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games I post about: DOL, COC2, BG3

also other general nsft art about my ocs

expect lots of robot stuff

and extremely thirsty lesbian stuff

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First batch!!! i love him.

[avocado-writing]

if you’re open to writing for karlach, maybe something where she and tav come up with creative ways to be close without tav being burned? or just go nuts and crawl over to shadowheart for healing lol

notes: karlach is so fucking hot (literal and sexual) i am insane over her. i'd love to write for her more

rating: E

pairing: karlach x gn!reader (background shadowheart x lae'zel)

You met Karlach about a month ago, and you’ve never wanted a woman more in your life. 

Every part of her is perfection. Her toned stomach; her gorgeous eyes, her wild hair. You want to touch her so badly. Want to run your hand up the plain of her back and feel her shoulders shift under you when she wraps you in her embrace. Want to feel the crush of her lips against yours, the soft wetness when you press between her legs.

But she is on fucking fire, so there lies the issue.

You know she feels the same. When the rest of the camp is asleep you steal into her tent, the two of you whispering the filthy things you want to do to each other while pleasuring yourselves because you can’t physically fucking touch. It’s maddening. You want to be able to actually do them, not just promise that you will. 

You’ve seen her fingers disappear into her cunt as she moans your name, you’ve come against your palm while telling her how badly you want to taste her.

Gods. you are going to lose your mind over this tiefling.

Stripped off and with a fresh outfit slung over your shoulder, you stomp down to the pond just outside of camp in order to wash up that morning. Your mind is on other matters - tadpoles, mostly, and how on earth you’re going to save yourselves - but you are totally snapped out of your brooding when you see you’re actually not alone.

“Soldier. Didn’t think you’d be awake for another couple of hours yet, the way you tired yourself out last night,” says Karlach cheekily, grinning up from the water. She’s chest-deep, infernal engine running so hot that steam is churning up around her, leaving a clinging mist all over her shoulders and face. She dunks her head under to wet her hair and makes a beautiful arc as she resurfaces, shiny and dripping.

You stare. Your mouth has gone completely fucking dry. Your head has emptied of all thoughts save for two words: wet Karlach wet Karlach wet Karlach–

She raises an eyebrow. “Babe?”

You drop your clothes.

“Fuck it,” you say, and dive into the pond.

Her lips burn with a kiss long since needed, the pain being bearable for the pleasure of knowing her. Her cunt is almost excruciating to run your fingers across and yet you find yourself gritting your teeth and pressing your tongue inside, the magma of her orgasm deliciously burning your face. It’s so worth it. It’s so, so worth it for knowing you can make her come, and what your name sounds like from her lips when you’re the one bringing her there. She lets you fuck her thigh like a dog in heat and it feels like your sex is aflame. 

You have zero regrets, lying in the muddy pond bank, naked body covered in burns. You hear Karlach reapproaching with someone in tow, chattering nervously.

“Yeah, aha, we just er… got carried away. Sorry. I really do appreciate you helping us out, though!”

Shadowheart peers down at you, her mouth a tight line of disapproval. 

“Lady of Sorrows preserve us, look at the state of you,” she sighs. Despite the rawness of your injuries you manage a grin.

“Come on, don’t act as if this is the first time you’ll have used Cure Wounds after sex. I’ve heard the noises you and Lae’zel make.”

Her face goes a bright enough red to match the tiefling next to her, and Karlach throws her head back in uproarious laughter.

Every moment of pain is worth it, for her.

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Oh sweet computer love

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[nylonguilt]

have you been a good girl? show me then

my onlyfans - my manyvids - my fansly

[neon-cowgirl]

The fun part is when the gifs are both bouncing at the same time

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[sleepy-lips]

squeezethouhgts out

[gender-fluids]

Maybe these deserve their own post 😌

[gabrielagresteofficial]

*turns a perfect 180 degrees so that my cutting board-flat ass is facing you* *i walk away with feminine swagger but masculine contempt*

[pursuitseternal]

3. Astarion x gale x ftav 🫢🫢

“Cat’s got your tongue?”

Gale x F!Reader x Astarion | Smut ask prompts

CW: Face sitting, polycule, bad puns

Verbose, loquacious, garrulous…

“You think the Wizard had better uses for his mouth than finding the longest means possible to say the simplest, stupidest things…” Astarion had swirled his cup, providing the usual amount of deprecating snark as he eyed Gale from across camp. “Think all that self-important lecturing has strengthened his tongue for other things?”

That was all the encouragement you had needed before your little proposition.

Just a little something to make the Wizard stuff it, Astarion had giggled.

And there was nothing better to silence those eager lips than your cunt.

Now, you rode his face, a warm tongue circling your clit with shocking precision, making your face bloom with blush. And your lover’s mouth worked furiously on yours; all breath and fangs for your lips. When your thrusting rhythms allowed you, that was. Your hips canted forward, leaning over Gale’s belly, one of your hands splayed on that softer curve of his stomach. The hair of his trail tickled your palm. The heat, the coarse little hairs, both were novelties for you since you took the Pale Elf as your lover.

And he was enjoying it too, by the faintest pink that colored his cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears. His own body, so chiseled and cut as if carved by the gods themselves, rocked back and forth. Every sinuous undulation took the Wizard deeper and deeper inside him.

And you, lucky you, could feel every groan Gale made, every curse that tumbled from his lips against his broken goddess. Her former lover now worshiped you and vampiric lover, his hands gripped your hips with a commanding reverence. His scruffed chin and cheeks tickled your damp, sensitive folds with every thrust of that perpetually blabbering tongue into your cunt.

Astarion reached for your hand, taking it in his cool grip to guide your sweet, trembling fingers around his rock hard cock. The debauched conceit on his devastating features made your heart skip a beat. “Better than his normal dithering, isn’t it, my sweet?” Astarion crooned, locking eyes with you and pulling your mouth to his for a bite.

Leaning forward, you heard Gale take a deep gulp of air, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs to part your ass cheeks. “It has been some time since I’ve laid with mortals… or well… one mortal and one undead.”

You could hear Astarion’s fangs grind before he started riding the Wizard’s cock faster.

Gale groaned, but wasn’t deterred. “You know, my lady, from reading and practicum, I’ve found that the most curious features of the female erogenous zones are…”

“Would you shut him the fuck up, dear?” Astarion snapped, almost ready to reach between your dripping thighs to clap a palm over his prattling mouth. “Honestly, it’s not the bomb in your chest that kills the mood, but your over abundance of knowledge, Wizard.”

One particularly well-timed, well-aimed thrust into the vampire made his crimson eyes roll back, not in condescension for once. Another, and Gale practically had the monster silenced as he clung to your shoulders for support. “Cat got your tongue?” Gale teased. With a laugh, you settled back on his own chuckling, waiting mouth.

“Yes, and now my pussy’s gotten yours,” you giggle, breathless again as he suckles your clit.

“An excellent choice… of pun,” comes his rejoinder, muffled beneath you.

[thewritetofreespeech]

bg3 astarion, gale, halsin - breath play headcanons?? (if you feel comfortable)

Astarion

Astarion adores it. To have you right in the palm of his hand. To feel you, not only wrapped around his cock like the perfect vice you are, but also feel your life in the palm of his hand. He can feel your pulse hammer as he chokes you, along with your labored breath. Those eyes looking back at him with a mixture of exhilaration, lust, fear, but, above all, trust. Trusting that he won’t harm you; even if it would only take quick flick of his wrist to kill you. He never would though. Where would his life be without you in it now? Astarion has it timed now, perfectly, to let you go the moment you climax. Filling your lungs with air as he fills your insides with his cum.

Gale

Gale only participates in the activity if he is on the receiving end of it. He can’t bring himself to put you in danger. Even if you asked for it and it’s very well controlled. His own life, however, well he’s perfectly fine to gamble with it. He likes having his vision swim. Drifting between the now and some dream, unconscious version of the Astral Planes. See Nirvana before he ‘goes to Nirvana’, as it were. It’s also probably the only way to shut his brain off for a while; literally deprive it of oxygen. He's participated in autoerotic asphyxiation in the past, so he has the ropes & scarf ties down for maximum effectiveness but also safety.

Halsin

He ashamed to admit how much he likes watching you, literally, choke on his cock. As everyone in his life points out, Halsin is a big man. It should be no surprise that the rest of him is big too. Watching you struggle to breath around him while you try to fit more in your mouth. Even practiced it’s hard to get enough air through your nose with all of him in there. He doesn’t help by holding those big man paws of his on the back of your head a little too close for comfort sometimes. He always apologizes. Always says he just got carried away. But that doesn’t stop him from doing it again.

[normal-human-girl]

Heatstroke Vika 😩

[orangekittyenergy]

gale being woken up for sex. that’s the prompt. (based on the post about his reaction to the vampire attack in act 3)

Oooooookaayy 😏❤️ I'll be honest and say I don't recall the post about the vampire attack but I just grabbed this idea (like I'd grab Gales cock) and just went with it.

NSFW

Gale x GNreader – 1700 words

Tav wakes Gale up with a blow job (established relationship but still on the road - vague for what section but definitely after the love confession)

It was late by the time you and the team were trudging back to camp. You noticed the fire was already burning low, a hot pit of embers and small flickers of flame still warming the cook pot next to it.

You glanced around; no one was awake. Of course not. You turned around, but the others had immediately headed off to their tents to change and fall into their own beds. Another hard fought battle. Another weary day ahead. You couldn’t blame them.

You stepped toward the fire to peek inside the cauldron. A simple meat stew, likely one of Gale’s concoctions. Glancing over to his tent you wondered if he might still be up, reading a book by the light of a spell like he usually was.

He was much chagrined to be left behind at camp this time. Especially since formally being romantically partnered now. But you had insisted. He had taken a nasty blow from a spell the day before and there was only so much healing that spells and potions could do. Despite his lengthy points, which he listed out on each one of his fingers, as to why he should join you in the next foray, you simply crossed your arms and stared him down, forcing him by sheer will to see your point. Which was simply, no.

You stepped closer to his tent, listening for the telltale sign of rustling pages or even a hint of a glow behind the canvas flaps. Nothing. He knew this would be a long day and told you to wake him when you returned, but still you hesitated. He was already a night-owl and if even he was in bed at this hour it must truly be later than you thought.

With a sigh, you turned on your heel and headed to your own tent, stepping within and quickly shedding your armor until only your tunic and leather pants remained. You looked down to your own bedroll. Sleep would be best. It would be so nice and easy to fall into slumber. It would also be wise, considering the arduous journey that lay ahead. But before those thoughts of sleep could truly take hold, you felt a coil in your stomach.

Your adrenaline was still up from the days events. Sleep wasn’t yet ready to steal you away as something deeper took hold. What was that Gale said one time about a brush with danger? How it left one seeking other forms of stimulation? A smile at his brash, unexpected (at the time) flirting grew across your face as the coil bloomed into a full blown heat, sinking deep and low into your gut.

Without even fully knowing your own intent you abandoned your tent and headed back for his, heart already racing. You paused briefly at the flap before slipping in quietly, being careful not to let too much light in.

Your eyes adjusted quickly, the sliver of light from outside allowing just enough illumination to see Gale dozing on his back, one arm draped off to the side as if reaching for something.

You knelt down beside him and gently eased your body next to his, leaning on his outstretched arm, and placed a soft careful kiss on his cheek, which was flush from sleep.

“Hmm….mylove….” He murmured sleepily and lolled his head slightly towards you.

Your heart thudded as you watched his chest rise and fall, his mouth slightly parted as sleep stole him back from you. This sweet, handsome, ambitious wizard. How far you had come together. What perils you still had to face together.

An ache in your chest you weren’t accustomed to made you suck a quiet breath in as you gazed down at him. Gods, how much you loved him. You didn’t think it was possible to love this way. This deep. So deep it was almost painful.

The ache slowly eased as you watched him, taking comfort in the fact that he was safe, here, now, with you, beneath your adoring gaze. In place of the ache, the deep hot burning in your core returned. You wanted to show him. You needed him to know how much you loved him. Your hand raised, ready to shake his shoulder and wake him, but that same heat from deep inside you made you pause.

You recalled his words from earlier that day.

“Wake me up when you get back, please? However you must.” He had said with that signature almost mischievous grin of his.

An idea took hold and you carefully raised yourself up instead and eased your body back away from him. His arm seemed to twitch in response, as if in search of the missing heat it had been given.

Biting away a smile you knelt down beside his hips instead, adjusting yourself slightly so you were almost laying perpendicular to him. In fact, if anyone else was up right now, they would see your feet peeking out the edge of his tent.

Ever so gently you traced your hand down the smooth velvet fabric that covered his chest, pausing to feel his deep steady breathing beneath your palm. As you reached the edge of his shirt you gently pulled it up and gave him a small kiss just above his navel. You actually half expected him to wake up at that and raised your head expecting to meet his soft loving eyes. But he continued to doze, breath steady and low.

Okay, lets see how far this will go, you mused. You planted a few more kisses. Each with a little more tongue, a little suck of flesh, until you reached the edge of his pants.

You lifted your head again, but his eyes remained blissfully shut.

Deftly and carefully undoing the laces on his pants you eased the front of them down a touch and reached in to give a few tender touches of his soft cock over his underwear. It twitched slightly, seemingly on its own at the contact, but Gale still seemed otherwise undisturbed. You stroked harder, easing your fingers as far as they could grip around the thin fabric and moving your hand up and down slightly.

Gale groaned softly and rolled his head to the side, a smile flickering on the edge of his lips before sleep seemed to take him away again and he stilled once more. I hope you are having a wonderful dream, my love, you thought and gently eased his cock, now almost half hard, out of his underwear.

Fully able to wrap your warm palm around him now you felt a shiver of excitement run through you as you eased your hand up and down, savoring the feeling of his hot silky skin. Your fist met stem and even as you raised your hand back up you could almost feel him getting harder beneath your palm.

“Mmmmmm….” A soft moan escaped his lips this time, still halfway between dream and reality. His chest started to heave, breathing becoming faster as the sensations pulled him from his slumber as you continued to lovingly stroke his length.

You grinned and squeezed a little harder, giving another long slow stroke and his hands clutched at the blanket below him. He was fully hard now, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hips even starting to writhe beneath your arms. Truly, it seemed his entire body had woken up but his eyes remained shut.

You let your hand lower once more, and holding him steady you leaned forward, wrapping your parted lips around his tip and dancing your tongue across it.

He let out a louder groan this time, and his hands reached to grasp at his shirt now.

“Shhhh…” You released your mouth for a moment to hiss at him.

“Gods, Tav...don’t stop.” He whispered, his voice still groggy and hoarse from sleep.

You smiled and leaned your head back down, sucking him in again, carefully swirling your tongue around his already dribbling tip before easing your head down further. His hands descended to tangle themselves in your hair; not even to guide your head, but just to touch part of you.

Raising your head up and down more swiftly you added your hand in, twisting it gently at his base as spit dribbled out the sides of your mouth and across your waiting moving fingers.

Gale was panting now, his chest heaving, hard, hot, quick breaths where moments before they were soft and sleepy. He opened his mouth as if to speak or maybe moan again, but caught himself and you heard him snap it shut and let out a groan through his clenched teeth.

His hips bucked up slightly, matching the rhythm of your hand and mouth and before long you felt him twitch against you, shudders wracking his body. You reached your free hand up, grabbing at his chest and he reached to twine his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand tightly, pushing your mouth down as far as it could go, wriggling your tongue along his length, trying to encourage him to give in.

He gave a last shuddering breath and released, hot spurts of his seed shooting into your mouth and down your awaiting throat. His hand gripped yours so hard it almost hurt as you swallowed every single drop of him. As his shuddering subsided and his breath started to return to normal you took a moment to lick him clean and gently tuck him back away before crawling back up to lay in his awaiting arm once more.

“You continue to amaze and astound me in every way possible.” He said sucking in another deep breath and releasing it slowly. You leaned forward to nuzzle into his neck and give him another few kisses.

“You told me to wake you up.” You mumble, feigning innocence. He pulls back a touch, meeting your eyes with a twinkle in his own before smothering you with a flurry of kisses, pulling you even closer. You push your body flush with his, finally letting sleep start to take hold, happy that he is happy, but wondering if he might be thinking of waking you up the same way.

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[estheruary]

Duuuuude wtf was happening in the 90s?