Hot And Bothered

♡ hot and bothered ♡

Summary: You took a deep breath as you walked toward the bathhouse pool, your towel barely covering your body. The steam from the hot water wrapped around you, but it wasn't enough to hide from Halsin's gaze... enjoy

smut with fluff?

Word count: 1,900

Tags: p in v, smut (shameless), fluff and lots of wet flesh :))

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: oh, halsin what did you do with me?

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

You took a deep breath as you walked toward the bathhouse pool, your towel barely covering your body. The steam from the hot water wrapped around you, but it wasn't enough to hide from Halsin's gaze. His eyes steady and intense, following your every move with a kind of quiet curiosity that made you shy. He saw your body before, you felt his eyes on you countless times, still you couldn’t stop the feeling that was growing inside your belly.

It had been a long day for you both. So when Halsin suggested visiting a secluded bathhouse in the inner city, you eagerly agreed. It was so long since it was only you and him. Being somewhere nice, relaxing and spending time together like normal people do.  

The bustling streets of Baldur's Gate seemed to blur around you as you and Halsin went through city's winding pathways, your hands entwined. Each step felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had been lifted just by his presence. The sounds of the city—merchants calling, carts creaking, and people chattering—faded into the background. All that mattered was this moment, just the two of you, walking side by side.

As you paused, Halsin turned to you with a warm smile, his grip on your hand gentle yet firm. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him softly, his lips warm and tender against yours. There was no rush, no urgency—just a shared moment that seemed to stretch on forever. When you pulled away, his eyes sparkled with amusement, and you couldn't help but laugh at the joy of just being with each other. You felt so young and carefree, happy. 

In love. 

The bathhouse was as grand, but cozy. White stone gleamed in the dim evening light, and intricate marble sculptures of water nymphs and mermaids adorned the walls. High ceilings and lush greenery created an atmosphere of relaxation quiet luxury. The scent of rose petals and aromatic oils filled the air as steam rose from the various pools.

You rented a private room with a bath as large as a small pool. The water was hot, steam rising and swirling in the dimly lit room. The scent of herbs and roses filled the air. As you stepped into the area, you saw Halsin already there, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He leaned back in the bathtub, his large arms spread out at the edges, his muscles taut and defined, veins visible on his forearms. His head was tilted back, eyes closed in quiet relaxation. He looked divine. 

When you entered, Halsin's eyes opened, he looked at you and smiled warmly. The moment your eyes met his, your poor heart skipped a beat. He looked so effortlessly handsome, the soft light accentuating his strong features. His smile was inviting, promising. All you wanted was to melt in his body and turn into nothing, just for a moment. 

You let your towel drop to the floor, the sound barely a whisper over the bubbling water. You took a deep breath and slid into the bath, feeling the heat swallowing you. You slowly moved to sit beside Halsin, your head leaning on his broad arm. His hand found yours, your fingers intertwining, grounding you in his gentle touch.  You closed your eyes, enjoying simple closeness of his body. For a long time both of you didn’t say a word, you didn’t have to. 

Then Halsin broke the silence, his voice low and soothing. “You know,” he said, tracing gentle circles on the back of your hands. "I don't think I told you today how beautiful you are. I could spend an eternity just looking at you.”

You felt a smile tugging at your lips, your chest feeling light. “You’re always so poetic,” you teased, giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder. 

Halsin chuckled quietly, his voice a low rumble. “Maybe it’s because you inspire me,” he replied. His hand traveling to your nape. "Being with you feels like coming home, and it's a feeling I never want to lose,” he added after a moment, his words barely above the whisper. 

Something in his voice as he uttered those words, made your heart swell. You kissed his shoulder again, then his collarbone, feeling his body tense a little under your touch. You couldn’t see it now, but Halsin’s gaze darkened slightly, his gaze focused on you, tracing the lines of your lovely body. 

His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “Can I kiss you?” He asked his voice laced with anticipation

“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied with a playful wink.

So he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The initial contact was gentle, almost hesitant, but as your lips moved in sync, the heat between you grew. You felt the warmth of the water envelope you both, amplifying the sensation of his hands on your skin, tracing delicate patterns along your back. Your fingers explored the broad expanse of his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his skin.

You shifted to straddle his lap, bringing your bodies closer, your chests pressed together. Halsin's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. It felt so good you gasped. Then Halsin pulled back just slightly, his breath warm against your lips. 

"Can I kiss you again?" he teased with a smile and you nodded. The kiss deepened, his mouth pressing firmly against yours. It was like he was trying to drink in your essence, his lips capturing every sigh and moan that escaped you. The rhythm of the kiss quickened, each touch more electrifying than the last. His tongue teased yours, and the heat grew almost unbearable. 

His hands wandered, tracing the line of your spine before settling on your hips, guiding you into a slow, rhythmic motion. 

The heat of the bathhouse combined with Halsin's embrace made your head spin. The steam seemed to grow thicker, filling the air with a humid intensity that left you feeling lightheaded. The sensation of his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body sent waves of warmth coursing through you, and you found yourself melting into him.

Your hips began to move with a subtle rhythm, a slow, instinctive sway that spoke to the need building within you. You could feel Halsin's arousal, his stiffening length pressing against your belly, the hard tip nudging your skin. It made your heart race and your pulse quicken. The growing tension between your legs was of a desperate need of more friction,  tightening with each passing moment.

You could feel Halsin's breaths growing heavier as he pulled you even closer, his lips trailing down your neck and over your collarbone. Every touch, every brush of his lips against your skin, sent sparks of desire racing through you. You couldn't help but press yourself closer, the need for him almost too much to bear.

Breathless and flushed from the heat, Halsin brushed away the damp strands of hair sticking to your forehead with adoration written on his face. His eyes held a silent question and you answered without a word, your hand sliding down to touch his hardening shaft.  Your lips yet again closing in a kiss. A low groan escaped him, the sound resonating with desire.

But then you moved away, leaving him aching with the sudden loss of your touch. Halsin's eyes followed you with renewed intensity as you leaned over the edge of the bathtub, presenting your back and curving your hips invitingly. Tonight you wanted to be fucked rough.

Halsin didn't hesitate. His hands gripped your hips, strong yet gentle, pulling you back toward him. He kissed your shoulders, his lips trailing down your spine, pressing against each vertebra with reverence. As he reached your nape, he nipped it gently, the sensation sending shivers through you.

Then Halsin's grip tightened, his body aligning with yours, and you could feel the heat of him against you, his hardness pressing insistently at your entrance. With a deep breath, you relaxed into his touch, feeling the warmth of the water mingling with the warmth of his body.

As Halsin pressed into you, his hard length entered smoothly, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he stretched you sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His groan in your ear was primal, animalistic, and you couldn't help but respond with your own moan, each sound feeding the other's desire, your loud breaths echoing through the walls. 

His hands tightened their grip on your hips, and he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, his hips slamming against yours with a force that made the water splash around you. Halsin's pace grew more urgent with each passing moment, his movements raw and unrestrained. 

You arched your back, pushing into him, welcoming the intensity, craving the roughness. Each thrust sent a jolt of ecstasy through you, and you could feel the tension building, coiling in your core. Halsin's breath was hot against your skin, his moans growing louder as he found his rhythm, each stroke deeper and more determined than the last.

It didn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to pull you under, each thrust bringing you closer to your peak. Your legs grew weak from the relentless intensity, your inner walls clenching tightly around Halsin's hard length, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. His eyes shut tight, the sensation almost too much to bear. You told him you were close, and he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you firmly against his chest. Your hands no longer leaned against the edge of the bathhouse tub; instead, you knelt on your knees, completely at his mercy, leaning   your back on his chest.

With one hand, Halsin cupped your face, gently turning you toward him to capture your lips in a kiss, his tongue tasting your moans as he pressed his other hand to your belly, feeling each of his movements deep inside. It was intense, almost suffocating, but in the most delicious way. 

You came hard, your body convulsing around him, the intensity of your orgasm making you cry out into his mouth. Halsin's pace became more erratic, his thrusts growing sloppy, and you could feel the warmth building deep within you as he reached his climax. Thick ropes of cum filled you, the pressure of his release making you both gasp with satisfaction. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as you both caught your breath, the intensity giving way to a comforting stillness. The bathhouse grew quiet again, save for the gentle splashes of water and the sounds of your breathing, slowly calming as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through your bodies.

As you both left the bathhouse, your bodies felt relaxed and warm, the heat from the bath still lingering on your skin. The night summer breeze was a refreshing balm, soothing your heated bodies as you stepped out into the cool air. It felt like a gentle caress after the intensity of the bath, and you welcomed it with a contented sigh.

Halsin's hand found yours, his fingers interlacing with yours, and you walked slowly through the quiet streets. 

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hi i requested the halsin x insecure reader and !!!!! DAMN!!!!!!!! YOU CAME THROUGH!!!!!!!! i love it SO MUCH omg <3 thank you so much for writing it 🥰

aaaaa! thank you!!! it was a lovely request, and I had a blast writing it for you <3333

♡ Aemond as your boyfriend ♡

(modern) headcanons

meetings in the middle of the night, piercing glances and desperate kisses, Aemond is a little bit obsessed about you

when he's with you, the hard lines blur, revealing a softness that he's kept hidden from the world

when he kisses your palms, he does it slowly, with such devotion. one finger at a time, his eyes never leaving yours

and when you’re not close he needs to know where you are, who you're with, and what you've been doing. he acts like it’s just concern, but there's a possessive edge in his questions

when you're around other people, especially if they're attractive, he becomes extra possessive. he won't outright tell you he's jealous (duh), but you'll notice how he puts his arm around you or touches your shoulder, keeping you close. and that little smirk of his appearing

he holds your hand gently, his thumb brushing against your skin

Aemond doesn't usually like sleeping with someone glued to him, but with you, he makes an exception. over time, he even grows to enjoy it, finding comfort in your warmth

he spoils you, he'll run hot baths for you, and when your shoulders are sore, he'll give you massages (that often lead to something more…just sayin) and let me tell you he’s surprisingly good at it, using his hands to work out every knot while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. he makes you feel important, he makes you feel wanted

when you're asleep, he can't help but touch you. he caresses your cheeks, runs his fingers through your hair, or traces the outline of your hips, silently watching and swallowing you whole with his eye

going back to spoiling you…he might leave a piece of tasteful, expensive jewellery by your bedside, or bring you bouquet of red roses out of the blue

though he may appear distant at times, he's actually attuned to every word you say. he absorbs your conversations, and if you express even the slightest interest in something, you can be sure he'll get it for you

even though he’s serious with others (and often very stiff), he loosens up with you. he might put on a sheet mask when you're watching a movie, just because you asked him to, and he’ll do it without complaint

and about movies, he'll watch every horror movie with you, never flinching at the jump scares or gory scenes. but he's secretly thrilled when you curl up into his arms, hiding your face against his chest, squeezing him tightly. He'll calmly whisper when the scary moment has passed, gently coaxing you to look at the screen again, reassuring you that it's safe to watch now

also I think that he’s the type to show up at your window at 3 AM dressed in black, just because he missed you and your heart races at the sight of him smiling at your surprised expression

he takes you in his arms and kisses you like he's been starving for it, his hands tightening around your waist as if he'd never let go. and every time you gasp in his lips, he loses his mind a little

about intimacy…Aemond is not shy, he likes it rough, raw, and intense. he grips your neck with just the right amount of force, whispering filthy words into your ear that send shivers down your spine. his touch is possessive, he's fascinated by your body—obsessed, really

his mouth finds every inch of you, trailing a line of wet kisses down your lovely skin. he adores the way you squirm beneath him. when he thrusts into you, it's with a force that leaves you breathless, and he bites your nipples with a primal hunger

his hands explore with a kind of need that leaves bruises, but you crave that pain. he is unrelenting, his fingers digging into your hips, your thighs, anywhere he can find purchase

yet!! for all his intensity, he is mindful of your pleasure. he ensures you come first, savoring every ripple of your climax, holding you tightly as you shudder against him

he releases his hot ropes of cum deep inside you (if you’re up to it), and even then, he doesn’t let up. his hips continue to move deliciously, slow and deliberate, milking every last drop of his orgasm. wanting to stay inside you for as long as he can, it feels so good inside you

Aemond’s gaze stays fixed on yours, his breathing ragged and uneven

and after, he treats you with the gentleness of a lover who understands the aftermath of such raw sex. he cleans you up, wiping away the sweat and sticky remnants, kisses your forehead, murmuring how beautiful you are, how good you are for him, but even in those quiet moments, you can feel the intensity of his desire, a fire that never truly goes out. he’s restless when it comes to you

in moments like these, when Aemond is close to your naked body, his hands tracing the contours of your soft skin, he becomes vulnerable, as if the touch of your flesh unlocks something deep within him

you see he often struggles with his emotions and how to put them into words, hence his presents and little gestures, but in moments like this when the world is reduced to just the two of you, he breaks open a little, revealing the depths of his feelings

love is not a word he uses lightly. so when he whispers it to you for the first time in the quiet of the night, when the only sound is your shared breathing and the rustling of sheets

your heart skips a beat. it's not just a word—it's a confession, a declaration of something timeless. the weight of it is enough to crush you, and when he says it, you know he really means it

as he speaks, you can feel the hesitation in his voice, the rawness of his emotions. it's hard to open up to someone like this, despite he tells you that he would do anything for you, that he's at your service

it's funny because at first, you'd think he had you wrapped around his finger, completely under his control. but as time went on, you realised it was the opposite—he was the one utterly at your mercy

these intimate confessions, shared in the darkness, become a sacred bond between you. it's not just about physical closeness; it's about laying bare the heart, exposing the vulnerability that he hides so well from the world

after Aemond's confession, you feel a profound shift in the atmosphere, a change in his touch. it's as if, for the first time, he don't want to just fuck you, he wants to make love to you, you in his arms

you melt into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that feels almost reverent

the urgency and roughness that usually accompany your moments of passion are replaced with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Aemond's hands explore your body with a gentleness that surprises you, tracing delicate patterns on your skin. his lips move across your shoulders, your collarbone, and then up to your lips, kissing you with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. it's a kiss that tells you that you are cherished, that you are loved

his movements are unhurried. he holds you close, his forehead resting against yours as he moves within you, his gaze never leaving yours

the way he holds you, the way he touches you—it's all so gentle, so intimate, and it feels like he's pouring his soul into every gesture

when it's over, Aemond holds you even closer, his breath warm against your skin

the rest of the world fades away, and it's just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet comfort of the night

@venmondiese ! ! !

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I'VE BEEN SUMMONED

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He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't, but the urge was overwhelming, almost primal.

The thought was fleeting as he stepped closer, the smell of dirty clothes mingling with the earthy scent of the forest. His keen senses picked up a faint, familiar fragrance, and his heart skipped a beat. Buried beneath the mundane fabrics was something that belonged to Tav, something that carried her intoxicating scent.

With a swift, almost guilty glance around the camp, Halsin reached into the basket and pulled out a pair of Tav's panties. He could already feel his cock stirring, the anticipation making his blood run hot. Clutching the delicate fabric in his large hands, he made his way back to his tent.

Then he sank to his knees, the panties held reverently before him. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, the musky, sweet scent of Tav filling his lungs. His eyes fluttered closed as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His cock twitched in response, hardening further with each breath he took. His knees got weak.

I’m too old for this

The thought was laughable as he nuzzled the soft fabric, his age irrelevant in the face of such desire. He was over 350 years old, a seasoned druid with countless lovers in his past, yet none had ever made him feel this way. None had ever driven him to such desperate, feral need.

Every touch, every accidental brush of Tav’s skin against his, sent jolts of electric pleasure through him. Sitting side by side by the campfire, their knees touching, made him stiffen, his skin prickle with longing. He wanted more than just the camaraderie of shared meals and stories. He wanted to possess her, to claim her as his own. But he couldn’t. Not now.

His tongue flicked out, hesitantly at first, tasting the fabric where her essence lingered, where Tav's sweet pussy touched it. The salty, slightly sweet taste made him groan, and he licked it again, taking a long stroke this time. His mind went blank, consumed by the sensory overload of their scent and taste.

so delicious...

The thought reverberated through his mind as he pressed the panties to his lips, his breaths becoming shallow and ragged. His cock throbbed painfully, leaking precum as he reached down to grasp it. He began to stroke himself slowly, the friction sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. He shut his eyes close and with brows furrowed he imagined Tav beneath him, imagined her soft moans and gasps as he took her. His hips moving with need.

His knot began to swell, his climax near. Halsin’s strokes became more urgent, more forceful, his hips thrusting into his hand. He could see it so clearly in his mind – Tav's eyes wide with surprise and pleasure, their body trembling beneath him as he filled her completely.

As his release approached, he guided his swollen cockhead to the panties. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot seed spilling onto the place he had licked so thoroughly. He grunted, his breath coming in harsh pants as he milked his cock, ensuring every drop of his cum marked the cloth.

His other hand tightened around his knot, the sensation almost too much to bear. Finally, spent and sated, Halsin laid down on his back, the panties still clutched in his hand and soaking wet. Their scents mixing on them, giving Halsin strange sense of comfort.

At least for now.

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There's a laundry basket in camp and Halsin knows theres something of Tavs buried in it

He wants to take it

Hide away in his tent, huff the scent and rut into the fabric. Smear his come over it, mingle their scents and mark Tav as his

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apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

GALE

When Gale realises he's hurt you, he's quick to apologise. It's not just a simple apology; he's on his knees, clinging to your legs, not wanting to let go of you. Not ever. He's good with words, talking his way out of most situations, but this time, his distress is palpable. Desperation tinges his voice as he begs you to stay and forgive him. His tears stain the fabric of your pants.

"I don't know what I'd do without you,"

he mumbles between apologies, the weight of his actions sinking in. Each word is laden with the sincerity of a person who recognizes the gravity of his mistakes. In his eyes, you deserve the moon and the stars, and he would willingly offer them to win back your forgiveness. His desire is simple: to treasure you, love you, and hold you close in his arms. Without you, he acknowledges, he's not the same person, and the prospect of losing you leaves an emptiness he never anticipated.

ASTARION

With his elvish ears laying flat, Astarion kneels before you, his eyes full of love... and regret. He's grappling with the unfamiliar emotions that come with caring deeply for someone—especially you, the first person in a long time he genuinely loves and cares for. As he kneels there, he contemplates whether he truly deserves your forgiveness, feeling a sense of unworthiness deep within him. Yet, despite all that, he pleads with you to stay.

"I don't want to hurt you,"

he confesses and his words are true. Astarion can't live without you. His voice full of sorrow and frustration. Witnessing your sadness, especially when it's caused by him, making him wish the ground would swallow him whole. The last thing he wanted was to inflict pain upon you, and the regret consumes him.

HALSIN

Halsin takes a little different approach. Kneeling on one knee, he gently takes your hands in his, placing them over his heart. You feel the warmth of his skin. With head bowed and eyes closed, he pleads for forgiveness, emphasising how important you are to him.

"I never want to cause you pain,"

he says softly, the sincerity in his voice resonating through the air. His regret is evident, and you can sense the weight of his words. To him, you're the most precious creature in this vast world, and the thought of causing you sadness weighs heavily on him. It's as if he failed in fulfilling his obligation to the one he loves the most, and he can't shake the burden of that realisation.

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☆lovesick astarion☆

who has a voice like silk, luring you in with every whisper

who sips wine with you, even if it's bad, your arms touching

who hides himself behind wicked words and sarcasm, his heart wary

who is stargazing, lost in thoughts, yet his mind is always wandering back to you

who is self-confident, but also not confident at all

who desperately clings to his meticulously crafted facade of indifference, only for it to shatter when you offer him your kindness again and again and again

who laughs with you, only to realise he hasn't laugh like this for the longest time

who finds you weaknesses adorable

who lets you do his hair (!)

who visits your tent every night, craving not just the taste of your blood but also your company; he realises

who takes a long time to open up, but when he does it's heart-wrenching, soul-ripping, clawing at your insides type of experience

who seeks redemption in your eyes

who craves your touch, even if he's scared, even if he's conflicted

who cries in your arms

who sinks his teeth into your skin, breathing deeply, his longing reaching far beyond a simple thirst for blood

who cares for you more than he cares for himself

who longs to hold you close, quietly wishing he could stay in your arms for centuries

who falls for your gentle touch and knowing eyes

who often wonders how different his life could have been if only he had met you sooner, way sooner

who feels a deep need of your constant presence, but it's hard for him to admit it outright

who kiss your neck and lick your wounds

who wants to be strong so you never have to feel afraid

who would literally become ascendant, losing himself completely in the process, only to keep you safe

who is scared of how much he cares for you, how much power you have over him, you could crush him in the palm of his hand and the worst part is; he would let you

who gives you kisses that leaves you breathless

who lets you sleep with Halsin despite it not sitting right with him, only so you could stay close to him

who is learning his sexuality all over again with you

who appreciates your patience

who travels the world with you, trying to make up for the years he’s lost

who yearns with every fiber of his being to walk in the sunlight with you

who kneels at your feet, his lips brushing your hands with tender devotion

who lets his ears droop when you say something hurtful, his emotions showing despite himself, so vulnerable with you

who looks at you with a soul-piercing gaze, his crimson eyes haunting your thoughts

who would burn the world for you

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about this part when I said he would let you crush him, I felt it so much during the quest(?) with the drows and this moment with a *thousand yard stare* and it fucking crushed me, okay? when i'll be romancing astarion again in my playthrough I wont even go there and this is the statement i'll live by

okay, anyway!

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