#mayhem (tav)

[sasssha199]

Chapter 8: “Well that happened.”

Read all of me on A03

Beware Smut ahead!

Pairings: Rolan x Fem Tav

Summary: Marlie and Sasha have just rescued the tieflings from Last Light. Lia found out about the terrible things Rolan said to Sasha while she was held captive and demands that he make amends to her friend. He tries and things get sexy…

“She doesn’t want to see you.”

“Damnation, how can I make things right if you won’t even let me speak to her.”

“You made her cry, Rolan.” Marlie’s voice is radiating impatience.

He says nothing for a moment, I hope he feels bad.

“She’s always crying…” he finally mutters. I roll my eyes, sending Marlie a vision of a dramatic facepalm. I hear her snort in response on the other side of the door.

“Not the point. Now go away.”

“I can’t.” Rolan's voice sounds strained, almost achingly so, “Lia will not give me peace until I fix this.”

“Not my problem.”

I get to my feet with a sigh and open the door of the bedroom I’m taking refuge in. “It’s okay, sis. I’ll at least hear him out.”

“No you won’t.” Marlie's tone is matter of fact, “I’ve got a Silence scroll I've been dying to use, let him say one more rude word...”

“I’d Counterspell it,” Rolan grumbles looking infuriated.

“Really Marlie, it’s fine. I’ll do it for Lia’s sake.” I turn and walk back into the room, Rolan’s quick angry footsteps follow me.

I plop down on one side of the sunken bed and gesture for him to sit on the other. He shakes his head, “This won’t take long.”

“Oh really?” I draw my legs up to sit criss-cross. “Go ahead then, stand there like you're on display.”

He lets out a deep breath between gritted teeth, before coming over to the mattress and perching at the edge of it.

“I…well... I…”

I blink at him, “Yes Rolan, you?”

He visibly gathers himself before responding, humility is very painful for him. "First of all, l apologize. For lashing out at you. Drunkenly, soberly. I should never have yelled…what I did.” He pauses in his intense study of the threadbare coverlet beneath him to look at me. He looks sober and coherent, for the most part. That’s good.

“Great,” I say, “I’m sorry too.”

He cocks his head, surprised. “For what?”

“I should’ve left you alone, after your rescue. I don’t know what I was thinking pushing your buttons like that when emotions were already running so high.”

“Oh,” he pushes his hair back over his horns, “my rescue, yes…it seems I owe you and your sister a great deal…” he’s not bothering to cover his ears with his hair today. They’re surprisingly delicate, almost elf-like. Cute.

“Look, as much fun as this is Rolan, just tell Lia we’re good, okay?” I reach out to pat his back, but think better of it half way there. “Tell her you groveled and all is forgiven.”

“You don’t understand,” Rolan turns his body to face me, “she wants me to DO something for you.”

I make a face, “Like what? Why?”

“You're very dear to her and, damn it, after all she's been through it's the least I can do." He turns away from me again, now addressing the far wall of the bedroom. "She suggested, perhaps, a magic lesson.”

I laugh out loud, he turns a darker shade of red but I ignore it. “Thanks, but that would be a waste of time. I’ve already had a "moment of magic" with your so-called Weave, it didn't go well. I think Mystra hates me.”

He scoffs and regards me with a golden eye, “I could almost believe that. But perhaps you simply had a terrible teacher.”

“I didn’t.”

“Obviously you did, if they failed to impart so simple a concept.”

“Rude, Rolan.”

He takes a deep deep breath and then in one smooth motion kneels down on the floor next to the bed. “Sasha."

I frown at him, what is he playing at?

He looks almost sincere, and pained, as he fixes that golden stare on my face. "Please, allow me to attempt this so that I can appease my recently kidnapped sister.”

“Get up, Rolan.”

“Zurgan, must you be so willfull?"

"Don't you Infernal at me! I don't WANT anything from you. You and I have done enough harm to each other."

He does not move, only glares at me, his tail flicking behind him in obvious irritation.

I look up at the ceiling, this has been such a long day. "Can you please just leave?'

"Not until you agree!” He punctuates this with a loud thump from his tail on the bed. I jump a little and we both look startled.

“Don’t go breaking your tail, now.” I snicker at my own joke, if only to keep the tears at bay. It works. "Fine. I'll agree to this, but just know I'm doing this for Lia, not for you."

“As am I,” he says standing up and brushing off his knees, “ Very well. Come over here.”

“What, right now?”

“Yes!” He looks like he wants to throttle me, I know how he feels.

As I move over to his side of the room he casts something that closes both the door and the window. “To minimize distractions.” He explains brusquely when I raise my eyebrows at him.

He holds out a clawed hand, I take it hesitantly. His grip is delicate but firm. “Wow, you’re really warm.”

He clears his throat, “Yes. Now focus. I will be the conduit…” his further explanation is straight forward only slightly varied from what I remember with Gale. He doesn’t require that I do any hand motions but is still very insistent that I get the verbal component correct. Since this is where I dropped the ball last time, my stomach clenches and I hesitate. He makes a motion with his head as if prompting me. I open my mouth, and I feel all the air leave my lungs in a rush, as if there’s a force emanating from Rolan that propels the words from my gut and out into the universe.

I stare at him wide eyed as an image consumes my mind, a bit like the tadpole connection.

I see myself naked and sweating, breasts bouncing, body writhing. My face is contorted with ecstasy as a horned person buries their sharp incisors into the soft flesh below my collar bone. I cry out as I feel their ridged member sliding in and out of my womanhood. Claws dig into my hips, grinding greedily with need. “Yes! Yes!” I scream, almost weeping with the intensity of it, I’m so close, so close to something. A hot wet mouth closes down over mine and the metallic taste of blood dances on our tongues. I open my eyes and it’s Rolan’s face above me, loving me. Fucking me.

I sit down hard upon the wooden floor. The air is knocked out of me, I see spots and I’m reeling.

“What…what…” it’s Rolan’s voice, he sounds breathless, he’s lying flat on his back, “what the FUCK was that?” He manages finally.

“I don’t- are you alright?” I try to crawl over to him but my legs feel weak. My core is throbbing almost painfully and I feel very…damp.

Something grips me, I look down and see Rolan’s tail is wrapped around my calf. I can feel the ridges pressing into my skin. “Ah, Rolan… would you please…”

I turn back to him and his face is inches from mine, his eyes are almost black, the pupils blown wide. “Is that what you want?” He licks his lips, “why would you show me that?”

“I-I didn’t." My heart is pounding, but I don't move away. "I don’t know what happened.”

“Liar.” He breathes, flashing his fangs. The kiss is messy, hungry, passionate. Heat radiates from every part of him. His hands are on my back, cupping my hips, caressing my breasts.

“Gods below-” my nipples harden beneath his ministrations and heat blossoms in me. His hair tickles my face and as I reach up to smooth it back my fingers brush the ringed base of his horns. He growls in response, pressing me down, climbing on top of me. He tastes like fire and spiced wine, he smells intoxicating, faintly of rose water.

Rose water, I've smelled that before, yes last time I worked the Weave with Gale...

I moan into his mouth, trying desperately to speak between deep kisses, “R-rolan...wait, ah-…”

I gasp as he drags his sharp teeth down the curve of my neck. Clawed fingertips graze over my skin beneath my blouse. His knees are between my thighs and I vaguely wonder if he can feel my desire.

“How dare you,” he mutters against me, "...maddening." He sounds absolutely ragged as his lips trace the line of my jaw, his hot breath burning.

I tug at his hair and our lips crash together again. His mouth is perfect, I whimper as his tongue sweeps against mine. I want more…I want it all…

And then he’s getting to his feet, adjusting his robes. I feel a strong pull as he moves away, his tail is still wrapped around me. He lets out an infernal curse, jerking it after him with his hand. The door shuts firmly behind him.

I slowly raise up onto my elbows and make my way to the bed. My hair has come undone, messy curls tumbling around my shoulders and into my eyes. As I go to gather it back, I notice a couple of scratches on the hand Rolan was holding.

Fuck.

I rub a finger on my tender lips.

What just happened? Was it the Weave, the magic? Or was that vision Rolan’s doing? Was it mine?

Marlie comes in after a couple of minutes, the sounds of chatter behind her increase as she opens the door. “You all right?”

“Yes,” I reply, I clear my throat, “I think he and I are okay now.”

“Oh good.”

“Yeah.”

[luxcafess]

My two main BG3 OCs as kids

Mayhem and Tavariel 🥰🥰

I want to draw them at different stages of their life, but so far I only have this done, I'll post them all together once I do

[aloobaart]

I am deeply in love with me bg3 cleric, Jonah, he is the world to me thank you

[corvidcrybaby]

"Howdy, partner. Name's Mayhem."

Introducing my BG3 Tav, Mayhem. I told myself going into BG3 that I wouldn't turn their outfit into a Hellsing reference of some kind, but then I found a wide-brimmed hat and red dye in a single looting session and I was like..... Ah.... It's a sign..... Anyway she's fucking Lae'zel and bullies Astarion, and she's a lesbian Tiefling with a rattlesnake tail that shakes when she's upset and feels threatened. Details at eleven.

[tavstavernofdisasterbisexuals]

I actually did this whole doodle page to get back to drawing digitally

Close ups:

Mayhem my beloved

I can't stop drawing Davhomin it seems, and now that I actually found a way I like to make him in bg3 I'm just going to draw him even more

[ethanrayne]

tagged by @marigoldbaker, gonna do this for.... uh, how about three OCs cause i wanna do one BTVS OC, one Baldur's Gate OC, and then my new guy from a Gravity Falls thing I'm kinda working on.

Use the generator to generate headcanons for your muse and post 5 to 10 results that you agree with!

Julie Delle (BTVS)

Julie can't sit in a chair properly. [i mean. there's a stereotype about bisexual sitting for a reason.]

Julie hates being alone. [she is SUCH a people person]

Julie sleeps in until noon. [not always, but when she's got someone else to open the White Fox, absolutely. usually she sleeps til 10, and the shop opens at 11. hiring Christian has been great for her.]

Julie knocks people over by hugging them. [this has happened to Ethan. Repeatedly. she thinks it's funny.]

Julie gets road rage.

Julie has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory. [adhd will do that to you. no she's not diagnosed, she was born in 1970. but i made her, so i know.]

Julie steals other peoples clothes. [she has a collection of random shirts and jackets that she just never gave back to various exes, at least two things of her older sister's despite living on different continents now, and a jacket that Ethan has just accepted he's never getting back. It's fine, he stole it from Ripper to begin with.]

Julie got hit by a bus once. [if you ask her, it just grazed her. if you ask Ethan, his life flashed before his eyes. if you ask the doctor that treated her, it was just some bruising and a twisted ankle because Ethan yanked her back onto the sidewalk. they were leaving the white fox to go to lunch. lunch did NOT happen because ethan is overprotective of his family.]

Julie can drive.

Julie has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night. [doing inventory as the owner and- at the time- sole employee of a small business is just like that sometimes.]

Mayhem (BG3 Tav)

Mayhem has an incredible spice tolorance.

Mayhem will go feral. Watch out. [do not hurt his people. you will find six knives in your back and wonder where they all came from before you die horribly. he utterly demolished orin to rescue a guy that he still claims he only kind of likes.]

Mayhem sings in the shower. [his childhood best friend is a bard and he knows all the words to many many things. he's not good but that's not really the point of it. it's just fun.]

Mayhem sleeps in until noon. [he's a former thief and even as an adventurer still conducts most of his life by moonlight. noon is early for him.]

Mayhem nearly drowned in a river as a child. [orphan child attempts to teach himself to swim in the Chionthar, is rescued by his best friend in a wildly traumatic incident. may expand on that when i finally write the big Mayhem and Bon fic.]

Mayhem could easily survive The Hunger Games.

Mayhem is a simp. [i hate this word but like. idk man the guy took one look at lae'zel and decided he was gonna do whatever she wants. as far as i can tell that's pretty much textbook.]

Mayhem is in your house. [he's taking anything not nailed down. i hope you kept your gold on you, buddy. everything else is Mayhem's now.]

Mayhem has chronic nightmares. [after the events of BG3? absolutely.]

Mayhem has been to prison. [i would elaborate but this one's gonna be in the fic. he was pretty young, and they let him go after a night or two with a warning, but there's a reason he's so determined to be the stealthiest thief in the city.]

Wolfram Barker (Gravity Falls OC- context is that Wolf is a werewolf scientist that shows up looking for Ford in the 80s only to find Stan instead, shenanigans ensue. Trans/nonbinary, bisexual, bit of a chaos gremlin.)

Wolfram is a switch.

Wolfram can beat you up if deserved. [and will!! luckily for Filbrick Pines he's on the opposite side of the country when Wolf finally ends up hearing about his behavior...]

Wolfram is the gay cousin. [to be fair, so is their little brother Harry, but Wolf is one of five siblings in a larger extended clan of werewolves and easily the most blatantly queer of all of them.]

Wolfram is a dog person. [*snickers* realistically Wolf loves all kinds of animals but dogs are the most likely to get along with them for werewolf reasons.]

Wolfram cries while watching disney movies.

Wolfram sings in the shower. [mostly disco and metal songs. Wolf has interesting music tastes.]

Wolfram can't sit in a chair properly.

Wolfram has an intense fear of spiders.

Wolfram sucks at saying tongue twisters.

Wolfram is smart but also very stupid. [genius scientist with the impulse control of a golden retriever. realistically it's the adhd again because all of my characters are neurodivergent.]

not tagging anyone else bc my brain is soup this week bc of how cold it is so i cannot figure out who to tag. if you wanna do this, grab the generator and the OCs of your choice and have at it!

[aquanthis]

may I hear more about death…..

YOU ABSOLUTELY MAY!!! my fruit gummy look at them RIGHT NOW

they're an orphaned street rat from baldur's gate who grew up alongside their fraternal twin sister (who i don't have a picture of on-hand right now). they chose their name because they thought it sounded cool and now they're stuck with it (though they do have an infernal name: davari! mostly so i don't always have to call them "death" lol).

they are generally pretty agreeable and level-headed, not one to get angry easily. however they're not easily swayed by other people's opinions or traditional morals of what's wrong and right, so sometimes they can be a bit morally gray. on the other hand, they're usually one to stray away from trouble, so they tend to be the "voice of reason" in their traveling party (though they can be persuaded if it seems fun enough...). they're also not quick to trust people, but when they do, they're ride or die as fuck. even if someone they trust does something bad, they tend to just assume they did it for a good reason before assuming betrayal

they used to be a circle of the land druid, self-taught (as in, they just tried stuff and did whatever worked). until one day they were trying a ritual and their sister accidentally interrupted it, causing them to be irreparably damaged and subsequently infested with fungal spores. so their body is just kind of permanently infused with Mushroom™. so now they're a circle of spores druid :) a weird take on the "died and came back wrong" thing

they have a lot of hatred for authority and being controlled, both from having been poor and watching rich people in the city, as well as yknow. becoming part mushroom and partially losing control of their bodily autonomy. so the parasite/emperor is VERY, VERY unwelcome! they struggle against it a lot and are very distrustful of the emperor lol.

they're also so badly in love with wyll :') deathgard my favoritest thing in the whole world. they're so so sweet. death thinks he's so so cool despite the fact that wyll is a huge nerd <3 i've wanted to write them for a while but brain doesn't work. it's okay though deathgard is real in my heart

anyway i love my fruit gummy. so does wyll :3 <3

[eligobrrrrr]

Hi! I'm gonna return the favor because I wanna hear some fun facts for your OCs, too! I'll ask it here so you can mention any of the OCs you wanna talk about, not just BG3

Omg this took longer than I wanted SO! As a challenge to myself I tried to write a fun fact of most of my characters (both D&D and BG3), some are missing due to them being generally underdeveloped

(The * means I have already played this character in a campaign, oneshot, or in bg3)

Ace Goldstring*

My beloved lightfoot halfling, college of spirits bard, sorry about getting you involved with Xanathar and the Zhentarim. So he has teal eyes with the ghost inside as a side effect of him being a spirit medium, if he wasn't his eyes would be brown like the rest of his family.

Davhomin Siannodel Brightwood*

The first one to be made and my dearest boy whom I apparently just like to put in situations. He has a garden back in his house in Silverymoon that he loves very much and gets worried about when he has toi go far for an extended period of time, usually other members of the church of Ilmater take care of it or sometimes his dad does.

Enoch Hume

Half-elf (drow) wizard. Student of Strixhaven, Quandrix School, very very tired he needs some sleep so much, one of his counsellors is a shifter werecat(mechanically a weretiger but I just wanted to make it a calico cat) for the theory side of the school.

Heinrich von Wenninger*

Ah yes, my dhampir vampire hunter. He has a cane, it was from his old teacher whom tragically passed away, he still carries it around everywhere as a memento, the cane is also quite interesting, it's part of the gothic trinkets list from Curse of Strahd/Van Richten's Guide, so the tip can generate sparks, instead of it being magical I made it like it is a small mechanism that with enough force could generate a small fire (and that definitely didn't come back to bite me in his oneshot/j)

Icarus Nephus

My scourge aasimar, sunsoul monk whom is basically a greek demigod (child of Apollo). He knows how to play the flute quite well, he learned to do it back in his monastery in Elturel. I also change his name slightly depending if I'm talking in English or Spanish (Icarus/Ícaro)

Nolan

They're the amneciacTM character, meant to be given to the dm and see what chaos unfolds, the few things I have stablished is that he has stitches and an odd scar in their chest powering their wild magic and is mortally afraid of mirrors.

Professor Meadowheart

Teacher in Strixhaven, Quandrix School, he's known to give one of the easiest classes for the first year students and one of the hardest for the last year students. He's also Enoch's counsellor embodying the substance part of quandrix. He has a raven familiar and definitely isn't conflicted about that (Shadar Kai that basically escaped the Shadowfell).

Yín Lóng/Argentum*

My silver dragon whom was cursed to be in human form. Loves loves loves books, they canonically have a library in the abandoned temple that they live in, also the story hook for their adventure is that someone stole one of the books, a very dangerous one so they're going to retrieve it (+ being stuck in human form and trying to transform back).

Thurak*

Half-Orc Wild Magic Barbarian. I have made reference to this several times but I never get tired about talking about it, he has a broken lyre cus he tried to play music and failed. On a fun fact related to his backstory, he actually doesn't know how to speak orcish and is actually still learning common.

Mayhem*

My tiefling monk, child of a cambion and grandchild of an incubus (Inherited being able to switch between a male and female form). Used to stealing people when they were younger then became part of the same monastery of Icarus in Elturel, Mayhem arrived first then Icarus did, Mayhem was dragged into Avernus while Icarus was in Baldur's Gate. They're besties.

Sergil*

Seldarine Drow (Technically an Aevendrow) gloom stalker ranger. He a lil bitch, a lil shit/pos, he doesn't know who Drizzt Do'Urden is and at this point he's too afraid to ask.

[obscene-tevene]

So... I have issues focusing. It's been an unfortunate thing I've been battling with for the past year, and it was starting to severely impact my studies.

Enter Spirit City: Lofi Sessions.

It popped up on my Steam Discovery while I was procrastinating browsing and I thought "Oh sure, why not?"

My productivity has increased. It has not skyrocketed, but the cosy environment the game creates makes me enjoy studying again. It's been nice to be able to sit down and complete my studies without getting frustrated due to a lack of focus.

[ufochasing]

cringetober day 1 heterochromia and a GREAT excuse to draw my tav, mayhem, who i adore and hate

[sasssha199]

It’s well established (and confirmed over our Twitch chat) that Marlie is the leader of our BG3 Krewe, but all of the NPCs in Faerûn (with the exception of Cal who’s a smitten kitten) turn to Sasha when they need something.

Anyways I’m getting Marlie a back brace for Christmas, she needs it after carrying us through another boss fight 😸😸😸 art by @astarfruity

[hollowrose]

Obsessed with this screenshot

[periiwrinkles]

i love my tav okie 🙈

+ some old outdated doodles from the early access version of mayhem

[tavstavernofdisasterbisexuals]

Guess who can mod their game now

[ethanrayne]

A little snippet of fic I've been chipping away at featuring Bon and Mayhem as kids-

The Stonyeyes district didn’t boast many temples- in fact, very few districts of the outer city had any sort of shrine or temple at all- but the little two-room building of the Stonyeyes Moonmaiden Sanctuary was one of the prettiest things in the neighborhood, if you asked Bon. He wasn’t a Selûnite- his mother prayed to just about everybody who’d listen, and Bon himself had taken to praying to Tymora, in hopes that a little luck would boost him and his mother out of the misery of the outer city- but the building was the only one around with more than a little stone in it, all solid stone brick walls and beautiful stained glass windows, and even though there were only two rooms- just the temple proper and a small office and bedroom where the clerics would stay overnight sometimes- the temple room was bigger than any Bon had ever seen, with six rows of benches for rest or contemplation and a statue the size of a full-grown orc, probably- well, maybe, definitely bigger than Bon was likely to be when he grew up, at least seven feet tall, he figured. The statue was beautiful, elegantly carved from stone, with the classic symbol of Selûne painted onto its base, over a carved relief of the same symbol. It looked almost like it had held gems in the stars and the eyes, once upon a time, but they were long gone if so. “Admiring my lady, I see,” a warm, aged voice called from the doorway to the priest’s quarters, startling Bon and Mayhem both. The boys turned to look, Bon grinning at the old cleric that stood there. She was tall, with weathered dark skin, and the same sort of points to her ears that Bon had- the subtler tip that marked her as a half-elf, like him. Her hair was wiry, a deep chestnut brown with more grey in it than brown at this point, and pulled back from her head to form a cloud behind her. Her robes were deep blue and only barely adorned, embroidered at the shoulders with subtle silver swirls that looked as though she’d done them herself- a fact Bon knew to be true, because he’d seen her working at it once, when his mother brought him to the temple a little early for one of the temple’s full moon services, which always had the best food in Stonyeyes, and which they attended at least two months a year just because the food was free. “Hallo, Mistress Denna,” Bon chimed politely, leaning in to what adults claimed was his ‘cherubic charm’ in the hopes that they wouldn’t be in trouble for wandering in unaccompanied. Not everyone was a fan of random children wandering unattended, but he and Mayhem had learned that it did well to seem like you weren’t doing anything wrong whether you were or not. “Bonifacio,” Denna replied in greeting, “And… do you know, I don’t think I’ve caught your name a single time, little one? Still, it’s lovely to see young folks interested in our temple. And once more, Bon, you truly needn’t call me ‘Mistress Denna’, I’m not that sort of priest, lad. Just Denna is fine.” “I’m not that little,” Mayhem replied, “I’m taller than Bon already, see? And- well, um.” He paused, looking nervous, and Bon bumped their shoulders together for support. “His name’s Mayhem, miss,” Bon said quietly, “but he’s-” “I’ve only just picked it,” Mayhem added, “cause my old one wasn’t about me, it was just what the orphanage liked. But I’m not gonna cause any trouble in here, I promise, it’s just- Bon keeps saying how pretty the statue is, and I wanted to see.”

Denna smiled, nodding towards the benches. “You’re welcome to admire her as long as you like. And if you’re curious… I’d be happy to tell you about the Moonmaiden, whenever you want. There aren’t many duties, at a temple this small, and I enjoy sharing my lady’s light. If not, well, you lads can sit here and just enjoy the view for yourselves, too.” Mayhem glanced at Bon, almost conspiratorially, and settled onto the bench at the front. “Bon loves stories. An’ I’ve got nowhere better to be, so long as I can find something for lunch later, so I’ll stay and listen, I guess.” “Perhaps we have some bread that we could share as I speak,” Denna suggested, heading for the priest’s quarters. “Give me just a moment.” “Told you she’d feed us for free,” Bon whispered as he settled in next to Mayhem. “Priests like that sort of thing, it makes them feel like they’re doing something important.” “No, I’m pretty sure it makes them feel like they might get a convert out of it,” Mayhem whispered back, but his eyes stayed on the face of the statue in front of them as he said it. He relaxed, little by little, the longer he looked. --- The next morning, Mayhem dragged Bon into the alley behind the Drowning Rat, shoving a dagger into his hands and turning his back. “What are you doing?” Bon asked, looking down at the dagger. It was ornate, but not the way that upper city folk’s things were- the handle wasn’t proper silver, it just looked silver enough to be pretty, and the blue gem in the pommel looked like it might actually be colored glass of some sort, not a stone, but it was nice, too nice for a kid in an alley in Stonyeyes to be carrying it. “Did you nick this, Mayhem, are you trying to get locked up?” “No, shut up, help me cut my hair off so I can put it back, you idiot,” Mayhem snapped. “I slept at the temple, last night.” “You stole from Denna?” Bon hissed, shoving the hilt of the dagger back into Mayhem’s hands. “She’ll never feed us now!” “She will if I put it back, don’t be stupid, I’m not gonna fuck up a free meal,” Mayhem pushing the dagger back towards Bon. “Now help me, or I’m gonna end up injuring myself with the stupid thing and then she’ll be really pissed.” “Okay, okay, just come further from the back door, if Mum sees any of this she’s gonna call you a bad influence and not let you hang around. And mind your language where she might hear, will you? Gods, Mayhem, you’ve got no sense.” Bon took the dagger carefully as Mayhem let his hair down, cascading in waves over his shoulders for the first time that Bon had ever seen. Bon gathered it carefully, cutting low enough that Mayhem’s hair would be more like the jaw-length bob that Bon himself sported. “More,” Mayhem said quietly. “I don’t want anyone mistaking me for a girl ever again, Bon.” Bon nodded shakily. “Alright, but- I don’t wanna cut too close, I’m not good with a knife.” “Yeah, cause your Mum won’t let you practice cause you nearly took your finger off once when you were way littler than this, which is dumb and paranoid of her.” Bon snorted, shaking his head, and re-gathered Mayhem’s hair to try again. “Hold still, and don’t shit-talk my mum, dumbass.” “Now who needs to watch his language where she might hear,” Mayhem muttered, but he held still, letting Bon cut close enough, with a few more attempts, that the bright pink hair was reduced to a short, shaggy mess atop Mayhem’s head. “Good enough?” Bon asked, after he’d done the best work he could manage without risking Mayhem’s ears or nicking his horns. “I dunno, I can’t see it,” Mayhem quipped. “But. It feels better, at least. Thanks. C’mon, let’s go put this back before she’s seen it’s gone.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

Just a thought came to mind! How do you feel about Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor covering you with hickies while holding you close & their tails are wrapped around your leg? I'm curious :3

Notes: My weakness, I can feel my legs giving up on me right this second just thinking about this!!! Tender moments like these/ possessive ones give me life!!!

₊˚⊹♡ Pairings: Rolan x Tav/Reader - Haarlep x Tav/Reader - Zevlor x Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Content: Comfort - Possessive - Longing - Lips On Skin

「 ✦ Zevlor ✦ 」

As you both sat next to the campfire, a soft glow dancing upon your bodies, Zevlor held you with a tenderness that spoke of years of loneliness. His touch devoted, worshipful, as if savoring a long lost treasure. Each kiss a prayer. The warmth of his hand, a soothing balm on a cold night.

With his fiery eyes, he watched you, drinking in every sigh, every moan, every quiver that trembled along your body, “it’s been too long…” he murmured, his voice a deep comforting rumble.

As his lips traced a path along your skin, leaving hickies that were both tender and possessive, his tail wrapped around your leg with a protective warmth. In his embrace, you felt cherished and safe, as if his years of solitude had found their answer in you. The world seemed a little brighter in the glow of his affection, and you knew that in Zevlor's arms, you had found a love that would last forever.

「 ✦ Haarlep ✦ 」

It was busy, always was in the marketplace of Baldurs Gate, where the air was thick with the scent of spices and the chatter of merchants… This is where Haarlep found his favorite kind of playground. Or rather, it would usually be the creature's favorite playground- finding an innocent soul to seduce, to break and feed off us until they were an empty husk. However, Haarlep only had eyes for you… And when he finally found you, a grin spread across his face as his arm reached from the dark alley and pulled you into seclusion, away from prying eyes.

His touch was warm, his skin like silk against your own, his voice almost hypnotic. It was almost hard for you to understand his words over the hammering of your heart.

Each kiss a promise of delightful mayhem as his lips trailed along your neck, leaving a constellation of hickies in their wake. His tail coiled around your leg, a playful yet possessive gesture, “You can’t hide from me little dove~.” a chill snaked down your spine, even as his body warmed yours. A finger gently ran up and down your arm, his nail scraping the soft skin ever so slightly.

In that moment, the world faded away, the market no longer loud, just a piercing silence leaving only the intoxicating presence of Haarlep and the thrilling unpredictability of his so called love.

「 ✦ Rolan ✦ 」

The library was quiet in the dead of night,the perfect place for Rolan to immerse himself in his studies. Yet tonight, the usually grumpy wizard found himself distracted by thoughts of you. With a resigned sigh, Rolan set his book aside and sought you out, his heart wishing to hear your soft voice, his body aching to feel you against him.

When he had found you, his usual gruff demeanor softened, and he pulled you into a quiet corner within the room- his body pinning you to the wall. Rolan’s kisses were surprisingly gentle, each hickey a mark of his reluctant yet undeniable affection. Each nip of his teeth, every swipe of his tongue, left you feeling as if you were about to burn up beneath him.

His tail, usually flicking in irritation now wrapped around your leg, holding you close as if fearing you’d disappear. His hands, so accustomed to holding a quill or staff, held your hips with an almost desperate grasp. Rolan felt his mind slowly become more clouded the more he felt you, his usual stoic nature giving way to an unexpected eagerness, “Don’t expect this often,” he grumbled… But you could tell from his actions that his words were far from the truth.