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could you elaborate on that wyll turn om your wrote? pretty please? 👉👈

being a wyll fan is literally looksmaxxing.

nsfw under da cut!! My Wyll bias is sooo gnarly i could write a book about him he's sooo handsome.

You were hobbiling towards camp, the sun was already lowering in the sky, not that you had the energy to lift your head up to see the sky and notice. Wyll had your left side and Karlach your right, you were dragging your feet letting the duo mostly carry you.

"I think," Karlach hoists you up a bit, "we should ban the casting of haste on our good friend here for at least 5 days."

"Possibly six." Wyll agrees, squeezing your waist a bit.

"Never again." You turn into him, in favor of Karlach.

"I'm sorry, Gale was hoarding scrolls." Wyll hobbles a bit at the sudden shift of weight but he still helps you along none the less.

"I wasn't hoarding anything!" Gale argues, "don't blame this on me! I'm carrying all the stuff, I've repented!"

You chuckle a bit, "don't be mean to Gale."

"Defending Gale??" Karlach guffaws, "oh god, they're delrious." She hoists you over her shoulder, "Wyll standby, they might need mouth to mouth."

You laugh but reach out for Wyll nonetheless, "Wyll! Get me down!"

You lock eyes for a second with him, not before he gives your body, hoisted upon Karlach's shoulder, a once over . He can see your exposed sides through your armor, the fabric rumpled up so he could even see down to the small of your back. When he looks at your face he can't deny you do look a bit delirious. Your eyelids looked particularly heavy but you were smiling at him sleepy and content.

"Come on, give them to me Karlach you're scaring them." Wyll chuckles a bit and gestures for you.

"I don't know if you can keep this one on a leash." Karlach shakes her head, "what if they really have lost their mind? What if they're a doppelgänger?"

"Is it so odd they would be nice to me?" Gale sounds offended, "I'm shocked, and offended. We really are good friends, the two of us!"

Karlach sets you down on the ground once you can see your camp in the distance and you stumble into Wyll. He steadies you by your waist.

"Alright, be careful." Wyll wraps an arm around you, "Karlach don't shake them around so much next time."

You're laughing, giggling, turning into him. He uses his free hand to rub his face and look anywhere but you. You don't notice the way Karlach snickers but he sure does.

Back at camp the others were already settling in for the night, dinner had been started and everyone was lounging around pretty contentedly given the dire situation you all found yourselves in.

"Let's get you settled down then." Wyll helps you down to lounge against a log by the camp fire. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright." Your head lolls to the side, "exhausted."

"I can imagine." Wyll produces a small flask of water and hands it to you, "have something to drink. I'll get you dinner." He starts to stand, "and try to wash up a bit? I'd hate for you to fall asleep covered in the dirt from today."

You nod lazily with no real intention of heeding his words, you could sleep in your armor right now. When he returns his own armor had been discarded and he had dinner in hand for you, to be fair to pot wasn't far away but you were almost certain you'd be sleeping right against this log tonight.

"Will you be alright if I go help Karlach out with some things?" The way you reach out for his hand makes his stomach flutter nervously. You're looking up at him with tired eyes, your dinner sitting beside you, forgotten.

"You won't stay with me? I need some place more comfortable to lay on." The back of your head is resting against the log you're leaned on. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

'I....will be back for you as soon as everything is sorted." He feels your thumb slide over his knuckles. You're pulling his hand subtly, enough so that he can feel and just take half a step towards you.

"Can't you sort it later?" You pull again and of course he kneels, not before choking back a gasp tinged with equal parts arousal and surprise. When you're closer to eye level he can see the way you fight to keep your head upright, the way it subtly lolls every time your eyelids linger closed. He supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to yield to you. He could lay down right beside you and your would go to him, wrap your arms around him, he could take a deep breath of you and enjoy the feeling of your skin against his. He'd wanted to do nothing more since your initial getting together, but he had difficulties finding the right time for such indulgences given your rather dramatic day to day lives. You seemed to not share his troubles, dusting your fingers over the tattered hem of his shirt and down the short hairs trailing towards his pants. He'd seen you look there before, but in the fleeting moments you spared with him you tended not to linger on it.

"Gods-" He doesn't manage to choke it back this time.

"Wyll," He feels your other hand starting up his arm.

"What are you doing now, I can't-" He's willing all the heat out of his face as your hand closes around the crook of his neck, "what are you doing now?" If you can sense his nervousness you don't mention it.

"Oi! Wyll!" Karlach's voice echos all the way across camp, it makes you jump.

"I'm sorry-" You scrub your face, "I'm tired it's...poor impulse control. Karlach is looking for you."

"Karlach is-" Wyll looks over his shoulder, "I'm....I mean she doesn't...it's not pressing." He clears his throat, "if you..have something you need from me?"

"Wyll!"

"It sounds pressing." You look up at him, "I'll..be here I can't move." You flop backwards and the loss of proximity makes Wyll feel cold. He gets up though, seems to dust himself off before heading in whatever direction Karlach had been screeching from.

He almost feels bad for how little help he is to Karlach. His mind simply can't stop wandering to how you stuck to him. How you'd seemed more than open to showing him all the things you liked about him, and all the places you'd wished to linger. He wondered if he hadn't gotten up would you have started letting your lips wander the way your hands did? Even covered in your conquests for the day he still found you to be incredibly inviting. Had you not been in the middle of camp he would have been happy to lay back and let you touch and mouth all over him, if it's what you wanted. And the way you'd said his name then too, it was just knocking around what felt like an otherwise empty skull. Poor impulse control? Did you think about touching him all the time then? What other impulses would your sleep hazed brain be unable to inhibit if you were alone with him? He was almost too egear to find out.

"You know they're alright?" Karlach seems to take his absent mindedness as worry, "just exhausted. It's gonna be okay."

"I.." Wyll shakes his head, trying to get the various nude images of you to fuck off, "yeah..gods..yeah trust me I know."

She seems to perk up a bit, "well is there something I don't know?"

"No secrets between friends, Karlach." Wyll waves her away as the memory of your sleepy, coy smile creeps back into his mind.

True to your word you don't move, not because you don't want to. You simply felt no desire or motivation to get up and move. You do eat a bit, and chat with Astarion briefly, but then you're alone again contemplating the fire. When Wyll returns your glad to see him for more reason than one.

"Gods, you're still in your armor." He holds his hands out to you and you take them, hoisting yourself up. "Come on, if you needed help cleaning up all you had to do was ask."

"I didn't want to trouble you." You follow him staying close behind as he walks around the edge of camp to the water. You cant resist the temptation to reach out and brush your fingers over the exposed nape of his neck, he falters just barely, but says nothing about it.

"It's no trouble." He sits you on a rock and starts helping you remove your armor. You do notice the way his eyes seem to latch onto each and every inch of your newly exposed skin. "It's an honor."

"An honor?" You laugh a little to try and hide your embarrassment, "come off it."

"It is." He insists, even taking off your boots for you. Once your armor was discarded he takes a damp cloth to your skin. "I'm honored you trust me to have you like this. I hope I'm one of a few."

"More like the only." The cloth feels perfect on your sore skin, red from where your armor chafed against you and dug into you all day. You figured, since he's touching you, you may as well get to touch him. You graze your fingers down his forearms, and over the veins on the back of his hand. Your other hand brushes over the side of his neck and down to his chest pulling just barely on the collar of his shirt.

"You'll never be rid of me if you keep blowing up my ego." Wyll warns you, but he's smiling, his free hand is damp too and pinning your hair off your face.

"I don't want to be rid of you, Wyll." You cast your gaze up to meet his, "I'd like you close, just like this, for the forseeable future. Closer even."

He laughs, "well there will be no protest from me." You feel a wave of warm content wash over you at the sound of his laughter and voice which it makes keeping your eyes open all the harder. You drag your flat palm over his chest, then back up over his shoulder.

"Am I putting you to sleep?" He asks, wringing the cloth over the water.

"It just feels nice." You shake your head, "'s all." He brings the rag to your face, beginning to wipe off the dirt stuck to you there. "And your voice is very soothing."

"Is it?" He seems elated to have you like this, if his grin and the flutter to his voice are any indication.

"And you're very handsome."

"I'm thrilled you think so, I've noticed you've been having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself." You can hear the smile in his voice as he drags the cloth down the cut of your jaw, "but am I handsome enough that you'd consider spending the night with me?"

"I was worried you'd never ask." You manage it through a yawn that puffs your chests and pulls out your collarbones in a way that makes Wyll turn his eyes up to the stars to save his own decency.

"You're always invited. You know it's only a short walk across camp from your spot to mine." He's kneeling between your legs to get the best access to your neck and shoulders which he'd left for last. Your hands were wandering again, just like they had at the fire. One on his stomach and the other running up his arm and shoulder. After a moment he discards the cloth, but let's his hands stay against your skin. When you lean forward he isn't sure what you're going to do, but the way your lips graze over his exposed stomach and down to the hem of his pants was probably closer to the bottom of his list. He can feel your breath against his skin, in deep through your nose and out through barely parted lips.

You lean back again to see him, looking down at you with a mixture of shock and arousal.

"I'm not unwelcome, am I?" Both of your hands are on his arms now, like you were mapping out every part of him you liked, he was almost egar to find where you'd indulge yourself next.

"No, not not..not at all." He shakes his head and you feel his gaze all over your face and neck, almost like he was waiting for permission.

"KIss me." You turn up at the feeling of his hands on your face, he's quick to indulge you, and when he does he feels your hands drag immediately down to his chest and stomach.

"You've never touched me like this before." Wyll chuckles into your lips, "it's all very telling."

"My impulse control." You remind him and he hums, a knowing tone in his voice.

"Well feel free to..never control another impulse of yours again."

"Do you intend to make me wait forever, Wyll? To have you?" You wrap you arms around his shoulders and draw him into you, your lips go easily to his throat and down to his collarbones.

"I will not make you wait a second longer." He rolls over with you, taking you in his lap. He easily discards his shirt and feels you working at his pants which he doesn't protest in the slightest. "Tell me what you want." The feeling of your palms against his chest keep him grounded enough to keep talking to you, otherwise he thinks he'd be somewhere on cloud nine.

"Touch me, Wyll just touch me." He watched your chest rise and fall with shallow sleepy breaths, so content to look that he'd plain forgotten your request for him to touch as well. You guide his hands over your body, one on your chest and the other on your thigh. You kiss him, over his neck and shoulders, his bicep his chest, occasionally biting anywhere that looked particularly supple.

"Oh gods you're being unfair now-" He feels you starting to rut against him, "gods you're so lovely."

You're practically purring for him and he realizes he's hardly done anything but call you lovely, and if it was as easy as that he was happy to continue to indulge you.

"Maybe tiring you out like this isn't a bad thing." He feels your hips starting to to stutter and he figures he'll do you the favor of turning you over and helping you along.

"Should I take this off?" He tugs the last bit of fabric covering you and all you can do is nod and drop your head back. You're grateful he doesn't feel the need to tease you or be cruel, he's touching you immediately, fingers stroking over you with a firm touch. You're arching into him gratefully, all the while still practically groping him.

You can feel his breath heavy against the side of your neck as he dips a finger inside, then another. He holds one of your legs against his chest, the other you spread almost comically apart for him. You were holding your breath, you aren't sure why, maybe you'd forgotten to let it out.

He presses his temple against your leg draped over his chest and shoulder while his eyes scan over your body, "don't hold your breath, just let it all out, let yourself go, I've got you, right here." His fingers curl at the knuckles and true to his word you take in a deep, shuddering breath, your hand scrambling for his wrist.

"Please, Wyll," You squeeze his wrist until he pulls away, "I want you."

"I know you do." He runs his palm flat against your stomach, "can't I just enjoy you a bit first?"

"Please." You turn your head away but buck your hips a bit.

"Okay, okay, you know I can never say no to you." He leans down to your lips and you wrap your legs around him desperately as he pushes in.

"Yeah that's it, wrap your legs around me, just like that pull me in. I want to feel you, close." He's rocking his hips into you, he can feel the rattling breaths your taking in as your chest expands against his. He doesn't mind the not so subtle groping of his arms and chest at all, or the way you bury your face into his neck. The biting was unexpected but he really doesn't mind that either.

"You can bite me, hold onto me, it's okay, whatever you want." Your moans make the side of his neck vibrate underneath your lips as you squeeze your legs around him, pulling him deeper. You feel his chest rumbling against yours as he moans, "oh gods, just like that, pull me in, that's perfect."

If he had any idea what the sound of his voice and the rumbling of his chest were doing for you he was being more than generous with you.

"I love to look at your face like this, you can't even keep your eyes open," he looks down at you, just a few inches between your faces, he uses one arm to hold himself up, the other pulls your leg tighter around him.

You head lolls to the side and he makes a quiet noise, like he's kissing his teeth, "don't move, don't move. I'm right here, it's all yours, I'm all yours, I just want to see you." When you turn your head back to him he grins, "that's it, that's it my love."

Now that you think of it, the grin on his face tells you he more than understands what the sound of his breathless voice does for you. He'd probably always been a devil, even without the horns, they certainly helped.

It didn't take long for you to work yourself up to near hysterics, especially when you found the sort burst of energy to turn over. You were sat on his lap, with unfettered access to his chest and arms, and a perfectly clear sightline to his stomach. You didn't need much to finish after that, and when you both do it's easy to flop down onto him, pressing your face into his neck.

One of his hands holds the base of your skull, the other rests on your back. "I'll have to talk to Karlach, about that rule." He pushes your hair to the side, "I'd like for you to always be this honest with me."

"I'm always honest." You sound almost offened, but too tired to push it there.

"It was your body, you love me." He sounds proud, preening, actually thrilled,"you couldn't help yourself, you were practically begging me to touch you and I hadn't even done anything. I quite like this side of you, you know? Who were they? What's their name? How could I see more of them?"

"Stop it," You shove him, your face burns but he couldn't see it, hidden in the crook of his neck, "I want to go to bed."

"I will happily take you there." Wyll's hand drags suggestively down your back and you gasp at him.

"To sleep."

"Yes, I completely understand." He sounds smart when he says it, teasing, and simply delighted.

"And you should carry me, for you indiscretions."

"Oh, nothing would make me happier my love."

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omg please please imagine of gale reading to tav please!!

gallleeeeee supremacy

It hadn't been a particularly difficult day, mostly traveling, seeking out merchants, supplies, and information. That being said, when it was time to wind down for the day, you were glad for it. You spent hours sitting around the fire with everyone, exchanging stories and plans for what is to come. You sat next to Gale, you found yourself usually sitting next to Gale, even before the nights you began to share, you were always drawn to him.

He seemed to have an unending wealth of knowledge to share with you, you were happy to hear it all. Glad to hear about the heavy tomes he kept with him, to pour over complicated scrolls with him, to listen to his voice, to watch his mouth when he spoke.

You leaned into his shoulder, you saw a smile tug at his profile. Halsin always had the most bizarre stories, you could listen to him talk for hours about the trouble he seemed to find so easily especially in his youth. You feel Gale's nose brush against your hairline, then he stands as Halsin's story ends.

"Before I get wrapped up in another tale of yours, I'm going to rest a bit." Gale always seemed so grateful to share in things with the lot of you, despite the death sentence in his chest. "Perhaps I'll see you all again before the night is out."

There's a chorus of send offs, and thank yous for dinner and then Gale is gone. Karlach begins to talk about her own youth and the mischief she caused. You see a bit of light flickering from inside Gale's tent, you figure he must be reading. You'd never been a strong reader, you were always so focused on fighting, it was the skill you had chosen to master, just as Gale had chosen the Weave. You wondered how he got to reading, did he imagine the stories in his head like a movie, did he just take in the words and their meanings? What sorts of books did he like to read? Romance maybe? You were sure he did. You excuse yourself to go to him. No one seemed upset by this, though Wyll prods at you a bit as you go pinching your arm and making a teasing sort of noise. Karlach laughs too but gives him a shove.

"They're in love, come off it." She snorts when she says it, just as teasing as he had been. He looks at her and you feel a knowing sort thing tug at your stomach. You save him the embarrassment though and trot off with a pointed 'hmpf' at them.

You poke your way into Gales tent, when he looks up he seems delighted to see you.

"Hello, I didn't think you would follow me." He closes the book he was reading and sits up a bit more, "I'm glad you did." He gestures for you come closer, to sit.

"I was curious." You sit with him and look at the book he had discarded.

"Curious, for what?" He always looks so intently at you when you speak, it makes you flutter.

"What you were...reading." You push the hardcover with your fingertip and he perks up at your interest.

"This is a history book, I was interested in learning more about this land. I tend to not travel this way. Honestly I don't much leave Waterdeep at all, I have plenty to learn."

"I see." The candle beside him flickered and lit his face up, his hair casting long shadows across the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks. "Do you like to read history books the most?"

"Hm.." He ponders that, "no I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"I'm only curious." You continue to muddle around with the book, it looked heavy.

"Only curious? Would you like to read some? You probably know more about this area than I do though." He nudges the book towards you and you shake your head, suddenly a bit embarrassed.

"No....thank you." You shake your head and pull away from the book as if it had burned you. "What sorts of books are your favorite to read?"

"My favorite?" He wonders, "I like to read...poetry collections."

You recall him saying he does enjoy to write, "I suppose that makes sense."

"Though I won't turn my nose up at a good mystery, or even a love story."

"Really?"

Gale smiles at you his earring catches the light when he tilts his head with it, "of course. I'll enjoy any book if it's written well enough. Are you very picky then?"

"Me?" You flush, "no..no I.." You look away, "no I don't really..read much."

"I have noticed you don't bring a book, yes. Though I figured given the perils of our situation it wouldn't be abnormal to cast aside your typical hobbies." Gale is sitting across from you, your knees are touching. You know deep down he wouldn't truly care. He was a limp noodle on the battle field and he was never embarrassed to show you that. "You could have one of mine." Gale offers, "whatever you like, or we can find something more to your tastes on the road." Despite this knowing you still feel humiliated.

"No I couldn't.." You shake your head, 'these are yours, you must care deeply for them to take them along with you."

"Oh no," Gale takes your hands as they had been waving him away, "a good book is meant to be shared by all, the best service I could do a book I care for is to share it. Books are meant to be read. Whatever you like, consider it yours."

"I..." You feel his palms against your finger tips, "that's very kind of you Gale." You glance at the pile of books he kept with him, they looked equally large and intimidating.

"It's nothing, I'm glad to have somebody to share them with. Especially when that somebody is you. You don't even need to ask, take and enjoy whatever you like."

"Well.." You look away from his easy gaze and to the corner of his tent. "The thing is...I...can't....well not to say I can't I just-"

"Can't? What?" Gale sounds confused, "read?" His eyebrows shoot up, "surely you can read."

"I can read!' You shove him a bit, "just...not very well." You feel your face burning with embarrassment.

"What does it mean to read well? To read at all is good." Gale laughs a bit, perhaps at your fluster, "really, it's nothing to be embraced about. You've spent your whole life fighting, probably dealing with threats just as large as this one, who has time to read?" He turns to sit beside you, he leans against the back of his tent where it's propped against a rock.

"It would take me months to read one of these big books. I haven't got a brain like you Gale." You shake your head and lay back beside him. He seems to preen at the praise. You look up at him and he looks to you stammers for a moment, then laughs. You feel his eyes scan your face, and the heat radiating off his body. There's a silent command in the air between your that draws you closer to each other.

"Lately, it feels like I haven't got much knocking around up here at all." He taps his temple, "what have you done to me?" You smile, and give a small huff of a laugh as his hands cover your cheeks, holding your face gently and drawing you nearer. You share a kiss that's warming and kind, your hands hold onto Gale's wrists.

"I wouldn't mind, if you kept the book and took your time with it." He offers as he noses against your cheek, "they would be months well spent."

"I'm worried it would overwhelm me." You flatten the wrinkles in his shirt over his chest, "so many pages. I'd feel like I have no choice but to rush."

"You've no need to rush." He kisses you again then trails his lips to your cheek, then your temple. You rest your hand on the side of his neck, thumbing occasionally at the ends of his hair.

"Why don't you...read to me?" You pull away to look up at him, "I would love to hear what you think as we go anyway, you're much better for these sorts of things."

"Really?" He perks up again, "I fear you'll tire of my voice."

"No," you laugh a bit, "no Gale, never. Pick one, something interesting."

He goes for a moment, rummaging around his things before producing a hardcover book, he sets it on your lap.

"This one I like, it's a mystery, but there's a love story in there as well, and plenty of wonderful twists from beginning to end." He taps the cover as he settles next to you again.

"I think that will do well then." You look up at him, "you know I could not imagine doing this with anyone else. Telling you a thing like that was actually...difficult for me. I could not imagine opening up to anyone else like this."

"I should hope so." Gale replied easily, flipping open the book, "have you had other wizard callers?" He raises an eyebrow at you, "because if you have might I strongly recommend you throw them all to fire. Wizards make terrible lovers and are hardly commendable companions."

"Really?" You laugh, looking up at him. He just nods.

"They'll almost certainly take advantage of you. Truly conniving they are. Their noses are always stuck in a book, they'll jump at any attention at all. Give them an inch, they take a mile."

"Mhm...that does sound right." You agree, thumbing at the corner of the hard cover.

"Yes, truly a wretched kind that lot, certainly never to be trusted even at the worst of times."

"And what about you?" You lean against him, resting your head against him and pulling your legs up to your chest. "Would you take advantage of me? Are you to be trusted?"

"Oh," He sputters, "who, me?" He puts a hand on his chest, looking almost offended but his grin gave him away, "no not me, me so deeply devoted to you? Do you truly think so little of me?"

You snort and turn into his arm, "you're right. Are you going to read or just flirt with me all night?"

He laughs back at you, "come on then." His arm comes around your back and you peel open the book. He starts reading, his voice is quiet, as if you weren't the only two people in the room and he was trying to keep this story a secret.

It's a good story, or what you hear of it is, Gale interjects with a few anecdotes here and there but they only help the story along for you. You even interject with a few questions or shocked remarks here and there.

"No! How could he do that to her?" You cut Gale off with an offended gasp, "she loved him!"

"Wretched lot, Wizards." He taps the book laughing, "see I told you."

"You did..." You settle back into place against him. He makes it through a good deal of the first few chapters before you start to doze off.

"Your eyelids are looking particularly heavy." You feel his lips against your hairline when he says it, "are you falling asleep? Have I bored you so much?"

"No!" You try to muster the energy to sound offended, "it's good, I like it so far. Its just laying like this makes me doze off." You turn into his side, "keep going."

He hums, maybe he's considering a teasing remark about reading you to sleep, he must elect against it because he rests his chin against the crown of your head and then continues to read to you. He reads until you've fallen completely asleep, by then he's feeling heavy himself.

You vaguely sense him shifting you around to lay down, but you don't stir much, just settle into him once again.

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hi hello i adore your blog and your mundane turn ons post has 1000% been adopted into my understandings of the characters thank you v much. i was wondering if you happened to have any other nsfw thoughts laying around for wyll? hope you're well! <3

oh boy do i

I dislike the thought that Wyll isn't just as horny as some of the others, I just think he's a gentleman! And what a burden that is to bear!

He finds it easy to be taken by you, it is almost immediate. You're kind, caring, gentle and just simply good. He wonders where you'd been all this time, how had he never crossed your path before?

When you begin traveling together he finds himself more aloof than he'd like to be with you. he's worried you think he dislikes you but in truth his gentlemanly honor is hanging by an ever precarious thread, pulled tighter and tighter to snapping every moment he spends close to you. Or even watching from afar, which he is known to do.

He loves you in the sunlight, surely, he's hand plenty a fantasy about having you in the warm water of a well lit river or lake. He can practically feel the way your wet hair would stick to his neck and shoulders if he was to take you from behind. He imagined it all so perfectly down to the water droplets on your lips and collarbones. He could see you spread out on the river bed so clearly, your skin still tinted from passion, wet and glistening, you looked up at him with a perfect mix of adoration and lust.

All this isn't to say he doesn't love you in the moonlight. He fears the moonlight will be his undoing actually. You'd come to him in the dead of night with nothing but the moon above to light you, and light you it did, gloriously. When you first met, in the sunlight of the grove, you looked so brilliant Wyll wondered if you would wilt in the dark, he was so painfully wrong and his penance was a sickening sort of lust. He dreamed at night of you, naked and perfect in a clear field, the moon glistening above you, lighting you up. He wanted to look up at you at times like those, the moon was like your halo. He wanted to be on his knees, kissing you, touching you, admiring you.

His honor and desire for a true and genuine romance would probably be the death of him. For all of his romantic and perfectly lit daydreams he has plenty that are less...well kept. He'd be glad to have you on any flat, or partially flat surface you came across. Against a tree, on the ground, a log maybe, river beds, if there was no where flat he was sure he could hold your weight anyways. He could work himself up to hysterics just thinking about it. He'd be happy to have you slow and soft and gentle, to appreciate all of your body. He'd also be happy to take, to chase a carnal desire, quickly, almost bruising. To wrap your legs around his middle, to feel you pulling him into you, he'd imagined all the ways you'd say his name. The myriad of ways you could call for him and how he would get you to do so. The longer he knows you the worse it gets. Once he knows his feelings are returned restraint becomes almost impossible.

Your refusal to push him to move things faster is appreciated though, he knows he would give in, he wants to be sure he's careful with you, that you understand the time you spend together is creating a bond much deeper than the physical.

Whenever he decides to finally indulge himself, he is a rather talkative lover. He'll praise you, boss you around, and loudly voice his general appreciation for whatever it is you're doing. The only time he's quite is when his mouth his occupied with other things, which, to be fair he enjoys just as much as he does talking to you during the act.

He loves to have you in his lap, the feeling of your hands on his chest, the freedom it gives him to kiss and touch you anywhere, he's incredibly grateful for it. He does like for sex to be a complete act, he likes to take his time and fully appreciate you, but he can certainly be persuaded to run off into the woods somewhere for something a bit quicker, hotter and heavier while the others are distracted with looting or map deciphering or resting.

At first he thinks he won't enjoy these sorts of romps, but he finds the quick moments hidden away during the day growing on him quickly. Since his pact going sour he's found it harder and harder to envision a normal life for himself. It feels normal with you, to feel you take his hand and lead him away from the group, to hear Astarion or Karlach make a quip about your inability to keep your hands to yourself, it feels normal, like normal youthful love with no world ending problems waiting for you. He's grateful for all of it, he'll be sure you know that.

#bauldrs gate 3 #bauldrs gate 3 x reader #wyll ravengard #wyll ravenguard x reader #wyll x reader #wyll x tav #Wyll hc

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mashiraostail · 2 months

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could we get some gale hc for a reader who maybe isn't very book smart ?? wonders if gale likes them truly since they aren't nearly as smart as he is?

omg cute I love super smart nerdy x nothing knocking around up there

Gale truly does not care, like he really doesn't. He actually rather likes to be the one with all the brains it's good for his ego.

He likes when you ask him questions, he likes when go immediately to him for answers.

Man loves to yap, if you're willing to listen he will teach you!! Whatever you want to know!!

If he picks up on your worries or wonders I think he'll be quick to put them to rest. He enjoys you as you are, and for everything that you're not good at there's something you are good at. What he lacks you make up for. He hopes you see it that way.

He also hopes you're never embarrassed to not know something. He's not embarrassed at his lack luster hand to hand combat and he's keen to come to you for help. He'll be glad to help you with whatever you ask, he makes a wonderful teacher and he's rather patient with you.

He'll read to you or explain the plot of his books in detail to you. He wants to share everything with you. If he finds you're not a strong reader he'll be happy to read with you. Especially at night, winding down by the fire at camp. Go to him and ask him about his books, ask him to tell you about them and he'll be thrilled, ask him to read to you and he might cry.

When you come to a particularly challenging puzzle or problem to solve the way you immediately look to him will make his heart soar, and it will make him all the more determined to solve the puzzle.

Follow up questions, clarification questions, requests for examples, they all make him glad to know you, and glad to have so much of your trust.

If you want to learn or get better he'll be incredibly supportive.

"What kind of stories do you like? If I don't have it now I'm sure we can pick it up on the way. Mystery, Romance, Action?"

"Gale it would take me months to read one of these books! I don't know that I can."

"Well then they would be months well spent. It doesn't matter how long you spend reading the book, only how much you enjoy it. I find that taking your time with a compelling book makes the story all the richer! I've been known to take my time as well. If you find it to be too much we can read it together."

#bauldrs gate 3 x reader #gale dekarios #gale x reader #gale dekarios x reader #gale x tav #gale hc

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hello best friend!!!!!!! no way you thought you were gonna end that Halsin turn on's hc on that disgustingly horny note, then share that photoset of him and get away with out anyone asking for more!!!! feed the girls!!! super horny fic please PLEASE

the devil works quick but I am quicker.

NSFW!!!

The sun was high in the sky, too high in Halsin's opinion. For all the moments he languished the beautiful gifts of nature, bathed in a warm sunlight there were many where he cursed it, and the sun itself. He was hung back in the shade, assessing the now bloodied battlefield. The ambush was poorly planned on the enemy’s part, still despite this the sun was scorching him from the sky creating an oppressive heat that made for an entirely unenjoyable battle.

"Oh gods-" He hears you cry out, "I can't go on like this! Karlach! Catch me!" Despite the disgusting heat you seemed in good spirits.

"Easy solider, if you think you're hot now...." Karlach too, she's grinning at you, freshly tuned up she's enjoyed playfully fighting with you but even with her tune up she doubts touching you would help your temperature problem at all.

"You both should save your energy for the walk back to camp." Lae'zel seems to be handling the heat the best, though even she wipes a bead of sweat off her brow.

Halsin has found that lately it is incredibly easy to look at you. Even without imagining you in a sorts of terribly debauched scenarios it was a pleasurable pass time. He was looking at you now. You were heaving as you turned over the littered corpses and rooted through their things. Your skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat that made you look like you were glistening all over when the sun hit you right. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips parted taking in deep, thankful breaths every so often. He feels a sort of pit forming in his stomach, not unpleasant but certainly unwanted given your current location. He needs to take his mind off things, otherwise it wouldn't be long until he's imagining the way the sweat on your inner thighs would taste, or how beautifully you'd sing for him when he took it upon himself to find out.

"Can I help?" He walks towards you and you look up, bent at the waist as you rummage through an enemies armor set.

"Halsin," his name rolled off you tongue like an exhausted exhale, it took more strength than he had to suppress the shiver it sent up his spine. He watched you wipe a stream of blood off your jaw, smearing down your neck. He wondered how many different ways he could get you to call out his name.

"I'm a bit banged up I think." You straighten up to be closer to level with him, he watches the sweat drip down your neck sliding past the chest plate of your armor. He feels the lust and want creeping up his spine like a pleasant chill. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, tried to pry his mind away from the thought of chasing that bead of sweat down your chest with his lips and tongue. It was most certainly futile.

"Is the heat getting to you?" You look sympathetic and thank the gods he can blame his behavior on something rational. A stronger man would turn away.

"I'm...afraid so." He nods, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "I can't imagine you're faring much better, under all that armor."

Getting closer to you had been his worst mistake yet, up close you were shining with sweat, your hair stuck to the skin at the sides of your face, your lips glistened from the water you'd been downing and the swipe of your tongue over them did nothing to help his cause. He wanted to devour you, to be devoured by you, to feel your swollen, glistening lips on every part of his body and to feel your heaving breath against his bare skin when you called out his name.

"No," You laugh a little, he watches your throat, he furrows his brows. "I'm cooking in here." You fan yourself for emphasis, even your knuckles were tinged and flushed from the heat. He wanted, terribly, to put your fingers in his mouth, then watch you slide them inside yourself.

"I have to," He looks around, anything else to do, a reason to flee, "go." He doesn't find one so he simply turns and leaves, and plays busy by packing up the supplies everyone was looting.

Worst of all he didn't even feel bad, no, he wanted, he yearned almost pathetically. He imagined you, a dear friend and confidant doing, and having done to you, such dirty, head spinning, mind-numbing things, and he couldn't even feel slightly guilty. No he just felt...lustful, it felt indulgent, sticky and sweet and satisfying. He supposed he couldn't hold it against himself, what was a man in sick, world ending lust to do?

If you thought his behavior or unceremonious exit odd, you said nothing. Though he's doing a terrible job at keeping his eyes off you. Presently his attention has been pulled by your thighs, uncovered above your armored boots and looking even more supple than usual, glistening from the heat. He would do anything, he would beg, cry, get on his knees. If that’s what it took, if you would let him even graze his lips against your inner thigh, he would do it.

Gods he’d be sure you never considered a different set of armor again… Looting those Githyanki was a brilliant idea even though it pissed Lae'zel off.

He drags his hand over his lips and chin, tries to tear his eyes away. To think of anything else, gods anything would be better than this.

"I don't think I can take anymore!" You're whining when you say it, it makes him want to jump you right there.

"Alright solider," Karlach chuckles, "why don't you start on back then? We can finish up here, right?" She looks to Lae'zel, then to Halsin.

"Chk," Lae'zel looks away from her and you, "you're endurance is laughable. We'll take care of this."

"I don't think we should travel alone." Halsin cuts in. To get you alone, that would be perfect. He was sure he could chip away at you then, gain back control. Or at the very least indulge himself.

"Alright." Karlach nods, "that's true, you can take back this part of the loot." She kicks at a few bags, "sound good?"

"Thank you!" You warble and grab the bags, splitting them between the pair of you. "I'll fill up on water too." You promise. "Let's go, Halsin."

He walks a few steps behind you, allowing all the lust in his chest to brew for a bit. He listens to your heaving breaths and sighs.

"I'm sorry, I'm terrible in the heat." You sigh, "I whine like a child."

"I don't mind." Halsin shakes his head, "whine all you like." You turn to laugh at him, but when you do you can see the unmistakable wanting etched into his features. Surely he wasn't attracted to you like this?

"Maybe I will then." You feel a pit in your stomach so you elect to ignore it.

"We might not last the walk home then." He warns you and realization shoots through you like a bolt of lightning.

"What, I'll annoy you to death?" You rub the nape of your neck willing the embarrassment away.

"Hardly." You can feel his eyes on you from behind, you feel like your being burned alive, thought it's not unpleasant by any means.

"Then what?" You reach for your water, something to do with your hands, a reason to close your eyes, it's empty. You curse yourself.

"I can barely hold back as it is." Halsin laughs, mostly at himself, "and you intend to torture me by gasping and whining the whole way to camp?"

It feels like being zapped with a cattle prod, a silly, and frankly insane jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. You swallow, scrub your eyes, try everything to quell the mix of nervousness and arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

"Look." Halsin changes the subject, you feel a 2 ton weight lift off you. "Some shade, and water. You look like you could do with a moment of respite." You nod and follow him down to the narrow ravine, the shade of the tangled trees above does provide a wonderful cooling feeling. You decide to dip your feet in, it cools you almost instantly.

"I wouldn't torture you." You say it quietly, under your breath once you've settled for a rest.

"What?" He's standing a bit aways from you, leaning against a tree. He cranes closer to you.

"I wouldn't torture you, you know." You look down at your feet in the water. You hear him let out a quiet laugh.

"Really?" He's walking towards you, the nervousness begins to flutter again. "I didn't know that. Perhaps that changes things." You feel him standing much closer than before. For some reason you can tell he's urging you to stand and face him. So you do.

"And how would you intend to put me at ease?" He's standing much closer than you had anticipated, you're almost chest to chest.

"However you ask." You search his face, wondering if you'd misunderstood yet also sure you haven't.

"How generous." You watch his features crack into a grin before his speaks again, "are you sure?"

You don't know exactly what to say to that so you kiss him, he honest to gods groans into it, it feels good, powerful and it certainly does wonders for your ego. It feels like he barely wastes anytime, he's attacking your jaw and neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing as far down as he can until he's stopped by the confines of your armor. He's making quick work of that problem though and as quickly as you noted him starting to remove it, your chest plate was clanking on the ground, a shining pile of metal.

You can tell he's thrilled to finally have hands on you, he's touching you everywhere, his hands dragging over the hem of your underwear, unabashedly exploring every inch of you, covered or not.

"This is a disaster," He's breathing, heavy into your neck when you find the wherewithal to start removing his armor.

"Why?" You allow him to walk you backwards, you feel your back hit a tree.

"I think I've gone mad, Silvanus guide me." He's gliding his lips up your throat, licking and nibbling on the skin desperately, you swear you can feel him rutting against you already, pulling your leg around him, anchoring you as close as he could.

"What do you mean?" When your card your hands through the back of his hair you feel his hips stutter into you. He groans, his hands fumble to remove the last bits of fabric separating your bodies.

"I've been thinking about you since I saw you this morning, wanting you, imagining having you. This was all I could think about, all day."

He’s taking in deep breaths of you when he asks, “why don’t you come to me? I feel the way you look at me. I know.” He’s managed his way out of his own armor and now with so little fabric separating you from him you’re sure he’s rutting against you, desperate like an animal, if you’d had any more of a hold on yourself you’re sure you could have gotten him to beg. You seemed to be the one who had what he wanted, in an ideal world you would be able to hold it over him, this is not an ideal world.

“I didn't think you felt that way, back then, at the party-” You’re breathless, his hands seem to know their way around flawlessly, he hooks one of your legs around his waist, giving himself more purchase to press the growing bulge in his underwear against you.

"You're too modest, look at yourself." He's kneeling, dragging his lips over your chest and stomach as he goes, then your thighs, "you'll be my undoing." He's breathing deeply, guiding your leg over his shoulder and smattering your inner thighs with kisses and bites that make you hold your breath in the most delightful way. When he finally puts his mouth on you your knees buckle, you swear you'd have fallen if he didn't hold you.

"I wanted you then," he assures you, "I want you now."

"Then why did you turn me away?" You barely find it in you to question him, you're arching your back trying desperately to get closer to him.

"Another time." You feel his hands slide up the small of your back, "I'm glad I have you now."

You twist a strand of his hair around your fingers, rolling your hips into his mouth. Yon feel his eyes looking up at you, at your lips and chest. The feeling of his tongue inside you makes you pull him impossibly closer by his hair, the noise he makes against your skin tells you he doesn't mind a guiding hand at all..

Once he's started you find him to be almost relentless, he gives you no respite. He keeps his mouth on you for as long as he can, and when he can't he's using his fingers. It doesn't taking long for your breath to start hitching in your throat, or for the way you buck your hips to become erratic and telling.

"Halsin! Halsin I-"

"I know." His fingers are inside you, curling at the knuckle, you can feel every move they make acutely, "that's good."

"I don't want to finish yet I want to finish with you-" You're gasping it out, trying to stave yourself off almost painfully.

"Oh.." He slows but doesn't stop, he holds you on the edge, "is one all I deserve from you? Is that all you'll give me?" You swear it's the exhaustion making your legs shake.

"No-" You shake your head, "no I can... more-" You cover your face, unsure of when your brain disconnected from your mouth. It doesn't take him long to finish you off, even as you try to hold yourself back.

"Just like that is perfect," You can barely hear him through the ringing in your ears, you feel his lips against your hip bones his fingers still inside you but slowing around your orgasm, "you're so beautiful, gods I love your smell."

"Oh fuck-" Your leg just can't hold your weight anymore. He catches you with a heavy hand on the back of your thigh that relights the fire in your stomach wonderfully.

"I'm right here." He's kissing around your stomach, "stay with me." The day's heat is still sweltering to you, you imagined you'd have been better off staying with Karlach if avoiding a work out was your goal.

When he finally pulls his fingers away you join him on the ground, he steadies you on your way down. Being at eye level is enough to drive Halsin near feral. You look at him with pupils blown out to almost totally eclipse your iris, you're sweaty, naked, breathless and looking right at him, your sweaty hair sticking to your temples and flushed cheeks. He kisses you earnestly, easily sliding his tongue past your lips and pulling you closer by the small of your back. Then stands and casts a gaze down onto you that sends an arrow through your heart and a jolt of something obscene between your legs. You feel his hand on your chin and you're bent at his will, you look up at him.

"I could devour you." All you can do is nod, and he grins at you, "should I? Is that what you want?"

"Yes." The syllable meets his ears a breathless moan, your hands are fumbling with the last of the fabric covering him, and the only thing on the planet separating the pair of you, "yes, please, Halsin-"

"I'd never make you beg." He drags the hair off your forehead, "don't worry, everything you want, you'll get it, in due time."

It sucks all the air from your stomach, he brushes the fingers of his other hand, still wet from you, against your lips. If it had been a wordless command to open your mouth to him, you obeyed. If it hadn't been you must have looked particularly desperate.

He makes a grateful noise as your lips close around his two fingers, "calm down." His thumb brushes over your chin, "I'll take my time, but I won't deny you." When he pulls his fingers away he turns his hand to hold your face, gently squeezing your warm cheeks under his pointer finger and thumb.

"Halsin-" You wonder how he'd managed to turn the tables on you so quickly.

"What do you want, my love?" There's a sort of lustful tenderness in his voice when he says it, it makes you preen up at him.

Wordlessly you take him into your mouth, and as if on instinct you feel him gather and twist your hair in his fist, the other hand bracing on the tree behind you. He keeps his eyes on you, letting out thankful groans every time you take him in.

"Touch yourself." You feel his free hand, the one not fisting your hair, come down to rest heavily on the back of your neck, squeezing the curve the connects your neck and shoulder. All you can do is yield to him, of course you bring a hand between your legs. He bucks into your lips every time you moan.

When you look up at him the hand in your hair turns from an almost possessive hold to a firm guiding hand. His groans get lower and rumble from his chest. He's practically growling out his praises, egging you on.

"Do you want me?" You hear his breath hitch, he catches a choked off sort of noise in his throat, "quickly."

You nod against the tight hold of his hand and he lets you go.

"Come here. Please," he's pulling you up to stand, "come here to me." He lifts you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his middle and easily sheathing himself inside you. You let out a long, keening moan at the sensation and tilt your head back,

He's there, taking up the space immediately, kissing and nipping the sweat-slick skin, one hand holding your back the other in an almost bruising grip on your thigh.

"I know," he mutters it into your skin, starting to roll his hips into you, "i know, I know." He sounds almost sympathetic for your plight, but not quite.

Your moans are breathless gasps, some of his name, and some pleading for nothing in particular. You hold one hand on the side of his neck, the other searches for purchase in his hair.

"That's it," He's breathless himself, you can feel him heaving against your collar, you can feel his broad chest expanding with heaving breaths against you, "that's it, hold onto me."

You roll your hips desperately against him and he rewards your effort with teeth and tongue against your neck, favoring the soft skin at the base of your throat.

"Halsin," You're sliding your hands desperately along his body, yearning to touch every and anywhere, "please, Halsin-"

"I know," his other hand comes down to grip your thigh, "I'll take care of you, I promise I will." He's nosing at the tender flesh of your throat, accosted by his teeth, "come closer to me, please, closer-" He's wrapping your legs tighter around his middle, "you're doing so well." He praises you endlessly, between kisses and low groans.

First he kneels, then he lays you on your back, you were already on the cusp of an orgasm, the way he pulls your legs apart just makes you topple over the edge. He talks you through it, happy to watch and even happier to feel it. You feel his hand on your face again,

"Don't turn from me, don't deny me the sight of you. Look at me." Of course you do, it's all you can do actually, that and practically cry at the orgasm ripping through you. You can tell he's cumming when he's let your face go, you feel it smatter your inner thigh.

"Gods, Halsin-" He's already lowering himself between your legs, gliding lips up your thighs.

"You're right." He pulls you by your waist, guides you up and then down again, onto your chest. You burn with embarrassment from the exposure, and the feeling of his fingers gliding over your dripping sex.

He's dipping a finger into you, then another, it sends you keening.

"I know, I know I'm not being very....forgiving with you. You have to understand." It's not a bruising pace, but your sensitivity makes it feel that way. "I've been denying myself far too long. But, tell me if you can't give anymore."

You shake your head, "I can." You aren't sure why you say so, exhaustion made your arms and legs shake from holding your own weight, your whole body was slick with sweat from the bruising heat of the sun, and the unforgiving touch of Halsin. You were equally parts melted into his palms from his touch and the scorching rays of the sun. You liked it though, you wanted it, and every time he pulled away you found you immediately missed the touch.

You feel the sweat dripping between your shoulder blades, sliding to the small of your back. You feel his lips and tongue against your skin, following the divot of your spine.

"Tell me if it's all too much." He murmurs it into the low of your back, then he' guiding himself inside you again. You fist the ground below you as he does, you can feel your arms shaking, you will yourself to stay upright.

"That's it my love," he mutters it, almost under his breath, "that's perfect, you take it so well. Just like that." He holds the bend of your hips and snaps you backwards into him. You feel your arm start to buckle with your weight. You feel his eyes travel down your back, you listen to him groan.

"The gods spared no expense with you," he's squeezing your hip, using his hold to guide the pace of your rocking against him.

"Halsin-" You're heaving, he can hear the hitching in your breath, he can tell he's worn you thin and it pleases him. You arms give out underneath you and you swear to every god you can think of that you hear him laugh at you.

"I'll help," He twists your hair in his hand again and uses it to pull you up, pulling with it a wrecked sounding moan that he feels immediately in his cock.

You're practically weeping from the exhaustion, between the heat and the orgasms you felt melted into the floor, yet you begged for him to continue.

"You have," his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you up a bit more, "such a beautiful back, I don't think I've seen it before now." He uses your hair to pull you to your knees, seated in his lap. His hand holds your head by your chin now, tilting you to expose your throat to him.

"You do so wonderfully like this." His voice makes the your skin below his lips tremble, "did the gods make you just for this? For me?"

"Yes-" He could get you agree to total world demise right now, he seems amused by your answer none the less.

"They have?" His free hand is gliding easily between your heaving chest and stomach, occasionally dipping between your legs, "I'll need to make use of you more often, then."

You turn into him when your orgasm begins to spill over, nosing at his cheek and taking a deep breath of his scent. You feel his lips on the soft flesh behind your ear.

When you both finish you practically crumple into him, an arm slung over his shoulder.

"Was that all too much?" You feel his hand smoothing your hair, a tender almost delicate touch.

"No," You wrap your other arm around him too, "no it wasn't." You feel his lips on your temple, then your cheek. You're taking in deep thankful breaths, leaning all your weight on him.

"You're alright." His other hand is rubbing between your shoulder blades, calming your heaving breaths, "you're alright my love."

You card your hands into his hair, taking a thankful breath of him, "let's stay here a bit."

"Of course." His hand is massaging the nape of your neck wonderfully, "whatever pleases you my heart. I'll help you clean up, when you're ready."

He can tell you're dozing off, he'll let you rest for a bit he decides, leaning against a tree trunk.

He pulls your legs over his lap, and curls you as close to him as he can get you, "you must need the rest."

#halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #halsin bg3 #halsin x tav

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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my only wish is for halsin to get to see a woman in black flared leggings

#i just know he would be rocking with it

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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Can I request hcs for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with shy gn s/o?

omg im such a Zevlor lover idk like I know it was Wyll's intro scene but I was like "MEOW who is that." DLC to smash Zevlor when???

Dammon: He doesn't mind that you're shy, it may take a while for the pair of you to get together though, since he doesn't want to overstep and make the first move. He can be a bit awkward at first too.

Once he recognizes how you feel he'll feel much better asking you about it.

He likes to keep to his work, he isn't perturbed at your soft spoken nature.

He'll enjoy it most of all if you seek solace with him at social gatherings, murmuring to him under the lull of the crowd.

He doesn't mind speaking for you, or running the errands that make you nervous.

If you're still shy with him after getting together he'll be sort of flattered in a way. He may joke or prod at you, asking if you think he's handsome and that's why you're so shy.

Loves that you find comfort in him, he always saves you a seat and makes sure to keep an eye out for you if you separate for whatever reason.

He'll remind you of all of this if you seem particularly nervous about an outing or gathering. He doesn't mind being you crutch, he actually really enjoys it. He likes taking care of you in every sense of the words.

Rolan: He's such a stubborn bitch.

He'll secretly be sooo nervous he did something to offend you if he isn't sure why you're averting your gaze or acting especially soft spoken with him.

It will take him FOREVER to work up the nerve to ask if something is wrong, and he might not believe you if you don't give him a thorough enough answer.

He'll have to see you shyness out in the open with everyone to realize it's not a personal thing.

I don't think he's someone who likes to make the first move, that being said if you've got that sort of infatuated, flustered nervousness around him he'll pick up on it quickly. He'll be flattered and take that as a good enough sign to move forward with you.

He'll try to inch you out of your comfort zone as much as he can, especially since you operate on a similar social battery.

Once he's noticed it's too much he's happy to bring you home and retire for the night with a good book and quiet conversation.

Even when he's trying to push you he's never too far away for that exact reason. He'll even offer you some rare praise when you've been especially self serving for the day.

He doesn't mind your shyness since he has a similar distaste for people at times, though maybe less for nervousness and more for sheer annoyance. He appreciates that you open yourself up to him, and couldn't ask for much more.

Zevlor: Oh he's been around waayyyy to long not to notice how into him you are.

He'll let you be shy around him for a bit though, maybe it's cruel but he's flattered and he finds it a bit cute.

Eventually when he gets you in private he'll be happy to make the first move.

When you're at the grove he doesn't mind you always hiding out with him, your shyness and dislike of crowds is all the more reason to spend time alone together, something he's keen to do.

He'll try to push you out of your comfort zone, and like Rolan he won't be too far away from you.

He'll actually probably be right behind you, arms crossed, giving whoever you mustered up the courage to talk to a warning glare to be nice to you.

When you've exhausted yourself he's happy to take leave with you and reward you in private with anything you ask, though he will make you ask, explicitly, and probably in great detail. He can't help being a little mean, not when you make it so easy.

Out of the three he'll push you the most, but he'll also be the most rewarding for it. He's secretly afraid something will happen to him, and then who will be there to help you out? He hates the idea of someone taking his place, so he tries to help you be more self serving.

He likes that you're shy and nervous around him, it makes him feel younger, handsomer, just good all around.

#zevlor x reader #dammon x reader #rolan x reader #bg3 #bg3 hcs

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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this is how he should have looked in the first place this world is so evil

#ohhhh we were robbed

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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Found you through your BG3 stuff and it’s so good I’m foaming at the mouth

Could I request soft dom Karlach with a fem reader, maybe with a bit of praise thrown in if that’s alright?

Thank you I owe u my life

omg ask and u shall receive and it wont be self serving to me at all even a little!

I love Karlach and I love women this was sooo epic

NSFW under the cut :3

"Oh stop it-" Karlach is cringing as Shadowheart quite literally wrings blood from her hair, "you'll make me sick!'

"I can hardly help it, I'm always in the splash zone when I go into a fight with you." Shadowheart doesn't look happy about the situation either, but what must be done must be done.

"You certainly wouldn't hear me complaining, though I do like a more...direct method of delivery." Astarion some how came out the other side fairly clean.

"Oh come on, enough with the blood and guts stuff." Karlach groans, "so gross."

"What, are you trying to save your appetite?" Shadowheart laughs and flicks her hair over her shoulder, sending a small splatter of blood onto Astarion's arm. The two of them made a terribly snarky, gossipy duo. Karlach was just glad they had made friends.

"So what if I am?" Karlach crosses her arms, "I've already been denied ten years why should I be any longer? Especially at the expense of your grimy hair."

Astarion laughs at that, "no, you're right. All the power to you my friend." He looks around a moment, "say where is your favorite midnight snack?"

Karlach whirls around too, "oh shit, have we lost her?"

"She is a slippery one." Shadowheart nods.

"Kalrach would know." Astarion agrees. Karlach guffaws, shoves him. There were plenty of good things about getting her tune up, the kissing, the sex, the cuddling, and the knocking the wind out of Astarion every time he said something gross, odd, or rude.

"Cut it out." She tries to wipe the warmth off her face, being on fire was hot enough, why be embarrassed too.

"Hey! You left without me?!" You're appearing over a small hill, a new, heavy looking bag on your shoulder, "did I take that long?"

"We thought you ran away." Astarion shakes his head, "you took forever."

"Gale asked me to pick up some things." You hike the bag up your shoulder, "camp isn't far though, I guess we picked a good spot with this little market so close and all. What'd you all get into?" You stop once you've joined the group, "oh Shadowheart you smell awful-"

"Imps. Imps and goblins." Shadowheart mutters, "it's always imps and goblins."

"Together?"

"No."

"Sorry I missed it then." You laugh a little. Karlach takes the bag off your shoulder. "Oh you've probably been fighting all afternoon I can-"

"Don't worry about it, make up for leaving you behind. I always carry the stuff."

"I told you to go on without me, I guess I didn't think you actually would though." You laugh a bit.

"Well in your absence Karlach has told us all about how, when she does get you to herself you always-"

"Stop!" She shoves Astarion hard enough to make him stumble, "oh I should light you up." Shadowheart is just snickering to herself.

"I didn't-" She addresses your horrified look, "I didn't tell them anything I swear." She holds her hands up, "and even if I had, which I didn't! It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're killer in bed. Probably just make them jealous, that's why I don't say anything."

You will the color out of your face at her comment and make the short walk back to camp with silly but comfortable conversation flowing between your little group. The sun's set in the sky by now so you're glad to be so close to camp, otherwise it may have been difficult to find your way back.

When you do make it back Gale looks excited to see you all, "did they have everything?"

"Uh...dunno, I'm just the mule." Karlach shrugs, and holds the bag out, "you'll wanna talk to the manager." She jabs a thumb to you, his gaze follows.

"They did I just- Karlach!" You brush the bag over the Gale and hold her wrist, "look! You're all cut up!"

"Oh am I?" She looks down at her arm, sure enough there were a myriad of claw marks on her forearm, "aw shit, look at that. Didn't even notice, little buggers. Enjoy your stuff Gale I've gotta patch up." You follow her away without finishing your afterthought for Gale.

"Halsin's left for the day, he said he had some friends in the area who may have information for us." You frown, "how's Shadowheart?"

"She needs to rest up before she can use anymore healing magic." Karlach shakes her head, "they're barely some scrapes, I'll be fine for now, I'll go clean up, then well...I dunno I'm yours."

"Let me help, it will be easier with two." You look hopefully up at her, "there's a river close by, we can clean you off and patch you up." She's grinning.

"Come on, you're not worried about a few little scrapes are you? Do you know who I am?" She looks delighted despite her words.

"I'm very familiar, that's why I want to help."

"You're worried? About little old me?" She's squeezing your shoulders as you walk together, "or do you just want to play nurse?"

"Maybe both." You glance up at her, she's practically buzzing.

"Don't tease me." She warns, "you'll ruin my night."

Of course you'd never do a thing like that. Though cleaning her up does take precedent, despite her groaning and whining.

"We need to make sure it's clean, then we can wrap it up." You hand her a shirt to tear up into some makeshift bandages. She uses her free hand and her teeth to do so, she certainly notices you shift and avert your gaze.

"What are you all shy about?" She laughs at the color on your face.

"You know." You tut and frown at her, though it's not very believable.

"What? Is it me?" She watches you use one piece of the shirt to wipe the blood, "Am I making you act all shy?"

"You're always so mean to me-"

"Its me isn't it? You like me, don't you?"

"Oh stop." You press a damp hand to you cheek, trying to cool off.

"What? Tell me all about it! Do you fantasize about me? Have dreams about me?" She's leaning towards you, her voice teasing. You use another piece of cloth the wipe her arm off with some water.

You scoff and look away from her, it just makes her laugh.

"Your silence speaks volumes! Tell me!"

"No!" You use three strips of thicker fabric to wrap her arm up, "I won't!"

"So you don't deny it!" She catches you by your waist, "tell me, or you are not getting a single thing from me tonight-"

"You're evil! You should know how it feels to be denied! Have a heart!"

"Oh I've got one, wanna see?" She's laughing, nosing at your jaw, of course you tilt your head for her, you could never deny her, despite yourself. "Come on, just give me a little taste."

"I don't have anything to tell you!" The crimson engulfing your face said otherwise.

"Uh-huh." Karlach wraps her arms around your back, "can I have a kiss?"

You indulge her without saying anything else about the subject, she seems contended with it for now. You have a feeling you aren't quite out of the woods though.

"You look so pretty when you're embarrassed." She holds you by your chin, "I can't help myself." Her hands are tugging at your shirt, you help her slide it off. She takes in the sight of you with as much enthusiasm as always you can practically hear her brain knocking around in her skull, every thud screaming with excitement, 'TITS!!!!'

"I'm so fucking lucky-" She's giddy with it, kissing down your neck and shoulders, probably planning her attack on your chest. "You're such a sweet thing, gods, I don't know how I have it in me to behave all day knowing this is the sight hiding under all that armor you wear."

You gladly clamber into her lap, she's ducking down into your chest, her hands exploring the newly exposed flesh unabashedly. "You're really very pretty, you know?" She says it into your sternum, you're trying desperately to undress her, eventually she takes pity on you and helps it along. When she stands to shake the last of her clothes off all you can do is drop to your knees, she laughs.

"Well I wasn't gonna boss you around or anything." She's grinning at you and gods you love her, it's all you can think about, you're kissing at her stomach rubbing your face into her warm skin, she just laughs some more.

"Aw look't you, so sweet. What is it? You wanna take care of me?" You make a choked off noise at that, nodding and pulling her closer, it's a frantic nod though, rushed and almost desperate.

"Alright, alright, don't start crying now." She pulls you away to look at you for a moment, "you aren't off the hook, but I'll take a detour." She slings a leg over your shoulder and her hand tangled in your hair on impulse and you close your eyes, if only to hide how far back your eyes roll into your skull. Occasionally you feel her nails scrape the nape of your neck. You were pressing your lips to her, running long strokes over her with your tongue and thumbing at the the wetness whenever you needed to catch your breath. Karlach hadn't taken her eyes off you, she was practically singing you praises and it made your stomach knot up desperately.

She uses her grip on your hair to guide you along but she doesn't need to do much, you already know what to do. She pays extra care to pull all your hair off your face to get the best look at you she can.

"Gods, look't you, pretty girl, just like that, 's perfect." Even her moans are perfect, it's obscene. If anyone asked you she should be locked up, wearing a big flashing warning sign. All you can do is moan, hold onto her thighs, beg to be impossibly closer.

"What're you moaning at?" She's grinning devilishly, "you just like the sound of my voice don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do-" The way she tugs on your hair pulls a perfectly lovely moan out of you, and it makes her laugh in a warm, fond sort of way that makes you want to lay down and spread your legs open for her.

"Alright then, lucky for you I love talking to pretty girls." By the grace of some god you find it in you to play a bit coy with her.

"You think I'm pretty?" You're looking up at her with perfect blown out pupils, and swollen red lips wearing her cum like lipgloss, matter of fact it's spread out pretty evenly over your cheeks and chin too.

"Oh fuck-" She drops her head against the tree she's been leaning on, "I'll blow my fucking lid, cut that out. You wouldn't be able to survive the things you're making me want to do to you."

"I'd try, for you." If she had something to say to that you don't let her get it out. You realized your mouth had been too far away for far too long. You missed the feeling of her tugging at your hair, pushing and pulling you to her own accord.

"Oh gods- dammnit-" She's bucking her hips into your face, her hold on your head especially tight, she groans, it's from her chest, low and thankful. You feel her stutter with the orgasm rolling over her and she pushes you away. Her chest heaving.

"You're a dream, you know?" She's pulling you to your feet, she laughs when she has to steady you a bit, then she kisses you. "Taking such good care of me all night. Looking so pretty while you do."

You feel her hands on between your shoulder blades, she's kissing down your jaw and neck, you're putty in her hands, waiting to be put where she wanted you.

"Come on," She's picking you up, wrapping your legs around her middle, "tell me, before I could touch you like this, and you had to take care of yourself. Tell me what you thought of. I'll tell you mine."

"It's so embarrassing-" You honest to god whine at her, if she were a stronger woman she'd be able to suppress the shudder it sent up her spine.

"Tell me, I'll give you whatever you want, all night if you do."

"It was just you-" You groan as she sets you down on your back and crawls on top of you, "your voice, I could hear it in my head so clearly." She's grinning from ear to ear, impish and coy.

"What was I saying? Was I bossing you around?" She laughed a little because gods you were an idiot, all she had to do was lay you down and you were spreading your legs for her.

"Sometimes-" Your chest was stuttering.

"Oh?" She pushes the syllable through pursed, curious lips, "what about the other times?"

"You're moaning," you're bucking your hips, searching for pay off, something anything the heat was unbearable. "Saying I'm good, calling me pretty-" You couldn't help the hand you brought down to rub over yourself, it was just something else for Karlach to look at.

"You like when I call you pretty?" She's attacking your chest with kisses that leave a burning trail in their wake, "you touch yourself and imagine me watching, calling you pretty?" She laughs that laugh again, the one that makes you wanna lay face down for her. "Maybe you're just as far gone as I am."

"I definitely am." You're practically begging her to touch, after 10 years of holding back she finds it almost impossible to deny you.

"Wanna see if it's as good as when you dreamed about it?" She's pulling you up, turning you over, you go because you're so stupid for her when you get like this, she could walk you off a cliff if she wanted.

" Are you gonna make yourself cum for me?"

This was overwhelming, you felt drunk, your emotions were running so high, you were so horny you could sob, "I'd do whatever you want-" She was kissing at the backs of your thighs, you could feel her breath on your desperate fingers.

"Oh, careful pretty girl you're giving me too much power." She's laughing, her voice was low against your skin and it made you shudder. "I might not be so nice next time."

"No, no, you can do whatever you want to me Karlach- fuck-" You gasp, feeling her thumb brush against you.

"Whatever I want?" You can hear the grin in her voice, impishly charming.

"Yeah, anything-"

"I could tie you up?" She nipped at your skin and that paired with the thought of it alone could get you to cum, "yes please-" Your eyes were glossed over, you were pushing your hips back into her, begging for a firmer touch.

"Oh gods, you've gotten yourself into trouble now. And here I thought you were a nice girl." One of her hands pulls your upper thigh, right were it meets your ass, to get a better look at you.

"You know," Her other hand joins, taking the other thigh, you can feel her nails pressing your skin, "really I can't think of anything else to say but pretty. You are so pretty for me. I can't blame myself for thinking you were a good girl, how could anyone so pretty be bad?"

All you can do is moan, practically cry at it.

"You know it's everything too, not just this." Her thumb brushes you again and you actually think you feel your soul leave your body. "The noises you make, and that pretty red blush you get every time you look up at me. Like I'm deflowering you every time I touch you. Ravishing you, scandalizing you."

"Karlach, please-" She hadn't asked you to beg, that was all on your own accord.

She makes a pouting noise, faux sympathy, "alright, I'll give in. Tell me where you want me, pretty girl. I can't say no to face like your's."

You don't know where to start, you want it all honestly. Lucky for you she's started, replacing your hand with her own then slipping her fingers into you. You were melting into the ground below letting out a desperate warbling moan mixed with a handful of profanities.

"Good or bad-" She cautions and you shake your head, the momentary loss of friction makes your eyes water desperately.

"Good! Good, Karlach, please, fuck-"

You were whining and moaning into your arm, which had been previously holding your chest off the ground. Your eyebrows turn up at it, "oh fuck-"

You were acutely aware of how well she knew your body at this point. Every stroke into you had you moaning, rumbling from your chest, the momentum she'd picked up carrying with a bounce in your cries.

For a split second she was gone, stopping to wrap her arm around your front, as quickly as the touch was gone it was back. Then her free hand was in your hair dragging you up to press your back against her chest and fuck it hurt a little but in a way that made your spine tingle and ripped the most beautiful fucking moan Karlach had ever heard out of you.

"Oh sweetheart-" She moans it into your neck, "you'll kill me at this rate." Her arm wraps around your middle and you grip her forearm with your hand, the other coming around your back to hold onto her there.

She picked back up to pace quickly with you against her chest, bounding forward with unrelenting force that hit you so hard she could hear it in your voice.

"That's it, you pretty thing, just like that, huh? That's perfect." She's cooing into the crook of your neck, "good, good job."

"Fuck-" Your nails dig into her arm, "fuck me, Karlach-"

"The mouth on you lovely girl," She groans into your neck, pulling you into a sloppy but stupidly hot kiss.

"When it was me, waiting to finally touch you, this is what I thought about." You can feel her breath behind your ear when she speaks, "all the different ways I could completely undo you, how good you'd be for me while I did, how you would beg for me to do it. I'd never make you worry about anything, no." She tsks, "I thought about how much fun it would be, taking care of you. I got off thinking about your pretty, empty head, getting railed by me. How'd I do?"

"I'm gonna cum-" You somehow manage to choke it out, "'m gonna- fuck!" Your eyebrows knit together and of course she grins.

"Go 'head, I wanna see it." She was kissing your shoulders a hand coming down to thumb at your clit, you keen loud and still bouncing, "wanna hear it-" She murmured into your skin, "I definitely wanna feel it too."

"Oh fuck-" You gasp, your eyes roll back from the shock of it. Thank god she can't see your face because you must have been drooling. The jerking tenseness of your hips and the way you called out her name like she was an angel would drive her insane for months to come all she can do is sink her teeth into your shoulder.

If it wasn't for her arm around you you'd have slumped to the ground.

"That good?" She laughs and you nod.

"Come on, let's clean you up." She lays you down and takes the extra pieces of cloth you had on hand to wipe you clean, "are you alright?" You only nod again and she chuckles,

"and she was too stunned to speak. Another knock out performance by Karlach."

That gets a snort out of you and you shove her arm, "come off it, K."

"Uh oh, someone sounds tired." Her hand rubs your stomach, you're purring like a cat.

"No I'm not." You drag your hand down her stomach, obviously downwards and she laughs.

"Easy there solider, I think the others are expecting to do a least a little adventuring tomorrow. You look ready to pass out anyway." She gathers your clothes up, then you where you'd crumpled into the floor.

"Come on solider." She hoists you over her shoulder, "let's go to bed, I'll get you all tucked in nice and warm in my tent."

"Yeah, okay....good idea K." You were content to dangle over her shoulder, "K, I love you."

"OH I know you do, pretty." She pats your backside, "but I love you more."

You gasp as she drops you onto her bedroll, "no way!"

"Yes way." She's kissing and nuzzling your neck while you laugh, "admit it before I have to ravish you right here in this tent to prove it!"

For as delightful as your touch was your laugh was just as intoxicating, you nodded desperately trying to squirm away from the ticklish kisses and bites.

"Lay down." Karlach pulls away, smiling, "I don't think there's anyone on the planet who's ever loved anyone as much as I love you." She thumbs at your bottom lip, "and I don't think there's anyone in the world half as a pretty as you are. Sleep tight knowing that." You preen at her words as she settles down into bed with you.

"Let's go to sleep, we haven't go much nighttime left, no thanks to you."

#karlach x reader #karlach x tav #bauldrs gate 3 #karlach #bg3 #karlach bg3

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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Me sitting sooooooo nicely

Could you possibly do “you can sit on my lap” from the prompt list with Fatgum? As NSFW as your heart desires, but I loooooove how you write him! (Ngl your depressive episode reader fics got me through some tough times here and I treasure them with all my heart)

omg thank you for sitting nicely!!!!

A quiet day in seemed to be exactly what you needed, it was all the more delightful that Taishiro was there. You were glad he'd found the time to spend with you, even moreso to spend it lolling around your. place together. You'd ran a few small errands during the day but ultimately came back together in the afternoon, content to enjoy each other's company. You're sitting on the couch, watching some silly television program when you decide to start washing up. You announce it as you stand.

"I'm gonna wash my face and stuff, maybe put on some PJs."

"PJs?" Taishiro sounds excited, "maybe I'll follow your lead."

You grin and stand in front of his seat, "we can't go to bed too early."

"I know, I know, I wanna spend as much time together as possible too, but we might as well be comfy while you tell me all your work gossip. I swear I'll stay awake, and if I don't I owe you big time....but I will stay up."

You laugh at that, a quiet lilting sound that Taishiro feels like he's always chasing. His hands rest on the back of your thighs and he leans his head into your stomach, "go on, I'm excited to talk to you some more. You're leaving me with a crazy cliffhanger with that HR lady."

"She works in finances." You chuckle as you kiss his brow, "but sure."

You make fast work of washing up it wasn't anything major, just washing the oils from the day off your skin and changing into a comfy set of shorts and a teeshirt. You didn't look when you reached into your pajama pile, and the shirt you produced was a bit smaller than your average bed time tee shirt but it wasn't too tight or restrictive and you figured it would be nice to have some more exposed skin for Taishiro to brush his fingers against anyway.

When you emerge again Taishiro looks surprised.

"Woah-"

"What?" You prickle, "you know I don't have any matching sets or-"

"No it's good, a good 'woah.'" And he's being honest, all of your newly exposed skin looks equally tantalizing from your thighs to the sliver of your belly showing over your shorts. He realizes how close you'd been all day and how little he's actually be able to touch.

"Come here," he eggs you on, "don't torture me now, I'm just a man."

You go to him, no real reason to deny him popping up in your immediate thoughts. In fact all you can thing of are reasons to indulge him.

"You look pretty as a petal." He's smiling, grinning impishly at you, "'re you gonna let me touch you?"

You flush, surprised at his change of mood but not at all displeased, "of course I am."

"Lucky me." He huffs out a quiet laugh, "come on, you can sit on my lap." The motion is so practiced and easy, you'd dare call it muscle memory.

"That's perfect." He's already sliding his hands into your shirt, the devil.

"Is this what you've been waiting for this whole time?" You laugh a bit, unable to even feign anger with him.

"Oh no," He assures you, "I was just...listening to you talk with that pretty voice of yours all day, watching you play with you hair, and smile at me like you do." His hands are gliding up your back pulling you closer to him easily.

You don't mind the direction this is going in, you indulge him, maybe a bit selfishly. You kiss him, hands holding on his shoulders and sliding down his chest. You enjoy the feeling of his lips wandering down your jaw and neck, and his hands sneaking lower to your belly then your thighs. You don't mind taking off the pajamas you just put on, and he certainly doesn't mind undressing and shifting his own clothes to get as much skin to skin contact as possible.

For all intents and purposes you liked being in his lap, you felt surrounded by him, and something about the idea of him watching you, egging you on along the way lit a fire inside you. And watch you he did, he liked having you on his lap just as much. He could touch and guide you but also leave you to your own devices and he could watch. He liked to let you set the pace, especially at a time like there where he would just like to ravish you with attention from all fronts. For now he'll huddle you close, and follow the roll of your hips while he continue to kiss around your lips and jaw. When you work yourself up to a climax he'll welcome you, slumped over into his chest, and he'll stand, taking you with him. He'll clean you off and bring you to bed and you won't have to say a word if you don't want to. He'll huddle you even closer under the covers and rub circles in the nape of your neck until you doze off for the night.

#taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x reader #bnha x reader

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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can you do HCs of mundane turn ons for the main companions ? PLEASE <3

These are fun

omg maybe my Wyll bias is showing his is way longer. He just eats like he eats everyyyy time.

Slight nsfw under the cut :3 maybe more than slight

Shadowheart: Watching your hands, especially if you've already slept together or started a relationship. She looovvess your hands, she loves to watch you fiddle with things, thumbing at the pages of a book, picking locks, or spinning a small blade between your hands. She could probably explain it in depth if she wanted to, but she was a lady of simple wants and desires and so she doesn't feel the need. She'll fantasize about your nimble, practiced hands all night if you've managed a particularly impressive slight of hand. She's already attracted to the rest of you, so imagining how skilled you are is the final nail in the coffin for her. She'd want to feel your hands in her hair, grazing down her back, tracing the divot of her spine. She wonders how quickly you could undress her, how quickly you could undo her with just your hands.

Astarion: He enjoys seeing you with Scratch and the owl bear, and Tara and all the other furry (or hairless feline) friends you make on your adventure. He isn't sure why. It makes him feel warm, and after decades of chasing burning hot desire a pleasant warmth is a thousand times more satisfying. Though he'll groan and complain at your acts of benevolence to other people, he can't help but feel a soft spot form for animals. He didn't think he'd enjoy seeing someone be so kind and warm. He does. There are moments where he's watching you befriend yet another stray, scratching behind it's ears or under it's chin where he almost longs to switch places. He'll be the first to admit he's lead such a terrible life, a truly loving and gentle touch has been far and few in between. Seeing you care for the four legged friends you've made makes him feel hopeful, he wonders if you would care for him like this. If you would extend such a gracious and gentle touch to him. He feels warm at the thought of it. Soft lips and a feather light touch tracing down his chest, over his stomach. Would you smile and coo praise at him the same way you did with the cub? Would you call him wonderful and brilliant too? Would you mean it?

Gale: Obviously we know he enjoys watching you in a fight, he's said so himself. So I'll do you one better, the inverse. Seeing you freshly cleaned, sparkling with the water of whatever river or lake you'd jumped into drives him just as mad, or maybe it's your wet hair. It doesn't come from the typical carnal sort of desire to make you dirty and sweaty again, no, that's not Gale's style. He just wants to see, all of it, every inch of your perfect, clean skin. He wants to feel your wet hair against his palms, or huddled into the crook of his neck while he touches you all over. The smell of your soap and the way your wet skin looks even more supple than when it's dry is so painfully inviting for him. Some may say that Gale just loves you, dirty, clean, dry, wet, and so on..maybe that is the case. Something about your still slightly damp, freshly cleaned skin is especially intoxicating. He really does just want to touch and kiss, not to sully or dirty just to love and enjoy. He doesn't even know that body worship is a kink that's just how he acts.

Lae'zel: Being an asshole Bickering. At first it actually pisses her off, your snide remarks, the way you brush her off or roll your eyes should make her angry at you, she should hit you, instead she just wants to pounce on you, she wants to wipe that smug look off your face...with her face...while you're both naked. It pisses her off, it makes her stumble over her words, forget herself. She can hardly look at you when she insults you. If you laugh at her, she'll be white knuckling through the end of your argument, then she'll go rub off in private. Unless you notice, and once you get to know her better it probably isn't too hard to see. Turn your rude bickering into coy teasing, egg her on and on until she simply can't help but give into herself ('what are you gonna do about it?' 'ok, make me.' 'I'd like to see you try' etc...) It'll be an angry sort of lay but not a bad one at all, and once you're bent at her will she'll ease up on you, once you've been together a while she may even apologize for being rough with you. No promises.

Wyll: He loooveees when you're sleepy. Propped up trying to read a book but you're eyelids are slipping closed every few seconds? Trying to wash up but having to scrub your face just to get through the routine? Sleepy giggles at Gale's decidedly unfunny joke? He can't help but just imagine you cuddling up to him, asking for sleepy kisses, trying to sneak cold hands into the hem of his shirt to rest on his warm belly. He can't help it, you're so intoxicatingly lovely when you're tired like this and though he feels terribly un-gentlemanly he can't deny the fire in his stomach when you yawn and say his name "Oh Wyll, " you snuffle with the yawn and look at him with tired eyes, "I might need to call it a night." He may have to bite back some strangled noise of arousal, especially if you're already trying to cuddle up with him. He can't help but let his mind wander to how you'd be so sleepy and coy with him had he the mind to take you some place private. It would be a bold faced lie if he said he didn't think about settling down with you, wrapping you up from behind, letting his hands roam freely, and in your tired state he doubts you'd be very hard to work up. You'd be too sleepy to resist all your desires, he thinks about the way you'd release all your inhibitions, he wonders where you would kiss him, you'd indulge him all your secrets biting and licking him in all the places you'd been secretly admiring. He wouldn't complain, he burned to know it all actually, in a sort of selfish way. What were you normally too shy to tell him? What drove you mad for him? He wouldn't mind your sleepy groping, he'd happily let you bite and moan and prod at him. You'd guide his hands to where you wanted them and lazily take what you desired and he would just be so happy to take care of you. You would have a sleepy sort of romp he'd set the pace, huddle you close, kiss you and praise you and it would all be lovely and drowsing and put you both to a great nights rest together.

Karlach: The back of your neck (especially if you have long hair that usually covers it). If she ever tells you and you laugh she'll tell you to fuck right off about it. She can't explain it, watching you pull your hair up, or guide it over your shoulder is entrancing enough but then there it is. The nape of your neck, the short hairs there, your skin looks soo smooth and perfect, she wants to kiss it, or maybe bite it, depending on how frustrated she's feeling. She'll think about pressing her thumbs into it and watch all the tension in your shoulders melt away. She's always favored coming up from behind, she's always pulling your hair over your shoulder, or offering to tie it up for you to 'get it out of your face!'. It's a self serving gesture at it's core. She'll think about kissing it, feeling it flush under her hands and lips. When you do finally get together she'll enjoy seeing the way the nape of your neck glistens with sweat while your together, she thinks it's a great place to have a hold of you for a multitude of reasons.

Halsin: He likes seeing you exert yourself, maybe it's some kind of primal instinct or something, or maybe he just likes to know how far he'll be able to push you later that night. Either way, he can't help it, he thinks it may get better as you grow closer but it only grows worse. Blood and grime caked to your skin don't deter him at all, and if we were drunk enough he'd admit the smell of your sweat, and the salty taste of it on your skin when he kissed or licked or bit you drove him mad. He struggles to be subtle when he watches you after a fight or during a long up hill hike. The rise and fall of your chest makes something in him tighten, the glisten of sweat on your skin, seeing your hair stick to your forehead, the flush of your cheeks and the way your lips part to take in deeper breaths....it all drives him a bit mad. He'll quell his desire to ambush you and drag you off to a secluded forest alcove with a myriad of debauched daydreams, all of them making his stomach stir. First he'll wonder if he could get you into a similarly winded state, if he could make sweat roll down your back, if you would melt for him like you melted at the unrelenting heat of the sun. How would his name sound as a desperate gasp for air? How hot would your cheeks feel under his fingertips when he takes you by the chin and squeezes your face in his hand? The way your lips open to take in deep and thankful breaths only makes him want to completely ravish your mouth. He thinks about what it would take for him to exhaust you so much the weight of own head would be too heavy and he'd have to keep you up with a fistful of your hair.

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i have a feeling this is gonna b a halsin girlie safe haven which is so epic

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your gang orca praise kink stuff goes soooo crazy please give us some gentle dom praising from halsin w Fem reader PLEASE

glad u like it thank u!!

yall are crazy outing your praise kink in my ask box. Ask and u shall receive tho!!! Kind of a long one, i care for u guys so I have to feed u.

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Aches blossomed like weeds all over your poor body. Maybe you should have brought Halsin along on this one, a healer would have done you well about 3 hours ago. He stayed back, or perhaps he went on his own way for the day. For all your not seeing eye to eye Astarion was seemingly happy to help you hobble along with an arm slung over his shoulder.

He's biting something back and Karlach all but shoves it out of him.

"Thank you. For...taking those hits for me." He rolls his eyes when he says it, but it does nothing to veil his grateful tone, "i can't imagine it was pleasant."

"It wasn't." You muse back, "but you're helping me along."

"Well-" He sputters, "I figured you could take it since you have Halsin waiting for you with baited breath every night."

He was right, you did. He tried to be subtle, to give everyone a once over after a hard day, but he always lingered on you. He liked you, perhaps more, it was obvious. At least when you stumble back to camp he has a reason to make a b-line to you first.

"What happened?" He takes you from Astarion, who snickers a bit at you.

"Nothing, just the typical day." You shrug.

"Is everyone else okay?" Bless him, he feigns interest in the other 3 trailing behind you.

"Don't worry." Wyll waves, "we'll live."

"Come with me." He doesn't even respond to Wyll, he was not as good of an actor as he hoped to be.

You go with him, not that he gave you much of a choice, guiding you away before he could even finish. He settles you down by a shallow river not too far off from camp. He brings a bowl and a rag, with a small sack of supplies to clean you off with.

"I know you're capable." He starts, as he wipes layers of blood and grime away from your skin, "i'm not underestimating you-"

"I understand." You cut him off before he can prattle off into a nervous explanation as to why he seems to favor you over the others when you're injured.

You fall back into silence as he cleans you off.

"Look up at me." Fingers on your chin crane your gaze up to him, if he's trying to be seductive it has certainly worked, and if he wasn't it was cruel. He's scanning your face, his eyes meet your gaze.

"Will I live?" There's a coyness to your voice that just about knocks him off balance.

"Yes, lucky me. Does your head hurt?"

"Not at all." You felt better, under his caring hands, there was a dull soreness now, it overtook the harsh and stinging aches.

It was already dark, nobody had bothered to call the pair of you for dinner, perhaps more knowing than they let on.

"Can I do anything else for you?" He asks, kneeling now but still tall enough to be gazing down at you. The dull light of your lantern made him glow.

"No-" Suddenly you can't play coy anymore, it's like his sucked the air out of your lungs, he takes your hand.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" when he asks he traces his fingers over the back of your knuckles.

"Of course." You nod, something flutters under your ribs. He brushes his lips over the back of your hand, and it lights you up. It's such a silly, small, innocuous gesture, but it makes your stomach warm.

"Thank you." He looks up from the back of your hand to catch your gaze.

You kiss your teeth, your mouth feels dry all of a sudden, "why thank me?"

"Because you're allowing me." Halsin murmurs it, "I'm grateful to be let so close to you." He kisses his way up your arm in a galant gesture, though it makes you feel light headed none the less. When he reaches the crook of your neck, the shallow divot where your shoulder ends he stops, and drops your arm gently onto your lap.

"You can act modest, or play coy," He continues despite the lack of contact, which makes you feel cold and even more exposed then when he's ravishing you. "But you know how I want you. You indulge me."

"Please," You're fluttering, you try to sound casual but you're fluttering like a moth and Halsin is a big, bright fire drawing you in. "it's self serving."

"Even better." He elects to sit beside you, "indulge yourself in me."

"Oh gods." You feel hot, in the back of your neck, in your chest, between your legs.

"What?" Halsin reaches for you, you let him, he wraps an arm around you, he draws you in. "don't you want to?"

"I do-" You're practically whining despite the fact he has not denied you, and probably never would. You turn your face into his neck, nosing at his collar. He makes a pleased noise at the feeling, and brings a hand up to cup your hair.

"Then tell me what you want. You can have it, you deserve it. Anything, just tell me."

You aren't sure when you make your way into his lap, when the desire to taste his skin becomes so potent that you have no choice but to glide your tongue over his collar bone. He's happy to rub up your back and thighs, to pull your closer by the back of your head.

"Is it me you want?"

You moan, gasping, you aren't sure when you started rutting against his leg, but he seems all the more happy to have you there so you cast aside the sheer embarrassment of it all.

"You can have it, you can have me. All you have to do is take it. I'll let you, I'm yours for the taking."

You practically cry at that, you aren't sure when you'd become so pent up.

"You can have me." One of his hands is holding onto the bend of your hip, guiding them against his leg in a languid rolling pace, "you already do. You deserve it, all of it, whatever you want. Tell me."

You let him take your shirt off, you're more than keen to free him of his.

"I must have been particulalry well behaved in my past life." For a breif moment his hand releases your hips and he's gliding rough palms over your chest and stomach, "you're such a lovely thing..." He ducks down, kisses at your chest, pulling you away from the perfect friction of his thigh to the warm heat of his mouth and tongue.

He's kissing, licking and nipping at the newly exposed skin while his hands trail over your ass, up your back and thighs, drawing you in impossibly closer to his mouth.

"I'd give you the world, anything you'd ask." He pushes the small of your back, guiding you back down onto his lap, "but you only want me?"

"Do you really feel that way? That I should have whatever I ask for? Whatever I want?"

The sight of your chest heaving, glistening from his mouth makes him groan, "how could I not? Tell me what you want, My hands? My mouth?"

You feel on the verge of passing out, terrible and blissful all at once.

He lifts you as he stands, but just a quickly sets you down again laying on your back.

"Are you sore?" His hands hold your waist, his nose is at your jaw, "I'd be content just to stay here, looking at you, kissing you. We would not need to anything more to sate me." He assures you, "the sight of you like this alone would be enough to satisfy me for lifetimes to come."

"No." You're breathless, you shake your head.

"No?" Despite what he's said he sounds hopeful, grateful, pleased even.

"No." All you can think to do is repeat him. You help him help you out of your pants.

"Will you let me?" He's already lowering himself between your legs, you flush.

"You hardly have to ask permission."

"Yes?" He pushes you for it anyways, of course you indulge him.

"Yes."

It's been hundreds of years, of course he was an attentive and...skilled lover, but this was almost too much.

Your back arched off the ground, his hands were there, big and warm and slightly rough, he held your waist there his fingers wrapping around to the small of your back where it arched. Where they held you his hands pulled you closer, just barely.

He didn't protest when your thighs closed around his head, when they squeezed, or when your hands pulled him impossibly closer by his hair. In fact he sounded more than pleased at all of the above. Every time he had a spare breath he was singing you praises. You were perfect, you cried out for him perfectly, and you were so easy to love.

His hands squeezed your waist where they held you, he groaned every time you called his name.

When you do reach your climax it almost blinds you for a second, but Halsin doesn't seem interested in letting you rest until you force him off with a keening sort of whine at the overstimulation.

"I'm sorry," He's kissing at your legs, your lower stomach and up your ribs ravenously, "I can't bring myself to stop with you."

It's so easy to open yourself up to him, to let him take and for you to take what you want.

"You're so lovely." He's kissing around your chest, subtly gasping for you air, "I'd mistake you for an angel if not for the things we do together." He guides your legs around him, closing the small amount of space left between you.

"If I didn't know you to be so truly good then I'd mistake you for something much more sinister than an angel, considering the spell you must have put on me." He's arching up into your hands, turning and preening at every touch and heavy breath, "do you know what you have done to me?"

Eventually you stop your head spinning enough to fumble with his pants, until there's nothing at all between you.

"I was taken by you from our first meeting," He groans as you undress him, "but all the things I dreamt have been put to shame at the feeling of the reality of it in my hands." He takes in an uneven breath as your hands run over his cock, you turn your head to open your neck to him, he's glad to muffle himself into it. The feeling of his low groans vibrates the crook of your neck. You arch your back, pressing your chest into his which seems to set him over the edge.

"You're the most lovely thing I've ever laid my hands on, please, say you'll have me." As if it wasn't obvious, as if you weren't laying naked below him, blossoming at his lips and fingertips.

He guides himself easily into you It’s hardly painful, it barely stings, it tingles up to your stomach, and it’s pleasant. A blooming sort of feeling that you often pined for once it was gone. It was fleeting and easily missed when it dissipated. He's captivated by you, your expressions, the way you cry out, the wavering in your voice.

As with all things, he's incredibly gracious with you, giving you long, deep rolls of his hips and easy praise. He enjoys watching you melt from it, it makes his chest warm with affection.

"You're divine," He doesn't mind your arms around his neck, he holds you closer with a hand between your shoulder blades, "every single time." He enjoys the feeling of your hand holding the back of his head too.

"Every time I swear you can have me, but you're always bent at my will aren't you? Beautiful, obedient, and mine for the taking. Look at me."

All you can do is obey and nod, maybe a bit dumbly. You wrap your legs tighter around him, there was no way you'd last very long in this state. He holds you by your chin, he keeps his eyes on you whenever you cum, muttering out obscene praises. Occasionally he'll use his hold on you to turn your head to the side, to observe your throat, he swears he can see your pulse beating.

When the pair of you are finished Halsin seems perfectly fine to dip into the shallow river, it hardly reaches his waist.

"Come here," He insists, "I'll hold you."

"is it cold?" You roll over to see him.

"No, barely." He waves you over, and fuck, you're still coming down from your high, still bent at his will. You go to him, you let him guide you by your hand into the river, once you're close enough he holds the crook of your elbow, then the bend of your waist.

You rest your head against his chest as he runs wet hands over your hair.

"Many people have held my favor in my life," He looks down at you, "but I don't recall ever being so enthralled by someone." He runs a wet hand down the side of your face, "some days I dread the thought of our paths diverging."

"Don't think you'll be rid of me so easily" You manage to be a bit cheeky. Despite yourself you brush gentle fingers over the side of his neck, he closes his eyes thankfully.

"Kiss me." His voice is quiet but steadfast. Of course you go to him.

When he pulls away it's just enough to speak, "you know I adore you, tell me you do."

"I know." You grin and push his damp hair back, "you're especially sentimental today."

"I suppose I...must have missed your company." He decides, "we usually travel together."

"Is that it? I'm not complaining, maybe we'll travel separately more often."

He groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, "don't be cruel to me when you were so well behaved all night. I'm not sure what I'll do."

You laugh, bracing yourself against his chest as he prepares to drop you into the river, "no please, I swear to keep you dutifully at my side from now on, just don't drop me in this water!"

He's ravishing your neck again, your laughter made his chest burn with affection, "I truly can never deny you."

You have a feeling tonight may be a longer night than average.

#halsin x reader #bg3 #Halsin #bg3 x reader #bauldrs gate 3 #bauldrs gate 3 x reader #halsin bg3

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26. "Don't think about anything else." With hizashi please<3 if you could incorporate some nsfw 🙏🏽 i would love to read what you have. I love your writing!

yess!! thx for asking :3

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Who knew routine could be such a comforting thing. Now you were miserable, on the verge of tears, locked in your workplace bathroom. In a few short hours you would be on the subway, on a short but always unchanging journey home. Then you would be home, in a bath, a shower, having dinner, and today would be a bad dream. You scrub your face in the bathroom mirror, letting the thoughts of whats to come calm you. You trudge through the rest of your day with that same calming notion cooling your chest. It doesn't make the day easier to get through but it helps you cope.

When you do manage to get home you kick yourself, in the stress of your day you forgot about the one variable in your routine, Hizashi. There he was, sprawled out on your couch playing a game on his phone, even a stranger could see you were worse for wear.

"Do you want me to ask about your day or..." He trails off and you shake your head.

"Let it lie."

He makes room for you, easily. You go to him, it feels good, you hope he's willing to pick up your slack since you don't want to think about anything for the rest of the night.

"Are you hungry?" You feel his hand on your arm, his palms are soft, softer than you'd expect from a pro hero. You just nod and drop your head onto his shoulder, grateful for the familiar touch. "Not in the mood to decide?" He wonders.

You nod again and he takes it in stride, "I'll order something then, on me." A grateful wave hits you and you collapse into him, laying your head in his lap and wrapping drowsy arms around his trunk, "thank you."

You mutter it into his shirt, it's muffled by the fabric but he hums none the less. He taps around on his phone then tosses it onto the coffee table. You sit mostly in silence as you wait for the food to come. Hizashi was normally very talkative, but he was just as intuitive, and he was happy to muffle himself by concentrating on rubbing your back with his fingertips. Occasionally his hand finds its way into your hair, gently tugging and rubbing at your scalp. He's practically bathing in all of your small, thankful noises.

"You love when I take care of you." He says it knowingly, his tone of voice equal parts smart, teasing, and proud.

"I'm exhausted." You don't deny it.

"I know you are." There's a teasing sort of sympathy in his voice that makes your stomach heat up even more so as he continues, "I'll take care of you, don't worry. " You flush, but don't address the arousal his words and tone of voice have caused to wash over you.

He ordered something simple, something you never complained about eating, it was plain and palatable and perfect.

You settle in to watch something simple and mind numbing on the couch until you feel ready to lull of into sleep and crawl to bed. Hizashi gifted you a tee shirt to wear and it hung over you perfectly, you rested against his chest. His hand is rubbing small circles on the soft skin of your stomach.

"Wanna talk about it yet?" He wonders, chin resting on your hair.

"It just sucks some days." You mutter, "I don't know, just a full, busy day."

"I see." Hizashi ducks into your neck, peppering gentle kisses there, "you just need to unwind then?" You only nod, that same arousal peeking it's way into view again having previously been cast aside by hunger and a meal.

Your shirt is already ridden up to your stomach where his hand is rubbing, once small circles turned to long, languid strokes running all the way up to your chest, until he elects to bring his other hand down to rest permanently there. If he can feel you warm under his palms he doesn't comment on it. With one hand free he trails knowing fingers down to your thighs, he squeezes, pulls and prods at the supple skin there.

He smiles when you drop your head back and onto his shoulder, you feel it a soft huff of breath through his nose. "You're very suggestible when you're in a bad mood."

"I'm not in a bad mood." You argue, though the few words you'd spoken since coming home indicated otherwise.

"Of course not." Hizashi finds the waistband to your underwear and thumbs at it, giving you ample time to protest before sliding a hand inside, pulling them gently away. He knows what to do, he always has, long skilled fingers work on you easily, rubbing, pulling, loving ebbed on by your moans and thankful sighs.

"I'll take care of you." He promises it, his other hand still rubbing over your chest, "you like the thought of that." The knowing in his voice makes you shudder.

"Even when I tease you, you kind of wish I wasn't, I get it." The flush of embarrassment heats up your chest, "you can't decide if you want me to be nice to you at times like this, or mean. It's okay to want a little of both. Is that what you want? Both?"

You keen at the thought, more than the thought, the reality. He was being perfectly kind and giving, the pleasure rolling over your stomach told you so, but the heat of embarrassment his words brought confirmed the inverse too.

"You can play shy." Hizashi chuckles at your keening and squirming, "that's lovely too.."

Even when he wasn't boisterously loud he still had plenty to say.

"I see right through you." He pulls his hand away from the heat between your thighs and you keen again, a whimpering sound that would surely embarrass you later but didn't bother you now, under the heat of his palms.

"Hizashi-" You chest is heaving, he seems to like that too.

"Look at you." He murmurs it into your hair, just behind your ears, "tell me what you want, you can have whatever you want."

“I want you to take care of me. Please, I want to not worry about anything, please."

He makes a quiet sound at that, a sort of 'psht' he kisses is teeth too, like he biting back some sort of noise of arousal.

"Is that all?" He says it like it's easy, "don't think about anything else." then you're huddled into the corner of the couch and you're happy to be there, with him on top of you. You're starting to undo his pants, the only task he seems keen on giving you for the day. Everything else is on him.

He's happy to find a pace you like with just a bit of trail and error, he's happy to let you kiss him, to moan into his mouth while your hands scramble into his shirt or pull on his hair. You finish before him, he seems keen on that.

He cleans you up off the couch, brings you into the shower where he's more than happy to give into you some more. He washes you off between touches and climaxes. Then he settles you into bed and joins you happily, huddling you into his chest and rubbing small circles over your lower back until you doze off.

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