#BG3 Rolan

[rezoeline]

[bby-bel]

@girlwithadragonheart my eyes popped out of my head on little springs and my jaw opened and my tongue rolled out into a red carpet and and and

ive been fighting this fucking sketch for hours and the second half is pissing me off so im jus posting the rolan half out of complete spite to myself. more forked tongue shenanigans bcus the potential is endless tbh

[porekagall]

rolan

[miurgen]

Him tired.

(Twitter prompt)

[wakacreations]

Infernal Hugs:

What if Tav were to hug their love (Zevlor, Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep) after the immediate end of the Netherbrain battle? I thought it would be fun write up to do and to make sure I write them distinct enough from each other.

Zevlor:

We fell together. The heavens couldn't have written a more poetic fate. Maybe it’s by some strange form of repentance from Ilmater or a great act by Sune to have found ourselves here. Your hand reached to me as we plumped from the Netherbrain. How many times will you reach out to me? To save me from my perils? I grasped for your hand, my one devotion. “We will be safe.” You reassured me through the bellowing air. “You will be safe," I yelled back but my words never made it to your ears. “What," you called out to me. I pulled you towards I shielding you from the harsh slam from breaching the surface of the murky waters below. With a great thud we entered the frigid smelly harbor.

You choked on water as I rushed to drag us up to reach the skies above. We gasped when we took our first smoky breath of air. “Look out,” you coughed, pulling us down into the water as debris rained down from above. You motioned for I to follow you to make way to the dock. Are we still actually alive or is this some type of purgatory? Holding you up you clamored atop the dock, more so what was left of one. You held out your arm and I graciously took it as I dragged myself on the dry refuge.   We laid there basking in the warmth of the sun. “You know I fully expected not to survive that fall,” you breathed. “I wouldn't have allowed us to perish so easily,” I rasped, shielding my eyes against the rays of the sunset. “Did you have a plan for such a scenario, Commander?” You coughed. “But of course who wouldn't?”  You went silent except for your shaky breathing. “Tav?” I called out to you. “Yes?” You rolled to lay atop my breast. “Let's have a drink after this…” I sighed. If anything, not to dwell on their unsaid confession. “What changed? You're not one down a bottle, Hellrider?” I wrapped an arm around you.  By the gods they were the death of me. “You. You my dear.” They gave a swat at my chest. “You make it seem like I'm more trouble than I'm worth,” you huffed. I squeeze you close. “If anything that title seems meant for I.” You looked into my eyes. “Then we are meant to be, aren't we" you grinned. "Two people that are more troubled than anyone could comprehend... So we are the only ones who can tolerate one another.. So, a perfect match!” I moved a wet tendril behind your ear. “Maybe you are right.” Maybe I just lost my sense of reason. You listened to the beating of my weary heart. I idly stroked your hair as I waited for my strength to return. You yawned as we watched the sun dip below the horizon. If the gods are listening, give me the strength to fight alongside them even for just one more day. Sleep came to them when they snored in my arms. Would it be alright for I to rest like this? I felt my own lids grow heavy. Let me keep this one oath to my radiant light, to the one I call home.

Rolan:

I didn't think you would ever return. I ran towards you as you leaned prone against the doorframe. I held you close not believing this was true. “You should have waited to be seen by a cleric or have drunk a tavern's worth of healing potions.” Your lips have turned a soft blue hue, the warmth drained from your complexion. “Why do you have no sense of self preservation!” I picked you up, your trembling arms wrapped around my neck. “I'm alright,” you whispered into my skin. “There is no point in lying,” placing you down atop the shop's counter.   Not to save my heart when death is calling for you. “Don't let me go,” you whined as you weakly held onto me. “Take the potion at the very least,” levitating a bottle, nudging the glass against their hand. You drank it appreciatively over my shoulder. I won't let you go, Tav. Not when you have come back to me. Some strength returned to you as your hold grew tighter. “Don't fall asleep just yet, the others are looking for you," I whispered. You shivered against my chest.   There are too many unknown injuries you might have sustained. If only that was a possibility you hadn't. I pulled my head back to watch some color return to your bruised face. “I'm so tired Rolan,” you mumbled sleepily nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “I know. I am too but promise me that you will stay awake for me, love.” I gently stroked your sweat-dampened hair. I won't let this be the very last moment for us. For I to hold you within my arms. For you to cling to I with such fear when this reunion should be met with tears of sweet happiness. This won't be the end, Tav. I placed a kiss upon your clown. With you in my arms.

Raphael:

It was a spur of moment impulse that the little mouse fell into my arms. I was in the middle of giving my grand wide armed bow to congratulate them on their well earned victory. “My was it such a spectacle to behold for all the realms to bear to witness,” I greeted them. I must applaud my own writing and to my main lead for their beautiful performance. Yet, you went off script in the bitter end. I should have expected no less from you. All joyous and smiling you were that you interrupted me, eager to rush into my awaiting arms. Hmm.. What manner of place is this for you to leave an unexpected surprise for me in such a gesture.  For the first words you spoke to me after the finale was for your desire to go home. “By all means, little mouse.” Such an eager pipsqueak you were If only you cleaned yourself up first. You were still covered in the sinew of battle which fit the image I have conjured of you for this heroic end… but the stench of those illithids clung onto your skin. Somehow you always found a way to irritate my senses.   Your body pressed against my own ruining my pristine doublet. But for now, what good is there to spoil the mood of our upcoming festivities. My arms came down to enclose you. “There is much to celebrate,” I purred into your ear. You shivered at my words. There is much time for you to rest but come morning the crown will be in my palms and for you to reprise your role. We watched on as the last reminisce of the Netherbrain sank into the Chionthar. There is no better than the great savior of Baldur’s Gate to lead once more. The day of reckoning shall come. It is with a great honor that I thank you. “This would not have been a great act without you, little mouse,“ snapping my fingers, the lick of Hellfire consumed us both. Let's partake and enjoy our supper as the rest of the realms will come to know my name. Raphael.

Harleep:

Well well my little thief comes bearing gifts. You crawled towards me covered in whatever grim from that filthy plane. That little brat won't be pleased you have ruined his silken sheets for this special occasion. Well that is something he'll have to come to ignore. To say that I am surprised to see you again would be an understatement. “I made it back. I won,” you spoke as if your fears had all but vanished. To have held faith you would return here to me, you are nothing but a loyal pup. “Then come here and claim your prize,” I beckoned to you. So easily you let down your guard, Tav. You eagerly climbed onto my lap, embracing me. “You were free now little mouse yet you purposely returned back to the Hells.” I trailed my claws grazing down your back.   My little adorable mousey, you are not the brightest in mind. You yelped when my claws pressed on a sensitive area. “They did a number on you didn't they,” feeling the openings of bare flesh where once plated armor clung to. You were always so delectable but now I crave for something more. “Yes they did,” you sighed enjoying my soothing heat. That’s it, just relax my dear. “I missed you, Haarlep” you hummed. From the lingering sweetness I tasted in the air your words were true. How foolish of you but did I ever expect nothing more. “Let's stay like this for a little while longer,” wrapping my arms around you. You always enjoyed the soft gentle acts of lovers. I have grown fond in your ways. “I missed you too,” my head fell to rest on your shoulder. I will play into this fantasy of yours. I do enjoy a game of make believe. The gentle thumping in that chest of yours is all I could hear. I closed my eyes, savoring in the waves of your heart’s pleasure. More sweeter than any infernal wine or the pleasures I bestow onto you when you come to rest.   Maybe just for a millennia he will grow tired of you and toss you away like so many others. Wouldn’t that be such a joyous fantasy? Your worn hands caressed my tense muscles. You shouldn’t have come back here, little thief. “It’s alright, I am here.” You soothed me with that tender voice of yours. I will indulge in you and for everything that you give but not here, anywhere but here. “No more tears, Haarlep,” you rubbed circles into my back. There is no such thing, mousey. My wings folded around us. He won’t let you escape here. “Please never leave,” I trembled against your small battered body. I am a selfish creature. You have saved everyone in Faerun, Tav. “Stay here with me, mouse. Pretty please?” For he has yet to return. Could you please save me too?

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Woof 🥵

pspsps smut for the rolan girlies ✨️

❤️‍🔥🔞❤️‍🔥

As Tav slinked off of the tall bed, careful not to rouse the sleepy wizard that lay tangled in their sheets, she felt his tail wrap around her thigh, halting her progress.

“Did I say that I was finished with you?” Rolan stretched this arms above his head, loosening any sleep that had settled in.

read on ao3

or continue under the cut

He propped himself up on his elbows, hair falling over his shoulders as he gazed at Tav, his tails grip on her thigh unwavering. His golden eyes took in her naked form, her skin glowing, slight bruises forming in particular spots from their evenings activities.

“Your snoring did give me that idea.” She laughed before relenting and crawling back onto the bed and over his body, settling her knees besides his hips.

“I don't snore.” He insisted, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body flush with his. “I was just regaining my strength.” A hand slid up her neck, his fingers winding through her hair to pull her in for a kiss. He gave her hair a tug as he grazed his teeth over her bottom lip.

“Mmm.” A hum of agreeance was all she could muster as she allowed his tongue entrance, their lips moving together as she rolled her hips, eliciting a groan from him. He gently dragged his claw down her back, enjoying the shiver that ran through her.

She ran her tongue across his jaw, nipping at a soft spot on his neck. She could feel him start to harden beneath her, his hands falling to her hips, claws and fingertips digging into the soft skin. A quiet moan escapes her lips as she grinds herself against his length, wetness pooling over the both of them.

“I am supposed to be ravaging you.” He lifts his hips, the ridges along the underside of his cock dragging against her, pulling a moan from deep within her throat. “Not the other way around.”

His fingers were still tangled in her hair as he held her back from him, he watched as her cheeks flushed and spit glistened across her lips. A small smile on her face that showed that she was set to defy him. Defiance came in the form of a forceful roll of her hips, her eyes sparkling in delight as his head fell back, a curse flowing from his lips.

“Sit on my face.” He commanded, a first time request breaking her concentration.

“Excu-” She couldn't finish her response before he gave her hair another gentle tug.

“Don't make me ask you twice.” He swatted her on the ass, encouraging her to move up his body as his hands found the backs of her thighs. His tail was swirling across the bed, his excitement palpable as she brought her dripping core to rest over him. She continued to hover as he slid further down the bed, getting himself aligned just how he wanted. The view as she looked down took her breath away. To see his hair a mess, splayed out around his horns, a look of pure adoration across his face, it was too much for her.

“Sit.” He demanded, an edge of amusement to his voice as he pulled her hips down.

“But what if…” Her protest was cut short as he licked a broad stripe over her, tasting her, feeling just how turned on she was. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue teased her. She fell forward, burying her face in a pillow, a cascade of moans and shuddering breaths falling freely from her lips. She braced her forehead on one arm while her other hand reached under her, caressing one of his horns as his mouth worked a whole new type of magic over her.

As she began to lose her hesitation her hips returned to rolling against him, his fingers kneading her thighs. He let her use him how she needed, just happy to be along for the ride. He worked his skilled tongue over every bit of her, slipping it inside when she angled just right. He could feel her thighs start to give out as she got close, her fingers tracing around his horns and running through his hair. With a loud cry of his name she came undone on top of him, her thighs gripping his head as she pushed against him, her wetness coating his tongue, and, well, the rest of his face. He peppered kisses across her thighs, stroking her skin as she came down and her body relaxed.

“Stay just like that.” His voice was muffled, but she looked down at him, curious as to his next move. “You look so good like that, I need to see more of you.” He praised her as he slid from beneath her and she held tight, her ass in the air, knees spread, face buried in a pillow. “My gods.” He said to no one in particular as he reached forward, gathering her slick in his hand, adoring the way she whined at his touch. He slid his hand over his length, coating himself before he moved behind her, his knees settling just inside of her own.

“You are stunning, my dear.” He ran his hand up her spine, pressing down between her shoulder blades as he pressed himself to her entrance. “Just perfect, I couldn't have conjured you up myself.” He rubbed himself across her, getting lost in the way she melted under his touch.

His tail wrapped around her ankle, not doing anything in particular, just delighting them both in being another way they could touch each other, claim each other.

He worked into her in a tortuously slow pace, both of them fighting the urge to speed up. He wanted her to feel every bump and ridge and inch he had to give her as he filled her completely.

He bent forward, pressing his chest to her back as he bottomed out, letting his arm wrap around her, his fingertips teasing her breasts.

“I love you.” He whispered, giving her nipple a gentle pinch. “So much. Love you so much.” The adoration, the devotion, fell so easily from his lips when he had her like this. She was completely his, wrapped around him, taking him like she was made for him. He pressed kisses to her cheek as all she could do was nod, a tear escaping as he began to thrust into her. He knew her words would come later, he didn't need to hear them to know they were true.

He slowed his thrusting as he pulled her back with him, both upright on their knees with him still deep inside her. He buried his face in her neck, memorizing her scent and tasting the sweat on her skin. He slid one hand down her stomach, the tip of his finger drawing lazy circles over her clit while his palm pressed into her abdomen. He eased into thrusting into her again, withdrawing almost completely just to slam back in. The filth that came from his mouth as he felt his cock hit the palm he had pressed against her stomach was music to her ears. She could come knowing just how thoroughly he could ruin her.

His pace had become borderline brutal as he drove into her, his arms holding her tight against him and we're the only thing keeping her upright. She began to tremble in his arms, her body moving into overstimulation.

“I've got you, love.” He whispered in her ear, holding her as tight to him as possible. He worked his fingers over her with purpose now, needing to feel her come around him. Her moans and cries filled the room, each time his name fell from her lips he had to fight from spilling himself right then. She reached behind her, her fingers yet again grasping for his horns to steady herself. Everything in her tightened around him, her body knowing just how hard she was going to fall over this precipice. She couldn't find words if she wanted to, all she could do was feel the blinding crash of pleasure around her, wave after wave of release as her walls gripped and released every inch of him. Her release pulled his from him, he pushed himself as deep as he could, spending himself within her, each pulse of his pleasure was another ripple through the both of them.

She collapsed in his arms and he just held her, easing the person he loved the most, the only one he could share these moments with, to their bed. A mess of both of their releases pooled around them, but that was a care for another moment. For now, he laid back, pulling her onto his chest, his lips pressed to her forehead while his hands massaged what were sure to be sore muscles.

Their skin was warm, sticky, all of the things one would be quick to try to escape, but for them it was simply the evidence of their love, what they could give each other, what they could share.

“I love you, too.” Her voice was quiet, but it was their unofficial signal that she was ready to move. She lifted her head, resting her chin on his chest to look him in the eye. She would never tire of his face. The overconfident smile, the eyes that remind her of the sun on a summer day, the deep red of his cheeks during moments like this. He was hers, and she could marvel in his wonder whenever she pleased.

“You were so good, my love.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “So good.” He held her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers. “How about a bath and some food?” He asked, knowing full well he already prepared the bath and a tray of her favorite fruits and cheeses before their evening begin. He'd just have to put a little magic to use to get the bath to her liking.

“With bubbles?” She perked up a bit and he couldn't help but laugh as he held her a bit tighter.

“With bubbles, love.”

[astarionsknife]

Full version here. Might colour it someday as well.

[sword-opera]

girl drop your skincare routine and just go

[tealfling]

@reverieblondie

FOR YOU, MY FRIEND

Banners as requested

We got silly in the discord, so I made these for the betterment of the community I think

[tealfling]

Haven't been normal about him since day 3 and I don't think I'll ever be

i’m very normal about the red tiefling wizard from baldur’s gate 3 btw

[underdark-dreams]

Haha get loved unconditionally idiot. Get absolutely fuckin cherished. Lol you're about to be hugged so hard. I appreciate you deeply as a person, what you gonna do about it? Nothing lmao

[lucidpeech]

against all odds, we all survived, together.

[tealfling]

@faerunsbest @barbwillbrb

YOUR DAUGHTER!?!

Coren just knows her tails wraps around the people she likes, like Momma and Poppa. It's like holding hands. And her family is just very physically affectionate! And she just happens to have a tail that she can use to hold people.

Rolan desperately trying to flirt with a tiefling Tav that grew up around the human side of family

Rolan using absolutely the wrong body language for it and being frustrated and confused from the mixed signals received

All the explicitly flirty tail action like slightly intertwining your tails and stuff that is a go to for him - is completely lost on her in terms of connotation

Tav likes it, hopes it even means he likes her, but just assumes it’s not something to take much note of

And he is SO CONFUSED by the random ahh responses he gains

Karlach watches from the side, entertained until she decides to take pity on the poor wizard boy and remind him that his target is mostly unaware of anything to do with tail etiquette

Rolan is so mortified

But somewhat relieved

[hekuuu]

first part of my Baldur's Gate 3 tarot deck!!

part 2, part 3

[chertas2]

silly

[jansendraws]

Family picture🌻