“Bet’s to you, handsome.”

“Thank you, darling.” With a wink to the shapely elven brunette across from him and a flick of his wrist, the gunslinger added his bet to the pile. He didn't want to appear meek in the first hour of the game. That sort of feint was for rookies.

A large cheer erupted from the other end of the busy inn, many had come to drink and enjoy the evening. It had been a hot day and people were thirsty. Also, they wanted to play darts.

“Big surprise, that. You ever fold, gunner?” the big, sweaty man on his left asked, throwing in his cards. The heat was oppressive in the southern lands and the smith didn't seem to be taking well to it.

“I do when the mood strikes me.”

“I'd like to see this mystery mood of yours strike you...” The smith threw in his cards, perturbed. “...sometime tonight.” He made no effort to hide it. He'd lost the last four hands in a row and he’d likely begun contemplating the gunslinger’s afterlife.

“Easy, Drex.” said the man to his right, a tall farmer by the name of Marshall. “He means to take your money,” Marshall said, “same as the rest of us.” That drew a chuckle from both the elf and Drex. The gunner just smiled, mostly to himself, and shifted in his seat. The leather of his duster creaked as he did and he felt the familiar dip of the metal guns holstered around his torso.

Another cheer from where the dart game was taking place. A bit louder this time. “... another round for this girl. She’s making my week…” he heard a voice shriek gleefully. Clearly someone was on a roll.

“All… in boys…” the elf said in an oily tone as she pushed her stacks of silver and copper into the pot, bending over slightly so the group could get a good look down past her low neckline. Liam wasn’t the type to be distracted by a little showing of flesh.

“Fold,” mumbled Marshall.

“Call,” clipped Liam, pushing a large portion of his stacks into the pot. He had already calculated that the she-elf would bet big. He’d also calculated that’d she’d likely go all-in. He had her, and as he tossed his cards face-up on the table she knew it too.

Liam the gunslinger heard the smith to his left curse simultaneously with the voluptuous elven minx across from him. “Shit hap-“ His answer was cut off when the hubbub from the dart game grew even more rowdy. “Shit happens…” he heard a female voice exclaim over the din. At that, the gunslinger turned to finally surveil the dart game behind him. A crowd of men were all cheering and toasting their reigning dart champion. Clearly, money was being made on this new talent and he craned his neck to get glimpse of them. A shock of red hair, tied up in a ponytail was all he saw. That was all it took.

The gunner had scooped his winnings off the table and was on his feet on his way to the bar before the other card players could protest. He was there in a few strides. He laid down stack of silver coins and gave the bar keep a look that said I get all the darts and drinks I want. Agreed?

The barkeep merely nodded and handed the gunslinger five darts for him to compete. He thumbed their green and blue feathered ends and nodded his thanks.

He approached the crowd and the red-headed dart champion from behind as the next round was about to begin. “I haven’t won bets like this since I was a lad!” one man said. “Where did you learn to throw darts like this?” asked another.

A single dart flew from the gunner’s hand, past the sanguine hair of the tanned woman to land dead center on the dartboard beyond. Silence followed.

“Me. She learned it from me,” Liam the gunslinger uttered in a guttural tone as he strode slowly towards the girl. Same red hair. Same caramel skin. Please don’t be her. When the girl turned silently to look at him with amber-yellow eyes, he was filled with mixed emotions. Same godsdamned yellow eyes.

“What in all the nine circles of hell are you doing here, Raina?”

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Baldur’s Gate 3 has me feeling like I need more slow burn romance. But with more smut, y’know?

This is a fantasy prompt featuring two adventurers, Liam the gunslinger and Raina the paladin (we can always change characters). They used to work together. Or maybe they competed? Maybe they had a thing? Or maybe they never got around to it?

Fast forward a few months/years and we find that they were separated somehow. They haven’t seen each other in a long time. What have they been up to? Let’s find out!

I use pms here and am quite responsive, live on west coast of North America, (GMT-8/PST) and I usually adjust to my partner's needs/wants. I usually end up averaging 2-4paragraphs per post once things start to really get flowing.

Kinks: cum/cumplay/multiloads, big ass/boobs, BJs(!), hair/hairplay, dirty talk(!!), powerful women, old flames, 2 paragraph responses (swoon)

Limits: under 18, scat, vore, gore, one line responses.