#virgin gale

[avonne-writes]

What if gale was a virgin but not for lack of trying. He only ever tried to have sex with women but it just never felt right for him so he never actually did it. But then he met bucky and suddenly he felt this strong desire for him. So the first time they had sex, gale's mind was blown by how good it was and was ready to go again not long after they were done

Hmm okay, but since I'm a fan of realistically fumbly smut, how about we give it a twist and say:

Bucky thinks he did horribly so he lies on his back, a hand over his eyes, unaware that Gale is grinning at the ceiling beside him.

You see, Bucky had a big mouth and had promised Gale all sorts of debauchery before they even made it to the bed. He kept up the dirty talk until he got Gale naked, then he forgot how to speak.

But, as inexperienced as Gale is, some of the acts Bucky described were only vague ideas in his mind. Bucky, on the other hand, knows them all, as well as how good they feel.

Basically, Bucky got himself so keyed up that he was ready to blow the moment their pants came off.

Consequently, he only managed a few thrusts OR they didn't even make it to penetrative sex before he came. He had never been more embarrassed in his life, but Gale didn’t notice that anything was amiss.

So, here they are now, after Bucky's fail. He risks a glance at Gale and Gale looks at him with joy-bright eyes and a smile.

"That was amazing." He says breathlessly, kisses Bucky again and strokes his chest. "Can we do it again?"

His enthusiasm makes Bucky grin, then laugh, and he rolls them over to bracket Gale's head with his forearms. Gale looks up at him with an open expression, excited. "Can I tell you something wild, doll?" Bucky asks.

Gale looks away to the side, then back to Bucky's eyes. "Is this about what you wanted to do with your tongue? Because I, uh..." He clears his throat. "If you want to do it, I'll let you."

Bucky feels the heat rise to his cheeks and he starts hardening again. "No." He bites his lip in a cheeky smile. "Just wanted to promise you something - and I can say this with confidence. It’s only gonna get better."

When Gale gapes at him, he laughs and kisses Gale on the lips. This promise, Bucky makes sure to keep.

[tumbleweed-run]

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(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 7: virginity

“There you are, I was wondering if you’d changed your mind,” Gale tried to make sound light, a little joke between the two of you but you could hear the undercurrent of tension in his words. 

“I’m sorry,” you said earnestly, letting your hand rest on his shoulder as you sat. “I got caught up asking Wyll something.”

That was a lie, and one you felt a little guilty telling him, but the real reason you were delayed was a bit more embarrassing. You’d been sitting by the fire going over conversations in your head. Or rather, how to have a very specific conversation. One you still weren’t exactly sure how to approach. 

The truth of the matter was, physically you were a virgin. Even though you’d had mind-blowing, life-changing, astral sex with Gale just before fighting Ketheric your body was still very much the virgin it had been before that night. 

Gale, of course, didn’t know that fact. It wasn’t something you advertised to potential suitors. 

It wasn’t that you were some prudish untouchable. You’d had your fair share of odd groping as a teen (and adult) and were intimately familiar with your own body. You’d just never had actual sex using your body. 

That was an odd distinction to have to make.

You weren’t ashamed of it, it was just something that didn’t happen. Some people never had the opportunity to try certain foods or go certain places, you’d never had the opportunity to have sex. Or rather, you had the chance a few times, but the partners were decidedly less than ideal. 

You realized that keeping this fact from Gale was becoming increasingly like keeping a secret. You needed to tell him, and you needed to do it before he decided to take advantage of the relative quiet of the journey from the Shadowlands to Baldur’s Gate. 

“You seem quiet,” Gale prodded, bumping his shoulder into yours. 

“A lot on my mind,” you admitted vaguely. You bumped your shoulder into his but stayed there, leaning into his warmth. 

Gale hummed in agreement. “It’s odd this calm before the proverbial storm.” 

You felt him press a kiss into your hair. 

“I need to tell you something, but you can’t make a big deal about it,” you said eventually after allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of the moment. 

You felt Gale’s body stiffen, no doubt anticipating the worst kind of confession. Though at this point you weren’t sure what Gale would consider the the worst.

“Alright, I’m intrigued,” He said very neutrally. 

You took a deep breath and sat up right, giving yourself the space for this. “Just to be clear, that night, our bodies weren’t actually… involved.” You were hopeful maybe you were wrong and you’d just missed all the awkwardness because you’re mind was literally somewhere else. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Gale’s head cock to the side. “Ah no, they weren’t,” he agreed, unknowingly dashing your hopes, “it looks a bit strange to an outsider, I admit, but alas our corporeal selves were exactly where we left them.”

“Why?” He tacked on after a pause. 

“Well, that would mean that I’m still technically a virgin.” You made your admission rather quickly, words bumping into one another as you spat it out, hoping to get this odd conversation out of the way. 

Gale was unusually quiet and when you finally turned your head to look at him you saw about a thousand emotions cross his face. 

“You’re a…” he trailed off.

You waited.

“Virgin?” his voice had risen almost comically. 

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“But you’re-”

“Yes, I know how old I am,” you interrupted rolling your eyes at him. 

“You mean you’ve never…?” Another incomplete sentence from your usually verbose wizard. 

“That would be what that means, yes,” you confirmed… again. 

You sighed and turned your body so you could look at Gale easily. “It’s not that I’m some innocent. I’ve had the odd kissing session in a dark room, its just never gone any farther. Not to mention I’m concerningly familiar with my own hand and also that one odd pillow in my…”

You trailed off as you watched Gale’s eyes darken. He cleared his throat and shifted. Idly you wondered which of those revelations had affected him so.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounded almost hurt. 

“It never came up,” you admitted, “first, you were at risk of blowing us all up and then we ended up having sex astrally. I would have told you if we’d been… physically involved,” you assured him, fighting with yourself as to how exactly word things. 

Gale seemed to absorb this information with acceptance. “Well I guess that means my plans for tonight are off the table.”

“What? Why?” You sounded genuinely alarmed, surprising even yourself. 

Gale smiled a small, exasperated thing. “My love, I can’t have you bedded properly for the first time in some wood in the middle of nowhere.”

“You absolutely can,” you insisted.

He chuckled and took your hand. Normally you would have seen a similar move as patronizing but there was nothing but love and adoration shining from Gale’s eyes. “We can be together astrally, again.”

“No,” you huffed pulling your hand away, growing frustrated. This wasn’t why you’d told him. “I want you,” you insisted, “I want you, for real. Here.”

Gale shook his head again, “but you deserve-”

“Gale,” you moved up onto your knees so you could hold his face between your hands, “this is about what I want. And what I want is your actual physical cock inside of me, here in this clearing. Tonight, preferably.”

Whatever Gale had been expecting, that confession wasn’t it. His mouth dropped open. 

“Are you sure?” He asked eventually. 

You nodded, vigorously, “yes.”

“Then I will give you what you want.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. Gale gathered an arm around your waist and laid backward, pulling you with him. You laid across his chest, eagerly allowing yourself to get lost in kissing him. 

You shifted, slotting your body between his legs. Gale groaned when your thighs brushed against his cock, already half-hard. Taking advantage, you pressed your tongue between his lips. His hands slid down your back to your ass, cupping it he pulled you up and closer. 

��How many young lads did you lead into dark corners, only to leave them with their hopes dashed?” Gale teased when you two finally separated for air. 

You laughed. “I never said I left them unfulfilled.”

Gale shook his head with an amused smile. “I assure you every lad who left without bedding you was unfulfilled in some regard.”

“I think,” you smoothed a hand against his chest, “you think too highly of me.”

“Not possible,” Gale reassured. His expression changed as you watched, from playful to something more sincere. 

“What have you done with others?” He asked all of a sudden. 

Now, you felt you might be a little offended. “Gale, I wasn’t saying that-”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I don’t care if you’ve had a thousand cocks in your mouth. Confused, perhaps, but I want to know specifically what has been done to you that hasn’t come from your own hand… or pillow I suppose.”

“Oh,” you felt a little sheepish now.

With out warning his hands slid to your thighs and he lifted you, pulling your legs apart, forcing you to straddle him. You could feel his cock pressing against your core. You fought down the urge to grind against it. 

“Has anyone ever made you come with their mouth?” Gale asked then.

You shook your head, a warmth crawling down your neck at the thought. 

“Their fingers?” He continued. 

Again, you shook your head. “Twice I've had someone’s hand down my pants,” you admitted, “but it was awkward and they never really did much.”

“Maybe you’re lucky,” Gale mused, “boys tend not to think beyond their own needs.”

“And men are any different?” You challenged. 

Gale’s eyes darkened as he looked at you now. “Not all, but this one, yes. Your needs are mine.” He rolled his hips up then, grinding his cock against you. 

“Oh,” the sound felt like it was punched out of you. Happily, you rocked your hips back down against him. 

Gale’s hands went to your hips, holding you from doing anything further. You tried to roll them again and frowned when he wouldn’t let you. 

“I promise I will pay as much attention to your pretty cunt as you can stand,” he started, “but I need you to promise you’ll stop me if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

There was an edge to his final words, and you knew anything less than an agreement that he’d leave you untouched. 

“I promise,” you repeated. 

“Good girl,” He rewarded, his words shooting straight to your core. You absolutely did not look at him in an attempt to hide that knowledge from him. His chuckle let you know it had been unsuccessful. 

He released your hips and you ground down on him once more. 

In a testament to Gale’s self-control, or perhaps his determination, his hands moved to the ties of your trousers. When he’d finished opening them, he rolled you both so he was above you. He sat back on his legs and slid backward before working to shimmy your bottoms off before discarding them in a pile nearby.

He gently pushed your legs and you laid back, allowing him to bend your knees. He gently pushed at them so they dropped to the side. You shivered both from the complete exposure of the position he’d put you in and also from missing his warmth on you. 

“Fingers or mouth?” Gale asked, hands sliding down your thighs, ever closer to where you truly wanted them. 

“I believe I said cock,” you retorted. 

A light pinch was delivered to your thigh and you jumped, startled but not actually in pain. “Soon,” Gale promised, “for now, though, those are your options.”

“Mouth,” you answered with almost no hesitation.

Above you, Gale smiled, apparently pleased with your answer. “Do you want anything? A pillow,” he asked rather than doing what you’d asked for. 

“I want,” you answered a bit snappier than you’d meant, “for you to touch me.”

“Some day, I will have you without risk of interruption.” Gale wasn’t really talking to you it seemed. Still, you wondered what he meant by that. You hoped something wicked. 

All thoughts left your mind when you felt his fingers spread you open even further. You were about to remind him you’d said mouth, unable to resist the urge to push against whatever side of him you were seeing, when you felt his breath hot against you. That urge fled, just as quickly as your thoughts. 

You cried out when he swiped his tongue between your folds. Quickly you pulled your arm across your mouth, aware the camp wasn’t too far off. Gale didn’t seem at all concerned though as he began tracing maddening paths with the tip of his tongue. 

Somehow he was touching you where you wanted and yet seeming to avoid it all together. A growl ripped out of you in frustration and you tried to slide down closer to his mouth. An arm flew across your hips quickly, preventing you from moving anywhere. You were about to say something, beg even, when his tongue finally found your clit. You cried out, free hand threading itself in Gale’s hair. If you couldn’t move closer to him, you could at least pin him to you. He didn’t seem too bothered by this thought, tracing his tongue down you again, this time pressing it inside of you. 

“Shit,” you cursed hips ineffectively trying to grind down again. 

Gale, in some act of benevolence or maybe because he was enjoying your reactions, move his arm from across your hips. He instead pushed his hand under your ass forcing you to tilt your hips up towards him. He moved his attention back to your clit. You felt the walls of your pussy begin pulsing around nothing and you whimpered.

“Fingers,” you gasped, pulling your arm from your face. 

Gale either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you. A few more seconds of attention to your clit and then his teeth gently nipped against it. 

“Fuck,” you cried out as your orgasm hit, once again pulling Gale against you. You couldn’t help but shamelessly grind against his face as you came. 

He stayed there, tongue licking broad stripes up and down your center until you stilled. Only then did he gently disentangle your hands from his hair and sit up.

He knelt between your still-spread legs, a hand gently cupping your cunt. He was watching you closely, pleased with whatever he saw he gently began kneading against you. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You asked unable to help the way your hips chase up at the contact. 

He shook his head. Briefly, you were mesmerized by the way his beard, glistening with your wetness, reflected the light. 

“Why not?” You whined, which wasn’t exactly how you’d meant to say that. 

Gale chuckled before leaning over you to press a kiss on your lips. You could smell yourself on him, taste it even when he pulled away. Far from being turned off by that fact you found yourself wanting to kiss him again. 

“Fingers, first,” he said and demonstratively slipped a finger beneath your folds to press against your entrance. 

He easily pressed the finger into you, finding no resistance when he did. Gently he began pressing it in and out, every time he ground the heel of his palm against your clit until your hips were rolling with his movement. 

His eyes never left your face when he began pressing a second finger into you. You nodded, trying to pull them deeper but he only continued pressing the new digit into at a slow pace. 

“Gods,” you moaned when his fingers were pressed into you completely. 

“Not quite,” he answered with a wry smile. 

You were quickly distracted when you realized he was refusing to move his fingers in you. He was just grinding his hand to your clit, and while it felt amazing it wasn’t what you wanted. 

“Gale,” you whined rolling your hips in an effort to get some movement inside of you. 

That was his aim, apparently. Gale held his hand still and allowed you to fuck yourself on his fingers. You grew brazen, chasing after the grinding sensation as well with a roll of your hips. He watched you with a scrutiny that had your body flushing. Gradually you realized he had begun gently scissoring his fingers inside of you, pressing you open wider each time you pulled away from them. 

His fingers were thick and you felt yourself clench around them at the thought of what he’d (hopefully) be replacing them with. You realized, in a passing thought, that you’d struggle to watch his spell casting in a normal way ever again. 

You felt another orgasm building and with great effort stilled your own hips. 

“Please,” you groaned out, “I want you inside me. Please, I’m ready,” you were shamelessly begging. 

“Yes,” Gale agreed before finally thrust his fingers in and out of you a few times and then with drawing them entirely. 

He was quick about removing his own trousers. His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach, in the moonlight you could make out a bead of precum on the tip.

Your mouth watered. 

Gale didn’t allow your thought to wander any further before settling between your legs. One hand hooked around the back of a thigh and hiked up your leg against him. 

“Tell me if this hurts, despite what you’ve heard it doesn’t have to,” he said leaning over you, bracing himself with his free arm. 

You would rather die, you realized as you nodded a lie to him. 

The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, but he didn’t move any further. It appeared he’d also put you in a position where he could keep you from pushing down on it. You wondered if it was forethought or simply a coincidence. 

When he pressed inside your head collapsed fully against the ground. He was certainly bigger than anything that had been inside you before, his thick fingers included. Painstakingly Gale began pressing into you. His movements were slow and controlled, making sure to keep you immobile. The sensation was uncomfortable but not painful as he stretched you even further. 

You couldn’t help but be grateful, now, for his refusal to fuck you immediately.

When he bottomed out, hips pinned against yours, he groaned head dropping forward. You felt the muscle of his thigh tremble against yours. You were secretly pleased as he struggled to maintain his composure. 

You tried to wait him out, trust him as he had only thought of you so far, but your patience only extended so far. Experimentally you clenched around his cock. 

“Shit,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he restrained a thrust. 

“Please,” you whispered once again fluttering around him, “please.”

Gale pulled out only a little before slowly thrusting into you. It wasn’t much but your eyes rolled back. 

He kept it that way, small shallow thrusts until there was almost no resistance when he did. Then, he began working back further before thrusting into you. He was grunting with each thrust, head hanging low so his forehead was resting against your chest. 

“Gale,” you whined unable to take the coddling much longer. 

It seemed his restraint was hanging on by a thread because his hips snapped up against yours, much harder than any previous movement. 

“Yes,” you cried out in response. 

Gale began truly fucking you then. He was mumbling something against you but the sound of your skin slapping against one another was drowning him out. Your own hips were moving now, too, the hand on your thigh had loosed so he was not longer holding you still. 

“Touch yourself,” he said, voice strained, finally loud enough for you to hear. 

You were able to slide a hand between the two of you. Instead of touching yourself right away you pushed your finger further down enjoying the sensation of the slide of his cock in and out of you. 

Abruptly Gale pushed up so he was sitting back on his knees. Both hands sliding under your hips in order to tilt you up so he never slid fully from inside of you. 

“Now, please,” he groaned out and you realized he was holding back his own orgasm. 

Hurriedly you found your clit with your fingers, this new position making it easier. You rubbed quickly and efficiently in a way you’d long learned would bring you off. 

“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” Gale babbled above you. “Come for me, I want to see your face this time.”

It was his words more than your fingers that pushed you over the edge. You whimpered and he began thrusting harder as you squeezed around him. 

Gale came with a shout, eyes screwing shut. He pinned your hips together once more as he spilled inside of you. He rode out his own orgasm like that, hips rolling slightly with each pulse. Once he was done, Gale gently lowered your hips back to the ground, allowing himself to slip out of you.

You extended your hand up to him and when he took it you pulled him down against your chest.

“Next time I think I want to ride you,” you told him after a moment of quiet. 

Gale laughed before tilting his head up to capture your lips in a kiss. 

[ohpsshaw]

I've been veeerrrry slowly carving my way through BG3. But I think I keep getting captivated by the wrong scenes? Like when you had to dig up a dog's grave for a free steak.

My durge is a civilized nutbar tief-rogue named Typhus (because I forgot that’s just a disease and not something you name an English bulldog), and he’s only holding himself back from slaughtering innocents because of the Dark Urge to resolve friendly NPC storylines. He’s also a desperate slut who wants to get you out of those clothes so he can see your sexy, sexy character development. Whatever you’re into, c’mon. Yes, he’ll even let you put that in there.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

7k in a word doc for Gale Cleven losing his damn virginity and it’s still not… “in”

[anavilante]

Modern HS AU John and Gale are in love, but they haven't had sex yet. John is in anticipation, all his thoughts are absorbed in this, he thinks about it constantly. Gale shyly says that he has little experience with this and John assures him that everything is fine, they will learn together and everything seems so simple, normal and good. And then Gale accidentally mentioned that not only did he have little experience, but he is a virgin in this regard, he had never had sex with guys and… suddenly John had a full stop and really Gale doesn’t understand why, because everything was fine until that moment. Any guy is happy to be his partner's first, regardless of whether it is a girl or a guy. But not John. His big, cheerful, confident John has never been the first for any of his partners and does not believe that he is worthy of this, that he is not worthy of being remembered as something important, he is afraid of the responsibility of being someone's first sex partner. Gale thinks that this is such incredible nonsense, but unfortunately John is adamant. Then Gale says that he will have sex with the first random guy who wants to fuck him, then he will not be a virgin and John will be able to sleep with him with a clear conscience. Will John's stubbornness ruin Gale's first time having sex, or will John come to his senses and take his insecurities and feelings of inferiority into his hands and make his boy's first time the best ever?

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Gale: So! Tell us a little about yourself, hm? Something innocuous perhaps, a little get-to-know-you insight. Ah! I know, what is: your favorite dessert?

Sivvus, matter of factly and emotionlessly: cream pie.

Astarion, choking on his own spit: HA, same.

Sivvus: ?

Gale: Do not inquire further, I beg you.

Astarion: what kind of creampie, Sivvus? Thick, stuffed full, overflowing with -

Gale: A s t a r i o n

Sivvus, one eyebrow arched, corner of his mouth threatening to twitch upwards with a hint of amusement: Banana 🍌 cream pie, if you must know. With a little salt on top to finish.

Gale: Gods

Astarion: *choking, wheezing, too many joke opportunities snapped his last braincell in half*

[jenning-fcb]

Buck: I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been so nauseous lately

Curt, seriously: maybe you’re pregnant

Buck: …

Curt: …

Buck: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You, for suggesting that or me because I almost had a panic attack.

Curt:...

Curt: oh yeah, It's impossible for you to get pregnant

Buck: obviously

Curt: 'cause you're a virgin

Buck: ...

Curt: loser

[johnslittlespoon]

https://www.tumblr.com/johnslittlespoon/744386918084739072/accidentally-just-wrote-2k-words-of-a-continuation

WE NEED THIS

GIGGLES HIIII i'm hoping to get it done this weekend if i stay in a good writing flow but here's a little snippet in the meantime!! <3

[whatisurgatepolicy]

Running Honour Mode with Justin Time, my Curse of Strahd paladin.

Justin Time was originally born Elliott Fairmund, the son of a merchant family. When he was three years old, his family was part of a caravan travelling up and down the Sword Coast, when it was attacked by goblins. Elliott was captured and would have been eaten if he had not been saved by a Dragonborn monk of Bahamut.

From then on, he was raised in a monastery dedicated to Bahamut, never seeing another human. He was named "Justin" after the idea of Justice itself. When he was eighteen, he set out to spread the word of the god of dragons and instead found himself uncovering his own past; his family were from Barovia. They suffered beneath the iron fist of the vampire Strahd, an ancient enemy to his bloodline.

Challenging Strahd did not go well. Justin fell out with his party (because he doesn't know how to be human, because he cries constantly, because he has a strong sense of justice, because he hates being made fun of) and broke his oath.

He hasn't found his parents. He doesn't know his mother's face. But he thinks he sees her, sometimes.

(Perhaps he just wishes she'd saved him.)

Before being pulled onto the mindflayer ship, Justin had spent the last ten years roaming the countryside, in and out of Barovia, eating cold Barovmart Brand baked beans out of a can and killing every evil vampire he could.

(Even someone trained to detect falsehoods might be taken in. If they've longed for connection.)

(Did she promise that last time?)

There's vampires here too. But they're not a threat. Not this one. They're something to protect, and nurture.

And clerics of an evil god, a mirror to your own god's twin. But this one isn't a threat either.

And other young men, who lost their families. But good, and noble. A rare thing.

It's enough for a paladin to think, was I really so strange? So cruel? So awful? Was I really so hopeless? Or was it just my environment? Can I be a hero once more?

(is that really his mother, guiding him? Should he do as she suggests, despite his horror at the tadpoles?)

[selunesfavouriteprincess]

it never gets any less funny every time the tiefling party happens and every single one of the companions looks you in the eyes and tells you that they desire you carnally

[avonne-writes]

https://www.tumblr.com/avonne-writes/752019305465511936/bucky-is-very-enthusiastic-about-eating-i-could

has this dream once and wakes up to sticky sheets 😅😅 buck sees his flustered face and tries to pry it out of him

My dear anon, this is John Egan we're talking about 😏

Gale is still sitting up against the headboard and reading by the low light of the nightlamp when he notices Bucky's laboured breathing next to him. He touches Bucky's arm and the sound of his inhales cuts off completely as he stirs awake, then it resumes at a slower pace. His eyes open to blink up at Gale. He clears his throat and draws a knee up, his face flushed.

"Nightmare?" Gale asks in concern, but it melts into suspicion quite rapidly when Bucky’s eyes crinkle at the corners and his hand snakes across the mattress to drum at Gale’s thigh under the blanket.

"No." Bucky says simply, smiling, and rolls towards Gale, shimmying under the covers until his head rests on Gale’s lap and his arms are wrapped around Gale's hips. He butts his forehead against Gale's stomach and nuzzles his way under Gale’s shirt to kiss his bare skin. It’s there, covered by fabric and muffled against Gale's skin that he says, "I dreamt I was eating a peach."

"Hm." Gale hums. He puts his elbow on Bucky’s shoulder and resumes his book. Bucky’s exhales tickle the skin under his navel. When he turns a page, Bucky probably hears it because he sighs and nips Gale's belly before he emerges from his shirt.

He squints up at Gale from between Gale’s torso and the book. His fingers start playing with the elastic of Gale's pants on the back, at the tail of his spine. "It was the most beautiful peach, Buck. Round and firm..."

Gale stares down at him, trying to process the words. Bucky holds his gaze, and a slow, lascivious grin stretches his lips. One of his hands slips fully into Gale's pants, and Gale jerks in surprised realization. His hand shoots back to grip Bucky's wrist.

He blinks a few times, frowning. "Did you... like eating that peach? In your dream."

Bucky sits up to lean closer to Gale's face.

"Uh-huh." He brushes their lips together. "Still hungry though. You woke me up, I reckon you should make up for it."

Carefully, Gale lets Bucky's wrist go and Bucky immediately starts rubbing his thumb over the curve of Gale's ass. With his other hand, he takes the book away, puts the bookmark in place and sets it on the nightstand.

He looks into Gale's eyes again, then ducks down to kiss Gale's neck. His tongue flicks out and makes Gale's pulse jump.

"Okay." Gale's breath hitches. Why not? He can learn to let go, can’t he? "I'll let you have it."

Bucky moans his appreciation into Gale's skin.

[duerede]

Tav finds out that Gale has a god's notch on his bedpost, and they might be momentarily impressed by his sexual prowess, until he reveals that he thinks it's kinda gross that you expect him to have sex using is real actual penis.

[wizardsix]

people have this issue where they talk about a character being ignored and go on to slander the others and like. is that really helping. you're being just as annoying as the people you were talking about.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

For the sake of science please describe exactly how you think Gale cums: Does it sort of suddenly spurt out? Dribble? One rope? A break between them?

Does his cock stay warm after he cums?

Quick turn around time?

He cums harder when he's taking someone behind correct? When that vein in his neck is throbbing and he's absolutely plowing that pussy chasing his orgasm?

Is he a chatty little puppy the day after he finally pops his cherry? Drinking his orange juice at breakfast, hands flying as he rehashes the previous night and explains just exactly how everything felt the night before?

For extra credit please elaborate on Bucky and Egan and say something nasty about each of them!

You're such a gem xo

Signed, a slutty sky daddy lover

My dearest mutual sky daddy loving anon, it is with a great deal of investment and no small amount of suspicion that I answer this. As always I’m flattered by the faith put in me that I know these details, and am the oracle to supply them.

He’s not exactly a dribbler, though lord knows he dribbles a lot before hand and it’s all so wet and tacky and sputtery. But the real blast off isn’t a huge arc, you’re not aiming at the wall and trying to spray paint with it, but it’s very gushy, multiple ropes and they puddle and ooze down his pretty pink shaft, in little bursts I think. ☺️🤭

Does it stay warm? Oh, I’ve such a silly inclination that this man runs cold for the most part, and while it’s hot scientifically super plausible, I feel that it overheats itself in the moment and after the first few splashes of its own crescendo, starts to catch a chill and will moderate itself in both size and heat rather soon.

However- turn around time is very speedy. Very, and all the more impressive as he droops pretty intensely between but always rises again to the challenge. Something Maureen facilitates at all times.

If he’s taking you\her from behind you can be sure there was plenty of context for it, which 100% ensures that man is blowing extra hard, mhmm

How dare you make me think of him excitedly chatty about what happened to him and all the feelings he felt over orange juice. How dare.

For extra credit?! Oh gosh what can I say that I haven’t already? Bucky has a cock you can watch physically pulse as a geyser of cum shoots out in spurts and does indeed paint the opposite wall if ya don’t intercept it with something useful like -ya know, your tits or your mouth, doll.

[bladeweavedance]

More Ship Meme Details!

This one says car, and there's no cars in Faerun, so I changed it to carriage. Originally, I thought "Nah, neither of these guys know how to drive" but then I remembered Wyll has Animal Handling and given his nature as a hero, he's totally had a moment or two or three where there's been a run-away carriage, and he's swooped in like the dashing and daring hero he is to take the reins and stop the thing and the horses before anyone gets hurt. So… Yeah.

We all know Gale is the camp cook, and if Wyll's dialogue is anything to go by, it sounds like he's quite territorial about it. But Wyll can be pretty determined and insistent, and I headcanon that he's not a bad cook himself. He might have started out that way (as the duke's son, he probably didn't have to cook his own meals - so he had to start from scratch when he was kicked out of Baldur's Gate), but I think his years of surviving on his own - he might have learned a few thing about seasoning with wild herbs and whatever spices he could pick up along his way as well as experimenting with various ingredients.

PDA - While both Wyll and Gale are on the more modest side of things (especially Gale given his whole "I won't undress even in front of my tressym" thing and wearing full-on long-sleeved pajamas and Wyll seems at least willing to wear a crop top) - so I can't see them engaging in more, err, private activities - I can definitely see them doing things like praising each other in public, saying romantic things to each other in public, holding hands, kissing, a face caress, hugs. They're both very affectionate people who aren't afraid of showing affection.

Wyll, being the hero that he is, has a natural inclination towards protecting people and can be especially fierce when it comes to protecting the people he loves. This is also evidenced in his origin if you romance Gale and make Wyll the Blade of Frontiers (he talks about keeping an eye on Gale, and Gale is touched that Wyll is so protective of him). Given how deeply Gale loves and the fact that he's a powerful wizard, though… I imagine Gale ALSO has a protective streak towards the ones he loves as well (you see this in his trying to distance himself from his mother because he believes himself to be a danger to her, and if you play his Origin, he can give Tara a stern talking to for traveling outside of Waterdeep where it isn't safe). Wyll, of course, is plenty capable of protecting himself, but that won't stop Gale from unleashing all of his magical fury on anyone who might threaten his love.

Relationship experience! So, we know Gale has SOME relationship experience - there's his relationship with Mystra which likely lasted years, but he also mentioned having mortal lovers before that. There seems to be some inclination that he didn't have A LOT of lovers before Mystra, maybe just a couple or a few. So, he's got maybe a moderate amount of experience; though, I get the feeling very little long-term experience and his relationship with Mystra probably left a lot to be desired in terms of how a normal relationship is supposed to work. That being said, due to his age and some things Wyll has said (more on that in a moment) - He has a LOT more experience than Wyll.

So, now we come to Wyll, sweet Wyll. First, I'm going to point out that Wyll says to Astarion in the Blushing Mermaid that he didn't have his first kiss until he was 15 years old. It's important to remember that Wyll was kicked out of Baldur's Gate when he was 17. So, that leaves two years where he could've possibly had a relationship (or a few really short-term ones) before he's trekking the wilderness and saving the day and having to deal with Mizora on a regular basis (which likely put a dent on his seeking relationship prospects).

Next, in some banter with Halsin, Wyll suggests his romance (if you're romancing him) is his first love. In another banter with Shadowheart in Baldur's Gate, Wyll specifically says he's "tight-laced" and "never been the type to sow his wild oats." Add that to his insistence on a fairy tale romance, the fact that he proposes to his partner before even considering sex with them and well…

What I'm saying there is a VERY HIGH chance that Wyll is a virgin, so yeah he's very close to the No Relationship Experience side of things.

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Gale the Virgin Witch!!