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I’m tipsy playing BG3 and: Score for the “Gale is technically a sorcerer” conspiracy.

Along with the cute little “magma mephitic freaking out the house keeper” from the Grove you get this option while flirting talking with Halsin in act 3.

I’m not denying he was trained as a wizard, taught as a wizard but he was born a sorcerer.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #izzy rambles

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It’s Thursday so the baby is at my grandmother’s meaning I get to do fun things alone like clean, grocery shop, write and play BG3(a Gale origin run- very enlightening).

Except today apparently Odin wants to figure out what Scratch and the owlbear cub are doing. Very helpful.

#izzy rambles

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Elminster doesn’t even want Gale to blow himself up. 😭

Straight up says for Gale to rethink blowing up because he knows Mystra and that he (Elminster) knows what it’s like to have a “goddess fill your heart with longing. “

Even Mystra’s number 1 toy thinks she’s messed up for this one.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #izzy rambles

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Reaching Out

Part 7

Gale,

You did indeed write several things in your initial letter that I know you would never write in your right mind. That being said, I have no plans to disregard that letter in the slightest. I find drunk words are often sober thoughts. 

I’m going to say this for you very clearly. 

Do not force yourself to do something you don’t like. Sex is not like vegetables and the fact that I need to say that is very tiresome. If I have even the slightest feeling you are forcing yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable, I will not hesitate to tell Tav, who will be very hurt by the notion. 

Surely you realize this?

Tav loves you, and anything she does with you, she would want to be enjoyed by both of you. Some people simply do not enjoy mixing their pleasure with pain, and others do. 

I do not know exactly what happened between Tav and I, although I do have my theories. Theories which involve the above sentiment. For a very long time, my heart was not into seduction as it was something forced on me, and I think she realized that. You’ll have to ask her about it, though. 

As for that night, I had assumed you were all asleep. In fact, I waited for all of you to be asleep. Tell me, Gale, did you sneak around to watch us? Or did you just listen? Exactly how much exhibitionism are you into? Do you enjoy watching as much as you apparently enjoy the chance of being watched? 

This is a very new side of you I hadn’t imagined. 

Curious Indeed,

Astarion

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6

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Reaching Out

Part 6

Astarion,

I fear I may have sent a letter I wrote while inebriated. In fact, I am sure of it, given the state of my desk and the receipt from a courier I found this morning.  I worry I may have written several indelicate things. Please consider disregarding my last missive. 

Gale Dekarios

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5,

Pt 7

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Reaching Out

Part 5

Dearest Astarion,

I feel I should warn you that I have drank nearly an entire bottle of wine. Please consider this while reading. 

Do you remember the Loviatar worshipper at the goblin camp? I can’t imagine you’ve forgotten, I know you enjoyed Tav’s performance. I can’t remember if that was before or after you two slept together. So maybe you knew that she liked that sort of thing. 

She does, like that sort of thing, you know. She likes it when things go rough. I don’t. Or I don’t think I do anyway. I’m trying.

She’s never made me feel guilty about it, always says we have enough to keep ourselves occupied with in the bedroom. But I worry. I worry I am not enough. I worry she will grow bored of me and leave. I wouldn’t blame her. She’s never been shy about telling me exactly what she likes. Normally, I can do all of it. I enjoy bedding her on every surface of the tower or down dark alleys. She likes that a lot. Exhibit? Exhibitor? Something like that, I’m sure I’ll remember with a bit less wine in me. 

What if she realizes I’m rather boring, especially compared to the others she could have? Did you know Halsin wished to sleep with her? I admit I was rather jealous of the prospect and may have spoken a bit ruder than I would normally dream. Even with my power restored, I fear he has more to offer. You have more to offer, though I don’t feel that burn of jealousy when I think of it. Curious

 Why ever did things end between you? I thought for sure my chances with our lovely Tav were squashed the night I heard you two sneaking off. 

I can’t hurt her. 

Not even when she likes it.

I worry I’ll go too far. 

How does one learn to like something? I remember as a child my mother made me keep trying vegetables and swore I would learn to like them. Is it like that? Do I keep trying? I look at her right now, peacefully sleeping and can’t imagine my hand around her throat without a black sense of dread crawling up my own. 

I just want to keep her happy. 

Gale

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4

Pt 6, Pt 7

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#Reaching Out #bloodweave x tav #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gale x astarion #gale x astarion x tav

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Still

Gale/Reader 2nd Person POV

You serve as a cock warmer for Gale back home in Waterdeep.

(Warning: cock warming, creampie, and breeding kink(vague but added for safety)

“Gale,” a whine escapes from you against your will. If you had any sense left you’d be ashamed of how needy you sound, but sense had abandoned you long ago. It feels as if you’ve been like this for hours

“A little longer,” Gale coos distractedly into your ear. Despite his words, he keeps writing with no sign of stopping. 

Despite the fact it isn’t particularly a warm day a thin sheen of perspiration has coated your entire body. Wearily, you drop your head onto Gale’s shoulder and focus on the sounds of the wave crashing below the balcony. A breeze dances across your naked skin, teasing relief for just a brief moment before the air is still once again. You inhale shakily, allowing your eyes to drift shut as you try to relax. Every muscle in your body is drawn, taught with the effort it’s taking not to move. 

Gale seems oblivious but there’s no way he truly could be. (gods you hope not) The only thing that gives him away is his cock, rock hard and buried deeply inside of you. The rest of him seems unaffected and focused on whatever it is he’s writing. Unlike you, he’s fully dressed, only the placket of his trousers is undone, allowing his cock to nestle inside of you.

It’s not painful but gods, do you ache. He feels impossibly deep, as if your bodies have settled around each other and yours has drawn him in further than he’s ever been. There’s a burn deep inside your belly, too, and your half convinced the second Gale begins to move that you’ll come immediately. You want to move so badly, it wouldn’t take much to just rock against him. You’re finding it hard to think of anything else. 

At first, you’d tried teasing him. Fluttering your cunt around his cock in an effort to distract him, but Gale would have none of it. His only acknowledgment of your efforts was a quick pinch to your nipple before dropping his arm down around your waist. He might not be holding you down, but the promise is there if you were brave enough to try moving on him. The closest your daring had gotten was a shiver as you realized. 

So you sit, aching and trying desperately not to whimper as the only movement from Gale is the gentle sway of his arm as he writes. 

You don’t even notice when it stops at first until he drops his quill. The sound like a bomb in the silence. Somehow your body manages to tense even more in anticipation. 

“You’ve been so good for me,” Gale praises softly in your ear, his voice rumbling his chest at your back.

Your body trembles. You’re not sure if it's from anticipation or exhaustion. 

“What do you want my love?” He asks softly, the hand from around your waist gently smoothing up and down your stomach. 

“To move,” you’re nearly begging. 

Gale laughs. “Since you were amazing, how about I move?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, instead both of his hands drop to your hips as he gently rocks his own upwards. Realistically you know he can go no deeper but the movement alone is such a relief that you almost sob. It doesn’t take much - only a few more thrusts and his hand dipping down between your folds. His fingers barely brush against your clit before you’re sobbing loudly as you come. Gale holds you tight against him, rocking you through the waves of your orgasm. 

Once they subside, your body becomes lax, your muscles no longer willing or able to hold you up. Gale isn’t deterred. Instead, he grips onto your hips and lifts you slightly - beginning to fuck into you in earnest. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, each stroke upwards is simply for his own pleasure. And you allow him body limp, head lulled back onto his broad shoulder jostling with each movement. The slick sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you fill the room, drowning out even the sounds of the waves below. 

It should be degrading, the way Gale’s using your body. 

You love it. 

“So perfect,” he grunts into your ear, “so perfect and soft for me.”

Everything you know about this man tells you he’s close. From the rippling of his stomach against your back, to the way his moans are punched from him. You’re entire body is bouncing with each thrust, his hands move behind your thighs opening you wider for him. Gale comes with a thrust so hard that his entire chair scrapes against the floor as it moves with the force. You can feel him spending into you, warm pulses paint your insides. You can’t do much but whimper as he pins you against his thighs as he fills you. 

“So perfect,” he whispers this time, a few minutes later as your skin cools in the evening air, “you are so perfect.”

#gale x reader #gale x female reader #listen I was just was really in the mood for cockwarming gale #also I got an anon request for warming AFTER i'd written 95% of this #nonny I see you - we're on the same page. I swear i'll make it bloodweave x tav later

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Number one clue I’m a millennial (aka the elderly)- I’m physical incapable of writing on my phone.

The laptop is difficult but I do my best work on the desktop.

The little screen is for funny haha haha, the big screen is for work.

#izzy rambles

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Reaching Out

Part 4

Gale,

I forgive you for the reminder of my continued nocturnal nature and I am touched pleased to hear the two of you have considered me while making plans for your wedding. In that case I will certainly attend. As for the matter of the owlbear, I’m sure we can find a loop hole to allow him into the city. If not, can’t you just turn him into a cat or something?

Do you often think of my crafty tongue? I may just find it in me to blush. I’ve always thought you would be quite mundane in the bedroom, but these letters are beginning to make me second-guess that. But to answer your question, in a way, yes. I had barely begun my work when I was turned; I was quite young then. I don’t think I would have the same passion for it now.

I will also admit to being intrigued by your story from your academy days, were you never the one in trouble? It seems to find you as easily as it finds Tav.

You’ve managed to use enough parchment that I fear the pigeons will expire trying to carry them, and yet you’ve neglected to tell me what it is exactly Tav wishes for. Also, you’re asking for my help in regards to your sex life, I will continue to be forced to think of it until you finally stop speaking nonsense and tell me exactly what is going on. 

I also find it hard to believe Tav has made you feel guilty for something you’re unwilling to do in the bedroom. 

I sent my letter to her ahead of this one so there would be no mix up. 

Intrigued,

Astarion

PS Not that either

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3,

Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

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Reaching Out

Pt 3

Astarion my crafty companion,

Please forgive me for my inconsiderateness. I did not mean to remind you of your predicament once again. I simply meant we all have our trials, even when life seems to be going well. We had actually considered your presence while discussing our wedding. If you are still unable to join us during the daylight, we’ll marry at night on the terrace at Mother’s house under a thousand lanterns. Tav is even working on how to convince the magistrates in Waterdeep that it is of the utmost importance that our owlbear cub be allowed to attend. That is a matter you might also be employed to assist with. 

Do you miss being a magistrate? I know your crafty tongue got us out of a number of situations in the past. I can certainly see how magnificent you would be at the job. Perhaps some kind of night council? I’m sure there are a number of reasons why one might need legal assistance in the dead of night. In fact, I can think of a number of times I was required to trudge down to the jails during my academy days to assist in the retrieval of a few of my drunken classmates.  Of course, I may be quite eloquent but my skills, in that regard alone, do not match yours. So often I was required to spend my entire allowance in order to secure their release. 

While we’re on the subject of skills mine are just fine, in the bedroom and everywhere else. But you are correct in guess that this is the nature of what I wish to discuss with you. Although I’m not certain how comfortable I am at the idea of you considering my sex life so closely.

The issue is not with my skill or the size of my rod (of which I will not get into details, but it is quite adequate—I’ll remind you I once bed a goddess) but with some other things I may lack. 

Tav is of the adventurous type, and to some extent, I am too. I am more than happy to indulge her in most of her fantasies, of which she has a number. But I fear there are things which she enjoys that I have yet to convince myself to enjoy with her. I do not shame her for these desires; they’re hardly the most taboo things, but I simply do not share them. This is one area in which I will admit I am lacking. Perhaps my reluctance is because of the lack of knowledge of this area. Because of this I wonder if you might offer some insight or knowledge for me. Or better yet the name of a book so I can familiarize myself. This is exceedingly embarrassing for me. 

Tav sends her love and I am enclosing a letter from her to you. When you respond please keep in mind she is unaware that I am writing to you with these issues. 

Gale Dekarios

Pt 1, Pt 2,

Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

Also on AO3

#Reaching Out #bloodweave x tav #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gale x astarion #gale x astarion x tav #I'm having fun with the letters #don't expect updates this regularly

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Reaching Out pt 2

It's been several months since the defeat of the absolute. Nearly as many months since Gale and Tav have retreated to Waterdeep to continue their lives. Things are going well, or as well as one can expect. But despite their best intentions keeping in touch with their former companions hasn't happened. That is until Gale finally reaches out to, most surprisingly, Astarion for help with something.

Also on AO3

If any of you are familiar with my Kinktober 2023 works (specifically Like it Rough ) you'll have some idea where this is heading. But this is a whole new work and while it's heavily inspired by Kinktober fics, and will probably feature many of them, it's likely to swing in another direction. This is meant to be the longfic of them.

Part One

Gale, 

You certainly know how to catch my attention. That is, after I nearly fell into a trance from the beginning of your letter. A private request? About something in which I (not you) am the expert? Darling, what ever could it be?

It’s sex, isn’t it?

If I’m right, and of course I am, please feel free to elaborate. I promise I can be discreet. 

What could the nature of this problem be? Is your staff not performing as expected? More of a twig than a rod? Spells coming off a bit sooner than expected? 

I will be forced to imagine all kinds of scenarios until you decide to fill me in. That, of course, will be your own fault. 

It does not surprise me that our darling Tav has made friends with every loser in your city. All one had to do to get to our food supplies was bat their pitiful eyelashes at her and she was happily giving it all away. So perhaps it is a good idea that you return to employment as I’m sure you’ll find yourself short on coin any day now. 

I also wish to remind you that some of us are no longer afforded the luxury of bright days. Instead, I must be contented with clear nights. My research into a cure for vampirism evades me still so I’m not sure how I’d manage to attend your wedding? Perhaps staring out from a sewer grate.

It’s not all bad, though I find myself longing for the stars as they were those first nights near the grove. Never once in all my years did I imagine I would miss stars. 

I also miss Tav, even if she’s sickeningly kind, so give her my love. 

Astarion

PS absolutely refrain from addressing me as either of those things

Pt 1,

Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6. Pt 7

Also on AO3

#Reaching Out #bloodweave x tav #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gale x astarion #gale x astarion x tav

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Reaching Out

It's been several months since the defeat of the absolute. Nearly as many months since Gale and Tav have retreated to Waterdeep to continue their lives. Things are going well, or as well as one can expect. But despite their best intentions keeping in touch with their former companions hasn't happened. That is until Gale finally reaches out to, most surprisingly, Astarion for help with something.

Also on AO3

If any of you are familiar with my Kinktober 2023 works (specifically Like it Rough ) you'll have some idea where this is heading. But this is a whole new work and while it's heavily inspired by Kinktober fics, and will probably feature many of them, it's likely to swing in another direction. This is meant to be the longfic of them.

Letter One

Astarion,

It seems odd to not add an endearment to the beginning of my letters. My most fanged friend? My nocturnal compatriot? No matter, I’ll nail something down, of that I am sure.

I’m sure you’re curious as to why I’m writing to you after so many months. Truth be told, I find it an odd thing to do as well. I imagined I might keep in contact with Wyll or Shadowheart, but, and with no insult intended, I didn’t think my first letter since the incident would be to you. I also had assumed I would have reached out much sooner. But something has stayed my hand each time I’ve considered writing.

Things are well in Waterdeep, or as well as they ever are. It seems the stories of our adventure have softened Blackstaff’s attitudes towards me and I’ve been invited to teach once more. I look forward to it greatly. Tav is well, too. She spends much of her days exploring the city and making friends. I’m sure it comes as no surprise to you that we now regularly play dinner host to an ever-growing number of orphans and those down on their luck. The tower is oft filled to the brim on feast days, to the point we had to commandeer Mother’s house for Greengrass to accommodate everyone. 

We still haven’t settled on a date for the wedding, but you know that of course, as Tav would never allow it to happen without all of you there. I imagine we’ll find something next year. Just getting to be around one another has been a luxury we’re not quick to squander. 

It hasn’t all been bright days, of course. We all have our moods, things we cannot forget in the quietest hours of the night. Tav grows restless at times; adventure calls to her. I admit I feel its pull as well.  We’ve helped a few people here or there but hardly anything worth mentioning in comparison to our grand adventure. 

I must admit this letter is not just a friendly catch-up, as it ought to be. I have a request for you, one which, even now, I am hesitant to ask. So I won’t, for now. Instead, I will simply tell you it is a most private request, and I need to know if you’d be willing to assist me—not just me but Tav as well if that makes you any more inclined to help. I have no wish to make you uncomfortable, as I know we haven’t always been the most agreeable companions, so I will also allow that this is a subject of which you are reluctantly an expert of. 

If you are willing to assist me discreetly, please write back. Or rather, write back on any account, Tav would be delighted to hear from you. 

Sincerely,

Gale Dekarios

Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

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#Reaching Out #bloodweave x tav #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gale x astarion #gale x astarion x tav #I need to write something fun for a little bit #i'll get away from their letters eventually #right now I have their voices so I figured I'd use them

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

#gale x tav #baldur’s gate 3 #fantastic fanart #😂 I’ve also imagined this #I love this

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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.

#gale dekarios x reader #not my writing #so hot #literally and figuratively #perfect perfect

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I’m trying not to sad post 24/7

But I made a new save (because I’m sad) and Scratch reduced me to tears. He looks enough like Vanilla that I’m not well™️ when I see him. I think I’m breaking a record for petting him in one save.

I promise I’ll cheer up one day but for right now I still hear her behind me when I walk around the house.

#pet loss #izzy rambles #Izzy is sad #scratch bg3

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We said goodbye to my best friend this morning.

Vanilla was the best dog I’ve ever known and never met a human, or dog, or cat she didn’t think was her friend.

9 years was not enough, but it would never be enough.

#pet loss

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Does anyone else get super overwhelmed in Act 3? Rivington and the city is fun but I just feel like there so much to do and not enough thorough instructions.

All this to say that I haven’t gotten far into Act 3.

Instead I’m letting my (13yr old) kiddo start a play through. Which is a lot of me saying “I’m not telling you what do do but what you DON’T want to do is…”

#izzy rambles #bg3