qathryn; 30s; Queens Honey 🍯; hermit by the sea 🌺🌊; in love with Gale Dekarios
Fav BG3 party: Gale (my loyal wife), Karlach (my little princess), Astarion (and who could forget dear Rat Boy) + Halsin (my husbear)
Top Opp: The Emperor; 2nd Top Opp: Vicar HumbleFOE
BG3 Dialogue You've Never Heard: masterpost + tag
Gale plushie adventures, since people seem to like these :p
occasional fields of mistria, BG3 tomodachi life, dragon age, and mass effect
mod recs: BG3 | Dragon Age: Origins
My Tavs
Silmarien Telcontar-Telerin
The Starlight Maiden
intro + tag + starlightweave
High Half-Elf 💫 Sage 📖 Storm Sorceress 🌩️ Gale romance 💜
Isidro Prudencio Aguilar
The Paladin of Helm
intro + tag + lion & bear + two dumbasses in waterdeep
Human 🌎 Noble 👑 Oathbreaker -> Oath of Devotion 🛡️ Halsin romance 💚
Arasene
The Wandering Warrior
intro + tag
Wood Elf 🌲 Soldier 🪖 Fighter ⚔️
Xanaphia Zau'ghym
The Little Monk
intro + tag + bloodmoon
Seldarine Drow 🩰 Acolyte 📿 Monk 👊 Astarion Romance ❤️
Prince Rivera
The Giggle of the Gate
intro + tag + chuckleheart
Wood Half-Elf 🍃 Entertainer 🎭 Bard 🎻 Wild Magic Sorcerer 💥 Psionic Warrior, Most Powerful in the Realms 🧠 Shadowheart Romance 🌓
Arakka
The Golden Scourge
intro + tag + web of gold
Half Orc 🐗 Criminal 🔪 Swashbuckler 🏴☠️ Minthara Romance 😈
cant believe im agonizing over "is the freaky smut too freaky or god forbid CRINGE" for something i am going to post on TUMBLR FFS the anything goes website lol
my issue is the freaky dialogue always sounds better in my head but then when actually writing it, it looks STUPID. i have felt this way ever since i first wrote a piece of dirty talk like 4 yrs ago lmao does it ever go away *sigh*
(inspired by day 3 of top gale week, sub top/praise kink. ty to @topgaleweek for hosting this event 💜)
AO3 Link — If you enjoy this, I really appreciate getting kudos/comments over there!
Summary: "Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion is still learning how to let themself be taken apart. They know exactly what they want, and Gale is more than willing to follow their lead—up until he can no longer ignore how badly he needs to be told he’s doing well.
Word Count: 1,056
Notes: Pairing is Gale and Elenion, my male half-elf tav (who uses he/they, but is only using they/them in this fic). This is explicit smut with basically no plot other than being porn with feelings. Contains soft loving sex, anal, and of course, Gale being a submissive top who needs to be praised. See ao3 for the full tags but that should cover it. If that's outside the comfort zone or interest of anyone on my fic taglist, feel free to skip this one!
For extra context I also wanted to mention: Elenion never let any of his other partners penetrate him, and doesn't even let Gale do so until they've been together for a few months. This isn't Gale's first time topping him, but it's one of the first, so they're both still getting comfortable with it—and this prompt was literally perfect for that point in their relationship.
(If anyone ever wants to be added to or removed from my fic taglist please just let me know!)
The room was quiet except for the soft hitch of Elenion's breath.
They lay back against the sheets like this was nothing new, nothing unfamiliar. Like Gale's fingers hadn't already left them open, aching, and slick from his touch.
He hovered over them, careful, waiting—and Elenion refused to look uncertain.
"Go on, love," they said, lifting their chin. "You're not going to break me, you know."
Then, before Gale could move, they added, more quickly, "But—slowly. And don’t… just don’t rush it."
Gale nodded. "Of course," he said, settling carefully between their legs. He brushed a lock of hair from their face. "Anything you need, just tell me."
Elenion swallowed.
They had done this before. There was nothing they should've been nervous about.
And yet.
They reached for him before the thought could settle, fingers curling at the back of Gale's neck to draw him closer. Their other hand caught his waist.
"No—wait," they said.
Gale stilled immediately.
Elenion exhaled slowly, then adjusted him just a little, guiding the angle. "Like this," they said softly. "Just stay there a moment."
Gale didn’t argue. He stayed exactly where they put him, steady and patient beneath their hands.
Then they shifted.
"Alright," they said. "Now."
Gale moved immediately. He pressed in slow and careful, easing deeper inch by inch. The heat and stretch pulled a sharp breath from Elenion's chest as their body tightened around his cock. Their head tipped back, eyes slipping shut as the sensation settled.
Their hands braced on his waist, feeling the slow press as they held him where they wanted him. "That's—" They swallowed. "Yeah—stay like that. That's good."
Their voice softened. "You’re doing well. So much better—"
They cut themself off, breath catching again. "Just… stay like that. I've got you."
Gale didn't rush. He held himself there, watching.
Elenion's fingers flexed slightly.
"Move," they murmured.
Gale obeyed. His next thrust drew another breath from Elenion’s chest, their body clenching again before they could stop it.
"Fuck—" they breathed, cutting themself off almost immediately.
"Too much?" Gale asked.
"No." Elenion shook their head quickly. "Keep going. That's perfect, sweetheart."
Gale’s hands shifted at their hips, steadier now, firmer. The pressure was enough to make Elenion's breath hitch—but he didn’t break the pace they'd set.
The next movement was deeper, more deliberate.
Gale’s mouth curved slightly. "Perfect, hm?"
Elenion exhaled shakily. "Don't—don't change anything. I mean it."
Their cock jerked between them, precome already gathering despite their effort to stay steady.
Gale moved again, just as they'd asked. This time, it drew a broken sound from Elenion that they couldn't smooth out.
"That’s—" Their breath caught, fingers digging into Gale's hips. "That’s it. Just like that. You’re—gods, you’re doing so well."
Gale let out a soft moan in response. He moved more confidently now, each slow thrust dragging the sensation out.
Elenion's composure fractured further.
"Don’t stop," they said again, softer now. "Please don't stop. You—you feel so good like this."
Gale paused, his breath catching. "Say that again," he murmured.
Elenion looked at him, wide-eyed, cheeks burning from the intensity. They lifted a shaking hand to his face. "You feel… so good, sweetheart. Don't stop."
Gale smiled, and that alone undid something in Elenion. He slowed—just enough to make it worse, each thrust pressing deeper.
He shifted, just slightly.
The change in angle pulled a broken, startled cry from Elenion, snapping whatever composure they had left clean in half.
"Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion's breath caught. Their grip slipped, then tightened, fingers digging into his hips as they pulled it back into that exact angle.
"It is," they said, already losing the shape of the words. "That’s—yeah—right there—don’t… don’t change that."
Gale moved again, slower this time, holding that same spot.
"You're—gods, you’re so good at this," Elenion said, their words dissolving into a moan.
Gale let out a soft, helpless sound, his grip tightening hard enough to hold them in place as he moved. And gods, Elenion felt it—the familiar way his hands could undo them all at once.
The change in him made everything sharper, until Elenion couldn’t keep up anymore.
Their cock twitched, leaking steadily now, each movement pulling another reaction from them.
"Fuck—yes—like that—just like that—"
Their voice broke entirely on the last word.
Gale didn’t slow. He kept that same deliberate pace, pressing into them in a way that made it impossible to think past the sensation.
"Say it again," he murmured, not stopping.
Elenion let out something between a laugh and a gasp. "I can’t—"
He moved again.
Elenion arched into him without thinking.
"You—gods—you’re so good—" the words spilled out, unsteady and uncontrolled. "Don’t stop—not now, don't you dare."
He didn’t.
He let out a low, strained groan, thrusting deeper like he couldn't stop even if he tried.
"Gale," Elenion breathed, their voice dazed. "That's it—yeah—my—"
Their breath caught.
"—good boy."
Gale let out a quiet, breathless laugh. It dissolved into a broken moan, his head dipping down to Elenion's shoulder.
Elenion smiled, almost in disbelief that they'd said that with him inside them. They tried to laugh back, but it caught somewhere in their chest, lost in the rush of breath instead.
They tangled their fingers in Gale's hair, holding him closer.
Gale's rhythm faltered for a moment before snapping back, more urgently now. Elenion's hips jerked helplessly into the next thrust.
"Gale—"
Whatever they were going to say broke into a moan, then a soft cry as the tension finally snapped, pleasure hitting all at once. Their body tensed around him as they came, every last bit of control falling away.
Gale followed a second later, pressing in close as he finished, his breath uneven against their skin as he stilled.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Gale lifted his head slightly, studying their face.
"There you are," he murmured.
Elenion flushed, but didn’t look away.
"Here I am," they said, still a little breathless.
Then, more softly, "I love you."
Their fingers brushed along Gale’s jaw, lingering for a moment before they tipped their head to kiss him.
•Thunderstorm• [full res on Patreon for Free Members! Link in Bio]
Working on this project was quite an emotional experience for me! It depicts the very first kiss between Elfrida and Astarion. A bit of background: as a Drow, El fears the open sky, having never left the Underdark before. So, when a thunderstorm breaks out near the Grove, she feels a mix of curiosity and fear; as a storm sorceress, she has always been considered an aberration by her people. Witnessing her first real storm leaves her both intrigued and frightened. Astarion (her friend by this point of the story) accompanies her to the riverbank to watch the storm, wanting to show her that there can be beauty in it, just as there is in her own power. That is the moment they share their first kiss. I’m not usually a romantic person, but I have a heart too, and sometimes that inspires me to create things like this! I hope you like it! 💕😌
First time posting my art, I'm sorry if it's blurry! The photo is crisp until I upload it for some reason (I am internet illiterate). I've always been more into watercolour and acrylic painting, but this year my bestie gifted me Prismacolor pencils so I've been learning a new skill. And of course I naturally had to start by drawing her favourite baby girl pookie for her. And of course I didn't think to scan it before giving it to her so this image is from her framed signed gift.
