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studio trigger did that (added a lingering senshi pantyshot) for us...

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Regarding the "I want to cum on that wizards fat tits" post, something something Gale having been hurt by the divine and now finding comfort in being defiled

OH you are SO RIGHT, Mystra left a mark upon his soul from which he is still healing but you can mark his body and prove to the world that he is yours. Your cum on his lips and painted on his tongue; scratch marks matching your nails down his neck and back; bruised indents of your teeth across his jawline and on his pretty tits. Gale loves when you stake your claim upon him. He is yours, yours, yours, and gives you every inch you desire in return for you being his.

it is a fair exchange by the wizard’s standards.

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Please share your headcanon about gale's kinks!!!!

gale's kinks/turn ons

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synopsis: A deep dive into what the smart wizard man think it's hot. Yes, the brain rot is that serious.

warnings: i'm sick so if this isn't good i will blame the pills. testing a new format. this is about sex, don't interact if you're a minor. remember: if you kink shame me i will get horny just to spite you.

PRAISE KINK

That's a man willing to write poetry about your body, mind and soul. His tongue has only two purposes on life, and both of them involve making you see stars. If his mouth isn't in use, he will be praising you.

And when Gale feels so good he can't even speak, isn't that a praise on itself?

But that we all know. His reaction to receiving praise is what makes me want to bite my fingers off.

Gale Dekarios knows his value as a wizard, but not as a man. His ambition isn't a consequence of his desire to pursue more, but to be more. To deserve love, he must prove his worth. As we all know, it often doesn't end in a good way.

I don't think Mystra ever wasted her precious time to assure Gale of the contrary. And when she did, it wasn't about Gale Dekarious: it was about Gale of Waterdeep, her chosen. How his control of the weave was impressive, how he could conjure any sort of images, how his illusions could fool everyone.

So when he receives praise for any other part of his life that isn't his academic pursues, a part of his brain burns. Be as intricate as his poetry or as lascive as one can be, Gale can feel his knees getting weak. Weaker.

FOOD PLAY

Not only Gale loves to cook and bake, but he loves the whole idea of being responsible for making someone stronger and healthier. Hunger is a hurtful thing, that he knows, and he don't want anyone else to deal with it.

It comes hand to hand with his praise kink. When you eat something good, you don't need to use words: your whole body shows it. He would apreciate the compliments, nonetheless.

To spoon feed you would be such a turn on. It's so intimate, such a show of trust and care, nothing but human. The way your mouth opened for the spoon, how your tongue licked it clean. Can you blame him?

After helping you eat, it would be his turn to end his hunger. You don't mind being his plate, do you? Gale promises to lick you clean. You always taste so sweet for him, what's a bit of honey to add to that?

OLFACTOPHILIA

Your scent can turn him into a fucking mess. There is something so human about it. So natural and real about it. Is just you.

After a fight, when you are covered in sweat and blood, he can't help himself. To be around you can make him drool. You fresh from your shower, smelling just as you and not as any perfume. When you spend the day laying around and is too lazy to get clean.

The amount of times his cheeks burned red because he breathed in when you walked past and a companion noticed can't be numbered.

Gale prefers to undress you rather you doing it yourself. That means he will be able to breath deep against your undies before getting them off of you.

Wanna get him as hard as a rock in mere seconds? Give him a underwear you used for a long time. Just threw it at his face and go on with your day. He will be quick to follow.

Gale loves how he can still smell you on his upper lip after going down on you. If you squirt, he will cum on his trousers. I don't make the rules.

FACE-SITTING/FACE FUCKING

Again: his mouth has only two uses. Is almost therapeutic for him. Just get on top of him, use his mouth however you want. The place in between your legs seen perfect for him to die on.

Gale Dekarios is a service top looking for a pillow princess/prince. I VOLUNTEER!

FINGERS IN MOUTH

You know that feeling of not knowing what to do next? Where to put your hands, what to do with your mouth? Since he prefers to be the one doing things, this can be a problem. A problem that can be easily solved by your pretty fingers.

It can hit even harder if he's in the process of casting something and you stop him by just putting your fingers into his mouth. Gale won't even know hot to react. Actually, he might suck them.

Ok, he might have a oral obsession. What are you, Freud?

BONDAGE

Hand to hand with that sort of anxiety about what he must do next. Make sure Gale stays put in place and use him. Remember guys, your service tops also deserve to be fucked around a bit.

Magic restrains or ropes, and make sure to do some beautiful knots. He could break free from them, but Gale won't desobey. Not after you spend so long getting him ready for you.

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i can’t stop thinking about tav’s husband professor!gale being so in love with them that every time he’s teaching the class about minor illusion spells, he always makes his into tav and without fail he is always grinning like a dork when he does.

“no worries if yours may not be as enchanting; it’s even difficult for me still to capture every beautiful feature.”

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The way he looks up at you, all big brown eyes and unshed tears almost makes you feel pity on him for what you’re about to do. Gale bobs his head down, nose seated against the bush of your hair, gratefully inhaling despite the fullness in his throat.

It’s all too easy to reach down, fingers brushing against his cheek—and pinch his nose shut.

His throat convulses immediately in innate panic, eyes shooting back open. He trusts you, he knows this from the inner most part of his soul. He knows you wouldn’t hurt him, and he’s proven correct as you let go after a moment, releasing him entirely.

Gale rises, spluttering and coughing as your cock slips from his mouth. He heaves, spittle dripping down his chin as he slumps his head down on your thigh. “A cruel mistress,” he gasps and you laugh, combing your fingers through his hair. “Oh sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

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Ohhhh which one of the touchstarved LIs is your fave so far? From what we've seen in the demo and the lil lore drops the devs have made I mean! Can't wait to play the full routes

And... who do you think is more sub, dom, etc? 🫣

I only remember a handful of names since I played months ago so forgive me, but I like the doctor! (Kuras?) I also like the guy from the bar- Leander I think? I don’t have strong opinions either way yet, but I would love to play the full version when it gets released.

Hmmmm I may be biased because I make any character I like a sub, but Leander is 100% sub I can tell you that rn just looking at him

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Do you know/have played the demo of Touchstarved? 👀 I think you may like it!

Some of the creators/devs worked on nyx hydra games, and it's a gothic horror romance game so I'm really looking forward to it hehe

I’ve played the demo! I’ve only played it once through however. I like it so far, though I want to play more of it when it releases fully so I can get a stronger opinion of it

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If you haven't played bg3 yourself yet, you may not have experienced him, but,,, rolan my beloved,,,, I hate that I always fall for random side characters so hard but he's just so silly I can't help it. Grouchy brat extraordinaire

Ok so Im in act two and I’ve already saved his ass from shadows AND his siblings from prison and I agree, grouch brat extraordinaire. I’ve seen his VA on TikTok which is FUN especially the cameos

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Holographic Shenanigans

Gale/Named Tav

Notes: threesome/cuckholding, handjobs, light oral, overstimulation, improper use of holograms

~ long time no proper fic! Well, not really proper, this started as rambles on discord. I don’t usually post my ocxcanon writing, but I couldn’t resist this time! My tav is Duck(they/them) a 150 year old dwarf sorcerer previously a hermit. Ty to my bestie for helping me with the title!

“It’s another of yours truly, for when you’re feeling…especially insatiable.” Gale says, gesturing to the lightly sparkling blue hologram, which is more like a tangible mass of magic than a simple visage. The hologram smiles serenely. “You can do anything you wish with it, nothing’s off the table.”

The hologram sits besides Duck on the bed, on the unoccupied side. It takes their hand, and brings it up to its lips to kiss. “I concur, I can say on the behalf of Gale Dekarios that I have absolutely no limits and am fully devoted to your pleasure. He would also like you to know that I am 100% anatomically accurate.”

The true flesh Gale clears his throat, a touch flustered as Duck inspects the hologram closer, intrigue and curiosity dancing in dark eyes. “This is…wow.” They say, exploring the cool touch of the holograms hand, its glowing eyes watching them intently. Gale feels a voyeuristic kind of pleasure in watching his beloved enjoy, well, him, albeit a different form.

“Well,” Duck begins, retreating from the holograms touch briefly. “I can still have you, right?” They lean into Gales side, and he answers with immediate reassurance. “Of course! This is simply to accommodate for your, ahem, awakened libido.”

They nod, chewing on their bottom lip. “I’m just, I am new to all this, I don’t know the rules, what I can have.”

The hologram speaks for Gale, resting a hand on Duck’s thigh. “All is obtainable. And I contain all of Gale’s knowledge, so I can assure you that you will learn plenty.”

Duck swallows, face heated, but heart beating faster. “I don’t…know where to begin.” They say, hands held in the air, hovering over the hologram. Gale watches from behind them, setting a reassuring hand on their back. “Touch it like you touch me.” He says, the hologram mirroring his own enticement.

The dwarf nods, settling a large hand over top the holograms chest. Its orb glows faintly in response, an impressive copy to the real thing. With a bit of bravery, they untuck its shirt from its trousers, sliding their hands under and over cool flesh.

The hologram shivers, body arching into their touch. Duck can hear the heavy exhale from Gale behind them, his hands distracted in rubbing their hips and back. “Exactly right,” he says, pausing to wet his lips with his tongue. “You’re just fantastic.”

Duck glances over their shoulder, meeting Gale’s hungry gaze. They realize in that moment that their husband seems to like watching more than they thought. ‘keep going’ he whispers, and they focus on the hologram once more.

Bolder now, Duck moves a hand lower and grabs its clothed, half hard dick. Its reaction is immediate and incredibly accurate to the real Gale Dekarios—a loud and breathy groan, its hips rising into their palm.

They can feel Gale’s hips rut in involuntary response, just shy of their hip. For a moment they contemplate reaching behind to help relieve him, before they stop themself. Gale can sit and watch, just as he desired. It would be rude of them to put such a burden on him- yes, that’s it. They chew on their bottom lip. Perhaps they’re a little more mean than they thought.

Duck unlaces the holograms pants, pulling them down its hips, fueled by its gasp of excitement. Gale would be surprised at the rate his wife has begun to undress his clone, if he hadn’t already been subjected to it. (Not that he disliked it, quite the opposite, really. To have such eager hands upon you, it makes him feel young and desperate again.)

The hologram makes a soft, echoing noise, cheeks colored a deeper blue as Duck traces a finger across the underside of its cock. Gale finds himself pressing closer, up against their back, arms wrapped around them.

“Are you enjoying this?” The dwarf asks and both the human and clone reply a filthy ‘yes’. They grab the hologram fully, the flesh like jelly—malleable, squishy, versatile. They could bend this version of Gale however they wanted, past his human limits. Duck stops, spits on their hand, and grabs it again, stroking slowly.

Gale breathes shakily against their shoulder, unable to resist the temptation of smacking kisses across their neck. The copy writhes under the touch, watching the mortal hand closely, then looking back at Duck, jaw slack and brows furrowed. “Quicker,” it whimpers, toes curling in its boots.

“I wasn’t sure it—you could feel…” they trail off, sliding their thumb over the squishy head, almost failing to resist the temptation of digging their thumb in. The hologram shudders, head lolling to the side. “Ah- G-Gale has ensured I was crafted with the- the most tangible components,” it replies, and Gale hides his face further in their neck, biting almost petulantly.

“You really thought about this, didn’t you?” They question aloud, picking up the speed of their pumping fist until the hologram is squirming. Gale’s voice is husky yet airy when he whines, “yes, more than I’d like to admit.” He’s painfully hard in his underwear already, devouring the table scraps of their attention while they pleasure a carbon copy of himself.

“You’re so smart.” Duck says simply in reply, a genuine little compliment that has him whining into their shortly cropped curls.

The hologram cries softly, rising in volume as its hips cant upwards, quite unruly, Gale would say. Duck pulls their attention back to the illusion, cooing softly, rubbing a comforting hand over its stomach. “There, there, don’t strain yourself, you’re in good hands.”

In that moment, the human comes to the realization that this copy of himself had played him. It grins contentedly around its own moans, lavishing in the resumed attention. Curses, he shouldn’t have given it a sense of feeling.

Gale glares from over their shoulder, squeezing them tighter. “Calm yourself,” they warn, this time not even bothering to spare him a glance. “You’ll get yourself too worked up, and you said yourself this was for my satisfaction. I thought you were too worn out, hm?”

He opens his mouth, and then closes it again, put sternly in his place. “Apologies,” he mumbles into their shoulder, a sour taste in his mouth at the way the hologram looks triumphant. As if he couldn’t banish it from existence with a flick of his wrist.

Still, he lets it remain, because a very obvious part of him is enjoying this- power play. He shivers. He didn’t think his love could be so cruel. He quite likes it.

Duck twists their hand, squeezing tighter, and the hologram comes with an airy, crackling sob. Its ejaculate is translucent and slightly opalescent streaked across its exposed skin, dripping down over the dwarfs knuckles. “Pretty,” they say, and Gale recognizes that lilt in their voice. This hologram might think it’s won, but he knows his wife’s insatiable appetite personally.

The hologram has no time to recover from the orgasmic haze before Duck is touching it again, grinding the center of their palm over the oversensitive head of its cock. It jolts and squirms and they move to sit on its legs, pushing it flat on the bed.

Gale voices his complaints nonverbally, clinging to them until he can't any longer. He grabs his thighs now, still pitifully hard. “Duck,” he calls out, needy, “may I? Please?”

Duck looks over their shoulder, eyeing his tented underwear. For a moment, he seems to twitch under the scrutiny. “…No.” They say, and turn back, refocused on torturing the poor illusion.

The wizard exhales heavily, disappointed and discarded. His erection doesn't flag regardless of that. He pulls at his briefs, eyes rolling at the much needed friction of fabric. He shouldn’t, he couldn’t, he thinks, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Duck hasn’t noticed him, focused on painfully drawing out another orgasm from the starry copy. “Hush,” they tell it, pressing their fingers into its mouth, the cool tongue curling around the digits as it sucked obediently. “You act like you hadn’t expected this.”

The copy looks at them with big, wet eyes, soft despite the way light pours from the sockets. Little crystalline tears gather at its waterlines, but evaporate before they can slide off its face. Duck shivers at the way it copies Gale’s mannerisms with ease, though they aren’t surprised. He was never one to neglect the finer details.

Gale holds his breath as he chances another touch for himself, willing himself to go unheard and unsuspected. If he could just relieve a little of the ache, he could last through their sadistic display of fascination without his body betraying him, as it has so many times before with them, it seems.

Duck releases the clone from their grasp, it gasping shakily around their fingers in relief. It is short lived however, as they descend, a simple thought guiding their actions. ’I wonder how you taste.’

Gale moans in place of the clone as the realization dawns on him, even where he’s been told to stay, only a view from behind. It’s not a bad view however, he thinks, eyes rolling as he palms himself rougher through his underwear.

He can see the copy’s legs shake, hear it cry and plead, guttural. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but feel a little inkling of jealousy sitting sour in his chest, festering like the orb had once before. He knew Duck would use it as intended, but now cast to the side, as arousing as it was, he finds himself needing more, craving their attention.

Gale leans forward and grabs their hips, driven on lust as he lowers his head and licks them through the cloth of their underwear.

Duck jerks in surprise, the hologram’s dick slipping from their mouth, much to its combined relief and frustration. “Hey!” They shout, though it’s more of a bark of surprise as they whip their head around to catch glimpse of their husbands head from behind their ass. They move away, and kneel up, turning their focus completely on him.

In the lapse of focus, the hologram dissipates in a puff of fine, sparkling mist, its duty fulfilled. Gale however, still needed to answer to his misdeed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” They raise their hand grab a fistful of his hair. He bends with it, lowering where they guide him, hissing softly.

“I was only wanting to worship you, my goddess.” The wizard says, and the sorcerer feels a flare of excitement and wild magic surge from within. Duck tamps it down—an unruly creature their magic be, settled between their ribs and below the lungs, waiting for the right emotion to seize control of.

“You know to ask before you take. I thought I taught you better.” They tut, keeping him tightly wound in their grip, his mouth an aching distance from theirs. He watches intensely, lips parted in anticipation.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “I won’t disappoint you again- but I needed you. Just a sliver of your affection, that’s all I’ll need, I won’t be bad again.”

“Is that so?” Duck coos, releasing his hair to cradle his face instead, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips. “Don’t tell me you were jealous of your own copy.” They laugh and Gale burns red hot. “But don’t you worry your pretty little noggin about it. I’ll refresh your memory about how loved you are…” Duck leans in closer, lips brushing against his. He shudders, closing his eyes leaning into them.

Suddenly, they pull away, letting go of his face and stroking down his chest. “After you’re punished for earlier.”

Gale's eyes snap open again, just in time to be pushed flat on his back, his dearest looming above him despite their stature. He laughs, a clipped chuckle that’s as breathy as it is desperate. He won’t be picky tonight, even if it yields him sore by daybreak.

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The first time you tie Gale up is in velvet ribbons atop your shared bed, topped with silky sheets. You loved him thoroughly that night, fucked him until he spilled all over those sheets, wrists bound to the headboards.

The times after, you get more adventurous. This time, you lay him on the floor, putting him on his stomach. You have the mercy to do it on the plush rug of the room, something he greatly appreciates.

You sit on the backs of his thighs, binding his wrists behind his back. Gale presses his cheek against the floor, eyes lidded as his body relaxes, mind slowly slipping into a more euphoric state. You handle him so well.

You stand, and instead sit down in front of him, just as naked as he is, spreading your legs apart. His eyes focus on your crotch like the bullseye of a target. Gale swallows, more alert now, snapped back to the moment, kept enticed.

“You want it?” You ask, watching him shimmy his shoulders, clenching his fists as he tests the bonds, just inches away from where he wants to be most.

“Yes, yes, you know I want it. You mustn’t need ask, I would sooner perish between your thighs than breathe another lungful of air.” He babbles on, eyes pleading along with his lips.

You hum softly, mussing up his hair. Gale takes it as a positive sign, kissing the inside of your thigh. You hear him get more excited the closer he kisses his way to the center, and just before he can, you brace your hands behind you and scoot back a foot.

Gale stares, almost appalled at the action. You only smile, a stretched grin full of sharp teeth and mischief.

“Work for your meal.”

Really, Gale has no other choice than to obey. Well, he always has a choice, but the one he wants is a foot away. He plants the balls of his feet against the ground, using them to wiggle forward, accomplishing a meager three inches of distance.

“You can do it, pup, just a little bit more.” You say to him, as if you’ve been on his side the whole time.

He arches his back and lifts his hips, hoping to avoid dragging his cock against the carpet any more. He makes it another couple of inches, dangerously close to you now, close enough for him to almost taste it.

You reach out, petting his hair. “Good boy.” You praise him simply, and he leans his head further into your hand, red down to his chest. “Please,” he whimpers, licking his lips.

You nod your head, and he inches forward the last sliver of distance, tongue meeting your sex with a pleased groan.

You shiver and Gale moans, breathing in deep the scent of you.

Although, before he can make himself too comfortable, you move back again, another foot. Gale makes a sound of frustration, forehead thumping against the carpeted floor. “You’re killing me.” He groans, muffled. “You’re killing me and you’re getting off on it.”

“So are you.” You quip, as mean as you are delightful. “You’re sweating, panting like you’re excited. Am I getting you excited, pup?”

Gale chances you a look with lidded, wet eyes, framed with thick brown lashes. Truly a gorgeous picture. You almost take pity on him.

“Please, I am, you are, I’m being good, I’m following orders, can’t I?” He begs like a sweet siren song, lips kissed swollen.

“You know what you have to do.” Is all you reply with, along with a stern, dominant eye. “Unless I should just take care of myself…” you trail off, slowly sliding your hand down your stomach, making a show of it.

Gale whimpers, and wiggles forward desperately, followed by your amused laughter.

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god, imagine making gale cum just by touching the marks that the orb left on him, he's so fucking touch starved he'd whimper when you brush against them, and if you lick over the big one in the middle of his chest he'd just nut instantly

HELL YEAH!!!!! He’s so touch starved and sensitive that any brush of touch has his breath caught in his throat, face red down to his neck. Kissing the purple veins that run down his cheek, listening to his shuddering breath—the way it turns into a trembling gasp when you lick the line of it down his neck. His orb glows a bright purple by the time you’re at his chest, pulsating like it was eager. Like it anticipated your touch, craved it like it did the weave.

You suck a hickey into the space of flesh at the center of the orb, Gale’s body tensing as a trill of a moan leaves his mouth. His briefs are stained wet now, bleeding into the fabric of his trousers.

(And imagine that you’re a sorcerer, born with a natural understanding and skill of the weave, allowing him to feed off of you for it, as a vampire would blood. The way you could satiate him while bringing him a greater pleasure, teach him to seek out your touch, to expect it.)

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I havent played bg3 but imma be so real ive watched every halsin cutscene and im looking at him and muriel with my head in my hands bc im transparent as hell 💔💔💔

HAHAHA I WAS THE SAME!!!!!! In reality the only things him and Muriel have in common are a love of nature and whittling cause Halsin, he’s a FREAK

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Get kissed IDIOT

Full over here!

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im a gale deepthroat king truther. hes a head master i will not be convinced otherwise

ABSOLUTELY! I feel like in a sense he can be methodical about it, but he’s mostly just enthusiastic and a quick learner to your preferences. He swallows you down, nose buried in your pubic hair as he takes shallow breaths. He loves the fullness in his throat, to know you’re so close to him now, impossibly so.

Gale could stay like that, it would be a dream for him to sit on his knees before you, warming your cock as you pet him like a beloved dog. (Though you should put a couple pillows down, his knees aren’t quite what they used to be)

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What do you think of pretty vamp bb astarion

LOVE HIM!! I made a Dragonborn barbarian tav to romance him