“Fuck, that’s right—,” Gale spit through gritted teeth. The moonlight speared through the open window like a spotlight, highlighting the sweat beading at his forehead - as is Selune herself was enjoying the show.
The rest of the inn was quiet, save for the muffled squeals and moans from your room. Eyebrows furrowed and jaws clenched as you used each-other for pleasure, craving a desperate and sweet hit of relief in between days and nights that blurred together with the scent of bloodshed. Gales hands were everywhere, heavy and grounds and so needy, gripping at the flesh of your sides, thighs, arms— wherever he could reach, he left his touch.
“Give it to me,” he panted, nails digging in below your hips, flighty hands reaching up to grab, stabling himself around your neck as he fought off his own pleasure in seeking yours.
Your eyes rolled back as he squeezed, the lack of air sharpening your vision. You could physically see the energy of you both, the flickering flames of oncoming pleasure ready to pounce like a lion on his lamb.
Gale grinned as he watched you rise and fall, writhe and collapse under his complete control.
pairing: halsin x gn!reader
rating: 18+, minors dni
content warning: out of character whack shit, destructive pining, an abrupt swap of pov's, shitty writing, carnal fucking to bon ivers holocene
a/n: Forced to stay as camp-lookout while his crew venture on for new information, Halsin finds ways to distract himself from the looming and fateful shadow-curse that lurk just feet from the light. Thank gods he has you.
A jagged vacancy thick with blue flames. He couldn't see for miles, the never-ending thick plumes of ash rolling and seeping from every atom six feet in front of him, essentially making every bipedal monster blind here. If he stepped outside the camp and extended his arm out wide, splaying his fingers in the wind, he's sure they'd disappear too.
Luckily, the air within the camp remained crystal clear in comparison. The soft linen of his tent was cool to the touch, some sick form of oasis in such hell he was isolated too. Gale was right, he thought, in calling his place hell. Sure, no one knew what happened to souls when they passed in this plane, but Halsin couldn't deny this place to be the perfect atmosphere in welcoming those damned with open arms, the desolated chill birthing lost souls like those of the reborn Harpers. If he thought about it for too long, he'd start to worry that this was how he was destined to go - the shadows eating the whole of his being alive, only to spit back out the lifeless monster he'd found the inn locals to become with a deafening groan. Just as Thaniel had become. He didn't want to think about that though - no matter how curious and sadistic the voices inside his head became with little to no social contact.
Halsin forced himself to keep distracted.
He filled his days by the naked trees, their jinxed limbs proving to be the perfect workout equipment. He dragged his collection of lanterns to the sidelines of the camp for his workout - dodging and jumping as they hungrily whipped at him, scratching and digging into his skin as he tired. He tried not to show it, but he couldn’t help but find nothing but anger with nature. This is not what she intended, Halsin thought as he glared at the trees’ bark full of bite, a void of nothing but nothingness. His heart hurt a little more every time they creaked and groaned in anger at his existence rather than sing and sway in the breeze. He limped back to his tent every night, soaking his own cuts and sores. Such pain was easy to ignore when he eventually crawled into his bedroll, loneliness the true enemy that swallowed him whole, it’s weapon proving ruthless as it punished him with thoughts of you.
Halsin would wake in a cold sweat. His brain tortured him with images of you, sprawled out under him, pretty little mouth stretched by his touch, throat working overtime to let his spit covered fingers fuck it. He was quickly going through his supply of water, having to cool down his body from the memory of you begging him to let you cum, hair sticking to the back of his neck with sweat, cock uncomfortably throbbing against his thigh under his shorts. True pleasure never came, even when he tried slip a hand down, jerking himself off as he whispered your name. His touch was too fumbling, too warm, too big — too himself. His body craved you, like he was slipped a poison you were the only antidote for.
He attempted to do what he did best - ignore his feelings and continue to wallow in himself, begging whatever gods still remained up above for mercy as he willed his body to sleep once more.
Nothing helped, though. Even after he spent every waking minute moving his body, exhausting himself to prevent the urge of fucking into his fist every night, the burning in his stomach grew stronger. Perhaps he had pavloved himself into needing you, that weakness that banged against between his ears and behind his eyes. His dreams morphed from random thoughts of you mewling his name to a constant, reoccurring one of you returning to him, finding you face down on his bedroll with your fingers working yourself open begging for his seed, begging for him to breed you. Soon enough, it seeped from his dreams, spilling into his head even when he was awake. Halsin found it increasingly harder to get off, his mind actively aware that his own fist wasn't you.
The vision seemed to permanently etched itself in his vision, head throbbing as he let out a growl. His knees shook as he collapsed, fighting against the change as it yelled, begging for him to let the wild take over - to let him defy all orders to leave camp, impeccable sense of smell leading him straight to you. They need us, the wild chanted over and over, some chiming in to mimic your soft whines and sultry moans. Halsin’s own voice escaped him. All he could feel was a fiery pain in his chest. His pants were tight, too fucking tight as he shifted with a groan.
By the time you came back to him, he was exhausted. Exhausted of willing and wanting and waiting. He ran to you, large hands cupping your face as he looked you over for injuries. His hands were warm against you, the slow and steady healing cantation radiating off him in waves. You nuzzled into him, exhaling heavily. You wore it too, exhaustion of such an adventure in your bones. Halsin selfishly kept his hands on yours as he looked over your group, thanking Silvanus there were multiple healers returning that could work on the rest of yous. With a nod to them, he bent and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to his tent.
You hummed as he lay you on his bedroll, zipping the doors closed behind him.
“Smells like you in here,” you mumbled, eyes threatening to close and drift away lost in the return to safety.
“Don’t say that.”
“I did not say you smelled bad,” you laughed, turning towards him, surprised to find his piercing gaze. The look of his usual gentle care was gone, replaced with a hot flame of some dark emotion you couldn’t name. Halsin’s knuckles were white, folded in on themselves. His eyes were gorgeous, a splattering mess of green, gold, and black as he stared daggers towards you, unsure of where the iris ended and the pupil began. You shifted upwards as best you could, leaning all your weight on one propped up forearm.
“Look — I said I was sorry I wanted you to stay behind. If you still desire to be upset about such then by all the means be so, however please do not —”
Halsin cut you off with a mumble. His body was so tense it could snap. His veins surfacing against his biceps throbbed as he stood paralyzed.
“What was that?”
“I said, stop.. talking.”
You shook the surprise off, focusing on the hurt as you forced yourself to try and stand. There was no way he thought he could keep you locked in his tent as he lectured you.
Before you could make a grand and angry exit, he had you pinned to the bedroll.
“All I desire is you. I want you — by the gods, I want you. Everything you have to give me I want, and even then I will want more.”
All at once, your thighs clenched and stomach rolled. You couldn't tell if he was joking, or even cursed. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flickered, reading his face over and over, mind jumping through hurdles at what to do next. The longer the silence went on, the more tense the air grew. The words at the bottom of your throat grew uncomfortable, overpowering logical senses as you forced out as weak cry of desperation.
"I need you, please—” Your voice gave out as he gave him.
Halsin shoved his face into your neck, inhaling. His hands pet your hair back, flattening it as he went, pressing down so rough, the roots tugged against your scalp.
"Halsin—"
He grunted in disapproval, hand on your hair falling down to lay threat at your throat, the other sliding two fingers into your open mouth. The broken moan that escaped around his fingers wasn't a surprise to the both of you, hands shooting up to find balance on his elbows. For the first time since you returned, you took Halsin in. He was... big. Hours of nothing but endless training left his shoulders broader, his biceps wider, his chest booming and bare - every spare shirt he had grown out of. Not to mention his teeth, fangs seemingly longer, sharper - rough nails in tandem. It's like the longer he spent here the more the wild fought to take over.
He shot you a toothy, know-it all grin as you sucked around his fingers, knees shaking under the spotlight of attention.
"Little flower..." he hummed, voice rough and cracked after only moments of silence. He studied your face, eyes flickering back and forth between they way he fucked your mouth slowly and the way your eyes grew heavy. Without notice, he spread his fingers wide, spitting roughly onto your tongue.
His eyes didn’t leave yours as he slowly removed his fingers, watching as you swallowed.
"Mine."
"Yours," You could barely whisper, mind reeling as your need for him pushed towards the surface, all teeth and nails as it begged you to take what you wanted - to give you both what you needed.
"You. are. mine," he clarified in between kisses. He bent down and shifted you over, pressing his body into your back, shoving a hand underneath your hips to raise them, keeping your face down and lifting your ass up.
"Halsin!" You squealed, attempting to struggle into a more... decent position.
He lowered his head, grabbing at your throat to pull back your face, smashing his lips to yours. Your body relented, softening against him as his mouth kissed you, bruising and sloppy, licking into your mouth like it was his first taste, pushing your head back with the force of it. He kneed your legs apart, dropping his hips to roll them into you, grinding. You whined into the kiss, laxing your body completely now.
He wanted you, and he would take you. And, just like he said - even after he took you, he would take more, and more.
"Take me," you managed to mewl out in between messy kisses. "Take all you need."
Like fuel to a flame, Halsin moaned low and long, tearing at the thick armor that covered you. You watched over your shoulder as he worked, using the mattress as friction to help shrug your leggings off. Wasting no time, he used both palms to spread you wide open, spitting at your hole. You whined out his name, attempting to clench your thighs closed around his grip, feeling his saliva drip down the inside of your legs. His eyes met yours before he leant up, hand at the back of your neck holding your face into the bed.
Satisfied with locking you down, he returned back between your legs, licking a hot stripe against you, tongue needy and wanting as he fought between taking his time and completely devouring you. He worked sloppy, the lewd noises of slick and spit sending a shiver down your spine. His hand gripped at the aching nape of your neck, fingers tangling in the hairs at the bottom of your scalp. The heat of his skin, hotter than you remembered, swirled at the pit of your stomach, hips working hard to grind back against his tongue. You felt the stretch of his finger before your brain could even register what it was, crying out as his lips sucked tight.
"Can't fucking breath," you choked out, hips constantly rolling backwards now, desperate to find something a little more, just a little more and you'd be able to-
"Good." Halsin growled against you, the weight of his words mixed with the vibration sending you off the edge, coming with a squeal of his name.
He didn't stop.
"Halsin—"
His fingers replaced his mouth, working fast while he ran his teeth against your ass, sharp canines leaving red welts that would surely scar.
"Take it."
And you did, nails finding purchase in the tattered sheets - the only thing keeping you grounded as he pushed your limits, arm hooked around your hips to keep you from crawling away from his hunger. Halsin hummed against you in all the right places, content in the taste of you that coated his tongue, rutting against the sheets to the sounds that you made as he made you come a second time, knees weak and breathless.
He dropped his hold on you, quivering body falling as he hoisted himself to his knees, working his own clothing off. Lightheaded and fuzzy, you craned your neck back to watch him.
"Oh fuck," you whined, taking in the sight of him. His stomach was covered in cum, cock already red and hard again, thick muscle lax against the bottom of it. You weren't sure which one to focus on first, the fact he wordlessly got off to the taste of you alone and was already to go again, or the fact he was fucking huge.
Whether he registered your words or not you couldn't tell, letting him roll you over on your back, heart beating loud with the thought of him splitting you open. He didn't even need to position you further, legs already welcoming him back in, ankles hanging off the cot in invitation.
You let him drag a finger through your arousal, watching as he used your cum in addition to his own to slick up his cock. The shock it brought was almost painful, his movements rushed and breathing heavy, eyes trained on guiding his cock towards you. He used his thighs to push your hips up towards him, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance. Halsin grunted what sounded like a question, mind reeling to understand before nodding at whatever he meant, ankles pressed against his back in anticipation. You couldn't help but cry out as he pushed in, the foreign feeling reigniting your skin, the stretch painful yet so, so welcoming with your hips raised, begging him to keep going despite your walls tightening around him in fluttering succession. Halsin let out his own choked moan, twitching at the way you wrapped your hand around the base of his length, making sure he filled you up completely.
"Gods, Halsin," you slurred out, hazy with the never ending feeling him. "You’re huge — can almost feel you in my stomach."
Halsin ducked his head, licking a long stripe against the side of your neck.
"Almost?" He hummed, prying your legs from around him to press your legs back towards you, knees to your chest. Without warning, the position forced him all the way inside as you clenched down hard.
A switch flipped in Halsin’s head, moaning all throat and feral, forcing your knees closer to your chest as he fucked you fast and rough. You could do nothing but feel and watch as he lost himself within you, making sure to thrust deep but never slip out, whining and grunting intelligible promises about not wasting a drop of his seed. He fucked into you desperately, keeping you open wide with one hand, the other forcing his fingers past your lips, gagging every sound and muffling any words.
"There you go — that's it my pretty flower, take it — take it," he chanted.
His body hover atop yours as if he were claiming it, every shift of his hips possessive and owning.
“Tell me,” he panted, hot lips pressed against your ear. “Tell me you’re mine and mine only.”
“‘m yours,” you keened beneath him, toes curling as he pushed you over your own edge once more, fingertips bruising their name against his shoulders. “yours, ‘m yours— fuck, yours—“ you chanted as he filled you up, teeth clenched and eyes shut, urging all his energy to be silent for your own reputation.
“It’s about time,” you panted, high on your own endorphins. “Was getting tired of waiting for you to do that.”
content warning: gale getting cucked by himself, magical sexy time, restraints
romie note: “Guys im too lazy to be making my own accounts okaie? so here i am posting on moons which i might be doing from time to time cuz gawd dawm can Gale absolutely RAIL ME- i mean cuz i miss writing,,, love you guys -rome 🖤”
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Although Gale was never keen to share you, there was one exception he would always allow - his mirror image. Call it vain or selfish, but he couldn’t let another have you, and he made up for that with letting you have twice as much of him. It’s how you ended up here.
“You’re so pretty Gale,” he shudders as you come up behind him, fingers raking over his shoulders and down his chest as you kiss and nip gently at his neck. His wrists fight against their restraints as he tilts his head back into you, begging for more without saying a word. You’re quick to pull away from him, leaving him groaning as you make your way around him to the bed, a grin forming on the duplicates face as you pull him into a light kiss.
Gale can’t tear his eyes away as you sink to your knees, his twins hand entangled in your hair as you plant kisses on chest, then stomach, before giving on kiss next to the base of his cock.
“Does he taste like you too?” You tease, turning to give Gale a smirk. His own cock is straining against his pants, begging to be let out, touched, and sucked till he was seeing scars. His hair was a mess and his face burning bright pink as his lips lightly separated as his voice comes out in whimpers.
“Yes,” his flush grows dark as he averts his eyes from you. “I made sure he was the same in every way.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him before turning your attention back to the clone in front of you, licking a long stride up his cock and tasting Gale in your mouth. His hand twists in your hair as you repeat the motion again and again dragging light whimpers from both your men.
The replicate has the same impatience as Gale, stopping your teasing and moving ever so demanding, sliding his dick slowly into your mouth. He pushed your head down till your fully at his base, choking at the fullness prodding your throat before pulling out, allowing you air before taking it away once again. He sets a relentless pace, turning slightly so Gale could get the perfect view of him fucking your mouth raw. Spit dripped down your chin as you moaned around him causing the duplicate to whimper and grip your hair harder.
Gale pulls against his restraints once again, a wet patch forming on his pants as his cock leaks and begs to be sucked like the one in front of him. He whimpers and bites his bottom lip as tears prick his eyes, he aches for your touch but can only helplessly watch as you pleasure his mirror image instead. He watches the ways you hollow your cheeks, thighs clenching together as you try to get some sort of friction for yourself as you gag and whine around him.
He adores your eagerness, the way you would do anything for even a replication of his cock. He could cum from the sight alone. Utter devotion to him and him alone. His clones hips falter and you eagerly pick up the pace for him, bring your hands up to continue pumping him as your leave your mouth open sticking your tongue out awaiting his release. His cum releases in hot strips, coating your tongue, face, and chest and you swear Gale must’ve modified him so that he would come twice the amount just so he could see you covered in his seed.
“You are so perfect,” Gale whimpers out, trying his hardest to immortalize the scene in front of him, to sear it into his brain. He would happily forget all his knowledge of the Weave, of Mystra herself, just to have the sight of you pumping his weeping dick, covered in his cum forever in his mind.
“Gods, please, please release me,” he mewled.
“Why should I?” you smirk, climbing onto the bed and getting onto your hands and knees. Gale is just out of reach but his duplicate moves around you teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. “Seems like he can fuck me just as you could.”
Gale seethes as your mouth falls open whining in pleasure as his twin continues teasing your slit up and down. “Please, I’m begging you.”
You pretend to think it over, reaching out a hand to rest of his thigh right as his duplicate fully sinks into you. You let out a shocked gasp that quickly turns into loud, whiny moans as he pulls back out till just the tip of his cock is inside you before slamming in once again. Your nails dig into the real Gale’s thighs as you get fucked from behind. He’s relentless like his true twin, and all you can do is moan and stare into the eyes of the man in front of you. Pure desperation come from his pleading eyes as he can only watch your bliss, cum and droll dripping from your open mouth and onto the bed below you.
“Gale— fuck, please,” you moan out and you aren’t sure which Gale you are begging for. The clone is filling you up so perfectly, exactly the same way the real Gale would, pounding into you over and over again, hitting all the right places. Your eyes rake over Gale’s body, the sweat rolling down his chest, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the arms of the chair. For a brief moment, you debate allowing him free, letting him fuck your mouth till you can’t breath or talk while his clone fucks you till you can’t walk. As tempting of an idea as it is, you barely get time to register as the replica brings his fingers down to further your simulation and brings you over the edge as he rails you into the sheets, an unforgiving hand at your lower back pushing you down. Gale’s name falls from your mouth over and over as if he was your only salvation, hips stuttering against yours as his twin fills you up with his cum. You gasp for breath, clawing at the real Gale’s thighs unable to do anything more than whimper and shake as you are filled to the brim before the clone of Gale releases his grasp on you and disappears before you have a chance to even look back at him.
Meanwhile the Gale in front you tugs at his restraints, a glossy tear streaming down his face as he attempts to throw himself at you. You smile lazily, dragging yourself from the bed and sitting on his lap, legs falling on either side of him lazily. You card your fingers through his hair and capture his lips in a desperate kiss. His cock is straining hard against his pants underneath you, his own cum leaking out of you onto the rough fabric of his robes.
“Please,” his voice is a broken cry, and you gently roll your core against him reveling in the way he desperately ruts his cock back against you. You continue the motion, rocking yourself back and forth against him despite how sensitive you are, mewling happily as he bites and sucks at your neck, grinding up into you.
“Gods you feel amazing,” he whines. He feels so dirty rutting against you desperately, thighs covered in his own sticky mess as you fall apart against him, hands wrapped tight in his hair as you subconsciously continue to roll your hips into his desperate to fell him cum despite having felt it twice before. Your throat is raw and your voice is barely audible as you whisper the incantation to release Gale from his bonds.
His hands immediately fly up and entangle themselves around you, one in your hair tugging your head back and the other around your back to support you as he grinds his member against you. It’s embarrassing how fast and how hard he cums once he’s able to fully touch you, body quivering as he shakes and ruts against you, creating a mess in his pants as he cums. His arms wrap around your torso, pulling you close as he capture your lips in a short but sweet kiss as you both try to catch your breath. He legs stumble, barely working as he pulls you both out of the chair, lying down on the bed side by side.
“Next time I want you both” you whisper, looking over to lock eyes with the brown ones next to you.
ayyo just looked it up and its done but there’s no smut, do yall want it now or do you wanna wait five to ten business days for me to write the smut portion of it
