The Forest VVitch

28. depressed healthcare worker. eclectic green witch. smut author. current obsession: Baldurs Gate 3 and the Pansexual vampire twink

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 12/29 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Cazador Szarr Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Before Astarion is a vampire, Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Sexual Assault, slowish burn, Teasing, Dominant Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Magistrate Astarion, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Master/Servant, Dubious Consent, Astarion is an asshole in the beginning, Angst with a Happy Ending, I'm bad at dungeons and dragons lore, Don't Judge Me, pleasure slaves are common and normal, i just wanna fuck the pansexual vampire twink, it's not too much to ask Summary:

The warmth burned from the inside out, her chest heaving from the exertion of moving in time with the body underneath her. Every muscle spasmed and ached, exhaustion clawing at her chest and threatening to climb up to her brain soon enough. She didn’t know how much more of this her body could take. Cool hands ran down the length of her skin, wandering in places only she dared touch recently. The coolness of the touch barely abated the fire in her skin, and she desperately wished that it would, if only to give her some aspect of respite. Sharp teeth carved little lines against her throat and cheeks, sanguine tears leaking from every little wound in her skin, reaching down to their creator. Soft, supple lips caressed her skin, asking and aching to pull more pleasure from her skin and soul. Oh, her soul; it craved to give in. It ached to release to the body underneath her. It was a wonder it hadn’t already. It was a miracle she could even remember her own name.

[eclecticshadowwitch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 11/29 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Cazador Szarr Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Before Astarion is a vampire, Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Sexual Assault, slowish burn, Teasing, Dominant Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Magistrate Astarion, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Master/Servant, Dubious Consent, Astarion is an asshole in the beginning, Angst with a Happy Ending, I'm bad at dungeons and dragons lore, Don't Judge Me, pleasure slaves are common and normal, i just wanna fuck the pansexual vampire twink, it's not too much to ask Summary:

The warmth burned from the inside out, her chest heaving from the exertion of moving in time with the body underneath her. Every muscle spasmed and ached, exhaustion clawing at her chest and threatening to climb up to her brain soon enough. She didn’t know how much more of this her body could take. Cool hands ran down the length of her skin, wandering in places only she dared touch recently. The coolness of the touch barely abated the fire in her skin, and she desperately wished that it would, if only to give her some aspect of respite. Sharp teeth carved little lines against her throat and cheeks, sanguine tears leaking from every little wound in her skin, reaching down to their creator. Soft, supple lips caressed her skin, asking and aching to pull more pleasure from her skin and soul. Oh, her soul; it craved to give in. It ached to release to the body underneath her. It was a wonder it hadn’t already. It was a miracle she could even remember her own name.

[eclecticshadowwitch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/29 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Cazador Szarr Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Before Astarion is a vampire, Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Sexual Assault, slowish burn, Teasing, Dominant Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Magistrate Astarion, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Master/Servant, Dubious Consent, Astarion is an asshole in the beginning, Angst with a Happy Ending, I'm bad at dungeons and dragons lore, Don't Judge Me, pleasure slaves are common and normal, i just wanna fuck the pansexual vampire twink, it's not too much to ask Summary:

The warmth burned from the inside out, her chest heaving from the exertion of moving in time with the body underneath her. Every muscle spasmed and ached, exhaustion clawing at her chest and threatening to climb up to her brain soon enough. She didn’t know how much more of this her body could take. Cool hands ran down the length of her skin, wandering in places only she dared touch recently. The coolness of the touch barely abated the fire in her skin, and she desperately wished that it would, if only to give her some aspect of respite. Sharp teeth carved little lines against her throat and cheeks, sanguine tears leaking from every little wound in her skin, reaching down to their creator. Soft, supple lips caressed her skin, asking and aching to pull more pleasure from her skin and soul. Oh, her soul; it craved to give in. It ached to release to the body underneath her. It was a wonder it hadn’t already. It was a miracle she could even remember her own name.

[eclecticshadowwitch]

Chapters: 8/29 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Cazador Szarr Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Before Astarion is a vampire, Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Sexual Assault, slowish burn, Teasing, Dominant Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Magistrate Astarion, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Master/Servant, Dubious Consent, Astarion is an asshole in the beginning, Angst with a Happy Ending, I'm bad at dungeons and dragons lore, Don't Judge Me, pleasure slaves are common and normal, i just wanna fuck the pansexual vampire twink, it's not too much to ask Summary:

The warmth burned from the inside out, her chest heaving from the exertion of moving in time with the body underneath her. Every muscle spasmed and ached, exhaustion clawing at her chest and threatening to climb up to her brain soon enough. She didn’t know how much more of this her body could take. Cool hands ran down the length of her skin, wandering in places only she dared touch recently. The coolness of the touch barely abated the fire in her skin, and she desperately wished that it would, if only to give her some aspect of respite. Sharp teeth carved little lines against her throat and cheeks, sanguine tears leaking from every little wound in her skin, reaching down to their creator. Soft, supple lips caressed her skin, asking and aching to pull more pleasure from her skin and soul. Oh, her soul; it craved to give in. It ached to release to the body underneath her. It was a wonder it hadn’t already. It was a miracle she could even remember her own name.

[eclecticshadowwitch]

My current recent twitter posts about the pansexual vampire twink, human-rights-violation disaster I call my husband.

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Photography by Gina Iacob

[eclecticshadowwitch]

Source: Linked in Photo

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Source: Linked in Picture

[eclecticshadowwitch]

It's really funny that you choose ad-free for 30 minutes and then you scroll down and see an Ad.

[tadfools]

Halsin and Jaheira watching the rest of the Tadfools have a psychic conversation and waiting for Tav to drop a context clue to what’s going on

[eclecticshadowwitch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/29 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Cazador Szarr Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Before Astarion is a vampire, Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Sexual Assault, slowish burn, Teasing, Dominant Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Magistrate Astarion, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Master/Servant, Dubious Consent, Astarion is an asshole in the beginning, Angst with a Happy Ending, I'm bad at dungeons and dragons lore, Don't Judge Me, pleasure slaves are common and normal, i just wanna fuck the pansexual vampire twink, it's not too much to ask Summary:

The warmth burned from the inside out, her chest heaving from the exertion of moving in time with the body underneath her. Every muscle spasmed and ached, exhaustion clawing at her chest and threatening to climb up to her brain soon enough. She didn’t know how much more of this her body could take. Cool hands ran down the length of her skin, wandering in places only she dared touch recently. The coolness of the touch barely abated the fire in her skin, and she desperately wished that it would, if only to give her some aspect of respite. Sharp teeth carved little lines against her throat and cheeks, sanguine tears leaking from every little wound in her skin, reaching down to their creator. Soft, supple lips caressed her skin, asking and aching to pull more pleasure from her skin and soul. Oh, her soul; it craved to give in. It ached to release to the body underneath her. It was a wonder it hadn’t already. It was a miracle she could even remember her own name.

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Headshot.

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Holyshit

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responses to avantika flirting with beau

[artemiswasamerf]

Waiting for your friend to get into her house after dropping her off like

[just-shower-thoughts]

Lunchables are M.R.E. for children.