#Rolled for intimidation check))

[vigilskeep]

gale: we should try diplomacy

morghaine: sure i’ve got this babe

[we cut to an opening title that says The Gang Decimates The Goblin Outpost]

[tes-trash-blog]

Mithir found Him in the garden, feeding a fawn as its mother laid by His feet. Songbirds rested their wings among the ever-blooming wisteria that adorned the dwarfed cedars, chirping a final song before the sun set upon them, and He hummed alongside them. The Prince surely knew of Mithir's presence, but his attention remained on the feeding fawn, and Mithir made no effort to make himself known, for a growing part of him wished to leave. Leave the Snow Prince to his moment of peace, leave the words unsaid, leave it all be, and treat it as a terrible vision. Yes, a vision, something his mind created in the chaos of the battle, the storm, the warping words from their foes. A vision, for the imagination can run rampant when the eyes fail, and he surely imagined everything after the first blades crossed, and the formation shattered.

A vision. The dead do not rise again, therefore she never died.

The fawn returned to its patient mother, and they returned to their pens. The Snow Prince's humming trailed away, and the songbirds, satisfied with their performance, returned to their nests. He stood straight and tall, reached up to the wisteria and gently grazed the blooms with his long fingers, unmarred by calluses for no spear or sword would dare to mark him.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" the Snow Prince asked. Only the Snow Prince asked. Mithir had prepared a hundred times for this. He rehearsed his grievance over and over, once, with a shaking voice, to the woman he was here to expose, and at that moment all words left him. "It's alright. Speak."

"They are, my Prince, but I have not come to this place to admire your menagerie, or your garden." Mithir was surprised at the strength in his voice, the conviction with which he spoke, the confidence with which he walked towards Him. "I am here as a loyal servant, to the realm and to You, my Prince."

The Snow Prince remained with the wisteria. "No thoughts on the flowers, then.. The weight that worries at you must be heavy indeed."

"It is-" Mithir halted. The words were there, but his throat closed and would not allow them to pass. He realized then how childish he was as he rehearsed, why the so-called "Miracle" feigned nothing but passivity as he made his rehearsed threat. He choked on his words, and felt his face grow hot with shame. The Snow Prince remained with the wisteria.

"You recently returned from battle. A victorious battle, one so sorely needed, so it was told. Is this true? So often people fear to speak truth to me."

"It is true, my Prince. We drove them back, and furthermore we pushed to reclaim what remains of Aulwend."

The Snow Prince smiled. The evening delayed. "Good. Good.. Yet you are troubled by our victory?"

"Not the victory, my Prince. The.. The Miracle that occurred," said Mirthir. The Snow Prince turned from the wisteria to face him, and Mithir bore the full brunt of His beauty.

"You wish to speak of my little blackbird, then. Very well. Speak," He said, and the will of a Prince was never denied.

"She perished, my Prince," Mirthir said all at once, his carefully practiced words forgotten as he spilled out the truth: how she met them first and was struck down with their black-steel axes, the berserk screams from her killer as he landed blow after blow, the shouts, the clash of steel against glass, the sudden winds, the noise, the five-damned noise, the Atmoran who came sudden upon Mithir, only to fall by way a dead woman's spear, her armor shattered but her flesh unmarked, the look on her face, the dark dreams of that day no healer has yet soothed, the visions in the corner of his eyes. Mithir's voice cracked from strain and tears and compulsion, and when he finally found himself silent the Snow Prince took his face in His hands. His grip was as gentle with Mithir as it was with the wisteria.

"My child, my witness to the Miracle. Thank you for speaking the truth. But you need not fear."

"My Prince, I fear! I fear she is not of us, that what I saw was no divine act! It was-"

"And what, my child, does a divine act look like? Would you not tremble before the sight of me on the battlefield? Would your mind not believe the truth your eyes beheld? And so it is with the will of the divine. To even put it into words is to bring it to question, and to question is to deny." Mithir broke his gaze upon the Snow Prince, and found the cold night had crept in. "Look upon me, Mithir, and answer truthfully: Do you deny that you witnessed the Miracle in action?"

--

Mithir returned to his barrack late. Galain and Ceridyn allowed him entry with no question, for they smelled the wisteria on him. It would do no good to question, for Mithir had no answers. He had no words, and he had no denial.

[auspicioustidings]

TF141 have a d&d game going and they have went though at least 5 DMs who have rage quit because of how stupid they are. I'm correct about this, just trust me.

[professional-crybb]

don't talk to me, my vampire boyfriend, or my githyanki girlfriend ever again

[clowndensation]

favorite zesek pictures so far <3

[bosspigeon]

forgot to mention this but my one of my favorite things that happened when i got the chance to play bg3 was after the nautiloid crash when i told shadowheart we should part ways and she insisted we needed to work together to get rid of the tadpoles and it legit sounded like it hurt her to say it

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

Not to continue to vague post about the ttrpg campaign I'm in but The thing about rolling bad is that some days it makes me want to be a huge bitch but other times I'm like well I got one good roll this session. Guess It be that way sometimes. And then my DM is arguably more devastated than I am because I literally can't roll good enough to reveal his plot points.

[pentacass]

why are you taking turns to stand there like a bouncer. is there a duty roster i'm not aware of

[fangsanddaggers]

Feathers are Getting Ruffled ||@unluckyuncle

It had been some time since he'd visited Legato again, feeling far more energized now he wanted to hunt. He missed it, the feeling of prowling around in the dark of night, stalking prey unaware of his presence.

What he hadn't expected was to find a duck with a shirt. Strange, but it was a huge thing, a good feed with very little struggle. Birds weren't his favorite, but he didn't feel like chasing down a boar and wrestling it to the ground either. It was far better than a rat.

He slipped from shadow to shadow before being forced to cross the street, passing under the light for a brief moment. Eyes flashed like a cat's hunting it's prey before he slipped once more into darkness, half hidden and stalking the duck-like being right into an alley as they fled.

A chase!

He moved, fluid and fast, yet not nearly as fast as he once was, curse this place. Still, he moved, flowing from foot to foot until they reach a dead end. He grins, flashing sharp fangs as red reflected, nearly glowed from his eyes.

"Now now. No need to make any noise, little one. It'll all be over soon, I promise." Astarion's voice is low, a sultry sweet tone dripping with murderous intent, shrouded in the dark of night as he slowly approached the shirt wearing bird.

Tonight, the vampire would feast on a true hunt again.

[rodismancave]

Are you people actually scared of me or something

[oreo-creampies]

“𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: light size kink, mating press, big cocks, daddy/princess/sweetheart/mama etc...., fingering, teasing, hints mirror sex, man handling, light pain kink (with toji), light just the tip, squirting, riding suguru’s face, overstimulation, hints at creampie, incubus!sukuna, witch!reader (sukuna's only), monster fucking, double dick, fingering both holes, sukuna cums on you, sukuna's hand mouth and stomach mouth, dacryphilia, mocking, light pain kink (Sukuna’s only), double penetration (anal and cunt), sweet soft choso, reassuring and checking in if your ok, riding, choso has a dick piercing, size kink, daddy/beautiful/little witch, praise

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: can I come up with my own? “It's too big” anyone?

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re moaning loudly with your soaking wet cunt squelching from Satoru’s thick, long fingers. He is reducing you into a trembling mess. Your cunt is dripping despite only getting his tongue and fingers.

Satoru pushes his underwear down to kick it to the side. His long cock stands up, eager for attention. Your soaking wet cunt clenches, yearning for something bigger than you think she can handle.

You proclaim, "You're too big! It won't! Can it?" You’re unable to look away from Satoru's beautiful, veiny cock. His pale pink head slightly droops, too long to fully stand straight. How many inches could fit inside of you before you’re too full?

Satoru’s glossy lips pull into a cocky smirk, "It won't, can it?” He pulls his fingers out to spit in his pale. Satoru smears the mix of your slick and spit on his cock. Sliding his fist down his cock his pale pink cock head peaks out from the middle of his fist.

He croons, “I think your little sloppy cunt is perfect for my long cock.” Satoru’s thickness alone is perfect. Not too thick but still giving you that lip-biting pleasurable tingle when your needy cunt stretches to take him.

Swiping his head between your plush lips. “I want to see your beautiful pussy take every last inch.” Slipping his blindfold off, watching his pale pink head spread your hole apart. His groans as the soft ridged line of his head slips inside your pretty cunt.

You give a whimpering plea, “Saatorruuuunnn! Nnnn!” He pins your legs in a mating press, leaving your cunt vulnerable to his relentless teasing. Gliding his half your cock head out, your soft lips wrapping around him look so damn beautiful.

“I want more than just the!” Satoru roughly rocks his hips, gliding his cock in. “Nnnn!” Your eyes roll back whilst your thighs tremble. You’re so fucking full of Satoru, feeling the throbbing pulse in the veins of his cock as he pauses.

His breathy moans are erotic, “Fuck! Sweetheart!” That nickname is going to kill you if he moans it again. “Your pretty little cunt is perfect for my cock.” You’re getting off on the texture of his soft yet hard cock rubbing inside you. Enticing you to clench your cunt, smiling when he trembles.

Satoru leans forward to use some of his weight to pin you down. “You can take it princess.” You can’t run away whilst Satoru picks up speed with each thrust. Splaying your fingers on his abs, hardening between your palms with each thrust.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Your ass is in the air, with Toji’s thick rough fingers sinking into your hip’s squishy crease. There isn’t a possibility of running away from his merciless thrusts once he starts.

Even without his hand on your hip Toji is capable of effortlessly pinning your body to his bed. So he can fuck your small hole without mercy.

You need him to. Yet your nerves are getting the best of you. His veiny cock borders on monstrous in its thickness. It is equal to a Coke can. Toji is going to split your cunt in two. You’re tensing up, his intimidating size overwhelming you.

He croons, “Lil mama, relax.” Pulling his cock away, he glides three thick fingers into your cunt, stretching you apart. “I’ll carry you around after I break your pussy.” His hand drifts from your hip to your puffy clit.

Toji knows the perfect pressure and pace, making you lose your mind. The sweet pleasure is soothing your nerves, clouding your head.

You moan, “Daddddy! Nnn!” Your cunt is loudly squelching, overlapping your needy moans. “I want to! But you’re too big Daddy! It won’t fit!” Toji rubs your sensitive clit faster, your thighs trembling, cunt spasming around his fingers.

You whine when he glides his fingers out, lining his cock up with your soaking wet cunt. “I’m what now?” You can hear the excitement and pride in his deep, smooth voice.

Crying, “You’re too biiiiiiig! Nnn!” Toji rocks forward with a quick thrust. The pleasurable ache of your cunt stretching for Toji’s cock makes your toes curl. You want it, but your body can’t handle him, twisting your hips to run away

He croons, “Aw you think ya can run from me?” You don’t get far before Toji is yanking you back into place.

“I’m gonna make your little sloppy cunt take my fat cock till she’s dripping my cum.” When you reach back, Toji pins your hand above your head. Persistently playing with your clit, the pleasure overlaps the sweet pain. "Nnndaddy! So full!"

Toji leans forward, pressing his muscular chest to your back. You’re helplessly trapped beneath. The new angle helps him rub your g spot with every thrust. "Tell me how my big cock is making your beautiful cunt feel."

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Relentlessly pumping his pierced tongue into your overstimulated, sensitive, soaking-wet cunt. Trembling, squeezing Suguru’s head with your thighs. The difference between his hard barbell and his soft, warm tongue is too pleasurable.

You couldn’t decide if his barbell feels better inside or you on your clit.

Admiring the outline of Suguru’s hard cock. He looks so big, making your cunt ache with the need for more than just Suguru’s tongue. Pushing on the band, he grounds his feet to lift his hips. Slipping his underwear off, your eyes widen.

Lifting Suguru’s heavy cock up, you’re unable to wrap your hand around him. “Oh fuck!” His massive. Suguru’s long, thick beautiful, veiny cock makes your sensitive cunt drool more onto Suguru’s handsome face.

He groans into your cunt, clenching his tongue. Your sensitive cunt spasming, you’re so close to cumming again. The sweet release is so tauntingly close. “Daddy! You’re too!” You can’t get the words out, your brain stalling.

Thick clear cum squirts into Suguru’s mouth. Pumping his tongue faster, rutting his hip, gliding his cock in your fist. Jerking your hips away, Suguru’s thick muscular arm flexes as he squanders any attempts.

“Too big! Too much! Toonnnn! Daddy! Please! Daddypleasedaddypleaseeeeeee!” Licking your cunt clean before letting you pull away. Only to fall back onto his face, your legs too wobbly and heavy to hold you up.

Suguru lifts you off his face, effortlessly setting you to the side. You lay down, relaxing into his soft comforter, your body is heavy after cumming so hard. The lack of stimulation makes your sensitive clit occasionally twitch.

Suguru stands up at the edge of the bed, taking his underwear the rest of the way off. Grabbing your leg and yanking you to the edge of the bed. That moment of afterglow shatters in place of craving more.

Everything about Suguru is so big. From his towering height, thick beautifully sculpted arms, and muscular, thick thighs were perfect for riding. Groaning, “You’re too big! But fuck me daddy that’s how I want it. I want you so badly I can’t handle it any longer. But I’m..” Unable to admit your nerves, looking up at Suguru, seeking reassurance.

He kisses your forehead, purring. “Don’t worry sweetheart I’m only going to make you feel good.” He flips you over, lining himself up, slowly gliding his cock into your sloppy wet cunt. Purring, "That's it, you doing so well, you can handle it." Grabbing your neck loosely, squeezing your hip, lifting you off the bed.

Taking you to his body-length mirror. The beautiful sight of your smaller body pinned to Suguru’s muscular one with your plush lips parted around his thick cock greets you. “Watch and tell me whose is the gorgeous princess taking her daddy’s big cock?”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“You’re lucky you're hot." The look of hunger in his eyes made it clear you'd invited a ravenous monster into your home. You want to be his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.

It's overwhelming the way Sukuna is fondling, biting, and stretching two of your tight, wet holes with his thick fingers. You're a toy in his large rough hands, laying beneath his massive muscular 8-foot tall stature.

He could easily rip you apart. The power imbalance turns you on as much as the sweet painful pleasure of his hands' mouth biting the soft squishy fat of your breasts. His warm tongues flicks your sensitive nipples. Pleasure and pain are becoming one and the same.

Thick tears trickle down the sides of your face. Sukuna’s smirk spreads, showing his sharp fangs. "You're being such a crybaby after having the audacity to summon me?" You can feel Sukuna's lust growing with your tears. His lust is heavy, intoxicating consuming, and hot, blurring the lines where your emotions lie.

Fucking three thick fingers into your squelching, quivering cunt. He remarks with a groan, "My little witch is an empath?” He has the excitement of someone opening a gift.

“Focus on my lust more, let it mix with your’s and drive you mad. I’ll fuck you till your body can’t keep up and you pass out." Closing his eyes, his jaw-dropping with a loud groan. Your sensitive cunt clenches from seeing his muscular body tremble over you through his large muscular body.

Looking down at you with more hunger than before. "You just keep tasting better." He's stroking your sensitive, puffy clit with his stomach’s tongue. "I can feel how close are as if I'm about to cum." It's getting harder to separate your lust from his. And you don't care to anymore.

The second you allow yourself to plunge into the deep end you're creaming. Squirting for the first time onto his thick fingers. "Feels-feels so gooood! Wanna keep cumming, gonna cum, wanna cum, gonnnnnn!” He groans fucking your spasming, squirting cunt through your peak.

Gliding his fingers out of your ass. Pushing down his pants, stroking one of his thick, tattooed veiny cocks. Urging thick white cum to shoot out onto your belly. "Lucky for you it takes a several times before my cocks go off. Heh I can’t believe you got me off just by cumming. You’re little cock sleeve body was meant for mine." Your eyes widen, your jaw dropping in disbelief. How are both supposed to fit?

Jerking your hips away in overstimulation as his tongue rubs your clit faster. He grabs your thighs firmly holding you in a mating press. "Did you think there would only be one?” He drags his fingers through his thick cum on your stomach.

No wonder he wanted to stretch you out with three fingers to loosen up both your holes. Yet it doesn't stop you from claiming, "You're too big, it's-" He stuffs his cum coated fingers into your mouth.

"Ok and?" He lines both cocks up with your holes, whilst tightening his grasp on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere. “Your slutty little holes are going to take me anyway, and I’m going to fuck them till you’re gapping.” Roughly rocking his hips forward, thrusting both cocks in. Both tips start with a soft round point making it easy for him to glide in.

He slips his fingers out of your mouth to hear your cries from the gradual stretch of his cocks. Getting thicker with each inch till it reaches the knot-like base. Your holes offer resistance too unable to take it just yet.

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Choso pushes his boxers down, you bite your lip tensing up beneath him. His pale thick veiny thick pierced cock is beautiful but intimidating. You’ve wonder how the warm metal is going to feel inside you.

Choso looks you over, concern etching into his handsome face. A wrinkle forming between his thin brows. His voice is gentle and comforting. “Is this ok? Do we need to stop and cuddle?” But your nervous bubble up all the same.

Glancing to the side, biting your bottom lip. He gently cups your cheek, swiping his thumb, trying to soothe your jumble nerves. You look into his loving purple eyes, the warmth and admiration within them captivating.

Breathing in filling your lungs then breathing out, "Youlookedtoobiginthosepictures." You had amassed a collection of pictures and videos showcasing his beautiful veiny cocky. From cum shot, to jerking off, to pre-cum dripping from his cock you had it all. You’ve gotten off to Choso more times than you care to count.

Refusing to let your nerves stop you now when you so close to having your first time with Choso. "I want you to fuck me, I'm just worried it won't all fit. Or that it will hurt. You’re so big Cho.” His cheeks flush pink, his dark eyes widen, biting into his bottom lip.

Choso leans down, kissing forehead. “How about you ride me beautiful? I’ll only move if you ask.” The answer is easy to give.

“Please daddy.” For the first time nickname slips out effortlessly. His compassionate, caring and understanding nature. Choso gently kisses you groaning loudly. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.

Whining aching to have your sensitive cunt filled up. Whilst your nerves trickle into excitement over just how big your boyfriend is. His broad chest and shoulders, well defined abs. His thick, sculpted arms, and muscular thighs. A thick, long heavy being cocks like his is suiting for his stature.

Parting your lips for him to glide his tongue past. Slipping your fingers into his soft, dark hair. He grabs your hips, squeezing your squishy hip’s crease.

Pressing his warm, thick cock to your soft, soaking wet cunt. Rutting his hips, rubbing his warm cock head on your sensitive clit. Breaking away, looking down at you wondering,

Choso is incredibly sexy with his hair down and messy. “Are you sure you want this beautiful?” Reaching between grabbing his cock lining him up. His eyes widen the second his fat head touches your quivering hole.

“Nnn I do! Want you so badly daddy!” Choso glides just the tip in his abs clenching as he restraints himself from thrusting deeper into you. Shifting your hips from the pleasurable stretch of his cock head gliding inside. You can feel the soft ridges line of his cock head slipping inside you.

“Darling, you’re so wet and soft.” Picking you up by your hips, without moving you on his cock Choso carefully switches positions. Placing you on top his lap, straddling his thighs, loosening his grasp on your hips.

Rocking your hips, focusing on the feeling is his warm cock head stretching your cunt. “That it’s beautiful, take your time taking Daddy’s big cock. You going so good. You feel so good!” He clenches your hips, digging his heels into the bed.

Getting used to being so split open, just his cock head alone feels too good. Rocking your back back, splaying your fingers on hus “Daddy! I wanna be stuffed full of your beautiful, thick cock.” Taking a little more, groaning as his warm barbell glides into you. Choso trembles, jerking his hips up.

Rubbing your clit, making your sensitive cunt clench. “Sorry beautiful. How are you feelinggnnnn!” You bounce your hips, gliding him in and down. The beautiful look of pleasure on Choso’s handsome face getting you off.

Moaning, “I’m so full of your cock daddy! It feels too good. Please move, slowly.” Planting his feet, gently guiding you with his hips. Gliding half his cock into you, letting your cunt get used to being so full before giving you another inch. Watching your expression for any hint of pain.

Oreo’s m.list

[abyssalaerlocke]

Cornered

"Now, why should I go letting my favourite pet off his leash?"

Tav tilted their head, considering the projection with a smile. "...You came to our camp — in person — to mete out... a comparably mild punishment on Wyll. Didn't even bother with Karlach after all that, because the whole situation just had no value at that point.

"Now, there's a 'powerful devil' that's been captured; a situation that has you so desperate, you've made it not only Wyll's problem, but ours — who are not your warlocks. Under threat of a far more severe punishment.

"And yet, you couldn't make it here..." Tav gestured to her current form, their grin becoming more sly. "And I think 'couldn't' is the key word here... So. If you want to enlist our help — which you clearly do; Wyll's not capable of pulling it off without us — then you need to entice us.

"Wyll isn't here," they pointed out. "He's provided no benefit to me. In fact, all he's been is a hassle, because of you. So compared to what you need," they underscored, "you're offering me jack shit."

Tav's posture shifted, something more playful — but still cruelly apathetic — as they cornered their prey. "And what I'd take pleasure in is making you lose your 'favourite pet'," they finished, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

[kdh-tally]

hello again! I may have an idea or two stuck in my head almost all day. Is it okay if I shoot one? So my request is Reader as Rumi's younger sister who's about a year younger than Rumi. She brought reader to the dorms to meet the others for the first time, but to surprise, surprise Baby Saja had that "fell in love in first sight" moment. So it's a Baby x Reader thing. Reader is quite shy and quiet and distant at first meet but once you get to know her she's an energetic ball of energy. That's my request, thank you! And take all the time you need!

Baby x Rumi!YoungerSisterReader [pt 1]

Prompt : Due to a minor schedule mix up, you're stuck with the Saja Boys for a week. And one of them can't seem to take their eyes off you....

Author's Note : Yes this will be a mini series! Probably 4-5 parts lol. I didn't want to make a mega-long fic or rush in into short one so now it's a mini series ;P Love your requests 😘

“Do I have to go?” you grumbled, dragging your feet as you followed your older sister through the shiny, unnecessarily intimidating lobby of the building she worked in.

“You refuse to stay with Celine—”

“She means nothing to me,” you interrupted without missing a beat.

Rumi sighed like she regretted every life choice that led her to this moment, but she kept walking. “You won’t stay with her, and the girls and I are going to be out of Korea for a few days.”

You made a face. “So I’m being punished.”

“Even though the Honmoon has been sealed, I don’t want to risk anything happening to you,” she finished, pressing the elevator button like that to excuse the actual insanity of this plan.

You turned your head to look at her, blinking slowly. “So you’re gonna make me stay with a bunch of demons for a week? Wonderful plan, sis. Really great. You’re doing amazing.”

Even with the Honmoon sealed, tensions were still weird. Just because the ex-demon boyband were now technically “human” didn’t mean you didn’t feel a tiny bit nervous.

It also didn’t help that you’d never met them. Not even in passing. You were a year younger than Rumi, and she was protective in that classic "stay-away-from-my-sibling-or-die" kind of way. She barely let anyone breathe near you.

“Y/N.”

“I’m just saying,” you muttered, stepping into the elevator. “If I disappear mysteriously, I’m haunting you first.”

“Fine by me,” she deadpanned. “You already do that while alive.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, already mentally spiraling. You weren’t great at meeting new people. Not that you were awkward or anything, you were just quiet. Until you weren’t. It took time.

You barely survived becoming friends with Zoey and Mira. And that was with Rumi easing the introductions.

Now she was dumping you into the home of four chaotic demons like this was a totally reasonable and safe life decision.

“I can literally hear them from the hallway,” you said flatly as the elevator doors opened.

“Jinu, if you touch my food again, I will separate your head from the rest of your body!”

You turned to her slowly. “Are you sure I can’t stay with Bobby?”

“Nope.”

“Okay. Just checking.”

Rumi hesitated to open the door, praying that the boys weren’t as loud as they usually were. Her hopes were crushed when she heard a familiar voice booming from within the room. 

“Jinu, if you touch my food again I will separate your head from the rest of your body!” 

With that, the door opened. 

“—you can’t claim the bungeoppang if you weren’t even here when they got delivered!” a boy with short pink hair was yelling, holding a plastic container high above his head as Jinu, the one you recognized as Rumi’s boyfriend, tried, and failed, to jump up and snatch it back.

“Take off your little platforms and fight me like a real man,” Jinu argued, arm still extended like he could grab the food from sheer willpower. The two moved their fight to the kitchen, giving you the chance to watch the other two.

“I’m literally taller than you without them,” Abby shot back. The two continued bickering as they disappeared from sight.

You hesitated in the doorway, watching the rest.

Mystery, Zoey’s boy, was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a controller in hand, eyes laser-focused on the TV screen. And slouched next to him, dangerously close to the edge of the couch, was a boy with soft blue hair tied back, furrowed eyebrows, and a controller clutched like his life depended on it.

“Two more hits and you’re dead,” he muttered, thumb flying across the controller.

“In your dreams,” Mystery shot back. Neither of them looked up.

“They’re normal. I promise,” Rumi whispered.

You gave her a deeply skeptical glance.

Mystery landed a hit. The blue boy swore under his breath. The game was fast-paced and brutal, something flashy with combo attacks and a glowing health bar. Was that mortal combat?

“They won’t even notice we’re here,” you said dryly.

“Not true,” Rumi said, already kicking off her shoes. “Baby’s cursed with weird sixth sense hearing.”

“Baby?” you mumbled in confusion. These demons were harbouring a kid?

The boy with the blue hair tilted his head ever so slightly to the side. “Rumi, is that you?”

“Yup.”

“Cool. You brought food?”

“Nope.”

“Lame.” He shook his head as he focused on trying to murder mystery. So that was Baby. What an odd name.

You opened your mouth without thinking. “She brought me instead. Congratulations.”

It was a throwaway comment, barely audible. The kind of sarcastic thing one would say to themselves without the intention of letting anyone else hear.

But the second the words left your mouth?

Baby froze.

His controller completely stilled. Though his eyes were still on the screen, he wasn’t seeing it at all.

Mystery didn’t hesitate. He fired a quick combo and landed a finishing move with zero mercy. The victory fanfare blared through the speakers. Mystery smirked. “Finally”

“Wait, what—?” Baby blinked, snapping back into reality. “Did I just lose?”

Mystery stared at him. “You okay? You spaced out.”

“I don’t know, I just…” Baby finally turned and saw you.

Standing next to Rumi in a hoodie that probably wasn’t yours, two sizes too big, sleeves covering your hands, expression unreadable. 

His brain stopped working for the second time in that minute. “Oh,” he said, voice cracking. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hi.”

You gave the smallest of nods in greeting. “Hi.”

He stared longer.

Like, too long.

Oh gosh, he was still staring.

What was happening.

And then in a matter of seconds, Rumi was behind him, smacking the back of his head. “Stop staring like an idiot,” she muttered, dragging you further into the dorm.

“I wasn’t staring,” Baby said, still staring.

Abby popped his head in from the hallway. “Wait, who’s that?”

“My sister,” Rumi answered. “She’s staying here while we’re out of town.”

“Awwwww it’s a mini-you,” Jinu cooed, nearing the siblings.

Mystery gave you a quick once-over and nodded politely. “Welcome.”

You gave him a small smile, appreciative.

And then Baby, finally rebooted, leaned his head back against the couch and muttered, just loud enough for Mystery to hear “Well, there goes my week.”

Mystery glanced over. “You gonna be normal or…?”

“I am normal,” Baby whispered, deadpan. “Exceptionally normal. In fact, I am not feeling anything right now.”

The silver haired boy tried not to laugh before whispering back. “Rumi will send you flying.”

“I hope she does,” he sighed, his eyes flickering back to you as Rumi introduced you to Jinu and Abby.. “Maybe then I won’t be so hypnotized by her sister's existence.”

And just as he said it, you happened to glance back at him.

For the first time since you walked in, Baby’s typical half-lidded, sarcastic resting face cracked. Instead he stared at you, wide eyed and hazy, as though he was entranced.

You blinked before quickly looking away.

He scrambled for the controller. “...Anyway,” he muttered, “you up for round two?”

[andisupreme]

I think one of my favorite DnD Things is when random rolls become retroactive Lore/Quirks for the character. Not even as a DM ruling, I mean something the whole table adopts organically, whether seriously or as a running joke.

A paladin I DMd for failing every single perception roll turned into him canonically needing glasses and not realizing it.

A combination of failed perception checks and concentration saves becoming a character having ADHD and that getting worked into the acting.

My gnome barbarian with low intimidation rolls despite doing/saying some actually terrifying things suddenly having a voice that cracks like the "WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?! THAT YOUR ACTIONS!! HAVE CONSEQUENCES!!" kid when he shouts.

Or my favorite, my tabaxi artificer, Gus, comedically failing every religion check when it comes to praying so now it's a whole plot point that gods literally do not perceive him.

(Yes this is an invitation to reply or tell me in the tags if you've had any canon-altering rolls like this I love PC stories)

[clowndensation]

zesek character sheet <3 additional fun facts:

zesek's first language is draconic, and while he can understand common, he finds it irritating to speak. he can't read it at all.

zesek grew up in the marshes near the delimbiyr river. he's an exceptionally strong swimmer, and has a special fondness for a lot of the swampland fauna he was raised around, especially frogs and spiders.

he was orphaned around the age of 4 (12, in human years), and spent 5 years of his life essentially taking care of himself. he grew very used to a raw food diet, and to this day is a notably awful cook

dragonborn children give each other nicknames when they're young, which is where the name "keen eye" comes from. he introduces himself as such to most humans he meets, as a subtle insult to them: the implication among dragonborn being that he considers them to be at the intellectual level of children.

his adoptive clan work in the service of a black dragon, who he's very loyal to. his clan values magic as the highest rank of power, and as a result he views even non-dragonborn magic users as deserving a fair amount of respect.

he likes children, but his natural stoicism, combined with a very inexpressive face, mean most don't like him.

[ssahotchnerr]

okay I don’t know how to make this idea I have in my head make sense but here it goes: imagine reader spending time with the team and knowing that Aaron has kind of a stoic image when it comes to the team but then he’s a cinnamon roll at home and the reader tries not to embarrass him with the team and Aaron ends up thinking that the reader is mad or upset because she’s not being as touchy or flirty with him as she normally is but really she’s just trying not to ruin his image??? Did that make sense? I hope that made sense

let loose

it makes perfect sense cw; fem non bau!reader, established relationship, touch starved aaron <3, angst if you squint, fluff and some ending spice ❤️‍🔥 wc; 1k

This was the second time you'd met Aaron's team.

The first was a few weeks ago; you'd brought Aaron a case file he'd forgotten at home. Multiple pairs of eyes latched onto you as you stepped into the bullpen, looking a bit lost until Aaron departed his office to greet you.

When he’d introduced you, only the briefest of pleasantries had been exchanged. Tonight - a small party at David Rossi's - proper acquaintances were finally made.

Your initial shyness was to be expected; getting used to their dynamics, their quirks, fearing you were invading the 'family' they had created.

Aaron's done what he thought would make you more comfortable; staying in close proximity, offering subtle reassurances - a hand on your knee, silent check-ins - and involving you in conversation. He had no doubts the team would make every effort to be welcoming, but he was also well aware that they could come off as intimidating without meaning to be.

But as the night went on, your reservation was directed more at him.

You strayed away from his touch, meeting his eyes with uncertainty, clasping your own hands together instead of intertwining with his. Such detachment was in complete contrast to your typical behavior; normally, you were wrapped around him any chance you got.

Not to mention, you had been all over him back at home. Prolonging your departure by having him pressed against the door, kissing him senseless. You’d almost been late to the time Dave had stated dinner would begin. 

And now, Aaron was left wondering what he could've done wrong in such a short amount of time.

"Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" He asked when a private moment between the two of you finally presented itself, finding you in the kitchen. The others had filtered out to Dave’s patio.

"Yeah, your team is great." You flashed him a quick smile as he neared, busying yourself with the charcuterie board JJ had brought. "You never told me how fun they are."

"They have their moments," his hand found your back, pressing a kiss behind your ear. His actions caused you to tense, only proving his suspicions further. Something was wrong.

"Honey?"

"Hm?" You glanced towards the doorway before looking up at him, your cheeks flushed. You took a small side step away, creating some distance. Anxiety bubbled in his chest.

"Did I do something wrong? You've barely touched me all night. If I upset you somehow, I’m sorry."

"No, no you haven't done anything. I just..." You turned your head away again, timidly and quietly admitting, "didn't know if you wanted me to."

His eyebrows quirked in confusion, you continued.

"This is your team. I know you have an image you want to maintain, and I respect that, so I didn't want to do anything that could potentially embarrass you, with me being as touchy as I am. I panicked, I didn't want to cross a line without knowing."

Oh. His eyes softened in understanding, as yours displayed inner conflict, your heart and head being pulled in different directions.

"Well, I do want you to. Please do."

"Are you sure?"

"Within reason." He offered you a sly smile, not insinuating he wanted hot and heavy actions in front of his colleagues. "But I want you on my arm. Holding my hand. Being your affectionate and loving self. It's what I love about you, and it's meant to be shared."

In fact, it was the one thing he was looking forward to about tonight. He felt more possessive than usual, a state that might have concerned him if not for the pride that came with it. You were his, and he wanted everyone to know how lucky he was.

And selfishly, he wanted the others to know he was worthy of love, (given, he was still trying to believe the same). That there was more to him than Aaron Hotchner, the BAU Unit Chief. He was needed, and not in the professional way he was used to, where his value was measured in results and responsibilities. But rather, being a doting and deeply loving partner.

A smile slowly made its way onto your face, grabbing his hands and lacing your fingers with his before guiding them to your waist, wrapping both his arms around you yourself.

"This may sound pathetic, but within the two hours we've been here, I've missed you."

You laughed gently at his whining, clinging onto his arms. "It's not pathetic at all. If you think you were having a rough time... I had no idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you."

"Good thing there's an easy solution for that. Don't restrain yourself."

"In that case," this time, you didn't glance towards the door, in fear of being caught by one of Aaron's team members. You grabbed his face, your lips meeting his in a kiss.

He immediately reciprocated, a breath of relief escaping him as well; needing this, needing you, the lack of contact throughout the night excruciating. His mouth moved on yours with seamless urgency, as though instinct guided every touch.

The kiss quickly grew heated and messy. Aaron's arms tightened around your waist, backing and picking you up onto the counter, stepping in between your legs. His hands pulled at your hips in desperation of getting you closer. Your breath heavily picked up, assisting him by pressing your chest into his.

Aaron couldn't help but smile against your lips - for a number of reasons. The all-consuming love he had for you, being with you - being close to you - with the team just steps away. Feeling much the same, a giddy giggle escaped you.

"You know..." you mumbled between kisses, your fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. "You look sexy tonight. Absolutely irresistible."

A breathless chuckle shook through his chest. "We should head out. They'll come looking for us," he teased back, his fingers digging into your hips - a silent cue that he had no intention of actually joining them.

You hummed softly in response, undoing his top button. You stopped there; as it was, you’d only undone the button to get a reaction out of Aaron. It worked, a heavy, trembling breath leaving him. "Let them."