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wankaworm.bsky.social
Hmmm hmmm maybe this? because its got some of my favorite tropes: noncon, murder, incest, hurt/comfort, men crying, pretty boys. Yeah yeah it's got to be this!

archiveofourown.org/works/519544...

#bg3 #bg3writing #bg3rolan #lorrolan #mywriting #fanfiction
Preview of fic “No,” Lorroakan snarled, watching him with cold eyes. “No magic, you haven’t earned it.” Rolan paled, as much as he could, swallowing. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t even spit on his fingers to wet them, there was nothing there. So he pressed his dry finger to his dry hole and he bit back hatred and tears and pain as he forced it inside. His claw scraped at the tissues as he worked his way in, back and forth. His cock was a long and narrow arrow on his bruised stomach and it didn’t even twitch as he forced his finger in and out to the first knuckle. Lorroakan removed his outer robe and took it to the wardrobe, hanging it. He was giving Rolan extra time, moving slowly. But that didn’t mean that Rolan could relax. He needed to relax, he needed to get his finger inside of him. A tear slipped out, ran down his temple and into his hair, as he pressed and pressed, using strength to get his finger in to the next knuckle. Then he slid it out and back in, though that was just as hard as getting it in the first time, the dry tissue trying to cling to him. He grit his teeth. He thought sex was supposed to feel good, he had never found it in himself, more an abstract curiosity that ended in a sticky mess, more a relief than a pleasure. This didn’t even have that bit of promise attached to it. It was just painful. His claw scraped against his prostate and his hips jolted. That earned a small smirk from his master. He wanted that, wanted a little bit of pride in Lorroakan, for him to like what he was doing, so he pressed into that spot. It felt good, to touch there, though it was difficult from the angle and the dryness. His cock finally twitched on his stomach, just a little flex, but it was something. He pet that spot and the pleasure began to grow, there was something good about it. He pushed passed it, finally managing a full finger inside of himself by the time Lorroakan’s under robe was hung and his bracers set in their case. Rolan opened his eyes and jolted. Cal was so close to him, suddenly, having moved so quietly that he hadn’t heard him in his inebriation. Cal had taken his hand away in order to come closer and now he was propped up on the armrest of the throne, his hands hovering over the metal mantle. “Can I take this off?” Cal asked. Even with all the wine, Rolan’s tongue was dry. He nodded. Cal unlatched it at the back and the hidden hinges on the side opened for the heavy piece to slide off of Rolan’s shoulders. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do without that pressure on him, that comforting weight. He rubbed at his robes, uncertain if he was supposed to take that off too. But Cal’s hands were on his shoulders, one on his shoulders, one on his jaw, he was leading Rolan, bringing him in to rest his cheek on Cal’s dirty trousers, and then his hand was in Rolan’s hair, brushing the leather from the ponytail so that he could pet through it more easily. The gentleness made Rolan’s mouth pull and a sob catch in his throat. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be needy. He didn’t want to be vulnerable. The wine made his emotions loosen. He sobbed, loud and ugly, into his little brother’s leg and all he got for it was tender care. Lia perched on the other arm and she worked over his back and shoulders, hands careful and strong. They worked at the knots in his back and both of them paid attention for any pains that he would hide. The mantle had made his muscle tense heavily and the stress had made that tension into knots. They worked together to undo those knots until Rolan was all cried out and flaccid, his body loose and his head foggy with mucous and love on top of the alcohol. “Thank you, Rolan, for telling us,” Cal said, his words as sweet as the rest of him. Rolan wrapped his arms around Cal’s waist. “What do you bet that bastard had the nicest bathtub in this joint?” Lia wondered, “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
March 26, 2025 at 6:45 AM
meryastarte.bsky.social
"Kidnapped from his tower"
#rolan #lorroakan #lorrolan
February 18, 2025 at 5:10 PM
wankaworm.bsky.social
I got paired with @jeejastea.bsky.social for the #villaintines big bang! It was such a fun project and I was so lucky to get to work on something for one of my nasty little ship!

archiveofourown.org/works/63014494

#bg3 #bg3nsfw #bg3art #bg3event #lorrolan #rolorroakan #lorroakan #rolan #fanart
A fully colored illustration of Rolan, smiling to himself as he writes a letter to Lia and Cal, a branch next to him. Hoisted up in the air next to him in a nude Lorroakan, held in place by six mage hands. He is wearing a cock ring and anal plug and his feet are bright red from being beaten with the branch.
February 14, 2025 at 6:56 PM
cielsosinfel.bsky.social
coming home after a verry very very long (but good!) day to see that the author of a really hot lorrolan fic added a second part... peace on earth is possible
March 16, 2024 at 2:19 AM
cielsosinfel.bsky.social
ALERT ALERT NEW LORROLAN NONCON

archiveofourown.org/works/53809963

and now I'm going to bed
February 17, 2024 at 11:57 AM
cielsosinfel.bsky.social
HIS EXTRA RIDGED DEVIL DICK THAT IS LITERALLY BURNING HOT... also there was a lorrolan fic where the base of the horns where skin overlaps were erogenous zones and i NEED tavdurge or SOMEONE to accidentally brush against that spot on raph's and he lets out the most unprepared, undignified moan
January 19, 2024 at 2:53 PM