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honeylations · 1 year ago

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- Star Of My Night -

PART TWO

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

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“Listen, I know you just woke up but what is that on your neck? Is that what I think it is?” Winter asked with wide eyes, her index pointing at the dark purple spot on her leader’s neck.

They were all seated at the kitchen table, eating the pancakes NingNing had made. Karina opened her camera app and gasped at the hickey the Haze guitarist had given her the previous night. She passed out in the taxi on the way back that she had forgotten all about it.

“Ohhhh our leader finally got in with somebody last night? Boy or girl? Were they hot? Please tell me you got their number!” Giselle rambled, earning a slap to the back of the head by Winter.

“I’m too hungover for this, please leave me alone” The leader sighed.

“Come on please? Give the details! You owe us after disappearing like that!” Giselle persisted, crossing her arms like a strict mom.

The leader groaned into her palms before sitting up. “If it’ll get you to shut up. I made out with a girl last night and we were about to get into it until your dumbass called me to come back! Because of you, I was frustrated and horny!”

“Sorry about the cockblocking but who was the girl? Is she just some random?”

Karina gulped and the way her eyes widened and face turned red, the rest of the members gasped. NingNing almost dropping her spatula.

“It was the guitarist from last night’s band wasn’t it!!!” Winter squealed, deafening the blonde leader who could only grown into her palms again.

“Please don’t make it a big deal…”

“Oh this is definitely a big deal! You scored a 100!! And Y/n is totally your type. Tall, hot, plays guitar JUST FUCK ALREADY!” Giselle cheered.

“We could’ve fucked if YOU DIDNT FUCKING CALL ME YOU ASSWIPE!”

“I said I was sorry! Did you get her phone number?”

Karina froze again, remembering her slipping a note with her number on it in Y/n’s pocket. She then rushed to check her phone notification and saw one message from a random number.

Y/N: [Hey Karina, it’s Y/n. Hope this is the right number or I’d be very embarrassed right now…]

RINA: [Hey Y/n and yes it’s me :)]

Y/N: [Hmmm there’s a lot of liars nowadays. I won’t believe you unless you sent a pic of what you look like rn hehe]

RINA: [A photo?! I look like a train wreck!]

Y/N: [I’ll be the judge of that. Pic please?]

RINA: [You sound more of a creep than I do -_- And plus a pic isn’t proper evidence either!]

Y/N: [Video call then?]

Karina’s hands quickly moved to her hair, brushing it down neatly and ensuring her face looked clean. She then, with a shaky finger, clicked the video call button and Y/n picked up after one ring.

“Good morning, angel”

“Believe me now? I’m no catfish”

“Yes yes I believe you. Do you always look good in the mornings?”

Karina looked away and smiled.

“Good morning Y/n-ssi! Care for some pancakes?” NingNing yelled from the stove.

“Is that NingNing?” Y/n giggled and Karina nodded with an embarrassed look.

“Yes it is!” NingNing replied.

“Oh good morning! I appreciate the offer but I’ve already eaten my breakfast”

“No worries then. At least you were able to get up properly in the morning, unlike SOMEONE” The Chinese member aimed her tone at the blonde leader.

“Anddddd I’m going to my room. Bye” Karina quickly said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Hi”

“Hey Rina, are you feeling alright after…you know, last night? I didn’t want it to seem like I was taking advantage of you since you were drunk. I got too caught up in the moment”

The leader’s heart melted at the girl’s sweetness. “My head hurts from the hangover but Y/n, I promise you I knew what I was doing last night. I wanted to kiss you and there was nothing in that moment that I regret”

“I’m sorry about your neck, I went a bit overboard. Do you have any schedule photoshoots soon?”

Karina shook her head. “Luckily I don’t. How about you? I’m assuming since you look fresh and well dressed in this ugly morning”

Y/n chuckled. “Well dressed? I’m in my home clothes, silly.” The band member showed a glimpse of her home outfit which was just a black shirt, black and white flannel pants, and white socks. “:I also have a daily morning routine that I follow even on my days off so I just naturally wake up early”

“Wait so you’re free all day?”

“That’s right”

“Did you…um… wanna go out? I know a good cafe near an art gallery” Karina shyly asked, looking down at her sock covered feet.

“Is THE Yu Jimin asking me out on a date right now?” Y/n smiled like an idiot, her right cheek dimple showing.

“The offer ends in 3-“

“I ACCEPT THE OFFER I ACCEPT THE OFFER!”

Karina laughed whole heartedly. “It’s 10:03am right now, we can meet up at 12:30”

“Sounds perfect but I can pick you up if that’s okay with you and your manager. I’m a good driver I promise”

“If I die, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your idol life” Karina joked, giving an angry face that Y/n found too cute.

“Sounds reasonable”

“My manager is laid back so he’ll be fine with you picking me up. My girls won’t be fine if I come back home with a scratch on my face though”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh for what felt like the millionth time. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Miss Yu. Im sorry but I have to end the call here, Hanna just texted that my new guitar has arrived and I gotta unbox it before the next show”

“Awww on your day off?” Karina pouted.

“Hanna will punch me flat if I don’t get it done now or else it’ll waste our practice time”

“Oh yikes, don’t like the sound of that. Alright, I’ll see you later then”

“I’ll message you when I’m on my way”

“Bye bye~”

Y/n winked before the call ended, sending Karina into a squealing mess on her bed. NingNing had to run in and throw a plushie at her leader from the deafening noise.

“SHUT. UP!”

———

“Ohhhhh someone looks really happy in the morning~” Eunsook, the band’s leader walked in with a huge smirk on her face.

“Just a good morning, I guess” Y/n shrugged and adjusted her metal frame glasses.

“Either that or it’s because of her new girlllllllfrienddddd” Jungwon sat next to the guitarist and started nudging her with her shoulder.

“Hey stop that, she’s not my girlfriend….Yet. I don’t know, we’re going out today”

“OH A DATE?! You haven’t been on a date since that girl from izone. What was her name again? Heewon?” Hanna asked, looking up to the ceiling in hopes it would speed up her memory.

“Her name was Hyewon and I mentioned before that it was a mutual decision for us to stop talking”

“Here we go again…” Eunsook rolled her eyes and giggled, starting to make her morning coffee.

“Her group’s contract ended so she was going through a rough time with the disbandment, and our band was growing in popularity! What were we supposed to do?”

“Talk it out like proper adults, maybe? You two really liked each other” Jungwon said, and Y/n felt her heart hurt from the memories with Hyewon.

“It’s been a long time now so it doesn’t matter. I like Karina now and I have a good feeling about her. Hyewon moved on anyways so who am I to care?”

“Hey don’t get sour now please, Y/n-ie. Karina seems like a great person and we’re not trying to stop you from pursuing her. We just don’t want you going through another heartbreak that it’ll affect your motivation with the band” Eunsook said in a firm tone.

“I won’t let that happen, Unnie, I promise. I really like Karina and I hope she likes me too”

“Well there’s no doubt in that because she has heart eyes for you bro. I’ve never seen someone so in love. Give me your natural charms” Hanna pouted.

“Oh shush. I’m gonna go get ready now” Y/n sighed and made her way to the stairs but her leader’s voice stopped her.

“Hey Y/n”

“Yeah?”

“First of all, don’t forget about unboxing your new guitar and setting up for practice tomorrow. Two, don’t forget to use a condom. I slid one in your wallet just in case” Eunsook winked, making Y/n’s face go all red.

“UNNIE!”

“I’M JUST PROTECTING YOU!”

———

Y/n and Karina ended up staying out longer than expected.

It was already 9pm but none of the two were willing to let the day end.

At the moment, they were in the car after Y/n offered to take Karina back to Haze’s dorm. The Aespa leader took a quick glance at the taller’s side profile, admiring her clear skin, pretty nose, pretty lips…to the way Y/n kept one hand on the wheel while the other moved to hold Karina’s hand.

The blonde looked out the window to hide her stupid grin and she thanked the heavens that they finally arrived at their destination otherwise her face would’ve melted from how hot it was.

However, the moment Y/n removed her seatbelt, she made no movement in getting out the car.

“You alright, Y/n?”

Using her thumb to caress her hand, Y/n licked her lips before meeting Karina’s eyes. “I just have a question”

“Yeah?”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Karina wanted to laugh really hard but the way the taller looked so nervous had forced her to hold it back. “If I was, I wouldn’t be here with you right now, silly”

“S-So…I-If I said I really liked you right now and want to see you more…Would you be okay with that?”

Karina’s heart melted before she pulled the guitarist towards her and connected their lips. Both of their hearts were jumping like crazy and Karina softly pulled away, her lips hovering close to the other’s. “Of course I’d be okay with that”

“You don’t understand how you make me feel, Rina” Y/n husked, breathing becoming heavier at the way the blonde’s eyes hypnotised her.

“How about we finished what we started last night?” Karina smirked, peppering kisses across Y/n’s jaw and inching her lips close to her ear. “Show me how much you like me, baby”.

Y/n gulped at the pet name, feeling her not-so-little friend down there start to get excited. The taller held Karina’s hand tighter and dragged them inside the dorm, rushing their way upstairs to the guitarist’s bedroom.

Karina found the layout pretty. Band posters on the walls, a few signed guitars displayed at the corner, a gaming desk just beside her, and a queen sized bed covered in a grey coloured quilt.

Her little tour ended when Y/n’s hand grabbed her chin and gently made her look up, lust still in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, angel”

Karina wanted to look away like she usually does when being complimented but the feeling of those soft lips on her’s had stopped her from doing so.

Soft went to rough, Karina’s hands wrapping around the band member’s nape and pulling her impossible closer as if Y/n was going to disappear. Y/n’s large hands rested on the leader’s small waist, guiding her to lay on the bed, tongues never leaving each other.

“Y/n, please, baby”

Y/n sat up on her knees and pulled off her shirt, revealing her smooth yet muscular body, abs on full display and her chain resting on her collarbones.

It was enough to make Karina drool.

Y/n’s pants were removed next, her bulge appearing bigger under the black boxers.

Karina bit her lower lip and found it unfair how the woman above her was almost naked yet she was still in her short dress. Sitting up, she unzipped her white dress and threw it on the floor, leaving her in matching white lingerie that Y/n seemed to like alot.

“Take everything off, angel. I want to see all of you” Y/n husked, hand massaging her aching erection over the boxers.

Karina didn’t need to be told twice. Both under garments were gone within a second, Y/n’s breath hitching at the bare sight. “Fuck, I’m going crazy”

“What are you waiting for? Make me yours” Karina hummed, her fingers gently drawing circles over her clit, bring them down to her soaked entrance to spread her juices. “Please Y/n-ie. I want to feel you inside me”

Y/n growled and brought their lips together harshly, one hand holding herself up while the other expertly removed her boxers, grabbing her cock to rub the tip up and down her slit.

“Ruin me good, baby. Please!” Karina started to beg, squeezing at Y/n’s shoulders.

“Wait, angel. Let me just put a condom on okay?” The taller was about to get up but Karina was quick to lock her in place.

“No no please just cum inside me. I’m on the pill, I promise” Karina pleaded, eyes starting to water at how empty she felt despite not having the full experience of Y/n’s length. “Come on baby, fuck me good. I want to forget my name”

That was the last straw for the guitarist. She held her cock at Karina’s entrance and pushed inside with one thrust, jolting the smaller’s body with a loud moan.

“F-Fuck yes that’s it, baby!” Karina cried, feeling torn apart.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a cockslut, Rina. I bet you’re like this with all the other dicks you had put in you. Am I right, baby?” Y/n groaned, moving at a slow and steady pace.

Karina shook her head. “N-No, yours is better. So much fucking better! Please go faster!”

Who was Y/n to disobey her princess? Holding herself up, her hips started to move at a rougher pace, the intimate noises increasing in volume throughout the room. Her lips moved to Karina’s left breast, making her nipple shiny with spit before sending equal attention to the other. Karina couldn’t think of anything else other than the girl above her and the thick long cock that pounded into her deliciously.

“O-Oh my god! Ah~ S-So fucking full!”

Y/n laid her head on the shorter’s shoulder, one hand moving down to hold Karina’s leg up and the other wrapped around her neck, letting Y/n push in deeper. Karina could feel the older in her womb, making her scream louder, tears pouring down her face at the overwhelming feeling.

“Y-Y/n! You’re so deep inside me, baby”

From the way Karina’s walls started to tighten around her cock, Y/n knew she was close and it encouraged her to paint the girl’s neck with an endless amount of hickies before pulling her lips away to admire the work of art:

Her pale faced stained with tears, lips swollen and red, eyes half lidded, the lewd noises escaping her mouth that was hung open…God, Y/n was gonna explode then and there.

As for Karina’s view: the taller’s black hair was attractively messed up, sweat running down her neck where her chain was hanging and jolting with every thrust. Her abs looked more defined from the lighting and Karina wanted nothing more than littering the pretty skin with love bites.

“I wanna cum~ Will you let me cum, daddy? Please?” The Aespa leader panted, her tone making Y/n clench her jaw from the abrupt new pet name.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna cum in you…I-I can’t..”

Karina wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. She locked her legs around the taller’s waist and grinded her hips. “I want your cum, daddy. Wouldn’t you like that? Filling me up until my pussy can’t hold anymore of it? Don’t you wanna reward me for being so good?”

Y/n wanted her to shut the fuck up but the image of flooding the idol with her cum was making it harder for her to easily pull away.

She didn’t want to risk the pregnancy.

She couldn’t.

She shouldn’t.

Oh but by the way Rina stared into Y/n’s eyes and continued moaning her name, begging at how she wanted to take all the cum…

Y/n couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ah…A-Ah fuck, baby!”’

“Yes, that’s it! That’s it! I’m cumming, Y/n-ie!” Rina released one last scream as her legs shook.

Y/n groaned, her hips slowing down while her cock painted the tight walls white, feeling their mixed liquids gushing down to her balls and on the bed. The guitarist slowly pulled out and laid beside the kpop idol, trying to catch her breath.

“Rina…”

“Yeah?”

“Be mine?”

Karina giggled despite her tired state and used the last of her strength to lay her sweaty body on top of Y/n’s, laying her head in the crook of her neck. “You ask me that right after you destroyed my insides?”

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now..”

Karina smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss on her lips. “Yes I’ll be yours. All yours~”

“Princess…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Eunsook Unnie will get mad at me for not using the condom she prepared in my wallet?”

“Oh my god you’re such a dork! I told you I’m on the pill, it’s okay, baby” Karina laughed again, cupping her girlfriend’s face.

“I worry too much sometimes”

“And that’s okay. Let’s sleep now and we can plan something to do tomorrow morning” The leader suggested, admiring how Y/n’s eyes sparkled.

“I love you”

“I love you too, dorky”

#gxg #wlw #Yu Jimin #Aespa smut #Karina smut #Aespa x fem reader #Karina x reader

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago

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part one

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Keith can feel it bubbling up inside him.

He’d like to think he’s grown to have a handle on it, the rage. It’s no longer his first reaction to things, no longer his response to everything. He’s not the little kid who trusted no one and hated himself for things that weren’t his fault anymore. He’s grown. He’s learnt to recognise how rarely he truly feels anger; how often it is pain, or sadness, or fear that he doesn’t know how to handle.

He knows this feeling is terror. He knows he is looking out into the endless, endless sea and quavering, in his mind, rendered mute at the future he may have, or lack thereof. What he is feeling is fear, at the roots of things.

But anger is all that’s bubbling up, anyway.

“Are you fucking serious!” he shouts, rattling the boat with the force of his rage. “You got us lost?!”

Luckily, or maybe unluckily considering their situation, Lance has never been the cowering type. He’s just as stubborn and headstrong as Keith, evident in the way he carefully sets down the useless GPS, jaw set, and turns to face Keith.

“I was not the only fool to inebriate myself in a largely unmanned vessel,” he shoots back. He’s doing that thing he does, when he’s furious, when he’s convinced he’d backed into a corner and on his own, where he speaks like a fucking decorated college professor so no one can accuse him of being stupid. ‘Lawyering up’, Keith has always called it. And usually it makes him sad on Lance’s behalf, knowing exactly the string of experience that has led him to that response, but right now it only pisses him off.

“Oh, cut the fucking bullshit, Lance. You were supposed to put down a fucking anchor!”

“I did!”

“Fucking obviously not!”

Lance’s fists clench, and a muscle jumps in his cheek from the tenseness of his jaw. His next words are growled, practically spat in Keith’s direction.

“I put a fucking anchor down, Kogane. It was the first thing I accomplished. It was a current anchor, and I’m certain I set it properly.”

Keith yells, wordless, just a loud shout so he doesn’t explode with everything inside him, gripping his hands in his hair so tightly it hurts. “Well, obviously fucking not, Lance, because I’m at fucking sea right now! Surrounded at all sides by fucking water!”

“How is it my fault that the anchor failed?” Lance shouts, finally cracking his careful composure. It satisfies Keith in a horrible kind of way, to see him just as frantic and furious as Keith is, no bullshit. “Huh? Want me to fucking take it up with the fuckers at the hardware store?”

“I’d love that, except you can’t, because you fucking got us lost!”

Something snaps in Lance’s expression, and he lunges forward, but before Keith can react, he brushes past him and dives overboard, crashing into the gentle waves. It takes Keith several seconds to fully register what the fuck just happened, and by the time he drops to his knees and leans over the side of the boat, Lance is several feet away and rapidly swimming farther.

“Lance!” he shouts, panic replacing the anger in his voice. The only thing worse than being stranded is being stranded by himself. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Lance pauses, treading water as he glances over his shoulder in Keith’s direction. “Avoiding doing something I regret, ” he says shortly. “I either shoved you or jumped myself. One of those is a significantly less shitty decision.”

Keith stares at him for a moment, then pinches the bridge of his nose, taking several seconds to exhale as long and loud and exasperated as he can. He’s almost annoyed to find a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Lance,” he says, pursing his lips, “get the fuck back here, you pillar of dumbass.”

For several minutes Lance doesn’t, likely just to out-stubborn him, but eventually gives in and paddles over. He pauses at the edge of the boat, reaching up one hand to steady himself and letting the rest of him just float.

“I’m not going to yell anymore,” Keith says after several moments. He means it, too; he knew yelling and fighting wouldn’t solve anything but chose his fury over his fondness for Lance, and he wishes he hadn’t.

Lance shakes his head before he can finish. “Nah, I think a little yelling was necessary. I did get us lost. Well, kind of. Fifty-fifty, I think.”

“Fifty-fifty?!” Keith responds indignantly. “I think the fuck not, Oh Captain My Caption! Eighty-twenty at best!”

“That’s absurd. Fifty one-forty nine.”

“That’s not a real offer, jackass. You just brought yourself back up to ninety-ten.”

Lance flicks a drop of water at him, grinning. “Sixty-forty?”

Keith sighs. “I’ll take it.” He holds out a hand. “Come up, dorkbrain.”

Lance grabs his hand, smile widening. Keith realises his mistake a milisecond too late.

“Oh, you motherfucker —”

Lance yanks him into the sea, cackling as he sputters sea water on his way back up. His cackles turn quickly to shouts of alarms, though, when he reads the murder in Keith’s expression, and quickly he books it, swimming as fast as he can to the opposite side of the boat. Keith chases him with full intent to drag him under and drown his bitch ass, but unfortunately Lance grew up with a fuckin’ mermaid tail, or whatever, and Keith has to call it when he genuinely starts to worry he might drown from exhaustion.

He grabs the rope on the side of the boat, heaving himself up until his elbows hook over the edge, legs dangling in the water. Lance mirrors him, still on the opposite end. Keith is gratified at least to find him panting, out of breath as well. The look at each other, and reach a wordless agreement, climbing back onto the boat and flopping on the floor. The take a minute, chests heaving, to catch their breaths, sobering as they look up at the cloudless sky and truly realize the predicament they’ve gotten themselves into.

“Well, it could be worse,” Lance says quietly. He continues before Keith can ask him how the fuck that could be. “I mean, I planned for this to happen. Not, like, I planned for it to actually happen to us, but I packed a bunch of emergency supplies on the off-chance that we would somehow get stranded.”

Keith raises his eyebrows. “Yeah? For how long?”

“Well, long as shit, I would suppose. I packed enough for six people to last a month.”

“So the two of us are set for God knows how long.”

They lapse into silence, both pondering the seriousness of their strandedness, the reality of the helpless situation they’re in. They have food and water, sure, and a few other survival things, but what about shelter? Something that’s not a hard boat to sleep on, or old pillows? What about when it gets cold at night, or it rains, or they run into something bigger than their boat? They’re totally lost, communications dashed, GPS unavailable, and honestly still a little hungover. They are, objectively, in for a fuckin’ rough one.

A hand reaches over and wraps around Keith’s, startling him from his thoughts. He looks over at Lance, but Lance looks pointedly away, gaze fixed firmly at the sky, something unreadable written on his face.

“You know, not that it fixes anything,” he starts quietly. He hesitates a moment, long enough that Keith opens his mouth to ask him to finish his sentence, before continuing. “But I’m grateful, at least, that it’s you I’m stuck with.”

His words hang in the air, a heavy blanket settling over them. Keith’s face heats. The tiniest of smiles pulls at his lips, and he squeezes Lance’s hand as he looks away.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “yeah, I lucked out there.”

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 10 months ago

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For the 1k word fics, maybe one where Ed finally talks with Lucius? The more angsty the better >:)

This prompt has lived rent-free in my head since you sent it in. I had a lot of fun with it!!

(Pretty much always taking prompts for 1k word fics! I love 'em because they're great to write when I have writer's block on other projects, so don't be shy!)

Enough was enough.

Ed had been out of his probation period for a few days now. Most of the crew seemed to be comfortable enough with him again; they came up to him with questions, they invited him to sit next to them at dinner, they talked with him and invited his input. Lucius had…stopped flipping him off every time he saw him out on deck.

Thing was, Ed was genuinely trying to leave all that awful dark scary Kraken shit in the past, and pushing Lucius overboard to the sharks? That had been the worst thing he’d ever done during all that nastiness. Lucius had only ever offered him support and friendship, and Ed had pushed him overboard for it. And now Lucius made a point of talking over Ed, shouting at him, dismissing his suggestions, insulting him, and just generally proving at every opportunity how much he hated him.

And Ed knew he deserved all that and worse. But if he was going to leave the Kraken behind, something would have to give.

When he overheard Roach talking about something Izzy had told him at breakfast, Ed knew his game plan.

It only took Ed a few seconds to get everything he needed set up, and then he found Lucius up on deck. When someone flips you off that enthusiastically at every opportunity, you can’t really miss them.

“Hey,” he said, making a beeline up to him. “Can you come with me for a sec?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Lucius said immediately.

Ed’s pleading desperation must have shown on his face, because Lucius made a sort of go-ahead gesture, and he let Ed lead him to a space he’d cleared out in the empty galley. He’d already set up bottles of antiseptic, gauze, and everything he’d figured he might need.

“What’s all this?” Lucius frowned at the equipment Ed had laid out, and he shouted in alarm when Ed thrust the old saw into his hands.

“Izzy said you suggested cutting my leg off,” Ed said, plopping down on the bench and stretching his bad leg up in front of him at what he figured was an ideal chopping height. “Have at it. I’d prefer this one, but, uh, dealer’s choice.”

Lucius just kept blankly looking at him.

“I expected some reluctance, but don’t worry,” he said, holding up one hand to show the length of rope he’d looped around his wrist. He put his hands behind his back, slipping his other wrist into the knot he’d prepared, then tugging at his arms to prove to Lucius he wouldn’t be able to get free. “See? Not gonna try to hit you or anything. Whenever you’re ready.”

He hoped Lucius wouldn’t be able to see how hard he was shaking, and he jumped a mile when Lucius just tossed the saw onto the table.

“You fucking idiot,” Lucius spat, “I’m not doing that!”

“It’s okay,” Ed assured him, “I know I deserve it -”

“I don’t want to chop your leg off!”

Ed just stared up at him. This had been his last hope. “Then what do you want?”

“Oh, uh, I dunno,” Lucius said, “maybe a fucking apology?”

Ed snorted disbelievingly. “That’s all you want? You just want me to say, I dunno, oh, Lucius, I’m so sorry for what I did to you, and it was the worst time of my life but that’s no excuse, I was scared and I hurt you and I’m sorry, and I think about it often, and I feel terrible, and I wish I had a way to tell you how deeply I regret hurting you, and could you please forgive me?”

“Yes,” Lucius said simply.

Ed blinked.

“Oh, Lucius,” he said softly. “I am so sorry for what I did to you. It was the worst time of my life, but that’s no excuse. I was scared and I hurt you because of it and I’m sorry. I think about it often, and I feel terrible. I wish I had a way to tell you how deeply I regret hurting you. Could you please forgive me?”

“See, that’s a fucking start,” Lucius said, crossing his arms and nodding primly. “Follow-up question. What did I do to deserve that? What did I do to you that made you do that to me?”

Lucius’ voice wobbled, a bit, and Ed looked at the floor to avoid having to meet his eyes.

“So, uh,” he started haltingly, “you remember how you listened to my lyrics? And you gave me advice and shit?”

“Mhm.”

“Izzy kinda said that he should’ve let the English kill me and I better watch my fuckin’ step -”

Lucius reeled back a bit. “Shit, did he really?”

“Yep,” Ed said, with the best shrug he could manage with his arms behind his back. “And if I had to go back to being Blackbeard, I figured you were the only one who could’ve seen through me.”

“That is fucked up,” Lucius said with a loud groan. “That is so fucked of you, that is such shit.”

“Yeah.” Ed went back to looking at the floor. “I was having a really shitty time of it, and I wasn’t thinking right. I’m sorry, man.”

“For what it’s worth,” Lucius sighed, “I was kind of having a really shitty time of it when I said the whole chopping your leg off idea. I didn’t really mean it.”

Ed let his shoulders relax. “Could you maybe untie me? This knot is really tight, I can’t feel my fingers.”

“Yeah, sure,” Lucius mumbled, grabbing the pair of medical scissors on the table.

Ed still held his breath as Lucius moved behind him, but he just cut the rope without even attempting to stab him in the back. Progress.

“We’re not good,” Lucius said when he crossed back in front of him again. “We’re nowhere close to good yet.”

“Understood,” Ed mumbled.

“But.” Lucius held out a hand. “Crewmates?”

Ed beamed, taking his hand for an enthusiastic shake. “Crewmates.”

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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thedivinevera · 1 year ago

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♡Black and blue♡

Dottore x reader, IL Dottore x reader, Zandick x reader, Dottore x fem!reader,

Harley Quinn & joker, acid scene from s*icide squad inspired, Insane x crazy in-love, one sided pinning in the first part, dottore is aware what he is, kissing, fluff ig, acid bath baby!

Tw: Unhealthy relationship, Dottore, crazy in-love, jumping to a pool of "safe acid" or Chemical thingy, the reader jump from the 4th floor, bad writing, bad grammar, some bad spelling incoming, a bit ooc of Dottore

How many thing can you pull just for him to realize, your complete devotion from him?... Do you think you can jump from the 4th floor of a factory and land to a pool of unknown chemical? risking your life just to complete his test? Do you think dottore is as crazy in-love as you?

“Question!” the Doctor shout, voice echoing in the factory, the only thing you hear is the bubble of acid, his voice, and you, breathing. The only thing you smell right now is the acid that you can see down there. You're in the exact location of the 4th floor of the fatui's special acid factory owned by one and only "the Doctor" you're with now. You stand there, stupidly waiting to for the crazy man, you loved so dearly to asked his question “Would you die for me?” he whisper into your ears, you can feel his breath on your face “Yes” you reply, eyes keeping a straight stare to his mask. You're insane for saying this but as the quotes said; "everybody is insane when they're in love" and that is what's happening right now.

After chasing Dottore in his factory after he leaves you alone, which everybody should be grateful for but not you, you put yourself in this scenario that can leave you with satisfaction or death and you choose this without thinking twice

“That's too easy,” he said, practically mocking you with that tone, “Would you—would you live... For me” his tone emphasizing the Live part. “yes” again but now louder “Careful... Do not say this oath, thoughtlessly” he put his hands in your chin and forcing you to look more to his mask, covered eyes “desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes—power!” he shout as he let his hands remove the loose hair from your face “You want this?” he asked “I do...” you answer “say it, say it, say—it, pretty, pretty, pretty—” he repeats showcasing his Insanity, maybe that would make you leave him, he said to himself

“please...” you begged, that's the last answer dottore needs to just send you off to death. For you its a gamble, he either save you or leave you, but for some it's an absolute Insanity.

You're crazy, dottore said to himself as you whisper, the last plea to his ears, not as crazy as him but crazy, crazy enough to love him truly that you would go overboard just to showcase a complete loyalty. “good.. then” he opened his arms signaling for you to jump on the bubbling acid, from the fourth floor of this factory, not expecting that you will do it, nor going for it but you did arms open as you let yourself fall to the acid, back first, you can feel the air blowing your hair and clothes, you can smell the toxic chemical down there, it feels like you're in a slow motion, everything feels ethereal and not even a ounce of regret is in your body then finally you succumb to the pool of chemical not thinking twice, you let yourself drown to the acid not moving completely, letting the chemical cover your entire body, this creamy, green colored toxin you let your body touch, just because you love this insane, murderous, fucking crazy, absolutely delusional, yet deadly handsome man, you let him order you to this insane things, just so he can see how many length your devotion can put you in.

As you let yourself succumb to the chemical, you have Dottore leaving you and letting you drown in the chemical and putting yourself to death but as he tries to leave something about him that makes him stop his track, something at the back of his head that keep telling to him that he couldn't let you die like that, he will regret it and HE WILL— REGRET IT. He grunt to himself as he removed his coat and mask, without thinking twice he jumped into the acid without hesitation, succumbing to the voice inside his head, letting the voice that he ignore to just control his body and blind his brain and let his heart that he never thought he still has, to take the lead

He swims to the bottom of the container taking your unconscious body above this pool of chemical. He kisses your lips, giving you air to breathe, as your eyes open you see Dottore, cover in the same chemical you're also covered with, now without his mask you can clearly see his ruby eyes. He Kisses you once again, you press yourself to his lips like it would be your last kiss “You are fucking insane, you know that?” he muttered “But I love it” he said as he gives you another tender kiss, completely taking your breath away, his sweet kisses are like a kiss of a devil. Absolutely divine, that is what you're feeling right now, you don't know what would happen next but you are more ready to take it, especially when it's from him. He pulled away his lips and laugh like a maniac he is, but that cut off when he pressed your lips to him, and his teeth eagerly bit the lower lip, letting yours and his tongue taste the blood. Love can make everybody crazy but he's more than crazy his fucking insane

#dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore x reader #s*iside squad #genshin impact x reader #Genshin x reader #genshin men x reader #fatui x reader #dottore x fem!reader #fem reader #vera'swork #Dottore #il dottore x reader #Il Dottore #zandick x reader #zandick #Zandick x fem!reader

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fictionalsimp09 · 4 months ago

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galore – @dorlenemicroficprompts – 340 words

Dorcas is the luckiest person alive to be able to call Marlene ‘mine’. Everything about her captivates her; her hair, her laugh, her humour, her Quidditch skills (and her wearing her kit). So, she decided to trust her new girlfriend, who wanted to take her on a date in the Forbidden Forest. Now she’s regretting that.

Standing face to face with a Thornback, Dorcas mentally curses Marlene, while trying to remember of how to get rid of it. But there’s many different types, with different weaknesses. How do they know which one it is? It’s too dark to see it properly.

“Incendio,” Marlene attacks the giant spider and it’s screams almost make Dorcas feel sorry for it. Almost, it did try to kill them.

Dorcas turns to her girlfriend when it’s silent, hands on hips. “What a brilliant idea, Marlene. Having a date in the most dangerous place we know.”

“How was I supposed to know we would get attacked by a giant spider? I didn’t even know spiders got that big.”

“Do you even pay attention in Care of Magical Creatures?”

“Yes.” Dorcas raises an eyebrow at her. “I pay attention to you.”

Dorcas sighs, “We should probably head back before we run into something more dangerous.”

“But we’re almost there! Come on, it’s not like we can’t protect ourselves.”

She hesitates before responding. “If I die, I will haunt you forever.”

Marlene chuckles as she holds out her hand and Dorcas takes it, leading her to a clearing a few minutes walk away. There are soft lights hanging from the surrounding trees, illuminating a picnic. Marlene sits on the blanket and opens the basket, revealing food galore.

“Merlin, Marls. You bought enough food to feed the whole school.”

“I did go a bit overboard.” Dorcas sits down next to her and opens two bottles of butterbeer. “So, is this worth almost getting killed over?”

Dorcas looks at Marlene’s tender smile and the way the lights reflect in her hazel eyes. “Yes.” Anything is worth seeing her this happy.

#marauders era #dorlene microfic #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #microfics #my fics

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princess-leaorgana · 7 months ago

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What Tieflings Do Chpter 8

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, angst and some foul language

Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

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‘No, no, that looks garish, take it away.’

Rolan was being a nightmare. The tower was already incredibly neat and after almost six months of being its master, Rolan has redecorated all that he could. Whenever he had guests in the tower, he went a little overboard making sure the entrance was neat, but today, he was losing his mind. Someone very special was coming to visit, well, two people, but only one of them was making Rolan nervous. Gale of Waterdeep would be paying them a visit. He was in the city for real business, and Zelphie invited him to stay in the tower. Without discussing it with Rolan first. Which was putting Rolan in an early grave. He was fighting with his own water elementals over the position of some flowers on a table. Zelphie stood in the room, her mage hand waiting for instruction. It had moved the furniture three times over already. Zelphie regretted inviting the wizard to even come and visit. She allowed Rolan his fussing, because the second guest was Astarion. Rolan finally yielded, allowing the vampire to come to the tower, Cal hadn’t been around very much as of late and it depressed Rolan terribly. It was very clear that Cal and Astarion cared for each other very much. Rolan had to give in if he wanted to see his brother again.

Zelphie finally walked over to the couch she had just moved and sat down with a big ‘oof’. She was four months pregnant, only halfway done, but she was exhausted. She was mostly just tired, her back and legs hurt a lot, so standing and watching Rolan throw a hissy fit over flowers was killing her. Lia walked into the entrance room, wearing an old robe of Zelphie’s. It was a deep red robe, a little heavy for casual wear in the summer, but it did look very good on Lia. Zelphie smiled as her sister walked over.

‘How do I look?’ She asked and Zelphie smiled.

‘Magical,’ Zelphie answered and patted the couch. Lia walked past Rolan.

‘You have a vein that’s about to pop,’ she said to her brother, who just absolutely ignored her. He was studying the ceiling. What the hells was he going to do about the ceiling? Lia sat next to Zelphie and gave her swollen belly a little pat. ‘How are you feeling?’ She asked and Zelphie sighed.

‘I feel like a hot bath and a nap would answer all the world’s problems,’ she said and laughed a little. ‘How about you? Nervous?’ She asked a little softly, giving Lia a nudge. Lia swatted at Zelphie playfully and shook her head.

‘No, shut up,’ she said and Zelphie grinned.

‘Have you ever spent any time alone with Gale?’ She asked and Lia shook her head.

‘No, only chance I ever had was at Last Light Inn, but I was convinced the two of you were sha-‘ Rolan interrupted his sister with a very loud clearing of the throat. Both women stared at him, but his eyes were still on the ceiling. Another reason Rolan was nervous. Yes, he did want to impress Gale, but not for the reason one might expect. Gale was a highly acclaimed wizard, Mystra’s chosen, hailing from Waterdeep, city of splendors. Rolan had a lot to catch up to, as would most other wizards. But power, talent and prestige really wasn’t what Rolan was jealous of. He was convinced Gale and Zelphie had been involved in some way. Zelphie had reassured him absolutely not and even if they were, it wouldn’t matter in the least. Gale was a romantic gentleman and he would never flirt with a married woman and Zelphie would never dare to drift from her love. It was simple for Zelphie but very hard for Rolan to believe. They were married and had a little one on the way, but Rolan would never think himself Zelphie’s priority, her one and only. He couldn’t help his insecurities.

‘Well, I promise, he’s very easy to get along with. He always has the best intentions. A little shy but incredibly…verbose.’ Lia certainly did have a crush on the wizard, he was a beautiful man. Though, listening to him yap on and on about a subject might not be something Lia could stand. She wasn’t the most patient of people. They would have to see.

‘Darling, the bookcase needs to go back,’ Rolan said, still staring at the ceiling.

‘Is your brain finally well done?’ Lia asked as Zelphie commanded her hand to push the bookcase. Rolan shot a look at her and raised an eyebrow.

‘That’s a nice dress,’ he said and Lia grinned.

‘Thanks, it’s your wife’s,’ she said and Zelphie laughed.

‘Alright, enough, come and sit, Rolan, please,’ she said and reached her hand out for him. He was about to argue and then Zelphie did something he hated more than anything else in the world. She pouted. He scowled and closed his eyes and walked over. Zelphie grinned instantly. She had about another four months of that power. She did have to pick her pout battles, she couldn’t have him strengthen his will. She only did it when she really needed him by her side, and right then, she needed him to stop worrying and then be by her side. She took his hand once he was on the couch with his wife and sister. ‘There, now relax,’ she told him and smiled. ‘The tower is beautiful, Gale will be incredibly impressed at its transformation, I know it, stop worrying,’ she told him and he sighed.

‘If I notice something isn’t right, it will gnaw at me that everyone else who sees it knows it’s not right,’ he told her and she smirked.

‘The angle of a bookcase is not right or wrong, dear, it’s a matter of taste,’ she said and he gave her an incredulous look, which made her laugh.

‘Someone’s taste is an indicator of their ability to tell right and wrong,’ he said and Zelphie laughed again. ‘And Gale of Waterdeep, I assume from his background, has impeccable taste,’ he said and Zelphie shook her head.

‘Don’t call him that, he won’t care for it,’ she told him and he sighed again.

‘Of course,’ he muttered and the large entrance opened to the tower. The three of them stood up, Zelphie had a little help from Rolan. Cal and Astarion had arrived. Lia walked over quickly to greet them and Zelphie followed, Rolan stayed put. Cal still did live at the tower, he worked in the store most days, but most nights he was gone. His relationship with the vampire had gotten stronger. Cal got first hugs and he gave Zelphie��s growing belly a little tap.

‘Alright in there?’ He asked and Zelphie grinned.

‘They certainly are making themself at home,’ she said and Cal laughed.

‘Well well well, look at you,’ Astarion said to Zelphie and she hugged him quickly. He hugged her back, he smiled as he did. Astarion hugs were very special. He was a very touch sensitive person and it meant everything to Zelphie that Astarion trusted her. ‘From chaotic hero to mummy,’ he said with a grin. Zelphie laughed.

‘I’m absolutely over being a hero,’ she said and Lia snorted.

‘Fat chance,’ she said. There was an awkward moment between Rolan and Astarion. Finally, Rolan took Astarion’s in a quick handshake.

‘Welcome,’ he said and Zelphie smiled up at him.

‘Thank you very much for the invitation,’ Astarion said and nodded his head a little. ‘The tower has certainly improved since the last time I was here…well, you know,’ he said and bobbed his head a little.

‘Rolan has a keen eye for comfort and luxury,’ Zelphie said and rubbed her tail as subtly as she could against Rolan’s. Just for his comfort and her appreciation.

‘Thank you, please, come and sit, I’ll have tea brought out,’ he said and led his family and guest back to the sitting area. The group wasn’t very long before a knocking on the entrance door rang through the room. Rolan stood up and Zelphie followed to welcome their last guest. Rolan opened the door and just outside of it was Gale Dekarios, looking as prim and fashionable as always, though even more so now that he had fresh clothing. Robes of purple that opened enough to show off a tuft of chest hair, but no more Orb brand. ‘Mister Dekarios, thank you so much for coming,’ Rolan said while holding his hand out. Gale grinned and shook Rolan’s hand firmly.

‘If only my pupils had the same sense of decorum as you, Master Rolan,’ he said and shook his head. ‘But please, don’t do me any disservice, just Gale is quite alright,’ he said and looked down at Zelphie with a smile. She was about to give her friend a hug but he tilted his head and his smile faltered. ‘Well, I’ll be absolutely damned,’ he said and looked down at her belly. ‘Don’t take any offense to this statement, for I’d like to think you not telling me that you might be expecting was on purpose,’ he said and Zelphie laughed. ‘You look wonderful,’ he said and Zelphie hugged him tight.

‘You as well, you look great with no Netherese toxin in your chest cavity, very slim,’ she laughed which made him laugh. ‘Come inside, Astarion, Cal and Lia are all inside, come come,’ she said and Gale walked into the tower. He did a little look around, staring at the ceiling as he walked with the couple.

‘Ah! Fantastic use of radiance,’ Gale said and Rolan grinned.

‘Why thank you, yes, I have been reading so many fascinating things about the subject of all elements. Zelphie’s natural magic is quite the inspiration,’ Rolan began and Gale stopped walking. Zelphie looked up at the ceiling, seeing what she had always seen. A beautiful light from sun rays coming from the windows. The ceiling was decorated with hanging glass and metal that let the rays of sun glow different colors. It was beautiful, but Zelphie didn’t know it was magic. She placed a hand on her belly. ‘It’s a bit like home, this room,’ he said and Gale nodded.

‘Ah yes! Although I was no stranger to the city of Elturel before last year, I cannot say meeting all of you did not stir my curiosity. Sleeping and waking under the same bright light every day, every minute of every day. It truly must have….’ Gale went on with Rolan and Zelphie walked away from the bonding wizards. She was very happy if they both yapped each others’ ears off all night. She walked back to the sitting area where Cal was drinking tea, and Astarion and Lia were gabbing. She sat down next to Lia with a little oof.

‘Darling, you are really letting yourself go,’ Astarion teased and Zelphie laughed.

‘You shut up,’ she said playfully and rubbed her belly.

‘I put money on a boy for sure,’ Cal said and Lia sighed.

‘Oh! I bet Astarion could tell us,’ Lia said and Astarion cocked an eyebrow. ‘He knew she was pregnant the minute she was, could you tell us if it’s a boy or a girl?’ She asked. Lia was desperate to know, and Zelphie didn’t really blame her. Zelphie didn’t really care about the gender or sex of her child, she just knew the only way that she could know the sex was when it was born. That was what Zelphie wanted.

‘Lia, don’t be weird, Astarion is a vampire, not a tiefling midwife. We’ll find out in four months,’ she said and Lia sighed. She looked up at Astarion, who wasn’t exactly pleased with the conversation of babies. ‘How about you Astarion? How are your seven thousand children?’ She asked and he cackled.

‘You are rotten, gods I missed you,’ he said and leaned back. ‘But to answer your ridiculously worded question, everyone is practically fine…give or take a few dozen,’ he said and flourished his wrist. Zelphie raised her eyebrow at him. ‘Oh don’t judge me, you take charge of seven thousand spawn and come back with your results,’ he told her. ‘Besides, we have a process. If one runs off, the Fist are alerted immediately.’

‘Oh, wow, I’m very proud of you,’ Zelphie said and Astarion smirked.

‘You would be! He’s doing amazing work down there. Not that he would admit any of it,’ Cal said and Zelphie grinned.

‘I’m only doing what I can,’ Astarion said and reached a slender finger to Cal’s chin.

‘Oh, is Astarion a hero now?’ Zelphie teased a little and Astarion shrugged and smirked.

‘Maybe I am,’ he said, but there was pride in his voice. Zelphie’s smile only grew. She was proud of him. Was he still a violent bastard? Yes, but he was empathetic and responsible, at least more than he was six months ago. Finally, the gabbing wizards walked over to the sitting area, Gale finally said hello to Cal and Lia and when it came to greeting Astarion, Gale smirked.

‘Hello Astarion,’ he said and Astarion smirked at him.

‘Wizard,’ he said, still smirking. Gale gave a chuckle. It was very strange, how did one greet a person that you used to share thoughts with for six months? ‘How have the sunsets by the sea kept you?’ He asked and Gale leaned back with excitement.

‘Oh, it is fantastic to be home. I’ve missed all of you, of course, but to be back in Waterdeep with a purpose and…well, a little less of me that before, it’s a breath of fresh air to be short about it,’ he began and Astarion’s eyes opened and he glanced down at Gale’s chest. He clicked his lips.

‘Ah, goodie, no surprise bursts during dinner tonight then?’ He asked and Gale grinned and shook his head.

‘No, and I feel fantastic, knees have never felt better, I don’t even think I can predict the weather anymore,’ he said and Zelphie laughed. Gale was a human, which wasn’t much different than being a tiefling, age wise. He was older than Zelphie, and constantly complained on their adventures about his knees hurting. He joked a few times that when his knees would act up randomly, it meant it would rain. It never really did rain.

‘Well, if you’re not a weathervane, what use are you?’ Zelphie teased and Gale grinned.

‘I’ll have you know I have my own position at Blackstaff, Professor Dekarios of Illusionary Magic, thank you very much,’ Gale told Zelphie who grinned.

‘I’m sure your students are very lucky to have such a teacher,’ Lia piped in, finally. Zelphie glanced at her. Gale grinned at her and bobbed his head.

‘Gale, you should know, Lia has been very stubborn about learning magic since these three arrived at the Tower. On my very first day here, she very almost produced a Knock. Her somatic movements were perfect, but she has a little work to do with her oration,’ she said and Lia scowled at Zelphie. ‘Perhaps later on you could help her?’

‘Oh? Oh well, yes, I think I would love that. Tell me, Lia, is it your brother’s talent that inspired your ambition? Gale asked and Lia’s head spun so fast from Zelphie to Gale it almost fell off.

‘Uhm…yeah, yeah, Rolan’s…uhm, yes,’ she fumbled and Zelphie glanced at Rolan, who was looking right back at her. Oh that gave her chills. Rolan winked at her and cleared his throat.

‘Shall we make our way to the dining room?’ He asked and the group followed him, Zelphie taking up the rear. Everyone had their assigned seat, Rolan and Gale at the head and foot, Zelphie was to Rolan’s right, Cal to Rolan’s left. Lia and Astarion on each side of Gale. ‘I apologize in advance, I know that tonight there are three very different diets so, please do know I had everyone in mind while planning dinner.’ Dinner was served, different dishes meant to share, Astarion mainly drank. Zelphie kept bringing the conversation back to Lia, not exactly being subtle about wanting to set up her friend and her sister-in-law, though it was subtle enough for Gale. Rolan’s tail curled around Zelphie’s tail when she was getting obnoxious. Lia was getting a little nervous. Cal would redirect gracefully. After about two attempts, Cal redirected the conversations to Zelphie’s pregnancy.

‘Yes, how far along are you?’ Gale asked, cutting a dinner roll.

‘A little over four months,’ she said with a grin and Gale nodded.

‘You look wonderful! I’m so happy for you, honestly. Rolan, I’ll have you know this one right here will make a great mother, mummed us all back to life and sanity when we called for it, eh Astarion?’ He asked and the vampire smirked.

‘Yes, she’s very…nurturing,’ he said, swilling his glass of brandy. Rolan tensed up a little.

‘Gale should be one to talk, Rolan, I never told you, Gale cooked for us every night,’ she said and the wizard shook his hand.

‘Ah, yes, my one use, camp chef,’ he said and Astarion laughed.

‘Almost killed me a few times with the amount of garlic he used,’ Astarion teased and Gale laughed. Astarion was just joking, of course. Gale genuinely would never have done that to Astarion, no matter how many times Karlach and Zelphie whined.

‘Tell me, Zelphie, I have been doing some research on our experiences after the removal of the tadpole, but as you are in a special condition, do you have any strange symptoms?’ He asked and Rolan’s tail tightened around Zelphie’s.

‘Actually, yes, now that you mention it,’ she said and Gale leaned in a little. ‘Since you last saw me Gale, I have become pregnant,’ she said and smirked. Gale rolled his eyes.

‘Ha ha, hilarious,’ he said and leaned back in his chair. ‘You know what I mean,’ he said and Zelphie laughed and nodded.

‘I’d rather not talk about symptoms at the dinner table,’ she told him and Rolan’s tail seemed to relax. Gale nodded.

‘Ah, yes, my apologies. I must confess, my manners have never been what they used to be,’ he said and Astarion grinned.

‘Yes Gale, do mind your decorum.’

Dinner ended and most went off to bed, all but two. Rolan and Gale snuck off to Rolan’s study as Zelphie excused herself for bed. She was absolutely not going to listen to those two prattle on about arcane nonsense. No, she wanted a bath, a cuddle with Lajy and a few midnight snacks that she could eat without judgment or theft. Rolan would always judge her insatiable hunger but always ended up stealing more than Zelphie cared for. She made herself a bath and brought a little tray of her favorite jam biscuits to munch on while she soaked and washed up. Lajy played with Zelphie’s tail that kept dipping up and down below the water. It was making her laugh.

Zelphie got out of the bath and walked Lajy and her biscuits to bed after pulling over a night dress. She had intended on staying up to wait for Rolan, but after about an hour, she was on her back, snoring, hand still on her biscuit plate. Lajy was snoozing, purring and curled up in between her horns. The bedroom door opened quickly, slamming a bit as it shut. This woke Zelphie up and a very drunk Rolan was stumbling into the bedroom, pulling his cowl over his head. She rubbed her eyes and groaned, moving her plate and rolled to her side. Lajy hopped off her and the bed to greet Rolan.

‘You still up my darling? Oh I’m sorry,’ he muttered and Zelphie grunted. ‘Oh don’t bitch at me, I just had a wonderful evening, and and! And I learned a little more about my little wife tonight than I ever did, you little sneak,’ he said, walking over to the bed, kicking his shoes off and fiddling with his belt. She opened one of her eyes, watching him fumble. He was very drunk.

‘You’re drunk,’ she groaned and he snorted.

‘And you…you are a sloppy little slut,’ he said and Zelphie shot right up. That absolutely wasn’t funny. He laughed, regardless of how much that irritated his wife. ‘Don’t you give me that look, Gale told me aaaallllll about your little…fling with my brother’s boyfriend,’ he said and Zelphie’s face immediately got hot. She felt like she could die, her heart was beating and her stomach was twisting in knots. Yes, Astarion and Zelphie had a sexual relationship that mutually dissolved rather early on. She was teased a little from the companions for falling into a vampire’s trap, but that had all but fizzled. Clearly, Gale still thought it important enough to tell Rolan, tell him something Zelphie hadn’t told him yet. She was mortified. She was certain she wanted to have told him, she just hated that it came from Gale. ‘Mmmm oh I know that look,’ he said, pointing at her. ‘He was right, wasn’t he? Ha! To think, I’ve been jealous of Gale for months…ho ho, wrong man I think.’ It was clear that Rolan’s consumption had taken over. He might think like this, but he would never speak the way he was. He would never insult Zelphie like this, no matter how upset he was. She understood his hurt, but to bust into their bedroom and boldly call her a slut was beyond out of character. She struggled a little, but got out of bed. Tears welled up in her eyes from embarrassment and anger and guilt. Rolan rolled his eyes and stumbled over himself a little to get closer to her. ‘Come on, don’t be pissed at me, how do you think I feel?’ He asked and Zelphie glared at him.

‘I’m going to bed,’ she told him quickly, walking out of the room. Rolan grabbed her arm and she pulled it back.

‘Zelphie, come to bed, come on,’ he whined, almost as if he had forgotten what he had just said to her.

‘No, get some sleep. You're stinking drunk,’ she hissed at him.

‘You are going to judge me for a little lapse in…judgment?’ He asked and laughed. She scowled and just walked away from him, slamming the bedroom door shut as she left. She refused to fight with him while he was so intoxicated. She walked across the hall and heard footsteps.

‘Oh, are you still up?’ Zelphie looked to her right to see Gale. She scowled at him. He had been looking cheerful, but he froze on the spot and frowned when he saw Zelphie crying and scowling at him. ‘Oh…what…what’s the matter?’ He barely finished his sentence before Zelphie pointed a finger at him.

‘My husband just accused me of being a slut because of you,’ she barked at him. Gale’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open.

‘Because of me? Z-Zelphie, I can promise you,’ he stammered and shook his head. ‘He called you a what? No…no…’

‘That was not your business to tell him. I have been working for months to get him to like Astarion for Cal’s sake, you’ve not only got him accusing me, but now all of my work is pushed back. I do hope you are happy with yourself Gale Dekarios,’ she shouted and walked into the nursery, slamming that door shut as well. Once inside, she slid down the side of the door to sit on the floor and just cried. Rolan was just drunk, Gale didn’t mean any harm, but Zelphie was hurt. She held her belly and sobbed, going over everything in her head. Hearing Rolan insult her like he did, whether he meant it or not crushed her heart. She would get over it, she had to get over it, but her heart had to be broken for a little while. She heard doors opening outside, but she ignored it. She heard talking because of the ruckus she had made but she just kept crying over it all. The fuss she had made, the fuss she always made.

She heard Lia shouting and she got herself up and walked over to the bed in the room. She didn’t want to hear it, she was angry that the whole damned tower was involved. It was absolutely her fault, slamming doors and screaming, but she climbed into bed and sobbed into her pillow. The last time she had slept in that bed was months and months ago. She had gone on minor adventures since her and Rolan became partners, so she had gone to sleep without him, but not since her pregnancy. She missed him, but she was so angry.

He was drunk.

She was sensitive.

It would pass.

He was drunk.

She was sensitive.

It would pass.

She repeated this to herself over and over until her head hurt. She finally calmed down, the noise outside gone except for the smallest sound. A little scratching at the door. She sniffed and held her head as she got up. The one creature in the whole tower she could face, Lajy. She rubbed her face and opened the door, looking down and letting the little cat in. As the door was opened, she heard a little sound. Rolan. She looked up, he was there, about six feet away from her, in the doorway of their bedroom. He looked exactly how she felt. His sad, puffy face only made her eyes sting with tears once more. He was in a night robe, his hair down. She looked back down at the ground, finding it terribly difficult to look at him.

‘Could I speak with you, please?’ He asked softly and she slowly shook her head. She wanted to, she desperately wanted to. She didn’t want to sleep in the nursery, she wanted to sleep with Rolan. But what she wanted wasn’t what the both of them needed.

‘We can when you are sober,’ she said and Rolan took a deep breath.

‘I had coffee,’ he said, sounded much less drunk, but there was no way an hour sobered him up that much. Zelphie shook her head slowly once more.

‘In the morning, Rolan,’ she said, still not looking up at him. She could feel him staring at her.

‘I’m sorry, Zelphie,’ he said, his voice so soft and she nodded. She didn’t respond, but she heard him. He sighed out. ‘I love you,’ he continued and Zelphie looked back up at him. He looked so desperate. Rolan and Zelphie bickered a lot, Zelphie was silly and flighty, Rolan was impatient and stubborn, they clashed a lot. This wasn’t the same.

‘I love you too, Rolan,’ she said softly and Rolan closed his eyes. ‘Go to sleep,’ she told him and slowly shut the door in front of her. Her heart ached to open the door back up. But no, they both needed sleep. Space was healthy for now, time would be the only healer tonight. She shuffled back to bed, feeling a little guilty that Lajy had chosen to sleep with her when Rolan was hurting as well. She got under the covers, covering herself up to her nose. She used the blankets to stop her tears from running down her cheeks. Lajy purred in her ear as he laid by her head, they both curled up and Zelphie drifted off into a very deep sleep.

She woke up to a knock on her door. She slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had a terrible headache. The door slowly opened and Zelphie readied herself for Rolan. It was Cal. Cal might have been worse. He poked his head in and Zelphie frowned.

‘Morning, sis,’ he said and walked in with two cups of coffee in his hands, his tail shutting the door as Lajy ran out. ‘Rolan uhm…wanted to wake you but…I didn’t think that was a good idea, he’s letting off some steam,’ he said and walked over to Zelphie’s bed, handing her the coffee. He knew that was a good enough peace offering.

‘Cal, I am so sorry, I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, on my unborn child, what Astarion and I had-‘ Cal held up a hand.

‘Please, Zelphie, don’t. Astarion told me months ago,’ he said and sat down next to her. ‘I didn’t come here to talk about Astarion. I understand it,’ he said and Zelphie frowned. She felt awful, poor Cal. She knew even if it was hurting him, he wouldn’t say anything to her. He was too good. How could he not be upset with her? What an awful thing to keep from him all these months.

‘I should have been the one to tell you,’ she said and sipped her coffee. ‘I’m so sorry Cal, I know you don’t want to hear it, but I am sorry,’ she said and he nodded.

‘I know you didn’t keep that from me to hurt me, Zelphie. I came here to make sure you were alright,’ he told her and she smiled. ‘And to warn you that Rolan is sparring with Gale,’ he said and Zelphie cocked an eyebrow.

‘You’ve been replaced,’ she said and Cal laughed.

‘Good thing to, because I’d like to sock him right right in his bumpy fucking nose,’ he said and Zelphie shook her head.

‘I love that nose, watch it,’ she said playfully and he sipped his coffee with a little laugh.

‘Oh, you must be ill, you like Rolan’s nose? You’ve lost your taste,’ he teased and she nudged him with her foot. ‘You are alright then?’ He asked and Zelphie nodded.

‘Yes, just like always, I needed to cry and sleep a long time,’ she said and patted her belly. ‘That will all be over soon though,’ she said and Cal sighed.

‘I used to think about how lucky it was that Rolan found you. He’s never been…good with, you know…other people,’ he said and Zelphie nodded. ‘I always figured he would be without a companion and then…boom you come along and just…’ Cal shook his head and looked at Zelphie. ‘Thank you for loving him the way you do,’ he said and Zelphie tilted her head.

‘I’m lucky to have him, Cal,’ she said and Cal smiled at her. ‘I’m lucky to have you too,’ she said and smiled. Cal’s smile just grew.

‘I’m luckier,’ he said and stood up. ‘Alright, I’m going to leave you to your morning, tell me if you need anything, sis,’ he said and bent over, kissing her temple. Oh that felt very nice. ‘Rolan will be in his study, getting his ass beat, he really wants to talk to you.’ Cal left after that and Zelphie drank her coffee, waking up. Once her coffee was gone, she nervously began to get dressed for the day. She was nervous because she knew her family and friends had to have been judging her for her actions last night. She didn’t like that anyone knew that she and Rolan fought the previous night. But she shouted and slammed doors, how could they ignore it? She also hated that Rolan was hurting. She was still hurting but she had more guilt than pain for herself. She kept her hair down, she knew Rolan liked it down, but brushed it back neatly. She left her room and walked to Rolan’s study.

Zelphie held her ear to the door, hearing a lot of grunting and the knocking of wooden staffs. She carefully opened the door, feeling her heart beating quickly. She didn’t truly like confrontation, if that is what this was. She just wanted this all over and to have a normal morning with her family and friends. Inside, the room was empty, Rolan’s normal mess, tables and chairs and books and experiments pushed away to give Gale and Rolan space to spar. Rolan usually sparred in the morning with Cal, who was much stronger than Rolan. Rolan had a very good match in Gale. She witnessed Gale turn quickly to hit Rolan’s back, but Rolan’s tail blocked the hit and gave Gale a decent whack on the thigh.

‘By Mystra, I’m going to need to grow a tail,’ Gale grumbled and his brown eyes moved towards Zelphie. ‘Ah,’ he said and Rolan turned to look at Zelphie. He frowned and placed his staff down. ‘I should bathe,’ Gale said, excusing himself, walking up towards Zelphie and glancing down at her. She looked up at Gale and gave him a small smile. He smiled back. ‘Good morning,’ he said politely, but left right away, giving the couple some space. Zelphie looked back at Rolan, who was drinking from a glass of water, but was looking right back at her. She made eye contact with him, he looked sad. His tail was down on the ground, in between his legs and lifeless. She walked over to him and the closer she stepped, the harder it became to walk.

‘I’m sorry, Zelphie,’ he told her and she had to bite her bottom lip. Hearing his voice sent her right back to last night. ‘I…I shouldn’t make excuses…what I said to you last night was…beneath me. Alcohol can’t be blamed, my twisted jealousy is, and I am so sorry,’ he said and Zelphie stepped closer to him. ‘I cannot believe I called you that awful name, and I thought I was being whimsical, using dark humor to mask my own pain,’ he said and she frowned.

‘I’m sorry you were in pain, Rolan. That was my fault. I don’t know why I never told you about me and Astarion,’ she said and he glanced away for a moment. She took in a deep breath, she would tell him the truth then. ‘It was twice, two times in the six months we were fighting for our lives. I was desperate for normalcy and he was desperate for protection. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t attraction, it was desperation. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,’ she told him and Rolan looked her face over.

‘Did you not tell me because of my anger?’ He asked her and she shook her head quickly.

‘No, not at all. I was so busy trying to get you to like my friend I just…forgot to mention it. I forgot it happened,’ she said and sighed. ‘And I feel just as guilty towards Cal. Astarion already told him and I couldn’t afford him or you the same honesty,’ she told him and played with her claws mindlessly. ‘I didn’t mean to keep it from you, and I swear, anything that pops into my mind, from now on, I’ll be honest about, I swear,’ she said and Rolan smiled down at her. It was a small smile, he wasn’t happy, just glad at her promise, her attempt. ‘I’ve uhm…never had…sex that meant anything until you,’ she said softly. ‘It…uhm…’ she went on, trying to be honest with him. ‘It was always transactional, business, no matter how much it tore something from me…but our first time together,’ she said and looked down. ‘What we do is different,’ she told him in a small voice. She felt a gentle touch, Rolan’s hand under her chin to guide her to look back up at him. She let him guide her face until she was looking him in the eye. His red skin glowing with sweat from working out, his hair untidy, but his yellow eyes were piercing through hers. She felt him looking into her soul. He could look all he needed.

‘I feel guilty that I can’t say the same,’ he said softly and her eyebrows softened.

‘Please don’t, please don’t feel guilty about that,’ she told him and he let out a breath. ‘Whoever you shared love with previously, I appreciate them,’ she said and Rolan’s eyebrows shot up in shock. She felt a giggle escape her lips. ‘Come on, just like your sparring, practice alone makes perfect…and you are perfect,’ she said and Rolan blinked a few times. He looked as though he was having a very hard time understanding her and she laughed again.

‘I don’t…what?’ He asked her and furrowed his eyebrows.

‘Whoever you’ve shared your bed with previously helped you with your…fantastic talent, I assume, which has left me with the spoils,’ she said and grinned. That seemed to confuse Rolan even more. It was funny to watch him try to accept such a compliment. His face twisted in almost irritation. He brought his hand to his forehead.

‘I think Gale hit me too hard in the head earlier,’ he muttered.

‘He hit you in the head?’ She asked, snapping out of her silly mood. He shook his head.

‘No, but if he had, I would have deserved it,’ he said and Zelphie huffed.

‘Even if you did, only I can hit you in the head,’ she said and he smirked down at her. He placed his hands out in front of him and she took them both quickly. ‘I love you,’ she said and Rolan smiled. That felt better.

‘I love you too, I am so sorry,’ he told her and she lifted herself up on her toes.

‘I forgive you, and I’m sorry too,’ she told him and he lowered his head to meet hers.

‘You are beyond forgiven,’ he muttered before kissing her. She placed her hands from his to his face, holding his cheeks and his sharp jaw. Rolan wasted no time deepening the kiss. She heard him breathe through his nose as his lips parted. His hands on her hips, pulling her closer, just stopping once her belly got in the way. He was always so delicate with her bump, even though she knew the little one would be fine. She craved the closeness but thought his caution was sweet. He smiled down at her and looked down at her little bump. ‘I missed you too,’ he said and placed a hand on her belly.

‘Rolan,’ she said softly and he looked back up at her.

‘Gale taught me something,’ he said and straightened up, holding his hands up. Zelphie tilted her head and placed a hand on her belly.

‘Gale taught you enough,’ she said and Rolan shook his head.

‘Hush and watch,’ he told her and held out his hands, readying himself. ‘Gale taught me a trick, how to hold the entire world in my hands,’ he said and Zelphie’s brow cocked.

‘What?’ She asked and he hushed her again.

‘Just watch,’ he said and she frowned. The whole world in his hands? All of Toril between his claws? What did he even mean by that? He flourished his hands as if he would now recite an incantation. She assumed the illusion of Toril would appear, but then Rolan’s hands reached out and took her cheeks. ‘There,’ he said and Zelphie blinked a few times, waiting for the trick still. ‘The whole world, in my hands,’ he said and Zelphie got it. He had her in his hands, she was his whole world. She frowned and pouted up at him, that was stupidly sweet. Rolan chuckled a little and shook his head. ‘Don’t pout,’ he told her playfully but she pouted harder and reached up to kiss him. Rolan kissed her hard and she pulled on the fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t help her eagerness. She had missed him terribly. She nuzzled her nose to his.

‘Rolan?’ She asked as he nipped at her bottom lip, moaning lightly in response. ‘Rolan, could we go to bed?’ She asked him softly and Rolan’s lips traveled, kissing the side of her mouth. ‘Please,’ she whispered. Rolan took her hand and kissed it gently.

‘My wife does not beg,’ he told her and turned her hand around, kissing her palm and down her wrist. Being close to him again, hearing his voice, his rattling breath and the sound of his lips on her skin, Zelphie was quite aroused already. He lowered their hands and led the both of them out of his study, leaving his sparring staff behind. Zelphie’s tail curled up and she followed him to their bedroom. Asterion was walking down the hallway, passing the two. He smiled and Zelphie shook her head quickly at him, silently pleading for him to not interrupt. His smile and eyes grew, but he stayed silent. Zelphie’s heart fluttered as Rolan completely ignored Asterion and walked her right to their bedroom, his grasp on her hand tight.

Once inside, Rolan shut their door and twirled her around and their lips caught each other’s once more. Zelphie’s lips parted and her tongue grazed his fangs playfully. She couldn’t help but take in his body odor from exercising. He smelled like his pillow did, that little musk of his that drove her crazy. She moaned lightly and tangled her fingers in his hair. One of Rolan’s hands held her backside, kneading her flesh. The other hand he lifted up and waved to simultaneously shut the curtains, darkening the room. A second wave of his hand and the illusion in the ceiling changed from a bright sky to a starry sky. Zelphie lifted her head to see and she smiled. Rolan impatiently picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her carefully to their bed and placed her down gently. He began to unstring her bodice and she reached up to kiss him again.

‘I missed you,’ she whispered and she shuffled off the top of her dress. Rolan’s head dipped right now as her breasts were exposed, kissing the very tender skin, his tongue over her nipple gently. She hissed and moaned. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive during pregnancy. Rolan had a hard time holding back, he loved biting her, but he would be gentle. Zelphie watched him, stroking his hair lovingly. He glanced up at her, and the look he gave her made shivers run down her spin. He closed his eyes and switched her other breast, kneading the nipple of the one he had just finished with. As he caressed her with his tongue, Zelphie continued to watch him, placing her hand on the ties of his trousers. Rolan chuckled, the vibrations of such tickling her skin and she shivered again. He leaned up, helping her with his trousers and he removed his wrap shirt as well, tossing the linen fabric to the floor. He crawled close to her, unhooking the straps that remained of her dress. He looked her over, admiring her body. She watched him closely. He placed a hand on her belly bump, tracing it lovingly.

‘Oh but I missed you so much more,’ he said and his eyes traveled back to hers. His hand cupped her cheek. ‘I’m sorry I made you feel less than what you are, my love. You are perfect,’ he told her and she nudged her forehead. ‘I’m the biggest fool in the world,’ he whispered and she nudged him.

‘Don’t talk about my husband like that,’ she told him and he hummed a laugh. ‘I’ll push you out of the window.’ He chuckled and kissed her deeply. Her tail curled around his thigh, the tip carefully caressed his cock and balls. He sighed into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down as she laid on her back. He kept himself hovering over her with one arm on the bed. The other hand on his cock, rubbing the tip on her clit. Zelphie sighed and moved her hips against him.

‘Soaking already? My sweet girl,’ he whispered. Zelphie lifted her hips and he pressed his forehead to hers.

‘Please fuck me, I want to cum on your cock, I want you to feel what you do to me,’ she whimpered, grinding her hips up to him.

‘Begging? I told you, my wife doesn’t beg,’ he said softly, obeying her wish. Slowly, he slid into her wet entrance and she gasped and then groaned. He flicked the wrist of his now free hand to summon a mage hand. The hand floated in between the couple and it pressed the pad of its thumb to Zelphie’s clit. She hummed and whined, looking up at Rolan, who was not breaking eye contact with her. He began thrusting his hips slowly, allowing her to get used to the sensation of his cock and the hand. He sat up so he could watch her. She was gripping the bed, watching him. His chest heaved slowly as he pushed in and out, a low purr of a growl escaping her chest as he did so. Her eyes left his to look at his torso. The rough infernal ridges that moved with each thrust and breath. She reached over to touch the ridges coming down his torso and hips, that rubbed against her inner thighs.

‘Oh Rolan…oh!’ She squealed as she felt a wave hit her core, a little shock of pleasure. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.

‘Does it feel good? Hm? Do I feel good?’ He asked her, spreading her right leg over a little and she moaned, feeling him hit deeper inside of her.

‘Yes,’ she cried and swallowed hard.

‘Look at me,’ he said and with every fiber of her being that she could muster, she opened her eyes with a flutter to look at him again. He leaned down, placing a hand on her cheek and jaw, his thumb on her lips. Her lips parted and she could barely taste the salt of his thumb. She was having a hard time concentrating on looking at him, all she could do was feel, feel him inside of her, feel the mage hand making quick work of her.

‘Yes, yes, Rolan, I’m…’ she said and threw her head back, that familiar and needed pulsing wave of warmth and euphoria coursing through her. She felt her muscles pulse around Rolan and he grunted.

‘Don’t you push me out,’ he said, thrusting harder as she writhed beneath him. ‘Oh fuck, fuck that’s….divine,’ he muttered and leaned back over, getting close to her again. His hands held up up, fucking her deep and quickly. Her hips rocked back and forth, riding her orgasm, while trying to control herself as the mage hand kept its pace and Rolan just went quicker. Her hips began to buck and Rolan slipped out. He sighed, sat up and patted her bottom. Shaking, Zelphie got up and flipped around, feeling the slickness between her legs. Rolan took his pillow and placed it in front of her. Zelphie got on all fours, lifting her tail to allow Rolan access again. She felt his hands on her backside. He admired her beside, her lips dripping with arousal. He raised one hand and slapped her left cheek and she whimpered. Her body quivered, another little rush of nirvana hitting her body with that contact. ‘You are all mine, aren’t you?’ He asked and she looked behind her to make eye contact.

‘Yes,’ she said and her tail snaked up his chest, coiling over her shoulder possessively. He kissed the side of her tail and she lifted her backside when she felt him nudged at her entrance.

‘Good girl, move up just a little more,’ he said and she arched her back and he moaned happily. ‘Very good girl,’ he said and pushed himself back in. Zelphie cooed, pressing her backside against him and he chuckled. ‘My eager darling,’ he said, guiding her hips as she rocked back and forth. He moaned as she panted. ‘Oh, yes, just like that, I’ll be quick,’ he muttered. Her tail gripped around his shoulder as she kept her pace steady. This position was much more agreeable to her condition, and she knew Rolan liked it, she would do just anything for him in the bedroom. This was nothing. Pleasing him by taking charge and letting him just feel pleasure was pleasure for her. She felt Rolan rocking his hips against hers and her tail curled around his neck playfully.

‘Cum for me, my love,’ she whispered, moaning loudly. ‘I want to feel you, I want it,’ she begged and Rolan dug his claws into her hips, thrusting faster for his own pleasure and he leaned over her, his chest up against her back. She felt her vestigial wings rub against him, his corrugated skin rough with each thrust, and she felt his teeth on her shoulder, biting down and breaking the skin. Zelphie cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. It hurt when he bit her but the feeling of ecstasy surrounding Rolan’s almost feral neediness for her soothed the pain to pure pleasure. She reached under herself, touching herself, rubbing her clot furiously, wanting to cum with him. She went first, convulsing her body under him, and she felt his teeth dig into her skin deeper as she pulsed around him. He moaned, whimpered and tensed up, his grip on her hips tightened, and then he let his grip on her shoulder go. She heard him panting and she looked behind her and kissed him.

‘I love you,’ he muttered, kissing her again. She sighed happily into his kiss.

‘I love you more,’ she told him and he sat up, looking down at her, at her back and patted her backside gently.

‘I won’t abide by that, I have a much better view than yourself,’ he said and she rolled to her back and laughed.

‘Well, I hope I’m nicer to look at than the headboard,’ she teased and he smirked.

‘I meant me,’ he told her and she snorted.

‘No way, I’m your rotund wife and you…you my husband get fitter every single day and mmmm…’ she said and leaned up. ‘Your hair,’ she started and Rolan almost nervously pushed his now loose hair behind his pointed ear. ‘It’s so long and regal, that little stripe of gray is enough to make me go wild.’ Rolan’s eyebrows shot up.

‘That was a lot to take in,’ he teased her. ‘You like the gray? Goodness, what is our little one doing to your mind?’ He asked and she shook her head.

‘Rolan! It’s gorgeous, how dare you. Gods, it’s…dignified, I love it,’ she told him and he looked down for a moment, a little smile on his face.

‘Well then, maybe I’ll wear it down more often,’ he said and she just bit her lip. She would love him to wear his hair down, but he liked it up. He liked it neat, so she wouldn’t persuade him. ‘Anything to keep my wife happy,’ he told her and she smiled up at him.

‘You don’t have to do much, you do know I find you incredibly attractive,’ she told him and he shifted next to her on the bed.

‘Tieflings are known for their strange taste in beauty,’ he said and she laughed.

‘Rolan, I swear, you know you’re attractive,’ she told him and he hummed as he laid back on his pillow. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder. ‘When I first laid eyes on you…a year ago, you know what my first thought was?’ She asked and he hummed in response again, still leaving kisses on her shoulder and neck. ‘Gods I hope he makes it to Baldur’s Gate, and I hope he stops in my jewelry shop when I get cured,’ she said and he laughed.

‘You know what I first thought when I saw you?’ He asked and she laughed.

‘That I was annoying?’ She asked and he hummed again and she laughed again.

‘Yes, but because I had hoped that such a powerful and beautiful sorcerer would have been on my side against Cal and Lia,’ he said and she giggled. ‘But no, that was the first of many times you stuck your pretty little nose in my business and the first time you genuinely made me angry,’ he told her and she turned to look at him.

‘Look at us now,’ she said and he grinned at her.

‘I was never, ever more blind than I was back then,’ he told her and she laughed.

‘You were going through a lot, finding romance was more than likely not a priority for you,’ she said and he nodded. ‘All of this was worth the wait,’ she told him and Rolan nuzzled her face with his.

As much as the couple would have loved staying in bed for the rest of the day, they had guests. Guests who deserved their attention and their apologies. Rolan bathed and Zelphie left the bedroom and walked to the sitting room. There was Gale, admiring a bookshelf. Bless Gale, Zelphie thought to herself.

‘Reminds you of home, I hope,’ she said and Gale spun with a smile on his face. She smiled back at him.

‘Yes, though, I hate to admit, Rolan is a better housekeeper, with my condition gone, I have acquired quite the plethora of artifacts,’ he said and she walked closer to him and he held his hands behind his back.

‘I’m sure Tara is mortified,’ she said and he laughed and nodded, pointing at her.

‘Right as rain, you,’ he said and Zelphie grinned. ‘So, is uhm….is everything alright?’ He asked and Zelphie nodded.

‘Yes, Gale, and I apologize for last night and this morning. I’m afraid Rolan’s nightmare has come true in being a bad host,’ she said and Gale shook his head.

‘I wouldn’t dream of thinking that, no? I played the part of a bad guest. Which I believe is a worse sin, I fear,’ he said and Zelphie shook her head. ‘I am the sorry one, you were right last night, it was not my place to say what I said to Rolan. I just couldn’t think of another way to have him believe me that you and I-‘

‘I know, I know, he’s…’ she sighed and shook her head. ‘One day it will sink in, that he earned all of this, that he deserves my unconditional love, but I am still working on it,’ she said and Gale nodded.

‘I understand that feeling all too well,’ he said and Zelphie smirked.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand two powerful, talented and handsome men, kind to their core, loving to their core, with the biggest egos that can’t grasp that they deserve love,’ she said and Gale smirked, pointing at her.

‘Because, Zelphie, a man like myself or Rolan will never stop wondering if those in our lives keep us around because we deserve love, or if they just like a talented man by their side,’ he said and Zelphie’s face softened. She thought it was ridiculous, but there was an understanding there, finally. Did Rolan think Zelphie only stuck around for his talent? HIs money? His position? Of course she didn’t, but hearing it from her sage friend in such a way really made her think.

‘Thank you for that, Gale,’ she said and Gale smiled. ‘I think I needed to hear that,’ she said and Gale smiled. ‘Oh! And speaking of immense talent, proof of Rolan’s best possible quality, his patience with me,’ she said and held out her hand. Gale watched her closely, a blue light glowing around her hand as she concentrated. A black lily appeared, floating for a moment and fell gracefully into her palm. She presented it to Gale. ‘Take that mister Professor of the School of Illusion,’ she said and Gale’s eyes widened and he laughed.

‘Well, I’ll be damned a second time,’ he said and he took the flower. ‘Look at you! And not a stray spark to be seen!’ he said and inspected the flower and Zelphie beamed proudly.

‘Took MONTHS, but I think I’ve nailed that particular flower,’ she said and Gale chuckled.

‘You should be very proud of yourself, if I didn’t teach this, I would believe you plucked this from a garden,’ he said and she scowled.

‘Teach this nothing, it’s perfect,’ she insisted and Gale raised an eyebrow.

‘I can feel the Weave wherever it may be, Zelphie,’ he said and she wrinkled her nose. The lily disappeared and Gale smiled down at her.

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the-lincyclopedia · 2 years ago

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On healthy relationships

Recently, I saw a post about how “healthy relationships are built, not found,” which I mostly agree with, but a lot of the advice in the post didn’t resonate with me. I’m not sure if that was because it was bad advice, or if it’s just that humans have different needs and preferences and there are multiple ways to build a healthy relationship, with different ways that work better for different people, or something else.

Regardless, I’m a little over two months into a relationship that is so far the healthiest I’ve ever had, so I figured I’d share some factors that I think are contributing to things going so well for me at present. A lot of this comes back to the fact that I decided before this relationship started that I would rather deal with a fundamental incompatibility by breaking up than by putting either of us in a position of trying to cram ourselves into a place we don’t fit. That feels essential to me, and I also haven’t seen it talked about much when it comes to relationship advice.

So yeah, here’s what I’m very consciously doing because I want my relationship to be healthy if it’s going to exist at all:

1. I’m not pretending to be anything I’m not. This isn’t to say I have zero filter--if an unkind thought pops into my head, I still try not to say it out loud. But I’m not pretending to like things I find boring, or to be okay with behavior I find ethically dubious, or to be more relaxed or cool or whatever than I am, or any of the other many types of pretending that are all too common in the early stages of relationships when people are trying to impress one another. My significant other can take me or leave me as I am, but I’m going to be me regardless.

2. I’m bringing up potential deal-breakers early, in both directions. Before my current significant other and I got together, there was a lot we didn’t know about each other, so after I told him I liked him, I made a list of questions that I needed answers to before making a final decision about whether to date him. (I did this after telling him I liked him because most of the things on the list would have been none of my business if dating hadn’t been on the table.)

But I’m not just asking questions of him; I’m also answering his questions and telling him things that aren’t going to change about me, because there’s stuff about me that I don’t want him to be surprised by later. These have ranged from “I’m asexual” to “the metro area I live in is really important to me and I’m not leaving, even though you live elsewhere” to “I don’t want to have kids” to “here are some things I’ve done in the past that I’m not proud of that you might have feelings about.” I may be going overboard on this, but I would much rather we know these things about each other before we make big commitments to one another than wind up with a nasty shock later.

3. I’m saying no when I want or need to. I was raised in a family where saying no was not encouraged, and because of that, I got into a pattern in relationships where I would do whatever was asked of me, even if I found it exhausting or traumatic--and then, often, I would get upset about doing something that was so hard on me. In recent years, I’ve realized that it’s better--both in romantic relationships and in much of the rest of life--to say no if I’m being asked to do something that I’m going to regret or resent. Depending on my reasons for saying no, sometimes I’m willing to negotiate and other times I’m not, but getting out of the habit of immediately saying yes in all circumstances has been really important for my ability to have healthy relationships.

4. I’m speaking up when something bothers me. My family of origin doesn’t deal well with conflict, and I was very much raised to graciously accept whatever love was tossed my way, regardless of how it felt for me or which of my boundaries it crossed. Reacting with anything other than gratitude and humility was considered ungrateful. But shockingly, that’s not a good way to have a healthy relationship! Even more shockingly, a good partner will want to know when they’ve hurt you or even just bothered you. It has been hard to learn to speak up after a lifetime of being told to hold my tongue, but I’m doing it, and my relationship is so much better for it.

I’ve said here before that becoming the best version of yourself--learning to communicate well, respect people, and handle conflict maturely--is the best way to position yourself well for a healthy relationship. This very much only works when both people are putting in the work. Everything I listed above could be twisted, punished, or taken advantage of in an abusive relationship. This is not a list of tips to keep yourself safe from someone who means badly or is less emotionally mature than you are; it’s an incomplete list of actions that can help you flourish if/when you do hit the relationship jackpot.

I really hope you hit the relationship jackpot.

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Truth

[The Best Friends/AFAB!Reader/OC]

Summary: A night with Chuck, Trent, and OC leads to many things being said, especially a confession from you that piques everyone's interest.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! oral sex [fem receiving], vaginal fingering, group sex, multiple orgasms, foursome, unprotected sex (i'm forgetful, if i did happen to not put something here give me a gentle nudge and i'll fix it!)

Word Count: 4,000+ (4321 to be exact)

A/N: I love Chuck Taylor... I mean I love all of them but I think you'll be able to see who my favorite is...

It is just you, Chuck, Trent, and OC. Danhausen has retired to his room, he said it was too late and he needed to rest, so you four are left sitting on the hotel room floor. You are laid out staring at the ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. Chuck is on the left of you, Trent on the right of you and Orange is across from you.

You shut your eyes momentarily, “We could play a game?” Your voice is soft and uncertain.

“That’s actually a good idea,” Chuck pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you, “but what?”

“Truth or Dare,” You suggest, regretting it almost immediately. Without thinking, you add onto the game, “But spicy.”

“Spicy how?” Trent’s brows furrow.

You’re caught in headlights. You shrug, “We can disregard that. If you want.”

“No, no,” Chuck is smirking, “That sounds fun. Unless you aren’t comfortable.”

“You guys are my friends, it’s fine. I trust you to not… go overboard.”

They all smile at you and nod. You sit up and rake your fingers through your hair, trying to think if this is actually a good idea. They suggest you go first, you did suggest the game after all, and you take a moment to think.

“Uh,” Your eyes cut upwards, “I pass my turn to Chuck.” This makes Trent and Chuck burst out laughing. “I can’t think of anything!”

“Okay,” Chuck smiles widely at you, and your stomach flips. ‘Oh God, he’s going to target me,’ You’re screaming to yourself. His eyes quickly flick to OC and you briefly untense. “I’ll start with Orange, since you seem concerned.” He places a hand on you. Your stomach flips again. “Truth or dare?”

Orange Cassidy’s eyes flick up to Chuck, looking a thim through his lashes. He shrugs, “Truth.”

Chuck gives him a toothy grin and decides to go slightly easy on him. “Is there someone in this room you’d fuck?”

“Yes.”

That was a fast response. Chuck does not ask him to elaborate. But, it does set the tone for the rest of the game. It’s now Orange’s turn and his eyes land on you. He’s looking at you over his sunglasses and your breath catches in your throat.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Trent lets out a groan, “This should just be called truth.”

Chuck, OC, and you give Trent a look. “Calm down,” Chuck swats a hand at him, “It’s the beginning of the game. Anyway, we gotta cut (Y/N) some slack.”

This lights a fire in you. You don’t change your answer, but you’re prepared to show them they don’t need to cut you some slack.

“Are you as innocent as you act?” Orange’s facial expression is unchanging, as if he isn’t interested in what you’re about to say. However Chuck and Trent look at you with bated breath. They seem interested.

Keeping a straight face, you hit them with a ‘no’. Trent and Chuck let out an ‘oh’ and Orange cocks a brow at you. You do not elaborate. If he wanted to know more, he would have asked more. It’s now your turn and you shift towards Trent. “Truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna make this easy on you,” He says in a playful tone, “Truth.”

“And you got mad at them for picking truth?” Chuck rolls his eyes.

You ignore Chuck and hit Trent with your question, “One of your biggest kinks?”

“Easy. Voyeurism.”

You stick that in the back of your mind, and hope that it will come in handy later. Trent rubs his hands together and looks at Chuck. “(Y/N) may be an easy target, but you haven’t gone yet, so truth or dare, Chuck?”

“I’m gonna change things up a bit here… Dare.”

Trent laughs, “Finally. Chuck, I dare you to confess something to the last person you texted.”

Chuck is quick to grab his phone, while asking “Like what kind of confession?” Before Trent can respond, Chuck sighs. Trent ignores the sigh and gives an answer.

“I don’t know dude. You text us and Danhausen. So stick to the theme if it’s us. Especially if it’s Danhausen actually.”

“Well you’re in luck,” Chuck skips over you and looks directly at Trent. “It happens to be someone in this room. Do you want me to text the confession?”

“Chuck, you ask too many questions.” Orange is leaned back against the wall, not caring to look at Chuck.

“Chuck, I don't care. As long as it’s a confession.”

You watch as Chuck grabs his phone and pauses. He’s in deep thought and begins to type. You wait for him to hit the send button. Your eyes go wide for the one moment the room is silent. Then a phone buzzes. You notice it’s yours, on the nightstand beside one of the queen sized beds.

Chuck, Trent, and Orange all motion for you to go check it and you slowly get up. As you walk towards your phone you can feel their eyes on you. You pick your phone up and check the message.

‘Don’t tell them, but we’ve all talked about you. How attractive we think you are. I’m not the only one who likes you.’

Your face heats up immediately. You’re stuck staring at your phone. Their eyes are still on you, and you are left wondering if they've been checking you out this whole time. You exhale slowly and try to seem unbothered.

“Well, what does it say?” Trent is the first to speak up.

“You didn’t say I had to share.” You give him a sly smile. You lock your phone and place it in your pocket, and walk back over to the group. You sit a little closer to Chuck than you had before and Trent notices. If Orange does, he doesn’t let it show.

Chuck is up again and his eyes are on you, “Truth or dare?”

You want to pick dare, badly. But, the fact that these guys seem ruthless… you stick with your gut feeling telling you to pick truth. Chuck places his finger on his chin and inhales sharply through his nose. “It’s okay, hit me with whatever you want. Like I said earlier, I trust you guys… For now…” Your eyes narrow playfully at Chuck.

“Ok, have you ever had to fake it?”

You’re shocked for a good fifteen seconds. And Chuck gives you a confused look. You finally answer the question before they can tell you that you don’t have to, but you do sound more embarrassed than you mean to.

“Yeah, actually,” you scratch the back of your neck, “I don’t remember a time I haven’t faked it…” You let out a nervous laugh. The awkwardness in the air could be absolutely sliced through and you briefly think about running. Fast and far.

“That’s sad.” OC is the first to speak up.

“Thanks.” You nod at him. There is more silence as you and Orange sort of give each other a nod. Then you break the silence, quite violently. “It wasn’t for lack of trying on my end.” You bring your hand up to your chest and they are all watching you. Chuck slides in with ‘of course’ and you carry on, “I’m just a Grade A people pleaser, in and out of the bedroom, and my last partner kinda… ran with that?”

The words suddenly don’t stop.

“I found myself faking many an orgasm just to get that fucker to take his hands off me and go the fuck to sleep. I mean? Someone can only enjoy missionary for so long! Especially if you’re gonna be so sloppy and only care about yourself!” You throw your hands up in the air, “And! And, that was my last boyfriend, I’ve been single for a while now-”

“You’ve never received any good head, or anything like that?”

“No!” You look at Trent and cross your arms, “It’s not your turn and you didn’t ask me truth or dare.” You look over at the clock on the nightstand and sigh, “Sorry guys… I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It’s getting late, I should probably head back to my room.”

You unfold your legs from under you and start to head towards the door. It’s silent again, but it’s not so deafening this time. Instead, it’s very calming. Giving you time to collect your thoughts. And your thoughts are ‘go the fuck to bed’. Your hand grabs the cool, metal handle of the door and you begin to open it.

“Wait.” Chuck stops you.

You freeze and turn your head over your shoulder, closing the door. You don’t think much about how he said it and almost think he’s going to apologize. You expect a goodnight and goodbye, but you don’t expect what’s about to come out of his mouth.

“You can stay if you want.” Chuck stands up and begins to make his way towards you. Your body turns completely towards your group of friends and you cock your head. Your back is almost against the door. Chuck reaches you, standing closer than you expect, and he leans down to your level. “In fact, we would love to help you release some of your frustrations.”

Your eyes almost bug out of your head. You muster the courage to finally talk, and in the quietest voice you ask, “Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?”

“I think I can speak for all of us when I say yes.”

“Okay.” It’s the only thing you can say. ‘Okay’. You feel silly for that being the only thing that comes from your mouth, but you can only process one thing at a time. And words aren’t that one thing when someone presents an opportunity like this to you.

Trent and OC are still sitting on the floor, their eyes watching you as they wait for what’s coming next. Chuck is standing in front of you, smiling widely at your answer. You bite the inside of your lip and swallow hard. You aren’t sure what to say or do now. You gave the okay, but…

“What now?” You can’t take your eyes off of Chuck.

“Whatever you want.”

You nod, “Okay, well I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you three as well-”

“We’ll start there,” His voice is calming, reassuring. You’re grateful that he doesn’t pull you to the middle of the room, he’s giving you your space, while being practically on top of you. You feel safe. “What do you think about?”

“Uh,” You draw a blank. “I think- This is slightly embarrassing.” You let out a nervous laugh and hug yourself tightly. “I’ve never had my feelings cared for like this.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” Trent is smiling at you from his spot on the floor and OC nods.

“Alright,” You close your eyes tight. “I’ve thought about all of you fucking me. Especially Orange Cassidy. His cool, no cares attitude is very attractive.” You inhale sharply, holding your breath and your eyes are still screwed shut. You then squint one eye open and examine the room. Orange and Trent are both standing up now, and your stomach is flipping.

You try to relax and open your eyes all the way. You exhale slowly and wait for someone to say something.

“Orange, would you like to do the honors?” Trent is quick to ask when he realizes how nervous the quiet makes you.

“Of course,” He is smirking, a sight you are definitely not used to seeing, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. He doesn’t move towards you at first, because you’re frozen where you are. No boundaries are going to be overstepped and you are thankful for that.

Chuck does end up grabbing your hand and asking quietly if this is okay. You nod and let him lead you further into the room. Once you meet Orange, your face is heating up and fast. Your whole body is burning and you are craving physical touch. Chuck lets go of your hand and you're staring at Orange’s sunglasses, trying your best to read his expression.

“Are you sure this is okay-” You start to ask them, “-this isn’t some ‘oh, we feel bad for (Y/N)’ thing is it?”

“I can assure you, this is more than okay.” Trent is the first one to talk. Chuck and Orange nod at the statement. “And we aren’t doing this ‘cause we feel bad for you, we want you to feel good.”

You nod and look back at Orange with curious eyes. He makes the first move. His hands cup your face, gently. You grab his forearms and are still trying to figure out what’s going through his head. You don’t have much time to think about it, as Orange moves in and begins kissing you. You’re quick to kiss back

His lips are soft and his movements are calculated and very much thought through. His tongue runs across the bottom of your lip and you open your mouth slightly. Orange takes no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands move from your face and to your hips, and your hands move to around his neck.

You begin to maneuver yourself towards one of the beds and Orange does not fight that. You fall back on the bed and Orange is holding himself above you, his lips not leaving yours. Your hips buck into his and you let out a whine.

Orange moves his mouth from yours and to your jawline. He begins to move down to your neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. Your hands are gripping his jean jacket and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“Fuck,” Your voice is quiet, strained, “please- please fuck me.”

“Uh-uh,” You hear Chuck from across the room and look at him with wide eyes, “Not yet. We can’t fuck you without some foreplay!”

You throw your head back and groan. Suddenly, your legs are being pulled from down from Orange’s waist and he pulls himself up. He unbuttons your pants and begins to pull them down. You shimmy out of them and kick them across the room. Orange then goes for the waistband of your panties. His fingers slip under the fabric and he smirks as he touches your pussy.

“Already so wet…”

Orange’s fingers are slow to push past your folds. His eyes, behind his sunglasses, lock with yours and he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt. You let out a whine and grab the sheets beneath you, balling the fabric in your fists. Orange moves down to your neck again and begins nipping and sucking on the skin. Your hips buck upward as his fingers pull out and you gasp when he pushes back into you.

He is quick to pick a pace and stick with it. Orange is not sloppy. He is anything but at the moment. You are a whining mess under him. You are begging for more, pleading that he lets you cum. You want release, one that only he can give.

“Orange,” You yelp out, “I’m close-”

You need not say more. His fingers move a little faster, his thumb moving to your clit. He rubs circles, methodically. Between that and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re ready to lose it.

You are sent over the edge. Your whole body tenses, and your hips buck one last time. You’re mumbling under Orange, no one can quite catch what you’re talking about. All they know is you’re seeing stars. Orange’s fingers slow down and he pulls them from you, as to not overstimulate you.

You are left alone on the bed, in only your panites and shirt. But you aren’t alone for long. The bed shifts behind you and your head is gently lifted up. You look to find Chuck positioning himself, your head in his lap and his hands on your shoulders. He gives you a soft smile and your stomach flips once more.

The bottom of the bed shifts this time, and you look down to see Trent sitting on his knee in front of you. Trent’s hands grab your thighs and you let him pull them apart. He doesn’t move them much, and once he’s situated between your legs, he gives you a curious look.

“You up for more?” He cocks his head at you.

“Yes!” It’s enthusiastic. And all Trent needs to hear. He is eager to pull your underwear down and you lift your hips to help the process. Trent begins to kiss your inner thighs, working his way up towards the throbbing heat between your legs. Once he reaches your pussy, he is soft and slow.

Trent takes his time with you. He is just about as calculated as Orange, if not more so. His tongue laps at you, taking all of you in he can. He focuses on your clit, and moves back to licking stripes up your pussy.

“You’re doing so good~” One of Chuck’s hands cups your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. You nod, the praise only pushing you further. Too hung up on Chuck’s words, you don’t realize Trent is helping himself as he eats you out. You only figure it out as he moans into you.

Your hips buck and you cry out his name. Your eyes lock with Chuck’s and he smiles at you. His thumb rubs down your cheek. Trent lets out another moan and you gasp, hips rolling.

“Close- Again-” Your hips begin to roll a little more violently. Your eyes roll back as one of your hands ball the sheets up again, and your other is gripping Chuck’s forearm. You let out a loud moan, before calling out Trent’s name. Your legs tense, tightening around Trent. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Neither of you can stop moaning long enough to even mind.

Your phone begins to ring from across the room and that doesnt even snap you out of the fucked haze you’re in. You don’t care to answer it, until Chuck mentions it’s ringing again. You groan and sit up once Trent pulls away from you. You notice Orange on the other bed, taking care of himself as well.

“I’ll grab it for you,” Chuck gives you a kiss on the top of your head and gets up. He grabs the phone from your pants pocket and brings it to you. You notice it’s Ruby and your eyes widen slightly.

“I forgot to tell her where I was-” You call her back without thinking, forgetting that Orange was still across the room rubbing one out. You sit half naked on the bed, waiting for her to answer.

“(Y/N),” Her voice is full of worry, “I’ve been worried sick-”

“I’m just hanging out with-” Orange lets out a quiet, muffled moan and your eyes shoot over to him. Your words taper off and you hear Ruby let out a huff. “Oh, sorry, I may not make it back tonight. It’s late and I’m- um, tired.”

“Yeah, I can tell, did I wake you up?” Ruby is less concerned now, but more curious than anything. Your pause is enough to make it click and she clears her throat, “Oh, did you meet someone?”

It’s not on speaker, but your phone is turned up enough for the others to catch what she’s saying. Chuck snorts, “Yeah, a few people.”

You freeze, praying she did not hear him.

“Was that Chuck?”

Chuck almost loses his mind. You let out a terrified squeak and resist the urge to just hang up. “Well I’m not going to say it wasn’t-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna let you go, just wanted to know you were safe.” And with a bye, she hangs up. You throw your phone down and yourself back on the bed. You grab a pillow and let out a loud scream into it. You lay there, silent, and put the pillow back. “Well, that went worse than I had hoped for.”

Chuck and Trent are trying not to laugh, and you pout at them. Chuck clears his throat and smirks at you, “I think I know a way to get your mind off that.” And just like that you remember why you’re still in their room.

“Please, I need that out of my head.”

Chuck is eager for his turn. You’re still sitting on the bed, and Chuck motions for you to scoot up, towards the pillows. You follow his instructions and he begins to undress. You remember your shirt is still on and are quick to remove it, along with your bra.

Trent and Orange are both resting on the other bed now. Leaving you and Chuck with the other one. You lay there, vulnerable and open. Ready for the taking. And for once, you don’t mind it. It doesn’t bother you that your body is seemingly on display for three of your friends. You’re having the best night of your life, and you’re glad it’s your friends giving you this experience.

Chuck is eager to begin. He takes his time with you though. He positions himself over you and you inhale deeply. He can tell you’re a little nervous still. He begins to kiss you, and every bit of anxiety seems to leave. Chuck is leaning over you, holding himself up with one arm, his other tracing down your ribs.

“You mentioned earlier not liking missionary, right?” Chuck asks, eliciting a nod from you. “It’s not my favorite either.” And with that, you’re flipped over. Ass up, face in the pillows. You gas. “Is this alright?”

You nod. You can get used to all of these questions being asked. You can get used to being this comfortable and enjoying every bit of everything happening.

Chuck starts to angle himself at your entrance, his hands resting on your hips. You look over towards Trent and Orange, who both seem ready for another round of whatever the fuck you four have going on. While focusing on them, Chuck takes the chance to slip inside of you. You moan out as soon as he enters, walls tensing around him.

He begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, “Be as loud as you want,” He leans over you, “I want to know how good I make you feel.”

You nod, words not working for the time being. Your breathing becomes heavy as Chuck picks up his pace. His thrusts are becoming slightly faster. Once he reaches a pace you are very reactive to, he sticks with it, not faltering even a little bit. You find yourself biting down on the pillow under you and as soon as you let it go, a loud pleasure filled sob rips form your throat.

“Fuck!” You wail out. Chuck keeps going. He’s groaning behind you, Trent and Orange are beating it once again, your cries of pleasure fueling their desires. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, along with the bed slightly squeaking under you. You can’t focus on those things though. You can only focus on what you’re feeling. You only want to focus on how amazing you are feeling.

Chuck’s thrusts become slightly off from what they were as he begins to feel euphoria himself. You can tell he’s growing close, because of the noises he’s starting to make. Not only are his thrusts growing a little sloppy, he is getting louder.

You lay under him, crying for more. Crying about how close you are. Crying for release. He gives you everything you’re asking for.

Chuck’s thrusts begin to speed up even more. He’s hitting places you’ve never even felt before and you’re left seeing stars. You scrunch up the covers under you one more time. Everything in you is tense. Chuck is keeping your hips up as it’s become hard for you to hold them up yourself. His grip on you is slightly bruising and you don’t even care. You hope it does bruise, you want nothing more than to feel this for days after it’s over.

One last cry rips from you as you finally hit the euphoria you’ve been looking for. The cry turns into a long, drawn out moan and you notice Chuck’s thrust slowing down.

“Where?”

You resist the primal urge to say ‘inside’, and quickly reply with “Stomach.” Before you know it, Chuck is no longer in you and you’re being flipped onto your back. Chuck grabs his cock and pumps it until he comes. Hard and fast and all over your stomach. It’s warm and sticky and you don’t even mind.

Chuck falls over beside you and you take a moment to take everything in. All of you are breathing loudly, catching your breaths. Your chest is heaving and you turn to look at Chuck. You realize it’s over. You begin to sit up and take yourself to the bathroom. “Um, thanks? I, uh- do you want me to leave?”

“No!” They all reply, but Orange sounds slightly less enthusiastic than his friends. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you look at all of them. Chuck shifts and you look back at him. “I mean, you can if you want. But it’d be very rude of us to make you clean yourself up and then go back to your room all by yourself.”

“So… I can stay here? Like, it won’t be an issue.”

They all let out a snort, “It’s fine. In fact I’d much prefer you stay.” You nod at Chuck. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can all of us fit in the bathroom?” You ask as you stand up.

“We’re about to figure out.”

You didn’t imagine the night ending the way it had. And you sure as hell didn’t think your morning would be starting this way. But you wouldn't change it for anything.

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