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ravengards-rogue · 2 months

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afab reader, 18+

shadowheart likes sucking strap. she knows she's pretty so she uses it when she wants to get out of something. and the visual is enough to get you off, enough to level all of faerun if you're not careful. lashes wet with tears, mouth stretched around the base of your cock with her hands in her panties to get herself off too. she's always good with her mouth, bratty girl she is. you already know that better than anyone. but god she's so impressive with her pretty little throat, swallowing your shaft. she's a performer when she wants to be - spit stained mouth, lips cracked at the edges. she blinks as it touches the back of her throat with expertise. straight dark lashes fluttering as your hips buck to give your clit some friction. she'll choke and gag then moan when she looks up and sees you so affected. makes her want to do more, be more extreme. if you cum you'll praise her and that's what her body wants more than anything. you must think she's so pretty like that, right? she'll stare at you with the whole thing in her mouth until you tell her just that.

"fuck, shadowheart," you'll groan. she'll melt as your hands cup her face. soft, loving touches and so much praise it makes her tummy flutter. that's what she wanted the whole time, wanted praise. she likes that you speak to her so tender. "you're so pretty like this."

she wants to say she knows but she's not so impolite to talk with her mouth full. so she pulls herself off, lets the tip rub on her cheek as she tells you instead. you should tell her some more anyways. that what she's doing it for to begin with

#zero.thoughts #shadowheart x reader #is this worth putting in there lmaoo #sharess' whisper #zero.shadowheart #shes so. so. so .#d.rogues love letters

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yourlovelyspace · 1 month

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A bit of poetry for today 💝

Do you like this kind of love letters too? Let me know in the comments, so I use my inspiration to add more like this 💝

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punkpandapatrixk · 11 months

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‘I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.’ — Vincent van freaking Gogh, everyone

Why would you give all of yourself to the lustful embrace of someone who doesn’t know how to love you right?🎣

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

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magusarchives · 5 months

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sooo if i ran a rusty quill network horror fanzine would people apply?? 👀

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mezucore · 9 months

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chazz asks atticus for help with a love letter, and atticus is more than happy to provide :)

#based on the dub version of the characters #chazz princeton #atticus rhodes #ygo gx #yugioh gx #whispers....the love letters for jaden #my art

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mooncheese3 · 1 year

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#liujiu #what if lbg travelling thru different worlds had consequences #original shen qingqiu #liu qingge #fanart #sqq’s whispering theories and trying to figure out what language those big letters are in #lqg had his fair share of exploring the area an hour ago; theres nothing interesting #so hes j kind of listening to sqq rn #also this is an old one im still working on the lesbian sqq fanarts #:3 in due time #svsss #mxtx

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yamikakyuu · 2 years

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Need a way to pass the time waiting for the 30th to find out what RQ has planned for Magnus???

Try these podcasts out!

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momosweetpeach · 2 years

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Patreon reward doodle of Raine Whispers.

I thought perhaps a human invention might stump their natural talent for instruments 🎶

#momoart #raine whispers #raine toh #otamatone #patreon doodle #i know i mispelt otamatone #sometimes my brain just leaves out a whole letter from words

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angelunderheaven · 6 months

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ravengards-rogue · 3 months

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✧ barbarian + gender neutral tav, bottom/sub gale, top + dom!tav, gutting a fish, horny to horny tadpole communication lol 18+

gale daydreams too long about the rough callouses on your hands on his skin.

you answer him in short sentences when he mentions them but he's come to realize this isn't disinterest. you just aren't one for talking much, and you listen to him intently. occasionally you'll remember something entirely arbitrary he's told you - and he'll feel his heart stammer like a boy in love and not a man of middle age.

he notices your hands first when he tries teaching you the weave. the times after, you're healing him because he's been battered relentlessly in battle. calloused hands - the kind of hands that wield weapons and massacre. gale has seen you rage so often, though he's never thought anything of it. you're polar opposites in all aspects but especially that kind of raw power.

(the story of them goes that you used to tussle with bears as a child. when asked to elaborate, you shrug passively. apparently all that matters is that you won more often than you lost.)

he likes your hands. your hands are calloused and scarred. all of you is scarred, but your hands especially. split knuckles and thick, coarse skin that's been split and healed with nothing but time. strong, capable hands that carry fresh hunt into the camp and butcher them close to the water so the blood can be washed away. his are soft and smooth, a calm life in the vibrant and advanced city of waterdeep has made them so. the most violence he's ever received until recently, a paper cut from an especially feisty tome.

gale spends too long looking at them. you notice his gaze, naturally perceptive. and gale - well gale flushes. he's leering, and his thoughts are all but appropriate.

he's not prone to shyness. but you're a little different from those he kept in his past. constructed with that sort of unfamiliar grit makes his stomach churn with desire that burns white hot. gods.

it's inappropriate - entirely. together at camp with a makeshift table and cutting board (a slab of wood, really). you're cooking together, and gale is watching you gut a fish. your fingers are soaked in blood as you carefully scale and clean skin. there's also a fresh body you've so morbidly carried for astarion to eat.

you glance at him, head tilted - brow taut with interest.

"something on your mind, wizard?"

"not particularly," he replies, trying to avert his gaze. you go back to your task, the barest amusement on your face.

"you're a shit liar." and then, as if you sense that you can't pull more out of him - he feels something electric brush against his spine. the tadpole, your tadpole. you reach out to him through it. the voice in your mind is entangles with his as he allows you to touch his thoughts. you never do so without being careful.

it's...oddly euphoric, makes his stomach feel honeyed with lust. a harsh way of speech coupled by a soft whisper. stop being lewd or you'll cook yourself on a flame.

it's an instant protest, though between you is only silence.

"lewd?" he says in a whisper yell. you don't reply to his exclaiming. nor do you mask your amusement. you're enjoying this. your hands make quick work of flaying the dead sea creature. the head goes into the soup. you dunk the bloodied carcass in water leaving delicate white fish behind, then you use a dagger to carve the bones from it.

the blood stains your fingers. even with the savagery you're always committing, your delicate with the flesh.

you press into his mind, a knowing glance at the way his eyes lock onto the gesture.

gale is hesitant to let you in again. you shrug.

"even if you don't want to tell me what ways you want me to fuck you," you say, low enough so that only gale hears it. "well. you're a bit of a lost cause on hiding it."

gale is so momentarily scandalized he just stops. a smile tugs at your lips as you look at him more directly this time. heat licks at his his calves, a little ashamed as he lets you in.

(the images conjured in his mind are imperfect but vivid. all of them terribly rough. his mind desires it more than his body, to feel the roguish warmth of your palms handle his limbs in ways so untender some gods would consider it against them. a harsh first around his cock or around his throat, thumbs pressing into pulsing heart. hardened touches rounded with tender praise.

fingers inside of him. gale laid out over your lap - tucked into you in some completely vulnerable way.

there's a single undercurrent desire, one for you make a mess of him and it's louder and more attention seeking than all the rest. the need to be under your thumb makes his cock twitch so hard it's painful.

he imagines himself spent in your arms, cumming helplessly. limp against the strength of your chest and arms. the thought makes his physical body shiver.

the idea lingers so deep in the recesses of his mind he wonders if they're being projected right.)

he severs the connection when the embarrassment catches up to him, waiting anxiously for whatever thing you might end up saying. there's a smirk on your face, a salacious little chuckle as you discard bones into a metal bowl fashioned on the slab you cut on. for an elongated moment, you're unreactive. it's so strange gale wonders if he might've conjured up the entire interaction.

you walk yourself around him to put something in the pot - fresh cuts of white meat, before you blow warm air against the back of his neck. he nearly jumps out of his skin.

your words are assured.

"didn't take you for a masochist," you hum, calloused palm underneath the velvet of his nightwear. he looks at you over his shoulder. you make it clear you mean every word of what you'll say. "but i'll fuck you however you wish, lewd wizard. try to focus on dinner for now instead of ogling."

with your task now finished, you place a single long kiss on the nape of gales neck before disappearing completely - slinking off into the night to wash your hands. gale feels blood rush between his legs as he clears his throat.

he grumbles as he waddles over to stir the pot, skin painted with pink and feeling no less horny than before. "easier said then done."

#zero.thoughts #d.rogues love letters #sharess' whisper #gale x reader #bg3 x reader #he deserves to be topped and bullied but i say this about all men i like #but especially especially gale #i spent way too fucking long on this lmaoo #i have an important test in 5 hours i havent studied for at all dfkjfdkj

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yanyah · 5 months

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to die by your side, such a heavenly way to die.

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attapullman · 3 months

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Thinking about movie nights with husband Bob where he blows up the air mattress you got for camping in the living room and takes all the pillows and blankets from all around the house and makes a cozy set up so you can cuddle and watch movies but it always ends up with him fucking you half way through the movie and falling asleep in the living room

nonny!!!

how i desperately need an air mattress movie night with husband bob to watch all the sweet comfort movies you love as he's got you sandwiched between his strong chest and the fuzzy pillows, quoting the funniest lines back to you with that silly voice he breaks out on occasion.

and you're feeling so content and cozy when suddenly you feel it. that monster of a cock poking against your thigh, his sweet face tucked into your neck as he whispers, "we don't have to if you're tired."

WE ARE NEVER TOO TIRED TO FUCK BOB FLOYD!

in the morning you wake up to a flat air mattress, your...overzealous activities a little too much for the mid-grade camping equipment. bob rubs your shoulders and promises you a back rub after coffee and some food.

#letters to mo #husband bob #i love him i need him #i want both smooth shave and stubble bob to whisper against my neck 😫#bob thoughts

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alwaysjustmina · 5 months

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19 but specifically the dew thingy you told me? 😃

19 - snippets of WIPs

As you all know @jazz-bazz has hand written all the letters from my story Letters to Dewdrop and I had said I may have more letters in the future from Dew. While I don't have anything written, my idea is for after Whispers to Rain, is that Dew is trying to heal and he will be away for awhile at a cottage by a lake away from the abbey, either by himself or with others. He will have the letters Rain wrote with him and it will give him the idea to do the same, to get his feelings down on paper for Rain to read at a later date. These will be incredibly hard for him to write as it will explain his thoughts on what he went through, how he feels about Rain and what happened at the end of Whispers. It will be part of the next story arc and will more than likely start after January.

And since I needed clarification on for sure what Jazz wanted, I have also included upon request part of feral Rain/Dew that I'm working on for an anon. It is a follow-up to @papaslittlesunshine

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“You look like shit.” Wow. Words from Dew for the first time in weeks.

He just shrugged and went to the counter to serve himself from the serving dishes. Quickly sitting as far from Dew as he could, wishing he could dissolve into the floor.

They both ate, Rain not knowing that Dew kept looking at him with a pensive look on his face. Even though they were far apart at the table the scent of Dew permeated his every pore. He could feel the fire in his gut intensifying as he sat there longer. Rain wasn’t going to let Dew chase him from this last meal though, he need this last bit of normalcy before it all fell apart for a few weeks.

Dew watched him from the other end of the table, Rain was hunched over his plate, not a normal occurrence, he was always so proper. Between the forkfuls of greens and succulent bits of fish, Dew noticed Rain grasping at his stomach, the quiet keens under his breath. It dawned on Dew that Rain was very near his heat cycle. Desire coursed this him at the thought of Rain once more under his body, writhing in pleasure, only brought on by Dew.

“I would think you would be in your room this close to your cycle.”

Rain’s eyes shot up, his brow furrowed, his eyes, the chocolate bottomless pools, sadness flashed across them. All he could mumble was a soft plea, a plea to leave him alone to suffer in his absolute sadness by himself. He would not cry in front of Dew, he promised himself, even as tears flooded his eyes, threatening to spill over. He quickly looked away, back to his plate.

Dew couldn’t stop himself from his questions, he knew what he had said to Rain. He had meant it, but the reasons behind it were his own. Even as he sat there though, his vision filled with Rain, Rain suffering, he wondered how he would make it through this time on his own. He had heard that he was planning to be by himself.

“Did you not find someone to spend it with?” Rain barely heard Dew with how quietly the words were uttered from his mouth.

“Why do you care, Dew, what does it matter to you what I am doing?”

Dew sighed at the response, “Rain, I still care about you.”

“CARE? H-How, Can’t you just, just, fuck, just leave me alone?” He practically shouted, sputtering the words between the tears that cascaded down his face.

“Of course I care about you, how can you even think I don’t.”

Rain pushed his chair back, the legs sliding across the floor with tremendous sound, echoing through the quiet den. No one to hear it except for the two of them. He gripped the table, as the chair fell over behind him, his plate sliding precariously close to the edge of the table. “Fuck you, Dew.”

Rain rushed to put his plate in the sink behind them, stumbling in his hurried frenzy to get back to the safety of his room, away from Dew, away from the hurt. He didn’t hear Dew push back from the table, his chair silent in comparison to Rain’s. He didn’t hear Dew walk behind him to the sink, he didn’t realize Dew had his arms on both sides around him, until he felt the heat of his body.

“D-Dew, please.”

Dew couldn’t stop himself as he crowded into Rain, nuzzling the strong muscles of Rain’s back against his face. “I miss you.” The words just slipping from his mouth.

Dew could feel Rain’s body tremble against his, he brought his hands front he counter to embrace his body, pulling him in close.

“My heart, is fucking, brok-broken,” Rain sobbed, unable to stop himself as Dew encapsulated him in his arms. Why did it feel so good, but break him apart even more.

Dew turned Rain’s body from the sink to face him, holding him close, Rain barely hanging on his, his arms loose at this side, the rejection he felt wracking his body all over.

Never be anything more.

It repeated in his head, over and over again. He went to push away from Dew, but his strong grip kept him between his arms. He brought his arms to pound at his chest, he couldn’t do this again, even through all the hurt he was still fucking in love with him.

“Please, please Dew, you are fucking killing me.” He begged.

Dew brought his right hand up to wipe away Rain’s tears as they flowed down his cheeks. He didn’t want to hurt Rain, he cared for him so much, but when Rain said he loved him, he shut down. He wasn’t worth his love, Rain was beautiful and pure, Dew was a demon, debauched and devious. He couldn’t give him the love he deserved even more after hearing the things his past relationships had said about him after they ended things. He didn’t think he’d survive the aftermath of Rain saying those things. Rain looking at him with hate in his eyes, it was better to end things now rather than face the hurt later that was inevitable.

Standing here though, with Rain in his arms, he questioned his absolute stupidity. The decision to hurt Rain, rather than letting Rain hurt him later, why would he do that to him.

“Rain,” he murmured next to his neck, inhaling him, he was intoxicating. Being this close to Rain was going to throw him headlong into his heat. He could feel both of their arousal despite the pain of the loss of the other.

“Dew, please, I can’t handle you this close, I was just learning to live without you.”

“I don’t want you to live without me.”

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #snippet #mina writes #ghost fan fiction #fan fiction #raindrop #something in the orange #letters to dewdrop #whispers of rain #ask game #mina answers

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distracteddivination · 9 days

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Dearest Mystra,

Each day without your guiding presence stretches into an eternity. Though I continue my studies and strive to wield the Weave with prudence, it feels a hollow endeavor. The once-vibrant flow of magic now courses through me sluggish and cold, a grim reminder of the connection we've lost.

I seek to understand, Goddess.... W-was I too bold in my pursuit of knowledge? Did my ambition blind me to the delicate balance you uphold? The weight of this Netherese orb is a constant ache not just in my flesh, but within my spirit. My incantations still bear fruit, but the familiar joy of their execution is gone....

Forgive me, Lady of Mysteries, for these doubts arise not from despair but from a desperate longing. Your favor was my guiding star, the wellspring of my confidence. While I still strive for mastery and seek to use my gifts for good, I find myself adrift without your guiding light.

If there is a path toward reconciliation, a means to prove my worth once more, I pray for a sign. Your silence is the most unsettling trial of all.

With a heart burdened but ever hopeful,

Your faithful servant,

Gale

#bg3 #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #parchment whispers #wizard of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #letters #wizard #fuck mystra #bg3 mystra #heartache #emotional #gale needs a hug #mystra you are literally the worst

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nymphd011 · 7 months

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