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@apollos-arc
this took me too long to make
new product for angels who want to lose their wings
fixed it
the fact that this qualifies as an AU never fails to amuse me.
Hanahaki Wesker, where he actually liked being the S.T.A.R.S. captain
Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ 2
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Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ ✧ Absolute Zevlor ✧ Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ
Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ✧ Hᴀʟsɪɴ ✧ Rᴏʟᴀɴ ✧ Gᴀʟᴇ
Gᴏʀᴛᴀsʜ ✧ Asᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ ✧ Aɴᴅ Oᴛʜᴇʀs ♡
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[ BG3 Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ 1 ] ★ [ Rᴜʟᴇs ]
I may speak!!! Hello!
How about the boys and their reaction to us throwing a towel at them when they’re busy, and surprising them naky? ;)
Hehehehehe I love this !
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Gale:
Gale was deep in thought, perusing a spellbook in the dim light of the tent when a wet towel landed on his head, breaking his concentration. He blinked, somewhat perplexed, pulling the damp cloth away.
“What on earth…?” he began, looking up just in time to see you standing there, completely naked.
His eyes widened, and his book fell from his hands as he took in the sight before him. For a moment, he was speechless, his mind racing to catch up with what was happening.
You sauntered closer, a playful smirk on your lips. “You seemed like you could use a distraction,” you purred. Gale's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, a boyish grin spreading across his face.
“Well, this is certainly a… delightful diversion,” he stammered, his voice husky with desire. He stood up, his eyes never leaving yours as he closed the distance between you. His hands gently cupped your face, his touch warm and tender.
“You’re a vision,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. The kiss deepened quickly, your bodies pressing against each other, the warmth of your skin sending shivers down his spine. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you even closer as the world outside the tent seemed to disappear.
“This,” he whispered between kisses, his breath hot against your lips, “is precisely the kind of magic I needed.”
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
Astarion:
Astarion was lounging on a bedroll, meticulously cleaning one of his daggers when a wet towel smacked him right in the face. He peeled it off, looking utterly affronted, but his expression shifted to one of pure mischief as he saw you standing there, completely naked.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled, tossing the towel aside with a flourish. “What do we have here? Have you decided to grace me with the pleasure of your company in the most… tantalizing way?”
You walked towards him, your hips swaying, a playful glint in your eyes. “Thought you might appreciate the view,” you teased, stopping just in front of him.
Astarion’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and detail with an appreciative hum. “Oh, I more than appreciate it,” he said, his voice low and full of desire.
He reached out, his fingers trailing over your arm, sending a shiver through you. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, pulling you down onto the bedroll with a gentle tug.
You straddled his lap, your bodies pressed together, his hands exploring your skin with a combination of reverence and hunger.
“You do know how to make an entrance,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses that made you gasp. His kisses grew more fervent, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer.
You smiled, leaning into him, ready to let the night unfold in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure, knowing that with Astarion, it would indeed be a night to remember.
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Wyll:
The wet towel hit Wyll squarely in the back, and he let out a small huff of annoyance, his posture straightening as he turned around.
"Really? A wet towel?" His voice held a note of playful irritation, but as his eyes settled on you, his expression shifted dramatically.
There you stood, unabashedly naked, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Wyll's annoyance evaporated, replaced by a mix of surprise and amusement. He blinked, taking a moment to fully register the sight before him.
“Well, this is certainly one way to get my attention,” he said as he cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate tone as his eyes roamed appreciatively over your body. You took a step closer, your gaze locked onto his.
"I thought we could use a little… distraction," you said, your voice soft and inviting.
Wyll's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. He let the towel fall to the floor, his irritation completely forgotten. In two swift steps, he closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close.
"You always know how to keep things interesting," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. The touch of his hands sent shivers down your spine, and you chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"It's one of my many talents," you replied, your voice laced with playful confidence.
Wyll's lips met yours in a deep, lingering kiss, his hands exploring your body with a gentle urgency. The playful moment turned into something far more passionate, and you both eagerly embraced the intimacy that followed, losing yourselves in the warmth and closeness of the moment.
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Halsin:
The wet towel landed on Halsin’s broad shoulder with a wet slap, and he turned around, a frown of mild irritation creasing his forehead.
"Must you be so careless, my love? I was-" he started, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. But then his eyes widened as he took in the sight of you, standing there naked and utterly unashamed.
Halsin's frown vanished, replaced by a look of genuine surprise and interest. He blinked once, then twice, as if to ensure he wasn't imagining things.
"Well, this is… unexpected," he said, his voice softening, a twinkle of amusement and desire flickering in his eyes. You stepped towards him, a mischievous smile on your lips.
"I thought we could have some fun," you said, your voice low and sultry.
Halsin's gaze roamed over your body, and you could see the spark of desire in his eyes. His lips curved into a slow smile, and he let out a low, appreciative hum.
"You certainly know how to change the mood," he said, his voice rich with affection and growing desire. You moved closer, your hands resting on his broad chest.
"I aim to please," you murmured, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.
Halsin's strong arms encircled you, pulling you gently against him. He tilted your chin up with gentle fingers and kissed you deeply, the connection between you igniting a fire that banished any irritation he had felt. His touch was tender yet insistent, his hands exploring your body with a reverence that made your heart race.
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Rolan:
The wet towel smacked against Rolan's back, and he spun around, ready to deliver a scolding.
"What in the Hells do you think you're—" His voice cut off abruptly as his eyes landed on you. Standing there, naked, with a mischievous smile curling your lips.
Rolan blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. His initial irritation melted away, replaced by a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Well," he finally said, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, "this certainly wasn't what I expected."
You took a step closer, your gaze locked onto his. "I thought we could use a little… distraction," you said, your voice soft and inviting. "You've just been working so hard lately.."
Rolan's lips curved into a slow, appreciative smile. The wet towel fell forgotten to the floor as he closed the distance between you in a few swift strides.
"Mm I guess a little break is warranted,," he murmured, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You always know exactly what I need."
"It's one of my many talents," you replied, your voice laced with playful confidence.
"Well, we should explore more of your talents then.." Rolan's lips met yours in a deep, lingering kiss, his hands exploring your body with a gentle urgency. The playful moment had turned into something far more passionate, and you both eagerly embraced the intimacy that followed, losing yourselves in the warmth and closeness of the moment.
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Raphael:
The wet towel hit Raphael's back, and he turned slowly, a dark cloud of irritation shadowing his features. His eyes narrowed as he fixed you with a penetrating stare. You saw the flicker of something more primal, more demonic, in his eyes, and for a heartbeat, you thought he might ascend into his devilish form. But then froze, his gaze locking onto your naked form. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, a dangerous glint appeared in them. His expression shifted, the initial anger melting into a blend of amusement and desire. He let out a low, almost purring chuckle.
"Well, well, well," Raphael drawled, his voice dripping with seductive menace. "This is certainly an intriguing surprise."
You stepped closer, a mix of anticipation and a touch of nervousness. "I thought we could… have some fun," you said, your voice softer now.
Raphael's eyes roamed over your body, his gaze lingering in a way that made your heart race. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you, his presence both intimidating and intoxicating.
"You, my darling, are lucky I have such a soft spot for you, anyone else would be descending into the deepest pit of hell for such an affront." he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper. His hand reached out, trailing a finger down your arm, sending shivers through you. "But at leas there was a vallant purpose."
You met his gaze, your breath catching in your throat. "I only aim to please," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
Raphael's lips twisted into a predatory smile. He pulled you close, his touch firm and possessive. "Then please me," he commanded softly, his mouth descending to capture yours in a kiss that was both domineering and intoxicating.
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Hope you all enjoyed this ! - Seluney xox
Desperate for HCs for the men with a "crybaby" SO (in the nsfw sense)
Okay this prompt turned out to be way harder than I thought it would be, so I tried my best! Thank you so much to @savriea for your help with the Gale part! What you wrote for him was the best and I am so grateful for your help! I hope you enjoy!
Rolan, Raphael, Halsin, Astarion, Wyll, and Gale!
Rolan
↪"Gods above! "
Reactions to Durge getting lost in the sauce during a battle
Warnings : Dark Urge storyline spoilers !! visceral descriptions of gore, blood, just general human suffering and pain. Minsc and Jaheira being added is purely platonic.
A/n : I still haven't finished my durge playthrough but I'm loving it so much. Astarion being romanced by durge is just canon like the interactions are amazingly written. I love Orin so much more now she's really just irredeemable but in a way where you feel so horrible for her because of her backstory. UGHH I LOVE THIS GAME
Characters : Astarion, Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach, Lae'zel, Minthara, Haslin, Raphael, Jaheira, Minsc, Rolan, Gortash
▢ astarion
Astarion watches as you just completely desecrate a corpse with an almost scholarly fascination. Limbs flying, skin tearing, blood everywhere, and you’re just staring on with a sharpness to your eyes, watching every shiver of pain, every twist of agony you elicit from your victi- enemies. Enemies.
Subtly, a smile of pleasure curls to your lips as you twist a guy’s head in a way it definitely shouldn’t twist.
"My dear, you really do know how to put on a show!" He claps, a ruby red of just pure and utter delught swirling in his eyes, "The way that spine cracked? Exquisite. And the scream? A bit drawn-out, but it had character."
He leans in, lowering his voice with a smirk. "All that to protect little old me?" He reached out, smearing a drop of blood that landed on your cheek and licking it off his thumb with a little hum of delight," Darling, I'm honoured."
He's kind of turned on. But only kind of.
Not that he'd admit it to your cute face.
▢ shadowheart
Shadowheart watches, aghast, as you brutalize some poor fool—ripping off limbs, carving symbols into their chest for fun. She's even more horrified when she hears the light chuckle that falls from your lips as you do it, pinching the bridge of her nose as yet another body part hits the ground with a sickening thump.
"Do you… have to do all of that?" she asks, pretty green eyes squeezed shut like she’s trying to erase the image from her mind. "Like, really. Was any of that necessary?"
When you shrug and tell her, "It’s art, Shadowheart," she lets out the longest, most exhausted sigh known to mortals. One would think she's dealing with a child and not the person she unfortunately, foolishly fell in love with.
"Thank the Gods that you love me. I don't think I would appreciate you using my intestines as a necklace." she mutters, stepping over a severed head with a grimace and ignoring when you laugh out an amused 'but that sounds romantic!'
▢ gale
Gale barely has time to process what just happened. One moment, you’re fighting. The next? There’s viscera everywhere. He watches as you rip a man’s jaw clean off before beating another guy to death with it.
His face goes pale. "Oh my gods."
He swallows, looking from the carnage to you, who are just beaming with satisfaction, like a cat who had brought a bird to their owner.
You were cute, at least. He'd admit that much. But also... what the fuck?
"You know, there’s a certain… efficiency to combat. A finesse. A subtlety." He gestures vaguely to the massacred corpses, a displeased frown etched to his lips. "This? This is not that."
When you ask if he’s impressed, he clears his throat, "I’m... something." he mutters, deciding he’s just not going to look at the rivers of blood pooling at your feet.
▢ karlach
Karlach was cheering you on at first—because, hey, battle’s fun! But then you start sculpting with intestines and rearranging body parts like a twisted art piece, crushing heads with your bare hands like it was nothing, and she slowly lowers her weapons.
"Holy fuck."
You turn to her, absolutely dripping in blood, eyes gleaming with an unhinged joy, "Did you see that?! The way his head popped like a zit?!" You cackle," funniest shit I've ever seen!"
Karlach forces a grin. "Haha… Hells yeah! That was… a thing you did!"
She pats your shoulder (hesitantly, because wow, that’s a lot of organs just... covering you), "Uh… y’know, if you ever wanna, like, talk about stuff—just saying! No judgment! Totally normal to, uh… enjoy your work no matter how bloody it gets!"
She loves you with all her mechanical heart but she's definitely gonna have a few nightmares.
At least you'll be there to scare them away!
▢ lae'zel
Lae’zel stands there, arms crossed, watching you brutalize an enemy into an unrecognizable pulp. You rip a guy’s throat out with your teeth, and she just nods approvingly.
"Efficient," she comments.
You stab a man so many times that it’s unclear where his torso ends and his legs begin. She raises an eyebrow. "A bit excessive."
Finally, you tear out someone’s heart and crush it in your bare hands, laughing as their blood splatters across your face. Lae’zel blinks.
"... I want you." she says simply.
▢ wyll
Wyll watches in abject horror as you pulverize a man into paste. There’s nothing left. Just chunks.
"Gods above!" he yells, visibly shaken. "What in the Nine Hells was that?"
You wipe some stray blood from your cheek and raise a brow at him like he was overreacting, "Just some creative problem-solving."
"Creative—?!" He rubs his temples, taking a deep breath. "Look, I know you’ve got… impulses… but we could try, I don’t know, leaving people with their limbs attached?"
When you respond with, "Why? They weren’t using them well enough," he just walks away, shaking his head and muttering 'how am I in love with you.'
He needs a drink. Maybe a godsdamned priest.
Preferably not a Bhaalist priest.
▢ minthara
Minthara watches as you brutalize an enemy beyond recognition, her expression unreadable. The slimy sounds of organs being played with. The gross thuds of limbs dropping from being torn off. You finish your grotesque display, turning to her expectantly.
She steps forward, her voice dangerously low. "That," she murmurs, "was magnificent."
A smirk tugs at her lips as she looks over the carnage. "A true artist," she purrs. Then, she leans in, lowering her voice so only you can hear:
"Next time, let me join in. I love a good partnered project."
▢ halsin
Halsin is visibly struggling. He’s seen nature’s brutality—seen beasts devour their prey, seen the circle of life in all its rawness. But this? This is excessive.
You stand proudly amid the wreckage of what were once people, now just a pathetic meat pile of limbs and organs, wiping the blood off your hands like it’s just another day. Halsin exhales, rubbing his temples.
"Violence is sometimes necessary," he says, "but must you… revel in it?"
You just grin. "It’s fun."
He gives you the most disapproving dad stare possible, "You and I," he mutters, "are going to have a long talk about balance."
▢ raphael
Raphael watches with rapt attention as you utterly annihilate your enemies. Like it was some grotesque stageplay.
Blood fountains, bones splinter, and you don’t just kill—you obliterate.
As the last body falls, you look over and see him giving you a slow, deliberate golf clap.
"My, my," he purrs, stepping closer. "You, my dear, are a symphony of destruction." His grin is all teeth. "Have you considered putting such… passion to better use?"
You raise an eyebrow," You offering me a job?"
He chuckles, eyes gleaming. "I’m saying, my sweet, that I do so love a person who enjoys their work." He winks. "Offering a job? No. A place next to me on a vastly comfortable throne? Yes."
▢ rolan
Rolan was ready to be impressed. But then you turned a fight into a goddamn horror show, and now he’s just staring.
"What in the name of Mystra’s left tit was that?!" he exclaims, gesturing wildly at the pile of human confetti you just created.
You shrug. "Enthusiasm."
He rubs his face. "That was not enthusiasm. That was anatomical experimentation. That was gleeful carnage."
A pause. Then he crosses his arms, eyes narrowing in scholarly thought, "why in the hells do I find it so hot??"
▢ gortash
Gortash observes, arms crossed, as you pulverize an enemy into an unrecognizable pile of gore. Blood drips from your fingertips as you step back to admire your handiwork—organs strewn about, bones shattered, a severed head still twitching.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, he exhales sharply through his nose, a chuckle.
"You always did have a flair for the dramatic," he muses, sounding almost… fond. His eyes flicker over the carnage before returning to you, sharp and calculating,"No hesitation. No mercy. Just raw, brutal efficiency."
He steps forward, voice lowering, amusement curling at the edges, "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to impress me."
When you give him an irratted expression—blood still smeared across your lips—he grins slyly, slow and knowing. "Ah, but that’s the thing, isn’t it? You don’t even have to try."
He looks over the battlefield, a mixture of admiration and something else lurking beneath the surface—nostalgia, maybe? Pride?
"This? This is the monster I remember." His smirk widens and he leaned close to your face, thumb brushing over the blood splattered on your bottom lip, "And oh, how I have missed them."
▢ minsc
The man watches as you annihilate an enemy in the most grotesque, unnecessarily brutal way possible. Limbs flying, blood everywhere, a head soaring through the air like it’s auditioning for a circus act. He blinks. Once. Twice. Then looks down at Boo.
"Boo, avert your tiny eyes!" He quickly cups the little hamster in his massive hands.
When the carnage finally settles, he peers at you with an expression torn between admiration and slight concern,"You fight with the strength of a berserker and the creativity of a very enthusiastic butcher!" He pats you on the back—hard enough to nearly knock the wind out of you, "It is good! But maybe… less good for keeping friends with weak stomachs!"
Then he grins. "But do not worry! Boo and I have seen worse. Probably." he frowns," Maybe." Then he shakes his head, giving you an apologetic look," Actually, no, we have not, but that is what makes adventure exciting!"
▢ jaheira
Watches you rip through an enemy like a rabid beast. There’s nothing left intact by the time you’re finished—just bits and pieces, flung in every direction like you got bored and decided to redecorate with viscera.
She slowly raises an eyebrow, scolding and preparing herself to lecture you, arms crossed, waiting for you to be done. When you finally turn to her, grinning, she sighs.
"Are you finished, or do you need to desecrate the remains a little longer?" She gestures to the raining blood, "Perhaps a little interpretive dance in the entrails?"
You just shrug. "They deserved it."
Jaheira pinches the bridge of her nose. "I am far too old for this." Then she mutters something about "damn bloodthirsty children" and starts walking away—because if she stands there any longer, she might have to tell you off for battlefield inefficiency.
But as she leaves, she throws one last glance over her shoulder and smirks,"Next time? Try to at least leave a body for looting. Otherwise, what’s the point?"
What an unbothered queen.
The BG3 men manhandling you to safety:
Astarion:
The battle had devolved into the kind of messy, sprawling chaos that made strategy feel like a distant memory. Mud clung to your boots, smoke stung your eyes, and the clash of weapons rang endlessly in your ears as you pushed forward through the press of enemies with stubborn determination. You were tired, bruised, and running purely on adrenaline, but the sight of the enemy captain retreating toward the far side of the field lit a spark of reckless resolve in your chest.
If you could just reach them—just land one decisive blow— oh, the rush to your ego was just too sweet, so you surged ahead. Blissfully unaware that, behind you, somewhere in the shifting haze of battle, Astarion had noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
MACABREBATZ’S KINKTOBER 2025 MASTERLIST
(Baldur’s Gate 3 Edition)
In which I write a little bit of filth each day for October about BG3 characters because why not? I’ll add links to this list every day as I post. These will be shorter than my average oneshots just so I can stay persistent. Every post will have its own warnings/tags so be sure to read those. These are all reader inserts. Also this is my first time writing for Kinktober so I can't guarantee that I'll finish all of this on time BUT I will finish it, even if it bleeds into November lol.
Also some of these ideas came from @mrfancyfoot ‘s BG3 Kinktober 2025 prompts. I wanted to do some of their prompts because they gave me such good ideas.
I hope you all enjoy! Happy reading, first post is on Oct. 1st (unless I cave and post the first one early)! Links will appear below the cut along with summaries of each day.
KINKTOBER DAY 29 - TOUCH STARVED (Raphael/Haarlep/Reader)
Summary: Haarlep and Raphael have purposely not touched you in weeks. Now they toy with you.
Author’s Note: Sorry this is late! We’re almost done with Kinktober and thank goodness because I’m running out of steam lol. But I’m so determined to finish this month.
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, reader has a vagina, no gendered pronouns for reader, he/they pronouns for Haarlep, reader is in a relationship with Raphael and he occasionally lets Haarlep have fun with you (with his permission), you don’t get permission one time, punishments (Haarlep gets off easy, you don’t), touch starved reader, teasing, orgasm denial, threesome, oral, vaginal fingering, missionary sex, not beta read
How they show love — bg3
A tribute to the last patch of bg3 and in honour of starting my 12th playthrough (I haven’t finished a single one so far)
Pairing: Astarion, Gale, Gortash, Raphael (+Haarlep) x gn!reader
Summary: How do they express their love for you, their love language and a bonus scenario.
Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive in parts
Words: 4.1k
Note: this is kinda popping off soo if you’re interested in receiving a written letter by your favourite character, I’m hosting a small event on my blog and anyone can participate!
(Not ascended)
Astarion Ancunín // The Pale Elf
Words — 1k
Nibbling and biting.
This one is quite obvious. Although Astarion sinks his fangs into your neck every now and then to enjoy a treat, he also enjoys nibbling on you just because. His favourite areas to do so are your hands and fingers, shoulder and cheek. Biting your fingers in boredom when you are in bed with him, in his arms, you not paying attention to him while flipping pages through a book.
What else is he supposed to do other than take your free hand and nibble on your finger while silently brooding about you being oh so busy. Your hand is also a pleasant alternative.
Your shoulder feels like the perfect place to trail featherlight kisses followed by small nibbles here and there, firm enough for you to arch into them but soft enough to not make you bleed. He doesn’t always have the need to chomp down and suck your blood out, you know.
That’s why Astarion sometimes leans down, bites and pull on your cheek a little instead of placing a small kiss. It’s silly, but it makes you giggle and wince in surprise so that’s perfect reason to keep doing it, especially when you expect a kiss and not him to bite you.
“I can’t help myself dear. You are too delicious for me to resist, with or without blood, although a little snack would be a good bonus. If you’ll let me…”
Words of affirmation and/or sweet nothings.
You are used to Astarion flirting with you all day and night, but you notice how they slowly became less and less shameless and more sincere, in a way. Not that they weren’t sincere before.
Could I request smut headcanons for astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, and wyll being teased by his female s/o that he came in his pants/underwear please?
omg im so sorry this took so long but arcane has a grip on me that is just SO tight. also, i'm sorry but i couldn't think of a way to make this prompt work for kar'niss, thus he won't be present in this sorryyy
─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : astarion, gale, halsin, raphael, haarlep, rolan, wyll
─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : smut, reader being a dom if you squint for some of the men in this, teasing, reader being a teasing shit, fem!reader, no use of y/n
─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 2,2k (~ 300 words per characters)
( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)
it must have been a hot minute (aka before patch 5) since the last time i played a dark urge character that chose not to ally with gortash, because the way these screenshots just took me right out at the kneecaps
for context, this is his reaction to selecting "for what it's worth, i think i always liked you too. but this is how it has to be"
(and actually just before this, too, when durge shows up after having destroyed the steel watch foundry, he is visibly hurt by what he perceives as a betrayal!!)
then archcunt mode activates and he's so much more brutal than he is with vanilla tav 😬 babygirl is so mad that they skipped the fuck around phase and went straight to find out
"your bones will be a souvenir of what could've been" anyway he's not taking rejection well
A visit from a devil you know.
archdevil supreme……………