#Oof... Quality went down on this

[s0ul-s1lver]

Commercial for Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky (2009)

[jyoongim]

Hear me out. I can't be the only one that wants to fuck Al's demon form. Like not just the black eyed tentacle gig, I'm talking full form like the size and all 😭 I can take it I swear, Al (narrator: she could not)

Title: A Reminder To All…

Themes: its giving monster fuc but like oof, demon!form Alastor, tentacles, established relationship, rough sex, growling, blood, possessive behavior, antlers, animalistic behaviors.

It was a rather quiet afternoon at the Hazbin Hotel.

You were up in the radio tower straightening a few things while Alastor was out doing gods know what 

You decided that since you had cleaned up most of the place that you would take a stroll through town as some down time.

You hummed a tune as you passed many sinners out and about. Your stroll led pass the digital shop. You slowed as you noticed a crowd gathered outside a Voxtech store.

There were multiple tvs playing things in the windows and what caught your attention was the deals they had going on.

You bit your lip. Oh it couldnt hurt to window shop right?

You entered and was immediately overwhelmed by all the fancy tech.

why did hell need modern tech you had no idea.

A shiny pink camera caught your attention.

And it was cheap.

You did need a new camera. It would help with advertisement and to show the progress of the hotel you thought as you happily paid for it and went about your way.

what you didn’t know was that Vox had been tracking you the moment you left the hotel.

that camera of yours was now his gateway into seeing what Alastor was up to.

Once back at the hotel you pulled out your shiny new purchase.

you turned it on and walked around filming a bit.

You checking the footage to check out the quality when you heard a record scratch

”what is that my dear?” 

You jumped at the sound of Alastor’s voice and spun around holding the camera

His eyes narrowed on it and quirked his brow at you, airing for an explanation.

”Well Al I-I just thought that the hotel could use a camera to help with promoting. We can record our progress. Now you don’t have to do all the work.” You said with a nervous smile, hoping he wouldn’t toss it.

He walked closer to you, mainly keeping his eyes on the tech.

”and where did you get such a frivolous thing?” 

you gulped “At the v-voxtech store”

His ever-present smile tightened before he shrugged “fine if you think it’ll help”

you breathed a sigh of relief and happily went about your way testing it out.

Unaware of the growing shadows emitting from him.

after spending a few hours getting the hang of your new device, you decided to call it a night and put your camera on your nightstand as you got ready for bed.

You shivered slightly under your cover, grumbling you furrowed further to seek some warmth.

why the hell was it so cold?

you shifted again in bed to feel a heavy weight on top of you.

your eyes flew open and you were met with a very frightening sight.

Alastor.

In his demon form.

Your breath got caught in your throat “A-Al?”

He tilted his head, smile wide and sharp “Sleeping well my dear?” His voice was staticky and distorted.

you were so confused.

you hardly EVER saw Alastor upset, especially to the point were he was in his demon form.

“Why is that in your room dear?” He hissed out, jutting his chin to your camera.

You tilted your head confused at his question.

he was angry about a damn camera?

A clawed hand was at your throat.

”I allow many things dear, but this unattractive piece of scrap in your room? That is where I draw the line”

You let out a squeak as your clothes suddenly disappeared and covers ripped away.

”A-Al?!”

Your hands were quickly restrained by his shadows and your legs were spreaded to welcome him closer.

when the hell did he undress?

You felt the faint ghost touch of a tentacle slide against your cunt, teasing your clit. You let out a soft moan.

”Already soaking dearest?” He hummed amused.

You felt the weight of his dick slap against your cunt.

your eyes widened he wasn’t going to…

”Alastor w-wait! I c-can’t!”

A long tongue sweated the side of your face

”But you will darling” and with that he slammed into you.

Your body seized at the sudden intrusion. You let out a cry that was silenced by a tentacle wrapping around your mouth.

Alastor rutted into you, growling and snarling.

Your eyes faintly drifted to the camera by your bed.

A blinking red dot turned on and off.

Alastor gave you a rather harsh thrust.

”eyes on me dear”

you whined loudly, trying to shift your body to accommodate to his harsh thrusting. Your eyes drifted to the top of his head.

Antlers.

you felt your fingers itch with the need to find purchase on them.

you gave a tug at the shadows and huffed, making little grabbing motions hoping he would get the hint.

he granted you grace and your hands immediately flew to his antlers.

He let outa low growl and sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

With his dick hitting that delious spot inside you, you could feel him bottoming out.

You were flipped onto your stomach, facing the camera.

the shadow around your mouth disappeared and a claw hand found your tongue.

”put on a show Mon cher” You felt him flush against you.

Moans and whines filled the room as he  pounded your cunt.

A high pitch whine left your throat as you felt your cunt clench around him.

you were gonna cum soon.

”A-Al-la-stor Ah!” Your eyes crossed as your body tensed and twitched from your orgasm. He let out a deep growl and quickened his pace.

Did he get bigger?

you were suddenly face to face with him.

Your noses brushing against each other as he sought after his own release.

Your arms wrapped around his elongated neck and a hand found one of his ears.

you tugged.

Static ran through your body as he slapped his lips on yours and slammed his hips into you, purring as he filled you with his cum.

you whimpered as your legs were finally released and dropped.

Alastor was breathing heavy as he reached over to the camera

”hope you enjoyed the show old pal” he laughed before destroying the camera.

you were drifting to sleep as you watched him transform back to normal.

”sleep well my dear” was the last thing you heard as he tucked you into his side, humming a soft tune with a wide smile.

He gave a reminder.

Dont fuck with the Radio Demon.

[kozachenko]

[Click image for better quality]

I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO FUCKING MAKE THE IMAGE SMALLER FOR POSTING ON TUMBLR WITHOUT SACRIFICING THE ACTUAL QUALITY OF THE IMAGE OH MY GOD

Ok so, what I did is go into the clip studio paint file, make a new file, copy and paste the group in the original file, merge everything, get rid of the extra stuff outside of the canvas, and then make the flattened image smaller and crop the canvas. Once you have that, export it and you're done. This helps maintain the actual quality of the image and also helps shrink the file size down to something actually postable (if anyone has a better way of doing this please tell me)

[Edit]: Ok I guess posting something to Tumblr just naturally compresses the image a bit more somehow because I'm looking at it now and zooming in too much makes it a bit blurry so I'm still gonna have to futz around with image quality for future pieces oof

Artist's Note:

I'm so glad I figured out a way to do this because I like working on a big canvas so I can get as much detail in as I possibly can. Only problems are how laggy it gets while drawing lol.

I had an idea for a drawing with Reimu and Zanmu because I really like thinking about their potential dynamic a lot. I also wanted an excuse to draw Zanmu again but in my normal rendering style because last time I drew her she was in my more sketchy style with generally flat colours so I wanted to draw her again. Speaking of, looking at the sketch for this is a jumpscare that I never enjoy seeing, like, man am I glad I didn't use those for my final piece.

Also about her spear. I was originally gonna make it like the ones she had in game, but it kinda threw off the whole piece. It was too big, too blue, and too flat, so I just went "fuck it" and gave her a different one instead. My headcanon justifying this is that the ones she uses in game are for danmaku battles whereas in any other fight she just uses a proper yari, or she still uses the yari and just makes it all glowy to power it up, maybe both lol. I pulled as much inspiration as I could from Sengoku era spears, and even put in some blue into the decorative part of the spear and also added a little skull to pay tribute to the original spear. Also, in my research I saw some art of izanami and izanagi making japan and saw that the yari izanagi has had a little decorative tassley thingy on it so I took some inspo from that and just made it one of Zanmu's tassles (Idk when that art was from or if the spear was still accurate to Sengoku period Japan but hey, probably the same reasons Eirin puts little bow ties on her arrows, it's just for personalization purposes).

I love rendering hair and clothes so much omg, while I like the super curly hair Zanmu, the longer, wavier hair suits her better for this drawing (I imagine it only does that like how Ghibli characters hair moves when they feel angry lol). I love making Zanmu's hair all messy and crazy, as well as giving her grey hairs, this woman has aged like a fine wine. Also, if the hem on the ends of her sleeves, top of her shirt, and her pants look like gold to you, that's because it is! It's fairly light so she's not collapsing under the weight, but it's gold! (I don't care how impractical it is, it's just cool). Not the undershirt though, it's made of a gold fabric. I had a cute idea with Reimu's hair to make it have a red shine to it. I also changed up Reimu's outfit so it isn't just a blob of red. I like it a lot when Reimu's skirt and outfit is segmented into different layers, so I wanted to incorporate that.

I tried to draw their hands differently as well, but IDK how noticeable that is. Also, I am super happy with how the side profiles for the two of them turned out, I used to struggle a lot with how to make the side profile of a character actually look like the character, so I'm really happy that they actually look like themselves.

Also added in the tree and rocks in the background as an homage to Zanmu's character art in Touhou 19, just because I was getting kinda stumped on what to do with the background lol.

In terms of a story idea with Reimu and Zanmu, idk why but the potential plotline of Zanmu wanting to ascend to godhood is so fascinating to me. Like, it is very possible that if she just convinced everyone she was a god (which would be very easy for her to do), she would become one in a heartbeat. Also, if she were to become a god, with her ability to return stuff to nothing, could she hypothetically get similar abilities to (Jojo Part 5 spoiler btw) GER? Like, idk about the death timeloop stuff, but the concept has been haunting me every night as I have been trying to find loopholes in GER's ability for a while now ( for no reason in particular). Back to the main topic, I imagine that she would probably tell Reimu that if she were to become a god she would take over the Hakurei shrine since the god there might as well be dead, and Reimu just says to her, "Over my dead body bitch." Like, I have no idea how to summarize their dynamic but like, it's the type of hero-villain dynamic where the phrase "We're not so different, you and I" would definitely be a phrase said during a fight. I think that if another IN style game were to release, Reimu and Zanmu would be in a team together. They could also have an interesting mentor and pupil kind of dynamic. Can you tell that Zanmu has been charging my mind rent these part few months? Like, instead of living in my head rent free, she kinda just uno reversed the whole situation and now she's the one charging me rent. What happens if I get evicted from my own brain? Actually, scratch that, I don't think I wanna know.

[faru-itsok]

Wellp

I have seen absolutely no one talking about the new Magic Kaito leaks and how cute Aoko looks!

So here you go my Magic Kaito loving people

Shall i bring you an Aoko that, by what my low quality translator app says, is mad that Kid is “using Kaito’s voice again” and a Kaito that is having a flashback to his traumatic experience where he tried to impress Aoko and his mother with a trick and Midoriko went and ruined it for a literal Child XD

I swear the only parent that i genuinely like at this point is Inspector Ginzo Nakamori😅🤦🏻‍♀️

Also, i may be a bit mad at her but that panel where she is looking at the computer?

Oof Midoriko looks so nice!

Enjoy!

(There are some leaks down here⬇️)

[xxxdegenerate]

You're in need of something to write?!

I HAVE SOMETHING (if you want, that is)

Luffy. Ok? Luffy with an female reader who is nothing but kind, funny, gentle and an absolute sweetheart, like, she shares her food with him, joins in on play, is there for everyone, helping stuff-you get the Deal.

Everyone believes she can't get mad. Like they never seen her mad. That is until the Marines makes fun of her weak friends or laugh at them she can AND WILL take down an entire fleet of Marines, no matter how strong 🤣

HOLY SHIT okay bet 🥴 this will be interesting

Luffy X Reader

❥note ;; its late! but i really wanted to do this!

❥tw ;; reader will go ape shit, fighting, cursing. // not proofread

You were the nicest out of the straw hats. The kindest soul, never did anything to piss off anyone. You didn’t necessarily like to fight, but if it was needed it was needed.

You took care of everyone. Nami always joked about how you’re the ‘mother’ of the group. You were there to help in the kitchen with Sanji, or even Chopper on the clinic. You watered Nami’s tangerines whenever she was stressed about the other straw hats. Or running around with Usopp and his weird inventions. You get gist.

Although, particularly with Luffy. You were extra soft and patient. He was crazy in your eyes, but that didn’t stop him from melting your heart. You shared food with him, just to see his eyes light up and the corner of his mouth to turn upwards. Even when Sanji told him to stop sneaking food, you would secretly take some and give it to him later that day.

No one wanted to ever harm you, knowing if Luffy was pissed it would be the end for them. You went along with his shenanigans, being there for him whenever you could. Even though he didn’t show it often, he could get stressed. But a nice nap on the side of the boat in the sun together always fixed it!

Now, being BEYOND nice had its perks. But what if you snapped?

It was a warm day on the sunny. Everyone sat around in peaceful silence; despite Usopp, chopper, and Luffy running around. And Nami yelling at them to be quiet. It was peaceful.

Before a marine ship decided to pop up and ruin that.

You were in the middle of it all. Having a heated yelling battle with the marine captain was not fun. You were started to get heated at all of the insults that were said. And you don’t know why.

“You need to calm down lady! All of your friends are pirates! And so are you! Just a bunch of lowlifes.” The captain yelled over at you.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth!” You were attempting to cross over towards the other ship. Not having any devil fruit or any particular qualities, it was rather difficult.

“Your captain is a loser! A fake! He won’t get anywhere!” Luffy, occupied with another member did not hear this. You fumed. The rest of the crew were struggling. Usopp was running out of ideas, and Chopper was hiding behind Zoro.

“My captain happens to be the best out there!” Using your hands to cup over your mouth and shout back. Tears welting up in your eyes. You were frustrated.

“Wahh wahh little girl! That’s why he can’t even beat my strongest member! The whole crew is. nothing but weak!“ Noticing Luffy, who was just laughing and having fun, had no affect to this. So why did you care so damn much?

“What’s it to you? You don’t know any of us!” You glared at the man across from you, you wanted to just wipe that smug smirk off of his lips.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it?” Your heart was pumping. You climbed the ropes and landed on the opposite ship. “Y/n! Watch out!”

Luffy had called out to you. You whip your head around and see him toppled over by a marine guard. Oof that’s got to hurt.

You knew he was capable of taking care of himself so you turn back. You had someone to deal with.

You begin to trek towards the captain who held up his hands in a fighting position. Suddenly another marine came over and interrupted your fight. You bellowed. “Get off of me prick!” You punched the guy and he went skidding across the ship.

“So feisty. Are you mad I’m bullying your crew? Your weak weak friends.” You turned towards the guy. He was laughing. Oh how you wanted to slam his face into the floorboards. You run at him with all of your might. He dodged. “Ooiii! Y/n!” You heard from above.

You look up and see Luffy fly past you and into a wall. “See he can’t even do anything right.” The marine captain laughed in your face.

You snapped.

Something inside of you broke. Maybe it was from being nice all of the time, but you had so much hate in you. Your chest burned with rage. You ran at the captain, throwing the various marines that ran at you, overboard.

The other crew members watched in awe. They have never seen you this angry. Nor have they seen you ever really fight this hard. You caused explosions! Throwing whatever was in your way.

“Don’t. Say. That. About. Luffy.” You punched the captain repeatedly in the face. “Y/n!” A giggly voice said, pulling you out of the rage that consumed you.

“Luffy?” He smiled and waved at you. Distracting you.

The captain had picked you up and threw you overboard. You closed your eyes and braced for impact when you were suddenly pulled the opposite way.

“AHHH!”

You opened your eyes and noticed you were pulled against Luffys chest. He smiled widely at you as the two of you swung back towards your own ship. You wrapped your arms around him. “Luffy! I’m not finished!” You huffed. Trying to get out of his grip, not caring if you fall again.

He said nothing as you held on. He knew you were mad, he heard what was said, but didn’t think much of it, or why you even got so mad. “Luffy! Let me at that bitch of a man!!” Despite your protests he held on tight before setting you down next to Zoro, and going back to beat the rest up.

After the fight, you were still mad. You sat in the clinic in silence. Chopper took notice of this and decided to question. “You were very reckless out there today Y/n.” He started wrapping a bandage around your arm.

“Yeah.” You said coldly before softening after seeing Choppers face. “I just don’t want you guys to get hurt..or for people to say mean things..” Chopper hugged you tightly.

The door creaks open and Luffy walked in. Chopper excuses himself out seeing Luffys serious expression. Sitting next to you on the bed the two of you sat in silence before he suddenly embraced you. “Luffy?” Your face lit up with shock. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You tried to look at him to inspect.

He grabs your shoulders, holding you still and looks into your eyes. You were scared, he never was this serious. He looked worried..?

“Luffy..?”

“Don’t. Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever get hurt again.” Luffy didn’t know the feeling in his chest he felt earlier on. When he brought you towards Zoro. His whole chest pounded in a anxious fear. After speaking to Nami about it, he came to you right away.

“Please.”

You hugged him once again, wrapping your arms around his waist and shoving your face in his chest. “You need to be careful too. You may be super strong, but but you can still get hurt!” You scolded. “You can’t just make me worry! Everyone calls you weak and i don’t like that because you aren’t!”

He laughs, breaking you out of your rant. His smile is back. “I promise!” You knew he meant it. But you also knew that he wouldn’t be at the same time. He was reckless. That’s who he was. He would protect everyone. Including you.

[bellyasks]

hello! inflation anon here! i actually have a non inflation request this time! crazy i know!

could i request some comfort dialogue/prompts for someone who clearly went over their limit but decided to go for it and finish the food they had? i hope you are having a good day/night as usual :D

scenarios AND dialogue for this one bc its just so good

Your character's friend/partner lovingly made them a big dinner for some special occasion. Unable to quit both due to the quality of the food and the feeling of obligation to appreciate the other's cooking, they wind up eating far more than they should. When the other person realizes how stuffed your character is and why, they're both amused and concerned, and they hurry your character off to a more comfortable spot for a soothing tummy rub.

Your character isn't a big eater. They're known for their tiny appetite, and their colleagues affectionately tease them for it. One day, though, for whatever reason, they completely clean their plate. The people they're eating with are astonished that your character managed to eat so much, and they playfully tease and praise them for it, doting on their bulging tummy all the while.

Your character's friend/partner loves cooking, and has requested that your character spend the day taste testing for them as they prepare for a party. It's not long before your character starts feeling full, and the other person reminds them periodically that they don't have to keep going if they don't have any space left, but your character is eager to help, and they keep on taste testing until the day's work is done. They're absolutely stuffed silly by that time, and the other person makes them a soothing cup of tea and gives them plenty of belly rubs for their hard work.

Your character is at a fair with their friend/partner, and they get some huge ridiculous snack that they spend a good while carrying around as they try to eat it. Against all odds, your character manages to finish their snack, but they're too stuffed to go any further. The other person urges them to sit down on a nearby bench and stays with them until their belly has settled enough to get up again.

Your character and their friend/partner are out on an adventure, but after they stop for something to eat, your character is so full they can barely move, let alone keep up and go on walking around. They feel bad about ruining the outing, but the other person assures them that it's fine and takes them back home so they can recover, staying with them to care for their sore tummy.

Dialogue:

"Oh, gosh, I can't believe you ate all that! Are you feeling alright?"

"You are such a sweetheart. You really like my cooking that much?"

"Oof, you really look stuffed. You take a seat, I'm gonna make you some tea."

"Aw, you didn't have to finish the whole thing! I'm glad you liked it, though!"

"Why don't you lay down for a while? Your belly's gonna need some time to settle after all that."

"Oh, jeez, your poor tummy! Come here, let me see."

"Are you alright? That was a lot for you."

"Boy, you look beached. Here, come lay with me, I'll rub your belly."

"Why don't we go back? You don't look like you're up for this right now."

"Sit down and digest a minute, we're not in a rush."

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/25/2024) Episode: Looking The Part

Luigi was practically humming with excitement as he and his family left the vision center on their way to the local big box clothing store. 

Over the years fashion had helped him reinvent himself and adjust his outlook and he was super excited to pick out some new clothes for both himself and his son to set them up for future success.

Last time he’d gone shopping Luigi had been trying to feel “young again” and look the way he thought a “hip and trendy gamer pro” should.

This time his aims were almost completely the opposite. Although still hoping to be trendy, he was now trying to emphasize his experience and status as an established veteran business professional and a (hopefully) successful videogame developer.

He tried several looks, finally settling on ditching his piercings and layering vests and scarves over tailored tees. When Noemi and Skye agreed daddy looked “super distinguished” he gave them both a kiss and said: “OK my boy, let’s see what we can find for YOU!”

Luigi and Noemi smiled when Skye started with items that emulated the styles his father had so recently picked out for himself.

“You looked so cool dad; do I look cool now too?” Skye asked shyly, emerging from the dressing room sometime later.

“Well kid,” Noemi told him “I’m impressed!” She gave Luigi’s hand a squeeze and stood up. “Since you’ve got quite a knack for this; I could use your keen eye to help me pick some new clothes to go with my new glasses. What do you say?”

In response Skye quickly spun back into his current outfit and grabbed her hand, calling out “Let’s go!” as he headed in the direction of the women’s section. Luigi smiled as he collected his sons' new clothes and headed after them. This trip certainly seemed to be working as intended!

With Skye’s help Noemi also found a few fun new looks, in her case very similar in style to what she already owned. “I just want to freshen things up a bit” she told them “Thanks for helping Skye, I love this pantsuit you found, its perfect!”

Once they checked out Luigi turned his steps towards the hair salon “new dos’ to go with our new duds – it’s a must!” he enthused. With the help of a little hair grow magic for Noemi and Luigi all three sims left the shop on their way to dinner sporting exactly the style that they’d wanted.

Sipping on his milkshake at a nearby burger joint Skye was feeling lucky. His asthma diagnosis and the need to wear glasses still worried him, but having his parents support made the future feel much more manageable.

“This burger is OK” he commented, “but not as good as the ones you make dad.” Luigi smiled “I never thought anyone would tell ME that but thank you. That’s always been my problem with restaurants, you never know what the quality is going to be like. I was spoiled at your age; my dads were amazing cooks.”

“You could tell them how to do it better.” Skye replied, making his father laugh. “Well, I certainly have some thoughts on this meal, but I’m no food critic! Maybe you could be someday though, or you could become a chef, or a professional photographer. The sky – no pun intended – is the limit!”

Back home that evening Noemi settled next to Skye at bedtime and told him “You had to deal with a lot of big, grown up, problems today. I know that wasn’t easy, and I’m so proud of you for handling everything so well. Facing your issues is always the first step to dealing with them.”

“Plus” she went on “With the inhaler to help you breathe and your new glasses to help you read, I bet school will be so much easier! Remember, if you have any trouble, you can always text or call your dad and I, anytime. We’re happy to help.”

Skye’s eyes filled with tears again, but this time he was smiling “I know – thanks mom. Goodnight”

“Oof!” Noemi said a few minutes later, flopping down onto the sofa next to her husband. “What a day!”

“Seriously!” Luigi replied, a hint of real bitterness in his voice. “It would have been rough for any sim, and our little man is more sensitive than most. Even though he made it through like a real trooper, I hate that he’s already having to deal with these kinds of issues.”

“I know” Noemi replied, hugging him tightly. “It wasn’t easy for us to watch either. You want to head to the bedroom; blow off some steam?”

For once Luigi shook his head. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to just sit here with you and start that new TV series you mentioned the other day.”

“Sure.” she said, handing him the remote with a wry grin. “We must be getting old! To be honest though I don’t mind, as long as it’s with you.”

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[leserattevirginie]

When True Night Falls by C.S. Friedman

Genre: Sci-Fantasy Star Rating: 4,25 ⭐️

Plot: ⬜️ Plot holes big enough for a herd of elephants ⬜️ I think I’ve read this before. (Unoriginal to the max.) ⬜️ No plot, just vibes ✅ Enjoyable but not super memorable. ⬜️ You have my undivided attention. ⬜️ Mind = Blown

Characters: ⬜️ Mary Sue is in the house! ⬜️ These are cardboard cut-outs. ⬜️ Good main cast, but the rest is forgettable at best. ⬜️ Generally well written. ✅ Complex ⬜️ What do you mean characters? These feel like real people!

Personal Enjoyment: ⬜️ DNF ⬜️ Somebody free me from this hell (but also no, I won’t DNF) ⬜️ WTF did I just read??? ⬜️ I don’t like it, but I also don’t hate it. ⬜️ It’s a good book but I just never want to pick it back up. ⬜️ No strong feelings either way. ⬜️ Enjoyable read ✅ What a page turner! This is fun! ⬜️ I think I’m in love ⬜️ (new) all time favourite

World Building: ⬜️ This takes place in our world. ⬜️ Worldbuilding what worldbuilding? ⬜️ This feels like a TV set. ⬜️ Not super deep, but present. ✅ Detailed, believable. ⬜️ You bet every single ant has its own 100 page backstory!

Pacing: ⬜️ drags/is rushed in all the wrong places ⬜️ Inconsistent ⬜️ something undefinable feels off ⬜️ I don’t love it it but it fits the book perfectly. ✅ Good/no complaints ⬜️ Amazing! Could not put this down!

Writing: ⬜️ This is painful ⬜️ I’m cringing ⬜️ Not great, but not bad either. ⬜️ Neutral (Didn’t really notice.) ✅ Elegant but not overly flowery. ⬜️ So beautiful I actually stopped and noticed it. ⬜️ I’m not sure if this is just a bad translation. ⬜️ I’m not confident enough in my language skills for this language to comment on the quality of the writing.

I think this is the first series where my favourtite part is just the world itself! I certainly haven't ever enjoyed reading about fantasy-christianity before xD

Somehow this continues to be one of the gayest fantasy series I've ever read, even if it is all unintentional (how?!?!) subtext.

One burning Question I have left: does the author just hate all her female characters? Last book, Ciani was amazing, but the majority of the time the readers get to spend with her she had the personality of a wet towel. (Yes for plot reasons, and maybe only because Damien just started to see her that way, but still.) Then she regains her personality and we never see her again. This book, pretty much all named women who had more than half a page of "Screen Time" died. Jenseny was a surprise for me because I usually don't enjoy the random overpowered child who is there to further the plot, but I really liked her. And then she died. (With style, and very heroically, but still.) Which leads me to Hesseth. Justice for Hesseth, she was way too cool to go so soon! Badass explorer Rasya? Dead to make Damien and the new Patriarch sad. Even the Matrias were all burned at the stake (or worse). I think the only one who survived is the one that Gerald brings along as a snack. I can only hope that she gets the opposite character arc, and starts out as sad, scared vampire food only to become an interesting character later? Oh, and I suppose Narilka - whose great deeds amount to *checks notes* not being brutally murdered despite being pretty - is still around somewhere, hopefully living her best life.

oof this came out as more of a rant than I had anticipated 😅

I'll end this on a positive note and say that I absolutely LOVED seeing how Damien and Gerald are starting to influence each other in their actions, their little moments throughout the book were a delight. Especially that one time when they looked at a random valley and went "You know what would improve this place by 200%? HORSES." Gotta love that Gerald is pretty much evil incarnate and yet somehow such a horsegirl at the same time xD.

Oh, and the Unnamed One made me laugh. I know he probably shouldn't but here we are xD There's just something about Gerald (understandably) panicking at the end of the book, and the Big Evil Entity probably wouldn't even have noticed anything was amiss for years if it weren't for Calesta. (And even then there's that one stray thought that insists that Gerald has been doing a great job overall xD)

Oh well, that's all from me until I get the 3rd book.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Pip Turning Halloween Into A Date Night

Pip Bernadotte X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, Pip’s a flirt, suggestive themes, violence, and mentions of death

Word Count: 786

Pip Bernadotte was your boss, but he was extremely inappropriate when it came to dealing with you. A shameless flirt and too handsome for his own good, you let a lot of things slide. Though you had no qualms about decking him if his hand trailed down to far or if his flirting ever went too far. Sometimes you would give it right back, flustering him. Those were your favorite moments, leaving him absolutely stunned and a blushing mess. 

Integra had sent the Wild Geese out into the town on Halloween night. She just knew the creatures of darkness would use this night to prey upon the unsuspecting masses. Alucard was of course one of the creatures, but he was on standby in case Pip and his team couldn’t handle it. Pip laid out a map grouping his men off into different sections, but he left you to patrol by his side. You rolled your eyes but agreed. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the French man had something else in mind while everyone else worked. Maybe a vampire would bite him, he wouldn’t turn anyway. But you knew you couldn’t get that lucky.

Out in the streets, amongst the crowd of Halloween celebrators you were squished against Pip. His arm wrapped around your shoulders a cocky grin on his face.

“You know we’re supposed to be patrolling not canoodling on the sidewalk,” you growled trying to get rid of his hand only for him to squeeze tighter.

“We can do both,” he retorted, gripping you tightly.

You rolled your eyes before elbowing him in the gut. With an ‘oof’ Pip released you and you fast walked away. Of course he was able to recover quickly and stayed on your tail. Though he was slowed down by a group of women at one point. You continued to walk on while he was trapped with the flirting ladies. It didn’t take him long to make his escape and come back to your side, with a sucker between his lips instead of his normal cigarette.

“Conned yourself some candy did you?”

“I’ll have you know this was given freely chere,” he grinned popping the treat from his mouth and holding it out towards you. “Wanna lick?”

“No thanks,” you fluttered your eyelashes. “I’d rather lick the sidewalk.”

Pip’s only answer was the wiggle of his brows and licking the treat slowly. You glared stomping off, hoping to find a vampire so you could blow off some steam and curb your rage.

It didn’t take long to find a group of bloodsuckers, enjoying a Halloween treat. Pip tried to hold you back, but you were too hyped to get some hunting done, you rushed in. The French man sighed and bounded into the fray right beside you. Despite his annoying qualities you both worked well together. The fight becoming like a deadly dance where Pip seemed to lead you. It didn’t take long for the vampires to be turned into dust and you both were coated in blood. Pip grabbed your hand, giving you a twirl before he dipped you down to finish the dance.

“Only you would want to make Vampire slaying romantic on Halloween,” you scoffed.

Pip grinned, blood streaking down his face, “Of course chere. You are the most beautiful when you spill blood.” 

He helped you raise up before leaving a warm kiss on the back of your hand. There was still a lot of night left and Pip didn’t want to waste too much time dealing with vampires, he was more worried about wooing you and possibly finally getting a treat from you. His eyes watched you closely as you picked through the aftermath to see if anything worthwhile was around to find. He got under your skin, but he wanted you to know how much he honestly cared for you. He removed a cigarette from his pocket, using it to hide his grin. Puffing smoke into the air, he waved to gain your attention.

“Shall we continue,” he asked and you nodded in reply. Before you got too far ahead of him, Pip grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours. You glared at him but you didn’t pull away. Despite his annoying behavior you couldn’t hate the guy and you were glad that he was your leader, you couldn’t ask for a better one. Though he did deserve to be throat punched at times, you would refrain though as you did love Pip in your own way. You would just ease your frustration through your job instead of him. Pip tightened his grasp and lead you on through the night ready to face the dangers that lurked on that Halloween night.

[haethyre]

X-Men 97 Thoughts

My personal opinions

Okay. So I grew up with X-men The Animated Series. It was one of my fave shows. It always came on late at night on Toon Disney (at times i shouldnt have been awake LMAO) so it has a special place in my heart. I was very surprised that of all things they decided to "continue" it. So, when I heard about it, I did a full rewatch (even that ungodly last season where quality took a nosedive OOF) Anywhoo! Started and finished 97. Those who know me best know at heart I am a big OG fan of my fandoms and am trepidacious of reboots/even continuation reboots, bc lets be honest most of them are all about stomping on the source material, SO I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed Xmen 97.

You could really see how much they tried to capture the feel of the old show and the characters. The voice replacements were surprisingly well done. (i mean, Wolverine is a little off, but i'll give the guy a break its been like...28 yrs XD ) The animation looks amazing. Even if i'm taking some points off for the hair hfgjhdf haha

Now the storyline.... The elephant in the room. We all know the one. I have been a Romy fan since I was a kid and yes, when I was a young girl in Borders, I did come across the comic that showed the RoguexMagneto storyline. I hated it then and I hate it now. Its just...weird. (Again, my opinions. If you like it, power to you. Enjoy, but its not for me and this post isn't for you) but its even weirder in the show, and ill tell you why. As a Marvel comic reader, I'm well acquainted with the fact that everyone gets with everyone. That is just a trope of Marvel comics. All ships of imaginable and unimaginable proportions happen. BUT I think when doing this, they really should have thought it through a bit more in context of the show's universe alone . Bc I'll be real, if you're coming in from TAS, this kinda hits you out of nowhere. She had no form of connection with Magneto in the past show. Like....they had a makeshift funeral for him and she didn't even care. She was just worried about Gambit being stuck in space. So, their "secret" just seems so random and out of place. I do like that it was used for her to understand fully her feelings for Gambit, but man was it frustrating to see him just killed off when he was one of the best characters.(even if it was really well done and the animation, again, was amazing)

There's talk of him coming back as "Death" which is a storyline I'm not familiar with but I also heard talk of the original showrunner idealizing a timeline where Rogue and Magneto have kids....so... IDK It all just left me a bit frustrated and disheartened bc Romy was like one of my earliest ships before i knew ships were a thing. To see what happened to it made me sad, even if it could be part of a long game to get them to their HEA. (and thats always an if bc we don't know, even if the original guy isn't in charge anymore)

Other things that bugged me a little but not too much. Gonna bring up Morph. I love Morph. They were always a fave and they went through so much to finally be back on the team again. I really don't understand why they changed their character design tho? I read it was to make Morph look more like the character changeling from the comics but this is again something that doesnt make sense coming out of TAS bc Morph always had that other appearance throughout the entire show. I mean...it could have at least been explained... Also, as far as the feelings for Wolverine, i kinda found it funny XD bc in TAS, it always seemed like it was the other way around jkhfgjkdfh Wolverine was so attached to Morph and wouldn't let 'em go. That being said, I kinda wish they didn't go this route if its only meant to be unrequited and sad. AGAIN. I know. Marvel is all about unrequited drama jfhdkjfdh but hasn't Morph been through enough??? That being said, I love the ship even though I know its doomed. Wolverine is the worst person to be down bad for tho. Mans falls in love at the drop of a hat fhghdfjhsd

Other than these couple things, I really loved the show. Some people said "why are they shoving so much story into such a short amount of time" XD The storyteller in me would like to agree but i will be honest, there is nothing more like Xmen TAS than smooshed storylines jkdfhfkjds with random one-off eps in between. XD So, I was fine with it.

I liked the conclusion with Scott and Jean, as messy as it was. The family fun time was a pleasure to watch.

Xavier and Magneto. They really highlighted their messy, but still devoted relationship from the original series, so that was nice to see. I was glad to see him back in the red suit LMAO bc the one he was wearing all season was weird for me.

I loved Jubilee's journey, and it was cool that they brought Alyson Court back for that one episode.

I was very pleased overall that they didn't tone things down and since censors are different these days, they could show more stuff they couldn't in the 90s. So, I am looking forward to more seasons (and pleeeeease for the love of god give Romy back to me i am begging)

[villainsblog97]

haiii! I was hoping you could write about how would xh members react to getting headpats

OMG ABSOLUTELY!!! 🥹

Xdinary Heroes Reaction to Head Pats

Summary: How would our 6 heroes react to receiving head pats Warnings: None Scenario: Boyfriend AU, Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Disclaimer: None of the Gifs are mine, credit to original owner

Gun-il:

Gun-il was working hard on his drums

It was late at night

You walked in to the studio to the sounds of your boyfriend's drumming

As soon as he saw you

A smile pulled at his lips

You sat the bag of food down on the table and he walked over to you

You explained that the guys told you how Gun-il hadn't eaten

So you brought him some food

He sat and finally took a bite of his food

In which you rewarded him

You gently patted his head

Gun-il paused in his eating and blinked a little

"What was that for?" He laughed a little

"Just happy to see my boyfriend eating" you smiled

He laughed a little and ate some more food

"Do it again!"

Jungsu:

Jungsu was sitting in his room with some headphones on reading lyrics off a piece of paper

You could hear his powerful vocals flooding through the door

You slipped inside his room so you could hear his vocals more

God you loved his voice

You could seriously listen to his voice all day

You sat on his bed as he sat at his desk, he didn't even hear or see you come in

But then he finally felt someone else in his room

He looked over and took his headphones off with a smile

"Oh Jagiya, I didn't see you!" he laughed

You walked up to him and gently patted his head before walking away

He was quick to catch your hand and pulled you down into his lap

"What was that?"

"I was just letting you get back to work, with a good work pat" you smiled

"Well, do it more often okay?"

Gaon:

Jiseok was having a rough day

It just felt like everything was crashing down on him

He came home and plopped down on the couch

You looked over and smiled a little

"You Okay Jiseok?"

"No..." he sighed

He went on to tell you about his bad day

He tripped over the cord of his guitar and almost broke his guitar

The string on his guitar broke

And he spilled coffee on one of his favorite shirts

"I'm a curse Jagiya!" he whined as he fell over on your lap

You laughed a little

"You are not a curse Kwak Jiseok!"

You told him to change and you would wash the coffee spill out of his shirt

He did what you told him and when he came out you gave his head a little pat

He blinked for a second but then smiled

"Do it again!" he smiled as he lowered his head to you

You giggled and patted his head again

O.de:

Seungmin decided to take you with him to one of the photoshoots him and his band were doing

He had such an aura to him

He literally glowed under those studio lights

He would occasionally look over at you

(probably like in the gif)

(oof)

Your face blushed bright red

When the cameras finally stopped flashing

The camera crew called the next member

Seungmin came over to you

A proud smile on his face as he asked you how he did

You smiled and patted his head in response

He laughed a little and hugged you from behind

"Did you just pat my head?"

"Yes because you did so good" you giggled

He kissed your cheek, making all the other members groan

Jun Han:

Hyeongjun was spending some quality time with you

You had your guitar out

Playing random tunes

"What was that one Jun?"

He thought about it and smiled

"Easy, Hello Jude, from The Beatles"

"Okay okay..."

You played another song

"Jagi come on, give me a challenge... Poison, Talk Dirty to Me"

You smiled and decided to play a fast tune

"Ah my favorite! Thunderstruck, ACDC!"

You smiled and patted his head

"Good Job Jun!"

He froze for a second

"Jagiya... did you just... uh... pat my head?"

"Yes, you got it right"

He blushed a little and laughed

"Uh... okay"

You played another song for him

"I Love Rock N Roll, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts!"

"Good Job!"

"What no head pat?" he pouted

Jooyeon:

Jooyeon was lost in his video game he was playing

You came in and sat down in his lap

He adjusted himself to make you comfy while he continued to play his game

You watched and would occasionally give him little cheek kisses and sometimes he would turn for an actual kiss

You'd giggle and grant his wish

You cheered him on as he was taking on a boss he'd been stuck on for a few weeks now

You cheered as the boss's HP dropped lower and lower

Finally Jooyeon had beaten the boss

You both threw your arms up as you roared in excitement

He leaned towards you and patted his head

"Good job baby!" you smiled

He stopped in his celebration and looked at you

"What was that?"

"What?"

"You just patted my head"

"Yeah you won! you did good!" You laughed as you got up

He caught your arm and pulled you back into his lap

"The head pat was cute, but that wasn't the reward I was wanting" he smiled at you as he leaned in to get another long awaited kiss

[memo-blogs]

Here With Me (Part II)

Part I Pairing: Spawn Astarion x female Durge Tav

Tags: NSFW, angst, fluff, processing trauma, a trauma flashback, choking, questionable sex that turns into not-so-questionable sex?, oral, light hints at dom-sub stuff, hints at Tav being bratty - it's a wild ride but ultimately kinda wholesome??

Summary: In part 1 Tav said to stop and walked away from Astarion and sexy times because he wasn't all there, and Astarion tries to push past his traumas too fast, resulting in some icky bedroom things that Tav manages to navigate into not so icky but very fun fun bedroom things. In short, Astarion takes some babysteps in being present and enjoying bedroom time. :D

A/N: This is a three-parter series where things are oof before they get nice and spicy. Still waiting on my AO3 account, who knew you had to queue for one for like 2 weeks!? If and when I get one, there is spicier than Tumblr allows fanart inspired by this fic available, huhu. Hope you like! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I love you” Tav repeated. “And I can’t do this when it feels like you’re still letting yourself be used.” She put on a nightgown and walked towards the door, stealing one last tearful glance at her vampire companion. “It hurts us both when you do.” And with that, she left. Quietly, Astarion closed the bedroom door behind Tav. He walked up to their shared, empty bed. Suddenly he grabbed a pillow and, screaming, flung it at the wall. He collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

“Where do you go, when we make love?” Her words haunted him.

“Why do you perform like this is a duty where you try to be as little a part of it as you can?”

“I cannot bear the thought of making you please me. I had hoped I was your equal. Your lover.” “I can’t do this anymore, Astarion.”He hated how sharp she was. Hated it, and also loved her so very much for it. She was right, and he knew she was. He had just hoped maybe, just maybe she hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t commented on his lack of presence in a long time… if he was being honest to himself, he had been a little disappointed, thinking she neither noticed or cared. But how could he demand she would, when no one else ever had? She had clocked it the first time they made love. Asked him where he went – he had given his usual charming lies, and they both left it at that. Now that he thought back, Astarion had seen her looking at him, especially during their intimate moments, as if with a sad question in her eyes. And, like a coward, he had run away from that look. Just like he had run away from what he had to do to survive. He sat on his knees, staring at their bedroom floor for a long time, reminiscing how he needed to escape to not go insane when he was still enslaved to Cazador. He wept at all the innocent people he had lured to their demise with his sweet lies and empty promises. To angrily claim he didn’t care was another lie to protect his heart. Tav’s mournful face swam back into the forefront of his thoughts. 

“Am I someone you need to forget?”The question itself was almost unbearable. In his 200 years of existence, Tav was the first one to truly see him. The one who saved him, the one who had loved him with all his good and bad qualities. Of course she noticed he faded away during sex. Astarion felt a tear roll down his cheek again. Of course she would care.. and want him to be there. But what if he couldn’t do it? Break down these walls he’d built to protect himself for so many years. Would Tav leave? The thought made Astarion feel afraid, and alone. He wasn’t used to feeling this exposed. He began to walk around as he reasoned with himself. Tav would not leave him over this, but it would make her sad. She was already so very sad. He loathed her being sad. But she was right to ask – and that was the impetus here; she had asked, not demanded. She had never made him do a thing. So whatever was happening now, he was doing to them both. Didn’t Astarion want to be present with Tav? I mean, why wouldn’t he? Now that he thought of it, it felt… well, ridiculous. Of course he wanted to be with Tav more than anything. To be closer to her, to feel her. Without thinking, he had wandered through their home, finding Tav sleeping on their living room couch. She was crying in her sleep. He looked at her and his heart ached. All this time with her, and she had seen him. Accepted him as he was, at his lowest, weakest. At his worst. She had given everything to him. She saw him, she looked at him with a love so complete it made Astarion dizzy… while he held back and escaped. He was like a shadow escaping the sun. Too afraid to be present in the bedroom, of all places. The one place where he had held some sort of dominion for so long. It hurt to admit. He quietly knelt beside his sleeping Tav, and gently dried her tears. “I had hoped I was your equal.”He hadn’t realized how little he actually gave her, or how hard this was for him. Astarion gingerly stroked Tav’s hair. She seemed to sleep easier, being cared for. Astarion found himself smiling. Gods, how beautiful she was. How easily she seemed to love. He kissed her forehead. “You’re right, you know. I’m so sorry love… you deserve better”, he whispered to the night, not expecting her to hear in her sleep. He wasn’t sure how, but he was going to make this up to her. He got up to leave, when he felt a gentle tug on his robe. “Hey”, Tav whispered. 

He turned back around, heart racing. “Hello love.” “You okay?” “I – well, no. Or I don’t know.” Astarion sat next to Tav on the sofa. There was a heavy silence as both waited for the other. Astarion finally broke the silence with “I’m sorry.” “I heard”, Tav replied. “So, what now?” “Ah, well… I suppose we try again and this time, I do it right… right? I’ll be honest darling, I feel utterly lost at sea. I feel… vulnerable.” Astarion couldn’t even look at her, but he did want to make an effort. He felt a wave of comfort wash over him when Tav leaned next to him, pulling his arm into a hug. “It’s okay. We have our entire lives ahead of us, and we can take it slow. One step at a time, you know? It doesn’t have to happen right away.” “I do want to try. So how would I… how does this work?” Tav couldn’t help herself, and she laughed. “Are you telling me you, Astarion, prince of the night and the doom of many a lonely being looking for love, are at a loss how to proceed?” “Laugh all you’d like.. I know how to flirt with you and how to pleasure you, but...” He paused to look for the words. “I’ve never been with anyone in a way where I uh… gave myself to them.” He looked at her, feeling oddly shy. “Not in the way you’re asking me to.” Momentarily the truth of Astarion’s life pained her, but then Tav smiled. “Oh, so am I to be your first?” She mimicked his mannerisms, twirling her hand. “I’m honoured.” She kissed him. “It’s easier than you think, don’t worry.” Tav held his hands. “Think of me. Of what you love about me, of the things that make you desire me. And know you can have me…” She leaned in to Astarion’s ear and gave it a nibble. “...And have your way with me.”

Astarion felt a rush of arousal. “Are you sure?” Tav nodded, her robe conveniently sliding off one shoulder and showing her deliciously freckled skin. Time stood still as Astarion hesitated. Then, he lunged at her. His kisses were forceful, and his hands wandered up and down Tav hungrily. She gave a surprised moan, but caressed his back encouragingly. They both disrobed entirely while at it. He paused to look at Tav who looked right back at him. They were both breathing heavily. He didn’t know what he saw in Tav’s eyes but looking at her was… he felt scared he was losing control. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He grabbed Tav’s throat. She gasped but didn’t resist. He pushed her down into the sofa and pushed his tongue in her mouth. He felt her respond to him, ever so softly. He pulled away from the kiss with a growl, using his hand to find her breast to squeeze. She moaned and bucked slightly, but he didn’t linger. His hand was sliding downwards already. “My, my,” he remarked when he felt her wetness. “I’m flattered, darling.” He did not waste time but lifted Tav’s hips up and pushed inside. She gasped and looked at him, bewildered. But also with absolute… what was that in her eyes? It scared Astarion to look at. He put both his hands on her hips and thrust himself into her violently.

He thrust again. A moan, almost pained. The boy was young, and youth in general is pretty. It was a small comfort - Cazador had been particularly angry with him that night. He knew he had to hurry with this boy, and bring him back to his master… but the art of seduction was the only good part of his existence, and he wished to linger, just a while longer. He pulled on the lad’s hair, angrily pounding away, hoping for a moment of release, of comfort, of a good feeling, before he had to return to Cazador’s palace, his prison, the rats, the disgusting rats… if he would even be allowed to feed. He put his hands on the boy’s throat as he kept thrusting. Did he wish to drink the boy, or to strangle Cazador? Maybe both. Maybe - “A-astarion...” Tav wheezed. Astarion felt himself waking. What happened? He saw Tav’s hand on his arm, softly caressing him. He saw himself, on top of Tav, both his hands around her throat. Too tightly. She was having trouble breathing. He was inside her but it… it felt… wrong. This wasn’t what he wanted. He had vanished, again. Not away to something more pleasant, but to one of his many, many victims. He had been so afraid to lose control, to lose his power… to be vulnerable that he had… he let go of Tav’s throat as if it burned. “I-I, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I -” Suddenly he was embraced. Tav was kissing him, long, gentle, reassuring. She was sitting on top of him, in his arms, her arms caressing his back comfortingly – and she gave a small squeeze to his member, as he was still inside of her. “Shh”, she said. “I’m okay. We’re okay.” Tav smiled at her. “Bhaalspawn, remember? I've been through worse, and I’m practically the expert on losing your mind. I pulled you out of it.”  She held his face and pulled him into another soft, loving kiss. “You’re safe with me. I will never hurt you. You didn’t hurt me.” She danced slowly back and forth on top of him and he felt close to losing his mind with how good she felt. She leaned back down onto the sofa, still coaxing him to move, to do as he pleased while rocking back and forth around his dick. “Please don’t go. Whatever you want to do, do it here with me. See me… please.” She looked desperate, almost. “Show me what you would like. What would make you stay?” He felt stupid. Just like an utter idiot – he shouldn’t have rushed this. But gods above, did he want this. And gods below, was it terrifying. He was standing at the threshold of a door he had held shut for as long as he could remember, one of the very few sanctuaries he had had in his past. But that was in the past. He was here now, with Tav, and… she was right. He knew she was. He felt it in his entire being that she was. Unsure, he looked into her eyes and saw nothing but love and the thing that had felt painful – trust. He had used and abused trust so many times, it terrified him to... trust, as he knew very well how easy it was to abuse. This was Tav though. He met her gaze, and smiled. Suddenly, it was as easy as breathing. He crouched over Tav and leaned in for a kiss. It was long, exploratory – as if he was reaffirming their feelings for one another. All he found was love. He could taste it on her tongue, feel it in the softness of her lips. He gave her a playful bite on her lip and Tav giggled. He pulled out of her and sat. “Anything I want?” He asked.Tav nodded eagerly in response. He pointed to the floor in front of him. “On. Your. Knees.” Tav got up from the sofa and obliged, settling on her knees in front of Astarion. She was practically giddy to be given commands, and Astarion found himself having power without any of the ick of using someone attached. He leaned closer to Tav, showing a toothy grin while he uttered: “I wish… to be drunk.”

Tav looked at his still very much hard cock, and smiled. So far, Astarion had always pleasured her – she had been too shy to ask, and he had never asked her to please him. But secretly, she had always wanted to taste him. She traced her hand up and down his dick. She was absolutely entranced by every little twitch she managed to elicit from him while exploring. He seemed especially sensitive at the tip, which was softer than the shaft to the touch. She leaned in and kissed it, and heard Astarion sigh in delight. She used her hand to rub his length, while using her mouth on his tip. She felt more aroused to taste herself on him; a reminder of what they were just doing, and what they might be doing again. She softly wrapped her entire mouth around his cock, feeling around with her tongue. “Oh gods, yes darling”, she heard him mutter.

Tav couldn’t remember much after that. She was so deeply focused on playing with Astarion that she swam back to a form of consciousness only when he panted out; “I’m going to come”. She took him out of her mouth, still using her hands to gently play with the now erratically bucking Astarion. “How do you want to do this?” she asked, smiling in a way that would put any devil to shame. “Drink me!” he rasped, on the verge.

She smiled and plunged again with a vigor Astarion didn’t know she had in her. He had felt the climax ebbing away when she slowed down to ask, but now it rose again with a vengeance. It was all too much, her hands her mouth her lips her tongue and how she was pulling him towards her. He came with a moan and shot inside of her. Slowly, he pulsed the last of himself inside her. He flinched, feeling overly sensitive when she gently slid her mouth off of him. While maintaining eye contact, she swallowed. Part of his seed was dripping down the corner of her mouth. Apparently his load was too much to contain. She smirked and showed him her tongue. He was impressed, amazed and so in love with her. He pulled her up from the floor into a kiss. “That” he said breathlessly, “was a lot of fun.”

“See what happens when you’re with me?”

“Alright alright. You don’t need to harp on about how infuriatingly right you were.”

“The only thing hard about it, was you.” Tav said and playfully poked his penis. Astarion laughed and held his darling. “No, truth be told, that was one of the scariest things I have done in my life, and I’ve fought a Netherbrain… but who knew facing your fears could be so utterly delicious.”

[allegra-writes]

"The Lesson"

Claimed series Part V

Armand x Daniel Molloy

NSFW

Warnings: Oof, let's see. Somnophilia, non-con elements, minor character death. I mean it, Daniel and Armand basically molest a sleeping or otherwise unable to consent woman, literally consume her as a meal and then proceed to get hot and heavy right next to her corpse. It is pretty misogynistic and I felt very uncomfortable writing it at times, but there is a plot reason for things to unfold the way they do this chapter. However, if any of this themes makes you uncomfortable, please do not read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

They came in through the window, like the nightmare creatures they both were now. Armand first, of course, Daniel was still as clumsy as a newborn calf taking its first steps on a barn floor when it came to the flying gift, so naturally, his maker was already leaning over the sleeping figure by the time he made it into the room.

It was a nice room, with cream-colored walls and a narrow single bed covered in a deep midnight blue comforter. The closet, bedside table, and small desk were also painted white, to imitate a set, but upon closer inspection, Daniel could see the different styles and materials. Still, the mismatched furniture didn’t take away from the charm of the small space, if anything, it gave a kind of whimsical quality to it. There were makeup tubes and hair pins strewn among old notebooks, a colorful scarf on the back of a chair alongside a maid uniform, evidence of an ordinary, inconsequential life being lived. If life was ever inconsequential, Daniel mused as he examined the rare black orchid plant kept on a faux antique ceramic mug, the titles of the few books in a language he could speak: Radcliffe, Poe, Shelley. He could see what Armand had meant back down the street when he had first caught whiff of the girl, half in love with death indeed.

“Daniel,” Armand’s voice cut through his reverie, “quit your delaying”

Right. They were there because of him, after all.

“Beloved, you need to feed” The older vampire’s tone softened as Daniel reached him, “and I chose her just for you”

And wasn’t that just a whole other level of fucked-up, not only Armand’s words but also the way they affected Daniel, warming him up inside the way only a youthful-looking vampire with cooper eyes and coal-black curls who ordered the entire menu of a fancy restaurant for him, or brought home emeralds and sapphires the size of his thumb because they reminded him of his eyes could? But he was too old now, wasn’t he? To try and pretend to be at war with himself. The very least he could do was refuse to be a hypocrite and admit that, when it came to Armand, all his morals, all his idealism, all the equality and human rights he had fought so hard for his entire career, simply flew out the window. What did those matter anyway, when he wasn’t human anymore?

As in a trance, Daniel walked ahead to meet his would-be-prey.

She was lovely. Long brown hair spread on white pillows, older than his daughters -thank god for the small mercies- and paler too, all milky skin so thin he could see the veins running under it, a web of blue and purple strings pulsing with life and heat. Daniel’s throat went dry, the hollow inside his stomach growing deep and black and endless. He felt lightheaded, the weak, slow beat of his own heart reverberating in his ears. Reluctantly, Daniel had to admit to the hunger.

“She’s beautiful”

“She’s perfect” Armand corrected, as if offended by the imaginary implications that he would pick anything less than top quality for his fledgling. Daniel realized she truly was, the shape of her voluptuous and undeniably seductive under the light sheets, enticing in her trusting, helpless sleep. Was this how Armand had felt looking at Daniel? All those nights, so many years ago, when he would wake up to his demonic lover’s weight on top of him, buried fangs deep, cock deep inside of him? Had he looked like this, so innocent, so defenseless, so ripe for the taking?

The girl’s eyes fluttered underneath her eyelids, stirring under Daniel’s gaze as if even in her unconscious state she was aware of the danger. But the soft stroking of Armand’s knuckles against her cheek was all it took for her to settle again, relaxing into the mattress, lips parting as she sighed in contentment.

Armand leaned to place a chaste, almost sweet kiss on her forehead.

"Come nearer, beloved," his maker commanded, hands never stopping their gentle stroking of that warm, pink skin, "focus your attention on her. Can you hear it? Do you feel it?"

It wasn’t hard, to find her heartbeat and let it capture him. To let the half-formed whispers from her mind reach his, even in her sleep, her melancholy, her sadness, her indefinable longing.

“She yearns for it, the rapture, the embrace, something she has only but glimpsed in her dreams, but has slipped from her like water through her fingers,” Armand explained, “yet she knows it exists… Wouldn’t it be cruel, Daniel? To allow her to go on without it, bereft in the isolating wasteland of modern existence, unsatisfied, victim of brute men and their rough deceivings, abusing of her passion and neglecting her?”

If Armand expected a reply, he was left wanting it. Daniel was incapable of replying, mesmerized as he was by the graceful movements of his maker’s hands as it glided over the sleeping beauty in his arms, tossing aside sheets, pushing up her sleeping shirt, uncovering more and more skin as it went.

“Our embrace, my beautiful boy, can penetrate that isolation, can delve into the root of her soul, we can give her that ecstasy she craves. It would only be fair, you see, in return for the precious elixir of her blood…”

“Return?” Daniel frowned, even as his eyes were still glued to the place Armand’s fingers were digging into the supple flesh of her inner thigh, sliding down until they could hook around her knee, parting her legs for him to see.

“Yes, Daniel, in return” He could hear the amused smile in Armand’s voice, “If you thought I brought you here to feast on her sweet, unpolluted blood and give her only darkness for all reward, you misunderstood the whole affaire”

There was a connection there, some parallel to be drawn between all those threesomes back in the seventies, letting Daniel watch Louis feed from him, and what he was proposing now, but Daniel’s mind was too muddled by hunger and desire to be able to examine it. Too far gone to even consider the ethics of what he was witnessing, as Armand popped the buttons of the girl's shirt one by one, baring full breasts and pink nipples to Daniel’s ravenous stare. Armand’s eyes were just as greedy, making sure he had all of his fledgling’s attention before lowering his head to trail open-mouthed kisses down the woman’s neck and chest, and breasts, letting his fangs nip at the delicate skin of her areola, only lapping at the drop of blood that sprung from the tiny cut once it slid down the curve of her tit. The sleeping girl arched her back, the softest of sighs leaving her mouth, and Armand rewarded her by bringing one of his hands down to tease at her covered crotch with the pad of his thumb, a wet patch quickly darkening the light cotton.

“Would you like to sample, Daniel?” The dark-haired vampire asked, the very image of sin with his blood-stained lips and naughty little smirk. Throat too dry for speech, Daniel nodded.

Instead of offering up her wrist or her neck as he expected, his maker slid his hand inside her panties. Daniel watched it move obscenely under the fabric as Armand fingered her for a few moments, before taking his hand out and offering him the glistening digits for him to suck clean.

Obediently, Daniel crawled towards him, taking the proffered fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste. It wasn't as good as blood, at least, Daniel didn't think it was. The truth was in the forty-six hours he had been a vampire, Armand’s blood was the only one he had tasted. His maker had fed, oh, he had fed plenty, it was obvious by the searing heat emanating from him and by the flush darkening his brown skin, probably sneaking out to hunt while Daniel still slept. But he had only drunk from Armand. Their time since he had first woken up as a member of the undead was spent in a feverish haze of animal, lustful sex, and little drinks from each other. Still, Daniel imagined if there was something to come even remotely close to the blood, it was this, this sweet, almost cloying nectar from their delectable little bride.

Armand smiled at him adoringly, approvingly.

“After all these years, all the distance between us… you are still my good boy, aren’t you, Daniel?”

Before any reply could take shape inside his head, the lovely beauty trapped between them woke up with a start. Daniel could feel her confusion give way to terror, and then to recognition as she took in the monstrous apparitions sharing her bed. It was a surreal thing, to be able to spy, but only partly, on the silent conversation taking place in front of him.

“It’s you, it’s really you… I dreamed of you… No, I’m not afraid… I knew you would come, I knew both of you would come”

It was her the one to initiate the kiss, even if Armand was the one to gently push her into Daniel’s arms, she was the one to part her lips and slip her tongue inside the mouth of the young immortal, moaning as she cut herself on his fang in her eagerness to taste death.

The first taste of her blood was a revelation. It was like sunshine flooding his veins, waking his senses back to life, bringing everything into an even sharper focus. Even time seemed to move slower as he departed from her candied, wet mouth and sank his fangs into her dainty little neck.

There was a struggle, at the beginning. After the initial sobering stab of white-hot pain, she twisted and scratched and beaten at Daniel’s chest with all her might, but her feeble human strength was no match for a vampire, not even one as young as Daniel was, and soon enough she gave into the swoon, letting Daniel press her close to his chest. Letting the hard pebbles of her nipples rub against him, arching her back for him as she melted into his embrace, pliant and supple again. Letting her heat warm Daniel’s lifeless body. Letting her pulse feed Daniel’s veins with every beat, letting his heart feast on her own.

He caught a glimpse of the enchanting dream Armand had woven for her, of the slightly damp moss she laid upon as a fresh breeze graced her skin, of the crickets and forest creatures serenading her to sleep under the night sky bejeweled with the stars she loved so dearly, before her mind faded completely.

“That’s enough, lover mine” Armand coaxed, voice soft but firm, “let her go, lest she drags you into that gentle goodnight with her”

Daniel found that was easier said than done. Letting go of her was as difficult as leaving a cozy bed on a cold winter morning, but Armand’s insistent hands left him no choice but to comply. A soft thumb swept over his lower lip.

“So messy…” Armand mused before licking the blood off his chin and mouth, and yes, that was the taste Daniel had craved for all this time, better than the swoon, better than the blood, the sweetest taste was his maker, his Armand. It was as easy and natural as muscle memory to pull him in on top of him and guide him to straddle his legs. Even after all those years, after all he had changed both in life and in death, Armand still fitted with him like a puzzle piece, like a perfectly tailored suit, meant just for him. It was only right, to feel Armand’s possessive touch under his t-shirt, those impossibly soft fingertips trailing his ribs one by one, the scrap of those glass-like nails sending shivers over his entire body.

Daniel’s own hands weren’t idle either, bunching up Armand’s sweater to his armpits so Daniel could suck and bite at those sensitive nipples and hear the pornographic sounds Armand always made when he focused on that particular part of his anatomy.

“Love these tits” Daniel growled low and dirty against Armand’s skin, “prettier than any girl’s”

Armand’s moan was filthy as he tugged at Daniel’s hair hard enough to rip some strands from his scalp, making him almost dizzy with want, if such a thing were possible for a creature of the night. But Armand was so fucking perfect, so hungry for it, hips rolling against Daniel’s, hands ripping his shirt off his body, Daniel couldn’t help but think, for the millionth time, he was going to be his undoing.

“Hey! I liked that t-shirt” He protested, lying through his teeth cuz the truth was he couldn’t give a crap about the old, faded, grey piece of clothing. He simply wanted to hear Armand say:

“I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you a thousand shirts just so I can tear them to shreds to unwrap you” Just like the old times, “You are my gift from Louis, my beautiful boy”

“Am I?” Daniel replied, defiant as always, “Why don’t you tie me up all tight and pretty with a bow then? What you waiting for?”

"So impertinent" Armand tsked, sliding his hand inside Daniel’s jeans in retaliation, "I would punish your insolence, but I know you'd only enjoy it"

Whatever reply hung on the tip of Daniel’s quick tongue, it was left unsaid as Armand’s fingers closed around his length.

It was still as intense, as electrifying, as debilitating as the first time. Daniel couldn’t help to throw his head back, his neck suddenly too weak to support his swooning head. Armand’s hand against his nape, however, pulled him back into place, probably so Daniel wouldn’t get a glance at the quickly cooling corpse right next to him.

“No, keep your eyes open, beloved. I want you to look” He commanded, sounding as breathless as Daniel felt. It wasn’t a hassle to obey, though, not when Armand was taking his own cock out of his pants, thick and long and pulsing with borrowed blood, Daniel couldn’t have taken his eyes off of it even if he had wanted to. And he certainly didn’t want to.

Armand spat on his hand then, nasty and vulgar, before wrapping his hand around both their members. Fingers unable to surround both girths at the same time, he started slowly pumping his hand up and down, in the rhythm that was sure to drive Daniel mad.

What the technique might have lacked in physical stimulation, more than made up for in visuals, the image of Armand’s cock pressed against his, longer, leaking all over his, the contrast of his bronze skin against his, stone white and washed out, they way it seemed to grow and fill even more before his eyes, the way the veins popped…

“Armand…” Daniel pleaded, without knowing what for, “Need… I need”

“Yes, beloved” Armand replied, guiding Daniel’s face to his neck, “here, from my throat”

It was just what the fledgling needed, shuddering with the force of his release the very instant his maker’s blood hit his tongue.

“Yes, like that” Armand husked, the rhythm of his hand growing more and more erratic, the longer Daniel drank, “harder, take it all…”

Daniel bit down deeper, sinking his human teeth on the hard flesh, tearing muscle up, making Armand explode, copious amounts of hot fluid bathing his cock, splashing on his stomach.

He retracted his fangs then, but kept lapping at the open, messy wound with his tongue, relishing in the waves of both aftershocks combined, refusing to let the link between their minds shut down again, holding Armand’s shivering body close against his, uncaring of the mess. There was a desperation, a deep melancholy emanating from Armand’s thoughts as he came down, the same bone aching loneliness he had caught a glimpse of the very first time they had come together at that bar, eliciting the same ferocious devotion in him, and he suddenly understood…

The dance was finally over.

Daniel’s destiny had finally been fullfilled. The devil’s minion through and through, born, dead and reborn, at last reaching his final form. Forever servant and master to the ageless creature clinging to him.

Don’t let me go, it begged, don't ever let me go.

I won’t, Daniel vowed, knowing in his blood there would be no running away for him.

I won’t, a promise and a threat, I love you.

I love you, a blessing and a curse, I love you.

Forever.

Next part (back to 1973)

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Do you think Rogue Gai had one of the hardest childhoods?

I always imagined this Gai's parents were politically assassinated to send a message. Like they were blacksmith parents who were conscripted to make weapons/ armor, but the quantity/ quality that was demanded of them was too high, especially for the pay they were recieving (or not recieving. Oof.) and it ended up with them being killed, and their shop/ home being burned down for their "disobedience." Gai just BARELY managing to escape himself, but probably saw the whole thing happen.

Maybe his parents locked him in a built in cupboard that had a small secret door to the outside access in case of emergencies. Like the wall boards were able to move so he/they could have left in case of emergency. (Maybe they were already doing some rebellious stuff and used that secret entrence to let people hide from law enforcement, but how often it was used made the cops suspicious until they were targeted.) But there was no time for the parents to escape... they only had time to save their son...I always picture him as a child eventually running to where the river/ willow tree is and breaking down there. Hiding beneath the tree and praying to any god to not be found as soldiers drew near. I wonder if Nanako was the one who heard him and made a distraction since she was closest). And with Hiroki, the oldest/ one of the only trusted adults in the village dying, and his orphanage/ hospital being ransacked, Gai ended up taking his chances on the streets, and maybe with the help of some beggars, managed to learn the only way to get by was to steal. To be fast, be clever, and stay out of sight. Eventually he learned the city was forever unsafe and hid/ grew up in the woods for "safety." Which came with many if its own challenges...

From there he went from angry/ scared orphan, to thief, to gang member, to freedom fighter rapidly. Until whispers of his name could be heard in fear/hope throughout the village, all depending on who talked about him. He became so infamous that Kakashi heard his name in passing. (And the rest between them, is history).

I think the only version of himself that may have had it harder, was second Gai.

Was I right about any of that?

Childhood wise i would say that Rogue Gai, Dragon Gai and Merchant Gai actually sort of match up.

A large reason for Merchant Gai travelling so much is he has bad memories of his home. He remembers watching both of his parents die from disease or attack and growing up alone in a home that held so many memories. Once he was old enough he clawed his way to an escape by making enough money to get himself a boat. He did all sorts of odd jobs to get this boat, but once he had it he was free. He could sail whenever he wanted and it quickly became a way for him to make money.

I do like the idea of Nakano being the one to protect Gai, perhaps even putting up a veil over him so that when people passed by they didn’t see him at all. She’s not ready to reach out to him yet, but she will protect him from any harm.

I also love the idea of Kakashi walking through the village, just sort of checking in on it, and hearing whispers about a great thief known for stealing from the Rich and giving to the poor.

One of the first places Gai gave money to was actually the orphanage/hospital, which is the first place Lee had rebuilt/repaired when he took the throne.

(I almost want Lee to be Gai’s biological son in this au, so the royal family circles back to Gai without him actually taking the throne)

Kakashi seeking out Yamato and asking him to keep abreast of eye out for some thieves hiding in his woods, and Yamato just rolling his eyes and saying ‘those ass holes who use ny tree’s for target practice? Ya, i can show you where they are”

[robinruns]

What a day. Oof.

(editing Robin here, this got long, sticking it under a cut)

I couldn't get up to get a workout in... or make lunch for myself... or breakfast. I did pack my gym bag with the intention of going to the gym after work because it is both hot (summer) and the air quality is garbage (Canada blowing smoke on us). First hour of work was literally one of the most excruciatingly boring meetings I've had to sit through. We got a massive software update and it will taking used to since so many things are just like second nature to me. There are lots of bugs still that kinda make me question why they weren't sorted out in the literal years this has been in development. It's gonna be even more of a cluster fuck tomorrow I think because we have to do the end of the month work. Oh and the fuckin window washers were there so I think I lost a solid hour and a half right off the top this morning. Ugh.

Not having a lunch meant I had to go to the grocery store for lunch. Going to the grocery store meant going out in the gross haze, and then of course, bad choices were made. Bad choices that involve getting a big bag of chocolates and then eating like 90% of it, so my therapist will be hearing about that on... whatever fuckin day I have therapy again. Next Thursday? I dunno. I had to cancel my appointment this week because I had to take my car to the mechanic. Then karma came around and I got my massage appointment (that was supposed to be this afternoon) canceled on me. Whatever. It's not like it wasn't already rescheduled once.

So with a gut full of chocolate, almonds, and bad choices, I went home instead of the gym. Well not directly home, I stopped off at the library and got the book I placed on hold last week. I dunno how long I have it for though. Whoops. My mom says the shortest time that you can have a book checked out is typically 2 weeks, so I'm gonna try to have it done in two weeks.

With all the commotion this morning I completely forgot about Frank's reverb sale until about 10:30 and of course like everything was gone. Oh well. I did get the We Didn't Start the Fire (1989-2023) (Fall Out Boy's Version) (from the Vault) 7" vinyl though. And the Benadryl Subreddit 7" from LS Dunes as well the other day. And new Taking Back Sunday is coming on Friday. Small glimmers of hope on the horizon.

I just feel mentally and emotionally spent this week and we're only halfway through. Tumblr hasn't been the refuge it sometimes is, so I deleted the app from my phone with the intention of just clearing my head from it for a while. I get notifs of asks and I'm like "Oh great, what method of suicide will the anons be suggesting now? Will they be creative this time, or go with an old standby?" Fun times.

I lowkey (highkey) hate that I'm hungry right now. Like I know mentally that I have had a disgusting and inappropriate amount of food this afternoon, but sadly chocolates are not filling. The self loathing is high. The desire to do something desperate is high. The knowledge that my clothes won't fit well is weighing (ha) down on me like crazy and it just makes me panic and again, makes me want to overcorrect in the other direction. How did I end up on the mailing list for 75 Hard? Probably another time like this. But maybe it's what I need? But do they account for dangerously hazardous weather with their outdoor workout requirement? Like? I get the idea of getting out in the rain or cold, but like wildfire smoke? Eh.

So the last few days have not been fun. Could be worse (NOT A SUGGETSION UNIVERSE), but sure as hell could be better.

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 17

Prompt: Threesome Pairing: Shadowheart x Lae'zel x nonbinary tiefling Tav 585 Words

🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

When Lae'zel hears the knock at the door, she makes an annoyed sound.

"Who could that be? No one even knows you are here."

"I never said that," Shadowheart replies, bringing her wine to her lips.

"Did you invite someone over? On the one night I return from the Astral Realm?"

"Answer the door and find out."

Lae'zel rises and approaches the door. "Entertaining guests was not what I had in mind for us tonight." She opens it, and the knocker bursts through and picks her up under her ass.

"Lae'zel!"

"Weft?!"

Shadowheart watches as Weft carries Lae'zel to the bed and drops her on it, nuzzling into her neck.

"How dare you! Unhand me at once!"

"Sorry," Weft laughs as they rise off of her. "I got carried–oof–"

Lae'zel launches off the bed onto Weft, sending them reeling back into the opposite wall. Lae'zel kisses them hungrily. "Pathetic," she says after tearing her face from theirs. "You are much easier to fool than Shadowheart."

Weft laughs. "Hello, Shadowheart."

"Good evening, Weft."

"I brought more wine," Weft says, hefting Lae'zel over their shoulder and grabbing the bags they abandoned by the door. "And some cheese, and peaches, and a couple pretty things from the family business."

"Dispense with the preamble!" Lae'zel says sharply. "You are here for sex, are you not?"

"Oh I definitely am."

"Then set me down so I can strip you."

Weft laughs again, but with a certain quality to their voice that draws Shadowheart from her seat. Once Lae'zel's feet are back on the floor, she wastes no time, unbuttoning the front of Weft's trousers. Shadowheart slips behind them and undoes the laces over their tail.

"Whoa, hi," Weft says, turning to look at her. There's color in their cheeks and a smile on their face. Shadowheart thinks that Weft is much more pliable with Lae'zel in the room than they had been in the past, when Shadowheart came to them in sorrow after Lae'zel went back to her people. Then again, she'd been so miserable, she wasn't up to taking charge, and Weft responded to that. Now, with both her and Lae'zel present, the tables may be turning.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel both reach into Weft's pants and touch the base of their cock at once. "Holy shit," Weft breathes, and Lae'zel pulls them to the bed by their shirt. Shadowheart catches Lae'zel eye, and she smiles in acknowledgement. Lae'zel pulls Weft down into a vicious kiss, getting a moan from them for her efforts. While Weft is distracted, Shadowheart delicately removes their shoes, then swiftly pulls off their trousers and underwear. Weft gasps and looks back at Shadowheart, shock and delight on their face.

Lae'zel swings one leg around Weft and flips them, landing Weft on their back against the bed. "You two don't play around," Weft says with a laugh.

"That is where we always disagreed about sex, Weft," Lae'zel says, pulling their shirt over their head and leaving it tangled around their wrists. "It is not mere play. Shadowheart, restrain their hands."

"Oh, happily."

Weft looks up at her as she grasps their wrists tightly. "Hey. You'll stop if I say stop, right?"

"Of course we will," Lae'zel says. "Why wouldn't we?"

Shadowheart suppresses a laugh. She leans down to Weft and asks sweetly "Do you promise to only say it if you mean it?"

"I promise," Weft says, smiling.

"Alright, then."

"Hey, Lae'zel," Weft says, looking up at her. "Do I get to taste you or what?"