#'nym how are you doing' how does it look

[rapunziedameron]

he's just a hot shot pilot to YOU. To me he's the light of my life

[suguann]

OH, DARLING—ASTARION

✎. he’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky, and you have the sneaking suspicion he's upset with you. | wc. 1.3K+

tags. fem!reader, established relationship, jealousy, slight dirty talk, pet names [18+ only]

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Eighteen days. That’s how long it takes between the Shadowlands and reaching Wyrm’s Crossing. Longer still since you’ve interacted with anyone other than bandits, lost refugees, cult-crazed lunatics, and your merry band of weirdos (Gale’s words, not yours). 

For once, you’re not picking berries off bushes to offset hunger until you make camp or plucking bramble from your pants when the occasional trail turns out to be safer than the King’s Road. You can finally sit at a bartop and order wine instead of choking down the contents of an ancient bottle of Ithbank you snatched from a cellar in some decrepit village.

That was at least the most tolerable thing you experienced outside the gates, as far as roughing it in the wilds goes.

And it might be your newfound appreciation for city life, of finding an escape from what’s become your current normal—sneaking past goblin-infested camps, waterlogged boots, and haystacks for beds (an upgrade from sleeping on the cold, hard dirt, you suppose)—that lures the Drow twins over to your party walking down from the top floor of the Sharess’ Caress.

“You must be curious after keeping such…” Nym glances over Astarion, Shadowheart, and Karlach, hovering behind you, threatening with blood stains on their clothes and out of place in an establishment full of nobles and wealthy ministers. “Interesting company.”

It’s safe to say you’re uninterested in the twins, but that doesn’t stop your curiosity from piquing when Nym demonstrates her talents with a peach she snatches from a fruit bowl off the nearest table. By the end of it—an obscene display that catches the eye of a few patrons walking by and sends your imagination reeling—you wonder how often she does this to gain clientele. If it’s always so…hands-on.

“So what do you think?” 

You don’t know what to think, oddly confused like that first time Astarion had to spell out for you that he wanted to have sex—you’re going to be so fun to break, pet—a girl who’s every bit the product and trappings of a sheltered fool. 

“Are you interested?”

The mutilated peach in Nym’s hand drips clear fruit juice down her wrist in thin rivulets, collecting at her elbow. You start to shake your head—

Astarion scoffs. “She already has her hands full without your sticky fingers and whatever the hells you’re doing to that innocent peach.” 

Nym’s mouth curls up into a coy smile before her gaze sweeps over to Astarion. “Her lover, I presume?”

“As in, I already tasted said peach while you’re still trying to get your mouth on it; well then, yes. Very much so.”

You slap his chest, your face somehow getting hotter. “Astarion!”

“Darling, we’re in a whorehouse. I assure you they’ve heard worse.”

Nym makes a wordless, amused sound. “Well, if you ever find yourself curious or—” she gives Astarion one last scrutinizing once over and looks at you again “—unsatisfied, you know where to find me and my brother.”

Before you can politely decline, Astarion chips in on your behalf, “Trust me, she’s not.”

He steers you toward the door—I’m never going to look at a silly piece of fruit the same after this—and you don’t miss how he sends the twins a withering stare right before he joins you on the street.

He’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky. 

You stare at the back of his head as he walks in front of you, bulky pack slung over his shoulder with the books and scrolls you bought earlier, deciding whether you should join him or leave him to his thoughts.

Karlach nudges your shoulder. “Trouble in paradise, soldier?”

“Not really.” You bite your lip. “Should there be?”

Her gaze follows yours to Astarion, and she hums in understanding.

“If you stare at his back any longer, you might burn a hole through it." Heat crawls up your neck, and you try to give her a shove when Astarion looks at both of you over his shoulder, but she doesn't move an inch and laughs instead. "He’s probably upset over finding another pebble in his boot again. Don’t sweat it.”

An unreasonable suggestion, for you know it’s more than another pebble.

He doesn’t say anything once you all reach camp, nor does he give you even the slightest acknowledgment when you walk by his tent on your way to bed or look up from his book—no hello, my sweet readily waiting on his tongue—when you slip a little note under his nose. 

It’s starting to give you the sneaking suspicion he’s upset with you—though you hardly have the faintest idea why.

You’re pulled awake by the quiet, careful shifting of your blanket as someone slips into your bedroll behind you. You stare blearily at the barn's wall, trying to blink away the disorienting feeling still clinging to you like dew on a humid summer day. 

It’s the first brush of sharp incisors against your throat that erases the last vestiges of sleep altogether.

Ah, so he read your note.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper, aware enough to remember the other two people sleeping in the barn with you.

“Have I?”

“You know what I mean.” You tighten your grip on your blanket. “You’re upset, aren’t you?”

He kisses the tender spot below your ear. “I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”

“But you’re unhappy.”

Your breath hitches when his tongue flicks out to taste your skin. 

“Yes, I’m unhappy.”

“Was it because of what that drow said?”

“Hm, be more specific.”

“When she—with the peach.” You squirm a little, a mouse blessedly caught by the tail. “You know.”

His chuckle is soft, faintly mocking.

“Oh, darling. You think I’m jealous?” He runs a thumb over the fluttering pulse in your neck. “How cute.” 

And right before he applies the smallest amount of pressure—

“Well, you would be correct.”

When Astarion works at the laces of your pants, loosening them just enough to slip his hand underneath, you jump at the first cool brush of his fingers tracing across your heated skin. Your muscles jump, jump, jump under his touch, goosebumps prickling along your arms when his hand fits suddenly between your legs. Two soft pats that make you gasp.

“Drippy,” he murmurs. You don’t think your face can get any hotter.

Then he’s hooking two—fuck, three—fingers into you, splitting you open, curling up toward your belly; you can’t bite back the moan that breaks free.

“Hush, pet.”

Nipping at your neck, he scissors his fingers, smiling at your choked, stuttered gasp.

“Do you think I’d let anyone see how you fall apart with a few quick strokes of the fingers? How you sound? How you taste?” 

The questions are followed by his thumb pressing into the achy spot at the apex between your legs, and you don’t mention that he’s doing this with two other people sleeping soundly on the other side of the room. 

“This—” his fingers curl inside you, pressing until he finds soft flesh that makes your legs jerk. “This is all for me—mine—wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod slowly, hand clamped over your mouth to trap the sounds that keep escaping.

“Good, so we understand each other then.”

Your thighs tremble around his wrist. His fangs drag across the thin, breakable column throat, almost like a warning, catching at two identical scars that haven’t fully healed since you’ve let a feral, lost little vampire into your camp before he gives in and bites.

Digging in—messy—you imagine the dribble of red down his pale chin, how he sometimes leaves it there to savor later.

You’re limp and floating in a matter of seconds, your mind blissfully quiet for the first time in days.

“Remember that, darling, the next time someone starts giving you ideas.” After a moment, he whispers: "But I'm also happy you said no."

And he slips out of your bedroll without so much of a creak in the floorboards and out of the barn as if he was never there.

[neysaadept]

Prometheus Chapter 11

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 11 - Take a Chance and Crash

Tags: (changing this to tags for each chapter) Swearing, masturbation, sexual innuendos, flirting, alcohol consumption, drunk Reader, angst, confirmed sexual abuse by parent. No beta reader, mistakes are all me. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4.1k

AO3

“Thanks for driving me home, Emily,” you said sleepily in the passenger seat. Unlike you, Prentiss had held back on drinking a lot so she could drive home safely. The other ladies took ride shares, and you were going to as well until Emily offered to take you home.

“Well, considering I strong armed you into coming, figured it was only polite,” she answered cheekily.

“Strong armed?” You laughed and accidentally snorted, which made Emily bite back a chuckle. “Maybe if I kept saying no you woulda gonna go cavewoman on me.”

“What does that even mean?” She was not fluent in your drunk talk yet.

“You know!” you said without explaining any further as to you, it was obvious.

“I’m sorry to say, I do not,” she said with the years of patience talking to inebriated co-workers.

You found this confusing and shrugged. “I thought you were smart and membered things good.”

 “I am, and I do, but not once did either of us mention prehistoric women.”

“You were going through my clothes!”

She nodded.

“And you were so …” your hands gestured in the air trying to find the word, “so…insistent. Persistent?” You looked confused and pouted. “Both?”

Emily fought a smile by biting her lip. “Both works in this case as they’re synonyms.”

You made a fist to pound on the armrest triumphantly. “Yes! So, if I didn’t still wanna go, I bet you woulda made me get dressed, throw me over your shoulder, and throw me in the car. Ugh! Ugh!” You pound your chest in time with the grunts, and then looked around with a squint trying to remember something. “This car, actually. This is the car we came in, right?”

“Yes!” Emily barked out a laugh. “But I wouldn’t have made you get dressed.”

“No?” The thought of that makes you sad as your eyes drifted to her hands wondering what they would feel like on your whole body. That made you grin a bit dopily.

“No,” she confirmed and wished she didn’t notice that you may have been delighted by being undressed by her. You were intoxicated and she wasn’t going to confirm that look any further, but it made her wonder how far your defenses had dropped to comment like this and how truthful they were. “I’m not a cavewoman. Just … persistent.”

“Insistent!” you said, looking proudly at her and squinted with one eye open. “Syn -no -nym.”

“Very good, Whitlock. You get an A in English class.”

You jutted out your lower lip and nodded. “I’m skilled with my tongue.”

It took Emily every ounce of self-control to not push down on the gas pedal and tear off down the road with that unexpected comment. She plays it cool. “And … why is that?”

“Linguistics!” you announced. “Know lots of English and other languages. Like you!”

Her heart’s accelerated beat slowed a little with that, and she chuckled. “Not the best use of the English language right now, honey, but at least you’re trying.”

Then you blurted out in Russian. “Это означает, что вы тоже умеете обращаться с языком!” And then looked sly. “Делает меня счастливой девочкой, а?”

This time she came to a hard stop at the red light and the seatbelt locked on both of you. “Ugh! I hate when this happens.” You fought with the strap to try and loosen the seatbelt. You looked the fool as you kept failing to free yourself by grunting with each pull, glaring at the anchor attached to the door that kept clunking in defiance.

Emily remained quiet as you struggled. She wasn’t as proficient in Russian as you were, but she gleaned enough of it that made her mouth go dry …

The rest of the drive home had been tamer because the fight with the seatbelt seemingly made you forget all about the linguistic tongue inuendo due to alcohol consumption, but Emily was well aware that her surprised reaction was wailing with desire for you. When you exited her car, a flash of want passed between you when you locked eyes. It began as a rudimentary current that wanted to spark brightly and latch onto the two of you. Emily did want to reach out to claim it with a fervent need. In those scant seconds of gazing deeply into your eyes, she pictured herself quickly exiting the car to stalk around it towards you so she could capture your lips in a hot, fervent, kiss.

Later that night Emily was stuck lying in bed and unable to sleep, her mind drifting inevitably to you. She tried forcing her mind to work on the current cases to be logical instead of emotional – detailing evidence or witness testimony or go through Monday’s schedule to bore her to sleep because running numbers at that financial meeting is boring as fuck. But every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing you. The way your eyes squint, making them noticeably mischievous, when you playfully flirt with her. It caused your mouth to curve upwards divinely despite Emily being mortified! Or how delightfully witty you are, how your intelligence pours from you underneath all that frivolity that speaks to the demons you’ve shared with one another. Your physicality in taking Luke down was a sight to behold. Not just the innate skill that you’ve honed over the years to defend yourself but your exquisite lean frame that her wandering eyes enjoyed tracing your musculature.

Emily hadn’t felt this way in a long time and when she did, she just took care of her needs with a toy or her hand in the safety of her own home. Instead of giving in to her desire and being respectful of your inability to make sound decisions, you both parted ways, Emily waiting until you made it inside the main entrance safely as you continued to sing Shadows of the Night by Pat Benatar that had started playing in the car. You may have been drunk but damn, did you have a fine singing voice. You even stayed on key.

Her mind begins to wander further, wondering how those strong arms and legs of yours would feel wrapped around her own body. It forced a sigh from Emily’s mouth, her body shifting under the sheets as the chase for friction between her legs grew wanton. As she brought her hands under the sleep shirt she wore, she toyed with already erect nipples, palms gliding against them in a circular pattern before fingers pinched and rolled. She closed her eyes and gasped, feeling herself clenching as her body demands more.

One of Emily’s hands drifts teasingly along her bare abdomen, imagining how the two of you would try and dominate the other, kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes until one of you claimed victory and, in her mind, Emily succumbed first. She softly groans with her hand slipping under the pajama pants and the waistband of her underwear, teasing coarse hairs. She cries out, picturing your face between her legs, nuzzling and teasing your tongue to work Emily up viciously. She spreads her fingers rubbing her clit between them as hips rock of their own accord. She immediately clenches with a strangled sigh, needing to fill the escalating ache. She imagines her fingers sliding inside her were yours, that you were feeling her slick heat for the very first time. That your tongue was batting against her clit instead of the palm grinding against it. Emily’s wanton body was flushed with impending climax – lips parted in a diverse symphony of cries and gasps with hips rocking to reach maximum penetration. Her free hand gripped the sheets tightly and tugged, grounding herself in the image of you pumping and curling your fingers at just the right tempo to make her sing. She imagines your heated gaze locking with her own across the landscape of her undulating body and that was when she couldn’t hold back any further.

Emily cried out your name at the first tight pull deep within her pelvis before unraveling completely.

She immediately fell asleep after releasing her body’s tension in a delightful orgasm but when she awoke this morning, Emily knew she was in trouble. She wanted to blame JJ, Tara and Penelope for putting thoughts of you two together in her head, but that wasn’t entirely true. These stray thoughts have been occurring since Indio. If she wanted to be truly honest with herself, probably even longer.

So, it really, really, was unpleasant to know that she didn’t have the entire weekend to get her emotions in check. No. Sicarius just had to make contact late last night. Penelope texted both you and Emily that Spiderboy took the bait. Emily had made the decision for the three of you to meet at Quantico to go over next steps and not respond too quickly without a plan, and if things progressed further, you would need a separate device to use, which could only be provided onsite.

She purposefully remains seated to the left of Penelope, not wanting to sit against the edge of the desk to avoid as much eye contact with you as possible. You had shambled into Quantico with an FBI hoodie on looking like a criminal. The hood was pulled tightly over your head, the strings long and dangling against your chest and to make the ensemble perfect, you had sunglasses on. The black sweats and crocs really took away the mystique though.

You were nursing your coffee from a to go cup from Costco, idly swinging your chair back and forth in thought on the other side of Garcia. You hadn’t said anything or acted like anything out of the ordinary happened last night, and Emily knows she didn’t fantasize the interaction. It occurred to her that maybe she got lucky, and you were so drunk you just don’t remember what happened.

Penelope being hung over also was in Emily’s favor. No jokes or pushing any information on driving you home has come up. Well except one joke she made about you.

“You’re awfully quiet there, Unabomber.”

“Ha. Ha.” Your tone was dull. “I’m thinking.”

You were thinking about last night and how stupid you were on the ride home with Emily. Sure, you didn’t betray national secrets, or Emily’s tendency to sleep on her office couch instead of going home, but you were a stupid drunken fool hitting on her so explicitly when you two were alone in her car.

You had never been so grateful being choked by a seatbelt. It managed to reset your brain, making you behave, your addled mind going to a safe place which was singing in Emily’s car! Who does that?! You’re so fucking embarrassed that drunk you thought singing to Pat Benatar was the perfect way to turn the conversation around to something less mortifying with only three minutes left until you arrived at your complex.

You’re still unsure how you feel about Emily ignoring what happened and honestly, it’ll have to wait for another time. You need to focus on Sicarius.

User45125: How’s the world on your end? It’s been a minute.

You received this message a minute after Sicarius responded to your carefully written response to a true idiot poster that thought gasoline and a match were all you needed to send things ablaze. Someone with more finesse would offer advice on how not to get caught after your first fire. You and Emily had bounced different ideas on how to tackle your first post on the message board and felt that an innocuous response to a thread would get your feet wet. You also liked some posts that fit FlamePit23’s usual interests, but at an inconsistent pace to make it appear that FlamePit23 was busy.

Penelope suddenly whines in frustration. “Ugh, still no luck, ladies. The way private messaging works on this platform is that the system deletes messages after ninety days. Nothing I’m doing can retrieve them.”

“Well, we got everything FlamePit posted, and I came up with a good opening. I can keep it up with the info we’ve got. Just, if we keep messaging like this and things escalate, I’m gonna need more wiggle room to communicate and I doubt I’m doing this on my personal cell,” you explain.

Prentiss immediately agrees. “Garcia, set up a cellular device for Whitlock with all the bells and whistles the prior unsubs had. I want this phone to be Sicarius approved.”

“Easily done. I’ll hook you up with latest and greatest, my dear.”

You nudge her knee with yours and she looks up at you and smiles when she sees yours. “Thanks for taking care of me. But now I need to borrow her majesty’s keyboard to respond. May I?”

She tilts it towards you. “You may.”

You bite your lower lip and, in these situations, become FlamePit23 and go with your gut. It’s how you’re a good spy. You put you away in this neat little box to emulate the persona that you’re required to be. You type something out as Garcia and Prentiss watch. You didn’t even have to delete words or rephrase. You answer as if this wasn’t your first time speaking with Sicarius which impresses both women.

FlamePit23: You know how it goes. Life gets in the way and you have to pretend play. How is shit on your end?

You didn’t hit send yet and look at the ladies to your left. “Sound good?”

“Did you seriously rhyme on purpose?” asks Penelope.

You finally pull back the hood covering your head and smooth back your tussled hair. “Indeed, I did. This girl likes being poetic so here I am waxing some.”

Emily nods to hide her distracting eyes towards your movements. “Hopefully it’s enough.”

You hit send and slide the keyboard back to Penelope. “Figure I’ll stay here until the phone’s ready?”

“Correct. We can’t take the chance Sicarius responds back now that FlamePit23 will seemingly be more active. How long to get her set up?”

Penelope’s fingers dance along her newly returned keyboard setting up programs and requisitioning a phone for your use. “A few hours to work my magic, lovelies.”

“And let’s start brainstorming electronic footprints that Sicarius can find. If things start going well, he won’t want to talk to someone that he can’t find anything on.”

“Good plan. But first, I’m gonna go make some coffee. Can’t plot without more,” you announce, rising. “Shall I make it for three?”

“Yes, please!” Penelope brings up coding to start imprinting electronic lies for later. Not for social media. No, this FlamePit would be off those apps, probably have a police record and basic information of where she lived, went to school, work, and current address. Simple things for Penelope to create.

“That would be great. Thanks, Whitlock,” says a distracted Emily, busy scrolling through her phone.

You take it as a good sign that she doesn’t want to join you to talk about last night. You salute the two of them and head out to the kitchen.

Penelope may have been hung over, but she was not ignoring her desire to know what happened last night after Emily offered to drive you home. Since you arrived at Quantico first looking like shit, she didn’t want to press her cutie for any information just yet. The sober section chief was her target.

She looks at Emily who was focused on her phone and decides to take her fuzzy yellow pen top to tickle her friend’s face. “Okay, spill!”

Emily irately swats the offending item away. “What the hell?!”

She accusingly points her fuzzy pen top at her. “You mean to tell me nothing happened last night?!”

“What?” Emily was tired and impatient at the vague statement, but the fierce look Penelope was giving her provided the means to piece together the unspoken specifics. “No, nothing happened. I just drove her home.”

“After all the flirty banter and her eying you all night, nothing happened?” Penelope was appalled.

“She was not eying me all night. And to be fair, you all end up being flirty with each other, and me, when you’re all tipsy and beyond,” she corrects firmly.

“I have eyes, Emily, and I saw hers looking at you when she wasn’t laughing against your side,” she counters haughtily. “And you sure as heck didn’t mind her being all cozied up to you.”

“And she was drunk. I’m not going to do anything when she’s drunk.”

“Ah!” Penelope points happily. “So, you do want to do something!”

“No! That’s … that’s not what I meant,” she says, quickly trying to defend herself.

“Then what did you mean?” she asks, crossing her arms with an eyebrow raising with demand. “You still haven’t given a real reason why you can’t go for her.”

“Because we’re working a case.” She gestures with her phone hand to Penelope’s screens. “Last thing I need is a distraction. Or if shit goes wrong, being awkward at work.”

“No,” Penelope waggles her brows in mischief. “But this would be a good distraction since, you know, you’re one of the few people not getting laid around here.”

She grimaces and feels her cheeks grow hot as her mind goes back to getting herself off last night to the thoughts of you. “God damn it, JJ …”

Penelope’s face relaxes and looks at Emily with sympathy. “I wouldn’t push if I didn’t think our cutie wasn’t in to you, and believe me, all signs point to being hot for Prentiss. And come on, Emily! You two have a lot in common and are getting on well. Take a chance for once and see how things go instead of running away of a maybe good thing …”

You stop in Prentiss’ office to grab her FBI mug before heading to the kitchen without thinking. You just know that was her preferred mug and wanted to use it. You pour the coffee grinds into a filter, fill the coffee maker with water, hit brew, and then line up the mugs. Yours was just a plain red one that you borrowed and set it between Prentiss’ and Garcia’s Good Morning Servant white mug with cats on it.

As the hot water starts dripping with audible hissing, you lean against the fridge with a sigh wondering what you were you going to do about last night. Do you just ignore what happened like Emily was doing or do you come up with a lame apology and see where things go?

Easy enough. You’re going to forget about it and pretend you were an amnesic drunk. You never had a relationship before and you’re not going to start changing your mind now. Everyone has baggage but yours is the size of two semi’s packed full of it. Emily doesn’t deserve to deal with your bullshit. Bullshit that equated to never having an emotional or physical relationship ever with anyone since your fucking father ruined any chance of that connection with his abuse against you. You used your body for marks in the CIA, which was easy for you to pretend to be someone else, like how you pretended to be someone else when your father assaulted you. It was easy to transpose the same survival instincts to undercover work and push women that held interest in you away with being aloof to their advances. Men were easier to disappoint. If a no didn’t suffice, it became a fuck off, and if that didn’t work, the fist in their face ended the issue.

But fuck it all with Emily. Why did she have to be so fucking flawlessly imperfect. You didn’t know how else to explain her energy that just wanted to link with yours. The woman was fucking gorgeous with long silver hair framing her face, and brown eyes that spoke to you with a depth of emotional understanding being in the same line of work as yours. And her fucking ability to disarm you was aggravating as it was comforting. You just were able to be you around her and since Brian gave her some leeway into who that was, you found it easy to be honest with her.

You never had this sort of affection come over you for anyone and it scared you that you wanted to know what it felt like. But you couldn’t. Again, it wasn’t fair to Emily.

Your phone goes off just then and when you pull it free from your pants pocket, you see that it was Brian and answer. “Your ears were burning. The guilty party has decided to check in.”

Brian laughs. “She told you, huh?”

“Considering she showed up outta the blue at the apartment and I was livid? Yeah, of course she told me.”

“And how did it go?”

“Oh, you just assumed I went?” you respond back, pretending to be irritated.

“You sound tired and hung over, so yes. I know you did.”

You scowl in displeasure at how easily he can still read you over the phone. “Seriously? I sound like that. I thought I was hiding it pretty good.”

“Well?”

“You want a pat on the back or something?” You say it with a chuckle.

“Nope. Just want to know how it went.”

The hand against the fridge door was lightly stroking the cold metal before you began drumming your fingers against the surface in thought. “I had a lot of fun. Thanks for telling her.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Though, you really should be thanking Prentiss for calling me.”

“I did.” You rock your head mulling it over and rephrase. “Sorta.”

“Alright. How did you sorta thank someone this time?”

Brian was well aware of your ability to speak around certain phrases and thanking someone for pushing you was one of them. “By allowing her the pleasure of driving me to the meet up and back.”

“That all?”

“No.” He waits patiently as you work up your courage. “I let her know I suck at being in groups.” Then you thud the back of your head against the fridge a couple of times. “And I sang in front of her on the ride home.”

“You did not.” He’s shocked.

“Indeed, I did.”

“You never sing in front of people so casually …” He still couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, well …” You sigh,” … I was drunk.”

“Even drunk you don’t.” He waits a beat, and you can hear him smiling into the phone. “You must really like her to let your guard down like that.”

“That’s debatable but thank god I have a good voice, or I’d really be embarrassed.” You click your tongue. “I also may have confirmed I’m a spy last night. Just with Prentiss tho. Since you gave a bit of clearance and all.”

“That’s fair. She’s high enough up the chain to know small details of your work. But speaking of work …”

“Uh, oh … I swear I didn’t do it,” you grin, chuckling.

“Actually, that’s right on the nose. You missed Nina.”

Your eyes widen and you hit your fist against the fridge. “Shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bail on Nina. Is she mad?”

“No, but I am. You’re seeing her tomorrow. I want no excuses and for you to write it on your forehead if you need to. This is the first time in years you missed a session when stateside.”

“Okay, okay. Wait. Tomorrow’s Sunday.”

“And I’m the Director of the CIA.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Of course, Brian pulled strings and paid Nina a bonus to talk to your ass on a weekend day. “Fine. What time?”

“10am.”

“Got it. I promise I won’t miss my date with Nina this time.”

What you didn’t realize is that Prentiss had come down to talk to you and was waiting for you to finish your conversation with Brian just around the corner. The courage that Penelope had forcefully coaxed out of her immediately dissolved into disappointment. It was too good to be true that you were interested in her and it was just the alcohol talking. She slips away back to Penelope’s office, anxiously picking at her nails to work through the emotions coursing through her body.

Whoever this Nina was, she must be an amazing woman for Brian to be setting her up with you. She was lucky. Unlike Emily who was two minutes too late in asking you out …

*Translation from Russian

And that means you’re skilled with your tongue, too! Makes me a lucky girl, eh?

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Putting The Moves On Him (My Hero Academia)

Heyo everyone! Guess who's back with some fluffy Todobaku for your viewing pleasure? This girl! The fabulous @intheticklecloset and I were yelling about Todobaku together as one does,and thus this fic was born! Thank you so much Nym for fangirling about these two with me and inspiring me to make something soft and squishy with them in it! I hope y'all like it :D

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Summary: Todoroki's love language is physical touch, so much so just seeing it in his favorite drama's makes him swoon. Bakugou decides to give his boyfriend the real deal.

Bakugou wasn’t oblivious.

Well..okay, maybe SOMETIMES he drank from the carton without checking the expiration date. And sure- occasionally he might fail to see his headphones aren’t connected, leaving everyone to bear witness to whatever playlist he put together that only made sense to himself. Small, meaningless things that might lead to some discomfort, but ending at that. Discomfort.

He always made sure to make note of the important things.

~~~

A small sigh; gentle and breathy. Bakugou tried not to make his interest show as he dared a peek towards his boyfriend. They were in his room; lying across wrinkled sheets on their bellies as they entertained themselves. Todoroki was watching a show on his tablet, headphones in and cheeks flushed. The blonde didn’t have to see the screen to know it was a romance.

He dared a peek, trying for stealth as he watched the two characters on screen interact. They were fighting- but it didn’t seem like anything truly intense. The girl stepped forward in a sudden surge of emotion when it happened.

She was against a wall, the guy pinning her with a hand above her head. She sucked in a breath, as did Todoroki. His chest raised and lowered as if he were the one being pinned.

Bakugou fought off a smile, shaking his head at just how affected his boyfriend was by the scene. Returning to his Switch, he considered the various other moments he got to witness Todoroki swoon over as his Charizard destroyed the champion.

~~~

“Hey, come train with me.”

Todoroki looked up, not surprised by the request. “Right now? Haven’t we done enough these past few days?”

“One more day isn’t gonna kill you. Besides- I haven’t fought you quirkless yet.” Bakugou didn’t wait, turning and heading into the nearest room. He knew Todoroki would follow him.

“You’re as hardworking as ever.” The duel-quirked hero laughed softly, kicking off his shoes and wandering across the mats. “But that’s what I like about you. You’re always so persistent.”

“Tch- shut it.” Bakugou huffed, turning away before Todoroki caught a glimpse of his smile. “Let’s freaking do this! Come at me!”

“Why? You should come at me.”

“Cause I said so.”

“I don’t recognize your authority.”

“You son of a-fine, come here!” Bakugou ran at him, aiming low. Todoroki dodged at the last second, dancing out of reach as the blonde tried to grab onto him.

“Come on- Ol’e Or whatever the bullfighters in movies say!” Todoroki smirked, enjoying how irritated Bakugou looked. He pranced and dodged every grab and swing sent his way, throwing in little jabs here and there to really get the blonde going. “Is this what you can do without your explosives? You need more practice.”

“Ah, you son of a-” Bakugou paused, studying him. Then he calmed- a rare sight in a fight for him. “No, I know what you're doing. And it’s not gonna distract me!”

Todoroki would have asked what that was if the ground suddenly fell out from under him. A hand grasped his shirt while the other nestled the back of his skull. He landed flat on his back, Bakugou looming over him.

Oh…

Oh.

Was his heartbeat loud? Todoroki felt it in his ears, eyes wide and suddenly unable to breathe. His cheeks felt like lava, hot and tingly and dear lord the way Bakugou was looking at him- calm and smug and beyond attractive. He leaned down, and Todoroki involuntarily closed his eyes.

Only to blink when his nose was flicked.

“Gotcha.” Bakugou grinned at him, delighted at Todoroki’s fluster. “I win.” With that, he gave him a quick peck before shooting to his feet, running out the room like a child pulling a prank.

Todoroki laid there, heart racing and ears burning. He covered the stupid grin pulling at his lips with his hands, fighting the urge to make a noise in case Bakugou was still within earshot as he kicked his feet.

~~~

“Good grief- how much whipped cream did you put on that?” The blonde asked one morning, more amused than anything at the tall pile resting against Todoroki’s waffle stack.

“Not enough. It’s good for the brain.” He replied, swiping a finger through the perfect mountain before licking it, closing his eyes. “Sugar or something- ask Midoriya.”

“I’m not asking that nerd shit.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, a fondness in his smile as he watched Todoroki snag another bite. “How did I not know you had a sweet tooth?”

“I don’t- I just really like whipped cream.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

“No- this is light and airy. Sweets are heavy.”

“How-ah, it’s too early for this.” Bakugou shook his head as he grabbed his water bottle, turning towards the outskirts around the dorm. “I’m going for a run. Be ready when I get back- it’s our turn to get groceries.”

“Hm.” Todoroki had picked up the waffle whole, biting into it as he listened to Bakugou talk. He looked like a squirrel harvesting; cheeks fat and happy. Bakugou tried not to laugh. “Sure, sure, no problem.”

“Good. Hey, hold still.” The blonde reached out, swiping a dollop of cream off his cheek. Without breaking eye contact, he licked his thumb, smirking when Todoroki blushed. “You know- it’s not all that bad.”

He took off, fiddling with his playlist as he disappeared out the door. Todoroki was stock still- staring at the waffle he bit into as he replayed that action over and over in his mind.

“Dude- you got it bad.” Denki mused from beside him, taking the other waffle off his plate. Todoroki didn’t even notice.

~~~

“Hmm..’He looked at her with such…context?’”

“Contempt.”

“I knew that!”

Todoroki smiled at the blonde’s annoyance, his eyes never leaving his notebook. They were working on their English homework together; Present Mic was insistent they kept their studies going even with everything else in the world going on. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Like hell I am.” Bakugou grumbled, glaring at his own notebook. “You can’t even begin to imagine how many tutors had to help me before I could figure this out.”

“I always assumed academics were natural for you.”

“I’m not a genius like people say I am.” There was a touch of insecurity in his sarcastic remark. Todoroki reached out and patted his hand.

“Struggling with one subject doesn’t make you any less smart. You help me with any subjects I barely understand. I mean it when I say that; you’re a natural when it comes to this kind of thing.”

Bakugou flushed, cheeks on fire as he glared into his clenched pencil. Then he reached out- squeezing Todoroki’s shoulder. “Erm..thanks, Shoto.”

The half-n-half hero smiled gently, returning to his notebook.

“I never believed in fate until I met you. Now I know we’re meant to be together.”

Todoroki felt himself shiver, dropping his pencil at the words. “W-What?” He asked, turning around to look at Bakugou.

“What? I was just reading the next question out loud.” Bakugou didn’t look up from his work, hands scratching away at the paper. Todoroki felt his heart race again, trying not to clutch it as he took a shaky breath.

“Yeah..yeah, I see…” He swore he could see Bakugou smiling to himself. Only after he finished the last of the worksheet did he realize none of the translations even came close to that.

~~~

“Shoto.” Bakugou called out to him many weeks later. At this point, Todoroki was ready.

“Yes?” He asked when the blonde reached him. He could see the signs now- little quirks here and there. A suppressed smile, a glean in his eyes. His hands twitched with eagerness to do what he was going to do next. Todoroki’s heart raced with each fidget- also eager.

“I saw this new thing on the internet. Some cool handshake or whatever.” Bakugou raised his hands between them, flat and straight. Todoroki immediately knew what was happening.

“...” He did the same, mimicking the pose as he watched Bakugou smile. Fingers folded into the other one, leaving five digits standing. Todoroki did it with some feign hesitation, slowly dragging them down before looking at Bakugou. “Is this the part where we shake hands?”

Bakugou didn’t respond. Instead he hooked his own into Todoroki’s standing ones, bringing it up and above his head. That hand from before was back on his skull- cushioning the blow as he was pressed up into the wall. Another small gasp, his eyes widened involuntarily as he looked into Bakugou’s.

The blonde was grinning now, leaning in so they were forehead to forehead, his hand dragging slowly from Todoroki’s head to his neck then shoulder. The duel-quirk hero tried not to squirm, fighting off the giggles building up in his chest as the hand rested on his chest- right above his heart.

“Heh. Knew it. You totally love this.” Bakugou’s voice was hushed, a secret between them as he held Todoroki’s gaze. “Your heart is practically sprinting, Shoto.”

“Can you blame me? You’re so close..” He didn’t have the words to banter- his brain was barely working with Bakugou right there. “You really have been doing all this on purpose, have you?”

“Yeah.” No point denying it, it seemed. “Has it been working?”

“...Yeah.” Todoroki confessed. No point denying it himself either. “It has.”

“Good.” Bakugou laughed softly, letting the hand on Todoroki’s chest slide. He was about to take it off before deciding he had one more trick up his lack of sleeve.

“What-Ah! Ahehahahahah, dohohoohn’t you dahahahhare!” Todoroki squeaked, bursting into giggles when Bakugou began squeezing his side. “Nohohohooho, it tihihihiihckles!”

“That’s the point, Shoto. Man, you really gotta keep up with me, here.” Bakugou snickered as he leaned in to kiss him, smothering his giggle fits briefly.

Voices could be heard then. Uraraka and Midoriya- something about moves and whatnot. Todoroki felt his stomach churn with sudden dread. “Katsu-”

The door he was leaning on opened, sending them tumbling back. A few moves- a hand back on his head and a kick to wood sent them straight into Todoroki’s room, concealed away before anyone could witness.

“What was that?” They heard Midoriya ask.

“Maybe a ghost? Scary..” Uraraka added, their footsteps passing by with no stop. Bakugou waited, still as a statue until they couldn’t hear them any longer. “Wow- talk about a close call.” He turned back to Todoroki, bringing his hand out from behind his head and brushing his thumb against his cheek. “You good?”

All of it was such a daze. Between the wall pin, the kiss, the almost getting caught- and now he was once again pinned to the floor beneath his boyfriend, breathless and light. When Bakugou asked again, he reached up and kissed him, hard and fast.

“Mm!” The blonde yelped before melting, grabbing onto his shirt as he quickly returned the favor. “Damn, I should do this more often.”

“Mm…wait- wait, Katsuki.” At Todoroki’s words, he froze immediately, giving him enough space to speak. “Can I ask you something?”

“Right now? I mean- yeah.” The blonde nodded, brows furrowed. “What’s up?”

“Why…why did you do all this? The wall thing, the quotes- all that romantic stuff?” He had a feeling he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from his boyfriend's lips. “How did you know I’d…”

Bakugou blinked, considering. Then he grinned, laughing as he fell into Todoroki’s chest. “You’re so duhuhmb! Isn’t it obvious?” He looked at him, eyes dancing with such love it once again snatched his breath away. Damn- he was gonna need new lungs. “It’s because you love this kind of thing. You’re like- physically affectionate or whatever the love thingy is.”

“Love languages. But- you don’t like this kind of stuff though, no?” The blonde was never much for physical contact- griping and groaning over it whenever someone tried to hug him. “So why..?”

Bakugou sighed, the sound amused. “It’s not my preferred love thing, but…you love it. And I guess I don’t really mind getting physical-” He paused, wagging his brows. Todorki rolled his eyes with a laugh. “No but seriously- I know how much you love this kind of thing, and I want to give you the kind of love you deserve. And- mind you, I’m not against physical touch- obviously.” He gestured to their positions. “This isn’t my thing, that’s all. I’ll gladly give it to you-” Another pause- Todorki shoved at his shoulder. “Hehe, okay okay. I just know you well enough to make you happy.”

Todoroki felt his heart swell, eyes misting some at the words. Before Bakugou could panic, the half-n-half hero reached out, touching his cheek with a strong smile.

“I don’t think I tell you this enough- but I love you, so much.”

Bakugou’s cheeks flushed, eyes wide and smile growing. He leaned into Todoroki’s hand with a small laugh, puddy at his fingers. “Now we’re really recreating your romances.”

Todoroki laughed, pulling him close and kissing him once more, resuming their previous activity. Every kiss reminded him just how lucky he was to have someone like Bakugou in his life.

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 9

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

Previous part

Part 9: dominating discoveries

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Alastor's magic was all over me, as was he, the second I stepped foot in the house. He was searching for more injuries and sorting through my mind for anything ill will.

"Stop fussing," I said, attempting to push his chest away. His arm was still firmly wrapped around my back, cane in hand, as his other hand trailed over my head and shoulders for the umpteenth time, light as a feather. "My clothes are in worse condition."

"Angelic weapons are dangerous," he stated, "you may not have healed all the way."

"I'm fine. I'm half Angel, remember? But they do hurt like a bitch."

"Your language has gotten worse, my dear."

"I've heard you curse before. Here or there isn't going to hurt anyone." I scratched the healed spot on my nose. His palm came up to cup my cheek, claws cold to the touch despite the extreme warmth of his hand. His red eyes examined me in a long moment of silence.

"Alastor?" I brought him out of his trance.

"Hm?" he hummed, blinking twice.

"Thank you. For not interfering."

He blinked again. "You asked and I obliged. It would not do to make you loathe me again."

"You drive me nuts sometimes," I interlaced my fingers with his on my cheek, "but I don't think I could loathe you."

His smile was light and genuine. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. The brush of his hair on my cheeks, and the feeling of his lips on my skin, brought back our earlier conversation.

"I do believe—" I placed a kiss on his palm. "—I promised some quality time when I returned." His smile seemed slightly strained from the motion.

"I believe you did."

My heart hammered in my chest as I reached up to pull him down to my eye level by his bow tie. "Our bedroom may be a more...preferable space."

He snapped back up and pulled me close. Shadows warped my field of vision, thinning out to reveal the bright red master bedroom. I peeled away from him and took off my partially stained jacket.

"You did amazing tonight," he said from the place we had manifested in. He still had his cane in hand as he watched me drape the coat over a chair and return to him in the center of the room.

"I've done harder things." I leaned my weight into him and ran my hand over his clothed chest. I heard a sharp intake of static. I leaned my head on the front of his shoulder, letting my hand continue to wander down his arm. "How was the talk with Thatcher?"

I felt something jolt in his mind. "He...was not receptive, nor was Nym. They are both now asleep in their beds."

"So you didn't remedy what I had asked." I stepped away from him, watching him try to hide a wince at the loss of magical and physical contact. "Perhaps then we don't need to spend time together. I do need to clean my coat." I walked back to the chair to grab the material. As I pretended to examine it, he appeared behind me so that my back was against his chest.

"I attempted, as you asked." He was using his sweet, unfiltered voice. He was playing nice. I didn't want to, though. I had envisioned so many things during his absence, all thanks to the various books I had picked up.

"I told you to remedy it, not attempt to." I tilted my head at a funny angle to look up at him. His smile was strained but he was trying to keep his chipper tone.

"You know the children best," he tried. "Thatcher is terrified of the smallest of creatures. It will take some time for him to even look in my direction."

"You're telling me the Radio Demon can't handle children?"

"The Radio Demon does not like children," he returned, "but his soulmate does." He gently poked a claw under my chin. "Perhaps you will indulge me, darling? I did well not to interfere, as you requested."

"That's true." I abandoned the coat in exchange for facing him completely. "I suppose you deserve something for that."

He leaned down to allow the kiss. I put my hand behind his head to press harder into his lips. He hummed a laugh as his arm wrapped naturally around my back like he always did.

My other hand trailed down his arm to where he still held onto his cane. I tapped the cold metal twice and sent him a mental message to rid the thing. It disappeared with black and green electricity. It allowed his now free hand to mirror mine on his head. He leaned further over me, bending me backwards and pulling me into him.

As gently as before, I shifted through his brain. I wanted to satisfy my curiosity from earlier but didn't want to let him know what I was looking for; didn't want to run the risk of being pulled out of his mind. So I carefully ran my tongue on his lips and felt him dull his teeth enough for me to meet his tongue. It was enough of a distraction to let me in, his naturally dominating personality taking over of the physical actions.

I gently went back to the memory of my scolding. He was on his knees with my hand squeezing his ear. I pulled him down a second time and when he looked up; that's when I felt it. I searched in that part of his mind, shifting and moving to sit exactly as he was in that moment.

It took another moment of gentle digging to discover a shocking truth:

He had liked it.

He hadn't refused to use his magic against me because he was afraid of my anger, but because he was enjoying the power and aggression I was exhibiting...on him.

I dared another memory. He watched everything unfold at the factory through my eyes. At certain points that same feeling returned.

He was always in control, always had to be, so was it relieving to give it to someone else he trusted instead? Did he trust me like that?

I slithered out of the memory right as he pulled away from the kiss. Both of us were breathless. His antlers had grown a few inches.

"Are you alr—" he didn't get to finish his sentence as I shoved him backwards. I walked him right into the wall, grabbed his chin, and pulled him back down for another kiss. It took him a moment to register what had happened before he gave into the kiss. That same feeling from his memories was rising again.

One arm trapped my waist to his hips while the other grabbed the back of my head. His long, thick tongue was stronger than mine, pressing harshly around my mouth and daring to go too far back. Mine was close to the same length, tangling with his, and never allowing him to keep me in one place.

My free hand reached up to hook around the hem of his jacket. He flinched but didn't stop his advances in the kiss. So I continued, feeling around for how he got this thing off.

There were two buttons hidden under the fabric that were thankfully easy to undo. I sucked in more air through my nose as I slid both hands under the jacket at his shoulders. He detached his hands from me, never once breaking the wet kiss, and let me push it off his arms.

An unspoken thought passed through us: we were not ready to go all the way yet.

But that didn't mean we couldn't do other things. So, I sent an image to his mind before breaking the kiss. I gathered the ridiculously long jacket in my hands, stole a quick glance at him in his red button up, then turned away to hang the jacket on the chair with mine. As I did, my tail lightly trailed up his arm and flicked his hair. His palm brushed against the end as he moved to sit in the vacant chair.

I watched him pull the bow tie off and set it on the table. He then elegantly sat in the chair, arms on the rests, and tilted his head to the side to watch me. I put my hands behind my back and glided over to him. For once I couldn't read his expression. He was holding his flat-tooth smile, canines still large and on display, but his eyebrows were in a neutral spot.

If it wasn't for our magic, I might've thought he didn't want to continue.

But we did have soulmate magic. So I could feel his magic desperately trying to coax me into coming as close as physically possible. I stepped so our legs were somewhat intertwined and reached out, taking his chin in my palm and rubbing my thumb across his smooth skin. He was shorter by an inch or two in the chair but it still made it so he needed to look up to keep eye contact.

Was I actually holding the Radio Demon's face like this? Was he actually allowing me?

I drew my hand away, catching a small noise like a whimper from him, before slamming them on his arms and using extra magic to hold them in place against the armrest.

Alastor bristled.

His teeth sharpened.

I put my weight on his arms and brought both legs up to fold on either side of him, straddling his hips just as we had done the night before his disappearance. I threaded my hands through his hair on the side and made my way up to the base of his ears. His lips parted on a sigh, aggression disappearing as quickly as it had come on, as I gently ran my hands up and down the sensitive appendages.

With his eyes closed, he wasn't expecting my sudden kiss. This time the noise sounded like a squeak in my mouth. I laughed into the kiss, causing his ears to flatten sideways from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, dear," I half mused half meant. I lightly ran my claw along one ear until I reached his antlers. I began scratching around them and watched him fall back into his trance.

"Allow me...to...to touch you," he tried. I could feel how much effort it took him to speak those simple words. My other hand reached behind his head and drew a sharp claw down the back of his head, down his neck, until his collar was in the way. He shivered at the sensation and groaned, eyes peeling open to look at me. "Y-you are doing things t-to me darling."

My hand came down from his antlers to press against his cheek. I brought my face closer so our noses touched. "Good."

A weird staticky noise gurgled in the back of his throat. I felt him push against my magic but I clamped down on it with my shield again. His head made a slight jerk to the side and he peered up with a glare.

"What has brought this on, my dear?" He straightened up and shifted his legs. My tail wrapped around both of his ankles, earning another staticky reaction.

"I've waited eight years to be able to kiss you." I kept my face close but never went in for that kiss. I could feel his mind trying to convince me to close the distance.

"You are doing much more than kissing," he pointed out.

I leaned back and placed my hands on his trapped arms. His eyes instantly looked me up and down. I could hear him begging for skin to skin touch. Though he would never admit it aloud. I would need to be sneaky.

"I'm experimenting." My hands glided up his arms until they reached the red collar. His eyes suddenly gripped mine and I found myself unable to look away. It was almost like a dare; a challenge.

My hands felt what they needed as I began unbuttoning his shirt. I had planned to stop but something compelled me to keep going. My hands moved on their own. There was something warm pumping through my veins.

It wasn't until I had neared his belt that I realized he had been coaxing me. His mind was filling my mind and seemed to have one hell of a grip. I couldn't shake him. Even when he dared to move my hands for my sharp claws to hook on his leather belt. A shot of nerves went through my body.

He brought my hands back up after a chuckle and finally made that desired skin to skin contact on his chest.

He let go of my mind then, licking his lips and leaning comfortably into the chair. I was about to make a remark when I realized I was touching fur. My eyes jumped down to his half exposed chest.

The fur was the same color as his skin and very short. It was soft.

I pushed the sides of shirt to the side to see how far his fur extended. It went down the center of his chest and covered about 3/4 to the sides. It turned to skin near his ribs.

"Just full of surprises," my tone went from surprise to mischief halfway through.

"You can't have all the fun, darling." His hands touched my back, earning a violent flinch from the unexpected contact.

"When did you—"

"You have not trumped me yet, love." His now free hands moved to my waist where his thumbs rubbed the bone hidden beneath my pants. "I've allowed you to have your fun. Now it is my turn."

His arms wrapped around and under me as he abruptly stood up. I clung to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him on instinct. I kept my tail out of the way of his boots as he landed my back firmly on the mattress.

Not all the way. We thought in union.

With both agreeing on the same idea, it gave plenty of room to see just how far we could go without going all the way.

I kept my legs around his waist as his he looked down at me. He took up most of my vision with that devilish smile of his. He brought my claw to his face where he placed a gentle kiss on it. Seeing him tower over me like this brought on a funny feeling.

He let go of my hand and moved to my shirt. He asked the question through my mind—waited for an answer—before slipping his palm under the fabric to touch my skin.

It burned.

But in a good way.

I could feel how careful he was being. His palms rang over my stomach without his claws poking me, then hooked gently on the side. I started to laugh and pulled his hands off.

"My my, are you tickilish, my dear?" He pressed against my grip to touch the tip of his claw on my side again. I arched funny and brought my feet up to push him away. "I don't think so." He brushed both feet to the side with one arm and climbed all the way on the bed.

His arm hooked my back to drag me further up towards the pillows. He let me drop and ran his claw along my side again. I stifled a yell, somehow able to remember we had children in the other rooms, and pulled on his antlers to make him stop.

His claws left my skin and grabbed my wrists, yanking them off and pinning them to the bed on either side of my head.

I abruptly went still.

He let go of my wrists and leaned on the mattress instead. He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead then leaned back to look in my eyes. He brought the back of his claws against my cheek in his usual way. His smile was small and genuine.

He snapped his fingers to dress both of us in our nightly outfits. I silently slipped under the sheets and waited for him to do the same. As soon as he was laying on his back, I attached myself to his side.

I felt a smooth wave of warmth travel between our minds. He was happy, and a little bit relieved. So I rubbed my face against his shoulder, hooked my one foot on his, wrapped my tail around his ankle, and slipped my hand just barely under his shirt so my palm touched his skin. He was so warm.

I sent him a picture in my mind and let out a sigh of relief when his gentle claw went under my shirt to rest on my back. How cold his claws be cold but his fingers so warm?

He placed another kiss on my forehead.

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Author's Note:

I can't promise what day I'll upload, but I can promise that y'all will be rewarded for your undying patience. Next part is gonna be juicyyyy

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[firstemcee]

“Nah, It’s all good.”

Veneer x Male!Hip-Hop/Rap artist!Reader (can be read as female or gn, i jus feel like they’re male leaning. uses amab pronouns.)

Part 1(you’re here)—Part 2—

Warnings: just cursing, as far as I know. Reader is written to talk like how I do, which might be a bit confusing to some. No use of y/n.

wc: 799

Summary: Finally getting your first vinyl on the shelves of the record shop that was practically your whole childhood was a huge accomplishment. That accomplishment also came with the well known pop-star coming to get one signed!

THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST FANFIC!! This part is gonna focus more on reader, the second will focus more on Veneer.

thank you @nym-blogs and @miralunawritez for helping me and giving me tips!!! I owe y’all, seriously 🙏🏽

“I can’t be happier my record’s being sold here, man. Really, i’m honored.” You smiled, giving the owner of the small record shop a subtle nod as you spoke with genuine happiness in your tone.

This record shop had been around since you were just a kid, and now you’ve got your first record on the shelves…here. It was just perfect.

The owner gave a small nod in return with a smile, going back to…whatever he was working on.

Award Tour (feat. Trugoy the Dove) - A Tribe Called Quest (I’d say listen to it just for vibes, but you don’t gotta) played quietly in your wired headphones, causing you to slightly nod your head to the beat as you made your way through the isles full of records in search of your own.

You never thought you’d end up here. Doing rap battles in middle school, messing around with different beats in your parent’s basement. Now you’ve finally made a name for yourself.

It brought a huge smile to your face, really. Like a kid getting just what they asked for on christmas, it was perf-

“Oh- I’m so sorry.” A guy spoke softly with hands raised in defense before you after bumping into you. You recognized this guy, who was it again…?

“Nah, it’s all good.” You spoke with a smile and a slight nod to the person who you had finally identified as the overnight pop-star, Veneer. “Nice to see you here.” You murmured, not wanting to cause too much disruption to him. You figured he was used to being interrupted when out, so you wouldn’t give him the whole: ‘Oh my godd, you’re that famous guy!! What’re you doing here—‘

Once you had finally made your way to your record, you gently picked one of them up with a proud sigh and the smile of an accomplished father. You couldn’t help but admire the art, the font, the…everything. Shit, it was yours! You’d look at it all you wanted.

You weren’t gonna look at it forever, of course. You set it down and left the store for a moment to go get a drink from one of the vending machines outside of the shop, returning to the checkout area afterwards while sipping your Fanta.

“You know, some couple just bought your record. First hour and you already got a sale, man.” Your friend at the register subtly congratulated you, earning a smile back.

Sure, one sale in an hour wasn’t much. But you were trying to break out of the underground rap. Plus, it’s a small store, you convinced yourself.

Off of work for the day, you decided to pay the shop a visit…again.

And in that visit, you found yourself looking around the back rooms behind the counter curiously. Until your name was called. “Uh— Yea! Give me a minute…” You murmured informally, stumbling out of the creaky door before making eye contact with the pop-star…again.

“He wants you to sign a record.” Lenny, one of the two guys that ever worked here spoke flatly before handing you a nice pack of bold markers with a raised brow.

“It’s a few. Just for a friend.” Veneer placed three of your vinyls on the counter before you with a sheepish smile. It’s not every day that you were the one signing something for a famous person. So of course, you picked up the yellow paint marker and gave him a small thank you before staring down at the vinyl. “Shit. How does my signature go again…?”

You shook your head to dismiss your thoughts and signed all three in yellow, brows furrowed for a moment as you smoothly glided the marker along. So focused that you didn’t notice the absolute daggers Veneer was staring into you as he watched you do so.

“So, do you uh…come here often?” Veneer asks, snapping out of his small trance and clasping his hands together in front of his chest. His poor choice of small talk made you crack a smile.

“On occasion, yeah. It’s a spot I used to come to a lot as a kid, brings back good memories.” You tried to make him more comfortable, noting his nervousness.

You handed the three back after they had dried, and set the maker down. Of course you weren’t gonna charge him.

Veneer, typically caught up in his fame, never spent any time venturing into different genres of music besides his own. So when he came over to his friends house and happily handed her her birthday gift, the signed vinyls, he was incredibly curious to hear this guy’s music. He had a pretty face, it couldn’t be that bad…

“Oh. My. G- No you didn’t.” The girl’s jaw dropped as she looked over the gift, then to Veneer. Then the gift, then Veneer…before trapping him in a suffocating hug.

“Okay! okay, oh my god, you’re welcome girl—“ Veneer stammered and patted her back with a loud laugh, though desperately trying to make her let go.

When the two eventually started listening to the music, Veneer was practically entranced. It was so different from him and Velvet’s style!

It was so energetic, but still just…calm. And it conveyed so many different emotions and there were so many words—

Clearly he wasn’t used to it.

But he didn’t mind it, not at all.

Again, this is my first fanfic!! I’d appreciate any tips you guys have if i end up doing a second part. Thank you so much for reading.

under no circumstances do i accept you posting my shit on other sites. don’t.

[thebawdybaldurian]

The Birds and the Bees

Summary: Halsin presents Tav with an unusual birthday gift, stalking her across the city, and teasing her with a series of mind-bending orgasms, before finally catching his beloved prey.

Content and Warnings: Halsin x female Tav. Predator/prey/hunt kink, use of a magical sex toy, public teasing/arousal, public masturbation, masturbation with clothes, olfactophilia, knotting, arousal as a wild shaped druid, light breeding kink, edging, oral sex, PIV sex, biting.

“Happy birthday, my heart,” Halsin handed Tav a box about the size of his palm.

It was made entirely of natural materials and quite beautiful in itself. She opened it, finding something nestled between two layers of silk. It was carved of smooth wood and resembled a long, narrow beehive with a large bee connected via a trail of honey. Tav looked at it curiously. The way it was sculpted, it didn’t appear to be for decor, as it would tip over if you tried to stand it up. “It’s lovely,” she smiled. “What is it exactly?”

“A special hive for my queen,” he smiled, taking it from her and sinking to his knees. He tucked his head under her skirt and pulled her panties down a bit.

“Oh?” She gasped as he nuzzled against her clit, sliding his tongue between her folds.

He held back the usual greediness of his tongue, intending only to make her slick for what he planned next. He slipped the ridged hive inside her, hearing a knowing moan escape her lips. The bee nestled snuggly against her clit, forming a very inventive sex toy. He slipped her panties back up to hold the toy in place and escaped from under her skirt. “Does this do what I think it does?” She looked down at him with blushed cheeks.

He smiled with a nod, pulling a small, stone-like object from the pocket of his robe. He slid his thumb across it, an aura of arcane purple light beginning to pulse across it. Tav felt a pulse as well, between her legs, the toy buzzing to life. “Mmmm,” she grinned widely, shifting her hips a little. He slid his thumb over the stone again and dispelled the magical bond between the two items as she let out a disappointed sighed.

“Not to worry, my love,” he grinned mischievously. “I just wanted to give you an easy head start before I seek out my prey. Once the stone is activated, it works in proximity to the hive…the closer I get to you, the harder it thrums.

“Really?” She smiled widely.

“Tracking just your scent through the city would be difficult…I’ll listen for you whimpers too.”

“Oh my…” She giggled amorously, pulsing her muscles against the ridged object nestled in her canal. “You’ve been talking to Astarion, haven’t you? About teasing me in public?”

“He suggested something of the kind…and I know how much you enjoyed Nym’s vibrating toy. She put me in touch with the maker of hers and I had this commissioned for you.

“That’s so incredibly sweet…and sexy,” she shifted again, feeling the throb between her legs only getting worse. “This will slow me down a bit…so give me a decent head start, yeah?”

“Thirty minutes?” he asked, giving her a long kiss. “Since you know this city much better than I?”

“Deal,” she grunted as his hips pressed the bee harder against her clit.

She walked with a slight awkwardness to grab her shoes and cloak, slipping them both on. Halsin gave her one last kiss goodbye before sending her off into the city. Her awkward gait remained, as each step shifted the toy inside and against her. She’d only gotten a few blocks away before her panties were completely soaked. It was quite crowded this deep in the city and she only had half an hour before he would be activating the toy. She needed to get outside the city as quickly as possible before the sensations overwhelmed her.

She could hide a little in her long cloak, but there would be little to prevent anyone from hearing even her quietest cries. She continued walking, each stride bumping the bee against her clit. She already felt her knees wobbling a little and knew she wouldn’t make it far in this state. She turned south towards the docks, hoping to snag a ride on one of the carts headed out of the city. She was near trembling by the time she made it to the harbor, her clit throbbing angrily and begging for release.

“Pardon, sir,” she asked an older dwarf who was almost finished packing up a wagon full of spices that was headed for Candlekeep. “Could I trouble you for a ride to the city gates? I’m supposed to be meeting someone there, but feeling a little ill on my feet.”

The man looked her over, sucking his teeth loudly. “You got coin? You ain’t gonna git sick all over my merchandise?”

“No sir,” she shook her head, fumbling in the pocket of her cloak, hoping to find a few spare coins. She hadn’t thought to grab her handbag. She found a few copper, hoping it would be enough. He frowned at the amount. “I’ll sit in the back, not trouble you a bit.”

“Alright,” he finally conceded, nudging one of the crates further back so there was room for her to nestle against the tail gate of the wagon.

“Thank you,” she began to climb up, stumbling a bit as she felt the hive activate with a low hum. “Ahhhh,” she gasped, her face turning bright red.

“You sure yer alright? Maybe you should go to a healer instead?” He asked as she quivered into a sitting position.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she insisted, clutching tightly to her dress under her cloak. “The person I am meeting is a great healer…he’ll….umm…get me taken care of quickly.”

“Just holler if you want me to stop and let you out if you feel sick,” he shut the gate and ambled towards the front of the wagon.

She nodded, slipping a hand down the neck of her dress to pinch her nipple, needing another sensation to focus on before she erupted from the vibration between her legs. She covered her mouth with her other hand, muffling the squeak of desperation as the toy slowly melted her cunt. She said a silent prayer of thanks as the wagon crawled to a start, the wheels rumbling loudly on the cobblestone street.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, reaching down to pull her dress up and push her panties aside. The hive slipped out a bit, dripping with honey, but she took a firm hold of it. She needed to come, hoping that an orgasm would satisfy her for the moment and help her endure the continuous hum. She eased the ridged hive slowly back and forth, allowing her clit a brief respite from the buzzing bee. She used the natural bumping of the wagon to ride out a quick, but dizzying climax. She’d swallowed her moans as best she could, hoping the loud clatter of the wagon had covered the rest.

She craned her neck to look over at the driver, who seemed oblivious to the personal aroma she was adding to his spiced goods.

After activating the stone, Halsin had taken his time leaving the house. He was already half-aroused from the thought of Tav dripping a trail of honey across the city and began to rub himself, burying his face in one of her shirts. Her scent put him in a frenzy and he soon found himself fully stiff and fucking the soft fabric. He didn’t allow himself to spill inside it, milking all his arousal down into the thickening knot at the base of his cock.

With her scent embedded in his nose and the primal need to bury himself in her, he set off, wild shaping into a scraggly street dog. The mingling aromas of the city made it difficult to keep track of her, forcing him to pause frequently to pinpoint a direction. She’d initially been heading in the direction of Wyrm’s Crossing, but had made a turn south at some point. He found a tiny dot of her honey on the street that led towards the docks. He lapped it up, trying to think of what she might be up to. Would she jump on a boat to make things even more difficult for him?

He followed the trail of her honey, lapping up every spot and only making himself more excited. He had to stop at one point to lick his cock back into submission. By the time he arrived at the docks, he had several un-spayed wharf bitches trailing around him, whimpering and presenting themselves to him.

“Ahhh look at the balls on that ol’ boy!” One of the stevedores noticed the harem of dogs trailing behind Halsin. “Gonna be a lot of hungry pups on the street this winter,” he nudged his compatriot.

Halsin suddenly shifted back into his humanoid form, glaring at the man. “If these dogs had owners that properly cared for them, that wouldn’t be an issue,” he growled.

“Easy druid, I just try to keep them fed,” the man held up his hands in fear. “I can’t really stop them from fucking all the time.”

“You could if you had them all fixed. It is a simple spell,” Halsin replied, trying to soften his anger a bit.

“Yeah, and do you see a lot of wizard-types around here?” The man eased a little, glancing down at the thick bulge tenting against Halsin’s robes. “We siphon what we can from the meat wagons, but none of us have coin for that sort of thing.”

“Then I will come by myself one of these days,” Halsin gently scratched behind the ears of some of the confused dogs still circling him, wondering where their stud had gone.

“That’d be swell…some of the lads and I…could offer some sort of…recompense,” the stevedore swallowed hard, glancing down at Halsin’s erection again. “Quite eagerly, in fact.”

“I need no compensation…or favors,” Halsin caught both the man’s meaning and lingering eye. “Though, did you happen to see another elf pass through here recently? Golden hair and wearing a green cloak?”

“Uh maybe…Sal?” He asked his compatriot, who had been silent and stunned by Halsin’s transformation. He’d never seen anyone wild shape before.

“Uhhhh,” the younger man shook his mind clear. “Yeah, I think so. Pretty, but looked in a bit of distress?”

“That’s her,” Halsin smiled a little.

“Hopped on a spice cart that was headed east.”

“Thank you,” Halsin nodded. “I’ll come by as soon as I can to help with the dogs.” He wild shaped into a falcon and took off into the air, leaving the two men speechless again.

“By Umberlee, I’d suck the sea out of that man,” the older stevedore sighed, shifting his cock around.

“Do…you think they ever…fuck in beast shape?” The younger man wondered, shifting his cock as well.

“The hells if I know,” the other man replied, shooing the whimpering dogs away so they could get back to work.

Halsin soared overhead, scanning the streets for any wagons traveling east. He could have easily tracked the scent of the spices, but since Tav had gone more mobile, he decided he should as well. It also helped that he didn’t have a cock in this form, though his cloaca was still swollen and throbbing. He circled a few different wagons before finally spotting one with a green-cloaked figure reclined in the back.

Satisfied by her first climax, Tav had sunk back against the side of the wagon, trying to catch her breath. The numb satisfaction of her clit had been manageable, until the vibrations increased in intensity. “No,” she whimpered quietly as her body began to quiver again. “How did he catch up on such a lead?”

She sunk further into the bed of the wagon, lifting her knees up slightly and bracing her feet against the opposite side of the wagon. She lay writhing under her cloak, trying to endure the growing stimulation. She glanced up into the sky, seeing a bird circling far overhead. “Is that you, my bear?” She asked quietly to herself, pulling her cloak open to reveal her naked, dripping thighs. Her dress was still pulled up around her waist and there was a little puddle forming on the cloak underneath her. “I hope so,” she spread her legs wide, pulling her panties aside again. “Or else some random bird is going to get quite the show.”

She slipped the toy completely out for a moment, showing off the wetness and letting a flow of nectar seep out before putting it back inside her. The vibrations increased as the bird dove suddenly, making her cry out loud enough that the driver heard. “You alright back there, miss?” The dwarf looked back, unable to see her from behind the crates.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she yelled back, trying to hide deep moan. “But if you can speed up at all…”

“Aye,” he stirred the horses a little more, increasing their pace.

Tav let the rocking of the wagon assist her again, guiding the toy in and out of her with each bump. She balled up a bit of her cloak and stuffed it in her mouth, watching as the bird swooped high and low above her, making her toy vibrate with agonizing ecstasy. Her legs shook against the side of the wagon as a scream made itself audible above the muffling of her mouth and the clamor of the wagon. The driver began to slow the horses, looking back again to try and check on his hidden passenger. “Miss, I think I should let you out here, so you can get to a healer.”

“Alright,” she gasped for air, covering herself back up and trying to collect herself before the wagon came to a stop.

The driver went back to help her open the tail gate, which she climbed out of with an unsteady posture. She was covered in sweat and her eyes were glassy. “Dear Gods, what sort of malady is this?”

“The best kind,” she whispered to herself, thankful that the aroma of spices had covered up the intense fragrance of her arousal. She wandered off as the dwarf asked if she needed any more help, which she waved off with a glistening hand. The vibrations had returned to a gentle hum, which meant Halsin had either stopped pursuing her or the strangling contractions of her second climax had somehow broken the toy.

Her cries had broken something, though it had been Halsin’s concentration on his wild shape. He’d managed to tumble onto a roof top before shifting back to his humanoid form, leaving him breathless and sweating on his back. His cock was aching painfully now, his leather trousers barely able to contain the thick swell of his erection. His laces groaned, so he loosened them to relieve the pressure on his stiff member. It managed to spill out, more red and engorged than he’d ever seen it before. His knot had grown even thicker, larger than his heavily swollen balls. He would be lucky to get it inside her. He was forced to stroke himself for a few minutes, milking out a copious amount of pre-cum onto his already slick shaft.

“Thiramen….salen clarael…souraes…” He moaned her secret Elven names, picturing her writhing body in his mind. He could smell her all the way up here, her musk and sweat mixed with the trace of the heady spices that she’d been riding next to. She was his beloved, his heart rose, his divine prey, and he was going to feast on every inch of her. He stroked himself just enough that he could concentrate on another wild shape and then returned to his hunt.

Tav had wandered into a tavern in a post-climax haze, ordering and downing an enormous mug of ale in just a few gulps. She was tempted to rent out a room and collapse onto the bed, but waded back out into the streets after ordering a length of hard sausage to nibble on. She’d slipped into the privy beforehand, pulling off her dress and using it to dab away the sweat and slick that coated her body. Her panties were beyond saving, but she was forced to keep them on to ensure the toy stayed in place. It still hummed steadily, never letting her stray far from arousal. She pickpocketed someone on the way back to cover her tab and then made a swift exit.

She gnawed on her sausage as she slowly tread over Wyrm’s Crossing, nearly nude under her cloak. The protein gave her some much needed pep as she hoped to at least get to the scrubby woods that surrounded Rivington. It was a familiar place, where he’d first hunted and stayed tied to her for hours, his knot continuously squeezed as he stimulated her over and over. She fully expected something of the sort, her mouth beginning to suck and lick the sausage she was gnawing on. She played with her breasts under her cloak, feeling the hum of her toy growing slowly. He was gaining on her again and she couldn’t wait to put her mouth around something thicker.

Halsin had shifted into a crow briefly to get down from the roof and then changed into a wolf, far enough outside the main city that people would simply move out of his way and not alert the guard. Some stopped and gawked at the enormous black wolf, fur shimmering in the golden dusk light. “Gods, I hope that is a druid,” people murmured and pressed themselves against walls as he neared Wyrm’s Crossing. He paused at the tavern Tav had stopped in, snuffing the air and smelling meat mixed with her saliva. He licked his lips, glad that she’d taken some much needed nourishment. He continued on, crossing the bridge and heading towards the woods outside Rivingtion where he knew she would be waiting for him.

She’d barely made it to the tree line before her legs had given out, the hive thrumming inside her once again. She unfastened her cloak, leaving it on the ground with her dress and crawled further into the woods and away from the road. “Oh Gods….fuck…” she whimpered loudly as her hands and knees crunched against the layer of autumn leaves under her. She finally sunk to her forearms, unable to continue on and summoned a Mage Hand to rip off her ruined panties. She sat crouched, her ass held high in the air, whimpering lowly as her fingers clawed into the ground. Her cunt ached, ready to be filled with something more substantial.

Halsin followed her scent and quiet whimpers, finding her clothes near the edge of the wood, soaked in her sweat and arousal. It was enough to beckon his cock from its sheath again, the slight breeze tickling against it. He shed his own clothes and cast Air Walk on himself so he could approach her silently. He soon spotted her further in the woods, writhing and squealing loudly as the vibrations reached their peak. Her cunt was bright red and leaking nectar into a thick puddle under her, begging to be bred.

He didn’t even have time to shift completely from his wild shape, bounding silently towards her, and immediately lapping up her honey with his tongue. She let out a surprised moan, not hearing him approach. He pulled the toy out and mounted her with one swift motion, a cascade of honey arcing across his stomach as he entered her. She let out a loud cry as his thick cock spread her wide, gratefully taking every inch of him after such a long tease.

She yapped and squealed like his prized bitch as he pounded her, biting gently into the back of her neck. “Souraes…..souraes,” he growled between his teeth, feeling even his bulbous knot slip inside her slender, but hungry slit.

She let out a guttural, primal groan, skirting the edge of pleasure and pain as his enormous knot stuck inside her. She’d wanted this moment to last longer, but her muscles clenched instantly around him, tying them together as she came in a dizzying wave of pleasure. Her entire body collapsed and was only held up by his knot and mouth around her nape. He eased her down gently, still pumping his hips against her slowly, not yet spent. “I’m sorry, my bear,” she panted loudly as he lay her prone against the crackling leaves. “I couldn’t hold out any longer.”

“Uhhhnnn…it is alright….huffff…my love…this feels…divine,” he circled his hips with as much movement as he could while tied inside her.

He held as much of his weight on his arms as he could, but still sunk her deep into the cool layer of ruby and gold leaves. They crackled softly as he continued to pump inside her, his grunts and heavy breaths adding a little rhythm to the quiet, dusk-lit wood. She began to sing a low, breathy song in Elven about the making of the first werefey.

She matched the rhythm of his hips and grunts, pausing only when she climaxed. Her buzzing hive had ended up on the ground underneath her, still humming against the earth and tickling her pearl. She lost count of how many times she came as he humped her, finally spilling inside her from near exhaustion.

“I didn’t want to stop,” he let out a happy, relieved sigh. He nuzzled against the dark bite mark on the back of her neck, shifting completely to his humanoid form.

“I wouldn’t have objected if you hadn’t…but…ummmhhhhhfffff,” she squeezed against him one last time, the hive still buzzing underneath her. “I don’t know if I can physically come any more without going unconscious,” she giggled, feeling another warm spurt of his cum inside her. “Can you turn it off?”

“I left the stone in my pocket at the edge of the woods with all of your clothes,” he smiled, kissing her shoulder and gently rolling them to one side, leaves stuck against their bodies. The bee flitted loudly against the dry leaves, making them both giggle. “I suppose we could slowly crawl back over there,” he picked up the buzzing toy, leaves clinging to its sticky surface as well.

“Mmmmm, allow me,” she nestled closer against his back and summoned another Mage Hand, sending it to drag their clothes back to them.

He reached into the pocket of his robe, finally quieting his wonderful gift as she covered them both with her cloak. They would be here well past night fall and settled in as comfortably as they could. Halsin conjured a bed of soft clover under them to keep her a little warmer.

[terramythos]

Anyway here's my breakdown of the ffxiv jobs, my opinions on playing each, and the tier rank of how good their story was

TANKS

WARRIOR - warrior is so fucking funny why did they make it able to solo heal itself and the entire party in 90% of the content in the game. Raw Intuition/Bloodwhetting is so broken in dungeons its hilarious. And then they have like 3 additional healing skills on top of that. And they kept buffing it throughout Endwalker. So it is currently the easiest to play, does the most damage (i think...?), and has the best healing of any of the Tank jobs. 2nd fave probably.

Story Tier: C, it's ok, Curious Gorge is a good name. i have like nothing to say about it it's a generic AF story

PALADIN - I used to hate PLD but I think the partial rework they got halfway through Endwalker helped it a lot. It's much less clunky now. Probably still my least favorite Tank though Hallowed Ground is fun and it's pretty close to Gunbreaker for me.

Story Tier: F, this is the worst class storyline in the entire game. It's so stupid. The writing is so bad the writers acknowledge it makes no sense at all and I'm like. Yeah, thanks, I am experiencing this shit. Perhaps write a story that makes sense next time instead of pointing that out.

DARK KNIGHT - Unfortunately this is my favorite Tank 🫡 which is rough since it has the worst survivability out of any of them. But I love how you use MP and the silly number of OGCDs. The Blackest Night is such a fun ability and it's a crime that it's not a baseline skill you get from the start. Why do they have so many DRs that only cover magic damage. I must ask.

Story Tier: S, there's a reason it's the most popular and well regarded class storyline. It's really good, also the only questline I know of that uses the quest log text as part of the narrative. Outside maybe a few of the very late Endwalker quests. And, well... same writer lmao

GUNBREAKER: I think GNB looks cool as fuck and I like that it has 2 DPS rotations. The Gnashing Fang combo is so fun. Superbolide memes are always fun. My main issue with it is a skill issue because I am just constantly misaligning its burst windows.

Story Tier: C. It has some interesting lore but I found it pretty forgettable as a story.

HEALERS

WHITE MAGE: I hated White Mage for a while but something clicked and now I totally get it. I find it fun in dungeons cause you get to Holy spam and stun lock everything. As uh. The healer. That's fun. Once you get Afflatus heals (and then Afflatus Misery) it clicks. It's fun maximizing damage and playing chicken with the tank's HP.

Story Tier: B, you get a lot of lore around the Padjal, and I think the Stormblood story where you find a padjal living in hiding with her mother is pretty good! Also it's not technically the job storyline but there's a WHM side quest to get a unicorn mount? i guess it's technically a CNJ quest but same diff. no one else gets that shit. so that's cool

SCHOLAR: probably my least favorite of the healers... it just feels super clunky. You can tell a bunch of different design philosophies went into it over the years and none of them mesh very well. They've made it so the Fairy Gauge controls literally one spell. Why have the gauge at all? It's also a huge missed opportunity that there's no tie in or interaction with the fae in Shadowbringers. I love the idea of a battle tactician healer but I think it needs a rework.

Story Tier: B+, I liked the characters and its the main way to get backstory and lore on what happened with Nym.

ASTROLOGIAN: While I think AST has a similar issue to SCH (lots of different design philosophies over the years) I find it way more fun to play. I like the card mechanic and how it interacts with the rest of the party. AST is basically the only job that has its own like. Minigame? As part of its rotation. And I know a lot of people don't like the RNG for it but personally I find it fun. I know AST is getting a redesign in Dawntrail so hope it's good.

Story Tier: C? I think? I'll be honest I don't remember it super well but I didn't find anything objectionable about it. And I like the tarot aesthetic and lore and how it's healing based on manipulating luck.

SAGE: I think SGE is tons of fun, I'm not sure if I like it or WHM more. I love all the skills SGE has for preventing damage and the gimmick where your DPS heals someone in the party. Visually the hi-tech laser shooting healer is a lot of fun. IT HAS A GAP CLOSER. The only thing i wish was it wasn't so MP negative and that it did more damage. It's a little sad its DPS output is so low compared to the other healers (even AST when you factor in how it buffs the party). Since SGE is supposed to be a healer that heals through damage it's silly its damage kinda sucks.

Story Tier: A, I loved this storyline. Both the Endwalker job stories are very self contained and interesting. While the twist is pretty obvious it's still an interesting exploration of uh. Scientific ethics. Yeah

PHYSICAL MELEE DPS

MONK: I've probably played MNK the least of the phys melee but I like the whole adaptable combo thing. Not much else to say since I have played it so little. Might bring it back out and try again. It DID have the funniest guide in the Balance discord for a while.

Story Tier: D. I think? I remember thinking it was dumb, lmao. Sorry.

DRAGOON: MAN I wished I liked DRG more. It looks so fucking cool and I like how it interacts with the dragon lore. But I find it very punishing to play. To do good damage you have to align so many different cooldowns... and snapshot your DOT correctly... and screwing one thing up just fucks your DPS output forever. Like AST I believe this is being reworked in Dawntrail so I hope it feels better to play.

Story Tier: C+. I think it starts strong since you get to meet Estinien pre-Heavensward and it melds nicely with that story. But I found it pretty directionless post-HW which is a shame.

NINJA: I remember finding this one fun. I like that there are different combos you do that have varied finishers depending on the situation. I am just... bad at remembering which combo to use to get which finisher, lol. So I haven't played it as much. NIN gets a lot of flavor other jobs don't get with their unique run and jump animations. And you get a Bunny of Shame on your head if you fuck up a combo, which is incredible.

Story Tier: A. The Rogue story is probably the most memorable of the basic class quests. Ninja just has great characters and a fun story. What is with that one guy. Karasu? If you know you know. I also like how the Rogue characters show up later in the Ninja story. That's fun.

SAMURAI: I had a similar experience to WHM here because I initially hated it then really came around once it clicked. SAM seems very complex, it has a ton of buttons and different combos. But it is actually quite intuitive once you figure out the general pattern. And it does INSANE damage. I think it's the highest DPS output in the game? I love building the combos and then doing a huge finisher for a bajillion damage. The guaranteed crits and constant OGCD weaves make me feel unstoppable. I think this is tied with RPR for me.

Story Tier: B+. I found the exiled samurai character and his journey toward redemption very compelling. I won't spoil beyond that. However it does fall apart a little in the second half. Still fun but not as good.

REAPER: I love RPR, the teleportation is a lot of fun, and I love finally unleashing the demon form and going ham on the enemy. The weapons are the coolest looking in the game. Every scythe design hits. I probably played this the most in Endwalker. My main critique is the Death's Design mechanic. I hate having to keep a stupid debuff on the target to do damage. It's like a dot but without the optimized snapshotting. If they want to keep this idea i think it would feel better to change it into something like SGE's Kardia where you apply it to one enemy to do increased damage to it without having to worry about reapplying it. not sure how they would balance this for aoe but that's not my job. But even with that caveat I still really enjoy the job.

Story Tier: A+. While it doesn't reach the highs of DRK's story it comes close. I love the badass old lady main character. Her hunting a voidsent that possessed her grandfather would be cool enough but making her a Garlean exile in hiding who grudgingly agrees to train you just adds an extra cool factor. I really enjoyed this story. As a bonus theres a lot of incidental dialogue in the post-6.0 Endwalker story if you completed the RPR story because it ties in a lot.

PHYSICAL RANGED DPS

BARD: It's a bit clunky, its got some outdated design elements, it has one of the lowest damage outputs in the game... and i LOVE IT. this was technically the first job I ever played? totally different character like 8 years ago. and i was so so bad. I think i am actually pretty good at current BRD. the animations look cool. i like that it's a class you really need to work for and optimize to eke out that last bit of damage. and boosting everyone else's damage by existing is kinda neat.

Story Tier: B. I'll be real I barely remember this but I do remember it was gay as fuck so immediately gets an extra tier for that.

MACHINIST: MCH is really funny right now because like. It's phys ranged, right. The design behind phys ranged is you have 100% uptime cause you can freely move around and not have to worry about cast timers or melee range or anything. So the trade off is that they do less damage than other classes. Endwalker MCH did not get the memo and does insane damage anyway. My controversial opinion is that it has similar burst DPS to RPR. No i will not elaborate. I'm also bad at doing good damage on MCH which is impressive since it is easy.

Story Tier: B+. Some Ishgard noble's gay son wants to build machines instead of killing dragons the good old fashioned way and has to prove himself to get taken seriously. A tale as old as time. See I haven't done this quest in like years but I still remember it. He is a memorable character. It's just not like. knockout wowza compared to the A tier stories.

DANCER: Dancer is the second easiest DPS job in the game behind SMN. So if i am sleepy it's the one I like playing. You play simon says. you do a lot of damage when you play simon says then do almost no fucking damage otherwise. I think it's the lowest direct damage in the game? for a dps i mean. You have high stakes sexual tension with a DPS of your choice via Dance Partner. I wish other DNC players knew how Dance Partner works. YOU CAN DANCE PARTNER ANOTHER DANCER. THE BUFF STACKS. BUT YOU CANNOT DANCE PARTNER THE SAME PLAYER AS ANOTHER DANCER. THOSE BUFFS DO NOT STACK. ok i'm good. anyway

Story Tier: C. there's some shit about negative emotions and purging them? in theory i think this has some interesting implications with Endwalker lore considering Dynamis and its role in the story. Very similar mechanically to what's going on with the DNC story. but i really don't think the writers made the connection so it's like pure speculation and not the actual story. It's meh. fine i guess. i did like all the flashy dancing sequences.

MAGICAL RANGED DPS

BLACK MAGE: I am so so so so so so so bad at BLM. i pull up the guide. i read the guide. it all makes perfect sense. i go into a dungeon or trial or something. somehow i always get like Zeromus or some shit. and i drop Enochian or something and everything goes to shit and i'm yelling and i'm not even like slide casting or teleporting or anything i just run around crying. then i remember i have like 10 more buttons i haven't been pressing and oh god the dot fell off. people play this? for fun? i admire it. apparently they do a ton of damage if you can play it. could not be me.

Story Tier: B? There's some voidsent and Thirteenth lore. all the black mage characters are Lalafell because it's funny i guess. OH YEAH it has like the one named male Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te NPC in the entire game and he's fun. look at this twink:

sorry i don't have anything to say about BLM i am bad at it

SUMMONER: easiest DPS job in the entire game. they redesigned it for Endwalker so it is practically a new job. i have no idea how it played before. but it is super streamlined. maybe too streamlined? it's another one to play if you want to turn your brain off. i like that at 90 you summon The Actual Primals instead of little representations of them. and i like the way your burst phase switches between Bahamut and Phoenix. it all looks very cool. they should add Leviathan as a summon in Dawntrail.

Story Tier: C.. i don't remember a single thing about this questline except you interact with Y'shtola's half sister. i think you go to Cartenau at some point. idk

RED MAGE: RDM is one of those jobs that looks really complicated when you start then you actually play it and it is just super super easy. that being said i think it's really fun. I like balancing the white and black magic gauges. Dualcast is a great gimmick and it feels cool to lob two big spells in a row at something. Dualcast Verraising a chain of dead players is so fucking funny. it's a shame that the existence of Verraise means RDM does shit damage to compensate for its utility. It and DNC just sit at the bottom with BRD barely scratching ahead of them. i think? i don't remember LOL

Story Tier: A, I really like the story and characters. I like that you have a middle-age world weary catboy (catman) as your mentor. and i like that he canonically trained Alisaie too and you chat a little about that. it's a fun story!

BLUE MAGE: what the fuck is a blue mage

Story Tier: ???

[bhaalbaaby]

Buzzing (5616 words)

Pairing: Minsc/Tav Warnings: First Time Minsc has done anything in 100 years, breast kinks, corny dirty talk, squirting, size kink A/N: I just need Minsc so bad like so bad hfdskalfhkdsahfjdkas Taglist:@spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7

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Penelope peers over her silver cup at Minsc as he boisterously retells how he defeated Mindflayers to the festival goers. Boo rests on his shoulder, squeaking details that Minsc forgot as the people watch rapt. She is curious to know if it's due to the loudness of his voice, the passion, or his size that draws the little crowd. She's watching, too, anyway.

His hands are quick as he expresses his emotions and actions through them. His eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh, his brow lowering when he tells about the doppelgängers. His face softens when he leans to Boo, a shy smile on his lips when he admits to details he omitted or forgotten. When his story finishes, his crowd disperses, going to the stage room where a new girl starts a routine, to get another pint, or gossip more. Minsc heads to the bar, his mouth dry from all his speaking. Penelope can think of a few things to wet it as she follows her old friend to the bar.

She sits next to him as he's handed a pint. "You should have been a bard, Minsc," Penelope states, resting her hand on his muscled shoulder.

He laughs, shaking his head. "Minsc does not have the way of the words like yourself, Miss Penelope. Boo pulls the strings, and Minsc does the swing."

Her eyes dance as she listens, sitting in the empty chair beside him. "That was poetic. You have to believe in yourself, big man." She smiles brightly as he rolls his eyes, leaning down to his small friend.

"I think our friend has had one too many. She is complimenting Minsc too much," He says in not quite a whisper. Boo squeaks back rapidly, shifty dark eyes going between the two.

Penelope is stone sober. She is never one to imbibe, and festivals have too many people for her to let her guard down. She only came out to Sharess' because Mamzell invited her, tempting her to return to her old ways.

Minsc turns to face her, his face suddenly serious. "Miss Penelope, Minsc knows you used to work here."

Her eyes widen, wondering if he had a detect thoughts spell going. She smiles wider as she tosses her hair over her shoulders. "And? What about it? Not every adventurer started out as an adventurer. I was thrusted into it like Astarion," Penelope explains, suddenly missing her beau.

Minsc rolls his eyes at the mention of the vampire but still stays close, too close. "You make a fine adventurer," Minsc says, still serious, sincere.

"Thanks, but it is not for me. Plus, I don't work here anymore." Penelope says, scooting herself back. She tries not to notice how long his lashes are and how pretty his eyes are.

"Then why invite Minsc?"

She chokes on her spit. "I didn't just invite you," Penelope starts, her eyes darting to Shadowheart, who sits with Nym, and Wyll, who talks to Queen Rhol. "I invited Jaheira too, but she doesn't like festivals," She adds, shrinking. He finally turns away, looking at Boo for his thoughts. "Did you think I invited you to sleep with you, Minsc?" Penelope asks when he says nothing more. She isn't sure if she should be offended or not. She had thought about it in passing before, but if she wanted a big hunk of muscle to toss her around, Halsin was there. Minsc showed no interest, and Penelope didn't chase.

Boo starts squeaking for Minsc, and he turns to her exasperated. "Boo thought so because of the location. I thought it was a lie because you do not seem interested in Minsc."

Penelope quickly glances at Hoots. Whatever sobriety she tries to keep goes out the window. She chuckles, biting her bottom lip and turning to face Minsc more, leaning into him so her breasts caress his bulky bicep. "I am interested in you, Minsc, but I didn't think you were interested in me," Penelope says, easily slipping back into her sultry tone, ignoring the warning squeaking from Boo.

Minsc, however, does not. His brown eyes flick to her chest and then quickly to the miniature giant space hamster. She sits back in her seat, her mind racing. Is she really going to do this? No doubt, Shadowheart and Astarion would both laugh at her, but they would both be curious about what the formerly known Stone Lord has. "Minsc is interested in you, but..." He trails off, his brow lowering. "It has been a while since Minsc has done anything like this."

Penelope gently touches his forearm. "Then, we'll go slow."

Boo squeaks once more, and Minsc clears his throat, "How much?"

Penelope chokes on her laughter, stroking his hairy arm as she shakes her head. "I don't work here anymore... I'm sure we can still get a room here." Penelope says before leaning closer to Minsc. "But no hamsters allowed, I'm sure you understand." Her teeth gently drag his earlobe and hoop earring, and he shudders.

Minsc’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer, and he bends down slightly to Boo. "This is human business now, Boo. Minsc will report later." Boo salutes before scurrying off. Internally, Penelope sighs. She would have had to turn Minsc down if he insisted Boo stayed.

She slips from his grip, smiling warmly at him. "I have to find us a free room, love." She says playfully as she goes to the front.

Mamzell leans forward; her eyebrow raised in anticipation as Penelope approaches. "You're going to hate me," Penelope starts as she looks towards the keys.

"For free, my sweet?" Amira tsks but hands Penelope a room key.

"Only this once. Poor man hasn't fucked in a while," Penelope says quickly as she takes the key. "Thank you, Ma," She says warmly before turning to Minsc. She gingerly takes his hand, kissing the back of it. "Come on, let's go," Penelope says with a smile as she leads him to their room.

Penelope forgets how big Minsc is until he towers over her. Size usually doesn't matter until someone of his stature comes along to alight all her nerves with a curious flame. Her tail twitches at the thought, excitement traveling down the bone, making it almost vibrate as she unlocks the door. It's a standard love room, with nothing extraordinary besides the rose petals leading to the mahogany canopy bed and white marble bath. Minsc looks around in awe, letting her lead him to the bed.

"Is this to your liking?" She asks, noticing the bulge in his pants.

"Yes," He says hoarsely. She wonders if he's used to sleeping wherever Boo and he could find or crash with Jaheira now that they're both in Baldur's Gate. If this goes well... She shuts the thought down. Sleeping with Minsc once would be an experience, good or bad. Penelope should try it before planning to ride the Stone Lord again. She sits next to him, her tail resting around his waist.

"Minsc was curious about this," he says, reaching down to the tip. His rough fingers are surprisingly nimble and gentle with the fleshy appendage. Penelope laughs surprisedly, ignoring the jolts of pleasure that shoot to her brain as he strokes her tail. "I read that tails are very sensitive for the Tieflings. Is that true?"

She rolls her eyes, "Where did you read that?"

He looks at her long and hard, his fingers still stroking her pretty tail. "Minsc cannot remember these things..." He trails off, watching as she tries to hide the bliss.

She leans against him, resting her hand on his cheek. "Can I kiss you, Minsc?" She asks, her eyes half-lidded and voice full of lust.

Minsc's brow furrows, and he palms her shoulder, his hand engulfing her upper arm. "Miss Penelope..." His brown eyes are intense as he stares at her, suddenly holding her at arm's length. "Is that too forward?" He asks.

"Only if you say so," She replies, debating straddling him. "We don't have to do anything you do not want to, Minsc," She adds, though her tail gives away her thoughts, the subtle thumping against the bed going on behind him.

Minsc sighs, "That's the problem for Minsc. I want to do it all."

She laughs, kissing his cheek. "Then do you want to lead?" She asks, her fingers itching to take his clothes off. His hand trails down her arm to her hand, guiding it to his bulge. "Here?" She asks, her thumb brushing over his tip.

"Yes... Please..." She smiles knowingly, kissing the corner of his mouth as her hand massages his clothed erection. She wonders how long she has before he rips their clothes off, or would he be controlled? Her mind dances with her musing as she lifts his shirt slightly to reveal his hairy torso. She welcomes the sight, letting her fingers run over it, his muscles flexing as her other hand returns to its massage. She loves how hairy humans can be and resists the urge to lean down and sniff. Boo and Jaheira are good about keeping Minsc's upkeep, and today everything seems clean. She'd get her hormone sniff later, she decides as he palms her ass. Riding him would be intense, she thinks as she makes a trail of kisses from his jaw to his earlobe. His free hand returns to his breeches, pulling them down just slightly. Penelope doesn't skip a beat, wanting to see his rod spring out. She lets out a small satisfied coo, her eyes flicking from his cock to his flushed face.

Penelope wraps her hands around his thick cock, the deep groan from within his chest music to her ears. He's proportional, thank the Gods. She starts pumping him, his mouth slightly open as Minsc huffs. "Let me know if you want to stop, okay?" She states before sucking on his earlobe.

Minsc shudders, nodding, "Be gentle if you can."

She flicks her tongue on the dangling skin, amused at his statement. "Of course, my love. If it's too much, let me know..." Penelope whispers, kissing the side of his head. He nods again, his hips rocking with her hand. "My only requirement is that you don't come from a handjob," Penelope jokes, mostly to herself.

He doesn't reply, his hand slipping from her ass to the nape of her neck, guiding her to kiss him messily. She's talking too much, moaning against his mouth. He breaks the kiss, holding her face just centimeters away as he whimpers from her hand. Maybe this is all he needs, she thinks disappointedly before he tugs down her top, his grip still firm on her neck. She gasps, letting go of him to assist with her sudden undress carefully.

"Careful, Minsc! Don't wanna ruin this top," Penelope warns with a breathless laugh. Minsc doesn't listen, staring openly at her chest, his cock twitching at the sight of her breasts softly knocking into each other.

"May I?" He asks as Penelope tosses her shirt to the floor.

"Of course, love," She runs her hands over them, making them bounce more. He takes her breasts in his larger hands, massaging the masses. She bites her lip, watching as he ignores whatever more she says. Her breasts are perfect in his hands as they don't overwhelm his hands like others. He brings one closer to his face, quickly wrapping his lips around her budding nipple. She curses, resting her hand on his purple tattoo, sweat starting to bead. His tongue flicks and swirls around before he pulls back.

"This is not a dream, right Penelope?" He asks, brushing his thumb along the wet bud.

She shakes her head. "You dreamt about me?" She asks back as he guides her to lie down. His mouth returns to her breasts, suckling her nipples. She whimpers, trailing her finger up and down where his tattoo ends and his shaved head begins. She tests the waters, cooing, "Good boy..."

He stops, making a face. "Minsc is not a boy. He is a man."

Penelope's face flushes, and she nods, "You are a man, a big..." She starts to pull his shirt up, needing him more naked suddenly, "Strong... man..." He allows her to undress him, her hands quickly finding his chest. She resists the urge again, instead allowing her hands to roam over the thick pallet of hair. "You know, humans are hairier than Tieflings." She says softly, her eyes flicking up to him.

"Oh?" Minsc replies.

She nods, giving in, her face carefully going between his muscled chest and taking a small sniff. Handmade soap of lavender and balsam, and some sweat. No hard work yet. She trails kisses up to his neck, softly sinking her teeth into his heated skin.

His grip is fast and hard as he yanks her off. "Did Astarion get you, Penelope?" He asks as she shakes her head, the hair pulling turning her on even more.

"You are just so delicious." She replies, her fingers dragging down his chest and playing with his nipples. He doesn't seem to be as phased as she is as he grabs her wrist, guiding it back down to his cock. Wordlessly, she starts to stroke him again. He kisses her in response, their tongue intertwining as he moans against her mouth. She pulls away, ready to tell him to do something more, when there's a slight panic in his expression and tone.

"I'm sorry, Minsc cannot wait for much longer." She blinks at how quickly he moves, practically ripping her panties off and shoving his pants down more.

"Condom!" Penelope shouts, pointing to the bowl. Minsc quickly grabs one, rolling it over his thick shaft. She tries to hide her impatience as he finishes protecting himself, crawling over to her.

"Minsc dreamt about you once, but this is much better." He says quickly before hoisting her leg over his shoulder and slowly easing himself in. She curses again as she slides up the bed with his thrust. He watches in fascination as she rests her hands on his shoulder. She wishes he would have prepped her more as her hands slide down his hairy and toned chest and torso to between her thighs, whispering a lubing spell as he rocks his hips. It eases some of the friction as he picks up his pace, grunting. She squeezes around him, panting.

His moan is louder, more melodic, as he grabs her wrists, pushing them towards the bed. "That was naughty, Penelope." A wave of ecstasy rushes her skin as he restrains her, his hips slamming her into the squeaky bed.

"Gods, Minsc! Slow down!" She manages to say, her breathing getting too laborious as he leans into her, kissing her quiet. His kisses are sloppy, his tongue going everywhere. He pulls back, still holding her wrists.

"Minsc cannot slow down, or I will come." He states, letting her go to hold her hips that try to run away from his cock.

"If you don't slow down, I'll come!" She retorts, sitting up, capturing her breasts between her arms. He watches as they bounce, his mouth watering at the sight. "We can come together," Penelope adds, wrapping her leg around his waist.

"Minsc must be dreaming," He replies as he comes back down, his hand massaging her breasts and the other holding her wrist again.

Minsc. Fucking Minsc, Penelope thinks as he starts to fuck her harder, her moans increasing, as does the pressure between her thighs. She'll make a mess at the angle he's pressing her in. She flares her nostrils, her free hand trying to push him back. "I'm gonna..."

He kisses her silent again, his cock unrelenting with each stroke. Her body shivers as she can feel it coming, taking over her senses. "Minsc!" She cries against his mouth, rocking her hips with him. He pulls out at the last moment, Penelope gripping his shoulder hard as she explodes, the gush of warm, clear liquid spilling out on the bed.

Embarrassment grips her as Minsc watches, still entranced. His fingers are quick, rubbing at her swollen clit as her hips jolt back to life, her legs trembling. She cries out, closing her eyes tighter as he makes her ride through it.

"Is she a woman or fountain?" Minsc jokes before stuffing her with two of his thick fingers, making her sobs increase in volume. "Ah, a songbird." He says as she arches her back, her hands finding his wrist. She was going to pass out before he fucked her again, she thinks gleefully as he brings her closer to the edge again. How long did he say it's been again? She can't form the words to ask but doesn't know if she wants to be reminded. His fingers aren't enough to bring another eruption, but Minsc is still hard and ready. He removes his fingers, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them. His turn for smells. He quickly brings his hand down to his cock, rubbing himself off.

She's still a bit out of breath to tease him, feeling his hands on her legs, rolling her to her stomach. Her excitement cannot be undersold, the thought of him from behind raising the goosebumps on her scalp. Her tail caresses his chin as he slowly reenters, Penelope crying out as she grips the covers. He's even bigger in this angle, she thinks as he leans down, his whole weight on her back.

He wraps his arm around her neck, his skin cool and damp. She doesn't mind the muscles or the temperature, her eyes rolling back. She realizes as her toes curl that she can't run away in this position.

"Minsc, oh fuck me." She whines, panting as he picks up his pace, fucking her into her wet spot. She leans down, biting his forearm for relief. He gasps, grabbing her hair instantly as he pounds her. Mistake. She thinks immediately, heat starting to boil between her thighs. He isn't trying to be rough with her, and yet... More reckless. "Oh, please, please, please!" She whines. He unwraps her head, his hand gripping the cover beside her, grip still tight on her pink strands.

"Penelope is too good for Minsc," He pants, leaning back to watch as his cock disappears inside her weeping hole. He spanks her ass hard, watching as she seizes up, and her whimpers gain volume as he starts to thrust harder again. Her tail wraps around his offending wrist as he finally lets go of her hair.

"Like that," She cries, gripping the sheets for dear life. He grunts in response, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. His tip presses against her cervix with each stroke, the crack of the bedframe hitting the wall. He grunts in her ear as he sits up, his hips rolling against her ass. Her mind feels like mush, bliss icing her brain.

He pulls out suddenly, lying on his back. Penelope huffs, turning to face him, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Do you need a break?" She asks, welcoming the reprieve.

Minsc shakes his head, his hand finding the nape of her neck, his thick fingers knitting in her hair as he guides her down to kiss her hard. His other hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit. She pulls away, gasping as she shudders. "No break..." She says, biting her lip as he keeps her head still, pecking her lips and chin.

"Minsc needs you on my cock again," He says after a moment, his fingers slipping inside her weeping hole. She whimpers, her legs trembling as he thrusts inside.

"How do you want me?" She asks softly, trying to keep her panting low. She spreads her legs, letting him pick up his pace, his dark eyes flicking down between her soft thighs.

"Such pretty petals..." He whispers before letting Penelope go, quickly readjusting as he sticks his head between her thighs. Penelope watches rapt as he sinks into the bed, his gaze locked on her pussy, as he gently removes his fingers, dragging the wet digits along her folds. He makes a trail of kisses down her tatted lower stomach until he reaches the tuft of hair just above her entrance. Penelope's impatience simmers as she glances down at him and around the room. She isn't sure if Minsc could eat her out well, if years of being frozen took that skill away from him or if he even had it. If he's too rough or bad, she could stop him.

His tongue is quick, surprising Penelope and bringing her back into the moment as Minsc begins lapping at her folds. She gasps, a shudder running down her spine. He laps a few more times before he pulls his head back, his fingers spreading her lips apart to find the treasure. Minsc seizes forward, suckling her pearl, moaning at her taste. Penelope whines, taken aback by how directly he acts, her legs wrapping around his head.

She arches her back, resting on the pillows. "Gods above!" She moans, her hands rubbing his damp head as he continues to give her clit all his attention. She glances down at him as his tongue flicks against her, her hips raising, tail thumping on the bed. As he suckles again, Minsc's fingers slither at her entrance, slowly thrusting into her hole. She bites her lip as she spreads her legs, giving him more access to his feast. He grunts in response, his fingers pumping as he lets his tongue explore her swelling button.

Penelope whimpers as she massages her chest, "Where'd you learn to eat pussy, my love?" She manages to ask, the curiosity getting the best of her.

Minsc sits back, still allowing his fingers to fuck her, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around her bundle of nerves, his gaze going to her furrowed brow that holds all her tension. "Minsc is more than just his brawn, Miss Penelope. Some skills I need to brush up on."

She imagines that he got around all those years ago, the stories he could tell. She smirks as she sits up, kissing him gently, her taste still on his tongue. "You flatter Minsc again," He says as he leans back down, his tongue tracing her budding button.

She mewls, letting herself get lost in his touch. "Minsc..." Penelope bites her lip as he kisses and sucks her clit, enjoying her whimpers.

He glimpses at her before he sits back again, raising his thick eyebrow. "What did you say earlier? Don't come from just my hand?" Minsc chuckles before he climbs back up, kissing Penelope hard. She closes her eyes, her hands resting on the sides of his clammy head.

"Then you should fuck me," Penelope says as he pulls away, her thighs squeezing around his wrist.

He laughs as he pulls his fingers out, examining his soaked fingers. "Minsc likes it when you get like this," He says before sitting her up.

"Get like what?" She asks, her mind clouded by how he's charmed her body.

"You are a little bossy... Bratty," Minsc says, raising his eyebrow as he lies back against the pillows. "I already knew that, but it is nice to be reminded," He adds as Penelope looks him over. His cock rests on his stomach, the condom slick with her juices. For a moment, she wishes she could see his leaky cock.

"How do you want me?" Penelope asks again, leaning forward, her breasts bouncing against each other. Minsc's brows lower as his hands find her hips. "Do you want me to ride you?" Penelope asks, feeling his hand massage her ass.

"I want you... On top of me... Yes." Minsc says, his free hand coming to her breast and guiding her nipple to his eager mouth.

"You want me to fuck you?" Penelope smiles, his warm mouth sending goosebumps down her skin. His hand comes down hard on her ass, a surprise spank. She cries out as he pulls away.

"Minsc's patience is running thin," He says as she smiles sweetly, hoping he'll spank her again.

She kisses his forehead as she kicks her leg over his thick waist. "Running thin?" She teases as he spanks her harder. She moans, closing her eyes tight. "Fine, fine! I get it!" Penelope laughs softly, his dark eyes burning into her.

Her hips slowly sink down, his cock feeling amazing as it slides in. She bites her lip as his fingers dig into her hips. Though she's on top, she can tell Minsc would be controlling the pace, not that she minded. She's here for the ride. Minsc groans with her, closing his eyes as he sinks into the pillows, his thighs steeling beneath her. She closes her eyes tight as Minsc rocks his hips.

"Penelope, you look so beautiful on my cock," Minsc hums as she tosses her head back, his hands leaving her hips, dragging up to her waist and breasts.

Penelope grimaces, hoping he won't talk more, the way he stares at her hard, his jaw clenching. She holds on to the headboard for a moment, her heavy breasts dangling in front of his face, teasing him for another bite. He takes the bait, his tongue swirling around her nipple as their hips grind, the friction and the way his hungry mouth takes her body, driving her closer to the edge. His dark lashes brush against his cheekbones, his fingers returning to her hips as he starts to guide the pace, needing her to move more.

She follows the subtle instruction, his mouth full as he swaps breasts. She moans, her grip on the headboard starting to slip as she huffs, lifting her hips slightly and bringing them back down, his moans growing in volume. He pulls his mouth away, his eyes hot as they meet hers. Penelope thinks the switch from earlier is almost jarring, as he is more in control, or at least seems that way.

"I want you to fuck me harder," Penelope says breathlessly, leaning back as she rocks her hips with him.

"Harder?" Minsc repeats, his hips coming up to meet hers, her body jiggling with the sudden force.

Her hands fall from the noisy headboard to splay on his chest as she nods quickly, "Yes!"

His hands grip her hips harder, picking up his pace. His body is hard under her thighs, and Penelope tries to balance out his thrusts, adjusting to her feet.

She can take it, she can... Can she? He watches as her chest reacts to his moves, hypnotized.

"Y-you're not even trying," Penelope says instead, peering down at the Stone Lord. Minsc's lips part, and his fingers press into her soft skin. There will be bruises later, she's sure, as he brings her down against him harder. Penelope's head dips down as she tries to keep her moans down, trying not to give him the satisfaction. Maybe because she found his kink, and that's why he's so much... Better?

"Miss Penelope can moan for Minsc. She did earlier," Minsc says once he slows down, he takes a break for himself.

Heat flushes her skin and her cheeks. "I-I don't know if I can," She lies coyly, catching her breath.

Minsc eyes her carefully, leaning up and kissing her passionately, his teeth dragging along her bottom lip as he pulls away. "Maybe we need another position?" Minsc asks, his hands gently pulling on her tail. Penelope catches herself before a yelp escapes her lips.

"Another position?" She asks as he pulls out again. She wonders if he's trying to jam all the positions he can think of in their session to make up for his hundred-year deficit.

"Minsc is still curious about your tail... Can you turn around?"

Penelope's tail instinctively wraps around her body as she laughs nervously. "My tail?" She tilts her head to the side, her pink hair falling over her chest.

Minsc nods, "Minsc promises not to harm Penelope's tail. I promise." He is sincere, and his genuine curiosity softens the seriousness and lust in his eyes from earlier.

Penelope clears her throat as she starts to turn around. "Promise not to put it in any orifices, and we'll be fine," Penelope says, his arms wrapping around her waist, massaging her breasts again. He's so warm against her back. His lips find the nape of her neck, his hand sliding from her ample bosom to between her thighs.

"Minsc promises." He says after a moment, leaning back down. She sighs, leaning forward as her mind races, her hand finding his cock beneath her and helping guide it back inside. She moans quietly, his thick shaft stretching her once more.

She grips his thighs as she bounces her ass against him. She realizes his hands do not go to her hips nor to her tail after a minute of riding him. She checks over her shoulder, watching as he stares at her ass rapt. "These tattoos are perfect in this angle, Penelope," Minsc says before giving her another playful spank. He is heavy-handed, she thinks, as she whimpers.

"What about my tail?" She asks as she looks forward, her tail dancing above him.

"Minsc is amazed at your control, but Minsc did lie," He says through groans, his movement sudden as his hands snake under her thighs, lifting them.

Penelope gasps, her mind trying to comprehend the new position as his hands grip her thighs, her control of the pace vanishing as Minsc starts to pound into her. Penelope's mouth drops open, her eyes dazed as he stuffs her repeatedly. Her body feels electric as she screams. She closes her eyes, focusing on him. He's close by the erratic thrusts, the rough Minsc from earlier returning as he fucks her without a care.

He slows only momentarily before slipping his hands higher, resting on the back of her neck. This position... His heels plant against the bed to gain more momentum. She tries to look away, pressure building in her lower belly almost too quickly. Tears sting her eyes as he moans corny praises.

"Minsc knew you could sing for him. You are amazing, Miss Penelope." She wishes she could shut him up as she trembles. He uses her hole with such eagerness and reckless abandon. "Look at you... Taking Minsc's cock so well," He groans, his balls slapping against her, their skin meeting with harsh strokes.

"Minsc is going to come!" He says quickly after, his teeth gritting together. Penelope cannot find the words as she gushes around his thick cock, dripping down his shaft. Minsc's moan is deep, coming from his chest as he erupts under her. He holds her firm against him, his tip twitching as he fills the contraceptive with his hot cum.

Penelope pants, clenching around him to squeeze every drop, his panting turning back into moans. "You want every drop of Minsc?" He asks as he lets go of her neck, his hands returning to the back of her knees. Gods above.

"Minsc..." She moans as he lazily rocks his hips against hers, his cock still feeling firm. She wonders if the petrification spell, though worn off now, affects his cock until he finally lets her go, letting her collapse on his legs. 

Minsc sighs as she rolls off him, his limp cock slipping from inside of her. Their eyes meet as she rests on his chest, her mind dazed and sleepy. She laughs softly, trying to gather whatever scatterbrained thoughts she could find.

"Was I better than your dreams?" Penelope asks, her fingers trailing on his chest.

"Better. Minsc thought you knew that." He says, raising his eyebrow.

"I did. I do..." Her eyes flick from his cock to his face. "Can we do this again?" She asks, feeling greedy.

Minsc pauses; she can hear him thinking hard. "In between the butt-kicking and adventures that Boo and I go on? Sure. Maybe once or twice when Minsc needs to wind down," He says. Penelope warms up to that idea. She has others who can fill the Minsc-sized hole in her heart and her holes.

"Good, because this was fun, and you have a hundred years to catch up on," She teases before kissing him softly. He lets her lead, though stubborn. His hand massages her ass as he hums.

“Sex hasn’t changed that much,” Minsc says before pecking her again. “But Minsc is afraid if he doesn’t get out of bed now, he will stay here forever.”

Penelope giggles as he snakes his arms from her body. “Well, next time you need to unwind, I’m sure I’ll be ready,” Penelope states, watching as he puts his clothes back on.

Minsc leans down once he’s redressed, kissing her hard against the pillows. “Boo has plans for Minsc tonight, but once they are done, I will find you. Your moans are locked inside Minsc’s head, and I need to hear them again soon.” He says, letting his eyes roam her thick body.

She takes one more caress of his crotch, feeling him stiffen. “Come find me when you’re ready,” Penelope whispers as he moans softly, resisting climbing back into the bed. “Oh, trust Minsc, my bosom-heavy friend. I will be back.”

Penelope makes a face at the nickname once he leaves. She has enough time to clean up and share the tale of her taking on the Stone Lord to Shadowheart. She also has time to find what to wear and where they should meet again… Maybe she’ll be able to find a gag or two in the meantime. The thoughts excite her as she lets her mind go with all the possibilities.

[myymi]

intro !!

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⤿danielle / myla

⤿18 || [02/23]

⤿agender || they/them + ny/nym (preferred, but im ok w any!!)

⤿alt.blogs :: personal - @dyymi || art - @ceemi

⤿ao3

⤿mutuals are free to ask for my discord 💜

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⤿don't forget your daily clicks!!

faq !!

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⤿"are you still taking prompts?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋmy bio will say if theyre open or closed <3

⤿"how do you get inspiration?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋlistening to music!

⤿"can i draw art based on your fics?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋof course!! please tag me if you do, i'd love to see it!

⤿"have you written for any other fandoms?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋyes, but you'll never find it. i never posted them lol

⤿"any tips for __?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋcheck my tips tag first!

main tags !!

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⤿tails - miles tails prower

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& sonic - unbreakable bond / dynamic duo

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& knuckles - brain and brawn

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& amy - pinky lemonade

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& shadow - bumblebee

⤿asks - myyanswers / anon / anonymous / anon ask

⤿drabbles - myydrabs

⤿fanfic - myyfics

⤿headcanons - myyhcs

⤿alt.blogs rbs - dyymi / ceemi

⤿tips - writing tips

(you may not find every post when searching up tags. i sometimes forget to tag them, and a lot of these are new ones. sorryyy)

fics !!

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[it's quite long, so i'm going to add a read more]

⤿Quick Trip

⇢ ˗ˏˋTails just wanted to run to the store to pick up a few things but was attacked on his way home.

⤿Tails can Purr

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust the family finding out tails can purr

⤿Tails can Purr | Sonic Boom Edition

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis is before season 2, same time as cabin fever cause i love that episode

⤿Welcome To Westside Island!

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails runs into some old 'friends'

⤿What Kind of Genius Can't Figure This Out?

⇢ ˗ˏˋThe crew stay behind to lend a hand in repairing the chateau after the avalanche hits. Over time, Tails properly processes everything that happened that day, but is left with more questions than answers.

⤿Early Birthday Gift

⇢ ˗ˏˋTails is working on The Tornado when Amy swings by the house with an early birthday present

⤿Sonic Hoodie

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic comes home to tails in a hoodie that looks like him

⤿Feelings

⇢ ˗ˏˋSonic and Tails have a little talk about what happened during the war.

⤿Reality Check

⇢ ˗ˏˋWhat starts as a normal day with Tails fixing up Omega after an accident turns into the fox receiving a reality check from Shadow

⤿Chaotix Babysitting

⇢ ˗ˏˋour favorite detective agency look after our favorite two tailed fox while he's sick :)

⤿Abandonment Issues

⇢ ˗ˏˋKnuckles and Tails are left home alone for the first time. It later proves to be a terrible idea

⤿They're Called Scary Movies for a Reason

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails watches a horror movie for the first time. it does not end well

⤿Echidna Memorial

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles takes sonic and tails to the memorial he made for his ancestors :]

⤿It's What Brothers Do

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust a cute little moment between the boys, set in the aosth universe :]

⤿That's His Little Brother

⇢ ˗ˏˋsomeone else saves Sonic instead of the avatar

⤿Worried

⇢ ˗ˏˋAs Tails packs up the Tornado, Sonic comes to him to talk about something on his mind.

⤿What's the Point?

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails notices people don’t typically care to listen to his tech rambles so he stops

⤿Sleeping Troubles

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles wakes to find tails missing and sets off to locate him. they talk abt history :]

⤿Hide and Seek

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust kids being kids. for the most part, anyways

⤿You're Not Alone

⇢ ˗ˏˋa small rewrite of one of the scenes in the third issue of idw's scrapnik island :]

⤿Rainy Day, Sick Hedeghog

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic gets sick, leaving tails to take care of him :]

⤿He's Still Five.

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles watches over tails while sonic goes to fight eggman

⤿First I Love Yous

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic wakes up to a empty bed that should’ve had a fox cub in it

⤿Jelly

⇢ ˗ˏˋbasically; tails finds out he’s allergic to jelly. lethally

⤿Sonic Prower

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic changes his name

⤿Online Fights

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails get into a fight like losers /lh

⤿If you can't catch a Hedgehog, Torture a Fox

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis is based off a response my friend got when messing around with an eggman ai

⤿School Troubles

⇢ ˗ˏˋTom and Maddie get a call from the school about Tails

⤿Complimentary Colors

⇢ ˗ˏˋobligatory first meet fic starring sonic and tails

⤿Waiting

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails waits for sonic to come home

⤿Storybook

⇢ ˗ˏˋEither Tails has a nice nostalgia trip, or Sonic gets to embarrass him. The joys of being the big brother.

⤿Easily Hurt

⇢ ˗ˏˋ"You ever think about plastic surgery to fix those, uh, freaky tails?" -- based on the events in episode 61 'fast and easy' in aosth

⤿Situation

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles gets some visitors

⤿Tumblr Drabbles

⇢ ˗ˏˋvarious drabbles from tumblr

⤿Find a Rock

⇢ ˗ˏˋbaby tails meets amy

⤿One Last Favor

⇢ ˗ˏˋa scene from telltale's the walking dead game rewritten w sonic and tails

⤿Mobius Lost Another Hero

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails, knuckles, and shadow scavenge for supplies. it does not end well

⤿Grocery Shopping

⇢ ˗ˏˋlittle slice of life fic, aosth bros

⤿Similarities

⇢ ˗ˏˋshadow sits on a roof to sulk. tails says no

⤿Tail Wags

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails finds out his tails wag

⤿Rainstorm

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles sonic and tails are stuck in a cave during a rainstorm

⤿A Warm Meal

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s1e2)

⤿New Allies

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails meet knuckles !! yayyy

⤿Bitten

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s2e1)

⤿Actions Have Consequences

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s1e3)

⤿What Did I Do?

⇢ ˗ˏˋmy take on what happens after the end of sonic prime part 3 (contains spoilers)

⤿Have You Seen Tails?

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic wakes up from his nap and tails is not there

⤿False Paradise

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails talk on angel island

⤿Collapsed

⇢ ˗ˏˋa large hotel collapses while a certain fox is inside

⤿Holoska

⇢ ˗ˏˋonce the world began to restore itself after the war against infiite, tails sets out to explore an abadoned eggman base located in holoska

surely nothing bad could happen there

⤿Love is Confusing

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails has no idea what love is

⤿Familiar Faces

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails runs into a few familiar faces as he's transporting a batch of weapons to the resistance's armory

⤿Welcome to the Team

⇢ ˗ˏˋAmy and Sonic are on a walk through a forest when Knucks, Amy's Sandslash, runs off the path. They follow him, and Sonic ends up gaining a new team member. - pokemon au

⤿Closer is Better

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails falls asleep on sonic for the first time

⤿A Small Celebration

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails's eighth birthday is here, but there's a problem; sonic isn't there to celebrate it with him

⤿sacrifices

⇢ ˗ˏˋ" Tails smiles, "See you on the ground?" "

⤿Tumblr Drabbles

⇢ ˗ˏˋvarious drabbles from tumblr

[rapunziedameron]

sorry you had to see that poll nym 😭 people are so weird about the sequels still

Ten years (nearly) after they started and five after they ended, and people are less normal about them still than I, resident "very not normal about the sequels" nerd.

A lot of the reasonings I saw for "why it hates women", too, just have me even more bewildered and frustrated. I feel like so much of this fandom's misogyny has completely clouded its perception of what the films actually were. And that's not to say the sequels are entirely flawless, though I feel this is an obvious statement that needn't be stated because no piece of media is without flaw, but this is the piss on the poor website, but I feel like a lot of the fandom's sexism just winds up skewering what the sequels really are- and it's a three movie narrative centered around Leia and Rey.

Oh yeah, bells and whistles of the tragedies of Han and Luke and Ben, but ultimately it comes down to Leia and Rey; it's a story of finding Leia's brother to bring him back to her. It's a story of trying (and failing, but trying again) to bring her son back to her. It's about people fighting in Leia's name. The Last Jedi novelization has D'Acy speaking her name with reverence, and Leia striding through the hanger is enough to immediately cease the division that rose up between the Resistance and Holdo's crew. It is in Leia's name that the galaxy pulls together to overthrow tyranny; it is Leia's legacy that Poe and Rey find themselves trying to carry, respectively. It's closure Leia deserved, with Vader, that Rey finds for herself by defeating Palpatine and rejecting his bloodline to choose her own family.

No, Leia doesn't have a big presence in the sequels; but she does drive them. She inspires everyone in the films, and it's a desire to do her and her legacy right that motivates nearly every other character. Leia is the symbol of the Resistance, of the Light, of hope in the films, and she can't even see it herself! But everyone else does.

So, quite. Leia is in a coma for most of The Last Jedi (oh no! The horror! She's now disabled! how completely sexist, as we know disabled women don't exist!), but she drives so much of it narratively.

And this concept that "some of the women antagonists are cruel, so it hates women" is absolutely mind-boggling to me? Of course Phasma is horrible, she's a fascist. And I don't take Holdo as a girlboss we're supposed to 100% believe is a perfect angel who does no wrong, when she represents so much of the elitism that the movie is so critical towards (she stands regally above the rest of the Resistance in fancy clothes that, if not in color, then certainly in trim lines more with the rich quality we see on Canto Bight; she immediately reduces Poe to a hotshot flyboy and nothing more, Finn to an ex-stormtrooper, and can't be bothered to even remember who Rose is, despite the fact that Rose is from Holdo's ship, and her focus is on bringing the New Republic back, which is a return to the status quo, which the film also pretty explicitly goes "no!" to). I don't think her self-sacrifice, or Leia using it as a teaching moment for Poe, negates those traits in the slightest. Holdo is - narratively - an antagonist:

a person who actively opposes or is hostile to someone or something; an adversary.

She was designed, specifically, to be a hardass that Poe and, we the audience, would not trust (according to the Art of the Last Jedi). The fact that two female antagonists (and one outright villain) is used as some sort of "gotcha!" that the films are somehow sexist doesn't sit right with me - it veers entirely too closely to the concept that women are somehow inherently pure creatures, and the thought that they might be anything but is sexist. Two white women antagonists embody prejudice? It's the end of feminism, cos white racist (and ableist, looking at you "bedpan duty" comment of Amilyn's from the novelization!) women is completely a myth right?

And people put so much more importance on Kylo than the films even do. They're so quick to write Rey off as nothing more than a mere victim, or like her arc is completely sullied by her having compassion for the villainous character - and the double standard is so completely obvious when Luke is praised for the same thing. But Rey dares to do the selfish, complicated thing - she develops feelings for the man she's supposed to hate! Who has hurt her friends! That's too much nuance, and the idea that Rey might have all the power here is too much for this fandom to comprehend, so we have to reduce her to a hapless little victim. So niave, and helpless but to exist as a mere prop for the white man.....

When in actuality, Ren serves as a prop for Rey's development. He makes her worse, highlights her flaws, and pushes her out of her comfort zone. The throne room is entirely the cause of (most) of Rey's insecurities in The Rise of Skywalker, and why she thinks she needs to earn her place in this story. She doesn't put up with any man's shit - she knocks Luke fucking Skywalker on his ass for lying to her, and when Ren makes it clear he isn't going to change, she kicks him out of her life. Rey has all the agency and uses it repeatedly, but it makes her a complicated character with nuance (an extremely traumatized mercurial one at that!) and that's unacceptable. So it's easier to pretend that she was done dirty, and existed solely for Ren's redemption (which is BULLSHIT because it was a last minute addition to the Rise of Skywalker).

There certainly are some complaints you could make (Rose's reduced screentime), but so much of what I see criticism about "sexism in the sequels" is simply at odds with what is actually present in the films themselves. Tell me again how the trilogy with more women than the first six films combined, which featured our first woman X-Wing pilot (because they'd been cut out of the original trilogy!) and had our Yoda figure be a dazzling, charming and flirtatious pirate queen, and so many other fantastic fucking background/recurring ladies (blows a kiss to Tallie, to Paige, to Kaydel, to all the other Resistance ladies my brain is blanking on atm!), for having ex-stormtrooper Jannah join Finn in helping topple the system that stole their childhoods from them, for letting a woman be covered head to toe and outwardly cold hearted but having a soft heart still as this trilogy's resident love interest scoundrel (Zorii).

The sequel trilogy loves women. It just loves messy, complicated women. Women that are sometimes wrong, who make mistakes, or are sometimes just outright pieces of shit.

So if you think women shouldn't be any of those things then, yeah. I guess it hates the idea that women should be perfect angels. But if you think that means it hates women outright, then I think you need to sit back and wonder what that says about you.

But I doubt the fandom is capable of that, when you had people claiming it was sexist that Leia trains Rey back in 2019.

[rielzero]

Nymrod ''A Silver-y coated Fool''

Backstory Blurb;

Nymrod was a High Half Elf Silver Dragonic Bloodline Sorcerer who tried to become a fashion designer despite his family's high demands and expectations. He particularly disliked his innate magic as he had the tendency to freeze things when he got nervous.

As a result of his unstable powers and clumsiness, no one would take him as an apprentice so he had to teach himself how to sew. Struggling with what to do with his misfortunes, he briefly joined a band of friends on a few adventures, realizing he really disliked contributing to conflict and fighting. During a tour to Elturel, he got really drunk and passed out.. Only to awaken when Elturel was pulled into Avernus. The sudden shift of planes for some reason changed him into a Dainty, soft looking Tiefling, unrecognizable to himself and his friends. They swiftly abandoned him in order to flee. Left with little else to hold onto, Nymrod is who he became. Acting docile, foolish and helpless, his appearance and behavior gave him his name, a combination of ''Nymph'' and ''Nimrod'' Passed around several devils as a pretty pet to look at. Hiding his intelligence and using his charm to remain unharmed. When Nymrod was about to be sold to one particularly cruel Devil in exchange of dozens of soul coins, Raphael ended up coming to his rescue. The Cambion recognized Nymrod's facade, becoming the only safe space were Nym's intelligence was genuinely recognized. Nym is very indifferent about the conflict surrounding Avernus as he had to prioritize his own survival. Due being abandoned by his only friends in his time of need, he stopped caring for those who do not value him. Since then he has gotten used to his body, still feeling somewhat strange about it. Some inconsistencies might exist in the blurb, but he is an OC, casual oc. He wouldn't exist in the same universe as the videogame per sé, so no tadpole or mindflayer business. He's not an adventurer, so not very experienced in combat- avoids it.

Idk I like the idea of ''very evil half devil has soft spot for a very unlucky dude'' cuz I enjoy fluff as much as I enjoy angst.

*people in the house of hope literally being tortured, screaming in the background* Nymrod: Hmm. I feel inspired.. *sketches outfit ideas* Raphael: *sips from a glass of brandy* The songs they sing in the morning are the most spirited. Nymrod: Oh, should I add some more skulls in this pattern??

I don't think Nymrod is evil, but rather- indifferent? He had no room to care for others, being isolated for so long. He no longer has that passively active empathy he used to before Avernus. Too much shit happened..

Might write some fic later, idk. I don't feel confident in writing Raphael to be honest, but I want to describe Nym's story a bit more. I don't really intend on drawing it actively as I have other projects.

Nym would get along with Haarlep pretty well, sassy bitching.

Some other things about Nymrod.

-Freezing things when nervous still happens, but given that they're in hell- it just turns into water right away half of the time. ''Did you have an oopsie?'' Haarlep would probably joke around that Nym is a bedwetter.. -He sometimes sheds the scales, but they regrow on the exact same locations. Skin gets a little overly sensitive during this time. -He purrs! Isn't sure why, but it happens. -As a Half Elf, his hair was much darker, he used to wear very dark clothing, but after settling in his new form he prefers light colors. Mostly pink. -As a Fierna Tiefling and sorcerer, Nym's charm spell happens mostly subconsciously, it's gotten him out of trouble many times. -He sold his previous name to a Fey who was wandering in the Hells while he was still held captive as a caged pet. The fey gave him a blessing that makes him naturally lucky out of pity in exchange. He doesn't remember his old name or previous personality much, but he does remember his life before Avernus. He has no attachment to his old life. -Nym had no close friends or relatives when he was abandoned by his family. His only friends were the adventuring group, or so he thought.. -He is clingy, bit of a damsel. Would still throw ice at someone as a last resort. Not great at aim though. Would probably die in 2 hits. -Plays with his tail absentmindedly when he's bored, still unfamiliar with the limb at times. -Tailwag when he's excited. -He really really really likes how his body looks after the change, but it did take some getting used to. -His horns have very sensitive nerve endings. -Insecure in the bedroom, but only because he's inexperienced. His only previous sexual encounters were while drunk, has an alcohol problem but isn't addicted. He just doesn't know when to stop drinking. When given the chance he will drink until he passes out. -Whenever possible, he will make or design clothes for Raphael and Haarlep. Has his own little atelier room to work on these things. -Throws little pouty tantrums when his clothing or work gets stained. -Crybaby, very easily overstimulated. Cries when stressed. -Smarter than he makes himself out to be, loves puzzles. Has solved very intricate and difficult puzzles on a whim before. -Raphael exclusively calls him ''Nimphy'' when greeting him. -Settled for being spoiled or treated as a pet pretty easily, has kept the collar with his name on it since he first got it. He feels safer while wearing it. I might draw responses to specific questions about Nymrod actually. Feel free to flood my inbox lol, if you want me to draw this oc in specific situations..

[neysaadept]

Prometheus Chapter 11 Preview

TW: Reader is intoxicated. Sexual innuendo ... maybe? :P

“Thanks for driving me home, Emily,” you said sleepily in the passenger seat. Unlike you, Prentiss had held back on drinking a lot so she could drive home safely. The other ladies took ride shares, and you were going to as well until Emily offered you a ride.

“Well, considering I strong armed you into coming, figured it was only polite,” she answered cheekily.

“Strong armed?” You laughed and accidentally snorted, which made Emily bite back a chuckle. “Maybe if I kept saying no you woulda gonna go cavewoman on me.”

“What does that even mean?” She was not fluent in your drunk talk yet.

“You know!” you said without explaining any further as to you, it was obvious.

“I’m sorry to say, I do not,” she said with the years of patience talking to inebriated co-workers.

You found this confusing and shrugged. “I thought you were smart and membered things good.”

 “I am, and I do, but not once did either of us mention prehistoric women.”

“You were going through my clothes!”

She nodded.

“And you were so …” your hands gestured in the air trying to find the word, “so…insistent. Persistent?” You looked confused and pouted. “Both?”

Emily fought a smile by biting her lip. “Both works in this case as they’re synonyms.”

You made a fist to pound on the armrest triumphantly. “Yes! So, if I didn’t still wanna go, I bet you woulda made me get dressed, throw me over your shoulder, and throw me in the car.” You looked around and squinted. “This car, actually. This is the car we came in, right?”

“Yes!” Emily barked out a laugh. “But I wouldn’t have made you get dressed.”

“No?” The thought of that makes you sad as your eyes drifted to her hands wondering what they would feel like on your whole body. That made you grin a bit dopily.

“No,” she confirmed and wished she didn’t notice that you may have been delighted by being undressed by her. You were intoxicated and she wasn’t going to confirm that look any further, but it made her wonder how far your defenses had dropped to comment like this and how truthful they were. “I’m not a cavewoman. Just … persistent.”

“Insistent!” you said, looking proudly at her and squinted with one eye open. “Syn -no -nym.”

“Very good, Whitlock. You get an A in English class.”

You jutted out your lower lip and nodded. “I’m skilled with my tongue.”

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She Likes You! (Black Clover)

We're at it again- WHOOO! :D

Heyo everyone! This is part two of a collab I'm doing with the amazing @intheticklecloset We decided to embrace our shippy selves and our love of Black Clover to bring y'all some confessional tickles! (or in my case; realization ones lols)

💖💖💖For Nym's Part💖💖💖

Summary: Yuno does some thinking after Asta helped him realize his feelings for the Leopold. Maybe he can help him realize the ones from a certain water mage in return?

“Don't you think I’d notice if someone had feelings for me?

Yuno was still rather shocked by such a statement. The delivery was matter of fact too- like Asta truly believed in what he was saying. He was either convinced or obtuse- or both. Asta could be both.

The wind mage leaned back against the grassy hill, arms behind his head as he played back the other day’s events over and over again. It was a good conversation, and much has happened since. All good things really.

So why was he so hung up on the comment? Did it really matter in the long run?

His focus switched back to Asta and his teammate- Noelle was her name, right?-leaving. He remembered how she looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention, the warmth that spread across her cheeks and the softness in her eyes showing her true feelings for the smaller mage. When he did look at her, she’d hide it quickly- trying for disinterest with little success.

‘Is that how I looked with Leo?’ The thought hit him like a tornado, making everything come together. That was it- that same hopelessly in love expression that girl wore with Asta. She felt for him how he felt for Leopold.

Somehow, the thought made him rather sad. Yuno hadn’t realized it before, but he was starting to empathize with her situation. Being in love with someone who you don’t even know likes you back.

At least, that was his own predicament until recently.

“Hey.” A finger poked his forehead, making him open his eyes. Green irises looked down at him, framed by vibrant hair. He looked upside down from his position, but his smile was as bright as the sun. “There you are. Whatcha thinking about, wind chime?”

“I told you to call me Yuno.” He huffed with a small blush as the redhead somersaulted beside him, getting comfortable. He didn’t know what changed, but one day-Leopold approached him with his heart in his hands, declaring his feelings in that special Vermillion way of his. They’ve been keeping things on the downlow since, but Yuno couldn’t be happier. “I’m just thinking about Asta. That girl really likes him, huh?”

“Noelle? Oh man- she’s crazy about him!” Leopold nodded excitedly, scooting close to him and resting his head against his chest. “Anytime anyone brings up his name she perks up, but if you ask her directly she’ll try to drown you. It’s cute.” He grinned, his smile faltering some. “Still, I’m worried about her. What if Asta breaks her heart?”

“He won’t.” Yuno replied automatically, perhaps a touch too hard. Leopold only chuckled in response, patting his chest.

“I know he won’t. Not intentionally. I just don’t think he quite gets she’s into him yet.” Leopold mused, playing with the tufts of Yuno’s Golden Dawn uniform. “Granted, I was pretty dense myself until my siblings asked me if I liked you. After that, it was like someone cleared all the fog in my brain.” He grinned up at Yuno, eyes soft. “I know it’s not a perfect solution, but sometimes you just need somebody to come over and hit you with an obvious truth for things to click.”

Yuno had been nodding along listening to him, but that last part struck a chord.

Of course..why didn’t he think of that sooner?

“You’re brilliant, you know that?” Yuno told him, taking Leopold’s chin in his hand as he kissed him quick. The redhead was beaming when they pulled away. “Completely brilliant.”

“Hmm, tell me again without words, yeah?” The redhead grinned as Yuno kissed him again and again.

His plan would have to wait until later it seems.

~~~

“Noelle likes you.”

There- he said it! Since his time with Leopold, Yuno had been debating on how to approach the subject matter. Should he do what Asta did and teasingly lean into it? Ask questions that would eventually lead to his friend coming to the realization himself?

In the end, the second they met up once again to hang out- it just came out like that. His version of a greeting.

“Huh?” Asta blinked, staring. “..huh?”

Okay- maybe should have started with the greeting. “Hey, what’s up? Noelle likes you.” Nailed it! He watched, waiting for Asta to process the information.

“Well, yeah- I know that.” Asta smiled, nodding. “We’re friends, afterall!”

Yuno blinked, then he closed his eyes, seeking patience. “No, I mean- she likes you.”

“Yeah…I know?” Asta waved his hands before him, puzzled. “I think she likes everyone in the Black Bulls though. Especially Vanessa and Grey, but their all girls so it makes sense-”

“Asta.” Yuno tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice as he grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “She likes you. Like how I…really like Leo.” The confession wasn’t new, but it still made Yuno’s cheeks warm.

Finally, Asta seemed to get it. “Oh? Oh! Oh…nah, there’s no way! No way at all- she doesn’t like me like that.” Asta laughed as he took a step back. “I already told you, I’d-

“Yes, you’d notice if someone had feelings for you, you’ve said that before.” Yuno gave up on hiding his exasperation, shaking his head. “Sorry to say this, but I think you’re wrong this time.”

“Whatcha mean by that?” Asta narrowed his eyes some, raising his chin with an indignant frown. “Are you saying I’m not good at picking these things up?”

“Yes.” Yuno nodded. Asta sputtered in shock, eyes wide.

“Well! I’d never!” Asta puffed, his annoyance fading when Yuno started to smile. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

“And you’re oblivious. I’m serious though- Noelle likes you.”

“I really don’t see it.”

“She calls you ‘dorksta.’”

“You call me ‘shortsta’- I don’t see you getting down on one knee.”

“You're not my type. She’s always looking at you.”

“Everyone looks at me!”

“Not the way she does! She’s always by your side-”

“To send me flying with water-”

“Asta!” 

“It’s true!” Asta cried back, shaking his head as he flopped into the grass beneath his feet, leaning back on his hands. “Even if she did like me like you say she does, it wouldn’t matter. She’s royalty- meaning she’s got an entire ocean of guys to pick from if she wanted. Why would she pick me?” Something uncharacteristically bitter entered Asta’s tone- a rare side of self-loathing Yuno never thought he’d hear from his best friend. “It’s like back in Hage when you pick potatoes; you grab the best ones first. No one wants the little guys.”

Yuno couldn’t believe his ears. Was this really Asta? Shaking his head, he sat down beside him in the grass, bringing his knees up to his chest. “Do you remember what you told me when I said the same thing about Leopold? You said I still have a chance, and that it didn’t matter about our social standing.”

“This is different, Yuno. Really different.”

“How?”

“Look at you!” Asta waved a hand at him, gesturing to his entire being. “You’re tall, cool as hell, have amazing magic- not to mention you’re an amazing person inside and out, even when you’re being a jerk. It’s easy to see why Leopold likes you so much- you’re the whole package.” Asta slumped some, his hand dropping back to his side. “But me..what do I have to offer? I’m short, loud, and smelly. I’m nothing until I become the Wizard King. Until then-what can I offer her if I did like her back?”

“Asta..” Yuno felt his heart break at his friend's words. Asta sat up then, putting on a brave smile.

“It doesn’t matter- I’m already in love as is! One day- I’ll come home and sweep Sister Lily off her feet! She’ll accept my proposal one day-AH!” Suddenly the world tilted as Asta was unceremoniously pushed back into the grass. “Yuno? You big jerk- you can’t go tackling people like that!”

“I’m not the jerk here.” Yuno growled, tone nearly unreadable as he cracked his knuckles, staring daggers into Asta’s soul. “Enough is enough- if you’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you, I’m just gonna have to open your eyes myself!”

“Huh? What are yo-ohohohooeheahhahaha!” Almost immediately, the smaller boy arched with a yelp, hands shooting down to grab Yuno’s wrist as they scratched along his waist. “Yuhuhuhuhuno, wahhahahait! Gehahahahah, yohohohou jeheheherk- whahahhat the heheheehll?”

“Oh? What- you think you can tickle me until I confess and not get it in return?” Yuno’s death glare melted into a warm smile as he carried on scritching his fingers against Asta’s tunic, making his friend squirm and giggle. “I’m not stopping until you admit you’re worthy of Noelle’s feelings!”

“Buhuhuhuht I’m nohohohohot! Nohohohot yheheheheht!” Asta cried out, arching when Yuno dropped to his hips, pressing tickly thumbs into the soft spots. “Geahhahahha, Yuhuhuhuno! Dohohohohon’t nohohoht thehehehhehre!”

“Yes there! You’re so dense, I bet if someone cut your head open, they’d find bricks! And another thing- what are you saying you’ve got nothing to offer? So what if you’re short and smelly- that’s just you! You’re also brave, heroic, and determined! Do you really think Noelle only likes you based on the shallow things?” Tsking, Yuno kept one hand on his hip while the other moved to Asta’s ribs, making him shout before dissolving into giddy snickers. “She looks at you like you’re the only star in the night sky. She hangs onto every word you say, and she’s always flustered and shy whenever you look at her. She’s in love with you!”

“Ahehahahahhhahaha! Ehehehheven ihihihihihif thahahhat’s truuhuhhuuhe- I dohoohohohn’t thihihihk-GEHAHHAHA YUNO!” The second fingers attacked his stomach, Asta was flailing like a fish, his softer giggles shooting up to a proper burst as his worst spot was attacked. “GEHHAAHHA NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Yes! This is what you get!” Yuno smirked, deciding to go all out. Pulling out his most diabolical weapon, he leaned down and got right up to Asta’s ear. “Come on, whittle Asta- you and I both know you’re much better than you think. Admit it, will you? Please, for me?”

“TRAHAHHAHAITOR!” As if Asta couldn’t laugh harder! The dreaded teasing voice Yuno discovered worked so well on him sent him into near silent laughter- face red and eyes growing misty. Finally, he gave in, smacking the ground repeatedly and pulling at Yuno’s coat in submission. “OHOHOOHKAY OHOHOHOKAY ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

Yuno did as requested, pulling his hands back as he watched Asta curl into a loose ball against the ground, gasping for air. His cheeks were bright red, stained with tear streaks from how hard he was laughing. For a moment, Yuno felt a bit bad.

Then Asta was on his feet tackling him into the grass for revenge and Yuno realized feeling bad for someone so energetic wasn’t always the best idea.

~~~

“Heh. This feels all too familiar.” Asta laughed, breathless beneath the warm sun as he laid side by side with Yuno. “Weren’t we just having this conversation?”

“Can’t remember. My memory is as short as you.” Yuno snickered, laughing more when Asta threw a handful of grass at him.

“Shut up! Jerk.” Asta grinned, looking up towards the sky. After a moment, he spoke again, voice careful. “Do you…really think she likes me? Like, truly likes me?”

“She thinks the world of you, Asta.” Yuno reassured him, watching the emotions play out on his friend’s face. Realization there might be something there, anguish of possible rejection. And hope…something hopeful that maybe, just maybe…”Even if she has a hard time expressing it. I think she’s scared to tell you cause you might not feel the same.

“You don’t have to tell her now if you’re unsure. Just don’t drag her along, okay? When you realize how you feel about her, make it known- regardless of what it is. Believe me when I say..” Yuno’s ears burned as he turned away from his friend’s watchful eyes. “It really, really helps to know from the otherside.”

Asta was quiet. Then he reached out, punching Yuno’s shoulder gently. “To think it was only yesterday it was me comforting you when you were unsure. Thanks, Yuno. For everything.”

“Hmm.” Yuno nodded, bumping his fist against Asta's, pretending the mistiness of his vision was from the earlier tickle attacks. “Thank you too.”

Thanks for reading! And another major thank you to Nym for collabing with me! This was the best!

[bonesandthebees]

[Did this prompt Tobyn to threaten his life? Yes, but it wasn’t anything Phil hadn’t heard before.] I love this kid too. Should I be worried that Phil has heard many threats upon his life. What has this man done to get where he is now?

[To his surprise, Quackity also petitioned Phil to see him, and took the refusal less gracefully than his counterpart did.] taking bets on his intentions now. Was he going to A) apologise. B) try and get Wilbur to not sell him out. C) kiss him or D) all of the above (I’m sure I missed a few options).

[He’s a lot smarter than most give him credit for] Phil figured. And Wilbur will soon confirm. [Phil didn’t even spare a glance at Tomys.] again this kid is not important to Phil unless Wilbur can gain something from it (like his undying loyalty while he has a crown on his head). This line makes that painfully clear.

[When his eyes met Phil’s though, he flinched.] Hi, I would like to file a formal complaint.

[“I’m sorry,” Wilbur blurted out, looking as though he was struggling to stay conscious. “I didn’t see- I didn’t know-”/“It’s okay, Wil. You did well,” Phil reassured him, resting a hand on his cheek./Wilbur blinked a few times as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard Phil right. Then, whatever tension he’d still been holding onto seemed to snap, and he slumped into Phil’s hold as his eyes fluttered shut.] I am going to explode (I am currently waiting for Icy to read this chapter so I can watch nym explode as well).

[“Your father will be glad to hear you’re alright. He was saying what a waste it would’ve been-”] yk, Phil is not looking at him, but I want to know what Tomys was looking at. Did he see the hug? Was he jealous? Did he want that too. Cuz this would suck. But I’m not sure he would even want a hug from his own father. Especially given the whole “did not tell me I am now a possible heir to the throne” thing. But I do need to know if Tomys saw that hug and what he felt if he did, because I doesn’t really match up with how Wilbur talks about his father.

[“I think I broke my leg,” Wilbur then said, eyes still closed as he grimaced./“We’ll get that fixed for you. Don’t worry,” Phil reassured him, carding his fingers as best he could through the tangled curls on top of his head, “it’s okay now. I got you.”] *distant screaming* also Wilbur’s first line made me giggle so bad. But I am genuinely insane about the hair thing and the parallels. Phil has been thinking about that the entire time and it’s basically the first thing he does.

(I wonder if Phil did not want anyone else there because he did not want anyone to see his weakness, his love for his son, which could be used against him and in turn would bring that son in danger. Or if he really just does not want to share. Part of it is genuine concern too because we knew he was going to let Wilbur sleep first should he have come back when he was meant to.)

Lastly, [It was time to handle Schlatt.] murder Murder MURDER

MURDER

MURDER

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oh yeah phil has heard a lot of death threats before. gotta love tubbo not giving a shit that phil is literally the consil and instead just being like "fuck you I want to see my best friend"

hmm what were quackity's intentions I suppose you'll see in the next chapter :)

yup, phil doesn't give two shits about tommy in any real way. he only cares about what tommy can offer them in terms of power. tommy as a person means nothing to him. he just wants to make sure his son is okay.

father son reunion yayyyyy poor wilbur 😭

oh yeah, tommy saw the hug. he definitely had thoughts about it, but he was also a bit more focused on seeing puffy again and also his own exhaustion after spending a week in the mountains

I had to include the hair thing again phil might suck at showing emotion but damn if he doesn't love his son

phil both wanted his reunion with his son to be as private as possible, but also he genuinely didn't want to overwhelm wilbur. he knew that niki would want to talk to him and make sure he was alright, and since quackity wanted in as well he had a feeling quackity would do the same. he didn't know how badly injured wilbur was and what state he was in, so he didn't want him to get freaked out by a ton of people clambering around him asking if he was okay.

:)