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Me: "I'm not going to romance shadowheart."

Also me: *continues to keep her at my side 'just because I like her'*

Cries in bi misery, there's too many people I want to romance...

My brother not wanting to romance any of the men is a tragedy. Yes ✨women✨ but also have you seen these men:

Look at this man!!

He lets you love who you want and himself!!!

What more could you want!!!

Our perfect guy no thought just happy to be here

I MEAN COME ON HES TRAUMATIZED BUT THATS THE BEST KIND

He’s far too good for everyone. Make him a little evil from time to time can’t hurt right??? WRONG. He’s perfect.

THEN THERES GALE YOU SEXY BASTARD!!! I may have romanced astarion but by god my heart belongs to you!!

Honorable mention:

Pls just let us have him… Larian pls!!!

So this didn’t happen. I in fact continued to play I have a problem.

I need to break up with bg3. I have an addiction and I hear admitting it is the first step.

As a side note I have started working out and was hoping to ask how much the boys weight.

These two things are not correlated. I swear…

This…this was an enlightening experience.

zevlor & tav – again.

just riding the hellrider.

☾⋆⁺₊⋆quiet nights spent with Gale⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

in Waterdeep (little bit of fluff, little bit of cozy)

The air is filled with the gentle glow of candles, casting warm light that dances across the walls. It creates an atmosphere of countless nights spent in the company of Gale. The open windows invite a gentle summer breeze, caressing your bodies as you both hunch over endless books, scrolls, and ancient parchments, studying and exchanging thoughts. The enchanted piano plays in the background. The night is starry and the moon is as beautiful as ever.

Sometimes you catch Gale massaging his temples while mumbling under his nose when he's reading his pupils' work. He shares some of his thoughts with you here and there, and you can't help but smile at his furrowed brows. It almost feels like you're teaching alongside him. When Gale looks particularly tired you massage his tense shoulders. (sometimes it ends up in the bedroom but that's a story for another time!)

Evenings on his balcony, now sitting in a favourite spot for both of you, involve conversations, wine and crips grapes. Heart to hear, you watch the horizon, enjoying each other's company. Sometimes words are unnecessary; you simply exist together, souls full of love and devotion. Blessed to be here, together.

As you prepare to sleep, Gale observes you with genuine interest and with those eyes that conveys pure admiration. He ask a lot of questions and is proven surprisingly knowledgable about skincare. Adores the smell of your damp, soft skin after a bath with some scented oils.

In bed, he reads "for pleasure", getting absorbed in the story. You can tell he truly loves reading and admiring the art of a good story. Sometimes Gale reads aloud, petting your hair or holding your hand gently until you fall asleep. And sometimes you're not sleeping at all, talking away the night, sharing your deepest thoughts. Eyes starry. You could tell him everything, and you feel like it's the same for him. Your connection goes far beyond being just lovers; you are soulmates.

you feel so loved when you are laying on his chest, hearing him hum peacefully, feeling his heart beating and magic coursing through his veins

you feel so loved when he kisses every one of your fingertips with such dedication

you feel so loved when he places his head on your tights; a gesture of profound affection and vulnerability

In the stillness of the night, Gale is even more loving, more romantic than he already is. Every night, he utters those three precious words,

" I love you"

as you fall asleep. His kisses your forehead gently, holding you in a tight embrace as if he never wanted to let you go. In the darkness, when it seems like there's only the two of you in this vast and strange world, Gale reveals the most exquisite, soul-ravaging declarations that leaves you breathless. It's a moment when time halts, and in the intensity of his words, you sense that Gale loves you with every fiber of his being.

*(and it's very vocal about it)*

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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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Scent of Seduction᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Summary: Halsin finds himself captivated by Tav, the feeling is mutual, of course. Their journey is full of danger and desire. Despite Halsin's internal struggle between primal instincts and duty, their mutual attraction intensifies. When Tav is in heat, their passion ignites... and well... let's just say things get steamy.

smut with (a little bit of) fluff?

Word count: 2,900

Tags: alpha/omega dynamics, heat, knotting, breeding, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: today my demons won. sorry guys, but I was thinking about it for the longesttttt time 

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

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The first time Halsin saw you, he was in his bear form. Held captive in the dark cellar, surrounded by goblins; such lowly creatures. He was helpless and angry, but then he caught a scent of something, or rather someone's scent. Someone who surely didn’t belong there, and that person was you. His ears perked up, intrigued. His muzzle watered a little, your scent being so delicious. But he didn’t want to eat you, of course. His hunger was of a different kind, you see.

At the camp, Halsin could sense you. He felt it in his flesh when you weren’t near. His mind and body grew restless, but it wasn’t only that. When he saw you talking to Wyll or Gale, laughing with them and sharing stories, he felt those sudden pangs of something he hadn’t felt for the longest time; jealousy. He was far too old for that, or so he thought. His heart wasn’t one to stir easily, but with you...it was different. He clenched his jaw unconsciously at the thought of you being with other males. He couldn’t stand this, but he shook his head, ignoring the feeling for now, as he had different matters to attend to.

Yet, his eyes followed you with longing each time you were close.

During the Tiefling Party, it took all the strength he had to reject your rather obvious seductions. You were absolutely sweet, your cheeks flushed from wine, your eyes sparkly and playful. It was a delight to see you so happy and carefree, the hero of the night, the center of attention. You were shining, and despite having so many people to choose from, your eyes found his. Halsin's chest swelled with pride at the thought, but he had to remain composed. That's why he didn’t drink that night; a calculated move on his part, as he feared he might say something he shouldn't have. Halsin already knew he had a certain weakness towards you, and alcohol would only fuel that. In no time, he would confess his feelings for you, saying you were made for each other, that his body and soul yearned for you. He would say he wanted to protect you and love you for eternity, and when he told you that you laughed, thinking he was exaggerating, but he wasn't. It was the truth and his words towards you would be sincere. Then, if he really got carried away and his alpha brain would win over him, he would not let you go until he marked you and pushed his semen deep into your womb. Continuously.

And he knew you for only a few hours at least, and you had a world to save, and he had his duties, and you deserved more than that—you deserved to be courted, to be worshipped. Yet, when he told you to enjoy the night with someone else, deep inside he hoped you wouldn’t.

The thought of you with someone else boiled his veins with anger, but what choice did he have? As he thought about it now, he realised he would act differently that night. He would take your hands in his, kiss them gently and ask you to wait for him, but then, it was different. Maybe he was scared? Maybe he wanted to play it cool, not used to having such abrupt feelings towards someone?

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Halsin wakes up in the middle of the night, sensing your absence. With a sense of urgency, he stands up and follows your scent. You're not in your usual spot. He finds you at the lake, bathed in moonlight, your naked form illuminated against the dark water. Your slender back, cascading hair, and the gentle curve of your hips beneath the water's surface captivate him. You look divine, a sight to behold. However, Halsin quickly averts his gaze, feeling it's inappropriate to observe you in such a vulnerable state. Returning to his tent, he finds his body betraying him, his arousal evident in the half-hardness of his dick.

Oh, how he longs to draw nearer to you, grasp your waist from behind and draw you closer to his body, making you feel his growing arousal pressing against you. Showing you how much he wants you, how much he needs you. He would groan to your ear, bite your neck and take you here and there, as nature intended. But you are not his to claim, he reminds himself sternly, over and over again, resisting the urge to succumb to his primal instincts.

But that was about to change when you left the Shadow-Cursed Lands. He was finally free from responsibilities, finally free to follow his heart's desires, and you quickly noticed this sudden transformation of his. As you traveled together, Halsin seemed drawn to your side, even unconsciously. He sought to protect you from any danger, always ready to lend a hand when needed. You noticed him finding excuses to be near you, to touch you, to engage in conversation. His gaze lingered on you, his presence felt even when he walked behind you. During campfires, he sat close, his body language open and inviting, his thigh brushing yours. Though he laughed and talked with others, his eyes always found their way back to you, his attention unwavering when you spoke. It made you feel shy, this whole-hearted attention Halsin gave you, but undeniably it made you feel appreciated.

Yet, you couldn't shake the memories of your early encounters. After he helped you battling those goblins, covered in blood and exuding raw power, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He appeared strong and imposing, igniting something within you. But when you approached him with openness and willingness at the Tiefling Party, he rejected you, leaving you feeling foolish. You had hoped for mutual feelings or at least some acknowledgment, but for most of your journey, he offered only polite smiles and lukewarm courtesy. Why the sudden change now?

Don’t get me wrong, you basked in the glory of his attention, relishing in those small smiles meant only for you. But amidst the warmth of his gestures, doubts crept into your mind. Weren't you worthy of his notice before? Yet, you quickly brushed aside those thoughts, focusing instead on the present. Halsin cared for you deeply now, ensuring you were fed, rested, and shielded from the sun's harsh rays. He showered you with little gifts; wildflowers plucked from the roadside, stones with intriguing shapes and colours, and delicately carved wooden ducks. There was no mistaking his intentions; Halsin was courting you, with patience and respect. Your heart raced at the thought, eagerly anticipating his next move. You pondered what the future held, though you never could have imagined what was to come.

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You found yourself in heat as soon as you arrived at Baldur's Gate. It was as if your body had finally released the tension accumulated during your harrowing journey through the Shadow-Cursed Lands. After witnessing so much death, roughly cut body parts and darkness, your body sought solace within the safety of the Elfsong Tavern, nestled behind the town walls.

Despite the late hour, neither you nor Halsin slept. Instead, you reveled in each other's company, cuddling on the sofa with the soft glow of the fire casting gentle shadows around you. Halsin held you close, his strong arms enveloping your body, and then he cupped your head, drawing you nearer for what would be your first kiss. As his lips met yours, a haze descended over your mind, and you found yourself yearning for more. You were waiting for so long.

You eagerly shifted positions, settling onto his lap, deepening the kiss with a hunger you couldn't contain. Halsin chuckled softly, his fingers pressing against the sides of your body possessively. You gasped at the sensation, feeling a sudden warmth between your legs as your pants grew damp. Panic surged through you—no, it couldn't be.

"I'm sorry, Halsin, I can't right now," you managed to say as you swiftly freed yourself from Halsin's embrace and fled to your bedroom. You needed space, distance from him until you could gather your thoughts.

His kiss and the sudden rush of emotions triggered your heat, overwhelming you with fear and confusion. You buried your face in your pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggled to make sense of what was happening.

Morning brought a gentle knock at your door, and you knew it was Halsin. He had been there all night, waiting patiently for you. "My love, let me in," his voice was soft, tinged with concern. When silence greeted his words, he spoke again, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, never," you replied, your heart aching at the thought that he might blame himself. "I just don't feel well," you confessed through tears, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"Whenever it is, I'm confident I can help you, my darling," his words were sincere and full of worry. You were clearly in distress, and he felt he should be at your side, not here, behind these closed doors. "Just let me in," Halsin pleaded, his forehead touching the wooden surface in resignation.

You wished he was here too. When you saw his shadow at the door, your heart ached with longing. You were scared he would think poorly of you, scared of losing control to the heat. You hadn't known each other for long, and perhaps it was too soon for him to see this side of you. But at the same time, you were devastated at the thought of being without him. Unsure of what to do, you began to cry, and when Halsin heard your sobs, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going in!" he declared, his voice resolute as he forced the doors open. As soon as he entered the room, he clasped a hand over his mouth. There you lay on the bed, naked, the room dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through closed curtains. The scent of you filled the air, potent and overwhelming. Halsin thought perhaps you had second thoughts when you kissed for the first time, maybe things had moved too quickly, but he certainly wasn't expecting this. 

His dick twitched. You were in heat, he realised. "Oh, Tav..." You looked so lost and uncomfortable, your body covered in sweat, your eyes watery. All he wanted to do now was to take you in his arms and never let go.

"Halsin, I feel so hot I can't breathe. Touch me, please," you said, your voice laced with need. Halsin was there in the split of a second, responding to your plea without hesitation.

He took you in his arms, placing you on his lap, and you moaned, the sound emanating from deep inside you. As your bodies touched, you couldn't understand why you had pushed him away before, when you kissed for the first time. He felt like he was made for you, and you for him. Thoughts swirled in your mind as he held you close, his hands roaming all over you, his head buried in your neck, sniffing and then licking with long strokes, revealing in your delicious scent.

You began to grind on his thighs, your pent-up arousal needing release. Desperation fuelled your movements. Halsin placed his rough, large hands on your hips, guiding and assisting your grinding motion. In seconds, you reached climax, moaning and gasping. But it wasn't enough. The heat subsided for just a brief moment. Afterwards, you were ready for more. You wanted Halsin deep inside your wet and willing pussy.

You took his hand in yours and guided him to your heated entrance. "I need you here, Halsin," you whispered urgently.

"And you will have me, my love," he assured, his voice thick with desire.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Halsin quickly took off his clothes. And that’s how you saw his dick for the first time. It was huge, but somehow you suspected it will be. He seemed pleasantly heavy. He was already oozing pre-cum and fully erect. Ready for you.

You lay on your back as he returned to the bed, your legs parted, inviting him in. Slick all over your inner thighs and your entrance, guiding the way. He didn’t even need to finger you. You were perfectly ready. Ready as he was. 

Halsin kissed you passionately, causing your body to tremble with the intensity of the sensation. Every ounce of his desire and affection towards you was conveyed in that tender gesture.

"Halsin, please…" you moaned, your hips moving eagerly, your body yearning for more. His arousal at your entrance heightened your senses, driving you to the brink of madness. With a single swift motion, he guided himself inside you, and as he entered, you felt a rush of ecstasy that illuminated your senses like stars in the night sky. A scream of pleasure escaped your lips, echoing in the room, while he grunted softly in your ear, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to maintain control. It was a challenge to remain composed when you felt so incredibly tight and warm around him. The urge to climax threatened to consume him, but he resisted, knowing that this moment was all about you. In this vulnerable state, you entrusted yourself to him, and he vowed to cherish you, to prioritise your pleasure above all else. You were his priority, and he would savour every moment with you. 

As Halsin began to move, his motions were deliberate and measured, each thrust a testament to his desire to please you. One hand caressed your full breast, while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider to accommodate him. The sight of you, so beautiful and lewd, whimpering each time he showed his dick deep inside you, elicited a primal desire within him. Every whimper that escaped your lips drove him further, his arousal building with each thrust. He couldn’t help but look at your exquisite, smooth pussy swallowing him over and over again.

"You are so good to me," Halsin murmured, his voice soft and filled with admiration, as he brushed a sticky strand of hair from your forehead before pressing a tender kiss to your skin.

As Halsin placed his thumb on your clitoris, his touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. With deft circular movements, he quickened his pace, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. In response, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, craving the feeling of his muscles against yours, yearning for the weight of his body upon you.

His hard, deliberate strokes combined with the stimulation of your clitoris pushed you over the edge once more, eliciting another powerful climax. "Yes, yes, yes," you repeated, the words tumbling from your lips as your back arched and your inner muscles clenched in pleasure.

"Good girl," Halsin praised, his voice filled with satisfaction and pride. So responsive to his touch.

At this point, Halsin felt himself teetering on the edge of control. Sensing his impending release, he quickened his pace even further, his movements growing more urgent as his knot began to form. With each thrust, his desire to breed you, to fill you with his seed, consumed his thoughts entirely. He wanted nothing more than to hear you scream in pleasure beneath him.

As his movements became more erratic, more sloppy, he whispered urgently against your neck, "I need you to come for me one more time," his voice strained with desire. The sound of his groans mingled with yours, creating a symphony of pleasure as his flesh moved against yours in a passionate rhythm. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of utter pleasure being in his arms, being taken by him, feeling his knot pressing against your entrance.

As his knot fully formed, Halsin pushed it into you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of you. With three final, powerful thrusts, he released himself inside you, his loud moans reverberating through the room. In response, you screamed in ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as you reached your third climax.

You took his knot so well, and he felt an intense rush of satisfaction as he emptied himself deep inside you. His dick, engorged and throbbing, remained buried in your tight, eager pussy, his knot ensuring that his seed would stay where it belonged. In that moment of shared bliss, you both relished the sensation of being joined so intimately, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

With Halsin lying on top of you, his weight pressing down on your smaller frame, you felt a sense of pure bliss wash over you. His presence enveloped you, providing a comforting sense of security. As he remained inside you, filling you completely, you relished the sensation of being pleasantly stretched by his size.

You never wanted him to leave your pussy, not even for a moment. The thought of his knot disappearing, signalling the end of this intimate connection, made you want to cry. But for now, he was still with you, his body pulsing with each release of his seed. You felt his warmth spreading inside you, filling your belly, and you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed by him.

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Starry Nights belong to lovers

Summary: Gale longing for Tav while being positively miserable (because i love my man being miserable sometimes, y'know...)

smut with (a little bit of) fluff and angst?

Word count: 4,250

Tags: romance, angst, longing, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: because in my last playthrough i was torn between keep romancing gale or losing it all to the polygamist relationship with halsin... ( i chose my babyboy gale tho) but the possibilities are endless and here's one of them !!

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

Well, that was rather embarrassing predicament, to say the least. Gale of Waterdeep, esteemed wizard, lurking in the shadows like a common maniac. Observing a woman of his dreams from afar. A woman who had once held his heart in the palm of her hand, only to cast it aside for another. Positively pathetic, isn’t it? 

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching her with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, like an astronomer gazing upon a distant star, simultaneously drawn to its brilliance and wary of its celestial power. There was something about Tav, something ineffable, yet undeniably captivating, that compelled him to observe her, whenever he had a chance. Mind you, Gale's captivation resided not in the moments of intimacy, but rather in the quiet nuances of Tav's daily life. He found himself drawn to her ordinary rituals, avoiding the intrusion upon her private moments as a matter of principle— he adored watching her writing letters in the soft glow of the evening, tending to her garden with such grace, the quiet reverence with which she communed with nature's wonders. Each gesture, each fleeting expression painted a portrait of a woman both ordinary and extraordinary, and Gale found himself inexplicably drawn to her.

And yet, amidst the tapestry of her daily life, there was one thread that left a bitter taste upon his tongue— Halsin. Oh, how he despised the very mention of the name, the mere thought of the druid being so close to Tav and being her lover (whatever that meant in Halsin’s world), stirred a pang of ugly jealousy within his breast. For what claim did Halsin have upon Tav's affections, he wondered relentlessly, when it was he who loved her from the very beginning. It was he who worshipped the ground she was walking on. And finally, it was he who forgot his goddess because of her. 

Still, Tav didn’t choose Gale. 

Well, maybe that statement wasn’t entirely correct. In truth, Tav did chose Gale at the beginning of their journey. They would spend countless hours in his tent, engrossed in conversation and lost in the pages of books. Their laughter echoed through the camp. He took great care to ensure that Tav received the choicest bits during their shared meals and in moments of distress, Tav sought solace in his reassuring presence, finding comfort in the warmth of his hand clasped firmly in hers. Though Gale never said it out loud, he felt a swell of pride knowing he was the one she turned to in her hour of need. 

Oh, how he admired her unwavering sense of justice and compassion. She was committed to doing what was right, even when faced with the most daunting challenges. In a world this wicked and dark, she was a beacon of light. She gave him hope when all seemed lost, and in turn he offered her his heart, but Tav wanted more, it would seem. 

He saw her talking with Halsin more and more as they were roaming through The Shadow-Cursed Lands. It seemed as though every passing moment brought them closer together. Tav's radiant smile and melodious laughter filled the air as she was talking with the druid. And the way he looked at her, made something inside Gale stir. Halsin gaze lingered on Tav, his eyes alight with admiration, mirroring Gale’s own. It was pretty obvious, yet, when Tav asked him, how he would feel as to having another person in their relationship he was taken aback. His first thought was the baby. 

“What, like a child? I’m not sure I’d consider myself a father material, plus our current lifestyle isn’t exactly what I would called settled…”

“It’s Halsin. He wants to be with me, but he doesn’t ask that I sacrifice you. We would…share.” Tav's words hung in the air, heavy with implication

Share?

Gale's mind reeled at the notion. “Share? You’re not a loaf of bread to be divided up at a supper time! I thought what we had meant something for you.” 

But apparently he was wrong. Perhaps it hadn’t mean as much to Tav, as it meant to him and the realisation of that made him a truly miserable man. He was also angry, so angry beneath the surface. It was hard to stay at the camp after all this, it was hard to watch them talking, breathing, just being. Yet despite his best efforts, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Tav. And for that he was even more enraged. How could he be so weak? 

As the time passed and Baldur’s Gate was finally safe, the companions went their separate ways. At first, Gale welcomed the prospect of solitude, believing that distancing himself from Tav would bring him peace. He came back to Waterdeep  and sought solace in his study, surrounded by his precious books and arcane tomes. He threw himself into his studies with renewed fervour, delving into the depths of ancient texts and lost knowledge in an attempt to distract himself from the pain gnawing at his heart, but it wouldn’t go away.

One evening, after one too many glasses of wine, Gale found himself consumed by a reckless impulse. It was a night much like any other, yet something within him stirred, a restless energy that demanded release. Casting an invisibility spell upon himself, he ventured out into the night. Before he even knew what he was doing, he found himself teleporting to the familiar streets of Baldur's Gate. Near where he knew Tav lived, to be precise. He told himself he was merely checking on her, ensuring her safety in a world fraught with danger. But deep down, he knew the truth.

As he watched her from the shadows, unseen and unnoticed, he found himself entranced by her mere presence. She was brushing her hair, her movements fluid and graceful, her face bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. In that moment, she looked so utterly beautiful, that Gale had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. 

It began as a one-time occurrence, a fleeting moment of weakness, he told himself. Yet, with each passing day, Gale found himself seeking out more excuses to linger in Tav's vicinity, even if she remained unaware of his silent vigil. And so, he became a ghostly spectator, haunting the edges of her life, longing for a connection he knew he could never truly have. 

Because, how could he? How could he love her one moment only to watch her slip away into the arms of another the next? He couldn’t live like this, even if it’s Tav. So he just watched her, not ready to let go. 

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This particular night, Tav was alone. Halsin was away, tending to orphans he took under his wings after all that happened in Baldur’s Gate. Truth be told, Halsin's frequent absences were a relief to Gale as it was still hard for him to witness the bond he had with Tav. There was an intimacy between them that Gale found himself unable to stomach. 

Gale found Tav in her bedroom, nestled on the bed, a book cradled in her hands like a precious treasure. The soft glow of candlelight bathed her in a warm embrace, casting delicate shadows across her features. She looked so peaceful, so utterly content in that moment, and Gale couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight. In another life, they would read their books side by side every night, their fingers tracing the words upon the pages. 

Gale, didn’t know exactly why, but instead of his usual routine of observing Tav from the safety of the window, like a little puppy desperately waiting for their owner to let them in, he now found himself seated in his favourite chair on the other side of Tav's bed, invisible. It was an audacious move, even for him. Maybe, he was feeling particularly lonely that starry, romantic night? Or maybe there was something in the summer air… no matter what, the pull of her presence was too strong to resist at that moment.

So Gale was sitting there, watching Tav and enjoying the warm breeze. Lost in his thoughts, he shifted slightly in his seat, his foot inadvertently knocking into one of the candles seated on the floor. His heart lurched as he watched in horror as the candle toppled over, its flame igniting the delicate fabric of Tav's blanket. Panic surged through him as he realised what he had done, his mind racing with frantic thoughts, his hands on his head in pure disbelief. 

"Oh, no!" he exclaimed, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

“Gale?” Tav’s voice, full of confusion, pierced through the silence, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through Gale's veins. 

With a quick flick of his wrist, Gale summoned a rush of water, his practiced fingers weaving a complex pattern in the air as he cast a rapid incantation. The water swirled and danced in the air, cascading gracefully onto the flames and extinguishing them in a matter of seconds. As the last flicker of flame died out, Gale hesitated for a moment before releasing the invisibility spell that had cloaked him from view. With a soft shimmering light, he materialised into view, his expression a mixture of sheepishness and devastation of a defeated man.

"Hello, Tav," he said, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he met her gaze. "It seems I've made a bit of a mess, haven't I?” Gale asked as the smoke began to dissipate around him.

Now, he was waiting for Tav to be (rightfully) furious at him, but she wasn’t. Instead, she seemed to be…concerned? 

“Are you all right?” Her voice was laced with genuine worry, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. It was a simple question, but it carried a weight that caught Gale off guard.

For a moment, Gale found himself speechless. He had anticipated anger or confusion, not this. His heart felt heavy. 

"I'm...I'm fine," he stammered, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief as he struggled to compose himself.

“Good,” Tav said, stepping closer to Gale and enveloping him in a warm embrace. He froze momentarily at the unexpected touch, his heart racing in his chest. “I don’t understand how you got here,” Tav murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she buried her face in Gale's chest, “and I’m not even sure if I want to know,” she added. "But I’m glad you are here," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I’ve missed you... more than I can put into words." Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and cascading down her cheeks as she clung to him, seeking solace in his embrace. Gale felt his body stiff at first at the sudden gesture, but despite it all he held her close, offering silent reassurance as they stood together in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Shh," he whispered softly, his touch tender as he traced soothing circles along her back. With every motion, he felt the weight of her sorrow, the depth of her longing, and his own heartache mirrored in her tears. He fought to hold back his own emotions, to be the pillar of strength she needed in that moment. To be a true man. But beneath the facade of composure, Gale's own tears threatened to spill over. “I’ve missed you too, Tav.” And his words were honest. 

"After we destroyed the brain, you left so abruptly," Tav's voice trembled with emotion, her words carrying the weight of unspoken pain."I thought... I thought maybe you didn't want to see me ever again, that you detested me. And I understand if you do. I know you might think that all we had, was just a facade, a lie, but it wasn't.”

Gale listened in silence, and his heart throbbed with pain. He hated to watch her cry. ”I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hushed cadence of the night. "I never meant to hurt you.” 

"I should be the one apologising," she murmured, her voice laced with regret. "I felt so guilty for leaving you like that, Gale. There were nights when I cried myself to sleep, feeling your absence like a gaping wound. And in those moments, Halsin... he was there for me. But it wasn't the same. It could never be the same.”

Gale's chest tightened at her confession, the weight of her words pressing down on him like a burden too heavy to bear. "Tav..." he began, his voice choked with emotion and…hope? But before he could utter another word, she silenced him with a gentle touch of her hand. She looked deep into his eyes, looking for something in them. 

"Gale," she whispered, her voice soft yet resolute. "I want you to know... I love you. I've always loved you." Her words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity and emotion. "But I also love Halsin. In a different way, perhaps, but love nonetheless.”

Gale felt his heart sink at her admission, a pang of sorrow lancing through him like a blade. Despite the warmth of her touch, he couldn't shake the chill that settled in the depths of his very soul. "Tav," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "you know I'm not... I can't be... I want you all to myself. It hasn't changed since the last time we spoke about this.” And despite himself he added— “I think I should leave now.”

With a heavy sigh, he made a move to leave, to escape the turmoil of his emotions, but before he could take more than a few steps, Tav's hand shot out, grabbing his own with a desperate urgency. 

"Don't leave," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Not tonight. Let's forget about Halsin, about everything. Just... let's be together tonight, you and I. Please?” Her eyes searched his, pleading for understanding, for connection, for something to hold onto in the midst of their tangled emotions.

And then she came closer, dangerously close. As her lips met his in a tender yet impassioned kiss, Gale felt his resolve waver, crumbling like sand between his fingers. The warmth of her touch, the sweetness of her embrace, it all washed over him like a wave, sweeping him away in a sea of longing and desire.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace. Gale's heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm of their kiss echoing the tumultuous beat of his emotions. And in that fleeting moment, as their lips parted and their eyes locked in silent understanding, Gale surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their shared desire. With a surge of strength, Gale lifted Tav effortlessly into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he carried her towards the bed. Each step felt like a revelation. 

As he gently laid her down upon the soft sheets, their eyes met once more, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes. With trembling hands, Gale traced the contours of her face, memorising every curve and line as if committing them to memory.

Tav appeared as a vision of ethereal beauty, her form draped in the delicate embrace of silk nightwear that accentuated every curve and contour of her body. Gone were the rugged trappings of their journey through the wilderness, replaced instead by the subtle elegance of her attire. Gale found himself captivated, his gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neck, the graceful slope of her shoulders, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath. There was a vulnerability in her appearance that stirred something deep within him, a longing to protect and cherish her with every fiber of his being.

“Oh, Tav,” Gale said as he enveloped her body in his arms, burying his face in the soft curve of her neck, inhaling deeply the sweet, intoxicating scent that enveloped her. The warmth of her body pressed against his own ignited a fire within him, a primal urge that had been dormant for far too long. As their bodies pressed together, a wave of arousal washed over him, leaving him painfully hard and achingly aware of every brush of skin. Tav's hand found its way between their bodies, her touch sending shivers of pleasure racing up his spine as she palmed his growing erection.

A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as pleasure rippled through him, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. It was as if he had been starved for this connection, this physical closeness, and now that he had it, he was powerless to resist its allure. As Tav shifted her position being on top of him, like his queen, straddling Gale's hips, she moved with a fluid grace that left him mesmerised. With deft fingers, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the toned muscles beneath, her touch sending a shiver of anticipation through his willing body.

In response, Gale reached up to grasp the hem of Tav's nightdress, pulling it over her head with a reverence that bordered on worship. As the fabric fell away, she was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, her skin aglow with a warmth that seemed to emanate from within.

Gale's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Tav was utterly beautiful, her rounded breasts heaving with each breath, her thighs pressing against his hips as she straddled him. In that moment he knew, she held him in the palm of her hand, a goddess of desire and passion, and he was powerless to resist as he was just a mere human. 

As she unbuttoned his pants and her fingers wrapped around his throbbing penis, Gale felt himself losing control. Every touch sent shivers down his spine, his desire mounting with each caress. Despite his trembling voice, he managed to murmur, "You don't have to do this."

"But I want to," she responded, her breath warm against his skin as she pressed a tender kiss to the glans of his penis. Gale took a deep breath through his clenched teeth. His arousal was palpable, his desire for her nearly overwhelming as she took him into her mouth with a delicate grace that left him shaking with need. Each sensation was magnified tenfold, every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over him in an ecstatic frenzy. As her lips closed around him, he could feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping him, her tongue dancing along his length with a skill that bordered on sinful.

Gale could hardly contain the primal urge building within him, the intensity of his desire threatening to consume him whole. With each gentle caress and tantalising stroke, he felt himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, his body aching for release. His hips moving shyly, only to be held down by Tav hands.

“ Tav, Tav I’m close,” he said, but she didn’t stop instead she was sucking him even harder. And when Gale finally came, it was like an explosion of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before. With a cry of ecstasy, he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his body convulsing with the force of his release as he spilled himself into Tav's waiting mouth, his senses ablaze with a euphoria that left him gasping for breath. The world went quiet for a second, but not long after he felt Tav body on his. Her soft curves pressed against his chest. Her lips, swollen from their passionate encounter, hovered just inches from his own, and he couldn't resist the urge to draw her closer, his fingers tangling in the silky strands of her hair. Gale smiled. 

With a gentle touch, he brushed a stray lock away from her forehead. When he saw a droplet of his sperm lingering in the corner of her mouth, he couldn't help but be overcome by a sudden surge of desire. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, capturing the droplet with his thumb and bringing it to his lips, savouring the taste of their shared passion as he licked it away. And as their lips met in a searing kiss, Gale felt himself consumed by a hunger unlike anything he had ever known, his hands roaming freely over her back as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. 

Their night was far from the end. 

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire. With every touch, every caress, Gale felt a surge of longing course through him, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. As his hand trailed down her spine, exploring every curve and contour of her body, Tav's breath hitched in her throat, a soft moan escaping her lips as she melted into his touch. And when his fingers finally found their way to the wetness between her legs, she couldn't help but arch her back in response, a shudder of pleasure coursing through her.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Gale shifted his position, kneeling between her legs as he drank in the sight of her. His heart raced in his chest as he watched her, every movement, every quiver of her body, sending waves of desire crashing over him.

"I need you, inside," Tav whispered, reading his thoughts exactly. Her voice barely more than a breathless plea. Her eyes bore into his, dark with desire, and Gale knew he couldn't deny her. With a tenderness Gale lowered himself down onto her, positioning his penis to her sweet entrance. 

He had imagined it countless times during the lonely hours in his study, weaving fantasies in the quiet solitude of his mind. But now, as the reality of their passion unfolded before him, it surpassed even his most vivid dreams. In her embrace, Gale felt a sense of wholeness he had longed for, a completeness that eluded him in his solitary existence. Closing his eyes for a fleeting moment, Gale focused on the sensation of her body beneath his, the warmth of her skin against his own. And when Tav's hips began to move in a gentle rhythm, he followed suit, his movements initially tentative but growing bolder with each passing moment, encouraged by her soft moans. 

Quickly Gale found himself lost in the heady haze of desire, his senses overwhelmed by the sight and sound of Tav squirming beneath him, her moans of pleasure driving him to new heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, each movement of their bodies, he felt a primal urge building within him, driving him ever closer to the brink of release. He groaned each time he was all in, deep inside her sweet wetness, his gaze locked onto hers with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed.

As he drew near, his thrusts grew increasingly erratic, his control slipping with each passing moment. Despite his desperate attempts to hold back, he found himself on the precipice of release, his body trembling with anticipation. "Come for me, my love," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, his fingers tenderly caressing her cheek. And as Tav's back arched in ecstasy, her breath hitching, and walls tightening Gale felt his own climax approaching like a tidal wave, ready to engulf him in its powerful embrace. With a low, guttural grunt, he buried himself deep inside her, his hands gripping hers tightly as he surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over him. With a primal cry, they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their bodies convulsing in unison as waves of bliss washed over them.

In that moment of pure connection, Gale surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him, his release flooding Tav's depths with a torrent of his essence. Deep inside her, he poured himself into her with abandon, his ropes of cum filling her wholly as they became one. As the last echoes of their shared climax faded into the hushed stillness of the room, Gale held Tav tightly in his embrace, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing.

Desperately, Gale clung to the fleeting moment, reluctant to pull away from the intimate connection they shared. He wanted to linger inside her, to savor the warmth of her embrace for just a little while longer, before the outside world intruded once more. 

Gale's touch was tender, his hand tracing soothing patterns along Tav's back, lulling her into a peaceful slumber. With her hand resting gently on his chest, she seemed so close, yet so far away. And for a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect, as if they had found each other's again.But as Gale's fingers sense the tiny wooden duck hidden beneath the pillow, reality came crashing back with brutal clarity. It was a stark reminder of the presence they could not escape, a symbol of the inevitable truth that awaited them at dawn. His heart felt empty. What they had shared this night was nothing more than a fleeting illusion, a desperate grasp at something unattainable.

“I love you,” he said softly, though he knew he shouldn’t. 

With one last lingering gaze at Tav's sleeping form, he turned away, a heavy weight lifting from his shoulders as he made his way out of her bedroom, finally letting her go for good. 

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♡ 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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♡ halsin x astarion headcanons ♡

Halsin thinks Astarion is utterly beautiful and that's how it begins; through his fascination with a pale elf

and let me say; Halsin is not shy, he will tell Astarion how he feels about him rather quickly, he will be adoring him, showering him compliments and though Astarion may not always show it, he secretly enjoys these

but what Astarion is the most fond of is Halsin's words of devotion, his little assurances that Astarion is cherished and loved

of course he often heard words like these, but it was all a lie, soft words and behind those was lust. But Halsin is not like this, he can't be

Astarion feels good in Halsin's presence. he admires him even, his strong body and he gaze at it unabashed.

sometimes he likes to tease Halsin about his abundant hair (so unusual for an elf), but at the same you can hear a pang of fascination in his voice

Halsin is aware of Astarion troubled past, though Astarion not say much on that matters; Halsin just knows. He can see it, sense it and knows Astarion needs a lot of reassurance, even if he's not communicating it very well

so they play a long game, but Halsin is willing to wait

with kind words and soft touches Astarion slowly opens up, show vulnerability, which is not easy for someone like him

at nights, where there's only them Astarion loves being in Halsin's robust arms, it gives him peace

Halsin caresses his face and he's leaning into his hand like a kitten hungry of affection (which makes halsin's heart melt even more)

sometimes Astarion is snappy, is mean, sometimes he's frustrated and spit his words just to hurt and get a reaction, but Halsin's a true stoic at heart and you can't get him mad like this. he knows Astarion don't want to push him really, he's just scared and lost

Halsin can see through Astarion’s snarky remarks and responding with gentleness (and sometimes sarcasm as well, he can be witty when he wants to)

There is not denying the fact that Halsin is calm and his inner calmness has a soothing affect on Astarion. he slowly learns to accept and live freely

and as for Astarion, he shows his love in small endearing ways I feel

he often surprised Halsin with random kisses, enjoying the simplicity of a kiss being just a kiss

sometimes he sits on Halsin's lap, being in the moment, enjoying his warmth and presence

Halsin allows Astarion to do anything that pleases him basically, he let's Astarion set boundaries in their relationship and he's just enjoying tender moments with his pale lover, no matter what they are

about blood; I think drinking Halsin's blood more often than not ends up in some intimate way, as I can't imagine at lest one of them not getting a boner during the process

Astarion drinks Halsin's blood with such care and eagerness, not letting a drop go to waste and it's hottt

and talking about hot; I feel like they like it rough and intense

like hair pulling, body bruising, wet kind of sex

Astarion often prefers to ride Halsin, enjoying the control and Halsin doesn't mind; if something he thinks Astarion looks breathtaking above him, his milky skin glistening with sweat

his big hands guiding his hips and caressing his body

Halsin want to look into Astarion eyes a lot "let me see those eyes"

and when he comes inside him, he grunts and his hands squeeze Astarion tender flesh, his hips almost quiver

when Astarion is close to climax, he guides Halsin’s big, rough (but skilled!) hand to his own member, whimpering deliciously when he comes

after sex however it's all soft and cozy, Halsin treats Astarion with utmost care and love, cleaning him up and showering him with affectionate words

he kisses Astarion all over his beautiful body, making him feel cherished (as he should!)

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and here it is, my favourite ship from the game (apart delulu me x halsin of course) ˙ᵕ˙

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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

Full image here: https://twitter.com/DAICHOUNO/status/1795237029531234519

♡ 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

☆ lovesick gale ☆

who can't flirt but tries so hard for you

who thinks about you obsessively every night before going to sleep

who analyses every interaction you've had, replaying your conversations over and over

who turns red when your knees brush, his cheeks hot

who is so obviously (and painfully) crushing on you

who is already imagining the rest of his life with you

who creates wonders in the weave just thinking about you

who is delicate with you

who sparkles when you ask him a question

who pours his heart into every dish he's made for you

who tugs a wild strand of your hair behind your ear

who boops your nose with his finger

who rest his head on your lap

who likes you all sweaty and covered in blood of your enemies

who kisses you tenderly goodnight

who is desperate for you

who moans, huffs, and puffs when you palm his cock through his trousers

who cries when you dump him, but still let's you go

who forgets his goddess because of you (!)

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so...yeah, I stand for my little, lovesick wizard and I think about him a lot :((

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

♡ lovesick halsin♡

who craves a wooden duck for you, putting his heart into it

who wants to kiss you again and again and again, never getting enough

who sees you as a gift of nature

who worship your body

who traces his finger along the curve of your hips

who constantly watches you, his gaze filled with affection and desire

who feels young again because of you

who wants to show off his muscles in front of you

who sees a lover in you, but also a friend, someone he's longed for the longest time

who shares stories of his past, his voice filled with nostalgia

who finds traces of your presence everywhere he goes, amidst the blooming flowers, the murmuring rivers, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves

who smiles at you with such warmth it makes your heart flutter

who swim in the lake with you during quiet nights, the water shimmering around you, sky full of stars

who loves when you sleep hugged tightly to his chest

who needs to feel your skin on his

who is not shy about the feelings he has for you

who is not shy in the bed either

who likes to give

who thrusts into you like crazy in his bear form, only to heal you tenderly by the morning

who is obsessed with breeding you

who puts his arm around you, with a hint of protectiveness in his touch

who is always attentive to your needs

who often finds himself daydreaming about you during his walks in the forest

who feels his heart swell every time he sees your kindness

who wants only you, but lets you do as you please, which breaks my fucking heart :')

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I think a lot about the last point I made, it doesn't quite sit right with me, and I need to think about it some more. if you have any thoughts or insights about it tho, you know where to find me !!

also....

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

☆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!

you can find more of my works about bg3 ♡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!

hihiiii! if you take requests / suggestions, i’d loooooovvveeee to see something for halsin with an insecure partner, like maybe they’re insecure about scars or something like that, and how halsin would react to that (being as shameless as he is lol)

oh! I absolutely love this request, I was thinking about it for some time and came up with little something(s), enjoy ♡

♡ halsin turning your insecurities into unapologetic love (halsin x shy!reader)♡

Halsin has lived for a long time, long enough to see beauty through more than just limited lenses. He is wise and understands the ways of the world deeply enough to recognise that beauty is everywhere; in tall grass, in abandoned nests, in sunlight filtering through the leaves, in a mother's love, and in acts of kindness. He sees beauty in you as well, and it’s a shame you don’t see yourself the way he does.

"You're a gift of nature,"

he says, and he means it. To him, your scars are a testament to your story and a path leading to untold pleasure (one of many). He doesn’t merely see them; he reveres them. His lips trace every mark and line with a gentle touch, each kiss so lovely and intense it leaves you breathless. His hands explore your body with a passion. He finds beauty in your stretch marks, in the irregularities of your teeth, in every scar. To him, these are not flaws but unique traits that define you. And he loves you.

Halsin’s eyes are ever-watchful, never leaving your body. It’s impossible to hide anything from him for long, as his gaze is both penetrating and tender. He seeks to know and see everything because he desires to embrace all of you. He wants to cherish you completely because he is forever hungry when it comes to you.

During intimate moments, Halsin’s gaze becomes even more intense. Sometimes you catch his eyes flickering with a golden light, a hint of the beast inside him barely held at bay. He locks eyes with you even when he is buried between your thighs, giving you pleasure. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with unabashed longing and the curiosity of a lover, wanting to see if he’s making you feel good. He smiles when you nod at him, his lips and chin smeared with your wetness.

If Halsin shows naked in front of you and you find your eyes on the ground, suddenly all bashful (I would be bashful too, seeing him in his full glory out of nowhere) he smiles to himself; your reactions endearing to him. Then he gently takes your hand and guides it to his body, letting you explore his chest, face, his back, teaching you that it’s okay to touch, to look, to desire. He’s all yours, completely and utterly. His gaze never wavers, and if you try to look away again, he will softly lift your chin with a finger, smiling warmly with reassurance. He lets you touch his penis too, heavy on his thigh. And with every touch you give him, he melts, and moans quietly showing you how good you make him feel.

Whenever you express any insecurity, Halsin responds with an embrace that is both intense and passionate. He pulls you close, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt about him being completely feral when it comes to you. He inspects every part of you, worshipping each inch with kisses, caresses, and gentle bites. If you ever feel the need to hide your breasts (for whatever reason) or any other part of your body, he gently moves your hands aside and showers that area with loving attention.

“Never hide from me,”

he whispers, his voice filled with reverence.

So... yes, Halsin lavishes attention on the parts of you that you’re most insecure about, turning them into focal points of his erotic devotion. He kisses you with a primal need, making you feel like the most desirable person in the world—in his eyes, you truly are. He sees your insecurities as areas that demand his passionate adoration, ensuring that you feel cherished and loved through every touch.

He is often shameless (!), because he’s not afraid to show what he likes, and he intends to show it to you. His desire for you is vocal and unapologetically honest. He frequently whispers dirty words against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he tells you how much he wants to take you right then and there. His passion is unbridled really. Basically he wants you everywhere, in every position, every state and he isn’t afraid to tell you so and it feels good, sooo good knowing he wants you so much.

“I love how you whine when I enter you,”

he might say, his voice thick with desire. He's not telling you this to make you shy of course, he just says it because he means it (so cool).

“I love the way you hold me with your legs."

"The frown between your eyes."

"The way your gaze changes when you desire me.”

(...)

His praises are specific and heartfelt, making you feel adored and seen. Halsin teaches you confidence and self-acceptance through his lovely and endless affection. He helps you see the world and yourself through his eyes, where every imperfection is a unique beauty. He even initiates intimate rituals to help you become more comfortable with your body, massaging you with warm oils, his touch both soothing and arousing. But it's not only that. He guides you hands to touch your body, explore it. Showing you how to find pleasure in your own skin.

Halsin treasures the moments when you reveal your insecurities, responding with love, acceptance, and tenderness. He never laughs or dismisses your fears, no matter how ridiculous they may seem. Instead, he offers soft smiles, wise words, gentle kisses, and loving touches that make you feel safe and wanted. Over time, he helps you believe in your own beauty and worth, which is truly wonderful !!!

In bed, Halsin delights in making you moan and whisper his name, using his expert touch and passionate kisses to dispel your insecurities. He believes that your pleasure is the most beautiful sound, and he works tirelessly to elicit it. He encourages you to express your pleasure openly, teaching you that there is no shame in experiencing such profound joy and ecstasy.

As your confidence grows, you begin to explore your sexual fantasies with him, and Halsin is always very (!) eager to make your dreams come true. He creates a safe space for you to express your deepest desires, responding with enthusiasm and acceptance. He sees you as a divine embodiment of nature’s beauty and primal lust, worshipping you with reverent and hungry touches that make you feel like a goddess.

Because to him, you are a goddess, and he worships you.

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maybe, just maybe I got a little carried away....sorry

but also (!)

about these sexual fantasies, maybe you have some suggestions what could they be? I want some inspiration for some naughty short-story maybe, so please don't be shameful ;) and write to my inbox or sth, also if you want some particular headcanons featuring some characters from bg3 hit me up as well I'M THIRSTY!

and!

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

♡ halsin's little distraction♡

pov:halsin pinning over tav during the tiefling party, after declining their offer to get to know them, he sneaks off to please himself

"There are a lot of thirsty people down there," Halsin remarked, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. He watched you leave, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. Despite your outward composure, he noticed the slight heaviness in your steps, the way your eyes avoided his for a second, and the subtle redness creeping up your neck.

He had known you for such a short time, really; but the sincerity of your reaction to his rejection had stirred something within him. You seemed sweet, trying to mask your disappointment with a brave face. It was a shame, as in his eyes there was no reason for embarrassment. You simply saw an opportunity and took it. If circumstances were different, you wouldn’t have needed to ask—he would have been the one to come to you first, eager and unabashed. But duty weighed heavily on him, now stronger then ever. So Halsin held back his desires, even as a slow-burning heat smoldered deep inside him, a tightness growing within.

oh

He felt a bit too old to be reacting to you with such enthusiasm. Perhaps the goblin cell had worn on him… or maybe he simply liked you more than he expected.

The Tiefling party continued in full swing, laughter and music blending into a joyous symphony. Yet, amidst all of this, Halsin couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. His thoughts lingered on the curve of your smile, the subtle grace in your movements. A bottle of wine, held firmly in your hand.

His mind swirled, unable to withstand the overwhelming desire. He had to get out of there, to clear his mind and relieve the tension building in his pants. He could sense you, see you talking and laughing with joy, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

Halsin definitely needed a moment of solitude away from certain distractions; realizing he had to distance himself from you. Otherwise, he might reconsider your rather open invitation, take you somewhere private, and thoroughly fuck you until those cheeks turned red for entirely different reasons than sour wine. Oh, how he would like to see that, but he couldn’t; he needed to remind himself over and over again. So discreetly, Halsin slipped away, his tall, broad frame moving with surprising stealth as he sought refuge in the embrace of the forest.

The sounds of the party faded behind him, replaced by the whispering of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Halsin took a deep breath, letting the crisp night air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes, hoping to regain some of his composure. But the fire within him burned just as fiercely, refusing to be extinguished. Leaning against the rough bark of a towering oak, he allowed his mind to wander, conjuring images of you. On your knees. Your mouth ready for him, your fingers eager, clutching his cock like you clutched a wine bottle mere moments ago.

His hand, large and calloused, ventured beneath the waistband of his pants, seeking the source of his mounting passion. As his fingers brushed against his hard length, a shiver ran through him. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

With deliberate slowness, Halsin freed his aching erection, the cool night air a stark contrast against his heated skin. His shaft was thick and heavy, already slick with the evidence of his arousal. He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, his grip firm.

Closing his eyes yet again, he allowed himself to fully indulge in the fantasy. He imagined your hands instead of his own, your touch gentle and exploring. He could almost feel your breath against his skin, your lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along his length. A low groan escaped his lips as he began to stroke himself, his hand moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Up and down, up and down. Each stroke was deliberate, drawing out the pleasure with a tantalizing slowness. He smeared the bead of precum over the swollen head of his cock, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His thoughts were consumed by you.

Halsin’s breathing grew heavier, each exhale a soft, breathy moan that mingled with the night air. His strokes quickened, his hand sliding smoothly along his shaft, the friction igniting a burning need that only seemed to grow with each passing moment. He pictured you on your knees before him, your mouth soft and inviting, your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. The thought alone made him tremble with anticipation. His hand moved faster now, his grip tightening as he chased the rising tide of pleasure.

The forest seemed to hold its breath, the world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through his body. Halsin’s mind was awash with lust and longing, each stroke of his hand bringing him closer to the edge. He could almost hear your voice, whispering words of encouragement, encouraging him with breathy moans and soft gasps.

The look of disappointment on your face, eyebrows slightly raised, lips wet, slightly open.

As his release neared, his strokes became more urgent, his hips thrusting into his hand with a desperate need. The tension coiled within him, growing tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a deep, guttural groan, Halsin came, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the forest floor. The intensity of his climax left him breathless, his body trembling with the force of his release. It felt so good.

For a moment, he stood there, panting and spent, the cool night air a soothing balm against his heated skin. Leaning his head against the oak, he tried to regain his composure. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world coming back into focus. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet, calm energy. The nature was particularly beautiful during nights like these and so were you, he instantly thought. Utterly beautiful.

Halsin wiped his hand clean, his mind slowly clearing as he adjusted his clothes. A sense of peace settled over him, the tension that had gripped him now replaced by a comforting warmth. After this, he believed he could endure being near you for a little longer.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips. It was fortunate he hadn’t had a drink that night, as he was certain he would have blurted out his feelings for you and maybe even tried to serenade you, which would have been unbearably embarrassing, even for him.

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again, thank you for this request

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