungrier than usual, the gentle passes of his hands turn into squeezes, groping his favorite, most plush parts of you.

When he knows you’re willing, he spreads you with your back still to him so that he can tease you. Feeling you so prone and vulnerable, legs wide open and head resting back on his shoulder, makes the blood rush to his cock. He rocks it against you for any bit of friction he can get.

But at some point, it’s too much for both of you, and he quickly turns you around to ride him. It’s messy. Water splashes everywhere; Dammon tries to buck up into you at the same pace you take him, but the tub is much too small to do it effectively.

So he gets up abruptly and carries you out of the bath, both soaked and dripping (in more ways than one). He tosses you onto the bed, too excited to do much else besides climb on top and finish what you started. Most days the water never even has a chance to cool before you’re out and on the bed.

Rolan:

Rolan prepares a luxurious bath. Lots of fresh soaps that smell like delicate flowers and fragrant herbs that supposedly make your skin soft. When he draws the water for both of you, it’s not usually for bathing. It’s for fun and relaxation. A time to pamper each other.

At first you sit at opposite ends of the bath, each with a full glass of wine, talking about the day and what needs done tomorrow. He enjoys winding down with you, listening to you talk and watching as you sink down further into the water with loose muscles. Being able to provide you with such lavishness brings him immense satisfaction.

As you both have a little more to drink, he beckons you closer, pulling you to sit at his side where he can wrap himself around you better. One arm at the edge of the tub against your shoulders, the other gently running circles over the skin not under water. He likes to watch the goose bumps form as his warmed fingers brush over your chilled chest.

The conversation becomes more intimate, now only whispers and hushed giggles as you leave no space between you. Breathing each other’s air. Sharing slow, buzzed kisses. Rolan wants nothing more than to feel as if you two are the only ones in the world in that moment.

He keeps the bath hot for as long as you want, as long as you’re willing to indulge him with your lips and your soft touch. You also magically never run out of wine, either.

For the most part, sex in the bath isn’t Rolan’s favorite. Particularly because of how unruly things can get. That doesn’t mean he won’t indulge when the time is right.

As you sit together, arms and legs twisted together, he’ll untangle you from him to pull you onto his lap to straddle his thigh. He grabs at your hips, moving them in a lazy rhythm that passes your core right over the ridges of his thigh.

When you find the right speed he relents, watching you grind yourself against him, careful to keep you from going too fast and splashing water over the tub. He grips his cock in one hand to work it in time to your movements.

But you take over with an eager pump of your hand. You both rock into each other, growing more desperate. Rolan kisses you with wet, warm lips as you move together in the oiled water of the bath. Everything is slick and hot, and soon you both reach your peaks, gasping into each other’s mouth.

Rolan is quick to get out of the bath after that, but he’s more than willing to wrap you in a towel and lead you to bed where your night continues.

Zevlor:

For Zevlor, baths are usually all about utility. It’s something he picked up while in command and has been hard to forget. He uses a cheap, clean smelling soap – the same kind he has used since he was a cadet. He’s never had time or patience for anything fancier. A real military guy.

He’s hesitant when you broach the subject of taking a bath together, not sure if he’d enjoy soaking for longer than the several minutes it takes him to bathe. But still, he agrees.

And he loves it.

At first, he’s awkward, trying to give you space despite his long legs taking up a lot of space. When you position him to lean back against you, his head resting on your shoulder with your body pressed next to his, he relaxes, lowering down into the water ever so slightly. His tense muscles start to relax.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t this: your hands cupping water over his hair, fingers working over his scalp as you lather up the soap, lips pressing against his temple when he closes his eyes.

Zevlor’s almost asleep when you whisper for him to lean back further so that you can rinse the suds from his hair. He’s never felt so relaxed in his life. Even as the water cools, he’s more than willing to keep still, indulging in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your hands smoothing over the plane of his chest.

The water is too cold for you to properly bathe by the time he finally stirs. But you don’t mind, especially after seeing the serene look on Zevlor’s face as he relaxed in your arms.

When he’s laying back in your embrace, eyes closed and breathing even, it’s hard to resist letting your hands glide down the lean muscle of his body until you reach his length. He twitches with surprise as you cup his balls in your palm, his cock hardening almost instantly.

You rub your hand up his shaft and back down, taking him in your fist to work him over lightly.

His hips buck haphazardly, too relaxed to control himself. You continue just like that, lips tickling the point of his ear as you whisper praise for how good he feels in your grip.

It doesn’t take him long to finish after the intimacy of the bath and the practiced way you touch him. When you both are warmed up and dried off, he takes his time returning the favor.

It’s not long before he asks for you to join him in the bath again.

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forgeofthenine · 4 months

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I love how you write about the tieflings so much! I totally fig all the headcannons and everything!

Now.. in the spirit of the heat and rut stuff.. whatnif the tieflimg ba helors arent in a rut and find their tiefling girlfriends in heat?

Like they walk in and they see their girlfriend fingering themselves or humbing a pillow whimpering and moaning and stuff.

Here's the first post of the year guys! Sorry for the short hiatus, work has been busy and my dog currently has an infection I needed to take him to the vet for (let me know if anyone wants pictures of him in his cone of shame lmao). Starting the year off right, with some heat and rut smut! I tried out a format I've used similarly before, hopefully you guys like it! Thanks for the request Nanitheart :)

The tiefling bachelors (+Halsin) when their partner is in heat

Dammon

Dammon keeps a mental note of when your last heat was and when he can expect your next one

Luckily your heat tends to line up pretty well with his own rut

However, he spends a lot of time at work away from the house and it's really not uncommon for him to come home to the surprise of you in heat

It's apparent as soon as he comes home, finding himself surrounded by your scent the moment he walks over the threshold

By time Dammons made it to your bedroom he's already in his underwear

The two of you will be finding his clothes around the house for weeks

He's already flushed when he reaches you, unbearably hard when he sees you taking advantage of the toy he'd gotten you a while ago

The sound of blood rushing through your ears deafens you to anything else, eyes closed as you arch your back and try to find yet another release. You'd been stuck there all afternoon, writhing in your sheets, and had to resort to the dildo your lover had gifted you. In his absence you'd soon grown bored with just fingers.

A loud moan leaves you as your body trembles, legs splayed and a hand thrusting the toy as deep as possible. The way it stretched you felt good but it wasn't the same. It wasn't Dammon. Only then does your partner make himself known, voice cutting clear through your lust hazed mind.

"Oh, my darling, how long have you been like this?" Dammon asks, crawling over you on the bed. His own hand covers yours to carefully thrust the toy slowly inside you again. "Do you need me to make you feel better? Can't cum again without my help?" It's all teasing, you know it is, but an involuntary whine of his name leaves your throat as you nod.

It's not long before strong hands grip your legs and pull you forward, Dammon kneeling happily between your legs. You're about to whine again before you feel it, the firm tip of his tail brushing over your already full entrance and slipping in alongside the toy.

"Let me prepare you first, baby."

Zevlor

Zevlor keeps a calender in his private study that tracks your heats and his ruts

He actually knows when you're in heat before you do sometimes

On the odd occasion you happen to go on heat unexpectedly, he treats it like a pleasant little surprise

Another one that realises as soon as he opens the front door

Zevlors been through more then a few ruts brought on early by things like this so he's a lot less impatient

Knocks on the bedroom door before entering so he doesn't surprise you

What he wasn't expecting was to hear you already crying out for him, or to open the door and see you knuckle deep fingering yourself

It seems like it's been an eternity since the burning arousal of your heat flooded you, confining you to the plush bed you and Zevlor share. Burying your face into his pillow is one of the few things that helps, indulging in the scent of him as you touch yourself. If you think hard enough you can almost hear him.

Then the bed dips. Soon calloused hands are running up your bare legs as your bleary eyes meet Zevlors. His pupils are mere pinpricks as his rut settles in, his own arousal clear as your eyes dip between his legs. "How long have you been here like this, my love?" He asks, tender words paired with him swatting your hand away to replace it with his own.

You let out a low moan as two of his fingers push into you, stretching you more than your own ever could. "Too long... Please Zev-" You're soon calmed with gentle shushes, Zevlor carefully adding in a third finger as he shifts lower on the bed. Warm breath ghosts over your skin as he leans in, spreading warm kisses up the tops of your thigh.

"It's okay, let me take care of you now."

Rolan

This man has no space in his mind for tracking heats and ruts, he usually forgets when his own rut is going to hit

It's really not a surprise for him to take a while to realise you've gone on heat

What is a surprise is just how long he spent away from the tower this particular time, picking up some things for the store before seeing his siblings

You can imagine his shock when he'd left you relaxing in his office with a book and comes back to you grinding against a pillow on your shared bed

His mouth goes dry at the sight of your hips rolling against it, head thrown back in frustration

Rolans own rut hits him like a truck and all he can think of is how much he needs to fuck you

As soon as you turn to look at him again all bets are off, and soon Rolans clothes are too

You're hardly able to get a glance at your lover before he pounces on you, feeling yourself fall with a rush as a hard body presses you to the bed. Sharp teeth tease and nip at your neck, leaving claiming marks and small bruises in their wake. Soon, you hear the small growl from Rolans chest.

"So fucking desperate you had to grind against my pillow to get off?" He sneers, pulling back to flip you to your stomach. Clawed hand pull your hips so you lie head down and ass up just how he likes. Already you feel him sliding his cock against your entrance, grinding against you.

A whine and a plead leave you, exactly what Rolan likes. His long cock slides in easily with how you're prepared and feels endless as he fills you slowly. Soon you realise that's the only time he'll be slow with you, quickly pulling out before snapping his hips back against yours.

He takes you like this for the rest of the night, teasing and punishing you for making a mess of his pillow. Hands and a tail pull and push you in different positions over and over again. Rolan isn't pleased until you're panting and fucked out beneath him, so full with his cum that it drips down your thighs.

Halsin

Halsin is very aware of heats and ruts, despite not being affected personally

Just ask how he got his scar across his face and you'll realise how familiar he is

Despite not being able to smell when your hormones change like a male tiefling might, he's still very accurate when assuming when you'll go on heat

And there's no better sight in his opinion than walking in on you all flushed and needy right at the begining of your heat

When you just clue on to what's happing and why your thoughts keep straying to your elven lover

Halsins happy to drag things out a little, braiding your hair back if it's long enough, making sure you have food

The entire time you're whining for him, pressing your thighs together in your need for this man, until he finally takes you to bed

Shock rushes through you as you're swept up to a bridal carry, surrounded by firm muscles as you're carried out of the room. It's easy enough to lean up, lips covering the tan neck in front of you with kisses and nips as a chuckle leaves the chest you rest against. Halsin tightens his grip on you, his easygoing grin deceptive compared to his sharp eyes.

You're soon tossed into a pile of blankets and first on your shared bed, trying to shed your clothes once free of Halsins grip. Calloused hands join you, freeing you from fabric confines and running over your bare skin. Two thick fingers run over your entrance, teasing against it before pressing in and stretching you out on him. Even just the two fingers feel unbelievably thick, your back arching as they slip in deeper.

"So beautiful, Silvanus has truly blessed me with this sight." Halsin chuckles, watching as you writhe at the feeling of his fingers and slipping in a third. Every moan you let out goes straight to the mans dick, the sight of it mouthwatering as it presses against the crotch of his pants. You'll have to wait, though, and let your lover bring you to ecstasy with only his fingers first. Repeatedly

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fennekineko · 5 months

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Fellow tieflings fans. Think about this: plush cases for horns. I mean look at Lia's horns. Imagine her sleeping. She will definitely catch the pillow with the tips of her horns and tear it. Zevlor? Same. Only Dammons pillows are safe I think.

Imagine Raphael show off his status even in pajamas. I bet he has a Crown of Karsus embroidered on his cases.

That's it. That's the post. Sweet dreams.

#bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tiefling #bg3 dammon #rolan #dammon #Zevlor #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion

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tinytinybumblebee · 5 months

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Thoughts!! Hypothetical strollers for tiny ones that are enchanted to be big enough to fit them—what do the littles think of them and talking walks, seeing the sights from people to animals to plants? The party babies ofc, tiefling babs, maybe even omeluum or kar’niss if that was even possible lmfao, what are the babies’ takes on stroller rides??

!!!!!! Magic strollers my beloved aaAAAAA

Oh you know Astarion loooves it, not having to walk on the dusty streets, his legs don't get all sore from all the walking so he gets to better enjoy the sights (and he gets to pretend he's the commander of his own personal chariot which, that little prince LOVES)

Shadowheart insist that she's a big girl who doesn't need to be in a baby carriage but, her carer brings it anyways because they know eventually their little princess will start to walk all slow, she says she's just taking in the sights but her carer knows she's getting tired. So they just scoop her up and place her in the stroller, where her plush mouse is waiting for her. They stroll around a while longer and when they look into the stroller, Shadowheart is fast asleep ;w;

Karlach isn't one for a stroller, she likes being able to run around and explore but she loooves to push the stroller! The carer lets her take the task of pushing the babies- of course with a careful eye because the firey kiddo sometimes forgets that her little sibbies don't like going super fast xD

I can see Ome and Zevlor are a bit hesitant about the stroller, it's a confined space that neither had probably experienced before. But they moment they're gently placed in ooh they love it! They get to experience everything from a new view and others coo at them, something new but, not something they hate ;w;

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