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Druid Halsin

Tired, filthy and had enough.

Amazing capture by @alphagravy, my edits and alterations in photoshop.

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Ceslu x #idgaf-ism in “The Gunpowder Plot” — The Borgias

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—“Cesare!”

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BG3 Halsin Silverbough

"I've been unfair to you."

My photo edited shot.

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Can I get a uhhhhhh old man Gale pretty please?

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Gale bordering on a silver fox coming right up.

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Good morning sleepyhead~

IM BACK FROM MY 2ND HAITUS WHATS UPPPP

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though I still love Chronicles of Narnia the older I get and the more I learn the clearer it becomes to me why it would have driven Tolkien completely insane

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Reader x Halsin –

Buried In You

Unaccustomed as I am to writing reader-insert smut (my focus tends to lean toward more emotionally nuanced intimacy ^^), this is something of an experiment - I hope it lands.

Link to Ao3

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– Buried in You –

There’s something ancient in the way Halsin touches you – not practiced, not polished, but instinctive, like moss growing toward light or rivers carving stone. His hands roam your skin with reverence and hunger braided together, calloused palms spreading heat along your thighs as he guides you into his lap like a blessing he’s waited seasons to receive.

You straddle his hips, and when you reach between your bodies to guide him to your entrance, his breath catches – a sharp inhale, like the first time he breathed forest air after captivity.

“You’re sure?” he asks, voice deep and tight with restraint.

You answer by sinking down on him.

The stretch steals your breath – slow, thick, endless. He fills you inch by inch, the way roots claim the soil, until you’re seated fully, hips flush, stuffed full of him. Halsin groans beneath you, head falling back against the bedroll, jaw clenched, golden eyes fluttering shut.

“Gods, you’re–” He shudders. “You feel like the forest itself. Hot. Wet. Alive.”

You stay there a moment, impaled and trembling slightly from the sheer fullness of him. He’s so deep it borders on overwhelming – not painful, but intense, grounding. You feel stretched open, not just physically, but claimed. His hands find your waist, holding you still as he breathes through it.

“Look at how well you take me,” he says, voice a growl now, roughened by arousal. “Like you were carved to fit me.”

You begin to move – slow circles of your hips, grinding instead of bouncing, letting him drag along your walls with every pass. Halsin’s grip tightens. His cock pulses inside you. He’s losing composure by degrees, undone not by roughness but by the softness of it – the intimacy. The unbearable pleasure of being inside you and watching you take him.

Every thrust is a low, drawn-out stroke that has your cunt fluttering around him. You’re soaked, every motion squelching softly between your thighs. He slides in deep, kisses your cervix, and you gasp –sharp and helpless. Halsin’s voice breaks.

“Oh, love,” he moans. “You feel like the first bloom after frost. Like spring come too early.”

The words break something in you.

You ride him harder, chasing the rhythm that makes your vision blur –and he meets you, hips snapping up to bury himself deeper, each stroke slapping wetly as arousal coats your thighs. His praise comes fast now, unfiltered:

“Perfect. So tight. So good for me – gods, you’re drawing everything out of me–”

You clamp down around him, and he knows.

His hands shoot to your hips, slamming you down onto him, and he buries himself to the hilt with a ragged groan. His cock throbs inside you as he comes, heat spilling deep, thick, warm – filling you in waves that pulse through his whole body.

He doesn’t pull out.

You stay locked together, chest to chest, your cunt still fluttering from aftershocks as his cum seeps from around his cock. Halsin cradles your face, kisses your temple, still buried in you.

“I’m not done with you,” he whispers against your skin. “Not until I’ve filled you again. And again.”

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the best woman in the world and some guy

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Comission

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art by Daniel Valaisis.

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Oakfather preserve you, child.

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Sketch from a favorite screenshot from The Witcher 2 <3

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my parents

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This is the part I drew in the relay game played with friends😌