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Gale whimpers

the most delicious kind of whimper

that make you want to devour him whole as you see him all flushed on the bed

white sheets crumbling under his body

his hands behind his back, tied, at your mercy

his penis rock hard as he moans “please..”

but you won’t listen

you want to torment him some more

you lower your hips, painfully slowly

his tip entering your wet insides

you feel Gale's body tensing at the feeling

and you go a little lower, taking more of him, but not all of him

he wants to lift his hips, so they can meet yours, but you won't let him

he moans from desperation, eager for more

the look on his face makes you almost want to give him what he wants

but it’s not the time

you raise your hips yet again leaving his penis bothered and lonely

you repeat the action, again and again, making him lose his mind

all gale can think about is how badly he wants to be inside you, fully

his eyes watery, watching you with such need, “please” he says yet again

you kiss him hard, your hand gripping his hair

and finally you take him all in, in one quick thrust, clenching hard

Gale's eyes widen

he yelps against your lips, his brows frown, his eyes tightly shut

he just came

so sweet, you think

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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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GALE eats you out so good. He's devouring you. Nose brushing your clit levels of buried in your pussy. He's moaning and humming, like it's just as pleasurable to him as it is you. You'd think he'd be quite, because his mouth is full, but every opportunity he has to breathe, he uses it to speak lavish praises. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread, relishing in the way the muscle twitched under his palms. As much as he loved having his head caged between your legs, he wanted you open. You were louder like that. He was always desperate for your praise and you never let him go without when he was doing this. A hand gripping his hair, keeping it from falling in his face. He let your hips chase his mouth when he'd pull away for air. He loved hearing you say he was the best. That he was so good. That no one does it like this, that it's literally impossible for someone to be better. He'd gladly lap at you as long as you said things like that. His hips rolling into the mattress, gaining infuriating relief. Not enough to make himself feel better, it'd make the ache rise and fall with each time he'd grind against the mattress. His breaths hot and heavy against your cunt. Loud whines and whimpers before he'd snap out of it, going right back to his task. He loved how you came on his face. How you stuck to his beard and his senses taken up by you.

duped [rome’s writing]

pairing: gale dekarios x gn!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

content warning: gale getting cucked by himself, magical sexy time, restraints

romie note: “Guys im too lazy to be making my own accounts okaie? so here i am posting on moons which i might be doing from time to time cuz gawd dawm can Gale absolutely RAIL ME- i mean cuz i miss writing,,, love you guys -rome 🖤”

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Although Gale was never keen to share you, there was one exception he would always allow - his mirror image. Call it vain or selfish, but he couldn’t let another have you, and he made up for that with letting you have twice as much of him. It’s how you ended up here.

“You’re so pretty Gale,” he shudders as you come up behind him, fingers raking over his shoulders and down his chest as you kiss and nip gently at his neck. His wrists fight against their restraints as he tilts his head back into you, begging for more without saying a word. You’re quick to pull away from him, leaving him groaning as you make your way around him to the bed, a grin forming on the duplicates face as you pull him into a light kiss.

Gale can’t tear his eyes away as you sink to your knees, his twins hand entangled in your hair as you plant kisses on chest, then stomach, before giving on kiss next to the base of his cock.

“Does he taste like you too?” You tease, turning to give Gale a smirk. His own cock is straining against his pants, begging to be let out, touched, and sucked till he was seeing scars. His hair was a mess and his face burning bright pink as his lips lightly separated as his voice comes out in whimpers.

“Yes,” his flush grows dark as he averts his eyes from you. “I made sure he was the same in every way.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him before turning your attention back to the clone in front of you, licking a long stride up his cock and tasting Gale in your mouth. His hand twists in your hair as you repeat the motion again and again dragging light whimpers from both your men.

The replicate has the same impatience as Gale, stopping your teasing and moving ever so demanding, sliding his dick slowly into your mouth. He pushed your head down till your fully at his base, choking at the fullness prodding your throat before pulling out, allowing you air before taking it away once again. He sets a relentless pace, turning slightly so Gale could get the perfect view of him fucking your mouth raw. Spit dripped down your chin as you moaned around him causing the duplicate to whimper and grip your hair harder.

Gale pulls against his restraints once again, a wet patch forming on his pants as his cock leaks and begs to be sucked like the one in front of him. He whimpers and bites his bottom lip as tears prick his eyes, he aches for your touch but can only helplessly watch as you pleasure his mirror image instead. He watches the ways you hollow your cheeks, thighs clenching together as you try to get some sort of friction for yourself as you gag and whine around him.

He adores your eagerness, the way you would do anything for even a replication of his cock. He could cum from the sight alone. Utter devotion to him and him alone. His clones hips falter and you eagerly pick up the pace for him, bring your hands up to continue pumping him as your leave your mouth open sticking your tongue out awaiting his release. His cum releases in hot strips, coating your tongue, face, and chest and you swear Gale must’ve modified him so that he would come twice the amount just so he could see you covered in his seed.

“You are so perfect,” Gale whimpers out, trying his hardest to immortalize the scene in front of him, to sear it into his brain. He would happily forget all his knowledge of the Weave, of Mystra herself, just to have the sight of you pumping his weeping dick, covered in his cum forever in his mind.

“Gods, please, please release me,” he mewled.

“Why should I?” you smirk, climbing onto the bed and getting onto your hands and knees. Gale is just out of reach but his duplicate moves around you teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. “Seems like he can fuck me just as you could.”

Gale seethes as your mouth falls open whining in pleasure as his twin continues teasing your slit up and down. “Please, I’m begging you.”

You pretend to think it over, reaching out a hand to rest of his thigh right as his duplicate fully sinks into you. You let out a shocked gasp that quickly turns into loud, whiny moans as he pulls back out till just the tip of his cock is inside you before slamming in once again. Your nails dig into the real Gale’s thighs as you get fucked from behind. He’s relentless like his true twin, and all you can do is moan and stare into the eyes of the man in front of you. Pure desperation come from his pleading eyes as he can only watch your bliss, cum and droll dripping from your open mouth and onto the bed below you.

“Gale— fuck, please,” you moan out and you aren’t sure which Gale you are begging for. The clone is filling you up so perfectly, exactly the same way the real Gale would, pounding into you over and over again, hitting all the right places. Your eyes rake over Gale’s body, the sweat rolling down his chest, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the arms of the chair. For a brief moment, you debate allowing him free, letting him fuck your mouth till you can’t breath or talk while his clone fucks you till you can’t walk. As tempting of an idea as it is, you barely get time to register as the replica brings his fingers down to further your simulation and brings you over the edge as he rails you into the sheets, an unforgiving hand at your lower back pushing you down. Gale’s name falls from your mouth over and over as if he was your only salvation, hips stuttering against yours as his twin fills you up with his cum. You gasp for breath, clawing at the real Gale’s thighs unable to do anything more than whimper and shake as you are filled to the brim before the clone of Gale releases his grasp on you and disappears before you have a chance to even look back at him.

Meanwhile the Gale in front you tugs at his restraints, a glossy tear streaming down his face as he attempts to throw himself at you. You smile lazily, dragging yourself from the bed and sitting on his lap, legs falling on either side of him lazily. You card your fingers through his hair and capture his lips in a desperate kiss. His cock is straining hard against his pants underneath you, his own cum leaking out of you onto the rough fabric of his robes.

“Please,” his voice is a broken cry, and you gently roll your core against him reveling in the way he desperately ruts his cock back against you. You continue the motion, rocking yourself back and forth against him despite how sensitive you are, mewling happily as he bites and sucks at your neck, grinding up into you.

“Gods you feel amazing,” he whines. He feels so dirty rutting against you desperately, thighs covered in his own sticky mess as you fall apart against him, hands wrapped tight in his hair as you subconsciously continue to roll your hips into his desperate to fell him cum despite having felt it twice before. Your throat is raw and your voice is barely audible as you whisper the incantation to release Gale from his bonds.

His hands immediately fly up and entangle themselves around you, one in your hair tugging your head back and the other around your back to support you as he grinds his member against you. It’s embarrassing how fast and how hard he cums once he’s able to fully touch you, body quivering as he shakes and ruts against you, creating a mess in his pants as he cums. His arms wrap around your torso, pulling you close as he capture your lips in a short but sweet kiss as you both try to catch your breath. He legs stumble, barely working as he pulls you both out of the chair, lying down on the bed side by side.

“Next time I want you both” you whisper, looking over to lock eyes with the brown ones next to you.

“Agreed.”

gale just has that breeding kink vibe about him idk

Declarations Of Love

Happy Monday. Have a smutty little Gale fic.

I wanted to write a little story set directly after the astral love scene. Tav showing Gale just how wonderful and messy and real human sex can be. And Gale realizing how different it was being with a goddess and how fun it can be to just get sweaty and how beautiful imperfections can be.

18+, NSFW, Smut, Feelings, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, non-named or described Female Tav x Gale.

Words: 4,317

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Tav slowly came back to herself, feeling her senses return as if waking from a deep dream. She let her eyes slowly open, seeing that the beautiful watercolor sky that Gale had projected was still there. She raised her head, feeling a bit dizzy; her body still tingling with sensations she was acutely unaccustomed to. She looked over to see Gale, who was already sitting up and gazing at her dreamily, a small smile on his face.

"Welcome back." He said.

Tav sat herself up fully, taking another glance around, feeling strangely out of place for some reason. She blinked furiously.

"Don’t worry. It might take some getting used to, coming back to yourself after an experience like that." He explained and reached out a hand to her. She grabbed it and gave it a squeeze, looking down before meeting his eyes again.

"I thought...I..." She paused, trying to form her many questions into something resembling coherent words. One thought stuck out to her though as she looked down to her clothes, unable to not be very aware that they were still fully dressed. "We still have our clothes on. I guess I expected we'd wake up naked or something." She gave a small nervous chuckle at her own lack of understanding about what they had just done, trying not to feel foolish. Although, she realized, it wasn't every day someone made love you in an astral form.

Gale, thankfully, showed no sign of disappointment or judgement at her lack of understanding. He simply gave a nod and a soft smile.

"Yes, right. Think of it like our spirits merging, we left our bodies behind so we didn't really have need for them." He explained naturally, as if it was the most normal occurrence in the world. 

Tav hesitated. 

"So, we didn't... touch?" She mused, unable to not feel a sight twinge of disappointment. She was pleased, completely satisfied in ways she didn't think were possible, and utterly charmed by what Gale had done, but it was just so out of her wheelhouse she felt a little lost on how to process it all.

"Oh, I assure you we touched in more ways than are even known to most mortals." Gale smiled slyly at her, not picking up on her apprehension. She narrowed her eyes at him and scooted closer to plant a gentle kiss on his lips, savoring the moment of physical contact. It felt almost too innocent, given all they had just experienced, but made her heart race all the same.

"That's not what I mean." She said and arched a brow at him.

His face fell as doubt flickered through him like an electric shock- it wasn't good enough for her. Foolish wizard, he thought, of course she couldn't be charmed so completely in just one night.

"Did you not..." He started. As if sensing his train of thought starting to spiral, Tav grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him again, longer and wetter this time, stealing his doubts away with a swipe of her tongue against his. She pulled away a touch, still holding his face between her hands.

"Gale, it was amazing. I didn't, even in my wildest dreams, think pleasure could be like that." She explained with a purr. His face eased immediately and lit up with a smile, but his eyes remained cautious; he could tell there was another part of her sentence coming. 

"But...I also want to touch you. I want....I want to feel your sweat drip onto me. I want to feel your muscles tighten as you grab me. Your hands as they dig into my flesh..." She paused, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Gale felt his mouth watering. It had been quite some time since he had been with a woman in that way. After so many years with no alternative, he had started to convince himself that the astral form was the penultimate way of making love. But he couldn't deny his body lighting up in anticipation at her words. He was more than ready to be convinced otherwise.

"Go on..." He grinned through his heart leaping into his throat, his cheeks growing red.

Tav dropped her hands, sliding them down to his shoulders. She leaned in, kissing his cheek and moving down his neck between words, making a point to finish each kiss with a wet nibble to emphasize her thoughts.

"I want to feel you inside me. I want to see your face when you finish. I want to taste you... I want to show you how much I love you the way I know how."

She paused and looked back up to him, unsure of how he would react to this level of candor. But she could already feel his pulse racing, and saw his mouth hanging open slightly. His eyes were gazing at her; heavy with lust at her unabashed words.

Gale had to admit, for all his posturing about the uses of magic, he forgot how enticing and real the pleasure of actual flesh could be. He could already feel his cock twitching and growing hungrily in his pants, straining against the fabric.

"I would very much like that as well." He managed to breath out, trying to keep himself cool.

Tav grinned at him, giving him another lingering kiss. He reached up to slide his hands up her arms, making his own point to heed her words and feel every inch of skin with the tips of his fingers. But she pulled away, not wanting to waste any time and in one quick motion pulled her tunic up over her head and cast it aside.

Gale let his gaze fall to her chest, which was growing as blushed as her cheeks, stealing a second to admire her body. She leaned back in, pushing another kiss onto him and pulling his eyes back to her face. After a moment more he felt a gentle tug on his own tunic and she leaned away again.

“Off.” She said simply.

“Happy to oblige.” Gale reached down to pull off his own shirt and felt Tav roll away a moment, noting the absence of her warmth against his legs. When his own tunic was off he found her finishing tugging off her pants and casting them away as well.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in the full sight of her, her skin shining from his artificial starry painted sky. He tried to note every curve, every scar, every pore; searing the image of her into his brain. Tav bit away a grin as his leering and crawled back towards him, sitting her hips down just beside his, legs folded beneath her.

She took another indulgent moment to kiss him deeply again, letting her fingers and hands trail across the newly exposed skin of his chest. Gale hummed into her mouth in approval as she traced patterns and circles around his skin, pausing for a moment to give his nipple a playful squeeze. He pulled away a second to give her a wry smile.

“Ouch. You cheeky thing.” He beamed at her and reached his hands up to grab her body, intent on caressing it the way she was doing to him. Tav grabbed his hands and pushed them back down, stopping him from moving and giving him one final kiss before pulling away. He looked at her, his face a question; but she only answered with a smile.

Hands on his chest again, she pushed him back until he was almost laying down and she started working her way down his chest with careful wet kisses. He tilted his head up to watch her, anticipation of what was to come presenting itself as his racing heartbeat drumming almost painfully against his ribs. He swallowed thickly as she reached the edge of his pants. She peeked her head up from her kisses to meet his eyes as she deftly unclasped his pants and started to shimmy them down. He tilted his hips up a touch, and assisted, unable to stop his hands from shaking slightly as he did.

Cock fully exposed and standing upright she ignored it for a moment and instead continued pulling until his pants and underwear were fully off. She paused at his feet, again giving him another sly smile, noticing his chest heaving and his body practically vibrating with desire.

Dragging her hands up his legs so her fingernails trailed on his skin she felt him shudder as she squirmed her way slowly back up between his parted legs. She reached her destination, head poised carefully above his hardness. Tav looked up once more, meeting his eyes as her nails finished their trail and paused at the very edge of his groin. He stared back at her, eyes brimming with lust, willing her through the ferocity of his stare to continue. 

Tav licked her lips, and opened her mouth, letting a small trail of spittle drip down onto his tip. Even at that slightest of contact he groaned, his stomach flipping. She leaned forward, giving his thigh a quick teasing nibble before pulling her head up again, breath barely grazing his cock. She carefully wrapped her fingers around him, starting at the tip and slowly easing her way down his length using her spit to ease the friction. 

"Gods." He moaned out and let his head fall back onto the ground. His voice was almost tinged with frustration as his need for her threatened to flood his senses entirely. 

Above them, the aurora painted sky started to flicker irregularly as Tav eased her fist up and down, alternating between a hard and soft squeeze. Hearing him give another grunt and sharp breath in she finally gave in. Leaving her fist securely at his base she leaned forward, taking him just into her mouth, letting him feel her as she rolled her tongue across his tip, already tasting what was leaking out. He gave a louder heady moan and she felt his body clench beneath her teasing touches.

She grabbed his thigh and leaned her head down, taking him in further, pausing every second to continue to swipe her tongue around his pulsing shaft.

"By the Gods, Tav." She heard him utter with a shaky breath as her mouth finally met her fist. If her mouth wasn't so occupied she would've smiled at his delight. Instead she raised her head up again, continuing the same motions with her tongue as she went up and started building a rhythm, adding her fist in as she went back down. 

Gale was panting now, having the strange unnatural feeling of being unable to form words as she continued this pattern of tongue, mouth, and hand, working in careful harmony to dance around his cock and bring him to the brink of pleasure.

He started moaning her name and Tav released the hand gripping him to take him in further, feeling herself gag slightly as the hit the back of her throat.

Hearing her gag, Gale cried out, as a sharp heavy feeling gripped his chest suddenly and he reached up with a gasp. The orb, his overstimulated and confused mind raced. But no, it was stilled, he quickly recalled.

Tav immediately stopped her workings and leaned back up slightly to put her hand on top of his.

"Gale, are you okay?" She asked, voice hoarse and rife with concern. He leaned up to look at her, and saw her face was deeply blushed from her efforts, her eyes watering slightly. The sight of her took his breath away again but he now recognized it as the pleasurable kind of shock. The heavy manic feeling in his chest and belly; it wasn't the orb, it was his absolute overwhelming pleasure and love for her that was making his heart beat out of his chest and setting his body on fire.

"Just fine, phantom pains it would seem. Not used to this much....uh.. stimulation." He said with a deep breath, a little embarrassed at the outburst.

"Do you want me to stop?" Tav frowned.

"Oh, no, definitely no, please no." He quickly responded, raising a brow at her and grinning slightly.

Tav smiled back and released his hand, quick to resume her position. She gave his cock a quick swipe from base to tip with her tongue before going fully down on him again, more accustomed now to her limit, letting her throat get used to him as she continued to bob her head up and down. Pushing herself a little further onto him each time.

Gale was panting again, allowing the feelings to wash over him, finally feeling safe and secure in her careful hands. Understanding now the deep pulsing in his chest as a desirable one. His hands twitched and he reached down, carefully grabbing her pooling hair and pulling it up over her head to hold it secure. The move allowed him an indulgent glance downward, getting a quick look at her face as she eagerly took in his length before he leaned his head back down with a loud groan at the sight of her.

One hand gripping his thigh for support, Tav reached down to ever so gently cup and massage his balls, taking his full length in her once more and giving a gentle hum, her entire mouth and throat to vibrating on him. 

Gale had already been close but that sent him over the edge. A loud cry of pleasure tore from his lips as he felt the building pressure hit its peak in his core and shoot upwards. He released and slammed his eyes shut, his body shuddering and screaming internally as he came hard inside her mouth. 

At that moment, his concentration finally shattered as his mind was taken over with bliss and tremors rolled through him and, mirroring his body’s reaction, the painted sky exploded above them. Dancing sparks of silver and purple fluttered to the ground around their bodies like snowfall, illuminating it briefly before flickering out. 

He slowly eased his eyes open, sucking in deep breaths as his cock continued to pulse inside her warm mouth and watching the stars fall until the moody dark sky was all that was left. Tav finished licking his softening cock clean and crawled upwards, planting kisses along the way until she was flush with him. 

For a blissful moment, neither spoke as Gale allowed his senses to return to himself and they held each other in content silence, his arms wrapped securely around her shoulders. His looming doom always just at the edge of his mind, he found himself idly wondering if there was any spells that would allow him to freeze a moment in time forever; because, he realized he would choose this moment if he could. Tav gave a soft sigh just beneath his chin, snapping him away from his thoughts.

Gale smiled to himself.

"You know, I'm not going to say there was any sort of unspoken competition in what we could each show each other and how we could best affirm our love and desires, but I'll just say I'm very pleased you apparently treated it as such and gave it your most attentive efforts." He said and shot her a look. Tav grinned and nuzzled his neck a moment before leaning up on her elbow to meet his face.

"Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment?" She knit her brows together in mock confusion.

"Oh yes, it was most certainly a compliment. You have my deepest admiration and appreciation of your... skills." He hesitated at the last moment, trying to use his words to convey just how deeply he felt and already feeling like he was failing miserably, head still foggy with bliss.

"I think that just means we'll need to compete more. I'll even offer to help you practice, whenever you want." Her last words came out a whisper on his lips as she leaned in for a deep kiss. "How much time do you think we have left in the night?" She pulled away for a moment, trailing her hands up and down his chest, running them through the smattering of hair on his stomach.

Gale glanced up to the dark sky.

"Well, I never would have thought to find myself thinking it was a good thing we were in a place that always held the night, but as they say, there is a first time for every thought." He looked back down to her with a sly smile. "I do suppose we have a little more time at least." He added, more seriously. 

Tav scooted herself further up, meeting his lips once again and kissing him deeply. Their tongues spiraling around each other delicately as she slowly slipped her body on top of his. She adjusted herself so she was fully straddling him, her thighs caged around his hips.

As they kissed Tav turned her focus to his body, wanting still to give him all the pleasures of the flesh she could think of. She started massaging his shoulders with a few squeezes and kneading motions, working her way down his arms and giving them the same attention.

Gale hummed his delight into their kisses. Aside from the physical intimacy, he couldn't remember the last time he had an actual massage and his aching muscles after their weary travels now yearned for it desperately. He made a mental note to ask her for a full massage should they survive the next few days.

Tav’s hands had moved onto his chest, working their way down once more, and again he found his chest drumming hard with anticipation. She reached her purchase, finding him already half hard and still sticky and gave him a few eager strokes to bring him to full hardness. 

She released her hand and broke away from the kiss, sitting herself up further, hands on his chest to support herself. Watching his face carefully, she gave a slow roll of her hips, dragging the edge of her wet cunt up and down the length of him. 

Gales eyelids fluttered and he grabbed onto her hips hard, squeezing them tightly. Pushing away a smile at the effect it was having on him, Tav repeated the motion, sliding herself again up and down the length of him slowly.

"For the love of all that is holy, no more teasing Tav." He frowned up at her, a smile at the corner of his tense mouth. Tav bit away her smile, she had wanted to draw things out, but she had waited so long for this she found that she was growing as impatient as he was.

She raised her hips high and lowered herself onto him, taking him in fully as she lowered her body until she could go no further and he was completely sheathed within her. Gale sighed in delight at the feeling of being inside of her and sucked a deep breath in as she raised herself up again for another dip back down.

She quickly found a rhythm, alternating between rolling her hips against his and raising them up and down as his hands dug into the flesh of her hips. Tav tossed her head back, letting her eyes fall shut and moaning out his name into the night air.

"Gale." She breathed out in a drawn out whine as she lowered herself onto him again in a quick succession of up and down movements. 

Gale however, fought every urge to let his eyes fall shut with pleasure. He found himself actually quite struck with the sight of her. He wanted to savor every moment of this, every possible sensation of her.

The entirety of the moment caught him in the chest with a punch that knocked the air from his lungs. The pure warmth of her fluttering cunt around his cock. The beads of sweat forming and dripping down her skin. The smell in the air of their mingled sex. The wet stickiness of their fluids accumulating on their thighs. The sound of her crying his name into the cool air. The sound of their skin smacking together with every descent of her hips. Even the hard ground below the blanket beneath them. It was all so real, so messy, so alive. He didn't even realize how much he missed it until it was right here in front of him. She was so delicately and tangibly real. So physical. So imperfect in the most beautiful way.

He moved his hands to circle her waist, deeper desires he hadn't let himself feel in ages taking hold and quickly pulled her close until her chest crashed against his. In a deft move that surprised even himself he rolled her over until he was on top of her. The surprise quickly faded from Tav’s eyes and she beamed up at him, happy to see him take give in to his base urges and take charge.

The move had caused him to slip out and he quickly grabbed her thigh, pulling it up and driving himself back into her with a solid thrust. She gave out a cry of delight as he pushed himself into her again and again, his other hand gripping the blanket beneath her.

Tav craned her head back as far as it could go, moaning out his name with each thrust and arching her chest into him. He leaned forward and gave a lick of her neck, wanting to add one final sensation to the list; the taste of her salty sweet skin on his tongue. It incensed him even more and before long he felt, for the second time that night, after so much time alone, a tension building in his core.

"Tav." He groaned out. Tav leaned her head back down, opening her eyes to meet his. He gave her a messy kiss and leaned her forehead onto hers. 

"Gale." She echoed, her breath mingling with his. 

"I'm going to..." He started but found words fled him again and he wasn't even able to finish his sentence. Tav gave a weak nod and a half smile, breathing heavy through parted lips. She reached up, grabbing the back of his head and tangling her fingers in his hair. 

"Gale...." She moaned out again. Hearing her cry out his name like that could have finished him off alone and he was unable to hold back any further. He gave a final deep thrust and buried within her came so hard he felt dizzy. He wanted to keep watching her face, but he felt lightheaded as his orgasm washed over him and smothered his face in her neck, letting out a drawn out groan as his body convulsed with pleasure. 

Tav was right behind, feeling his cock pulse as throb as he came inside her. With one final cry into the air she felt own release, the tension that had been building inside coursing through her whole body like a cresting wave and she arched her chest into him once more, her hands and legs tingling as her body lit up. 

They both panted heavy, breath all but gone at their exertions, and Gale suddenly felt his body weaken as his orgasm continued to pulse echoing aftershocks through him. His arms gave out and he fell onto Tav’s chest with a sigh.

She let out a puff of air as he fell at the sudden unexpected weight. Before he could move though she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him still, her heart beating wildly in his ear.

Gale smiled into her heaving chest, once again relishing in the acute physicality of her. Of them. They were sweaty, and messy, and sticky; and he realized he wouldn't trade that for all the realms.

Laying still as their sweat slick bodies cooled and heart beats settled Tav tried to enjoy the moment, emptying her head of all other thoughts outside of holding her lover in her arms. Gale did the same, and found for once after so much lingering anguish, no thought other than the sensation of his flesh pressed against hers was disturbing him.

After a second, a thought popped into her head.

"You know..." She started. Gale leaned his head up meet her eyes with a raised brow. Tav continued.

"I'm not sure if that counts as a win for me or a win for you." She teased playfully. Gale smiled at that and gave her a soft kiss.

"Hmm, I would think both. But we will just have to make further attempts to reach a solid unbiased conclusion. You know I thrive on academic challenges and researching my favorite subjects.” He said in a somewhat serious studious voice. Tav grinned up at him and gave a nod.

"I will make sure we have plenty of chances to keep at it." She said and couldn't help but feel her smile fall. She shook the thought from her head as quickly as it tried to take hold. The unsaid and unacknowledged weight of what might come next wouldn't taint this. No. Neither of them would let it. Gale seemed to be of the same mind, and reached a hand up to brush a strand of wet hair from her cheek, determined to enjoy these fleeting moments.

"I would be most pleased with that." He said, barely above a whisper and gave her another kiss before settling his head back onto her chest to savor the time they had left before they had to return to camp. 

It wouldn't be thought of. It wouldn't be said; what would come next. No, it wouldn't be. If he could just hold onto her tight enough, love her enough, put all his magic energy into this moment, he almost could believe it could last forever.

First of all I love your work!! I keep rereading kiss the cook. I have a request God! Gale/Tav. A spicy fic about Tav and God Gale’s first time since he’s turned into a god.

anon. anon im so sorry. this turned into angst. please forgive me <3

NSFW

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Tav hasn't seen Gale since he left in search of the crown, promising to find her and bring her with him to Elysium. She'd believed him, but she thought he'd have come to her by now.

It's been 6 months. She's starting to lose faith.

She isn't completely convinced that he's going to come to the party. Withers insists he sent Gale an invite, but she's trying not to hold her breath. 'Trying' being the key-word here.

The truth is, she's desperate to see him again. She aches for him. He completes a part of her that she didn't even know was missing. He's soft and gentle with her in a way no one ever has been before, he's all light touches and tender caresses. He smells like old books and cinnamon, and he brings her more comfort than anything else could. She'll do anything for him. She just wants him back.

Withers is encouraging everyone to raise their glasses, finishing his toast, and her heart sinks at the realisation that Gale won't be turning up.

She wishes he would turn up.

Shadowheart is midway through saying something to her, clearly trying to take her mind off of him despite it being a fruitless cause, when a blinding beam of light flashes down from the sky.

It's like a bolt of lighting, the speed at which it descends, and there's a long pause where the light persists as if frozen in time, before it slowly fades away. Gale stands in its place and she runs to him, ecstatic, before her footfalls slow as she takes him in.

He did it. He found the crown. He became a God.

He looks so different. His whole body shimmers chrome, catching the light like an errant jewel in a necklace. His hair, once soft and flowing, seems sculpted to his head and body like a statue, every hint of his natural colour replaced with the same otherworldly silver as the rest of him. His eyes are glowing pits, no longer the soft warm brown she so loved looking into. They seem to create their own light, which wisps and curls around his eyebrows like ink through water. He looks glorious.

He looks new.

He spots her, smiles, and crosses the remaining distance. He stops a foot away.

"I had hoped I'd see you here." He says, and his voice. It's so different now. It echoes and reverberates as though he's stood in a vast cave, it screams of power and strength. It's his voice, still, but it doesn't sound like him anymore. There's something missing from behind his words that makes them feel slightly empty.

"I..." She feels shellshocked, "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

"Forget you? Never." His words make her heart sing, but his tone is all wrong. She knows he means it, but it just sounds so... lifeless.

He keeps talking, "I'm afraid time works quite differently in Elysium. I didn't realise how long I'd been gone, until I received Withers' summon."

All the time she spent, the months dragging on, missing and longing for him, had felt like mere moments to him. It makes her feel a little bitter, but she pushes the feeling down.

He's still talking. Something about 'the finer points of divine ascension' and how 'mortal comprehension' isn't enough to fully understand. He found the crown, he reforged it, he took control of it. The Karsite Weave has become the Galarian Weave. He commands it.

Tav swallows around the lump in her throat, "well, I'm ready to come with you."

His face twists into some sort of amusement, as if he finds her eagerness endearing. When he speaks, his tone is that of a teasing reprimand. "I see you won't be claiming the dominion of 'patience' in the heavens. All in good time, my love. For now, mortality has one more night of enjoyment in store..."

He takes her hand in his, and her skin tingles where they make contact, as though molten electricity courses through his veins. He leads her away from the party, and she hears the woops and catcalls of the rest of her friends as they fade away from view.

When he presses his lips to hers, it feels like static shock. When he runs his hands down her arms, it feels like the air right before lighting strikes. When he slowly undresses her, ready to worship her body as if she's the immortal being, not him, her skull tingles and her eyes water. It's so intense. He's barely even touched her and it's so, so intense.

He strips her slowly. Reverently. He has nothing but time. He has no need to rush, no need to worry. Everything is so different now. There's no hiding in tents trying to be private, there's no sneaking off in the night and tucking themselves back into their clothes before they get caught, there's no stolen kisses when everyone's looking away. He has eternity. They have eternity.

When she's laid on the ground, stripped bare for him, he lifts her legs over his shoulders and descends on her core with his mouth. He moves his lips like he's sending a prayer through her body, like she's the conduit to his devotion. His tongue ghosts over her nerves and she feels like a lighting rod the way his energy travels through her, as though seeking to ground itself through her fingertips as she digs them into the dirt.

And when he lays his body across hers, enters her with one smooth thrust, it's blinding pleasure. Every stroke he takes has lights blinking behind her eyes, every thrust like a jolt of power travelling up to her throat. When she finds her release it crackles through her like an exposed wire touching water, and when his follows shortly after her vision goes white with ecstasy at the feeling, as though his very essence is spreading through her marrow.

They lay together for a while, staring at the stars. He tells her of Elysium, of the endless ocean of constellations and the rivers of pure light. He speaks about his domain, how the Crown of Karus is kept safe at the centre of it, how he protects it with his immense newfound power. He waxes poetic about the shrines that have already been erected in his honour; several in Thay, and a grand temple under construction in Amn.

It dawns on her, all at once, that he hasn't asked how she's been.

She feels a pit open up in her stomach.

He tells her about the fathomless power at his disposal. He tells her about dragging the crown from the Chinonthar. He tells her about his disagreement with Mystra, when she learnt of his ascension, and his plans to challenge her further in time.

He doesn't ask about his mother. He doesn't ask about Tara. He doesn't ask about her.

It feels like she's ripping in half.

All too soon they're standing at the edge of the river.

"So, it's time for me to return to the heavens. The question is - do you wish to join me? To become a God at my side?"

Her stomach lurches.

She wants to. She wants to remain at his side, for all of eternity. She wants to go with him and build a home with him in the sky, a domain of magic of their own creation.

But she also wanted to create a home with him in Waterdeep. She wanted nights together curled up next to the fireplace, while he played piano with his magic and read arcane books to her. She wanted to sit on his balcony with him, watching the water, holding his hand in the evening breeze. She wanted the date night he promised, with his homemade hundur sauce. She wanted to meet his mother, have tea with her, call her 'mother-in-law'. She wanted to marry him.

And as she stands with him, as he is now, she takes him in. His eyes are luminous trenches, no longer a warm chocolate brown. His skin, once tanned and soft, is cold and silver. He doesn't smell of old books, or cinnamon; he smells like petrichor - like earth soaked in thunder and rain.

She stands with him, hand in hand. But he doesn't feel like home anymore. It feels like he's a million miles away. Like he's already gone back to the heavens.

"I can't"

When he leaves, she wishes she went with him. Then she wishes he'd stayed. Then she wishes he'd never found the crown.

She wishes he'd chosen her.

She sits, knees clutched to her chest, and she sobs.

A small ball of fur and feathers curls into her side. A tressym.

They mourn together.

Hot Gale hours!

A much better gift

A/N: We have a second giveaway fic! And this time it comes with Gale - and smut! This one is for @85blackcat and includes her wonderful OC Bellamy. I hope you enjoy your fic! Also I cannot help it apparently to make Gale at least somewhat lightly dominant...

Warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, light dom/sub dynamics, clothing kink, thigh riding, creampie

Summary: Bellamy prepares a gift for her wizard's birthday - which entails a silk robe and lots of delicate lace.

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Having to spend days and nights with companions didn’t allow for much privacy. Specifically not for a slowly budding romance and relationship. Gale and Bellamy had barely taken the first few steps together as the party had arrived at Baldur’s Gate. But their adventure was still far from over. And while each of them wished for nothing more than to be able to spend time together and get lost in each other as often as possible, duty kept knocking on their door - that and Shadowheart when she felt she had to remind them of how thin the walls were at the Elfsong.

So, how do you figure out a life together when constantly being watched by at least five other people? Some of which - on top of that - couldn’t keep their godsdamned mouths shut. Astarion especially didn’t let a single opportunity slide to throw in a sassy remark about the wizard and druid growing closer. And while Gale had resorted to answering a snarky remark with another one Bellamy didn’t feel particularly keen about having her relationship to the wizard so on display.

But quiet moments these days were rare. And to be able to share them as just the two of them was even rarer.

But tonight, at least tonight, Bellamy would make good use of a special occasion.

It was Gale’s birthday. Nobody besides her knew since Gale had figured there wasn’t time for such “profane nonsense”, as he had called it.

But Bellamy wouldn’t let the opportunity slip away. For days she had been turning around ideas in her head about what she could possibly do for her wizard.

But what gift could you possibly give to a prodigy wizard who apparently already had everything?

In the end the answer had been easy: time - and herself. A private evening together. Maybe a little sneak-peek into what could be once they got past all of this.

And so Bellamy had used utter caution to prepare for a wonderful night together: she had arranged for a special dinner and wine at the Elfsong to be brought up to their room. She had sneakily asked the favour of all of her friends to not disturb them - at least for this one evening. Surprisingly, even the vampire had quickly agreed. With a raised eyebrow and mocking smirk playing around his lips, but still.

And then finally: Bellamy had sought around the tailor shops in the city to find the perfect wrapping for her gift, so to speak, made of delicate lace and shimmering silk.

Now Bellamy was perched on their joint bed in their room at the tavern. The day had thankfully been pretty boring all in all. For hours the party had walked around the city to investigate - and found out nothing new. So they had called it early for that day and Bellamy had snuck up to Gale’s and her room under the pretence of an oncoming migraine. When Gale had looked immediately worried she had felt a twinge of guilt for misleading him. But she’d make it up for him later.

She was waiting for him to come up and check on her as she knew he would certainly do at some point. The wood elf had draped herself on the bed in the lingerie and silk robe she’d gotten specifically for this. Two glasses of wine were already poured and the light from outside was already dim.

Bellamy’s heart was pounding as she waited for her beloved to discover this special kind of gift. And as she did so, watching how the low orange light of the lanterns threw dramatic shadows on her silken robe, she felt nervousness creep up inside of her.

But as she pondered if she should have just gotten him a tome at Sorcerers and Sundries, her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

Gale was in his normal, comfortable camp clothing and had his nose in a book, just like usual. That was probably also why it took Bellamy softly clearing her throat to catch his attention and look up from his reading as he closed the door behind him.

He almost dropped the small book he’d held as he was met with the sight of his lover sprawled out on the end of the bed and precariously clothed: dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of velvet right to where the delicate silk robe was opened just enough to allow a peek of the lacey secret lying beneath.

“Well, that’s certainly a kind of headache you must be having, my beloved,” Gale remarked as he couldn’t rip his eyes away from the surprising sight in front of him. The book in his hand was loosely dangling from his fingers now, the literature momentarily forgotten.

“Happy Birthday, Gale,” the druid whispered softly and moved slowly to get up. She felt the robe slide over her body as she did so, revealing more of what lay beneath. Gale’s eyes sparked at her, lips parting slightly at the sight of it.

“So you tricked me, Bellamy?” he murmured with a slight tease and in a low voice as the druid gracefully slid off the bed and stepped over to the wizard, delicately wrapping her arms around her lover’s neck, fingers combing through soft brown hair.

“It appears so,” she whispered back with a teasing smirk spreading on her lips. “And now you’ve walked right into my trap. You have no choice but to celebrate your birthday with me now.”

Their faces were so close now, the tension created between them already palpable as they shared conspiratory glances at each other.

Bellamy felt Gale’s warm hands slide under the hem of her robe, his fingertips wandering over her hips until they met lace. When he found it, a strained groan slipped from his lips as his warm eyes took on another quality. There was real heat in them now.

“Well, if I am left without a choice,” Gale started softly, his lips not an inch from hers now. His voice was low and promising. Bellamy felt his fingers digging into her hips, making her gasp from how the slight pain sent jolts throughout her body. “I think I’m going to start by slowly unwrapping my gift. If I may-”

Gods, wasn’t she glad she hadn’t just gotten him some dusty books.

The wood elf arched her back a little so her boobs squished against Gale’s chest and bit her lip. The friction made Gale groan again and had her pressing her thighs together.

“I’m all yours,” she answered breathlessly, staring up into the eyes of her beloved wizard, almost desperate already for him to make his words come true.

“Marvellous!” was the last thing he said before he finally pressed his lips to Bellamy’s.

Immediately, there seemed to be no space between them anymore. Gale’s tongue slipped into her mouth, swallowing the moan coming from the druid directly from her open lips. She felt the definite proof of his desire for her as he pressed his groin against her, fueling the heat between her own legs. Hands tangled in hair and delicate fabric as they stumbled backwards until Bellamy’s legs hit the edge of the bed. Almost stumbling onto it, Gale’s arms around her made sure she stayed as close to him as possible. His hands were cupping her behind now as he made his knee slide between her legs.

Almost in shock she tore away from him as Gale used his leverage to make her grind against his thigh now while he held her - trapped between the edge of the bed and his own body. She whimpered at the delicious friction as he made her slide along his leg, knowing that he must feel her heat and that the delicate lace lingerie would do nothing to keep her slick from spreading all over him.

“Is this your equivalent of shaking the gift box to guess what’s inside?” Bellamy burst out as she clawed at his arms for balance as he had her almost on her tiptoes and fully at his mercy.

His eyes sparked and he grinned as he made her grind against him a final time: “Maybe it is, I’m always up for a good game of guessing.”

Bellamy huffed, Gale softly chuckled.

Then he leaned forward until it was inevitable for Bellamy to let herself fall onto the bed. With his hands on her waist Gale quickly lifted her up onto the bed and followed closely behind.

He didn’t give her much of a break, daft fingers from spellcasting quickly unlacing her robe and tossing it off to the side to reveal what was waiting underneath. Only then did he pause shortly, observing how his beloved writhed beneath him in nothing but lacey swirls and flowers that barely left any room for imagination.

“Gods,” it spilled from his lips as his eyes wandered over her body and he used one hand to run it through his hair.

Coquettishly Bellamy let her hands roam her own body for a moment as she gave her lover ample room to admire her: “I hope the gift is to your liking, Gale, I don’t think there is a way to return it.”

The wizard’s gaze snapped back to hers. Bellamy could see how his eyes softened, how love entered the delicious cocktail of emotions in his eyes. There it was again, this warmth and this genuine smile.

Instead of answering he leaned forward, kissing her again, incredibly gently this time.

“I’m so glad you don’t have a return policy,” Gale mumbled against her lips in between kisses, softly lowering himself onto her and tangling his limbs with hers. Bellamy simply laughed as she felt the same warmth Gale was so obviously experiencing spread through her chest.

But the heat quickly rose from a simmer to a boiling point again, the fire rekindled, as they kept kissing. Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies. Bellamy made quick work of the wizard’s clothes, teasing him for how he had to keep up with her. She gasped when she had finally freed his aching hardened length and was rewarded with a rumbling groan as she began stroking him.

She was compensated in turn by Gale’s hand sliding between her legs as they kept kissing. His fingers quickly pushed the soaked lace to the side and began teasing her. Without hesitating Gale’s index entered her while his thumb found her clit.

If she had thought she was a mess before the wizard quickly proved her wrong.

Breaking the kiss she almost unwillingly arched her back until it was painful beneath him as Gale fingers started pleasuring her. She stared up at him, mouth open in a soundless moan and unable to do anything more but clawing her fingers into his arm.

A second finger entered her as he pressed the pad of his thumb to her sensitive bud and had her eyes roll into the back of her skull. There were no coherent thoughts anymore, no clever plans or teasing remarks - only boundless lust and the desire to feel more of it, all of it.

“Gale,” Bellamy pressed out as she bowed her body to the wizard, the need for more primal inside her. “Please,” she pleaded, digging her fingers into his arms a little harder, her back almost lifting off the bed as Gale’s fingers plunged into her again.

Thankfully, he understood. The wizard withdrew from her, making her almost sob at the sudden loss. But Gale was quickly on top of her hands, gliding over her body, squeezing her tits, before journeying over her arms and then pressing her hands down on each side of her head. Meanwhile, his hips ground against her, his dick rubbing against her heated, slick core. He kept going like this for a few more strokes until he finally entered her effortlessly, all while his eyes bored into hers and he filled her to the brim.

“Gods, you’re truly a gift sent by the heavens,” it burst out of Gale once he had adjusted to the sensation of being inside his lover.

Bellamy threw her head back in a laugh. “Can you believe I almost just got you a few boring books?” she asked, ending the sentence in a breathless gasp as she felt Gale withdrew and then slowly and forcefully thrust into her again.

“Oh thank goodness you didn’t,” Gale groaned and began picking up a steady pace, rolling his hips into her, each time a little harder. “As much as I enjoy theory, the practicality of things is often much more enticing. This is a much better gift!”

Bellamy could only helplessly stare at him for almost holding a lecture while fucking her.

But further conversation was futile as they moved together now, staring into each other's eyes. Bellamy’s legs wrapped around Gale’s hips as he kept fucking into her, his pace becoming more ragged quickly.

Then Bellamy fell first.

She felt the tension in her body snap as she arched her back into the oncoming wave of her orgasm. In the back of her mind she noticed Gale forcefully twitch inside of her as he joined her in her fall and spilled inside of her.

They rode out the waves - Gale resting his forehead on Bellamy’s chest and her arms now softly wrapped around him. Both of their chests were heaving as they recovered slowly.

Then Gale softly mumbled something into her chest, still inside of her.

“Hm?” Bellamy simply made, too lazy to bother with actual words at the moment.

Gale lifted his head, looking at her with a smile playing on his lips: “I asked if I could wish for the same gift for next year, my beloved Bellamy.”

The wood elf simply laughed and grabbed his face for a kiss.

“For the next and every year after, my beloved Gale.”

Time for a reveal! This is actually my sideblog. Because I'm too shy to post it on main. People started getting confused though. So yeah, everything explicit will be posted on "unhingedgalemancer" blog.

A Quiet Night

Gale x gn!Reader, NSFW, oral (m receiving), porn with a little plot. Takes place just before the beginning of Act III.

Gale and Tav sit on the vantage point, Baldur's Gate is just one night away. Tav wonders what the wizard tastes like. Gale, of course, is eager to indulge them.

The night is young. You can still see the vestiges of sunset on the horizon. Next morning you are going to enter Baldur’s Gate and get into the thick of it. Cultists, corrupt politicians, a giant brain with a crown atop… Right now, though, it was quiet. The last tranquil moments before the storm of your adventure. You sit on the blanket on the vantage point and observe Wyrm’s Crossing from afar.

The shuffling of feet takes you out of your reverie. You see your lover, Gale, in his usual camp clothes, bringing you a bottle of wine and two glasses. You smile and gladly gesture to him to sit by your side. He makes himself comfortable, pours the glasses and passes you one of them.

‘To our victory!’ Gale raises his glass. You join him and drink the wine. It is just the type of wine you like. And it tastes delicious. Just like Gale’s lips. You look at his face, tracing its outline in the moonlight. His eyes glint with playfulness and adoration at the same time. You lock your eyes with your lover. He grins widely. Sometimes you don’t need to talk to just be comfortable together. Yet after a couple of sips from your glass you break the silence, because a sudden thought came to you.

‘Gale, can I ask you an intimate question?’ you somehow hesitate to ask right away. He enthusiastically nods, visibly intrigued. You continue: ‘You like giving head so much, and you’re amazing at it. But have you been treated like that yourself? Has anyone… erm… sucked you off?’ The last phrase is quiet, but he hears you.

‘I’m glad my efforts didn’t go to waste,’ he looks thoughtfully at the wine glass. ‘I had a boyfriend at Blackstaff, a fellow apprentice of my age. He was obsessed with oral sex, sometimes swiped me off to an inconspicuous corner and instantly dropped to his knees.’ He chuckled, lost in memories, but his eyes were full of sorrow. ‘Of course, I repaid him with diligence. We spent sleepless nights in the dormitory. We experimented. Nevertheless,’ he sighed, ‘looking back on that relationship I can say that was the only part of me he really liked.’ He seemed lost in thought.

‘I’m so sorry, Gale, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.’ You touch his arm and squeeze in a comforting way. He turns his head and looks at you a bit startled:

‘Apologies, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Was there any particular reason for this kind of question?’ Before answering you take Gale’s face into your hands and tenderly kiss his lips. He closes his eyes and kisses back. His plush soft lips taste even better than wine. He puts his arms around you, but you pull away a bit and say to his lips:

‘Firstly, you have nothing to apologise for.’ You give a peck on his nose. ‘Secondly, yes, there was a reason. I know only the taste of your lips, while you tasted all of me. I want to make us even.’ You see confusion and disbelief in these big brown eyes. 

‘You have to be more clear, my love,’ he says. You laugh: 

‘I just want to say that I want, no, I need to suck your cock.’ His eyes widen, and you hastily add, moving away, ‘Only if you want it yourself, of course.’ 

Gale tightens his grip on you, he doesn’t want to let go. His eyes are full of desire and cautiousness. He says: ‘I would love to receive such a gracious gift, but only if you enjoy it, I hope you don’t feel obliged.’

You smile with all the reassurance you could muster. ‘I was the one who asked the question, remember? Now, can you indulge me and stand with your back to the wall?’ You can see his cheeks flush and his pupils dilate a little. When he obediently stands up and leans against the wall, you can see his trousers already tightening. This man can work himself up only by thinking of you. You place the blanket in front of him and get comfortably on your knees.

You unlace Gale’s trousers teasingly slowly, yet when you look up at him you see reverence, adoration and wonder in his eyes. Finally you take off his Weave-infused briefs and see him already hard in front of you. You moisten your lips and give a lazy stripe along his cock from the base to the tip. ‘Nghmph’ is what you hear from your usually verbose lover. You smile and suck only the head of his penis. He involuntarily thrusts his hips with a groan and instantly apologises. You smile and slowly take him into your mouth. As your lips slide down his shaft, you close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling. You place one hand at the base of his cock. In your mouth you feel Gale’s penis pulsate and twitch. The skin is so tender and reminds you of the finest silk. You tease him with your tongue and hear his breath hitch. Heat starts building in your groin. You open your eyes and see your lover grab the wall and throw his head back. You start to bob your head with a rhythm, hollowing your cheeks every time you pull away. You hum so that he can feel the reverberation. Muscles of his pelvis are tensing more and more, you feel them under your forearm. You pull away completely, take his hand and put it in your hair.

‘Take your pleasure, Gale,’ you say, ‘Don’t restrain yourself.’ He only nods, unable to form the words. You wrap your lips around his cock again and continue sucking him with vigour. He grabs your hair and adjusts his own thrusting to your rhythm. When you look up at him, you see not only lust but devotion on his face. His mouth is open, his forehead is wet. You take him as far as you can, up to your throat, and then swallow. That heat between your legs is practically unbearable, but you will deal with it later. Now you concentrate on the sensation of Gale in your mouth. The tension in him only builds up and he starts whimpering. His own thrusts become erratic and then suddenly he moans and you feel something hot and salty filling your mouth. You swallow everything and continue on until his cock softens.

The moment you pull away completely he drops to sit in front of you and kisses you sloppily, but passionately.

‘My love, you feel divine,’ he says, still panting, and grabs your hands. He smiles: ‘But whether you’re done with me or not, I’m not at all done with you.’

You feel a pleasant jolt of desire through your body. This night will certainly be entertaining.

P. S. I tried to make it suitable not only for AFAB, but also for AMAB readers. Tell me, if anything is amiss or not how it really feels.