#gale roleplay

[ask-gale]

"Hello? Is this thing working?"

"This is Tara. Mr. Dekarios is asleep right now. He keeps gushing about how nice everyone in this little magical artifact is, so I thought I'd check it out for myself while he's not around."

Tara inspects the strange magical box with suspicion, trying to figure out how it works.

[itsallturningupparker]

Hey~ here looking for BG3 rpers who are 18+ and open to nsfw rps. (I am 24) - interested heavily in Bloodweave but Im open to the idea of other ships!

I am based on discord and enjoy both literate and semi-lit rping, I enjoy AUs of all kind including things like abo or even just something in canon!

Interact with this post or shoot a dm to itsallturningupparker and Ill get back to you!

[practicedtongue]

Apparently elves are keen on proper courting, so I shall share the poem I wrote for my beloved.

"If love be love be love, let love be love,

Cause I love and I let love.

My love is as the weave,

Always dancing around me.

I want to taste, to feast,

Today, tomorrow,

Until the last pretty shard of

Sparkle is extinguished"

-Gale Dekarios, for my lovely @ask-althaearoserun .

[ask-gale]

"Minthara, I must ask you to not do that... I'll have a talk with Tara about which items are acceptable to give to me and which aren't... But I must ask you to refrain from doing anything to Tara. Thank you."

Cats bring you mice, Tressym bring you trinkets!

[messiahzzz]

[momochanners]

Yes, YES; This one gets it.

[fayeriee]

I love how Astarion’s dialogue on your first long rest changes depending on if you talk to him first, second, (third?), or last.

If you talk to him after already speaking with everyone else he literally says “do you mind? I’m brooding” HE IS SULKING!!! He wants you to pay attention to him and if you don’t he literally pouts

love of my life behaviour

[ask-gale]

Gale, who just overheard the conversation, looks at you in shock.

"You've been doing what now? And here I was thinking I was experiencing memory issues."

He rubs the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh.

"You've had me seriously questioning my own sanity for weeks now, Astarion. I thought I was going insane."

(Insight check: He doesn't want to admit it, but now that he knows what's been happening, he does find it a little funny, but tries to sound stern because he doesn't want to encourage Astarion to keep pranking him.)

Hello, my favorite chaos gremlin. Do you habe a good idea for a harmless prank

A smirk spreads across Astarion's lips, a deep chuckle rumbling from his throat before he speaks.

"I've taken great pleasure on moving around Gale's bookmarks to either a part he hasn't read yet or go back a couple of chapters and just nestle it between the pages. Hearing him mumble about not remembering this part, or a "I could have sworn I read this already," brings me great joy."

[ask-gale]

To all the Tavs suddenly saying I should marry all of you, perhaps you'd like to know that you got competition... I think everyone's favourite vampire spawn @astariondisapproves might have just proposed to me

[girlonfirekatniss]

Like it’s MY fault my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill.

[practicedtongue]

What are your favorite.. “tropes” in the erotica you read?

I'm not so sure I should share these informations on the internet, but I shall entertain you tonight.

I have been particularly enjoying books that involve a lot of edging, overstimulation, and uh.. gods forbid me.. breeding.

[ask-gale]

"I am indeed delighted to make... My (?) acquaintance. I'm certain if the both of us put our most brilliant minds together, we'll be able to achieve great things.

Let us hope that we don't have any more evil versions of ourselves running around out there.

Either way, the pleasure is all mine"

(Ooc: Look guys, it's another Gale! Do stop by and give them some love, yeah? (Note: Love, NOT spider licking! Thank you /lh))

Me rn:

(~ Owner of the other Gale rp blog)

Anyway djsjdjs on behalf of my Gale: "It's a pleasure to meet myself from a parallel universe."

Most Excellent! As you are in fact, myself, I am more than certain you share my feelings of delight in having the opportunity to speak with another me.

I think we shall certainly discover many secrets of the Arcane together, hm?

Let us venture forth, and keep our wits about us for any...Gales with unusual temperament.

I have sometimes pondered on the idea of what a more...evil...Gale of Waterdeep could have achieved...

Alas! We have been blessed by two Gales of equally stunning moral character.

A pleasure again, to make your acquaintance!

[tumbleweed-run]

Request for reader finding some of Gale's erotica and, based off said literature, getting taken in a most ungentlemanly fashion? 👉👈

Oh nonny, I love this idea terribly! Conveniently this also fits for today's kinktober theme.

A Novel Idea

(18+, Explicit)

You hadn’t lived in Waterdeep long, but it didn’t take long to realize wandering about the Dock Ward at night wasn’t your best idea. Tonight ‘night’ seemed like an understatement, even the moon and stars had retreated behind heavy clouds. You relied solely on the lights streaming from various taverns and home windows to keep your path.

You weren’t far from home when the hairs on your neck stood on end. Someone was following you. Pulling up the hood on your cloak, you quickened your pace, not to an outright run but enough that it might make a difference. You thought it did. Thought it would. 

You’d been wrong before. 

It wasn’t so much a push as it was being barreled into and shoved down an alley. You dig your feet in trying to slow the momentum of your body but to no avail. The brick wall before you was as unforgiving as the force at your back as you’re pressed into it. 

“Well, well, there aren’t many brave enough to be wandering around here in the dark,” a voice hums into your ear. 

“Brave is just one of the many things I am,” you bite back trying to gain purchase on the wall before you, trying to push back. 

The body that flattens against you is larger than your own. It pins you against the brick, you’re unable to get your arms underneath you. You still your struggles, no use in wasting your energy. 

“I’ll leave you be if you’ll be so kind as to hand me your coin purse,” He’s not moving now, just pinning you to the wall with his body. 

Gale is staring at you with a look of shock. The book (his book might you add) is held loosely in his hand. 

“You, want this?” He asks again gesturing at you with the book now.

You nodded, lip worried between your teeth. You hadn’t meant to bring it up, at least not without a solid plan. But he’d teased you for how your cheeks had heated as you read a particularly scandalous part of that very same novel. 

Gale’s eyes go distant, and you’re convinced he’ll tell you no, that this is beyond his willingness to indulge you in your fantasies. You wait him out, though, let him come to his conclusion on his own. 

“I won't hurt you,” he says finally.

It’s not a no, so you take your chance. “Of course not, and neither does he… not really,” you remind him. The villain turned seducer in the story had only frightened his maiden, never truly hurt her. 

“We’ll need some way for you to tell me you’re done,” Gale admits, still not meeting your gaze. 

It’s your turn to be hesitant now. “Gale, if this isn’t something you want. Say it and I swear I’ll never bring it up again,” you promise grabbing for his hand. 

He laces his fingers through yours and finally looks at you. “As strange as it is, I must admit I can see the appeal.” The words are spoken low, as if he’s revealing a secret to you. 

He might as well be. 

“If I give you my coin purse, or even mention coins that will be my cue that I want it to end.” You assure him. 

“You promise?” he squeezes your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

“Yes,” you grin.

“No,” you growl.

You begin trying to twist your body away from him once more but he simply leans into you. It’s taken almost no effort for him to subdue you. You swallow harshly against that realization. 

The lips are back at your ear. “If not your coin then, my lady, I shall have to take something.”

“I have nothing else for you.” You’d meant to sound defiant, strong, but instead the works came out half-whispered. 

He chuckles and then shifts so his weight is off of you, not gone though. He’s caging you in still with his arms and his body at your back. One of those arms moves now and skillfully undoes the broach holding your cloak closed. 

You shiver as the material falls to your feet, the cool night air already pushing in through your clothes. 

“I think you have plenty for me.” His lips are so close to your neck that you can feel them brush your skin as he speaks. 

His hand returns, resting atop your collarbone. Not quite at your neck but there, like a warning. You swallow harshly once again. 

“Perhaps that’s what you want,” he say mockingly, finally letting his lips drop to your neck with a kiss. 

His hand trails lower on your chest until he’s cupping your breast through your shirt. The fabric seems impossibly thinner now than it had less than an hour ago. 

“After all what lady goes walking alone at this hour except those looking for trouble,” he continues. His fingers are seeking out your nipple now with teasing brushes against it. 

The kisses he’s pressing against your neck will certainly bruise by morning but you can’t help but to arch your neck more. 

He pinches your nipple and you whimper. He chuckles against your neck.

His hand shifts, seeking your other breast. His thumb brushes up against your already hard nipple. He pinches it again without warning. This time when you moan you can’t help but roll your hips back into him. He’s hard against your ass. 

“So that is what you were after,” he’s teasing again, both with his words and his fingers. “Willing to risk your life just to be touched.”

“No,” you argue, “I was just going home.”

“With no protection? No strong husband to keep you safe?”  His hand abandons your breast to begin a decent downward. 

His hips are grinding against you freely now and you can feel just how hard he is with each roll. You bite your lip to hold back another whimper. He chooses this moment to gather your skirt in his fist and press it between your legs. With another roll of his hips he sends you grinding against the fabric, sweet friction against your already throbbing clit. 

“No,” it’s less of a word and more of a moan. You shake your head, hair undoubtedly smacking his face. “No husband, I can protect myself.”

“Perhaps you can,” he groans against your skin, “but this situation tells me otherwise.” 

He’s still thrusting against you, forcing you to grind against his hand and the fabric balled inside of it. You’re up on your tiptoes now trying to change the angle, unabashedly seeking more friction. 

“You can’t have it both ways, my lady. You can’t both be on an innocent evening stroll and able to protect yourself, given the position I have you in,” he reminds you of exactly what positon he’s talking about with another firm roll of his hips. 

Before you can argue against his words he’s begun hiking the skirt of your dress up until he can slide his hand beneath it. His fingers, cooled by the night air, immediately seek out your cunt. You cry out as he slips them between your folds to press firmly against your clit, the cool air a shock to your nerves. 

“There’s no denying this,” he teases, fingers rubbing against you. The wet sounds betraying whatever words you’d meant to say. “Admit it,” he growls lips pressed to your ear. 

“Please,” you whimper, hips chasing after his touch.

You almost lose balance and crash forward into the wall but his other arm comes around your waist to catch you. 

“Admit it,” he says again fingers now touching everywhere but where you want them. 

“I want you,” you admit but it’s apparently not what he’s looking for because he still refuses to touch you. “Please,” you cry out, “I want you to fuck me.”

“That's not so hard, is it,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

His fingers leave you even though you’ve said what he wanted to hear. Before you can morn their loss the arm around your waist lifts you into the air a second before swinging you down towards the ground. You’re forced to brace your arms out in front of you as you make contact roughly with the alley floor. 

“Ow,” You cry out despite not meaning to, there will be scrapes on your palms now. 

Just as quickly as you’d been tossed to the floor you’re lifted up onto your knees again, back against his chest. Somehow he’d knelt with you. 

“All you have to do is give me your coin,” he reminds you, “and I’ll leave. No harm done to you or your reputation.”

You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t give it to you.”

You barely feel his lips against the side of your head before he’s pushing you back down onto your hands. 

He flips up your skirt, exposing you to the alley and the night air. You’re not sure which one makes you shiver more. He runs his hands down your ass to your thighs before spreading the lips of your cunt with his thumbs. You only realize you’re shaking when he presses one of those thumbs inside you. 

You fight the urge to press back into it. 

He slicks his thumb back out and runs it up and down until he bumps into your clit. You whimper and aren’t able to keep your body from chasing after his touch. His hands leave you then but you hear the sounds of his pants being undone. 

“Such a pretty thing,” he says reverently and then you feel the warmth of his cock resting against your entrance, “waiting to be taken in an alley like a whore.”

“Please,” you whine trying to push back onto him. 

He won't let you and instead leans away to keep you from touching him. You cry out in frustration, head dropping down. 

Suddenly there’s a hand tangled through your hair, drawing your head back up. Its a firm tug but only painful if you resist. And you do, but only for a moment before allowing him to pull you so you’re forced to look ahead. Forcing you to look around at the barely visible alley around you. 

Only then does it press into you. There’s no teasing now, no waiting, no soft touches. He thrusts into you until you’re pressed back against his hips. Your cunt flutters around him at the sudden intrusion. It's a stinging sensation, not pleasurable really, but you don’t mind because he’s finally inside of you. 

He sits that way for a few heartbeats before drawing out only to thrust back in against. It’s a firm rhythm he finds, hand still woven in your hair to keep you from drifting away with each thrust. You can feel small stones biting into your knees, undoubtedly they’ll be bruised and bloody by the time he’s finished. 

He begins grunting with each thrust and you realize he’s getting close. 

Your hair is released without warning and you can barely stop it from falling forward. 

“Touch yourself,” he orders, both hands grabbing your hips, “I want you to come on my cock in this alley.”

You find yourself only too eager to obey. Fingers finding a rhythm that matches the near brutal pace he’s now fucking into you. You’re so close you can’t breathe. The grip on your hips becomes almost painful. 

“I need you to come,” he growls, fingertips digging into your flesh. 

And you do with a cry. Hips slamming back to meet his so the only thing you can hear aside from your own cries is the sound of your skin slapping against one another. He grunts as he comes, pulling you back against him so you can’t move away as he spills inside of you. 

You remain like that until your heartbeat has approached a more normal rhythm. As he slides out of you he pulls you back onto his lap. Hands smoothing out your skirts so you’re hidden once more from the night.

“My mad, beautiful, love,” Gale whispers pressing kisses against the side of your head. 

You laugh as you lean into his kisses. After a moment you’re shifted onto the ground once more, but so much gentler this time you feel your heart near bursting. 

With a groan that you absolutely don’t grin at, Gale stands and tucks himself back into his pants. But before you can even think of trying to join him he’s lifted you into his arms, one hand producing your long-forgotten cloak. 

You drop the cloak into your lap before draping your arms around his neck. “My noble wizard,” you mumble against his lips before pressing a kiss to them. 

He leads you further into the alley and to a door hidden deep in shadows. As he pushes it open, you realize this is the alley alongside your own home. The door swings open into your warmly lit kitchen, the smell of dinner from earlier still lingering heavily in the room. 

You bury your face in Gale’s neck to hide the smile painted across your lips. 

[henious]

no post, just me begging people to roleplay bg3 with me so i can romance gale again

(memes to entice the hoes & roleplay info )

[ogyscrypt]

Testing Gale’s Patience and Getting Punished for it And a Fortuitous Fandom Friday to you all, Darlings!

Have you ever wanted to put the Wizard of Waterdeep’s imagination – and skill – to the test?

Full Audio can be found here: Testing Gale’s Patience and Getting Punished for it

The Wizard is several things, as far as you're concerned. A know-it-all, smarmy, possessed of a slippery charisma and a disarming smile. Behind that though, he's delicious. And soon, he'll be yours.

Gale Dekarios is unaware of your intentions, or so you believe. But you know he takes a moment to himself, every day, privately. It's obvious enough what he's doing, so all you need do is interrupt and... offer to take over.

What could be simpler?

Check all the tags before diving in: [M4F] Testing Gale's Patience, and Being Punished for It [Chains] [Switch] [MSub] to [MDom] [Handjob] [Stroking] [Chaining you down] [Breeding] [Nervous to eager] subtle [Consent checks] [Awkward but confident] [Baldur's Gate 3] [Gale] [Mage hand] [Magic used sexily] [Explaining why it feels good]

[ask-gale]

Gale had started to become worried for Althaea hours ago. He was close to going out into the woods and look for her himself. Now that he sees her approach, he feels a rush of relief.

"There you are! I was getting worried... I had half a mind to come looking for you, you know?"

He gets up and approaches her to greet her, taking note of the little bundle she's carrying.

"What's that you're carrying?"

[Open Roleplay Starter]

It’s been a while since you last saw Althaea, you realize. This morning she had said she needed to find something in the forest, and that she would be back in an hour or two, but now the sun was slowly settling behind the horizon, and you were growing worried. Though, as if on cue, you saw her approaching camp with something nestled in her arms. Whatever it was, it was covered in a light pink blanket with infernal writing near the hem of it.

Tagging: @astariondisapproves @askastarion @oakfathers-embrace @ask-thebladeoffrontiers @ask-karlachbear @askgale @ask-gale in case any of you guys want to do this, no pressure though obviously