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Damn…now I dunno how to feel

Love and Longing

Premise: When Elminster delivers Mystra's blessing to reprieve Gale from the Orb's volitile nature, there's a certain something he's been denying himself for over a year and he's finally alone in his tent 👀🍆💦

• Gale x gn!tav • 18+ • E/M Rating

Gale's POV, reader referred as "you", no mention of specific pronouns or genitals, porn without plot, male masturbation, fantasising, oral both recieving, penetration, jealousy, love, longing, horny!gale, fluff, lemons, Astarion x gn!tav referenced, marking if you squint

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Gods bless you @wizardblood for this gifset we gladly receive 🥵✨

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Gale looked down at the solid protrusion currently causing his bedroll to tent, attempting to keep his breathing even.

It had been what felt like an age since he'd allowed himself to indulge in arousal.

He lay under the blankets, naked as a babe, anticipation crackling in the air around him.

After removing the charm on his underwear to suppress such feelings, it had all come flooding back.

Especially with you around.

His attraction to you was undeniable, however much he thought it impossible; especially after his heartbreak with Mystra. Nevertheless, his feelings for you grew with each step you took, every kind word and all the good you sought to accomplish.

You'd spoken in his defense passionately when Elminster had delivered Mystra's word; the fire in your heart had rivalled that of Karlach.

You'd vowed that there was another way to be found. That you wouldn't allow him to sacrifice himself.

And he loved you for it.

Gods dammit, he did.

He'd fallen hard for you.

He tried to deny it, of course.

It wouldn't lead anywhere.

He had to die.

It was his destiny to end the Absolute, whatever the cost.

No matter stolen glances across the campfire. Ignoring the heated moment of magic between you, where you'd shown him how you felt for him.

Besides, you'd taken Astarion to bed multiple times since the Tiefling party. He couldn't compete with the sultry advances of the Pale Elf.

His paultry offerings of affection wouldn't stand a chance.

But still, a part of him envisioned what life could be like if it was spent by your side.

Hearth crackling, the day's sun swooping low in the sky across the water, two arm chairs and a bottle of wine.. candle light and the smell of strawberries, sweat and arousal. The sound of your voice against his ear, the feeling of your wet, ribbed warmth welcoming him home after a long and stressful day.

Gale licked his bottom lip, his breathing heavy. He reached a hand under the sheets, in the privacy of his tent, to indulge in thoughts of you.

Gods, he wanted to use his mouth on you, he wanted to drown in your heady scent. He would press kisses against your inner thighs, teasing and tormenting, languishing tongue and teeth.

Your unfettered arousal evident before him as he would glide his mouth up your sex, tasting your sweetness and salt. You'd moan his name and wind a fist into his hair, sending sparks through his scalp.

He took the tip of himself in his first fingers, pre-cum had already gathered between the slit and dripped onto his stomach.

Taking a deep breath, he began to gently pulse the head. He hissed as blinding pleasure seared across his vision and sunk low in his belly.

"Ahhh.." he exhaled, with a widening, sinful grin.

Finally, he could touch himself after all these months.

He gritted his teeth against another groan that tried to escape. The sensation of oanism foreign to him but welcome, thoughts of you flooding his mind, as he fell into an old, familiar rhythm.

Oh, you would moan so sweetly underneath him, as he filled you to the brim with his cock. You'd envelop him to the root, sensually clenching your walls around his girth.

Gale replicated the feeling by adding a second hand to squeeze, imagining you enveloping him.

He moved slow and deliberate, like you were taking him for the first time. Every rib of his fingers torture against his sensitive flesh. He pumped his hands in unison, along the thick, veined length of himself, building up the pressure constricting his erection, increasing the speed and fantasizing that he was entangled in your loving embrace.

He'd hold your legs aloft, parted just for him. You'd bray like a wild animal in heat, with the need for his throbbing length to ride you to climax.

One hand clumsily slid to cup his testicles, to massage them and drive him closer to the edge. His hips gyrated at nothing, rutting against the thought of you.

You'd climb to take control and ride him like a stallion through the night. He would hear the salacious slapping of your cheeks against his hips, as he'd watch you bounce yourself in wanton bliss.

He'd hold on to your waist, fingertips digging in hard enough to cause contusions.

He wanted to bruise you, claim you as his own. He wanted to sucker his ownership right over Astarion's bite marks.

He had no right to this ugly and repulsive feeling of jealousy, he knew this.. but he couldn't help himself.

They both vied for your attention and he couldn't stand that Astarion had tasted you when he hadn't.

He wanted to hear your cries as he fucked up into you, slamming your hips down on him harder. Gods, he wanted his name on your lips.

Gale licked the sweat gathering on his top lip; he imagined it was you tasting him.

He fantasied about you using your beautiful mouth on him. You'd cover his body in long, wet, trailing kisses before you'd take him in your mouth. You'd gorge on his cock until he couldn't breathe. Your skillful tongue needy to please him. Your hands wielding a very different kind of weapon, sheathing it entirely down your spectacular throat.

You'd look up at him through lidded gaze, his hard length completely engulfed. The contact would be searing, it would burn him to the spot, it would ignite his soul and turn him to willingly to ash.

There would be love and devotion in your eyes, blissful happiness in your heart.

Gale swallowed and shook his head from side to side.

He wanted to see you.

Wanted you to see him.

See him like this for you.

Helpless and desperate for just a moment of you.

He wanted you to look at him with adoring eyes that turn lustful, when you see him abusing himself, with your name on his lips.

Gale uttered the illusion cantrip and you appeared on your knees beside him. He gasped and smiled brightly at you. He knew it wasn't real but gods he wanted it to be.

You smiled back at him, infatuation shining in your eyes.

"Gale.." softly came the only word he'd been able to summon you to utter. It was warped but it was still your voice. It was still you.

He threw back the covers so you could see him. See all of him. Naked. So you could drink in the sight of him stroking his thick, alert and wanting cock to the thought of you.

"It's for you. Only for you. Going to come for you-just for you." He managed, his voice husky from lust.

"Gale.." You whispered, licking your lower lip and gliding your hands up your strong thighs. You cup yourself through your camp garb and palm yourself in circles, "Gale.." you moan, throwing your head back slightly as you ground against your hand.

His hips twitched unconsciously at seeing your image pleasuring yourself for his enjoyment. That you felt this joy together.

A rumble started to build behind his cock, it tightened around his belly and coiled itself around his legs. It rose through his chest, painfully electrifying his nipples to stiff points, as it wound it's way to the base of his skull. There it gripped him, held him, allowed him to go no further.

He whined in frustration. Gods he wanted to come, it had been so long, so very long.

"Gale..?" Came your voice, he looked at you and his stomach flipped uncomfortably in desire.

You looked spectacular; hair mussed, eyes glassy and wide, lips pink and swollen from lust. Still touching yourself through your clothes, rocking vigorously against the friction.

You placed a hand on your heart and threw your head back in ecstasy. His body began to violently tremble in anticipation.

Oh gods, you looked resplendent on the precipice of orgasm.

"Gale!" You whimpered, sweat glistening on your skin, "Gale.. Gale.. Gale.." you moaned between breaths, your image replicating the noises he'd overheard when you'd snuck into the forest, and committed to memory. The reckless abandon of your heady moans of pleasure. Your face tightened and released, your mouth falling open to gasp.

The desire at the back of his head suddenly pulled taut, every muscle strained, pressure swelling behind his erection. His eyes rolled back in his head, before he came undone.

He jerked and thrashed on his bedroll, trying and failing to keep his ministrations to himself. Thick spurts of cum shot over his stomach, chest and neck, as he came hard for you.

"For you-all for you-only for you." He whimpered, his jaw tense, teeth bared.

He pumped raggedly, squeezing every single drop of his seed from himself. It was almost to the point of pain but the pleasure balanced it perfectly to make the suffering delicious. His muscles seized and toes curled to their fullest extent, as he huffed out a breath and lay feeling weightless on the carpeted interior of his tent.

Gale lay there breathing heavily, sweat damp on his brow. His softening cock still pulsating with after effects, within his loose grasp, as his brain buzzed with static.

His heart felt twice it's size and his entire being was in total elated relaxation, with a doltish smile plastered across his face.

He could quite happily lay like this forever.

It had been so long.

He couldn't remember release being like this.

It was.. dizzying.. violent.. euphoric.. transcendent.. monumentous..

sticky..

cold..

uncomfortable..

"Oh no." Gale groaned, as he looked down on his masterpiece.

Your image had disappeared; there was no way he couldn't have concentrated through that kind of orgasm, even if his life depended on it.. and Mystra's eyelids, the mess he'd made of himself.

His cum lay heavy on his stomach and chest, spattered up to his neck and jaw. Hells, it was even on the floor!

He internally grumbled to himself.

This was the not so fun part of masturbation.

The sharp thud back to reality and the clean up.

He sighed. Well, that was short lived.

Lucky for a Wizard, clearing away the stains of his growing shame, was painless.

Gale waved his hand and the evidence of his debauchery disappeared.

He suddenly felt empty and hollow. The euphoria of release gone all too soon. Slumping back on to his bedroll and bringing the covers up against the chill, he frowned to himself, a cavernous feeling in his chest.

Gale waved his hand, using his last spell slot to conjure your image again.

You appeared laid down with him, tucked closely, your stunning eyes soft and content.

His heart ached; he wanted this.

It didn't matter how much he denied it, he knew what love felt like in the beginning and this was it.

This wasn't because of a covetous, lustful haze from the urgency of ejaculation.

It was comfort.

It was safety.

It was love.

And it terrified him.

More than the thought of ending as a small blip in the farest reaches of the realm. More than dying alone in excruciating agony.

Falling in love with you scared him because it meant that now, he had something to live for.

You smiled sleepily at him and readjusted yourself to get comfortable beside him.

"Night." You whispered, blowing him a slow kiss, closed your eyes and curled in nearer to him.

He stared longingly at your resting form; you looked so peaceful. Wet stinging burned his eyes and he sniffed dryly.

He needed to get to sleep.

He really should..

You'd only last a minute.

He couldn't bare the thought of opening his eyes again without you there, laying beside him..

Tears fell from his eyes and dripped to his pillow, as he shut them tight, "Goodnight, my love."

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that1cosplayr · 11 days

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Your stuff is so amazing!!!! Asdfghjkl

Love to hear what Gale dreams about before he and Tav admit their feelings....

Small blurb on what keeps Gale up at night. Aka you/tav. My wizard husband is so sweet 🥰

Tags: fluff, longing, writing a man to be perfect, tad bit of angst.

Gales eyes were wide open, staring at the cluster of stars above, though his mind was distant. Not but a few feet away slept the one he so longed to call lover, to share the same bed and whisper eachother longing good nights. To kiss under the moon, fingers hooked together, and think of eachother in the dream realm.

Instead, he held his own hand, a habit he carried too long to remember when it started, to stop him from feeling truly alone. The comfort usually came from knowing he would always have himself, and Tara not far behind. But the idea of your hand in his crept upon him nightly. How would your hands feel? Soft? Hardened from battle? Would they fit into his own? Would you mind his fingers drawing circles on your skin?

He couldn’t bare to let you go, not daring to lose you to some deep feelings. Deep feelings that made days and nights feel fast, getting lost in your voice, struck on your talent in battle, speechless at your body. You were a dream he wanted to hold onto forever. But, no one can dream forever. He knew what needed to be done, what was happening around you all, far too much to be selfish and want you all to himself, especially knowing his own journey would come to an end soon enough. He had wished, once, that you had never met him, for if you really did care about him, as impossible as it seemed, you wouldn’t have to go through the loss and pain if you survived the orb as well.

But there was this nagging in his head, the fantasy of a life together, so riddled with impossibilities that made any sort of future futile. But gods did he want it. To see you in his home sounded too far from reality enough, let alone home cooking a meal, you finally meeting Tara, your legs draped across his lap while you listened to him read you a book. It was a vision of paradise he knew he could never have.

So he closed his eyes, the stars bright light lingering in his vision, or lack there of, for a few moments. Letting the small comfort of a future wash over him and into his dreams, letting him escape into the idea of a reality he would never think to become true.

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Romanticizing my villain arc (going to therapy)

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first round of bg3 doods from my suggestions!!

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oh! oh! JAIL FOR MR DEKARIOS! JAIL FOR MR DEKARIOS FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!!!

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When the netherese orb in your chest ruins your love life for a SECOND time 🤣

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Fragrant time of the month...

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So, we all love Gale’s mirror image/simulacrum, and how the ‘certain measure of Gale’s personality’ that he retains is Gale’s sweet, dorky charm…but is Gale himself aware of this?

I don’t believe we ever see Gale actually interact with his mirror image, as it always appears as a replacement when Gale is elsewhere.

It’s possible Gale has always just assumed he’s created this 100% straightforward, serious mirror image who radiates scholarly intelligence…because surely, that’s the aspect of his personality that it would pull from, right?

Imagine if one night, after Gale and Tav are married and living in Waterdeep, they start reminiscing about their romance. Tav brings up their first night together, and mentions how surprised they were to see Gale’s mirror image standing in his place at camp.

Gale is pleased, and says with a gentle laugh that he hopes Tav wasn’t too intimidated by his simulacrum’s stoic nature.

To which Tav responds oh no, not at all! They loved how adorable he was, and they still remember the cute pose he did to represent Gale’s personality!

Gale (perplexed): …darling, whatever do you mean? What pose…?

Cue Tav, perfectly miming this:

Gale:

HE DID WHAT

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Hot Summer Nights - Gale x F!Reader Smut (blurb)

Pairing: Gales x F!Reader/Tav Warnings: Pure smut - 18+ only! Use of female pronouns and physical descriptions, swears, piv smut, Gale's hair in a man bun Notes: So I initially started this as a full smut weeks ago, but I just couldn't find a good way to continue it (smut isn't my stong suit). But I still like what is here, so I thought I would put it out as a small blurb anyway - I hope you enjoy ☺️

“Fuck, I love you.” Gale’s voice was low and breathy next to your ear as he rocked into you, his chest pressed against yours.

His arm was wrapped around behind your shoulders allowing him to cage you in against the mattress while he pressed his chest to yours, hips bucking into yours slowly and rhythmically. The closeness would have been suffocating in the summer humidity had you not lost your mind in pleasure half an hour ago.

Your head was pressed against his forearm as you lay trapped comfortably between him and the bed. His other hand was firmly settled on the underside of your thigh, holding your leg bent against his hip and giving him some purchase to help buck his hips into yours.

Every time you clenched or quivered around him, his fingers dug deliciously into your skin, as if trying to maintain some control over himself. It took all his self-control to maintain the slow, rhythmic pace he had set that had you both in ecstasy and stop himself from fucking you into the mattress No, he wanted this bliss to last. That could wait for the morning.

His lips pressed against your cheek – mouth hot and wet as he trailed kisses across your skin.

You couldn’t do anything except mewl at his words, your nails digging into his back and shoulders as if trying to pull him even closer. Eyes screwed shut, brows furrowed and lips parted, panting, as he moved, his cock stretching you perfectly, stroking your already overstimulated cunt perfectly every time.

Even though the balcony doors were thrown open his back was still tacky with sweat beneath your hands thanks to the humid night and the half hour he had spent wrapped up in the sheets with his head between your legs.

The backs of your knees were slightly sticky with sweat as they bent to wrap around his waist, held open only by the weight of his body While his movements were relatively shallow, they hit you in all the perfect places every time, his tip brushing against your walls in a way that drove you insane, reducing you to a babbling mess beneath him with every roll of his hips.

Gale pulled his arm from below you carefully, letting your head fall back into the mattress below so he could sit back onto his knees. Both hands came to rest on your thighs, pushing your legs up further so he could watch where he fucked into you, his hair falling from where it had been tied up haphazardly into his face as his brows furrowed. The fine tendrils of hair clung to his forehead and cheeks, catching in the fine curls of his beard or sticking to the sheen of sweat hat covered his skin and made him almost glow in the moonlight.

“G-Gale..”

“That’s it, good girl.”

As your fingers came down to rub tight circles on your clit, his moved up to your breast, slightly rough fingers squeezing and rolling your nipple, making your back arch upwards into his touch. Every part of your body was on fire and you never wanted it to end.

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