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tag of the week:
@theendofcake:
#and the leaves whisper ⋯ dry breaths on the ground ⋯ in the end there's only the fall ⋯ they want to share the only knowledge they have left ⋯ and he ⋯ leaves ❋

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🍓// GIGGLES. from my BG3 AU Durge!Genesis (cuz he has the parts for it). HAVE FUN!
plot twist: genesis has a pussy and astarion is eating it savagely in the back of the only mode of transport available to two scoundrels on the rosymorn trail at summer’s blistering end. they’ve paid the old merchant a silver each to board his rickety canvassed caravan, the gloaming visible through its rear opening. a starry yellow - blue dusk. astarion’s accomplice promised he’s plenty at ease with his trousers off his ankles and nape braced on a sack of grain. it’s comfortable enough, genesis fluttered out on being enquired upon, grip tight in astarion’s curls. soft, wet folds under astarion’s tongue. genesis wants assurance that astarion is comfortable too. genesis is a sweet man in more ways than one. sprawled down between the bard’s legs, astarion mhmms his contentment. uses thumbs to split genesis open, tongue spearing in, gently fucking his friend ━━ delighting in the subsequent pelvic strain and desperate airless noise rising up genesis’ throat. the caravan comes to a slow. astarion reaches up, leather - covered palm steadying a writhing hip, his other mashing four fingers down on genesis’ mouth after the old man’s abrupt announcement of nearness to their drop - off point. two fingers part over genesis’s lips, permitting his ability to respond in acknowledgement, but relentless suction on genesis’ clit seems to hamper things slightly.
—*@cryogenicmuses。
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a chuckle that is low and warm , crackling like the fire . “ i mean , she’s .. a druid . so . we can’t really hold her to the same footwear standards as we might a sorceress . heh .. what ? .. no , i’m sure she is not single , in fact . why ? what are you plotting ? ” does that fucking wizard want to die .
—*OVERHEARD TALKING ABOUT HER ; @chth0nia。

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it’s an assertion of his primacy ━━ the tongue lapping at it from behind, that palm clamped across her hip. she wears a black brassiere and nothing beneath the miniskirt. her cheek presses the top rest of the couch, her sheer top is on the floor. astarion kneels beside it in an expensive dress shirt and slacks with the sleeves of his blazer scrunched to his elbows. hana is japan’s top - earning idol but her roommate’s ensemble costs five times more than what she plans to wear to the awards show tonight. “ .. those bowlcut bastards don’t need you past midnight. i do. skip the afterparty. ” hana shivers at the husky plea. her roommate’s grip tightens. he lets her pretend she needs time to think about it, but she won’t be able to resist. she’ll obey. she always does whenever he follows up a dubiously - motivated request with tight suction and sloppy wet kisses. for a little added security, though, he offers to lie back lengthways upon the sofa. head propping against its arm and a smile on his mouth as she lifts her skirt, straddles his face, in under thirty seconds comes on his chin.
—*RANDOM C▒NNILINGUS ; @idolsummons。
* how much has she hurt him ? with his head in her lap it’s difficult to recall even a single time. why must they do this ? won’t it destroy their moment ? it feels so fragile. but she’s asking. she wants to know. his pursed lips don’t budge until she smacks his chest. “ you .. flirt with others. i know your heart is in a different place than your focus at those times, but, sometimes i think: she’d be better off with them. ” he closes his eyes. the wind tickles his nostrils. her fingers pinch them closed. his next confession sounds like a diffident duck attempting speech: “ that time you bit my ear. you know, back when i was a whore, people often — ” never mind, no. he’s not exhuming that. it’ll just upset her. already the little hands are cradling his head. he doesn’t think the point of this exercise was making either of them weep. softer, slower: “ .. when you talk about greying hair. when you hurt yourself. you’re so fucking clumsy, my love .. ” now lining her inner wrist with kisses ; now pretend - gnawing her fingers. “ .. one more ? i can only think of four. i am not so easily wounded. can’t we switch the subject to something more .. . . . i don’t know, happy ? ”
@wellfell。