#really anything where tav gets fucked on a desk

[communistfries]

Wine made me so eepy but i can't stop thinking abt astarion with glasses

[viennacherries]

May I humbly request more breeding kink Rolan being absolutely desperate? Just going absolutely feral for Tav? Maybe with some knotting 👀😫

okay listen this one is complete and utter filth. there is no plot. tav walks into rolan's office and gets absolutely obliterated by him. hope you like it anon

i am a breeding kink rolan truther til i die and im not sorry for it

read on ao3 here!

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You don't spot Rolan when you come through the portal, which is unusual. He's normally busy organising the contents of the tower. You find him instead in his study, curled in on himself where he sits at his desk, his knuckles gripping the wood tightly.

"Tav." His tone is low and growling, and you make an effort to ignore the rush that sends through your body. He hasn't looked up, so you're not sure how he knows it's you. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

You gulp, "I just came to drop off some books I found. They're about evocation, and I know that's your specialty-"

He's across the room before you can finish your explanation. Up close, you notice he looks slightly haggard. There's sweat on his brow, bags under his eyes, and his breath comes out in pants above you. You have to tilt your neck to meet his eyes, and you see his eyes flick down to your lips. You suck in a breath.

He swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing, and takes a deep steadying breath as he closes his eyes. "That's very thoughtful of you," his words are slow and careful, "but now isn't a great time."

"What's wrong? Can I help?"

He barks out a laugh. "Trust me, Tav. You do not want to help with this."

The arousal in your gut withers away into concern. Over the course of your journey you've come to think of Rolan as somewhat of a friend, though you doubt the sentiment is shared. The thought of him being in trouble isn't a nice one.

"I do! Whatever it is, whatever I can do, tell me. I'd like to help."

He sighs, and his eyes are firmly locked onto the floor. You reach out a hand and place it on his arm in what you hope is a comforting gesture, but he flinches away and hisses at the contact as though it burns.

"Are you hurt? I have healing potions, I can-" As you turn to rummage in your bag he interjects again.

"No, Tav, it's not..." He sighs, and it's incredibly strained. "How much... How much do you know about tiefling biology."

The question gives you pause. You try and think.

"Not much, really. I know your tails are sensitive? I found that out by accident when I grabbed Karlach's one time as a joke. And I know you can feel pain in your horns? At least some of you can? Dammon smacked his one time when he was-"

"So fuck all."

You huff. "Fuck all."

He groans, and takes a step backwards, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Gods, I do not want to have to explain this. It's really best if you just leave."

"Rolan, seriously, what's going on? I know we're not, like, super closer or anything, but I still consider you a friend and-"

"I'm in rut, Tav."

You pause. "Um. Okay? What's that?"

He groans louder, rubbing a hand down his face, and it's really embarrassing the way the sound makes you feel. You feel a flood of arousal in your stomach and his eyes snap up to yours at that exact moment. He looks pained.

"It's a tiefling breeding cycle. Male tieflings go into rut, females go into heat. All I can think about right now is cumming. And every single time you get turned on around me I can fucking smell it, so I need you to leave before I bend you over my desk and fill you with my knot."

You take a hiss of breath in through your teeth. If his goal is to stop you getting turned on, he's absolutely going about it the wrong way. "What-uh. What's a knot?"

He moans, loud and lewd, and you clench your thighs, which has the muscle in his jaw clenching. "It's- hells. Tav, you need to leave right fucking now or I'm not going to be responsible for whatever I do next."

You step closer without thinking about it, drawn in to him like a siren song. "What's a knot, Rolan?"

He hisses, and shuffles minutely closer to you as though he's trying and failing to hold himself back. " Gods . This is the most awkward conversation I've ever had, I hope you know that. It's. It's a growth on the base of my dick. It swells up when I cum, to stop any of it... leaking out."

You gasp minutely. The image is... intriguing.

He hangs his head, panting, "Tav, I swear to all the Gods, you need to leave. I can fucking smell how wet you are. I can't... I can't..." He takes a small step closer to you, whining as he does so.

"How can I help?"

The moan he lets out is closer to a sob, "it's not- it's not that simple."

"Explain it to me."

He hesitates, so you step closer to him again, and he grits his teeth and whines. You're close enough now that you could read out and touch him. You feel your core pulse, and see his nostrils flare before he groans.

"Fuck, Tav." His eyes are wrenched shut. "It. It gets better after a few days. It's easier with a partner. It makes it less painful."

You nod, despite the fact he can't see you. "Well. I'm here, aren't I?"

He lets out a choked noise. "Fuck. It's not that simple, Tav, it's not- I won't be-" You step closer again, your breath fanning out over his chest, and he keens. "I won't be gentle. I won't be able to control myself. I'm fucking desperate for you."

You groan at that, and you see him grip his thighs tightly with his hands, his claws causing blood to bloom through the fabric.

You close the distance, putting your lips on his.

The response is immediate. It's like all of his control has gone out of the window as he grips your upper arms with his hands and holds you against him in a bruising grip. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and you moan around it, which has him groaning loudly down your throat and rutting his hips against you with abandon.

He pulls away from you only as much as he needs to so he can speak, "last chance to walk away."

Instead of answering verbally, you grind your hips against his. You aren't expecting his responding growl.

All of a sudden everything is moving. His tail lashes behind him and clears everything off his desk, and he spins you around and pins your hips against it with his, grinding against you without restraint. It's intoxicating.

"Hells, Tav, I can fucking smell how much you want this. You want me to breed you, hm? Want me to fuck you til you're full of my knot?"

You can't help the moan that escapes you, and in response he's growling and stripping you unceremoniously. The buttons on your shirt are undone hastily as he pulls the fabric aside, and rather than unclasping your bra he just pulls the cups down to free them so that he can latch his lips around your nipple. The scratch of his teeth against the sensitive skin there is borderline unbearable with how good and how much it feels.

His lips don't leave your tit as he scrambles to undo your belt, and as soon as it's loosened he's pulling your bottoms and small-clothes down in one rapid movement before spinning you to face the desk. He plants one hand in the centre of your back and forces your face down into the wood, you ass up in the air presented to him, and he growls at the sight of you.

"Look at you, my little breeding mount. Gonna make such a perfect little cock-sleeve for me. Gonna fill you up so good." He barely even sounds like himself anymore, his tone is low and feral, full of lust and pure need. You're a whining, whimpering mess underneath him even though he's barely touched you. You can feel your own excitement dripping down your thighs.

He notices it too, and you hear the thud as he drops down to his knees behind you. He buries his face in your cunt, taking a deep breath, and the noise he makes is absolutely debauched. It's the sexiest fucking thing you've ever heard.

"You smell so good. So wet and ready for me already. You're going to take me so well. Aren't you, darling? Going to take my cock and my knot like a good girl? Yeah you are, baby, fuck."

His tongue licks a stripe up your folds and you tremble as you shout out at the feeling.

He groans low in his throat, "Hells, you're fucking ripe for it. You taste fucking amazing. Gonna feel so good around my cock, sweetheart. Such a good mount for me."

"Please, Rolan." You can hardly think. You hardly even know what you're asking for.

"Well I can't say no to that, can I? Not when you're asking for my cock so nicely, hm?"

He runs his hands up your thighs and over the globes of your ass as he stands, and you feel him come to stand right behind you. You feel the ghost of his hands against your ass as he frantically pulls apart his robes and pulls out his length, and finally you feel his cock press up against your entrance.

One hand around the base of his cock, he rubs himself up and down along your slit and groans, his other hand coming up to clutch your ass and spread you apart. He massages your asscheek in his hand, moaning to himself. "Gods, you're so fucking soft. Feel so lovely under my hands, taste so good on my tongue, gonna be feel so perfect around my knot, darling." And with that he's sinking his length into you.

You didn't get a chance to look as his dick, but with every inch that sinks in you realise it's big. It's thick, and it must be covered in ridges because you feel it catch against you as he slides deeper inside you. You're writhing around with your face buried into the hardwood desk below you but you can't help it, the slow drag of his shaft against your walls is absolutely heavenly.

As he finally sheaths himself fully, he moans loud and clear. "Fuck, Tav. You're fucking tight. My knot might not even fucking fit."

The reminder of his knot has you moaning. You feel so full already, you can't even comprehend anything more.

The noise you make sets him off, and suddenly he's drawing back all the way to the tip before thrusting himself back in to the root. You wail at the feeling as he pounds into you, hard and fast and rough as anything but if feels so good that you aren't registering anything except how he feels inside you and the lewd things he's saying.

He can't seem to stop talking. "Holy shit, Tav. So fucking tight. Such a tight fucking hole. Fuck. Fuck, you take me so good."

It's not long before his thrusts are becoming messy and you can feel him twitching inside you, close to his release.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking close. I'm gonna fill you so good, darling. You're gonna be full of my cum. Gonna stuff my knot in you and make sure you get fat and round with my kids. You want that? Wanna be my little breeding whore? My little toy who pumps out babies for me? Fuck-"

His words are completely obscene but you can't help the way you clench around him at them, and suddenly without warning you're climaxing. You wail and cry, tears pricking in your eyes, as the orgasm rips through your entire body.

"Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum, Tav, I'm gonna come. My knot- my knot is gonna- you need to relax-"

He can barely get the words out as he groans around them, and you feel what must be his knot starting to catch against your entrance. It swells with every thrust of his length into you and suddenly it's so large you can't help but cry out in pain. You're stretched around it, so completely full of Rolan in every way and you feel like your body is going to tear in two but it keeps going, keeps getting bigger.

All of a sudden you feel it stretch even further and you cry as it slots into place inside you, and with a final shout and set of curses Rolan is spilling inside you, praising you and speaking gibberish as his cock throws rope after rope of hot seed into your body. You've never been so full in your life, full of his still hard cock and his knot and more and more of his cum every second that passes.

His cock gives a final pulse of spend and he collapses over you with a loud groan. You feel the skin of your back stick to his chest, sweaty and hot. There's a long period of silence save for the both of you panting and moaning in the aftershocks.

Rolan finally speaks again, after what feels like forever, his voice coarse and somewhat tentative.

"I'm sorry. I- I told you it's hard to- I hope you know I wouldn't have-"

It's funny he's so awkward now, clumsily stumbling his way through an apology that you don't at all need. You tell him as such.

"Still. I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"Only in ways I liked."

He moans at that, his hips stuttering, and you realise his cock hasn't softened yet. You make a noise of surprise at the feeling.

You feel him grin into your shoulder blade and he grinds himself into you, still unable to thrust due to his knot locking the two of you together.

"Oh, you thought it was over? Sweetheart, I'm not even close to being done with you. I told you I was gonna fill you up. I intend to."

You can't help the shiver that runs through your whole body.

"I hope that's a promise."

[tallymonster]

Careless Whisper ❤️ AO3 link ❤️‍🔥

Summary: Zesstra is a stripper and she just got off work. She turns on her computer and watches a very steamy streamer.

THIS IS PURE SMUT TRASH, IT IS NOT SERIOUS. If you come to my asks being an asshole, your ass will get BLOCKED.

A/N: there's a lot of emojis and out of character speak going on here. Do not take anything written here seriously, this was done for fun. Consider this a love letter to my friends on the Astarion Brainrot discord and to the ones who let me use their Tavs in this wild idea I had one day when I got too stoned and started to write on Google docs. Might be a one off, might be a thing, who knows?? Either way, enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day 😘💕

@cursedhaglette who let me use Halia (goldengalhal)

@tragedybunny who let me use Sera (SeraQueen)

@micropoe10 who let me use Colette (EcoGirl)

@just-a-refrigerator who let me use Elora (slutty_songstress)

And @bhaalbaaby who let me use Penelope

Thanks guys, I love love love you all 💕

Zesstra flops onto her bed with her laptop and a giant glass of wine in her hand. Another shitty day at work, but what's new? Being a dancer at the Fae Cabaret wasn't the ideal thing, but fuck, if the money wasn't worth getting her ass slapped for 10$ extra dollars in her tip pile.

Today though, was the last straw. The creepy rich dude who comes by every once in a while came by tonight, and did his same bullshit. She could practically recite his opening line “Hey gorgeous, why the sour face?” followed by a stupid smarmy laugh.

Zesstra smiled, put on the fake giggle, and slapped his shoulder. Next, he buys her the cheapest mixed drink, and of course, he gets himself an expensive glass of whiskey he never finishes.

She tries her hardest not to roll her eyes after he makes some degrading comment about her coworker, grimacing while he rants about some meeting with important people she doesn't give two fucks about.

Whatever, that's all in the past now. Tonight was about Zesstra, of course. It's her blessed time off and she was going to spend it the only way she could truly enjoy it.

Zesstra turned on her computer and went through her socials. The public one for family and close friends, some messages from the girls at work, nothing too exciting.

Then she flips to the slutty socials, the ones where she can post pictures from work. She answers some messages on her pay per post site, adds more lewd photos from her various shopping sprees, and scrolls for a few minutes. Messages pour in offering her the world for a few seconds of her attention, but there's really only one place she wishes to be.

Zesstra thinks back on the one bright spot in her nights. A regular she only knows as “The Lawyer”. He's a good looking elf, perfect silver hair, gorgeous face, dazzling red eyes that lock onto her as she walks the floor of the club.

He usually doesn't say much, but when he does Zesstra swears she’s heard that silky voice somewhere before. She put that thought to the back of her mind. Tonight was about seeking her own pleasure.

Clicking through the streaming sites she visits on nights when the images of him won't leave, she finds that her favorite creator, an asmr streamer called ProfaneDelight, just began his stream. Zesstra clicks on his name and pops her headphones on. She drinks more of the wine, and closes her eyes as his voice begins to fill her ears.

“Good evening, darlings.” She watches as he enters the frame of the video, his tight red shirt and black pants hug his body. The camera is at the most unfortunate angle, since it won't allow her to see his whole face which she assumes matches the delicious sound of his voice.

“Have you been waiting all day for me?” He huffs softly, a small laugh follows, “What a good audience you are…” His breathy tone sends shivers down her spine.

Zesstra kept her eyes on the screen as his hands come up to the desk he stands behind. She notices the black leather gloves with red piping along the edges that cover his hands.

“You know I can't stand to be away from you.”, his voice drips, seductively. “I bet you think of me while you do the most boring things.”

Zesstra can't help keeping her eyes locked on his hands, she tries not to, but her mind starts to imagine The Lawyer’s hands there instead.

“Do you get excited when you see time passing by as I get closer to coming back to you?”

His right hand comes up to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing a couple of buttons. A breathy sigh followed his hand as it lowered itself down his torso. Zesstra bites her lip in anticipation, taking another slow sip from her wine.

Her eyes follow his hand as it comes to a stop at the waistline of his pants. The heat rises to her cheeks when she sees the outline of his cock as the gloved hand cups it.

A strained groan escapes his lips, she can already feel the effects of his seduction working on her body. Her cheeks are heating up just by watching these slow teases.

Zesstra swallows more wine, watching as he opens his shirt more. The pale skin of his core seemed to shine in what appears to be candlelight. The soft yellows of the light bathe his body, the shadows cast highlight the muscles that are slowly exposed.

“Ah ah aaahh” he teases, “if you want more…you know what to do, darlings.”

Zesstra smirks mischievously, the money she earned tonight would be put to great use right now. She types a quick message and before she could type it she hears the ping of a donation from someone called goldengalhal.

goldengalhal sent 20$ “Starting off right, love. There's more where that came from 😘”

Zesstra rolls her eyes and sends her 25$ donation, 5 more than whomever that is. Back on the screen she sees her name and message pop up.

TestyZesty sent 25$ “couldn't wait to come home, looks like I got here just in time…”

He laughs and begins to slide one of the gloves off near the microphone. The soft scratching sound of the fabric rubbing against his pale hand sent more shivers through Zesstra’s skin.

As the glove comes completely off his hand, he taps on the mic, Zesstra sighs contentedly and licks the wine off her lip. She notices his fingers, and does a double take. They look familiar? She pours the last bit of this bottle into her glass and leans back to watch more before jumping to conclusions.

“Looks like we have someone who came by at the right time…little TestyZesty…my dear, what are you so testy about? Anything I can help with?” His lips curl into a little smirk, “I hear I give wonderful stress relief…”

Zesstra shoots up on her bed, her wine swivels in the glass and almost spills due to her abrupt reaction. “No fuckin’ way.” her jaw drops and she begins to type her response. Suddenly, another donation pings, this time from a SeraQueen.

SeraQueen sent 50$ “I had a bad day at work, can I get a little love too 🥺”

“Of course, dear. Hope your day can improve now that you're here, my Queen.” he responds with all the sweet words they all love.

Zesstra scoffs, “Biiiiitttttch, please.” she giggles and sends her message. As soon as it pops up on screen, she hears his melodic voice begin to read it.

“Work, irl shit. Life sucks, then you die. You make it better though.” she sees a small smirk on his lips, Gods, she would kill to suck on those lips. “Oh, don't be so nice to me, Zesty…you make me want to be nice back..” He draws out the last bit of that sentence, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The second hand comes up and begins the same languid dance of slipping the matching glove off. Bit by bit he takes the glove off each finger, a soft moan flows out of those pretty pink lips when he finally releases his hand from the offending accessory.

He strokes the microphone with his fingers as more soft, breathy moans leave his lips. “You're all so eager to get me exposed aren't you? All these adorable messages just for me?”

“You have no idea…” Zesstra grabs the second bottle of wine that sat on her nightstand, she unscrews the top and drinks straight from the bottle. More images of her Lawyer pop into her head, but her mind decides to think of the way he ran his hands all over her when she took him into the private rooms at the back of the club a couple of nights ago.

No matter how many times she's been told not to let people touch her, she can't help letting him do it every time they're alone. He was paying for the whole experience, of course, but sometimes she wonders what they would get away with if she were the one paying him.

She snaps out of it the moment she hears another donation ping from an EcoGirl.

EcoGirl sent 150$ “do you like to garden? Because I have a hedge that needs tending 😏”

“Oh no, little love. I can't mess up these immaculate hands…then how would I be able to make these streams?” He giggles a bit and stands to remove his belt. It's like a little game of back and forth comments and donations from different people.

Among the many she notices a comment from a slutty_songstress “how do I get you to sing for me? bet you make wonderful sounds 👀”. He apparently noticed that one as well, he reads it out and huffs into the microphone.

“I don't usually do private performances…most of the time I’m the one getting the dance done for me…” A skewed smirk grows on his face, as if he's trying to play coy.

Zesstra’s mind begins to fire off with unhinged horny thoughts. She would do anything to give this man a dance he would never forget. People do love her aloof drow attitude, who’s to say he wouldn't?

Before she could stop herself, she drops another donation.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “what kind of dancing? Are you going to the ballet or stopping by the Cabaret? maybe I'll see you there? 😘”

Another cheeky comment, sure to get his attention. He laughs again, and bites his lip. “Well, I do enjoy both, but I do hold a special place in my heart for the girls at the Fae…have a few in mind actually.”

Within seconds the chat is flooded with questions on who the girls could be. Zesstra sees a few of her coworker’s names flash up on the screen, most notably, Penelope, the pink tiefling with a huge fan base, and Nym the other drow girl who worked part time at the strip club.

Some even mentioned Nym’s brother Sorm, but he had given up the cabaret after finding himself a job as a model after one of his regulars hit it big during Faerun Fashion Week.

Penelope and Nym are Zesstra’s friends and friendly competition. Most nights where the three of them work, they'll place bets on which one of them will get hit on first (Penelope), which one will get a four figure tip (Nym), and who can get the client the most drunk within 30 minutes (Zesstra).

She giggles as the comments keep flying, eventually, one commenter names her!

“Have you seen Zesstra?? She's kind of a bitch but total dommy mommy energy 🥵”

Zesstra cackles like a banshee, “That's right, babes, fear me!” She takes a long drink from the bottle, amused that someone out there thought of her.

Back on stream, the delightful treat in front of her sucks his lip and releases it with a pop, “Darlings, I will never kiss and tell, but I do know one of my little friends is here right now.”

Zesstra sputters into her wine glass, she cannot believe what she just heard! Is he trying to imply that he's a possible client of the Fae??? There's no way, he's probably talking about the ballet that her cousin Octavia is a part of. But then again, how many of those girls sit in their room after a performance and flick their bean to this shit?

She chuckles the thought out of her head, and focuses her attention on the screen. She starts to type a message when a donation pops up.

goldengalhal sent 200$ “I do ballet, maybe you’ve seen one of our performances? I'm the prima ballerina at the Gate’s Performance Hall.”

“Good for you, goldengal. I do appreciate the arts, and I do love dressing up for the occasion, but….there's just something about the girls at the Fae that gets me going…”

Zesstra’s brain short-circuits. “OH MY FUCKING GODS.” Could he be one of her regulars????

Another donation. EcoGirl sent 50$ “CAN WE GET BACK TO THE MATTERS AT HAND?? our boyfriend is still wearing a shirt. 👀”

Zesstra laughs and sends her donation, TestyZesty sent 69$ “i agree with EcoGirl, can we get back to these pressing matters? In particular, the rest of those buttons 😏” An amused chuckle comes out of his lips, he stands and Zesstra could see him lean in closer to the microphone.

His hand slides down his chest, following along the line of buttons at the front of his shirt. The almost hushed sounds flowed from his lips. A strained groan here and a breathy moan there. Zesstra’s skin prickles under his teases.

His hands linger on the buttons that hold his shirt closed, one by one he begins to slide his fingers over the closures, his pale skin becoming more visible by the second. More soft whines and moans fill Zesstra’s ears, the vibrations pooling down in her core.

He leans over and speaks directly into the camera “I hope you all are pleased with yourselves, I don't usually let you all have this much power over me, but I figured with it being Lover’s Night, I would give my little pets a treat.”

He blows a kiss to the camera and begins running his hand down his neck, slowly trailing his hand down his now exposed chest. A low groan, almost a growly noise flutters out of his throat as he pulls the rest of his shirt open. The red silky looking fabric hung off his shoulders as his hand lingered on his waistband.

“Shall I keep going, lovelies? What do you think?”

The messages fly on the left hand side of Zesstra’s laptop screen. One after the other they compete for his attention until another high donation drops.

Slutty_songstress sent 200$ “off with the shirt, please (respectfully)”

“Well, my songstress, since you asked so politely…” The last word is drawn out, he lets his shirt drop from his shoulders, his hand throws it off and palms his cock again. He sucks his lip into his mouth, Zesstra could see what looked like a fang pop out the right side.

More breathy moans fill her ears as she begins to remember earlier in her night, when her bright spot waltzed into the club. She watched as the Lawyer walked up to the bar, he leaned on the counter and began to text furiously. Zesstra didn't usually feel so flustered because of a client, but the way he looked at her was not usual of the other patrons.

When she walked up to him he looked straight at her eyes and smiled. “Hello, beautiful.” She smiles back and leans over the bar, letting her shoulders drop, pressing her upper arms together to puff out her chest. The little game of playing it cool failed under his gaze.

They talk for a while before she hears her name being called, at the same time he checks his watch and notices the time. “I’m late to a very important meeting. Looks like we have to part ways, gorgeous. Maybe next time, we can have some time together? Perhaps away from these prying eyes?”

Zesstra could never properly hear him, no thanks to the loud ass music Alfira played behind the DJ booth, but she was pretty good at reading lips by now.

He slips her a note and winks as she bends down seductively to shove the little scrap of paper inside her platform boot. The moment ruined by Nym, who comes to pull her up on stage. Soon after she finishes her set, she pulls the little note out and reads it.

Zesstra’s jaw drops and sees that it's a business card for one of the most elite law firms in Faerun. It was a plain white card with his name, Astarion, and number written on it. On the back there was a note that read “I helped you once before, don't hesitate to ask again.”

She had given him her landlord’s number when they were trying to pull some shady shit and not fix her leaky shower. One call from “her lawyer” and it was done.

Seems like this was her chance, and given the amount of alcohol she's drunk so far, Zesstra decides to text the number.

“Hey, Astarion. It's Zesstra. Pretty bold of you to give me a business card.” She hits send and throws her phone on the nightstand. She'll check it later, he was probably busy at that meeting he mentioned.

Back in her room, she snaps back to reality yet again when she hears the sound of hundreds of messages scrolling past. Apparently in the time that she was in her daydream, her streamer had already undone his pants! She scoffs and types out a message.

TestyZesty sent 123$ “Holy shit, I looked away for five seconds and you sluts got his pants open??”

Zesstra hears the sultry voice reading her message out loud with a little wince at the end, “I guess if you were paying attention, you wouldn't be surprised.”

Her throat feels dry, she clenches and swallows. “You're all so sweet, letting me ramble like this…I wish I could see your face when you let me do whatever I want to you.”

Zesstra was already extremely turned on from seeing her crush earlier and the way she could feel his eyes studying her reactions.

“Touch yourself. I know you want to.”

As if she was being compelled to, her hand begins to trail down her center, slipping into her tiny shorts. She feels her wetness coating her fingers, her body opening up under his commands.

“Be good for me, I could be really good for you…” he slips his pants down, and she hears them hit the ground. His hand moves up to his waist, pulling at the fabric of his skin tight boxers, his cock very clearly hardened by this point.

“Oh fuck…” she slips her shorts completely off, spreading her legs on both sides of the laptop sitting on her bed. Her left hand goes back to work herself open while the right is tugging her bra up to play with her nipple.

“Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want, darlings.”

Another flood of donations and messages ring out, Zesstra wishes they would all just shut up and enjoy the show, but it's all part of the game.

EcoGirl sent 100$ “pleeease, I need to see this man cuuuuummmmmmm 🥵”

“As you wish, dear. Any particular way? Or is it the dealer's choice?” his voice drops as a sharp exhale escapes with a pout, his muscles tense and release as he runs his hand over his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to.” a sigh, and a moan, “I really wanna come for you all, you've been so good to me tonight..”

Two donations come in at the same time, each opposes the other.

SeraQueen sent 350$ “love the teasing, keep going, we love anything you give us”

goldengalhal sent 420$ “fuck your hand. Let us see your cock leak.”

“Ooh, the war begins…So direct, goldengal, and sooo generous…thank you, love. I do like what SeraQueen adds though, maybe I can give both of my generous beauties a compromise?’

He runs his left hand down the front of his boxers more, his breath hitches and stutters. His fingers teasing the length of his cock. He pulls the camera and the microphone down a bit and flops into the chair behind him.

TestyZesty sent 422$ “you look comfy, just how I imagined when I think of riding you when I touch myself.”

Zesstra had to take her hand off her tit to type that, but she could tell it had an effect on him. As a stripper, she could pretty much tell when any of the patrons got too excited by the dance. This guy clearly loved the attention he got doing these streams in more ways than one.

He begins to pull his boxers down, teasing them all with how slowly he was inching the fabric off. As soon as his cock is freed, it bounces back, bobbing with a twitch. “Is this what you think about, Zesty?”

TestyZesty sent 100$ “ fuck yes. I want to milk you, you drive me crazy.”

A pleased hum that turns into a moan follows as he runs his hands up his thighs, digging his nails into his skin. Zesstra can see the red scratch marks grow bright against his pale skin. Gods, she would love to bite down and see how pretty he would look bruised with little love bites all over.

He wraps one hand around his cock, the other continues to work his way up his toned chest, tweaking a nipple as he begins to lazily stroke his cock.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “get yourself nice and hard, I wanna have a good image of you underneath me.”

“Let me give you a better image then, darling Zesty…”

Zesstra is rewarded with a louder moan, he strokes himself a little more, grabbing a bottle off camera with his other hand. He flips the top and drizzles what looks like lube all over his cock.

EcoGirl sent 50$ “yesyesyesyes get it nice and slick, daddy. I would suck you all day if you let me.”

SeraQueen sent 240$ “you have the prettiest cock, so thick too”

“Oh EcoGirl, you like it when daddy fucks his hand? Would you like it to be your cunt instead? Maybe you and Sera can share?”

Zesstra clenches around nothing, she can't take it anymore and reaches down to fully indulge in herself. She begins to circle her clit, stroking slowly, trying to imitate the movements of his hand on screen.

His hand now coated in a combination of lube and precum slides up and down his hardened length, the muscles on his thighs flex and he lets out more breathy moans. “Let's see who can get me to come all over their beautiful tits, I do love it when they're covered with my come, bouncing in my face.”

Zesstra strokes down her pussy, her slick entrance is so desperate to be filled by him, to be the only one bringing him pleasure. She lets herself wander to the place in her mind where Astarion is the one making her mewl underneath him.

goldengalhal sent 300$ “faster, I love it when you can tell how desperate you are to come.”

He huffs and does as he's told, his hands find their places on his cock and on his balls, both working in tandem to ruin him for the audience. With one hand he strokes himself more, building up speed. His other cups his balls as his fingers spread, moving down towards his frenulum. He arches his back, thrusting into his hand more desperately.

Zesstra wants him to cry out for her like this, she wants to be the one to make him feel as good as he does for her, all she can bare to think of is his cock sliding inside her, splitting her open and taking what he wanted.

Waves of pleasure crash into Zesstra as she watches him stroking his cock faster, she can see how everyone's words affect him. The way his chest stutters as he's getting closer to his own high. His hips thrust up into his soaked hand, seeking release, his breaths growing more ragged and strained.

Zesstra's fingering herself in time with his thrusts, she lets the images of Astarion flood back into her head, his hands all over her as she grinds herself onto him during her dances. She rubs the heel of her palm into her clit faster as she feels herself getting closer, the moans and breaths in her ears pushing her closer to the edge.

“That's right, come for me…let me fill you with my come, get you nice and full for me. Have my seed drip down your legs as you go about your day…” a stutter followed by a strained groan “fuck yourself faster, I want to feel you come for me.”

Zesstra feels herself winding up more, the tension ready to snap at any moment, when she hears his moans grow louder and more primal. He's desperate to come and she would do anything to get that to happen. She keeps her eyes locked into his hands.

With her free hand she sends the last donation she thinks she can type before the lust fully takes her.

TestyZesty sent 69$ “come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you come and coat your beautiful skin.”

“Yes darling… gods, I'm so close… are you gonna come too, Zesty? Come with me, sweet girl.”

As if on command, Zesstra can feel herself crossing over the precipice, her body writhes and clenches as her cunt squeezes down on her fingers. She rides her orgasm out as she hears him panting and whining.

“Yes yes fuck you're so tight and wet, I can't take it anymore, fuuuuck…” he twists his hand on the rise of his hand, giving the head a bit of a squeeze. He thrusts into his hand with little shallow movements, his fingers from his other hand grip on his balls as he fucks his hand.

His body is clenching, tensing up more and more as he pushes himself over the edge, his cock twitches as he comes. The thick liquid coats his hand as it drips down. His body shudders as he keeps fucking his hand through his climax.

His moans stutter and his hips tremble. His waist and stomach are coated with his come, an obscene display for such a composed subject.

“Looks like I gotta clean up here, darlings.” he pants with a small laugh, his breath shallow and chest heaving. “For my little messenger, I hope you liked it. Expect a response from me soon, pet. Good night, loves.”

The stream ends, Zesstra thinks that little sign off was strange, but everyone has their thing. As she's coming down from one of the best orgasms she's had, she hears her phone ring and notices that Astarion has actually texted back! His meeting must've just ended, perfect timing.

When she opens the message, she nearly dropped her phone from the whiplash from throwing her head back. As plain as her own red eyes could see, was a short text. “You were pretty bold tonight, yourself, testyzesty…” Zesstra gasps, her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “OH MY FUCKING GODS?!?!”

She immediately feels her hands trembling wildly. All she could think about was him, and it turns out that it was. Zesstra’s brain immediately blanks out when her phone rings again. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really want me like that?”

She quickly types a response and sent it back “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy.” his response reads, “Pretty easy to figure out it was you, not many girls mention seeing me at the Cabaret. Thought you were trying to drop a hint? Figured you recognized my voice from earlier?

Zesstra didn't even think about it, the club is so fucking loud, her mind races at the fact that now she knows that he definitely got off to her watching him. “Did you always know?”

“No.” he replies.

“So then…you meant to give me your phone number tonight?”

“Yes. Let's just say, you intrigued me. Besides, you're not the only one who has a public and private life. I was hoping to let you in on my little secret eventually, but it seems life had other plans for us.”

Zesstra cannot believe what's going on right now, her mind is racing through the hundreds of times he's come through the club. The sudden departures and strange late night meetings, it all makes sense now. There were never any meetings…well, not with other lawyers at least.

“So….what happens now? I know who you are, you know who I am…do we keep going down this path or do we split ways?”

“I think you're a rather curious little kitten, why don't we see how far down the rabbit hole we can go? I'll send you my address. Let me know what you decide on.”

Zesstra bolts out of bed, she puts on the skimpy dress that hangs on the bathroom door. She slips it on and gathers some things before running to the door. As she makes her way down the stairwell of her building, she gets his address. She bites her lip and replies “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

[mslanna]

Raphael and/or Haarlep reacting to seeing Tav in the wavemother robes?

enby, afab Tav with top surgery seduction read on AO3

Wavemother Help Me Now

Well. Tav pulled at the hem of the scaly robe. They lost that bet fair and square. And while the high slit and deep neckline promised forbidden views, they didn't yield any by themselves. With a little tweaking though, Tav could show anything they wanted to.

It would have to do. Hopefully. It wasn't that the price for the lost bet was bad or anything. It made sense and Raphael did take up a lot of their thoughts. So getting hi out of their system by getting him into their pussy was a sound plan.

But how did you even seduce a devil? With cunning ploys? Outright demands? They'd find out. Because, unfortunately, the price wasn't "trying their best and leaving it at that" but honest to goodness seduction.

Gotta bang that devil. Tav scrutinised their looks a last time. At least they knew where he was. And that he had a pool. Between the Wavemother robe and the water, they'd come up with something. Hopefully.

# # #

"What is it with that – getup." Raphael's eyes raked over Tav. The adventurer wore a – revealing robe to put it mildly. And yet, there was no sliver of skin of the enticing kind to be seen. What a tease.

"Oh this?" Tav shrugged and the motion raised the slit of the robe dangerously high. "I lost a bet."

"And now you have to wear – this?"

They shrugged again with similar effect and mumbled under their breath blushing. "Astarion said it'd be less breezy around the – well, around everywhere if I started wearing undies. But that day may never come. Anyway," Tav gathered themself. "It's not all bad. Look."

They stepped over the rose petals into the pool and lifted the robe so it wouldn't get wet. Raphael swallowed hard.

"It heals me when I stand in water. Helpful, yes?" They turned slowly as if that would show the healing properties.

"Yes, very impressive." Raphael said, proud of the flat tone in his voice. "Was there anything else? A contract you reconsidered maybe?"

Tav stilled and dropped the robe. It made a small sound as it dipped right into the water and floated around their legs. The slit turned especially adventurous, if unsuccessful at revealing their private parts.

"I knew I forgot something," Tav sighed. "It's not so easy, you know. Lae'zel will kill me if I don't free her Prince. And Karlach and Wyll will kill me if I deal with a devil. It's kinda a fix."

"And how do you intend to fix that?" Raphael took a goblet with heavy red wine and a step towards the pool. With his hands occupied it felt safe enough.

"I don't know." Tav dropped their hands to their sides, where their fingers played with the high slit of their robe, hiding and revealing skin in an almost hypnotic pattern.

"Protection can be arranged as part of the contract."

"Really?" Tav brightened and raised their hands to their chest. Unfortunately, they tangled in the robe on their way up, revealing almost everything as the fabric bunched momentarily over Tav's crotch. "It's still two against one."

Raphael thrust the wine into their hands. "If you need time to consider, help yourself. I have other matters to attend to."

"Oh." The word dropped from Tav's mouth small and soft. "Of course." They climbed out of the pool and walked to his desk, dripping water all over his floor. Tav put the goblet down with a sigh. "You know, bending me over the desk and fucking me silly would be a strong argument in your favour."

Raphael froze. Had he heard correctly? He went through the conversation again, but yes, it seemed that Tav had not only admitted to not wearing underwear but also asked to be taken from behind over his desk. The image parched Raphael's mouth. He could feel his cock stir and press against the inside of his trousers.

And they had not moved. Stood with their back to him and eyes cast down into the wine. Raphael let his gaze wander over the curve of their back and ass. A clear invitation. One he had not expected.

He stepped behind Tav and his breath on their neck made them shudder. "I don't think that is an argument I want to make."

Each of his words dropped onto Tav's skin and they sighed sweetly under them. He slipped a hand under the robe and over the shivering skin over Tav's stomach. They pressed back against him immediately.

"You will find that my own arguments are a little more convincing." Raphael moved his fingers down, teasing the joint between thigh and body. Tav mewled, their fingers gripping the desk turning white with pressure.

"I am," they drew a sharp breath as his hand descended, "open to suggestions."

"Matters of this importance should not be rushed." The reversal of roles suited Raphael perfectly. He cupped their sex with his hand and slipped his index finger down between Tav's fold. They were invitingly warm and wet for him.

Who knew. Maybe he would just bend them over the desk. A quick solution to the pressing problem building between his own legs. "The question is what I will get out of this."

Whatever Tav's answer was going to be, it was lost when he pushed away the robes and cupped their ass with his free hand. It wasn't the most dignified of intercourses, but if Tav had wanted that they wouldn't have presented a standing invitation. He squeezed.

Tav pressed into his hand, and moments later over his naked cock. Raphael took them in with a low growl, marking Tav's throat with hungry teeth. It was obvious what he'd get out of this and if he had his way, and he planned to, this would not the last time, Tav offered themself on a silver platter. He'd devour that little mouse until they forgot why this was a bad idea.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Personal Rolan Headcanons… via the NSFW Alphabet

Look these are going to be wildly biased to cater to my own taste and I don’t care. I’ll also be specific about both Rolan x Catrin and Rolan x Steel Weave Tav (my main fanfic pairings) where relevant because…fun!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Rolan likes cuddles from his romantic partner a lot (and is generally very touch-starved: I don’t headcanon Cal and Lia having a particularly cuddly relationship with him despite their closeness, and I don’t think he’s been close to anyone else in a long time). However, I think he is truly ABYSMAL at talking about sex and only wants to do it when already turned on - so it’s up to his partner to prise opinions out of him on what he did and didn’t like (though he gets a bit better at that with time and encouragement from Steel Weave Tav). I also think he likes a hot, luxurious bath, and back rubs. Things the road from Elturel was short on!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Rolan thinks his horns and claws are elegant and imposing - but in bed, it’s his neck and ears that are incredibly sensitive. (I don’t think tiefling horns feel sensation personally).

As for body parts - for Steel Weave Tav, it’s 100% her muscles, especially her biceps. He likes seeing (and feeling) how much stronger she is than him physically. For Catrin, he tried to stop himself having a crush by thinking about her human attributes… and it backfired, filling him with secret, shameful curiosity about her blunt teeth and body hair.

C = Cum

Er… normal? Lmao. This question. Tastes a little bitter and salty, like he is.

D = Dirty Secret

Doesn’t think that his submissive fantasies fit with the competent, self-contained Archmage he’s always pictured himself being… so he is very embarrassed and secretive about them.

E = Experience

Not a lot. I think he’s previously had one or two short relationships, but I think after their mother died, he stopped all of that to work hard and provide for Cal and Lia, with all of his spare time going to studying magic.

I also personally headcanon that he’s never taken it in the ass before, but just because I’m trash who loves him both wanting that and being nervous about it.

F = Favourite Position

On his back, looking up into his partner’s eyes as they either ride him or fuck his ass (with his legs over their shoulders). Plus, from there it’s an easy movement up to sit on his face. I think he likes a lot of different positions though, just as long as he’s getting absolutely fucked senseless. Bent over a desk, face down on a bed…whatever.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He likes some flirty back-and-forth, but mostly he’s serious. He certainly doesn’t like deliberate silliness, but he will crack for moments of amusement if something silly happens - though only with someone he knows well and trusts.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Personally, I headcanon most tieflings not to have body hair at all. I don’t think it really makes sense with the ridges! (And Rolan is so fussy I think he’d get rid of it if he did have it. He likes things neat and orderly).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I think that though Rolan isn’t keen on sweeping romantic gestures, he loves very deeply, and on those days when he’s having slower, gentler sex (or had the brat fucked out of him), looks up very adoringly at his partner. I also think he likes to be held tightly when he comes, and when he’s a washed-up, overstimulated wreck.

It takes a lot of trust and intimacy with a partner for him to be able to be honest about his fantasies (and even then, it’s slow going… but without that connection he wouldn’t say anything at all).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rolan’s pretty repressed and tries to detach himself from caring about people he knows, because they might interfere with his responsibilities towards Cal and Lia, and with his learning of the Weave. So he often jacks off about getting fucked by anonymous strangers. Once Tav… or Catrin… or whoever… enters the scene, he jacks off over them instead and feels very weird and ashamed about it. (Sorry, I love repressed Rolan. It features a lot in my work lol).

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Firmly a sub (lol, who would have guessed this was my headcanon). The only switching that man does, in my opinion, is between being a well-behaved submissive and a feral, bitchy brat.

I think he likes humiliation more than praise. I know praise kink is a popular Rolan headcanon, but I actually think he finds praise very uncomfortable if he doesn’t feel it’s been immediately earned - so he likes being told he looks good once, but after the fifth compliment he often starts to get irritated. Being told he’s a whiny little slut though? Definitely going to make him whine harder.

I think he enjoys a variety of D/s, humiliation and pain, but especially likes being pushed around and held down (in Steel Weave Tav’s case), or in Catrin’s case, bitten (hard). He also develops a bit of a ravishment fantasy in Planar Tears since he feels so conflicted about his desire for Catrin; his fantasies involve her making that decision for him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

Balconies, studies, wardrobes, desks. Beds too but a little risk of discovery is fun. Sorcerous Sundries once all the customers have left.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Someone who takes control, shows strength and determination, and who is as hardworking and passionate.

And really, any teasing. A whisper in his ear about how much they’d like to fuck him when they’re somewhere public… a hand slipping up his robe when he’s trying to work… he gets worked up very easily.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think that after Lorroakan’s abuse, Rolan would struggle with face slapping/hitting. I also think that once he becomes Archmage, he prefers not to have visible face or neck bruises, though everywhere else is fair game. (In Planar Tears, he’s sufficiently enamoured by Catrin’s teeth that he throws such caution to the wind… and sometimes regrets it after).

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I think he enjoys receiving, but LOVES giving. He loves the taste and the sensation, and giving his partner pleasure. It’s also a matter of pride for wizards to have skilled tongues… so I think despite his relative experience he’d put a lot of effort into learning how to give great oral.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rolan prefers his partner setting the pace, but generally fast and rough. He likes it intense. Exceptions being contented lazy afternoons, or when recovering from some serious magic… but mostly he likes a railing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I feel like Rolan does not do things by halves. He wouldn’t be super opposed to quickies, just… disappointed by them, when there could be more.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Has a lot of kink interests he wants to try, and is prone to biting off far more than he can chew. Rolan definitely overrates his capacity for pain, tends to be overambitious and doesn’t think enough about his own safety (so he needs a partner to order him to be careful and to push for communication on those subjects when he won’t do it himself).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Not a lot. Gets overwhelmed very quickly and comes very quickly too unless deliberately edged. Will totally go several times in a day though.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not at first, but once he gets a supportive partner, and a steady income, I think he’d like to explore a lot of things with toys. Primarily restraints and plugs and spanking implements to be used on him. He would probably get jealous of his partner using toys when his tongue and fingers are right there. (Is that good? Not really. Is it Rolan behaviour?… yes. Lmao)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not at all at the start - he’s way too desperate. After a while, he likes to try it on, but only so that his partner will either pin him down or tell him to shut up before they fuck him harder.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very fucking loud. He already has a pretty loud, carrying voice… and he’s so easily to overwhelm that there is absolutely no shutting him up. Whimpering, moaning, shouting - he just needs to let those feelings out (for once in his goddamn life).

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ok well… I love the idea of Rolan’s ears being INCREDIBLY sensitive, to the point of overwhelming him.

I also think that being called Archmage or Master whilst being absolutely, relentlessly put in his place gets him off like nothing else. Oh, you are a powerful wizard, Master Rolan… and also a pathetic little slut who happens to be drooling everywhere.

Finally, I love the idea of him studying sex just as assiduously as magic to please his partner… but being embarrassed and hiding it. Anal training or practising oral techniques or whatever. He’s going to practise, and then absolutely deny having done so, insisting it is simply natural talent.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Has a big dick (though nothing wild) and gets hard very easily, much to his embarrassment. I personally think that he has ridges at the base of his dick, that someone riding it could grind against - but I don’t think he has them on his dick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. Oh my god, he’s had years without it. Once he lets himself feel that need again, he has a lot of lost time to make up for.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I imagine Rolan usually falling asleep very quickly afterwards, because he likes very intense fucking and uses up all his energy. And that man needs some goddamn sleep anyway; he’s probably up reading magic books til late on the nights he’s not getting railed. And sleepy Rolan is So! Fucking! Cute! Case closed, baby.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Click My Heels But I Am Stuck Here - Chapter Nine

Pairing: Rolan x Tav

Work Summary:

Rolan is battered, beaten and exhausted. After everything he’s been through to get to Baldur’s Gate, he still has no reprieve from violence and prejudice.

But wouldn’t it just be so sweet to fuck his master’s pretty little wife?

AU where Tav is Lorroakan’s wife.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Epilogue

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3962

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Notes:

final chapter! stay tuned for the epilogue, should hopefully be up this week. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.

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When Geraldus had run into the refugee camp, telling Cal and Lia to come quickly and bring their things, Lia hadn’t expected this. Ramazith’s tower belonged to Tav and Rolan now. They had a home, finally.

Rolan had offered his siblings their choice of bedrooms. Every single one of them was larger than any of their rooms back home. No more sleeping in tents.

It hadn’t taken Lia long to unpack her belongings. Between the fall of Elturel and months on the road, everything she owned could fit into a rucksack.

She chose a bedroom with its own small balcony that overlooked the city. Cal took the one right next door, although there were plenty of other options. She had to admit that it felt good to have him close. She needed to know he was safe. Perhaps a few months down the line, they would be squabbling and getting in each other’s way, but right now, she was grateful.

The sun was just setting when she stepped out into the hallway. The tower’s ceilings were incredibly high. Lia wondered how they dealt with cobwebs. Magic, probably.

Ramazith’s tower was so large that she was afraid she might get lost, but she really wanted to explore all the same. She wandered in the general direction that she’d come from, poking her head into any room with an open door.

There were a lot of magical artifacts. Rolan had warned her not to touch anything until he was sure it was safe, but she had to admit she was tempted. It would surely take him months, if not years, to catalogue everything here.

She slipped into a room. It was dark and dusty inside. As far as she could tell, it was a disused office or study, but it was admittedly hard to tell, as a lot of random items appeared to have been stored here.

She dragged her fingertip across the desk, taking off a thick layer of dust and revealing the mahogany underneath. Behind her, something creaked.

The last year of her life had sharpened her senses and her reactions, so she spun on the spot, but there was no need to fear. Tav’s cat, Myshka, was sitting in the doorway, his bright blue eyes fixed on Lia. His tail flicked from side to side, seemingly agitated.

“Are you going to tell on me?” she asked him. He stared back, uncomprehending.

Distantly, she heard Tav’s voice calling out, “Myshka?”

The cat didn’t move. It was watching Lia. Nervous, she took a step towards him, and he stood up. Once he seemed certain that she was following him, he walked out into the hallway. She stepped out behind him, leaving the door ajar, just as Tav rounded the corner.

“Oh, there you are,” she said, looking at Myshka. The cat meowed and sprinted towards her. She opened her arms and he leapt into them. She hugged him to her chest and then turned to Lia. “Are you alright? You look out of sorts.”

Lia swallowed. After everything she had been through, it was hard to turn off the part of her brain that told her she was in danger.

Tav was no danger to her. By all accounts, she was a kind and gentle woman. A kind and gentle woman who had just murdered her own husband.

Lia shook her head slightly. Lorroakan was a monster. Tav had done the world a favour when she’d stabbed him through the heart.

“I’m fine,” said Lia. “Just… looking around.”

Myshka meowed, and Tav stroked his head. “Don’t mind Myshka,” she said. “He has trust issues. Feed him some meat and he’ll warm right up to you.”

“Right…”

“Are you hungry? Rolan has an Unseen Servant working in the kitchen. I’m sure it could whip us up something.”

“I am. Very hungry, actually.” Hot meals were few and far between at the refugee camp. She wasn’t sure that she’d truly felt full since the time the four of them had met at the Elfsong.

“Come with me, I’ll show you to the kitchen.”

Tav filled the silence as they walked together, half with comments to Lia and half mumbled baby talk to Myshka, who was still lounging in her arms.

Apparently, Tav was very glad to have the use of the Unseen Servant. When Lorroakan was alive, she had done most of the chores herself, but Rolan had promised her that that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“What are you hungry for?” she asked as she opened the door into the kitchen. “We have a very well-stocked pantry.”

“Something hot. And filling.”

Tav grinned at her. “I’m sure we can rustle something like that up. I personally have a hankering for a beef stew. Does that sound good?”

Lia’s stomach rumbled. “That sounds amazing.”

She waited as Tav relayed her instructions to the Unseen Servant. As soon as she was done, she said, “Come, let’s go and sit in the dining room.”

The dining room was just as grand and palatial as she’d expected. There was a huge, throne-like chair at the head of the table, but Tav just pushed it out of the way to put a more modest chair in that spot. Myshka leapt from her arms and settled himself down on the throne.

“We’re going to need to get a lot of new furniture,” she said. “I’m not sitting like a pretty little ornament at a man’s side ever again, even if it is a man I love this time.”

“Are you talking about Rolan or Myshka?” asked Lia with a wry smile.

“Both of them.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“Oh! Wine! That’s what we’re missing. Take a seat, I’ll be right back.”

Feeling awkward, Lia sat down in the seat beside the head of the table. As promised, Tav was back a moment later with a bottle of wine and several goblets.

“Red?”

“Yes please.”

Lia watched Tav’s face as she poured the wine. For a split second, she caught a slight tremor in her hands. Tav was nervous. Her frenetic talkativeness made that clear.  That, conversely, put Lia more at ease.

“I hope that this goes without saying,” said Tav, “But please help yourself to anything in the pantry. This is your home now too, after all.”

“Thank you. I really don’t have words for how grateful I am.”

Tav chuckled awkwardly and took a sip of her wine. “I don’t need gratitude. It was enough seeing the look on Rolan’s face when you arrived. He really loves you and Cal.”

“We really love him too.”

The wine made conversation a little easier. Tav settled into the seat opposite Lia’s, and they chatted until two bowls of stew floated out of the kitchen towards them.

It was piping hot, with rich chunks of meat and dumplings floating in it. Lia tried to be polite, but she was ravenous. Tav had barely eaten half of hers by the time Lia had finished. Still, Tav called for the Unseen Servant to bring her another bowl.

Lia might’ve been embarrassed but Tav was good humoured about it. After months of too-small-portions and whatever scraps that Cal and Lia could scavenge or buy for themselves, this was heavenly.

“We should go back to the Elfsong sometime,” said Tav. “Now that I have no one to stop me.” There was a sad look in her eye that was gone almost as soon as it arrived. She turned and grinned at Lia. “Maybe Cal can invite Geraldus.”

Lia stifled a laugh. “I’ll see if I can persuade him. I’m sure he’d-”

She was interrupted by the door to the hallway opening. Standing in the doorway was a human man that Lia didn’t recognise. He was middle-aged, fairly short, with greying, dark brown hair.

“Tavya,” he said, and Tav was on her feet at once, upending her bowl of stew. Lia jumped to her feet to avoid the splashback.

“What are you doing here?” There was a tremor in Tav’s tone. Whether it was from anger or fear, Lia couldn’t tell.

“I heard what happened to Lorroakan,” said the man, stepping towards Tav, who took a step back. “You’re not safe here.” His eyes darted to Lia. “If he’s willing to kill Lorroakan, imagine what he would do to you.”

“He?”

“That bloody hellspawn that moved into Lorroakan’s tower and murdered him!”

Lia tensed. She was no stranger to slurs being thrown her way, but after the delicious food and good conversation, this was giving her emotional whiplash. Her hands curled into fists.

“Don’t call him that!” Tav snarled. “And for your information, Rolan didn’t kill Lorroakan. I did.”

The man faltered. “Tavya, please, don’t say such things. I’m trying to help you.”

“You’ve never given a damn about me, father, or else you wouldn’t have sold me to Lorroakan.”

Everything clicked into place. Tavya had mentioned her father while they were at the Elfsong, but hadn’t gone into detail. There wasn’t much family resemblance, but they did have the same dark brown eyes.

“You never cared about my safety when Lorroakan was beating and raping me.” Her tone was chilling. Lia had gathered that her marriage to Lorroakan had not been a happy one, but she hadn’t known the full extent of his abuse. She looked at Tav sympathetically, but Tav’s attention was fixed on her father, eyes ablaze. “I begged you for your help then, and you refused me. What kind of father does that? You left me to rot with that monster! You’re not my father! I hate you even more than I hated him!”

Angry tears were rolling down Tav’s cheeks now. Her shouts must’ve echoed through the halls, because a moment later, Rolan appeared at the door, looking out of breath. His gazed homed in on Tav’s father immediately.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, incredulous. “How did you get in?”

“Through the front door,” said the man. “It wasn’t locked.”

“There are supposed to be wards up to stop people from getting in without permission.” Rolan sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I suppose they died with Lorroakan. I’ll have to get started on putting them back up.”

“Look at you,” said Tav’s father, glaring at Rolan. “Lording about the place already, when your master’s body is barely cold.”

Rolan opened his mouth to speak, but Tav was already crossing the distance between them. She slapped her father hard across the face, the resounding smack echoing throughout the high-ceilinged room.

Her father blinked at her, cheek reddening. “You insolent little whore,” he said, “I ought to-” He raised his hand, but Rolan cast Hold Person on him before he could do anything else.

“I ought to kill you.” She let out a hollow laugh, staring at her father’s frozen face. “But there has been enough bloodshed today. This is your one warning. As soon as Rolan releases you, you’re going to leave this tower. If you try anything, I’ll kill you the way I killed Lorroakan. With a knife to the heart.” She reached out to Rolan, and he took her hand. “Rolan is a far stronger wizard than Lorroakan ever was. So I advise that you walk away and never come back here. Is that understood?”

Her father stared back at her, unable to speak.

“And if you ever try to make trouble for me and mine again, I will make sure you pay for it. Because I’m not alone anymore. Not like I was when you sold me into this life. I have powerful friends now.”

She gave Rolan a small nod, and he released the spell. Tav’s father stumbled forward, clutching his chest. He looked up at Tav desperately, but didn’t move.

“You can leave through the front door, or through the window. Your choice,” she said.

Begrudgingly, he turned to walk away.

“I’ll see you out,” said Rolan. “I need to put up those wards anyway.” He squeezed Tav’s hand and then let her go, following her father from the room.

And then Lia and Tav were alone again. Tav let out a soft laugh that turned into a sob.

“Are you alright?” asked Lia.

“I need more wine.”

*

Later that evening found Rolan, Tav, Cal and Lia on the dining room’s balcony. It was large enough for several benches around a low table. The balcony itself overlooked the city, and beyond it, the Chionthar. In the distance, they could see the domed roof of Sorcerous Sundries.

Tav was sharing a bench with Rolan. She let her head fall onto his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. Rolan put his arm around her, ignoring the stares of his siblings.

“It’s been a long day,” said Cal. “Perhaps we should all get some rest?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” said Tav sleepily. “I killed my husband today.” Surprised at her bluntness, Lia laughed. Tav was evidently still adjusting to this new situation. “But yes, you’re right. I should go to bed.”

She got to her feet, pulling her hair back into a loose bun as she did so. She looked at Rolan, who was sitting awkwardly, unsure if he should follow.

“You wanna come with me?” she asked, a shy smile on her face.

“Of course.”

It was what he’d been hoping for. He hadn’t wanted to assume that she’d be happy to share her bed with him. Perhaps after Lorroakan she might want to be alone. But she reached out her hand to him, and he took it.

He bid goodnight to his siblings, and then the two of them made their way down the corridors to Tav’s room.

Once they crossed the threshold of the room, Tav wasted no time in getting undressed. The door had barely closed behind them before she threw herself at him, her bare body pressed against his clothed one.

“Zurgan, Tav,” he cursed as her hands fumbled with the fastenings of his robe. “There’s no rush.”

“Not for you, maybe,” she said. “But if you’re not inside me in thirty seconds I swear I’m going to cry.”

He chuckled as she grew frustrated with the amount of clothing he was wearing, and instead opted to grab his hand and guide it between her thighs.

He spread her lower lips with his fingers, feeling the wetness there. Her eyes fell shut, and she leant against him, letting him support the weight of her body.

Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he leant down and kissed her rounded ear.

“We have time, my love,” he murmured. She shivered at the feeling of his hot breath against her ear.

“I know we do,” she said, softly. “But for the first time in my life I’m actually getting what I want. It’s intoxicating. I want you so bad.”

With the hand that wasn’t playing with her pussy, he swiped a fingertip between the cheeks of her arse, relishing the high-pitched squeak she let out as he did.

“Go lie down, love,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

These were the moments he really cherished. As he stripped off his own clothes, he watched her make herself comfortable on the bed. Her pale skin was smattered with freckles, and he wanted to map every one of them with his tongue.

He took his time with her, the way he’d never had the opportunity to before. Taking her foot into his hand, he laid a kiss on the inside of her ankle, and then further down her calf. As he reached her knee, she grabbed at his horn, but he ignored her urgings, moving instead to her other ankle.

Slowly, he moved himself between her legs. His hands smoothed over the muscles of her thighs, rubbing out the tension in them. As he worked on them, he listened to her breathing slow and her body grow more lax.

“Are you falling asleep??” he asked, pressing teasing kisses to her thighs.

“Noooo,” she said sleepily.

“I can stop, if you’d like.”

“Don’t you dare!” She sat up on her elbows. Her hair had come loose again, falling in messy curls around her shoulders. She looked like a goddess like this, illuminated by the warm lamplight. How could he possibly deny her anything she wanted?

When his mouth found her cunt, she let out a soft sigh of relief. She spread her legs for him, one hand on his horn to keep him in place.

“You’re good at that,” she said serenely, her free hand coming up to play with her own nipple.

“Practice makes perfect,” he said. “And I’m having a lot of fun striving for perfection with you.”

In truth, Rolan was sure that he was clumsy and inexperienced, but he was still probably better than anyone Tav had been with before. It was nice to be praised, in any case. He would happily spend the rest of his life learning what made her whimper and moan, if she let him.

His thumb, which had been lazily rubbing her clit, sped up, and she started to breathe harder, her legs moving to wrap around him. He kept up the pace, holding her thighs open with a firm hand, and in moments, she was cumming, her back arching off the bed.

He would’ve been happy to keep going, but she was pushing him back, so he pulled away. She didn’t let him go far. She dragged him down for a kiss again, chasing the taste of herself on his lips.

With gentle but insistent tugs, she manoeuvred him around so that he was now lying back against the pillows. She couldn’t manhandle him the way he could her, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try.

His cock was achingly hard where it lay against his stomach. She straddled his waist, her pussy hot and wet against his skin.

There was a fond smile on her face. She brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen from his bun, tucking it behind his ear.

“Hi,” she said.

He chuckled. “Hi.”

And then she grasped his cock with one hand, lining it up with her entrance. As she slid down onto him, a fire sparked inside him, and he grabbed her hips to help her down the rest of the way, gentle but firm. She was so wet that she sank down easily until he was buried inside her up to the hilt.

“Fuck, Rolan,” she said breathlessly. “I’m still not used to how big you are.”

“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all.

She splayed her hands across his chest as she started to move. Her fingers stroked the ridged skin there, making him shiver. His hands on her hips kept her steady, but didn’t push. He wanted her to set the pace.

Her breasts bounced with every flex of her hips and thighs, and suddenly her body felt like a feast and Rolan didn’t know what to taste first. His right hand smoothed up her thigh while his left grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple.

She keened, bracing herself on his chest, and he felt her clench around him. The first time they’d fucked, that might’ve been the end of it for him, but he was more practised now, and wasn’t ready for this to be over.

She rode him through her orgasm, and he met her in the middle, thrusting up into her. Her thumbs came up to tweak his nipples, and he gasped, a bolt of pleasure running through him.

Her head was thrown back, moaning every time she bounced on his cock. He slipped his hand between them, brushing over her clit and trying to draw her into another orgasm.

This time, when she came, she collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard. That was fine. He didn’t mind having to work for his pleasure.

His hands went back to her hips as he thrust into her, spearing her on his ridged cock. He knew now how to hit the spots inside her that made her keen. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his chest, gasping his name.

“Come for me, Rolan. Please, come inside me,” she whimpered.

And once again, how could he deny her anything she wanted?

His orgasm hit him hard, his balls squeezing as he emptied himself inside her. Her mouth was on his neck, her teeth scraping against his skin, and all he could do was cling to her as he rode out the aftershocks.

When he was done, she leant forward, letting him slip out of her. They were face to face now. She was smiling at him, a warm tingle ignited in his gut. She dropped a chaste kiss onto his lips and then rolled off him.

It was strange. For the first time, there was no rush to bathe or redress. There was no fear of being caught. There was no looming spectre of Lorroakan to ruin the afterglow. Rolan almost didn’t know what to do with himself.

“I think we should burn this bed,” said Tav. He looked at her, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on some point on the ceiling. “And the curtains. Most things in this room, honestly. I don’t want to be reminded of him.”

“We can start fresh,” said Rolan. “We have access to all of Lorroakan’s money now. We can redecorate however you want.”

“Well…” Tav turned to him now, her shy gaze meeting his. “I was hoping you’d have some input. This is your room now too.”

Rolan swallowed, his throat feeling dry. That was a lovely thought, but he had to be sure of something before he let himself indulge in it.

“Tav…” he said. Her eyes were fixed on him, wide and curious. “I just wanted to say… It doesn’t have to be my room, if you don’t want that. I don’t want you to feel pressured to share your life with me, especially not so soon after Lorroakan.”

 “Oh,” she said. She sat up, pulling the blanket with her so that it covered her breasts. “That’s… I mean… You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to. There are plenty of spare rooms.” He watched her pull her hair into a loose bun, not looking at him.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said softly. He sat up too, putting his arms around her. As he kissed her cheek, she relaxed into him again. “I love you. I want to be with you. But I also want you to know that it’s okay if you don’t want the same thing.”

His throat felt tight. In truth, he would be devastated if she pushed him away now, but he wanted her to know that he’d support her even if she did.  

“Rolan…” She let out a quiet sob. “I love you too.”

“I know you do,” he said, pulling her into a proper hug. She turned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“This is all so confusing,” she said. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never really made my own decisions before. But I do know that I want you to stay with me tonight.”

“Then I’ll be here tonight. And tomorrow night, if you still want me then. Let’s take this slow. One step at a time. If at any point, you need space, or time, I will give it to you. I don’t think I could deny you of anything.”

Fiercely, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He let her lead him, holding her against him. Her arms were so tightly wrapped around his neck that he almost couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. She was here. They were here together.

Next Chapter

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Breaking the Tyrant's Pride - Gortash x Tav Short

Tav is considering Gortash's offer of an alliance, and decides to see just how tough the self-titled Archduke of Baldur's Gate really is behind closed doors... It seems Gortash might have underestimated the "simple adventurer" that he had hoped to manipulate into doing his bidding.

Sub!Gortash as a request/gift for another favoured friend who deserves a little Gort-treat~ 993 Words

Click Here for AO3 Version Pairing: Gortash x Tav SPICE Rating: 4/5  Content Warnings and Tags: Power play, mild neck grab (no choking), rough sex, rough oral sex, bondage,

Spoilers Barely anything. Vague reference to Gortash's offer in early Act 3 Canon Compliance Canon? You want canon in your pure sub!Gortash smut? There was no room for that, this is just the hot stuff~ Other Notes Not much to say on this one beyond "enjoy"~ This is a random m!Tav rather than my usual Tav too. Oh and this is all fully consenting, I make vague mention that they have a safe signal.

Song Pairing Deny Me by Soil Click Here to open the same song on Youtube "Tell me does your pride bleed When you see me succeed Is that the gist of your story Now you had best get used to it Cause I ain't about to quit And I'm just now getting started Shame me, claim me or decieve me You grow sick every time you hear me say believe me"

Smut below the cut~ --- ---

There were deep claw marks across the desk, the first memento Tav made certain would remind Gortash exactly who he was dealing with every time he shuffled the papers now scattered across the floor. The supposed Lord was on his knees now, exactly where he had been put, with his wrists lashed to his ankles and his mouth far too busy to make any more bargains. 

Tav hadn’t even made any kind of agreement with him - Lord Enver Gortash was simply so pompous he had taken their conversation as a trade. “Do everything I say for one night and I’ll think about it.” Clearly the Archduke of Baldur’s Gate was far too ready to debase himself to consider that ‘thinking about an alliance’ did not mean agreeing to it. 

All Tav could think about now though was how good the man looked on the floor, eyes watering, cheeks flush with arousal and throat tightening as his own hands gripped the shock of black hair atop Gortash’s head. Power and pride, brought down to an obedient whimper as he fucked the lord’s throat with little consideration for anything beyond the pleasure of the act. 

Emboldened by the lack of signal that would bring their agreement to a halt, he pressed his foot against Gortash’s own aching arousal. Another moan vibrated along Enver’s tongue - he wanted more, and the feeling was certainly mutual. His boot pressed down harder. The moan grew louder.

Tav contemplated for a moment whether to coat the Lord’s throat there and then, to sate his own lust in the tyrant’s mouth and watch him take it all with the greed he could see in Gortash’s eyes. He was almost begging for it…but only almost. And almost begging was just not good enough to sate his need.  

He pulled out, leaning down before that silver tongue could begin spinning more lies and took hold of Gortash’s chin in one hand. The other hand reached over, taking the dagger from the desk and cutting the ropes that bound the Lord’s ankles but leaving his wrists secure. “Now. On your feet.” 

There was a momentary flash of disobedience, yet it melted away when his grip dug harder against his jaw. Gortash struggled, leaning slightly against Tav’s hand as he tried to balance without his arms. Of course, not having a steady footing made it so much easier to turn the tyrant around and shove him against the desk.

Gortash folded over, air rushing from his lungs as his chest was pressed down firmly by Tav’s hand on his back. Tav kicked at his ankles, encouraging his legs to a wider stance. Vulnerable. Waiting. Willingly compliant.

The man on the desk, bent and quivering with need, completely bared and easily spread further with careful hands. However, there was something unexpected…

“Do you always walk around with a plug? Are you that desperate to be bent over your desk and fucked that you make sure you’re always ready?” Tav almost laughed at the absurdity as he grasped the base of the gold plated trinket and began to move it back and forth, mildly impressed by the ease with which it slid in and out of Enver’s delightfully tight-

“That’s none of your business.” Gortash snapped, yelping a moment later as Tav thrust the toy a little harder and took a firm grip of the soft flesh of his hip.

“I don’t particularly care either way, but I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.” Tav leaned forward again, briefly biting down on the tyrant’s shoulder and earning a pleased hiss from the pain. “If you must run your mouth, then tell me what you want. Ask for it. Beg for it, and I might give it to you.”  To further make the point, he withdrew the toy completely, tossing it to one side. Which left only one option.

“I didn’t take you for a coward.” The insult sounded more like a complaint, the hint of need colouring his voice with lust. 

“I can wait here all night.” Tav pressed his tip to Gortash’s entrance, smirking to himself as he felt it twitch.

Enver writhed against the rope holding his wrists, stopping only when Tav’s hand gripped the back of his neck to press his face harder against the desk. “Fine.” 

“Your words, little Lord. What happened to that silver tongue of yours and all those pretty promises you made?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Hmmm not quite, try again.”

“Fuck me.”  “Hah! Better.” Tav pressed his hips forwards, achingly slowly. Gortash was perfectly prepared, tight yet warm and slick with oil that had been held by the plug that was now discarded somewhere on the floor. 

“Fuck me, don’t just-” 

Tav slammed in the last few inches and stole the breath from Gortash’s lungs. “You were saying?” 

“Fuuuuuck-” Down to just a single word, Enver moaned in a long and satisfied sigh. 

“Well, if you insist.”

Tav began at a reasonable pace, getting used to the feel of the man beneath him, alternating between biting, slapping, and holding him with a bruising grip on soft flesh that quivered in his fingers. He listened to every noise, holding back to prevent either of them reaching a conclusion to their pleasure, slamming in harder every time Gortash regained his senses. 

Half an hour later, Enver’s legs were shaking, his body drenched in sweat, breath ragged. 

An hour after that, he was writhing against the bonds, body bruised and burned from the friction of the rug on the floor and the hard stone of the wall he was pressed against. 

Another hour and all that was left of Archduke Enver Gortash and his pride was a whimpering mess, begging for release, his voice echoing from the walls of his office as he finally shattered, completely filled and claimed by the very adventurer he had thought to manipulate.

Tav grinned as he leaned close to Gortash’s ear and growled. “It’s not morning yet.”

--- --- ENDING NOTES --- --- Alright fine I admit it, I am enjoying all flavours of Gortash, but breaking him into a complete mess is just so much more fun~ I also only wanted to write something half this length but...it wasn't done. I still count under 1,000 words as a short little snacky treat by my standards~

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One-Shot: Diagnosis: Big Dumb Crush

Inspired by this text post from @xxthis-is-ckxx

Text post here

I do commissions =P

Tags: Wattane, crushes, fluff, octavio is kind of dumb, ajay might regret this

Words: 1208, the cut is to save your dash lmao

She knew he was behind him, fidgeting, drumming his fingers against his thighs. Not because she had some kind of third sense regarding Octavio from years of his shit, but because his legs were metal, and the floor was metal, so it was kind of like having a metallic grasshopper behind her. Except the sound was more like a washing machine, so, hm, not a grasshopper at all. Where did I get grasshopper? Do I actually not like those? Was she mixing up her like of crickets with a hatred for grasshoppers? Was there really a difference between the two?

The drumming behind her got faster.

Oh, right. She half-turned, at which point he stilled all movement. She propped her hand on her chin, setting down her tools, Doc beeping curiously. “What’s up, Tav?”

“I think I’m sick.”

She sighed, pointing to her spinning chair. He flew into it, spinning so fast she was afraid he’d break it again. The chair persevered, though Octavio looked like he might not. He was almost literally green.

“What are your symptoms, brotha?” She stood, pulling on gloves with practiced agility, letting them snap at the end, just to make him jump. Then she started looking in his ears while he was talking.

“Okay so, like, it’s-okay it’s gonna sound weird amiga but every time I get near Natalie I get like, weird feelings.”

She raised a brow, pausing to check his mouth-clear-and then get to his blood pressure. “Elaborate.”

“Well like, my palms get really sweaty, but also like, clammy, and my face gets super hot and red like that time at band camp with the ghost peppers and my stomach just gets all queasy and it’s starting to make playing really hard, man, like so hard. Like, I’m also getting really distracted all the time? I’m missing shots, it’s just so bad, it’s embarrassing. And I’ve looked for common denominators like you told me to and I know it sounds crazy but the only one I can find is her!” This came pouring out at an inhuman speed, only to stop on a dime. She followed his eyes, realizing he’d been staring the whole time. Natalie, sitting across from Caustic’s desk in his dorm, gesturing to her pylon that was spinning, but inactivated. Caustic watched with obvious interest, nodding at whatever she was saying.

Ajay took out her stethoscope and placed it over his heart. She chuckled to herself, rolling her equipment back up and putting it away. Octavio was still staring, looking concerned. His curls were even more of a mess than usual, he’d been pulling on them. “Octavio.”

His head snapped in her direction. He looked so concerned, like a puppy, she almost hated to do it. Almost. She put her hands firmly on his shoulders. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

He blubbered hard enough to rival Mirage until she grabbed his face, looking him in the eye. “You have a crush on her.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yah-huh. And as your doctor, I prescribe you to grow a pair and ask her out.”

He squeaked, gripping his throat. “What!”

“Ask her out. Grow some balls, ask her out.”

“I-I can’t just, I mean, can’t you just give me drugs? It has to be a cold or something.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

He inhaled sharply. “You’re a shit doctor. Medic. Whatever.”

She rolled her eyes, raising her hand to jab him, but she stopped herself. Damn it all, Tavi was really torn up about it. He’d dated a couple times in the past, but that had been, hell, high school? Maybe that one semester of college he went to before dropping out? Maybe she should try the “when Tavi isn’t being completely stupid” method. “Fuck off, dude. What are you so torn up about?”

“I just think I’m-“

“No, no, with her.” She sat down on her bed, pulling the swivel stool over, a shelf of medical supplies and knickknacks giving the illusion of privacy. “I’m serious.”

He was quiet for a moment, wringing his hands. She knew he was biting his cheek too, that the inside was probably a gnarled bloody mess. “I, it’s just, you know.”

“Nah Tavi, I actually don’t.”

He sighed, placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, swinging the stool side to side. “It’s just, it never works out. I can’t change what I do, you know that better than anybody. But uh, jumping off cliffs for fun isn’t exactly everybody’s ideal like, thing in a partner. People panic and stuff.”

She frowned. “Is that what actually happened with Adam?”

“And Abigail and Sam.” He was staring at his feet. “Kinda gave up after that. It’s whatever, you know? I’m always up for it, but was kind of ignoring anything serious. But Natalie is…is way smarter than me and really pretty and she laughs and it’s really cute and man I am totally gone, aren’t I?”

“Oh, completely, totally.” She nodded. “Obliterated.”

“Fuck.” He flopped back against the shelves of things, rattling them. “I just don’t wanna screw it up, bro. We’re friends, and if she’s not cool with, you know, me being me? Then I’m down someone that’s a cool friend too.”

Ajay bit her lip, thinking a moment. “I don’t think you would be. Down a friend, I mean.”

He furrowed his brows. “Really?”

“Really. For one, it’s Natalie. Two, her not being cool with being in a relationship with someone that’s batshit insane doesn’t mean she can’t still be friends with someone who is. Just ask her on a date and bring it up the first date. That’s it. You’ll know if it won’t work out, and you’ll know if it more than likely will. Y’know?”

He gripped one arm, digging his nails into the flesh, then breathed deeply. He slowly slipped off the stool, frown lines deep in his face as he glanced at her through the shelves. He exhaled. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He pursed his lips. “Alright. But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming you.”

She gave a loose salute. “Sure, dude.”

He went back to his room, glancing at Natalie as he sat down. Ajay could tell he wasn’t paying attention to his games at all. When Natalie finally left Caustic and headed down the hall toward her room, Octavio called out and ran after. And Ajay crossed her fingers. And her toes, too, just in case.

The next day at lunch he walked toward her table looking dazed. Her first thought was oh no, that it had gone horribly wrong. But when he reached her he suddenly grinned, placing his hands on her shoulders. “We went out last night. I did what you said, about the batshit crazy stuff.”

“And?”

He shook her, grin widening. “She asked me if she could take apart one of my jump pads and see if an electronic pulse would make me bounce higher.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no.”

He started bouncing from foot to foot, a rhythmic banging on the metal floor. “Oh yes!” He kissed her cheek and pulled her into a rib crushing hug. “You’re brilliant, amiga!”

Ajay flopped her head against his shoulder, sighing, smiling just a titch. “What have I done?”