#Oc: Gwen

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

hiiiii can i ask for either "sick" or "dancing" for gwen and brady? whichever you feel most inspired about!

thank you so much blu! I have ideas for both of these prompts, so I'll probably write the second one soon, too!

dancing -> gwen dastrup x john brady

John's foot tapped steadily against the hardwood floor as the band continued with their tune, his fingers leaping across the saxophone keys with practised precision, the melody coming so naturally to him that he scarcely had to think about it, letting his gaze wander from the sheet music propped up in front of him. The crowds twirled and danced across the floor below the stage, a testament to his good work, but he couldn't focus on them, their spinning forms dizzying him if he stared for too long. No, there was a sight far more worthy of his attention beyond the dancefloor.

Separated by an open arch, the bar that snaked around the opposite side of the officers' club was visible through the bustle of partygoers trying to secure a drink. The bartender worked away relentlessly, but stood beside him was that all-too-familiar head of golden curls, pouring pints with trained efficiency, sliding a tray of glasses across the bar to where Douglass and Hambone stood waiting, a pleasant smile curling her lip.

The Red Cross girls danced at almost every party. Gwen Dastrup, however, did not. Brady had never gotten a chance to ask her why - it certainly wasn't for a lack of invitation. They couldn't pass a night at the officers' club without half a dozen pilots trying their luck, attempting to woo her out from behind the bar. It was rare that a man got the chance to dance with a girl as pretty as Gwen, and heartbreaking when said chance passed them by.

She leaned forward across the bar, holding out her chin so that Tatty could wipe away a smudge in her lipstick. Gwen grinned, and John felt the stern glare of the man sitting beside him as his finger slipped, skimming the wrong note by mistake. Damn. He forced himself to look away, to push out any distraction until the song was over. As the melody found its close, he pushed himself up from his seat, grateful that the next song on the band's roster had no need of him.

Gwen was crouched behind the bar, rummaging for a new bottle of scotch as he arrived, leaning on his elbows to peer down at her. "Gwen?" Brady called, his voice startling her, and she almost smacked her head on the shelf as she jolted upright a bottle of spirit in each hand.

"Oh, hey," She shrugged with false nonchalance, face heating up a bright red at her near fumble.

"I got a question," He stated, still leaning halfway across the bar towards her as she unscrewed the top off one of the bottles and began pouring another round of drinks for a nearby table.

"Well don't leave me hangin'."

"Why won't you dance with me?" John asked. Gwen paused, arching a brow. "I don't mean anythin' by it, it's just... I wanna know if I should stop getting my hopes up, s'all."

She frowned, stepping out from behind the bar and slipping past him as she delivered another tray of glasses to the pilots sitting nearby. He took a step closer as she turned back to him, their bodies almost pressed together with how close they stood. Her hand was half-covering her mouth as she spoke, a tint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.

"I don't... I don't know how," She admitted.

Brady paused, tilting his head to the side. "Gwen Dastrup, are you telling me you never learned to dance?"

"They just hired me 'cause I'm pretty," Gwen shrugged as if it were obvious. As far as he was concerned, 'pretty' wasn't an adequate word for it.

"Alright, well, that's not gonna cut it," Shaking his head, he reached for the cuff of her sleeve, tugging her towards the door. She shook her head slightly, trailing cautiously behind him.

"Brady, what're you doing?"

"Teaching."

It was deserted out in the hall, the partygoers too preoccupied with dancing and drinking to stray beyond the dancefloor and bar. Gwen almost rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of Brady's venture, but when he turned back to look at her there was no humour in his expression. He meant business.

"Alright, okay, so - stand... like this," He began, gentle hands on her shoulders, guiding her into place. Nudging her with his toe, his pushed her feet across the carpet until she was standing correctly. "Feet like that... ok, you take this hand, on my shoulder, and I hold this one. Yeah?"

"I have seen people dance before," Gwen pointed out, his meticulous instruction striking her as more than necessary.

Brady nodded firmly, satisfied with his work so far. Her palm slotted comfortably against his, skin soft beneath his fingertips, and her cheeks flushed slightly as his hand found its way to her waist. Although muffled, the music was still audible from out here, and he nodded in time with the beat, peering down at their feet.

"Left foot first... then right, like that... and you count - one, two, three, one, two, three," He spoke softly, breath fanning her slightly, its warmth skimming across her cheek. Gwen stared down at her feet, moving in time with his instructions, matching his own steps as best she could.

"One, two, three - one, two, three," She uttered to herself, brow furrowed in concentration. After a moment of stepping in circles with the music, she looked up to find him staring at her, a grin creasing his cheeks. A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her and Gwen let out an involuntary snort of laughter, releasing her grip on his hand.

"No, no, that was good," Brady assured her. "Keep goin'."

"But people always talk when they're dancing, I can't just count my steps the whole time," She huffed frustratedly.

"So practice. Talk about something."

Gwen's brow furrowed, drawing her lips between her teeth slightly as she considered what to say. Her eyes widened, and Brady could practically see the idea blooming in her mind.

"I was reading an article this morning - did you know that at the funeral of William the Conqueror, the church got robbed whilst he was lying in state, and then when they tried to put him in his casket his bowels exploded?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but for a long moment, no words came. Tilting his head to the side, John nodded. "D'you know what? I did not know that, no."

She shrugged, chuckling lightly. "Probably shouldn't say that specifically next time."

Brady began to grin, shaking his head. "I dunno, I think it'll scare off the ones who ain't worth your time."

Gwen mirrored his grin, beaming up at him, perfect teeth peeking out between perfectly red lips. He would do her a disservice to call her beautiful. Girls like Gwen were called beautiful so many times a day it lost its meaning - it didn't take anyone special to notice it, it was the first thing anyone ever saw. But she'd been dancing in time with the music for the last few minutes without having to count, and she hadn't even noticed it.

"See, now you've got it. Any fella'd be lucky to have you," He said, nodding to her. She considered this, beginning to smile, that ever-present blush blooming in her cheeks once more.

"Why, thank you, Cap'n."

#john brady #gwen x brady #oc: gwen #masters of the air #masters of the air oc #mota #mota oc #john brady x oc #prompts

[unreadpoppy]

The making of heirs

Raphael x Gwen

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(Btw this is the same universe as Betrayer and Runaway Bride, it can be read on it's on own, but maybe reading both of them will help.

Warnings: 18+ this is smut. Just smut with a smidge of something in the beggining, but besides that, just straight sex. Breeding kink, there's some hands on neck but no actual choking, i think this might qualify as mating press? Also dirty talk near the end. P in V sex.

A/N: Second time i write smut let's go bitches. Also this is me setting up future dad!phael

Children. 

The topic had been on Raphael’s mind for some time. He didn’t particularly like them. They demanded attention and made a mess everywhere. Mol had been an exception, but she was already a bit older when they met, and not a toddler or a babe. 

But the idea of reproducing had its appeals. With the proper discipline and education, he could mold his children to his desires. They would be loyal to him, obey his commands, they would be the only ones he would entrust with positions of power, as they wouldn’t dare to go against their father. Besides, in the long run, he would be creating a line of tieflings, all tied back to him, just as the past archdevils had. 

Raphael looked across the table he was eating dinner from. His wife, Gwendolyn, sat on the other side. He started imagining what their children would look like. A little girl, with the same pink skin and purple hair as her mother, but with his eyes and four horns. Or a boy, as handsome and strong as his father, with the same easy going smile as Gwen’s. 

His thoughts took on a more lustful turn. He imagined ravishing her again and again, finishing inside of her until there was no doubt that his seed had taken place. He thought of her already fat belly growing bigger and bigger with his heir. 

Raphael was suddenly brought back to reality when Gwendolyn asked “What’s on your mind?” 

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

“You have that look on your face.” She grabbed a glass of wine. “The one you make when you’re scheming.” Gwen took a sip, looking at him.

“I was thinking about you.” 

“Really?” She put the glass down, raising one brow.. “And what about me were you thinking of?” 

He smirked. “About you carrying my heir in your womb.” 

If Gwen had been drinking, she would have choked. “You want to have a child, Raphael?”

He got up from his seat. “Think about it.” Raphael slowly walked towards her. “It is the next logical step. Mephistopheles and Asmodeus both had lineages of tieflings traced back to them. It is only fair I have mine. A way to secure my - our - legacy.” At this point, he had walked behind her chair and put his face next to hers, whispering in Gwen’s ear. “Just imagine. A bunch of little ones, running around, a mix of the two of us. You wouldn’t be alone.” 

“It’s a tempting thought.” She took a deep breath, moving her head slightly. “And how many children would the Lord of the Nine Hells want?”

Raphael sneaked one hand towards her neck, holding it and pulling her head backwards, making her gasp. “Eight, I think, would be a good number. One for each layer of hell, except this one, of course.” He kissed her open mouth. Raphael tightened his hold on her neck, just slightly enough to cause pressure but not to cut air supply. 

Eventually, he let go of her, allowing Gwen to breathe. She turned around in her seat to look at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to carry eight children.” She stood up, putting a hand on his shoulder, while his eyes were fixated on her heaving chest. “How about we settle on three?” 

Raphael took the hand on his chest and raised it towards his mouth, kissing her fingers. “We can discuss that later.” He murmured. “Now, let’s focus on producing the first one.” 

Gwen bit her lip and nodded her head. Not even a moment later, his mouth was once again on hers, one hand holding her cheek with force, while the other went to the back of her dress, trying to untie it. With her hands, Gwen began to slowly unbutton his vest. 

Eventually, Raphael grew frustrated and let go. He put his hands on top of the dress and in one movement, ripped the garment open, leaving her in her underwear. She gasped. “I really liked the dress.” Gwen removed her undergarments before he had any chance of ruining them as well. 

Raphael made quick work of his own clothes and replied. “I’ll get you a hundred thousand as a replacement, pet.” He was once again on her, hands roaming her soft flesh. 

Gwendolyn grabbed him by the back of his neck and reached a hand down his chest, slightly grazing his skin with her nails until she reached his half hard cock. She grabbed it, gently, rubbing it up and down. Raphael had one hand on her breasts, toying with her nipple, while the other was at her sex, inserting one finger than another, his thumb stroking her clit. 

As they were both getting close to their climaxes, Raphael snapped them away to their bed. As soon as Gwen’s back hit the mattress, the archdevil raised her legs, putting her calves over his shoulders and pushing himself inside her in one fluid motion, their previous ministrations facilitating the process. 

She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. One of Raphael’s hands wrapped around Gwen’s neck, squeezing it just a bit. 

“You take me so well, look at you.” He said, in a raspy voice. Gwen’s reply came in the form of a moan. His placed his free hand over her belly, grasping and kneading the flesh. “I can already see it, you round with my heirs.” 

“Raphael…” She managed to say, voice raspy. 

“I’ll breed you over and over again, until there is no doubt that you’re pregnant. Everyone will see how you’re mine.” He let go of her neck, and instead, held her cheek. “Tell me you want this.” 

“I…I want this.” She breathed out. 

“You’ll carry all the children I give you.”

“Yes, yes! I’m-I’m so close.” Gwen moaned. The hand on her belly traveled to her clit, rubbing it until she threw her head back, reaching her orgasm. Raphael leaned forward, engulfing her mouth with his and bringing her knees close to her chest, drinking up the scream that left her as she climaxed. 

A few more hard thrusts and he soon reached his peak, finishing inside her. As they both came back, breathing heavily, tears of pleasure running down Gwen’s face, she noticed that he continued inside her. 

Raphael saw that and smirked. “To make sure not a single drop goes to waste.” He laid on top of her, weight almost crushing. She threw her arms around him.

“If we keep doing it like this, I won’t object to the eight children.” Gwen whispered.

Raphael kissed the side of her head. “Good.”

#raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #oc: gwen #gwendolyn gray #baldur's gate 3 #smut #nsft #i've been putting all these gwen and raph fics under raphael's random one shots on AO3 but i'm considering posting this one as it's own thi #ayo im gonna start using gifs cause i finally remembered how to add them hehe

[romeoows]

gift giving and acts of service

#kind of my february project?? idk i had a lot of wips and was procrastinating bc of art block #and i got a promotion at work so i've been focused on that #anywho #our life now and forever #our life now & forever #our life now & forever oc #our life now and forever oc #gwendolyn tyrand #gb patch #rodraws #oc: gwen #ugh idk tags anymlre #goodnight #qiu lin #our life qiu #olnf qiu

[xykcta]

traditional girlfriends

#original character #oc #artists on tumblr #oc: gwen #oc: penelope #skeleton hands #traditional art #sketchbook

[art-banhana]

Meet my new oc Gwen! She is an electric cat girl android, her tail is an electrical cord with two pronged attachment plug at the end. The ears also function as antennae and she shares her own WiFi where ever she goes.

#original character #watercolors #kemomimi #oc: gwen

[thatchezguy]

sketches

#my art #colored (for once) #doodle #ocs #kobold #oc: gwen

[camiliar]

self indulgent oc drawing

#my oc #my ocs #oc: basil #oc: gwen #my art #werewolves

[carbonateddelusion]

happy 4/20. here is a non-comprehensive list of all our OCs that smoke weed:

Nathan

Violet, probably

Elijah's bandmates/friends

Indigo (medicinal, for his chronic pain)

Maddie (modern them, anyway)

I can't think of anybody else and that's probably because I'm high.

#oc ramblings #me things #weed cw #weed #weed tw #beanie nathan #beanie violet #beanie zed #oc: gwen #oc: indigo #oc: maddison #modern maddison

[bunnykitty13]

#oc tag #oc: eliot #oc: gwen #alcohol

[quaddmgd]

i don't think i ever talked about it, but i tried to make a male oc for cyberpunk 2077, he was supposed to be rainer - crystal's close friend from her time in the family. i mentioned him on few occasions

he was supposed to show up in nc (badlands surrounding nc at first) looking for crystal, but there were some issues. making him would require me making jade (his gf) too. and i had no idea how and why would he end up in nc. and even if he started by working with aldecaldos... they already know crystal so he could just ask and find her instantly, which isn't interesting at all

(though now i got this idea that he could end up working with wraiths... now that would be an interesting dynamic! crystal could bump into him during a job with aldecaldos and they would hate him instantly. it would take a lot of convincing on crystal's side for them to warm up to him. and now that i'm writing this i'm getting creative kjsdhfkhjsdkjhdfkhj)

and the biggest issue - i kinda imagined how he looks since the first time i talked about him on here. and i couldn't get a satisfying result in the editor so i decided to give up for now. i guess i need to spend more time working on him.

anyway i couldn't leave empty-handed, so that's how ev came to be! i was thinking about ocs i can recreate in cyberpunk and was stuck between gwen and evie - and i chose the latter.

#oc: crystal hartley #oc: EV #oc: gwen #oc: evie #oc: rainer #(i guess) #text.qd

[ayyyden-main]

I apparently forgot to post the refs for my girls!! Here's Gwen and her very real friend Kira :3

#oc #oc art #original character #character design #character ref #oc ref #oc ref sheet #my art #oc: gwen #oc: kira

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Gwen Dastrup and John Brady

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time / I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine / Can you see me using everything to hold back? / I guess this could be worse / Walking out the door with your bags /

#gwen x brady #oc: gwen #john brady #masters of the air oc #masters of the air #mota oc

[unreadpoppy]

Halsin's Bugged Ending

Halsin x Tav (Gwen)

Summary: After the Netherbrain, Halsin and Gwen created their own community, a shelter for anyone who needed. During the reunion, however, Halsin drinks a bit much and momenterily forgets the last six months.

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A/N: Based on the game bugging for me in the epilogue.

Six months had passed since the defeat of the Nether Brain. 

Six months since the tadpole was extinguished and Gwen’s mind was quiet again. 

Six months since she and Halsin, along with many other refugees, left the city and created their own community, hidden from the rest of the world and open to any who seek shelter. 

Now, the couple found themselves back at the camp where their adventures began, alongside the others. Withers had organized the party, gathering everyone, including Scratch and the Owlbear Cub. 

After getting misty eyed from reading the letters from old acquaintances, Gwen decided to go speak with everyone else. From the corner of her eye, she saw Halsin and Astarion drinking, but she knew the druid well enough to not worry about it. 

“How have things been?” Wyll asked. He and Karlach had spent the last quarter of a year in the Hells, fighting Zariel’s armies and were now closer to solving the tiefling’s engine problem. 

Gwen told him about the commune she and Halsin had created, about the children, Thaniel and Oliver. “I even convinced my mother to go live with us.” Gwen laughed. “She was mad about me disappearing for so long, but she quite likes it there.’’

“And are you happy? I remember how you used to say you wanted to keep adventuring.” 

She sighed. “If you spent the first eighteen years of your life in the middle of the woods, with only your mother as company, of course you’d want to explore what the world had to give.” She said. “But that was seven years ago, and after all we’ve been through, I’m glad to have some peace and quiet.” 

Gwen paused, thinking of everything that had happened. “I’ve found that I quite missed this sense of normalcy.” She smiled. “Besides, waking up in your lover’s embrace everyday does make things a whole lot better.”

Wyll chuckled. “Talking about him, where is Halsin?” 

“He was talking with Astarion, I believe.” 

On cue, the vampire walked up towards them, a playful look on his face. “Dear Gwen, may I have a moment with you?” 

She looked back to Wyll. “Go on, I’ll see you later.” She nodded and turned her attention towards the elf. 

“What did you do?” 

“My, why do you assume I did anything?” Astarion said.

Gwen raised a brow. “You’re making the same face the children make when they’ve done something they shouldn’t.” She put her hands on her hips. “Spit it out.”

“You’re no fun.” Astarion pouted. “Fine. I may have gotten the big guy drunk.” 

“What?” Gwen’s eyebrow went up. In their time together, she had never seen Halsin drunk. She even began to question if he had the ability to do so. “How did you do that?” 

“We were commenting on how good the wine was, and I managed to convince him, Shadowheart and Minthara to do a little drinking competition.” He explained, smirking. “Either the wine is too good or Halsin’s much more of a lighter drinker then I assumed, but he was the first to get shit faced.” Astarion laughed. “It was quite amusing, actually.”

“Why?”

“Well, for one, he was talking about how he was oh so happy to see you again after so long. How these six months have been so lonely without you. He asked us if you had been seeing someone and when we said yes, he almost burst into tears.” 

Gwen sighed. “And where is he now?” 

“I think Shadowheart had left him near the water. Good luck with him.” Astarion said and left, the little shit. 

After walking a bit, she found the druid sat on the ground, his legs crossed while looking out into the river, a bottle of wine in his hands. 

She approached him silently, and put a hand on his shoulder while taking the wine. “I think that’s enough drinking for you, love.” 

He turned around, eyes widened. “Gwendolyn Gray…it’s been so long.” 

“Okay, you’re way more drunk than I thought if you’re going to be using my full name.” She whispered. Gwen sat down next to him and took his hands. He hadn’t heard what she said. 

The druid looked at her, eyes full of sadness. “Is it true what they said? That you have found someone?” She bit her lip to contain a laugh. “I won’t judge you for it. You are not tied to me after all.” 

She nodded. “Yes, I have settled down with a certain someone.” 

Halsin sniffled. “That’s…that’s good.”

“Yes.” She nodded. “He’s a great guy, you know. Big heart, gentle but a fierce protector of nature. Also extremely handsome.” 

“I see…” He looked down. “Well, you and your partner are always welcome in my community. I would…love to see you there, one day.” 

That broke Gwen and she let out a laugh, confusing the elf. “I don’t understand what’s so funny.” 

“Darling, I’m talking about you!”

“What?”

She leaned closer to him. “I think you might have drank too much.” The sorcerer pressed a kiss to his forehead and stood up, offering her hand. “Come.”

He did as he was told, brows furrowed, following Gwen. Halsin saw her speaking with Jaheira. The other druid laughed and then cast something on him. 

In an instant, he felt his mind clear. 

“Halsin, in the past six months, where have I been?” His lover asked. 

“You came with me, with the other refugees. We have our little community, away from prying eyes.” Gwen sighed. His brow furrowed. “Why the question?” 

She laughed and shook her head. “Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to see if you were alright.” 

Confusion was written on his face. He put a hand on her shoulder. “My heart, are you well?”

Gwen smiled, putting a hand on his cheek. “Everything's perfect, my love.” She kissed him on the lips. “I’ll explain later. For now, let’s enjoy the rest of this party.” 

#halsin bg3 #halsin baldur's gate 3 #halsin x tav #halsin x gwen #oc: Gwen #epilogue spoilers #epilogue party #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #wyll #this is my coping mechanism

[crowbugz]

Gay cat back at it again

#crow’s art #oc: gwen #furry

[spaginithethird]

thinking very hard about my hexblood druid with a dozen curses today (art by @/bingobongobonko!)

#dnd #druid #hexblood #ttrpg #oc: gwen #the silly.......

[messmertheimpaler]

got tagged by @cryptcombat and @queennymeria to make my baddies with this picrew!

althelia (ffxiv) | blair (the quarry)

gwen (re) | arden (dmc)

eris (dh) | cordelia (dh)

tagging @roberthouses @chuckhansen @denerims @koroleyva @jendoe and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#oc: althelia #oc: blair #oc: gwen #oc: arden #oc: eris #oc: cordelia