“Sylus,” you whisper. It nearly comes out as a purr. A plea.
You’re on tippy-toe, clasping his hand with two of yours, tangling your fingers together. Pressing your warm bosom against his bicep, and he serves as your anchor in a world slowly blurring into colors, sounds, and sensations.
Sylus angles himself closer to you, offering the gentleman he’d been conversing with a curt, dismissive smile before grazing your ear with his lips.
“Everything alright?”
The abrasive, low gravel of his voice shoots straight to your core, and you pinch your thighs together to ward off the pleasant throbbing taking place between them.
Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. Lids droop as the scenery beyond your boyfriend’s arm bends in and out of focus. You smoosh your cheek against his arm, trying vainly to maintain your bearings.
“I, um…I think someone put something in my drink.”
His brows lift in alarm. He snatches you closer until you stumble over his feet. Then, he drapes an arm about your shoulders, tethering you to the rigid pane of his body with fingers snuck up into your coif.
“What did you say?”
You cling to the lapels of his jacket. Brush your lips against the material, leaving a pretty, rouge smudge on it. “Yeah. It’s alright, though,” you laugh all breathy. Nuzzle into the safety his chest exudes, innocently gazing up into eyes that burn like fire. “Kinda like how it feels.”
He blinks disbelievingly at you. Works his mouth around a rebuttal. But to set his worries to rest, you discreetly guide his hand between your legs, grateful your dress hides your misdeeds from the prying eyes of the museum gala’s other guests.
Sylus sucks in a breath when he feels you, hot and pulsing and so very wet in his palm. You momentarily lock eyes, and you nod drunkenly in confirmation.
He draws you impossibly closer, your hands clasped around his biceps for leverage. “That bad?” he queries on a rasp, making you feel weaker.
You shudder with a pathetic whimper escaping your lips when he cups your muff, your legs threatening to give way if not for his arm around your waist keeping you upright.
“That bad.”
“Do we need to leave?” he asks, voice strained with barely concealed desire. He idly sways your bodies to the soft, ambient jazz music being played by the band. Reluctantly, he retracts his hand from the milky mess between your thighs, instead perching it on your waist.
You chuckle, still trying to catch your breath. “Probably.”
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What do you think of ferrets? I’ve got a few and they’re delightful little buggers
I LOVE FERRETS also I have a friend who has three ferrets and they are called Mimble, Wimble, and Beef Stroganoff which kills me every damn time I hear it
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Harry: Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do.
Draco: Yes, tell me.
Harry: You’re gonna stay at least five hundred feet away from me for the rest of our graduation party night.
Draco: Sensible plan.
Harry: I’m not done.
Draco: Of course you’re not.
Harry: Then at midnight, you’re gonna come to my dorm on the Gryffindor Tower where I’m going to do some very bad things to you.
Draco: …
Harry: Use my cloak so no one will see you coming in
Draco: Got it
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Reece. I have named him Reece. I love him and I need someone to write about him.😫. I’m not a writer and Definitely not an artist. That’s why I need someone to write him/Reece. I hate that I couldn’t find a better pic of him but y’all know who he is😉
I’m in lust I mean love with him❤️
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Doms who get all stupid and needy the second they see their sub ready and willing for them send tweet 😤😤😤
Doms who want to tease, want to draw it out, ask their subs to put on a show and prove why they deserve to be played with…. Only to feel their brain fry at how sweetly their submissive obeys, offering themselves so enthusiastically, so completely, looking so irresistible and perfect…
Doms who melt into their subs with a groan or a whine, their sub reassuring them gently that it’s okay if they need it right now, if they want to skip the teasing because they can’t wait and want to claim their submissive, want to hold them and make love to them…. I love doms who get flustered for their pretty subs because they’re impatient and want to feel them now.
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What's Aldiirn's dislike list in terms of personalities, but also origins (aka professions, background and where someone comes from)?
Aldiirn dislikes those who act out of cruelty and bigotry, rush in without forming a plan or getting proper intelligence, choose violence, insist on upholding doctrine without flexibility, and giving charity and trust blindly. Which a lot of is Astarion but, he can fix him lol.
Aldiirn is very wary of lolth-sworn drow. Aaand he a wee bit of contempt for surface dwellers since he sees them as too used to an easy way of living and more gullible than underfolk. Just a teeny bit.
He’s also got a dislike for topsider hero adventurer types since they tend to just barge into the underdark, point swords at everyone for being evil, and make a mess without cleaning it up.
He might also have beef with wizards and mage types for improperly declaring faerzress-sensitive cargo. If any kind of cargo box is going to start jumping up and down or vibrating it’s something from or to a mad mage.
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