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Knowledge is empowering

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✨don't judge book by it's cover✨

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Bard casts vicious mockery: “Hag-shouldered scum-vestige!”

Graphic designer casts vicious mockery:

[Another 100% fake cover to go along with the first one. Note, no burn intended on Withers here! He’s currently the most sought-after party planner in Faerun.]

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Tw: pillow humping, masturbation, pre-game canon

NSFW under the cut | minors dni

NGL I like to think it's a combination of being lonely (re horny) after Mystra cast him aside.

Like imagining he held out for the first few months – he has pride after all. Plus, he had his studies, and the idea of doing such in front of or near Tara put him off. And it worked well!

During the Winter.

But then spring comes. And it starts getting warmer and warmer at night, and cooling spells only do so much. So his thick robes give way to thinner ones. And he reads somewhere that sleeping with your legs raised will help his ever increasing back aches – so an extra pillow it was.

Now he's no stranger to the odd nocturnal emission – he's a learned scholar (who was also once a teenage boy) – so the first time it happens, he thinks it a fluke. He thinks he simply rolled over after a very pleasant dream. No matter. It was laundry day anyway. And his back did feel a little better.

Except it happens again...two nights later.

And now he's perplexed. He's not a young man anymore. His body wasn't as spry as it once was. But he shrugs it off, surely nothing nefarious was happening.

But it happens every other night for the next two weeks, and finally he begins to catch on. It's summer now. Too hot for even his lightest sleeping robes. And then he feels it. Truly feels it. The satin silk of his pillow case on his balls as he moved to get comfortable. It was like lightning zipping up his spine.

Oh.

He furrows his brow, trying to ignore the hardening of his cock and the near instinctive way his hips jerk to cause the sensation to happen again. It's not til he's fully hard that he thinks to feel that same silk around his cock.

He flips, letting out a soft whine when his aching cock comes in contact with the soft, semi-warm surface of his pillow. He's flushed, embarrassment settling over his heart. He takes a sobering breath. Pauses as the pounding in his chest slows down. And then he shifts.

It's like torture. Each shift of his hips driving molten pleasure down his spine. But he doesn't dare go too fast. He doesn't dare let his heart thud in his ears, but he wants to chase the pleasure he'd denied himself for so long.

He can't seem to stop. Instead, he shifts his weight to one hand, using the other to lightly press against the untouched ridge of his cock. A small pocket of warmth that encased him.

Suddenly it's a race to the end. A struggle not to be to loud, sharp whimpers falling from his lips. A race to get there before he felt as if he'd explode – each stroke almost enough to topple over the edge.

Still, when he comes it catches him off guard. A shocked gasp escaping his mouth as rope after rope of his cum paints his pillow and the sheets underneath.

He collapses next to the mess. He considers, briefly, changing the sheets. But sleep takes him faster than he can make a decision. All he knows is that he'll definitely do that again.

Why HAVE we all decided en masse that Gale is a pillow humper? How did this conclusion happen? Scholarly articles accepted via DMs and reblogs

#baldur's gate #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3

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Dark Urge

I need him to be a romancable companion... My Tav needs him. huge thanks and dedication to @dracobrooklyn for feeding me and brainrotting with me <3

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I'm sure this has been asked before but I haven't seen it and I'm curious:

#voice 6 scratches my brain #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tav

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concept: me, without anxiety, drinking loose leaf earl grey tea and eating freshly baked bread somewhere where the air is cool and wet with someone who makes me feel valuable and safe. 

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i'm sorry but this is the only submission to this trend that i'll consider giving any thought to

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pretty cool ship you've got there. have you considered adding another guy to it though

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if githyanki so evil, why so cute?

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I think too much when I can't sleep. This is definitely not proofread but please enjoy a tiny look into my never-ending neighbor fantasy. nsfw 18+ Neighbor!Price who tries his best to hide his attraction to you knowing he’s too old for you but often fails miserably. Looking at you up and down when you wave at him from your front porch, his eyes fixed on your exposed legs while giving you a tight-lipped smile. A raspy “Good morning, doll” leaving his lips as he walks past your shared fence towards his car.  

Neighbor!Price who’s been positively obsessed with you since the day you first moved in. He can remember everything from the day you two met, all the way from the innocent smile you gave him as he introduced himself, down to the small tank top you were wearing, and the way your sweat made it stick to your body from the effort of carrying in your boxes.  

Neighbor!Price who let you know you could count on him for anything you might need, telling you he wants to make sure you do okay. A sweet young thing like you living in that big house all alone, it’s not odd for him to care, or something like that he said.   

“I mean it, love. Anything, anytime.” his deep voice, along with that signature stern look on his face easily sent chills down your spine ever since. You softly nodded your head, assuring him you won’t hesitate to call him.   

Neighbor!Price who was delighted to see you that evening when he opened his front door. His eyes immediately darted to your soaked shirt without any shame, clearing his throat at the sight of your wet cleavage that was practically begging for his attention.   

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked with a low tone once he met your gaze again, noticing the distressed look in your eyes. A deep loud laugh left his lips when you explained how you noticed your sink was leaking, and in the process of fixing it, you seemed to have made the problem worse.   

Neighbor!Price who went to help you without a second thought, walking into your home as if he had been there a million times, going straight to your bathroom to find and hopefully fix the mess you made. Working in silence and pretending he couldn’t tell you seemed to be in a trance staring at every part of him while he worked, his arms certainly catching most of your attention.  

Neighbor!Price who felt a fire erupt in his chest when you engulfed him in a quick hug once he was done. The softness of your voice when you thanked him not helping at all as he tried his hardest to be a gentleman. But God was it hard when your tits pressed up against him like that.  

Neighbor!Price who snapped out of his daydream when you asked if there’s anything you could do to thank him. 

“A drink would be good” he hummed in response, following you into the kitchen while trying to push the nasty thoughts to the back of his mind and ignore the growing ache in his pants.  

Neighbor!Price who was practically torturing himself by staying next to you, only having half a mind to hear the words to whatever silly story you were telling him. Nods and hums were his only response while he finished his glass.   

Neighbor!Price who decided to be quick with his goodnight, knowing it was only a matter of time before he gave in and did something stupid.   

“Thanks again,” you said with a sweet smile, looking up at him with those doe eyes while you stood next to the door.  

“It’s my pleasure.” the rasp in his tone gave away how much he was restraining himself, but thankfully you were oblivious to his current predicament, at least that’s what he told himself.   

“If you need me, you know what to do” he gave you a playful wink before stepping out, feeling your eyes follow him while he returned to his house.  

Neighbor!Price who couldn’t go to sleep that night until he stroked his cock at the thought of how he could’ve bent you over that kitchen counter and showed you exactly how much he wanted to help you.

Your name fell from his lips like prayer while he pictured how you could’ve thanked him with your pretty pink lips wrapped around his leaking tip, looking up at him with those innocent eyes that made him ache to ruin you.   

Neighbor!Price who came with a loud grunt that vibrated through the back of his throat; eyes tightly shut as he imagined his cum dripping onto your big round tits instead of his bedsheets.   

Slow strokes and deep breaths helped him come down from the high; head falling back against the soft pillows as he opened his eyes again. Swearing to himself this would be the last time he thought of you like that, just like he did every night. 

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I think too much when I can't sleep. This is definitely not proofread but please enjoy a tiny look into my never-ending neighbor fantasy. nsfw 18+ Neighbor!Price who tries his best to hide his attraction to you knowing he’s too old for you but often fails miserably. Looking at you up and down when you wave at him from your front porch, his eyes fixed on your exposed legs while giving you a tight-lipped smile. A raspy “Good morning, doll” leaving his lips as he walks past your shared fence towards his car.  

Neighbor!Price who’s been positively obsessed with you since the day you first moved in. He can remember everything from the day you two met, all the way from the innocent smile you gave him as he introduced himself, down to the small tank top you were wearing, and the way your sweat made it stick to your body from the effort of carrying in your boxes.  

Neighbor!Price who let you know you could count on him for anything you might need, telling you he wants to make sure you do okay. A sweet young thing like you living in that big house all alone, it’s not odd for him to care, or something like that he said.   

“I mean it, love. Anything, anytime.” his deep voice, along with that signature stern look on his face easily sent chills down your spine ever since. You softly nodded your head, assuring him you won’t hesitate to call him.   

Neighbor!Price who was delighted to see you that evening when he opened his front door. His eyes immediately darted to your soaked shirt without any shame, clearing his throat at the sight of your wet cleavage that was practically begging for his attention.   

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked with a low tone once he met your gaze again, noticing the distressed look in your eyes. A deep loud laugh left his lips when you explained how you noticed your sink was leaking, and in the process of fixing it, you seemed to have made the problem worse.   

Neighbor!Price who went to help you without a second thought, walking into your home as if he had been there a million times, going straight to your bathroom to find and hopefully fix the mess you made. Working in silence and pretending he couldn’t tell you seemed to be in a trance staring at every part of him while he worked, his arms certainly catching most of your attention.  

Neighbor!Price who felt a fire erupt in his chest when you engulfed him in a quick hug once he was done. The softness of your voice when you thanked him not helping at all as he tried his hardest to be a gentleman. But God was it hard when your tits pressed up against him like that.  

Neighbor!Price who snapped out of his daydream when you asked if there’s anything you could do to thank him. 

“A drink would be good” he hummed in response, following you into the kitchen while trying to push the nasty thoughts to the back of his mind and ignore the growing ache in his pants.  

Neighbor!Price who was practically torturing himself by staying next to you, only having half a mind to hear the words to whatever silly story you were telling him. Nods and hums were his only response while he finished his glass.   

Neighbor!Price who decided to be quick with his goodnight, knowing it was only a matter of time before he gave in and did something stupid.   

“Thanks again,” you said with a sweet smile, looking up at him with those doe eyes while you stood next to the door.  

“It’s my pleasure.” the rasp in his tone gave away how much he was restraining himself, but thankfully you were oblivious to his current predicament, at least that’s what he told himself.   

“If you need me, you know what to do” he gave you a playful wink before stepping out, feeling your eyes follow him while he returned to his house.  

Neighbor!Price who couldn’t go to sleep that night until he stroked his cock at the thought of how he could’ve bent you over that kitchen counter and showed you exactly how much he wanted to help you.

Your name fell from his lips like prayer while he pictured how you could’ve thanked him with your pretty pink lips wrapped around his leaking tip, looking up at him with those innocent eyes that made him ache to ruin you.   

Neighbor!Price who came with a loud grunt that vibrated through the back of his throat; eyes tightly shut as he imagined his cum dripping onto your big round tits instead of his bedsheets.   

Slow strokes and deep breaths helped him come down from the high; head falling back against the soft pillows as he opened his eyes again. Swearing to himself this would be the last time he thought of you like that, just like he did every night. 

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you know i have never heard a convincing arguement as to why AO3 should not moderate the content that is posted to their website and i think a lot of the arguement against moderation on AO3 boils down to, terminally online people thinks community moderation is the same as government censorship and personally sending the cops to someone’s house to arrest them irl/

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At the end of my rope and it keeps getting longer like some sort of clown handkerchief bit?

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Love In The Dark // Adele

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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for