thinking about geto for tonight
normally he always wants to fuck you while you're on your back, so he can watch your eyes roll up while he's drilling himself inside of you. but the uncertainty you'd feel when he took you from behind, any movement he makes drawing gasps from your lips or making your back arch down into the sheets was simply too good to pass up.
especially with how long he could draw this moment out, the one where he'd spread open your lips and groan at how wet you'd gotten, leaving a light kiss against you before repositioning himself and lining up his swollen tip with your hole. he always took his time pushing inside of you, rubbing small, slow circles across your pussy with his tip while you'd breathily call his name, his cock jumping in response to your voice.
"getooouu, don'....teasssee" you'd whine with that desperate, needy tone of yours, pushing your butt back against him to try and push him inside of you. really, how could he ever take you seriously like this? with your stomach laid against the bed, thighs spread wide open enough for him to feel how you eagerly clenched down whenever he began to work his cock inside you, only to drag it back out and continue to gather wetness along his length, rubbing his shaft up and down your cunt teasingly.
and, of course, when he did finally shove himself inside of you, his cock throbbing *hard* at the loud moan you let out, accompanied by the deep ache of your cunt surrounding his dick. you were always sooo fucking tight around him, squeezing every ounce of pre cum out from his cock while you started to rock your hips back against him almost instantly, not having the patience to wait for getou to start moving.
unluckily, geto had enough patience to spare for the both of you, so he'd hold your hips still with his big, thick hands, rubbing his thumb across the soft flesh while he listened to you moan in annoyance. "getooouu, come on, move already" you'd rasp out, your face scrunched with displeasure as you looked back at getou's peaceful expression.
and he would only say "like this?" before leaning down against your back, chest pressed firmly onto your shoulder blades while his mouth rested by the shell of your ear. you flopped back down against the pillow tucked underneath your head when his hips rocked up inside you, hitting deeper yet not deep enough, *so* close to what you needed to feel.
he'd drag this out as much as he wanted to, lazily thrusting inside of you when he starts feeling generous, his pointer finger running up along the base of your spine while his cock is filling you up so well. his hand coming to the root of your hair and gently running it up your scalp, spinning a strand of hair around his finger while he listens to you moan from the thick feeling of his dick.
the slow, almost grind of his length inside of you was mind-numbing in itself, being forced to feel every single vein and ridge being dragged along your sensitive walls, being hyperaware of the stretch your pussy had to make to take him, being aware of the lewd wet sounds every thrust made, your wetness seeping down your inner thigh at a snail's pace.
you couldn't decide on what to focus on, even if you tried. every time you attempted to speak, your mouth could only make slurred out moans of getou's name while he took on a pitying tone in your ear, pampering your neck with small kisses as he talked to you. "yeah? that feel good, pretty girl?" as he angled his hips down, moaning into your ear from how you'd pulse around him at the new position.
he knew exactly where to hit, and he'd abuse every spot inside you until you were puddy in his hand. only then, when you're drooling into the pillow and completely lax in his grasp, he'd fuck you properly, and he wouldn't stop until the both of you were satisfied.
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“byler is cute but it will be unrequited”
“one-sided”
“unreciprocated”
“mike will let will down gently”
“he’s just a close friend”
“it wouldn’t be realistic”
“he’ll definitely get friend-zoned”
“it’s obviously platonic”
“mike doesn’t want will’s affections”
to quote that one person: “who the fuck writes a slowburn rejection?”
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I just want to say that I do understand the plight of some players regarding bg3's lack of body type diversity. Because, as much as I appreciate it, Astarion should NOT have abs like that.
Like Astarion popping out from behind that tree with the 6 pack abs, defined deltoids and big ass chest and the veined up biceps and forearms is fucking crazy.... I was like.... wasn't he half starved and was only fed rats and bugs and shit? What the fuck did Cazador have them doing up in them kennels? Chest presses and lateral raises in between his victims? Was them rats' blood laced with protein powder? My god....
And don't get me started on Astarion's thick muscular thighs in them tight ass pants with the bulge all out...
Astarion: "There you are"
Me:
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there is something that always makes me swoon for the scene in spy x family when twilight completely snaps and is about to beat the shit out of the teacher that made anya cry n upset his wife. the feral murderous look in his eye gets me going every time. love that scene. loved it in the manga and loved it when it got animated. like yes, pls snap and just go ape shit. I live for chaos. same with yor honestly. her looking absolutely ready to annihilate was just *chefs kiss* like both of them going from 😇 to👿 in a blink of an eye. like yes pls.
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