#boo squeaks

[boo-moved]

You don't like hampter? 🐹 squeak squeak?

[boobootheslutty]

I may have an intoxication kink

[boobootheslutty]

I know drider's don't have genitalia, buuuuut the idea of like Kar'niss having a cock, but it's trapped beneath his plates, squishing and pinching whenever he gets hard. Trapping it within and unable to be seen whenever he gets hard... yeagh

[boo-moved]

Minsc we need to kill this guy

[boobootheslutty]

Gale likes that MUSK (880 words, mentioned Tav, but gender neutral)

He had no idea which of the gods shined upon him this evening, this… depraved evening, but by the hells was he glad. A laundry slip up, nothing too bad usually if it wasn’t Tav’s laundry that had been switched up with his. Their scent so clear from the sweat and battle of the day, he could almost taste it as he leaned over the twine basket. Oh perfection, their underclothes, the dampened crotch area full of their musk.

He nabbed it, shoving it into his inner robes before calmly going over to Tav’s tent, ignoring the throbbing ache between his legs, praying they don’t notice.

“Seems we had a bit of a switch up, these are yours to wash I presume.” He smiles, depositing the basket.

They look up at him with a look, cocking their head as they take the basket, timidly handing Gale his basket, “Apologies for that, not sure how that happened.”

With that Gale scurried back to his tent, hastily closing the flap and laying on his back, not quite pulling out the stolen attire. His lids fluttered shut; laying his head back with a sigh, he had done this only a couple times since the orb had lodged itself into his chest, knowing any undue excitement may cause an eruption, but he’s been too pent up to let go of this chance.

He slides his palm down over his clothed chest and abdomen at first, easing his way down to his painfully erect cock. He then traces over the fabric, clenching his jaw as his hips threaten to buck into his hand. Hells it’s been too long, he feels like a teenager again, ready to burst at first touch.

He wished he could take his time with this, but in all fairness he never was able to take his time with a session of self pleasure unless Tara was out of the tower, she may have been intelligent, but she still was a cat after all. With that he pulled up his top and hiked down his sleep pants, letting his cock spring free and dapple slick on the thick curls that lead down to his pubic region. Hells he needs to shave, but a year of getting nothing except on occasion your own hand does that to someone.

He doesn’t touch it at first, letting it twitch as his strangely calloused fingertips explore his chest, the member twitching as he rubs past his chest. At last he pulls out the underclothing of his defacto leader and brings it to his face, inhaling it with a soft sigh and cut off moan.

They smelt so… mortal, so grounding, nothing like Mystra, and it was a good difference. He could smell the scent of sweat and distinct smell of a groinal region that possibly would be labeled as unclean in the city of splendors, but right here, right now? It was perfect.

He finally grabbed a hold onto his cock, thumb spreading down the thick globs of precum, slickening his hand slightly, but not enough. He needed more.

He hastily grabbed a thing of oil, he’ll regret this later, but for now it’s all he needs.

Once again he grabs ahold of himself, giving a soft squeeze at the base before tugging upwards, his little whine obscured by the damp underclothes, getting damper by the second from his pants.

His strokes and flicks are well practiced, he has lived a long life, longer than most, he knows his ways around his own cock. This also means he knows when he’s close to the end, and how to prolong it.

In between pants he inhales their scent, biting his lip to disallow any moans to slip out, but hells this feels so good, between his hand, the overpowering smell, and the fact he hasn’t been able to do this in so damned long. Usually he’d edge himself for a bit, prolong the torture whenever he could, but this orgasm caught up to him like a charging boar, an embarrassingly loud moan slipping past his lips as his cock spurted out his essence. He stroked himself through the archign of his back and curling of his toes, buried his nose into the crotch of their underclothes as he came, he swore he could see stars.

This type of orgasm usually would leave him out of the count for a bit, leaving him with enough bodily function to bring the blanket over to cover both his mess and his groin, but a low chuckle interrupted his thoughts. The feeling of the fabric over his face left suddenly, letting the slightly less stuffy air fill his senses.

And there they were, standing above him, pupils dilated so large he could barely see the color.

“Nice show, wondering where I left these, didn’t realize we had a panty thief among us.” They chuckle, wiping a bit of drool from the side of his mouth before licking it off their own thumb. Their eyes glanced to where his cock twitched from the action, smile growing just a smidgen wider.

“Hm, maybe next laundry day I could watch the whole thing, night Gale.” With that they walk off into their own tent, leaving Gale in a state between severe arousal and mortification.

[boobootheslutty]

Everyone being like, "Oh vampires don't piss." Beneath the blood = piss post are COWARDS!! Make that man piss himself

[boobootheslutty]

Anyways bored, send in characters and a kink and I'll write either a blurb or their thoughts on said kink

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swag.... started a one a day prompt thing.... cant do it today and thursday because work. but got the first one done