so I have several hundred posts in queue that will run their course, but from now on (adding to the queue or being lazy and reblogging immediately) I will be changing up how I tag stuff. Instead of writing “not pòrn” for everything I post that I’m not looking for when I’m in the spicy mood (and forgetting the tag a bunch of times anyway), I’m instead going to tag the spicy stuff, probably with something like “desire” or “hotter than a fireball.” Even though this IS supposed to be my horny sideblog, I think it’s just easier this way.
Wyll Ravenguard who knew he wanted to court you the moment you stopped Aradin from hitting the tiefling leader
Wyll Ravenguard who desperately tried not letting his mind wander while the parasite was connecting your minds,
Wyll Ravenguard who wanted to join your party and get to see your heroics first hand
Wyll Ravenguard who would steal silent looks of you while everyone was at camp,
Wyll Ravenguard who damn near drives his rapier through astarions heart the morning after learning he fed on you
Wyll Ravenguard who was inches close to outright demanding you stay at camp to heal from your bloodloss
Wyll Ravenguard who settled his tent closer to you after that, in hopes he could protect you and persuade astarion elsewhere
Wyll Ravenguard who is playful and teasing with you all throughout your adventures, desperate to catch your affection
Wyll Ravenguard who considers himself a gentleman and wanted to know you were open to the idea of dating before he even asked
Wyll Ravenguard who already had issues with self image before mizora sent him through the hells
Wyll Ravenguard who can't look at his reflection too long after that night
Wyll Ravenguard who almost stops his courting of you all together because he believed he was now completely unlovable
Wyll Ravenguard who settled himself away from the tiefling party in order to avoid hearing people talk about him, thinking they would gossip
Wyll Ravenguard who was more revived than he'd admit that you came to check on him, and flattered that you even knew he was missing
Wyll Ravenguard who drank a little too much wine during the party and started quietly singing old love songs while thinking about you
Wyll Ravenguard who finds himself yearning for you like no other, wishing to find you in better circumstances so he could parade you proudly around baldurs gate
Wyll Ravenguard who constantly is putting himself in between you and your attackers to avoid letting you get hurt
Wyll Ravenguard who was so adamant on courting you slowly to insure He is who you really wanted
Wyll Ravenguard who wouldn't admit one of the reasons he was hesitant to lay with you was because of mizora possibly watching it all through the eye she had given him
Wyll Ravenguard who finds the strength to speak up and finally starts breaking Mizora's pact because of you,
Wyll Ravenguard who is tormented all throughout the shadowed realm by headaches and Mizora's demanding voice in the back of his mind, threatening him and you if he didn't comply
Wyll Ravenguard who was tormented by the shadow realm as it seeped into his dreams, giving him terrible nightmares reliving his awful experiences, slowly becoming more exhausted throughout the time your party spent there, coming to you for comfort only when you offered.
Wyll Ravenguard who after one particular awful dream came to your tent, asking if it was alright if he asked to be held by you, needing something to ground him.
Wyll Ravenguard who would finally let himself sink into your embrace after having his guard up for so long, sealing your relationship for years to come.
I want to kiss his cheeks so badly bro
I'm also planning on using this to make a more in depth story for him, or at least a better romance storyline
The thing with Wyll is that he knows he's good at what he does. He wouldn't bear the title of Blade of Frontiers if he didn't fully believe he could live up to it. He's got such a warranted self confidence about him that I just can't get enough of
I think that confidence would totally roll over into his romantic relationships. Once he knows you're his, he's gonna be such a cocky tease about it.
Winking at you from across the battlefield as he cuts down a goblin. Rolling his tongue at you and giving you "fuck me" eyes when your companions are distracted. Groping your ass as you walk by and shooting you a devilish (ha) grin when you chastise him.
This man can be a total fucking menace when he wants to be
This is technically my second playthrough of BG3, but it's my first one with Gale because of an Incident in Act 1 with my bard, so there's still new experiences to be had. :)
KINKTOBER DAY 21 - INAPPROPRIATE USE OF POTIONS + SIZE DIFFERENCE (Gale Dekarios/Reader)
Summary: Gale drinks a mislabeled potion that turns out to be elixir of the colossus. You have a devious idea while he waits for the effects to wear off.
Author’s Note: Not sure if I like this one but at least it’s something.
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, reader has a vagina but no gendered pronouns are used, established relationship, alchemist reader, inappropriate use of potions, size difference/size kink, in other words Gale becomes huge because he drinks the Elixir of the Colossus, lotus position, cowgirl position/riding, outdoor sex, not beta read
Brewing potions and elixirs is a specialty of yours. Everything you brew is potent, thanks to many years of studying the art of alchemy.
Usually bottling the potions isn’t a problem either. But when you hand Gale a bottle which you believe to be the Elixir of Cloud Giant Strength and instead of just gaining strength he doubles in size, you realize you may have finally made a mistake.
“Shit! Sorry, Gale. Maybe I shouldn’t work on these so late at night. It seems I didn’t label my bottles properly,” you rush to apologize, looking up at him.
It appears the potion he had consumed was the Elixir of Colossus instead. He rivaled an orc, now at least twice as big as he normally was.
“Well, it’s not all bad. This can still be helpful in a fight,” he says.
“How long does that last exactly?” Karlach asks, looking up at the wizard.
“A full day give or take. Usually, it wears off in your sleep,” you say. You take the bottle from Gale’s hand which makes yours look small in comparison. Something about the size is alluring to you but you push those thoughts aside for the moment, trying to focus on the fight ahead.
“Great. I’m sure giant Gale will be a lot of fun,” Astarion quips.
The day passes quickly and although it wasn’t the potion you intended for him, Gale uses his newfound size to the best of his ability. He was right, it does come in useful in a fight. By the time you and your companions make it back to camp, the effects of the potion remain, leaving Gale to be a looming giant.
“You know what? I kind of like this,” you say.
The two of you are a good distance away from camp, sitting on a bedroll together. His legs are parted and you lie between them, head resting comfortably on his stomach. Usually it would be his chest but he’s so large that your head doesn’t reach it as it would normally.
He was too large to sleep in his tent so you proposed the idea that the two of you sleep elsewhere for the night. He didn’t mind the idea. He looked forward to any chance where he could be alone with you.
“This? Me being big, you mean?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s…fascinating, to say the least,” you say.
Your hand traces his thigh as you silently examine the new size. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen the elixir used on someone but it was the first time that someone happened to be your partner. You smiled as an idea pops into your mind.
“Gale?” you ask, turning to face him.
“Hmm?” he hums.
“I have an idea,” you say.
“I’m all ears.”
“I thought maybe we could…experiment with your size. Maybe put the last few hours to good use before it wears off,” you say.
Gale understands you immediately, smirking as he looks down at you.
“What a fantastic idea.”
You smile as you move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his lips softly. He kisses you back as he pulls you against his chest. The kiss is a bit strange with Gale’s lips being much larger than usual but you enjoy it nonetheless.
Your hands move as you kiss him, unfastening his robes to reveal his clothes underneath. The more you touch him the more a growing bulge forms in his pants.
Gale pulls away from you for a moment, unlacing his trousers and revealing his cock. At his current size, his cock is a truly intimidating size. It’s bigger than any human, that’s for sure. You stare at it, trying to calculate in your head how you would take it inside you.
Gale leans back as you rid yourself of your clothes. When you’re ready, you grip the man’s shoulder, anchoring yourself as you line yourself up to his cock. You silently hope that you’re wet enough but as you lower yourself onto him, but as you do so you realize you might be in over your head.
His tip of his cock stretches you around it as you sink down. It’s barely in when you stop, whining to yourself.
“It’s not going to fit…” you trail off, disappointed.
“Here, let me help. You can take it, just go slower,” his voice is gentle as his hands grip your hips. He slowly pulls you down on the length of his cock, watching as it stretches you. As he does so he quietly says the words of an incantation, repeating the words over and over.
You feel something happen within you, an abundance of sticky arousal manifesting on the inner walls of your cunt. You realize that Gale is using magic to help you take him, making you wetter.
“That’s it, my love. Slow,” he says.
The spell works, helping you slowly slide down. You moan and squeeze your eyes shut when you finally reach the base. You’re so full. Fuller than you ever thought was possible. Your nails dig into the wizard’s shoulders as you adjust to the size.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
You nod your head slowly before opening your eyes, staring back at him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah. Just…take it slow,” you say.
With the potion flowing through his veins, it takes little effort to lift you, dragging you up the length of his cock and letting you slide back down. The dripping wetness from your cunt only makes things easier.
Every time you come back down, Gale fills you and it makes you cry out. His cock hits the sweet spot inside you every time his oversized hands guide you down. The tip of the cock knocks at the edge of your womb. Any other time going that far might be painful but the stretch alone is too distracting, making you feel so much pleasure in that any pain is minimized.
Gale wraps his arms around you and lies down on the bedroll below, taking you with him. You lie on his chest, trapped in his arms as he begins to thrust from underneath you. His hips raise off the ground, driving his cock into you.
“Gods, Gale!” you moan as he slides in and out of you.
He groans as he fucks you, thrusting into you at an erratic pace. The fullness and force of Gale’s hips have you falling apart, panting as you hold onto him for dear life. You can hear your cunt squelch with every intrusion as you completely soak his cock. The sound of skin slapping together echoes through the trees and you could only hope that nobody could hear the two of you.
“See? I told you you could take it,” Gale says breathlessly.
“Gale…” you whine his name. It’s all you can do as the ecstasy you’re experiencing only builds and builds until it boils over.
You feel yourself tighten around him as you cum, moaning his name as he keeps thrusting into you. His pace slows a bit as he kisses you, letting you ride out your climax on top of him. He gains his rhythm back once you finally stop writhing against his body.
You can feel him throb inside of you as he holds you. He thrusts into you quickly, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, I’m—“
His words are cut off by his body stilling. Cum shoots out of his cock inside you. It’s hot and so much more than Gale usually has. It leaks out of you, spilling onto his cock and abdomen. It’s such a mess and both of you are too exhausted to care.
You lie on his chest until the mess is uncomfortable, mumbling a cleaning charm to whisk it all away.
“Call me crazy, but I think we should experiment with potions more often,” Gale suggests.
You chuckle before pecking his lips with yours.
“As long as we can experiment with magic as well?” you ask.
