#Now Rolan

[jynxeddraca]

I swear, I try to pull myself out of brain rot mode and then I find things that slam me face-first into new brain rot. I'm going to have to make a side blog for all the thirsty fan stuff I keep running across because I am going to get majorly judged if I reblog things to main.

[annanuna-arts]

Very important wip

[patchesotron-art]

last light inn🎇

Aw, did someone have all his unresolved trauma crash down on him after getting sloppy drunk?

[poetryvampire]

painfully needy Rolan going into rut

Had this on the brain lately. I don't think it would take much to make Rolan an absolute mess but imagine how worse it would be when he's going into rut. Boy would snap so fast

Rolan x afab non-tiefling reader

Have some 🔥spicy🔥 musings

*this went longer than I wanted lol. But if you like it tell me if you want more 🧡

● Rolan had been doing this dance with you for months now. Both working at Sorcerous Sundries you saw each other regularly, even tried to work together as much as possible (not that he'd ever admit that). The banter, the playful mockery leading to not so subtle flirtation was easy until now.

● The conversations didn't flow like before. A joke about becoming a doe eyed scarcely dressed maiden -like the ones on the covers of those novels you so enjoy- suddenly lead his mind to wander. Any wisecrack replaced with the image of you gazing at him so lustfully. An image that stays with him for the rest of the day (and night).

● Lia and Cal are very vocal about his uptick in irritability. He tries to ignore them but they're not wrong. Ever little thing sets him off. He's frustrated at himself. For letting the feelings get so far without truely noticing. For being too proud or too embarrassed to act on them.

●He often forgets his words as his eyes lingered on your lips, your neck, your figure. More than once you caught him staring and to his surprise no offense was taken. Just a quizzical look, perhaps a soft smile that flooded his face with warmth.

●Rolan would have almost preferred you'd have met him with anger. Now the hope of you ran rampant through him. That if he was ever to give in he may be met with the embrace he so longed for. The need for you was growing by the day. He even took care to not stand to closely to you now. He coursed himself for it. How had he become so starved for affection that even the scent of you sprung his body to life.

●The wizard had spent many nights forced to take action if he was to ever find sleep. He'd be tangled in his sheets, hair wild, trusting violently into his own fist. He tries to keep his fantasies to more abstract forms of pleasure but as hard as he tries the vague shapes melt into crystal clear images of you. It would always be you around him like a vice that would push him over the edge.

● There were times he'd lose himself so throughly he'd cry out your name as he came. Embarrassed by this lack of control, Rolan told himself it was better to happen here than in front of you.

● Going into work that morning something felt off. Rolan's whole body felt extra sensitive, aching. The horrible thought finally struck him at midday. Was he going into rut? Now!? With such little warning? He calms himself. He's not certain after all.

● Until he's been paired with you to clean out and old study turned storage room. He's hyper aware of your scent. Its filling his lungs,making his knees weak. The room isn't exactly small but it's stuffed with stacks of books making moving around a problem. You're constantly having to squeeze (delightfully, terrifyingly) close to each other.

● Luckily you're busying yourself with the task at hand. Rolan prays you won't notice how red (red-er) his face is or the sizable bulge he's currently cloaking with a stack of books. The straining against his pants is almost painful. He's eyeing the door, anything to escape the heat building in his blood.

●His eyes fall back to you and all notions of making a run for it leave his mind. Along with everything else that isn't right in front of him. You looked a vision, standing on and old box body spread across the book self as you attempt to reach something on the top shelf. Not only was it a perfect view of your form, it reminded him of a pose one might see in an old painting.

●Suddenly the box wobbled threatening to send you falling backwards. Your scream was cut short as you felt Rolan catch you, arms wrap around your middle tightly pressing you to him. His face buried in your hair he couldn't help utter a deep groan. The wave of intoxicating aroma washing away his last bit of restraint.

●With ease he flips you around, pressing you into the shelf, a maon escaping your lips. Your hands came to his chest not to push him away but in a gentle caress.

●'Rolan? Please,' was hardly out on your mouth when they were swallowed by his lips. He kisses you like a drowning man breaking the water's surface. Madly, desperately as if any second you may be taken away for him. Hungrily he deepens the kiss and your lips part for him with ease, both of you relishing in the taste.

●It's only when you part for air he realizes he's been rocking his hips into you. An apology catches in his throat as you grind back against him. He's dizzy with lust, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

●His lips find your neck, kissing, sucking and biting. Trying his best not to break the skin. Your moans drive him on. His hands are frantic running all over you. Soon your hands lead his to the laces on your dress. He makes quick work of it.

●Rolan takes you in his arms again and lays you down on a near by table. A little too eager he tears your under things away completely. But to his awe you only laugh and spread yourself out for him to drink you in fully. You're a goddess in his eye and he intends to worship.

●Words spill senselessly from him as he lavishes you with his mouth. 'Fuck, Fuck! You're beautiful you're perfect. I need- God's, l need you I need you.' He hasn't the brain for elegance now. He's kissing you everywhere maoning words of love into your skin.

● As he makes it to your thighs he cannot help but bury is face between them. The sweet taste of your sex has him throbbing with out so much as a touch. He wants to make sure you're nice and ready for him. You're not a tiefling after all and he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. It doesn't take long before you're dripping wet against his tongue as he slides wildly between attacking your entrance and your clit.

●You stifle a scream as an orgasm suddenly rips through you, your thighs shaking in his grasp. Youre still panting but you pull him away, drawing him closer to you. As you pull him into a soft kiss your hands unlace his pants (finally) freeing his erection. Though to hold him lightly his gasp is sharp. He's painfully hard; his head already glistening with precum.

●As he runs he length against your folds he tries to center himself. He doesn't want to be too rough or finish terribly fast. He wants to go slow but when he catches on your entrance he can't help but thrust into you, the relief of his agony so close. You tremble but encourage him on. His name quickly becoming a soft prayer on your lips.

●He's wrapped inside you now, almost all the way. The pleasure overwhelming him he opts for quicker shallow thrusts. He's taken aback by how vocal he is as more sweet lustful nothings spill from him. Rolan's control is fading fast. He's practically shaking, slamming himself into you losing whatever rhythm he had. The sight of your face contorting with pleasure is pushing him to his end. He can feel the hot pull in his gut. And suddenly something else as.

●A chill runs over him as he feels the swelling at the base of his cock. He grasps it and pulls out not wanting to subject you to something he didn't even take the time to explain. In part he's too late. He didn't fully knot but he still comes hard, spilling thick ropes all over your stomach and thighs. Fuck, you're beautiful like this.

● He blushes deeply and panics, apologizing over and over. He didn't want it to be like this. You run your fingers through his hair and kiss him gently. You don't know that much about teifling biology but Gods you wanted to learn. Rolan tries to believe you, that this wouldn't scare you off.

● He adjusted his pants, somehow still as uncomfortable as before. Perhaps it was the sight of you dressing. How you made no move to do away with his mess before you did. He could take you again easily. But not here.

● You convince him to claim illness and leave work early. To take time to rest. He agrees wanting to lock himself away from the world. And yet he also agrees to meet you that night. Then he'd have a more level head. A chance to explain himself and perhaps to hold you in his arms for longer.

Xoxo thanks for reading friends ❤️

[saelrum]

Baldur's Gate 3 AU: Rolan makes a deal.

[drathe]

rolan x tav

[beetlerings]

Woe keeperschamp be upon ye

Ref ^

[petitpotato]

This is my pastel-pink disaster Tav whom I made on a whim to try Honor Mode. I didn't really care about romancing anyone in that playthrough and didn't bother with a headcanon for him when I started. Surprisingly, I made it to Act 3 and eventually started thinking about head-canons. Since at that point it was too late to romance any companions, I decided that he was in love with Rolan instead and that they'd get together after the game. I finally messed up the Honor Mode half-way through Act 3 so now I'm just doing it again, this time with head-canon and all.

[leopardmuffinxo]

master of the weave & master of my heart

[enchanted-by-the-reaper]

Whoops I tripped and fell in love with a cocky wizard man who’s secretly just a sweetheart my bad

[daisyofwaterdeep]

*~nsfw~*

reader x Rolan

[reader has a vagina but no specified gender]

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☆touch-starved Rolan who pushes you against the closest wall to grind his needy cock against you

☆tender, romantic Rolan who cradles your face, eyes lidded and adoring, whispering "I love you"s with every slow thrust

☆pining Rolan alone in his office, jerking his hips into his hand as he masturbates, imagining you spreading yourself for him

☆sappy drunk Rolan holding you from behind, humming a sweet tune as the both of you sway, soft kisses brushed over the shell of your ear

☆tired Rolan who wants nothing more than to lay against your chest, the steady thrum of your heartbeat and your gentle hands in his hair easing him into a peaceful nap

☆overworked, frustrated Rolan fucking you mean and rough, his teeth grazing over your shoulder as he pants and growls

☆jealous, possessive Rolan who moans "mine" into your ear, his hips stuttering as he reaches his climax, "all mine, only mine--"

☆teasing, confident Rolan who smiles and shushes you sweetly as he gives small, punishing smacks to your pussy

☆overstimulated, weepy Rolan who continues to churn his softening cock inside of you, not wanting to let you go, babbling hiccupped words of love

☆Rolan, who wants you every way he can, who simply can't get enough of you, who needs you, who loves you

[orangekittyenergy]

(I have so many things to do and I’m so sorry to everyone I owe one art to) but I saw this post about tiefling underwear and couldn’t get the idea out of my head of Rolan having to tie up his undies every morning and getting increasingly frustrated. 😬

[annanuna-arts]

'Now it's your turn to get wet'

[lunar-lumi]

thought about them again and the bugs crawling under my skin forced me to start drawing

[maggotmoment]

me when there's bugs in the bayou:

[drathe]

sketching spicy stuff and oops my hand slipped again