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crispy-ghee · 7 days

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Larry and Earvin in an Urban Fantasy setting. Two young men with a rare gift who find themselves tied together in ways they barely comprehend. Maybe they have to save the world, Idk.

#larry bird #magic johnson #i like coming up with ridiculous nonsense like this i don't even care how unhinged it is to do so #art #sketch #comic

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steddieas-shegoes · 15 days

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First! Congrats on 3k!!!!!

For the ask game “If you asked me to, I’d give you the moon.”

Love your stuff!!

Thank you my dear! It's been a wild ride so far! Hope you like what I threw together for ya!

🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑

Eddie watched. He observed. That's how he kept himself safe for years, kept himself from getting into physical altercations throughout middle and high school. That's how he managed to survive the city streets between gay bars, alone, trying to find a place he belonged. That's how he found himself in this group of young adults and children, friendship- family- forged from fire and blood.

That's how he recognized what Steve was doing.

He was always in the middle of things, but never the center of attention. Always put himself right on the cusp of being involved, but hung back enough to go unnoticed. He protected, but he stepped away the moment his safety was no longer needed.

He didn't think anyone else seemed to notice.

Steve was just there.

Present and accounted for, but not an active participant in anything.

Like today, this pool party, celebrating Max finally being done with her physical therapy and El finally being able to come out of hiding officially. It was Steve's house, Steve's pool, Steve's food, but Steve wasn't in the pool, or eating the food. He stood by the sliding door to the kitchen, watching with a fond smile.

Eddie walked over to him, poking his shoulder playfully. "You comin' in? I put on this bathing suit for you, least you could do is swim with me."

Steve tried to hide the red flush taking over his cheeks and neck, bowing his head and avoiding eye contact.

"Don't think I'm up for it today, sorry," he said quietly.

The kids yelling, the music blaring, and Robin and Nancy arguing over who had to blow up the float bounced around the large outdoor patio.

"You didn't feel up to it last month either," Eddie tried to get Steve to talk, to be involved in the conversation. "You wanna talk about it?"

Steve shook his head.

"Is it Upside Down related?" Eddie pushed.

Steve nodded once, looking away from everything.

Eddie didn't need to know more, not now or ever if Steve didn't feel like sharing, but he wanted Steve to know he could share.

"If you ever wanna face your fears, you could trust me."

Steve's head shot back towards him. "What do you mean?"

"If you wanted to talk about it. Or if you wanted to try getting in the pool sometime. I can be moral support either way," Eddie laced his fingers with Steve's, ignoring the pull in his stomach that was telling him to either let go or lean in further to kiss him.

"You'd-" Steve flexed his hand, squeezing Eddie's in his. "You would do that? For me?"

"Stevie, if you asked me to, I'd give you the moon," Eddie huffed a small laugh. "Moral support for what's clearly been pretty traumatic for you is kinda the bare minimum."

Eddie was met with silence, but he didn't feel nervous.

He was observant. He knew how Steve felt, even if Steve didn't realize it quite yet himself.

Okay, and maybe Robin had nudged him to make a move, saying there was no way Steve would react poorly. He trusted Robin to know what she was talking about when it came to Steve.

"The kids aren't staying tonight, just the adults. If you wanted to...I dunno. Maybe I could stick my feet in later if you wanted to smoke a bit out here with me?" Steve finally replied.

"Anything, Stevie." Eddie squeezed his hand. "I mean it."

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #asks #follower celebration #it's basically a love confession #and i don't even care how ridiculous it is #you all know what you're getting when you give me these romantic lines

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firstkanaphans · 5 months

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On the one hand, it’s kinda adorable that Sprite thinks time simply stops when he and First aren’t together; but on the other, if First decided to murder him in the next episode, it would be entirely justified.

#i'm fine with this show being ridiculous #but i am begging to writers to give us just one single reason why the twins haven't switched back yet #like i don't even care if the reason is stupid #i just don't understand what we're doing here #twins the series

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douwatahima · 4 months

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it will never not make me laugh that members of the canyon tried to come up with some derogatory name for the side of the fandom they hate and the best they could come up with was "gentlebeardies". like...yes i am in fact a fan of the main relationship that the whole show i love revolves around. you got me. good one.

#tv: our flag means death #ofmd #putting this in the main tag i don't care #every time i see it it makes me laugh out loud #like you sound ridiculous i hope you know lmao

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hamartia-grander · 8 months

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Alright I'm no longer playing nice I will now be instantly blocking everyone who posts/reblogs "reblog this post if you XYZ/reblog this post or else XYZ will happen/if you don't reblog this post then you're XYZ bad thing". It's fucking atrocious that we're still preying on guilt trip tactics let alone OCD/paranoia. Fuck off.

#For the sake of my own mental health I absolutely cannot be seeing this shit daily it's actually ridiculous #EVEN IF YOU'RE DOING IT WITH GOOD INTENTIONS. DO NOT.#I don't care if that post says “reblog to show support of XYZ” you need to stop reblogging it/posting it #It sends me spiralling almost every time I'm so infuriated #OCD #paranoia #I am ofc only referring to my personal experiences w these conditions as I don't speak for everyone but this does affect most ppl #Who have ocd/paranoia

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q-starhalo · 6 months

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I hope this event gives red viewers a better understanding of q!Bad's morals and character. I feel that I understand him a lot more as someone who mains other povs. (I think he goes too far sometimes but he cares about the eggs). He didn't defend his egg properly because he didn't think others would attack it.

Not just red viewers but everyone. q!Bad during purgatory is seen to others that he's not a good guy. No one is. But mainly Bad. That Bad is a villain. But take a look at the event and oh? Who didn't attack the eggs? Bad. Bad may not have the best of morals but when it comes to the eggs, even if it's a representation of them? He'll never hurt them. Call him a bad guy, call him evil, call him whatever but know that at least he'll never kill the eggs. Not even if it's said to them that they're not them, he won't take that risk unless seeing it for his own eyes. (Unless it's code Dapper, he'll protect it no matter what)

#and of course I'm not saying everyone else doesn't care that'll be ridiculous #I'm only saying it because while yeah the risk most likely wouldn't happen (especially meta wise) there's still the risk in the story #to q!Bad everyone that killed and everyone who cheered and everyone who didn't keep the promise no longer cares about the eggs to him #(at least that's what can be expected we don't truly know)#(also I wrote a whole thing about how like murders and what humans would deem as bad when talking about when red (?) killed Rivers -#and then talking about how a murder is still a murder no matter what. but then I remembered the ask.#I'll get into that and murders some other day #qsmp #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #(I don't even think this makes sense but um. :D)#ask

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incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes · 3 months

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Gavin Darklighter: How to "punish" my sons? Gavin Darklighter: My sons are biting hair! I'm a single father so I don't have the "maternal instinct." Calling all moms: What is the best way to tell them this is not okay without being too harsh? Mirax Terrik: Feed them a stew that makes them go blind. Sera Faleur: Feed them a stew that makes them go blind for *1 day*. Iella Wessiri: Stew that blinds them for a day. Winter Celchu: Feed them a type of stew that makes them blind for 1 day. Leia Organa: 1 Day Blinding Stew

#gavin darklighter #mirax terrik #sera faleur #iella wessiri #winter #leia organa #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #original: internet #i don't think the timeline matches up for this but i do not care #this is ridiculous im sorry

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nyaagolor · 10 months

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Putting this here bc I need to get it out of my brain but I never stop thinking about the ways that Team Star and Penny's relationship develops over time and how ultimately self-sabotaging it is for Penny. She's the one who brings them together, but purposefully isolates herself and only speaks to them over the phone. They all get closer because they're around each other all the time, but she keeps herself at arm's length and when their plan goes south, she specifically chooses to cut off contact with them and not keep them updated, driving the admins even closer as they struggle to maintain the team in her absence. And then. And then!!! She returns under the impression that they don't need her anymore or hate her for what she's done. Like yeah, they got along ok without you but You Were The One Who Forced Them To

It reads so much like she already has these feelings of not "deserving" her friends or attention and then acting in ways that validate those feelings so she can point at it and go look, see, they don't need me just like I thought. But the thing that drives me absolutely buckwild is that she doesn't actually Stop Doing This. In her postgame, we watch Team Star open up and reintegrate into the academy while she lurks in the background. Even coming off of the gang explicitly telling her to her face how much they care about her and want her around and want her to be a part of their group, she consistently gets in her own way the entire time. She ends up with tangible successes for her friends but never addresses her own issues! It's got such visceral "mentally ill 15 year old" vibes but it also makes my brain rattle at mach 1

We watch the admins recover from their self-imposed suspension, we see how they start to make friends in the academy and explore their interests and untangle their defense mechanisms and whatnot. We see her watch her friends get better while she continuously self-isolates and remains stagnant-- she is abundantly concerned with their well being and whether they are making new friends but doesn't seem to consider that she should be doing the same for herself. She skulks around in corners and meddles, but consistently avoids actually interacting with Team Star. She ends the story in the same place she started, isolating herself and remaining in the background despite the repeated assurances of her friends that they want her to just hang out with them and be a part of their group. She even admits this at the end of the postgame route, but still doesn't make an attempt to connect with them further. It feels like the end of the game is just the beginning of another story with her, but we don't get to see it

#pokemon sv #penny #team star #mod vex #headcanons #ig? idk what to tag this #i have way too many thoughts on this it's kind of ridiculous #my usual crowd of friends don't care about sv that much so i'm stuck with my thoughts abt them

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bearhugsandshrugs · 3 months

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The Gorsimp Chronicles - Chapter 1

Gortash x Tav | Explicit Read on AO3 | Next Chapter

A slightly (and with slightly we mean: completely) alternate AU in which Gortash had a twin brother Horatio: A true gentleman, a kind and vulnerable version, alike in looks but oh so different in personality. Horatio accidentally died facing the Netherbrain, allowing Enver to live his life out as Horatio Gortash. But there's one person who he couldn't fool. The only person who matters.

If you want to read plenty of hot smut and mindblowing sex and two people being madly in love, you've come to the right fic. If you want to read a lot of drama and angst, you're also at the right place. You're only wrong here if you're expecting canon-Gorty.

This fic is written by @bloodlessbhaalbabe (writing Enver's POV mostly) and @bearhugsandshrugs (writing Tav's POV mostly). Sections separated by dividers signify a POV change.

Enver couldn’t believe his luck when he ran into Tav in one of the raunchiest sex parties in all of Baldur’s Gate.

He hadn’t been able to help himself. While he’d been posing as his dead twin brother Horatio for several months now, something had lured him back here, into his own old ways, seeking an adventure with a stranger. Instead, he’d found Tav. They had been flirtatious for months back when they were preparing to fight the Netherbrain. Back when Enver still had been the Archduke. But then Horatio (and with him the gentler, kinder of the two) had died on the day of the Netherbrain fight – taking Enver's place as Horatio had done so many times before, not thinking anything of it. Neither of the twins had expected what would happen that day: Horatio, posing as Enver, dead. Tav, not knowing they had exchanged places, mourning his loss.

Enver and her had been friendly, even flirty, the months leading up to that fateful day – and Tav had been a constant fixture, someone he’d gotten along with, that he’d liked, more than he had probably ever admitted to himself. Neither of them had ever acted on it.

Now that she’d bumped into him, eyes wide as she took him – or better: "Horatio" – in, he breathed in deeply and squeezed the hand that was offered to him in a type of overly formal greeting. The words that stumbled out of his mouth didn't make sense, but they were true. “I’ve missed you terribly.”

“Missed me? I don’t think we’ve been that acquainted”, Tav replied, confused. “Unless you want to count exchanging a nod across a funeral and reoccuring run-ins with Enver accompanying you as that.”

There was a brief moment in which she wondered if this was actually Horatio, the particular spark in his eyes seeming overly familiar, but she pushed the thought away.

Enver blinked a moment realizing his mistake. He opened and closed his mouth trying to come up with a way to save this. “I– um… I mean… I have seen you around when you were with… Enver. You have a profound presence about you that's not easy to miss.”

He cleared his throat and let go of Tav’s hand.

“My apologies for the confusion, but it is good to see you again and even better to meet you… At least officially and not due to unfortunate circumstances.”

Enver played with his ring, his old ring, spinning it around his finger. He was never nervous, never vulnerable, but posing as Horatio allowed himself to feel those unpleasant feelings without the fear of being seen as weak, and he was grateful to be able to fall back on his brother’s tender heart especially now.

His Tav stood before him and he couldn’t afford to be swept away; at least not yet.

Raising an eyebrow, Tav couldn’t help but chuckle. “Meet… ‘officially’?” She looked around, watching people fawn over each other, grope, touch, press, suck at each other; all while the low hum of the music set the tone for the raunchy party they were at.

“I’m curious to know what ‘unofficially’ looks like for you, then.”

She hadn’t taken Horatio for someone to attend these types of gatherings. At least not alone. Not without an agenda. Not without Enver there–

She stopped herself, unwilling to continue that thought. They were here now. That, in no small part, had been Enver’s doing, no matter how horrific the rest of his persona had been. Horrific. And intriguing. She’d grieved him terribly after he had died, unwilling to believe the universe would play such cruel jokes on her. For months she had had a crush on Enver, and just when the Netherbrain was to be defeated, he died. With too many things having remained unsaid, unacted on.

Meanwhile, in the present, Enver smirked and leaned back against the wall. He cocked his head to the side as his eyes slid down Tav’s body taking in every curve accentuated by her tight leather clothing.

“Unofficial would be more along the lines of going into one of those rooms with the glory hole,” Enver nodded toward the back rooms before dropping his voice to a low, rumble, “or allowing someone to come up and take you from behind without introducing themselves first.”

Enver licked his lips and remembered his character. He smiled, his eyes squinting much like his brother’s would have. “However, I am a gentleman and prefer to make it known to the person I may be pursuing.”

Enver grappled with his personal desire of wanting to immediately make it known to Tav about who he was and who was actually gone. If anyone found out that the real Enver was alive and it had been Horatio who had perished, he would be hunted for his crimes against the city. Even if he knew he could trust Tav, he couldn’t bear to put her in that position. She already had seen the loss of Enver once and he couldn’t make her go through that again.

“If you’re a gentleman, then what are you doing here?”, Tav smirked.

Enver shrugged and looked around the room. Truthfully, it was a glimpse at his past and he'd been hoping to indulge himself a little bit. It had been a few months since he was pronounced dead and buried. Soon his name and everything he had hoped to become would fade. He knew that there was a possibility of anonymity at these parties where no one cared what your face looked like or who you resembled.

“In truth, I knew Enver frequented these places and, as messed up as it sounds, I was hoping to come here and experience his old life. To try and connect myself to him,” Enver replied with an exhale. “It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I did run into you, so perhaps things are looking up?”

Enver did not mean to sound so needy for Tav, but everytime he opened his mouth it seemed as though his mind couldn’t help but flirt with her.

A blush spread on Tav’s face as she listened to Horatio’s murmurs. She’d never taken him to be so smooth and.. Interesting? But here she was, staring at him even though the place was full of men – and women – with less baggage than the brother of the dead tyrant.

Enver and her had never acted on the tension that had formed between them, but she’d found him attractive, and seeing his twin brother now just reminded her of how much she still craved his body.

Catching herself, she rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You almost sound as if you’re coming onto me, Horatio.” Then, after a short pause, and another sip from her drink to gather some more courage, she added: “Are you? Coming onto me?”

Enver raised his eyebrows. It couldn’t be this easy. Could it have been so easy when he was alive? Enver bit his lip and smirked. “Not yet, but I could be persuaded.”

Downing the rest of her drink in one go, Tav briefly considered her options. Hooking up with her late crush’s twin was exactly the bad idea that a night like this demanded. So…

She stepped up a little closer to Horatio, leaning in so close that her warm breath reflected back on his skin. “Hmm”, she sighed into his ear, “in that case, tell me what works better: the carrot or the stick?”

Accentuating her question, she dragged her index finger down his chest, hooking it into the messy laces of his shirt, vaguely reminding her of someone…

Enver’s hands automatically rested on either side of Tav’s hips. His fingers gripped firmly against her leather trousers. He stared down at her as she leaned closer to him; grateful she couldn’t hear how loud his heart pounded in his ears. He pushed down a shiver that ran up his body as her fingers playfully pulled at his messy shirt laces.

A loud cackle pulled him from his thoughts and he looked around the room. Not here, he thought. Tav deserved something more, something better than to be fucked publicly in front of everyone despite the idea compelling him to do so. No. Tav would be his and his alone. At least for tonight.

“For you? As you’re dangling the carrot right in front of my face?” Enver smirked and leaned down until their noses brushed against each other. “You’re holding the stick, my dear. I’d follow you anywhere.”

Enver pulled away and wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Come with me?”

She made the decision in a split second, then whirled around and hurried out the room, down the stairs, and out of the building; Horatio holding onto her wrist tightly. This was a really bad idea but Tav didn’t care – it felt as if somehow fate had presented her with another chance of getting what she wanted, who she wanted.

Once they reached the dim lit street, his hold on her loosened and they stood outside, staring at each other in silence for a brief moment.

Where should they go? Her place was on the other side of the city. But maybe they didn’t need a room. Maybe they didn’t even need a bed. Glancing sideways she took in the empty back alley, sufficiently secluded and, most importantly, close enough so that she was moderately certain she wouldn’t lose her courage halfway through.

“If you want me to come with you, you better start with the foreplay now”, she nodded towards the side, grinning. “You don’t seem like the patient type.”

Enver pulled her down the alleyway by her wrist and pressed her up against the wall. He grabbed her other wrist and held them over her head. Again he leaned in close to her, almost as though he was teasing himself before allowing himself to taste her.

“You’ve talked to me for all of five minutes and you think you can read me?” Enver whispered in a low rumble. His hands slid down her arms until they were cupping her face. “You’re right, though. I’ve never been a patient man. But I do like to take my time.”

Enver pressed a thigh in between Tav’s legs and pulled her against his lips, soft at first, but quickly deepened as his need to touch her, to taste her grew within him. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip begging for more.

Tav sighed against Horatio’s mouth, fighting with herself to keep her eyes open and not just surrender into his touch. When he pulled back his head just ever so slightly, she chased his mouth with her lips, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, playfully pulling it towards her.

She could feel his body crush against her in turn, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants and her hips. He smelled good, and oh so familiar, and she wondered briefly if that very specific scent ran in his family.

“You talk a lot”, Tav sighed when he still wouldn’t kiss her back, leaving her hanging between teases and nibbles, “is there actually anything to back that up?”

Enver let out a small gasp as his lip was bitten. He grabbed her by the throat and turned her head to the side, then mouthed his way down her jaw to her neck. His teeth grazed against her sensitive skin, pulling slightly, and sucking until he left a mark. His thoughts were hazy as she teased him. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Same old Tav, he thought.

In one quick motion, he dropped down to his knees. His hands pushed up her shirt exposing her stomach. His mouth latched onto her as he kissed down her torso. He looked up at Tav as his fingers dug into the waistband of her pants, pulling slightly.

“I’m thinking of one way you could shut me up and make use of my mouth,” Enver replied, his hot breath cascading over her lower belly with each heavy pant. His cock pressed up against his own trousers as he nuzzled his face against Tav. Waiting for her to tell him he could take what he wanted.

“Fuck”, Tav breathed out, scanning the still empty alley one last time. She’d never expected Enver’s twin to be so similar to him, and the way he looked up at her sent her heart into a frantic rhythm. Undoing the buckle of her belt with shaky fingers she worked on freeing herself from her suddenly too tight leather pants, pushing them down together with her panties, exposing herself to him.

The air was cool against her skin, and his hands on her made her shudder, her body reacting involuntarily, instinctively, to the man before her.

“Get to work then”, she said hoarsely, “if you’re any good… maybe I’ll let you fuck me after all.”

He didn’t care if anyone saw them at this point. He chuckled softly at her last remark and pushed her legs apart as much as he could with them being constrained by her leather trousers.

“Anything for you, Tav,” Enver mumbled as he nuzzled against her folds. His tongue spread them apart as his fingertips dug into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her closer to him. He moaned as he flicked his tongue against her clit, holding her up as he felt a shudder from his ministrations. How he craved to feel her entire weight surrounding his face as she ground her hips against him for her pleasure, but this would have to do. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive nerves in an unknown alphabet spelling out poetry against her skin.

Each caress of his tongue encouraged the beautiful whimpers and moans to escape Tav’s lips. He'd missed her. He wanted her. He craved her.

Tav’s hands found his head, moving them in sync to her core grinding against his face. He felt good on her, greedy and maddeningly patient, and she felt like she was on fire, burning up from the inside.

She closed her eyes, giving herself into the sensations, and she couldn’t help but think of the man whose smug looks and mocking words kept echoing through her mind, pulling her attention towards what was, what could have been.

This didn’t feel like a different man, this felt like it was meant to be, and she stifled a moan as she remembered a moment between Enver and her, too intimate to be simply an innocent association. Enver, no, Horatio was using his tongue so cleverly she felt her breathing pick up speed, and it was not long until all she could do was pant helplessly against the concrete wall he’d backed her up against.

“I…”, she wanted to let him know she was close, wanted him, needed him to stand up and fuck her, but he wasn’t letting up, wasn’t slowing down–

“Enver, stop”, she moaned, pulling at his head, trying to lift him up.

Enver paused for half a second before doubling down. To hear Tav say his name after all this time? Tav knew better – he didn't stop at anything until he got what he wanted. He smiled as he tightened his grip on her thighs, hard enough to leave bruises under each finger tip. He could only moan in response, to let it be known, he had no intention of stopping until he got his reward.

His tongue slid over her clit and circled it with expert precision. The pulling of his hair only pushed him deeper inside of her. He could feel she was close as her body shook and legs began to fail her.

She realized as soon as he didn’t stop. Horatio would never… Enver, on the other hand, absolutely would.

Fuck.

The thought of Enver actually eating her out, pleasuring her, devoting himself to her, pushed her over the edge as the onslaught of sensations wouldn’t let up. Tav’s knees gave out as she shuddered underneath his tongue, her mouth sobbing out incomprehensible curses mixed with his name.

When he pulled back for air, his face wet with her slick and a knowing smirk on his face, a sudden surge of energy made her shove him away from her, his body falling backwards.

Chest heaving and cheeks flushed, Tav couldn’t believe her eyes when she finally realized: This wasn’t Horatio. This was Enver.

“You fucking liar”, she panted, slowly calming down, “don’t think you’ll get anything else from me.”

Enver slid onto his back and exhaled with a smile, bringing his thumb up to the side of his mouth to suck and get one last taste of her. He hummed with approval and looked over at Tav. His legs spread out as he propped himself up onto his elbows in the middle of the alley.

“I never lied. You made the assumption and I went with it. You’d really fuck my brother? That’s low,” Enver said with a huff of laughter. “I didn’t realize you missed me, Tav. I sure missed you.”

“Made the assumption?! We buried you”, Tav scoffed in disbelief. She suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed, so she hurried to pull up her pants, getting dressed again. While she was overjoyed that Enver was still alive, she was also confused, and embarrassed, and hurt; and she didn’t look back when she hurried back home.

If he wanted her, even just for a night, he would have to put in more work than that. Tav sighed when she got back to her room in the Elfsong, taking off her boots and clothes, changing into something more comfortable almost immediately so she could hide under the covers of her bed, pushing away all thoughts of that damned mouth on her cunt.

#enver gortash #bg3 smut #tavtash #gortash x tav #this is a 130k word fic and it's been my happy place for a while #so i hope you'll enjoy this as much as we do #it's verging into crackfic territory but i literally don't care Gorsimp is life #he loves tav so much it's ridiculous #gorsimp

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