#Gale/tav

[grymghoul]

GALE was the vocal one during sex. He was helpless and mewing half the time. His hands pawing and clawing at your hips with his head thrown back. He tried to watch you ask much as he could, but his eyes would slip shut. Especially when you anchored your hands on his chest to give yourself a better angle, to have more leverage. He was a mess of moans and panting out your name like a prayer. Every few rolls and snaps of your hips he'd groan and whine, a soft noise, quiet, deep from his chest.

"That's it- God's, that's lovely. You're wonderful at this, are you- ah-" A sharp moan left him, his hands gripping the meat of your ass. He kneaded it, using it to help you fuck him just the way he liked. "I worry I might not survive this.." He swallowed hard, choking back a pathetic whine. "My love.. You're a delight-"

He couldn't help it. You sounded like an animal, your keening moans and open mouth cries. You had made his dick creamy, like a crown at the base. His pubes sticky, navel tacky. You'd come once or twice on his cock. He loved that. He loved feeling those pillowy walls clench around him, trying to milk him for everything he had and more.

"I can't last- not like this-" His hands shook. He was tempted to pull you off of him, so he could have a breather. He was no stranger to edging, you found this wildly hot. How he'd force himself to pull out, panting against your neck in between mouth mouthed kisses on your neck.

Instead, he rolled you over, your legs hooked around his waist from the position change. He pressed your thighs to your chest, angling them apart. He pistoned into with abandon, the wet slaps mixed with your combined moans was a symphony of sin. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes barely open.

"Look at me. Please." He was barely able to get the words out. His chest tight from the gasps for air, it was like your hot cunt squeezed the air from his lungs. You couldn't deny your wizard what he wanted, such a simple request. When your eyes met, one hand left your thigh to hold your cheek. "Hello, my love.." His words soft and sweet. So sweet. It went straight to your pussy. She was battered by all the attention he'd given her. It was all too much, he was pounding all rationality from you. The waves of another orgasm threatened to crash over you and sweep you away. Gale knew this. From the beginning he was so in tune with what your body was doing.

He used his shoulders to keep your legs pinned, his now free hand dropping down to circle your clit with precision. He felt the grip on his hair tighten, nails raking his back. "That's it, my sweet. Absolutely divine. Like you're a gift from the gods themselves.."

His hips stuttered, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched him. "Gods above and below.." He buried himself one last time, staying in place as he spilled himself deep inside. His legs trembled as his seed coated your walls. he didn't pull out right away, his face resting into your neck, breath wavering.

His cum oozed out in thick gobs with every twitch and flutter from both of you, ruining the sheets.

[kudzuoath]

this post Inspired me to draw this. Because Temperance (and all the Gale-mancing Tav's, I'm sure) just wants to let this man to know he's loved and valued and goddamn it hand kisses are high romance and the kind of kiss I'm capable of drawing

(if you saw a different version of this a second ago, i realized the last 'panel' was off and quickly reposted)

[backfliips]

Some more bg3 commissions I've done recently!!

[coyoats]

Why is she like that

[sun-marie]

A moment, some point in late Act 2

(based off the Patch 4 notes mentioning we can now wash the dirt off our companions 💜)

[weatherbane]

sketch comm for @ilibra !

[gale-dekarios]

i personally HC gale's bodytype as Recently Skinny. in the way where you lose a lot of weight in a short space of time, so you end up looking a little haunted, a little sickly, a little grey, the skin just a bit looser than usual. i just dont think gale took care of himself properly during his year of isolation, and the weight, both from that, and probably also from stress, just fell off him really quickly.

now POST-game gale, provided he stays alive and stays human? now THAT gale has chunk. most grabbable man in faerûn. especially when romanced, he's indulging with his partner in this, that, the next thing. complicated, high fat, high protein dishes he spends all day preparing. full-bodied wines and spirits to sip on as you watch the sun set together on his balcony. he seems like a chocolate dipping kind of guy. strawberries being the classic, ofc. he's the type of guy to wiggle his fingers and say 'dont mind if i do' when you offer him something sweet. he spent so long in isolation, he's spending the rest of his life making sure you're both indulged in every pleasure life has to offer.

his cheeks fill, his skin looks brighter, his hair shines, the looser skin from rapid weight loss filling back out over time. you know his mother's thrilled.

[space-blue]

BG3 Fic Feb Comic Edition day 27 :

Chose any scene and rewrite it with your headacnon.

In which Mystra catches some hands

[riense]

Day 21 | The Weave

“It's like music, poetry, physical beauty all rolled into one and given expression through the senses”

Would you like to experience this?

[dragonagitator]

Tara interrogating our Tavs about our intentions towards Gale and insinuating that we'll meet a terrible end if we ever hurt him and we're just sitting there thinking "I am receiving the Shovel Talk from a flying cat, what even is my life now."

[astarfruity]

Commission for sanchezlucienmd (twitter) She wanted Gale yapping and their Tav looking in love and I was happy to give in to that request! ▶ Waitlist for my commissions is open, feel free to dm me ❤

[grymghoul]

GALE eats you out so good. He's devouring you. Nose brushing your clit levels of buried in your pussy. He's moaning and humming, like it's just as pleasurable to him as it is you. You'd think he'd be quite, because his mouth is full, but every opportunity he has to breathe, he uses it to speak lavish praises. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread, relishing in the way the muscle twitched under his palms. As much as he loved having his head caged between your legs, he wanted you open. You were louder like that. He was always desperate for your praise and you never let him go without when he was doing this. A hand gripping his hair, keeping it from falling in his face. He let your hips chase his mouth when he'd pull away for air. He loved hearing you say he was the best. That he was so good. That no one does it like this, that it's literally impossible for someone to be better. He'd gladly lap at you as long as you said things like that. His hips rolling into the mattress, gaining infuriating relief. Not enough to make himself feel better, it'd make the ache rise and fall with each time he'd grind against the mattress. His breaths hot and heavy against your cunt. Loud whines and whimpers before he'd snap out of it, going right back to his task. He loved how you came on his face. How you stuck to his beard and his senses taken up by you.

[kudzuoath]

In my save file I got Gale's horny-after-battle conversation immediately after reviving him from unconsciousness. It adds a certain flavor that this is the first thing he says after being knocked out cold.

(yet another thing I might render some day)

[backfliips]

some bg3 couple commissions ive done recently teehee

[scampdoodle]

Sweet and gentle

[sun-marie]

Lace your heart with mine, let your sleeping soul take flight