Harvey looked beautiful in his sleep. Not that there was a day where he wasn't, but for today, today was quite special.
It was his birthday, after all.
You slowly sat up, placing a hand on his cheek. You leaned in to kiss him on the forehead, then laughed as his nose twitched in response. You proceeded to place another kiss, then another, moving down to kiss his nose, then his eyes, then his cheeks.
You waited, just for a moment, before finally kissing his lips. He sighed in relief, kissing back softly.
You moved your hand up, not wanting to miss a moment to run your hand through his very nice, very fluffy hair. He hummed a low sound, leaning against your touch. He slowly opened his eyes.
You smiled. “Happy birthday, Harvey.”
His gaze softened, a smile spreading on his lips that seemed happier than your own. He grabbed your hand, pulling it down to his lips to kiss it. He seemed content.
“Thank you.”
He closed his eyes and leaned against your hand again, not seemingly wanting to let go.
“I know for today you had plans for me…” He murmured, his voice soft, a small whisper against your skin. “But… could we stay in instead?”
It was your turn to hum, and you pretended to contemplate just for a moment. Seeing him look at you in hope, and in anticipation, made you want to kiss him.
And there was no need to resist, so you did.
“Of course.” You answered, laughing as he sighed in relief. “But… can I ask why?”
He stayed silent, his eyes still closed while his thumb moved mindlessly on your hand. For a moment, you thought he wouldn't answer at all.
“Sometimes… sometimes it's hard to believe that you're here.” He whispered, so soft, almost like he was unsure if he wanted you to hear. He opened his eyes, and there, once more, you were able to see such a beautiful, loving shade of green. “Sometimes it's hard to believe you've been with me for so long.”
“But you're really here.” He sounded so relieved. Happy. Floating in the joy of a dream, yet he was fully awake.
He looked at you like you were love itself. Warm and loving, like you were a memory he never wanted to forget. From the strands of your hair, to the color of your eyes, to the shape of your lips… everything.
You were everything.
“You make me happy beyond belief.”
“So please…” He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his forehead against yours. “Please stay with me.”
You didn't want him to doubt. You didn't want him to think, even for a moment, that you would say no. You kissed him, and again, and again, as many times, though none seemed enough.
You placed your hand over his, intertwining your fingers together.
!!! Please read previous parts !!!
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||Of All The Ways I Could Deny You - Baldur's Gate - Gale x Reader
||Part 4
||If you were to deny him, how would he react?
It was only for the briefest of moments, just a second, where you lost focus, but somehow it was enough.
For Gale, for him, he only needed just a second.
You felt it, the strong tether, the hold you had on him snapping and suddenly, suddenly —
“Fuck!”
— he pushed you down on his desk, the heavy brunt of his weight pinning you down as he filled you, the air leaving your lungs in a rush. He held your legs wide open as he fucked you, the slapping of his thighs against your loud enough to make your ears ring.
You grabbed at him, burying your hands into his hair and trying to regain even just a semblance of your composure. But you didn’t, couldn’t, not when his touch was fire and lightning alive, the movement of his hips sending you to near delusion.
He kissed you, his grip on you tight as he pushed your thighs against your chest, going unbearably deeper — you felt something in your consciousness fracture, pulling you tighter and tighter until you finally snapped, your mind going blank as you came around him. You moaned, one he so easily swallowed, taking back every little bit you denied him; as if it wasn’t just a kiss, as if it wasn't just a touch, as if it wasn’t just your love — as if you denied him your very existence. Even if it was your breath, he would take it.
It was hunger that surpassed any sort of restraint. Consuming.
You felt hands caress your body, multiple, on your arms, on your chest, on your hips, on your ankles, on your legs, keeping you spread open — all faint, gentle, glowing with the light tint of blue.
But then you felt a hand, warm, blessedly warm, alive, his, rubbing against your clit. Moving, circling, bringing you to a high you haven't even come down from yet.
“T-that is… Gale–!”
You felt faint, yet alert, overshot, a maddening tingling of sensation filling your body that somehow continued to build up. He continued moving, his fingers, his hips, his cock — in, out, everything losing sense, all too much all at once.
His eyes were on you, only on you, intense and determined, relishing and remembering every little breath, every little twitch, every little shift in your expression. He looked hungry, famished, as if it wasn't enough, as if there was more he could take. Yet there was also a maddening delight, as if he already knew, as if he had you entirely figured out.
Like this, he didn't entirely look sane.
He took your hand and placed it on his cheek, the brush of his beard soft against your hand. He inhaled, nuzzling against your skin, drunk in this tiniest bit of affection.
“Is this the ruin you wanted?” He asked.
You laughed, breathless, already reaching another high. Between the both of you, really, who was the one going crazy?
||Winnie-the-Pooh in Baldur's Gate 3 Crackfic
||Winnie wasn't sure where he was going, but he was not lost. If not here, then there. For he was looking for his friends, though now, it may be a friend he never met yet.
||Part 10 of Hello, Everyone!
MASTERLIST
Wyll woke up first, with the sky still slightly dark, just about an hour before the sun rose. The campfire had died sometime along the night, a mild chill having settled into his bones from cold air around him.
Yet, for some reason, his arm was strangely warm. Looking down, he saw Winnie bearitably snuggled up against him, the bear's arms and legs wrapped around his arm — as if he were the teddy bear, and not the other way around.
He chuckled and laid his head back down. Winnie was a wonder, wasn't he? Someone so small, so unknown, yet was a friend the moment he saw him. This little bear was…
If even not for the Gate, if even not for the Coast, if even not for the smallest of villages…
If even it was for this small, little bear…
He had something worth protecting.
Wyll swallowed, feeling his heart grow heavy yet become light all at once. It was something he had known all along, something he had never forgotten, yet Winnie gave him a reminder of the burden and the duty he had to carry.
It made him more determined.
But at the same time, it made him doubt.
Would it be enough? After everything he had done, after everything he had sacrificed, would his power be enough?
He felt his mind stir, a sharp nauseating feeling that signaled the start of a hideous migraine. It was a call, a temptation. An obvious solution to a problem. Bait. Swaying and dancing, enticing. Waiting for him to take a bite.
There wasn't much he knew about the illithid, or the worm. But he knew that it could give him power, power he could have in an instant. It whispered to him, laid all to bare what he could do, all for a small price. How much would he gain? How much would he lose?
Despite everything that he had to lose, despite the entire idea of it being ridiculous, he considered it. Was the worm affecting his own thoughts, or was this truly how he felt?
If he succumbed to it, the worm and the salvation it offered to give, could it save him from the hell he damned himself to?
“Freedom.” He whispered.
Or would it subject him to another type of hell?
“Wyll?”
Wyll blinked, snapping out of his reverie as he turned to look at Winnie, who had taken to comfortably sitting on his stomach.
“Since when…” Wyll blinked again. “How long have you been awake, Winnie?”
“Minutes.” Winnie replied. “I've called you quite a three times, but you've had clouds in your eyes. No rainbows.”
“Is something wrong?” The bear asked, his head tilting cutely.
Wyll smiled, before sighing. “Well, Winnie, I’m not really sure where to begin.”
“Tell me anyhows. I've been told before that I'm of the wise.” Winnie patted his own head, the movement looking quite plush. “I told myself that.”
“Well!” Wyll laughed, shaking his head. If Winnie said it was such, it must be true. He carefully picked up Winnie then sat up, placing the bear on his lap. “If you insist. Tell me, Winnie, the great and wise Pooh, is there anything you know about the illithid worm?”
“Oh dear, I don’t know.”
Wyll laughed helplessly. Right, of course, what was he expecting?
“But I do know two, three, four people who have the little worms in their heads. Five now, including you.”
Wyll looked at Winnie in surprise, whilst the bear nodded his head, seemingly having reached an epiphany of his own.
“If I don’t know, then maybe them. I say, Wyll, I think it would be nice if you met them!”
Wyll swallowed. This was it, right in front of him.
Hope.
“I would love to meet them too.”
—
Now, truthfully, Winnie had no idea how to find Shadowheart, Gale, Astarion, and Lae’zel. This was something he candidly admitted to Wyll, his friend. At this time, where the sun was as yellow and bright as he was, there was a great good chance they had walked somewhere else by now. They were on a mission, you see, and they were in a great hurry.
But not to worry, for he was also on a mission. Friends who were lost will always be found, and if not now, then later. It was never a never. In his heart, which was very full, he knew he would find them again.
Or perhaps that was his tummy. After all, he had just eaten a pot of honey.
So on they, Winnie and Wyll, went to find their friends. Winnie picked a direction, which to Wyll may seem like an arbitrary one. Wyll might ask, why this one? It was neither right or left, to which Winnie would reply that it was simply forward. And forward was forward, but forward was better than backward.
With that simple, yet astute philosophy in mind, they continued forward. Forward and forward they went, walking through bushes, climbing over rocks, and passing by terrain that all slowly began to look the same. They weren’t lost, no, but it was starting to feel like it.
But then, a silver lining, a road! And right ahead it, a bridge! A broken bridge, but a bridge all the same. Now, if Winnie were alone, that bridge could not be crossed. But he was not.
He looked at Wyll with sparkling eyes.
“...Come here.” Wyll laughed, picking up the bear and making the long jump across.
Winnie nodded his head contentedly. See, everything went along smoothly so long his tummy was full. And his heart. So they continued forward and forward, passing by many more things, yet finding no sign of friends. After walking a bit more for an hour or so, they stopped somewhere along the road.
Winnie placed a paw on his chin, nodding firmly. He was sure of it now.
“Wyll, I do believe we are lost.”
And yet, somehow, it was so strange. He was so sure of it before, that he would find someone today. He had been following his gut this whole while, and while his gut was sometimes neither here or there, it had its moments where it was right. Winnie thought now would be one of those times.
But perhaps that was his tummy, which was now oh so grumbly. Hm, did Wyll have any more honey?
“Stay behind me, Winnie.”
Winnie jumped in surprise, his eyes widening as Wyll pulled out his rapier. Oh dear, was there a monster? What monster could it be to make Wyll take out his rapier? He inched forward, wrapping his arms around Wyll’s leg in fear, his little head peeking out to look at the monster.
“Listen to me, please!”
Winnie blinked. It was a person, with a red tail and red skin. Red skin, a kin! All fear was gone, now replaced with excitement. Red was so close to yellow; he was yellow, and she was red indeed, though perhaps she was not as fluffy.
But she seemed very cuddly.
“Advocatus Diaboli.”
Winnie looked at his friend, alarmed and confused. But Wyll…
||Of All The Ways I Could Deny You - Baldur's Gate - Gale x Reader ||Part 3
||If you were to deny him, how would he react?
PART 2
You entered his office, freely and unprompted, without so much of a knock or greeting. He looked up, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw you.
“You’re here.”
“So I am.” You replied coolly. This was how your routine together was, with you going to his office just after your classes and his classes were done, where you’d wait for him to finish organizing his things, then you two would go home together. At least, that was how your routine was supposed to go.
But recently, he was being unusually wary of you. His gaze, his focus always on you, as if waiting, anticipating, not knowing what you’ll do if he so much as looks away.
You smiled, your amusement growing as he swallowed. You could feel his anxiety becoming stronger.
“What’s with that look, Gale?” You laughed. “Do you not want me here? Should I go?”
“...No.” He replied, his gaze calculating as he looked you over. Then, as if steeling himself, he cleared his throat and straightened his back. He regained a bit of his composure, his eyes now calm. “But I believe that some caution is warranted, especially since you have cast silence to this room.”
Ah… yes, right, you supposed you forgot to mention a minor detail like that.
“What’s wrong with that?” You walked towards him, noticing the way his shoulders tensed as you got closer. You stopped right before him, placing your hands on the chair’s armrests as you leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“I only want some privacy with my husband.”
His expression softened significantly at that, though there was still some vigilance in his stance. “I do not disagree with that sentiment.”
“Right?” You asked, before slowly raising a hand to touch his beard.
He groaned, leaning against your touch, as if soaking in your affection.
“If you are to start this,” he said, his hand coming up to grip your forearm, firm but not painful. His eyes held a promise. “Know that I will not let you go.”
“Why?” You asked breathlessly, feeling a giddy, fluttering feeling start in your stomach. “Do you think I’ll run away?”
“You have.” He said. “Twice.”
You released a shaky breath, filled with the inexplicable urge to provoke him.
“And if I tried for a third?”
His hand came up to grab at your waist, pulling you into his lap with a desperate need.
“There will not be a third.”
Then he pulled your arm, leaning in to kiss you, but you easily dodged him, kissing him on the cheek instead. He groaned in frustration, but you continued, peppering his cheeks with kisses, before moving down to his chin, then moving down to his neck. One kiss, two kisses, three… then finally a bite.
He jolted, jostling the both of you as you sucked and licked at his skin.
“Do you think you could stop me?” You asked, sneaking a hand down his robes to touch his chest, circling a finger around his nipple before pinching it. “If I ran away, could you really catch me?”
“If you dare run away,” he replied, his chest rising up and down in labored breath, “I will smite you.”
“You are not a god, Gale.” You laughed.
“No, maybe not.” His eyes crinkled in delight, and just a small bit of arrogance, “But enough power to make you worship me.”
“Is that what you want, my love?” You slid your hand down, dragging your nails against his skin, going lower, lower, stopping just above the rigid, standing bulge pressing against his trousers. “Do you want me to worship you?”
You supposed he had something to say, an affirmation or maybe a rebuttal, but there was no way to know, no way at all, what with you digging your hand into his trousers and pulling him out, stroking him in fast, firm movements. His mouth was open, but not to speak, but to let out shaky, helpless moans, his body tensing with each stroke. Hm, maybe he had nothing to say after all.
“But Gale,” you lifted up your skirt, revealing that you had already removed your underclothes. You pressed your bare self against him, your composure faltering as you coated him in your slick.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you down and firmly moving you against him, the sensation sending sparks up your body. You could feel yourself clenching in anticipation of being inside you.
You grasped his shoulders, making him look at you. Making sure he looked at you.
“What if I want to ruin you?”
Then, under your breath, you cast the spell.
Hold person.
Shock filled his gaze, and you could see him struggling. You laughed breathlessly, also struggling to keep your focus on the spell as you continued, rutting and rutting, desperately refusing the need to slip him inside you.
He looked angry. He looked frustrated. He looked hungry. He looked like he wanted to devour you. He looked like he wanted to take you. He looked like he wanted to ruin you. And none you’ll let him do.
You brushed your hand through his hair. You kissed his beard. You nipped his lips, and you continued, continued, your body tingling, burning with a fire that was all consuming until you neared the precipice.
And then… then you stopped.
Because it wasn’t just him you were denying, it was yourself too.
And the frustration of it was so damning that you lost focus.
||Of All The Ways I Could Deny You - Baldur's Gate - Gale x Reader
||Part 2
||If you were to deny him, how would he react?
PART 1
You were a professor too. You knew your way around the weave, able to move and manipulate it to do the things you wanted it to do. Something easy, like mage hand, was a spell you were all too willing to use for deviance.
You looked at Gale, who sat by his study table, a pen in one hand, and a scroll in the other. You sat down on a plush seat right across from him, though it seemed he hadn't noticed yet.
It was a small touch — using the mage hand — the slightest brush on the nose. Gale made a low sound, acknowledging, but not attentive, his eyes still trained on the scroll he so meticulously, so very carefully handled.
On the cheek then, poking and tapping and nudging, enough to elicit an amused chuckle from him. But he wasn’t looking at you, still. His finger traced a line in the scroll, his eyes narrowing as he read it.
So you placed your attention on his lips, soft, plump, so lovely to kiss, the mage hand staying there longer than you intended it to. So, slowly, you trailed it down to his neck, the fingers tauntingly tapping, before going lower down to his chest—
“What are you doing?”
His eyes were on you now.
“It isn’t me.” You said, your voice void of any guilt. You glanced at the faintly glowing blue hand on his chest, before looking back at his warm, brown eyes. “It’s the mage hand.”
You dared to move the hand across his chest, brushing against a nipple, circling a finger around it before lightly pinching. He cleared his throat, adjusting himself on his seat. You were looking at him, and he was looking at you, neither willing to look away. Though, he did seem amused that you were willing to lie straight to his face.
His lips twitched, trying for a look of indignance but easily failing. His fingers tapped on the desk, the scroll quickly forgotten as he thought of a response.
But you didn’t bother for a reply, didn’t wait, your gaze returning to the mage hand as it went lower, lower, pausing on his abdomen, then lower, stopping just right before the seam of his trousers. His breath hitched.
“It’s… a naughty hand.” Gale said roughly, trying to regain his breath as his chest rose up and down.
“Is it the hand that’s naughty?” You could almost hear the beat of his heart, rapid, anticipating, impatient. Could imagine the warmth of his skin. Could see the tips of his fingers just starting to tremble.
You smiled at him. “It could be you.”
You had a feeling he had something to say, something important, but who knows, a broken, wretched sound leaving his lips as you pressed the mage hand down, down firmly on his crotch. So you stroked, moving the mage hand back and forth, back and forth — it hardly felt anything to you, but for him? You imagine it must be bliss and torture alike. If you could just look what was beneath the table, a sight hidden from view… you wondered how hard he was. Was he straining against his trousers?
He must be so warm, so firm, so tense, his hips canting and chasing the ghost touch of the mage hand, but his eyes…
His eyes were still on you. Precious.
It made you want to ruin him. See if he was willing to ruin himself, just like this, in his seat, so very far away from you. Make him lose himself. Make him forget who he was.
So you stopped.
He choked on air, clutching at his chest while his eyes stared at you hurt. He looked betrayed. It almost made you want to apologize.
||Of All The Ways I Could Deny You - Baldur's Gate - Gale x Reader
||Part 1
||If you were to deny him, how would he react?
You reached out a hand to touch Gale’s beard.
He blinked, looking up from his work to stare at you in surprise. A smile slowly settled on his face, and he leaned into your hand.
“Feeling affectionate now, are we?”
You smiled, not bothering to reply as your other hand raised to join in on the fun, your fingers feeling the soft, yet prickly texture of his beard. Each stroke, each pinprick against your palms distracted you, a subtle, indecent reminder of the sensation of his beard, of him, in between your thighs.
His own thoughts seemed to be in a similar direction, his eyes becoming glazed, and mouth opening in a soundless groan as you touched his ears, gently, gently, teasing him before moving your touch to his cheeks… his nose… his lips… to his neck, enjoying the gradual flush of color burgeoning on his skin.
You slowly traced the outline of his chin, your thumb brushing against his lips. You leaned in close, your breath hitting his face, indulging him in the temptation of a kiss. You watched as he leaned in too, waiting, needing—
Then you pulled away, grinning wickedly as he sputtered, his eyes wide in shock as if he had been splashed by a cold bucket of water.
“Right, I just remembered there’s something I need to do.” You placed a hand on your chin.
“I—what?” Gale replied weakly.
“I’ll go and finish that.” You waved as you walked towards the door. You glanced back, wanting to get just one last look at him before you go.
||Kinktober 2025 - Omorashi/Watersports
||Baldur's Gate - Gale x Female Reader
||In times of need, Gale is more than happy to help.
How did you get here?
How did you end up naked in the bathroom, sitting on a chair with your legs spread wide open, and Gale kneeling right in between them?
That sentence, you suppose, wasn’t all that odd, given everything both of you have already done. What was of interest, however, was that he was massaging you — his palm, in particular, massaging and pressing on your abdomen in slow and rhythmic movements in order to… to…
To make you pee.
You had a terrible, horrific nightmare earlier in the morning, one that woke you up in cold sweat. You went to the bathroom to relieve yourself, only to find that you couldn’t. You didn’t think much of it, not until a few hours had passed.
By then the pain had become too much, and Gale, being the loving, kind husband that he was, was all too willing to help.
But this… this wasn’t an ordinary kind of help, better to say it was a one-and-only kind of help, though one he was of mind to do with great passion and gusto, courtesy of his love and worry for you.
Nevertheless, now, it’s hard to say what’s really stopping you — if it’s the nightmare, or your embarrassment to piss yourself in front of him.
“Relax, my love.” Gale mumbled, pressing a kiss on your thigh. “You are here, and you are safe with me.”
His palm began to press quite firmly, continuous and determined, and now, now, it’s hard to say what can stop you, the exhilarating rush that started to come down.
So you closed your eyes, and let yourself go.
“...Hmm…”
A deep groan sounded in the air, and you were certain, it was not you, but him, with another groan leaving him as his mouth covered your mound, eyes closing and audibly gulping as he drank. And you? You were simply taken by the sight of him, and the overwhelming sense of relief.
It spilled from his lips, too much for him to drink, but he chased after it anyways, his tongue licking long stripes up your thighs before going back to the source. You soiled him, staining his clothes and making his hair cling to his neck. But he continued, drinking, and chasing, and licking, up until the very last moment.
You sighed, sagging against the chair, your cheeks faintly pink from bashfulness. You placed your hand over his, squeezing gently.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
He smiled, his lips, his beard dripping with the remaining wetness. His eyes twinkled in delight, in mischief, as if he was all too willing to do this again.
||Kinktober 2025 - Quiet Sex
||Baldur's Gate - Gale x Female Reader
||In the library, you must be quiet
When one was in the library, naturally it was expected for one to be quiet.
It was a place to study, to focus, to learn all that there is to learn. It was also a place to research, and to gather resources. It was where students and professors alike gathered for knowledge.
As such, as professors, it was not unnatural for you and Gale to be in the library.
“I… haahh…”
“Shhh…”
Silence was of the utmost importance, in the library. An unspoken rule, yet known and to be followed by all. To be loud was to disturb, and to disturb was to affront those who truly wish to learn.
“That… your hand is… Gale…”
You must be quiet. As a professor, it was your duty.
“Hush, my love…”
Even if hidden from view, you must be quiet. Even if in the most secluded of corners, you must be quiet. Even if pressed against a shelf, even if his hand was in your robes, you must be quiet.
“Oh… mmm…”
Even if your hands gripped his arms, you must be quiet. Even if your breath hitched, you must be quiet. Even if his fingers circled, circled, dragging back and forth, slowly increasing in intensity…
You must be quiet.
“G-Gale… I…fuck…”
Even if his lips pressed kisses on your neck. Even if he whispered sweet praises beneath his breath. Even if his fingers continued, never stopping, endless…
You must…
“...Haaaah…”
Even if your body trembled. Even if your eyes rolled back. Even if you come, even if you soiled his fingers…
You were quiet.
And he too. He was quiet.
As his lips curled in delight. As his body pressed against yours. As his lips kissed you, as his fingers moved again…
||Kinktober 2025 - Golden Showers
||Stardew Valley - Harvey x Female Reader
You and Harvey were watching a documentary and somehow, very weirdly enough, the topic was about golden showers. And you, also very weirdly enough, were highly interested, watching the incredibly detailed animation on how the act, so to speak, was performed, your eyes trailing on the yellow, no, golden liquid slowly enveloping the man’s face, the drip, drip, drip of it landing on his chest, on his fingertips, on his thighs…
It interested you so greatly, in fact, it had you wondering out loud.
“I wonder how it feels like to pee on someone.”
Harvey hummed, equal parts distracted by what was on the screen, and parts attentive to your question. He leaned back on the couch. “I imagine it would be… satisfying.”
Now that response interested you too.
“Maybe,” but you didn’t want to seem too eager, “but wouldn’t it be unsanitary?”
His lips twitched. “Maybe,” he returned, equally as undisturbed.
“You’re a doctor, Harvey. Of course you know it is.”
“That’s right, I’m a doctor.” He nodded his head dutifully, “I also know it wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve handled.”
You stared at him, and he stared at you. You laughed as a small, rueful smile grew on his lips.
“Well, isn’t that awfully convenient?” You got on his lap, pushing him down the couch. “And what would you have it, I have another convenient thing for you. I really need to pee.”
“Where should I do it? In the bathroom?” You placed a hand on his stomach, slowly trailing your fingers up his chest. “In the shower?” Your fingers brushed against his neck, feeling the low bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed.
“Or should I do it here?” You whispered, tracing his lips, a smirk growing on your face as his tongue darted out to lick your thumb.
“Would…wouldn’t that be messy?” Was what he said, but his hands were already lifting up your hips, almost a little desperate to take off your shorts.
“Maybe,” you replied as you settled right where you were supposed to be. You combed your hand through his soft, fluffy hair, holding him down. “You just have to make sure to not miss a drop.”
You thought it would be harder, to release when this all so sudden and in the moment, but his eyes were so pleading, and his hands gripped at your thighs so tight, and the moment his mouth was on you, you just had to—
“Fuck!”
You weren’t sure who moaned louder, the full brunt of your weight falling on him as his mouth, his tongue went in, deeper, deeper, and you couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help even if you tried, moving and grinding on his face as you let it all go. And you made such a mess of him, such a pretty, fucking mess as the yellow, no, golden liquid spilled on his nose, his cheeks, the way it splashed on his glasses. The lewd drips to his ears, to his neck, down to the soft fur of the couch below.
Who enjoyed this more, really? When you stopped, it didn’t really stop as his tongue licked at your thighs, his mouth sucking at your skin, and his hands were pulling you down again, as if asking for more, as if he could wring it out of you again.
And you laughed, breathlessly, your knees trembling as you grinded on his face again, because you had to, just had to—
You just couldn’t get enough of him beneath you like this.
||Winnie-the-Pooh in Baldur's Gate 3 Crackfic
||What does it take exactly to make a right decision?
||Part 9 of Hello, Everyone!
Wyll had a mission. He had a purpose. To fight against evil. To defend and protect the weak. To champion against what was wrong, and to uphold what was right. To some he was a hero. The great ‘Blade of Frontiers’ who defeated monsters and devils, and brought peace to the Sword Coast. But to some, he was seen as naive. Ignorant.
After all, how could one live in such a cruel world with such a simple-minded way of thinking?
What was right, and what was wrong? If he thought it as right, was it really right? If he thought it as wrong, was it really wrong? Why? Was it his right to make that decision?
And if it wasn’t his, who made that decision? Mizora?
He huffed a small laugh. Of course, who else would be a better judge of good and bad but a literal cambion from the hells?
But if he were ever asked, though he doubted that would ever come to, he did not regret making the pact, damned as he was with the consequences. And though now he was forced to follow her judgement, if the time ever came where her judgement went against his principles… Well, he supposed only time will tell what he’ll do.
If it needed another moment of self-sacrifice, then so be it.
The consequences of the brave and the just were his to bear.
Until then, until then… he’ll continue with no guilt in his heart. And so his mission was to kill Karlach.
“That,” he sighed, “and the matter of the little visitor in my head.”
He did not know much about the illithid, nor about the worm. But there was not much choice but to continue forward.
And forward, and forward he went, right back to his camp. His eyes narrowed. There was someone in the camp. Or at least, something.
He crouched down, quietly making his way to closer, his eye trained to the little moving creature feasting on the pot of honey he left behind. He stared at the creature for a good few minutes. That… that’s a bear. Well, a bear looking thing.
“Oh, yum!” The creature exclaimed, bringing another glob of honey to its mouth.
A talking bear looking thing.
The bear was very enthusiastic, eating more and more, and seemingly not having enough, the bear — yes, Wyll was sure it was a bear now — placed both his furry paws on the pot and smooshed his head in.
“Mmm…. mhhm?? Ohm dearm!!”
And now the bear’s head was stuck in the pot, his little arms and legs flailing around wildly.
Wyll closed his eyes and covered his mouth. Would it be mean of him if he laughed right now? Right, of course. Of course a magical mystery bear would get stuck in one of his honey pots.
While he was busy with his own thoughts, the bear managed to stand on his two feet, running around aimlessly.
“Oh, come here.” Wyll stood up and easily scooped him up. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”
He subconsciously squeezed the bear in his hands, a smile cracking his lips. Oh, the bear was very soft. Wyll watched in amusement as the bear’s paws felt his arms. Clearly the bear was trying to discern if he was a friend or foe.
Though for Winnie, most were much more friend than foe. After a few pats, Winnie gave a small muffled hum, having properly determined that the arms smelled good! And therefore the person holding him now was a friend indeed.
How Winnie managed to smell through the pot, or how that smell correlated to patting arms was a question no one could answer. In truth, Winnie was actually still smelling the honey. And he determined Wyll to be good simply because he wanted to.
After a short moment, the bear threw up his paws in a small hooray!
Wyll laughed, he couldn’t help it at this point, and placed Winnie down. “I suppose we should get you out of this.”
Winnie nodded, before swaying, what with the pot being so heavy.
“On the count of three,” Wyll said, grabbing firm hold of the pot. “One, two… three!”
With a loud pop, the bear’s head was freed.
“Thank you, thank you beary much.” Winnie nodded. “I simply cannot thank you enough.”
Wyll crouched down and patted the bear on the head, laughing as he belatedly realized he got honey on his hand.
“You’re beary welcome.” Wyll replied. “I’m Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers. And you are?”
“I am Winnie, the Pooh,” Winnie introduced, his chest puffed and proud as he returned his own title. But then he blinked, a new thought in his fluffy head. “But I do have to ask, Wyll, what brings you here? Are you here for honey too?”
Wyll smiled. Right, only the most wondrous of bears would ask him why he would be here in his own camp. But he played along, nodding solemnly, and his tone serious. “Yes, I am here indeed for honey.”
“Then you must have honey.” Winnie said, reaching for the pot and presenting it to Wyll.
Wyll hesitated, not because he wanted to say no, but because he was unsure if he should stand up to get a spoon or not.
“To hells with that.” He chuckled, shaking his head, and decided to stick his hand straight in. He took a big scoop of honey, and ate it!
Because this right here, this was the right decision to make.
||Winnie-the-Pooh in Baldur's Gate 3 Crackfic
||There were a lot of things to discover in this world. But even then, no matter how unfamiliar, there are things that are just like home. Hurray! See? There are very good things that come from being good.
||Part 8 of the Winnie the Pooh and BG3 crossover
Winnie-the-Pooh was a menace, unique in his fluff-ful, de-light, and damn-like way. Foolhardy, and slow. Credulous, wide-eyed, and gullible. He would trip on his own two feet, and make no effort to stop his fall. The ground was his domain, and he happily delved in it, arms spread wide in a full embrace.
Winnie-the-Pooh was a simple creature. His eyes were clear, he told no lies, and his actions were as predictable as the morning sun.
It was an insult to the sun to compare Winnie to it, but it was apt. The bear, debatable to call him a bear, was as yellow, as warm, and as bright as one could be.
But he was not fierce. He would not make you burn — would not singe your eyes, would not make you cry out in pain from a prolonged stare. His very existence would make you feel anything, everything but hurt.
Winnie-the-Pooh was not the sun. He was very simply, Winnie-the-Pooh.
The bear approached her, all plush, with no attempt to conceal himself. She made a point to sharpen her blade in a way that made her particularly menacing.
The bear seemed unfazed.
“Good evening, Lae’zel of Cresh K'liir, it is me, Winnie-ther-Pooh! While I’m not quite sure what you are doing, I can very say, I would like to help you.” Winnie nodded to himself. “May I help you?”
“No.” The reply was immediate. She could not see, not even think, how the bear could help her. He did not have the strength, he did not have the skill, and most of all… he did not have the fingers to hold the blade.
She frowned. However, as it were, she would need to learn more about the bear, as she would need to learn of everyone else.
“But you shall stay, so as you not pester me.”
Winnie happily clapped his hands, though there wasn’t much of a sound, all cushioned, and he made himself comfortable on the ground, as he has always done.
She continued sharpening her blade.
It did not take long. Not a minute, not even half. The bear looked at her, to what she was doing. Seemingly, confoundingly content. With what, she didn’t know. He began to hum. Hum, hum, hum, hm, hm, hm.
Clearly the bear did not know how to follow an instruction.
But she did not stop him. Not a frown nor comment, the only response being a sharp shiing of the grinder against the blade. So he hummed and hummed and even swayed, all the way, an unfamiliar tune like the last one she heard from him. She did not like the song.
But it was not terrible.
—
It was quiet, and quite the late of night. Everyone, humans and non-humans alike, bundled up in their blankets, blissfully asleep. All except one, that being a furry yellow bear, his silly mind still adrift, and his eyes closed, but his nose — oh yes, his nose — pointed upward and sniff, sniff, sniffed. Winnie-the-Pooh slowly sat up, then slowly stood up, his arms outstretched as he took one step, then another, and another.
He sniffed. It smelled sweet.
He sniffed. It smelled warm, coating his ears, and the insides of his belly.
He sniffed, again, a smile blossoming on his face. It smelled like home.
—
So he continued to wander, that was, Winnie-ther-Pooh. Now where he was, he wasn’t sure. Frankly, he had no idea at all. All trees, and shrubs, and flowers around him, the past few minutes looking quite the same. The moon up high, and the stars his lovely company.
But no matter, he nodded firmly, as he walked with purpose, following the scent that was all too familiar.
Then finally, he arrived, the smell of sweetness, of warmth, of home clear and fragrant. He was in a small campsite. A tent was already set up, the bedplace made, and a strong fire burning. There was no one around, but he didn’t pay attention to that. There, right beside the bags of cloth and leather, there was a small pot. Such a small pot, so easy to miss.
But he raised his nose, sniff, sniff, sniff — his tummy did a little flip. It lured him in, his feet almost lifting off the ground as he went closer and closer to such the small jar.
What was this, his arms, no, his whole furry body was shaking. It was not fear, nor anxiety, nor sadness. It was a good emotion. The goodest of them all! And so that feeling remained as he touched the lid.
Slowly, slowly, he opened the lid. He gasped, there it was. The yummy, rich, liquid golden delight of his fluffy dreams.
||Winnie-the-Pooh in Baldur's Gate 3 Crackfic
||Grumpy people are everywhere, and they can get so very grumpy. But it is with them you give your warmest of hellos.
||Part 7 of Hello, Everyone!
It was disgusting. It was abhorrent. It was an abomination, for the very thing she swore to eradicate make itself resident within her skull. There was not enough time, she did not have time, and she would not stand for it. She will make more time, cut down and tear apart this world’s gods’ if she had to . She will not allow herself to waste, to rot, to transform into her own eney.
She will find a crèche. Within the crèche, within the trust of her own people, she will free herself of this humiliation.
Yet as of this moment, she was inside a cage. Taken captive by two tieflings who knew too little of what she was capable of doing. The cage they kept her in was not strong enough to keep them safe from her.
Lae’zel grabbed at the wooden bars, the wood breaking between her fingertips. But then she heard the sound of a song being sung, and she turned to glare at the source.
She saw a small group of adventurers slowly approaching her location. Incessant chatter and laughter prominent among them — the human, the elf, and the half-elf.
Lae’zel frowned. She knew these people. Not by their names, but by their faces, recalling their fear and their horror as they desperately tried to escape from the pods in the ghaik ship. She helped none of them then, and she felt none of the guilt.
Now they were here, clear of mind, and much like herself, not yet succumbed to the infection of the parasite. But she paid them no heed, her eyes searching for the source of the song that continued despite everything.
“Oh!”
There, she spotted him, his exclamation loud despite his small stature. She hadn’t seen him initially, small and half the height of his companions, but now that she has seen him, he was hard to miss.
He was a little yellow bear, the fur in his paws and ears dirty, as if he had freshly gotten up after rolling around in dirt.
The bear stared at her too, his eyes all happy and bright. And instantly he was giving her his widest smile, jumping up and down while waving at her excitedly.
Lae’zel sneered. From that alone, she knew the bear was the type to be needlessly kind.
She watched him bound over to the tieflings keeping her captive, his little arms swaying and his voice friendly as he conversed with them. There she made another conclusion to him.
He was needlessly kind and civil.
The talk lasted longer than it should have. Two cuts of her blade would have ended things swiftly. But the bear continued to talk, giving a wave of his paw, jumping to the left, then bouncing to the right. Smiles broke on the tielflings’ faces, and after waving at the group, they left.
It was almost… disgusting at how amicable the entire conversation was.
Now they were in front of her, beneath her, wide-eyed and slack jawed. They were not discreet in hiding their surprise and awe at her appearance. Most of them, at least. The half-elf woman made an effort to show her the brunt of her disgust.
Now, the bear, especially the bear, seemed particularly… excited.
Lae’zel felt her mind throb, the familiar pull of the ghaik tempting her to use its powers. To talk to their mind, to compel them.
She snarled as she resisted. Using its powers was not necessary. Her hands were enough. Her mind was enough. Her powers were enough. The day she succumbs to the unnatural desire will be the day she will not be herself.
“Oh dear, are you alright?” Winnie asked. And the manner he said his words were undeniably kind, gentle in a way that made her skin crawl.
“Release me.” She ordered.
“We should leave the gith be.” Shadowheart glared at her. “I see no need to help those who are unable to provide it.”
Astarion snorted, finding irony in her words, but made no comment. Winnie considered her suggestion, before shaking his head. Winnie gently patted Shadowheart’s hand, as if comforting her.
“That may be so. But, I do think, she would need our help. And I would very much like to help her.”
Shadowheart gave a small harrumph of disagreement, but said no more. After giving her another gentle pat, Winnie turned to Lae’zel and the cage she was in.
Winnie looked up, then down, and up, then down. He placed a hand on his chin, nodding thoughtfully.
“We should get you down.”
That was a lot of thinking for a meager conclusion, Lae’zel thought. The bear continued to talk, asking help from his companions to grab at the rope of the cage and slowly lower her down. But it was taking too much time.
In her impatience, Lae’zel broke a part of the cage and quickly jumped out, landing on the ground with a loud thud. She wasted no time, mockingly praising them in their ability in keeping their sanity, before ordering them to join her in finding a crèche. They all frowned. All but one.
“What is a cresh?” Winnie asked, tilting his head.
“It is many things. A hatchery, a training grounds, a shelter.”
“That sounds a nice good place.” Winnie’s ears wiggled in delight. “But I haven’t quite gotten your name, have I? And you are?”
“I am Lae’zel of Crèche K'liir.”
Lae’zel wondered then, if his kind could wield the powers of the sun, as the little bear brightened and beamed to the point her eyes hurt.
“Hello, Lae’zel!” Winnie greeted, and with no fear at all, he took her hand, and firmly, but warmly shook it. “I am Winnie-the-Pooh!”
She didn’t have many positive opinions of the bear, with the negatives overshadowing it.
||Winnie-the-Pooh in Baldur's Gate 3 Crackfic
||It is not a matter of order, but a matter of everyone. Such is the way when you are giving hugs.
||Part 6 of Hello, Everyone!
Oh yes, Winnie was quite right. His intuition was not wrong, and so far, it has not been wrong. Gale was very snuggly, an accomplished virtuoso in the art of giving hugs, and Winnie had no complaints. None! And with the goodness of this very good hug, Winnie felt it would be right to give the others their hugs too. After all, something that is good should be shared amongst friends.
So after a few moments, fluffy moments, Winnie placed his paws on Gale’s cheeks, and was delighted to see the wizard was happy. Perhaps a little teary-eyed, and nose scrunching up, but he was happy. Now, that was nice! Gale’s warm smile suited him better than a frown.
Winnie plopped back to the ground, and after receiving a nice, fluffy pat on the head from Gale, Winnie headed to Astarion to give the elf his hug.
“A hug? Haha! That’s a sweet suggestion, darling.” Astarion smiled sardonically. “But I don’t care for hugs. That’s a rather… daunting thing, since now I’ll be hugging the ground for tonight. Though, I’m sure there are others who would be more accepting of your affections.”
“Alright.” Winnie nodded his head, too busy in his thoughts to notice Astarion looking surprised at his easy acceptance. Winnie was a little sad he couldn’t hug the fluffy haired elf, but that was alright! What love couldn’t be given through hugs, could be given through other things instead. Hm, perhaps he should try sharing honey with Astarion next time.
“Yes, that is a good idea.” Winnie mumbled to himself. “Honey is very delicious. I’m certain he would like it too.”
Feeling satisfied with his smart solution, Winnie made his way to Shadowheart.
Astarion watched the bear go, his face twitching, unsure if he should feel flattered or offended. So that was it, then? Offer him a hug, and when he declines, walk away while thinking to offer honey the next time?
“Honey.” He scoffed. “Does he think he can just give anything to me?”
He crossed his arms and looked up to the sky, a little lost in thought. He licked his lips, unable to resist imagining the tart thickness of the liquid on his tongue, tasting the sweetness of honey. A sweetness he couldn’t remember.
Perhaps it would not be so terrible to… agree with Winnie’s idea. Just once. After all, when was the last time he had tasted honey?
—
“I’m hurt, Winnie. You come to me last to give me my hug.” Shadowheart crossed her arms, looking down disapprovingly at the bear.
“But is the last hug not the best hug?” Winnie defended. “And, I do think, right now I would give you my huggiest of hugs.”
“Perhaps.” Shadowheart replied, resisting just barely the smile that threatened to spread across her lips. “But when it comes to hugs, wouldn’t you like to be hugged first?”
Winnie blinked in surprise, his mouth forming into an enlightened ‘o’, and he nodded his head deeply.
“Hm… yes, I suppose you make a very good point.” He murmured. He looked up at her, his eyes oh so apologetic. “I understand, then. I’m very sorry. Will you accept a hug as an apology?”
“I will not.” Shadowheart laughed. She bent down and picked him up, hugging him against her chest. “This hug is a necessity, not an apology.”
“Oh yes, that is another good point.” Winnie lightly squished his paw on her cheek. “You make a lot of good points, Shadowheart.”
Shadowhart laughed again, closing her eyes and hugging the bear tightly. It was a wonder. Winnie was a wonder. His hugs did wonders. With his right fluffiness, with the faint smell of honey and flowers in the air, and with his little paws pressed against her cheeks, somehow, everything felt alright. Right now, even if it was just for a moment, the worries that weighed heavy in her heart and mind seemed to disappear.
For once, and she hoped it wouldn’t be heard, she gained something. Not lost.
She pulled away slightly, smiling when Winnie proceeded to play with her bangs.
“I know of a way you can make it up to me.” She said. “Why don’t you be my little teddy bear for tonight?”
Winnie gasped, his eyes widening in joy. He nodded to himself. “Past me, thank you for wishing future me, which is now present me, good luck. I have very much received that luck.”
Shadowheart raised a brow.
“You have solved a very difficult decision for me.” Winnie smiled. “And to answer your question, yes please!”
Shadowheart laughed, satisfied with his answer. After giving a small nod to the others, she lied down on her bedroll and placed Winnie beside her.
“We will have good dreams this night.” Winnie said, sounding sure of himself. “We will dream of honey, of butterflies, and,” he giggled, “of a bear riding a dragon into the sky!”
And what would you have it, Shadowheart didn’t dream of wolves and darkness. But of sweet honey, of colorful butterflies, and a brave teddy bear riding a powerful dragon, soaring through the sky.
||Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader Fluff
||So what were your plans for Valentine's?
||I was supposed to post this on the day before Valentine's 😭 But life happened, so I'm posting it now. Anyway, enjoy!
Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day. How exciting! And you already knew how you were going to spend it. It would be with Harvey, of course, your darling husband.
You baked a cake just for the day; a decadent red velvet flavor, with both your names written in your best cursive on top. Chocolates were also made, the pieces carefully tempered, and made not too bitter, but also not too sweet.
Naturally to pair with the desserts, you’d have to make some coffee. You could already imagine the look on his face, his eyes crinkling in delight, and his lips slowly breaking into a smile as he blissfully took a sip.
You’ve already bought your presents for him; a new case for his glasses, a nice green tie, and a little yellow teddy bear you knew he would like. All these, together with the desserts, you carefully hid so he wouldn’t find them.
But there was one last thing left to do. You wanted to decorate the living room. Nothing too fancy, but enough to let him know it was a day you wanted him to remember. Some flowers, candles, and decorated plates and cutlery.
So that night, after giving him a small kiss on the cheek, you set your alarm to a time he hopefully wouldn’t be awake yet, placed it on vibrate, then went to sleep.
—
When you woke up, you were dismayed to see he wasn’t beside you on the bed. And to think you were excited to see his sleeping face again.
This meant he was awake. This also meant you had to wait for him to come back, and fall asleep. Hopefully by then you’ll have enough time to decorate the living room.
You sighed wistfully. “Please come back as soon as possible, Harvey.”
You blinked in surprise as the door slowly opened, and Harvey poked his head in.
“Well,” he smiled bashfully. “I’m back.”
“So you are.” You grinned. You beckoned him to come closer, noting one of his hands was behind his back when he did. “Why are you still awake?”
He hummed, rocking on his heels and contemplating whether to really tell you or not. He looked at you for a long moment, before helplessly shaking his head.
He revealed what was in his hand. It was a vase.
“I was decorating the living room.”
“Hahaha!” You laughed — no, full on cackled as you flopped back down on the bed. You laughed harder when he frowned adorably.
“...What?”
“I’m sorry,” you giggled, wiping your tears. You pulled him closer, placing your hands on his cheeks. You couldn’t help the big smile on your face as he pouted.
“Did you know, Harvey,” you whispered, “I planned to decorate the living room too.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
“Mmhm.”
He closed his eyes, his shoulders shaking, and this time the both of you were giggling and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
He leaned forward, gently rubbing his nose on yours. “Why don’t we decorate the living room together then.”
||Winnie-the-Pooh in Baldur's Gate 3 Crackfic
||How sure could one get, really?
||Part 5 of Hello, Everyone!
Has it made itself comfortable in his head? Rutting along in his brain, searching through his memories, and taking with it, piece by piece, the humanity he had left? How long would it take for him to feel it, the change — to know where he would no longer be himself?
His chest tightened. What caused that pain? Was it his grief, or was it something else? There he was reminded of another hell he was damned to. Of the Netherese bomb his beloved goddess placed upon him. It stirred, slowly, painstakingly, lying dormant, waiting for its moment to strike. A terrible, potent threat that could very well take him, and everything around him. How long would it be until he needed another artifact?
He would have to tell them. And again, he would have to face the humiliation of his own hubris.
He heard the soft, but fast pace of footsteps. His sour mood took him.
“Go to hell.”
“Hell?”
Gale’s eyes widened, and he whipped his head to look at who approached him.
It was Winnie-the-Pooh.
His heart dropped. Immediately he thought of a thousand apologies, and just about he was going to say one—
“I’ve heard of that once or maybe twice before. From a very sad, but lovely and funny friend of mine.” Winnie said, tilting his head. “Is it not a so happy place?”
“No,” Gale replied. “It isn’t.”
Winnie stared at him for a moment, and Gale wondered what he was thinking about. The bear seemed to think very hard.
“Would you like to tell me about it?” Winnie finally asked.
Gale chuckled. He would like that. And so he did. He talked briefly about hell, watching the rapt curiosity and wonder in the little bear’s face. He talked about the phrase, go to hell, of how it was common. Meaningless. Trivial. Until it no longer was. The bear was interested in the dragon, his small body shaking in fear and excitement. Gale talked about the difference a day made, and of the things that were no longer abstract.
When he was done, when he was no longer taken by his thoughts and his words, he was surprised to find that Winnie had already shuffled to his side, holding onto his hand as if to comfort him.
What a wonder it was, how a hand, well, a paw could comfort him so much.
“Are you worried?” Winnie asked.
Gale slowly looked down at the bear. He squeezed Winnie’s paw. “I am.”
Winnie squeezed his hand in return. “Well, Mr. Gale of Waterdip—”
Gale couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“—I will not say, ‘do not worry’, as that is a very unwise thing to say. And I am not unwise.” Winnie nodded to himself. “But I have hope. A great, good lot of hope. One way or another, whether it be stuffing your noggins with fluff, or luring them out with fish, there will be no worms in your heads. That is one thing I am so very sure of.”
“I assure you, only the old and wise you could handle having so much fluff in your head.” Gale joked. He paused, thinking his words over. He asked his question quietly. “How can you say that, and be so sure?”
“It is because I believe in you.”
Gale’s eyes widened. Winnie didn’t falter, keeping his hold on the wizard’s hand firm and tight and strong. Most of all, his paw was still so soft.
“I believe in you. With your pretty magic, and your confusing, but working words. In Shadowheart, with her lights and waves and sounds. And in Astarion, with his, oh, um,” Winnie blinked, suddenly distracted. He smiled. “With his very nice and fluffy hair.”
An astute observation, Gale thought amusedly.
“Most of all,” Winnie seemed to vibrate in excitement, giving a small jump of joy. “I believe in me!”
Gale laughed, loudly, placing a hand on his chest all the while surprised at how freeing it was. Well! You can’t sound surer than that, and there was no use doubting it, Winnie was very sure.
“That is a good laugh, I hope.” Winnie wiggled his nose. “But to be sure, and I do like being sure, I will give you a hug.”
Gale smiled, and watched with no small amount of amusement as Winnie hugged his leg, and slowly, but very surely climbed his way to give him a proper hug. Never would he have ever imagined the day a sentient teddy bear would be climbing up his leg to give him a hug, but this wasn’t a usual day, was it?
He laughed and scooped the little bear up into his arms, hugging him tightly. His chest throbbed lightly, but he ignored it, aware that he didn’t need an artifact yet. He closed his eyes, wholly intent in enjoying the hug he hoped he deserved.
But he was sure of one thing, and this he was very sure of. Winnie-the-Pooh gave the best hugs.
