hi friends! just wanted to let you know that starting monday, i'll probably be on tumblr a lot less. the good news is: i'm starting a new job! bad news is: i'll have a lot less free time to goof off on here with all you lovely people. I'm gonna try to not be a stranger or disappear entirely, but I'll likely be lurking a lot less and be slower to respond to things. Just know, I'm okay! nothing terrible has happened, my mental health is fine, I'm just busy. 🫶
please still tag me in things! still gonna try to do creative things like writing and music, i just don't know how much time or energy i'll have left after working all day.
three of my most recent favorite characters are all all depressed, self-destructive, a mess, and adrift in life and searching for purpose. I’m sure this says nothing about me. At all.
(inspired by day 3 of top gale week, sub top/praise kink. ty to @topgaleweek for hosting this event 💜)
AO3 Link — If you enjoy this, I really appreciate getting kudos/comments over there!
Summary: "Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion is still learning how to let themself be taken apart. They know exactly what they want, and Gale is more than willing to follow their lead—up until he can no longer ignore how badly he needs to be told he’s doing well.
Word Count: 1,056
Notes: Pairing is Gale and Elenion, my male half-elf tav (who uses he/they, but is only using they/them in this fic). This is explicit smut with basically no plot other than being porn with feelings. Contains soft loving sex, anal, and of course, Gale being a submissive top who needs to be praised. See ao3 for the full tags but that should cover it. If that's outside the comfort zone or interest of anyone on my fic taglist, feel free to skip this one!
For extra context I also wanted to mention: Elenion never let any of his other partners penetrate him, and doesn't even let Gale do so until they've been together for a few months. This isn't Gale's first time topping him, but it's one of the first, so they're both still getting comfortable with it—and this prompt was literally perfect for that point in their relationship.
(If anyone ever wants to be added to or removed from my fic taglist please just let me know!)
The room was quiet except for the soft hitch of Elenion's breath.
They lay back against the sheets like this was nothing new, nothing unfamiliar. Like Gale's fingers hadn't already left them open, aching, and slick from his touch.
He hovered over them, careful, waiting—and Elenion refused to look uncertain.
"Go on, love," they said, lifting their chin. "You're not going to break me, you know."
Then, before Gale could move, they added, more quickly, "But—slowly. And don’t… just don’t rush it."
Gale nodded. "Of course," he said, settling carefully between their legs. He brushed a lock of hair from their face. "Anything you need, just tell me."
Elenion swallowed.
They had done this before. There was nothing they should've been nervous about.
And yet.
They reached for him before the thought could settle, fingers curling at the back of Gale's neck to draw him closer. Their other hand caught his waist.
"No—wait," they said.
Gale stilled immediately.
Elenion exhaled slowly, then adjusted him just a little, guiding the angle. "Like this," they said softly. "Just stay there a moment."
Gale didn’t argue. He stayed exactly where they put him, steady and patient beneath their hands.
Then they shifted.
"Alright," they said. "Now."
Gale moved immediately. He pressed in slow and careful, easing deeper inch by inch. The heat and stretch pulled a sharp breath from Elenion's chest as their body tightened around his cock. Their head tipped back, eyes slipping shut as the sensation settled.
Their hands braced on his waist, feeling the slow press as they held him where they wanted him. "That's—" They swallowed. "Yeah—stay like that. That's good."
Their voice softened. "You’re doing well. So much better—"
They cut themself off, breath catching again. "Just… stay like that. I've got you."
Gale didn't rush. He held himself there, watching.
Elenion's fingers flexed slightly.
"Move," they murmured.
Gale obeyed. His next thrust drew another breath from Elenion’s chest, their body clenching again before they could stop it.
"Fuck—" they breathed, cutting themself off almost immediately.
"Too much?" Gale asked.
"No." Elenion shook their head quickly. "Keep going. That's perfect, sweetheart."
Gale’s hands shifted at their hips, steadier now, firmer. The pressure was enough to make Elenion's breath hitch—but he didn’t break the pace they'd set.
The next movement was deeper, more deliberate.
Gale’s mouth curved slightly. "Perfect, hm?"
Elenion exhaled shakily. "Don't—don't change anything. I mean it."
Their cock jerked between them, precome already gathering despite their effort to stay steady.
Gale moved again, just as they'd asked. This time, it drew a broken sound from Elenion that they couldn't smooth out.
"That’s—" Their breath caught, fingers digging into Gale's hips. "That’s it. Just like that. You’re—gods, you’re doing so well."
Gale let out a soft moan in response. He moved more confidently now, each slow thrust dragging the sensation out.
Elenion's composure fractured further.
"Don’t stop," they said again, softer now. "Please don't stop. You—you feel so good like this."
Gale paused, his breath catching. "Say that again," he murmured.
Elenion looked at him, wide-eyed, cheeks burning from the intensity. They lifted a shaking hand to his face. "You feel… so good, sweetheart. Don't stop."
Gale smiled, and that alone undid something in Elenion. He slowed—just enough to make it worse, each thrust pressing deeper.
He shifted, just slightly.
The change in angle pulled a broken, startled cry from Elenion, snapping whatever composure they had left clean in half.
"Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion's breath caught. Their grip slipped, then tightened, fingers digging into his hips as they pulled it back into that exact angle.
"It is," they said, already losing the shape of the words. "That’s—yeah—right there—don’t… don’t change that."
Gale moved again, slower this time, holding that same spot.
"You're—gods, you’re so good at this," Elenion said, their words dissolving into a moan.
Gale let out a soft, helpless sound, his grip tightening hard enough to hold them in place as he moved. And gods, Elenion felt it—the familiar way his hands could undo them all at once.
The change in him made everything sharper, until Elenion couldn’t keep up anymore.
Their cock twitched, leaking steadily now, each movement pulling another reaction from them.
"Fuck—yes—like that—just like that—"
Their voice broke entirely on the last word.
Gale didn’t slow. He kept that same deliberate pace, pressing into them in a way that made it impossible to think past the sensation.
"Say it again," he murmured, not stopping.
Elenion let out something between a laugh and a gasp. "I can’t—"
He moved again.
Elenion arched into him without thinking.
"You—gods—you’re so good—" the words spilled out, unsteady and uncontrolled. "Don’t stop—not now, don't you dare."
He didn’t.
He let out a low, strained groan, thrusting deeper like he couldn't stop even if he tried.
"Gale," Elenion breathed, their voice dazed. "That's it—yeah—my—"
Their breath caught.
"—good boy."
Gale let out a quiet, breathless laugh. It dissolved into a broken moan, his head dipping down to Elenion's shoulder.
Elenion smiled, almost in disbelief that they'd said that with him inside them. They tried to laugh back, but it caught somewhere in their chest, lost in the rush of breath instead.
They tangled their fingers in Gale's hair, holding him closer.
Gale's rhythm faltered for a moment before snapping back, more urgently now. Elenion's hips jerked helplessly into the next thrust.
"Gale—"
Whatever they were going to say broke into a moan, then a soft cry as the tension finally snapped, pleasure hitting all at once. Their body tensed around him as they came, every last bit of control falling away.
Gale followed a second later, pressing in close as he finished, his breath uneven against their skin as he stilled.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Gale lifted his head slightly, studying their face.
"There you are," he murmured.
Elenion flushed, but didn’t look away.
"Here I am," they said, still a little breathless.
Then, more softly, "I love you."
Their fingers brushed along Gale’s jaw, lingering for a moment before they tipped their head to kiss him.
I've been thinking about the motivations and mindset of early access Gale in the scene where he could make a deal with Raphael in exchange for help with the orb.
There is the obvious answer that he gains his life and no longer is in fear of the orb, because this scene only triggered if you refused to feed Gale magic items.
But the Forgitten Realms have specific, established afterlives. If you live in service of a god, you become one of their petitioners after death and live in their realm forever after (unless you're so good at serving them that you get elevated to something more powerful, which I would guess is what Gale was originally hoping for since prior iterations of Mystra have elevated a lover to godhood before). If you sell your soul to a devil, you doom yourself to a) becoming a soul coin, b) becoming like the tormented people in Raphael's home, c) turning into a lemure and having to work your way up from the bottom in the Hells. If you become a soul coin you may be consumed, or you may be freed to either become a lemure or go to the regular godly afterlife.
Not good odds and not a good choice, if you're a regular person who served a god well.
But what about the people who didn't serve a god? What about people like Gale who have been abandoned by their god?
Well, in that case, you may get absorbed into the Wall of the Faithless, where you forget everything and are eventually forgotten. In some versions, the wall painfully dissolves you into nothing over time. In others, it dooms you to eternal boredom.
If you do not want to get absorbed into the wall, and you do not trust that a god will pick up your soul from the afterlife waiting room for something better, you may accept the offer of a devil to becone a lemure and be drafted into the blood war.
So in act 1, Gale's options are ultimately already to either be destroyed and forgotten or to become a lemure. And he would know this clearly.
So I believe early access Gale doesn't make the deal with Raphael just because of wanting to preserve his mortal life, but because Gale still has enough hubris to think that even if he can't find a way to weasel out of the deal later, he can carve out a guaranteed second chance at fame/fortune/power/adoration/etc as a lemure, while eliminating the risk of joining the wall entirely. I think Gale deeply fears being stuck on the Fugue plane with nobody who will claim him and nothing but a one way ticket to the wall, and that is why he is willing to make a pact with Raphael while still looking down on Wyll for making one with Mizora.
It's not even Friday, and I've missed WIP Wednesday, so we're just stuck here. What am I writing? Too many things! Bouncing around between WIPs like a hamster on meth. I really should be focusing on my Gortash Week stories but again, meth hamster.
I know the lovely @kt-catt tagged me, with her beautiful little snippet of original fic, but I don't know if I've missed any other WIP tags? If I have I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU
Not to out myself but I've been almost rabidly hormonal recently, I'm utterly certain perimenopause has started to get her claws in me, so everyone can have a snippet from Advanced Magical Linguistics chapter two, with Gromph beginning his (very aggressive) attempts in earnest to seduce Gale, under a pseudonym that he stole from Jarlaxle
"You are too kind," he said, in a tone that Gale would have been hard pressed to call anything but demure; he walked close enough that his hand brushed up against his as he took the seat offered to him, and the brief moment of contact made an involuntary shiver pass through him. The faint hint of cologne wafted upwards, surprisingly light and floral, and if he was not mistaken, with a note of jasmine — and he was quite certain he was not mistaken, because one of his darling Ryme'dra's favourite perfumes at the moment featured jasmine quite prominently, and he had delighted in smelling it to near drunkenness on her skin.
He shook his head, equal parts bemused and amused by the rapid turn of his thoughts towards his beloved with so little provocation, and resisted the sudden urge to clap Master Demarne on the shoulder companionably as he moved back to his own seat. "Now, young Erystian," he said, settling in and lacing his fingers together on his desktop, "what can I do for you today?"
The corner of Erystian's mouth twitched, as if something in his statement irked him. "My apologies for the correction, Professor, but I must inform you that I am certainly older than you."
Gale chuckled. "You sound just like my wife," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Very well — what can I do for you, esteemed senior citizen Erystian?"
The pleasant smile remained in place, but the corner of his mouth twitched yet again. "Yes, well," he said, somewhat flatly, before remembering himself. He placed the polished wooden box on the desktop, his fingers elegantly tracing the outside lines in a manner that was almost erotic. "I thought this might be of interest to you, Professor Dekarios."
"Ah," Gale said, raising hand before he could push it towards him, "I'm afraid I must stop you there."
Erystian raised an eyebrow. "Beg pardon?"
"I shall assume simple ignorance on your part, rather than any nefarious intent, but as your teacher, I cannot accept any form of gift or offering that might be construed as a bribe." Poor fellow. Perhaps things were different amongst his people, and he simply had not realised his misstep, but regardless it would be embarrassing for him. He smiled, trying to smooth over the incident. "Not that you'll need to bribe me, with your performance in class so far, let me tell you that much!"
Erystian paused for a long moment, his fingers still poised on top of the box where he had clearly been about to crack it open. "Teachers don't accept... bribes," he said carefully, and then the light of discovery came into his face and he broke into a broad smile. With such a moment of genuine amusement, Gale found himself struck quite dumb by how remarkably handsome the gentleman was, and he mentally shook himself — until Erystian laughed softly.
"My gods, how embarrassing," Erystian said smoothly, almost as if he had read his mind. Hopefully that was not the case, because students should not be going about reading the surface thoughts of their professors, and Gale hardly needed it known that his resolve had slipped momentarily and that he, a deliriously happily married man, had a fleeting moment of desire spike within him. It was simply because Master Demarne's colouring was similar to his beloved, and seemed to be wearing similar perfume; his brain was clearly receiving mixed signals. "I do hope I can trust in your discretion, Professor Dekarios, on what was a foolish cultural misunderstanding on my part. In my previous institutions of learning, we give tribute to our teachers as a sign of great respect — after all, they are our betters, and if we come into a powerful artefact or tome, who better to ask for guidance and instruction than by offering it to them in order to learn from them?"
Gale laughed in awkward relief, hoping that the heat he could feel on the back of his neck was not visible above his collar. "That's quite alright, and honestly, quite understandable!" he said, trying to push the momentary distraction to the back of his mind. It wasn't as if he hadn't encountered attractive individuals since meeting and wedding Ryme'dra, and he was a red-blooded man with a great and raw passion in him, so it was inevitable that certain pretty faces would turn his head. Thankfully, he only had eyes for his darling wife, who was voracious enough in her own hungers to match his enthusiasm tit for tat.
Haha, said a very juvenile part of his mind, tit.
And then he thought of Ryme'dra naked, with her beautiful bosoms on display for his eager mouth, and his face grew so hot that he knew he had to have Erystian leave his room as soon as possible. "I'm very flattered, let me tell you," he said, reaching forward to push the box away. "If there was nothing else—"
Erystian caught his hand, his fingers snaking out so quickly that he had no chance to slip out of his grasp. "Please, Professor Dekarios," he said softly, and his fingers were almost unbearably warm and firm on his skin, "might I at least have the pleasure of showing you my treasure? I will not force it upon you, of course, but I would love if you could indulge me and share it with me, for now?"
Gromph, prior Archmage of Menzoberranzan and Master of the Sorcere Academy: what do you mean you don't take fucking bribes, we deserve it, what self respecting academic doesn't take bribes-
Tagging @elinorbard @rdekarios @flamemittens @carnivaley @ele-millennial-weirdo @sleepytimegrrl @darkfeanix @archduchessgortash @saylofwaterdeep @cinder-rellish181 whomst among you is taking part in Gortash Week, anyone want to share any snippets mmm?
