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𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.

Ch 14: He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.

A sequel to Whither is thy beloved gone? (AO3)

After the events of ‘Whither is thy beloved gone?’ Lord Astarion Ancuńin and his consort wife navigate their relationship anew. The ghosts of the past - his, hers, and theirs - threaten to unravel everything they’ve worked for.

The reception is in full swing.

Professionally edited and collaborated on by my dearest friend <3 @editing-by-night

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Art by @lirotation

They were in the gardens, holding a pose, the artist furiously sketching. Ban exhaled, resisting the urge to drop her shoulders and slouch. Beside her Astarion held still effortlessly.

“Can we-” she called to the artist. “Oskar. Can we please end this for the day? It’s our fifth piece from you. I’m sure you already know what we look like by now.”

“But, to strive for perfection!” Oskar threw his hands up in the air. “You cannot possibly-”

Astarion broke his pose, wrapping a hand around her wrist before striding away. “You can, Oskar. I’m sure an artist of your caliber can fill the blanks in with their formidable imagination.”

Before Oskar could respond, he had already led Ban away.

That was the last portrait for the day; they had spent the past two hours posing for various artists to put down preliminary sketches.

Astarion felt Ban lean against him and press her temple against his shoulder. “Another quick change,” she grumbled, “and then onto the reception.”

“Remind me. Which dress are you changing into?”

She frowned, thinking. “The same as the first. I have one less than you do.”

They arrived at the bedroom, making sure not to pass by the ballroom where the guests had been mingling. The ensembles had been moved there ahead of them and Ban flopped onto the bed, closing her eyes. Not even their most lengthy ball had come close to the amount of preparation or the duration of this wedding, and she privately wished they had merely eloped.

“I cannot wait for this to be over.”

He smirked, the sight of her sprawled on the bed both endearing and arousing, and his fingers flew over the clasps on his suit. He undid it enough to bare his chest, then crawled on top of her, straddling her hips.

“Because you’re exhausted, darling? A pity. I had all sorts of plans for tonight.” He smirked as she opened her eyes to glare at him.

“I’m sure some blood will perk me up.” Ban waved a hand dismissively.

Astarion took her words to heart, eagerly arching his neck in invitation. She ran gentle fingers down his neck, tracing his old scars, and he shivered.

“Your restraint finally failing you?” The soft touch of her fingers, her thumb caressing his Adam’s apple, the sheer nearness of her body under his - so godsdamned close… as much as he wanted to wait until tonight to break his fast, his head nodded of its own volition.

He leaned down, her hand wrapping around the back of his neck - a position reminiscent of the first night he’d bitten her, he thought with some amusement - and she bit down, fangs sinking into him with that familiar cold, sharp bite. Astarion didn’t fight it, hips pressing against her and rolling with a deliberate, delicious slowness, savoring the friction of his cock dragging across her mound.

“Perhaps,” he drawled. “You’d best be certain not to spill this time, Ban. You do not want these clothes- oh.”

She had licked up the wounds, and had kissed her way to his ear, licking around its edges. His body jerked, the thrust of his hips no longer quite controlled.

“You minx,” he growled, although there was little bite in it. “I never agreed to anything more than biting.”

“Mm.” Another long, slow pass of her tongue, drawing out a whine from him. “And yet you have not pulled away.”

He felt her hands beginning to roam his chest, stroking the hard planes of muscle. His heart raced at the contact and he bit his lip.

“Ban. Lower.”

“As you wish, my lord,” she purred playfully, sensually, drifting her hand over taut abdominal muscles before palming his erection.

He bucked, helpless against the need that filled him. Too long. Far too long. He reached between them to tug down his trousers, revealing the head of his cock. He gasped and his eyes shut as he felt Ban trace the slit gently, collecting his precum.

“I said my vows today,” she whispered against his ear, her hand sliding into his trousers and wrapping around his length, “but there are more. More things to tell you, things I wish I’d told you long ago.” She caressed his cheek, in time with a long, slow stroke, and he whined.

More. Was this her rising to the challenge he’d given her last night? Either way, he found himself entirely at her mercy. Whatever words were soon to fall from her lips, they were words he would die to hear, words he felt would heal every single ache he had ever endured. She pulled at his waistband, freeing his length before taking him in her grasp once more; the tightness and feel of her hand around his cock caused a long twitch. His lips parted, only one word on them - a prayer.

“Please.”

She kissed his forehead, a soft press of lips so achingly tender, a perfect contrast to the firm strokes of his cock. He rolled his hips, palms flat on the bed on either side of her, eyes squeezed shut.

“You…” she began, “are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I remember it as if it were yesterday - the scent of the sea, the rustling of the trees - and you, hair shining in the midday sun, asking for help. Gorgeous. Ethereal. Perfect.” The last words were breathed against his ear, and he leaned down further, as far as he could go, wanting to hear every last syllable.

He could see it in his mind’s eye, her body pressed against his, his dagger inches away from her throat. The sun, beating down on him. Her in camp. The clearing. She dragged her hand slowly, the pressure on his cock divine, and he grunted.

She cupped his cheek, tracing the sharp lines with her thumb. “But there was more to you than just looks. Your voice, your humor, your heart,” and she tutted as he scoffed, placing her palm flat against his chest, “everything. You. I loved you even before I understood what that meant. I wanted to keep you safe. I wanted you to be happy.”

He savored all her words, panting as he listened, his ass clenching as the thrust into her hand. He reached down, running his fingers along the delicate curve of her wrist, a silent plea for her to keep going. "You're incredible, you know that?"

“Shush. We’re talking about you, Astarion.”

His name, purred from her lips, spurred him on.

The delicious feel of her palm stroking him, the memories - of then and today, watching her walk down the aisle towards him, to him.

His hips bucked faster, mindlessly rutting against her strokes, soft pants the only sound he was able to make. He was close, he knew; he’d need very little more - a few more swipes across his tip, a caress at the sensitive bottom of his cockhead and he’d be done-

No. Not yet. He gently pulled at her hand, a quick, soft tug that she didn’t even seem to notice. Her strokes increased in speed, sensing he was close and wanting to push him over.

He swallowed hard, the rush of thoughts suddenly feeling like they were drowning him. The nights under the tent, his fingers and tongue deep inside her, those final nights when she’d finally touched him again, just like this, but also every single day since they’d found their way back to one another - soft gazes, breathless moans in the night, his name, whispered from her lips - something he would never tire of. Her in her wedding dress, nervously making her vows to him. The entire month spent longing for her, forcing himself to calm whenever he’d been overwhelmed with wanting, his cock so desperate for any friction that the slightest touch had him rock hard. Just a few more hours and his fast would be ended in exactly the way he’d hoped for all these weeks, all he had to do was hold out just a bit longer.

He gripped Ban’s wrist more tightly, but again she didn’t notice; he could feel himself teetering over the edge - one more stroke and he’d no doubt spill into her hand. His heart was racing, his breathing rapid, and he felt a little dizzy and he was so, so close and she still hadn’t stopped…

No. Not yet. Not until tonight. Not like this. Not when I’m overwhelmed. Not-

“Sussur!”

Immediately she let go, the edges of his orgasm fading as he leaned back and flexed his thighs to keep from spilling over the edge. Her hands cupped his face and she scanned his features, worry etched in hers.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, please,” she said, the words tumbling out in a nervous rush.

He shook his head quickly, lowering himself to lay on top of her. The sensation of his still-sensitive cock pressing against her made him moan.

“No, my love. It just slipped out, you did nothing wrong. In fact,” he turned to meet her gaze, head nestled between her breasts, “you…”

He found the words stuck on his throat. He cleared it, and tried again. “I did not quite expect…”

“For me to stop? Of course I would.” She ran her fingers through his curls; he leaned into the touch. He’d have to re-style his hair before they left the room.

“I know.” He blinked back tears, surprised to even feel them welling up in the first place. “I knew you would,” he clarified, “but there was a small part of me that feared, in that split second after I said it…”

“That your wishes would not be honored,” Ban finished for him. Her hands slid down his back and held him tight.

He nodded. “That was the first thing that came to mind.” Too many memories flashed through his mind, of people who refused to heed his wishes, who’d laughed and-

He shook his head. He wouldn’t think of that today.

“T-thank you,” he whispered, nuzzling against her more firmly. He hated the waver in his voice, but there was nothing for it.

“Of course.” Her fingers traced the embroidery on his suit jacket. “Would you tell me what went wrong, love?”

“Nothing, really. I wanted to save it for tonight.” He smiled at her, a little uncertain. “I did not want it right now, in between all these proceedings. Hurried. I was extremely close but you seemed to think my attempts to stop you were encouragement, and I began to feel a bit… anxious.”

Ban considered this. “I understand. I’m sorry, Astarion. I didn’t realize. You made me come earlier, and I thought I’d return the favor.” He could tell she knew there was more to it. “Was this all…” she waved a hand, “too much?”

“A little. But I wouldn’t consider it something bad, merely overwhelming, and definitely not how I wanted to break my fast.”

She frowned. “I’m so sor-”

He laughed, crawling up to kiss her. “Don’t you dare apologize. It was wonderful, and I found myself too close far too soon.” He looked down at himself; the dull ache of his unsatisfied need made his cock throb painfully. He pulled away, rolled off of her and sat up. He tucked himself back in. “I’d very much love to continue hearing all those words of yours. Tonight.”

“Still think I’m not up to the challenge?” she asked, stretching on the bed.

He shook his head. “With a little more practice, you might hope to at least contend with me.”

She snorted and nudged him with her foot. “Hm. I doubt tha-”

He caught her ankle in his grasp, running his fingers on the underside of her foot, tickling her. She squealed, and he let her go, smirking. “See? You have a ways to go, Ban.”

She rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows. “Fine.” One last stretch, and she sat up. “Let’s get changed. We have a long night ahead of us.”

He hummed in response, his thoughts focused entirely on what they would be doing after the reception.

Astarion sipped from his goblet as he watched two of his ghouls drag Volo away. Satisfied the party crasher had been dealt with, he scanned the rest of the room. There was Ban, in deep conversation with Jaheira, Minsc hovering with that rat on his shoulder. He hadn’t seen them in what felt like ages. Those two had departed soon after the Netherbrain had been defeated, with nary a goodbye - then again, no one had really bid him farewell, other than Gale.

He watched Karlach and Wyll depart for Avernus, watched Lae’zel fly off on her dragon. Stood there, side by side with Ban, who was bloodied and noticeably injured. He slipped an arm around her waist, and for once she did not shy away, leaning on him, too exhausted to even level a snide remark.

That night they had a small party to celebrate, Gale, Halsin, Shadowheart, Jaheira and Minsc were with them. They hardly paid him any mind, he may as well not even have come. He sulked at the furthest end of the table, face mostly buried in his cup. Conversation flowed over him, as it always had since the rite - at this point there was little point in listening or trying to participate.

He flicked his eyes over to her mug. Seeing it empty, he wordlessly picked it up and headed for the bar. When he came back, Jaheira and Minsc had already turned in for the night. Halsin and Shadowheart stood to leave without a word. Only Gale remained, and Ban, of course.

“I must head to bed as well,” Gale said, nodding to him as he approached. “I do hope we keep in contact.”

He stood silently as Gale wrapped his arms around Ban one last time then nodded at him - Astarion allowed himself the smallest of nods in response - and watched Gale retire to his room.

That night he whisked Ban away to the Crimson Palace.

So much has changed since then, he thought, staring at the bottom of his goblet. Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he looked over to see Minsc waving at him. He raised his hand awkwardly, waving back. He could see Jaheira, eyeing him with what looked like slight wariness. He waved to her as well.

Ban’s thoughts touched his. I told them everything. They like you better now.

Better? I was under the impression they did not like me at all. He put the goblet down on a passing server’s tray.

He felt her amusement through their bond. Jaheira liked you well enough to attempt to visit.

There was that. In the early days Jaheira had attempted to gain access to the Crimson Palace under the guise of delivering sweets and pastries for the lord of the house. Astarion had assumed it an attempt to curry his favor and spy on them at the same time, and he had always sent a servant to receive the gifts in his stead. Always outside the gates, never allowing her to take a single step onto the palace grounds. Ban had not corresponded with her much, if at all, which had been fine by him.

The pastries had always tasted good, at least.

She did bring a large batch over today, as a gift.

Do tell her I genuinely appreciate them, then, even if I didn’t appreciate her frankly blatant attempts to spy on us back then.

Astarion! Indignation, but still mostly mirth. He smiled as Ban turned towards him, eyebrows raised.

I merely jest. Tell them thank you for gracing us with their presence today. Seeing everyone under one roof again is most rewarding, especially now that we’re hosting it. He rolled his eyes, even though he knew she couldn’t see it.

He ended their link after one final snort from Ban, and continued surveying the guests.

There was the bard he’d hired to send messages to Gale when Ban had been taken - he’d proven to be surprisingly skilled, after all. He caught sight of Meiros with his wife, arm in arm, mingling with a crowd of artisans. He saw Lady Jannath and Oskar dancing and scoffed; the man sorely needed lessons.

A soft tap on his shoulder caught his attention. The twins stood before him, wearing identical dresses, one in green and one in blue. He bowed his head. “Enxisys. Miaxisys. A pleasure. I am glad you could join us tonight.”

“Your ceremony was in the sun, so we… decided to run a little late,” Miaxisys said, offering him her hand, which he took and pressed a soft kiss to.

“Apologies.” He turned to Enxisys, taking her hand and kissing it as well. “I trust you two have had a safe and uneventful journey otherwise? My wife and I would be more than happy to share our blood stores for the duration of your stay.”

Enxisys raked her eyes over him, a look that never failed to make him want to curl his lip and snap, but he merely offered a smile.

“We’ve had no trouble,” she said, eyes still fixed on his features, “but we shan’t stay long. We will be likely to ask for a bottle or two for the journey home, however, since I’m certain you wouldn’t be amenable to us helping ourselves to…” she glanced around, “...fresher sources.”

“We try not to create tension between us and the local government.” Astarion’s eyes flicked over to Ulder. “As such, we operate within the limits of what they might consider tolerable. Blood procured from our staff and other willing volunteers - with compensation, of course. A criminal or two, if I should desire something with a little more spice to it.” Ban never indulged in that, but he held out hope that she might consider it one day. Hunting with her would be most alluring. “If you would like one, I’m certain I can arrange something with Ulder.” He nodded over to the man.

“The Grand Duke himself.” Miaxisys shook her head. “We’ll settle for the bottles. We have more than enough volunteers at home.”

Enxisys simpered. “We hope to see you again soon, Lord Ancunín. Congratulations.”

“And thank you,” Miaxisys added under her breath.

Astarion watched them move away, hand in hand, beelining for Halsin. Allowing himself a moment of wry amusement, he observed them try and fail to capture Halsin’s attention.

“Entertained?” Ban’s voice whispered against his ear, wrapping her arm around him. He looked down at her, smiling, but before he could reply she fed him a piece of calamari from her plate. Delicious.

“Halsin,” he intoned, gesturing to the twins, “won’t be so easily swayed by vampires, I think. Even when they come in as pretty a package as those two.” He took her plate, placing it on a table. “A dance, my love?”

“Oh, you never know.” Ban nodded and took his hand, leading him to the dance floor. “Halsin isn’t usually opposed to a more casual arrangement.”

His expression darkened for a fraction of a second as he gripped her waist, a small grunt his only response. Immediately she placed a hand on his chest, smoothing down a crease in his one-shouldered cape.

“I know. What I did…it wasn’t the best thing, nor the right thing to do.” Her eyes flicked away, and he felt her tense in his arms. “Not for Halsin, or for Gale, but especially not for you.”

He was quiet for a few moments, then pressed his forehead against hers, exhaling roughly. “Halsin and I have made amends. The same is true with Gale, and more so between you and I.” He met her gaze. “There’s little need to bring old issues to the fore on a day like this.”

All the same, he reveled in the knowledge that she’d come to see the pain she had caused him. He twirled her in his arms, taking them further into the throng of people on the dance floor. The other dancers cleared away as they spun towards them. Astarion took care to not move too fast; she wasn’t the most graceful person, and he made sure that each step was carefully choreographed, occasionally whispering a quick left foot to her as they danced. It was ridiculous to think that they’d hosted countless parties and she’d yet to master the waltz, but that was Ban - for all her strength there was none of the dexterity.

As their dance came to an end, he drew closer, tracing his thumb over her lip, his mouth mere inches away from slotting against hers, when Ban turned around. He huffed, exasperated, then looked past her to see the illithid. It took a moment to recall his name - fleeting images of the dark and surprisingly beautiful myconid colony came to mind - until he locked onto it. Omeluum.

“I see the Society of Brilliance received our invitations and sent its best representatives. Omeluum. Blurg.” He nodded at each in turn; the hobgoblin’s name he remembered easily enough.

The illithid’s mind reached for his, the tendrils of thought very unlike Ban’s. He had to resist the urge to shy away, clenching his jaw. It had been more than a year since the tadpoles, after all.

Congratulations. The nuptials were wonderful. Omeluum scanned the ballroom; Astarion could not read anything on his expression. The tentacles lifted, hovering, a language he would never understand, nor did he want to.

“Thank you,” he said stiffly. Blurg stepped forward, pressing a tome into his hands. Before he could ask, Omeluum spoke.

The Society has heard about your… contract. Blurg and I thought you may wish to know more.

Astarion glanced at the cover. Infernal Pacts: A Guide. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Thank you again, but I do think my contract was completed most satisfactorily. That is enough for me.”

“What a lovely piece for our collection, regardless,” Ban offered, her voice conciliatory, taking the book gently. “Thank you, Omeluum. We greatly appreciate it. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll ensure this is properly stored.” As Ban headed off to place the book with their other gifts, Astarion shifted, a little awkward.

Blurg spoke up. “Are you a daywalker now, Astarion?” His hands hovered, as if he wished to poke and prod, no doubt curious about the Ascendant’s newfound powers. “I’m sure the society would love a chance to study-”

“Absolutely not.” It came out in a hiss; he cleared his throat. “I understand that my circumstances are unique, but I do not wish to be prodded and examined like some experiment.”

As Blurg mumbled an apology, he waved his hand. “None taken. I do hope you both enjoy the rest of the evening.” Astarion hurried off before Omeluum or Blurg could make some other inane comment that pushed his patience to the limit.

He settled onto his throne, eyeing Ban’s, which had been installed closely beside his. Surveying the ballroom gave him an odd sense of satisfaction, but also of melancholy. Here was everyone he’d ever cared about, however little, all under one roof. He wondered how many of them came for her more than him, but he brushed that aside. Her or him - it mattered little. They were one, and everyone had come from far and wide, for them.

He spied Ban bowing out of a conversation with Dame Aylin and Isobel, heading to the bedrooms for her final outfit change. He stood, quickly heading that way as well.

Astarion caught up to her right outside their bedroom door, playfully grabbing her wrist and tugging her to him. “Tut, tut. You left without telling me,” he chided.

“You were on the throne, leering at everyone. I figured you were having fun.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not as much fun as I’d have watching you undress.”

“Touché.”

It was quicker this time, each of them slipping out of their elaborate clothes without much fuss. He helped her with the buttons on the back of her dress, wordlessly undoing them, refraining - with some effort - from pressing himself against her backside. He could not, however, resist kissing his way down her bare skin.

She laughed, a soft, tinkling sound that made his heart soar. Her smile was radiant when she turned to face him. “A few hours more, and you can do everything you’ve been wanting to do to me.”

He nodded, a bit preoccupied with his thoughts. He felt her hand cup his cheek, bringing his gaze back to her. “Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing significant.” He gestured towards the party. “The Society seems overly curious about my… condition.”

“You are unique. I’m not surprised they’d want to at least ask a few questions.” She headed off to grab her next and final ensemble, a blood-red and black dress. His suit hung behind the door, red and gold to match. He unhooked it and began to tug it on, frowning.

“That much is true, I suppose. I merely dislike being looked at like…” he trailed off. Like he wasn’t a person, rather something to be poked at and prodded. He’d had more than enough of that in his life.

She looked to him, her hands stilling where they were pulling the dress up halfway on her body. “I know. I’m sorry. They… they don’t know.”

“A fair point.”

She approached him, turning in a silent request for him to tie up the lacing. As he did, he cleared his throat. “All this,” he began, “the people, the party… they would not be here if it were not for you.”

“Don’t think that.”

“Not thinking something does not make it untrue.” He turned her around. “They like me well enough - the snippy, prickly vampire lord, held on a leash by the hero of Baldur��s Gate.” He knew he sounded bitter, and didn’t care. While he was glad they no longer saw him as a monster, this was still a rather unpleasant truth to swallow.

“Astarion,” she turned to face him. “Our companions think more of you than just that.”

“They do, now. How about the rest?” He raised an eyebrow. When she didn’t answer, he placed a firm kiss on her lips.

“I am completely aware of what they see me as. What they think of me, of all this. Perhaps they also judge you too, or blame me for corrupting you,” he held up a hand to shush her as she tried to speak, “but the point is - they’re here for you.”

They spoke at the same time.

“It doesn’t matter what they think-”

“None of it matters-”

He laughed. “I suppose we agree on that, at least.”

She buried herself in his chest, and he planted an affectionate kiss at the top of her head, gently rocking her, settling his chin on the spot where his lips were just moments ago.

“I know none of it matters,” he repeated. “It… stings, at moments, but it isn’t anything new, or anything unexpected. I mentioned it to highlight one simple thing, however.”

“Which is?”

“You.” He lifted her face off his chest, fixing her with his gaze. “You, simply put. My wife.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “They see you. Your bravery and strength,” he paused, “your heart.”

“Which we both know to be neither kind nor nice.”

He snorted. “They don’t need to know that. Besides, people judge your merit by your deeds, not your thoughts.”

“Oddly wise, coming from you.” She nudged him. He turned her around again to finish tying up her dress.

“I am two centuries old, Ban. You pick up some things along the way.”

They waltzed amongst the crowd, the party in full swing now. They made a striking pair, both dressed in red. He lowered her for a dip he knew she’d have to have extra assistance with and he felt her falter; he quickly gripped her waist and straightened up, effortlessly taking her with him.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, and he stifled a laugh.

“Clumsy as ever, darling.”

She looked down. “These shoes are too high. You can’t even see them through the dress - I have no idea why I decided to wear these.”

“Well…” he squeezed her thigh through the layers of fabric. “They would show, if your husband decided to ruck up your skirt, perhaps as you sat in his lap on his throne…”

“Would you like that?” She pressed against his body; he swallowed down a wave of desire.

“Perhaps another night, when I’m not so…” he thought for a moment, biting his lip, “on edge.”

They moved across the dance floor effortlessly, thanks to his careful guidance. Astarion saw Halsin approaching from the corner of his eye.

“Astarion, Ban,” Halsin made a small bow. “May I have the honor of dancing with the bride for a song?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

Ban took Halsin’s hand and Astarion watched them for a moment before turning to find another partner. He spied Shadowheart and Lae’zel in the corner and decided on the safer option of the two. Shadowheart would be less likely to eviscerate him. Probably.

Ban held on to Halsin’s thick frame. The two of them were dancing as simple a waltz as they could, seeing as neither had any skill in it.

“I never found an opportunity to tell you, Ban, but I am glad things went well for you and Astarion,” he rumbled. She could smell a faint whiff of earth, and gazed up at him.

She shrugged. “Who knew, right? From the grove to here - and look at you in a suit!”

His laugh made people look at them. “A rare sight, indeed. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Or cursed. It honestly depends.”

Halsin’s smile remained, and he looked over to where Astarion was dancing with Shadowheart. She looked as well and noted that they made a fine pair, weaving through the crowd with far more grace than Ban could ever hope to achieve.

“Hm.” He looked back at her ruefully. “Fate is never predictable. Much like nature, we are simply subject to its whims, capricious and ever-changing as they are.”

She nodded in agreement. “I am glad… that you and Astarion seemed to have made amends, even before the wedding. I wasn’t privy to your conversation back in Reithwin, but I assume it went really well.”

“It was not too difficult, and it did go well. He was far more willing to listen than I expected him to be, judging from when I had met him last.”

“And considering what had happened between us,” she finished for him. “Which, well. It was a complicated mess. I knew he wouldn’t like it, but I did it anyway, to spite him. I had a wonderful time, but... I’m sorry for dragging you into it.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed. “It was a difficult time, and none of us were completely to blame.”

“You carry none of the blame, Halsin.”

He opened his mouth, as if to argue, but with a shake of her head he nodded. “Then I shall accept that.”

She searched for a change in topic, and cleared her throat. “I trust the children are in safe hands tonight?”

“They are. I shall leave tomorrow, to make sure they don’t miss me too much. I’ve already spent far too much time away from them to whittle your wedding present; I do not wish to be parted from them any longer.”

“Is it… in the same vein as the previous gift?” She could not help but ask.

Halsin chuckled. “Unfortunately, no. This one is to hopefully adorn your mantlepiece.”

As Halsin spoke, Ban noticed Astarion and Shadowheart moving towards them, likely to swap partners.

“Halsin.” Astarion smiled, “May I have my wife back, please?”

Ban scanned his features, looking to see if there was any lingering tension there, but he seemed to be perfectly sincere. She took her husband’s hand and Shadowheart took Halsin’s.

“You took him out for a spin,” Ban told her, “and did his skill justice better than I ever could. You’re both so graceful, it was beautiful to watch.”

Shadowheart arched her eyebrows. “Just a little more practice, that’s all.” She shot Astarion a wink, then was swept away in Halsin’s arms.

“What was that for?” Ban raised an eyebrow at Astarion.

He smirked. “Shadowheart had a gift, which she thinks you’ll find enjoyable.”

“Enjoyable?” She immediately felt a little suspicious. “What would that be?”

“And ruin the surprise? Tch.” He shook his head. “But considering what she and I saw back with that priest of Loviatar…”

Ban pursed her lips. “Fine.” But she deliberately slipped her hand lower, skating over the swell of Astarion’s ass. His eyes widened and he bared his fangs playfully.

“You’ll be thoroughly punished for that, you know?”

“Mhm. But not before I make a mess out of you first.” The response obviously caught him off guard; he blinked twice, his breath hitching as his pupils dilated. He recovered after a long moment, a smirk growing on his face.

“I’d like to see you try.”

As if he hadn’t almost come undone under her touch earlier tonight. She let it stand, however, closing her eyes as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. They swayed in silence, allowing the music to sweep across them. She felt his mind reach for hers; there was that soft, soothing sensation of his mind wrapping around hers. They danced.

Her feet, aching from the heeled shoe. His, snug in his usual wyrmhide loafers. The weight of her gown tugging on her every move, her scalp, pulled tight by her braids. She no longer felt it usually, but she did as Astarion took note of it.

His hand slipped off her waist, tugging a hairpin out. He tucked it in his pocket, tucked an errant strand behind her ear and then watched her curiously.

“You’re going to mess my hair up, if you take out more,” she warned.

A smile graced his features. “Perhaps that’s the idea.” He pulled out more, loosening her hair further. She was about to complain, then realized he was leading her to her throne.

“Sit.” His voice was firm, and she sighed, settling on the black throne. He knelt in front of her, hands slipping underneath the massive skirt of her gown.

She panicked, wondering if he was tipsy enough to actually do this with all the guests present. She gripped his wrist in alarm, but he shook his head at her. Ban prepared to protest yet again, when she felt his fingers unstrap her shoe and slip it off her tired foot. He pressed his thumbs on the arch, soothing it. The other shoe followed soon thereafter.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

She conceded then, allowed him to massage her feet until they no longer ached so much. He slowly put them down on the dais. As he leaned back, seemingly satisfied, she leaned forward and grabbed his face for a deep kiss. “Thank you. I have no doubt this will just make me look worse, but…” she shrugged.

He chuffed out a small laugh. “Whoever said I’m doing this for you? I might merely be preparing for tonight.” His thoughts, however, were filled with nothing but warmth. He stood up and offered her his hand.

She took it, tilting her head in confusion. Was he… she didn’t look proper, with her hair half undone and barefoot. As he pulled on her hand she held back.

I’m not properly dressed anymore.

He rounded on her, taking her other hand and tugging on both, a smile on his lips. “I don’t care, and neither will they, especially if they value their lives. You look absolutely radiant. Place your feet on mine,” he instructed, taking a step forward so she could do so.

She grew even more confused. “I’m not sure-”

The smile grew wider. “I’ve got you, darling. Haven’t you learned that by now?”

She nodded, carefully standing on his feet. He held her close in a snug grip, tucking her close to his body, and then he spun.

The pace was fast, faster than any of their dances today or any of their balls, faster than any amount of practice could achieve. She had tried her best to keep up with him during dance rehearsals, but she had never come close. Dexterity and finesse came naturally to Astarion, after all, and compared to him she felt like she had leaden feet. Let alone his vampiric speed. The pace of it almost took her breath away, the world blurring to just the rush of air across her face, the tight grip Astarion had on her body, and his breathing, soft against her ear, faster from exertion.

Her vision began to swim, and she locked her gaze on his eyes, the only thing that seemed to stay stationary. The world spun around them, the music and the chattering of the crowd loud, but none of it mattered. The exhaustion of the day finally felt like it was ebbing away, and she found herself shooting him a grin, to which he responded in kind.

“Finally a dance you can be proud of,” he teased, and she shook her head, admitting defeat.

She closed her eyes, melting into his grasp, resting her head on his chest. She heard a soft, contented hum and felt a quick press of lips to her temple, and for the first time today, she allowed herself to relax.

Bonus: All wedding outfits can be seen here

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your-nanas-house · 10 months ago

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Thanks to photography

◇ Pairing: Greg Nolan X model!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, grinding, game, blowjob, photos, bad writing

◇ Summary: Greg goes carried away during a photoshoot.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is for my dear @sissylittlefeather 🙇🏼‍♀️❤️

Y/n's action left Greg breathless again as she sat down on his lower tummy, her ass nearly brushing against his pelvis getting a reaction out of the man.

It was clear the way he looked at her... full of admiration and with a playful touch given by the tiny smirk glued to his handsome face.

A smile that caused Y/n's body to warm up, even if she wasn't such a shy person because of her job... it happened to her more than once to pose naked for photographers but it was the first time she felt something between them.

A chemistry and a tension that shouldn't have been touched.

"Anything else?" Her soft voice asked as her eyes roamed all over his body, stopping again at his face while she waited patiently... smirking slightly as soon as he replied.

Greg shook his head softly as his stunned self didn't allowed him to speak or register immediately what she was asking. Making him only stare at her to drink in every little part of what she was offering him.

It was perfect... the moment was perfect, her body as well. And the only thing that he wanted to change was the position that they were in. So with that he finally broke the silence with his low voice

"How about changing a little position?" He asked her as his thumbs rubbed soft circles on her hips, making her bite eagerly her lower lip and reply with a simple quick nod.

Greg looked Y/n in the eyes with a bit of hesitation as he gathered the courage he need to finally speak, hiding his arousal with a poker face

"How about you lay down on top of me?" He suggested casually as he played a bit with his camera, gulping as soon as the young woman lay slowly on top of him just like he craved.

The simple action instantly setting a fire inside of the photographer, his Adam's apple bobbing again, as he looked at her in that new position.

He could feel the way her body pressed down against his and it felt so damn good that he nearly stuttered out his words "Now can you pose and sway in your seductive moves, the way you did before?" He required.

Y/n started to slowly sway her hips back and forth just like she did when he asked her earlier to dance sensually for a couple of pictures he had to take.

It felt stupid as she did it, simply dancing without music or anything... just a camera pointed at her. But now it made her aroused, her hips were swaying the same way... this time leaded by the soft music of his heavy breaths.

He even had to swallow a moan since he found it extremely hard to take his eyes off her.

The way her body kept moving in each direction was very seductive and slow, and even if she wasn't doing anything extremely provocative it still looked very appealing to him... making his thoughts run wild.

Her body fitted very well on top of his, he thought as he allowed his hand to help her lower half press harder against his.

As Greg got lost in his lust just like his body which started to move on its own— meeting the soft sways with his own to create some kind of innocent friction his aching boner craved— Y/n's voice made him come back to reality.

"No photo?" She asked teasingly, not doing anything to stop his actions, enjoying herself every moment of it... opting to mock him lovingly since they should have taken care of the photoshoot instead of that.

Greg chuckled at her tone and slowly but gently whispered back his reply while controlling as best as he could his breath and groans

"I want to enjoy this moment a little bit more... I want to drink in your beauty before I take the next photos" the handsome man murmured against the skin of her cheek as he enjoyed every minute.

At the feeling of the little smile on her skin Y/n giggled back, her eyes fluttering shut as she met his thrusts less casually... her head nodding softly as she hummed back an answer

"You are the artist— I follow your wind" And with that she unlocked his racing thoughts again, making the man tilt his head up when he pressed harder his erection against her hips.

"Then you don't mind if I make another request, right?" Greg asked breathless, smiling at the teasing tone she used earlier while his hands traveled down to her waist to keep a hold on them. Pulling her in a little closer to him.

"Can you just sway those hips of yours a little bit faster? Maybe this time, it can be a little bit too provocative for the eyes to handle" he joked while doing a serious request, biting his plumpy bottom lip when she obeyed, taking the lead.

"Fuck— Bit faster, please" Greg cursed softly, taking a handful of her ass in a poor attempt to make her increase the speed of the grinding.

His heart raced, beating in his ears as his body began to sweat because of the feelings and actions.

"So damn good, Darling" the man added breathless, cursing softly as his back arched while Y/n's skilful and rough movements nearly leaded him to his peak.

"I start to think this isn't for the photoshoot anymore" the young woman joked, her heart racing at the view of him under her... her cheeks flushed due to the heat that had created between their bodies.

Greg knew that it was true but he was actually enjoying this moment as well... reaching his climax slowly as she kept swaying her hips in such a sublime way

"Yeah... It's not for the photos but still.. can you just sway those hips a little bit more?— Maybe you can do more than just swaying your hips" he whispered before biting hard on his bottom lip again, jolts of pleasure invading his body till she stopped abruptly, moving away from that lying position.

His light eyes fluttered open but quickly closed shut as a groan left his throat at the new sensation caused by her hands on his now bare cock.

When he agreed to that job he wasn't expecting to end in such a situation, being now deep throated by a beautiful and hot model that wasn't just good at her job but also at using her hands and mouth.

Her tongue swirled around his tip as her hands worked on his balls, switching after a while so that her hand was on his hard length... pumping it in a delicious pace while her lips wrapped around his testicle, sucking and licking softly.

Greg could feel his orgasm approach, just like her.. due to his loud groans and spasms of his body.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he cursed sweetly, his hand grabbed her head so that he could lead the tempo and fuck her face till he emptied his balls inside of her warm mouth.

Watching her swallow his seed before cleaning her mouth and reach for his camera to take a photo of him with an amused smile.

"Bet you would be an awesome model as well".

#greg nolan #greg nolan x reader #greg nolan x you #greg nolan x y/n #greg nolan fic #greg nolan fanfiction #elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley fandom #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x you #elvis presley fic #elvis presley x model!reader #live a little love a little

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llumimoon · 1 year ago

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TFW ur shitty dad decides to prank ur whole school to teach you to be more chaotic but instead you just realize how attached you've become to certain people. This is the EAH AU's version of Spring Unsprung!!

Gotta give credit where credit is due, @silverlistenstothings really helped out with this arc !!! So many good Hermie thoughts as always ough <333

We decided this happens like right before the Big Plot Shit happens in the AU and instead of being a festival it's Hermie's Birthday !!! The cursed riddlebook is a gift from Scam that Hermie gives to Scary instead bc he doesn't rlly care about it, which . turns out to be a very bad idea. The curse quickly spreads throughout the school reversing everyone's personalities and causing Normal to try and pretty much end the world.

This arc is Hermie and Taylor focused !!! :D Although it is really fun to think about the reverse teens running rampant NWVEGWHAAHA reverse norm is a little treat for me <3 but reverse Link is SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY . shoutout to this message from @happi-tree bc it's been burned into my memory and I cant stop laughing about it

When it comes to the curse we decided that bonds and skills stay the same but the personalities are inverted, which means reverse Scary being sooo attached and clingy to Hermie is just her personality changing the way she decides to communicate her affection for who she sees as her best friend. Its cute <3

Herm is SUPER on edge due to being incredibly irritated with his dad and feeling insecure about his friendship with Taylor, who's having a bit of a crisis on his own about his feeling about Link. Toss in their shared homesickness for Wonderland, a realm they can't go back to, and Taylor panicking over a gift his mom left him going missing, well it's not good for anyone. How are they gonna figure things out enough to save Ever After from destruction?

(EAH AU is by me, @rindomness & @kaseyskat !!)

Image Description is under the cut

[ID: Image 1: Normal smirking evilly with a hand up to his chin and the other on his hip. His eyes are a light purple and he's saying "Hey." To his right is Scary happily waving while smiling, her eyes similarly a light purple. She's saying "OMG hiiii Herm!! <3"

Image 2: Hermie with a stunned and mad expression on their face and trying to pout tea from a teapot into a teacup but missing the cup by a lot. Their cat ears are turned downward and tucked against their head while their tail behind them is stuck straight up with fur sticking out in all directions. They have a thought bubble that says "I'm gonna KILL my dad." there's text in the bottom left that has an arrow pointing off the canvas and is labeled "Scam giggling off screen."

Image 3: Link doing the fuck boy expression, his eyes half lidded and biting the corner of his lip with a pointed hand on his chin, with his other hand with the thumb tucked into the top of his belt. His eyes are similarly a light purple and he's looking at Taylor. There's text with an arrow pointing at Link that says, "turned into a shitty fuck boi liar because of the curse" To his right stands Taylor who has his arms by his side in a dinosaur like pose and a grossed out and devastated expression on his face. His bunny ears are sticking straight up. There's an arrow pointing to him that says "Fucking Appalled" in all caps.

Image 4: Scary smiling with her eyes closed and hugging Hermie with one of her legs posed upward behind her. Hermie is standing still with their eyes obscured due to the shine of their glasses with a neutral expression on their face and their cat ears turned downward and their tail puffed up and sticking up. To their right stands Taylor with both his hands up to clutch his face and his bunny ears pointed downward. Scary is saying "Haha yaaaay besties forever after!!" with flowers and hearts drawn around her. There is an arrow pointed at her labeled "still cursed". Hermie has a thought bubble that says "MY DAD IS A DICK." and an arrow pointed at them that's labeled "so touch starved". Under that is an arrow pointing at Taylor that is labeled "having a gay crisis" and he is surrounded by question marks. He has a large thought bubble that says "Why am I so jealous that Link is flirting with everybody ohmygod do I have a crush on my best friend forever after holy shit what"

Image 5: Normal looking down with an evil smirk and light purple eyes with his hand out to hold something. Hermie looks up with a frustrated expression on their face and their pupil's sharpened and is clutching Normal's arm as his hand holds Hermie's chin. Normal is saying "Shame you've decided to get in my way kitten, I really did like you. Well whatever. It's not going to matter in a moment, nothing is. You're too late." the word "nothing" is underlined for emphasis.

Image 6: A discord screenshot of 'willy KILLER MAIMER DESTROYER' saying "Link: babe you’re being so fucking silly but hey at least you’re also hot. Wanna kiss maybe. That’s gotta fix you or whatever

Taylor: ???????????????? OK ACTUALLY I FORGOT I WAS GETTING LUNCH WITH HERMIE GOTTA GO under his breath wtf wtf wtf"/end ID]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #cal draws #eah dndads au #normal oak #scary marlowe #hermie unworthy #lincoln li wilson #taylor swift dndads #THIS ARC IS SO VERY FUNNY TO ME IM NOT OVER IT LMAOOOOO #i could explain more but the post was getting too long #we've actually created a goofle doc timeline for the events that happen in the au #i gotta organize and add more to it but maybe we'll release that later to explain the plot LMAO #there's some writing going on behind the scenes that im eating upppp hehehehehehe #never recovering from reverse Link jusy being a fuck boi gaslighter it's ridiculously funny to me . Help.#also never recocering from normal calling eah au hermie kitten. points. gay .#Scam is the cheshire cat btw. thats the implication #lmk if i want me to explain all the reverse teens personalities btw . bc i will i thought abt them a lot #described

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asmutwriter · 1 year ago

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You Saved Me (Part 11)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After doing some job hunting you bump into your friend Dean but he's not traveling alone

WORD COUNT: 3597

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: demon Dean, swearing, single mum, knives, violence, choking (in a none sexy way), details of injuries, details of fighting, smut, choking (in a sexy way), dom Dean, sub reader, hitting, oral (f recieving), orgasm control, biting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), hair pulling, creampie,

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- Not been proof read

You put the various shopping bags into your boot. Cursing as one of the bags falls out. Spilling thevarious food items onto the car park floor. You kneel down. Cursing as you realise the bag has split. "Youve got to be fucking me". Resting your forehead into your hand as you try and regain your sanity back.

"Here" you hear a British voice say "let me help. They gave me an extra bag. You can use that one" you look up. Seeing a man with dark hair, facial hair, and light eyes holding out a plastic bag.

"Thank you" he opens the bag. Holding it out as you start placing your items into it. You see the bag he was holding. Filled with what looks like mainly beer. He must be having some party. "You're a life saver" you smile at him as he chuckles slightly

"Thats debatable but... thanks" you place the last items into the bag. He passes the bag to you. Taking it from him. STanding up as you place it into your boot. SHutting it down you turn to thank him again. He kneels down

"I think you dropped your ring" he picks it up. Flinching as it burns his skin slightly. You freeze slightly. Thumb going to the two rings still on your fingers. "SHit" he says. Looking at the ring then you. He stands up, pushing his shoulders back slightly as he watches you bend down. Grabbing the ring from the floor you place it into the bag. Based on the ring he touched you deduced hes possessed. You stand back up and look at him. His friendly demeanour has changed into a passive aggresive one. He goes to speak but you shake your head slightly

"I dont want any trouble" he watches you, his lips slightly apart as he analysises your behaviour. He knows that yiy know what he is. Yet he relises you show no sign of fear. You put your hands up in a slight defense pose. "Ive had a really shitty day and I just want to go back home and forget today happened" you put out your hand. Your left hand - the one without the rings on. "I promise. Thats all I want to do" he nods slightly. Taking your hand he shakes it. You smile slightly ar him "thank you again for the help" you drop his hand, going to the front seat of your car. Getting in you check the rear view mirror. The man you saw is now gone. You grip the steerig wgeek. Letting out the breath you didnt realise you were holding.

"What the fuck just happened...?" you mutter to yourself. Checking your backseat. Hitting the seats and double checking the footwells. "Youre fine. Im fine. Im fine" you say. You check your phone for the time. Perfect. Enough time to drop the shopping off at home then go job hunting before you have to pick your kids up from school. You start driving. STopping at the first pub you see. No luck. The next three cafes and two bars you get given the same response

"Sorry we arent hiring at the moment"

You pull up to the bed and breakfast. Desperate at this point. You go inside. Smiling at the person behind the desk "Hey there. Im looking for a job and I wondered if you had any availibilty?" she looks at you. Nodding slightly

"I will contact my boss and see if he has any places for you" she grabs a pen and paper "if you write down your details then we can contact you" she smiles at you as you write down yor name and number. You thank her. Turning around you and going to the car park. You unlock your car. Going to open it you see a familiar face. Smiling as you lock your car back up. Walking over to Dean as he opens the door to his room

"Well aint this a nice surprise" he turns to face you. Hand moving from the handle as he smiles, his eyes trailing down your body

"Wasnt expecting to see you here" he says as his eyes meet yours again "arent you a bit far from home?" you nod

"Its a long story"

"I have time if you want to come in for a bit?" you bite your bottom lip slightly before nodding. He smiles, opening the door for you. Letting you go in as he follows. Taking his flannel off, leaving him in just a shirt. You take off your coat. Placing it over the back of the plush airmchair. He grabs out two beets before he sits down on the edge of one of the beds. You go and sit on the bed opposite him. He offers you one of the beers. Taking it and taking a sip of it.

"God I needed this" he chuckles, drinking his drink as he rests his hands on his knees. Leaning forward as he looks at you

"What happened?"

"I got fired from my job. But no where is hiring so Ive had to come and look furhter out my comfort zone. It sucks but it is what it is. I need money and waiting is what Im good at" he nods, maintaining eye contact wih you

"SOmething else is bothering you"

"Yeah. Lydia has a cold, Anna has new baces so shes in pain all the time. My landlord is a dick and keeps being weird around me meaning I need to leave and find a new place to live" you break the eye contact "plus I did some shopping earlier and my bag broke which just really added onto my shitty day. Evrything just costs money that I dont have and its just stressing me out" he nods slightly. You place the beer to your lips, downing the rest of the drink. He chuckles slightly as you place the now empty bottle onto the bedside cabinet.

"I get why your so stressed" you nod. Rubbing your face before looking at him again, smiling softly before you shut your eyes slightly

"I'll be ok. I always am" he nods. You can feel his eyes on you. You open your eyes as you feel him move near you. Placing down his beer next to your empty one. He gently places a hand on your leg

"I can help relieve some of your stress, if you'd like?" a soft smirk on his face as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You nod slightly, watching as he stands up. He comes over to you, gently tracing your bottom lip with his thumb "do you trust me?"

"Yes. I trust you Dean" you whisper. No hesitation in your voce as he smiles at you. Your eyes fixed on his ashe gently pushes his thumb into your mouth. You wrap you lips around it. STicking your tongue out slightly as you suck on the digit. He lets out a soft grunt. Moving his hand down as he grips your jaw with his hand. Bending down as he kisses you. You grip his shirt near his stomach, feeling him push his tongue into your mouth. Letting out a soft whine as he tightens his grip onto your jaw.

You feel him moving his hand down to you throat. Pushing you down so you lay on the bed. Your legs over the edge. His lips still on your as your hands let go of his shirt. Gavvig his wrist as you feel him move his lips to your collar bone. You feel him move his leg between yours. Pushing his leg up, his thigh pushng against your core. You rut your hips slightly against him. A soft moan escaping your lips. A dark chuckle brushes air over your neck as he moves his face back up to yurs. A quick kiss to your lips makes you open your eyes. Half lidded as you meet his. Dark from lust a he smiles down at you.

He gently squeezes your throat. Causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Rutting your hips against his leg. Biting your lip as the friction of your jeans hits just the right spot. He titls his head slightly as he looks at you. Letting go of your throat as he stands up. Slowly undoing your jeans and pulling them down the lenght of your legs. He kisses the insides of your thighs. "Please..." you whisper. He comes back up, kissing you as you feel his figertips dance over your bare legs.

"Are you still on the pill, Rose?" you nod slightly. Feeling his fingers trace around the top of your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. Dragging his fingers over your cunt. Causing you to gasp out slightly as his finger finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles onto it. "Cum without my permisiion and there will be consequences, understood?" You shut your eyes. Feeling him moving beside you, only focusing on his fingers. You gasp out as you feel him hit your senstive pussy. "Understood?"

You meet his eyes. Nodding as you watch him kneel down. "I understand". He smiles. Pushing your pussy apart as his tongue finds you clit as easily as his fingers had. "Holy fuck" you moan out. Hands going to his head as you hold him close to your core. Gripping his hair as you feel him push two fingers into you. Gridning your hips against his tongue and fingers. Getting closer and closer to your high. "Dean. Please" you groan. He hums in repsonse, causing virbations to go through your core. "Shit. Go-gonna cum... Please... wanna cum..." he hums again. You can feel a soft smile on his face as you rut your hips more aggresivly. His free hand coming round and resting on between your pubic area and your belly button. Pushing down hard onto it.

"Dean!" you cry out "Please" gripping his hair tightly as you try your best not to orgasm. With every flick of his tongue, curl of his finger, it get more diffuclt. You feel him move away slightly. Uttering three simple words

"Cum for me". With that you let go. Your legs clamping around his head as you pull him close to you. Truly unholy sounds coming out from your lips as you feel yourself letting go. You let go of the grip you have on his hair. Unclamping your leg. Eyes flutering open as you feel him pushing your shirt up as he kisses over your stomach. Eventually pushing it over your breasts. Biting at the flesh exposed by your bra. Kissing your neck before he pulls your tip over your head.

Hands going over your boobs before trailing around your torso. You arch your back, allowing him better access to unhook your bra. He tosses your clothes onto the floor. Leaving you completely naked in front of him. His hand goes to your cheek as he kisses you. Yur brow furrows slightly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands going to the back of his hair, gripping it as he leans over you. Kissing you deeply as he wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you up as he pushes himself off of the bed. You place your feet onto the floor. Moving away from his lips as he pulls away. Pulling his shirtr over his head. You bite your bottom lip as you trace your nails down his chest and stomach. Causing him to give you a devilish smile as he watches you.

You trace your hands over his biceps as he undoes his belt. Keeping eye contact as he removes his lower halfs. Hearing them drop ont the floor you lean forward. Kissing him gently as you place your hands on the side of his face. His hands go to your hips. Pulling away from the kiss he turns you around. Kissing your neck before pushing between your shoulder blade. Making you bend over, hands resting onto the bed. His hands grip at your ass, kicking your feet apart slightly so he can see you better. On full display for him. You feel a prodding at your entrance. Feeling him push himself fully into you.

"Fuck" he mutters. Your mouth a silent O as he stretches you out. He doesnt leave you much time to adjust before hes starting thrusting in and out. You grip the bed sheets, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as he grinds his hips against yours. He places a hand on your lower back. Allowing him to go faster and deeper. You hide your face into the bed. Muffling the noises you make. You feel his grab you hair. Pulling you by the roots upwards. Your back against his torso as he slows his thrusts slghtly "let me hear all those pretty noises" you shut your eyes tightly as he harshly thrusts. Moving the hand that was on your lower back down to find your clit. Rubbing onto it a he speeds up his thrusts again.

"Dean oh god"you moan out. "Wanna cum"

"Not until I say so" he almost growls into your ear. You keep your eyes shut, resting your head into his shoulder as you focus. Feeling him but trying not to cum.

"Please Dean..." you mumble "please" he kisses your neck

"Soon..." he mutters in repsonse. Picking up his pace. He moves his hand from your hair to your throat. Gently squeezing it. Your hands grip at him. On going to each of his hands. Gripping his wrists tightly as you feel his hips starting to lose their rythm. You let out a long whine as it gets harder to old back your orgasm. He grunts, nipping at your shoulder before whispering to you "cum beautiful"

With those words you let go. A truly sinful moan leaving your lips as you collapse against his body. You faintly register his grunts happening before feeling him stilling his hips. His seed filling you up. You moan out at the feeling. Moving your hand from his wrist up to his head. You turn your head. Planting a kiss to his lups as you grip his hair. The grip on your throat tightening slightly. The both of you heavily breathing as you come down from your highs.

"I think thats the best fuck Ive had in a long time" he chuckles at your statement. Dropping his hand from your throat

"Cant argue with that" he smiles. You feel him pull out of you. You push your legs toegther instinctiyl as you feel your mixed juices start to come out of you. He chuckles slight.y Going into the bathroom he grabs out a towel. Handing it to you, you use it to clean yourself up. Chucking it back into the bathroom. Putting your bra and pants back on as Dean puts on his pants and jeans. Just as the door opens. You grab your shirt, placing it onto yourself you turn. Freezing slughtly as you see the man from the car park.

"WHy do you never learn to knock?" Dean says

"Its a shared room. There are ways to show if youre using it" the british mans looks at you, smiling slightly "Pleased to meet your aquaintance again. I never did get a name"

"Rose. My name is Rose" you murmer "Hey Dean can I have a chat with you? Please?" he looks at you, then at his friend.

"I'll wait outside" they exchange a look. One you dont quite understand. As soon as the door shuts you turn to face Dean

"I know this is going to sound insane but you need to trust me with this" he nods. Going over to his bag he starts shuffling around it "Ok so your friend out there"

"Crowley"

"Yeah whatever his name is. Hes a demon. I met him earlier and he touched my ring and I left him to it because I had a really shitty day and I couldnt be bthered to deal with-"

"Kat. Breath" you stop. Taking in a breath. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. Watchng as youre chest rises and falls deeply as you calm your nerves. Turning back once youd regained your breath

"I didnt want to deal with demons at the time. So I left him. And he left me. But I feel like I should tell you this as Im worried he might do something to you"

"I'll be ok" he turns to face you.

"I know you will be but I thought I should tell you so that you can be prepared for when he turns dark eyes on you" he chuckles slightly. Holding up the item in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?" you look, shaking your head slightly. SOme sort of bone looking item. Teeth on it still and everything

"No" he takes a step towards you, both your eyes on the item as he holds it up.

"This is the first blade" eyes looking at you as he continues to step closer t you. You step backwards insticntivly. Eyes now on him as he smiles. Not his usual cocky smile. This one is a lot more sinister. "Its a powerful weapon. Destroys all living things so long as the user has the mark of cain"

"Thanks for that brief history lesson" you say. Sarcasm on your voice as you try and hide the fear you feel flodding over your body. Determined to stand your ground as he now stands infront of you. Your brain going frantic over what might be happening. Not a shifter. Or ghost possession. They wouldve reacted to your rings. You run your thumb over your fingers. Only two rings. Your blessed one still sitting at the bottom of your shopping bag. He places it onto your cheek bone. Smiling as you shake slightly from fear. Eyes on his as he darts his tongue out accross his teeth "Dean. Please fight this. Kick the fucker out" he chuckles. A low, dark chuckle.

"This is all me sweetheart" he trails his knife down your face. You grab his wrist. Pushing the blade away from you as you pish against his chest. Moving him away from you as you make a bolt for the door. You get it slightly open. Just about to get out you see a plam close it shut. SLamming the door. The hand that was on the door now grabbing your throat. Bringing you close to him as he drags you away from your only exit. Your hands grab at his tightening fist. Just as hes about to choke you out he drops you. Throwing you slightly down as you take in deep breaths. Hands coming up to your throat as you choke for air, moving backwards as you stay sat on the floor. Your back hitting the end of the bed frame

"Come on. Wheres that fight in you?" you shake your head. Him towering over you as you look up at him

"I dont want to hurt you Dean" he laughs as he comes closer. You try and go further into the bed.

"Thats a shame. Because I have no problem with hurting you" you go to kick him. He grabs your ankle. Pulling yu down so your safety of the bed behind is taken away. The sudden change forcing you to lose balance and lie on your back. You dont have time to react as he drags the blade over the length of your thgih. You cry out, hands coming up to cover over your chest as he kneels down. Straddling over your waist.

"Please Dean. Please stop. I-" you stammer before you can finish your words. He smiles slightly

"Go on. Say it" he smiles a truly wicked smile as those words mock you. Taunt you. You feel your bottom lip tremble slightly as you say those three little words.

"I love you..." you whsiper out. Your eyes darint between his. Hoping to see some sort of humanity appear behind him. SOm sort of mercy. But there is no emotion. No sign of affection towards you. Instead you are met with an almost feral look. The smile still adorning his face

"I think its funny that you think that will stop me from killing you" he says in an almost sing song. "If anything that'll make this more fun" he grabs your hands. Pinning them above your head as you try and wriggle out from under him. Feeling him use the edge of the knife to lift your shirt up slightly. Cutting your stomach just below your belly button. You scream out, trying to move your hands away from his grip. He goes to cut you slightly higher up when theres a knock at the door.

"Help me!" you scream out. His hand with the blade in coming up to cover your mouth. He leans down close to you. SHushing you as he meets your eyes. Only mere inches away from your face as he smiles.

"I wish we had longer" he moves his hand from your mouth. Gently tracing the blade down you throat until it rests in the centre of your stomach "But that was my cue to hurry this along" he pushes the blade into your belly. Pain filling your body as you feel him remove the weapon. Bringing it up slightly you feel him piercing it through your chest. Causing you to cry out again before the world turns to black.

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ikeromantic · 11 months ago

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Hello. For the New Year's asks may I request Sariel and horseback and gingerbread? Thx

Oooh this one was a little hard! I hadn't considered pairing Sariel with those options, but I had a good time coming up with a scene ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1300 words of our favorite devilish councillor! IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel grinned at the awkward way Emma sat in front of him on the horse. “No one is going to believe you were gentle-born with that kind of seat,” he admonished.

“There’s literally no one out here.” She gripped the saddle horn tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her on the mount, and not Sariel’s arm around her waist.

“You can never be sure who might be watching.” He snugged her back against him, hoping to reassure her that she was in no danger of falling off.

Emma glanced at him over her shoulder. “You’re right. As usual.” She sighed. “So how would I make this look more . . . normal?”

“First, sit up and let go of the saddle horn.” Sariel nudged her arms. “No high born lady would lean forward like that unless she was racing. And that is a wholly different sort of saddle.”

“But . . .” Her expression was conflicted. She wanted to trust him, but riding along at a fast clip made her nervous.

He eased their speed a little to make her less anxious. The last thing he wanted was to upset his lovely fiancée.

She gave him a grateful smile and then carefully let go of the saddle horn. “Oh, oh my - Sariel! I feel like I’m going to slide off!”

“You aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” He stroked her side with his thumb, to remind her he had a hold of her and wasn’t letting go. “Now sit straight. Not too stiffly. But, yes, like that.”

Emma sat up, tense at first but she found a more relaxed pose as he spoke. “A-alright. Now what?”

“Lean back.”

“Lean - Sariel, that doesn’t sound right either.” She eyed him suspiciously.

“It’s perfectly proper when riding with your betrothed. Besides, no one is watching.” He smiled the secret, sweet smile he kept just for her. It was still a devil’s grin, but full of love and unexpected joy.

“But you said - you said -” She huffed, her expression going from surprise to outrage. Then she began to giggle. “You are really ridiculous. You could have just told me you wanted to snuggle.”

Sariel felt warmth blossom in his chest as she relaxed fully against him. The press of her body, even through their clothes, sent a thrill through him. He still didn’t understand how a devil like himself became the object of affection and love from such a woman. There was truly no justice in the world. But so long as he benefited from this particular injustice, he planned to enjoy it.

Emma turned her head and kissed him on his jaw. “So, my love, where are we headed? You were very mysterious about it when we left the palace.”

“I needed to make sure we weren’t overheard. Or followed.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a special mission? Are we going to be gathering secret information? Meeting with spies? Fighting rebels?”

Sariel chuckled. “Your imagination is running away with you.” He leaned his head closer and nipped her ear, then kissed the same spot.

She gave a surprised gasp, and then a pleased murmur. “Well . . . if you don’t want me to escape with my imagination, you better tell me where we’re going.”

Her breath tickled across his throat and brought a heat to his cheeks that he hoped she wouldn’t see. “Trying to blackmail the devil? That’s a dangerous game.”

“Well, if you prefer I can resort to torture instead?” She nipped at his throat and he could feel the scrape of her sharp teeth beneath those sinfully soft lips.

“It seems I’ve trained you too well.” Sariel gave her a wide smile, his eyes alight with desire. “If you keep that up, we’ll be late.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “How does me biting you make the horse slower?”

“Because I happen to be the one with the reins. And when you do that, I am sorely tempted to stop, lift you off this horse, and make love to you wherever we happen to be. But you deserve so much better than mud beneath your perfect bottom.”

“Pffft,” she grinned. “Who says I’d be the one on the bottom?”

Sariel felt a flash of heat at the wickedness in her eyes. “I suppose you could opt for grass stains on your stockings . . .”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “You wouldn’t be a gentleman and set your coat down for me?”

“I’d be a gentleman and buy you new stockings.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. His hand slipped up her side to caress the swell of her breast. Sariel felt her reaction more than heard it. The sharp intake of breath, the slight arch in her back to push herself more fully into his hand.

He rested the reins on the saddlehorn, certain his well trained mare would continue on even without his direction. The horse knew where they were going even if Emma did not. Then he slid his free hand up her leg, pushing her skirt out of his way.

“S-sariel! What are you doing? The - the horse -”

“Is going the right way.” He made it past her stocking and found the silky skin of her thighs. “I’ve always wondered about those books where the hero makes love to his maiden on horseback. Perhaps we can see how life resembles art?”

She gasped as his hand went higher still, teasing along the edge of her panties. “I - I don’t think - that is, it doesn’t seem very practic-ahhh!” Emma shivered with delight as his fingers danced over the taut fabric beneath her skirt.

“Hm. You’re likely right. Not practical. But entertaining.” He lifted her just a little so that she no longer sat on the saddle, but atop his thighs. “I think this would work better. And there’s a natural rhythm to riding. Only, you’d be riding me . . .”

This had the desired effect of both sending a tremor of excitement through her that he could feel, and bringing heat to her face. She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious.

Sariel grinned. “Alas, we’ll have to save our experiment for a longer ride. We’re here, my dear.”

Emma gave him a wanton look, somewhere between relief and frustration. “You are such a tease!”

“Don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it as an . . . apertif. Something to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” He eased her back onto the saddle and dismounted. Then he held his hand out to help her down.

“Where are we even? And what’s to come?” She looked around, curious. The cottage was nothing impressive on its own. Small and well kept. An old hideout, now turned to more . . . romantic purposes. The advantage of this place was the view. From here, it was possible to see the whole of Rhodolite’s capital spread out below.

Emma’s eyes widened as she noticed the incredible vista, and she practically dragged him to the edge of the clearing. “Look! Sariel!” Then she whirled to hug him. “Is this why you brought me?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, savoring the intimacy of this rare private moment. “That’s part of it. Mostly, I just wanted you to myself for a little while.” Sariel turned her about in his arms so that she could see the view while leaned against him.

Before she could say more, fireworks began to shoot up into the sky above the city. From this distance, they looked like little colorful bursts of sparkling light, only a little closer than the stars. He’d wanted to share this with her. A sight he’d only ever seen alone, and he’d been too busy scheming to enjoy it. But tonight, with her in his arms, it felt strange and lovely. Something new in the wrappings of something old.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri sariel #sariel noir #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #slightly spicy

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witchofthesouls · 2 years ago

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Do you know of the Ancient Greek courtesan who was on trial but was pardoned because she flashed the court her breasts and said some Mr hint along the lines of “it would be a crime to destroy these perfect creations.”

You cannot tell me that this doesn’t have LL Giant ! Liaison shenanigans written all over it!

(Thank you, anon, for that joy. Humans be humans, even thousands of years ago. For anyone else's interest, it's Phryne the Thespian. Her beauty was so famed that she is credited to inspire many influential works, such as Praxiteles' Aphrodite of Cnidus and Apelles' Aphrodite Anadyomene. In that trial, she was acquitted when her breasts were exposed. It was argued her great beauty was shaped by the Gods, so it would be blasphemous to kill or imprison their work.)

You're jogging after Ultra Magnus' back. Despite your increased size, that mech is still massive with long legs that ate the ground with each quick step.

He quickly gets you inside the captain's office and immediately locks it down. Rodimus is at his desk, datapads all over the place, even on the floor, and he brightens up at visitors, hands stopping from carving deeper into the desk.

Ultra Magnus' clears his intake in a very pointed manner, chin darting to a specific point in the room.

"Roddy, what the fuck!?"

Over the fish tank, there's a new portrait. Back home, it wouldn't be too risque. Something on the scale of sexy pin-up on a magazine cover in the grocery store, but you've been around Cybertronians long enough that it's considered hedonistic.

It's set inside of a car alt-mode with the obvious Autobot insignia on the steering wheel and sprawled across the front bench seat is the focal point.

From their standards, there's an obscene amount of fabric, a rich Autobot-red, pooling beneath bare legs and caressing the plush leather. The legs are bent and thrown across the dashboard and seat, and sharp high-heels bite into the leather, showcasing pressure and leverage as the other is resting through the wheel. The artist is familiar enough with the concept of nail polish since the same vivid red is painted across toes and fingernails.

The top of the garment is being loosened with one hand pulling it to the side, flashing and teasing with more bare flesh covered with lace, ribbons hanging loose. A gloved hand is about to pull off the tactical mask. A slow, sensual tease of contradiction. Vulnerable and willingly taking off the only protective piece.

Even with the obscured face, it isn't hard to figure out it's you.

You are, quite literally, the only human on board the spaceship, and the fucking subject is a human with your damn heels you used in one of the modeling classes.

"You like?" Rodimus' spoiler bounces excitedly. "Sunstreaker said I'm getting better with movement, and it's my best work yet!"

"There's more," you and Ultra Magnus' words overlap with different tones: curious disbelief and resigned trepidation.

Of course, Rodimus pulls out a datapad from the bottom, the stack wobbling dubiously before settling, and rushes over to show off his progress.

"Rodimus," Ultra Magnus sighs. "this is against the Autobot Code: Article-"

"Wait!" You interrupt, stalling from flipping through more sketches of your poses and his random exercises. "There's rules about that?"

"Yes," the ever-serious Duly Appointed Enforcer spoke.

"Yeah, but Article 369 is about commercialized pieces, Mags." Rodimus crows, pointing at his work with a thumb. "And that beauty is done by my own servos."

You and Ultra Magnus shared a moment that Roddy could look up official doctrines, and the taller mech deeply sighs. "No. It violates the article 343 on the conduct of offices. As well as Article 34 for the violation of improper licensing on artistic production."

You're seeing the loophole that a "scandalous" piece can be placed in a private setting that isn't for public view, but you're not saying anything about that.

#ask #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #ultra magnus #rodimus prime #rodimus #reader insert #cybertronian culture #culture clash #art modeling #tf headcanons #my writing #Roddy is ridiculously proud of that piece

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babysharkdanganedition · 6 months ago

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Things I noticed in Mesmerizer Music Video!

Hi guys! This is the first time I've done this, and if I missed something, let me know!

[MV]

The thumbnail LITERALLY looks like a SOS signal, with Miku and Teto being the two S and the 13-point star being the O. The star is called a tridecagram, and they represent immortality.

At the start, notice the confetti, Miku's poses, and their pupils. The confetti is a reasonable amount, Miku's poses are the same as Teto's, and their pupils are stars.

At first, Miku seemed to be talking about.. well, something, but that "something" is making her sad, and Teto appears, talking about an "Ultimate Escape". It could mean drugs, anti-depressants or lobotomies. And they are also themed as though they are workers in a diner from somewhere in the 90's (I got that from Pinkie Pie).

In the next scene, Teto appears to be doing a thumbs-up while Miku holds her hands together. Teto is actually doing the ASL (American Sign Language) of "help me".

In the next scene, the name of the song, Mesmerizer, is spelled. Miku doesn't blink (or maybe she did, I just missed it), while Teto blinks SOS in Morse code ( ... --- ...). Also, is it just me or Teto sounds like she's saying "Saaaaave me"? Just me? Ok.

Next scene isss: Quiz Time! At this point in the MV, Miku and Teto's pupils are now just.. normal pupils. Now, notice how the start of every word in Quiz time spell H-E-L-P (H is for Hat, E is for Eraser, L is for Lemon, and P is for phosphoribosylaminoimidazole succinyl carboxamide, which is used for hypnosis? I think). The fourth letter of every word also spells out SOS. Teto also used another sign language of "help".

Hypnosis scene! In this scene, Miku swings her head along with the camera. It looked like someone is swinging a pendulum in front of Miku, and normally in cartoon shows this is how they hypnotize someone. Miku also resisted for a short time (just a day), and we could see that from the background.

Teto, however, resisted (For about 11 days?), and unlike Miku, she didn't swing her head along with the camera. I feel like she knows what the person hypnotizing her was doing, as she's resisting as much as she can. She even squints her eyes and the music getting a bit blurred out means that she is trying to shut everything out to focus on not being hypnotized.

Green screen: The next scene shows Miku and Teto in front of a green screen, Miku looking confused and Teto is.. shocked? Concerned? Confused? I'm not sure, but she's feeling uneasy, that's for sure.

Next dancing scene: Their pupils are just normal now, and Teto looks uneasy. Miku's poses suddenly change into difficult angles, like she's being controlled by a puppeteer. In Teto's turn, during her dance she keeps staring at Miku, as though she also saw Miku's poses change and thought "Oh shit she's hypnotized and I'm next".

The background starts getting darker, and Miku finally goes cuckoo. It also shows Japanese (?) characters, and apparently it says "hypnosis". In that split second, Teto looks like she is about to faint (I'm joking but seriously though) and Miku is about to bite my head off. Jk.

Last dancing scene: The confetti is now excessive, Teto stops bopping herself to beat for a moment, and the tridecagram now looks like a hypnosis type of.. shit. I don't know what it's called, but it's for hypnosis. Miku now goes crazy (and paler), while Teto's eyes go blank, and she's "oh oH OH SHIT I'M NEXT-" .. no real basis for that, but I can feel it from behind the scenes.

Miku also starts doing uncomfortable angles, and doesn't stop when it's Teto's turn, or when the dancing scene is over. She is also off-beat and is dancing faster than Teto. Another thing, people usually have their eyes wide and tongue when they hang themselves. I think the background means to tell us that they did this for several days, and they sky is getting cloudier. Some people uses this as a metaphor, like... when you say your sky is clear, you're happy, your mind isn't full of worrying. When you say it's getting cloudy, your mind is fogging, you tend to worry a lot, and you just get sadder. Or it's only me who uses that as that way.

Ok guys last scene!! The confetti is too much, Miku is.. creepy, and Teto looks super.. discomposed? But she's getting edgy, basically. Miku is now back to bopping to the beat, and at the very end, Teto also gets hypnotized (NOOO TETO WENT TO THE DARK SIDE 😭😭😭).

Overall: This song is about hypnotism and escapism, but in the modern times, I think this song could be associated with drugs. Yes that's right. Drugs. I feel like reality is too much for Miku at this point, and she's just pretending everything's fine (relatable), and Teto introduces the "Ultimate Escape"; drugs (or alchohol, it can work with either). Long story short, Miku takes WAYYY too much drugs/alchohol and gets addicted to them, much to Teto's concern, but later on she also gives up and gets addicted as well.

(Off-topic, but this is the Danganronpa side of me speaking, and I legit imagined an MV of Mesmerizer, but instead it's Junko and Mukuro 😀 and instead of a drug, they get addicted to despair. Or maybe pre-game Tsumugi and Pre-game Rantaro as well?)

#mesmerizer #kasane teto #hatsune miku #theory #haha what is this #i got bored #tf do i tag this as #Danganronpa mentioned?!?!#Spotify

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unbindingkerberos · 1 year ago

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Companion

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Warning(s): Animal death at the end

Tag(s): @scentedcandleibex @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth

The Pitbull pup whines in his arms.

She looks so beautiful with that gray and white coloration. He traces the outline of the small white heart-shaped mark on her forehead. The pup moves her head and sniffs the tip of his thumb. A smile spreads on his face.

The door closes and his sister warily approaches him. "You need to hide her. Now." His face drops completely and he puts the pup on the laundry basket, adding some clothes on top. Before he could ask her what's going on, they both freeze on the sound of large heavy steps making their way to the stairs.

He hides behind his sister whose hand has connected with his.

The door swings open.

"Oi Lt. Didn't know ya were a dog person."

A mastiff had been following them for some time now-- or rather specifically had been following Simon. The dog looks up to the skull clad man, tongue lolling out. Despite numerous attempts to shoo it away, the dog would always return. The Ghost had himself a Shadow. The man in question groans, trying his best not to trip over as the mastiff was practically all over him.

"Have you fed him somethin' or what?" There is an amused and teasing expression in the Scot's face. "I don't know. The mutt started tailing me-- stop that." Simon gently pushes the mastiff's muzzle away from his arm. The mastiff whines and lays its form on top of Simon's foot. Soap snickers to himself as they carry on to their destination.

"Can't believe Lt's a fooking princess now." Simon groans as he withdraws his feet from the dog's laying form and follows John from behind. "You stop it now."

They had received an anonymous tip from an unknown source that details an auction involving arms dealers from various countries and automated rocket launchers. Now this was enough to get Price and Laswell's attention but both stressed out that this could be a trap and urged John and Simon to be on their guards.

The villa comes into view. Cars are lined outside and multiple armed men are scattered throughout the area. The plan was to pose as potential buyers and--if all went according to plan-- would extract the cargo as soon as possible.

But the moment they step foot, the guards scramble to their positions.

"That's them-- OPEN FIRE!"

In an instant, a barrage of bullets rained down upon John and Simon who took cover behind a wall. "How the fook were they expecting us?!" John grunts, returning fire at the enemy. Simon does the same, taking out a few men in the process. "We've been screwed over, Johnny!" John groans angrily, his bullets taking out three men. "Well thats just fookin wonderful now, innit?!"

His comms crackles alive.

"Bravo 0-6, this is Bravo 0-7."

"Come in Bravo-07."

"We've been compromised. Our cover's blown, sir!"

Price curses in the background. "Do you have a visual on the cargo?" The shootout intensifies and bullets clatter to the floor. "Negative, sir!"

The Captain's voice glitches and the radio goes silent. "Captain?" No response. This was a really shitty situation they were in. Outnumber and outgunned, relying on a fucking wall to keep them bulletless was just great and that they had no other way of communicating with the Captain. When he finds the bastard that ratted them out, Simon will make em wish they never did so.

A bark draws their attention to the left. The same mastiff is there on the other side of the wall, completely unfazed by the ongoing chaos. "Oi, git!" John motions for the mastiff to run off. The mastiff tilts its head before sitting comfortably. "If you want that mutt not have a bullet lodge between 'is eyes, then I suggest you make it quick, Johnny!" Simon chimes in. Hearing this, John grits his teeth and his motions now desperate and fast. When the dog stands and begins walking away John sighs on the inside.

That was until the mastiff took a turn and came running towards the danger, biting one of the men in the crotch. The man screams and instinctively fires his gun in all directions. A couple of stray bullets find themselves hitting some poor unfortunate blokes.

"Well that just happened." Simon muses to himself.

Using the enemy's confusion to their advantage, John and Simon advance. A masked man notices them and shifts his gun to Simon's head. He was a bit slow on his reaction when a knife is lodged to his chest and he drops to the ground. The mastiff was quick to help. Pinning down a couple of blokes letting John and Simon finish them off. Silence soon befalls on them. The mastiff happily pads to Simon with an arm in his jaws, dropping it some meters away his feet.

"Good boy."

The mastiff sits in contempt, barking. John crouches down and showers the canine with pets. "You were bloody amazing, boy!" Something catches Simon's eye and he realises that the mastiff had a bulletproof vest strapped on. "Check if he has a name tag or somethin'." John palms the vest and shakes his head. "Nothing Lt."

Simon narrows his eyes. There was more to their little friend than meets the eye. Suddenly, the mastiff stands and runs off towards the villa, following behind were him and John. Perhaps this night of questions will end with answers. Or maybe even meet with the mutt's owner.

The villa is awfully quiet and the mastiff is nowhere to be seen. They scan the interior and find that the villa completely empty until they come across an elevator with a single button going down. Simon and John glance with one another.

"Ladies first."

The trip down was tense. Both men ready themselves in case they recieve another bouquet of bullets for the housewarming party. The elevator pings open and they step out. "Fuck, I can't see nothin'." John whispers. The elevator doors shut and sooner than later the darkness engulfs them.

Suddenly the lights flash on and they are greeted with a sight. They found the arms dealers: bound to their chairs with bloodied plastic bags over their heads circling one of the missile launchers. "What the fuck?" Simon watches John approach one of the bodies and check for a pulse.

"Whats your verdict, doc?"

"Dead as ice."

How have the men outside not know the fates of their employers? Were they simply told to stay outside and used them as bait to hold em off? That simple? "I think me head's startin' to spin for how confusin' this shit is." John gives a look at Simon. "Watcha think happen 'ere, Lt?" Simon shakes his head. "Not a clue, Johnny." He sighs, eyes landing on each body. "Not a clue."

Jumbled and glitched words fill their ears. "Cap'n is that you?!" John presses the comms closer.

"Soap you there?" Price sighs. "What the fuck happened back there? Are you lot alright?"

"We are," Simon joins, "we got sum good and bad news.."

"Spill."

"We found one of the missile launchers, sir." Simon replies. "The bad news?" Simon looks over to John who fills the rest in: "Well that's the problem, Cap'n." Both find themselves staring at the looming and menacing weapon. "We found one of the missile launchers."

He lets the tears fall down his cheeks then unto the limp body of the pup.

She was just. She just…. Just.

"Its okay, Henry…" His sister lets his head rest on her chest, shushing him quietly. She takes the body off his hands into the stained carpet. "She was a good dog, Henry.." She rocks him back and forth. "She's done her job well."

He moves a bit and glimpses at the body.

Trying to protect me.

#cod mw babel #cod mw oc #cod babel

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comatosebunny09 · 2 months ago

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risky | sylus

warning(s): cheating, p-in-v, female anatomy described, cunnilingus, hurt feelings, mutual pining, emotional sex, profanity, praise, not proofread, sylus is ooc & 🐱 drunk notes: i'm stuck on the dancer au, so here you go. i'm sorry, i'm not sorry. thank you for reading! ❤️❤️❤️ music inspo: die with a smile - lady gaga & bruno mars

“This is wrong,” you pant.

Yet you make no effort to fend him off as he hefts you onto your kitchen counter. How easily he slots himself between your thighs, tugging you closer by the crooks of your knees, and he siphons your breath with a kiss that leaves you reeling.

Breaking the seal of your mouths, he drags his lips down your chin, the side of your jaw. Open-mouthed, teeth scraping, nipping, claiming.

“I know.”

You don’t pose a fight when his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, and he tugs it overhead, discarding it somewhere on your tiled floor. His mouth is on you in an instant once more, drawing pathetic little whimpers from betwixt your lips.

Your hands roost on his shoulders. You’re angling your head back, eyes shuttered, lips parted. Bowing into him, the hard press of his body grazing along the pucker of your nipples.

You don’t know if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. You want him to stop, but you don’t in the same breath. This game of push and pull is dizzying, much like the heat he exudes and the reverent glide of his hands along your skin.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” pinched from your lungs when his teeth acquaint themselves with your neck.

“I know.”

Your fingers find his hair. You comb through riotous locks of white, your mind a muddled mess, trained only to sensations and the sounds of his labored breaths intermingling with yours.

“It’ll destroy her if she finds out,” you say.

As if you both don’t know what’s at stake. The repercussions of being together like this when all he’d wanted to do was return your shoes to you.

Sylus halts his assault on your throat. He draws back slightly, eyes lidded, irises smoldering like the sunset against the ocean line. His mouth hangs open as he pants, brows furrowed. He looks something like a spoiled child, and you bite back an impulse to snicker at how adorable he is in this moment.

He presses your foreheads together, gazing down at your lips. Fights an internal battle of his own as you knead his scalp, his thumbs easing over the crease of your thighs.

“I know.” A hint of anguish resides in his husky voice. Regret swims in the under-notes. But he’s too far gone.

You both are.

And you know there’s no turning back when he hauls you into his arms again after a beat of searching each other’s eyes. Wraps your thighs around his hips, and your arms unconsciously snake around his shoulders. You pepper his neck and jaw with frantic kisses whilst he walks you to your bedroom.

Once inside, he tenderly lays you amongst your sheets, and he’s silhouetted by the coppery glow of the moon when he pitches back to rid himself of his shirt.

He’s reminiscent of something beastly when he prowls over you. Pelvis fits like a jigsaw piece between your legs, and he sweeps in to kiss you anew.

He ruts himself against the apex of your thighs. Growls low and throaty into your mouth. You don’t deter him, your heels finding the divots of his back, stitching him to you.

Sylus drags his lips southward towards your collarbones, and you ruck your hips up against him, tossing your head back when he finds a pebbled nipple and licks it into his mouth. He pays the same homage to the other, and his eyes find yours through the lustful haze of your bedroom.

You can’t look away when he eases down the sprawl of your body. Kisses and licks, tastes and samples. Tugs your sweats and panties down as he settles his face between your legs. And he kisses the inner curve of your thighs, trailing lips at a snail’s pace to the place you crave him most.

You tangle your fingers in his hair. Nod at the silent question his gaze poses, and he needs no further goading when he spreads you nice and open with a flattened tongue.

Your legs quiver, thighs mechanically locking around his ears, your head pitched back in the pillows. He takes his time drawing his name from your lips. And you sing so beautifully for him, that sparkling rush of endorphins slowly brewing between your thighs.

You’re bereft of his mouth when he’s had his fill. When he’s brought you near that slurry edge, but he doesn’t keep you waiting. He peers down at you through his hair that’d fallen into his eyes, sluggishly undoing his belt buckle and the buttons of his trousers.

You watch with bated breath from your elbows. Suck in a breath when he reveals himself, and he’s heavy and swollen and red, his dick bouncing against his abs.

You lick your lips. He’s beautiful. Just like you always imagined he’d be. And somewhere far off, you wonder if she’s seen him like this and pondered the same.

You don’t get more time to mull over it before Sylus grips your thigh, the fat of it cratering between his fingers. He bites his bottom lip as he stickily taps his dick against the milky mess of your pussy.

There’s one final question in his gaze. One last offering, one more out. You don’t contest him. You’ve both come this far. You might just die without having him inside you tonight.

He feeds himself into you. Inch by delicious inch. Catches himself on his hands propped near either side of your head, and he releases a relieved hiss. He feels so good pushing into you like that. Filling you. You wonder what your life was like prior to this point, so drunk off the feel of him nestled deep.

You share a breath out when he’s fully slid home. He bows forward, burying his face into the hollow of your shoulder. You welcome him with open arms. Cross your ankles behind his pelvis, and he knows that he’s done for.

Once you’ve adjusted to his girth, he moves. Slow and steady like the gentle drag of a tide, eliciting pretty sighs of his name from your mouth. Graduates into something more intense, the clop of skin on skin saturating the darkened air of your room.

“You feel so good,” he sighs, all hot, wet, and choppy against your neck.

You can do nothing but moan in reply, sinking your nails into his shoulder blades.

He fucks you like he’ll never see you again. Whispers the sweetest, most vile things against the shell of your ear, and the hot rush of tears spring to your eyes.

Vaguely, you wonder if he’s fucked her like this. If he calls her his good girl, too. If he says he can’t imagine a life without her at his side. That he was so fucking stupid for thinking he could ever give her up.

As a tear scorches down the side of your face, that sparkling rush of ecstasy brews between your legs. And he feels it, too, groaning like a wanton slut through grit teeth as your walls quake around him.

He peels back from the safety of your shoulder to gaze into your eyes. Twines your fingers together overhead, his hips moving purely on instinct now. Your throat constricts around a silent sob, molten tears sliding unbidden down your face.

His mouth parts as you cum, and the world slides into white. You drag him into his own release, hot spurts of cum painting the inner trajectory of your thighs.

When you float back into your skin and breathe, you erupt into a fit of giggles intermingled with sobbing. He laughs alongside you, pressing your foreheads together, settling his weight atop you. His fingers smooth along your cheeks, swiping away your tears, and he stipples your face with apologetic kisses.

And somewhere in the onslaught—maybe it’s your brain all saturated with endorphins playing tricks on you—you could swear you heard him mutter,

I love you.

Sunlight creeps through the slits of your blinds. Bathes the pair of you in yellow, candied stripes, and you stir in the arms wrapped so tenderly around your middle.

Wordlessly, you creep from his embrace, wrapping yourself in a throw you’d snatched from your armchair.

You try to tip-toe to your bathroom to prepare for your day—you’ve got another gig/mission tonight, and you intend to spend the afternoon scoping out the venue—but his raspy voice halts your escape.

“Stay here,” he says, tugging at one end of the throw.

You turn to face him, truly incriminated, and the sight of him makes your chest swell. He’s half-awake, hair unruly, eyes heavy with sleep. Unguarded but needy, and he’s propped on an elbow, giving you a beseeching look.

“Stay with me a little while longer. Please.”

You relent with a forlorn smile curving your lips. Silently crawl back into bed with him, his arms instinctively winding around your hips, tugging you back against the hard press of his body. He settles his chin into the trough of your shoulder, murmuring something incoherent before falling silent.

There’s no harm in staving off the day a little longer. You don’t want to disrupt the spell the night cast over you, and there’s no telling when you’ll get another opportunity like this with him again.

He’ll have to face her—confront this web of muddled feelings—eventually. But you’ll gratefully stay in the circle of his arms like this until that moment comes.

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jadeddaydream · 4 months ago

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If it isn’t a problem, would you be interested in writing DI!jill x Fem!reader filming a sex tape together? Only if ur comfy ofc

Got My Good Side?

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

CW: Sex on tape, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, strap-ons, strap sucking, AFAB reader w/ fem pronouns.

A/N: Was bouncing in between requests so this was super delayed!!! Kinda went crazy with this one :p, proofread. Tysm 4 requesting :3

Fidgeting with the straps of the lingerie your lover brought, you demurely kneeled on your shared bed. With your hands in your lap, you stared at the camera before you; a shiver coming down your spine as you truly took in what you were about to do.

This was new, Jill over time easing you into the idea of your bare body being immortalized for only her eyes to see. First, it started with simple phone sex, then a spicy Polaroid or two, after that it was the steamy video calls when she was away. You had little inhibitions, trusting Jill but simultaneously being aware that something so private and intimate was to be forever immortalized. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, exhibitionist tendencies crawling underneath your skin and sneaking their way to the surface. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear in a bashful manner, face growing warmer at the thought of being fucked on camera.

Jill walked over to you, cupping your face softly. The gorgeous woman hovered over you, her touch mellow with the intent of comfort. She took in the nervous look in your eyes with the sudden timidity in your body language. “Everything okay?” She asked as she stroked your cheek with her thumb, her warmth radiating onto you and you settled your hand on hers; leaning into her touch. You smiled at her tenderness, looking into her eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, especially if you’re not comfortable,” Jill spoke softly as she stood in front of you, in a matching lingerie set as well; her shoulders draped in a seafoam satin robe. Her face was covered in an anxious expression, wanting nothing more to take care of her baby. Your gaze captured her attention and captivated her at the same time. You shook your head, wishing to disarm her. Hands in your lap, you sat up.

You protested, quick to speak. “No! I’m fine, just a bit nervous about the camera capturing my good side.” You posed, holding a hand up to your face. You chuckled, Jill giving you a warm smile at your small joke, smile lines appearing on the side of her lips.

“Baby, you’re beautiful no matter what angle; you don’t have to worry about that.” Jill’s eyes sprinkled with sincerity and your heart blossomed at the way she looked at you as if you were the center of the universe.

You both ended up lost in each other’s eyes, Jill snapping out of it when you shifted to the camera. “Oh, yeah,” She realized, dropping her hand. “Lemme turn it on.” Jill turned away from you and moved towards the camera, the seafoam robe flowing behind her. You straightened your posture; a bit self-conscious but more than willing to give a salacious memory that’ll help with her missing you. She adjusted the tripod, fiddling around with the camera until she got an angle that satisfied her.

Jill stood behind the camera, admiring the view. You were breathtaking, true beauty personified. Her eyes traced over your curves, your stance was simple but still sexy to her. She moved her finger to press the record button, the click echoing in your brain. You smiled in a shy manner, Jill peeking over the camera.

“Ready, pretty girl?” She asked one last time to make sure, biting her lip at the sight of your lingerie-clad body. You nodded, body aching as you watched her swerve from behind the camera and closer to you. Your heartbeat grew faster, Jill straddling you and making the first move. She kissed you softly, tongue gently pushing against your lips; her hands rubbing soft circles against your waist. She laid you down with a gentle touch, your body releasing a small sigh as you landed on the soft surface of your mattress.

Your lover pulled away and began to press soft kisses into the skin of your neck, with the occasional bites. You moaned softly, your body reacting eagerly to the way her hands slid under your brassiere. “It’s alright baby, just let it out.” She spoke, faintly; her comforting tone reminding you that it was just you two. Jill slid upwards, kissing you once more. You slid her robe over her shoulders, resting your hands on them as she continued.

You whine at her tongue invading your mouth, her hands moving lower. Sloppy and slow, you whimpered as her hand landed on the curve of your breast, she pecked your lips before nipping at your skin, your gasp igniting a fire in her. She reached under you as you arched your back to accommodate her. Jill unclipped your bra, grabbing the fabric and tossing it somewhere. She took in your skin, soft and warm.

Hands sliding down your chest and landing on your breasts, Jill squeezed. Your breath came out shaky at her touch, nipples rolling around the skin of your areola. Her head dipped forward, hair draping along your skin and lips trailing down and landing on your nipple. She pinched one and her tongue darted out to lap at your nipple, making you whine.

Another hand moved down your legs, slipping your panties to the side. You gasped as her fingers circled your clit gingerly, sending a feverous heat throughout your entire being. Jill rolled your nipple between her teeth, “So wet for me,” She murmured against your nipple, breath warm as it brought a tingling sensation to your skin.

You spread your legs more, inviting her with a pleading look in your eyes. She followed, sinking and leaving soft and gentle kisses in her wake. Jill slid the lace panties down your legs, tossing the thin article to the side. She spread them wide, fingers still toying with you.

“Jill, I need you,” You confessed, your words sweet like honey, and your tone on the cusp of pure desperation.

“Shh, I got you, angel.” She hushed you, fingers prodding at your entrance. You gasped as she pushed them inside and began to thrust, the sounds of your sex diffusing throughout the air. You mewled, moans following shortly after. It felt amazing, from the pattern her fingers followed to the way she licked and kissed against your skin. The way her thumb rubbed against your clit and the feel of her fingers curling inside you brought you closer to the precipice. Your moans grew louder in volume and more desirous in tone.

You felt yourself close to orgasm, Jill pulling out her fingers. You sobbed needily, Jill kissing your cheek to soothe you.

“It’s okay, I got you.” She moved away from you, before reaching to grab her strap and harness that was perched on the nightstand. You couldn’t help but bite your lip and press your thighs together in anticipation, watching with keen eyes as she stepped in it.

“Need a hand?” You asked in need, wanting nothing more but to feel her again. She nodded, smiling as you moved towards her; back turned to the camera. You kissed the expanse of her stomach and thighs, your lips tracing over the mature scars that graced her skin. Jill sighed above you, arousal spreading across the lower horizon of her body. You tightened the straps on each side, leaving pecks in your wake. You finally finished, sliding the base of the silicone toy into the ring.

You both moved back onto the side of the bed, Jill above you on her knees and you laid on the bed. She spread your legs once more, drinking in the wetness that doused your vagina. Spreading your lips, Jill chuckled at the sight of you clenching around nothing. Raising your leg to rest upon her shoulders, she gazed upon you with a look that could only be described as X-rated. Holding it in her hand, she proceeded to ask,

“Ready?”

“Yes. Please, Jill.” You begged for the thousandth time that night.

You sighed as you felt the tip of the dildo rub against your slit, Jill smirking down at your lovestruck expression. Your hair was messy, creating a halo around you. Eyes low and glossy, you were the epitome of fucked dumb. The only thing you could do is take what she gave you. She couldn’t help but feel pride at your current state, messy and entrapped in bliss.

After a minute of teasing you, she finally aligned the tip to your entrance and pushed it in. You groaned at the stretch, biting your lip as Jill’s hip met yours. She was able to slide in with little resistance, as you were dripping wet. She bottomed out, stilling for a moment and waiting for you to get comfortable. The room was silent and you finally let out a small plea of ‘Please…’ Jill taking that as an initiative to move.

She kept it slow, hips rocking back and forth in a gentle manner. You began to whimper, the combination of your insides stretching and the feeling of fullness capturing your sanity piece by piece. Jill was enamored by the way you looked, the way you sounded, your everything. The moment you begged her to go faster, deeper, she obliged; a Pavlovian response to bring you to ecstasy. Her skin began to slap against you, hands landing on your hips.

“Oh my- Jill!” You wailed, feeling your throat hollow as she took your breath and replaced it with the sweet sensation that was her fucking you. She was calculated; taking note of the volume of your voice, the arch of your back, and the movement of your eyes as they rolled in the back of your head and combined with the flutter of your eyelids. Jill leaned over you, shadowing you as she railed you; bed creaking under the weight of you two. The room was hot, the meld and movement of your bodies conducting heat into the air. You had long forgotten about the camera that was on, capturing the private moment.

“You get so dumb when I fuck you,” Jill hissed at the strap hitting her clit. You mewled in response, melting at the feeling of her moving her hips to hit that spot that made you douse the bed. “You like that?” Jill asked, leaning over you; her hair brushing against your face. You nodded, moaning when her thumb landed on your clit; tight circles her pattern of choice. The older woman snickered as your head rolled back, guttural sounds breaking free from your quivering frame.

A movie made just for her.

She lifted your leg, her hips swiveling. It was complete debauchery truly, from the position to the way she spoke to you. You gripped the sheets, Jill gripping your cheeks before turning you towards the camera. Your lips were in a cute pout, eyes low and filled with nothing short of lust. Sounds of you both fueling the fire.

“Show me how pretty you are, how cute you look when I fuck you; wanna keep this memory forever.” You moaned at the thought of her rewatching, pleasuring herself at the act that was currently taking place. Your eyes fluttered as she kept swinging her hips, her dick hitting your front walls like it was nothing. The noises that were echoing throughout the room were inescapable and ungodly. Since the camera was at the edge of the bed and you both were as well, Jill took the chance to grab it off the tripod, detaching it and angling it to your lewd expression.

“So fucking hot.” She tossed the camera to her other hand, using the other to shove two fingers down your throat. You gagged, releasing whorish moans around her knuckles. “Even better up close.” She rasped, now angling the camera to your dripping pussy.

“Taking me so good, such a good fucking girl.” She laughed as you shuddered and whimpered around her fingers.

She kept the camera in place, emphasizing the connection between you and her. Her thick dark blue strap slides in and out of you, each time with a squish. It now was dressed in milky white, streaks adoring the perimeter of the toy. She cooed at the sight below and the sound of your cries above. Jill was elated at your agreement to this, the smuggest smile plastered on her face. She kept her pace, taking her fingers from your mouth to move them on your clit.

“Oh baby,” She chuckled in an attempt, groaning at the mess you made. Her thumb moved in a circle on your clit as she pounded in you. “So wet and messy, got my dick so wet.” She panned the camera out, the scene unbelievable. You were close, the heat in your body rising and close to boiling over.

“Jill, I’m so close, don’t stop please.” You whined, back arching. “Wouldn’t for the world,” Jill said breathlessly, rutting her hips as she continued fucking you. You sobbed, body shaking and chest rattling.

“Look into the camera when you cum angel,” Jill kept her thumb on your bud, flicking it now. One more shot at your dripping cunt, before moving back up to your face. You obliged, opening your eyes. You were so lost, and Jill swore you had hearts in your eyes for a split moment.

Chest damp and sweaty, you looked at the camera—a face telltale of an oncoming orgasm.

“My girl, looking so pretty. Gonna cum for me?’’ She cooed, satisfaction brewing in her chest at your depraved state; pliable and submissive. You nodded like a maniac, egging her on.

A few more strokes and you came undone. Your insides clenched, stomach caving in. You kept your gaze in the direction of the camera, eyes rolling back in your head and lips trembling. In a silent scream, cumming all over her. You tried to stay silent, Jill’s hips still steady and still in motion.

“Let it all out, don’t hold back,” She huffed, thumb still on your clit. You babbled, whining and wincing at the overstimulation. Jill slowed her thrusts, fixated on your noises and the way your body moved; helping you ride out your orgasm. Stopping completely, she proceeded to pull out and angle the camera as she pulled away; mesmerized by the string of slick that followed her strap. White ring around the base, milky essence sheathing the strap. She slapped the silicone appendage on your skin, chuckling when your legs tensed and you moaned.

“Wanna see you clean me.” She rasped as she walked over to you, camera in hand. You obliged, adjusting your position to where you were on your side until you were face level with the dildo attached to her hips. You opened your mouth and Jill slid it in. She gasped as you took all of her, eyes looking up at her. You gagged, swallowing before pulling away. You licked on the perimeter of the dildo, making a show.

“Unbelievable,” Jill muttered, feeling herself drip at your behavior.

She cut the camera off, discarding the strap with haste and pouncing on you. You grinned in bliss, eyes low. You looked up at her, tugging on the straps of her lingerie. She kissed you wildly, unclasping her bra.

“Hmm….behind the scenes?” You asked in a low hum.

“You fucking know it.” She replied, the look in her eyes nothing short of the need to ravish you.

#.d writes🪐#.nsfw🍰#.asks🫧#.requests🔶#jill💘#jill valentine smut #jill valentine x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil #jill valentine #resident evil x reader

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mythvoiced · 6 months ago

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“There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders, nudging her away from her conversation partner as far as he can, without outright stepping in between them. It’s foolish, Patrick knows; sooner or later she’ll have to face the full reality of being a victor, but these days, such common sense doesn’t do it for him.

( It shouldn’t have ever, to begin with. )

Patrick gives a tight smile. “My apologies, Congressman Decimus, Miss Castro and I have some business to tend to.” He stares down the politician, his voice still affable and his smile still there. But the glint in his eyes becomes equivalent to the baring of teeth. “You do understand, don’t you?”

The politician’s face turns red. He stammers something Patrick doesn’t care to recall in favor of whisking María away. Only when they’ve reached a quieter part of the banquet, does he let go of her shoulder and of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Try not to go near him, if you don’t have to. His reputation is not nearly as spotless as the tabloids make it out to be.”

( and here is patrick mirroring maría...truly mentor-like-mentee here 🥲🥲🥲 jfklsjflsj )

@clemencetaught | no you don't unDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There wasn't anything inherently wrong with the conversation she was having, except, perhaps, everything. There goes the attempt at maintaining some kind of decorum, though. Maybe it was the feeble attempt to navigate this environment in a way that would keep the people associated to her out of trouble, but she'd been holding her own.

In an odd way, it's the first time she feels inclined to pose some resistance. She startles at the hand, head whipping up with half a snarl and twice the glare before both settle and recognize who's head she was about to bite off.

But the glare only softens moderately, dragged back down her features as far as her fondness manages to, painfully easily overpowered by the sudden sense of inadequacy, of resentment.

"What do you mean?" she tries to interject around her teeth, hands folded loosely around her chest suddenly tightening around the shimmer silver of the chains draped along the coal black fabric of her dress, clinking like the chain mail of a martyr from literature before María will believe she had ever actually lived.

The flames of her earrings make the skin they brush against when she turns her head back and forth to regard the two people trapping her itch uncomfortably, and she scratches at the same reddening spot again.

There it is. That same smile. So polite, so appeasing, so diplomatic. He could have been raised a woman for all María knows, with how easily he settles into pacifying his surroundings.

If it weren't for something else in his eyes, something that looks sharp suddenly, like the unexpected blinding light of a spark reaching with greedy fingers from the broken outlet she'd gotten too close to, she would have felt irrational again.

Or more than she was already feeling.

"I was doing well!" she protests once she's being dragged away, throwing another glare over her shoulder to assess the sudden stupidity plastered all across the congressman's face. She'd been holding her own. She hadn't snapped once during the entire conversation, just stood there and answered as politely as she managed to.

Which... did entail very curt and cut-off one-liners, but hey!

She spins around to stare up at him, just in time to catch the exhale. Her frown only deepens.

"What's that supposed to mean," she shifts her weight, stepping back slightly to rake her gaze across Patrick's frame. It's habit, more than anything else, trying to see what he'd been dressed in, or what he dresses himself in. She'd never asked, she realizes with a start, is he as under someone's thumb in term of appearance or do his own hands reach into his wardrobe when he gets ready to be forced out?

He looks relieved. Tired. He looks exactly like he so often looks: ten thousand steps ahead of her, so buried in the world she's still trying to scorch every time she brushes at its edges. Sometimes when their eyes meet, she wonders how much longer before he'll be sucked away.

Like a story, a fairy-tale, a girl falling into a rabbit hole, another falling into a well, another disappearing in a wardrobe. Except he won't get any more out of what's on the other side than whatever makes his smile look carved into his face.

"You're constantly around people you don't want to be around of. Does that mean I'm finally allowed to whisk you away from now on, if it looks like you're miles elsewhere whenever you talk to one of them?"

It sounds like a challenge, but the question is sincere. If Patrick can break the rules, can't she?

#clemencetaught #the seeker;maria #the seeker;joan of arc;hunger games verse #FERRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LISTEN OKAY LISTEN OKAY LISTEN #PATRICK TRYING TO BEND THE RULES IS SEXY SPECTACULAR AND HE DESERVES IT SO #OKAY?? THANK YOU SO MUCH #i must ask if it's okay for María to start looking into Patrick's demeanor as sort of...#LIKE WOULD IT BE ALL RIGHT? for her to see he's very evidently not having fun to put it VERY lightly?#if it's not okay i also have the solution yknow bc if it's NOT obvious to people who spend a lot of time observing Patrick #it could EASILY be her projecting SO IT STILL WORKS the text i mean but i'm asking just to make sure ;3 #BUT GOSH I ADORE THEM SO María will gang up with Hyuk and save him WE PROMISE GOSH

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fallcrestrpg · 1 year ago

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lıllı Disneyworld - Morning 12/25 ıllıllı

SKYLAR

Ever since she was capable of speaking again, Sky did not hold back - not that she did before this, but today especially. "Diiiiiiishhhhneeeeee!" she hollered at the top of her lungs the moment she was wide awake. Jumping up and down, she repeated as she run around as much as her tiny legs would let her. "We ah going to Disssshnnneeeeeeeee!" She yelled as she striked a pose that looked very similar to the type of victory poses soccer players do once they score.

MILA

Miles had luckily been up for about an hour by the time Sky decided to remind them of what they already knew. It wasn't that she wasn't looking forward to the trip as well, but the idea of mass quantities of people tended to dampen the idea a bit. "I want waffles." Was the equivalent response she provided as she sat in the hotel bed she shared with her mothers.

KEAGAN

She chuckled softly as she observed the difference between the twins. Taking Sky's hand, she walked over to the bed and held out a hand towards Miles. "Let's go get waffles, I'm sure mommy is already getting them ready for you as we speak." Also the earlier Sky gets out there, the faster she'll be reunited with her girlfriends and hopefully that could calm the kid down enough for cuddles.

LUKE

Her sleep schedule -or lack thereof- didn't really change too much with the addition of twin toddlers to the mix. If anything, it helped. Keagan got to hog her pups, they all got to sleep-in a bit more, and Luke got things started for them so they were ready when they woke up. Outfits were set out in the small living room of the resort suite, and she was putting the finishing touches on breakfast when she heard the screams that let her know Skylar was up and it was now everybody's problem.

"Alright, we have a plain short-stack with raspberries for Miles, a decked out full-stack for Sky with a plate of bacon on the side, and full breakfast sampler for mom," she said as she set out each plate before the now seated wolves. "I appreciate nothing more about these suites Leo got us than the fact we get a kitchen, because I _cannot_ imagine the circus it would be trying to make it down to the resort's breakfast buffet instead."

KEAGAN

It was no surprise to anyone that Sky was already reaching out for her stack before her butt even touched the seat. Ruffling the older twin's hair as she sat, she thanked Luke for the breakfast before taking a bite out of her own plate. "Oh god, Sky would be screaming all the way down." She laughed, pinching her daughter's cheek at the protest before using her thumb to wipe the syrup off the corner of her mouth. Sometimes she worried that Sky was going to choke on her food from the way she was inhaling them.

She looked over to her other daughter who was literally the opposite of the redhead. At least she didn't have to worry about Miles eating too quickly. "Miles, what are you looking forward to at Disney?" She had a feeling that no one was really looking forward to the crowd and the line-ups, but hopefully there was something that the kid will love.

LUKE

It took a lot of willpower to keep a straight face at Keagan's comments, given the very evident irony of her calling out Sky while doing a slightly more chill version of 'wolfing down'. Instead she just grinned, nodded, and took a drink of her coffee. She glanced over at Miles to see the younger twin was having the same thought process but focusing on separating her berries.

She did end up snorting coffee as Miles replied to her mother's question with just "Weaving". Regaining her breath she said, "I think our less talkative tot is upset that the things she likely would appreciate, she's not physically old enough for." Miles nodded as she chewed some waffle before adding, "Cos'pirasee teerey." Luke smiled and looked back at Keagan, "See, we got two more words. On the right track."

KEAGAN

Keagan couldn't help but gently pinch the younger twin's cheek at the reply. While it wasn't what she was hoping, she did expect an answer like that. "You aren't even looking forward to seeing the mascots?" She barely finished her question when Sky piped up, 'I AMMMMMM!!!!"

The brunette laughed at the sudden outburst. "We know you are, you're looking forward to everything, we just hope you have enough energy to actually get through everything. At the rate you're going, I think you might crash before we even step foot to the entrance."

LUKE

"Mascots are weird," she grumbled, only to have Miles nod in agreement. Glancing back over at the redhead, she went ahead and gave her a 'refill' on bacon. Last thing they needed was the energy level Skylar was currently possessing turnig into a tantrum because 'no she did _not_ eat all her bacon where is it??'

"Bold of you to assume this one plans on anything short of being carried like the princess she is across the entrance...if not the majority of the park," Luke snorted, before setting her coffee down and going to stand across the counter from Miles. "Tell you what Nuggy, you and I can work together to follow the initial trail of where we might find ol' D-man's forzen head, _if_ you promise to play nice so the other tots can have a good time?"

KEAGAN

She laughed when Sky nodded her head at the idea of being carried for majority of the day. "So this kid is either being princess carried or sitting in the kid wagon for most of the day - what are your little legs for, princess?" She sighed as she nudged her empty plate forward to make space to rest an elbow.

It was sort of funny to see the difference between the twin - Sky was so excited compared to Miles who was dreading having to be in a sea of people. Understandable, but Keagan found it so adorable. "Will it make you feel better knowing that Callie's going with us?" Even though they were family, it seemed that the young shapeshifter did not want to spend a full day with her cousin alone even if it was in a theme park - especially now that they could actually talk.

LUKE

Luke chuckled and said, "Well she is a product if her-" _genetics_, is what she originally planned to say, but noting the now empty breakfast plate in front of the Calvetti woman she settled on, "-her _raising_. So my bad, I guess." The last thing she needed was a grumpy fiancé, on top of a spoiled mini-hurnado, _on top_ of a grumpy introvert being taken to the 'happiest place in earth'...at least not this early in the day.

The way Miles immediately froze and her expression went completely blank, had Luke already making her way around the counter. Which, luckily, had her in prime position to catch the kid, chair and all, when she tried to bolt to her room and forgot booster seats meant she was strapped in. "Okay, ease up there Nuggy," she began as she righted the chair. "She's been with us for ages now as her regular self, and would _you_ want to spend the entire trip with bitch-who-shall-not-be-named?" The way the kid looked around the room at everyone present, had even Sky being quiet...if one didn't count the sound of her continued eating, of course. "Tay...but I dun wanna walk eever. Too many steps wif too little feet." Luke smiled and glanced up at Keagan. "I think we can work with that."

SKYLAR

She had been diligently eating her breakfast - and the seconds (thirds, forths, etc) that came after that she didn't have anything to contribute to the conversation. She already made her point across earlier anyways. However, when a certain someone was called, her for only slowed down as she focused on her sister's reaction. Her grin only widened when Miles accepted the fact that Callie was going to chill with them.

"Callie's nuh gonna like it if she knew you tried to run away!" The wolf focused back on her food when their mom gave her a warning glare. "Juh shaying". She paused before piping up again. "Ish bitch-who-shall-nuh-be-named going too?"

MILA

Considering the only people aside from herself that would even know she tried to run away were her moms and Sky, and obviously the moms would never spills, the only way that was even a consideration was if Skylar was thinking about telling... "Dun make me hide you gwasses."

Miles knew it was more than guaranteed that the _other_ cousin would go as well, just with her own guardians. "Yeah, but not wif us...right? She's _not_ going wif us, say she's not."

KEAGAN

God, how she loved her girls. Just watching them bicker like this was just so... Endearing - much like everything else they've done. "No one is going to tell Callie that." She warned as she gave the older twin a sterner look. The last thing they want was to upset the shapeshifter whose crush on Miles was pretty obvious to most.

"No, baby, she's not. Aleja and Blake will be keeping an eye on her so that she won't be able to approach anyone." It was common knowledge that the cousin was not liked by most of the scoobs; there was no reason to aggravate that. "We'll get everyone changed amd ready to go after you're done eating, okay?"

+Cut to - Disney entrance: Later the same day

TOMI

It had been quite the morning already, what with her mom...moms?...trying to wrangle four kids to get them all Disney-ready, and her dad just moping as he looked on. Like seriously? Man could've easily offered to help, if even it wasn't from the heart. Personally, Tomir felt it would just a tad less likely to be completely ignored if he would _try_. As her stroller finally made it past the turnstiles and into the park, she'd reached her first limit of the day. "Momma! Sean is cwying again, and we _just_ got here. What are they _two_?? "

AYDEN

She had been doing her best to help Izzy with the kids every step of the way. Even though the Beta wolf was there, Ayden did notice that Izzy was not going to bother with him and just carried on until Braxton gets his shit together. The shifter was not going to get in the middle of that. Her attention was pulled when she heard the sass in the kid's voice and couldn't help but let out a light chuckle before scooping up the crying one. "What's the matter, baby?" She gave a light kiss to Sean's temple before looking down. "What's got you so upset?"

SEAN

It was very overwhleming to finally be entering the magical place that she'd come to terms with never getting to visit, a long time ago. With her dad being who he was, the idea of _ever_ making it to the 'Happiest Place on Earth' was just an impossible dream. And now, her currently tiny body was far too overwhelmed by emotion. Calming down slightly as she nuzzled into Ayden, Sean could only whimper, "Too happy."

AYDEN

Ayden looked over to Izzy with a half-aww, half-pout of her own, silently telling the other to look at how cute Sean was. "Too happy.." She hummed as she thought about the reason, "Because you're at Disney? We should make more trips here then, how does that sound? And look! Over there.. Ryllie's here." She said with a hint of surprise. Somehow they convinced Ryllie to come to such a crowded place.

IZZY

If she hadn't been busy setting two other babies in the big wagon with Tomi, Izzy may have started crying herself. She didn't need Sean to have a full vocab right now to know exactly why the tears even though they were happy. "We'll definitely make this at least a yearly trip, and hopefully with you tall enough to actually ride most rides," she said.

AMARYLLIS

She had been dreading coming here since she learned of the plans. Her sister on the other hand, was the complete opposite. However, her dread was quickly overtook by concern and anger when she saw Sean crying. Letting go of her mother's hand, she ran - or trotted - over the best she could and looked up at Sean. "...Who made you cry?"

ARTEMIS

Having overheard the question, the toddler snorted. "Why bover asking? You can't even wipe your own butt yet, what are you gonna do with the ansah?"

CATALINA

"Dun be mean, Ahtee." The little mermaid said while cuddling with the faerie in their own little wagon. "We ah here to have fun! I wanna take pichas wif Pluto!!"

LEO

"Alright, no one's being to anyone...except maybe Blake and Aleja's little bundle of bitchiness, but aside from that we're all here to have a good time! Let's face it, how many of you got to go on vacation with your parents you were originally this tall?" It wasn't the best thign to point out, but it _was_ effective in getting everyon to settle down. "Now, we don't all have to stick together, but considering that kids definitely have dependecy issues with others, I'd recommend splitting up accordingly. Evan you're with us by default."

DYLAN

This may be the first time she had ever visited the theme park - it went without saying that the Waldorfs were *not* the family bonding type of people... And even if they were, going to a theme park would not be the method. It was crowded and not in the fun way. The place was filled with kids. To think that Dylan was here, somewhat voluntarily was a miracle on its own; Nox would have a field day with this. Her distaste disappeared as quickly as it appeared at the plan of sticking together. "I think we will be fine on our own, no?"

Having taken stock of their wagons and ensure that they had all of their actual babies _and_ their furry ones -Leo having gotten the pets emotional support certifications, Dee snapped her attention to the woman. Pinning her with a stern gaze, she said, "Look here, Miss Ma'am. You are _guest_ on this family trip. Fer's 'plus one' and Julian's best friend. Your attitued and how you manage to act around everyone else from the moment we arrived in Florida to the second we leave is going to determine whether or not you'll just be included by default on the _next_ family trip, ya dig?"

FLORENCIA

She looked over when she heard Dee scold someone, and not surprisingly, it was Dylan. What she didn't expect was the bitch actually shutting up and had a brief look of surprise when there was was a chance she might be included on the next trip. "... She didn't even sass back at Dee. Who *is* she?" She muttered to Kieran. It had been a while since they all bunked up at the hotel but every time, Ren was still fascinated by this change. "Anyways... Did we grab a map of the park?"

KIERAN

Kieran glanced over at the other group and simply said, "Someone with a survival instinct. I was constantly doing the same thing around her, and I was the one with the gun and the badge." The woman may have been human, but she was imposing and nothing if not protective of her kids. "Diego said he was going to grab one....but that was like ten minutes ago so, I don't think we're getting a map."

FLORENCIA

"Damn.. Never mess with Dee." She muttered. "I guess we'll just have to grab one ourselves along the way." Ren straightened up and started looking around to see if she could even spot her brother, "I think he's more excited about this trip than Steve... Whatever, he'll find us eventually." Speaking of her sister, she looked over to the wagon. "Is there anything you want to ride today? No rollercoasters, obviously." That definitely got a pout. "I think every kid today is not happy about no rollercoasters." She chuckled, "Something tells me that we might all need to come back when they revert back to normal."

KIERAN

The older witch let Ren finish, but when the fire witch went to go ahead and begin moving further into the park, she reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think you're forgetting something super crucial, and no, I don't mean Diego." With her head, she nodded over to where Avery was standing awkwardly with her brother, clearly dying to join them, but not wanting to just make a move to tag along without being explicitly invited. Likely due to Ren's temper.

FLORENCIA

She looked over her shoulder and spotted the youngest Rendall looking rather longingly towards them. Surely if it was just Diego and Kieran, Avery would have already been following them. "Why .. are you standing there like that?" She asked without yelling since she was sure that the wolf could hear her from there. "Come on.. Steve wouldn't forgive me if you don't come along anyways." Her sister motioned to her girlfriend to come over, "Dat's right." Point in case. "Am I that scary?"

KIERAN

"You really _don't_ want me to answer that," Kieran quipped as she took over the pushing of the wagon, given that Avery had climbed right on in and Steve was already making herself comfortable. "Alright, I know we're mostly sticking to the age-appropriate things for the little bit, but I still want to get a head start on trying to hit up each and every food place at least once." Having learned she was adopted, she couldn't really say she _wasn't_ something other than witch, but she was sure she wasn't part wolf...even if she could eat like one.

FLORENCIA

She watched as the very much still adult sized Avery climbed into the wagon. Whatever.. Steve was happy so Ren was not going to say anything. "Wouldn't it make more sense for you to join Luke's group? They've got Sky.. Who is bound to have the same goals at you at this park then." She chuckled before looping around her girlfriend's arm. "Wait, there's literally food everywhere."

KIERAN

"I mean if you're looking to spend the day at Disney with your sister and her gf then, I can definitely leave you to it," Kieran said. It wasn't an issue for her either way, as she could understand Ren wanting to have some alone sister time...or as alone as it got with Avery there. "Yeah...yeah there is," she said almost dreamily.

FLORENCIA

"I'd like to spend the day with my girlfriend too, you know." But there was no way she'd trust her baby sister with Avery alone.. and where was Diego really? "I guess we'll all be trying out all the food along with you - and thank god we're not going on rollercoasters today because that would be a really, really bad idea."

DIEGO

He ran up to his sisters (all three, Kieran counted) and stopped handing Ren the map. "Sorry, I had to convince Jack that she was more than okay to go off on her own, and then I just kept getting girls offering their numbers, and...ya know, I think we may actually need a nee map. One that _doesn't_ have numbers written all over it."

AVERY

Her girlfriend was so much cuter and a lot less delicate now that she was a little more grown. (She never understood why people thought babies were cute) While she still wished Maite was back to normal, this wasn't so bad if she could get away with riding in the wagon around the park. Her eyes looked up when Diego started talking about numbers. "Ohhhh someone's popular. To have a map filled with numbers? Did they all catch your eye if you're willing to keep the map? "

DIEGO

Glancing over at the sound of Avery's voice he looked confused for a bit before he shifted his gaze down _into_ the wagon. "Uh, no. If anything I'd say you and Kieran could keep it but my sisters would likely kill you...respectively. And don't think Steve won't just because she's tiny. Kid electrocuted our pet goldfish when she was this little the first time."

FLORENCIA

Her eyes looked down at the map, "Diego, get rid of that or I'll burn it." It was only because they weren't in Fallcrest that she didn't already set it on fire yet. "No one's keeping it - I don't want any of the Rendalls to come after us because Steve electricuted their baby sister."

DIEGO

"I mean, in all fairness, she'd be sadly missed, but I doubt either Rendall bro would want to risk you setting _them_ on fire if they try anything against Steve," Diego pointed out, but was already tossing the now useless map away. "I vote we just wing it, and like use those 'you are here' boards for navigating. Have an adventure!"

FLORENCIA

This really went back to her question - was she that scary? "Anyways, I guess that would be sorta the way to go.. Kieran is about to use all the places that has food as our map." She snorted, "Wait, are we also hitting up the stalls that are the same but just in different spots of the park?"

KIERAN

"I mean it's the easiest way to get seconds without having to stall through the queue at the same spot and risk boredom."

AVERY

"Kieran has this all planned out." She held the toddler close to her. "Honestly, doesn't this give y'all a whole Twilight vibe? Me, a wolf. Maite, the toddler. " With that, she nuzzled her girlfriend before giving the kid a kiss to the temple. "What are we eating first?" Avery was already prepared for this foodventure.

DIEGO

Diego nodded as Avery spoke only to reply with, "Only you would find a way to make this even more cringe- Ow!" He immediately went to rub his arm where the aforementioned toddler had zapped him. "I'm not wrong! Twifart knowledge was cringe when _you_ brought it home and it's cringe when your girlfriend references it now!" Did it matter that a grown man was arguing with a toddler while the kid sat in a wagon with grown woman? Clearly not to Diego, and honestly not to anyone else. Everyone was too invested in their own magical vacation...Except maybe Luke and Miles who did happen to give the male a witch an odd look as their group passed them by. "Sibling rivalry," was all he said, to which they both just nodded, seemingly in perfect understanding.

AVERY

"You're picking the wrong battle here." She chuckled, obviously proud of the fact that Maite zapped him and not her. Avery learned long ago that one does not mess with the women of the Velazquez household. They were quite the force - and she simply didn't want to get burnt nor zapped for the most part. "But speaking of Twilight, I would *love* it if the whole sparkling vampires were a thing. Shine bright like a diamond for reals."

DIEGO

"Oh just hit up Bridgeport Bar during Pride. You'll see all the sparkly vampires your heart could ever desire and more," he replied. It was clearly from experience, but this was something that should surprise absolutely no one. "You'll also find that you can meet various kinds of 'bears' if you manage to pick the right time of day."

AVERY

"You think I haven't been to the bar during Pride? Di. Please." She made a face, looking down at the baby. "This.. whole thing really.. highlights the fact that.. Wow, my girlfriend *really* isn't of age yet to go to the bar." She laughed before letting a yelp, grabbing her arm immediately from the sudden jolt. "Sorry, sorry."

KIERAN

"Hi! Sorry to interrupt this _riveting_ conversation, but could we possible walk and talk please? I skipped breakfast so I could speak the phrase 'Only Eating Foods at Disney World for 24-hours' and have it be _true_, and if you think an angry Ren is scary, you've never seen a _hangry_ me."

SKYLAR

She had been listening in on the group's conversation and she kept pointing in their direction. "Mommy, Mom! Dey.. Dey're going around for fooooood. Can we do dat too?!" If the girl wasn't strapped in, she would've jumped out. "I wannaaa do datttt. Dey're going ta get sooo much food!"

LUKE

Luke glanced over at Keagan immediately and said, "Looks like we're parting ways earlier than expected co-pilot. One kid wants to eat, one kid wants to check out conspiracy theories. You have have Erin as your back up, and I'm sure Izzy will let you borrow Tomie. I'll manage with Callie..." She glanced at Miles briefly and added, "For no particular reason."

KEAGAN

She gave a sigh, accepting the fact that sticking together for the day was an impossible feat especially when the girls' interests were very different from one another. She leaned in to give Miles a quick kiss on the cheeks before taking her sister out of the wagon. "Okay, we'll go with that." Keagan would love to spend more time with Miles and she was definitely looking forward to getting her daily dose of Miles cuddles later. "We'll see you guys later then." She said, not leaving before giving her fiancee a kiss.

DIEGO

The new additions to their group were more than welcome, and it didn't take long at all for them to have hit the first place for food, and while everyone was busy eating, Diego did what he does best. "Okay, so I'm going to ask what everyone is dying to know: Is it true that the twins are really, like legit, Luke's bio kids? Like what kind of cradle-robbing magic?"

KEAGAN

Keagan looked up in time to see Ren smack her brother in the arm for asking. "Did Lyra tell everyone already?" She sighed, "Yes, they are - 'legit Luke's bio kids'." The smile on her face when Sky beamed up at her, "Magic's weird as we all know."

DIEGO

He rubbed at the spot where his sister had made contact, but his face soon took on a look of concentration as the Deputy's answer sunk in. "The girls are eighteen now right? So like, that would mean that if math is still a thing, then Luke would've been seven- ow ooof!" His cry at another smack was cut short as Kieran stuffed a waffle in his open mouth.

KEAGAN

She gave the witches a grateful look for shutting up the brother. Bless him, there are times Diego reminded her of Braxton but with a little bit more aware of things - although right now, that awareness is not there. Choosing to ignore what Diego was going to say, she turned her attention to her kid and the girlfriends. "How's the food?" The question was really for anyone *other than* her own kid.

ERIN

The witch had to admit that it was quite entertaining to see the normally unfazed Keagan, tinge a bit and flail to change the subject. "If the fact that Kieran and Sky seem to be in an unspoken competition to see who can get this stall to close early first, I'd say it's great," she replied, taking a bit of her own before a cheeky grin came over her features. Waiting until exactly when Keagan had just taken a mouthful she said, "You know, it's one thing to know you're six years older than Luke and a completely different one to think about that gap eighteen years and nine months back."

KEAGAN

Somehow, it was expected that someone was not going to let the topic drop. However, she was not going to deep dive into that in the middle of the theme park, nor in front of everyone either. Keagan gave Erin a warning glare, though she doubt it was at all effective since this was her daughter's girlfriend. "I'm aware." was all she said before focusing on the two babies between Erin and her, filling up their plates with more food.

TOMI

Not even bothering to look up from her food, the girl just said, "You can't kill her, Aunty K. I would miss her too much, and Sky would never stop howling." Glancing up she shook her head and said, "And no one wants that."

SKYLAR

She looked up right at that, eye wide at her mother and then all around. "No killing Ewin! You can't kill Ewin. You love Ewin." She was part of the family now so this was a definite no-no. "We ah all here to have a good time. No killing."

LUKE

With Miles firmly strapped to her back, Luke had managed to find a way to orb into the bathroom nearest her family and slowly approach them. "Hey," she began slowly, "Everything going alright? I got sense that Sky was a little scared and that _someone else_ was feeling _scary_..."

SKYLAR

She wanted to wiggle out of her seat but the girl was strapped in so instead she motioned for Luke to come closer. Leaning in and covering her mouth to whisper as if any of that would actually stop anyone from overhearing, especially at this table. "I think mom got upset wif Ewin..."

LUKE

Luke dutifully went over and over and listened to the 'secret'. It took everything in her not to say anything in response, simply nodding and sharing a look with Miles over her shoulder. "I think it's fair to say that if we can't keep our _emotions_ in check this early on in the day, maybe it would be best to head back to the hotel..."

AVERY

She stared in awe as the situation unfolds and.. diffuse. "Did..." She started while her hand started raising to point towards the Paladin. "Did you just.. Oh my god, did you just try and *ground* Keagan?" In all her years alive, she would have never guessed that Luke had *that* much power over Keagan. "I didn't even know that was possible. Like, never in a million years did I think Keg and Ren would be like this. This is absolutely mind-blowing."

LUKE

She felt the flare up in irritation an Avery's choice of words, and calmly walked over to where she was seated. "There are so many things that _I_ didn't know were possible either until I almost died," she said, eerily calmly as she reached a hand to hover over the woman's bright Minnie-Mouse cupcake. With a subtle glow, the top of the cupcake found its way to Diego's plate, and Luke just turned to face Aves with a grin and said, "Like _that_. And you know, I'm almost certain I can do it with _anything_."

KEAGAN

"*Okay*. Enough. No one is getting killed, no one is getting *orbed away*. No one is upset with anyone." She sighed as she got Sky out of her seat so she could sit the kid on her knees. "I need a dosage of the twins." She was squeezing Sky into a tight hug while peek up over at the other twin, silently asking for a hug from her as well.

LUKE

Luke was admittedly tempted to just orb Miles over to her mother, but there were far too many people for her to get away with that, so instead, she got her out of the carrier on her back and went to go sit her on her mother's lap. "Enjoy her willingness to cooperate, because I can already feel her little 'social battery' starting to drain. Granted, not as fast as it might in such a crowd."

KEAGAN

Her face lit up even more when Luke passed Miles over to her. "Hey baby." She gave the kid a kiss on the top of her head before embracing the moment she was having with both her girls. "Thanks for endulging me." The mother wolf chuckled though she didn't budge at all from her position. "Did you have fun?" She did notice that Callie was no longer with them, but didn't say a word about it. Granted, she did trust that Luke didn't abandon her alone.

LUKE

Without missing a beat, Luke simply said, "We did have to leave Callie with Aleja and Blake. She wasn't too fond of the idea of exploring the hidden tunnels...well, she wasn't fond of the idea of exploring the hidden tunnels with the goal of ultimately finding a frozen head."

AVERY

"*Oh*.. Little Callie's stuck with the bitch baby." Whatever fear she felt a moment ago with Luke was gone already. "Poor girl.. To have to pick between that cousin of hers... and a frozen head." She grimaced before her girlfriend smacked her in the arm. The youngest Rendall immediately switched her attention back to her girlfriend, taking pictures of the toddler. "Seeing y'all as children is like.. free content from the family album." Maybe she got over the weirdness after all.

DIEGO

He really wanted to be a good boy, but his curiosity would always win out. That and he was like the only single dude in the group so he didn't have the luxury of being distracted- unless, oh wait, a very fine lady was walking over. He smiled broadly and was about to introduce himself before she beelined for the tallest person in the group. He immediately turned to look at Avery and whispered, "Should we take shelter under the table or flat-out just like runt away?"

KEAGAN

The amount of joy she had with just holding the twins in her arms. God, she just wanted to snuggle with them forever - Sky would let her, Miles... not so much. And while she wanted to continue with this bliss, someone decided to approach the group and interrupt that. She watched as the woman walked right up to Lucas - quite confidently at that too. Her brow arched up when the lady started introducing herself. "Miles, are you hungry? Did you get to eat when you were off finding frozen heads?" She shot a quick glare at Avery who muttered something along the lines of 'there might be a frozen head here soon'.

MILA

Miles leaned her head against her mom's chest, feeling oddly calm and relaxed being held by her. She wasn't one for cuddles, but sometimes a girl just needed her mom in a sea of strangers. Glancing up at the question she said, "Yes ma'am. Momma got us food. You're heart is beating awful fast for how slow you're bweathin'. Are you okay?"

SKYLAR

Taking advantage that her sister was willing to cuddle, Sky also grabbed Miles' hand as she leaned against mom herself. "Mommy's getting hit on. Mom doesn't like that." She pointed out as she looked right up at the stranger who looked pretty startled.

LUKE

Luke immediately looked over at Keagan concerned by both the twins' words. Then looked back at the other in confusion as Sky's words sunk in. "That's- no, that's not what's- Is it?" At the grin from her old friend, Luke simply scowled and said, "This is Deena, an old friend from school back when Ricky moved us to Jersey City. We haven't even talked since then so the rather cavalier approach here is, unexpected."

Moving over to rest an arm around Keagan's shoulders she then added, "Deena, this is Keagan. My _fiancé_, and these are _our_ girls, Skylar and Mila. And before you ask, yes. Same 'Keagan'. No, I will not give you any details. Enjoy your day at the park."

FLORENCIA

She leaned over to her brother and whispered, "Maybe running away might be a good plan." She watched as Luke introduced her family to the *old friend* but even when the Paladin tried to send her away, Deena didn't seem to want to step away. "..yeah.. let's uh.. go to the next food stall."

DEENA

It was hardly a secret that her old friend had done _very_ well for themselves. Even with the little extended 'hiatus' that the rest of her band had to take due to 'school' or whatever, their socials and streams were through the roof. Of course, the magical community all new what happened with the last seal being broken, so only time would tell how long the school excuse would last, but Deena figured if Lucas was at Disney, it was probably with the reverted nieces she never met...which turned out to be right, but she hadn't exactly banked on the mom of the kids being along.

"Fiancé? Well that'll be some _news_ for the fanbase. Everyone does love the work that Lyra puts in to capture your best assets," she said, trying to find a smooth way to handle _that_ curveball. "Or, well, the band's assets," she clarified looking at Keagan. "Lucas just happens to be the one we all know is guaranteed to be legal."

SKYLAR

She looked up at the lady without moving from her position. "You follow da band?" Sky asked, somewhat intrigued. "... Do you know the songs?" It was obvious to everyone that this Deena definitely only followed for Lucas - since she was literally just thirsting over the one 'guaranteed to be legal'. "Mommy, your friend is sus."

LUKE

Luke saw the intent in Deena's eyes even before she moved, and as a result when her _former_ friend took a step towards her family, she was met with the solid wall that was the paladin. "Do. Not." Was all she managed to growl out, already feeling her teeth sharpening behind her lips. Taking a deep breath to regain control, she simply stated, "I don't know what your intention in approaching me today was, but I would consider it done and dusted. Don't think that having been a friend once-upon-a-time means that I will somehow hesitate to do whatever it takes to keep you away from my family."

She thought she was ready for whatever Deena threw her way in response -what else can someone expect from a grown woman petty enough to want to attack a kid?- but the words that came from her lips next weren't quite on the list. "Don't you mean your _brother's_ family? You can tell yourself whatever you want, _Lucas_, but the truth of the matter is that in the eyes of the rest of the world, you are the little brats' _third_ parent, and who knows _what_ number of lover to their lovely mother." The sound of the slap that followed was notable, but Luke was just focused on not giving into the anger.

KEAGAN

Her grip tightened on the girls while shifting her body to protect them the instant she saw those eyes changed. As Luke warn the woman, Keagan set the girls down next to Erin and Tomi so she could have her full body being an extra wall behind Luke.

As she was settling them in, she was not prepared for what Deena said next. Before she knew it, she was already up in front of the bitch and swung her palm across the cheek. If they weren't at Disney, that would've been a punch with *all* her strength. "You do *not* get to speak to my fiancé like that. And you most certainly didn't try to approach our girls either." Her eyes glowed as she growled out her words. "I don't really care what your intentions are but you're going to take them and your ass away from us while we're still telling you *nicely*." She was tempted to toss the woman out of the park herself.

LUKE

As soon as Keagan's hand was back by the woman's side, her own hands went right into her pockets. She was still working on managing the fact her wolf traits weren't bound to a full moon, but _were_ easily influenced by her emotions. Things were made a little harder given that her current emotions were also laced by Keagan's current emotions. The anger only ebbed slightly to give way to guilt, as she felt that this was all her own doing in having befriended that woman in the first place. An irrational thought, but a logical one.

The only thing that managed to bring her back to the present moment was the sudden overwhelming _need_ to have Deena be _not_ here...and then suddenly the woman was dissipating into purple orbs of light and just like that she was gone. "I really hope that doesn't start happening _every_ time we want someone gone, because I might be orbing your sister to Timbuktu on accident."

SKYLAR

She had been holding onto the arms of both people next to her as she watched this all go down. "Mom shudda punched her harder." She mumbled, "Mommy.." She reached out for Luke, "Don't orb Aunt Lyra to Timbuktu, we might actually never see again." She chuckled and quickly pressed her lips against her mom's cheek. "Dun listen to that lady. She's bullshitting so hard." Whatever she said about her parents didn't matter to her. Luke was their mom and nothing was going to change that.

LUKE

The paladin was glad that the sudden execution of a new -at least new to her- power was enough to real in the wolf as she was able to pull her hands out of her pockets and catch the tiny tot that was inbound. "I make no promises, but if I happen to orb her there, I can promise to go get her back," Luke replied, her tone back to normal and ever jovial when speaking to the twins.

Luke gave her eldest mini-me a a good squeeze and big ol' kiss to the cheek, that stopped when there squeals heard. "I could be your tenth parent for all I care, but _you_ are, have been, and _always_ will be _my_ kids."

KEAGAN

She leaned up and gave both Luke and Sky a kiss before going back to the other girls, lifting Miles into her lap again. "You okay, baby?" She asked before her attention returned to the other half of the family. "Where did you even orb her to?" Now she was wondering if Luke could just accidentally orb someone to the bottom of the ocean. "You okay?" She asked, also feeling guilty herself because the mess she created.

LUKE

Glancing over, all she saw was Keagan pulling a toddler back onto her lap that had her hands firmly clasped over her ears. She would've been more concerned if Miles didn't keep her hands there even as she nodded at Keagan's question, and then promptly dropped her head back onto her mother's chest. Luke was already making her own way over to the pair, holding Sky out to Keagan, as the kid made grabby hands at her sister. "Uh...well....see, about that- I _think_ I orbed her back to the parking lot....but this has never really happened before with a wholeass person so, I don't really know."

Luke got distracted watching as the younger twin finally moved her hands away from her ears only to clasp her arms around her sister. The question aimed at her just made her shrug, and say, "Yeah, I'm good." Their day had been sidetracked enough.

KEAGAN

Making room for the older twin again, she visibily melted when Miles reciprocrated the cuddle. She even looked up at Luke, silently asking if she could see this as well. They really were the most precious thing in her life. Keagan immediately kissed the top of their heads again. God, too cute. "Well, whatever.. as long as she's away from us I guess." Any troubles, she'll have to figure it out herself. The audacity of that woman for threatening her family when things didn't go her way.

Keagan wasn't convinced with Luke's response but since it felt like they should move things along, she obliged. "Shall we go to our next stop then?" She didn't even know where the witches went but they seem to be on their own now.

+Cut to: Near the Water Park Entrance

DYLAN

The weather was hot. The sun was shining down on everyone, making it even more hot. Why do people enjoy theme parks? Although she had never been to one in her youth, she most likely would not enjoy it as much as she did now. The food was mediocre, there were kids everywhere. Honestly, what was the appeal?

As they walked by yet another entrance, she read the sign for its theme. "Oh.. They have a water park. I suppose we should avoid this area then?" At least that was one less area to 'explore'.

FERNANDA

Fer was very much taking advantage of the sun to help give her skin a nice glow. Granted, the same sun had made it to where she had to slather the fairer of her cousins in sunscreen to keep the poor boy from turning into a tomato. Of course all inconveniences seemed so small by comparison when she got to see the kids having the best time just getting to meet all of the mascots and see all of the different sights.

Her mood was far too high for Dylan's sour attitude to do much damage. She knew the question was less out of concern, but regardless Fer smiled at her and said, "Of course dear." She leant in to whisper, "Wouldn't want me to be claim that Disney was the first thing to get me wet in Florida right?"

DYLAN

Honestly, if there was anywhere she felt out place, it was here. There was also screaming coming in all directions (and not in the way she'd enjoy) that made her wonder how on earth was this the 'happiest place in the world'.

When Fernanda leaned in, her arm automatically slipped around the mermaid's waist - only to have the woman whisper that into her ear. A sense of challenge flashed in her eyes before she tugged the other closer to her, "You shouldn't be teasing like that, darling." She let a sigh as she looked over at a roller coaster nearby where a group of people flew by screaming again. "What .. is the appeal to roller coasters?"

FERNANDA

Never one too fond of being told what to do, the mermaid met Dylan's defiance with that of her own. Keeping her features amiable and her tone innocent she simply said, "Teasing would imply that there's no payoff, and I _always_ deliver." Once satisfied her point was made, she added, "And don't tell me what to do," before turning back to hand something off to Aunt Dee.

Glancing up at the question, she said, "It's the adrenaline rush. The sense of doing something dangerous within the confines of relative safety, but knowing the odds are never one hundred percent guaranteed to be in your favor. It's the closest mundanes will ever get to living near the Nexus and being aware of it."

DYLAN

She could only chuckle, nodding half-heartedly when Fernanda told her not to tell *her* what to do. It was starting to be a habit of letting the mermaid have the last word with every banter. "Are you speaking from experience or is that your assumption?"

She turned and grimaced at the sight of a ride where the riders looked like they might get neck pain at the end of the ride. "Oh lord, that one goes in all direction too." She muttered under her breath.

FERNANDA

"Assumption," she replied with ease as she continued to push Julian's stroller along. "My own experience in riding one would have been inherently different, and fueled mainly by the fact the ride operator said I couldn't do it." If that wasn't further proof that she didn't take orders well, the fact she took over her family business _should_ have done it.

"You know what, you're so interested in the aspect of a roller coaster, I think that we should visit a park on our own and let you have a go one. Who knows? It might be the best ride you get on this trip depending on how you behave..." A giggle could be heard from the stroller and Fer coudl only smirk in response.

DYLAN

Dylan raised a brow in question - so Fernanda never rode one either? That was somehow surprising. With the cousins and all, she figured the mermaids might have at least taken a trip to *some* theme park to ride these monstrosities.

"I'm not interested in ri-" Then the rest of the mermaid's sentence registered in her mind, leaving her - once again - somewhat speechless. The grasp this woman has on her is so unprecedented that she was thankful that Nox nor her brother was around to witness it. "You know very well that I'm not interested in the roller coaster." She cleared her throat as she continued walking.

FERNANDA

"Well, this is _your_ first time at any theme park, what _are_ you interested in...that can only be found at said theme park?" The mermaid was sure to clarify, knowing full well the can of worms she would be opening otherwise. "And don't try to be all 'above it' and claim that there's _nothing_ about Disney that you haven't been curious about, because that would be a blatant lie."

CATALINA

She peeked out of the wagon to look at the two who was blatantly flirting without caring about the world around them. However, it was indeed amusing that Dylan was behaving and getting all flustered with everything her cousin said. Who would've thought? "Dylan would probably like going to all the stores to buy merch." She voiced out before humming to think of other things, "Maybe all the shows too. Dylan would like those."

JULIAN

"Dylan would also pwababee like the games cause she's a competitive beech," piped up Julian from his own stroller. Lucky for him, Artie had made it to where the adults had already given up on reprimanding them for cursing. "Ooh, I bet she'd love to meet Awiel!"

DYLAN

The amount on self-control she had from rolling her eyes because she did not want Dee to comment on it - but of course the two younger cousins decide to 'call her out' even though she never said anything about liking Disney. "I have no idea why they'd think that - Shopping, maybe but other than that."

"I'm sorry, was the boy not clear enough?" she asked rhetorically. "Forgive him, his brain is working years ahed of what his verbal skills can do, but if you'll allow me to clarify: Julian _thinks_ that you would like the carnival style games because you are a competitve _bitch_. I'm sure he didn't specify why he _thinks_ you'd like to meet Ariel, as everyone knows she's the mermaid and well..." Dee trailed off, but the look on her face said it all.

DYLAN

The emphasis did not slip her notice but one should never challenge Dee at anything. Dee and Fernanda together was quite the force; one that had Dylan speechless most the time. Instead of digging the grave deeper than she already had. "I'm fine, not attached to an animated mermaid anyways."

Dee simply returned her attention to the two girls in her own wagon as she said, "Keep up the attitude and you're about to 'not be attached' to _any_ mermaid." There was no remote effort made to whisper the comment. Dee didn't do petty bullshit, that was for children and, apparently, spoiled rich demons who wanted to push their luck with a 'bad bitch' facade at Disney World.

CATALINA

She giggled when Aunt Dee finished what she had to say. Dylan always grew quiet whenever the older had the final say. Whomever thought the demon was scary definitely had never seen her like this. "Can we go play the games?" As mean as Dylan tried to be, Cat wanted to go somewhere she would enjoy.

ARTEMIS

Artie had done her best to keep to herself, but honestly everyone had a limit. "Cat, I wuv you. So much. You know dis...but we can't even weech the _counter_ for most games. Let awone pway dem. Dylan wikes direct and to the point, so _she_ should tell us what she wants to do."

DYLAN

With the entire family 'ganging up' on her, Dylan looked over to the eldest mermaid, hoping she'd help. It wasn't just because she didn't want to admit that there was *some* interest in walking around the park, but honestly, the demon didn't even know where to start. "..Shops sounds good."

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