#Bauldrs gate x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello! Can I request small drabble with Astarion and his very chaotic adorkable son? Have a nice playthrough! :3

A/n: YES! More dad Astarion! Also thank you, I will 🥰

Astarion loved his little girl, so much like you. Nothing but kind eyes and smiles from his little Sun spot. So when you approached him, informing him that you were carrying his child, well he couldn’t help but feel ecstatic about it.

I mean it’s not like he was trying to get you pregnant again, it’s not like he wanted to see more little versions of himself and you running around causing havoc.

And soon his son was born, a splitting image of him as you would often say, but his son was not his nothing like his little girl.

His son had more of a….fiery personality though the others would see him as being more chaotic.

Astarion often found himself saying no to his children, it would be worse when then would look up at him with big eye, quivering their lips.

“Astarion!”

‘Of course Gale would have to spoil his mood, it seemed the man deemed it his responsibility to look at you whenever you were pregnant.

“What do you want now? If you are asking for my beloved ! She is sleeping…she’s been awfully exhausted.”

Scowling for a moment, Gale patted out his singed robe. “I am not here for that!” The man snapped, though he took a deep breath to calm himself as he stepped towards Astarion.

“I am here for your son.”

“And prey tell me what has my son done?” Astarion stated as the three year old rushed towards his fathers arms. “Because in my eyes, he can do no wrong.”

Scoffing, Gale turned his head away as you slowly walked towards them.

“Now look at what you’ve done, you’ve awoken sweetness with your loud voice.” Astarion snapped drawing you close to his side as his son buried his face into his neck.

Gale parted his lips then let out an irritated sigh turning his head away for a moment. He could have sworn he saw the little bugger flash him a smile before he turned his head back into his fathers embrace.

“Just, watch your son Astarion. He made a small fire, one that nearly wet my robes on fire.”

“Nonsense! My children can do no harm! Especially my sim.” He stated as Gale let out out an irritated sigh.

Shaking his head, Gale cleared out his throat as he tipped his head to you and your daughter that was clinging to Astarion’s pant legs. “Just…keep a better eye on him, or at least teach him how to properly cast the damn spell.” Clearing out his throat, he gave everyone a tight lipped smile. “Have a nice evening.”

Once he was gone, Astarion gave his son a smile as he tossed him in the air. “What a good boy you are.”

His son squealed with laughter as he then wrapped his arms around his neck. “You’re not mad papa?”

“Of course not! I’m just going to have to teach you how to sneak a little better.” Astarion glanced up at you, though you shook her head you did have a smile on your lips.

Feeling rather pleased with himself he started to walk off to were you both would train. “Now come along everyone.”

Rolling your eyes, you grasped your daughters hand following Astarion and your son. “Let’s make sure they won’t burn the forest down. The last thing I need is Halsin being upset.”

Nodding her head, her curls bounced as she skipped off to her father.

Pausing in your steps your hand moved your your growing belly, your gaze softening on Astarion and your children. After all the trauma he faced, you were happy to see him slowly recover.

“Are you coming my treasure?”

Humming, you stepped towards him as you took hold of Astarion’s hand. “Yes, but let me teach him somethings. I know the perfect spells.”

“Anything for you my love.”

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[mashiraostail]

Hiiii if i could get a bg3 request I would love to see what you can write for "are you warm enough?" with Halsin?? he's my fave and I bet you would do such a good job with him *chefs kiss* can it be fem reader maybe slightly suggestive plzzz thank you!!

omg my first...bg3...daddy halsin I will try my best!!! I hope you like!!!!

Even Karlach couldn't deny the unmistakable chill in their air this place had. Even since you set up camp your teeth had been chattering and your stomach was restless. It was cold, inhospitable land for miles out of eyeshot, you wondered why your adventures could never seem to bring you to someplace ample and kind.

"I'll try to get a nice big fire going." Karlach assures you, she puts a hand on your shoulder, ever since she got tuned up she was always keen on putting a hand on you. You were happy to let her, she still ran hot even when she was on cool down.

"Thanks Karlach." You hug yourself, trying to save the warmth her hand left behind as she pulled away.

"Someone just needs to cast fireball in the middle of camp." Despite her words Shadowheart didn't look all too cold, maybe she just enjoyed the idea of some more chaos and destruction before the day was out. You chuckle none the less.

You glance around at everyone's tents, yours was feeble, you cursed your affinity for traveling light. Maybe someone would be kind enough to bunk up with you for the night... You had an inkling of a thought about who to bother for the favor.

The fire started quickly, and brought some much valued warmth to the camp, Gale set a few cloths and blankets by the blaze to warm them up for the night. What was once unbearable cold had turned into mild discomfort as dinner preparations began.

You're holding a warm bowl of a stew-y, broth-y amalgamation to your face, letting the steam warm your numbing nose and cheeks when you feel something heavy and warm wrap around you.

"You look freezing." Halsin sits beside you, "not a winter creature I see."

"I'd prefer to hibernate." You gratefully wrap the heavy animal hide around yourself tighter and set your bowl aside, "I was made for warm, warm weather, glistening sunlight and beautiful riverbanks, scantily clad and swimming with the fish."

Halsin laughs at that, you sit shoulder to shoulder with him. You're happy to feel the way his body shakes with the sound, and to siphon the warmth off him.

"That would be a sight for sore eyes." He glances down at you, just barely moving his head to see you. "I can certainly see the appeal. Come here." He opens an arm to you and you don't need to be told twice. You huddle thankfully into his side.

"I never thought my adventures would lead me to such a terrible place." You say it quietly, "even Karlach is cold."

"I have faith that all of this will be sorted soon." Halsin welcomes your legs as they slide over his lap, "I've never met someone as steadfast in their goals as you are. Or as talented to pursue them."

You don't know what to say to that, ever since becoming a party all anyone had done is sing you praises, even the once prickly Astarion had kind words for you. You'd never seen yourself as particularly special, you just did what needed to be done, or so you thought.

"Will you sleep by the fire?" You elect to say nothing about it.

"I think it would be warmer under some cover. You can keep that for the night if it will help. If you'd like to stay by the fire it shouldn't catch." Everybody else had slunk off to bed, you think Gale lined his tent with books to keep the warm air in.

"That's kind, thank you."

"I could hear your teeth chattering across camp." When he laughs softly you only feel a huff of air from his broad chest, "I was cold just looking at you."

"You must be tired." You feel a crushing weight suddenly, you wonder why you had been chosen to be the hero now. The fear of what's to come paired with the sinister cold in the air made your chest tight.

"I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me." The crackling fire illuminates all the best parts of his face, the cut of his jaw, the wide bridge of his nose, the lines of his smile and his heavy brow. "It's all going to be alright." He must have sensed your worry or the shift in your mood. Your head falls onto his chest.

"We should rest." You take a deep breath and stand up.

Halsin takes one of your hands, still sitting in front of you, "I'm always here, if you need me. For anything." You just nod at him. "However you need me." He insists, "a friend, a listening ear, a lover....I'm a dog at your side. I swear I am. However you'll have me, however you'll need me. Tell me you understand that."

You worry at your lower lip as you look down at him, "I only want you, Halsin. Exactly how you are now." You squeeze his hand, "I'm sorry I soured."

"A good mood is a delicate thing, in a situation like ours." He kisses the back of your hand, the fondness sends a warm wave over your body radiating up your arm to the center of your chest. "you'll come for me, if you need anything at all?"

"Yes I will."

"You aren't just saying that to put me at ease, are you?"His lips are still by your knuckles as he speaks. He looks up at you with earnest and kind eyes. These quite, kind nights at camp carried you through hostile and dangerous days...you were glad to have him. So glad you could hardly speak

"No, never." He smiles at that, perhaps not convinced, but content. He lets you go.

You toss an turn for what feels like hours, the cold made the night drag on terribly. You wonder if much time had passed at all, you're grateful for the blanket but still discontent. You get up and trek across camp, the low light of the fire guiding your way. When you reach Halsin's tent you're almost...nervous to go inside. It was nothing you hadn't done before. Though you always went together, now you were alone, and uninvited disturbance. The cold spurred you on and you slowly roll the entrance open and poke inside.

The slowly dying fire illuminated the inside of his tent, and him where he laid on his back.

"Halsin." You whisper. "Halsin."

"Are you alight?" He sits up, "what do you need?"

"I...well I was hoping...since..." You feel embarassed now, coming to ask to sleep in his bed like a child. That's when he notices your blanket, still wrapped aorund you.

"Would you like to spend the night here, with me? You're cold aren't you?"

"Freezing." You nod and he waves you inside, fastening the tent's closure behind you. He wrestles through a bag and produces another blanket.

"Come to me." He's made ample room for you so you go, easily and guiltless now. "I feel cruel." He's looking at you intently when he speaks.

"Why?"

"I think you're beautiful in the cold too, maybe just as beautiful as you would be swimming in that river. You're glowing." He holds a hand out and of course you lean in to him. His voice is low, but welcoming and warm, "come right to me."

His hands on your face are warm, his lips are warm, for the first time since setting camp you feel warm. Really genuinely warm, from the inside out.

"Are you warm enough?" You were under a heavy hide blanket with him, and still shrouded in the one you'd worn on your hike over to his tent.

"Yes..I do feel better." You nod, "thank you for taking care of me."

"I wish you'd asked sooner." His hand brushes back your hair, and covers on of your numbed ears.

"I didn't want to be too much of a bother. You helped me out so much with this blanket already."

"Please." His knuckles drag over your jaw and down your neck, "i've been kinder to you than handing off a spare blanket. You've given more to me than a simple companion during my dinner. I'd be thrilled to have you here, every night. Warming in the palms of my hands, for me." His lips are soft on your temple.

The heat of embarrassment filled your face and neck, thought even this warmth you were thankful for. You were thankful still as soft kisses trailed from your temple and down your neck, and warm hands slid up and over your belly to cup your waist and glide gently up your back. Every touch and kiss had a warmth to it, the kind of warm buzz you get from your first few drinks, or after a hearty meal. Thankful sighs and quiet moans hit your skin as warm puffs of air, all happily contained under the warmth of your blankets.

The warmth of it lingered after it all too, his hands covered your gently heaving chest, trapping it inside you. You feel so warm that it's an easy feat to doze off with him there, you feel his nose in your hair, taking heavy, grateful breaths of you. As you slide into what should be an easy night of sleep you nestle back into him, content to know he'd stay there as long as you wanted him to.

#halsin x reader #bauldrs gate 3 #bauldrs gate 3 x reader #halsin

[the-creche]

Little Star ⋆⭒˚.⋆

-Astarion x fem!tav

-shoutout to my pookie bear friend i wrote this for <3

-fluff but angsty, something short and sweet, enjoy :]

200 years of torture.

200 years of sadness, darkness, anger, meaningless sex, and hurt.

200 years of being used.

But all people when they look at him see a flirtatious, chaotic, high elf who was turned into a vampire. He knew he was more than that, he was an amazing fighter and had a beautiful mind. He wants comfort and a safety net to lean into, not into arms of people who will use him again and hurt him again.

But you?

You are different. Yes, that can be said about a lot of people. It's a big world after all, but it was true. You saw him as an actual person. Not a thief, or a quick fuck. But a real person, that has thought of loneliness and dark thoughts along with happy and cheerful ones. We all deserve people in our life that care. It may have taken him years to find you, but later is better than never.

His head in rested on your lap, looking at the lake a few feet away from you both. It's nighttime now, and the moon is out, full and bright to shine down on Astarion. Like the night sky was calling upon him, wanting their little star to join them in the sky.

Astarion sighed. He's never been this close with anyone, to let his guard down like this. But since the moment he met you, you were someone he could trust you. He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard you say,

"Something on your mind?"

He nodded and began to speak, "It's just...I know I tell you this a lot, but thank you for everything..." He started, his body curling up and tensing. Ever since the fight with Cazador he's been distant mentally. He just couldn't really accept the fact he's gone forever. Yes, he hurt him, but he was such a wicked and vile character in his life who made him into the man he is today.

He felt you pet his hair, running your fingers through his silver white, curly locks. It was comforting. He still wasn't use to your soft touches, "I told you that you don't have to thank me," you chuckled, almost seeming like it was a silly thing to say. He sat up, facing you, "No..! You just, don't understand...I know you know what happened to me, what Cazador has done...but you gave me the courage to fight back, I have to thank you... I was scared, nervous...and those thoughts came back when I saw him again," he protested, almost pouting at you. The moments he felt while killing Cazador, were so much to handle and still affected him even just thinking about it.

You thought it was cute how he barely stuck his bottom lip out. But at the same time, you could tell it was weighing heavy on his heart. Your finger push a loose piece of hair behind his hair, looking into his eyes. His eyes that held so much emotion and that have seen so much.

"Astarion, you don't have to thank me. I know, you think you have to...But my love," you smiled softly, cupping his face "You did the right thing, and I'm proud of you. You should know I'll always be proud of you,"

He nodded, looking down at his own lap, "But...I-I was so scared," he said, tears brimming his waterline, threatening to spill over.

"Remember what I said. Just because you are scared, doesn't mean you're not strong...And you are the strongest man, elf, or person I know," you gently said, taking his chin into your index fingering and thumb. You look at his tearful eyes, your free hand wiping his tears for him.

Astarion hugged you quickly and tightly. He felt like a child reaching for his mother after a bad dream. That's what this all was, a bad dream. He took deep and shaky breathes, feeling you rub his scarred back up and down. The scar that was a constant remind of what happened to him...But you made him feel a bit better about it.

He soon relaxed into your hug, soon going into your original position of his head resting in your lap. He requested you hum a tune to him as he closed his eyes. Yes, he couldn't sleep, but it felt nice to close his eyes and go into his meditative state.

If he could sleep, he would dream of a normal and better life with you.

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #bauldrs gate 3

[mahiiimahiiii]

I have three wips

Two gale angst and one game domestic. Fight

(context:

Betwixt the sheets and stars: late night conversations with gale

The less we know the better: durge feels guilty about a lot of shit and cries like a bougie bitch, gale says it's ok to cry and they make out sloppy style

Perhaps...perhaps.: durge has night terrors, and gale melts all that pain away.

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[authorautism]

Masterlist

Started: 2023-04-24

Updated: 28-02-2024

Fandoms [will expand]

General Head canons

omegaverse

BNHA

SFW

Bakugo x GN!reader soulmate au

NSFW

Creepypasta

General headcanons

SFW

NSFW

Naruto

SFW

NSFW

Kakashi Omegaverse HCs

Dr. Stone

SFW

NSFW

Homestuck

SFW

NSFW

Bauldr's Gate 3

SFW

NSFW

Gale headcanons Omega!Gale headcanons

#masterlist #kept up-to-date

[mashiraostail]

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.

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

[mashiraostail]

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.

NSFW under the cut!

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

[mashiraostail]

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

[mashiraostail]

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I got curious about Astarion’s Ascending scene so I reloaded my save.

And I got half way then stopped him and it made me sad since he started to attack but now I want to write a fic out about this.

Where he goes and attacks Tav { the reader } and stabs them but he then snaps out of the rage.

{ I’m blaming that Cazador’s power corrupted him for a moment }

And he realizes what he’s done and he breaks down holding a dying Tav {reader},

then the reader cups his cheek saying they love him, that they don’t blame him and either Tav dies in his arms.

Or out of desperation he turns them using the little power of Cazador in him to save them.

So we got one full blown angst ending.

Or a

Bitter sweet ending.

If you all want me to write this.

#fic idea #fic ideas #bauldrs gate 3 #Bauldrs gate #Bauldrs gate Astarion #Astarion #astarion romance #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

[mashiraostail]

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."

#bauldrs gate 3 x reader #wyll ravengard #wyll x reader #wyll x tav #wyll ravengard x reader #wyll ravengard x tav

[mashiraostail]

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I lowkey want to write a fic where Astarion finds out he’s gonna be a fatherz

{ look if the tadpole can sever his connection then why can’t it make him potent)

And he’s scared at first but deep dork he’s happy because he finally has someone that loves him, he finally had that family.

#fics #fic ideas #bauldrs gate 3 #bauldrs gate Astarion #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you

[mashiraostail]

OOMMG YOU LIKE BG3??? WHO ARE YOUR FAVES??? (can i claim 🪐 as an emoji i’ll b here a lot now…)

hehe hi!! i love all the bauldrs gate games !!! I’m a Gale girlie at heart, he’s so special to me lol. I like Halsin and Wyll too but my fave romancable companion rn is Karlach i cant seem to stop going back to her !! Ofc Astarion as well who doesn’t love him. I love all the companions tho and would be happy to write for any of them so feel free to send requests :3 !!

#bauldrs gate 3 #halsin x reader #astarion x reader #bauldrs gate 3 x reader #gale dekarios

[multi-fandom-imagine]

25 MINUTES! 25 MINUTES AND YOU ALL CAN SEND ME REQUEST’S.

#bauldrs gate 3 #bauldrs gate 3 x reader #bauldrs gate 3 x you

[mashiraostail]

Hi there, I was wondering if you would write some vlad, Kugo, and hound dog x fem reader with nipple piercings and how you think the guys would feel abt them, if they like them or not and if they play with their nipples more because of it I love your writing btw 🖤

I'm gonna start going through old asks but feel free to send new ones! I have mine done and they certainly slay. I did also spend the past two years getting crazy body mods and making myself unemployable hehehe idk what this phD is even for because I'm big time tatted up.

I wanted to start with my best boys (esp Kugo :3) and some headcanons. I've been rewatching the show which is what made me think abt and miss the blog a little. Idk if the demand for MHA content is still there so I'll probably make an updated post with other shows and media I enjoy (big Bauldr's gate rn!!! yall already KNOW who it is.) NSFW under the cut!

Vlad: *I think he would be the least surprised upon noticing them. He's maybe seen them on other partners, or just is familiar with the concept. *the first time he notices them through your shirt probably went something like this: You're fresh out of the shower, pajamas sticking to your still damp skin as you pop into the kitchen for a drink. The relationship is new, and he's still in awe of you. He's always eyeing you in an appreciative way, especially when you're freshly showered, his eyes climb up your exposed legs shimmering from your body lotion, to your stomach and waist, and of course to your chest. Usually they'll slide up to your shoulders and linger on your neck and the cut of your jaw, but today they stop. Your shirt was smaller than usual, and of course it complimented your chest but there was something else. "What?" You pull the bottle of water away from your lips, "do I have toothpaste on me?" "No." He shakes his head, "no you don't." You cap the bottle and shrug, starting to walk by him, "I'm gonna go watch the-" Before you can get by him he grabs you by your arm, "what is that?" He's looking at your chest again. "My boobs-" "No I know." He looks up at your face, "are those your-" "Oh yea. I guess you've never seen them like this before huh? You can see them through a tight shirt." He's blinking, he's taking it in. All you can do is laugh, "go ahead." "No I'm an adult. I don't need to squeeze-" "It's fine, go ahead." You bridge the short gap between your lips and kiss him, holding him by his jaw and pressing the full weight of your body against his. After the fact he might be slightly apologetic for getting worked up so easily. *H's probably the most delighted by them too. I feel like he's just a horny guy, he's easily worked up, his brain always goes right to the wrong place. *Wearing a baby tee with no bra underneath so he can see them prominently will drive him up a wall. *He might get used to it with time, but all you have to do to hook him in is lean over the table at him, get him to look a little too long and he'll be bent at your will. *He loves them, he loves when you change the jewelry, colorful rhinestones, short chains, or captive hoops are all equally enticing to him. Red is his favorite on you though. *He'll lavish them with attention in bed, especially when he's going down on you, one of his hands is always occupied. If you're especially sensitive you'll need to tell him. *He likes to use his mouth too, the metallic taste on his tongue paired with the taste of your skin is a huge turn on for him.

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Kugo: *Most perplexed. He's probably not encountered them before. Show him the ropes, let him know they help rather than hurt and he'll be good. The first time he sees them he's going to have a lot of questions: Honestly, getting into a car and going home with Gang Orca was not necessarily in your plans for the evening. If anyone asked Kugo, taking home a random reporter was also not like him at all, in fact he had never done it. Maybe it wasn't fair to call you random, he had your phone number, you'd met before, you even had a friendly and slightly flirtatious banter. Maybe you had been sending him signals all along, maybe he had failed to pick them up, until now. He doesn't even get the chance to ask you if you're sure about this, if you want to sleep with him, if you'd been hinting at that this whole time, because you're straight to business as soon as his front door closes, climbing him like a tree. He guesses you were sure. Your excitement was contagious, you were handsy and giggly tugging him further into his home. You end up ontop of him, stopping your assault of kisses to sit up around his waist, "hey are you sure you want to..." You trail off, hands at the hem of your shirt, "I won't be offended, I was probably coming on so strong this whole time." You laugh a little but Kugo shakes his head, "take off your shirt." Your sweater flys off, something about the fact you've been bare skinned under that sweater all night makes his stomach warm with arousal. His eyes catch two shiny, metallic adornments. He reaches up instinctively to touch them. One hand still holding your waist. Your gasp makes him pull back. "Sorry does it-" "No it doesn't hurt." You catch his hand before he can pull it away any more, "the opposite." He spends most of your first sexual encounter fixated on them, licking, brushing his fingers over them, squeezing and so on, but you don't mind. *That being said he'll grow to love them as well. *Especially enjoys seeing you touch them in bed. *If you're riding him he won't be able to keep his hands off though. *Doesn't have a preference for jewelry, but if you ask him to pick you out something he'd secretly be delighted, he'd probably pick a barbell with some small charms on the ends, maybe hearts. *Lowkey already a huge boob guy so they just draw more attention to what he likes!

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Hound Dog: *Mostly indifferent, doesn't get the point. *Until you're fucking, then he gets the point, then he likes them. A lot. *He doesn't avoid them during sex but he doesn't give them special attention either until one specific night: You're in missionary below him, his hands are holding onto your waist as his pace increases from dizzying to bruising. He likes to watch your face, your furrowed brows and the way you draw your lips between your teeth drive him nuts, it's almost impossible to get his eyes off. He'll let his gazy flicker downwards though, he likes your body almost as much as he likes your face, seeing the bounce of your stomach or the way your thighs shake is also rewarding for him. Today he stops on your chest though, bouncing to his almost abusive pace the dim light in the room catches on the jewelry, it's tantalizing, begging to be touched. When he ducks his head down to roll his tongue over one the moan you let out and the way you say his name would have probably made him cream his pants honestly, and the cherry on top is the way you hold the back of his head, practically burying him in your chest. Safe to say he gets the appeal after. *Lowkey likes rings better than barbells, he'll start to gently tug them, enjoying the way it makes you buzz. *Likes to pick jewelry out for you, for all your piercings, wants them all to match!

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