Halsin Longing For You (your Scent Makes Him Forget Himself)

♡ halsin longing for you (your scent makes him forget himself) ♡

I got inspired by the lovely image by @daichouno and I thought I'll share it here... along with my little interpretation

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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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you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡

the image I posted belong to @daichouno (!) go to their account and give them some love because omg what an artist

♡ 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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you can find more of my works about aemond ♡here♡

♡♡♡ domestic bliss with gale ♡♡♡

a lot of gentle touches and sincere "I love you"s

Gale makes you breakfast almost everyday (obviously)

sometimes when the mood takes him, he'll even do something like heart-shaped pancakes and despite it being cliche you can't help but feel your heart soften by the gesture

on special mornings, he'll even bring breakfast to you in bed, a tray laden with your favourites (he knows you very well)

and let me just say he always leaves the kitchen tidy. he may be a little messy sometimes, his (and now yours too) place may be a little cluttered, but he's a tidy wizard and clean up after himself period !!!

while we are talking about the kitchen....you had steamy sex over the counter more times that you can count

during the day, when he's immersed in his studies, you often bring him a steaming cup of coffee or a tasty snack

you sneak behind him and start massaging his shoulders, and he groans at the touch with appreciation, tenderly kissing your hands

but you're not always as merciful; seeing him hunched over his books, his brow furrowed in concentration does something for you; makes you want to melt away his stress with different type of distraction...and he's so easy to tease :))

but what I want to talk about more is simple moments you share together; like when Gale prepares a meal you hum a tune and wash the dishes, stealing little kisses from him that leave you both smiling;

you hug him from behind when he's cutting the vegetables and it feels so good to feel warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heart;

you can't resist giving his cute, small ass a cheeky squeeze, which makes him jump and laugh and then tutting and calling you a bad girl with his index finger pointed into the air (he wants to sound angry but fails)

and you can always feel his gaze on you filled with a quiet, unwavering affection

your dinners are often a candlelit affairs, filled with soft smiles and meaningful conversation. as the sun slowly fades over the horizon, you sit on the balcony, basking in the golden glow, sharing quiet moments over books (you read a lot of books at this household)

sometimes you talk about everything and nothing (gale often ranting at his students) and sometimes you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder while he still reads, or you fall asleep on his lap, as he gently massages your scalp, his fingers threading through your hair making you all cozy and cared for

sometimes during the night Gale is stargazing with you, pointing out constellations and sharing the mythology behind them, with knowing hands he gently guides your body as you peer through the telescope

I can also imagine you two spending your evenings by the fireplace with glasses of wine in hand and an enchanted piano playing softly in the background. Gale arm wrapped securely around you, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin unconsciously

Gale often runs hot bath for you, joining you in the warm water. his hands move in soft circles, washing your hair, his lips leaving tender kisses on the back of your neck and not soon after you feel his growing erection poking at your back

you brush teeth side by side, and Gale watches in awe as you go through your skincare routine, simply enchanted. he loves the scent of your lotion and can’t resist leaning in to inhale the fragrance of your skin, murmuring compliments that make you blush

then you are slipping into comfy pyjamas <33 your sheets are always fresh and clean (not a single crumb on your mattress!) all ready for your nightly cuddles and whispered conversations

in bed you both read (I said before; a lot of reading)

Gale never forgets to kiss your forehead goodnight

sometimes you’re the little spoon, snuggled safely in his arms, other times he’s nestled against you, seeking your warmth. and often, you simply sleep with your head resting on his chest or his on yours, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your hand

Gale, who has spent so long alone, quickly adapts to sharing his life with you. you fit right in, he finds some peace when he's with you; quickly he can't imagine you not being here with him

when you are not around he finds it difficult to sleep, often spending the night in his study until dawn, the shadows under his eyes deepening with each hour of your absence

he's miserable without you :((

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you can find more of my works about gale ♡here♡

I'm sick rn, in my bed all day long (I'm losing my mind) and needed some gale fluff to feel better so!

Just curious but are there any bg3 characters besides Astarion, Gale, and Halsin that you would accept requests for? Thanks!

hiii!!! I'm pretty open to hear request for other characters. if something would really resonate with me I would gladly do it. so for anyone who is reading it, feel free to share your thoughts and ideas ˙ᵕ˙

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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you can find more of my works about bg3 ♡here♡

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Hi! I hope you’re great! I was wondering if you’d ever consider doing lovesick Astarion headcanons cause your fake and halsin ones are ❤️ ty!

hi, darling 🧛🏻‍♀️❤️ I’m currently working on them and if the world will be kind I should upload them later today so!!