celestialowlbear

[celestialowlbear]

by NyeIgneous [ X ]

#halsin bg3

[celestialowlbear]

It’s time to start living again ~

Was consumed with the idea of Astarion and white symbolic flowers

#astarion

[celestialowlbear]

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

[celestialowlbear]

Could you please do Sanrio / hello kitty themed dividers? And thank you for all the work you do!!

hi and yes, I could give this a shot! I love sanrio characters 💖 I tried to do a range for you - I hope you like these!

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

#dividers #hello kitty #sanrio

[celestialowlbear]

I saw your reply to that Gale confession about how he’s a soft dom and would praise you as he takes you and had to get this out of my brain for you to continue if you’d like 💜

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As he bottoms out, the perfect pleasure-pain of the stretch of your core sends waves through your body. You’re both sweating; it’s a hot summer’s day in Waterdeep and the open balcony doors occasionally welcome in a breeze that sends goosebumps all over your skin.

The shivers from the breeze make you both keen at the sensation of your walls pulsing hot and wet around him.

Gale leans forward, pressing his body into yours and somehow burying himself deeper in you. You let out another groan and he replies with words more coherent than you can manage at the moment, “I’ve been to Elysium, experienced pleasures in the astral sea beyond most mortal comprehension, and yet here, with you so warm and tight and perfect, is the only place I want to be.”

You moan at his words, his voice so perfect and his beard grazes the sensitive skin on your neck.

He groans heavily at the noise, pushing his face into your neck so you don’t just hear him you can feel him. “Yes please sing for me…you’re so good, so sweet.”

It’s incredible, the way your body responds to his voice, the way his words gently push you closer and closer to the edge.

You have seen him will fire, ice, and lightning into existence — you have witnessed the terrible power of his words — and yet it’s not his magic that takes you to the brink of ecstasy. At least, not this time.

Rather, it’s a different kind of magic — one not borne of the Weave, but of Gale’s very essence. It’s addicting, and you need more of it.

“Don’t stop,” you urge him, breathless and needy.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts more vigorous and yet no less precise; but that’s not what you want. Well, not the only thing you want.

“Talk to me,” you plead, desperate for more of his praise, more of his guidance, more of that sweet, poetic filth that comes so effortlessly to him.

You don’t know how he does it, really. How he can maintain enough concentration not only to form full sentences, but to actually say such beautiful things while buried deep inside you. It’s such a stark contrast to your incoherent moans, to the way your vocabulary seems to shrink to monosyllables: yes, please, and Gale — always Gale.

“Look at you,” he says, “so beautiful for me, so eager to take me.” There is real marvel in his voice as he utters the words, his eyes shining with adoration and the fiery haze of his desire. They are not perfunctory, he’s not telling you this just to please you — he means it.

His praise eggs you on, and you find yourself wrapping your legs even more tightly around his waist, your heels digging into his back, welcoming him deeper inside you.

“See how your body surges to meet me,” he muses on, “how perfectly you stretch around me.”

His voice is molten gold, setting your whole being ablaze. It envelops you like a raging fire, and you are consumed by its flames.

“It’s as if the gods made you just for me. To take me. All of me.” He punctuates his words with powerful, deep thrusts that make your legs shake and your brain short-circuit. “Just. Like. This.”

You’re close now, so close.

“That’s it. Let go, my love,” he encourages you, his eyes trained upon you, reading your features like his favourite book, the telltale signs of your imminent ecstasy etched upon your face: the way your eyes roll back into your head, the way you bite your lip, the way your breath leaves your mouth in ragged bursts.

“Show me how you unravel so perfectly for me. I want you to take me over the edge with you.” His words are strained now, but his movements do not falter as he ruts faster and harder into you.

It’s almost as if the world has come to a stop, in those never-ending seconds before your orgasm. You feel weightless, like a feather about to be dropped from a great height. One little push, and you will plummet.

It’s almost as if Gale knows this, as if he can somehow see right inside your mind and find you teetering on the edge of the abyss.

“I’m here to catch you,” he breathes into your ear. “Let’s fall together. Come for me.”

And fall you do. Your walls contract wildly around him as you’re swept away by one of the most powerful orgasms of your life.

He pushes into you a few more times, fucking you through your high until the tide catches him and he, too, is drowning.

And when the stars stop exploding behind your eyelids and your heart no longer threatens to take flight, it’s once again his voice that brings you back. “I love you,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, feather-soft lips tracing invisible patterns into the salt of your skin.

Thank you so much for sending this to me 💜 I hope this is the sort of thing you were looking for?

I also never realised the amount of psychic damage that writing Gale’s ‘dirty’ talk would inflict upon me. I need to go lie down. Touch grass. Wizard dick. Something.

#gale dekarios

[celestialowlbear]

have you ever seen a man so beautiful you started crying chewing on him

#gale dekarios

[celestialowlbear]

♻️

[celestialowlbear]

wyll in elegant robes...

(lines-only version undercut)

#wyll ravengard

[celestialowlbear]

I chose you for a reason, and have never looked back.

(read this post for my thoughts on this dialogue)

[celestialowlbear]

Gonna start doing this when someone tells me what to do

[celestialowlbear]

Some lads

#i love them #Bg3

[celestialowlbear]

Guilty as Sin?

Summary: After confessing his feelings for Tav, Gale fantasizes about them back in his tent, because he's an idiot who said they needed to wait a little longer to explore their mutual desires.

Rating: Explicit Words: ~1k

Tags: Pillow Humping, Masturbation, Gender neutral Tav, Tav is referred to as "You" Song Inspo: "Guilty as Sin?" - Taylor Swift Author Notes: Shout out to the Magic Man discord server for making me write this, and shout out to Taylor Swift for writing a song about masturbation.

“It’s quite thrilling— to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially at your side.”

Despite the raised eyebrows from Shadowheart and the snide remarks from Astarion (“Really? You’re telling them this now? Right now?”), Gale wasn’t sorry for confessing his attraction to you after the heat of battle. Now that Elminster had quieted the orb in Gale’s chest, he was no longer afraid to be candid about his attraction to you. After all, the mere thought of kissing you was, until recently, a threat to Gale’s very existence. He was touch starved, and now that he could finally do something about it? Why would he wait to finally lay the groundwork of his desires with you until you were alone. 

Besides, saying it in front of Astarion also had its perks. The vampire could no longer feign ignorance to the connection Gale shared with you. Therefore, Astarion could no longer continue flirting with you, or do anything else the two of you were doing in the dead of night while everyone else slept, without blatantly walking into Gale’s territory. 

Declaring his intentions with you (and hearing you say that you felt the same way) sent a message, loud and clear: You belonged to Gale, and Astarion needed to back the fuck off. 

The only misstep Gale made when confessing his attraction to you was insisting that it wasn’t the time or place, that the two of you needed to wait a little longer before exploring your desires. If he’s being honest with himself, that just might be the stupidest thing Gale has ever said. 

That was the thought that kept Gale up after everyone else went to sleep, tossing and turning as he silently kicked himself for not immediately inviting you to his tent. There was a reason, of course, Gale wanted the gesture to be as beautiful and grand as the object of his affections, and he couldn’t do it after a full day of flinging spells at shadow-cursed creatures. Damn his lofty ambitions for getting the best of him, even in the simplest ways. 

Gale huffed with frustration as he rolled onto his back, the thoughts of you plaguing his mind and making his cock impossibly hard. As Gale slid his hand over his chest, he could only pray that  this would be his last night indulging in a fantasy about you instead of indulging in the real thing. 

Closing his eyes, Gale started off slowly—palming himself over his pajamas, squeezing his shaft gently. He imagined it was you: You with your soft hands that he’d had the pleasure of brushing against while sitting around the campfire. It was you that slipped deft fingers beneath the hem of his trousers, stroking Gale’s cock with feather light touches. It was you who pulled Gale’s trousers down past his hips, allowing his already leaking cock to spring free from its confines. 

“I’ve been waiting for this, for so long.” You said in his mind as he slowly stroked his cock, imagining the way you’d tease him because oh— you would tease him, Gale was certain of it. After all, the two of you had already spent weeks flirting and verbally teasing each other. Why wouldn’t you want to drag it out a little longer. 

“Please,” Gale begged audibly, speaking only to the image of you in his head. “I need more.” Gale stroked himself harder as he imagined you complying with his request, leaning forward and enveloping his cock with the wet, hot heat of your mouth. Gale arched his hips into his hand, a soft moan tumbling from his lips at the thought of you swallowing his cock to the hilt until it tickled the back of your throat. 

When he couldn’t take it any longer, Gale reached for one of the many pillows he had in his tent and rolled over desperately, placing the pillow between his legs as he straddles it. A soft moan left Gale’s mouth as he braced one hand on the ground and held the pillow in place with the other. As he began grinding against the pillow, the vision in his mind shifted. 

You’re beneath him now, your body ready and waiting to take him. Gale imagines what you sound like when you moan as he slides his cock inside of you— how pretty your voice sounds when Gale is the source of your pleasure instead of someone else. How pretty Gale’s name will sound when it’s sung from your lips as he fucks you. A quiet moan passes through Gale’s lips at the thought as he ruts against the pillow, aching and desperate for you. 

“Harder.” Your voice is crystal clear in Gale’s mind, as is your body trembling beneath him as he fucks you the way you requested. With a subtle flick of his wrist, the pillow becomes warm beneath him. It’s not quite the same as having a body beneath him, but it will do. Gale’s hips snapped desperately as he chased his pleasure and pretended that it’s not a pillow beneath him, sheathing his cock as he moved, but the velvet warmth of your inner walls. 

“Gods, you look incredible,” Gale whimpered softly as he pictured his thick length sliding in and out of you. “You take me so well.” He whispered to no one as he doubled his efforts, hips rutting erratically as Gale’s climax swiftly approached. 

“I love you.” 

Those were the last words Gale imagined leaving your lips before slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle the moan that escapes him as he cums with a shout. Hot spurts of semen burst from Gale’s cock as he rode the pillow into his own personal oblivion, ruining the fabric beneath him the same way he imagined ruining you. 

It was only once his cock was spent and over-sensitive that Gale collapsed onto his bedroll, panting, sweating, and dizzy from the intensity of his climax. The visions of you fade away slowly as Gale stares at the ceiling of his tent, leaving him only as satisfied as one can be after masturbating while the object of their desire slept a dozen feet away: spent, but already aching for more. 

Tomorrow. 

Tomorrow Gale would volunteer to stay back at camp so he could save his strength, so he could save his magic, for you. 

Tomorrow, Gale would make you completely and utterly his. He needed to. 

Because if he didn’t, he was going to run out of pillows. 

#I need a cold shower #gale of waterdeep #Gale dekarios

[celestialowlbear]

Dame Aylin

#dame aylin

[celestialowlbear]

she fell but takes the opportunity to hONK dEM

#Wouldnt we all

[celestialowlbear]

#Bg3

[celestialowlbear]

This always happens.

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[celestialowlbear]

wyll.y.am ravengard, I love you so

everyone loves to put him in gold (rightly so) but my personal style is lots of silver jewelry + heavy eyeliner so that's what I gave him. also roses because he's so damn venusian

#wyll ravengard