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wiltingdecay · 2 years

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need you now, and cannot wait

Word count: 6.4k

Pairing: Rowan Aisling x Julian Devorak

Rating: Explicit (minors DNI)

Synopsis: Julian missed Rowan during his long, hard day at work. They intend to make that up to him, in every way they can think of.

Tags/warnings: soft dom rowan, sub julian, dirty talk, teasing, edging, praise kink, body worship, biting/hickeys, hand jobs, dick riding, nipple play, clit play, creampie, gratuitous pet-names, rowan and julian being sickeningly in love

A/N: i did not mean for this to get so long. what the fuck. also this is the first ever smut fic i have ever completed so uh bear that in mind while reading lmao

Lying across the bed on their stomach, Rowan lifts their head from the book they’ve been engrossed in for the past half an hour and smiles at the sound of keys in the door downstairs. Seems that Julian’s home a little early today. Ears perked up, they listen as he lets himself in, locks the door back up, calls out a slightly breathless “Darling! I’m home!” and plonks himself in the ancient armchair in the corner of the shop to tug his boots off before ascending the staircase to the apartment. His footsteps are quick, and from the sounds of it he’s taking the stairs three at a time - Rowan’s smile widens, and they giggle quietly into their book. Someone’s eager.

“I’m in here!” They call out to him, and there’s an almost immediate rustling of fabric as he shucks his coat and tosses it on the coat-stand before quickly crossing the floor towards their shared sleeping area tucked into the corner of the apartment, surrounded by a heavy curtain to keep it separated from the rest of the room. Julian pushes the curtain aside, a broad smile on his face that almost doubles in size as soon as his eyes land upon Rowan’s form sprawled across their bed. He wastes no time in removing first his eyepatch, then his gloves, tossing them carelessly onto the bedside table as he lays down beside Rowan, sinking into the mattress with a soft groan of relief. Rowan smiles at him, letting out a surprised yelp of sudden laughter as Julian reaches for them, winding an arm around their waist and pulling them flush to his chest.

"Hey, Jewel," they giggle, sliding their hands into his hair when they return the embrace and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. Julian hugs them even tighter in response, tilting his head up to capture their lips with his. Rowan indulges him for a few moments, eyes sliding shut as they return his kiss, but soon pull back a few inches, wrinkling their nose playfully when he audibly whines in protest.

"Missed me?" They ask him teasingly, running their fingers through his curls.

Deprived as he is of their lips, Julian consoles himself by instead kissing along the sensitive skin of Rowan's jaw down to their neck, exposed as it is in the loose, low-cut shirt they're wearing. "Oh, you have no idea," he replies between kisses, glancing up at them with a practically lovesick look in his beautifully mismatched eyes. "You've been on my mind all day, darling. It's been driving me wild."

The caress of his lips grows more heated, and Rowan hums his approval, hand curling tightly in the shorter, softer locks at the nape of Julian's neck.

“Mm, Jewel,” he murmurs, lips brushing against Julian's temple.“As cute as you’re being right now, I do still feel inclined to point out that we saw each other this morning. About... seven hours ago, I’d guess?”

Julian makes a little “hmph!” sound against Rowan’s neck, shaking his head. “And it was the longest seven hours of my life!” He protests, rolling onto his back and dramatically raising the back of his hand to his forehead. “Oh, my love, it’s been torturous. I’ve been counting down the minutes until I could come home to you.”

Rowan chuckles at his theatrics, pushing themself up into a seating position against their pillows before tugging Julian back over and resting his head in their lap. He tilts his head back to look up at them, an adorably silly grin plastered onto his face.

"And here you are," Rowan murmurs tenderly, brushing some errant curls away from Julian's forehead. "Home to me. Did you have a rough day, petal? Wanna talk about it?"

"Ah, no, it was fine, really," Julian shakes his head. "A bit boring, if anything. I can't really complain; my last appointment cancelled, so at least I got to come home early." He shrugs listlessly, looking up at Rowan with an almost sheepish grin. "I suppose I just missed my little firecracker, that's all. Things would have been a lot more, ah, fun if you were there, that's for sure."

He reaches for Rowan's hand, playing with their fingers absent-mindedly. "But enough about me. How was your day, darling? Any interesting customers?"

"Eh." Rowan shrugs. "Slow day today. It was mostly just the regulars. Mrs Pendragon came round for her mugwort and mandrake root, Selasi and Imani stopped by for their love reading - Oh, and Muriel popped in for a while, which was lovely, I feel like I haven't seen him in ages..."

Idle chit-chat about their respective work-days soon ebbs into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional silly joke or out-loud thought. At one point, Rowan slides a little further down the bed until he's lying on his back, and Julian cuddles into his side almost immediately, arms around his waist and face pressed to the side of his neck. Rowan smiles warmly at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and brushing his hair away from Julian's face; he'd gotten out of the bath not long ago, and his curls are still loose and wet.

"Mind I don't drip on your face," he chuckles.

Julian lifts his head from Rowan's neck just enough to waggle his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad to me, gorgeous," he jokes, before pressing his face against Rowan's skin again and breathing in deeply. "Besides, it'd be worth it. You smell divine today. Is that a new soap?"

"Yeah, it's from that care package Nadi got me the other day," Rowan replies. "Rose and chamomile and lavender and some other stuff. Maybe I'll wash you with it later, hmm?"

Julian grins. "Sounds delightful." He nuzzles Rowan's neck, lips brushing against his warm skin, the caresses gradually increasing in passion and intensity until he's back to pressing wet, heated, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

"Mm..." he purrs, holding Rowan just that little bit tighter to himself and nipping at their throat just hard enough to tease. "You taste divine, too."

Rowan bites their lip, groaning low in their throat as they feel warmth pool both in their cheeks and between their thighs. Damn him, and that accursed ability of his to get them all riled up so easily. Well, two can play at that game. They turn onto their side, hooking a leg over one of Julian's slender hips and cupping his face with both hands, pressing their body flush to his and leaving scarcely a hair's breadth between their faces.

"Well then," they speak lowly, almost threateningly. "Maybe you should have a proper taste."

They kiss him bruisingly hard, their tongue pushing against his and their teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moans his appreciation, clutching them so tightly to his chest that they can feel his heart pounding against theirs and returning the kiss with equal force.

"So this is what you meant when you said you were missing me all day?" Rowan gasps between kisses, hissing pleasurably when Julian starts to impatiently grind his hips into theirs; oh, how cute. They've barely done anything to him and he's already getting hard. "You were wanting me while you were supposed to be working? Having dirty thoughts about me between appointments?"

Julian only whines in response, rolling on his back to pull Rowan fully on top of him and sucking a hickey onto the hollow of their throat, making them gasp and arch against him.

"H-hah..." Julian laughs despite himself, grinning up at them. "You're one to talk, firecracker. You're the one who had me bent over the counter downstairs last week."

"You said it would have been more fun if I were there," they continue, voice ragged as they push their hips into his. "What kind of fun, huh, Jewel? Were you thinking about me kneeling under your desk and sucking you off? Or maybe you'd have preferred me being bent over it instead, and taking your cock from behind?" They laugh at the absolutely tortured sound this pulls out of him. "Highly unprofessional, you know."

Rowan returns the grin, carding their fingers through his hair. "Well yeah, but that was after hours, baby. Doesn't count."

"Oh, naturally. Of course not." Julian winds his arms around Rowan's waist again, hugging them warmly and softly kissing the mark he'd left on their neck. "Perhaps I'll admit to having an impure thought or ten. It's hard not to when you're on my mind, gorgeous." Rowan chuckles at that, and Julian presses on. "I know it's ridiculous to say I missed you after only a few hours, but it's true. Honestly, Rowan, it really has just been one of those days where I can't stop thinking about you. Holding you, kissing you, showing you how much I love you in every way I know how." His eyes crinkle happily at the corners as he plants a kiss on Rowan's chest, right above their heart. "I'd love to do all that and more now, if you're up for it. Anything you desire, sweetheart."

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Rowan's mouth, and he leans down to kiss Julian's cheek. "Hmm, maybe later, lovely," he replies, resting his forehead against Julian's and affectionately rubbing the tip of his nose with his own. "But I feel bad that I left you missing me all day, poor baby. I ought to make it up to you for that, don't ya think?" He pauses briefly, smile turning into a smirk. "Besides, you're the one whose hard-on is digging into my thigh. Should probably sort that out first before we worry about me."

Julian's cheeks flush a beautiful red, but the look in his stormy eyes shows he's more than amenable to the suggestion of getting him off. He nods, his hands almost timid now as they slowly trace along Rowan's curves. "As you wish, my love," he says, slightly breathless. "Did you, ah, have anything in particular in mind?"

The smile Rowan gives him is devilish, one of his eyebrows arching. "Oh, I might have an idea or two." He turns his body sideways until he's lying horizontally across Julian's lap, leaning over the edge of the bed to rummage around in their bedside table. His loose, flowy shirt slides a few inches up his back, and this combined with his position leaves Julian with a rather exquisite view of his rear end, clad in only the pair of tiny, silky black shorts he'd changed into after his bath. Julian bites his lip around an appreciative groan at the sight, unable to resist cupping one of the soft, rounded cheeks in his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Rowan responds by arching his back, pushing his ass up even higher.

Really, how Julian is keeping himself from abandoning his own pleasure and begging Rowan to sit on his face right now, he has no idea.

"Have I ever told you," he purrs, "that you have the most perfect ass?"

"Mm," Rowan murmurs their assent, coyly glancing at him over their shoulder with an amused smirk. "Pretty sure you brought it up roughly three minutes after breaking into my house."

Well, that certainly does sound like him. "The first time or the second time?"

"Yes."

Julian snorts with laughter just as Rowan sits back up on the bed, holding up what they've produced for his inspection. A red-glass bottle, one he knows to be full of the vanilla and orange-scented oil that they use; sometimes as massage oil, sometimes as lubricant for... less innocent activities, and usually both in the one go.

"Oh..." Julian's eyelids droop, and he feels a flush creep up his neck at the thought of everything they could be planning on doing to him. "I like the way you think, darling." He takes his lower lip between his teeth, looking Rowan up and down and back to the bottle in their hand again. "What do you need me to do?"

"Hmm..." Rowan considers him for a moment, unabashedly enjoying the sight of him blushing and trembling in anticipation, their lips curled into a coquettish little smile. "Strip for me?" They suggest gently.

Julian's all too eager to comply. His hands immediately fly to undo the last few buttons on his shirt, almost pulling them off in his haste, and he pushes the loose white linen off of his shoulders.

Rowan drinks in the sight of his naked torso, eyes almost as heavily lidded as Julian's own. "Gods, Julian, you're so fucking hot," he breathes, voice steeped in hunger. "Keep going. I wanna see all of you."

Julian nods, rapidly, more than happy to get rid of his trousers considering how tight they've become, and quickly casts the rest of his clothes aside until he's naked and knelt on the bed, skin rosy-pink from his ears to his chest. The sight of him, his gorgeous face looking at them so lovingly, his wonderful body trembling with the need to feel theirs, his thick cock made hard and aching just from a few of their words and touches... it makes Rowan grow warm all over, overwhelmed with affection for the man before them, and they temporarily put their obscene ideas on the back-burner to kneel in front of him and pull him into a tight embrace. Julian returns the hug in kind, burying his face in Rowan's shoulder.

"I love you so much, Ilya," they whisper into his ear, only holding him tighter when he trembles at the sound of that name in their mouth. "So much. Tell me exactly how you want me. I'll give you everything you need."

"I..." Rowan hears Julian swallow, but they say nothing, just continue holding him and giving him time to consider things. They know he's still not quite used to it, taking any kind of control in the bedroom, even if it's only to specify to his partner exactly what he wants them to do to him. But Rowan doesn't mind. They'll give him as much time as he needs to learn and let it truly sink in that he's allowed to be selfish with them. "Can you... take your clothes off as well, please?" He eventually requests, voice almost shy. "And just... hold me? I want to do whatever it is you have in mind, love, no matter what it is, but... I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to be as close to you as I possibly can be." He lifts his head from Rowan's shoulder, looking sheepish and more than a little nervous. "Is that... does that work? Is that alright?"

Rowan cups his cheeks and leans in to kiss him softly, slowly, sweetly. "It's more than alright, a rúnsearc," he tells him. "It's perfect. You just lie back and let me take it from here, OK? You don't have to do a thing except enjoy yourself."

Once Julian's comfortably settled himself back on the pillows, watching Rowan eagerly with hooded eyes, they start to strip down themself. They lift the hem of their shirt and pull it over their head, carelessly dropping it on the floor and looking over at Julian to see his reaction. His pupils are blown out, making his eyes look more black than grey, and he has to lick his lips before speaking.

"I'm never getting that shirt back, am I?"

Rowan throws their head back, laughing. "Nope."

Julian grins, shaking his head. "Thought not. It's just as well, anyway. It looks far better on you than it did on me. Though I think it might look best on the floor." He eyes Rowan's bare chest hungrily, licking his lips again. "Ah... are those the barbells I got you last week?"

"Yep," Rowan smiles, glad that he noticed. The piercings currently adorning their nipples are beautiful, delicate gold things, a sun on one side and a moon on the other. Julian had brought them home one day as a little surprise gift, and Rowan had been waiting for a good moment to model them for him. "You have good taste, Jewel. What do you think, hmm?"

They wager they can tell pretty easily what he thinks from the look in his eyes, but it's nice to hear him say it. He bites his lip with a low whine, then says shakily, "They're even better than I'd imagined." He catches Rowan's eye and smiles wryly. "And believe me, my dear, I spend quite a lot of time imagining you naked."

They aren't naked yet, though, and they see fit to amend that as quickly as possible. Once their shorts are off, Rowan picks the bottle of oil back up and pours a generous amount into their hand, thoroughly coating their palm and fingers in the thick, aromatic lubricant.

"I'm gonna lie behind you," they tell Julian, moving closer to him. "I'm gonna hold you against me, and I'm gonna stroke your cock. Does all that sound good, lovely? Is that something you want?"

Julian nods sharply, so fast his curls bounce. "Yes. Gods. Yes please, darling, that sounds wonderful. Perfect. Please."

Rowan laughs breathlessly, watching as Julian turns to lie on his side before lying down behind him, pressing their bare body flush against his. They wrap both their arms around his waist, hugging him close, pressing their face to the nape of his neck and relishing in his contented purrs as he pushes himself closer to their warmth.

"Love you, Ro," he tells them, sounding breathless even though they haven't touched his cock yet. "Love you so much."

Rowan smiles against his neck, resting their clean hand over his heart and reaching for his cock with their oil-slick one. It jumps and twitches against their palm, and they relish the strangled gasp they quite literally pull from Julian when they grasp it firmly at the base and slowly stroke up the shaft to the head.

"Love you too, Ilya," they murmur into his ear, taking the lobe between their teeth.

The pace Rowan sets starts off slow, stroking Julian steadily and languidly to match the way he bucks his hips against their fist - weakly, clearly not wanting things to end too soon despite his mounting need. Their free hand trails up to his chest, shamelessly groping his pecs and rubbing his sensitive nipples teasingly between their fingers.

Only when Rowan's fingers slip over the head of his cock for the umpteenth time and find precum beginning to leak from it do they increase their speed, using what he's giving them to slicken their hand and smooth their strokes even further. Julian whines his encouragement low in his throat, tilting his head back onto Rowan's shoulder and thrusting into their fist with more force.

"Yes, darling, yes, that's so good," he whimpers, urgent and needy, making Rowan's heart absolutely melt for him. "Please - ah, fuck - please, a little harder, rougher - squeeze a little tighter-"

Rowan gladly complies, biting down on the muscle just below Julian's ear and sucking hard as they narrow the tunnel of their fingers, gripping Julian's cock as tightly as they can while still being able to move their hand. They alternate between pumping at him steadily and paying special attention to his sensitive cockhead, rubbing the very tip with their thumb or grinding their palm against it, just to drive him that little bit wilder. Their other hand remains on his chest, scratching his skin lightly with their nails and tugging on his chest hair and pinching his sensitive nipples. They bite just hard enough to leave imprints of their teeth and suck hickeys into every inch of sensitive neck and shoulder they can reach. When the heat and pressure between their legs becomes too unbearable to ignore, they hook a leg over Julian's hip and start to grind against him.

They treat him to this exquisite torture for another minute or two, paying special attention to whatever movements draw the loudest moans from him, until the rhythm of his hips pounding into their fist starts to stutter, becoming more and more erratic, and the noises he makes start to devolve into whimpers and breathless panting between babbles of how good it feels, how much he loves them.

"I-I'm close, Ro," he tells them in a broken voice. "I'm so close, please-"

Ah, the beautiful words that Rowan had been waiting to hear.

Their stroke slows to a standstill, grip on him loosening to almost nothing. Julian whines low in his throat, tipping his head back onto their shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut against frustrated tears as he feels his orgasm withdraw. Rowan only chuckles, their nose bumping against his cheek as they kiss along his jaw.

"It's okay, acushla, I'm not teasing you," they reassure him, drawing a quiet whimper from him when they start to idly trace patterns on the tip of his twitching cock with the pad of their finger. "I just wanted to ask you how you want to cum. I can keep doing this, if you'd like..." Their voice drops a few octaves. "Or I could suck you off. Let you fuck my throat. Choke on your cock and swallow everything you have to give me."

Julian feels Rowan grin against his neck as they speak, the barest edges of their sharp teeth grazing the sensitive spot under his ear only adding fuel to the fire that their downright sinful words have lit inside him. He groans and arches back against them, lip caught between his teeth, his skin flushed red from his ears down to his chest. They giggle softly in response, kissing behind his ear and gently tugging the lobe between their teeth before continuing in a sensual whisper.

"Or I could put you on your back and straddle you. I know how much you like the view of me on top of you," they purr, smirking against his skin. "I could take you inside me. I could ride you as fast or as slow as you want. I'm so wet already, Jewel, you won't even have to finger me first. Gods, I'd fucking love to feel you fill me up..."

It takes a few moments for Julian's brain to catch up with his mouth, engrossed as it is with the feeling of Rowan's body against his back and their lips on his neck and their hand on his tits and their finger on his cock and the images their words have so beautifully conjured in his mind. Their weight in his lap, thighs hugging his hips, head thrown back and face contorted with pleasure as they ride him. His hands gripping their hips and shamelessly groping their ass as he moves his hips against them, meeting each thrust with his own, fucking up into them... He moans wantonly, slinging an arm back to tangle his fingers in their hair and hold them tight to him as he bucks his hips against their hand.

Rowan giggles almost playfully in response, his hand that's not on Julian's cock running lazily across his chest and playing with the hair growing there, arm tightening around Julian's waist. "I'm assuming that's a yes?" He murmurs teasingly into Julian's ear, soft lips brushing the shell of it with every word. "You wanna know how wet I got for you? You wanna feel how warm and soft I am when I slide up and down on your cock? You wanna make me cum? You wanna cum inside me?"

"Yes," Julian groans, his voice strained, his cock aching and leaking precum, his entire body singing Rowan's name and practically buzzing with lust and want and need for him. "God, yes. Please, darling, please ride me, please let me feel you, let me fuck you, let me give you pleasure, it's all I want, please, please, please..."

He hears Rowan humming happily under their breath as they tenderly press kisses to the notch of his jaw. "Hmm, you don't have to beg me for it, lovely," they tell him sweetly. "This is all for you, remember? I'll give you everything you want, I promise. You don't need to worry about a thing. Okay?"

Julian lets out a long, ragged sigh, feeling tears prickle underneath his closed eyelids again. But these aren't tears of frustration; they're tears of happiness, of the all-consuming contentment and love he feels welling up inside of him, from his head down to his feet. He has never had a love like this before, never had anything that even came close, and it still surprises him sometimes that he's finally found it. He still wonders, sometimes, what he ever did to deserve it. To deserve them.

But Rowan has never cared whether or not Julian's thought himself deserving of their affections. They have simply given them to him anyway, and left it up to him whether or not he will accept them.

He does, of course. He always does.

"Okay, darling."

He smiles broadly as Rowan presses one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before sitting upright, scooting backwards to make room before rolling Julian onto his back. He goes pliant, following their lead, tilting his head back against the pillows to appreciate the view as Rowan swings a leg over his thighs, straddling his hips, sitting down right in front of his cock. His hands reach for them, slowly caressing their thighs, hips and waist as they lean closer to him, running their hands up his chest. Julian manoeuvres himself upwards slightly until he's half-lying down and half-sitting up against the headboard, leaving mere inches of distance between Rowan's face and his own. They're grinning at him adoringly, adorably, all dimples and crooked eyeteeth, and Julian feels another burst of love blossom in his chest, this time mixed with pride; he can still remember times when Rowan would hide his mouth with his hand whenever he smiled in front of Julian, embarrassed of the way it looked, not wanting Julian to see any of his supposed imperfections.

As if his Rowan could ever possibly be anything less than perfect in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful, my love," Julian tells him, softly and sincerely, delighting in the delicate, rosy-pink flush that spreads across Rowan's freckled nose and cheeks at his words, the way his eyes flicker off to the side as if embarrassed. How cute it is, that they can both still fluster each other so much with just a few touches and sweet words, even after being together for all these months.

"So are you," Rowan murmurs in reply, his blush deepening beautifully. He leans closer still, brushing kisses against the arch of Julian's cheekbone and drawing a gasp from him when his lower lips brush against his cock. "I'm so happy you're mine, Jewel."

Julian's hands on Rowan's hips slide up his back, wrapping his arms around his waist to hold him close. "And I'm so happy I get to be yours," he whispers back. "I love you so much, Ruadhán. So much."

Rowan's hands come up to cradle Julian's face, stroking his skin with their thumbs. They smile at him, and Julian sees tears glinting in the corners of their lovely eyes right before they lean in to press their lips to his, softly, gently, the taste of one of their flowery teas lingering on their tongue. "I love you too, my Ilya." They barely pull away to say it, lips brushing against his as they speak. "I always will."

One of Rowan's hands moves away from Julian's cheek, sliding down his neck and past his collarbones, over his chest, grazing his stomach, fingers running through the hair on his abdomen, and down further still to firmly grasp his neglected cock, stiff and aching in the minimal space between them. Julian's gasp becomes a moan as Rowan gives it a few more languid pumps whilst he positions himself, moving up onto his knees and hovering over him, letting out a soft moan of his own when he start to rub Julian's tip against his clit and his shaft against his cunt, dragging it through his folds, covering him with his slick. He wasn't exaggerating earlier; he's absolutely soaked, just from touching Julian, from kissing him and rubbing against him and whispering filthy words in his ear, without having to receive anything in return.

Oh, how glad he is that they didn't end up finishing him with their hand. Getting to please them, to make them cum too, is a gift in and of itself.

Julian grasps Rowan's hips again, helping to guide them as they line Julian's cock up with their entrance, gasping softly as they slowly sink down on him. His eyes roll back in his head, groaning low in the back of his throat at the feel of them, how hot and soft they are... his fingertips dig into their skin, restraining himself from fucking up into them immediately, wanting to let them take him and adjust to him at their own pace.

For their part, Rowan's having the time of their life. They lower themself slowly, almost agonisingly so, until their ass is resting in Julian's lap and the whole hard, hot length of him is fully inside them. They tilt their head back with a blissed-out smile on their face, relishing the feeling of his girth stretching them out, the way they can feel him twitching with arousal... they let out a long, relieved sigh as they arch their back, sliding their hips forward just slightly at the same time, earning them a gasp from Julian and a tighter grip on their hips.

"E-everything alright, darling?" Julian asks them hoarsely once he's composed himself, his eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes up at them, lifting a hand up to brush some hair away from their cheek. "Do you need a minute? Or do you want me to finger you after all?"

Oh, he's such a sweetheart. Rowan can feel him trembling with need, know how much he must want to pull them close and kiss them deeply and thrust up into them until he spills, and yet he's still making their comfort and arousal his first priority.

It only makes them want to fuck him more.

"Gods, no, I'm perfect," they tell him with a smile, laughing breathily when he gasps and chokes on a moan as they gyrate their hips just slightly, just enough to tease. "You're perfect, Ilya. Fuck, I've never had a better cock than yours. It's like you were made for me."

"I was, fuck, yes, I was," he babbles, almost sobbing from equal parts desire and frustration. "You're perfect, Ro, you're so perfect...so tight and hot, I... I need you, Rowan, I need you now, please, can I-"

He's cut off by two of Rowan's fingers, pressing against his lips to hold them still. He silences himself immediately, mouth closing. Rowan smiles down at him, looking like they want nothing more than to eat him alive.

"Ah ah ah," they tut gently, shaking their head. "Open back up for me?"

Obedient as ever, Julian parts his lips once more, and Rowan takes the opportunity to slide the two fingers they'd used to shut him up into his open mouth. Julian moans appreciatively around the digits as he dutifully licks and sucks on them, tongue curling around them to draw them as deeply into his mouth as he can.

"Good boy, that's it," Rowan sighs huskily, lifting their other hand to softly pet Julian's curls, smiling wider when his eyes slide shut and he tilts his head into the caress. "Such a good boy for me, Ilya."

He pulls his fingers out with a soft, wet pop, but Julian reaches up to grab his hand before he can pull it away.

"Always," he says, voice raspy and steeped in barely restrained hunger. The way he looks into their eyes as he tenderly kisses their knuckles makes Rowan shiver and keen quietly, involuntarily clenching around him; he's gazing up at them as if they are an idol, and he a worshipper at their feet. "Always wanna be good for you."

Rowan's hand slides down from Julian's curls to cup his cheek, smiling when he nuzzles against their palm. Gods, they never thought they could love someone this much. It feels as though their heart could burst from it.

"I know you do, Jewel. I think you ought to be rewarded for that," they tell him, voice dripping with honey-like sweetness. "Don't you?"

Julian's arms fall limply to his sides, and he nods, rapidly, drawing out another breathy laugh from Rowan as he rests a hand on his chest, the other trailing down his own body to slowly rub his clit between the fingers that Julian had so generously coated in saliva.

Slowly, slowly, they lift themself back up off his cock until barely the tip remains inside them, then slide down again, sheathing him back inside their heat with a languid moan from both of them. They slide their hips forwards, backwards, up, and down, again and again, speeding up slightly each time until they're riding him with reckless abandon, the smacking sound of skin against skin filling the space between them.

Julian hadn't been told not to move, and he certainly intends to do so, but he forces himself to hold still and keep his hands fisted in the bedsheets by his sides for a few moments regardless, wanting to let Rowan set whatever pace they're comfortable with. He watches them in a love-drunk haze, his eyes nearly black with lust; their head thrown back, neck arching, mouth open in a seemingly never-ending stream of pants and moans; their small, pert tits just barely bouncing in his face, practically begging to be sucked on; the muscles in their abdomen and thighs flexing and their ass bouncing in his lap as they ride him steadily.

Glorious. Gorgeous. Julian will never take for granted how blessed he is that they chose to be his.

Rowan looks down at him, then, and their pierced lips curl into a grin even as their tongue runs salaciously over their sharp, crooked teeth, and their eyes, narrowed playfully, bear a wicked gleam (and if there's anything Julian loves, it's when they are wicked) that sends a shiver down his spine, making his hands grip the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"Touch me," they dare him, teasingly, practically taunting him, voice raspy and thoroughly debauched. "Touch me, Ilya. Take me, ravish me, fuck me, I know you want to-"

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a guttural, desperate groan he wraps his arms tightly around Rowan's back, pulling him in and holding him close, one hand gripping his hip and the other buried in his half-dried, sweet-smelling hair. His heels digging into the mattress beneath him, he starts to thrust up into them, matching the relentless pace Rowan had set, meeting every downward roll of their hips with an upwards snap of his own and adoring every whimper, every mewl, every sound of pleasure he draws from them; knowing that it means he's doing well, he's making them feel good and gaining his own pleasure from giving it.

Rowan clenches a fist in Julian's hair, tugging tightly in just the way he likes and dragging his mouth to theirs, their teeth sinking into his bottom lip, their tongue sliding against his, swallowing his ecstatic moan. When Rowan pulls back again for air, Julian ducks his head to kiss down their throat, along their pierced collarbone, and down to their breasts, laving his tongue across one of their nipples before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it with a decadent moan that's almost as loud as Rowan's. They practically scream when he grazes his teeth against their tit and tugs on the barbell the way he knows they like, the rhythm of their hips grinding and snapping against his increasing in speed as well as the movement of their fingers on their clit.

Letting go of their nipple, he asks hoarsely; "Are you close, love?"

Rowan nods so fast that it makes their curls bounce, eyes rolled back in their head, face flushed a beautiful red, lip caught between teeth. Seeing his darling so debauched is almost enough to bring Julian to the edge himself. "Yes," they gasp, letting out a high-pitched mewl that would make them die of embarrassment in any other scenario as Julian's cock rubs against a particularly sensitive spot inside them thag makes them clench around him. "I'm almost there, Jewel, I'm so close, I just need a little more... a little harder, please-!"

They hardly need to ask him twice. Julian holds Rowan as close to him as he possibly can, unwilling to let even a sliver of space between their bodies as he thrusts up into their soft, wet heat at a relentless pace, meeting every movement of their hips, their skin slapping together at almost bruising force, feeling himself get closer and closer to his own release with every wanton, ecstatic noise Rowan makes and every clench of their inner muscles around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Rowan babbles nigh incoherently, bouncing on Julian's cock and rubbing their clit as hard and fast as they can; feeling tears spring to their eyes the more maddeningly close they get to orgasm, fire building inside of them, burning brighter and hotter until finally, finally it bursts. "Fuck, Ilya, I'm cumming-!"

The orgasm consumes him whole, pushing him so hard over the edge that his vision whites out, forcing a hitched scream from his throat that he muffles by biting down on Julian's shoulder hard enough to break the skin. His hips twitch and jerk in Julian's lap, his cunt clenching around his cock tightly enough to bring him to the brink as well; Julian only needs to give a few last, desperate thrusts before letting out a guttural, broken cry as he reaches his own orgasm, cumming with his cock still deep inside of Rowan, filling him up.

They stay locked in their embrace for a minute or two, both panting to catch their breath as they slowly come back to earth. Even after they've calmed down, they remain as they are, sharing soft kisses and stroking each other's hair and skin, basking in the afterglow following their release. Rowan presses his lips to Julian's temple, smiling against his sweat-slicked hair.

"Well, how was that? Got everything out of your system?"

Julian chuckles wryly, his fingertips tracing Idle patterns onto the bare skin of Rowan's back. "All that and more. Thank you, darling. That was... perfect. Just what I needed."

Rowan cups his cheeks in his hands, bringing him close for a kiss. "Anytime, my Jewel."

#fern's writing #nsft #rowan aisling #julian devorak #i love you i'm glad i exist #the arcana #arcana apprentice #apprentice x julian

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 5 months

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Hart and Hunter - Chapter 12 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

I break at least five traffic laws on the way but we get back to Spring Lakes in record time.

There are only two cars on the street in front of Lagrange's shop, one of which is Julian's.

My front tire jumps the curb as I park behind it and I'm out of the car and dialing his number in seconds.

Just like the last ten times I'd tried, it goes to voicemail and I swear and hang up the instant the recorded message begins to play.

As I stride across the street towards the bicycle shop, a car door slams and quick steps approach at my back.

I turn to see that Ingrid has followed me.

"Grids, get back in the car. I don't have time for this."

"No way. You need backup."

Reaching the door, I try it but find it's locked.

The interior is dark except for a row of overhead lights and there's no sign of Julian or Halloran.

"I am the backup," I snap, examining the large windows on either side of the door.

"I don't need a backup dancer."

She crosses her arms and tsks at me.

"Are you being sexist right now? Because that sounded kinda sexist. What are you freaking out about, anyway? Just 'cause a rune sounded like Halloran's name and Julian looked at the guy?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

I cast about for a suitable glass-breaking implement and spot a golf-ball-sized stone near the base of an ornamental tree.

Snatching it up, I flex my arm for a throw but Ingrid lunges to catch my sleeve.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell are you doing? Isn't that like, a crime or something?"

I shake her off.

"Ingrid, I swear to God if you don't get back in the car..."

"You'll what? Spank me? You're not my father, Dane and yeah, I'm your little sister but I'm also a full-grown woman and just as much a Wolf as you are. Now stop being such an Alpha dick for a second and use your head. Can't you just call your cop-lady friend and have her let us in?"

I cross my arms and glower.

"Now who's being sexist? That 'cop-lady' is the chief of police and yes, she could send someone over but there's no time. Fastest response for a non-emergency is at least ten minutes."

She huffs and rolls her eyes.

"Fine. Gimme two minutes. Then you can smash things."

Before I can ask what she's talking about, she rummages in her purse and produces what appears to be a paper clip.

As she unbends the bit of wire, crouches in front of the door and works it into the lock, I realize two things... it's definitely a paperclip and Ingrid knows what she's doing.

She'd probably accuse me of double standards and she'd probably be right but in my mind there's a big difference between me committing a crime to rescue my mate and my little sister committing one to help me.

I'm about to tell her to stop... to set a good example and wait for the police after all... when the lock clicks and she lets out a triumphant

"Fuck, yeah."

It hasn't even been one minute, much less two.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" I ask. and she shrugs, dropping the abused paperclip back into her purse as she stands.

"School."

"Yeah. Right."

I rub the back of my neck and sigh.

"You're not gonna listen to me, are you?"

"Nope."

"All right. Stay behind me and stay quiet."

I push the door open and step into the shop.

"It's cold in here," Ingrid remarks, hugging herself as she follows me.

"What the fuck did I just say?" I hiss.

"If you're cold, then wait outside. Either way, shut up."

"Fine," she huffs but she says it in a whisper, at least.

The shop has two main areas... the primary sales floor and a back room for repairs.

The first is large and open and between the rows of bicycles hanging from racks or arranged on the floor, there's not much opportunity for concealment.

A glance is enough to tell we're alone.

The back room is smaller, with a mount for holding a bicycle, a workbench, tool chests and storage cabinets.

I sniff the air but detect nothing beyond the pungent odor of fresh rubber and compressed air.

Ingrid, though, wrinkles her nose.

"What is that smell?" she complains, having once again immediately forgotten the 'be quiet' rule.

"It's just the shop. Oil, grease, rubber. Stuff like that," I say, heading back into the main area and giving the space one more quick look.

She rolls her eyes at me.

"I know what bicycles smell like, Dane. I mean the other thing."

I sniff the air again and shake my head.

"What other thing?"

"That damp smell. Like a basement."

"This building doesn't have a basement," I say, pulling out my cell-phone again and considering my next move.

Coleridge will have Halloran's number and Vasquez might have some insight, too.

"I studied the floor plans when we were hired to look into the thefts."

"Well, it's coming from somewhere," she says, disregarding my other instruction and wandering off to explore on her own.

"Smells stronger over here."

"I don't smell anything," I say as I call Coleridge and head for the door.

"It's probably a leak or something. These building are old. Come on... maybe they went into one of the adjacent shops."

"Dane?" she calls.

I turn and see she hasn't followed me and is instead looking at something behind the sales counter.

"What?"

"I found the smell."

I start walking again.

"Ingrid, we don't have time for this. I'm..."

"Dane," she insists, stamping her foot and pointing at the ground, eyes wide as she looks up at me.

"They're not in another shop. Now get your head out of your ass for a second and come here."

Having gotten my attention at last, I end the call before it connects and join her.

Rounding the side of the sales counter, I find her standing over a rectangular hole in the floor.

The cold, dank-smelling air wafting from it is exactly as she described... like an old basement.

It's a smell I recognize from a childhood spent far north, where my Mom kept the root-cellar well-stocked with canned goods all year.

I'm not sure how I could have missed it before.

"Fuck. What in fuck is this?"

I swipe my hand across my mouth and stare down to where a set of narrow stone steps leads into the dark.

"I don't know," Ingrid says.

"Let's find out."

"Whoa."

I grab hold of her arm.

"No way are you coming with me down there."

"Are you kidding me? I got us in here and I found this thing. You obviously need my help."

Recognizing a losing battle, I give in.

"Fine. Just..."

"Stay behind you and stay quiet. Yeah, I got it."

"Then fucking listen this time."

As I descend the steps, a light flares over my left shoulder and I turn to see Ingrid angling her cell-phone in front of us.

The glare blinds me and I hiss a curse.

"Turn that off."

"Why? It's a flashlight."

"No, it's not."

I rummage in my pocket for the pen-sized one I keep on me for situations just like this.

"It's a lit flash. This is a flashlight. Honestly, your generation worries me sometimes."

"Yeah, yeah. You problem is you don't know how to use the one on your cell-phone, do you, old man?"

"Be quiet or I legit will remove you forcibly and lock you in my car."

She sticks her tongue out at me but thankfully says nothing more as we continue our descent.

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inkyquince · 2 years

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QKS MASTERLIST

Quince Kinky Shit (Character +Trope/Kink)

Degrees of Lewdity

Kylar + Somnophilia?

Sydney + Crossdressing

Alex + bondage

Doren + monster kink

Landry + Public Sex

Whitney and sounding

Wren + Crossdressing

Doren+ Breeding

Whitney/(PC/)Kylar + Collars

Leighton + Niki + Lewd Photos

Remy+ Body worship

Bailey and breeding

Landry + Brothel

Doren + Breeding Kink

Whitney/PC/Kylar + Collar

Niki + Leighton = Lewd Pictures

Remy/PC/Wren + Somno

Ivory Wraith + Yandere/Possessive Sex

Wolf!Eden + Period Sex

Plant Person + Tentacle Sex

Remy/Bull!PC+ Breeding Dummy

Bailey + Degradation

Whitney/ Kylar + Noncon

Landry + Petplay

Great Hawk + Air Sex

Winter + Spanking

PC + Monsterfucking

Doren + Roleplay

Sydney + Aphrodisiac

Briar x Landry + Cucking

Leighton + Overstimulation

Quinn + Exhibitionism

Leighton + Incest Roleplay

Doren + Horny Snap

Quinn + Bimbofication

Winter + Cum Drunk

Avery x Quinn + Double Penetration

Whitney + Somno

Quinn + Breeding

Briar + Toys

Leighton + Trying to Keep Quiet

Ivory Wraith + Cockwarming

Bailey + Hardcore Sex

Bailey + Brat

Leighton + Bimbofication

Whitney + Bloodplay

Briar + Public Fingering

Veteran Guard + Anal

Bailey + Big Glass Window

Kylar + Edging

Harper + Exhibitionism

Wren + Incest

Leighton + First Time! Prostitute

Winter +Shibari

Remy/Wren + Cucking

Sydney The Faithful + Spanking

Bailey + Feminisation

Whitney + Dacryphilia

Eden + Lactation

Gotham

Dick Grasyon + Baby Trapping

Bruce Wayne + Cuckholding

Baldurs Gate 3

God Gale + Kidnapping

Halsin + Predator/Prey

Halsin + Size Kink

Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand + Praise/Degradation

Obey me (Discontinued Asks)

Leviathan + Breeding Kink

Asmodeus | Praise/Degradation

Mammon and Bondage

Lucifer and Collaring + Facefucking

Divinity Original Sin 2

Ifan + Biting

The Arcana

Julian + DOL

Muriel + Predator/Prey

Inky's OCs

Gabriel Sinclair + Free Use

Arno Gallagher + Recorded Sex

Ewan Blythe + Masked Sex

Joaquim St.James/ Danny (@angrelysimpping oc) + Threesome

#gonna make it look pretty later #qks #masterlist #quincekinkyshit #nsft #quincewrites

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Thinkin about the arcana characters' dicks, just a normal Tuesday.

Asra has such a cute t-dick, the perfect size to jerk off with your thumb and forefinger. Give the head a little extra attention and he'll come, hard. Spread his labia with your fingers and tell him how beautiful he is, how gorgeous his body is. Finger his hole and tell him he can touch himself however he wants since he looked so pretty cumming the first time. He'll mimic the way you jerked him off since he loved it so much the first time. But he will intentionally edge himself just because he can, it's rare that he gets to control the pace and he's going to savor it.

Julian probably has a glorious, long, uncut dick. And he won't ever be needing it. He's masochistic enough to request being put in a cock cage. Unlock him when he's been good and reward him by taking him in your mouth. Pull off before he finishes so that he cums all over himself--naughty boy! Wipe up a bit of his cum with your fingers and have him suck them clean. Lock him back up and sit on his face so he can return the favor. He loves having that physical reminder of ownership and knowing that you control such an intimate part of his body. He belongs to you, and he loves it.

Muriel is of course, packing. He's so big and tall that even a proportionally small/average cock on him would be well above average. He won't be using it to fuck you, that's for sure. And you can't take much of it in your mouth either, but you can absolutely work around that. Fondle his balls while you lick around the shaft. Suck on the head of the cock while your hand works around the base. Just let him feel good. Listen to his grunts and moans. In the beginning he isn't very vocal, he doesn't feel comfortable expressing his pleasure despite trusting you so much. Adjust your approach and worship that man until he feels so good he can't hold back anymore. That's when you know you've succeeded.

Lucio probably would have a very nice looking dick. But tell him it's small and ugly and not good for anything. The great (former lol) Count beneath you, tied down tight so he can hardly move. He can't use his hands to touch himself, he's at your mercy. After teasing him relentlessly, you wrap your hand around his cock. He gets so excited thinking you're finally going to jerk him off. But you tell him that you're not going to be moving, he has to. Watch him squirm in his bonds and try to get enough pleasure out of your hand to come. He'll be begging for you to help him by moving your hand or untying him soon.

I don't want to leave Portia and Nadia out of the party but wanted to leave them for last in case anyone prefers to not read that. But I love the idea of either of them being trans <3

I bet Nadia would have a really beautiful dick. Slender, just enough girth and surrounded by a perfectly trimmed patch of purple hair. Maybe decorated with piercings? I am sure she would want to accessorize there too! And normally, she's quite proud of the pleasure she gives her partners with it. Until you came along, and wanted to top her. She never knew how enjoyable it was to have someone else take control but she loves the feeling. Fuck her slow and deep from behind while stroking her cock. Whisper in her ear how good she feels around you and how you want to see her fall apart. Pick up the pace when you notice she's close just so that she's pushed to orgasm that much faster.

Portia has the most adorable chubby but rather short cock. She's got a lot of curly red hair around it and the famous Devorak horny genes. She gets so excited when you play together and wants it to last as long as possible. You bring up the idea of putting a cock ring around her and she loves it. Now you can do what you want for as long as you want and determine when she gets to cum. She gets frustrated and maybe a bit whiny after a while, but when you ask her if she wants to finish, she says no, she wants to be your good kitty for just a little longer. Use her until you're satisfied and then release her and let her cum. She'll be so happy!

Oh my god,,,, oh my goodness,,,

Asra has the cutest t dick that gets nice and hard when he’s excited. If you tease him enough you can watch it twitch. It turns him on to no end to watch you jerk him off with only your finger and thumb, rubbing the little base of it to give the head a kiss. Fingering him will get him to squirt easier, cumming on himself and you while you pick up the pace of your stroking as much as you can. (Asra tries to mimic the motions, and while he prefers when you touch him, he loves the way stroking his dick like that makes his toes curl.)

I see Julian having a circumcised dick because he’s Jewish coded (or just Jewish in my eyes at this point) but it’s definitely long and skinny with a curve to it. He gets super drippy and red when he’s turned on (and possibly having hyperspermia??). You don’t even need to bring up a cock cage he’s already locked himself up and given you the key. Suck him off as a treat and feel his legs clamp against your face and relax when he remembers the rules. Look up at him through your lashes and he has a full body shudder, his cock jumping in your mouth. Sometimes you’ll let him cum in your mouth, just so you can hold it until you pry his mouth open and spit it back out onto his tongue. (He loves it)

Ok I know this is an unpopular opinion but I think Muriel would be pretty average. He just thinks he’s bigger in that department (considering he’s big in everything else). Pairing that with the fact he’s probably only ever saw other genitals if a loin cloth got flipped up he doesn’t have a solid frame of reference. So when you tell him he’s actually pretty average he just breathes a big sigh of relief. He’s not picky with how you get him off, though pain and prolonged edging is off the table. A handjob is pure ecstasy to him, and a blowjob is just the cherry on top. He tries to hold back and stay still but the more you goad him the more likely he is to start humping up into your hand and letting out some more noise.

Lucio’s got a tiny cock I just know it. He talks big game and that he’s got some massive shlong but in reality he’s pretty small. (Sorry I haven’t been feeling lucio lately hcjdjdjkddkd tho kinktober day 6 has a prompt like this!)

The ladies,,,my ladies,,,,

I’ve never thought of Nadia with genital piercings before but you have Opened my mind. She uses the prettiest jewelry she can buy and commission, taking immense pride in how she takes care of herself. While Nadia has been a dom top with all her other partners, she indulges in being a sub bottom with you—which includes doing things she’d never done before. Sure, she’s done prostate milking on others, but never experienced it for herself. She absolutely melts the first time you do it. Keep massaging that spot while you stroke her cock, toying with the little piercings until she’s drooling and dripping cum on her belly.

Portia has the cutest chubbiest short little dick. She’s circumcised and has a wild bush of curly red hair framing everything. She loves petplay so when the plug presses too hard on her prostate she starts getting slower and closer to cumming—she doesn’t want it to end so soon! So when you suggest a cock ring she’s very happy, even if it does make the pressure heavier and tighter and her little cock all swollen. She sobs when she finally cums, big fat tears running over her splotchy red face, slurred thank you’s leaving her lips.

#mail #spicy #julian #asra #nadia #lucio #muriel #portia #hhh this got long skdkdkdk

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dontmindmyshadowhunting · 3 years

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Welcome to Faerieland - Fan Fic (last chapters)

Here we go! Last chapters of Welcome to Faerieland.

Link to full story on AO3 here.

*****

Dru and Ash landed a mile or so away from their destination, in order to avoid drawing attention to the location. As soon as their feet touched the ground, the two rocs turned around and disappeared above the treetops.

“I can walk,” Dru said and Ash offered his arm to steady her while she limped toward the general direction of the cottage. She knew it pretty well, it had sort of become a Blackthorns’ country home.

“So how do you know this place?”

“My eldest brother is dating the King of the Unseelie Court, and that’s where they meet sometimes.”

Ash whistled.

“One of your brothers is King Kieran’s lover? I think I heard about him.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty serious, although they won’t ever be able to be official about it. I guess you know what the rules are about faerie royalty’s consorts?”

“I do,” he averted his gaze and brushed a hand through his hair, in what seemed to be a nervous gesture. Dru realized it was the first time Ash had looked uncomfortable about a subject.

“A lot of rules need to be changed,” he said abruptly. “Don’t you agree?” His green eyes bore into her as he said it, as if he was desperate for her approval.

“Well, King Kieran has already been carrying out a lot of changes since he came to power. It’s just that… sometimes, it takes time. You can’t change the world overnight.”

Ash kicked a pebble. “You could, if you didn’t insist on everything being consensual. Maybe King Kieran cares too much about what people think of him... or, you know, in general.” He shrugged but there was a predatory glint in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before, and it almost made her cringe.

“You know, Ash, if what you are looking for in a sovereign is arbitrary decisions and a bitchy attitude, we have the Seelie Queen for that.”

She had expected Ash to laugh, his free, careless laugh - God, she loved it when he did that - but he seemed lost in thought.

She had to admit she had been a bit harsh. She knew the Seelie and Unseelie Courts were in much better terms now that King Arawn was dead. The Queen had appointed the Unseelie Prince Adaon as her most trusted advisor and the two of them and King Kieran met regularly to reinforce the bonds and cooperation between both realms.

Dru started humming a song and Ash paused, his green eyes widening. “Are you singing… Royals ?”

“Yeah, I love that song. Do you know it?”

“I do,” he answered, suppressing a smile.

As they walked, she sang louder - she knew the lyrics by heart - and he watched her with glittering eyes, clearly entertained.

“And we'll never be royals It don't run in our blood That kind of luxe just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler You can call me queen bee”

“Maybe I will,” he whispered in her ear as he tickled her, and she elbowed him playfully.

He sang along with her then - he had a beautiful tenor voice - both of them throwing their heads back at the same time to howl at the sky “And baby, I'll rule - I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule” , like a pair of wolves. They roared with laughter, Dru holding her ribs and leaning against Ash for support. Watching him from the corner of her eye, she marvelled at the fact that she had found a new friend in such a short time.

At the Academy, people either feared her because she was a Blackthorn or wanted to be friends with her simply for that same reason. Or both. She was almost a celebrity, despite herself. Only because of her last name and her eldest brothers’ hand in ending the Cold Peace in the most spectacular way. And of course, there were always the loud-mouthed bigots and moralists who were baffled by the Blackthorns’ ties with the Fair Folk and their so-called “sexual and moral depravity”. The Rosales, of course, suffered the same criticism, and Jaime had always been a comforting shoulder and reliable friend to Dru in those moments where she felt she had had too much to deal with.

She didn’t want to worry Julian, Emma, Mark or even Helen with her troubles making friends at the Academy.

She couldn’t confide in Ty, because he didn’t care at all what people thought, and was content with sticking to his close friends, Livvy and Anush. His teachers, especially Ragnor Fell and Catarina Loss were absolute fans - even if Fell would never admit it - and everyone at the Scholomance was too impressed by his obvious academic superiority - and maybe, the Carpathian lynx tailing him - to dare bother him anyway.

Ash seemed to be far away from all of this, as if he had been living as a hermit in a remote tower, which was probably close to the truth.

He was the only one outside her siblings, with the exception of Jaime of course, to treat her like an ordinary girl.

And maybe, maybe someday Ash could become more than a friend. He was nice, definitely fun, absolutely gorgeous and he had kissed her after all, even though she knew it could be meaningless where faeries were concerned. She had been waiting for Jaime to figure things out for so long, and Ash had appeared out of nowhere and had shown interest without a moment’s hesitation.

She was interrupted in her thoughts as a broad-shouldered silhouette falling from the sky dropped on the ground before them. Dru released Ash’s arm to clap both her hands on her mouth, relief washing over her. Kit, looking as angelic as ever with his bright blue eyes and tousled blond hair, fluttered his white wings tipped with gold as he advanced gleefully to greet Dru.

The reunion was cut short as he was suddenly thrown back by a figure shooting straight into him like a cannonball and from one moment to the next, Kit disappeared into a ball of black and white feathers, rolling on the grass.

It took Dru a moment to realize that Ash had disappeared from her side and that he was actually the one who had attacked Kit. She ran to separate them but soon they were shooting up, caught in a wrestling match a few feet above ground, moving so swiftly they were a blur.

Dru let out a heavy sigh before she put two fingers between her lips and whistled as loud as she could. The two figures froze - they were still grappling each other - and looked down.

“ASH! KIT! Both of you. Get down here! NOW.”

They both looked at each other.

“ASH! What the hell is wrong with you, this is my brother’s boyfriend !” Dru continued, gesturing frantically toward Kit.

Ash released Kit first, grudgingly, and they both landed softly on the floor. There was a long gash across Ash’s cheek but he was grinning like the Cheshire cat, his eyes glittering in excitement. He winked at Dru as he wiped blood from his mouth. Kit was rearranging his hair, looking pissed, and Dru realized that his knuckles were bloody and that there was a small cut on his eyebrow. Both of them seemed otherwise unharmed.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Batman ?” Kit said, glaring at Ash.

“Sorry,” Ash replied, wiping dirt from his shirt. “I took you for a psychopathic jerk who nearly killed me a few years ago. He literally kicked me and my uncle out of the place we used to live in. You look exactly like him.”

“Well, it can’t have been me since last night was the first time I ever saw you,” Kit replied sharply, wiping his bloody knuckles over his shirt.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I figured that out pretty fast. You fight like a pussy compared to him.”

“Want to say that again?” Kit lifted an eyebrow at him.

“Boys, could you please stop comparing the sizes of your dicks, so we can move on?”

Ash and Kit complied, arguing over which Batman movie was best the entire way, until the cottage came into view, a few feet away. The door opened and Jaime came out of it, running toward them.

“Dru,” he cried out. He caught up to her, and threw his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. She lost herself in his familiar and comforting scent and pressed her cheek against his torso. “Mi corazón,” he whispered softly. "We were worried sick. Cómo estás?”

Jaime brushed his hands through Dru’s hair and planted a kiss on her forehead.

She swiftly pulled back, her eyes darting to where Ash was leaning against a tree, talking to Kit, his arms crossed. He was smiling indulgently at her, as if he didn’t mind.

“I am fine, thanks to Ash,” she said, and pulled Jaime over to where Ash and Kit were standing. “Jaime, this is Ash. Ash, this is Jaime,” she introduced, waving her hand awkwardly between the two of them.

“Thank you for taking care of our precious Dru,” Jaime said, extending his hand. “We owe you one.”

“No hay de qué!” Ash replied, shaking his hand.

“Hablas español?” Jaime asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

“Solo a hombres con un excelente gusto en mujeres.” He gave Jaime a wicked grin and looked pointedly at Dru. Jaime’s face fell.

A high-pitched shriek had them whip their heads up in time to see a majestic roc land on the ground, a few feet away. Ty hopped gracefully from the giant bird and walked immediately to Dru. He was pale - even more so than usual - with deep dark circles under his gray eyes, and Dru marvelled at how gorgeous her brother was anyway, whatever state he was in. She sometimes wished she had inherited the same stunningly sharp features. Without a word, Ty knelt in front of Dru and started inspecting her wound.

“Ash, this is my brother Ty,” Dru announced proudly.

Ash started to extend his hand but Dru shook her head at him. He let it fall by his side.

“Ty, this is Ash.”

Tiberius nodded without lifting his gaze.

“Who tended to the wound?”

“I did,” Ash answered.

Ty finally stood - and Dru realized Ash was almost as tall as Ty, which was saying something, since Ty was very tall - and glanced at Ash for the first time, his gray eyes looking down under his long eyelashes and not lifting up from a spot on Ash’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he said curtly.

Hesitantly, Ty put his arms around Dru in one of the rare hugs he had ever granted her. It was awkward and short, but Dru knew it meant Ty had been truly terrified of losing her.

After they released each other, Ty whirled and started walking toward the cottage. He paused after a few steps and glanced over his shoulder. The four of them had just been standing there, staring at him. “Are you coming?”

They all hurried after Ty, Dru having one arm around Ash’s, and the other around Jaime’s.

“So, tell me. Are all your brothers this handsome?” Ash asked her, as he looked Ty up and down appreciatively.

“EXCUSE ME? “ Kit interjected. His whole face had gone bright red in an instant and he started cracking his bloody knuckles. He looked poised for a second round.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Ash did not seem in the least bit concerned by Kit’s reaction.

“It’s my boyfriend you are talking about.”

“And I just said I found him attractive. Is that in any way offensive?”

Dru laughed. “No,” she said. “I am sure you were simply stating your opinion and not trying to steal Kit’s boyfriend.”

“I am not trying to steal anyone’s lover,” Ash concurred, gazing wistfully at Dru. ”I just admire beauty when I see it”.

“But he would definitely be up for sex if Ty wanted to,” Jaime muttered sarcastically under his breath.

Ash shot him a puzzled look. “Of course, I would. Why not? Kit would be welcome as well, the more the merrier.”

Kit opened his mouth but seemed too much in a shock for a witty comeback. That was a first.

Oddly enough, Dru realized she didn’t feel jealous or baffled by Ash’s statement. He was like an untamed bird breaking out of a cage, unwilling to bend to any rules of propriety. She guessed part of it was due to his fey heritage.

“Mark is the Unseelie King’s lover, the Seelie Queen keeps trying to get into Julian’s pants and now you two,” Jaime said eventually, looking over at Ty and Dru. “What is it with the Blackthorns and the Fair Folk anyway?”

“Probably the exact same thing there is with Blackthorns and any other species,” Ash said evenly.

Everyone turned a questioning look at him.

“They are hot,” he said simply, and shrugged.

Everyone laughed at that.

*****

They were all starving so they decided to have breakfast in the cottage before heading back home.

Kit, wearing an apron that had "Doughnut sandwiches are a proper meal” printed on it (and that probably belonged to Mark Blackthorn), was in the kitchen, scrambling a huge portion of eggs in a large pan with a wooden spoon. He somehow managed to make it look totally hot.

“Eggs?” Ty asked Kit as he came to stand next to him and put a hand on the small of Kit’s back.

“Yeah, I would have cooked pancakes, but we are missing a few ingredients to do that. So it will be eggs. Eggs and fruits. God knows there are plenty of fruits here.”

“You know how to cook pancakes?” Ty asked, his gray eyes widening in surprise.

Kit shot him a shy glance.

“Yeah, I… I asked Julian for his recipe. You know, in case one day I needed to cook for you…r family.”

Kit and Ty both exchanged a look that was so intimate, Jaime had to glance away. He found Ash leaning casually against the fridge, his arms crossed, and gazing at him with a smirk on his face. He looked like he owned the place and hadn’t just popped uninvited into the home of strangers. When Jaime raised a questioning eyebrow at him, Ash unfolded his arms to draw the shape of a heart in the air in front of him. Jaime rolled his eyes. He definitely didn’t like this guy.

They set the table, while Dru was in the bedroom looking for clothes.

Kit and Ty sat next to each other, their fingers intertwined under the table and their backs to the kitchen counter, which left Ash to sit across from Ty and Jaime to sit across from Kit. They had left a spot at the head of the table for Drusilla, who would have Ash on her left and Ty on her right when she came back.

Ty only had fruits on his plate, and he was eyeing Kit gulping his eggs down, as if he was reconsidering having some himself.

“Want to try?” Ash brought his fork to Ty, who flinched as if he had been stabbed.

Kit grabbed Ash’s wrist and pushed the fork away from Ty.

“Ty can use my fork if he wants to try it. He is my boyfriend, after all.”

Ash shrugged. “Yeah, no worries, I think I got that. You can tattoo it on your forehead, it will spare you from having to repeat it to every living soul you encounter on Earth.”

Ash glanced at Jaime, and said in a lower voice, directed only at him. “And it will keep other people from pining for someone they can’t have.”

“Excuse me?” Jaime turned to whisper in Ash’s ear. “What does it have to do with Dru and me?”

“I was not talking about Dru,” Ash whispered back.

They both jerked their heads up, as Dru swooped in from the bedroom then, wearing a beautiful red dress that Jaime remembered having seen on Cristina. It was much tighter on Dru, clinging to her curves and emphasizing her cleavage. Jaime swallowed. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on in his head.

Ash immediately stood to draw Dru’s chair and she nodded by way of thanking him. She sat on it as if it was a throne, her chin up.

Jaime glanced over at Ash, who seemed so free about his sexuality, and felt a pang of envy.

“So, what’s your deal, Ash?” Jaime blurted. Ash raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “Are you…” Jaime cleared his throat. “Bixesual?”

A slow grin spread across Ash’s face. “We’ve just met and you’re already trying to fill your fact sheet about me and tick one of your little boxes?”

“I didn’t mean to be rude,” Jaime said, feeling uncomfortable.

“I know you didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I am not offended by your question,” Ash continued in a gentler voice. “It’s just that… not everyone can fit into little boxes.” He swiftly glanced at Ty when he said it. It was a flicker movement, but lynx-eyed Ty caught it immediately.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Tiberius said. “I am definitely gay.” He slipped half a banana inside his mouth then, totally oblivious of the gesture. Kit and Ash weren’t though. Kit made a noise between a snort and a chuckle and spilled the water he was drinking through his nose and all over his shirt, while Ash almost fell off his chair roaring with laughter. Dru looked at the boys with motherly affection.

Jaime stood and hurried to the kitchen to get a towel to clean the mess. When he turned, Kit was already there, leaning against the kitchen counter, extending his hand and looking at Jaime with a genuine smile that lit up his gorgeous face.

“Thanks, Jaime,” he said, as he grabbed the towel and started padding his shirt with it. The planes of his muscles stood out and could be seen right through the wet fabric.

“No problem,” Jaime mumbled, feeling his heartbeat increasing inside his chest.

He averted his gaze, past Kit, to the table, where Ty and Dru had their heads bent together, caught in a deep conversation.

Ash was peering around Ty, watching Jaime with amusement. When he caught Jaime gazing back, he stuck his tongue inside his cheek, and started moving his fist back and forth in front of his mouth, miming a blowjob.

Jaime resisted the urge to flip him the finger.

****

When breakfast was over, Dru lay sprawled on a sofa, her leg propped on Jaime’s lap, and Ash was examining the sound system, so he could put music on.

Kit and Ty had disappeared. God only knew where.

“So, what was that demon attack in the middle of Faerie about?” Jaime asked.

“Ty has a theory. And you won’t like it,” Dru replied. “He believes the Unseelie prince who held us hostage has made an alliance with a Greater Demon… probably a Prince of Hell.”

Jaime tensed. If Ty believed this, it was very bad news indeed. “So why send an army of demons to attack an ally?”

Dru twirled a lock of her dark brown hair as she replied. “Two options. Either the Prince of Hell discovered that his ally had been exposed and wanted to silence him. Or… or we will soon be caught in the middle of an internal war between the Princes of Hell.”

“You mean… there might be more than one involved?”

“To quote Ty, evidence makes it more likely than not,” Dru replied, imitating her brother’s voice. Jaime felt dread wash over him.

He gently put Dru’s leg on an armrest and excused himself.

Sometimes, he felt so anxious it was all he could do not to curl up in a corner and wait for his chest pain and dizziness to fade. The mission he had carried out a few years back, where he had to stay hidden all the time, never staying in one place, had made him jumpy, poised for any threat. He didn’t want Dru to see that side of him. For her, he could only be the calm and reliable friend she was used to.

He decided to scout the rest of the cottage for an empty room. There was a corridor - leading to a bathroom? more bedrooms maybe? - on the left side of the main suite’s door.

He went through and just as he turned around a corner... stopped short.

Halfway down the corridor, Ty was leaning with his back against the wall and Kit had his hands propped on either side of him, trapping Ty in a cage of his arms… and they were kissing.

Jaime had never seen two men kissing before and he was surprised to see how tender and sweet it looked. Ty was running his long pale fingers in Kit’s blond hair while the other hand rested on the small of Kit’s back, half of it concealed under Kit’s waistband.

Kit was naked from the waist up and Jaime could see all the tanned muscles in his back contract as he deepened the kiss, eliciting soft moans from the Blackthorn boy.

They were beautiful together, two opposites inevitably drawn to each other, their bodies fitting perfectly like yin and yang.

Jaime felt his whole body react, with a familiar flutter around his stomach and heat rushing up his cheeks. He knew he should not be watching, but he couldn’t get himself to tear his gaze away.

Kit broke the kiss to trace the dark Marks swirling up Ty’s neck with the tip of his tongue. Ty’s gray eyes fluttered open and he caught sight of Jaime. His intense gaze didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem surprised or angry. He simply raised an eyebrow at Jaime as if to say Can I help you with something ?

Jaime hastily retreated to the living room.

He found Ash’s lean figure perched on the wide low table at the center of the room, dancing to the blasting sound of Beyoncé’s Single Ladies and singing along. “If you like it, you should have put a ring on it,” actually sounded very good in his velvety voice. He was twisting, hands on his hips, and throwing his legs up like a professional, while making dramatic faces at Dru, who was sprawled on the sofa, howling with laughter. As he brushed his lips with his finger, licking it and started caressing his torso while throwing his head back, shaking his beautiful silvery hair, he managed to make it look erotic and not ridiculous at all. Jaime had to admit… His moves were perfect, fluid, coordinated and he totally… pulled it off. Annoying jerk.

“Having fun without me?” Kit burst into the room - he was, fortunately, wearing a shirt this time - and immediately hopped on the table to join Ash and one could not imagine they had been wrestling less than an hour before.

When Dru caught Jaime watching them, she patted the spot on the sofa next to her and he moved to drop beside her, throwing his arm around her shoulders.

The music had changed to Rihanna’s S&M and Ash and Kit were dancing together as if they had rehearsed for hours, their dance steps coordinated and smooth. They looked like two lifelong best buddies who could guess each other’s moves. They were pulsing with energy, although obviously neither of them had slept the previous night. Ash made a show of licking Kit’s cheek, and Kit pushed him away, grimacing. When Ash arched his back to rub his buttocks against Kit’s crotch and Kit spanked him, Dru wiped tears from her eyes. Jaime imagined what it would be like to go to a nightclub with the both of them. They would most likely steal the show.

As if on cue, the next song was… Stole the show, by Kygo. As they danced close together in perfect synchrony, Jaime noticed for the first time the similarities between Ash and Kit. Though Ash was all pale, white blond hair and alabaster skin, and Kit was all golden hair and tanned muscles, there was something about their facial features, the planes of their cheeks, the lines of their jaws… They did not look like brothers, but they could easily pass for cousins.

Jaime grabbed a Hot Shadowhunters calendar that had been left on the side table and started flipping through the pages. Looking at the January page featuring Jace Herondale, he wondered why everyone said Kit was like a mini Jace when Jaime could clearly see there was a difference, now that Kit had grown into more adult features. At least to Jaime, Kit’s fey heritage was plain.

When the music changed to Charlie Puth’s Marvin Gaye, Jaime turned his head to find Ty leaning against the kitchen counter and watching the two dancers with a bemused expression, his arms crossed over his chest.

He eventually caught Kit’s eye, lifted a questioning eyebrow, and jerked his head toward the bedroom door. Kit stumbled from the table in his hurry to join Ty and followed him out of the living room and through the main bedroom door, which shut behind them.

*****

Kit jumped on the huge threesome bed as soon as they were inside the bedroom. He felt exhilarated, full of adrenaline and restless energy, and he wanted Ty so much that he was certain he would spontaneously combust if they didn’t share their bodies within the next minute.

He shot Ty a smoldering look as he lounged on the thick mattress, twisting his shoulders seductively while singing along to Charlie Puth’s Marvin Gaye, which was blasting through the thin walls.

“We got this king-size to ourselves Don't have to share with no one else Don't keep your secrets to yourself It's Kama Sutra show and tell, yeah”

Ty had folded his arms against his chest and was shaking his head, as if he didn’t know what to make of this misbehaving boy.

“Kit, you interrupted me earlier when I was trying to have a serious conversation. Will you please let me finish this time?”

"I'm in trouble." Kit continued, clapping a hand over his mouth in a dramatic oops gesture. "But I'd love to be in trouble with you."

Ty rolled his eyes. He didn’t seem ready to play along with Kit, so Kit finally stood and grabbed Ty's upper arms, forcing him to back up until he had him pinned against the wall. He started wiggling his hips, rubbing against Ty, his body swaying to the music.

“You've got to give it up to me I'm screaming, "Mercy, mercy, please!" Just like they say it in the song Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on.”

Kit slipped a hand under Ty’s waistband, straight into his boxer shorts, and whispered “Hello there” as he brushed his lips against Ty’s ear.

“Kit…” Ty said sharply, as a warning, though Kit could hear his breathing was uneven.

“Ty,” Kit replied with all the seriousness he could muster. “When I saw you riding that Shinigami demon carrying a crossbow, I was so turned on it was all I could do not to jump your bones there and then.”

Ty laughed softly. “It appears you have a kink involving me wielding dangerous weapons. Maybe I should bring a claymore to bed next time and threaten you with it.”

“Honey, you know that, as far as I am concerned, you carry the deadliest weapon around with you at all times,” Kit started stroking Ty’s length as if to illustrate his point. It hardened under his touch. Good, we’re heading somewhere. "I was talking about your brain of course," Kit added.

“Kit, listen to me.” Ty grabbed Kit’s wrist and pulled it out of his pants. Kit groaned. “Haven’t you noticed anything strange about Ash?”

That caught Kit’s attention. He had not expected Ash to be the subject of their conversation. He had actually hoped to avoid any kind of conversation altogether. For a little while at least.

“Well, I noticed he is an amazing fighter and dancer. I am totally up for challenging him again, either in a training room or on a dancefloor.” There was something about Ash and him fighting and dancing together, a raw yet steady energy, not like the restlessness and all consuming love he felt around Ty, but something grounding him, making him even more focused. As if he had found a kindred warrior spirit.

“He probably has no effect on you, but… I think spells have been worked on him to render him… likeable. People are inevitably drawn to him, want to protect and follow him.”

Kit swallowed, suddenly deadly serious. “Does this… work on you?”

“No. And I have several theories about that. First… Well, I am a bit different. My brain doesn’t work the same way others’ do. Second, the Blackthorns have a bit of Greater Demon blood, even if it is quite diluted. I do believe Dru genuinely likes him.”

“You mean from your ancestor Lucie Herondale?”

Ty nodded. “And the third and most important explanation is… you. You have my full loyalty.” He rested his forehead against Kit’s. “There is no way in hell I am following him, when I could follow you. ”

Kit brushed his lips over Ty’s.

“What about Jaime? He seems to dislike Ash.”

“I am still trying to figure this out. But it may be one of the reasons I am immune to it, myself.”

“What? You think the Rosales have Greater Demon blood as well?”

“Maybe. But that’s not what I was referring to.”

They were both interrupted when they heard voices raising in the living room. Jaime’s voice was the loudest. And he sounded totally pissed.

Ty hurried toward the door, and Kit followed.

****

As soon as Kit and Ty had disappeared behind the bedroom door, Ash jumped over Dru and Jaime’s heads to land behind the sofa and stole the Hot Shadowhunters calendar from Jaime’s hands. “Hey!” Jaime cried out.

Ash circled back and dropped himself next to Dru, which left her crammed between him and Jaime. As he flipped to the first page, the January page, Ash froze. He was gaping at the picture of Jace Herondale, as if he could not quite believe his eyes.

Falling for Jace Herondale, already? What a surprise.

But oddly, Ash didn’t smile or make a sarcastic comment, as Jaime would have expected. He had a sorrowful expression and a faraway look.

“This is Jace Herondale,” Dru said softly. “Surely, even you have heard of him ?”

Ash swallowed. “Yeah,” he said absently. “Yeah, I have. He looks… happy.”

“Well, of course, he is happy. He has it all, hasn’t he?” Jaime said. “War hero. Married to the love of his life. The Consul as faithful parabatai.” Ash flinched, as if each word was a needle to his skin.

“Ash, is everything okay?”

Ash shook his head as if to clear it.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just thinking about… the butterfly effect. How a single human being’s existence… or absence, can change the course of things… can change the whole world.”

Where the hell did that come from? Jaime wondered.

Ash lifted his gaze to stare at the door where Kit and Ty had disappeared. “Take Kit for instance. Who knew it would only take a hot boyfriend to turn a ruthless, bloodthirsty ruler into a harmless kitten.”

“Er- Ash, I am not sure I am following you,” Dru said gently. “What do you mean?”

Ash let out a heavy sigh and slumped back, crossing his long arms behind his head, the Hot Shadowhunters calendar left at the January page on his lap.

“Nothing, I am rambling.” It looked like he was lost in his thoughts again.

Jaime seized the opportunity to whisper in Dru’s ear. “Dru, can we find some place private to… talk?”

Dru gazed at him with a puzzled look on her face. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

Jaime didn’t get a chance to answer as the entrance door rattled at that moment and they both whipped their heads in the direction of the noise.

The door opened and Mark Blackthorn, all tousled blond hair, pointy ears and flushed cheeks, erupted inside the cottage, wearing ragged jeans and a white shirt with a message that stated, “All good things come in threes”. He paused, as if he didn’t really expect to see so many people in his living room.

Jaime immediately withdrew his arm from Dru’s shoulders and stood, but soon registered that Mark was not looking at him… He was staring at Ash who had, from one moment to the next, leapt on the table in front of them and was crouched on top of it, ready to pounce, a dangerous glint in his ice green eyes. He had moved to protect Dru from a potential threat, Jaime realized. And there was no trace of the Ash that had been goofing around with Kit a moment before. The feeling that he had been played like a fool until then hit Jaime like a freight train. They had all fallen for Ash’s laid-back, good guy act. In one instant, Ash had revealed his true, predatory nature…

“Mark!” Dru waved from the sofa, unfazed. “You already know Jaime of course and this is Ash,” she introduced. “Ash… this is my brother Mark.”

Ash relaxed from his stance and leapt off the table, flashing a bright smile and wearing his cool guy mask back on. As if he hadn’t been ready to rip Mark’s throat a second before. The abrupt change in Ash's behaviour almost gave Jaime a whiplash.

“Have we… met before?” Mark asked, looking at Ash with his brows furrowed as he closed the door.

“In any event, I wish to be properly introduced,” Ash said, evading the question. “I am Dru’s boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?” Dru interjected at the same time Jaime exclaimed “WHAT?”

Ash shrugged. “I thought our make out session had settled it.”

Jaime felt heat rush up his face. He whirled on Dru. “We’ve known each other for three years and you’ve known this guy for what? Less than twelve hours? And you’ve already kissed him?”

“To be fair, I am the one who kissed her ,” Ash said in a calm voice. “She didn’t tell me to stop, though.” He paused, his long fingers stroking his delicate chin as he pondered. “Then again, how could she have, what with my tongue being down her throat and all?”

“Ash, don’t intervene,” Dru said, her already white complexion growing paler by the second. “This is not between us.”

“Really?” Ash answered in a fake shocked expression. “I could have sworn it was my tongue down your throat.”

“What’s going on here?” Ty asked as he came out of the bedroom, followed by Kit.

“GREAT!” Jaime said. “That’s just my luck! We’re just missing Julian and…”

“And?” Julian asked, his tall broad-shouldered figure appearing in the entrance. He froze in the doorway, hand on the doorknob, his face a mask of shock as his blue-green eyes swept across the room.

“... And all my worst nightmares are reunited in the same room. OK, let’s be done with it.”

Jaime took a deep breath and caught each of the Blackthorn brothers’ gaze, one after the other.

“I. FANCY. DRU. OKAY? I like her. I know she’s sixteen, but we are good together and I want her to be my girlfriend.”

*Cough* “ Too late.” *Cough* That was Ash. Dru turned to glare at him.

“Well, that’s not even relevant anymore, is it? Since apparently… She prefers Legolas, here.” Jaime continued, waving his hand toward Ash.

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I don’t even look like him.”

“Lego-who?” Ty asked, puzzled.

“He’s talking about Ash. Don’t worry honey, I’ll explain,” Kit said, speaking for the first time.

“And what the hell are you doing here?” Julian asked, turning toward Kit, a flicker of panic crossing his features.

“He just came out of the bedroom with Ty,” Mark said.

Kit lifted both his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t having sex with him,” he blurted. “I mean… not this time.” His face went red. “I mean- I am out of here. If anyone’s looking for me, I’m in the bedroom.” He whirled and paused in front of the bedroom door, his hand on the knob. “Not having sex with anyone...” he specified before he disappeared behind it.

Julian heaved a sigh and turned his gaze back to Ash.

Ash gulped. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, his green eyes wide.

“This is not the end of it. But first things first. Can anyone tell me what the hell Ash Morgenstern is doing here?”

They had barely registered the question, when a sharp cry from behind Julian had them all jump. A slender figure peered around him, red hair like flames flowing over a green velvet dress embroidered with gold. Jaime had seen enough drawings and pictures of her to recognize her instantly. The Seelie Queen.

She pushed Julian aside and ran to Ash, throwing her thin pale arms around him and burying her face in his chest, the golden circlet around her head tipping to the side as she did. “Where were you last night? I came to the house, and it was empty . I have been looking for you everywhere since!”

Dru was staring at Ash open-mouthed. He shot her an apologetic look.

“Mom, let me introduce you to Dru. Dru…” Ash cleared his throat. “Meet my mom.”

*****

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apprenticeofcups · 4 years

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Main 6 + Things My Director Said As I Learned Historical Combat

Asra

“The best method is the Run Away Method”

“If you get into a dagger fight, you’re fucked. Just run. Don’t let them get you.”

“I know my ankle is hurt, but I still want you to kick me as hard as you can.”

Julian

“It doesn’t matter how little you are; if you know the human body, you can throw anybody to the ground.”

*grabs wrist* “How would you break my hold?” “Swing my knife around wildly to cut your wrist.” “I’m so proud of you.”

“Don’t try fencing with pikes. It’s possible but not recommended.” He says, while fencing with pikes.

Nadia

“Straighten your posture. You’ll never be able to throw a man twice your size to the ground if you can’t stand up straight.”

“Sock could beat Sword if the right person was fighting with it.”

“Fighting isn’t nice. It’s for dicks. To walk away, be a dick who wants to live.”

Muriel

After asking about Rules of Engagement, “They’re bullshit. ‘Kill them’ or ‘escape’ are the only options. Actually, option one is ‘don’t get in a fight.’”

“People will stab you in church sometimes.”

“I’m going to put my hands on your shoulders, and I want you to karate chop at my neck like you’re trying to cut a steak.”

Portia

“If I grab your from behind, where do you hit me?” “Can I drop into a squat and head-butt you?” “Are you thighs strong enough for that???”

“If I can turn your armor into a cheese grater, I win.”

The only real way to fight is in a leather singlet, all greased up, against a bear, for money.”

Lucio

“The only real rules of combat are don’t die.” proceeds to throw you to the floor.

“Safety Third.”

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goldandlights · 4 years

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of cherries and dandelions

aka lil virgin!Jas biting off more than he can chew when he propositions Geralt shortly after Posada :(

rating: explicit pairing: geraskier (pre-relationship? it could be read as casual sex) tags: top!Geralt, bottom!Jaskier, first time, sex toys, communication failure, angst and fluff

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It’s summer in Lyria, a mild and pleasant evening, when Jaskier leans over to Geralt and croons some saucy verse about fucking in his ear. There are no other patrons to entertain in the tavern and the young bard honestly expects nothing but the usual glaring and growling from his sourly companion. Even 2 months into their shared travels, the Witcher seems to barely tolerate his presence. Pity... but hey, Jaskier is working on it.

Geralt is as fine a specimen as he has ever seen; tall, broad and strong , with thick arms and even thicker thighs that make the bardling’s mouth water when he imagines sinking down between them. (And the hair! The eyes! -oh, his eyes… )

Between the power to crush the bones in a human’s body, reflexes so fast he can cut an arrow out of the air and senses so acute they can pick up on a mouse rustling through the underbrush half a mile away, the white-haired Witcher was undoubtedly created to be a finely-tuned killing-machine. But Jaskier can find no trace of fear within himself.

In their time together, Geralt has shown himself to be noble and quietly compassionate above all else, avoiding confrontation and violence to the point where he’d rather leave an inn, meal unfinished and bed paid-for but unused, than defend himself against those who hurl abuse (and sometimes sharp objects) at him.

It’s just not fair and so Jaskier has sworn to do anything in his power to improve the situation.

It also makes the sizzling attraction all the worse.

Not only is Geralt stupidly hot, but he’s also kind and oddly charming and it messes with the poor bard quite terribly. He can’t stop sending winks and overt, suggestive glances Geralt’s way. Can’t stop spewing flirtatious remarks and innuendo. The young man has yet to learn how to be anything other than obvious about his desire but he does already know that confidence is the name of the game.

Still, Geralt is Geralt. Tough and experienced and probably entirely straight .

So even if the mental image of all that juicy bulk pressing him down into the sheets makes Jaskier’s prick twitch and leak, he does not expect his actions to incite a response in the other man at all.

That’s his first misjudgement.

Because when faced with the 5th overt come-on in as many hours, for the 6th week in a row, Geralt huffs, rolls his eyes and- stands up?

“Come on, then,” He says gruffly, already turning towards the stairs and Jaskier’s brain grinds to a sudden, jarring halt.

Wait, what.

He stands frozen, gaping unattractively until Geralt notices his hesitation and turns around with a raised eyebrow.

“Or are you all bark and no bite after all?”

Well.

Barely 18 and still rather fresh out of Oxenfurt, Jaskier has been with a whole lot of three women and sucked cock exactly once . -under the watchful eyes of those that still knew him as Julian there hadn’t been many opportunities to experiment.

Still, the bard had his fingers, fantasies and a lovely little toy pulled from a heap of bits and bobs at a novelty shop in Vizima.

It was maybe 6 inches long with a conveniently flared base and a lovely bulge on the upper half. Add just a bit of oil and it slides in easily, the comfortable stretch setting every nerve alight. Jaskier enjoys having it in, even when he’s not hard or trying to get off, and plays with it whenever he can. It’s just so nice to be full, to clench around it, to dream of his body giving a lover pleasure this way.

Is this the opportunity he’d been waiting for? Possibly. If it is though, it’s fast slipping through his fingers. With a grunt as if to say I knew it , Geralt turns and continues his way up the stairs. Shit.

Gathering all his courage, Jaskier shakes himself out of his stupor and stumbles forwards.

When the door to their room falls shut behind him, the bard is already fully hard, blushing furiously at his own over-eagerness when Geralt takes one look at the tent in his breeches and raises a perfectly shaped brow.

Jaskier knows he mustn’t let the nervous energy twisting in his gut bubble over. The Witcher can smell emotion, at least basic ones like joy or fear, and he’ll notice any uncertainty the bard projects. How would he react? Surely Geralt has no use for an inexperienced bed-partner.

Really, Jaskier feels quite out of his depth. In their tiny room, the burly Witcher is doubly imposing and the bard has no frame of reference for how such things between men are carried out. Deciding it’s best not to lose momentum, he puts his lute down against the wall and steps up to where Geralt is standing next to the bed.

Confidence, Jaskier.

He pushes right into the man’s space and kisses him, forcefully, hands going up to grab at the broad chest he’s been staring at lustily for weeks. Immediately, Geralt is kissing back, huge hands settling on Jaskier’s waist.

Biting and sucking on soft, plush lips, he forces Jaskier back a step, then another, curbing any attempt to crowd the Witcher towards the mattress. The young man, however, is too distracted to worry about the shifting power balance. He has two handfuls of Geralt’s thick, bulging pecs to bind his attention and, oh, they’re tensing deliciously as a growl rumbles from the Witcher’s throat.

“I’m not one of your milk-maids, Jas,” he bites out and the bard finds himself picked up and damn near thrown onto the bed as though he weighs nothing at all.

After two months of yearning and awkward boners, the youthful bardling finally gets his wish of being buried alive under 200 pounds of excitable Witcher, keening and whining as he’s absolutely ravished . Either Geralt also has some sexual frustration to burn through or he’s always that intense -at least it leaves no room for nervousness.

Within minutes, Jaskier’s doublet and undershirt have been shoved off and the Witcher’s face is buried in the hair on his chest, breathing him in, sword-calloused fingers pulling and pinching at the bard’s nipples. Pain transforms into tingling pleasure and Jaskier barely contains a cry.

He had never thought to play with his chest this way; a most grievous oversight. When Geralt’s mouth latches onto one of the stiff little nubs, licking and sucking, eager little mewls start spilling from Jaskier’s mouth. Sweet Melitele . If anything, he seems to be the milk-maid in this scenario.

There’s nothing soft about the body atop of him, nothing that gives to the frenzied clutch of his hands. Geralt has divested himself of his shirt as well and Jaskier runs his hands mindlessly over the skin he can reach, drinking in the unfamiliar sensations of coarse hair and scarring under his fingertips.

The urge to spread his legs like a 3 ducat whore is a bit embarrassing but undeniable. And it’s really not fair when life rewards his shamelessness with a Witcher’s hard belly pushing down onto his prick. Jaskier nearly spills then and there from the friction. He’s so fucking hard and they haven’t even done anything yet.

If Geralt notices the wet spot at the front of his trousers, he doesn’t say anything -which is a rather small mercy overall, considering the thoughtful look the older man levels at Jaskier when he draws back, sitting up between wantonly splayed thighs to examine the young body underneath him.

“Sensitive, are you?” Geralt murmurs, drawing his calloused palms down the length of Jaskier’s quivering body.

They’re warm, so warm as they run along his vulnerable belly and sides. A gentle, soothing pressure which brings momentary respite from the urgent throbbing between Jaskier’s legs. Goosebumps prickle over his skin.

Jaskier moans breathlessly, arching his back as Geralt rubs his thumb over the soft little bump below his navel. It is answer enough.

To distract and discourage further questioning, Jaskier catches one of the Witcher’s thick wrists in one hand and makes grabby motions with the other. Even when not pitted against a Witcher’s heightened senses, Jaskier is a terrible liar. He worries if Geralt starts asking questions, the truth about his previous experience -or lack thereof- will slip out.

He’s in luck though; Geralt looks surprised but simply obliges the wordless demand.

Happily buried under a mountain of Witcher again, Jaskier seeks out his slightly chapped lips for another lovely kiss. It’s addictive. Their mouths meet languidly, and he relishes in the opportunity to card his fingers through the other man’s beautiful white hair.

Geralt, surprisingly, does not protest and does not, for the moment, make any motions towards getting on with the programme. He actually seems quite happy to stay in that position for a bit, simply enjoying the warmth and closeness of their bodies as Jaskier works to calm his racing heart.

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“I want to see you suck my cock.”

Spoken softly into the unexpectedly peaceful silence, Geralt’s murmur is carefully undemanding. His hungrily roaming hands, however, give away the desire hidden underneath. Nodding to the unspoken request, Jaskier lets go of the Witcher’s soft tresses to watch him undress.

That’s when Jaskier realises his second misjudgement of the night.

He knows himself to be quite average in length and girth. With his little glass toy being similarly sized, Jaskier had thus felt quite safe in the belief that, whatever his first proper male conquest was packing, he’d be able to handle it just fine.

Except that nothing about Geralt was ever average. Not his appearance, not his strength and not, apparently, his fucking dick.

>>>>> read the rest on ao3

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #i'm ON my bullshit #this is 7k total #the 2nd chap will be up on thursday #ayyy #my writing #NOW BACK TO THE OMEGA!GERALT SMUT

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sunsbled-archive · 3 years

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some more nsft headcanons for a handful of muses because they’re still in a mood and i don’t know what other outlet to use for them

vincent’s incredibly competitive. so when someone makes the joke that maybe he’s not good in bed or someone else could be better than him he makes it his personal goal to make them come as many times as it takes to have them a needy mess that only remembers his name; to make sure they’ll never ever think of making a joke like that again. all pretense of good behaviour flies out of the window and he’ll make damn sure that whoever said that in the first place is not going to be able to walk for a few days, just as an added little bonus.

sumayl’s very gentle up until a certain point; if he knows his partner can handle it he will be less restrained and a little rougher but for the most part he’ll still hold back

fenrir is incredibly large, that translates to his hands too so given his incredibly large body and generally big physique his fingers are ... big. and since he can’t usually use his dick because it is way too big for the normal kind of person (unless they, too, are a monster and near his size) he’ll just use his fingers :)

julian is an incredible gentleman, will stop the second he notices any sort of discomfort, all it takes for him to stop right away is a hand against his chest and all that. he’ll never be the one to initiate either; which to some may sound like he doesn’t actually desire them but the second they ask him about it is the second he’ll make sure to tell them how much he does. which. he’s pretty good at dirty talk, as it turns out. lmao

#there's more but meh #i wanna do replies and not indulge my muses #【 𝐎𝐎𝐂 】⚜ ❝ *to the tune of barbie girl* i’m a garbage man; in a garbage can .#ask to tag.

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just-jordie-things · 5 years

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He’s Trouble - Nicholas Scratch

word count: 2239 warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, boys being shitty summary: Nick might not be much of a fighter, but he wasn’t about to let some slob talk shit about his best girl

Nicholas Scratch was on his way to meet (y/n) in the courtyard, like they always did during their matching lunch periods. They often would sit and chat about their days, sometimes a little gossip would come up, most of the time it was about witchcraft, and every once in a while it was about each of their sexual enevors.

Nicholas’ history, especially with the Weird Sisters, was no secret. On the contrary, it was public knowledge. Witches and warlocks who had never met him knew of his affiliation with the bedsheets of a decent handful of witches, and sometimes warlocks, it was that rumored about.

But it was never spoken of negatively. He wasn’t pestered for it, no one ever called him names in any way other manner than teasing or congratulating. And he was certainly never chastised for it.

(y/n), on the other hand, had her fair share of witches an warlocks under her belt, so to speak. Not nearly as much as Nick, but a number she could count on both hands and proudly tell him off. Rarely did she act on her desires, so often times when she did bed a witch or warlock, it was because they took action on theirs.

None of these things really came to mind for Nick, until he heard a familiar voice mention her name in a poor way. And it all dawned on him at once.

“Why don’t you tell us every little thing you did to (y/n)?” Luke’s voice was just as polluted as his personality, and it made Nick prickle as he turned to see who he was talking to. Sure enough, it was the most recent of (y/n’s) affairs, Julian.

“Man, I wish I could put to words the work I did on her, definitely my best one if I do say so myself,” Julian replied. The group of boys hadn’t seen Nicholas standing their yet, and stupidly continued to speak of the incident from a few nights ago. “She’s hot you know, once you get her in the mood. Otherwise…” The warlocks began to laugh when Julian continued to suggest (y/n) was physically at her best when she was in the mood.

“So,” Another warlock, who Nick didn’t know th name of, spoke up. “Is she dirty?” He asked, and if Nick’s blood wasn’t boiling before, it definitely was now. He bit his cheek to keep from saying something he shouldn’t. “I’ve been looking for a witch that’s down with being dirty”

“Oh, she is,” Julian smirked, and spoke in a sultry voice. “You should’ve heard the way she begged-”

“Begged for what, Julian?” Nicholas made his presence known, and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down the warlock in question. “Because I know it wasn’t your dick, seeing it’s half the size of a teenage mortal’s”

Julian glared at him in response, walking up to him and staring him down angrily.

“Jealous much, Scratch? Or just come to protect your whore?”

It took everything Nick had not to punch him in the teeth right then and there, just for daring to call her that. Luckily, he had more control than that, and smacked his lips before speaking.

“You really want to say shit like that when I’m the only one in this whole school that can hex your hair- and I mean all of your hair- to fall out permanently?”

“Are you really going to threaten me? Over a harmless boys talk?” Julian replied.

“Didn’t sound so harmless, the way you talked about (y/n) being just another one of your conquests,” Nick replied. “I’d really watch the way you speak about her, if you want to keep your hair that is”

He began to walk away, satisfied with how he handled himself and threatened Julian. He was ten minutes late for meeting (y/n) now, but it was worth it at least.

“Well when you finally get your turn with her, you’ll finally get to see how much of a dirty witch slut she is in the sheets! And other places” The group of warlocks begin to snicker, and Nick stopped in his tracks.

Screw control.

He spun around, dropping his bag to the ground as he grabbed Julian by the collar of his shirt, and punched him straight in the nose. And before he could retaliate, he punched him again across the jaw.

The other boys seemed to gather in a circle around the two, no one else intervened, just watched the boys beat the daylights out of each other. At one point, one of them lost balance, and when they tumbled to the ground, they continued their fighting. Nick had never felt a rage like he did right now, and he wouldn’t be satisfied with himself until Julian looked like a bloody pulp.

The crowd around them only grew the longer they fought, resorting just to their fists rather than the usual hex fights that happened in the school. This was a fight for physical dominance, not one to display witchcraft brilliance.

Julian began to laugh maniacally as Nick pushed him against the crowd, standing over top of him, with both hands on his collar to pin him down. There was blood all over Julian’s face, and staining his teeth as he grinned through his laugh.

“You must really want to bone her if you’re gonna get your ass kicked for it”

Nick scowled, and leaned in closer to mutter, “If you so even think about her like that again, I’ll come back and kill you, do you understand me?” He muttered. “And no one will ever know, or care, and no one will ever find you. Not even your familiar, not even the Dark Lord himself will know of what I did to you”

With that, he slammed the warlock’s head back into the ground, a loud crack echoing throughout the corridor before Nick stood up, rubbed his throbbing jaw, grabbed his book bag, and walked off to the courtyard like he should have done fifteen minutes ago.

(y/n) was sat at the bottom of the stairs, where she usually waited for Nick, so they could go find a proper table to sit at for lunch and conversation. There was only forty five minutes left of lunch, and she was starting to think Nick was standing her up, when his voice called from behind her.

“Sorry I’m late,” He said, making his way down the stairs. She turned to smile and wave him off, only to see his face was a mess and he was limping a bit as he slowly walked to her. “Ran into-”

“Nick!” (y/n) said in alarm as she got up and quickly came up to him, sitting them down in the middle of the empty staircase outside so he didn’t have to hurt himself more by coming down to her. “Oh my Satan, what happened?” Her hands softly mapped out the bruises and blood on his face as he eyes scanned over the rest of his body for any more injuries. “Is that blood? Where is this all coming from?” She asked, before her thumb brushed over the cut on his lip.

“No?” He answered with a small chuckle, and she glared at him momentarily before going back to checking him over.

“That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question,” (y/n) scolded. “What the Heaven happened, Nick?” She asked in a softer tone.

“It’s not that big of a deal, really, don’t worry about it” He said, but she didn’t care to hear it.

“Et hoc rubeum sanguinis flumen fluit agmine suus,” She murmured so the bleeding would at least stop, and fumbled in her coat pocket for her black handkerchief, usually kept for gathering herbs, to wipe away the excess blood on his skin. “It is a big deal” She told him, keeping a hand under his chin so he’d stay still as she carefully dabbed at the cut on his bottom lip and around his mouth. “Who was it?”

“No one” Nick answered, desperate to not have to explain himself, but she glared at him again.

“Am I going to have to truth hex it out of you?” She threatened quietly.

“That depends,” Nick mumbled as she made her way to blood dripping from his nose. “Do you know the truth hex?”

When she was quiet, he smirked a little bit, and she sighed, setting down the handkerchief, but keeping her hands on his face.

“Why don’t you just tell me who you got in a fight with, why it happened, and then we’ll go eat lunch?” She suggested. “It’s not that hard, just tell me who it was”

“I already said it really doesn’t matter, (y/n/n)” He hoped using her nickname, the one reserved only for him to use, would make her change her mind, but she frowned.

“Don’t try to be cute and just tell me the truth Nick, who did this, so I can hex their room to be full of spiders?”

“Julian” He mumbled, eyes downcast. (y/n’s) brows crinkled, knowing that he was the warlock she’d recently hooked up with, but not knowing why Nick would pick a fight with him, or vice versa. She lifted his face up so he’d look at her, and he licked his swollen lips before taking ina shaky breath. “He… he uh…”

“Nick, I’m not upset,” (y/n) told him, thumb stroking over a slight bruise under his eye. “I just want to know what happened”

“I started the fight,” Nick admitted with a heavy exhale. “But he was saying such nasty things that I-I couldn’t help myself, he had no right to say the things he did”

“Okay,” The witch nodded, although she was still confused by his story. “But it obviously got very out of hand” She added, glancing over his features. There was a slowly darkening bruise under his left eye, another on his right cheek, his nose wasn’t bleeding anymore thanks to her spell, and his lip was split open. Not to mention a few small scattered bruises along his jaw.

“It… did…” Nick said slowly. “And I confess that I was in the wrong for hitting first but I just… I couldn’t help it (y/n), it’s like I had no control. He was saying terrible and dirty things about you and he was lying and I just lost it-”

“It was about me?” (y/n’s) voice cracked from how quietly she spoke, and Nick’s eyes widened a bit as he realized what he’d let slip out. Her eyes glanced in between his, and his features fell slightly.

“Yes” He said quietly. (y/n) frowned for a moment, the thumb that was caressing his cheek stalling for a moment as she thought about it.

Nick could be a bit of a deviant, and sometimes he was condescendingly rude, but he wasn’t a fighter, not a physical one at least. He was smart enough to know that it got you nowhere except a suspension. So why he would fight Julian after doing what all nasty boys did, she wasn’t sure.

“But (y/n) you should’ve heard him, it was awful, and revolting, and I couldn’t let him talk about you like that,” She blinked owlishly as she watched him explain himself, lips slightly parted in shock at the story. “And I can tell you that he deserved it, and I would proudly do it again if he ever-”

“You fought him... for me?” She murmured, and Nick slowly nodded his head.

“Well, yeah” He answered, thinking it was obvious, and justified.

She leaned forward and caught his lips with hers gently, silencing him with a soft kiss, and careful not to apply too much pressure and hurt his busted lip. Nick’s hand came up to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as they kissed slowly, and perfectly.

When they pulled away, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip to relieve the pain that came from his smile. She was still cradling his face in her hands as she smiled back at him sweetly.

“You didn’t have to do that” He told her, but she shook (y/n) head delicately.

“I wanted to,” She murmured. “And next time you feel like fighting someone, just come talk to me about it, okay? We can hex them together or something instead” He chuckled at her suggestion and nodded.

“I’ll settle for that,” He agreed, his hand sliding out of her hair to cup her cheek. “Can I uh… kiss you again?”

(y/n) nodded, a smile on her lips as he leaned in and kissed them, cautiously and sweetly, holding her close and praying he’d never have to listen to another warlock talk lowly of her again, because he might just have to resort to murder.

“Let’s skip the rest of the day,” She suggested, and he grinned as he agreed with her. “We can go explore the mortal town for a while, get some medicine for your pain and some coffee for the stress you put me through”

Nick chuckled and nodded, and she helped him stand up on the steps.

“That sounds like a date to me, (y/l/n)”

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xoxo ~ jordie

#caos #caos x reader #caos imagine #caos scenario #caos fanfiction #Nicholas Scratch x reader #Nicholas Scratch #Nicholas Scratch scenario #Nicholas Scratch imagine #Nicholas Scratch fanfiction #Gavin Leatherwood

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the-arcana-but-saucier · 4 years

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Why can't we ask about dick size?

Oh what's that? Dick size???

Asra: 5.5 inches and that's ok

Julian: 8 inches

Muriel: 7 inches and pretty thicc

Nadia: 10 INCHES BITCH YOU THOUGHT

Portia: She ain't got dick but that's not gonna stop her

Lucio: 6 inches and he knows how to fuckin use it!

#SIKE #lemon

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hereforthelizardsex · 3 years

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My friend who has never seen so much as an episode of deep space nine wrote nsfw crack fanfiction about Julian, Garak, and Dukat being captured and held in Area 51 on alternate universe (not mirror universe) Earth following a conversation where I mentioned Julian’s foot fetish and alien fucking. I am posting it here for anyone in the mood for reading something very cursed.

Ever since the universe started to collapse in on itself, our lives have been completely turned around. All of us DS9 inhabitants were shuffled into emergency escape pods that could travel much faster than your average ship. Only a third of us made it out, who knows where the rest are. We drove straight into a black hole, just hoping for the best. We ended up in a place called “The Milky Way” and eventually on Earth. Earth isn't so different from DS9, we even have some of the same evil rulers and war history, but it is weird being confined to a planet instead of living among the stars. When my ship first landed, my other ship mates had died, all six of them. I was brought to a place called area 51 and eventually given a room of my own here. All of us ‘aliens’ were given an area, which they call a cell block, to stay in with our own rooms. The biggest change, though, has been my sex life, and this is that story:

I wake up drenched in sweat and with a pounding headache, this planet is so dry that I don't know how my body has any liquids left to sweat out. I gulp down the water next to my bed, and stand to stretch my muscles, still sore from crash landing on this planet. I stiffly walk over to the mirror and stare at the bruises and cuts on my body, wishing they would heal already and that the scientists wouldn't be so eager to make new ones. I am in the middle of examining my bare abdomen when I hear my bedroom door creak open. I turn to look and see Garak staring at me from the doorway.

“It’s late.” I say, embarrassed to have been caught staring at myself in the mirror, and even more embarrassed that these thin gray cotton shorts don't hide very much, something that Garak has also noticed.

“I thought we could talk, I mean this whole thing is sort of crazy. Landing on a new planet, losing everyone we knew. I mean you watched people die in front of you, and now there's humans showing you Tik Tik dancing and something called Goggle.”

I sigh, “yeah I mean I guess so. It's not like I have anyone to miss though. I mean YOU'RE still alive and here to bother me,”

“You would've missed me if I died?” He says in a patronizing tone that I find somewhat annoying and somewhat sexy.

“ Only a little,” I responded with a smile as I woke over and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Well I was also here to ask you if you could check some of these wounds out. The people here either seem to want to make them worse or are too scared of me to help.” He walks over and sits next to, right next to me.

I lift his shirt gently and look at some of the injuries he sustained in the crash. It takes me a moment to realize that I’ve placed my hand on his abdomen while examining his side, and he hasn't moved it. I pull my hand away and feel my face turn red.

“Well they look like they're healing fine to me no sign of infection”

“Julian,” he says looking me in the eyes before reaching a hand over and placing it on the inner part of my thigh, “thank you”.

He leaves his hand there just long enough for my cock to get hard before standing up and leaving. I'm sure he noticed, but he didn't say anything and neither did I.

He comes back every night after that for the next two weeks to talk, always finding and excuse to expose some part of his body to me that shouldn't be as erotic to me as it is.

One night he was complaining about his feet hurting from being forced to run all day, to test his physical abilities, so I eagerly volunteered to rub them as we laid on my bed and talked. I stared at his scaly toes laying in my lap as my fingers expertly kneaded the soles of his feet. Of course, my body decided that now was a perfect time for an erection the size of the entire Starfleet, which was brought back up by Garak adjusting his position just as it was starting to go down, almost as if he was doing it on purpose.

Just as I was starting to suspect that he was trying to make me hard. He sat up and looked me in the eyes, “Julian how many times do I have to graze your dick with my heels, are you going to let me make you cum or not?”

I felt my face turn red yet again, and did not respond in anyway other than shock and a wide eyed stare.

“For fucks sake, you act like such a prude,” he said as he pulled down my sweatpants and let my cock spring free of its fabric cage. He leaned forward, as if to take me in his mouth, but instead spit on my cock and sat back to begin rubbing it with his feet. I tensed up in surprise but began to relax as the blood my heart was using to panic started going to my dick. Precum began to leak onto Garkas feet, coating his scaled toes and making them shine.

I noticed a very large, very long new appendage poking out under Garaks clothing and reaching over to begin rubbing it, it was warm and somewhat wet, I just had to see what it was. I pulled off his pants and was almost smacked in the face by his five foot long alien dick. Instead of a head at the end it was a fleshy hole that was oozing a clear liquid. I dipped my finger into the liquid and licked it off, moaning in ecstacy. “Fuck Garak you taste so good” i said as I felt my dick twich in the embrace of his feet, which had been massaging it back and forth. He didn't say anything but grabbed my hand and moved along his slippery penis, which was so thick I couldn't wrap my hand all the way around it. After a f few minutes he transferred some of the fluids from his penis onto his hand and began to rub my tight, somewhat throbbing, asshole, gently sliding his fingers in and out of it. It was too much for me to handle, I felt my balls tense up and my dick began squirting loads of cum all over Garaks sexy toes.

“I'm going to have to try for weeks to get all that out from under my scales you assclown” Garak said pressing his cold cardassian lips to mine. We made out passionately, his little lizard tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I was still stroking his cock when my door was flung open. i tried to jump back in surprise but was held back by Garak, whose cock seemed to get harder now that someone was watching us. I didnt see who it was, but I felt them come up behind me and saw the world go dark as I was blinded by a tie being wrapped over my eyes. I felt the strangers dick slap me in the face as it was pulled out and draped over my shoulder like a scarf. I instinctively took it in my hand and livked the side of it. This one I was able to fit my whole hand around, but it seemed to be around eight feet as opposed to Garaks measly five. I kissed along the wet shaft as my face was coated in alien precum. Garak had been fingering my ass for about ten minutes now, and he placed his hands on my hips and we moved so that he was under me. He pushed the tip of his cock into my ass and the rest that I couldn't fit quite yet sunk back into his body, in typical cardassian fashion.

I thought the mystery stranger had begun to cum, but instead the smell of dehydrated piss filled my nostrils and I felt a runny warm liquid spill down my government issued t-shirt and roll down my body onto my cock that was now hard again. Garak thrusted in and out of me as my mouth bobbed along the strangers dick, and my blind fold began to slip loose. It fell off just as both Garak and the stranger began to cum, one in me and the other all over my face, and I looked into the eyes of my worst enemy. I had just given a blow job to none other than Dukat.

A few weeks later I noticed a particular itch around my penis, but all the usual STD tests had come back negative. My doctors decided to do one last test, and allergy test, which just so happened to be on the day that they had finished processing cardassian dna, and what do you know? I'm allergic to lizard-alien semen! Life is not worth living now…

Inspired by this collaborative image:

#deep space nine #julian bashir #elim garak #skrain dukat #Star Trek

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