#i wonder if he will ever want to speak with me again.

[monstersholygrail]

New City, New Life

5k celebration 'Choose your own adventure' story

Dragon x fem!reader— hate fucking, rough sex, marking, fire breath play, restraints (tail)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

You stomp out of Minotaur Boss’ office in a blind rage. Your vision blurring with either anger or arousal, you’re not exactly sure. The sound of the door slamming open doesn’t attract any attention, your coworkers far too busy fucking to watch how hot you look when mad. But you can’t help but watch them, eyes drawn to the carefree way they drown in their pleasure. Caring more for satisfying themselves than continuing to work their job.

It was simply astonishing. They all hold a freedom you’ve never known. Not until yesterday when you got here, that is. The longer you stare the hotter your body grows, your pussy gushing with arousal. You feel your world spin, trying to accommodate to your new reality as you would have to accommodate a massive cock. Your thoughts quickly stray away from your mission, the arousal overtaking the anger brewing within you.

For a moment you seriously consider joining one of them. If this is your new life, who’s to say you shouldn’t take advantage of it? You bite your lip, slowing your pace as you walk past a pair of Cat Hybrids who look like they’re in heat.

No—

You can’t risk getting too distracted right now. You had to go confront your Dragon Headhunter and maybe, just maybe, you can blow some of this steam off on him. In whatever form that may take. With a deep inhale you try and clear some of the lust clouding your mind. You turn back toward the conference room, intent on going in, when you immediately bump into a man devouring someone like it’s his last meal.

A small yelp leaves you as you go flying back, not wanting to interrupt, but you quickly lose your footing and once again go tumbling to the ground. You briefly wonder if that sexy Secretary Bunny will catch you again. No! Focus! But then a pair of hands are on you and your heart, and your pussy, flutters.

The stranger’s hands quickly switch you around, causing you to plop firmly in his lap as you straddle him. A moan freely slips past your lips as you already feel his fully hard cock beneath you. As your head snaps up to look at your new rescuer your jaw drops, your eyes sweeping over his infuriatingly and impossibly perfect features.

But unlike everyone else you’ve met in this city… he appears perfectly human. That is until his eyes flicker, his pupils forming a small flame to reflect his burning desire. He wasn’t a human, he was a robot. No wonder he’s the most perfect specimen you’ve ever seen. You glance down, eyes trailing his form when you notice his IT badge. How ironic.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the main event falling right into my lap,” he purrs, voice smooth as silk as he leans in, brushing his nose along your jaw.

A small whine leaves you, his skin impossibly smooth against yours. Your eyes flutter and you hate how easily you melt against him. An IT Robot shouldn’t be so damn comfortable. You find yourself baring your neck to him, seeking more of his touch. His dark chuckle vibrates against your skin and you shiver, unintentionally grinding against him. Or was it on purpose? Fuck, you couldn’t even tell anymore.

“Technically you got me into your lap,” you sigh with bliss, your brain only growing fuzzier the longer you stay in his embrace.

It was like he knew exactly where and how to touch you. You were sure it was just from some strange programming he’s downloaded but who were you to question it? The IT Robot’s touch slips beneath your shirt and his large hands caress your curves reverently.

“And what else can I get you to do with me?” IT Robot’s voice rasps and curls into your ear as if putting you under a spell. A spell called his cock. He rolls his hips as he speaks, pressing his hard length roughly against your clothed clit.

“Nngh… N-nothing! I have to go, but damn I wish I didn’t,” you say through gritted teeth.

You force yourself out of his lap, your body vibrating and your cunt pulsing with need. You push the office chair he was sitting in away from you and he laughs. The chair stops as it bumps into another person but his eyes don’t stray from you.

“You’re always welcome, doll.”

It takes all the strength left in your tired and yet still somehow horny body to turn away from the sexy IT Robot but you do. You keep your eyes firmly trained on Conference room D, determined to see this through. Your Dragon Headhunter is the only one right now who deserves the impact of all your pent up emotions.

As you near the door, you stop short, surprised when it opens. For a second you wait with bated breath, wondering if maybe the Dragon Headhunter is looking for you too. You don’t even question the way your pussy floods with arousal. But your stomach drops as a Fae walks out of the conference room and sneaks off, not even seeing you staring after them.

Your fury returns tenfold to the point where you can’t even think straight. You rush for the door, barging in and smashing it closed behind you. The Dragon Headhunter jumps from the noise, lazily glancing over his shoulder at you. Your eyes automatically widen, a gasp leaving you as you finally see him in person. You’d video called dozens of times yet it all paled in comparison to seeing him face-to-face.

He was broad and painstakingly attractive. His scales glimmer in the sunlight that streaks in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. His suit fits tight against his chest, leaving nothing to the imagination of what lies beneath. The fabric clinging to his thick ass and strong thighs. A slow smirk forms on his lips. The sight has you shuddering where you stand and it only serves to make you more angry.

“Well, if it isn’t my newest treasure…”

Your eyes flash, focus returning back to his face. Just in time too to see the smug look painted across his face. You’re in front of him in an instant only to push him back. The creature barely even moves. He sways, although you know he only did it for your benefit.

“Where have you been? You have no idea what’s happened today?” you ask lowly, hands shaking from your anger. Sure, the dicks been great, but this wasn’t how you expected your new life to start.

It’s Dragon Headhunter’s turn to look you up and down, noting your disheveled appearance and lustful expression. It has his smirk growing somehow wider across his face. He crosses his arms, admiring what he’s done to you, what this city has turned you into.

“I believe I have an idea.”

The air grows thick between you and the Dragon Headhunter. You can barely breathe, only managing short shaky breaths as you stare each other down. Your skin burns under his gaze but you refuse to squirm and let him win.

“Of course you do. ‘Cause you fucking tricked me into coming here. Why?” You ask firmly, finally demanding answers from him. You won’t be leaving here without them. And you’ll do anything to get them.

You slowly walk up to him, trying your best to intimidate a beast such as him. But all you do is make yourself feel smaller as he towers over you. The height different has your pussy clenching around nothing. His nostrils immediately flare and you know he can smell how turned on you are. You cry out and push him back again with all your strength.

“Why?!” You demand with a ragged shout.

Without a single word, Dragon Headhunter swoops down and claims your lips in a searing kiss to shut you up. A low moan rumbles through your throat and the Dragon responds with one of his own. One that has you turning to mush in his arms. Your mouths clash together as they fight for dominance. The Dragon’s claws sink into the flesh of your wide hips and he whirls you around, pressing your ass into the conference room table.

Dragon Headhunter ravages you, his tongue swirling through your mouth as if trying to taste every last bit of you. He pushes against you harder and harder until he growls and lifts your plush frame up like it’s nothing and drops you easily on top of the table. You grunt and throw his arms off of you, forcing him to kiss at your pace. His claws sink into the wood and screech loudly as he drags them down, trying to resist grabbing at you again. But as you suck his tongue into your mouth he can’t take it any longer.

He pushes you all the way down on the table with as much as a small shove. You cry out as you go flying back, glaring at him. Dragon Headhunter starts furiously trying to shred off your clothes. You grunt and wrestle against him to get your clothes off without ruining them. He doesn’t bother, shredding his own clothes with a few swipes of his claws. You two glare at each other even as lust fills your gazes. He jerks your legs open to reveal your glistening folds and smoke leaves his snout with his huffs.

“This is where I fucked that pathetic little fae and now it’s where I’m gonna give you their sloppy seconds,” he snarls in your face and you grit your teeth. Your stomach churns with a jealous rage.

Before you can snap back at him, Dragon Headhunter snaps his hips forward, impaling you on his massive cock with a solid stroke. Fire shoots from your core and burns through your entire body. A fierce scream echoes off the walls and your pussy spasms around his girth as your body tries to adjust to being split open on his cock.

But the Dragon barely lets you take a breath before he’s rearing back and snapping his hips back against yours. You groan lowly, actually thankful for all your previous lays today as they helped prepare you for this. Your pussy opens up for him, allowing him to drive in even deeper inside you with each movement. Letting your fury fuel you, jerk your hips, meeting his thrusts. The Dragon’s eyes roll back in his head.

“F-fuuuuck— augh— knew this fuckhole was gonna be good without even seeing it. Looked like a damn slut who’d take anything given to them,” he says darkly, his tongue slipping as he gets more and more lost in the pleasure of your cunt.

Your eyes narrow at him, no matter how good he’s making you feel. Each pump of his hips brushes along every nerve in your core and it sends you flying, your body shaking with unimaginable pleasure. Your sopping cunt sucks him back in with every thrust, needing him inside you despite everything.

Wanting to drive him to the brink of insanity, your hands snap out and sink in between his sensitive scales. The Dragon throws back his head and lets out a ferocious roar. Then he falls forward, elbows caging you in and rutting up into your perfect pussy.

“Tell me why you sold me on this job. Did you think I was right for it?” you ask lowly, your breaths mingling with your close vicinity. Needing to ask and know the truth.

Dragon Headhunter chuckles and your pussy flutters around him, making him groan. He leans in and bites down on your neck, marking you with the memory of this moment. Then he leans back enough to look in your eye to deliver the blow.

“Nah, I just wanted this sweet cunt,” he says breathlessly, his words so simple yet infuriating. You dig your nails into the flesh beneath his scales the Dragon groans in pain, his hips surging forward into your tight heat.

“Fuck you.”

Dragon Headhunters eyes burn brightly, finally matching the anger in your own gaze. He smirks wickedly, flashing his fangs at you in a clear threat.

“Gladly.”

His tail whips out, quickly wrapping around your wrists and pinning you to the table. With a growl that sends chills up your spine, the Dragon picks up his pace, fucking up into you with a stamina your poor human body can barely handle as it jerks up with every thrust. A loud mewl rips from your throat as his cock bullies into your cervix with each stroke. His eyes gleam devilishly as he watches how much of a mess he’s turning you into.

But it’s not enough. His free hand flies to your puffy little clit and rubs your bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. Your jaw drops, all the sensations building up inside you have you nearly losing your mind.

You scream in relief a when you finally fall off the edge. Your body shaking, hips rising off the table with the force of your orgasm. For a moment you see white and you hear the Dragon roar once more as he follows right after you. And when you open your eyes you gasp to see fire shooting out from his throat, teasing you. The heat it emits just turns you on even more, prolonging an already intense climax.

It’s only once you finally come down from the high of a lifetime do you seem to gain common sense again. You huff, your anger still palpable but more half-hearted as you tear yourself away from him. You slide off the table, heading toward your discarded clothes, needing to get out of here.

“I’m leaving,” you announce, quickly sliding your clothes back on. Ignoring the way your combined release drips out of you and pools in your panties.

“You’re under contract, sweets,” Dragon Headhunter replies, his tone filled with amused arrogance.

You whip around to face him yet unable to reply. He’s right. You’re stuck here. But is it really that bad that you are?

Seeing your hesitance to reply, thoughts clearly spinning through your mind, Dragon Headhunter smirks and saunters up to you in all his naked glory. “Welcome to Free Use City. Embrace it.”

Leaving the conference room you think over what he said. This was your chance at a fresh start and you wanted to make the most of it. In a Free Use City you guess that meant fucking strangers. Truly embracing the city for what it was and what it offered. You could do that! In your office building alone there were hundreds of people to choose from. You look around the office, wondering if IT Robot’s offer was still on the table. He’s bound to know everything about pleasuring a human. Or perhaps you could find Bunny Secretary and see if you could throw yourself at him again. And well… there was always that Demon Guard you passed on the way in. You’re sure he could show a sinful time.

[revelboo]

as the other metroplex writer on this website, I feel you. I understand your pain. I made the call early on to not do the idw 'they can only talk to the cityspeaker' because I knew I would immediately proceed to write myself into a corner lmao. (although I decided against giving him superfine control over his inner mechanisms, which is its own set of challenges)

Good luck, soldier! It's just us out here doing Primus' work

He’s a fun challenge to write, but I feel for the big guy so much

I Can Feel You Pt 4

IDW Metroplex x Reader

• By morning, the glyphs are gone leaving you disappointed and wondering if just maybe you’d imagined it all or dreamed it. If you’d been able to take a picture, you could have asked someone else to read it to you, because if Metroplex is reaching out? You want to answer him. Staring at the spot the writing had appeared doesn’t offer any answers. What was it Hound had said? Something about a city speaker? “Are you trying to talk to me?” You ask, but the Titan is quiet and still around you.

• Halfway between waking and recharge because of the energy he’d expended trying to focus, to communicate, he’s half alert as he tracks you. Drifting in and out, but aware of you all the same, his little anchor to reality. Sometimes in his dreams he’s closer to your size and when he reaches out a hand, you come to him, let him pull your warmth into his body and just hold you in his arms. But even there, you can’t hear him. There, holding you, but still isolated and it hurts. You’re speaking again and it pulls him into alertness. Focusing on you as you reach out a little hand to Hound as the mech kneels in front of you.

• “City speakers?” Hound repeats, idly toying with one of his alt mode’s tires. “They could speak to the Titans. Hear them. Don’t know if they ever were real, though. Might have been just a legend.” It’s not exactly what you want to hear and you wrap your arms about yourself. Remembering those glyphs showing up slowly one by one like it was taking the massive Autobot an effort. Like it cost him something to try and it has been for nothing. Whatever he was trying to say lost on you, because you couldn’t understand.

• “How hard is it to learn Cybertronian?” You slowly ask and his massive spark aches at the determination in your voice. Because you’re trying for him, trying to find a way to speak to him. Reaching out a hand to him just like he’s reaching out to you. And he wants so much to protect this feeling, to protect you. Throughout the day, he tracks you like he always does. Listening to you telling him you have an idea. Watches you request a human sized data pad from Bumblebee loaded with simple educational programs meant for sparklings.

• Back in the little home Metroplex fashioned, you stretch out on the floor with the data pad. Flicking at the screen, searching until you pause. Half drowsing, relaxed at the feel of your little heart beating against him, it’s the touch of your warm fingers that focuses him again. You’re tracing shapes against him, your bottom lip between your teeth. Hesitating, then drawing again. And again. The same shapes. You’re spelling out a simple word he realizes, a ‘hello’ and now he’s wide awake. “Can you even feel this? Or understand?” You murmur and he focuses, mimicking your crude glyphs with an effort. Replying and feeling warmth spread through him when you grin. Can you understand how much this means to him? How precious you are to him for trying? For caring? “Hi, Metroplex,” you whisper as he wishes that his arms could hold you.

Previous

[gunclemarkrb]

Just received this text from a student. Apparently, too shy to text me or show me what the situation is.

He's a hairy little cub and handsome, too ! Off to room # xxxx.

knock, knock. Hello, it's DOC.

A young, hairy, handsome boy with a rock-hard uncut erection answers the door.

As soon as I see his rock-hard erection, my big thick cock immediately begins growing

and out the side of my jockstrap. I'm only wearing a ribbed T. I'm already leaking, profusely.

Oh, DOC, I'm used to seeing erections. If ur more comfortable, u can be naked in my room, too. Everyone knows ur a nudist.

My roommate is on the field practicing today. He's always naked in our shared room, too.

Come in DOC. Here, sit in this chair for me. Great, now please take your shirt off.

WOW, DOC, u got nice pecs. Ur hard nipples are turning me on.

Now, let me take ur jockstrap off, as ur more than halfway out of them anyway. Now, don't u feel better ?

WOW AGAIN DOC. MAN, ur a big leaker !!

(b4 I can think, the boy is sucking on my big, extra thick, rock-hard cock. I immediately begin moaning. It feels amazing !)

After about 3-4 minutes he pulls his mouth off my cock,

DOC, I just had to. Ur precumm was leaking everywhere. And I love a man's precumm. I've always enjoyed ur precumm, DOC.

I always had my hand up to volunteer during camping sex workshops. U always chose me, to suck ur cock, usually from flaccid.

I've always enjoyed the taste of ur precumm, and twice you have shot ur huge cumm loads in my mouth. I never ever missed a drop💧

Maybe that's why u kept having me suck ur big thick cock. I know how important it is to savor other's cumm and swallow.

DOC, do u constantly leak like this ?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

No, it's not a problem. Hold on (slurp slurp slurp) yummy. I can never get enough precumm and man-jizz to satisfy myself, I'm glad ur a huge leaker !

Can I ask u something very personal, DOC ? Do you enjoy being buttfucked. I mean, really enjoy it ?

Like, are there times when u think of only doing that, every moment of every day, having a boy or guy plow ur hole and cumm inside you ?

(This erect hairy cub is gonna make me shoot my load. He speaks openly about sex and all i can think about is his xtra thick willy pounding my prostate really hard as he sucks my cock and swallow my huge load !)

Um, um, yes, as a matter of fact, ur making me think of enjoying that right now.

Let me, DOC. slurp, slurp, slurp

Is it my extra thick cock making us think like that ? I know, It's really, really thick. Do u like my cock DOC !!

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am imagining u fucking my hungry hole and cumming inside me.

Would u like to suck my cock, DOC ? I would really enjoy that.

You don't have to suck me all day. Just to feel it in ur mouth for a few minutes would be nice, for now. hold on, please allow me ... slurp, slurp mmm.

(This very talented boy of mine is now ramming his throat on my rock-hard cock, deepthroating my meat, omg it feels awesome)

(I wonder where he learned to do this ? If it was his roommate, then I have to eat his roommate, too ! Ohhhhhhh)

Oh, DOC, I love deepthroating ur big thick 9+1/2" monster. I love ur extra thick 7+1/2" circumference, too.

I bet u could make me sore, tho, by pounding ur monster, really hard, and Ur big beautiful balls deep inside my quivering sphincter.

Or i can bounce on ur biggest, thickest man-muscle. Oh, DOC, would u do that for me, please !

I, I, uhh, I,

hold on .. slurp, slurp, slurp mm mm mmm, sluuurppp !

Ur leaking more and faster, DOC. Did I make u hornier than ever ? Do u need to cumm, DOC ? I'd like u to eat my ass !

I shaved it and my balls just as u like butts and balls to be. My really thick cock wants ur mouth on it,

and my hungry hole wants ur big thick cock and ur huge 🍄🍆 head banging it really hard until u cumm inside it.

I, uh I, wan, want

Here, I'll spread 'em for you. Do u like my pretty pink butthole muscle ?

Oh, DOC, PLEASE LICK ME. PLEEEEZE !!

(as the boy bends over, excitedly showing DOC one of DOC'S weaknesses, A PRETTY PINK SPHINCTER MUSCLE)

Ohhhh, YESSSSSS I LOVE LICKING and EATING PRETTY PINKS, they're my favorite !!

Come to the bed with me, sit doggie-style, hurry, I'm sooo hungry for ur pretty pink !!

lick, lick, 👅👅👅 mm mm ur hole tastes really good ! 👅👅 lick, lick, sluuuurrrppppp oh, I can't get enough ! ohhhh mm mm I, I uh, uh,

OH, DOC !! I LOVE HOW UR HUGE 🍄🍆 HEAD and thick rimmed 🍄feels inside, as u "POP" my super tight 🍑🕳 !!

Yes, DOC, FUCK ME HARD AND BALLS DEEP ! DEEPER !!

DOC, OH DOC, UR AMAZING !! FUCK ME HARDER, that's it, just like uhhh uhhhhhh just like ahhhhhh like tha, tha, that harder, DADDY, RAM MY HOLE DADDYYYY

Cumm Daddy, pleeeeze, CUMM INSIDE ME DADDYYYY

Uhhhhh Uhhhhhhhh ohhh here, here it cu, cu, OMG OH BABY, OH BABYYY OHHHH 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhh OH yeahhh there's more baby ... yes, yes, omg. ohhh ohhhhh💦💦💦💦💦💦 💦💦💦 💦

DADDYYYY SUCK MY SWEET NECTAR, SWALLOW MY CUMM💦💦💦💦💦💦 oh, Daddyyy, ohhh DADDYYYYYY here cumms, more 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 mm mm yeah, suck it Daddy OHHH

NOW, NOW. ROLL OVER, mmm mm mmmm slurp 👅🍆 ohh mm mm slurp slurp ...

OH DOC, OHHH DOC. I'M GONNA EXPLODE !! DOC, DOO OO 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 OH, DADDYYYY SUCK IT OUT, SUCK MY CUMM OUT !!

Oh, DADDYYYYY here cumms mo, mo, more ! DADDYY💦💦💦💦💦💦YYYYY !! 💦💦💦💦💦💦 💦💦💦.We both collapse on top of one another.

OH MY GAWWWD !!

OH, DOC. U MUST HAVE THE WORLD TITLE FOR COCK-SUCKING !!

Not that I care, but how thick is ur COCK ?

It's 6+1/2" long and almost 8+1/2" circumference. Do u like my cock, DOC ?

Yessss, I love ur cock, and ur hole. I very much enjoyed licking and fucking ur tight, pretty pink butthole ! I hope this isn't the only time I get to eat and fuck you, son !!

As long as u suck my cock like that, and fuck my pretty pink like that, and I CAN CALL U DADDY, U can have me as often as u desire.

Will u eat and fuck me next time ? Oh, DOC, I wanted to fuck u now, but i blew 3 loads for you, and they were fucking intense !!

That's a first for me, DOC. That's why I said u have to be the world title-holder !

Points in the right direcion.

[rootspiral]

Agatha all along deep dive: episode 1 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4])

Okay, let's keep going through Agatha All Along epsode 1, in which detective Agnes sees Nicky's lock of hair inside her brooch and is stunned into silence for a long ten seconds

she's feeling agonizing heartbreak and cannot even tell why

you know what, she technically is home. she's in her living room as we speak. but every line has multiple readings, so go home... where? to her old self? to her witchy roots? to her coven? to Rio? to Nicky, in the afterlife?

I wonder is all the water puddles are deliberate. do they symbolize mirrors, is she gone through the looking glass? or is water = rio?

the way she has to steel herself before getting into Nicky's room

THE MOON PHASES OVER THE BED. as if she wishes there was a coven looking over him, protecting him

I saw some reactors laughing their asses off at this scene, still hung up on the parody of it all, going "did they make the rabbit into a dead kid backstory? that's HILARIOUS." Sure. So funny.

(they keep associating Nicky with rabbits tho, in the previous scene with Rio there's a blink-and-you-miss-it moment when a plant in the background suddenly turns into Nicky's picture. was señor scratchy named after him?)

why can't they properly light their scenes goddamnit I shouldn't have to use 6 layers to see her face

oh look it's Aubrey Plaza and pizza, two of the sexiest concepts humanity has ever come up with

first of all: open vest and white shirt? that's hot. second of all, the way she's sitting so confidently with her whole chest out, so open, taking deep breaths. she just wants to drink her all up, all of her, her beauty, her sorrow, her goofiness. she's SO damn in love.

what a goober. what a delight. plaid shirt and no makeup, drinking beer and snorting when she laughs, a bit awkward and bashful. what a stud. I would die for her. I would wife her so quickly. I'm gonna say this whit my whole chest, the more femme presenting Agatha is, the more she's wearing a shield and playing a part. this is Agatha raw and defenseless and true, and I want to protect her like she's a precious kitten. (me and Rio both, tbh)

case in point: Agatha is manspreading like some idiot lumberjack, and Rio looks like she has never seen anyone hotter

Agatha: "I have a lead in the case". Rio, with goddamn bedroom eyes: "that's not why I came over."

But then when Agatha looks overwhelmed she immediately course-corrects and encourages her to talk about the case. Love me a boundary-respecting king. Real talk, she's been respecting those boundaries for a long time. And even if she's quite angry at Agatha, she won't unleash all that on her when she's so defenseless.

She pushes a little, and the moment it's too much for Agatha she steps back and regroups. She's being SO gentle.

That's fascinating that her subconscious knows what happened to Billy. Exactly how connected they are?

Whoops, we're leaning in again.

She says yes so openly. When the real Agatha has been running away from Rio and this confrontation for centuries! The real Agatha is SCREAMING in terror, but he body won't listen because it's fallen back into that feeling of domesticity and trust. This is the same body that will always yearn to kiss Rio. The mind that categorically forbids it is shut away for the time being.

Why is Rio trying to wake Agatha up? She could let her stay like this. She could easily make Agnes O'Connor fall in love. The two main reasons why she doesn't are: because she's so fucking angry with her, and she wants them to finally have a mature conversation about Nicky and she needs Agatha to understand that she's hurting too. The second reason is - because she loves her too much. It's honestly just that. She cannot let Agatha live like this, tortured, imprisoned, without agency. She want to have a mature conversation with the real Agatha, she wants to get angry with the real Agatha, most of all she wants Agatha to be okay. Do you see the difference? She's not just in love with her, because being in love is a selfish act, but to love someone is fundamentally selfless. And she will keep loving Agatha no matter if they are together or not. She loves her enough to bend the rules of the universe for her. She just... she loves her.

and this, letting Agatha exist in this form, is a punishment too cruel for Rio to allow

The half smile, the bitterness behind it. An Agatha who doesn't hate her is just a beautiful fantasy, but Rio knows better.

it's Billy! and another mirror! yep, that's a theme.

Ha, the real Sharon was calling him a hooligan. RIP sharon, gone too soon

so intense!!?! even when she's not doing it on purpose, her characters are cheesy and cliched. and it takes a lot of talent to write a bad show too, so kudos to jac schaeffer & co

go to part 3

[emthephantom]

'Studying'- L.B

Lorenzo Berkshire x F!Reader You got yourself a date but how will Enzo react? Warnings: Slightly suggestive but no actual smut Words: 1032 A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts and how rushed this is - This is a bit different to what I usually write but I hope you guys enjoy this one :)

'Enz!' you shout as you run into the Great Hall. Enzo looks up at the sound of his name and sees you approaching him with a piece of paper. You plop down next to him at the table and slam the paper down, 'I passed!' you squeal excitedly, 'Thank you so much for your help, I couldn't do it without you.' you gush, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a short hug, one he wished would last longer. 'It's no problem Y/N/N, you know I don't mind helping you study.'

Enzo's about to speak again when another voice interrupts him, 'Y/N.' You turn around and meet Oliver Wood's gaze, 'I was wondering if you'd like to come to Hogsmeade with me.' 'She's bus-' Enzo starts. 'Sure, would tomorrow be alright?' you ask sweetly. Oliver smiles and nods before returning to his table. Pansy immediately gasps and grabs you, 'Oh my god Y/N, I'm so happy for you!' 'Pans, it's just one date.' 'Who's to say there won't be more?' she giggles. 'I thought we were studying tomorrow?' Enzo asks sheepishly. 'We are, I'll just have to leave earlier.' Disappointed he turns back to his food, poking at it with his fork- Had he finally lost you to someone else?

The next day, you find yourself in Enzo's dorm, a usual occurrence. It had been a few hours and flashcards were sprinkled across the room, long forgotten. The two of you lay on his bed, giggles and laughter filling the room; you had always liked Enzo's laugh which is why moments like these were so special. 'No, I'm being serious, first week here I tripped and fell face flat on the stairs.' Enzo revealed, a goofy grin appearing on his face. You gasped, 'I think I saw that!' 'No you didn't!' Mischief flooded his widened eyes as his hands reached for your body, beginning to tickle you. 'Enz, no!' Your protests were ignored as Enzo continued his torture. He moved to straddle you as a way to keep you still, 'Say you didn't see me fall Y/N!' he demanded, his slender fingers still digging into your hips. 'NEVER!' you shouted.

Soon after, a comfortable silence fell over you. You were suddenly aware of the position and your face flushed. A desire in you resurfaced, one you pushed back ever so hard; you wish Enzo was yours. Your face softens at the thought, staring deeply into his brown eyes. The two of you stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity before Enzo started moving off you. 'I'm gonna shower but I'll be quick' he smiles while walking around the room, grabbing his things.

The bathroom door clicks shut and the water turns on; you're left alone with your thoughts. Why were you even going on this date? Do you even like Oliver? He's a nice guy but... but he isn't Enzo. Noticing the time, you scramble to your feet, calling out to the Slytherin boy, 'Enz, I have to go, my date is in an hour. I'll come see you later.' you say, moving towards the door.

Rough hands grip your wrist, tugging you backwards into a hard chest. Enzo's hands find your hips, turning you around and backing you against the door. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, water dripping from his hair onto his toned body and a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. You scan the sight before you and your knees almost buckle. Rage emitted from him and his eyes darkened. 'Don't you dare leave' he growled. You had never seen him like this and it only made you swoon more.

'I'm the only one who should take you out.' he admits, his fierce tone still shining through his words. 'What do you mean?' you ask hesitantly, not wanting to face disappointment. His beautiful smile turns into a smirk and he leans into you even more, 'How about I show you?'

Enzo's lips crash against yours and you waste no time tangling your hands in his wet hair. His grip remains firmly on your hips, one of his hands trailing up to meet your cheek lovingly. He pulls away breathlessly, his chest heaving, 'Was that good enough?'

You don't respond, instead pushing your lips together again with more passion. Your hand goes down his chest feeling his athletic body, desperately needing to feel more of him. Your other hand remains in his hair; a simple tug elicits a low groan from him and he kisses you harder. Enzo moves you away from the door and hoists you up, his grip moving to the back of your thighs as you wrap them around him. His plush lips trail down your jaw and he starts nipping at your neck. Your back meets his bed and he crawls on top of you; the familiarity of the position makes your head buzz. Enzo continues leaving marks along your neck before pulling away and looking at you.

'This isn't gonna be a one-time thing is it?' he asks, his lips swollen and eyes filled with desire. His hand traces circles on your thigh awaiting your answer. You reach a hand up to his face, taking him in, 'No, Enz, I want you, all of you and only you.' A sign of relief escapes him and he ducks back down kissing you softly, 'Let me show you I feel the same.'

Dinner arrives and you stumble into the hall, Enzo trailing behind you with your pinkies linked. You sit at your usual table and see the rest of the group looking at your dishevelled frame. 'Good date?' Blaise teases, taking note of the hickeys that littered your neck. 'You could say that,' you admitted, 'Wasn't with Oliver though.'

'You owe me ten galleons!' Mattheo screamed at Pansy, 'I knew they'd get together!' She reluctantly hands him the money and turns to you, 'So you and Enzo?' Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall what happened earlier. 'Thank god it happened, he wouldn't shut up about you!' Blaise complains. You attempt to hide a smile as you interlace your hands with Enzo's.

'I'm glad it happened too.'

[deiastormborn]

Gale of Waterdeep; A much needed look beneath the surface 

Hey all. This is a script for the video I made in defense of Gale. I never had a place to put the text version of it anywhere else, but... if Tumblr isn't a good place for it, then what is?

Warning: Long Read!

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Hi, my name is Stormborn. I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate for some time, enjoyed it quite a bit. As much as I can appreciate every companion that the game has introduced, Gale of Waterdeep, a charming lil’ wizard, has caught my attention the most. At glance, he is this sarcastic happy-to-go man, always joking around, trying to do the right thing. But, the more you get to know him, the more you slowly uncover his trauma, as much as he, himself, is trying to deny it.

Honestly, I thought that Gale would be liked by many people, I genuinely expected him to be one of the most chosen companions, and one of the most romanced ones. But, to my surprise, I’ve been seeing him getting more hate than I anticipated. Some people call his way of speaking way too annoying and complicated, some people call him clingy and creepy, mostly due to the glitch that would skyrocket his approval of you, probing him to romance you. Genuinely, it is okay to dislike some companion in favor of the other one. But I could not get rid of the feeling that people just despise his guts unjustifiably. 

One of the main reasons, besides the ones I covered earlier, is that people hate his ‘obsession’ with Mystra, the goddess of magic he happened to romance. I saw people complain that he just cannot stop talking about her, even while you romance him, and I can’t help but wonder if people were paying attention to his story at all. And I cannot blame them, as Gale always portrays his romance with Mystra as something so special, so unique, and as something to be proud of. But, let me explain to why you should be able to judge his story for yourself, rather than simply listen to what he is saying.

Gale is a talented wizard, so talented that he got attention from Mystra herself for his talent of channeling the weave. The story says that he is so powerful, that he could potentially destroy a whole village by basically sneezing in its direction. However, we all need to remember that he got attention from Mystra at the very, very young age. If I am not mistaken, the first time Mystra clawed onto him was when he turned 16. Ever since then, Mystra was feeding him all kinds of praise, prompting him to seek power, ensuring him that he can become Mystra’s chosen, and, mind you, *started romancing him ever since*. It is not a secret that Gale was not the first, however, if you really think of it, such revelation can seriously mess with a mind of a teenager. Not only it might boost the self-esteem, but also make him think that he is better than anyone else. And, I assure you, it is exactly what Mystra wanted. By giving him some form of attention, minimum affection, she had Gale on the hook. And Gale, as a boy obsessed with magic, who has been worshiping Mystra before he even met her, didn’t require much effort in getting hooked. But here comes the problem: as much as it is uplifting to get a praise from a literal Goddess of all magic, it is also as equally devastating to get any kind of critique or a cold shoulder.

Mystra was messing with his mind, making him feel like, no matter how well he does, he can always do better, as he has so much potential. With such authority, Gale would believe her. And it would make him always chase something more to impress her, rather than settle and appreciate what he has. It is also a reason to why the whole mess with the Orb began in the first place. People seem to call Gale power hungry, which, as any companion in the game, it is possible for him to go down that route. But they seem to forget one important detail: Gale thought that the Orb was a missing relic of Mystra’s magic, and he wanted to, yet again, impress her by bringing it back. Please remember that Gale was still a young adult, if not a teenager, when this happened. And it would all be resolved if Mystra would not shatter his self-esteem as much as she did. So, he made a mistake, and the Orb became his burden. And yet again, rather than explain this to her ‘chosen one’, she basically banished him, and left him with no answers for many years to come.

Gale isolated himself to keep people around him safe, with nothing but the books and the cat for the company. I think I do not need to mention on how that can play with your mind, too. But, in spite of all, Gale’s blind loyalty and obsession with Mystra kept him wanting for more attention, more answers, so he kept seeking more power, and more ways to get Mystra’s approval. At the day you first meet him, this is the first time he has been amongst people. Yet he still kept his jolly appearance, messing around with Tav, and appreciating everything that surrounds him.

I do not know if this is obvious just yet, but Mystra has basically groomed the kid. If we look at the very definition of grooming, Grooming is when someone builds a relationship, trust and emotional connection with a child or young person so they can manipulate, exploit and abuse them. And it is most prominent when it comes from the place of higher authority. I think I do not need to explain that, in the fantasy setting, there is no higher authority than the God or a Goddess. Yet, for one reason or another, this seems to not be taken serious. And I think I have an explanation as to why.

When you talk to Gale about Mystra, or when you let him talk about her first, he is still full of admiration, obsession, and the unending pride. There is still some bitterness lingering somewhere in him, yet it Is not as powerful as any other feeling he has towards her. I’ve noticed people basically hating him for saying something like ‘Yeah, I banged Mystra, that’s pretty cool, right?’. But think of it this way: wouldn’t Mystra *want* him to think that it’s ‘pretty cool’? And who are we to say that it was the real Mystra he had an intimate moment with? For all we know, she might have conjured an illusion, to satisfy him and feed into his ego. If the romance between them was as real as Gale thinks it was, do you really think Mystra would just abandon him with no answers for a mistake such as this? After all, Gale was young, and had barely any experience. All he had was wizards, such as him, or more powerful than him, and her. If she truly cared about putting him to a right path, rather than using him for her needs, the outcome would be ever so different. 

I would also like to address that people do not think of it as a simple coping mechanism. Even if you look at the society these days, most of the time, when a man comes with a confession of, say, a woman taking advantage of him, it is often met with ‘wow dude, you got lucky’, rather than with a serious concern. Who are we to say that Gale, rather than simply try to reflect and recognize his relationship with Mystra as an illusion, didn’t just decide to get along with it and be proud instead? Even then, when you romance him further, he is slowly realizing that it was not as real as he once thought. In Gale’s own words: ‘there is no love between us. I was not the first, and I certainly won’t be the last’. Gale finally, ever so slowly, starts to understand that he was simply used by Mystra for his talent. Being a deity means that you are only powered by the followers you still have. It is in the god’s interests to keep people interested in them, or they will loose power. Using Gale, knowing he was an extremely skillful wizard, was in Mystra’s interests. She does not give him answers, but keeps him interested in her enough to keep him in her claws, spreading more words of her, attracting more people to follow her godhood. There was no real romance, she was interested in his power more than himself. And you can help him realize that.

But, with such dynamic comes a price, which also becomes more prominent when you play the game further: Gale never feels good enough. With the first chance he can sacrifice himself for a greater good, he takes it. He has no real appreciation of his life, he does not take it as something valuable. He is deeply depressed and traumatized. When a person moves away from the environment that scarred them, it can become extremely overbearing, difficult, and overwhelming. People also seem to act as if it is weird that, with any kind of hurt, Gale’s first reaction is to ‘blow himself up’. It doesn’t take much to know that he won’t do it if it were to mean that someone can get hurt, but he is saying that because, maybe, partially, he *wanted* to die. He has finally found appreciation amongst other people, who are not wizards like him, people who do not know him well, and people who do not want him to constantly be the best version of himself. He falls in love with Tav, because Tav is showing him kindness, and proving to him that he does not have to be someone that he is not to be loved. In that very vulnerable state, any kind of hurt or rejection hits you more. Not to mention that, the only time he ever says it, was after the night he spent with you. After he opened up, shared his fears, more of his past, even said out loud that, in truth, he does not want to die. He let himself be vulnerable, the most vulnerable he has probably been in years, so it is not a question of his ego being hurt: it is a situation where a man, who always kept to himself, has finally let someone in, and got hurt. I am sure one of us, at one point in life, said something like ‘well guess I go die’ as a joke. This is the only way Gale knows how to respond: joking about his pain. He does not mean it, but says it anyway, because it is the first thing that came to his mind. He has been a very reserved companion through the whole time, always seemed to know what to say, and he acted on an emotion after a very emotional night. 

It is also a fact that, even while he is slowly realizing that Mystra used him, he does not mind dying because she asked him to do so. That does not only prove a point that Mystra does not have any real regards to him other than a tool, but also that she was using him for her own sake. With The Absolute getting more followers, her power also weakens. The Absolute is a threat, not only because of the infection and danger to mere humans, but also to her godhood. And who better to deal with it than the man she has so methodically conditioned to do as she wishes? You would think that, a goddess as powerful as Mystra, could try to take care of things on her own. And yet again, the only time Mystra ever gives him any answers, is when she needs him to be used. That is, yet again, a definition of the grooming.

Gale will do anything for a little bit of appreciation, anything to be noticed, and we cannot blame him. This is why you, a player, as a Tav, have a power in you to make him realize that he, as he is now, is valid. It is almost as if Gale forgot that he is such a talented wizard after all the stuff with Mystra. You, as a player, have it in you to remind him. And once you do, Gale slowly separated himself from Mystra as her ex-lover, and only answers to her as his deity. After all, she is a goddess of all magic, it will be hard to reject her entirely.

Victims of grooming or any kind of abuse often can’t let go of the person who harmed them. They will talk about them, they will mention them, they might even try to grasp onto good things, or make it seem like bad things that happened weren’t really all that bad. Combine that with a constant feeling of never being good enough, and not knowing a genuine kindness outside of his very small circle, and you have Gale. A charming, sarcastic, jolly Wizard, who is also as ever troubled. 

Moving on to other topic that people seem to judge Gale for, is that, once a chance arrives, he starts grasping onto Godhood, wishing to become a God himself. It is also in that situation where he starts to say that he would have the power to completely overthrow Mystra. People seem to criticize him for his hunger for power, and also, altogether, call him ungrateful. I would like to add another opinion on that: while Gale is slowly realizing that he was being used, he went through all 5 stages of grief. But here comes the other one, that is mentioned much less: revenge. He wants to show Mystra that she was wrong about him. He wants to prove to her that, after all this time, he *was* good, if not better than her. On top of that, he is still trying to fix his never-ending self-esteem issues. While he is seeking godhood, he still thinks that, him, as he is now, will never be enough, and only by becoming God he can truly become worthy… of anything. If you romance him, he later apologizes to you, but also asks to let him explain to why the Godhood would be good for him, and you, as a couple. Gale wants to give you everything. The entire world. He wants to be the very best version of himself, for you, his lover. He thinks that he can only achieve that by becoming a God. He doesn’t realize that, maybe, without it, he can still be a valuable partner. He even talks to you about it, openly, saying that you deserve better. It is, yet again, in your power to remind him that you do not need him to be anything more than he is now. And, rather than with anger, he answers to you with a surprise. He truly, genuinely, can’t believe that you would take him as he is now. This is how deeply his trauma runs in his mind. And, once he finally believes you, this is where he finally calms down. This is finally when he accepts himself, and lets it all go. He is not repaired, but he is on his path towards healing. All because you, a player, convinced him, and reminded him of his value.

I think Gale’s approach towards things have deeply changed the perception of the players. Because he is in so much denial, people seem to just go along with what he says. He is proud of sleeping with Mystra - so people take it for what it is. Gale might not be your type, or even the most interesting companion to you compared to others, but I truly, genuinely think, that the hate he has received has been a little too much. Every companion has a burden, everyone expresses it differently, on their own pace. Gale has chosen the approach that makes the most sense in his situation. He is just a guy who was thrown into a mess made by the Goddess he worshiped at the young age. He is just someone who is trying to do good. And I hope that a small essay such as this helped and shed some light on his story. 

Men can be groomed, they can be taken advantage of. I think it is our duty to also recognize it, and show a little patience. After all, Gale is not the first example of such abuse. And, sadly, won’t be the last.

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAnZHJtYkcg

[loverafey]

look at me ! afab!reader

ꕀ warnings - smut, brief mention of typical violent intrusive thoughts for rafe, rough and then gentle, unestablished relationship, poor guy's just having the worst day ever :( wc - 667.

you didn’t know how to label the relationship you and rafe had.

it wasn’t exactly friends with benefits, definitely not dating. perhaps something in between, something much more worse? much to your dismay, you knew you felt something for him. sometimes you wondered if he did too. he had become so vulnerable with you in the past few weeks, whispering secrets unbeknownst to anyone else, speaking stuff about his father that he never dared to bring up to anyone else. not his sister, not his close friend. no one but you. that had to make you special, right?

although tonight, it was different. he wasn’t soft or vulnerable, he was angry — frustration threatening to burst out after a deal gone wrong, everything gone wrong — and you were the willing subject of it.

big hands roughly gripped your sides, not too hard to bruise you for now as his cock pistoned in and out your weeping hole, your throbbing clit neglected. it was clear that he was chasing after his own pleasure, wanting to get his mind off from everything that was plaguing it.

disappointment and not being taken seriously pissed him off to the core, and that man from earlier who subtly mocked him this morning while talking over some deal made him want to do nothing but grab that guy and bash his head over and over on the table. a satisfactory sight that would’ve been, but he was not going to do that shit anymore. he had promised himself to change for the better, and then perhaps, perhaps, he could properly talk about his feelings to you one day. make you his forever.

never let you catch the slighest glimpse of the violence ensuing in his fucked up mind.

watching the way your eyes rolled back and squeezed shut at his harsh thrusts alongside your shaky and loud whimpers, his annoyance just flared. “look at me.”

you hadn’t heard him properly, mind already having melted to mush from the overwhelming pleasure spreading through your body, mouth agape. your attention only snapped at him when you felt his hand gripping the side of your face, his thumb taking advantage of your parted lips and pushing right in, pressing against your tongue.

“i said fucking look at me.”

your eyes soon met his, your vision somewhat bleary. he just looked so beautiful, cheeks notably flushed and his skin glistening a bit, orange hues colouring his skin due to the light from the sun setting outside the window flowing in. his brows were drawn together, grunts leaving his lips. he’d always been loud.

“good. i like it better when you look at me.” he huffed, fingers tracing their path down to your neck, caressing there gently. “no one makes you feel like this, yeah? no one but me.” it was like a plea for approval.

“yes..!” it was so hard to speak, your voice mixing in with a moan once you felt his cock bump against your sweet spot again, your legs trembling, aching from exhaustion. “only you, rafe.” your hands soon came to cup his face. his hips stuttered at that, eyes softening. god, he just wanted to cry, but not in front of you. not yet.

“mmh, yeah?” he breathed out hoarsely, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the side of your mouth. intimacy — a concept so sickening yet warming to him. something he was only willing to commit with you.

you nodded, tilting your head slightly so you could keep looking at him, memorising the way his brows visibly relaxed, his eyes just staring right into you.

“just… just keep looking at me.” his hand gently wrapped around your throat, not squeezing by any means, a simple hold. it felt nice, and you hummed, feeling his other hand slip between your legs, helping you reach your peak by rubbing the bundle of nerves. “need to see your face when you cum.”

fuck, all he needed was you to forget about his horrible day. his baby.

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

Graven Hearts

After being unofficially banished from the Mourn Watch, rebellious Lisbette must recruit one of her former professors, Emmrich Volkarin, to help her defeat two ancient Elvhen gods. Hurt that her favourite professor never stood up for her when she needed him, Lisbette takes delight in provoking the handsome, silver-haired necromancer, perhaps enjoying herself a little too much.

Female Rook | Age Difference | Daddy vibes | low key bratting | Hurt/Comfort | Eventual Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Four (NSFW)

Taash, Emmeric and Lisbette are exploring the ruins of a Warden castle in Rivain, chasing ghosts down corridors and attempting to raise various portcullises. Every time Taash looks in another direction, Lisbette squeezes Emmrich’s hand, or Emmrich strokes a knuckle softly down her spine, making her shiver in pleasure.

It’s been three days since they shared a kiss in his rooms. She’d practically launched herself at him, unable to help herself when he’d been so deliciously stern with her, and he’d opened his arms to her. Lisbette wondered if he would become flustered by her forwardness, but the professor wasn’t flustered in the slightest. She’d thrown him off balance when she’d sat in his lap that first day, but perhaps he is getting to know her better, and understands how she longs to provoke him, and so won’t allow it.

Or perhaps he enjoys it when she kisses him. It certainly seems that way. 

Lisbette finds her former professor hard to resist when she feels his admiring glances everywhere she goes. Has she always had a crush on him on some level? She’d always looked forward to his classes and listening to his voice. His demonstrations were the most skilled and entrancing she’d ever seen as a young Mourn Watcher, and now watching him fight in battle, he was magnificent. Surprisingly swift and deadly for a man who enthuses, ‘Is it time for a cup of tea?’ and talks fondly to any wisps they come across. 

As Taash goes on ahead, Emmrich grasps Lisbette’s hand and tugs her into an alcove for a kiss. 

‘Emmrich, not that I want you to stop, but you seemed so angry with me just a few days ago. I practically told you to get out. Now we’re kissing. I know I started it, but...’

‘Did you start it?’ he asks with a smile. ‘As I remember you were asking your former professor for feedback, and I told you I had a present for you.’

She kisses him again. ‘I still haven’t got that present. But for the record, I take back being so harsh and implying I don’t want you on the team.’ 

‘And I regret judging you so harshly for your approach with the First Warden, and your reluctance about speaking with the Mourn Watch.’ 

The kiss quickly becomes heated, her back against a wall as he presses into her, her mouth opening for his tongue. Enough talking. She wants to be kissed, and kiss her he did.  

Lisbette feels a fierce ache between her legs. Just kissing him isn’t enough anymore. 

‘Please, when we get back to the Lighthouse tonight...’ She twines her arms around his neck and plays with his hair. 

‘What Lisbette?’

‘Please can we...’ More kisses. ‘I need...’

‘ Emmrich. Rook. ’ Taash is calling for them. They can hear them walking up and down a walkway overhead.  

Emmrich pushes his fingers between Lisbette’s thighs and rubs her sex through her clothes, his tongue moving with similar pressure against hers. 

Lisbette’s eyes close, and she holds onto the lapels of his jacket so her knees don’t buckle. ‘Oh, gods. Fuck .’

‘I want to taste you,’ he breathes into her ear. He kisses her a final time, straightens his jacket, and strolls out into the courtyard, as casual as can be. 

‘Ah! There you are, Taash. We got turned around. Lisbette’s here somewhere.’

Lisbette presses the backs of her fingers against her hot cheeks. Emmrich wants to taste her. Did he mean...? Gods. How is she meant to survive the rest of the day after hearing that? 

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Lisbette closes the door to Emmrich’s room and plasters her back against it. 

Emmrich looks up from where he’s working at his desk, and gets to his feet. ‘My dear?’

‘Everyone’s looking for me. They all want something.’ Lisbette runs to him and throws her arms around his neck. She would much rather be in here kissing Emmrich. 

‘Ah, so you thought you’d hide in here with me?’ he says with a smile. 

She thought she might give him an opportunity to show her what he meant by I want to taste you , not that she was going to say that out loud. She’s too shy. There’s his bed upstairs, and she wishes he would take her by the hand and lead her up there. 

His hands roam over her, stroking her jaw and her throat. Squeezing her waist. Then his thumb swipes over her nipple, and she moans into his mouth. 

‘You make the loveliest sounds,’ he whispers. 

‘I can make more,’ she says, gazing at him through her lashes.

Take the hint, Emmrich. 

He does take the hint, hooking his finger into her blouse and slowly unbuttoning it. Her underclothes are nothing special, and she wishes she had coin and the time for shopping for something a bit more alluring. They don’t seem to bother Emmrich as he unlaces her top and casts it aside.

‘Aren’t you pretty?’ he murmurs, and sucks first one of her nipples into his mouth, and then the other.

Lisbette has to grip his desk with both hands to stay upright. 

Gasping slightly as she watches him, she notices that his rather tight pants are growing even tighter.

Lightly, she strokes her fingers along his length through his clothes and is pleased when his breathing grows heavier. 

Emmrich runs a finger around the inside of her waistband, pauses to look at her, and then undoes her pants. 

On the desk? she wonders. 

Apparently yes, on the desk. Oh, professor. 

He pushes her back and pulls off her pants, underwear, and shoes, and then leans over her, kissing her throat, her breasts, her stomach, and then down to her...

Oh, yes. Definitely that kind of tasting. 

Lisbette’s eyes close and her head tips back as his tongue curls around her clit. Her thighs hug his shoulders. She scratches her nails through his soft hair. 

He pushes two fingers inside her, her tight heat closing around his fingers and rings and squeezing his flesh. 

Emmrich can feel her nails digging into his shoulders, impatient for more, but he takes his time with her, slowing down the more urgent she is, just to show her she can’t have everything she wants as soon as she wants it. 

But it will feel good just the same. He finds the spot inside her that’s the most sensitive and rubs it firmly. 

Lisbette moans loudly, and then sits up, grasps his shoulders and pulls him closer, gasping, ‘Fuck me or I’ll die.’

Dramatic? Possibly. 

Irresistible? Certainly. 

Lisbette reaches for his pants, but he captures her hands and pushes her face first down over his desk, her ass pressing against his thighs and her curls tumbling over the desktop.

‘Comfortable?’ he asks her, one hand gripping her wrist and pinning it down. 

‘Dying,’ she pants, her eyes half closed. ‘Please, Emmrich.’

He smiles to himself. One handed, he undoes his pants and frees his cock from the tight fabric. Lisbette is so wet as he draws the head of his cock up her sex to her entrance, and then slowly pushes inside.

Lisbette moans and arches her back in pleasure. She's been wound so tight and he's working his way through all that, burning down all her stress.

The sharp thrusts of his cock are making her see explosions of stars behind her eyes. Her insides were tightening deliciously, and every time he bottomed out inside of her she was pushed a little closer to her peak.

Locks of Emmrich’s hair is falling into his eyes, but he has both hands full of Lisbette’s hips. Her wetness is shining on his length and he can barely look away from watching himself thrusting into her. There are freckles all over her back. Her waist curves so alluringly. Her cries are throaty with pleasure. There’s too much to enjoy at once. He can’t cope. He needs this more and more, forever. 

Lisbette is so loud that people must figure out where she is, and that she’s not coming out any time soon. 

Her nails dig into his desk. Her back arches. She comes with a ragged cry and he quickly follows her, thrusting harder, completely letting go.

In the stillness afterwards, both of them are breathing hard. Emmrich traces a finger down her spine, admiring her bones. 

‘You are beautiful, sweet Lisbette.’

‘You’re too good to me.'

‘Just good enough. I wouldn’t want to spoil you,’ he says with a smile. He does want to spoil her. Spoil her completely rotten, and he probably will. 

‘I wish I could stay here with you. I suppose people are still looking for me. I should go out there,’ she mutters without much enthusiasm. 

Emmrich pulls out of her and helps her up to sitting. ‘I think they might know where you are. You weren’t quiet, dearest.’

‘Oh, no.’ Lisbette covers her face. She looks so adorable sitting naked on his desk with her hair in a riot around her. She peeps through her fingers and smiles at him. ‘Sorry.’

He draws her chin up and smooths the curls back from her face. ‘I shall easily weather their teasing. Smile for me?’

She does.

‘Good girl.’ He presses a kiss to her lips. ‘Stay here and get dressed. Take your time. Drink some water. I will go out there and they may get all their ribald comments out of their systems on me.’

‘Really?’ she asks, gazing up at him with big green eyes. 

He looks at her in surprise. ‘Of course. Why wouldn’t I?’ 

‘I thought I would have to...I’m not used to someone...’ Words seem to fail her. 

‘What, Lisbette?’ 

She tries again. ‘That’s so kind of you. Thank you, Emmrich.’

The simplest courtesy made her lost for words. It made his heart ache. The Mourn Watch wasn’t a cruel or uncaring place. At least, to him it hadn’t been, but perhaps it had been harder on Lisbette, or perhaps the hard work and poverty of his youth was much further behind him than it was for her.

‘You’re welcome, dearest,’ he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ‘Take your time.’

Emmrich leaves his room and finds the library deserted. Everyone has gathered in the kitchen, and they stop talking and stare as soon as he appears. Neve looks amused. Bellara is blushing and looking at her feet. Davrin has his arms folded and is scowling. 

Emmrich meets all their stares with a charming smile, and says cheerfully, ’You all have five minutes to say whatever jokes and silly comments you wish to make to me, but if you even look the wrong way at Lisbette, I will raise several dead and send them into your bedroom as you sleep. All right?’

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The following morning Lisbette knocks on Emmrich’s door holding two cups of tea. He opens it and smiles when he sees her stand there.

‘Tea? How thoughtful dearest. Do come in.’

‘It’s thank you tea,’ she tells him, following him into the room. ‘No one said a peep to me last night after, ah, I was a little noisy. Either you talked them out of teasing me or maybe they didn’t notice what we were up to after all.’

‘Perhaps they didn’t notice,’ Emmrich lies smoothly. He presses a kiss to Lisbette’s lips. ‘I’m glad you’re here as there’s something I want to ask you. I intend to visit the Necropolis today and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.’

Lisbette looks pained. ‘Emmeric...’

He holds up his hands. ‘I know. But there is the Mourn Watch, and then there is our respect for the dead. You no longer esteem the Mourn Watch, but I think you still esteem our dead. Am I right?’

‘You sound like my professor, not my lover.’

‘Dearest, I hope I sound like someone who cares that a fellow Nervarran has been cut off from her culture. These rituals we perform are as much for us as they are for our dead.’

Lisbette groans and buries her face in the front of his shirt. ‘Was this your plan all along, to seduce me into going back to the Necropolis?’

‘I can’t say that upon seeing you again I thought ah! My beautiful former student, I must convince her to perform rituals for the dead by bedding her as lovingly as I am able.’ 

‘Can’t you just bed me again, as you put it?’

‘Darling, you needn’t do anything if you don’t wish for it, but you should go if you miss it.’ He dips his voice lower. ‘And to indulge me, because I have always wanted to walk hand in hand with my lover through the memorial gardens.’ 

He’s been imagining it vividly all night, proudly showing off his beautiful girl to all the wisps and spirits. 

She looks up in surprise. ‘You never have?’

‘I have never had a Nevarran lover. Former flames of mine would not set foot in the place.’ He pauses. ‘How about you?’

‘Why, would you be jealous if I said yes?’ Lisbette teases.

Emmrich examines the rings on his fingers. ‘I am too old and jaded to be jealous. Envy is a young person’s emotion. Have you? Strolled hand in hand through the memorial gardens?’

She shakes her head. She’s barely had anyone that she might consider a lover. Certainly no one who cares for her as much as Emmrich does. 

He offers her his elbow with a smile. ‘Then allow me to escort you, dearest. The gardens are so beautiful this time of year.’

[the-froschamethyst4]

Time Of Death: Dawn

𖤐Pairing: Vampire! Alex x Werewolf! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, fake marriage, kissing/making out, eating out, P in V, enemies to lovers, Victorian Era, sexism,

𖤐Summary: Vampire Alex Keller and his so-called wife Y/n L/n-Keller had to be perfect but they're not. Alex is the future of Vampires and Y/n was the future for her wolf kind, but this so-called marriage was to keep the peace between both worlds of Vampires and Werewolves.

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The sun peaked through the curtains leaking into the bedroom shared between Alex and his wife Y/n. Y/n every night when going to bed would open the curtains just slightly for the sun to come in to let the sun try to burn Alex.

But before the sun could reach him. Alex would use his powers to shut them.

"Asshole," Y/n says, whipping her head around to look at her husband who was just bring his hand down.

"Coming from the woman who tries to kill me every morning."

"Not like you do the same," she says, kicking the covers off her body and grabs a shirt off the floor and puts it on. Y/n slept naked because she gets hot at night, while Alex sleeps pajama pants and a shirt.

The two had a agreement to do a fake wedding, mainly to keep the peace between Vampires and Werewolves, they were both the future them all, Alex going to be King of Vampires and Y/n going to be an Alpha. But they could not stand one another.

In public people saw them as two lovely couple who didn't let their differences stop them, but behind close doors, they hated one another, trying to kill one another.

Why kill each other, because when one dies the other gets their fortune.

Y/n stood on the balcony looking down at the people, Alex hissed when seeing the light seep in just a little bit.

"Close the door, you damn woman."

"Make me," she says, not even looking at him instead at the boy passing flowers out to couples on the street. She leans on her hand as she watches him pass them out, she loved seeing him, he was always so kind, gentle, and soft spoken, something about him that Alex wasn't.

"Him again?" Alex came out with his cloak over his head. "You know damn well if they see an affair going around-"

"They'll hang me, I know, drive a sliver nail through my heart, I get it, I can still dream, can't I?"

"No, you cannot, you are married to me-"

"Fake married, mind you," she says. She walks away from him. "I'm going to the market...care to come?" She felt like she was going to regret that answer.

"I would," he says with a smirk.

They both get ready dressed in their usual attire to match everyone else. They walked arms linked trying to look like a 'normal' couple. Y/n carried a small lace parasol over her shoulder, and Alex made sure his top hat covered his face.

"You could have stayed home," Y/n mumbles.

"And what let you have your way with the flower boy?"

"I would never, who do you think I am?" She teased.

"You are a woman, that I don't trust," his hand gripped her wrist.

"Mr. and Mrs. Keller what a lovely surprise," they stopped and looked at the person coming towards them.

"Mr. Wilson, how long has it been?" Alex jokes.

"Only a few days," Mr. Wilson laughs with Alex. Mr. Wilson didn't really like Y/n, refuse to speak to her, acknowledge her, or even look at her to even ask how she was doing. He acknowledged Alex like they've been best friends for years.

They haven't. Alex just can't stand the man, but doesn't know how to to tell Mr. Wilson to leave them alone.

"I'll be at the bread vendor," Y/n says, looking up at Alex dismissing herself from the men's conversation.

"Didn't think she'd ever leave," Mr. Wilson says, hiking up his pants.

"Easy there, Mr. Wilson. That's my wife remember that," Alex warns.

"Ah yes I know, but I wanted to talk to you. I'm opening up a brothel and I was wondering if you'd like to come, drink, hang out, get the good ol' whistle wet. I know you and that...whore probably don't do it often, I mean if she was my wife, I'd never be home, I'd be out," he chuckles, but Alex didn't, Alex wanted to get away from this creep.

"Haha," Alex sarcastically laughs. "With respect, my wife and I do quite often, and I would like it if you don't EVER call my dick a whistle ever again-also...do leave my wife and I alone," Alex walks away from the fat man.

He sees Y/n looking at the bread and paying the vendor some money for the loaf she picked up, she turns to see Alex waiting for her, she walks to him looking down and linked her arm with his.

"I heard everything you know."

"I figured, you and those ears," he says, he moves a piece of her hair behind her ears. She slightly winched and pushed his hand away. Almost letting him know 'don't touch me.'

"You could've gone-"

"What did I say about them catching us have an affair?"

"Only me, they don't care what you do, you're a man, I'm a woman, people care more what I do versus you."

"Yeah but if they find out what we are, they'll kill both of us no matter what," he says.

"I need some fruit, I'll be back," she says, walking away. Alex stood back letting her shop, but he went to the boy passing out flowers.

"Good day, sir, care for some flowers?"

"Do you have orchids?" Alex asks.

"Orchids?" He looks around. "Ah! I do, my last one," he says, handing them to Alex.

"How much?"

"5 pens," Alex gave the boy the money and heads back to find Y/n she was also paying, once she turned to see Alex with the flowers in his hands.

"Orchids?" She smiles, while taking them from him and smelling them, Alex took the basket she carried and let her carry the flowers, showing them off to the other women.

"Your favorite," he says.

"Thanks...but why?"

"You seem down today...I don't know why, but...I want you to be happy today," he says.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch," he says. "Just you."

"What's your game, Alex Keller?" She warns taking her arm out of his.

"No game..." She still looked at him confused. "You just haven't received flowers from me in such a long time, so I figured I'd give you some," he says.

She stares at the flowers and hides her smile from Alex, they walked back to their shared mansion, she walks to the kitchen and pulled out a vase, filling it with water and sticking the orchids into the water.

She then places the vase into the window above the sink, that's where the most sunlight comes from, so it only fitted to place it there.

She walks up to her bedroom where she saw Alex remove his clothes. He sits on his side of the bed and looks at the sun peeking through the curtains. He then feels eyes on him and looks at Y/n who was removing her dress.

"I need a bath..." she stops in front of the bathroom door. "...C-Care to join?" She asks, looking at him over her shoulder.

"You want me to join you in the bath?" He asks.

"Sure-but you don't have to-"

"I'll join," he says.

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Alex had watched Y/n as she washed her body, he watched as her skin had water dripping off her body. She looks like a Goddess. Alex looks at her bare back as she stood up, some scars on her back some freckles here and there, he stood up behind her moving behind her and kissing her neck.

"Alex!" She squeals. She tries to push off him but his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her against his body. "Hey, s-stop," she says.

"Y/n...please," he stops and looks up at her, his face was a bit red and he was slightly giving her a pouty face.

She turns to him and kisses his forehead, Alex stood up while also picking her up, her legs wrap around his waist, while she still placed kisses on his forehead and then his lips. Alex steps out of the bath and sets her on the counter and kissed her neck and then her chest.

Y/n let's out a soft moan, as Alex's kisses started to trail down, going from her chest down to her stomach and then just above her pelvis. He slightly pushes her legs open getting a small glimpse of her wet pussy.

He smirks while he was on his knees kissing her inner thighs. It was a while since her and Alex have done it, Alex would be busy and Y/n would be out or handling business within her community. This is the only time were they both can be with each other.

"Take it slow." She says.

"Of course," he says, licking his lips and kissing her wet clit, his tongue going between her wet folds, the sound of sucking and wet noises filled the bathroom.

He started eating her like she was his last meal, Y/n then squeezed her thighs around his head, he groans as he loved the feeling of her plush thighs around his head. He looks up at her seeing her leaning back on her elbows.

"F-Fuck," she moans, her hand going to his hair, slightly pulling and pushing him to make his tongue go deeper inside of her.

"You taste so sweet," he mumbles against her folds. Alex then stood up between her legs, aligning himself up at her entrance. "I'll be gentle," he says, close to her ear and kissing her shell of her ear.

Alex starts moving slowly, slowly grinding as well, her legs were resting on his waist, and her palms resting on the sink counter, her head back as she looks down at her stomach slightly bulging because of his dick.

"Fuck, Alex," she looks up at him, her arms going around his neck and kissed his lips, he starts moving a bit fast.

Alex smirks into the kiss, he picks her up and moves out of the bathroom, he placed her on the edge of the bed, her legs up and rested on both of his shoulders, he starts going a bit fast, balls slapping on her ass.

Her hands go from gripping the sheets to resting on his lower stomach, touching his toned chest and stomach feeling the ripples of his 6-pack under her fingers and palms.

"Ah!" She moans when feeling herself about to cum, she looks up at Alex almost telling him she was close. Alex smirks and chuckles at her.

"Come on, wolfie."

"D-Don't call me t-that," she says with a bit of a growl.

""Awww~ don't like my teasing?" He says, bending down close to her head.

"Don't you k-know not to tease a-a dog?"

"A dog?"

"Shut it," she says as he chuckles at her again.

Y/n puts her head back as Alex gave her one last thrust before she ends up coming on his dick. He pulls out and watched as cum leak from her lower half, he chuckles and bends down to use his fingers to kind of shove it back into her.

"AH Alex! W-What are you d-doing?" She asks.

"I don't want anything spilling from you," he says, now just placing his fingers inside of her.

She looked embarrassed, grabbing a pillow and hiding her red face behind it. Alex smirks and loved seeing her embarrassed.

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Alex sat on his bed, Y/n was next to him asleep, he looks down at her sleeping naked figure, her face buried into her pillow and the blanket just resting on her waist. Alex stood up and walks to the window making sure they were shut. He heads back and pulls Y/n close to his chest, he kissed her forehead and rubbed her waist.

"Alex?"

"Hm?"

"...When we both become King of Vampires and Alpha of Werewolves...will we have to leave each other?"

"I don't know, baby," he says.

"I don't want to leave," she says.

"I know...I-I don't either," Alex said, holding her close, kissing her forehead, and then kissing her lips.

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The next morning Y/n woke up first, the room showed no signs of light in the bedroom to hurt Alex, she looks down at Alex, touching his chest and moving her hand down to his stomach, her hand then slowly moves down to the blanket.

"Hey now...what do you think you're doing?" He says.

"Oh nothing," she says with a giggle, she leans down and kissed his lips. The kiss soon became something heavy, his tongue slipped into her mouth, she moans when she was pushed onto her back, her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands touched her soft thighs.

"Fuck, your lips...they taste so...so good, did you put something on?" He asks.

"I put some ChapStick on before I went to bed," she says.

"Taste good," Alex says, hiking her up to sit on his lap. Their bare bodies against each other, Alex was always so cold and Y/n was also so hot but with them two against each other it was a perfect warmth.

"I love your body," he says.

"Perv-"

"For what?" He chuckles. "I'm allowed to say I love your body."

"Shut up," she snuggles closer to his body and they both landed on their shared bed.

They are suppose to hate each other, why are they acting like this? Are they finally loving each other like a husband and wife are suppose to? Y/n looks up at Alex and pushed him on his back.

"What are you doing?" He asked as his hands rested on her ass now.

"Nothing just looking at my husband."

"Husband huh? When's the last time you've ever called me that?"

"Now," she says.

"You're being a tease."

"And you aren't?"

"When did I tease you?"

"Literally last night," she says, crossing her arms.

"Guess wife's are always right." She just chuckles at him and kissed his lips.

[hym-beaux]

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[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[lovecolibri]

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[emmafallsinlove]

the fact that logan begged rory to ‘jump’ with him again while he proposed but also gave her a way out in their original jump in 5.07 but now he’s standing there, hopeful, begging her to say the words “you jump, i jump, jack” as she did 3 and half years ago when they just met but all she could give him is “i love the idea of being married to you, but i can’t” just breaks my heart and haunts me at night.

[sophiethewitch1]

www has a playlist? Please where can I find it😭

This link here is the mini playlist which is condensed and has like songs that I 100% have a reason for having on there and most of the songs where explained if they didn't have extremeee spoilers over on and this link here. here is the full playlist which I use personally (which you can tell because it has 1601 listens to it insert that one war veteran staring into camera meme here) but some of the songs are only like slightly associated.

[pup-pee]

my father telling me how scared he was when i ran away from the house but i cant express how scared i was 2 b in the house

hey, whats up w/that?