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The wooden box is small and nondescript. Tied shut with a plain, blue ribbon. The both of them stare at it for a long, long moment sitting innocuously on the desk by their door.
“I’m opening it,” Astarion says and gives the ribbon a gentle tug.
It’s made of silk, judging from the texture and easy slide, and he lifts the tiny, metal latch holding it shut.
The inside is filled with more silk, the same, early-dawn blue. He admires the sooth glide of it even as he plucks that up to reveal the item nestled within.
“Huh,” his darling says. Which is her way to say many things, but in this case likely means, “That’s a tiny, metal cock.”
These two losers finally get their hands on a Greater Magic Phallus; Astarion intends to break that in. Thoroughly.
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- Part 13 of these two shitheads
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06 May 2026
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Astarion has a plan. A nice, simple plan. His love has been gone for almost a tenday, but now she's back, and he needs her to obliterate him in the best way possible.
“You want me to be stronger than you?” she says.
Warmth surges down as his cock somehow stiffens further. The idea of it. His love hefting him up and bending him over a table. Over the back of the lounge. Up against a wall. Holding him there and fucking into him until all he can do is gasp and clench and feel her taking him.
“Very much, yes,” he says.
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- Part 11 of these two shitheads
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28 Apr 2026
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Astarion watched from the corner of their shared tent, his eyes sharp, as Gale sat with his nose buried in a book, yet again. The wizard’s brow furrowed in concentration, but Astarion wasn’t fooled—he knew that look all too well. Gale was reading, yes, but he wasn’t absorbing a word. His thoughts were elsewhere, dragged down by the relentless tug of responsibility, of obligation, of his damnable goddess and the never-ending hunger for redemption. Astarion couldn’t stand it anymore.
He was a man of action, after all.
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Gale's brain won't shut up so Astarion makes it shut up.
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24 Apr 2026
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Astarion’s expression softened, though his eyes never lost that sharp gleam. “Are you saying you don’t feel… strictly male?”
“Not always,” Gale said quietly, turning the words over. “It’s strange. I’ve never thought about it deeply, not until recently. It wasn’t allowed under her care. Not explicitly forbidden, but there were certain expectations. But… no. I don’t think I’m strictly anything. Not that I’ve had the freedom to figure it out. I’m seeing that now.”-
Astarion helps Gale explore his gender in the best way he knows how—through clothes and teasing words.
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17 Apr 2026
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He watched Astarion recline in his own seat with an arrogant ease, one leg crossed over the other, his freshly acquired boots glinting faintly in the firelight. They were clearly magical, humming with the Weave like a distant melody. A soft pulse of hunger stirred in Gale’s chest, the orb reminding him of its endless need.
The boots… They were soaked in power, resonating so intimately with Weave that Gale’s thoughts quickly clouded with want. He swallowed hard, feeling the gnawing hunger creep up his throat. The orb inside him pulsed with a dull ache, teeth gnashing at the rich scent of magic in the air. The lingering threads of the enchantment tantalized his senses, tugging at something deep and wild inside him.
He was starving for them.-
u know when you figure out you have a new kink and its lowkey consumes you? yeah, this is that happening to gale.
Bookmarked by Bakeme
16 Apr 2026