#and I need him carnally but that’s besides the point here…

[achilleansapphic]

The ONE hill I will ABSOLUTELY DIE on is the fact that I have BEEEEEEEEN an Izzy hands defender since day one… yall fake hoes who started pining for him after s2… yeah side eye cos I’ve been sticking by him. I loved him since I first laid eyes on him with those two hot bears on that island. I knew I would defend him with my LIFE. Has he done wrong? Yeah but WHO HASNT. I love that insane little man and I’m super glad he got redemption so people came around but I need to make it known at every single opportunity that I have BEEN defending that man.

[tremendouscreationperson]

A little fic based off of this

Whenever I write an X Reader it's usually for chubby!reader but it's actually a plot point in this one

Chubby/bullied!reader x stan

You, Ford, Caryn and Filbrick sat in the front row.

Stan had a big fight tonight, the only reason his father came, and you were nervously tapping your leg. His opponent, Godfrey Davies, was bigger and looked meaner but you knew Stan could potentially pull it off.

The two entered the ring and Stan gave you a cheeky wink before his eyes caught his father. His whole expression changed when he clocked Filbrick.

"He better win." Ford commented.

You knew what Ford was implying. If Stan lost in front of his dad he would be crushed. And Filbrick was the type of man who would leave if he was bored so Stan would also have to put on a good show.

The two touched gloves and the bell rang.

You weren't a huge boxing fan but wouldn't deny the rush a match gave you. The adrenaline of the room coursed through your veins as each punch landed. Godfrey was strong, he had hit Stan's stomach a few times but Stan was quick enough to dodge any major strikes.

Godfrey managed to land a blow against Stan's cheek and your hand grasped Fords.

You glanced at Ford as an excuse to spy on Filbrick but the man gave nothing away. Merely enjoying? the show.

In the split second your eyes were off of Stan, he had managed to gain the upper hand with a series of quick jabs against Godfrey's right side.

"He's hurt him." Ford informed you. "See the twitch."

You followed his fingers, unable to see the twitch, alas you trusted Ford's intelligence. If Ford said Stan hurt him then he hurt him.

The two danced around each other for the remainder of the round, there was a soft tap here and a dodge there but otherwise it was quiet.

The next round was similar. There were the odd moments of carnal violence sprinkled in between their dance but it was the third round that mattered.

As Stan took a sip of water, he turned in your direction, his pale skin beginning to pinken as it swelled up. He gave you all a sloppy smirk and when the bell rang again, there was a new fire in him.

Stan kept low and stayed with defence until Godfrey tired himself out - punching ludicrously hard against Stan's forearm block - and just when Godfrey stopped to pant, Stan whacked him with an uppercut.

Godfrey stumbled backwards, wobbling on his feet. Stan was on him in an instant punching him in the face and forcing the man to the floor.

The ref called it and everyone cheered.

He had won!

This was a big deal.

He could now fight in a higher tier.

This was really good news!

You released Ford from your hug and he ran over to his twin. The boys embraced, clapping each other's backs, grinning from ear to ear.

Caryn was next, she slipped in the hug, squeezing her babies tight. You knew she said a cheesy joke along the lines of 'I didn't need a crystal ball to know you'd win' because the twins rolled their eyes in sync but there was no real malice behind the gesture.

Filbrick finally made his move: a pat on the shoulder. You knew it meant the world to Stan. He deserved it. He really did. He was glorious.

A photographer worked his way into the ring and told the family to smile but Stan stopped the photo.

"Wait, where's Y/N?" His eyes scanned the crowd that had formed, swarming the ring side. He had a lot of groupies, unsurprisingly. People loved a big strong man and it didn't hurt that he looked like that.

They landed on you and you smiled, waving awkwardly as he gestured for you to join them. The room was noisy and people were still cheering, drinks being drunk, music blaring so he didn't hear your reply. You tried to call out again but in the end shook your head, sheepishly.

It was his moment. He needed this. To be in a photo with his family. He could frame it.

Besides, you'd only ruin it.

You weren't exactly pretty.

A fact that everyone had relentlessly told you at school.

The only reason you were still alive was Stan and Ford's friendship, otherwise you'd have had to fight the onslaught of insults alone and you really didn't think you were strong enough for that.

Stan frowned momentarily before forcing a smile for the photo.

~~

"Doll face?" You were sitting in your garden, on the swing your dad had made, reading the Lord of the Rings. Turning your head you found Stan. He was standing next to you, hands in pockets. He had bruises on his cheek and a split lip you hadn't noticed at the time.

"Hi." You smiled up, closing the book. "How'd's it feel to be a winner?"

Stan chuckled, plonking down on the swing next to you. Your dad had to install another when you eventually made friends. "'little sore."

"I bet you don't feel it because your dad was proud of you." You mock punched his arm. "He really was."

Stan swivelled on the swing, the rope twisting together as he spun around.

You suspected he had something to say so kept quiet until he found the words.

Stan let go, spinning until he was back in the correct place.

"You know you're gorgeous right?" The words tumbled out.

They took you aback. You hadn't ever thought those words would come out of his mouth. "Pardon?"

He let out a shaky breath, gazing up at the sky. "You're really pretty. I don't know why Jorgie and her gang tell you otherwise. Like a damn movie star."

Where had this come from? "Wh-"

"The photo." He answered without needing the question. "I wish you were in it."

You didn't know what to say or how to respond. The only thing you could think to do was shyly smile and reach for his hand.

~~

"Filbrick, that's Y/N." You overheard Caryn whisper to her husband. They were in the Kitchen where you were planning on getting a drink. "She comes over all the time."

He huffed.

Did-did he not know who you were?

You were here every other day.

Hell, you once made the man dinner!

Caryn had been sick and the boys were useless so you came around and rustled up some grub for the four of them.

That was insulting.

"The fat one?" He questioned.

Fat?

Were you fat?

You glanced down at yourself, you could see your toes but maybe not as much as you should be able to?

"She's no-well, it doesn't matter. She's good for Stan..and Ford. Keeps them sane."

Caryn thought you were fat too?

You stepped away carefully, avoiding the spots in the wood that creaked, and nestled yourself back into the boys room. Settling next to Stan in his bed as they argued about nothing important.

~~

You'd declined every offer Stan made to go out. You didn't want to look like you were avoiding him but his parents thought you were fat and that had shaken your self image.

You were obviously not thin in the mirror and people at school called you fat and ugly all the time. So much that part of you believed it and part of you brushed it off but to hear it from them... From people you trusted...

You knew you were nothing great to look at. Stan being sweet was just him trying to comfort you, you probably embarrassed them.

In an effort to beautify yourself, your evenings were spent jogging mostly. It was awful and you hated it but you made sure to do it before dinner or you wouldn't eat.

"Oit." A voice called, you spun to see Stan running to catch up.

"Hey."

"What're we doing?" He fell into pace with you.

"Jogging." You offered.

"Har, har." He playfully shoved you. "Why are we jogging? It's the worst."

Your face split into a grin, loving how in sync the two of you were. "It really is! I hate it."

When you both rounded the corner, he repeated himself. "C'mon what are we doing?"

"Trying to lose weight." You answered.

"W-why?" Your reply had caught him completely off guard that he faltered. Stan had to speed up to match your pace again. "You don't need to."

A dark chuckle left you without your consent. "I heard someone talking-"

"Ignore the girls at school." He interrupted.

"It wasn't-" Jogging and talking was hard. "It was someone whose opinion I'd hate to admit I trust. They said it straight."

Stan made a face but didn't argue. He would let you win this round and later convince you to come to the diner and get a thick shake. He knew you weren't fat. Well, maybe you were but not in a bad way! You looked amazing! The meat on your bones was in all the right places. More to love like platonically.

Eventually the two of you came to a stop outside your house.

"I don't think jeans were designed for running." Stan tried to pry the fabric off his thigh.

"I'd never blame you, beautiful." He folded his arms. "Now, who do I have to beat up?"

You giggled. "Don't blame me. I didn't ask you to join me."

"No one." Your eyes rolled automatically.

"Hey, don't do that."

"I'm not doing anyth-"

Stan closed the distance, cupping your cheeks in his palms, forcing eye contact. "Tell me. 'cause you're perfect."

Why had he decided to be all sweet and flirty recently? He did know you were the butt of every joke, right? Like everyone else, he was well aware that boys would ask you out as a prank. Was this one? No, not your Stan.

Well he wasn't your Stan.

"Earth to Y/N." He manipulated your head, swaying it gently side to side.

"Huh?"

"Who called you fat?"

The words seemed to leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. Your mind hadn't even registered properly and they were released into the world. "Your parents."

The neutral expression morphed into anger. Stan's brows pulled as his pupils shrunk. A twitch occurred in his jaw. "My dad?"

"Your mom, too." You shrugged. "It's nothing massive, it's actually helpful. Now I know it's true I can-"

"No." He shook his head. "No, it's not. It's mean." Stan placed his forehead against yours and took in a breath. "When I say you are perfect, believe it. Don't change anything. Please, doll."

~~

The new few months played out in the usual fashion. You'd go to school, then theirs, they'd come to yours, the three of you would worry about test results, studying was tricky when the boys were helping - they always got off topic. It didn't take long before all the exams were finished and the school year was coming to a close meaning prom.

You and the twins went together. None of you officially had dates but that didn't matter because it was always you three vs the world.

A triangle was the strongest shape after all.

You arrived at the Pines house on time, barely giving the door a knock before it swung open. Stan was quick to exit and pulled you towards the car.

He didn't look back, settling you into the passenger seat as he rounded the car to the driver's.

"Stan?" You glanced at the front door. "Everything okay?" Caryn had begged you to come in and take photos less than a week ago. Maybe Stan knew you were embarrassed or maybe he was going back on his words... Maybe he was embarrassed of you.

Stan gave you a curt nod, his palms tightening in the steering wheel. You watched the knuckles whiten on his left hand before his right caught your gaze. There was blood on them.

Why was there blood on his knuckles?!

"Where's Ford?"

As if on cue Ford left the house, closing the door behind him and strode towards the car.

He slipped into the backseat and gave you a sheepish smile.

The car journey was blessedly short and weird to say the least.

You distracted yourself with the radio.

At school you took the obligatory "couple" photo. You stood between the boys arm in arm. Even if it was fake, it was the first time Stan smiled tonight.

You were led to the gym - they had dressed it up for a party but it was still just your school gym - and found a spot to stand and people watch.

Ford attempted to make small talk with others but he wasn't hugely successful, coming back each time with an 'aww shucks'. At least he didn't have punch thrown at him. Silver linings and all that, hey?

Stan was still being strange so you let him be. Sometimes he went quiet when he was thinking too hard. You hoped he was able to at least enjoy a bit of the evening.

He had just excused himself to use the toilet when Ford sprinted back to your side. "Finally!"

"What?!"

"He punched dad." Ford whispered.

Huh, it sounded like Ford told you Stan had punched Filbrick but that would be insane. "Care to run that by me again?"

"Dad said something and Stan shouted before he just socked him. It was intense. Dad then shook his hand!"

What?!

"Wait, I don't get it." You frowned. "Your dad's been an asshole for years, what made Stan snap?"

Ford shrugged but you knew he knew. Why wasn't he telling you? "Ask him."

"Oh, yeah, I'll just ask Stan 'why'd you finally decide to whack your dad?' Think about it for more than two seconds!"

Ford's eyes slipped over your shoulder and he nodded minutely. Stan was back in the room.

Your eyes immediately found his knuckles, they weren't bloodied but even from here you could see the slight pink hue. You turned to ask Ford something only to find he had disappeared again.

Stan made his way through the dancefloor and stopped by your side.

After Ford's confession the silence was maddening. You needed to ask why but how do you go about it? How do you just ask him? And his dad shook his hand? Was that a goodbye? Was Stan being kicked out? No, Filbrick wasn't that cruel.

"Fancy a dance?" You offered. Stan looked at you and then the crowd, unease splattered throughout his expression. "We don't have to."

"It is a dance, though." He commented. "Just- there's a lot of people."

"It's okay." You brushed him off. It wasn't a massive deal, you didn't have to dance at a dance.

"There wasn't anyone in the corridor by Mr Tymeh's. Could still hear the music." He didn't outright ask you but you'd been friends long enough to read between the lines.

"Lead the way."

The two of you left the gym and wandered past the toilets to the small 'office' Mr Tymeh ate his lunch and moaned at the less athletic students in.

Stan was right, you could hear the music from here and the corridor was empty.

"Wanna do this then?" He asked, making zero eye contact.

"Stan, we don't have to if yo-" You were unable to finish the sentence because he pulled you close, hands on your waist, and swayed.

Your hands met his shoulders and you let him move the two of you back and forth. The song wasn't meant for slow swaying but this half-dance was really sweet so you weren't going to complain.

"I like your suit." You brushed your fingers along his collar.

"Thanks, got mine and Fords for the price of one." He smirked cockily. "You, uh, you look beautiful as ever. That colour's real pretty."

You didn't give the compliment to get one, hopefully he knew that!! Yet it was sweet hearing the words. Choosing the colour was very hard, you didn't want to look good for everyone else, you wanted to feel good for yourself and when you finally decided what you were wearing you did feel good.

Maybe tonight you'd believe Stan's words.

Believe you were pretty passable.

Your brain was getting too distracting so you softly asked, "what happened to your hand?"

"Some schmuck." He shrugged. "No one important."

You pulled his hand from your hip and frowned at the knuckles. "That's not what Ford said."

Stan groaned. "That fucker."

"Are you alright?"

He looked into your eyes before nodding. "Yeah."

"Gonna tell me about it?" You raised a brow.

"He was just being an asshole." There was more to the story. There had to be. Filbrick had been an asshole for years and Stan hadn't snapped, so why now? Stan saw the confusion in your face and elaborated. "He made comments about you."

Your frown deepened. "You hit your dad for me?" You were not worth that. Why the fuck would he-

"Course I did." Stan paused. "He can say what he wants about me but not you." His eyes flickered to your opening mouth. "It was strange, he patted me on the back and shook my hand after. Proud of me for standing up I guess."

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@nyx-universe @aceistheplace86

[arthenaa]

insatiable — ominis x fem! reader x sebastian

summary: After your little escapade with the boys, you had begun to see them romantically. overcome with the need to keep you to himself, Sebastian forgets the dangers of a pissed-off Ominis.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit sexual content, m/f/m, you get fucked by ominis, sebastian gets fucked by ominis, choking, degrading, cockwarming, oversensitivity, oral sex, foreplay, ominis being a fucking daddy god, dominis, switch seb, switch reader, masturbation, you watch sebastian get railed hihi, all the nasty shit.

note: here it is, part 2 of carnal (which you can read first btw but this can be read as a stand-alone) anys enjoy <3 i finished at like 5 am.

Being with the boys was wonderful.

It had been a few months after that little escapade at the ministry that prompted that speeding bloom of your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian. Over the course of the last few months, not only had you agreed to a threeway romantic relationship with your best friends but also had spent more time with them for the times that you weren’t able to do so because of your job. A promise to yourself as you tried to be more open to them with your feelings and such.

Because we all know what happened when you didn’t. Years of potential lost because of misguided feelings.

Time with them was splendid. You had gone on dates. Caught up with each others’ latest updates in life. Just the overall getting to know each other on a romantic level. You had begun to see them in different lights as a result. Ominis is a gentle lover. He was a true gentleman at heart and found joy in putting your needs and wants above all else. He opens the door for you, arm ready for you to grab on, brings you breakfast, and all that shebang. You often told him that he doesn’t have to give too much effort and that he was already enough but he told you that he wanted to do this for you. He loved loving you this way and if you’ll allow him, he’ll do it for the rest of his life. You could only purse your lips as an attempt to stop the tears but nevertheless, you allowed the man to do what he wanted.

Sebastian, on the other hand, is a loud lover. He loved showing you off to the world. Judy always joked about how Sebastian always has to have a part of his body sticking close to you or on you. You had tried to push away improper thoughts at the way she said it but you suppose it does hold some truth to it. The man was insatiable for your attention. Loved to be pampered by you to the point that Ominis thinks it's annoying. You think it's quite adorable though. Besides the physical affection, Sebastian always managed to string you along to his mischievous plans. An effect of your previous escapades during your Hogwarts’ days, it had always been your bonding time with Sebastian.

Leave it to Ominis to bust the two of you out of whatever bad situation you got put up in. Sebastian always gets the brunt end of his chastising. The Sallow boy claims that Ominis has too much of a soft spot for you.

Aside from seeing them in this light, you have also gotten to know them….. Sexually.

Sebastian and Ominis were somewhat alike but different from what you expected them to be. Ominis liked being in control; an immediate realization you had after your first sexual encounter with him. Just like his normal self, he prioritizes your pleasure before his. He loved pulling those lovely noises out of you with his skilled fingers and mouth– A talent of his that always seemed to leave you writhing and whimpering in the sheets. While he prioritizes your pleasure, he also loves toying with it. Pulling and pushing back your climax puts a look of pure enjoyment on his face. The sounds of you begging and the grip you have on his arm gives a pleasant flush on his neck. The man enjoys putting you in a torturable experience of a good time.

You can’t complain though. It certainly leaves you with a pleasant ache between your legs and a good night’s sleep.

Sebastian, on the other hand, lives to devour you whole. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. A downfall on your end. The man has a strong stamina and could go for hours on end. You will not walk for days, that I assure you. Sebastian also has a knack for keeping you to himself and it leaves Ominis angry and in fumes. It certainly has the Sallow boy in punishment with Ominis’s hand on his neck and fucked right in the mattress.

That night gave you a high as you admired Sebastian’s drooling face against Ominis’s shoulder while the blonde straight up railed him in front of you. You think it’s because Sebastian liked riling up the Gaunt. He loved pissing him off and loved to be at the brunt end of his anger. Ominis preferred to do the sexual things together or at least let the other party know. He wanted everyone to be on the same page and Sebastian disobeying that rule always left a bad taste on Ominis’s tongue.

You certainly have come to that conclusion now because you can imagine how pissed Ominis will be when he comes home.

“S-Seb… Wait.” You pant as you try to push the brunette between your legs. Tongue deep within your folds and arms holding you close to his face, Sebastian ignores your pleas as he continues to devour your wet and quivering pussy.

You had been at it for hours. Ominis had work at the ministry while Sebastian and you had the day off. They had been frequenting in your apartment for the last few days, opting to hang in yours due to the wonderful creatures in your basement and the overall homey feel of your flat. Judy didn’t need to come to work today as you had the creatures all handled during your day off. What started as simple cuddling had turned out sexual with Sebastian’s wandering hands.

You lost count of how much the boy had made you come. Your fingers grip tighter on his curls, pushing him away and yet closer as you feel another knot unraveling once more. The man loved the taste of you on his tongue, sucking the juices leaking out of you then licking your clit with vigor. Your thighs shake on his shoulders as your face writhes in pleasure. “I can’t.. Fuck, I can’t— Ngh, please, Sebastian.”

Sebastian looks up at you with eyes darkened from lust as he continues his never-ending ministrations on your swollen pussy. He pulls back, allowing a moment of reprieve. “Yes you can, baby.”

You lift your head, eyes brimming with tears as you lock eyes with him. You shake your head in disagreement but the man only tilts his head with a mocking look of sympathy. “You can and you will.”

You let out a whine as Sebastian pulls you close, putting his mouth on you once more and bringing you close to your orgasm. Your breaths shorten with high pitched whines as you lift yourself up with your elbow while the other grips his curls closer to your heat. “Fuck, fuck Seb. Please please please!”

The brunette smirks against your folds before inserting two fingers at once and curling them up, hitting your spot dead on. Your back arches as your mouth opens into a silent moan. Your thighs close around his face, a pressure he doesn’t seem to mind as your orgasm explodes. The man slurps your release with enthusiasm as you fall back on the sheets, quivering in sensitivity.

You had to harshly pull the man away from your swollen heat as you certainly can’t handle the sensitivity of your nth orgasm. You pant as you cup his face within your hands. He has a dazed look on his face as he licks his lips, humming at the taste. “Mhm, can't get enough of you.”

You smile at his comment before pulling him into a kiss, pulling him to lay on top of you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pulls you close by the waist.

After a few moments of making out, you softly pull away, giggling as he chases your lips. You admire the man above you as he looks down at you with lust still evident in his eyes. Whilst admiring, you couldn't help but voice the concern tugging in your mind for the past couple of hours. “Ominis is gonna kill you, love.”

The man laughs. He moves his head down to place soft kisses on your neck, sucking marks on your delicate skin. “Let him.”

“Can’t believe you’re that poetic.” You giggle into his hair as you feel his hands roam your curves with enthusiasm. The man continues to make his way down your neck and then finds his attention on your breasts. You sigh in pleasure as he cups one breast while putting your nipple into his mouth. Your fingers run through his curls gently, pulling him closer against your chest.

“If it gets me fucked through the mattress and limping in the morning then call me Shakespeare.” He mutters, distracted as he licks and sucks your nipple until it's swollen and sensitive. You furrow your eyebrows at the sensation, flinching as he bites it softly. He moves his attention to the other.

"Haha, funny."

Sebastian smiles at your sarcastic tone.

“It’s the third time you’ve done this, I think Ominis is actually going to kill you this time.” You sigh in pleasure as you feel Sebastian’s hard length nudge your entrance. The man hums into your breast causing you to whimper at the feeling. The man pulls away and admires his work, squeezing your breasts for one last feel before moving back up to your face.

He allows himself a moment of tenderness as he brushes stray hair away from your face. You look up at him in awe. You couldn’t believe this man was yours. You admire the beauty of his freckles that were perfectly placed across the soft plane of his cheeks. Your hands reach up to cup his face within your hands, thumb brushing his swollen pink lips.

He places a soft kiss on your lips. “If buried in your perfect fucking pussy is the way I’ll go, then fuck, I’ll welcome whatever muggle heaven awaits me.”

You giggle into his lips as he presses another kiss against yours. Basking into the soft and warm moment, you fail to realize just how long you’ve both been at it. In the corner of your eye, you see a dash of black lean against the doorway. Distracted by the sudden addition of color, your eyes lock with the subject of the conversation.

Arms crossed leaning against the doorway and face riddled with a cold look was Ominis. His face angled towards the bed with his wand gripped within his hand, he raises his free hand to put his index finger towards his lips. He smiles softly at you as he continues to listen from his spot by the door.

You would smile back but Sebastian’s sudden intrusion at your entrance leaves you to moan out loud, grasping his arm as he bottoms out with a groan. He stays still for a moment then begins to slowly move in and out.

Sebastian dives his head on your neck as he continues his slow movements. You whimper as you find comfort in gripping his hair and arm. “Fuck muggle heaven. This is the shit, right here.”

His pace begins to speed up, your moans are suddenly pulled out of you as his hips slap against your ass. Your eyes watch Ominis as he continues to stand from the doorway. You could almost feel yourself whine for his presence but you couldn’t ruin his plan of punishing Sebastian. Sebastian grabs your hip with a bruising grip in one hand as he speeds up his thrusts, leaving you writhing and clawing his arm in pleasure.

“Right there. Right the– Fuck, Sebastian!” You whine as he begins to hit that immaculate spot within you. Sebastian smirks as he angles his hips to pound that spot head on. Your moans turn into shrieks which sets Ominis off.

You watch as the blonde locks eyes with you. You’re scared (and turned on) for a moment that maybe he could see you. It certainly does pull a flush out of your body as you allow yourself to be fucked into the sheets by the distracted brunette.

Deciding that enough is enough, Ominis marches quietly like a snake slithering to its prey. You could feel your orgasm rising and you knew it was going to be interrupted with the way Ominis was approaching. Sebastian was too immersed with the feel of your pussy to notice a looming danger behind him.

Ominis moves with precision. His hand swiftly grabs Sebastian’s throat and pulls his body off of you with a harsh tug. Sebastian lets out a squeak of surprise as the blonde harshly pulls him up against his chest.

You limp against the sheets, eyes trained on the delicious scene in front of you. Sebastian is quivering in Ominis’s hold, his fingers gripping tightly on his throat as Ominis angles his head towards the brunette on his shoulder.

“You just love pissing me off, don't you?” Ominis hums softly in a low voice. Sebastian whimpers in his hold as he reaches up to pull the hold on his neck but the blonde only tightens it.

For a second, you would think that Sebastian was afraid but judging from the way his face flushed and the leaking pre-cum from his cock, you knew he was turned on as fuck.

“O-Ominis,” Sebastian croaked. “I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean to what?” Ominis snaps with gritted teeth as he pulls Sebastian closer by the neck. The brunette arches his back, clearly enjoying the manhandling. “Stop playing a fool, Sebastian. It clearly doesn’t suit you.”

“If- if it gets you this worked up,” Sebastian smirks, face dazed with pleasure. “I’d play it so fucking well that you'd have no choice but to believe me, baby.”

The taunt leaves Ominis speechless. You watch as the blonde heaves out a grumble in his chest before harshly pushing Sebastian down on the sheets with his face down and ass up.

Sebastian tilts his head to look up at the domineering figure of his lover. Ominis smirks down at the direction from where he pushed Sebastian. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Sebastian looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and you could only smirk as he allowed himself to be manhandled to Ominis's taste.

Wanting to greet the man, you stand up from the bed, slightly wavering in your stance from the amount of orgasms you endured. You walk up towards Ominis and gently cupped his cheeks. The man softens at your touch.

"Hey, darling." Ominis greets gently as his hands feel your waist and pull you close to him. You place your arms around his neck, glancing at Sebastian quivering pathetically on the bed. You smile as you place a kiss on Ominis's lips, moaning as he deepens it.

"How was your day?" He asks as if Sebastian isn't butt naked, ass up, back arched and whimpering on the sheets. You giggle at his nonchalance.

"It was okay. I missed you, though." You respond as he pulls you into a tender hug. His hands wander up to your ribs and then back down, squeezing your ass deliciously, it leaves you moaning at his touch. You hear Sebastian whimpering from his spot on the bed, clearly jealous of your sounds of affection.

"I'll deal with him first then I'll be right with you, little dove." He whispers into your ear, patting your ass two times before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You decide to let him have his fun and wait for his orders as you sit down by the headboard of the bed.

Sebastian pants in excitement as Ominis begins to undress himself, leaving only his dress shirt, tie and slacks. The blonde then pulls his tie from his neck, feeling the soft material between his fingertips.

"I've reminded you twice already, Sebastian." Ominis calmly reprimands as he gathers Sebastian's hands behind his back. The brunette's breathing quickens as the tie encases his wrists in a tight knot, not allowing him any movement. "I don't like repeating myself."

"I'm sorry." Sebastian tries to appease the blonde's anger, moaning as Ominis's hips press against his bare ass. The blonde's hands caress the soft skin of his butt, fondling the brunette's bottom. Sebastian whimpers as the hardening bulge of Ominis's cock press against his opening. "You know, I can't take my hands off her. I can't—"

"Precisely why you're a fucking pain in the ass," Ominis growls as he grinds his cock against Sebastian's ass. The brunette pathetically sobs against the sheets. "Can't keep your hands to yourself. How pathetic."

Fuck. This is so fucking hot.

You're entranced at their intimate display. Ominis with his domineering power and Sebastian willingly submitting at Ominis's hard and cruel touch. You could feel your pussy leak with excitement and want.

"I've already taught you once." Ominis moves to the side to grab a vial of liquid on the bedside table before moving back to his position behind Sebastian. The blonde then pours the liquid on Sebastian's hole. The brunette jolts at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping down his ass. Ominis laughs softly as Sebastian flinches in sensitivity as his fingers gently rub his hole. "I can do it again."

Not given the chance to respond, Sebastian loudly moans at the intrusion of two fingers. Ominis hums deeply as he revels in the feel of Sebastian's inner walls.

Aroused by the sight, you decide to add to Sebastian's suffering. Opening your legs, your hand moves down to rub your clit, moaning at the sight in front of you. Sebastian looks up with a groan.

"Bloody hell. I'm going crazy." Sebastian whines, his eyes watching your pretty pink pussy dribble out juices as you rub your cunt.

Ominis smiles at the added sound of your moans. Motivated by your voice, he adds another finger in Sebastian. The brunette yells into the sheets as Ominis hits the spot within him.

"Fuck. Ominis. Please! Just fuck me!" Sebastian yells in frustration as he grips the material wrapped around his wrists, veins bulging at how tight he's gripping it. The blonde chuckles at his frustration as he continues his ministrations. "Do it right now or I'll—"

A hand grabs Sebastian's hair out of nowhere, causing him to be cut off from his rambling. The brunette whimpers, reminded of his place as Ominis covers Sebastian's back with his body. The blonde leans close to his ear. "Or you'll what? C'mon, say it. You've been so fucking noisy the past few minutes and now you decide to shut up? Fucking pussy."

The blonde shoves him face down against the sheets and pulls out his fingers. Sebastian whines at the loss of stimulation. He then hears the drop of a belt. His heart drops at Ominis's next words. "Want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes— please. Give it to me, please. I'll take it. I'll take it so good please—" Sebastian begs, tears dripping from his eyes.

Your fingers continue to stimulate you as you insert them inside. You smile in satisfaction as Sebastian cowers like a submissive pup under Ominis's body.

"Shut the fuck up." Ominis mutters with nonchalance as he grabs the shaft of his dick and slaps it against Sebastian's opening.

Without warning, the blonde thrusts inside causing the brunette to yell at the intrusion. You were sure the neighbors will be knocking at your door tomorrow morning.

"T-Thank you." Sebastian whimpers as Ominis heads straight into it, moving his hips fast and unforgiving. The brunette takes it like a champ, sobbing into the sheets as Ominis's cock hits his spot again and again.

Sebastian looks up in a daze, eyes locked with yours as you smile down at him. Ominis seems to have noticed his distraction by you and leans down to pull him up against his chest.

The brunette rests his head against his shoulder as Ominis wraps a hand around his throat. "She can't help you. Focus up."

Right now, you have the hottest fucking view there is. Sebastian's cock bounces against his stomach at Ominis's harsh thrust. His back is arched perfectly so that his body is positioned so deliciously to look at. Ominis looks even more ravishing with his jaw clenched as he burrows his head on Sebastian's neck, hand gripping his throat as he continues to rail the brunette. Your fingers try to match the timing of his thrusts.

Sebastian lets out loud whines to the point that the blonde had to shift his hold from his neck to his mouth. The blonde's thrusts speed up faster and harder. "O-Ominis—Right there, fuck."

"Here?" Ominis snarls as he gives him a hard thrust against the spot. Sebastian sobs at the intense pleasure. "Yeah, feels good huh?"

"Oh, fuck. God, I—"

Sebastian's climax is unexpected. The brunette's eyes roll back and his body limps in Ominis's arms as strips of thick white liquid stream out of his cock. You whine as you feel your orgasm coming but stop as your wrist cramps. Ominis thrusts for a few more seconds before slowly stopping, hugging Sebastian's figure close as he lets him calm himself down from his climax.

Pressing chaste kisses on his neck he gently places Sebastian down on the bed, beside you. The brunette only whimpers, still basking in his post-orgasm haze. The blonde unties the restraints, allowing Sebastian reposition comfortably.

You turn to Ominis who pauses for a few seconds, still caressing Sebastian's back. You whine, feeling pent up from the lack of orgasm. "Ominis…"

The blonde hears your pleas as he leaves one last kiss on Sebastian's temple before walking over to your side of the bed. He leans down to press his lips onto you, diving into your arms.

"I missed you." You whine pitifully as you caress his face. He leans into your touch, pressing soft kisses on your wrist.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I'm here now," He mumbles quietly, hands moving to your hips as he grinds against your soft pussy. You moan at the stimulation. "I'll take care of you."

He places a chaste kiss on your cheek before he pushes in. Your breaths quicken as you begin to regain the pleasure of what Sebastian once gave you moments ago. The blonde moves as your pussy takes him without hesitation. You revel in low groans and pants. "If there's one thing Sebastian did right, it's preparing you for me. Fuck baby, you feel so good."

"I feel good?" You question dumbly as your eyes fixate on Ominis's handsome face. He licks his lips before smiling.

"Yeah you do baby. This pussy keeps me up all night when you're not with me." He mumbles as he lifts your leg up to rest against his shoulder. His thrusts quicken. "Can't stop thinking about you."

You whine at his confession. You could feel the incoming edge of your orgasm return. Your hands grab his arms positioned on both sides of your head. You know he's almost close as well from the way he's becoming a bit inconsistent with his rhythm.

"You close baby?" He asks as he feels your thighs shake within his grasp. You hum in agreement as your nails dig into his arm, creating red dents into his flawless skin.

"Inside please, fuck— Inside me." You sob as you try to pull the blonde closer. His tip begins hammering against your sweet spot causing you to tip over the edge and come within his touch. Ominis comes shortly after, groaning as he spurts his release in you. You moan in satisfaction at the warm feeling of his come.

The blonde sighs as he drops his head on your shoulder. There's a lapse of silence before Ominis shifts the two of you with him under you this time. You moan softly as he jostles his length inside you due to the movement. You turn towards him, kissing his lips softly.

"Can I just… ?" He trails off as his hands caress your thigh, silently motioning towards his dick still nestled within you. You giggle before kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, feel's nice." You hum as you gently grind against Ominis's length. The blonde quietly groans at your ministrations but lets you be as it provides enough stimulation but not enough to start another round, yet.

Your eyes glance toward the brunette beside you, eyes swollen with tears as he sleeps quietly. You smile at the thought of Sebastian coming so hard that he passed out.

"Is he asleep?" Ominis asks as he places a hand on your hip, gently encouraging your grinding. You hum as you pepper kisses on the blonde's face.

"Like a baby. You made him pass out. Good job." You quipped, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"He always got a bit too excited when it comes to riling me up. Serves him right." Ominis sighs in pleasure as he feels your cunt squeeze his length. You could feel a second round coming around the corner.

Ominis pulls you in a tender kiss before thrusting up against you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"You're both going to kill me." You whisper against his lips as you begin to increase your movements against his cock. Ominis smirks at your words.

His hands grip your hips as he begins the second round, fucking up against your pussy. You moan at his sudden movements.

"We just can't get enough of you, baby."

A/N: ITS FUCKING DONE i finished this at 5 am ,, absolute fucking filth yall

[tokoyamisstuff]

What would happen if every Iscariot's vampire hunter had to lose their virginity before joining the service, to avoid becoming a vampire? Anderson would have to do it too. However, he was unlucky enough to have a child from a single sex encounter. And he discovered this fact only years later.

Anderson, who has been losing his humanity for years, is once again faced with his ordinariness – despite being a priest, a hunter, and a devout Christian.

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Anemoia

[n.] nostalgia for a time or a place one has never known

2,5k. words | f! Reader | no warnings | pre-canon | not proofread

They were told not to return until the deed was committed.

Most of his fellow Iscariot members made quick work of the task, visiting a brothel to just get it over with. The thought alone sickened Anderson to the core, but it was not his place to intervene.

Others never returned after getting a taste of the forbidden fruit, may it be the glimpse of a fulfilling life ahead or simply the affectionate embrace of a lover that made them cast aside their loyalty.

Whatever it was doesn't matter in the end. They were a disgrace, weakminded fools that exchanged the honor of serving a greater purpose for some feeble satisfaction.

Anderson used to judge them heavily, loathe them even, to the point that he swore his blade would not remain unused shall he ever run into one of those traitors...

...that was until he almost became one of them.

How could he ever forget?

The Paladin remembers your first encounter as if it was yesterday. Back then he was still a naive young acolyte, not less zealous in his faith as he is today but certainly a better man than what he had turned into.

Purging the world from sin beyond human comprehension inevitably corrupts even the purest of souls.

Such was his duty, his calling, all he ever knew and wanted to do.

Not once before had he struggled with temptation, if anything he was the most strict when it came to obeyeing the rules of the book.

So obviously indulging in carnal pleasure was something he just couldn't bring himself to do, no matter how he tried to rationalize the necessity of it. To him it was a mental block keeping him from going against his teachings, feeling like it would erase a central part of himself if he did.

But then he found you.

There was an old, barely visited library at the border of a small town Anderson had made his personal sanctuary until he found a solution to his predicament. He visited daily, spending hours escaping reality through busying himself in written words but that particular day his usual spot was taken.

A stunningly beautiful woman was sitting at the huge windowsill, buried in one of his favourite books as the raindrops drumming against the glass were scattering the faint daylight across her skin.

You noticed that he was staring way before he did so himself, a gentle smile spreading across your face as you scooted over and pat the free spot next to you. He reluctantly obeyed as you waved for him to come, slightly taken aback by the random act of kindness towards a rather intimidating stranger like him.

No words were spoken the whole afternoon as you read besides each other, exchanging subtle glances and occasional timid smiles. Your interest in him was obvious, as was his, yet internally he was spending this whole time fighting against an odd warmth that was spreading through chest, seeping into his guts and wrapping his brain in cotton.

This must be a sign from god. Yes, surely you were sent here to resolve this conflict keeping him from returning to fight alongsides his brethren.

If it needs to be done either way, then so be it.

He'd be damned to take advantage of a lady like you were one, though. You deserved to be courted properly first.

And so he began playing this dangerous game, kept ignoring his conscience and doubts and instead telling himself that this was the best way to operate.

The Alexander you got to know was a true cavalier, and besides many attributes his gentle soul you admired the most. You'd spend countless dates together, sharing enriching conversations and heartfelt experiences.

Each time he told himself the next time you'd meet he'd get it over with, but deep down he never wanted this to end.

At some point though you grew weary of his endearing hesitation, deciding to make the first move and oh the mind is willing but the flesh is weak.

Only when he found himself lying in the aftermath, your body enveloped with his and feeling as content and at peace as never before, he finally snapped out of this pleasant daydream.

At that point he knew he had to stop this at once, or he'd completely lose himself and drag you down with him.

Anderson couldn't allow himself to be this happy. It was wrong in the eyes of the Lord, and especially towards you it wasn't fair. You did not know what kind of beast you truly had invited to bed - no, love you.

This was not the kind of life he could ever imagine himself taking part in. Truth be told, he never knew he wanted to be until now that it was so enticingly in reach.

Ah, that's what this is: You were his final test before he'd ascend this pathetic humanity and become one of god's chosen holy warriors.

Ultimatively, just like this, he disappeared from your life as sudden as he had become part of it, scattering your heart in the process.

That was ten years ago.

Even now not a day goes by that Anderson isn't haunted by the memory of your smile in his dreams, the ghost of your touch under his palms and your balmy lips mending him to the core.

He never regretted his decision, certain you had long since forgotten about the bastard that deceived you and led the happy life you deserved.

To him however you'd always have a special place in his heart, the last remnant of humanity, grounding him during moments he felt more akin to the monsters he fought than the people he swore to protect.

What a coincidence that he has a mission so close to the town you had met in the past...god sure works in mysterious ways.

Finding himself reminiscing as he strolls across a cobbled path of the public garden he can't help the enamored smile playing on his lips, wondering what you've been up to these days. He's been praying for your well-being every single day, being the first thought after waking up and the last before closing his eyes to sleep.

You on the other hand almost spit out your drink as you saw him just casually appearing here again, eyes raking up and down his tall form several times until you're sure you aren't hallucinating or confusing him with someone.

Time sure had taken a toll on him, but that doesn't make him any less attractive. In the past you had only ever seen him with civilian clothes, but the distinct golden cross he refused to take off even in the shower you'd recognize anywhere. Your gaze gets stuck on the clerical collar adorning his neck, and together with his priestly attire realization eventually dawns on you.

All accusations die on your tongue when his eyes lock with yours, the whole situation so bizarre that the flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed you.

One could think ten years are more than enough time to forgive, but forgetting is a completely different story.

Anderson freezes in his tracks upon seeing you, his mind instantly turned into a caleidoscope of shock and shame. For a moment he considered to just keep walking, fleeing rather, aware that there's nothing he could do or say to make up for what he's done.

Yet his heart betrayed his reason, giving in to this pull he felt towards you even after all this time. His feet moved as if they had their own will, hastily approaching you out of fear you might leave.

Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to keep your composure, looking up to the man that awkwardly towered in front of you. "Alexander" you scoffed, glaring daggers at him. "Or should I call you 'Father Anderson' now?"

"N-No, the first name is just fine, I mean...I..." he ran a hand through his hair, puffing out a strained breath as his words began to fail him. "I'm glad to see you're well."

"Are you really, though?" You cross your arms in front of your chest, the little crack in your voice sending a pang of guilt straight to his chest. "Didn't seem like you cared this past decade."

Despite your hostile demeanour Anderson hesistantly sat down next to you on the bench, groaning in frustration with himself. "That's- that's not true...it's hard to explain.."

"Spare me the excuses, it's far too late for that." You sigh as you glanced over to the man besides you again, wanting to scream and slap and shake him but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. He was a perfect image of misery, drowning in self-loathing as he should. Seeing him at least genuinely feeling bad for his actions appeased you in some way, so at least for now you refrained from reproaching him any further.

There was a strained silence that encoated both of you, and yet you couldn't deny the familiarity of each other's closeness.

In a way, it felt like no time had passed at all.

"So...have you always been a priest, or was I really so terrible that I drove you into celibacy?" you joked, making him chuckle a bit ashamed.

"Of course not. Neither of it. I was destined for this position long before I met you, but then..." he trails off, but you understood what he was implying.

Anderson folds his hands in his lap, tearing his eyes away from the ground to look at you. He was undeniably tormented by remorse, but there was a hint of something else in his features.

"I was fond of you, I really was." He still is. "You are an amazing woman, really. But it's more complicated than you think. This life...just wasn't for me."

Your expression softens significantly at his confession, but that didn't make up for even a fraction of what you've been through because of him.

All those years you had tried desperately to find him, but he was lost without a trace. You always wondered if he left because of you, or if he had really deceived you all this time. At least finally understanding the reason made you find some sort of peace with what happened.

"You're an asshole" you say anyways, and he nods in aggreement. "That was just cruel. You could've just talked to me or at least left a note. Anything but this!"

"I know, I know...but I was scared that I'd forget about my vows as soon as I look into your eyes again, like so many times before. I'm so incredibly sorry, you have no idea..."

Before either of you could continue the conversation, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around, dreading what you know comes next.

"Mooom, can you give me some money for the icecream truck?" The boy pleads with you when suddenly his attention falls on the man sitting awfully close to you. "Who's that?"

Anderson's face becomes chalk-white at the sight of the young boy wrapping his arms around you from behind, pecking a small kiss on your cheek that makes you snicker. He's got your facial structure that's for sure - but those wild ash-blond spikes and defiant emerald eyes hit him like a train.

All the things he's seen and done but this is what pushes him towards his breaking point.

"Oh, him?" Your eyes nervously dart between Alexander and your son, stuttering "Umm...that's Father Alexander Anderson, an old friend of mine."

"A friend?" His brows furrow in confusion as he had never seen him before. "You're friends with priests?"

You huff out a gentle laughter, ruffling the boy's hair much to his protest. "There's a lot you don't know about your mother. Now be polite and say hello!"

"Hello, sir." You watch proudly as the boy stretches out his hand for your aquaintace to shake. "I'm Nathaniel."

Nathaniel. Means 'gift from god'. Oh you.

Anderson's hand shake violently as he takes your son's way smaller one, eyes glossy with blinked back tears. "How-" he gulps harshly, giving his very best to appear calm despite his raging panic attack. "How old are ye, lad?"

"Almost 10!" he practically beams at the priest, blissfully unaware of this meaningful encounter. "Well...next year."

"He's very tall for his age" you remark, smirking almost a bit gleeful. "Got his father's genes."

"...I see..." Alexander squeezes the boy's hand ever so slightly before letting go, his index finger tugging on his collar that began to feel awfully suffocating. "Nice to meet you, boy. You're not causing your mother any trouble, aren't ye?"

"Of course not!" His offended reaction lured a timid chuckle to escape Anderson's throat, which you joined in as well. "Well then I guess someone's earned his icecream, am I right?"

One hand disappeared under his coat, and from the corner of your eye you could've sworn to see threatening steel beneath it. He pulled out his wallet, handing the boy a generous amount of pocket money.

"Thank you, mister!" the boy cheers, happily running off as he chirps something about how you should invite him more often. Watching your son safely arriving at the playground in the midst of the park you lean onto the backrest of the bench, cracking a placable smile. "You're surprisingly good with children."

"I-I...actually, I run an orphanage back at the Vatican." Voicing it made the absurdity of the situation crush him like a ton of bricks. All those years he lovingly raised so many children while his own alledged flesh and blood - and the love of his life - were struggling to get by. And yet while the thought of having a biological child may be terrifying considering his circumstances, having it with you of all people feels like a blessing nonetheless. "Is-is he really-"

"Don't you dare asking that question." You clutch the fabric of your shirt into a tight fist and your hurt expression makes his stomach churn. "Just look at him! He's your carbon copy."

"Yes, yes...he's perfect. Sorry...it's just..." he buries his face in his hands, unable to look at you any longer. "God, I ruined your life..."

"No you didn't" you spoke, voice firm and sincere. "It was my own choice, and Nathaniel is the best thing that could ever happen to me."

You put a reassuring hand on Anderson's shoulder, and he stared at you unbelieving yet in sheer reverence of your virtue. Suddenly he pulls you into a bear hug, letting out a shuddered breath into the crook of your neck. "Thank you for taking care of my wee boy..."

"He's a good kid" you whisper, hands finding rest on his back. "Well of course he is, no wonder with a mother like you. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Anderson slowly composes himself again, but his hands remain possessively on your shoulders. "I-I know I have no right to ask, but...could I visit him- the two of you?"

"That was my wish to begin with. No matter what happened between us, you're his father. You have every right to be a part of his life if you want to take responsibility."

"You have no idea how much that means to me..." Anderson clasps your hand with his gloved ones, his eyes intense yet loving as he solemny swears "We'll figure it out. I might not be able to make up for the lost time, but from now on, no matter what, I'll be there for you both!"

[astarionmademewriteit]

Make it Hurt

Enver Gortash x f!Durge (pre-tadpole)

Rating: Explicit

MDNI. 18+ only. Minors and blank bios will be blocked.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Tags: Blood play; Knife kink; Mentions of violence and gore; PIV rough sex; Choking; Spitting (in mouth); Act 3 Spoilers; Gortash being a lil' bit submissive but switch-coded.

Summary: Durge and Enver have another council meeting, but it is quickly revealed that Enver was using it as an excuse to see his favorite assassin. The sexual tension had been building up between them for while and Durge finally acts on it, finding quick but mutual gratification in their shared love for pain and blood.

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I grow weary of this cat and mouse game Gortash and I find ourselves playing at. It was no secret that centuries of bad blood bore between Bhaal and Bane. Their respective chosen settling their differences in order to overtake Baldur's Gate. However, the list of differences between Gortash and I happened to be shorter than previously suggested.

He was brilliant, to be sure. His thirst for blood and pain rivaled my own. But I was a seasoned killer, trained in the art of murder and violence. I did not veil the carnal pleasure that ran through my veins at the sight of spilled blood, nor the ferocity of lust that churned deep within me when I was called to dole out executions on his behalf.

Most others saw my duplicitous nature and turned away in quiet disgust, but Enver openly admired me for it. And now we sit at yet another council meeting, carving out our well-laid plans for the city. 

Enver’s hand is splayed out over a letter from General Thorm detailing his work in the Shadowlands and the army he continues to amass. The contents bore me into bouts of restlessness.

I shove away from the table, and in one fluid motion draw my dagger and bury it into the table, right between his fingers.

His unflinching dark gaze meets mine and a smirk plays on his lips.

“Enough with this drivel, Gortash,” I hiss, “This is the second council meeting in one week. If I cared what Ketheric had to say, I'd visit that dreaded place myself. Why am I here?”

Enver chuckles darkly, pulling the dagger from the table and testing its sharpness. He presses his fingertip into the sharpened point, until blood rushes from his finger. Red rivulets flow freely from his wound, splattering on Thorm's forgotten letter.

“Does world domination carve into too much of your precious time?” His rhetorical question was full of condescension, “Perhaps, I just needed to find another excuse to conspire with my favorite assassin.” He cocks an amused eyebrow in my direction and a smug grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. 

I roll my eyes and yank the dagger from his grasp, hoping it catches against his skin once more so I can watch him bleed so prettily for me.

“There are better excuses than reading letters from that heretic,” I growl with disdain as I gesture towards the letters. Ketheric had his uses, but he never appreciated the finality of death–something I took personally, as his sacrilegious mindset directly conflicted with the tenants of Bhaal.

“Would you rather I prepare some prisoners for torture? Maiming? I understand you are fond of spilling blood,” his gaze never leaving mine, “It's one of the many things I admire about you.”

I circle around to his chair and sit on the edge of the council table beside Enver. I prop my leg over my knee, drawing his attention. He leans back in his chair and watches me closely, his eyes lingering on my form.

“Maiming?” I spit with disgust, “There is art in murder, but maiming is below me,” I grab his wrist and examine his pricked fingertip, “It's about coaxing,” I squeeze the tip of his finger and watch as blood dribbles down his wrist, “It is about taste,” I pull his finger into my mouth unprovoked, sucking and pulling blood from his wound. The coppery taste sends my body into a vibrating thrum of excitement and ecstasy. 

Enver sucks in his breath and something between a sound of approval and a low guttural growl escapes his chest. I slowly let his finger retreat, never breaking our intense gaze. 

“It's about practicality.” I push myself off the table and stand behind him, grabbing a handful of his hair at the crown of his head, pulling him painfully backwards until his eyes are back on me. The sharp edge of my dagger flush against his throat–one swift movement away from nicking his artery.

Gortash’s eyes watched me carefully, but he was neither scared nor nervous. I couldn’t help but feel pleased at this revelation. A look of longing passes between us, and in one fleeting moment I lean down and crush my lips to his. He receives me eagerly despite the steel of my knife threatening to bite into his flesh.

After a moment I bury the dagger into the table and Enver quickly stands and wraps his arms around my waist. I jump off the ground and wrap my legs around his middle, connecting our lips again. Our kiss is messy, filled with teeth, tongue, and lips–molding together with bruising force. His prickly stubble rubs deliciously against my face.

Enver spins and sits me on the edge of the table, hovering over me as his gilded fingers lace through my hair. He sighs deeply into my mouth as our tongues explore one another. I start thumbing the laces of his robes, pulling them open and running my nails through his thick chest hair–not holding back the way my sharp nails bite into his skin.

His golden filigree gloves claw at my scalp and down the back of my neck as he grows more desperate. I bite hard into his bottom lip until I draw blood, smiling against his abrasive kisses. He groans with pleasure as I suck the blood that surfaces from his wound.

I pull back momentarily, panting heavy as I whisper how good he tastes while pulling the last of his laces free. In a flurry of hurried movements, we undress before our lips crush back together, as if our very survival depended on it.

I lay flat on my back in the middle of the council table as he crawls over my body with a predatory gaze. Enver knees my legs open while he trails kisses down my neck. His cock rubbing torturously between my slick folds, teasing my clit and driving me into a lust-filled craze.

Impatience thrums through my body and I quickly grab Enver’s throat with enough force to cut off his airflow. I pull him up to meet my eyes, his dark gaze boring into me with such frantic intensity.

“Fuck me,” I growl, “Before I change my mind and slit your throat. And make it hurt.”

He chuckles darkly. Clearly amused by my threats, “As you wish, my assassin.”

Without a moment lost, he painfully forces himself inside me, threatening to split me in half. I cry out in pleasure, relishing in the way he fills me completely–his hips snapping into me with newfound ferocity. His golden filigree claws dig into the very wood of the council table, leaving deep splintering grooves.

My nails dig into his back, tracing painful welts into his flesh. The pain only motivates him to rut into me harder, pulling out far enough so that the swollen head of his cock forces me open wider, before snapping back into me with unrelenting force.

I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips up off the table so that he is hitting my pleasure points with devastating precision. His name falls from my lips like a haunted hymn, echoing off the vaulted ceilings of the council room.

Enver’s lips meet mine with such brutality that my skull presses painfully into the table underneath. His back is now spattered in bloody scratch marks, dripping down his back artfully.

I groan in pleasure, my ecstasy building into a dizzying crescendo. Enver’s teeth suddenly dig into the flesh of my lips, and the familiar coppery flavor of my blood spills from the wound. He sucks at my blood, groaning with carnal delight while he continues to thrust relentlessly into my dripping cunt.

He pulls back, reveling in the taste of my blood–savoring it on his tongue. “Open up, dear assassin,” he growls. I comply instantly, opening my mouth wide and letting my tongue fall from my lips seductively.

He hovers over my mouth and allows a mixture of my blood and his saliva to fall back into my waiting mouth. I whimper–elated with our own debauchery. His pace becomes more aggressive–abusive, even, as I chase my release. 

My pleasure peaks and I’m falling victim to the white hot flash of ecstasy that rocks through my body, seizing my muscles until I’m coming undone–completely unraveling under his body. My cries ring through the room, Enver’s name the only prayer I care to recite.

Gortash breathes heavily in my ear, chasing his own release. His thrusts become uneven and sloppy. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils are completely blown out as he watches me while I continue to fall apart as he ruins my cunt with his punishing pace.

As my orgasm starts to subside I pull the dagger from the wooden table and press the sharp edge to the soft flesh of his throat once again. His eyes roll into the back of his head, enjoying the cold steel against his neck–the possibility of death lingering close by only motivating him to fuck me harder–deeper.

“Come inside me, Enver,” I hiss, tightening my legs around his waist as he continues to rut into me, desperately. His golden claws dig into the table, further marring the council table–leaving behind evidence of our violent tryst.

“Yes, my assassin,” he relents, shooting ropes of cum deep in my slick cunt, filling me with his seed. Enver whimpers into my neck, biting viciously at the soft flesh of my throat, leaving bruising evidence of his lusty confessions on my skin. His cock spasming uncontrollably inside of me.

His orgasm begins to subside, our sweat mixes with blood and violent ecstasy as he stills inside of me.

I run my fingers through his dark, bedraggled hair, having discarded my dagger momentarily.

“Regain your strength, Gortash,” I command arrogantly, “We are not done yet.”

He laughs breathily as he tries to regain some semblance of composure, “Whatever my favorite assassin commands, I shall happily deliver.”

I felt momentary relief now that we have finally acted on our building sexual tension. The feeling is quickly replaced with a new kind of hunger–one that rivals the murderous fantasies that occupy my mind. We complement one another, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together to create a beautifully violent masterpiece. 

I knew at that moment that something incredible would have to pull us away from one another. The impossibility of it amused me greatly.

[himbo-ford-pines]

Hello stanbel shippers I’m here to f e e d you. This is for a fic trade with @baddog-nobiting !! They ordered something pretty yummy and cute and uhhhhh yeah 🙈🥵👉👈 here u go babe

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“Mabel, the remote.” Stan grunted, pointing at it across the room while doinh his best not to move from his spot in the worn recliner.

Mabel got up from her spot and grabbed it. “You have to say please, Grunkle Stan, we talked about this.” She stood in front of the tv and crossed her arms.

Stanley scowled. “Mabel, it’s my house. My cable, that I pay for. Hand it over.” He held out his hand, looking at her with his infamous “no buts” expression.

She huffed and climbed into his lap, pouting at him and giving him her best doe-eyed baby girl look. “Well can I at least sit up here with you?” The gears were turning in her head. She would get a please out of him whether he liked it or not.

“Course sweetie.” He kissed her hair and plucked the remote out of her hand, noting the (slightly smudged and fingerprinted) rainbow nail polish on her fingers. “I like your nails. You gonna do mine?” He joked, pinching her side.

“When you ask me politely.” She crossed her arms defiantly.

He rolled his eyes and changed the channel, pulling his girl closer to his body. He kept a firm hand on her hip.

After a few minutes, he began tugging at her skirt, nuzzling and mouthing at her neck and jaw.

She laid her head back, baring her neck to him and humming happily. His hand started to snake into her star-printed panties and she grabbed his wrist. He looked at her in surprise. “What? Not in the mood tonight pumpkin?”

“You didn’t ask, Grunkle Stan.” She grinned innocently at him, showing off her rainbow braces that matched her rainbow nails.

“I never ask.” He teased. “I’m your Grunkle, I don’t have to.” He started to rub over her crotch. “Besides, you’re sitting here soaking wet, princess. Why don’t you let me fix it.” He started trying to get into her underwear again and she leaned down and bit him solidly. He pulled back, rubbing spit his forearm. “Ow, seriously? Fine, then you can just sit there.” He adjusted so his hard cock that sat tenting his boxers was pressing right down the middle of her ass and they sat in silence like that for a while, watching tv until Mabel fell asleep. When Stanley noticed, he picked her up and carried her to bed, muttering about having to take care of himself.

He was irritable the next day, scowling while he made breakfast. Stanford came in from a long night downstairs to refill his coffee. “Good morning.” He kissed the back of Stanley’s neck and wrapped an arm around him, resting his large hand on his brother’s chest. “What’s wrong? You’re burning your pancakes.”

Stan cursed and shut off the stove. “…. Mabel wouldn’t put out last night.”

“That’s what you’re pissed about? She has a right to say no.”

“It’s not that. She didn’t say no. She… said I had to ‘ask politely’. You know, say please.”

There was quiet for a moment before Ford laughed loudly and let go of him. “You know, I was gonna take care of that grouchy attitude but… I think I’m with our great niece on this one.” He smirked in satisfaction when Stan blinked.

“Wha- fine! I don’t need you, I have old righty here!” He held up his right hand. “And he never says no!” He huffed and started breakfast over, and Ford left the kitchen snickering.

Needless to say, Stan’s hand didn’t do the trick, it didn’t even touch the carnal need in his pants. He sighed and trudged into the living room after trying to finish in his bedroom for the last hour, pausing at the sight of the kids playing video games in their underwear. His cock twitched. Goddammit. “Okay, shoo. Get.” He started waving them out of the living room. “Go hit each other with sticks or whatever it is you do.” He plopped down in his chair, eyeing them both. “Why the hell are you naked anyway?”

“We’re not naked, and it’s like a bajillion degrees in here dude.” Dipper crossed his arms. “Can we please turn the AC up?”

“When you start-“

“Paying the electric bill, I know I know.” The tween rolled his eyes. “Come on Mabel, let’s go to the creek.” They ran upstairs to get their bathing suits on and Stan leaned back, reaching into his pants to try again to rub one out. By the time they came downstairs he was sweaty and irritated, watching tv with an insipid look on his face. Dipper yelled up to Mabel that he would race her outside and he bolted through the living room without a second glance at Stan.

“That’s not fair, I’m still tying my swimsuit!” She whined at her brother as she followed him down. Stan looked up, taking in the young girl in her fucking red and white polka dot bikini. God. Dammit. he grabbed her wrist as she ran by.

“Hey! I’m gonna lose!”

“Please.” He muttered through grit teeth.

Mabel blinked at him then squealed and grinned. “Say it again!”

“Oh come on!”

“Do iiiiiit.”

“…..” he sighed heavily. “Please Mabel; please, please, please.”

“Please… what?” She bit her lip, still grinning. She was eating this up.

“God- please get your hands dirty for me.” He covered his face with one hand, bright red.

“Okay! Since you asked sooo nicely.” She kissed his cheek and got on her knees on the carpet in front of him, before wrapping both her hands around his cock and squeezing. He moaned lowly, leaning his head back. “Fuck… thank you…”

“You’re learning so fast Grunkle Stan.” She kissed the tip of his cock before going down on him.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake king’s bride 9

No sympathy for the Devil

Notes:

WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD! TALKS OF WHAT HAPPENED AFTER CHAPTER 7

It was a cold day in hell. Sinsmas. The actual day, Christmas for the folks up on earth. And here you were in bed alone.

"Hey! It's Lucifer! Can we talk? I brought Pancakes!" Lucifer knocked outside the door. You got up and opened the door to your room. "Hi… I wanna talk about what happened after your family’s party."

"There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing happened." You denied.

"Come on, you can't just bottle up your emotions like that! I made a huge mistake, I thought all this time if I could just shower you in love and intimacy you'd love me. But you cried that night." You listened to him ramble. You took the plate and motioned him to follow you into the room.

"Close the door." You instructed and he followed. "Why do you love me Lucifer?"

"I don't know."

"You're a bad person." You tell him as you sit on your bed and started to eat the pancakes.

"I know. I'm sorry. By the time I realized that my last ditch effort couldn't make you fall in love with me it was too late."

"Is that why you ran out in the middle of sex and didn't come back the next morning."

"Yeah. Was there something, anything, that I could have done to make it better?" He knelt on one knee in front of you.

"Not doing it at all." 

"Well, unfortunately we're past that point darling."

"You know, you're really sick in the head. You coerced me into sex, took my virginity, and you didn't have the decency to clean me up, or even stay with me. Then you come back days after the fact and try to worm your way into my life.

"That's not a fair representation of what happened that night. I kissed you sure, but you were the one who brought me to the bed."

"As you were groping me, shoving your tongue down my throat, and telling me how much you needed me carnally."

"I never wanted to hurt you. The fact that I have hurts me so much more than you could ever realize."

"No no, don't turn this on me. What could I have said? You had the power in that situation. You threatened to kill my family."

"Your dad shot me! And your mom scarred me with holy water!"

"Firstly the bullet bounced off your skin and shattered, and secondly can you blame my mom? You're literally the Devil."

"That's besides the point. Up until that night when have I ever intentionally done anything to hurt you?"

"Well you literally kidnapped me. You're holding me hostage. You've been trying to force me to marry you since the moment we met. You've made several sexual advances on me since then. You threatened my family at the Halloween party. And on top of all of that you're constantly comparing me to Lilith which just makes me feel so shitty about myself."

"Wow, I've been so shitty to you. Are you okay? It feels like you should have tried to run away by now."

"Some days you really make me want to."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Oo! You can start by eliminating the discrimination against Imps and Hellhounds. Then you can give Styx, Renesmee, Nina, and Pluto Raises, and more paid vacations, more vacation time overall. I get to see my family and friends whenever I want. I also want to see a therapist. And finally I want to go to the other rings and see how the other Sins treat their citizens."

"Wow, that's… a lot."

"After everything you've done to me, this should be the bare minimum." You stood up and walked past him.

"But I never meant to hurt you!" He shot up to follow you. 

"But you did! You try to justify and ignore everything you do! You never take accountability for what you've done! You didn't mean to hurt me! Bit you did! Oh, but I was the one who instigated sex. But you were the one who implied that's what we'd be heading to that night. And I couldn't protest to it because you held the power! You were the one who made the conditions of our deal! I didn't have any room to argue!"

"IM SORRY OKAY?!" He reached out to you but you pulled out of his reach, leaving him to fall onto the floor. He curled into himself on his knees. "IM SORRY! IM SO SORRY!!" He sobbed. "I thought I was doing what you wanted. I was trying to do what you wanted that night! You kissed me back, remember? You grabbed onto me and you led me to my room. I have not been able to sleep in that bed since that night! I have hardly been able to look at you since you started to cry that night. The fear in your eyes, the pain, the utter despair on your face is burned into my brain. I am constantly thinking about how badly I hurt you. And if I have to burn down all of Heaven and Hell to get you to forgive me I will."

"Good. Because I will have no sympathy for the Devil."

[emmg]

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lol sure, here's something from that Emmrich yapping smutfic (it's literally titled Emmrich yapping in my livingwriter folder) I'm almost done with. It's honestly more like smut-crackfic but eh.

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But Emmrich? Oh, bless his thoroughly misguided soul—he’s taking a slow, respectful tour through this grand gallery of bullshit, inspecting each piece with a quiet reverence. He stops at her latest acquisition, a truly horrifying thing she pulled out of a ruin, and leans in, one arm behind his back, the other half-extended yet never coming into contact. 

“I must admit,” he begins in that scholarly tone that always makes her wonder if he's actually part Chantry priest, part baffled academic. “I’m not entirely sure what this is, but the etchings… well, they seem to represent some sort of ritual…” 

She just stares at him. Then at the thing. Then back at him, waiting for the punchline. There isn’t one. 

She looks again at the monstrosity, which, upon further inspection, features two elves engaged in… well, anatomical exploration of the highest order. Carnal, no-question-about-it, “we’re about to break every surface in this room” kind of exploration.

“They’re fucking, Emmrich,” she says, completely deadpan, pointing right at where one elf’s face is very comfortably nestled between the other's legs. “Look. This one’s sucking that one’s—” 

“We cannot know for certain,” Emmrich interrupts, still managing to maintain that scholarly facade like he’s discussing anything other than ancient elf smut. “There could be multiple interpretations of—”

“—and here,” she cuts him off again, gesturing to where the two figures are now enthusiastically going at it from behind. “They’re doing it from the back.” 

"—or they are simply exploring— "

"—each other's holes," she says, because apparently this needs to be spelled out. "With their fingers," she adds, jabbing her own at the leftmost doodle. "With their mouths," she circles the middle with a flourish. "And their dicks—oh wait, look at that, it's two men. Nice. Good for them."

"Ah, well, physical love is a common subject in art," Emmrich replies, clearly deciding this is the hill he’s not going to die on today. He even flashes her a little smile. And, to his credit, he doesn’t flinch, just shrugs it off with all the grace of someone who has seen way worse and is already turning to the next piece of trash.

Now she’s feeling a little cheeky herself, so she glides after him, practically stalking his tall, oblivious form like a cat with a mouse. “And what’s your personal opinion on it?” she purrs, even throwing in a dramatic eyebrow wiggle for good measure. 

Emmrich doesn’t even blink. "It could use some color." 

Well. That’s one way to dodge the question. 

She’s circled him more times than a vulture eyeing a fresh carcass—always shameless, always bold, and always armed with a tongue sharp enough to slice through steel. Her touch a little too accidentally-on-purpose. Subtle as a sledgehammer. She’s practically made a sport out of it, finding the most absurd excuses to invade his personal space. "Oh dear, this carriage is sooo cramped," as if the three feet of empty seat beside her have mysteriously evaporated and the only logical solution is to plaster herself against him like an overgrown barnacle.

She’s barged in on his private reading time more than once, settling in as if she’s been invited. Even exploited his love for teaching, feigning breathless fascination with any and all mundane, dry subject. "Oh, Emmrich, you must show me how you conduct an autopsy! I simply have to see it with my own eyes! And oh my, your hands look sooo fetching inside that cadaver’s chest cavity, teehee.”

[pagesfromthevoid]

Sparks Fly | r. | VI

Rolan x Sorceress!Tav

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Mentions of brothels, mentions of murder

Author's Note: Minthara is rubbing off on Tav a little bit, I think, in this chapter.

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The journey from the Shadow Cursed Lands to Baldur’s Gate is the most uneventful experience Tav has had in a long time. No one tries to attack them, there’s no one that needs to be saved, and for the most part, it’s a straight shot. They get to a border town and set up camp, and everyone is in good spirits as they settle in for the night. Tav falls asleep dreaming of Rolan’s lips on her body, hoping against all her odds that she’ll get to see him again. 

Until they’re awakened by a portal in their camp, just outside Rivington, and are ambushed by Githyanki. Then have to enter the godsdamned Astral Plane. And now she’s aware that whoever this “guardian” in her head is —is actually a godsdamned mind flayer, and there’s a trapped prince who is living inside the prism she carries in her backpack. 

What she would give for uneventful again.

Following whatever that experience was in the Astral Plane, Tav and her companions get whatever rest they can and head into Rivington. They need supplies, and Gale is eager to get into the city to find some shop that may have a book about Karsus. Tav is less interested in the book and more interested in handling everything else, but she lets Gale take the lead on this little quest. Besides, she needs to keep a close eye on Astarion —he’s been talking about ascending and she’s pretty sure that’s the worst idea imaginable. 

Well, one of the worst ideas imaginable, at least. 

Through various side jobs and almost being murdered by a fucking clown then also being harassed by Orin, they finally manage to get themselves into Wyrm’s Crossing, only to be harassed by Raphael next. 

Tav is about this close to having a breakdown, because everything just keeps piling up. 

“Perhaps you need to let off some steam,” Astarion suggests as they leave Sharess’s Caress. He’s motioning around them, as if she’s going to take part in something here. “Plenty to choose from. Though, there’s no tieflings.”

Tav eyes him in annoyance. “Shut it, you.”

Minthara, who has steadily become an excellent, if not mildly alarming, addition to their group, pushes Tav forward. “Do not listen to the vampire, Anastasiya. We have much to do today.”

“Thank you, Minthara. At least one of you —,”

“Once our problem has been resolved, then you may seek the carnal pleasures of your devil.”

Tav throws her hands in the air before jumping off the last two steps of the brothel. Shadowheart falls into step with her as they head towards the Lower City gates. 

“Ignore them,” the cleric says, bumping her shoulder with Tav’s. “I think what you found with Rolan is very sweet, even if it’s a bit poorly timed.”

“Yeah, well,” Tav sighs, running a hand through her hair. “Feelings can’t be controlled and all that.”

“Perhaps we’ll see him before we take down the Netherbrain,” Shadowheart offers, though her tone is less hopeful and more sympathetic than anything.

“You and I both know that’s unlikely,” Tav reminds her, and she has a wistful smile on her face as she looks down. “I have accepted that, whatever the two of us may feel, that it’s fleeting at best.”

“You’re supposed to be the optimistic one,” Shadowheart points out as Minthara pushes the cleric aside.

“Optimism is not going to win battles, cleric. Anastasiya is right to remain pragmatic,” the drow cuts in, looking around them as they approach the Flaming Fist at the edge of Wyrm’s Crossing. “Our odds of survival are low, however we will destroy all those who oppose us until the bitter, bloody end.”

“I have to agree with Minthy here,” Astarion offers, wrapping an arm around Minthara’s shoulders. She shoves him away with a sneer. “Be realistic, Shadowheart. Anastasiya and her little devil are star-crossed lovers at best.”

“Can we stop talking about my love life?” Tav asks, glaring at them all as she fishes the Lower City pass out of her pocket, holding it out to the Flaming Fist at the gate. They shout to each other and the gate lowers, and Tav and her companions have finally made it into the Lower City of Baldur’s Gate –somehow in one piece.

Minthara splits off as they get into the city, with Astarion following her, and she’s saying something about finding better lodging than the ground. Tav does not argue with this, absolutely in agreement that sleeping in a bed would be much better than sleeping on the ground. Shortly after they disappear into the crowd, Gale is leading the way through throngs of people, pointing at an ornate domed roof. 

“That’s Sorcerous Sundries –if they don’t have anything on the Annals of Karsus, nowhere else will.”

“You have high hopes for this book store,” Tav comments idly, walking now with her hands on her head. 

“Oh, ho, ho. It is not simply a ‘book store,’” Gale corrects, pointing at her. “It is the largest purveyor of magical items on the Sword Coast. Anything we might need for the coming days –scrolls, potions, enchanted weapons –they have it all.”

“Very deus ex machina,” she teases, grinning as they approach the shop.

“Just because they provide the means to be successful doesn’t mean we will be,” he reminds her, though he’s putting his hand over his chest. “Though, at any rate, I’m very ‘deus ex machina.’”

Tav steps in front of him and stops, and Gale stumbles some as he looks down at her. She’s narrowing her eyes up at him, one hand on his shoulder and the other pointing at him angrily. 

“You are not blowing yourself up, just because Mystra told you to,” she snaps at him, jabbing her finger into his chest. “I don’t give a damn what the Goddess of Magic has to say. I’ll fight her too.”

Gale takes her hand and smiles softly. “You need not fight Mystra for me, Tav, though I appreciate the sentiment. We will see when it comes time.”

He’s pushing past her and Tav is looking to Shadowheart with pleading eyes, asking her to talk some sense into Gale. But Shadowheart just shrugs, saying it’s his choice and no one else’s. Tav does not like this answer and crosses her arms over her chest, mumbling to herself that wizards all have a death wish, it seems. But her two companions are ignoring her, entering Sorcerous Sundries without looking back at her. Tav groans and picks up her pace, sliding past the animated armor to enter the shop.

The first thing she notices is how overwhelmingly loud it is. There’s people everywhere, all doing something different. On one side, someone is summoning an air elemental, then on the other someone is reviving what looks like a corpse. Behind them is a teenager, trying to cast a spell. 

The shelves are lined with thousands of books and items, all of which seem to be alarmingly easy to just touch and thus break. Gale has disappeared and so has Shadowheart and now Tav is just standing there, looking around herself. She doesn’t know where to look first and she moves to lean against the pillar beside her –

Only for it to disappear and she falls over, hitting the ground with a thud and a groan. The sounds around her soften as she hits the ground, with people peering over to check on her. But she’s still overwhelmed and being stared at doesn’t help. She’s pushing herself off the ground, trying to act like she totally meant to do that, cursing as she does.

“Godsdamned fucking illusions –,”

“Miss Anastasiya?”

Her attention snaps up at the familiar voice, eyes widening as Rolan is approaching from…behind the counter.

“Rolan?” 

He extends his hand to her, and she takes it without hesitation –not really because she needs help getting up but because she wants to feel him again.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, hand lingering in hers as she finally stands properly, but he’s not looking at her. She’s in no rush to let go either, and she’s trying to get a good look at him.

“Gale wants some book,” she explains, but she’s not focused on the words she’s saying because she’s looking him over closely. “What are you doing here?”

“This is…part of my apprenticeship.” He still won’t meet her eyes, though, even as she’s trying so hard to catch a glimpse. 

His attempt at hiding from her fails, however.

Bruises litter his face, darkening his cheeks. There’s cuts that have not healed and dried blood like he missed it from cleaning up. His lip is cut –badly bruised itself and slightly swollen –but he’s pulling away from her and hurrying back to his post at the counter, and Tav doesn’t finish her examination of him. The bruises on his face lead to his neck, and she’s certain that they extend well below his collar.

Now she’s rushing after him, practically jumping across the counter but he’s pushing her back over. “What’s happened to you? Who did this?”

“It’s nothing,” he insists, eyes cast down as he restacks the flyers that she knocked over. She glances at his hands again, which are just as bruised as his face. “You said you were here for a book?”

“No book is more important than you telling me what happened,” she presses, putting her hand over his. He pulls it away though, slipping a flyer into her hand. Her eyes catch the word Nightsong, but she’s not processing that just yet. 

“It’s fine, Miss Anastasiya,” he promises, but it falls on deaf ears. “Please, leave it be.”

For a long moment, she simply stares at him, counting the bruises and cuts, and determines that whoever did this to him will get double the amount of pain. Her heart is pounding in her chest, threatening to burst through her ribs. This isn’t how she wants to be reunited with him —him refusing to look at her, beaten down. 

But she knows if she pushes, he won’t tell her anything. 

“Why are you passing out flyers about the Nightsong?” She asks, changing the subject as she looks over the flyer. Her eyes narrow as she reads over the reward, as if Aylin is some object to be bought. 

Rolan seems to appreciate that she isn’t asking about him anymore. “It’s all I deal with —some relic that Master Lorrokoan is after. If you have any information —,”

“Oh, I have plenty of information,” she hisses, crumpling the flyer and throwing it behind her. 

Rolan looks surprised, though she isn’t sure why. At this point, he should probably know that she and her companions know way too much about various things. But she doesn’t point that out, instead leaning over the counter. Rolan stares at her, hesitating a moment before he leans in closer to her. 

“Two very important things,” she starts, holding up two fingers. She drops one. “One, your master isn’t going to enjoy the information I have for him or its outcome.” She holds up the second finger again. “Two, when I find out where Astarion found lodging, I’m going to send for you and I’d like you to come see me.”

“Miss Anastasiya, I cannot get away as easily as you’d think —,”

Realization strikes her and Tav narrows her eyes, looking up at the portals at the top of the stairs then back at him. 

“Three things then,” she corrects, putting up a third finger. “If I find out Lorrokoan is the one who did this to you, Ramizith’s tower will have a new master before the end of the week.”

His eyes widen, and she can tell he’s about to argue with her but she’s pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, wishing her lips could heal the pain he was in. Rolan freezes in his tracks, breath catching as Gale and Shadowheart are returning to her side. Then she pulls away with a little half wave. 

“I’ll see you soon, Rolan,” she promises, winking at him. “Either here or when you come see me.”

Rolan is touching his cheek, watching her with wide eyes as he simply nods. Tav turns on her heel and storms out of the shop, eager to tell Aylin what she’s learned. 

[loadedberetta]

by the law of probability this has most likely been done before but listen; Ghoap x reader, but hear me out here:

Johnny's been teetering on the edge of Ghost's trust for days now. he hasn't got off in those days, mind you. and Ghost is gone. you forgot where he went, you and Johnny were barely awake when he left.

when you finally got up, Johnny was by you. watching you make breakfast, making you a coffee in the meantime. when you sat down on the couch to eat, he settled below you comfortably, like he did to Ghost whenever he sat there. you squinted your eyes just slightly, but he was already on all fours, and you tentatively laid your calves on his back.

after a moment of two, it settled, the feeling sunk in. this was... nice.

and he continued acting like this, and you couldn't wrap your head around it. sceptical all morning, as you couldn't fucking figure why he defaulted to this now.

that was until you laid back to bed to watch something on the telly.

he came into the room, without a word and curled up by the foot of the bed. This was all for you, so you took the liberty of assuming command.

"c'mere." you patted the plush cover beside yourself.

and he did, even licking your hand pointing to where he should lay. the tv went on in the background.

his hair brushed against your thigh.

"you've been a good boy, Johnny." you remarked as your vision shifted back to the program on the telly. hand remaining beside you, and he nuzzled into it.

he lifted his head and looks up to you, not talking, but you read him.

"yes. I can tell you that too, can't I." you smoothed your hand under his jaw, and gave it a tentative scratch, to which he closed his soft blue eyes.

"come" you instructed, and he picked his head up more to the small noise of your hand patting your bare thigh.

without a word he laid half his body on your legs and lower body, hands encasing your frame.

"good" you smiled and continued watching the renovation show on the box. almost absentmindedly, your fingers entwined with his locks, growing longer than he usually let them.

he let out a satisfied breath, one you don't often hear him do. it's not often he is able to do it. you drowned out the thought of having to explain to Ghost why you let the dog on the bed.

you almost don't notice his fingers curl around your sides. it's faint, but it's there. what wasn't so faint was the fact that Johnny sported a hard-on. and you didn't have the presence of mind to scold him for it. he's been watching for days now, how Ghost got his way with you. it was almost like he was dreaming, but instead of that dream-running you sometimes see puppies do, it's rutting against your calf.

lightly, but he started doing it.

something cold ran down your neck. icy sweat at the thought of Ghost coming home to this.

but fuck that, your cunt has already done the thinking for you, as Johnny's eager nose picked up your scent, and turned towards your core.

eyes sharper than a tack looked up to you, a silent plea. no, not a plea, a want. a need. something carnal?

he was over you on all fours faster than you could comprehend and spoke for the first time that morning.

"you're too easy to lead on, lovey...

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 67 - Erupt

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            Adrien sat hunched over Daizzi’s anklet. His brows knotted in concentration as his eye twitched in frustration. He hit the vital points again, but no reaction. He gritted his teeth as he tried again, but nothing. He tried again and again until he groaned and threw the tool and Daizzi’s anklet into the hair. He slammed his face onto the table as the tool clattered beside him and Daizzi caught her anklet. Plagg peeked over from the middle of the table and grinned while Daizzi approached Adrien.

            “Adrien, I do appreciate what you’re trying to do, but could we maybe, I don’t know, take a break?” Daizzi asked.

            “No. I have this. I know I do. I just need to do better,” Adrien remarked.

            “I know, but we’ve been at this for a few weeks, and it just feels, I don’t know, exhausting.”

            Adrien sat up. “But I haven’t gotten it right. I have to get it right. I have to help set you all free.”

            “I know, and I appreciate that, but I don’t think this is helping you. I think you should take a break and relax.”

            “I’ve already tried that multiple times and it has only gotten worse.”

            “Oh, come now. I’m sure it’s not all that bad. There was the pool, and-.”

            “Don’t remind me of the pool. I hated seeing Alix body slammed by that ox. I wanted to do something, maybe not beat Kim up like Chloe and Zoe did, but I don’t know what. Not to mention seeing certain people dressed in swimsuits like that just… I don’t want to talk about it.”

            Plagg smirked as he sauntered over to Adrien and Daizzi. “What’s the matter, Adrien? Your frustrations getting to be too much for you?”

            “Not enough to have you destroy them,” Adrien hissed.

            “It’d be much easier if you were just free of them,” Plagg remarked.

            “But who’s to say they won’t come back? I mean, there’s still Gabriel who isn’t really doing the best at reconnecting with Adrien. Granted Adrien isn’t trying either as he’s always here, but what can you do? There’s also Felix who is still trying to pursue Kagami even after Alix told him that Kagami wasn’t interested. Which also didn’t end well when the two got into a fist fight. There’s also his mortal carnal desires taking root after Mayura removed the associated emotions with his trauma that sorta, y’know, clears that up. But not good since he’s without a mortal companion to engage in such activities with.”

            Adrien tsked. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t do whatever it is that stuff is. Thinking and doing whatever comes after kissing are two very different things.”

            “From the insults I gather from Alix for Felix, you just need to think with this other head she speaks of,” Plagg commented.

            “I… I don’t even know what that means. Whatever! It doesn’t even matter. Look, I’d rather just forget all about those feelings, but not have them destroyed, alright? I can… I can deal with this.”

            Plagg grumbled as he rolled his eyes and returned to the center of the table.

            “Well, uh, can we still take a break? Oh! How about music? You and Nino seemed to enjoy that, right? It got your mind off things, right?” Daizzi suggested.

            “Not for long,” Adrien admitted.

            “What about hanging out with Nino then? You two seemed to have fun at the pool, and I’m sure he misses you, right?”

            “Not yet. There will be time to relax once I get this finished. I know how to do it. I just need to do it right.”

            “What about Rose’s sweet sixteen party thing she’s having today? That one Alix went to?” Plagg suggested.

            “Oh! Yes! That should be fun,” Daizzi added.

            “Marinette’s there,” Adrien remarked.

            “But… I thought you were tolerating her?”

            “I am, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend more time with her than I have to. C’mon, Daizzi, give me the anklet.”

            Daizzi hesitated before she gave Adrien the anklet. Adrien held the tool up to the anklet when Kagami caught his eye. He pursed his lips as she stared at him.

            “What is commotion here?” Kagami asked.

            “Nothing you need to worry about, Kagami. Why are you even here?” Adrien asked.

            “Spending time with the heroes, or as I told Mother. I’ve grown to love this place for the quiet serenity it offers away from the culture shock of Paris. It is also where I’ve been meeting the Lee girl. So, not a complete lie to Mother, but not an entire truth either.”

            “Oh yeah? What brought this change? I thought you always did as your mother told you.”

            “I do and am, but your sister opened my eyes to a truth hidden under my nose. One that I failed to realize of my own accord. I still possess a hint of luxury you westerners flaunt so freely: choice. Even as I remain loyal to Mother as a modern day onna-musha should, but I do have a duty to accept orders that I want, not because I’m told.”

            “Oh? And where was this before when you were ordered to marry me?” Adrien countered.

            “I didn’t believe I had such a luxury at the time. I believed my own wants didn’t matter and that I should be honored to receive and follow such orders. That, and I didn’t hate the idea of being betrothed to you. That was until you found out and actively sabotaged it. You and Felix both.”

            “What does that even matter now? You still upset over it all? And what about Alix? Wasn’t she an obstacle to you?”

            “I have forgiven her part in it as I recognized the true root cause. You refused to be content with what could have been a successful empire between the Agrestes and Tsurugis. Felix is a misguided fool that believes he is love, when any love he had long soured into obsession.”

            “Don’t turn this around on me just because I didn’t love you. Just because I loved the most amazing, wonderful girl there ever was instead of you. Just because you would have trapped me into a life I hated just as Gabriel had tried to do.”

            “I didn’t want or need your love, Adrien. I needed a secure future where I wouldn’t worry where my next meal would come from, where I would sleep, or if I would lose any commodity. Mother made it clear she wouldn’t be around forever, and while she’d do what she can to ensure my future, I had to pull my own weight to secure all these things. I agreed with the arrangement because I could do just that, until you ruined it. Pushed Mother into making a deal with devil herself. You and Felix.”

            “Ok, and? What do you want? An apology?”

            “Save your empty words. I want you to understand, and you won’t until I tell you.”

            “Understand what?”

            “Me. We are supposed to be friends, however in becoming friends with Alix, I realized how we aren’t truly friends. I wanted to be a better friend, but I felt an obstruction, a barrier of sorts. It took some meditation and self-reflection to realize that I am angry that you put my future at such a terrible risk. I’m angry that you forced Mother to make a risky deal with a devil. Everything we’ve ever done is for the future of the Tsurugi line, and you and Felix put it all in jeopardy. Do you understand?”

            “No, I don’t. Look, I don’t care about that right now, Kagami. I have other things to contend with.”

            “Like what?”

            “Well, like-,” Adrien started.

            “Avoiding Gabriel,” Daizzi remarked.

            “Avoiding Felix,” Plagg added.

            “Isolating himself,” Daizzi continued.

            “Letting his carnal desires pile up,” Plagg continued.

            “Plagg!” Adrien yelled.

            “Oh, and trying to set us free. Though he’s not doing the greatest,” Daizzi commented.

            “I’m doing my best, ok?” Adrien yelled.

            Kagami moved around the table to where Adrien sat. “Your best is not always your good enough. Learn that lesson now. Now, show me what you’re doing with that tool.”

            “Oh, you think you can do better?”

            “I know I can do better. I am better.”

            “Fine. Watch, and we’ll see if you really are.”

            Adrien hit the vital points once to show Kagami before he handed her the anklet and tool. She held up the anklet, twirled the tool in her free hand, and struck the vital points, sure and true. The anklet flashed once and Daizzi’s body glitched out. They watched Daizzi glitch until she stabilized into the larger size Plagg, Tikki, and Fluff were.

            “Oh, wow! Look at me, Plagg! I’m back to normal already!” Daizzi cheered.

            “What? How did you do that right the first time?” Adrien demanded.

            Kagami dropped the tool on the table in front of Adrien. “I told you. I’m better. But if you want a suitable answer, you are sloppy. Your movements are hesitant and lacking discipline. A terrible embarrassment for someone that is meant to be a champion fencer. Though I guess the French’s standards really are just that lacking if someone like you is a champion.”

            Adrien’s jaw dropped as he glared at Kagami.

            “Excuse me. May I have my anklet, please?” Daizzi asked Kagami.

            Kagami nodded and handed Daizzi the anklet. Daizzi grinned as she absorbed the anklet into her body. Kagami shot Adrien a look before she started for the exit. Kagami stopped and glanced back at Adrien.

            “A moment of clarity hit me. Though I’m angry at your past actions, I can overlook with relief that I wasn’t shackled to someone like you. If I can truly feel love like that is still something I’m debating with myself, but I do know I would have been miserable chained to someone as irresponsible, stubborn, undisciplined, privileged child that you are. Almost feels fitting you were with a girl and not a real woman. You wouldn’t have deserved her otherwise.”

            Adrien gritted his teeth, stood up, and slammed his hands on the table. “And who are you to judge me? You said it yourself that we barely know each other. You don’t know everything I’ve gone through as Adrien or as Chat Noir. You don’t know how it has impacted me and what’ve had to do. I may not come from a rigid, cold, unloving family like yours, but don’t dare assume I’m any of those things when you don’t even know me.”

            “Then why are you proving me right with this little tantrum? Why are you showing me that you, for all you say, are just as bad, if not worse? As you stand there, screaming, yelling, slamming the table, all to claim you aren’t everything I just said. All to throw judgements back at me, made out of irrational emotion rather than logic.”

            “Because I can at least say I’m human and wasn’t raised to be a mindless robot to follow the orders of my parents. What’s your excuse?”

            “I have none nor do I need one. I am fine with how I am. Better than being like someone like you.”

            “If you don’t like this, then good luck with Alix. She’s no better.”

            Kagami chuckled as she turned back to Adrien with a smile. Adrien’s eyes widened at the sight of a such a small, genuine smile.

            “Alix is so much more than you ever will be. It’s honestly adorable how you think you can mimic what she is,” Kagami remarked.

            “What’s that supposed to mean?”

            “I know you’re not that stupid and see what you’re doing. I remember she was just as angry once too, like how you are now. However, she wore her anger better than you. Granted she had the bite to back her bark, which I do admire. Unlike you who is all bark and no bite. If you’re going to copy your sister, you might as well go all the way, otherwise you just look like a little bitch.”

            “Oh fuck you! Just because I’m angry and lashing out doesn’t make me like Alix. I can be angry if I want to be.”

            “Right. That’s why you’re using it to shield yourself like she did. That’s why you’re lashing out as I saw her do. Right, you’re just being angry because you can and seldom allowed it to be seen before, or am I wrong?”

            “Not entirely,” Plagg remarked.

            “Plagg!” Adrien scolded.

            “Look, as much as I love this circle, I don’t. You’re both wrong. Now shut up,” Plagg hissed.

            “Yeah. I don’t have much context, but you aren’t doing yourself any favors by staying here, cooped up in your head, and with all that frustration. It’s just… making things worse,” Daizzi remarked.

            “Agreed. How about this, we allow Kagami to reset all the kwamis, while you relax,” Plagg suggested.

            “Oh, yes! That way, we’ll all be reset, and Xuppu, Pollen, Wayzz, Trixx, and myself will be able to choose new holders. Kagami will earn favor among the heroes, Adrien gets a break, and we’ll all be free. It’ll be one last problem.”

            “I… but… what about the others? Gabriel, Felix, and these… horrid thoughts?”

            “What’s going on with Felix?” Kagami asked.

            “He still wants you,” Plagg answered.

            “What? I thought Alix said she was going to talk to him?”

            “Well, you see, she sorta tried. But Felix didn’t believe. And then it escalated into a fight. And they got hurt. And they got in trouble. And Felix is still set on winning you back,” Daizzi said.

            Kagami tsked. “I was hoping to not have to deal with him, but it cannot be avoided. I’ll see you later, Adrien.”

            “Where are you going now?” Adrien asked.

            “To deal with your delusional cousin. Maybe that’ll help with this frustration you’re experiencing. Though do work on it. It does us no good to have one of leaders as a crying child.”

            Adrien opened his mouth, but Kagami teleported out of the realm. He sighed and rested his head on the table.

            “Adrien? Are you ok?” Daizzi asked.

            ‘Just… leave me alone,” Adrien said.

            “But-!”

            “It’s fine, Daizzi. I’ll be here with him,” Plagg said.

            Daizzi nodded and vanished. Plagg sighed and moved closer to Adrien.

            “You really need to work on this, Adrien. If you will not let me get rid of those frustrations, you must do something. Especially after that little display. Such a display that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let these feelings fester into the chaos that they are,” Plagg admonished.

            “I know, I know. I… I’m sorry.”

            “Sorry means nothing if you don’t do something about it. So, will you do something about it?”

            “I will. I just… I need a moment.”

            “Very well, but once this moment is over, I expect to see you resolving these chaotic feelings. I will not tolerate them any longer, understood?”

            Adrien nodded as he adjusted his head to rest it on his arms. Plagg settled into a loaf near Adrien and purred loudly. Adrien’s eyes grew heavy as he focused on Plagg’s purr as he fell asleep.

~~

            Alix watched Rose mingle with her guests as the party died down. She glanced at her phone at the time and decided it was time. She grinned, slinked through the shadows, and scooped Rose up. Rose screeched and broke out in giggles.

            “Alix! What are you doing?” Rose asked.

            “I’m stealing the princess away to a faraway realm. The time has finally come.”

            Rose shrieked as Alix carried her away. Alix darted between the remaining guests as she headed to a secluded area. Alix touched the gem on her bracelet, and they were teleported to the heroes’ realm. Alix set Rose down, took her hand, and led her out into the plaza.

            “What’s all this about, Alix?” Rose asked.

            “You’ll see. Come along.”

            Rose rolled her eyes but followed Alix. They stepped up to the fountain and the statue of Badb. Rose gasped as she gazed up at the statue.

            “I… when was this added?”

            “Not long after the accident. Tikki made them to immortalize and honor our fallen comrades. I realize it may be a little shitty bringing you here on a day about you, but I also didn’t have any other evil queen to bring you to.”

            “What?”

            “Juleka and I had talked. We had this whole thing planned for the two of you. I was going to steal you away where she would have waited for you here for a big birthday surprise just for you two. And, well, yeah. Something about wanting it to be like something out of a fairytale with the evil queen wanting to steal the princess away.”

            Rose’s eyes misted over as she burst out laughing. “Oh, Jewel. I would have loved to have seen that. If only you were still here. Alas, you’re not. This is no fairytale, not like we always talked about. There is no happily ever after for us anymore. I’m sorry I wasn’t better.”

            “Rose?”

            “I’m sorry. I just… I try not to think about it. The sacrifice she made for me. She threw me into the bubble, and I tried to retrieve her with Fetch, but it didn’t reach her in time. The ball was caught in the blast with Juleka. I know why she did it. I know she wanted to save me over herself, but the fact that I couldn’t return the favor, it hurts. And it always will, but I won’t let it stop me. She wanted me to live, and it still hurts, but I’ll live for her.”

            Alix opened her mouth when Luka stepped out around the corner of the statue and glared at Rose.

            “And here you are at long last. What took you so long to pay proper respects to the girl you claimed to have loved?” Luka hissed.

            “Pardon? What are you talking about?” Rose demanded.

            “You know full well what I’m talking about. It’s been months since that event. Months since you moved on so easily. Do you even care that she’s gone? Did you even love her?”

            “I… no. I know I don’t need to justify myself to you. I know full well I loved Juleka. I know that her absence has been hard on myself. I know there isn’t a moment that I don’t miss her. However, I won’t sit here and explain myself to you.”

            “Because you’re scared of realizing you never truly loved her. Because you can easily go on smiling and laughing even though she’s only been gone a few months. You’ve clearly moved on from her. Must have been easy when you had someone like her.”

            “Don’t be afraid to speak my name, Luka. Or is there something you’re holding off for someone as special as me?” Alix challenged.

            “Oh, yes, yes I do. When are you going to set things right? When are you going to undo that mess? Don’t you think you’ve waited long enough?” Luka demanded.

            “Nothing is going to happen. Everything that did and has will remain as it is,” Alix answered.

            “What?”

            “I didn’t stutter.”

            “You have the power of time at your disposal. You can go back in time and fix all this. You can set things right, but you’d rather everyone just suffer, is that it? You’d rather people just wallow in misery over their loved ones being gone just to keep whatever you’ve gained so far.”

            “No. I agree with Fluff that things should be left alone. That if we tried to change things, we could be dooming others. We may have lost Porcelet, Badb, Fennec, and Bomb Bee this time, but if we go back, who will be lost instead? Maybe instead of Badb, it’d be the sniveling lost rabbit Harlequin. Would you rather that?” Alix challenged.

            “Enough! Luka, we’re all living with this pain. It’s not just you. Please, you must understand that. You’re not alone,” Rose butted in.

            “He won’t. This little fucker has played victim in everything. Begging for pity and people to take it easy on him. I bet even his little ‘I was bullied and that’s why I’m so withdrawn’ is all bullshit at this point,” Alix retorted.

            Luka tensed up as he glared down at Alix.

            “Alix, don’t. Now is not the time to antagonize anyone,” Rose whispered.

            “Bullshit! This fucker was just doing that to you and you, what, want to reason with him? Fuck that. Listen here you little bitch. You aren’t the only one that is suffering. You aren’t the only one that lost someone important. We’re all still mourning in our own ways. Just because it’s not your brand of wallowing in self-loathing, pity, and whatever else, doesn’t mean we’re not all still going through it all. So, do us all a favor and get over yourself, prick!” Alix roared.

            Rose grimaced as she shielded her eyes and looked at the ground. Alix and Luka glared daggers at each other until Tikki materialized between them. Tikki crouched down and glanced up at them with a cheeky smirk.

            “I believe this is one of those moments that mortals would kiss each other,” Tikki remarked.

            Luka’s face flushed red as he covered his mouth and turned away.

            Alix shook her head as she looked at Tikki. “Seriously?”

            “What? You two just radiate tension. Well, normal tension for you. But him? Oh boy! It’s like those terrible, yet engaging soaps that are on your TV programs. You know where the guy hates the girl, but really wants to-.”

            Tikki was cut off as Luka teleported out of the realm.

            Alix snorted. “Good riddance.”

            “Alix, that was-,” Rose started.

            “What did I miss out here?” Kagami asked.

            Alix, Rose, and Tikki all turned to see Kagami across from them.

            “Nothing important. Just an over-sensitive little bitch,” Alix remarked.

            “You mean other than Adrien?” Kagami asked.

            “What do you mean? What happened?”

            “We had a talk. He wasn’t happy about it. Then I went to Felix. Talked with him too. He didn’t like it either.”

            Alix groaned. “Felix can wait. Where is Adrien?”

            “In the meeting room resting on the table with Plagg next to him purring like a motorboat.”

            “Thank you. One moment, Rose,” Alix said.

            Alix ran into the keep to the meeting room. Tikki followed Alix as they stepped into the room to see Adrien asleep and Plagg beside him. Alix moved and shook Adrien awake while Tikki scooped up cat Plagg. Adrien groaned as he slowly lifted his head.

            “Wh-what time is it?” Adrien asked.

            “Time to tell me what happened earlier,” Alix answered.

            “Alix? Oh, uh, it was-,” Adrien started.

            “He and Kagami had a little spat. Kagami told him how she felt about what he’s done in the past, and how much of a bitch he’s become,” Plagg answered.

            “Is this true?” Alix asked.

            “M-more or less,” Adrien admitted.

            “Alright, Adrien, it’s time. You can’t keep doing this shit,” Alix started.

            “I know! I know. I already talked with Plagg and I see I need to do something to deal with all this frustration. I can’t… I can’t keep trying to distract myself. I just… I don’t know how to handle all this frustration. It all just feels out of my control still.”

            “Well, Kagami spoke with Felix, so hopefully that piece is done. I can’t really help you with your sexual frustrations, but for Gabriel, you need to put in more of an effort. I know it’s weird, but you wanted this. You can’t just let him go free, tell him you want to be a family again, and then just avoid him. As for the kwamis, well, just give them a break and work on yourself first,” Alix suggested.

            “Well, for the kwamis, I was thinking of having Kagami reset them. She reset Daizzi today on the first try and completely. Unlike Mayura where the kwamis still needed time to get back to full power,” Adrien remarked.

            “That works too. That would just leave Gabriel for the time. Just… make more of an effort.”

            “I will. I promise.”

            “Now why couldn’t you be that way with Luka?” Rose remarked.

            Alix flinched as she looked back at Rose behind her. “We need to get you a bell.”

            “Oh, I have plenty, but that’s besides the point. If you can be that gentle with Adrien, why not Luka?”

            “Because Luka is a bitch.”

            “Agreed. I have not interacted with him much, but he reeks of self-loathing and exudes hatred,” Kagami added.

            Everyone turned to see Kagami standing in the entrance.

            “Kagami, I… I’m s-,” Adrien started.

            Kagami raised a hand that silenced Adrien. “Save your apologies. Words are cheap. I want to see you make up for all grievances between us with action. Only then can we begin being these friends we are already supposed to be. And I will be sure to do the same.”

            “R-right,” Adrien whispered.

            “Alix, good luck with Felix,” Kagami said.

            “Not my problem, until it is,” Alix remarked.

            Kagami nodded. She waved and left them.

            “So, what now?” Alix asked.

            “I… I think I’ll go back home. Make an effort to do better. See you there soon?” Adrien asked.

            “Yeah. I’ll home in time for dinner. And, Adrien?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Make sure to take it easy and speak your piece. Let the others know too.”

            Adrien nodded. He touched the gem and was transported back to the Kubdel home in Alix’s room. He heard sad American country music playing. He looked over at Alix’s bed and saw Felix curled up in a ball, crying into a pillow. He grimaced as he slipped out of the room and headed downstairs. He paused along the dim stairs as he listened to Alim and Amelie chatting in the kitchen. He crept down and peered over to see the couple preparing dinner while Gabriel watched the news on mute in the sitting room.

            Adrien hesitated going down until he felt something brush against his leg. He looked down and saw Plagg in cat form. He leaned down and scooped up Plagg. He took a deep breath and approached Gabriel.

            “H-hey, would you mind if I sat with you?” Adrien asked.

            Gabriel nodded and scooted over. Adrien pursed his lips as he sat on the couch with Gabriel.

            “What brought about this change of heart, Adrien? You’ve been avoiding me since I got here,” Gabriel pointed out.

            “I… I had a talk with someone. Er, two someones. Well, more like three. A-anyway, that’s not the point. I… I realized I wasn’t being fair to you… or myself. Mostly myself, but you were part of the problems I was running away from. And I’m sorry.”

            “Adrien, what’s going on?”

            Adrien sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve… I… I need to tell you something! It’s… I just… I-!”

            Plagg meowed and caught Adrien midsentence. Adrien looked down at Plagg’s curious eyes.

            “I have to. I… I need to trust him. I need to see. And… and it’ll be the only way I can explain all of this to him. In a way he can understand. Please.”

            Plagg nodded. He slipped out of Adrien’s arms and jumped onto the coffee table. Gabriel opened his mouth as Plagg transformed into his human form and stared at Gabriel.

            “What the-!” Gabriel yelled.

            “Hello, Gabriel. I am Plagg, kwami of destruction.”

            “Kwami? That means… Adrien, you’re… you’re Chat Noir?” Gabriel roared.

            Adrien shrank back and shrugged with a nervous smile.

            “Yes, he is. And allow me to make one thing clear. We know you sought my and Sugarcube’s miraculous. And, during a certain time, we would have feared you taking us away. However, these are not those times. You dare touch my ring, Adrien or no, I will destroy you. Do you understand?” Plagg warned.

            “I… well, yes, but Adrien, why? Just… why?” Gabriel demanded.

            Adrien hesitated before he took a deep breath. “Freedom, Gabriel. Freedom. I was sick of being trapped in that mansion. I told you, but you never listened. So, when I was given the black cat, how could I not take the chance to take my life into my own hands? How could I not take control over something you ripped away from me?”

            “I… I don’t know what to say.”

            “Then, please, just listen. Please.”

            Gabriel sighed and nodded. Adrien explained everything that had happened to him from the moment he became Chat Noir, to Mayura, and up until now. He shared all his frustrations that had plagued him over the past few months before he broke down in tears.

            “And I just don’t know what to do anymore. Some things had gotten easier, but others are just as difficult. I have solutions to the big ones, but the others don’t have clear answers, and I just don’t know what to do about them. I… I need help,” Adrien admitted.

            Gabriel hesitated for a moment before he gently patted Adrien’s back. “I… I admit I’m not sure how to help you, Adrien. But I’ll do my best to be there in what ways I can.”

            “That’s all I could ask. And… thank you… for listening.”

            “Boys! It’s almost dinnertime! Oh, Adrien, where is Alix?” Amelie asked.

            “Uh, she’s not here,” Adrien answered.

            “She’s with Rose. I imagine they’re, how did Sugarcube put it again? Ah, yes. The beast is ravaging the beauty,” Plagg remarked with a chuckle.

            Alim and Gabriel pursed their lips and furrowed their brows while Amelie and Adrien were confused.

         ��  “What does that mean?” Adrien asked.

            “Yeah, what does that mean?” Amelie asked.

            Alim glanced at Amelie, then at Gabriel. “Putting a pin in that. Gabriel, have you not had that talk with Adrien?”

            Gabriel looked away and covered his mouth. “I… admit I expected Emilie to take care of that.”

            “Right. Amelie, have you had that talk with Felix?”

            “The what? Oh. Oh! I, uh, expected Colt to have done that,” Ameli admitted.

            Alim deadpanned. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

            Plagg chuckled and approached Alim. “Looks like you’ll have an interesting weekend, old man.”

            “Yes, yes. Get your cheese and go do whatever it is you do.”

            “I planned on it. I need something to take the edge off after dealing with all this chaos.”

            Alim stepped out of Plagg’s way and looked between Amelie and Gabriel. “I’ll be speaking with both of you later. For now, Adrien, can you get Felix?”

            “What about Alix?” Amelie asked.

            “I’ll put a plate aside for her.”

            “But what is she doing that she’d miss dinner?”

            Alim sighed and leaned in close. He whispered in Amelie’s ear as her face flushed red.

            “That’s what she’s doing? But she’s too young for that!” Amelie screeched.

            “Amelie, she’s fifteen, about to be sixteen in a couple months. It’s natural for teens to explore these aspects of themselves. I’m not going to shame Alix for what comes naturally to us as humans. Josi had that done to her and she… she didn’t make the best decisions in life because of it. I promised Josi that I wouldn’t put Alix through that.”

            “But-!”

            “No more, Amelie. I’ve said my piece. Now, Adrien, go get Felix. It’s dinnertime.”

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Here is a commission piece for the awesome Baphometmoth on AO3, featuring their OC Ian and our beloved gremlin Dew! Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! I hope you all enjoy!!!

Play Nice

Ian and Dew have a hot/cold relationship. What happens when Dew's carnal pursuits are relentless?

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!!

Even for Dew, he had been even more insufferable all day. That damned sexy, pale-skinned ghoul, with his unfairly long luscious flaxen blonde hair. Making a point to drive Ian absolutely insane, taunting his lover at every turn. First with the suggestive sway of his pelvis then it was the licking of his lips, and finally him making the obscenest noises he could think of as he passed Ian in the corridor. The devious little gremlin, doing everything short of dragging Ian off to an alcove to fuck them senseless. 

“Dew! Back off, I have things to do!” Ian barked at him. Dew, completely unphased. He knew that deep down; Ian was just as hot for him as he was for them. 

“Aww come on, don't be such a little bitch about it doll. Those things will just have to wait.” Dew winked, continuing to follow Ian throughout the Abbey. Trailing after them, like some sort of horny hellhound, at each and every task on Ian’s agenda. Though they had tried their best to stave off Dew’s advances, by midafternoon, Ian could no longer withstand his teasing. All it took was one more lewd gesture, Dew’s tongue wiggling between two fingers, and they were off. 

The two of them, tangling themselves together in kisses and heavy petting as they made their way through the Abbey. Somehow ending up in the siblings' dorm, crashing through Ian’s door.

Dew flopped on the bed, tossing Ian’s prized stuffed tiger over to the chair and patting the empty spot he had cleared off beside him. “Come on baby, don’t know how much longer I can wait.” the ghoul purred. 

“Is that so?” Ian asked, their eyebrow perked up in skepticism. Dew’s tail swayed behind him, his eyes glowing as Ian approached. Biting his lower lip in anticipation. His cock, bulging painfully against his pants as Ian crawled onto the bed.  

Though it still irritated them, Ian too was ready. The space between their thighs, already aching—dripping. All at the thought of being taken by him. Dew’s impressive size and ability to use it, never having disappointed. 

The smug ghoul had always found a way to hit the most sensitive spots inside them. Ones that would send Ian over effortlessly. The two of them, never having a session without them both leaving sticky and breathless. 

Dew lowered his gaze over Ian’s body. The scent of their arousal filling his nostrils as he grunted with anticipation. Slowly bringing his eyes slowly up until they met with Ian’s—entranced by their vibrant violet hue. Ian tugged hard at Dew’s pants. Yanking them off as his cock sprung up fast from beneath them. 

“Fuck, be gentle with the merchandise you brat!” Dew growled at the graze of rough jean material against his shaft. Ian chuckled, it was always amusing and a bit of a turn on, to see Dew in a submissive state. The normally dominant ghoul left to abide by Ian’s every whim. Dew grunting as he grabbed Ian’s brown locks. Forcing their head down towards his swollen cock.  

“Dew! Too fucking hard, you little shit you're gonna yank my hair out!” Ian yelped, sending a smack across Dew’s upper thigh. The ghoul, snarling as the sting hit him. Already desperate to feel Ian around him. Ready for the formalities to be over so he could sink inside them. 

“I need that mouth sweetheart…and now.” he groaned, shifting his hips up so Ian would get the hint. As if the rapid slam down towards his crotch hadn’t already given it away.

“Play nice or you’ll get nothing.” Ian smirked, slowly allowing their fingers to travel along Dew’s thighs. Scratching lines from his knees to the point where his legs met with his groin. Eventually taking hold of Dew’s cock. Slowly stroking him, Dew’s head falling back in pleasure. 

He is so sexy like this , Ian mused. Nibbling a bit on his head before licking all around his shaft. Teasing his cock with the soft wetness of their mouth before allowing Dew’s cock to slide into the back of their throat. 

“Mmm…” Ian hummed; eyes closed gently as they sucked fervently from root to tip. The ghoul, completely at their mercy. Clawing up the sheets as he reveled in the tight, wet pressure of Ian’s mouth around him. Slurping and swirling around his shaft as Ian’s head bobbed up and down. 

“Ah fuck yes!” Dew howled, gripping tight to Ian’s hair once more. Forcing their head down to where Ian’s mouth rested all the way against Dew’s pelvis. Gagging Ian a bit before they rose up in a fury. 

“DEEEW!” Ian yelped, muffled with the ghouls cock still partially in their mouth. Dew realized he had gone too far. Pulling Ian off him and bringing his lover up to face him. Locking their lips together once more. 

“I’m sorry Princess… guess I got carried away.” Dew shrugged, feeling a bit of remorse but knowing full well he was bullshitting them about it being accidental. 

“Uh huh.” Ian hummed, completely unconvinced. As infuriating as it could be, there was something about their ghoul lover that Ian just couldn’t get enough of. Despite all his flaws and his boundary issues, he was like a craving, never satisfied. Ian absolutely loved him and nothing was going to change that.

“I mean it.” the ghoul maintained. Ian smiled back at him. Bringing their lips inches away from his when Dew began to peck at their mouth—tasting and licking.

“Show me just how bad you feel then.” Ian commanded, pulling back in breathy lust. A sound and sight that excited the fire ghoul down to his core. Cock twitching with their words, Dew flipped Ian onto the bed, hovering over them. Hungry and determined. 

“With pleasure.” he growled, stripping away the remainder of Ian’s clothes with ease. Drinking in the sight of their lush naked body as each part became revealed to him. Inhaling Ian’s scent deeply as Dew’s fingers quickly rushed to their core. 

“Oh fuck!” Ian cried out, their hand’s flying up to muffle their sounds. Already Dew’s skillful fingers, finding the entrance with ease. Pushing into Ian’s dripping folds and curling up into the soft, spongy flesh of their cunt—pressing, rubbing intensely. 

“That's right sweetheart. Don’t stop, I wanna hear those cute little moans while I fuck you with these claws.” he groaned. Delighting in the look on Ian’s face, contorted in pleasure as he continued to work his fingers inside them. 

“I—I” Ian stuttered trying their best to speak, but to overcome with the building sensations inside them. An orgasm, quickly descending and a rush of warm fluid painting the inside of their thighs. Dew, pulling out his fingers to fuck each and every one free of the fluid before taking hold of Ian’s thighs. Biting along the inner side as he brought his head down between them. Quickly adding his slithering tongue to the mix. Gliding across Ian’s swollen little bud with intention. Lapping and moaning, the vibrations from Dew’s sounds sending Ian over once more. “Oh shit! I’m cumming again!” 

“Fuck yeah you are.” the ghoul smugly agreed, allowing Ian to ride out the last moments of their orgasm before abruptly turning them over. Lifting Ian up onto their knees before sinking his fangs into the delicate flesh of Ian’s shoulder. 

The ghoul’s mouth, filling with the intense taste of iron and salt from Ian’s sweat. A taste he’d never tire of. Ian writhing against his hold as Dew licked up the remains of the blood. “Ah!” Ian called out, dizzy with pleasure they allowed themselves to fall forwards onto their knees. 

Dew wasted no time, taking the welcome opportunity to line the head of his cock up with Ian’s slit. Kissing at their folds as he teased them with his reddened tip. Enjoying the sounds of Ian’s whines and desperation. 

“Oh sweet Satan Dew just fuck me already!” Ian begged, breathy and hot. Looking over their shoulder at the more than willing hell spawn. Toothy-grinned and blazing hot eyes, ready to plunge himself deep inside them. 

“You won't have to tell me twice baby.” Dew hummed as he pushed himself full force inside them. His cock, spreading Ian out wide. The fleshy walls of their cunt, tightly pressing him on all sides. Both of them, letting out a strangled moan before going slack jawed. Dew, beginning to draw back, only to thrust inside deeper this time. 

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Right fucking there!” Ian screamed as Dew continued to pump inside them. Bucking up hard and fast into the deepest parts of Ian’s cunt. Pounding so hard against their ass that he was sure to leave bruises. Little purple and blue symbols of his lust for them, as Ian’s pelvis continued bouncing off him. 

The pleasure was so intense that Ian had begun to cry, overwhelmed with the sweet depth Dew was reaching. The sheer pleasure and pain of it all, sending them over to yet another climax as Dew brought his claws around Ian’s neck. Holding tight to their throat as Ian pressed their ass up hard against him, Dew fucking into them harder and harder with every thrust. 

“I'm gonna cum in that tight little pussy and you're gonna like every single second of it.” Dew hissed, feeling his own orgasm building. Teeth clenched as he brought his hands down to Ian’s hips. Claws digging into them as he gripped on tightly to maintain his stride. His cock bouncing off Ian’s most sensitive spots. 

Ian was a mess of cum and sweat. Unsure if their body could go on, they felt the telltale signs once more. Walls of plush flush, trying to hold the thick ghoul’s cock inside them. Even Ian’s body could tell he was ready to cum and that alone made them cum again. 

“Fuck!” Dew roared, feeling Ian clamp down on him. Dew’s hot seed spilling deep inside his lover as their own orgasm milked his cock for every drop. The ghoul, snarling and hissing. His tail snapping back and forth and then in a straight line as he emptied himself out. The gush of fluid made between them, beginning to drip down the inside of Ian’s legs.

“Oh fuck me.” Ian sighed, panting hard as they returned to a post orgasmic clarity. 

“I just did.” Dew giggled, Ian swatting at his smart mouth remarked as the two of them collapsed together on the bed.  

“Shhh… I love you so much, you big dummy.” Ian said as they turned behind to kiss Dew. The ghoul, wrapping his tail around Ian’s leg and pulling them tightly against his chest. 

“I love you too.”

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It’s Wednesday-eve, my fellow Mind Flayers to-be!

Time for a sneak peek of Chapter Five of my Bloodweave fic Ancient Books and Horror Stories! This chapter is a long one (cough7000wordscough), so please enjoy a longer sneak peek under the cut!

Now back to Astarion! Also, Drow translations will be provided in the AO3 notes (and below)!

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“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Gale prompted, startling Astarion from his asinine musings.

“Nothing!” he nearly yelped.

Wyll drew up beside them, eyeing Astarion suspiciously. “You may not want to know the answer, Gale.”

“I don’t know, I think I might,” Gale said, grinning now. “Our vampiric companion is so quick to share his carnal and bloody thoughts. I must admit I’m intrigued to know what guilty pleasures he keeps to himself.”

Astarion would stake himself through the heart before he admitted the truth to either of them. He crossed his arms, doing his best to stare impassively down at the taller men, but a haughty look would only buy him so much time.

Deflect, deflect, deflect. Fuck, why was he struggling for a distraction now of all times?!

“What’s got you three clucking all conspiratorial like?” Karlach asked as she slowed her pace to join them.

Gods above, did no one in their damned party have anything better to do?!

Her head abruptly whipped forward again. “Hang on, is that mushroom walking?” 

Astarion could have kissed Karlach for her sudden (yet inevitable) lapse in focus.

“Myconid!” Tav corrected, pointing excitedly. “I’ve always wondered what one would taste like!”

Everyone now turned to stare at Tav.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” 

With the bulk of their face hidden by their cowl, the Drow’s expression was impossible to read

“I’m suddenly feeling the need to ask what Drow eat down here,” Karlach said, eyes wide.

Tav’s eyes narrowed. “…I feel as if I’m walking into a trap of some kind.”

“Oh, gods… Answer the question!” 

“…normal things. We’re just normal people.”

Astarion turned his haughty expression up to its maximum strength, directing its full power at the Drow.

Tav threw their hands up. “Mushrooms, lichen, rothe, lizards, spiders, the flesh of—“

Karlach slapped her hands over her ears. ”Nope! No! Forget I asked!”

“Tchk, first a vampire in our midst and now this.” Lae’zel drew a nasty looking dagger Astarion longed to have a better look at. “If you decide to take a bite of me, I suggest you ensure I am truly dead first or it will be the last thing you do.”

She punctuated the sentence by flipping the dagger into the air and sheathing it in one swift motion.

“Ssin'urn…” Tav murmured as they watched, a note of reverence in their voice.

Astarion’s brows winged up. Tav turned toward him.

“Ilharessen zhaunil alurl.”

Astarion leaned forward, snapping his fingers in their face. “Jala cahallin xal tlu elg'cahlin!” 

Tav blinked. “I don’t know if that’s the correct way to phrase that, but I catch your meaning. I appreciate the reminder, khal’abbil.”

Astarion couldn’t help but grin. They’d agreed to watch out for one another, at least in terms of drawing each other back from the brink of falling into old habits.

Khal’abbil. The honor of a trusted friend wasn’t one easily bestowed by the Drow. The concept of trust in any form was all but foreign to them. Tav had been quick to reassure him they meant it genuinely, and not ironically or sarcastically.

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Drow Translations:

Ssin'urn - Beautiful

Ilharessen zhaunil alurl - Matrons know best

Jala cahallin xal tlu elg'cahlin - Any food may be poison

Khal’abbil - Trusted Friend

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Unexpected Visitor-Part 5

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Blithe's eyes slowly blink open to find Echo kneeling beside her and Tech's face hovering over hers with his datapad in hand. "Nothing is broken and seeing as no one here seems to be in a rush to initiate a frenzied carnal encounter," he adds with a glance at Echo, "it would seem that we have avoided pollen exposure." He stands and follows Crosshair out the door without looking back, mumbling under his breath that he would have liked for at least one of them to have been exposed so he could study the results.

Hunter kneels beside Echo and gazes briefly at Blithe's pupils. "Concussion for sure. She should go to the infirmary."

"No! No, I'm fine!" Blithe insists quickly. Too quickly.

Hunter leans in so close that Blithe is unsure of his intentions until she hears him inhale deeply. "She's scared. I can smell it on her."

"You're safe, Lieutenant," Echo offers. "The plant's dead."

"I'm fine," she repeats. "I don't need treatment. I'll be fine."

That was too many "fines", and Echo suddenly understands. "I'll make sure she gets what she needs, Hunter."

Hunter looks between them and nods, taking one last look at the mass of steaming vines littering the lab before taking his leave.

"I don't want to go to the infirmary, sir," Blithe says quickly as she attempts to stand. She doesn't even get halfway to upright before her head is spinning, and Echo has to catch her by the arms.

"You don't have to. I get it. I'm not exactly big on the infirmary either." He looks around and his frown deepens. "Looks like we're staying in your room tonight."

"We, sir?"

"You're concussed. I'm not leaving you alone tonight. Besides, I can see my quarters sparking from here," he says while jerking his head toward the open doorway, "so that's not happening. Your quarters are designed for two. I'll take the other bunk so I can keep an eye on you."

"You don't have to," Blithe responds with a wince. "I'm sure there are more comfortable temporary quarters you can be assigned to while yours are repaired."

"Blithe," Echo says slowly, "either I stay and watch over you, or you spend the night in the medical wing. Your call."

Blithe smiles softly in relief as he helps her to stand. "Thank you, sir."

Echo gives a single nod as he steadies his dizzy aide. He almost walks her to her bunk, but changes course and heads for the small refresher instead.

"Sir?"

"You need to change. You've got plant juice on your uniform. I don't know what that'll do if it seeps into your skin. Let's not find out. Do you have something to change into in there? Night clothes?"

"I have the standard issue on a hook, sir." She turns and makes a face as she points up at his neck. "You should consider washing up too, sir. Just in case."

Echo lifts his hand to his neck and feels the syrupy juice on his collar. "Good call. You steady?"

Blithe takes a couple of steps. "I think so."

Echo returns a few minutes later to find his aide blinking heavily as she sits on the edge of the bottom bunk. He clears his throat when he sees what she's wearing; the gray sleep shorts and sleeveless shirt bearing the Imperial crest were not what he was expecting from the "standard issue."

Blithe's eyes widen slightly at what he is wearing too. She expects to see him return in a clean officer's uniform. What she sees instead is a fresh black undersuit that highlights everything beneath it. Her face and ears heat up as he approaches. She tries not to stare at the lines where his thighs meet his prostheses or the muscular thighs themselves, but lifting her eyes higher only makes matters worse. The suit easily puts rumors about the extent of his injuries to rest for good. 

Echo looks down at her fixed stare with a quirked eye. He knows the intense look is a result of her disorientation, but suddenly wonders if he should have worn something that hid his body from her better. He’s sure she would be noticing the places where his body transitioned to machinery if she had her wits about her. Even more interesting is the realization that there were other things in the undamaged part of his quarters he could have worn, making him internally question when he had gotten so comfortable around her.

He kneels in front of her, tilting her chin up with his scomp to see her eyes in the light. "I bet you've got a big headache."

Blithe squints against the overhead lighting. "I've had worse."

"Hmm. Then I guess you don't need this med patch." He holds up an already unwrapped unit between two fingers.

A miserable sigh escapes her without permission, and Echo takes it as confirmation that the patch is as needed as he was anticipating. "You know why I don't like visiting medical. Why don't you?"

Blithe watches as her commander gently fixes the bacta-infused wonder to her forehead, fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he motions for her to lie back. She internally debates answering his question. She hadn't intended to share this part of her past with him, but he was her superior and he asked her directly. "You've read my file."

"I have." He pulls the blanket over her and lowers the light, then proceeds to lower the top bunk from its home in the wall. But instead of moving to climb into it for sleep, he sits back on his heels at the head of the lower bunk. "Tell me."

She takes a deep breath to steady herself against a sudden wave of nausea, then stares up at the underside of the dark bunk above her. "The insurgent attack that gave me this," she began, pointing to the gash above her eye, "injured me very badly. I remember waking up for a few seconds at a time in a bacta tank and seeing distorted images and bubbles. When they finally pulled me out, I had a lot of scarring and..."

"And?"

Blithe's eyes screwed shut. "And I was told that my mother had died."

Echo knew her medical history and family history. He didn't know her trauma and grief were linked. "I'm sorry."

"I know it's ridiculous, but I can't stand to be around doctors or medical situations of any kind now. Every time I do, I see them."

Who "them" was—the insurgents, bodies, the doctors themselves—didn't matter, and Echo was not about to ask. The loss of her mother was not unlike his removal from the Techno Union stasis chamber. He knows that pain. Survivor's guilt and a sense of abandonment are his constant companions. He now knows that they are hers too.

He doesn't realize until he looks back at her face that he has been lost in his thoughts long enough for her to have fallen asleep. The reason for his presence snaps back to the forefront of his mind and he shakes her. "Blithe? Lieutenant?"

"Mmm?"

Echo chuckles softly at the groggy display. "I'll need to wake you up again soon to check on you."

"M'kay." She groans softly at the pain in her head before rolling to her side. "G'night, Echo."

Echo's eyes widen at the sound of his name. It's insubordinate and unacceptable, but he'll allow it in the circumstances. He climbs into the top bunk with no need to set an alarm to remind him to check on his battered charge.

He knows he won't be able to sleep tonight.

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lxii. Beauty and Her Beast

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How could she forget him —dangerous, grim, standing guard over her men in the caves?

The cave had been dark, the battle fierce, but Umihebi knew this man – how otherwise, when he had been the first to challenge her, to intervene between her and the redheaded prize that had proven herself a snare?

For a moment, she is back inside that cave, her empire in ruins as surely as her ship lists, smashed asunder in the water.

Again, as she has few times in her life, she feels fear. Not again, she thinks.

In the next breath, though, she has steadied herself. He is back, like a phantom from the past, but this time is different.

This time, she is holding the rope.

...

Umihebi hesitates no longer. She trusts to her instincts, even as she did on the open water — gut, fists, and a dark hiding place had all served her well over the years.

Not thinking too hard, then, about what would follow, she jerked a thumb at her grounded seamen and barked her command:

“Get him inside.”

...

The men exchange furtive grins. Too much time has passed since they’ve seen action; she had dispatched their hunting party in part to relieve them of the necessity of lying low, give them a chance to bloody their hands a bit.

They bundle the prisoner down the path, none too gently.

As they cross the first courtyard, the Crab intervenes.

...

As is his way, he stands not against but aside them, hands raised in a cartoonish gesture of shock and dismay. “Too much!” he cries. “Viper, your men have sullied my gardens with this refuse, and now here, in the inmost tranquility of my home — diseasing the air as the evening draws now, and even now my kitchens prepare our evening repast—”

Umihebi plants a hand against his chest and shoves. She would have hit harder, but a bruise would cost her in this land that exacted blood for blood.

The Crab staggers back, purpling, this time in real shock.

“You– you— in my own home—”

“Shut up,” she snaps. “That man takes his coin from the crowns of two kingdoms.”

...

He cast a disbelieving glance at the slumped and bedraggled figure, barely upright in the hands of his captors.

Umihebi lowered her voice, locking her eyes on his. “He was there the day they grounded me — he fought alongside the princes of Tanbarun and Clarines.”

The man had sense enough to understand her, she saw it flitting through his eyes. Then he drew himself up and began to wave his hands again.

“Ah! ah! Ill chance—unlucky stars that frowned on me the day I brought you into my gates — a curse, a pox on all false friends— out, out, I say—”

“You fool,” she cuts across him. “Don’t you want to know if there are more coming?”

...

He falls back, suddenly white.

Umihebi knows from that moment that her time there has come to an end. No longer is it safer for the Crab to keep her close: it is him or her now. 

The question is who will strike first.

...

She brushes past him, thoughts fixed on more immediate matters. 

Umihebi knew one way to get what she wanted, and that way was simple: pain.

Men might be led astray by love or carnal lusts; empty bellies ached for gold. Fine things tempted fine eyes, true, and on the surface she had traded in such --- but the real power lay in pain.

Simple, unqualified: hurt a man, and he would give you what you wanted.

Beauty, riches, he might find elsewhere and decide he had no further need of you. Relief from pain, though, only you could provide.

Hurt a man, and he would give you anything.

...

She selected the tools of her craft carefully. It wouldn’t do to hurt too much too soon – it was a question of finding the right threshold and driving a man there again and again without pushing him past the point where pain ceased to matter.

This was a tricky case besides because the man in question was dangerous, a trained killer to whom pain was no stranger. She had fought him hand to hand and knew he posed a threat, additionally, that was not to be taken lightly.

She knew the dark-haired man was not a warrior to trifle with. He was quick, fast enough to match her; and he was strong, powerful enough to overmatch her men.

He was also loyal – had taken no spoil for himself when set to watch over their captivity, shown not a flicker of interest when the more pathetic of her crew had wheedled and whined, proffering bribes.

...

Umihebi had him stripped to the waist and bound to a post, secured in a room not unlike her ship’s cabin: a heavy desk and luxurious chair, with a space for interrogation cleared before it. 

It lacked only windows, even the round-eyed portholes that all a ship’s luxury could just afford to offer, for now the sea snake found herself burrowing ever deeper underground. 

On the desk waited an oak chest, the lid thrown back to reveal shining coils of leather. Umihebi took her time selecting one, raising the edge of now one, then another, against the backdrop of her prisoner at his post, as if trying out jewels for him.

At last she chose a short and brutal rawhide, its ends wickedly split and belled.

Hefting the whip, Umihebi turned on that solitary figure – and paused. She came closer, whip in hand, and he did not shiver.

...

Umihebi leaned forward, eyes narrowed in the flickering lantern light, and examined the skin of his back.

Scars crisscrossed the muscle, some light and glancing, delicate as the cracks in broken glass, but others ran deep.

She laid a finger against one where something barbed had bitten into the skin, feeling the warped and ropey texture where healing had failed and made a mockery of the tissue it sought to repair.

...

“So,” said Umihebi, surveying the patchwork, “this would mean nothing to you.”

...

She was the serpent of the seas, twistier than a weed and deadly to all who crossed her path — she had been trapped and outmaneuvered once by the might of two kingdoms — but she would not be outwitted by one man.

Everyone had their pressure points, soft places in their defenses. 

She would find the key to this man’s spirit — apparently indomitable, hovering somewhere between dead and alive — and she would break him.

“Tell me who sent you here.”

...

Obi shrugged, eyes roving around the cell. “Who knows… I seem to remember that fine gentleman with the eyepatch showing me in —”

“And you want one to match?” Umihebi was on him in a flash, seizing a handful of his hair and forcing his head back. “Don’t lie to me. Tell me why you came here.”

No perspiration, no quickening of the breath – Obi looked away as if bored. 

...

‘There’s nothing to tell,’ he shrugs.

Umihebi’s lip curled. ‘Knights never work alone.’ 

‘I’m not a knight,’ he answered unhesitating, with something like a smile. 

...

“Oh, no?” she asked softly, feeling how precarious her position was, with the Crab agitated and unknown enemies lurking she knew not where. 

Umihebi leaned forward, fixing her mad eyes on Obi. He smiled grimly back.

“Then where,” she asked, “is your master?”

[redwayfarers]

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss for whichever ship you feel like <3

Ty for dropping by <3

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss // ship: Thesor x Rhodarth

In hindsight, Thesor now realises, needing an army as a moral support to accept Rhodarth's invitation for a walk sounds so silly. He almost reminds himself of how he acted in Vodena, but that too makes so much sense he can't fully find fault in his own behavior.

He hasn't been this interested in anyone for decades, he's almost forgotten how it feels to.. look forward to things. To the barest of smiles, and the steadiness of their presence, and the laughter and the touch of hands, one that is devoid of any carnal desire but desirable nonetheless.

That's not to say he doesn't want to sleep with Rhodarth. He just wants other things too. That knowledge is far scarier than he'll ever let on.

"Rhodarth," Thesor calls, trying to will his voice into something calm, "I'm curious. How short was the shortest person you've ever been with?"

Rhodarth laughs. "Shorter than you, I assure you."

Thesor huffs. "Most certainly, but that doesn't answer my question." He knows he isn't very tall, and he's seen how tall Cassander grew up to be, but there is an appeal to just burrowing against a much taller person's side. He won't do it, of course, not here. He's just curious.

"And the honest answer is that I do not remember," Rhodarth continues, "although there have been shorter people."

"And how did you solve the issue of kissing without breaking your neck?" Thesor presses. Emboldened by his own question, he brushes a hand against Rhodarth's - he's not yet entirely sure of their levels of comfort respectively regarding public displays of affection like this. Rhodarth seems content to leave it at that, though there's warmth in his yellow eyes.

"I think I know what your melusine friend would suggest," he says. "Climbing a tree. Inteus would suggest it as a joke, but Ionneon would be very serious about it."

"She'd even offer me support as I climb," Thesor shakes his head. "I don't know what I'd do without her."

"Not kiss me," Rhodarth says and Thesor stops dead in his tracks. There's a content smile on his face, and the wind plays with his hair, showing tips of pointed ears. The corners of his eyes crease, but it's a joyful thing. Thesor has a feeling he needs more of that in his life.

"I don't see any trees nearby," he states and it makes him bury his face in his hand to breathe out the laughter that presses down in his throat.

"I suppose we'll just have to find another way, then," Rhodarth supplies, and walks a little back to where Thesor stands, holding the the sash he borrowed from Oria earlier. He then looks around - no signs of life beside them - and leans down. "I do think my neck can endure a couple of kisses though," he adds quietly and closes the gap between them.

Thesor leans into it and closes his eyes. It's hardly their first kiss, but there's something about emotionally charged kisses that leaves him breathless and stunned, something he cannot quite get enough of.

"I'm curious how many," he says once they part for air. "And only then will we go looking for trees I can climb."

Rhodarth merely nods and kisses him again. And suddenly, it doesn't feel quite as frightening as it had before.