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Rolan Week Day 2: Jealousy

pairing: f!reader x Rolan, f!Tav x Rolan

word count: 3000

NSFW, very mild exhibitionism, dom!Rolan, hurt/comfort

A/N: While not on time because life, I was totally inspired by @keepyourstyle ‘s Rolan Week prompts (og post here) I didn’t edit this post like normal, so excuse any errors. Sometimes it’s about making the thing, not making the perfect thing. If you enjoy this check out my other Rolan fic here. Part 2 coming soon(ish!) ;)

“Excuse me miss, do you have any potions for speaking foreign languages?”

The handsome, young wizard stares at you expectantly; he is a very fair half-elf with straw blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His robes are unusual, as the blue sleeves are rolled up above the elbow and his biceps are strength-testing the fabric as he flexes his arms and reaches a hand out to you, “Apologies my dear, my name is Ilyan Thalor; Magical liaison between Baldur’s Gate and Neverwinter. And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

He flashes a brilliant smile as he captures your hand gently between both of his, more of a hold than the handshake you were expecting.

“My name’s Tav. It’s a pleasure. We have some scrolls over-”

Ilyan brings your hand to his lips and plants a quick, firm kiss onto the back of your hand as you blush uncomfortably and pull your hand back awkwardly.

“Tav. I adore it. Rolls off the tongue perfectly. Are you from Baldur’s Gate, Tav?”

As you open your mouth to answer the man steps closer, causing you to take a step backwards and feel the sales counter press against your back, “Yes. And based on your accent and job I would guess you’re from Neverwinter?”

You try not to let the wizard intimidate you but his massive, muscular frame makes an easy escape impossible as he traps you between himself and the counter. Part of you wants to shout for Rolan, but your pride is afraid to make a scene at work for not being able to handle yourself. Rolan has been particularly stressed lately, and you don’t want to add anything else onto his plate right now. But then the young man in front of you reaches out his arm to lean against the corner post of the desk, fully trapping you in his reach as he leans his face towards yours. You clench your fists and glare at him, hoping to scare him back. But the tall man chuckles softly and lowers his voice as he leans in to speak against your ear, “Clever girl. I would love it if I could get a tour around the city, and it would certainly help to have a beautiful lass lead me. I’m staying across the street, I’ll watch for you from my balcony this evening, yes?”

It's then you hear Rolan clear his throat loudly and your eyes snap to his, and the pompous wizard Ilyan steps back and tugs on the lapels of his robe to straighten it out as his voice returns to normal, “I will see you around, Tav.”

Ilyan winks and tosses a smug look at Rolan’s aggravated scowl before turning and walking out the front door. Rolan opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already brushing past him, striding quickly up the stairs to the portal for the tower; your eyes are locked onto the ground as you feel tears start well up and somewhere in the blurring shop around you, you faintly hear Rolan call after you. But you quickly step through the portal and immediately collapse onto your knees as the tears start to fall and your body shakes with the overwhelming mix of fear, rage, shame, and disgust at the creepy customer you just encountered.

You sob silently for a few moments when you hear a soft rush of wind and feel Rolan’s presence gently kneeling down to the floor behind you. He doesn’t say anything, just gently grabs your arms and pulls you into his lap and against his chest as he hugs you tightly, tears running down your cheeks and dampening his robes. He presses his lips gently to your temple and runs a warm finger over the back of your hand. He whispers softly, “I asked Cal and Lia to take care of the shop and close a little early this evening. Would you like me to run a bath my love?”

You silently nod against his chest and he carefully moves you off his lap as he stands up. Still holding his hand, you pull yourself up, but before you can step forward you feel Rolan’s arms reach behind your back and knees as he pulls you up into a bridal hold, and carefully carries you up the stairs to your shared master bathroom. Once there he whispers a few incantations and suddenly the candles are lit as the tub magically fills up with steamy, soapy water. Rose petals bob to the top, floating in a sea of foamy bubbles across the surface of the bath. Rolan gently sets you onto the dressing bench and quickly waves his hand at a lyre on a stand in the corner of the grand bath; it begins to gently play itself and you muster up a soft smile for him. His face softens as he turns back to you and begins gently undressing you. He plants soft kisses on your neck as he undoes the buttons on the front of your shirt, and he kisses the inside of your knees as he carefully removes each of your boots and socks. You stand up and help him push your pants and underwear down onto the floor and Rolan can’t hide the warm smile as his eyes dance over your body; his eyes wide with adoration as he quickly removes his own clothes.

You smile back at him; always adoring the bumps and ridges along his beautiful body. His arms gently guide you to the large Roman tub full of soap suds and roses and you both crawl in, as Rolan leans back against the wall, pulling your back into his chest as you both lay in the hot, cleansing water. The bath is exactly what you needed as you breathe in the rose scented water and listen to the soft song playing on the lyre mixed with soft splashing sounds of the water and the occasional pop of Rolan planting a kiss on the side of your face or shoulder. After some time, Rolan softly gets your attention, “Tav?”

“Yes?”

“You only have to tell me what you want to, but know that if I see that nul’zereb again…”

You cut him off by turning to face him and gently resting a hand against his warm chest, “He is just a creepy, awful diplomat in town, apparently here to bother the women of Baldur’s Gate. I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the other customers, but he was just so absurdly vain and slimy it makes me nauseous.”

You huff, but feel a bit better having gotten it off your chest. Rolan frowns and firmly wraps one hand around your thigh as the other rubs his chin in contemplation.

“I won’t let him get away with this. Did he give you any information to his plans in town; I can get Cal and Lia and we could-”

You can’t help but chuckle at his protectiveness as you gently shake your head, “I would just as rather never speak with him again and see if one of our official friends can cut his visit short. He is staying at the hostile on the top floor of the building across the street. I’d rather just stay around the tower until he is gone.”

“Of course, my love. I’ll send a message to Wyll before we go to bed this evening so he’ll be gone by tomorrow afternoon… Until then, maybe we can hit him with a fireball from one of the balconies?”

You let out a hearty laugh, and Rolan’s shoulders relax at the sound as he stares back at you grinning. He leans forward to kiss you and you melt against his lips before drawing back and looking down at your pruning hands, “Rolan I don’t want to kill the mood, but I’m afraid if we stay in here any longer we’ll turn into raisins.”

He lets out a throaty chuckle that makes your cheeks flush as he nods in agreement and you both get out of the tub and dry off with the fluffy cotton towels he laid out. While Rolan is turned around drying himself off, you quickly reach for his tunic instead of your own and slide the oversized shirt over your head; the white linen leaves very little to the imagination as the thin shirt hits right below your rear, your underwear leaving a little bit of your bottom exposed in a way you know Rolan can never look away from. He turns to look for his shirt and upon seeing you, his pupils blow wide and turn his eyes lusty and dark.

“My love, you know it is unfair to try and distract me with your beauty when I have things to do before bed.” He licks his lips, running his tongue over his pearly fangs as he drinks in your soft silhouette and your face warms as he lets out a soft purr.

“Darling why don’t you go to bed? Allow me to quickly draft up and send our request to Wyll and I will join you as soon as I’m done.”

“I actually wanted to check on something in the study, perhaps you’d join me there before we retire?”

Rolan raises an eyebrow inquisitively, but agrees, “Of course my love. I’ll be but a few minutes.”

You both exit the bathroom into the hallway, but head in opposite directions as Rolan hurries to the mini portal in his small home office to write the letter as you quickly follow the upwards spiral of steps to the large study at the top of the tower. You silently cross the room to the northern balcony and quietly open the tall doors leading out to the little terrace that looks down onto the square. You grimace as you see the blond wizard from earlier leaning against the railing of his own balcony, predatorily watching the streets. Your stomach gets tight and your jaw clenches, but you gasp as you feel a hand touch your elbow.

“I’m sorry Tav I didn’t mean to frighten you. Is it him?” Rolan slowly looks past you and leans against the railing as he practically snarls as his eyes land on the wizard below, “Zurgan! That arsehole thinks he can just show up and terrorize women…why, I should show him what a real wizard can do.”

You see the vein in Rolan’s temple puff out and his knuckles tightly grip the railing, his bare back flexing with anger making your breath hitch as your chest tightens with a primal desire for your protective boyfriend. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your breasts against the ridges on his back as you whisper into his ear, “Let him see what a real wizard can do.”

He can’t stop the low growl from his throat at your words. He turns his head to see your face and tilts his head questioningly. You take a step back and gently pull Rolan’s shirt over your head, leaving you in just your underwear as your nipples quickly harden in the cool night air. A grumbly moan rises from Rolan’s throat as your hands start to toy with the hem of your underwear.

“Rolan make love to me here so that those below can hear me scream your name.”

He doesn’t even try to fight the feral growl that overtakes him as he practically lunges for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a sloppy kiss; he trails from your mouth, down your neck and along your sternum to your belly as he slowly drops to his knees and your hands grab a hold of the railing as you lean back against it. You groan as he places a hot, wet kiss onto your core through your underwear. His long claws gently trail up your legs as he gently curls each index finger around your waistband and pulls your underwear to your ankles, and you groan even louder at the cool air that hits your throbbing center before Rolan plants a wet, passionate kiss against your clit. You cry loudly with pleasure as your wizard uses his mouth to lick and suck all over your needy core. His hands tightly grip your thighs as he pulls you against his mouth and continues to pleasure you above the handful of unsuspecting people below.

After many minutes of teasing you with his mouth, Rolan rises and softly grips your hips before capturing your mouth in a long, lustful kiss. You can taste your own warmth on his tongue and you shiver at the excitement, eliciting a content purr from Rolan. He draws back for a moment, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear as the wind gently blows against the two of you. Rolan tosses a glare down towards the Neverwinter wizard, who, maybe because of the sound or maybe because of the intensity of Rolan’s glare, is squinting up at the balcony, trying to get a glimpse of what’s happening. You cling to his chest and before you can think of anything to say Rolan waves his hand and you hear the soft crackle of magic, and when you look again, the tall blond man has been replaced with a sheep that is now running into the furniture on the balcony below. The polymorphed wizard bleats fearfully as he knocks over the table on the balcony before crashing through the door to get back inside. You can’t help but laugh hysterically as Rolan smirks gleefully, intensely proud of his sharp spellcasting.

“I’m sorry my love but I’ve had enough of that predacious muz trying to gawk at you.”

“I think you’ve instantly improved the safety of our neighborhood without actually harming anyone, that was brilliant my love.” You press a quick but deep kiss into his lips and smile at him as he wraps his arms around you more tightly, “Now, where were we?”

You gasp at the cold as Rolan releases his grip on you and he turns you to face the balcony, one hand holds your hips steady as the other presses down behind your shoulders as he bends you over in front of him. You reach out to hold the iron bars of the balcony and you wiggle your butt which elicits a hungry grunt from Rolan who stands behind you, smirking. You bite your lips and pointedly stare at the large bulge straining against his trousers and he smiles at you while he slowly unties his pants and slides them down his legs. His thick, red cock is stiff and you can see the ridges on his length practically pulsing with excitement. You let out a soft moan as you eagerly roll your hips into the air, the intensity of the feeling making you impatient. Rolan chuckles, satisfied by your neediness he lines himself up behind you so that his hip bones press into your ass. He uses his hand to gently glide his hard member over your entrance; you both moan loudly at the friction.

In your excitement you push back against Rolan while he teases you and you keen loudly as his thick length pushes into you.

“Fuck Tav, you feel so good.” He exhales loudly as he slowly sinks the rest of his length into you, causing you loudly cry out his name. He pulls out of you before pushing back in at a punishingly slow pace and continues to tease you for a few minutes. But then he walks forward, forcing you to stand more upright but still hanging onto the railing for support. As you stand up, you feel his chest press against your back and your head rolls back onto his shoulder as you purr against his hot body in the cool breeze of the night. His thrusts are animalistic as one of his hands toys with your breasts while the other holds your hips still. You become a moaning mess and relish in the sensation, excited to let Rolan fully take the lead this evening. Knowing how much it turns you on, Rolan whispers progressively more filthy things into your ear as he ravages you against the railing.

You both struggle to contain your groans as you feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter, almost ready to snap. Rolan’s hand gently wraps around your throat as he passionately kisses up the side of your neck, slamming into you at a relentless pace.

“I’m close my love, do you want me to-”

“Rolan don’t stop, I want to feel you inside me, please.”

“Zurgan! Darling I can’t last much longer,” Rolan breathlessly pants into your ear and you feel the tension in your stomach snap and you shudder as your orgasm moves through your entire body. You unintentionally squeeze down on Rolan’s length as he curses under his breath as you feel his hot seed pulsing inside of you. You moan loudly when he finally pulls out of you, warmth dripping down your shaking legs as you practically collapse to your knees, exhausted and pleased. Rolan chuckles softly as he slowly kneels behind you, leaning you back to softly scoop you up in his arms before planting a delicate kiss on your temple. You curl against his chest as he turns and walks back inside, shutting the large doors behind him with a quick incantation.

He carries you softly down the stairs and back to your bedroom where he gently lays you down, before crawling over you to get to his side where he pulls your still nude body against his own. You turn around in his arms to face him, his yellow eyes full of adoration as he gently kisses your forehead.

“Rolan?”

“Yes my love?”

“You’re quite sexy when you’re jealous.”

You both blush and you prevent any smart comebacks by leaning in for one more deep kiss before Rolan snaps his finger to extinguish the light as you both fall asleep, exhausted but content.

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Say Sorry (Rolan x Reader, Rolan Week Celebration)

I was not aware of Rolan week (not on social media in many places hah!) so in observation I combined a few themes into one special story.

Using Day 3 (Fight/Forgiveness) and Day 4 (New Years Day/Party) prompts with a sprinkle of the NSFW add on (trapped together/makeup sex).

It seems right to break my 4 months of writers block and not publishing for Rolan week. Massive credit to @sorceresssundries for beta reading this and giving me feedback/encouragement. HAPPY LAST DAY OF ROLAN WEEK!!!

SAY SORRY

Rolan x Reader

Word Count: 2,788

Explicit, MDNI 18+

Click here to read on Ao3 or continued under the cut

Warning: Smut (but not gratuitous smut), Enemies to Lovers, etc.

“Why are you always such an insufferable arse, Rolan?”

“Why are you such an intolerable busybody?”

Rolan spits the question back without a thought, his clever mind seemingly always ready with a quip or a jab. You groan in frustration, scrubbing your hands on your face with an exasperation that was felt by all around.

It was normal for people to see you and Rolan fighting, you’d been at it since the moment you’d met him in the Druid Grove.

It’s worse than ever now, the constant bickering putting a damper on the celebration going on around you both. You’d returned Rolan’s siblings, Cal and Lia, as well as the other capturing tiefling refugees and Deep Gnomes trapped within Moonrise Towers. It had been no small feat, considering the jail seemed to have been staffed exclusively by high level paladins and spell-casters. Not to mention you were already tired from rescuing Rolan from his own foolish attempt to save his siblings.

There were a few moments you hadn’t been entirely sure that everyone was going to make it back safely. The care of so many falling squarely on your shoulders was a burden you had attempted to manage with grace, but you were overwhelmed and anybody with a keen eye could tell.

It’s not that you’d expected Rolan to be grateful to you for the return of his family — especially after the harsh words he’d had for you when they’d been taken. Or how angry he’d been when you’d sent him back to the Last Light to sober up after the aforementioned foolishness. It would be ridiculous to imagine he was waiting to welcome you back with a warm hug.

You fight back the flush of warmth you feel at the idea of his arms around you, it’s silly, Rolan would sooner put his arms around you to strangle you than to embrace you.

It’s just you had maybe expected him to be, nicer? At least a little. But when you’d returned his siblings he’d curtly thanked you and tossed a pouch of gold coins your way, like you were his hired henchman. After a few drinks to calm down you’d circled back to him, to get a proper thank you and to give him his godsdamned gold back.

He’d had the audacity to taunt you.

“I’ve thank you once already, don’t be greedy”

Maybe it was the ale, maybe it was finally reaching your limit with his arrogance, either way that had been it for you. You just — snapped.

Which brought you back to the matter at hand. The last 20 minutes had been gone by with both of you fighting loudly at the bar, while his siblings could only look on.

“Busybody?! You’d be dead a few times over without me you idiot!!!”

“Idiot!?!?! How dare y— “

“Both of you, stop it right now or you’ll finish this fight at bottom of the lake,” Jahiera’s voice cut through the atmosphere like a keenly honed knife. Her lilting accent was beautiful, but did nothing to soften the steel in her words.

“And Rolan doesn’t even know how to sw-OOF!”

Cal’s joke was cut off with an elbow to the ribs from Lia.

Both of you pause with a jolt as the First Harper rounds on you with a light, menacing glare in her eyes.

“You are ruining the celebration, you can make it up to us by going to the basement for more wine.”

When neither of you move she waves her hand at you with a “go” to let you know she means business. With a flush of embarrassment on both of your faces you head out the side door of the inn as the party resumes behind you. Even your traveling companions seem glad for a break from you and the wizard’s constant bickering.

“She can’t boss me around, I am a wizard” Rolan mutters under his breath (so that Jaheira couldn’t possibly hear him) as his tail swishes with agitation in the night air.

“Let’s just get this over with”

You start forward with a huff, trying to keep a distance from the cantankerous tiefling. Trying not to think about how angry you are with him or how handsome he looks in the soft glow of Last Light Inn.

Handsome?! You try to shake that last thought away. You can’t seem to shake away the sense of excitement you feel though.

After a few minutes in awkward silence you arrive at the basement door, old and covered in sinister looking vines.

Rolan crosses his arms with a gloating smirk as if to say — “well go on, you push it open.”

With a roll of your eyes and a huff you shove at the heavy door trying to ignore the loosening tangle of shadow cursed vines. Feeling some sort of unknown mechanism under the plants, you take pull your hands back and kick the door the rest of the way open.

Taking no chances, you run into the basement quickly, pulling Rolan behind you before the heavy door can swing shut, you don’t want to put your hands on the door again if you can avoid it.

Having made it in quickly enough you allow the door to swing closed behind you both. A loud clanking sound follows the slam of the door, followed by a grating metal sound like old gears turning and finally the thunk of something snapping into place.

“Great, you just let the door lock behind us, didn’t you?!”

With no light in the basement, only Rolan’s hissed frustration lets you know he’s standing right next to you.

Your brain catches up to the moment, processing the feel of the mechanism and the sound the followed the door closing. A nervous flutter fills your chest as you realize that Rolan is right, you’ve locked both of you in a dark basement.

“I didn’t know it was the lock! It just felt creepy!”

“It… felt creepy?!”

“Well I didn’t see you pushing the door open!”

You hear an angry scowl in the dark and the sound familiar sound of dancing lights being cast. The light is so sudden in the heavy dark, that you flinch against the brilliance for just a moment.

“Spooked by a little magic?”

Rolan mocks you lightly with a laugh as he casts the spell up to the ceiling to illuminate the room. Though Rolan’s tone had been harsh, by the spell-light you can see on his face that he is more concerned than angry. You’d been through so much together in the short time you’ve known him, even the slight fluctuations on his face had become easy to read for you.

Before he can catch you looking, you glance away to take in the basement you’ve found yourself locked in. Moving back to the door to give it a hearty pull and push, confirming that the loud sounds you’d heard were in fact, some sort of locking mechanism. The basement is not the worst place in the Shadow Cursed Lands to be trapped with Rolan, but it’s certainly not the best either.

At some point, before the war and the curse, the Last Light must have been a bustling inn. The evidence of that lies in the decaying remnants of casks, crates, and various containers strewn about the place. Cobwebs loom heavy in the corners, cast more ethereal by the gloom that lingered on each strand of spider silk — blurred in the soft light of the simple cantrip.

“Zurgan, I bet she did this on purpose!”

Your past reverie is broken by Rolan cursing and muttering under his breath as he dusts off and tests a few mostly intact crates as chairs.

“You think she knew we’d get locked in the basement?”

“She’s more cunning that you realize”

“See this is your problem, you just don’t trust anyone” You breathe out with a frustrated sigh.

His tail shifts in agitation from where he sits on a crate and you fight the urge to grin.

“I would be more trusting, but how can I possibly trust my so-called hero to come bursting in uninvited when they’re also locked in here with me.”

You stare at him angrily. Rolan’s voice made every one of his cutting remarks that much more frustrating to you. The sound somehow stokes the fires of your anger and something deeper within at the same time, each word laced with taunting, spite, and a fire you couldn’t quite place.

“Fine, next time I’ll just let you die”

It’s not true, you know it’s not. You’re foolish when it comes to saving people and that seems to go doubly so for handsome tieflings.

“What next time? We’ll probably die trapped down here.”

“I guess it will put me out of my misery from having to deal with you any longer”

Rolan jumps up to his feet with a huff and if you thought he was capable of it, you’d swear you’d offended him with your reply. You brush the thought aside and turn your attention back to the door. The vines from the exterior don’t reach inside the darkened basement and you can see that the door is heavy and thick — the wood somehow reinforced with metal bars.

You shove against it again, heaving with all your strength and once again it doesn’t budge.

“Can’t you just magic us out of here or something?”

Rolan sighs in response.

“I used the last of my magic with the lights, I need to rest before taking a crack at it.”

“Wizards” You groan.

“It’s not like I want to spend my evening trapped down here with the most irritating do-gooder in Faerun.”

“Right, because I’m coming out the winner spending my evening with a graceless ass who needs a nap before doing anything helpful!” You shout back at him. Anger now boiling up within you and finally erupting out.

“Just how am I graceless?” The way that Rolan locks in on that — you’ve touched a nerve. Like a sprung coil he lurches up from his makeshift seat, fists clenched in fury. He moves a step closer to you, like he’s holding himself back. Your mind reels in response, the air between you feels charged with a hundred unspoken truths.

Words escape you and in your anger your mouth only opens and closes, but no words are spoken. He searches your eyes with intensity, the kind that has always attracted you to him. Just once, those beautiful golden eyes of his stray down to your mouth and you swear you can see a blush darken his skin. Before too long, you fish the bag of coins out from a pocket within your skirts and toss them back at the man.

The bag hits him square in the chest with a metallic thud and he barely catches it before it hits the ground. He examines it curiously, rubbing at the tender spot left behind by their impact with him.

“Were you raised by wolves?” He sighs, “You’re mad because I paid you for saving my siblings?!”

He takes another step closer to you, his voice raised and proud as he glares down the bridge of his nose. You note the way he squares his shoulders back defiantly.

Your heart is racing in your chest so loud you’re sure he can hear, but you step forward so that only the smallest space separates you both. You can’t tell if you want to kiss or kill him as you look up meeting his gaze.

“I’m not courier, Rolan, I don’t work for you.”

“My mistake, it’s so hard to tell, what with the way you’re always following me around, doing stuff no one asked you to do.”

It all happens so quickly, your hands are on him, bunching up the fabric of his robes as you roughly push him back against the dusty wall.

You open your mouth to tell him off but it never happens. Your eyes meet his and then you’re lurching toward one another — closing that final distance as your mouths meet in a rough kiss.

He groans, almost growls with satisfaction as you meet and you feel it too, like some missing piece has been slotted in to place the moment your lips touched.

Catching his balance against the wall his arms pull you close to him, his hands roam your body hungrily, grabbing and squeezing Your mind reels from a potent mix of anger and lust, this is the last thing you thought would happen this evening and now you can’t stop. He is clearly pleased with this turn of events, his kisses are rough but deep, almost desperate.

You remember how this all got started, you pull yourself away just enough to speak and a small whine escapes the wizard as his eyes, brimming with need, meet yours.

“Say sorry”

You pant it out. Wishing your voice didn’t give away how much you need this, need him.

He grumbles and you feel his tail coil around your leg as he leans toward you again for another kiss.

“No” You command, “Say sorry, Rolan”

As you say it your hand winds around his back to the base of his tail, where you give a small tug when you speak his name.

The effect is immediate.

His breath hitches in his chest as his hips lurch toward yours seeking contact. Anticipating this you pull back, denying him the delicious friction.

“Uh uh Rolan, say it”

“Fine,” It’s immediate and urgent when he finally complies, “I’m sorry, just please, kiss me”

The blaze between you is an inferno as you rush back together, your bodies clinging tight as you kiss. Your hands roam each other’s bodies, dipping under fabric and peeling back what can be removed without breaking their embrace. Little gasps escape you both, swallowed up by the exchange of tongues and air. His skin trembles under your touch, little shudders that let you know it’s been some time since he’s felt this, had this.

Layers of clothing are discarded on to the earthen floor with little care. One of your hands slides down the ridges on his chest with a lovers caress, toward the growing hardness you feel pressing into you.

“Wait” he urges breaking the kiss briefly.

You break away and step back, a look of concern painted across your face.

Before you can speak he reaches out and pulls you close again, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as his forehead presses against yours. His skin is smooth, except where the ridges of his horns form on his crown.

“Tell me you want this” He sounds almost downcast when he asks.

“I want you, please, Rolan,” Your heart races and you’re too turned on to care about begging.

His tail lashes out in excitement and he moves quickly, flipping your positions against the wall and pressing you back with a kiss.

He drops to his knees before you, his eyes glowing as he holds blazing contact with yours. You can feel his breath on your bare center as he pulls your leg up over his shoulder. His mouth connects and a gasp wracks your body as he drinks you in, licking and sucking with is own desperate groans. The vibrations from his sounds of delight drive you over the edge again and again.

The fight is long gone from your mind, harsh words replaced by bliss and the feeling of his skin against yours.

When he takes you against the wall in the basement, it’s quick and hard. His hips rough against yours as his tongue dances across your body, savoring your skin between kisses and nips. He finishes with a whimper, kissing you so sweetly it’s hard to believe that same mouth was spewing jabs at you not long ago.

You wrap up together on the ground in the discarded cloaks and robes, Rolan holding you tight against him as you catch your breath and await sleep or a rescue.

——

“You’d better get a drink now, there isn’t much wine left,” Jahiera laughs as she claps the shoulder of someone in the tavern. Upstairs the party has continued, people are glad for the break from the bickering.

“Wait, I thought you sent Rolan and Tav to the basement for more wine?” Cal questions, overhearing the Harper and approaching with concern.

“Don’t be silly, there’s no wine in the basement.” She laughs

Cal’s mouth hangs open as he realizes the meaning of her words, beside him Lia can only giggle at the joke.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them out in the morning when they get it out of their system.” Jahiera smiles reassuringly with a wink at Cal before continuing on her way.

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Rolan Tag List: @schizophrenicdiamond @crowwolf @stuffforthestash @barbwillbrb @reverieblondie @purpleasters-inseptember @cchickki @tsabhira05 @beaneburrito @klea221 @honeybee-bard @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @orangekittyenergy @scandistar @detectivesergeant @dutifullylazybread @heytheresunflower @halsinningiswinning @blckvchaos @forget-me-maybe

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garlicbreadbatstarion · 22 days ago

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crystal prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

⟣ rose quartz (love) - "i have so much love for you.”

⟣ amethyst (calming) - "hey, hey, just breathe. i've got you now, it's okay."

⟣ citrine (happiness) - "your smile always cheers me up.'

⟣ lapis lazuli (wisdom) - "you always know exactly what to say. thank you."

⟣ honey calcite (confidence) - "if you could see yourself the way i see you, you'd never be insecure about anything ever again."

⟣ tiger’s eye (strength) - "you've been so strong for so long. it's okay to let your guard down now - you’ve more than earned it.”

⟣ jasper (grounding) - "just look at me, right here. you're okay, you're safe, i'm right here with you."

⟣ angelite (communication) - "can we just talk, please?"

⟣ clear quartz (focus) - “just focus on me, okay? don’t think about anything else, just stay here with me.”

⟣ selenite (healing) - “you’re becoming yourself again. it mightn’t feel like it yet, but i can see it in you.”

⟣ carnelian (creativity) - “i love how your brain works.”

⟣ green aventurine (luck) - “how on earth did i ever get this lucky?”

⟣ garnet (passion) - “i know i say it a lot, but i really do adore you.”

⟣ blue lace agate (physical healing) - “hey, don’t you think you should take a break? the doctor warned you about what would happen if you over-exerted yourself.”

⟣ calcite (energising) - “come on, this is the whole point of running! just a few more kilometres, then we can stop for a break.”

⟣ malachite (cleansing) - “you shouldn’t feel guilty for making room for better things in your life.”

⟣ peridot (happiness) - “i didn’t know someone else’s joy could make me feel so happy.”

⟣ sodalite (harmony) - “i really can’t imagine going through life without you.”

⟣ sunstone (protection) - “if anything happens to them, i’m coming for you.”

⟣ green tourmaline (heart healer) - “i never thought i’d love someone like this again.”

⟣ unakite (emotional support) - “if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, i’m right here.”

⟣ moonstone (new beginnings) - “i can’t wait to start my life with you.”

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garlicbreadbatstarion · 23 days ago

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✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ Headlocked ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Synopsis: Tav and Rolan get their horns locked together.

Pairing: Rolan x Fem! AFAB! Tav Reader

CW: Flirting/Fluff, Tension, Cursing, nothing too heavy just an introduction into the yearning between the two lol, 1.5k words, my goodness this was meant to just be <500 drabble

A/N: Hey!!!!! Here is a new drabble/ first official one-shot. I've been thinking about this exact scenario in my head with either a druid tav with horns/antlers or a tiefling tav, and since starting my first playthrough as a tiefling, I decided to finally write something up! Anyway, I'm just going to refer to them as horns in this. But thank you so much for reading and more to come, Enjoyyy!!! ♡ also, this is not proof read just me typing and a grammarly to get me through this :D

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Sourcer Sundries had just closed for the late evening. The doors were locked, most items returned, and the candles were around the lower level dimly lit and most even extinguished. Tav was finishing her final book. Rolan had left her to search through tomes and countless smaller books and schools. She mentioned briefly about just trying to find out more about certain rituals and common spells. Tav stood up from the small desk in a side room on the floor level and returned the final books she had left. Sighing deeply, she clutched one book to her chest and began the walk up to the personal quarters of the large shop.

At the top of the stairs, she stepped through the ward that transported her to the section. Tav continued walking down the main corridor that started down a hallway to the kitchen, Rolan's office, and other rooms she hadn't yet explored. The bedrooms were housed a level above the floor that she was currently on. Tav thought that the items in the book were worth mentioning to Rolan, something he must have already known but still worth mentioning. She walked toward the door of Rolan's office, once at the door she softly knocked. "Rolan?".....

She waited a moment or two before there was no response. Tav shrugged before she turned back to the corridor and started to walk toward the kitchen. She glanced down at the book she held in her arms, continued walking, and read the title once again. Before she knew it, she crashed into a wall of smooth, leathery skin. Dropping the book and hearing a clattering as well. "Tav?...." Her eyes shot up to the wizard before her. "Rolan? What are you doing out here? I thought you were going over scrolls in your office..." They shared a couple glances at each other, Rolan taking in Tav's exhausted state from rummaging through texts all day. Tav took in the semi-relaxed shoulders of the tiefling, he had on a pair of trousers and a robe tied at the waist. His chest slightly showed from the loose-fitting fabric.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" At that moment, looking elsewhere, Tav remembered the dropped items. At the same time, Rolan also goes to reach for the dropped book while Tav reaches for the saucer that was in Rolan's hands before the collision. "No, no... I wasn't paying attention either.."

The two of them bang their heads on each other as both reached down at the same time. The thud of their horns colliding into each other's horns reverberates through Tav's skull. "Shit!" Tav whimpers, as Rolan groans "Zurgan!.."

At that moment, Tav tries to reel her head back from the collision and feels a sharp tug on her head. Glancing up to their horns that are now twisted together. Rolan looks up at the same time, attempting to pull his horns from hers.

" Ow Stop!" Tav groans as her face lurches closer to Rolan's, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks. He stops his attempt to free them to scan her face, another quiet clatter can be heard behind him.

"Maybe if you stopped moving...We would get somewhere with this." He stares at her, his blush creeping toward his ears as one begins to grow on Tav's face. Tav breaks the stare between the two of them to glance behind him, noticing a tea cup rolled a couple of feet away from them. When and how did he even catch that??? she thinks.

Rolan attempts to pull his horns from hers while she awkwardly shifts. That causes Rolan's tail to go pin straight the second the base of their horns rub together. Tav swears she heard a low whimper come from Rolan, but at this point, it could come from either of them.

"E..Enough!" Rolan stutters out as the two let out frustrated sighs. "We will sit and wait for Cal and Lia to get back to help. One of us will break a horn if we keep trying this..."

He huffs out defeatedly, Tav lets out another sigh and they slowly begin to sit in the hallway together. The horns locked together forcing the proximity between them to slowly close up.

"How long do you think til they're back?" Tav asks quietly to him.

"Roughly half an hour or so, they left early to meet with the others down at the elf song.." Rolan replies looking off into the shadowed parts of the hall.

"Well, I can at least show you what I found while we wait," Tav says with a slight smile to try and make light of the situation they're both in.

"Very well.." Rolan sighs as Tav begins to reach for the book she had dropped before Rolan's tail makes the extra distance to bring it closer to them without moving their heads.

"Thank you," Tav glances at him and smiles again before opening up to the page she had tabbed to show him.

The pair sit together in the quiet hall, reading together from the book sat in Tav's lap, patiently waiting for his brother and sister to arrive back from their night out. As they get further into the book and begin to make comments with each other about the contents, Rolan's tail sways methodically back and forth behind them in a manner close to a satisfied cat. Tav's head starts to lull closer to Rolan's head, relief coming in the small form of looser tension on their horns.

The small bubble of comfort they found in their situation is suddenly popped by the laughter and giggling coming from the end of the corridor. Both Tav and Rolan suddenly sit up straight, yanking on their horns once more and whining as they do so. Cal and Lia look down the hall to see the pair sitting close to each other near the entrance of the kitchen.

"Well, well, well... What in the nine hells do we have here?" Cal says amusingly, as Lia and him slowly come closer to the pair.

"Our horns are well.. locked... Can you please just help us?" Rolan says exasperatingly, gesturing up to the connected points on their heads. Tav sneaks a glance at Lia, who is standing behind Cal, barely holding it together to hold back her laughter at the sight.

"Yeah, I suppose we can... Come on Lia, " Cal replies with a slight smirk. Lia positions herself behind Tav, while Cal gets behind Rolan, the two assessing the best way to remove each other, and wrapping their hands around the respective horns.

"Alright... We're gonna count to three, and Tav, I want you to push your head down on three, Rolan you're going to move it upwards on two, " Lia tilts her head to the side at Cal's thinking, still slightly giggling at the sight before her.

"One," The two begin to count with each other as Tav and Rolan brace their hands on wood tiles below them

"Two," Rolan begins to lift his head upwards,

"Three!" The two exclaim while Tav throws her head downwards. There is a slight scraping sound before the horns free themselves of each other. Rolan and Tav both softly moan with pleasure as the stress is no longer being put on their horns. In Tav's attempt to throw her head downward, she put too much force into it and ended up falling onto her stomach on the floor. At this point, Lia is full-blown, cackling and clutching her stomach as Rolan comes to stand beside his brother. Cal leans down to help her up.

"Thank you," Tav smiles weakly while the blush of embarrassment creeps up the back of her neck. She dusts off her skirt while Rolan is blushing and whispering something in his brothers ear before he says,

"Thank you both. Goodnight. Tav, I'll speak more with you tomorrow."

He curtly nods at Tav before spinning on his heels and practically bolting for the stairs up to the bedrooms.

Cal and Lia exchange their glances with each other having a silent conversation before Lia turns to Tav.

"Since it's late, you can just spend the night here, we have plenty of rooms. " She says softly with a smile.

"Are you sure, I dont want to impose more than i already have?" Tav asks cautiously.

" Nonsense! You always have a room here, I'll bring you some clothes to sleep in and some towels to wash up if you'd like just go get settled." Lia smiles with her reply and brings an arm around Tav's shoulder.

"Thank you, Lia," Tav smiles at her and steps out to the warm embrace, picking up her book and starting her way to the stairs. Behind her, she can hear Cal and Lia beginning to speculate what happened as they pick up the tea cup and saucer off the ground and make their way into the kitchen. Small fits of laughter between the two of them echo up the stairs as Tav makes her way to one of the spare bedrooms.

#this is cute omggg

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