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sorry i haven't been active on here in a while ive been having gay sex with my bf

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LET'S GOOOOOOOOO. Vaq you're out here spoiling us, truly. Thank you for your service 🙏

3, 16, 66, 36, 67 😌

smash bros announcer voice. Ruin Him

A little something something while I try to NOT get sick on my trip ( <- guy who’s failing at it. Throat sore. AUGH). Thank you for this little request, we DO need more of Jayce getting high and horny >:]

Prompts: Sex while high, dirty talk, dacryplilia, overstim, multiple orgasms

Summary: Jayce tends to get anxious when he gets high and you’re here to ensure that doesn’t happen — which you succeed at, although not in the way you expect.

Word count: 1.2k

Trans!Jayce x GN Reader

The expanding of Jayce’s wide, thick chest is hypnotic. Solid ribs tent at tan skin, his wide collarbone rises, his cheeks hollow with the drag. He closes his eyes to savor it until it tickles, head tilted up until it sits on the backrest of your rickety couch. One of the first pieces of furniture you’d thrifted for your first shared apartment.

He’s divine like this, primed for relaxation. Just in his boxers, binder discarded in favor of tape on each side of his chest (the fun kind: dark blue with patterns).

The joint sits daintily between his plush lips, and though the inhale is as graceful as they get, once his lungs go full, Jayce lasts one more second before the inevitable happens, and smoke bursts from his nose with the first subdued cough. 

He thinks to take the blunt from between his fingers and hold it out for you to take before it turns into a full body one.

You slide your hand from the tape on his chest to the back of his head. 

Jayce isn’t necessarily green, but this isn’t something he indulges in often. He’d confessed to you it‘s a gamble — sometimes it has him laughing at just about anything, other times it gets him trembling, wide eyed, paranoid, especially when he does it alone. You’re here to try to prevent that.

“Take it easy,” you say. “You don’t have to smoke half the thing on your first drag.”

“It’s just the first drag that sucks the most,” Jayce justifies, sounding a little strangled, before he takes the big water bottle off the table for an equally generous sip. 

You use the time given to take a drag of your own, holding it for good measure, before you ash the joint. You can feel him settle under your palm. Muscles flexing a little less, breaths coming in steadier.

“C’mere,” you utter, smoke seeping from your lips with the word, and Jayce does, always does. But especially now, when he knows what you have in mind, he leans in, lips parted, seaming to yours. His mouth tastes wet, cold from the water he’d just chugged. Though your mind is going a little woozy with the lack of oxygen, you do your best to give it to him slowly as you lick at his teeth. It doesn’t last long. 

Survival instinct overrides your control, and you’re blowing all you have left into his mouth before you hazard a heaving inhale. Jayce makes a sound at the back of his throat that’s equally as froglike as the puffing of his cheeks before he parts, and the both of you end up laughing through your coughs.

“What was that?” Jayce’s voice comes out a little ragged, broken up by coughs and giggles.

“Sorry,” you breathe. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“Do I need to—“ another cough, “show you how it’s done?”

“I doubt you could,” you tease, because you know he loves a little challenge sometimes. “But, here.”

Jayce takes it from you in a rush, takes another drag that he now has a little more control over. For a moment, he lets it settle in his chest, before he glances your way, and leans in. You know what you need to do. Press your mouth to his, relax your throat, and match the pace at which he feeds you the smoke. It comes easily this time around, and it scratches something in your brain, to share his breath so wholly.

You can’t help a grin when you part and let the smoke leave your lungs. It scratches at your throat like wool, leaves you a little thirsty, and frankly, Jayce’s spit is more appealing than the water bottle on the tea table.

“Well?” You ask, brushing one hand to his leg, taking the blunt from him with the other.

Jayce nods. “So far, so good. ‘M starting to feel it a little already.”

“Good. And it feels…?”

He snorts. “Not like how it feels when I’m about to freak.”

That’s good, but not unshakable. He’d almost had a panic attack when his mom called him once, for fear she would be able to tell he was high if he picked up, or worry sick if he wouldn’t. Safe to say, that night hadn’t ended well. Nor that one time you’d indulged right after exam season, but the perpetual feeling of having an assignment to do, an exam to cram for, simply lingered, and Jayce spent a solid few minutes pacing the room wondering if he for sure wasn’t forgetting something, until he settled. 

Touch helped.

It usually does, with Jayce, but especially when he’s anxious like this. He likes the thought of a presence, a loving presence even moreso, and your presence the most. It’s why his hand settles over your own on his thigh, presses a little, before he smiles a little dopey, and you return the blunt.

His gaze on you lingers. Really takes you in, with a sleepy indulgence, from your socks to the top of your head, before it settles on his favorite place to look: your eyes.

“What?” You chuckle.

“You’re really pretty.”

Oh, he’s getting there, alright.

“Right back at you,” you reply. Give a squeeze at his thigh for good measure, pinky slipping under the leg of his boxers, which makes him spread his legs. And you brush it off, it’s sometimes more of a pavlovian response to spread for you than a conscious decision, really, until his hand grabs yours, and takes it inward. Over the leg of his boxers up his hip, and finally, to the damp spot between his legs.

Oh, he must be swollen. You can feel it through the fabric, really, how fat his cunt is, how his cock tents the colorful cotton.

“Touch me.”

“Touch you where, baby?” You tease, expecting some resistance.

“My cunt,” he breathes it without much hesitation, such a rare sight for him. 

Jayce goes so biddably pliant as your hand pushes past the waitband of his boxers, soft as though all the mucles in his body have melted when he takes another drag and simply watches the way your knuckles tent the dark fabric when your hand cups his hot, chubby pussy. He’s so slick already.

His cunt is fucking easy like this. It takes two fingers like they’re nothing, when you usually have to work him up with just the one, legs lazily spreading further to let you have as much of him as you want. You watch the smoke seep from his lips and nose, massage at the front of his sticky walls so well it makes what’s left of it puff out of his lungs in one solid burst.

And just like that, on your fourth or fifth stroke at the innards of his pussy and a flick of your thumb over his cock, he arches, cries, gushes. Seizes up enough to mimic how tight he usually is, grips your arm with his free hand, and lets it wash over him in delightful but short lived waves. Unceremoniously, Jayce then e slumps back into the cushions.

“Bit of quick shot today, hm, Talis?”

Your attempt at a taunt is silenced by him grabbing your wrist, and taking your slick fingers into his mouth like they’re food. He suckles them clean, maintaining drowsy eye contact, before he takes your hand back to where it came from. And though his hips jump and his cunt twitches with a touch so soon after his orgasm, he smiles at you, dopey and deeam-like.

“‘M not done,” he mutters. “Another.”

Oh, you’re starting to love this side of him.

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Valentine’s DA-y 8: Varric Tethras

Someone HAD to carry the heart boxers responsibility. Strip Wicked Grace anyone?

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Confession: Something about Varric being a dirty old man gets me so riled up. Like. The only Varric ship I’m even marginally into is Varric x Bethany. Is it gross and problematic? Yes. It’s also hot though.

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Confession: Varric seems like a dirty little voyeur to me. I firmly believe that Varric sat in the cuck chair and took notes while Hawke and their LI fucked nasty. Why else would he have all those details??????

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Confession: situation that is driving my voice kink crazy: Varric talking in a low voice like “come on you can take it, that’s a good girl, just a little bit more for me” and then the camera pans out to reveal he’s actually talking to Bianca while he tinkers, meanwhile Hawke is sitting across from this scene getting more flustered by the second and trying not to lose their shit and fuck him right there

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is it wrong of me to say that i think jayce(and viktor probably!) is sooooo into dry hü/mping? like especiallyyyyy when he’s had too much to drink, comes home all sluggish and far too hö/rny for his own good. the second he lays his eyes on you, he’s hugging you; kissing your neck while his hands grab your waist. probably mutters something sweet like “want you so bad right now.” into your ear as his hips shift, grinding the front of his body into the front of yours. he’s so needy and desperate— probably doesn’t even wait for a proper answer (you can’t say no to him anyway) before he’s pressing the strain in his pants against you. and he almost shamefully ruts into your body. panting into your ear like a wild dog while he thrusts his clothed cöck onto you. probably grunts that it: “feels good. ‘so good…” and he hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet. and i think he’d continue to dry-hümp into you until he’s at the point where he physically cannot take it anymore; then he’d be a whining, whimpering mess; begging you to let him fück you.

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i love goofy fetish porn situation magic. oh no the brave knight opened a cursed chest and now he has a pussy and the only way to cure it is by shooting a load in him

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I'm a "Gale has a micropenis" truther and I'm not ashamed to say it. I think he has a perfect little mouthful of a cocklet and I want to suck on it until he squirts his tiny little load in my mouth.

Then I'll flip him over and show him how a proper cock feels.

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Confession: Something about that one scene in inquisition where Varric is leaning over that table makes me so hard

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ive said this before on another confession blog but GOOODD i need gale to lock me up in his tower and make me his perfect ideal of a man. tie me up as he pumps my t dick to be larger and fuck himself with it, all while calling me his good boy. not even letting me be a house husband, just keeping me collared so i can be used by him whenever. letting me roam around the tower naked so he can inspect how the testosterone is affecting my body. arranging for top and bottom surgery so i can be a "real" man for him. OUFUDBAJN im So Normal. i have a feeling deep down he'd never do that but H

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Kind of in a “Gale bouncing and moaning on some nice, thick dwarf cock” kind of mood today. It’s just a “strongarm that pretty wizard into a reverse cowgirl, and make him ride that thing until his legs give out and he can’t fucking stop whimpering” kinda mood.

Idk man, it's just a "stretch his tight little hole and make him whine out 'thank you' for it like a good boy" kinda day. You know the one, I'm sure everyone has had one of those.

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Kinktober Day 3: Orgasm Control - Gale Dekarios, Karlach Cliffgate, Zevlor

a/n: busy busy busy day, so here's short drabbles of multiple characters instead of a longer fic of a singular character!! Please enjoy!!! (Also, writing this on mobile so please let me know if anything looks wrong)

pairings: Gale Dekarios, Karlach Cliffgate, Zevlor x gn! reader (All separate)

word count: 0.3k

warnings: MINORS/AGELESS DNI I BLOCK ON SIGHT!!!! Unedited, dom reader with Gale, sub reader with Karlach & Zevlor, that's all I can think of for right now but let me know if there's anything else I need to add!

Gale loves loves loves having his orgasm denied by you. He's used to being something to play with, a quick rush of fun before being tossed aside for more important matters. However, when it's intimacy with you, it makes him feel like he's worth dragging out time for. Between sudden halts, restrictions, and whatever else you have up your sleeve, he feels like you're taking moments to truly enjoy him and his presence. Your patience is repaid with whimpers and obedience. Please control where/when/if he cums, it's a sight to see and hear.

Karlach hasn't been able to enjoy pleasure in a decade, you can bet gold she's taking her time with you. After being able to finally touch you, she's handsy and needy. Gifting her the chance to call the shots will leave you breathless after being arranged in every position she's been imagining you in. It's almost refreshing to see you beg- feeling what you've been making her desperately want since your first encounter. Karlach loves her fingers inside you, pushing you to the edge before reeling you back to reality. Don't let her forget about her own pleasure despite how much fun she's having with you!

Zevlor, as sweet as he is, is a freak. You've been so kind to him, saving his people time and time again along with himself, he believes you deserve a reward. For Zevlor, controlling your orgasm is the perfect excuse to lavish you. He wants you to whine from overstimulation whilst he gives you peace of mind by doing the hard work. (He says, but he prefers to see you wrecked in all the best ways!) He loves to take it slow, building the anticipation brewing in your core until you can barely stand it. Right as you just about fight for dominance, he pulls away to watch you writhe extend these moments. He can't deny how his cock throbs beautifully seeing you denied your finish, though.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

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thinking about the "pressed together in a too small place" trope with Gale hghgh poor man would be sweating up a storm and losing his mind trying to will away his boner. probably cracking jokes trying to ease the tension but they fall completely flat bc 1. his voice is super rushed and breathy and 2. that boner willing-away is failing miserably. and oh nooooo you try to wiggle around to make things more comfortable and now you can feel his hard dick pulsing against you. he'd apologize profusely and try to defuse the tension with another quip but another wiggle from you and he's whining and babbling for you to please stay still, even as his own hips are pressing more firmly against you, begging for more

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'You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours'

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Magical Mishap means Gale is shrunk down to the size of a doll.

There's so so much fun to be had here but I am thinking of how I can roll my tongue into a tube and let him desperately fuck it like a fleshlight