.. anyway him and SH▒DOWHEART have a son.

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.. anyway him and SH▒DOWHEART have a son.
" hop on bg3 " vs " hmm .. nah " @noctecor
❛ finger .
two strumming between her thighs and ten scrabbling at his chest and shoulder ; they’re both fully clothed inside the austere purple of shadowheart’s tent and she’s promised to let him play with the artefact for ten minutes if he can make her come in under sixty seconds. she was smug about him being stupidly overconfident but he wasn’t exaggerating about how quickly he could vibrate his hand. he’s holding the spiked icosahedron fifty - five seconds after their deal is made. shadowheart sits bewildered, thumb between her teeth, excuses tumbling out. “ .. will you shut up ?? that’s what happens when you don’t self - pleasure with enough frequency. aren’t you around .. forty, or so ? ” there’s an argument that bites into three minutes of his allotted time. astarion cuts the bickering short with an impatient heave. “ look, my point is, you really ought to loosen up a bit. get to ‘know yourself’ better. and gods, you’re right — this thing is hopelessly stuck .. ”
DEBAUCHEROUS ACTION, ft: —*@noctecor。
how does it feel to know you'll never have to be alone when you get home?
For that deuce a small smooch is in order. A smooch on the cheek.
huh ?! @noctecor
in exchange for that, he gently confiscates the goblet of wine from her grasp. motions to the unfurled bedroll. “ mynd i’r gwely, grim. ”
@noctecor said that if i didn't post this she would castrate me :)
just in, @noctecor doesn’t love me anymore
😤 - something about your muse that makes mine angry
she’s lost in fervent prayer when something spikes her square on the shar pendant. upon lift of lashes, grim shall find the area quite deserted — save for the dog, ball recovered and champed between his teeth, tail flickering ~ !!
—*EMOJI FOR A THING ; @noctecor。