#maybe I can grind out a few words a day and not die

[isfjmel-phleg]

I want the sheer chutzpah of my friend's husband, who, despite admittedly having never paid attention in English classes, has decided to write a Tom Clancy ripoff -style novel, has 41,000 words, and expects to complete it at 100,000 by April and seek publication.

[meowpupp]

chubby!puppygirl x owner!price

Price is getting older, retired from the SAS now. his work never allowed him to settle down meaning no wife, no girlfriend, not even a casual hookup. so after hours of stroking his cock to puppygirl porn, he decides he should get one for himself. maybe make some home videos.

he browses local shelters. most the pup hybrids are the same. all thin and muscular. their bodies profiled by sharp angles and sharper teeth. then he sees you.

your picture is sweet. a sweet smile, floppy ears, sharp eyes. your tail is blur, clearly wagging it at the time they took your picture. he clicks on your profile, he has to know more.

‘one of our newer rescues! she’s a sweet girl, but too smart for her own good! this pup would best be suited to a household that can give her lots of attention and training to avoid misbehaviour. ’

a smile quirks at his lips. perfect. pretty, smart, and a little needy.

you’ve got a soft body- rolls and curves that he desperately wants to grope. he can imagine it now, you’d be sat pretty in his lap cockwarming him. he’d stretch your tight cunt, grope and squeeze at your tits, slap your clit when you squirm.

within a week, he’s adopted you.

the first few weeks fly by. a month in and you’re fully settled. price treats you well, extremely well. praises almost everything you do, constantly pets and kisses you, feeds you the highest quality food. devours your cunt every night.

he’s made you drunk on him. every morning you wake up nuzzled in his arms. within ten minutes he’s shoved his fingers into your soft cunt, rutting his hips into your ass. prices voice low and growl as he praises you; “fuck, pup. so fuckin wet for me. my good girl. cmon, cum for me, show me how needy you are.”

afterwards, he feeds you. makes you whatever you like. once youre full and happy, tail wagging back and forth, he shoves you under the table. sits you on your knees between his legs. price tangles a hand in your hair, eases himself into your throat. your ‘morning treat.’

breakfast is followed by a walk. he is ex-military, old habits die hard. by the time you get back, you’re sweaty, body worn out and tired. ready for a shower.

this is prices favourite time of day. he takes you into the shower, gently washes your body. soaps you up in sweet smelling bubbles, washes you down with warm water.

the whole time, he’s squeezing your soft body. knows exactly where to grope you to make you squeak.

the part he loves the most though? when he spreads your chubby thighs, changes the shower setting, and sprays water directly on your clit. he bites and sucks the fat of your tits, grumbles against the soft skin.

“cmon pup, gotta make sure you’re clean. be a good girl, spread your legs f’me… atta girl”

every moment of your day, you’re lavished with attention and praise. so when you act up, break the rules, disrespect him? his punishments hit hard.

he gets up before you do, already gone on his morning run. he makes you food, but leaves it on the bench. he doesn’t so much as look at you for the first half of the day, let alone speak a word.

it’s only when you’re crying at his feet, grinding your wet aching cunt against his boot that he bothers to look at you.

with a hand in your hair, he tilts your head. the sight of tears running down your chubby cheeks making him rock fucking hard.

he uses the other hand to squish your cheeks together, eyes stern and cold, voice flat as he speaks. “What did you do wrong?”

he doesn’t let go, making you talk through a forced pout. he waits until you’re begging and sobbing, eyes needy and desperate before he gives in.

price pulls you up over his knee, big hands a little too rough with you. he pushes your panties down, exposing your cunt. lets out a groan as he slowly toys with your soft clit. you’re fucking dripping.

“Mhm, i know puppy. you’re sorry. didn’t mean to make me mad, huh?” he smirks as you nod. he’s practically drooling at how your thighs surround his hand, the fat burying it.

he waits till you're relaxed before he pulls his hand back, delivering a stinging spank. he keeps his other on your neck, forcing you still.

Price continues to spank you, making you count each one. grinding his tent against your tummy as he turns your ass red, only getting harder as your tears wet his jeans.

he makes you count in intervals of ten. spanks you red and raw, then after 10, strokes your pretty pussy. he gets you nice and relaxed, acts as if it’s over, then repeats.

he only stops once you’re shaking and sobbing, his jeans completely soaked with slick and tears.

[buckgasms]

Bunny and Clyde reader who ties bucky to the bed after he did soemthing she didn't like and decides to edge him for however long she can... lets just say when he finally gets out he will be using her to cum which means there's no reason for her to cum as she'll just be his toy. I'm fact, maybe there's no reason for her to cum ever again...

Hello!!

Thank you for this 🤌🏼excellent🤌🏼 ask and for all the amazing asks that have come through in the last few days!

They are all perfect! Please always feel free to send me filth and fluff and anything in-between!

So let's get started with this beauty....

🐇

I love the idea that Bucky wakes up with his Bunny sitting on his lap, his hands tied to the bed and you have the most wicked grin on your face.

And he's sooooo annoyed because somehow you have managed to do quite a good job at tying him up and he can't get to you. Can't grab you and show you whose boss. And you know it.

And he's so fucking hard about it too.

And you know it.

"What's going on Bunny?" He growls, trying to keep his voice calm, he's still in control...surely?

You pout and rake your nails gently down his chest, wiggling your heat against his cock as you do.

"You made bunny sad..." He lets out a sound somewhere between a huff and a gasp as your nails sink in a little harder. "You made fun of me in front of the other girls at the club and I don't like that..." You rolled your hips to emphasise your point making him groan again.

"Bunny...I...I'm sorry. Just untie me baby and I can make it up to you..."

You giggle and climb off him shaking your head. "Umm no, I want to feel better Bucky, I want you to feel how I felt. I think that's fair..."

When Bucky would cast his mind back to the moment in question, he thinks he may have made some lame joke about your taste in music that made two girls slightly chuckle. But that was life with his crazy bunny....

His crazy bunny who was busy plugging in a vibrator and has a very wicked look on her face.

"Now Bucky, when I'm naughty you tell me I can't come, even when I really, really want to. So guess what?"

You wiggle the vibrator and turn it on, it's humming filling the room as you climb back onto the bed.

"Bunny I swear to god...."

But he's words die in his throat as you gently press the buzzing device to his cock. He does his best to wriggle away but you know his moves and settle yourself on his leg.

"That feel good Bucky?"

You smile at him, his face a picture of anger and frustration. You know when he gets out you are in for it, but you figure you may as well enjoy yourself beforehand.

You lean down and press some kisses to his leaking tip, licking and sucking gently as the device presses into his balls.

"Fuck Bunny..." He lets out a delicious groan as his hips thrust forward into nothing. You suck a little harder, letting his tip hit the back of your throat before pulling away and letting the device take over.

"You gonna come Bucky? You sure look like you might..."

He growls and shakes, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His breath catches in his throat so you pull the vibrator off and giggle. "Uh uh! Not yet..."

He curses and tries to grab at you, but the binds are too tight. He exhales deeply and you feel his body relax a little. Well most of it.

"Look at your cock... It's so perfect" you muse as you run a finger over it, spreading his precum and making him cry out.

"Ooh too sensitive?? Poor Bucky, you need to try a lot harder if you want to make it up to me..."

He pants and tries to make his features more pleasant as he looks at you. "Told you bunny... Untie me... I'll make it up to you..."

You cackle and crawl over him, pressing a kiss to his face before pulling back.

"Nope"

🐇

Not to waste an opportunity you spend a little time grinding on him, letting yourself come as you ride his thigh and his stomach. You make a real mess of him, pressing kisses to his face as you deny him any pleasure.

His cock is throbbing and red but you are as good as your word and have refused to give him any release. You've teased, sucked, licked and vibed him to the edge many times, but nothing.

He must be delirious by now, you think as you consider finally letting him loose. Maybe too tired to punish you, and by the morning he will have forgotten all about it....?

What you didn't realise was that despite your hard work Bucky had been secretly working at releasing himself from your trap. Every moment of fury, focused on his escape.

To be honest he was actually very proud and he was as hot for you as he was cross. He should know better than to tease you, because you were his crazy Bun Bun.

But you had had your fun. It was his turn now.

You were standing in the middle of the room staring at the vibrator in your hand, deciding what to do next when you felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as Bucky squeezed you tight and practically lifted you off the floor. "Buckyyy no!! Was gonna untie you just now!!" You wailed out as he threw you on the bed and squashed your body with his.

"Too late pretty girl, it's payback time..."

With a swift move he tied your hands together behind your back and pushed your face into the mattress, ass up in the air. Your feet kicked uselessly as he used the other rope to tie your ankles together.

"Now that's more like it. Just how a bunny should be." He said and you can imagine the smirk on his face as he admires his handiwork. You whine his name again but he just lands some broad spanks to your ass cheeks making your squeal.

You feel your face flush as his fingers spread your pussy lips apart and you feel his spit land on your soaked holes. His fingers delve in and out of you taking his time, prolonging the torture.

"Now bunny...I'm not cruel like you. You can come as much as you need. I don't mind one bit. In fact if you keep coming all night long that's fine with me. But I'm gonna keep using these holes until I'm satisfied... Ok? Don't care if you come so much you cry, dont care if you get all sore and puffy.... You made me wait, over and over and over. So I'm gonna keep going until I feel better. Got that?"

He took your moan as agreement before sinking into the hilt, a satisfied groan escaping from his lips. The room was filled with the slapping of skin at a steady pace, his filthy talk and your moans.

His hands gripped the cord around your wrists for purchase as he bounced you harder and faster chasing his long delayed release until his hips stuttered and he groaned, leaning down on your body for support as he emptied himself inside you.

He took a moment to recover before pulling out. Rolling you over and taking the sight of you in. Giddy smile on a tear stained face as you rolled a little more to look at him.

He sits himself down and pulls you into his lap and pushes his cock into you, enjoying your face of delight and the sound of his fat cock filling your already full hole. He gives you both a moment before bouncing you up and down as you can do nothing but take it, a glassy look drifting across your face.

"atta girl..."

🐇

It was early morning by the time he finally relented.

He'd fucked you every way he could think of, making up for all the orgasms you stole from him and then some. You had gone beyond the path of pleasure into another realm. Everytime you thought you couldn't come again, he dragged another from you. You were lucky you lived in his private mansion because you were sure the neighbours would have raised hell by now.

Now you were sitting in the bath, still trapped on his cock as he gently cleaned you all over, pressing kisses to your soft skin and whispering praises and filth in your ear.

"You like this don't you bunny? You like when we get a little feisty hmm? Like riling me up huh?"

You hiccup out a giggle when he drags a finger over your sensitive folds, reminding you he's still very much seated inside you with a gentle roll of his hips.

"Buckkyy I love it but please... I can't come again...please..."

He presses soothing kisses to your cheek and lays back pulling you with him, making his cock sink deeper somehow.

"Told ya bunny, I don't care... Your gonna come, just come baby, don't care how much it hurts, I want, what I want..."

He swipes and flicks at your puffy clit and gently thrusts upwards making the water slosh around you. You emit a long high pitched moan as your peak slowly but forcefully knocks the wind from your lungs.

He presses soft kisses to your face and shoulders, gently stroking your worn out limbs as you shudder to a halt, utterly exhausted.

"Good girl, that was a really good one Bunny..."

Eventually he is drying you off and bringing you back to bed, which he seems to have remade in your absence.

Your tired body slides into the middle of the bed and you sink into the pillows, limbs heavy and achey but you still feel on cloud nine. Strong arms wrap around you again, this time a lot less tight than the time before.

"Oh Bunny, such a silly girl hmm?"

You laugh softly, your voice feeling a little croaky as he presses kisses to your neck, making your tingle all over.

"Msorry Bucky. I just don't like it when you tease me in front of people..."

He chuckles as you yawn, hugging you closer and slotting his body closer behind yours. "I should know better shouldn't I baby girl?"

You yawn again and nod, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands smooth over your body, gliding over your thighs, holding you tight.

You are just about to doze off when you feel his hands lift your thigh upwards and he presses his cock back into your pussy. You gasp and grip onto the pillow as his deep groan mixes with a chuckle.

"Bunny you need to pay attention more...I don't feel better just yet. Maybe one more and I'll feel better then..."

🫠

[cherryredstars]

Hi!! This is my first time requesting so I’m a bit nervous but can you write where Miguel gets Jealous when He sees reader talking to other spider people? Like he isn’t insecure he knows reader won’t cheat but he can’t help but feel jealous. fluff and maybe some smut??

Sorry if it’s confusing but have a good day or night!

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fluff, Sexual Touching, Marking

Summary: Jealousy, Jealousy 

A/N: So sorry your first request took so long :((

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

He knows it’s irrational.

There isn’t really a threat, not to him. He knows you’re loyal and has seen it every time you stood by him. He knows he treats you well and that you absolutely adore him. But he can’t help that ugly ball from burning in his stomach. It burns bright and hot, warming his skin and causing his muscles to vibrate. His hands clenched shut, no matter how many times he flexes them. To hide them and to keep the unease still in his body, he crosses his arms over his chest.

With his advanced hearing, he can catch snippets of the conversation despite being at the entrance of the cafeteria. It made his skin twitch, and he huffed as he straightened himself from his leaning position. The spider was droning on and on, catching words like gorgeous, deserves the best, date, fancy, breathtaking. Miguel had to roll his shoulders back from the hunched position they were starting to take. 

After your order was placed on the counter- the only reason he left his office in the first place was because you were starting to get hungry-  you had waved goodbye to the Spider, making your merry way back to him. The jealousy in his stomach started to die down as you approached, a wide smile on your face. You stopped right in front of him, proudly showing off the two pastry bags in your hand and the cup in the other. 

“Look! I got you an empanada!” The way your chest had puffed out like a proud puppy expecting praise was endearing, and he smiled the tiniest bit. 

After mumbling out a quiet thank you, he placed a hand to the small of your back, guiding you out of the cafeteria. You had begun to mumble as you walked with him, occasionally cutting off to say hi to a few people who passed. Miguel listened absentmindedly, nodding along to what you would say. You had begun to quiet down when the two of you reached his office, walking onto his platform. His hands hovered around your body, prepared to catch you if you were to fall while getting up. 

As the platform began to rise you perked up again. “Oh, I was talking to Peter earlier an-”

You yelped as Miguel grabbed you, pulling you in front of him. Your breath faltered as he buried his face into your neck. His teeth scraped against the tender skin, making you feel slightly dizzy. Your hands tightened around the things in your hand, the lid of your cup making a soft pop as it detached from the cup’s rim. A small whine left your mouth as Miguel teeth slightly punctured your skin, and tilted your head so he could have more room. 

He hummed as his teeth left your skin, putting his head in place. He lapped against the mark, making your body shiver. “Don’t like when y’talk about other men.”

The words were a mumble, and you couldn’t fully process them as Miguel’s hand traveled down and cupped your clothed sex. You let out a sharp gasp as he began to grind his palm over you. You can feel your arousal dripping from your body, and you slouched into Miguel’s shoulder to muffle your noises. Miguel cooed down at you softly, smelling the sexual pleasure escaping your skin. He continued to like the bite mark, adding hickeys to accompany it. 

You couldn't help yourself from grinding into his hand, whining into his neck as your body softened into him. It didn’t take long for your release to build up in your stomach, and you panted heavily against his skin as you began to lose yourself. You let out a dragged mewl as you came, a flush covering your cheeks. Miguel pulled away from you slightly, just enough to see the dazed look in your eyes. 

He chuckled, massaging your cheek to try to coax you out of your haze. You blinked a few times before the glaze in your eyes cleared, looking up at him. There’s his baby. You cleared your throat, looking down at the things in your hands and surprised to find that they’re still in tact. You looked back up at Miguel, mouth dry and forcing yourself to take a sip of your drink. 

“Um, anyways… Peter-671 proposed to MJ.”

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[sanjisblackasswife]

𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

I feel like we really needa talk about how much Sanji absolutely LOVES the fact that he can eat your pussy

CW: PUSSY MUNCHIN🗣️, TWT Link mentioned😔

Sanji perverted ass definitely has an oral fixation. Pretty obvious.

But you never realized it until you finally taught him how to eat pussy.

You were his first everything, kiss, love, sexual encounter, and finally after shyly asking to go down on you, you allowed him, oh if you knew then what you knew now you would have let him do this a while ago.

You don’t even remember the last time you just went down on him, JUST for him, now it’s “Well sit on my face while you do it, babe.”

You’re beginning to believe letting him indulge in your slit is all the pleasure he needs.

He cannot spare more than a day without tasting you once, he always has you legs spread and wide all for his eyes and mouth only to partake in, with of course your tiddies out because he loves them too when he looks up, flicking the clit with his tongue to see how your eyes roll back as you whine his name so softly.

Sanji also is aware of how much you love his soft clean hands too. He takes extra care of them now, wearing gloves more often than usual for your pleasure as well. Which is why when he presses his long slender digits inside your pussy it does nothing but make you repeat his name and other incoherent words on repeat.

The way how he swirls his entire mouth on your clit, slurping and moaning inside of your slut like you were his favorite ice cream makes you feel so embarrassed. It was embarrassing to see how into it he was, on his knees just to taste you again.

Sanji is a simple man. If he can please you, he is pleased himself. So it’s nothing for him to get up 45 minutes earlier than he usually does to kiss and lick your cunt (with also massaging your sore breast from the night prior of him being a little rougher than usual). He loves how you hips grind against his lips, how he can feel you clench down on his long tongue when he fucks you with it.

Your pretty blonde treats you like one of his very own 6 star meals, devouring and savoring every drop you have to give him. Maybe more. He is selfish. Even after cumming he still wants more, he’ll kiss your clit, smirking subtly at your cries and tugs at his pretty dusty blond hair, and say it’s just him “Cleaning” you up.

Not like you could leave anyway, he was stronger than you so trying to escape would just cause you to be caged in his arms, thighs forcefully spread open for him to latch back onto you.

He’s so sweet though, he’s never rough unless told to do so, kissing and admiring your entire body before going where he is needed most. His natural scent already overpowering your senses when your see his head trail down to your lips, neck, breast, tummy, and down to between your legs. Sanji is so overwhelmed with how well you both fit against one another like a puzzle piece, you were so soft to him, you felt like Heaven.

He was shameless, moaning on how he can do this forever, if you were his only source of food he’d be fine, he could die in between your thighs. Giving your ass slaps of appreciation, his eyes roll back more times than yours from when you arch your back against him, pressing him further inside you.

And to top it all off; you love it all, you love how willing he is to ignore his painful erection to make you a mess, to make you feel on cloud 9, Sanji doesn’t love to eat you out because he’s a pervert (well not the whole reason), but because of how this is one of the few things he believes he excels in doing to make you happy to be with him.

Your legs always shake when Sanji is going down on you. You never experienced anything like it. He was so skilled on which way to lick, when to exchange his attention to your hole to your clit. But he swore he’s never done it before, he says “It’s instinct.”

You knew it was bullshit, but who were you to question? Oh, right you couldn’t if you want to because your pretty little mouth was agape, only whining of his name, eyes crossed, and toes curled to what your pervy little boyfriend had access to.

[crystalflygeo]

Sinful voice. ft "Morax" + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, uuhh fantasizing? petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, babygirl, darling).

notes: I literally had this sudden brainrot idea today at work (rip) and as soon as I came home I typed all this in a rush and bOI. That man's voice is just...... no words. Drives me insane, wild, crazy, feral.

To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You were starting a new chapter of your life, fresh into college, moving to a whole other city to dedicate to your studies and enter the “adult world”

You’d arrived a few weeks early to move in and start settling on your little space, it was barely a small room in a house you’d share with other new students. You’d even share a kitchen but hey, at least each one had a tiny individual bathroom for yourselves.

Tomorrow was the big day. Your first day. And although you’d heard many people say they would just take it easy or even skip the first few days (because “they were not that important” as schedules and teachers were still being organized) you’d heard just as many stories about how college was difficult and important and you gotta make good first impressions and familiarize and meet new people and blablabla…

It was pretty nerve-wracking.

So here you are, way past midnight, rolling over in bed unable to calm down.

You sigh and start messing around with your phone, bored. Maybe you can just skip tomorrow?

Or maybe…

You bite your lip. There’s a little something you can do to… relax.

Before you can even think, your fingers are already typing the familiar webpage name on the phone, already smiling mischievously.

In your search for a little “spice” for your solo pleasure sessions you often went for audios and ASMR content. The sounds and voices were much hotter than excessively raunchy lame crude run-of-the-mill videos in your honest opinion. All you had to do was get comfy, close your eyes, and immerse on the fantasy. It was bliss.

And so, a few months ago you had found him.

Morax.

Oh, that man had a voice to die for, deep and rich like syrup, making you shiver and whine every time. His content was absolutely top-notch and you’d been instantly drawn like a moth to a flame ever since you’d managed to drag out one of your best orgasms ever after listening and playing along for a few minutes.

And when you dug around and found his subscription page? Oh boy, you were a goner.

You can only imagine what your parents would say if they knew you spend money on something like this but hey, financial independence means you can spend your money (from part time-jobs and whatnot) on whatever you want.

And damn you want this sexy voice murmuring dirty praise on your ear.

You scramble out of bed, grabbing your earphones and getting rid of some of your clothes before settling down again comfortably, pillow propped against the headboard, almost giggling excitedly as you scroll around the page’s contents.

Morax was obviously an experienced dom. His content covered a myriad of different kinks and scenarios, many of which you had even only started to explore because of him. And though his voice was always calm and refined, with this sweetness and dominant tilt to it, his growls and groans could be just as wild. Morax sounded downright sinful when angry, scolding or degrading the listener. And his moans and soft chuckles? Oh, you could just faint with those.

Or come, probably. Yeah.

“Daddy fucks you in his lap” “Overstimulating my pet’s little clit” “Grind your sweet pussy on Master’s leg” “Waking you up with my big cock” “Making you my good girl” “Cum until you cry and beg”

You blush as you look at the titles, skimming around tags and descriptions looking for whatever strikes your mood tonight. Heck, anything would be fine if it was him though, you swore you weren’t even into the whole daddy kink before you heard Morax but now…

Oh.

Well lucky you, he’d just uploaded something new a few hours ago, you were one of the first views… ever the fangirl, huh? You click on it as you subconsciously lick your lips. Gods, your body feels hot and needy already, knowing what’s to come.

“Daddy spoils your little pussy” reads the caption, and you place your phone by your side, lying down, propping your legs and closing your eyes.

Oh, oh my god. Your breath catches as the audio starts off right away with some lewd wet noises. Usually, Morax would sweet talk for a bit first to set the scene and mood, but you sure weren’t complaining!

Your heartbeat speeds up as your hands start rubbing at your legs and over your panties, just trying to get your body up to speed.

“Hmmm… oh, there you are sweetheart.” Gods. Morax’s voice. You already wanted to moan at the deep baritone vibrating in your ears. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”

How ironic that you couldn’t sleep yourself.

His voice drags, sounds a little tired and hoarse, it just adds to it and you picture him kissing and dragging his tongue along your skin “You like that don’t you baby? Feeling my lips… tracing your hipbone like this. I can feel the goosebumps blooming along your skin.”

Oh goosebumps alright, you shiver as you rub at your skin a little impatient, how you wish you really had his lips worshipping you right now.

“You don’t even have to do anything, you can even just go back to sleep, if you’d like.” He chuckles. “But daddy just needed you, he needed his… hmm… sweet babygirl.”

“Hng Morax yes… need you too, daddy.” You whisper softly, already shifting on the sheets.

He continues to kiss and whisper sweet nothings about how he wants to make you feel good, kiss you and pamper you and make you relax, and you melt. His soft breathing and wet sucking and kissing noises turning you on instantly.

“Alright sweetie let’s take these panties off.” There’s a slight rustle of fabric in the audio as you quickly strip off your own underwear along. “That’s a good girl. Hmm… look at your sweet little pussy, already wet and swollen for me.” He groans and you whimper and buck your hips.

“Oh god please…” You’re so keyed up already. Morax simply has that effect on you, and you wish he would hurry so you can start touching where you most need it.

“Hmm… just relax sweetheart. Lie down and let daddy take care of you… of your cute little pussy.” More erotic noises follow as you picture him slowly going down and down until he kisses and licks at your folds. “Oh, that tickles sweetie?” Another sinful chuckle.

His voice, his voice was just so good. You’d wondered many times what kind of man would have such a deep hypnotizing voice. Surely he was older, but maybe not quite a silver fox. Dark hair, maybe? A large frame, broad shoulders, lean muscles but still elegant, a proper gentleman to go with his personality.

You knew he had golden eyes, that was a fact. Well, at least what he’d mentioned in a couple of scenes, it could very well be a lie but you wanted to believe in that mysterious domineering golden glow, staring up at you like molten heat from above you or between your legs.

Morax’s voice keeps feeding your fantasy, commenting how wet you are, how your body twitches, how he drags, slow and languid around your hole and oh, it’s like your body responds exactly the way he wants, guided by him.

“Darling, let me just… hmm… suck on your cute little clit like this.”

“Ah!”

A shock of pleasure runs trough your veins as you start rubbing on the little nub. His voice muffled, moaning as he sucks and licks and sighs deeply, clearly enjoying this.

“So sweet, so good for me. Oh, it makes daddy just ache for you sweetheart.”  

You want Morax’s cock in you yesterday.

His voice turns breathy and strained, the noises and tension intensifying as you rub faster, legs shaking, your breath coming out in gasps to match his, back arching off the bed. It’s all so good, his praise, his dirty words, his gasps, his moans.

“Come on sweetie, I know you want my big cock but first… hng… first daddy wants you to cum hah… do that for me princess? Come for daddy, come on.”

“F-fuck… fuck… hnnng” You mewl. “M-Morax…”

“I got you darling I’m right here, you can cum baby I want to taste you.”

“Ah A-Ah!” Your mouth parts into a silent scream and your whole body tenses and shudders, pleasure buzzing in your veins and under your flushed sweaty skin. Your juices spill against your hand but you imagine them wetting his chin as his voice groans and moans in your ears. You picture those half-lidded sultry golden eyes glowering at you.

“That’s a very good girl…” He chuckles, and your hazy mind can picture him nuzzling at your inner thighs. ��Now, now get ready babygirl, give me your legs like this.” A noise of sheets shifting registers in your brain “Around my shoulder and let me just… hng… stroke my big cock ready for you.”

Oh you were floating, your head was spinning, you parted your legs, following his every command, fingers still rubbing at your oversensitive folds to simulate whatever he was doing. You moan at the slick jerking sound and vaguely lament not having something to fill you up as he would.

“Hmm… we’re just getting started, my dear.” He hisses.

The night was long and the audio not even halfway…

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Even though you ended up going to sleep way past any reasonable time you didn’t really feel tired. In fact, you slept wonderfully, warm and sated. And so, you headed up to class with a carefree skip and bright smile, excited to see what this new day and new year would bring you.

The classroom was rather big but looked pretty empty even though the professor was already there, you slid into one of the front seats and quickly checked the time. You weren’t late or anything, he was just… punctual and early, it seems. Which is more than can be said by the majority of the students… if they are even coming to the class.

Some general studies were mandatory classes, though you’d only had to take a couple courses before moving to subjects more in line with your chosen career. But for now, seems like you had to deal with… history.

The professor was, well… handsome, to be quite honest. And you found yourself quietly admiring him from afar. Prim and proper with long silky dark hair in a low ponytail, a perfectly neat and brown suit, and thin elegant glasses that only drew more attention to his striking gold eyes. Not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place.

He was rather meticulous it seems, with the way he organized his material, checking the time before starting the class on the dot.

“Greetings everyone, my name is Zhongli.” He smiles warmly. “I believe a welcome in is order as this is your first day of college, a new stage of your life.”

No way.

Absolutely no fucking way.

His voice…

“Seems like you’re stuck with me for your very first class.” He chuckles.

Low and deep and velvet.

Oh, you know that exact same sound.

Your eyes widen.

Oh shit.

Mr. Zhongli is Morax…

“Let’s hope this year shall be a good and prosperous one, hm?”

[loveforeren]

I'm gonna fuck my love into you ➳❥ Eren x Reader

Jealous Eren I had my friend pick so I could write this.

Jealous!Eren heard from people every 2 seconds about what happened at yesterday's party. "Have you heard Y/N and Jean went upstairs alone together? They fucked for sure Y/N came down in different clothes." That was all he heard the whole day. You were throwing a small get-together of a few friends today so he was going to ask you about it after everyone left. He watches as Jean sits beside you and he clenched his jaw. His fist balls up tightly as Jean puts his hand on your thigh. Jealous!Eren looks away somehow maintaining his composure as Jean touches your body. That precious body of yours that he was ready to ruin.

"So what's up with you and horse face huh?" Eren asks keeping his eyes glued to his phone.

You turn to him, and laugh slightly thinking it was a joke. He's never had questions about anything like this.

"Why? You ain't cared about this before Eren." You questioned him.

"I want to know. E'vryone and they fucking mommas are talking about how you and Jean fucked. So I wanna hear it from you." He stated blankly.

"It's none of your buisness 'Ren. You've never cared why start now?" You say getting irritated by how seemingly fascinated he was for someone who never cared out this type of shit before.

Technically you were right you guys were just friends. For now. It wasn't his business but you not answering the damn questions was pissing him off.

"Nah stop that shit. I asked a fucking question, and I want an answer." He growled straightening his position to look at you as he glared with his green eyes which seemed to pierce into your soul.

"Fine, we fucked I don't know why your ass is trippin' over my shit." You say while staring into his green eyes.

You watch as his eyebrows knit together and he starts to frown. He turns his head away from you and pretended to go to his phone to make it seem as if he wasn't as mad as he was.

"Ion want you around him no more." He stated not caring to look back at you

"What the fuck? You are my best friend, not my boyfriend. Get that through your thick-ass skull. I don't know why your trippin' over some shit like this." You say now genuinely annoyed at Eren's newfound attitude.

You watch as Eren lets out a deep breath with what started to sound like a growl and you roll your eyes. The two of you sit in silence not saying a word to each other, but then you felt bad for the way you approached things so you sigh deciding to be the bigger person.

" 'Ren." You tap him on his shoulder trying to get his attention.

"Leave me alone bro." He uttered now sulking like a child.

Was this nigga serious? Was he really sulking over this shit when he's not even your man?

"I'm not your bro, and just fucking listen." You sigh getting agitated again because of his attitude which you felt was unneeded.

You tap his shoulder again but before you could call his name again you get pulled to him. His lips crash into yours as he kissed you roughly pulling you into his lap. You were going to pull away but his heat and his touch was something to die for. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, as you slowly grind against Eren, trying to get any type of friction through your clothes. He pulls away, and you see your lip gloss and whatever makeup was on your lips now smudged on his. You feel him lean forward and start to plant kisses along your jaw down to your neck.

"..'Ren..mm you know maybe you shouldn't-.." you say but is cut off.

"But Jean can?" He questioned staring at you intensely as if waiting for you to give him the okay to continue.

You sigh and give a small nod letting him know it was okay to continue. The second you nod his hands work to pull off your shirt. He pulls it over your head and then leans back slightly to get a view of your body. His hands slide down your side gently. He pulls you back into a kiss while his hands continued to work around your body.

" 'Ren calm down" you breathe out.

This was the first time Eren had ever touched you like this. There may have been little things like him wrapping his arms around your waist jokingly. It was jokingly or at least you thought it was...Now that you think about it he was really touchy. He'd put his hand on your thigh while he drove, he'd carry you to bed when you drank too much, and more stuff a boyfriend would do. You thought it was normal since he was your best friend..but now thinking about it he always seems extra attentive to you.

Eren's lips crash back into yours as you melt under his touch. He pushes your body onto the couch you're now under him, and his hands are clumsy messing with the button on your pants.

"Eren." You say catching your breath.

"What?" He asked as he finally got your pants off pulling them off in a quick motion.

"Why are you doing then all of a sudden?" You asked you felt as if you knew but you wanted to confirm.

"I refuse to let that bastard take you from me." He murmured.

Eren went and kisses your stomach gently his hands gripping your thighs. His fingers gently massaged your clothed clit. Your moans echoed through the small apartment. Your moans went straight to Eren's cock. His mind races, never in his life has he been this hard. Never in his life has he craved..no needed someone so bad. His lips kiss your thighs leaving mark after mark as he continued to massage your clit. Your moans and whines was enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Y/N.." he groaned lightly as he sucked and kissed your thighs.

His fingers move to the hem of your underwear as his eyes stay on your face. His fingers move from the hem, and he slowly slides them off of you throwing them not caring where they landed.

"You know how I fuckin' felt when I heard you fucked Jean," he growled.

His fingers slowly spread apart your warmth open. His lips going to clasp onto your clit while his fingers penetrated you. He lets out a delighted hum when he heard you gasp for pleasure. His fingers pumped into you causing you to become a moaning mess. Your walls clenched around his fingers earning a small groan that cause you to yelp almost from the sensation.

"..' Ren slow down" you managed to slur out amidst your moans.

His tongue continued to explore your needy and wet cunt. You squirm in his touch as your voice continued to echo around the room and make his dick unbearably hard. You feel his fingers leave you and you clench around nothing feeling empty.

"Why did you stop," you questioned even though it came out as a mumble he heard you.

"I'm going to fuck you until you realize just how much I fucking love you." He growled.

"Love me?" You questioned.

He didn't answer he simply slipped his pant slowly off, doing the same to his boxers. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer as his erect cock gently rubbed against you.

"Since you can't seem to feel how much I love you, I'm gonna fuck it into you," his hands rubbed your waist.

"How l-" Before you could finish your sentence you feel Eren's cock enter you quickly.

You gasped as he pounded into you. His hands gripped your waist tightly as you moan uncontrollably. You could barely hear because of how long you were but when you were able to listen you could hear Eren. His grunts and moans between him spewing out praises and possessive words.

"You feel so fuckin' good y'know that." Or "I want you to be mines and mines only ya hear me." Was all you could hear. You could practically feel his jealously ooze off of him.

One of his hands moved from your waist and squeezed your face pulling you into a feverish and sloppy kiss. You could hear him groan as he kissed you. His thrusts were deep and fast giving you little to no time to catch your breathe between screams.

"Do you know much I fuckin' love you now? Do you?" He questioned, his pace not slowing down.

"Y-yes- Fuck- right there please" You yelled out shamelessly.

His lips trailed across your neck sucking, licking, and kissing everywhere he could.

You were too engrossed in the pleasure that you didn't realize your phone was ringing.

'Jean'

Eren looked at the phone and his face turned into a scowl as he picked up the phone with no warning.

"She's fuckin' busy." He said making sure to go deep and fast earning screams and moans.

He hung up throwing the phone back over on the couch. His thrust was starting to get sloppy, and you were about to cum.

"..'Ren too Much- slow down" you yelped out.

"I Know take Ma, bare with me for a little longer." He mumbled.

You feel him stretching you out and pounding into you. It was so much..it was too much. You feel him put your hands over your head and he thrusts one last time. You felt the knot in your stomach snap. You felt him fill you up. He was so lucky you were on Plan B. He continues to fuck you through both his and your orgasm. He leans down still in you and lays his head on your chest.

"You know I love you so much? I'm tired of this best friend shit." He mumbled

Your hand went into his hair raking through it.

"Gimme a chance" He mumbled hugging you tightly.

"..we can try..I don't want our relationship to be ruined..you know how I can be.." you whisper quietly to him.

"I can deal with all parts of you..I love everything about you." He whispered back.

"..I love you too.." you whisper quietly.

You feel Eren let out a sigh of relief and you chuckled.

Eren and you had been friends for years. Looking back you always loved him. You just took time to realize how much you loved him.

"Thank god." He whispers before sitting up.

"..what are you doing?" You questioned.

"We're not done yet. I want to fuck my girlfriend. Maybe I'll fuck a baby into you." He said with a grin.

GAWD. I took forever to finish this bc I'm lazy. I have one more Eren fic to finish and a Miguel Lil snippet and a Jean fic so gimme a little yall. I'm trying

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[mktskii]

—Weirdest Homecoming of the Year

—Synopsis It’s homecoming season at U.A., and the chaos of midterms is behind you. Just when you think you can relax, Bakugou Katsuki, the explosive jerk who never seems to leave you alone, surprises you with a request that throws everything off balance. But his gruff demeanor hides a deeper longing that neither of you can fully grasp. As emotions collide and misunderstandings mount, can you both navigate the maze of feelings, and unspoken words to find something real amidst the chaos?

—Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x AFAB Support Course!Reader.

—Genre: Slow-burn romance, slice-of-life.

—Tags: Enemies-to-lovers, banter, RBF reader, not-so-grumpy x still grumpy, miscommunication, one-sided crush ENDS (YAY), support course expertise, Bakugo finally getting fine shytt (you), reader literally wants Bakugou so bad lol, reader wakes up from their denial and realizes they like Bakugou, hoco-inspiration lol.

—Notes: I genuinely wanted to end the series here but, no no no. Enjoy having to wait another long silencing week and gamble if this is gonna end or not. 😈 Also, reader finally not being mean??! Whattttt??

Bakugou Katsuki never did anything half-assed. When he wanted something, he’d go after it with every ounce of his being. So, why the hell was this so hard? You’d already picked Shinsou, and no amount of his griping, complaining, or subtle hint-dropping changed that. But he wasn’t one to give up. Especially not when he was finally beginning to understand why it bothered him so much.

As for you? The last few weeks had been weird.

The days leading up to the midterm review are quieter than expected. After the tense encounter in the Support Lab, Bakugou hadn’t bothered you, and you hadn’t exactly sought him out either. The only time you caught glimpses of him was in the cafeteria, or when he walked past the lab to “conveniently” drop off another piece of busted equipment that seemed to break way too frequently.

Bakugou, who normally stormed into your workspace like he owned the place, demanding fixes for things that definitely didn’t need fixing, had been… different. Quieter, maybe? Or more like, restrained. You weren’t sure how to put it, but you noticed. He wasn’t snapping at you as much, barely retaliated when you gave him a hard time. It was unsettling.

Today was no different. Bakugou had dropped by with his latest set: the infamous broken gauntlets—and not his phone for the 12 billionth time. You found yourself caught off guard by how calm he was as you worked, barely saying anything while you tinkered. The silence was so unlike him.

And then, just as you were about to hand his gauntlets back, you noticed his gaze lingering, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if holding back something. Red alarms blared in your head—Bakugou never just waited like this without yelling. Was he sick?

“Bakugou?” you asked, eyebrow raised.

He just grunted, crossing his arms tightly, his jaw clenching. You could almost see the gears grinding in his head, like he was forcing himself to keep quiet. It was unnerving.

“Spit it out already,” you pressed, annoyed at the tension building in the air.

For a moment, you thought he might explode—literally. But instead, Bakugou gave a sharp, frustrated exhale through his nose and pulled something out of his bookbag. You blinked, caught off guard by the sight of a massive, crumpled piece of paper. No—wait. It wasn’t just paper. It was… a poster?

You read the words, your heart rate picking up as Bakugou shoved it toward you, his cheeks tinted pink with frustration. The words “GO TO HOMECOMING WITH ME OR DIE” were messily scrawled in bold, angry letters, practically taking up the entire space. In a bright red marker, too. But that wasn’t the worst (best??) part.

The background had a collage of explosion clip art and..was that a small drawing of you and him with..SMILY FACES? It looked like a five-year-old had designed it.

“Bakugou… what the hell is this?” you muttered, completely baffled.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled, eyes darting away. “Tch. It's what it looks like, dumbass.”

For a second, you could only stare at the poster, completely dumbfounded. You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or run for the hills. But the longer you stared, the harder it became to hold back a smile. This was… his way of asking you out?

Before you could form a response, Bakugou pulled out a small box of chocolates from inside his bookbag again, almost shoving it into your hands. The wrapper was pristine, the brand one you had mentioned liking once—one time—and he remembered. He wasn’t even looking at you now, staring at the wall like it might swallow him whole.

“So? You goin’ or not?” he asked, voice gruff. He sounded like he’d rather fight a villain than stand there waiting for your answer.

You blinked down at the chocolates, completely caught off guard by how personal the gesture felt. The aggressive, explosion-laden poster was definitely Bakugou, but this? He remembered the brand you liked. He remembered things about you. Wow.

“Bakugou… I…” You trailed off, your heart suddenly feeling a little too full. How long had he been paying attention to you like this?

He cut you off with a huff, clearly growing impatient. “Look, if you’re just gonna say no, then—”

“No,” you interrupted, shaking your head with a small smile. “No, I wasn’t gonna say no. Yeah, I'll go with you.”

Bakugou froze, staring at you like you’d just short-circuited his brain. His brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait, what?”

You took a deep breath, trying not to laugh at how utterly Bakugou this whole situation was. “I said yes, Bakugou. I’ll go to homecoming with you.”

For a moment, you swore he forgot how to breathe. His eyes widened, and for once, the ever-brash Bakugou Katsuki looked completely out of his element.

“Yeah, well, of course you are,” he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away, but the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “You’d be a damn idiot not to.”

The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, the tension finally breaking, leaving a strange warmth in its place. You hadn’t expected Bakugou’s confession to be so… awkward, but somehow, it worked. It was him—loud, explosive, but with surprising care hidden underneath. He simply nodded and turned to leave, but not before aggressively forcing you to take his number so he'd tell you more about when he'd pick you up.

As you packed up your tools for the day, something in your chest fluttered at the thought of going to homecoming with him, of seeing him in a completely different light.

Homecoming day. To say you were underwhelmed would be an understatement. The whole thing had disaster written all over it. In fact..

Homecoming night didn’t go as planned.

First, Bakugou showed up at your door 20 minutes late, looking like he had just gotten into a fight with a swarm of angry bees. His hair was more tousled than usual, and there was a scowl plastered on his face as if the idea of going to Homecoming was physically painful for him. He blamed his 'Old Hag' (which you learn is how he addresses his Mother. Yikes.) for making him try on 9 billion different suits and, yeah he was making excuses, but you decided to let him pass for this one time.

Second, he refused to say anything the entire walk to the venue, except for the occasional grunt when you tried to make small talk. It was like pulling teeth, trying to get him to open up, but you figured that was just Bakugou being Bakugou.

And third… well, let’s just say the actual event was a disaster.

He radiated 'Debbie downer' energy, basically insulted everyone, and said they all looked 'ass', and well..just about everything wasn't up to his standards. Did he expect to be attending a grand ball? With him, you genuinely would never know.

Oh, and the highlight of his complaints? How the music sucked. Every song that played was something Bakugou clearly hated, and he made sure you knew it.

“This crap again? Can’t they play somethin’ decent?”

"Ugh, another slow song? Gimme a break."

"Whoever picked this shit deserves to get punched in the face."

You were trying to hold back your laughter. “It's homecoming, not your personal concert.”

And of course, there was the awkwardness of people constantly staring. Bakugou had his own fan club, and seeing him with you sparked more than a few curious glances. But Bakugou didn’t care.

At one point, though, it got to be too much. You both ended up outside, sitting on the steps in the cool night air, away from the noise and the stares. You kicked off your uncomfortable heels, stretching your feet with a groan.

“Well, this sucks,” you muttered, looking over at him. “You’re right. Homecoming’s kind of lame.”

Bakugou huffed, leaning back on his elbows, his eyes focused on the night sky. “Told you. These things are pointless.”

"So then, why'd you ask me?" Bakugou clicked his tongue, turning his head slightly like he couldn’t believe you were asking something so obvious. “Who the hell else would I take?” He grumbled, crossing his arms. “Besides… you fix my stuff. Least I can do is take you out, right?”

You laughed softly, and for a moment, everything felt easy. Comfortable, even. Sitting there next to Bakugou, the frustration and awkwardness of the night began to melt away. He didn’t say anything, but the tension between you had shifted. It wasn’t bad. It was just…different.

Suddenly, Bakugou spoke, his voice quieter than usual. “Why didn’t you ask me to be your model?”

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, turning to face him. “Huh?”

“For your midterm project,” he continued, not looking at you. “You picked that Shinsou guy. Why not me?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure why it mattered so much. “I didn’t think you’d want to. You’re…you know, busy.”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes widened at the bluntness. Bakugou turned his head, finally meeting your gaze, his red eyes sharp. “I would’ve done it. You didn’t even ask.”

"But I saw you turning everyone down."

"That's 'cause I don't like everyone."

You stared at him, speechless. For someone who usually had no problem speaking his mind, this was… different. Vulnerable, almost. Like he was actually bothered by the fact that you hadn’t chosen him. Also, wait. Does that mean he might like you? [yes, you IDIOT.]

“I didn’t know you’d care,” you admitted, your voice softer now.

Bakugou’s eyes flickered, and for the first time that night, his usual scowl softened just a little. “Of course I care, dumbass. I asked you and you just said 'Cool' and that fucking..sucked.”

There was a pause. Neither of you moved, the weight of his words hanging between you. And then, before you could stop yourself, you smiled.

“You coulda just asked like a normal person,” you teased lightly, nudging him with your elbow. "You really are the worst."

He scoffed, the tension breaking. “Yeah, well, you’re not much better.”

Another beat of silence. But this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was something else. Something lighter.

“You wanna get out of here?” Bakugou asked suddenly, pushing himself to his feet.

You raised an eyebrow. “What, and miss the rest of this magical evening?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, offering you his hand to help you up. “Let’s go.”

You took his hand, warmth spreading through you as his grip tightened around yours. Maybe this wasn’t the perfect night, but for some reason, with Bakugou by your side, it didn’t feel like a disaster anymore. It felt like…something else. Something better.

As you walked away from the noise of the dance, his hand still holding yours, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad night after all.

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[do-i-love-jaal-today]

Jaal reacting to seeing SAM kill you (and revive you thanks SAM) to escape from the Archon's trap, once you're both safely back on the Tempest (I feel like there should have been a scene with the LI about this, a dramatic you-almost-died-and-I-need-to-hold-you scene)

Funny how I can both not remember a scene well, but also know exactly what to do with it.That being said, we absolutely should’ve had a stronger reaction from Jaal. Even if it was barely contained emotion.

Doing this HC styled for the moment, but feel free to request this as a mini-fic, if that’s more your speed!

In the moment, he tries so hard to be okay with it. SAM said it was the only way, so it has to be the way this happens, right...?

However, Jaal is bitterly realizing he’d much rather bare through being on Kadara for hours on end if it meant he didn’t have to be here. Emotions are choking him up, especially watching your limp body collapse on the ground. Grinding his teeth when SAM is struggling a moment with reviving you.

He should be used to this. The grief. The risk of loss; why else enter the Resistance? One must face loss and still fight on. Even understanding that one’s own life is at risk. To protect the whole...

But just this once... Can’t he be greedy? Can he not wish for your survival? To not have to see you like this...?

Being revived is a relief he can hardly put to words- further choked up at you taking breaths of air once more- but his heart still aches with a fierceness unrivaled.

...For now, he holds his tongue. Stills his arms from reaching out and holding you to the point it hurts. (He’d be sorry for it, but to know your alive and can feel takes precedent over all else, at the moment.) There is still a mission to finish. He can do that much.

(As much as it maddens him to do so. For the first time in his life, Jaal loathes putting the mission first. He almost lost his darling one, and he cannot react until the end? It’s no different from past missions he’s had with other angara; this hurts in a way unlike those, however.)

He gives you some time. Gives himself a few moments to be composed, before you inevitably seek him out... Yet, he cannot still his shaking hands. Hold back a few tears from escaping. How can he find any semblance of peace when he does not want to lose you...?

His back is to you, staring at nothing, when you enter. And when your voice sounds in greeting, he is quick to turn and pull you into a hug. It’s almost crushing, but he seems to have pulled himself together just enough to prevent any further harm.

You still have to ask him to ease up!

Jaal pours out his heart without any further nudging. He loves you so, seeing that was one of the worst moments of his life, how can he bear to know you may end up like that again...?

...And yet, he cannot stop you. He needs the kett stopped as much as you do. To protect his cherished people. For the chance that someday, maybe, on an off-chance... That his creators may return. Because he loves this little “extended, friend-family” that the Tempest is for him, now.

He loves you. And to love you is to know that your people- all those from the Milky Way- need the kett gone, too. This isn’t something to give up on, even though seeing you die in front of him will haunt his nightmares for the rest of his days.

...You both cry. The hug he pulls you into is less constricting, but that’s what your heart is probably doing right now, anyways. His head nuzzles the top of yours, his tears getting on there...but you cannot find it in you to care right now.

Jaal admits that he wishes to not be without you. However, his bunk is...terribly small. Isn’t yours bigger?

You can’t help but laugh and agree. A small cutscene of the two flopping onto your bed, cuddling close. A momentary comfort, for the fight ahead.

“Keep me with you, won’t you, darling one...?”

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

After a nice shower, you always brush your teeth and change clothes. It has become a habit. What else has become a habit is to hear flirty comments and sexual innuendos thrown at you by your boyfriend as you change. He just loves standing in the doorway to the bathroom as you finish up your little routine. It may or may not lead to sex. Depends on the day.

What was different today, you may ask? Your boyfriend, Takami Keigo, is currently absent from Japan thanks to a mission he was sent on. This absence has been going on for a week and is supposed to last a few more days. It was killing you inside. You missed his strong arms wrapped around your waist and the way he would kiss your neck and let out that boyish giggle when you laughed and yelled out that it tickled. You also missed the intimate moment to between you both.

You sigh and rub your bare collarbone from instinct. You paused and looked around the bathroom wildly. Keigo had gifted you one of his smaller feathers as an anniversary gift a long time ago. He claimed that it was for your protection. If you ever needed him, he would know thanks to his connection to that feather. You immediately had that feather put on a necklace so you could wear it 24/7. At the moment, it was missing from its designated place around your neck.

You quietly yelp when you feel something breeze past your ankle. You look down, expecting to find a rat or maybe a spider, but you don't find anything. Suddenly, a red blur whizzes post your face, tickling your nose. You cup the skin on your nose and scratch at the tingly sensation. By this time, it was easy to figure out that Keigo was being his cheeky self. Using this feather to mess with you, even when he was away. You know he can sense things through that feather, so you try talking to him via the object.

The words quickly die in your throat when the feather wiggles its way between the towel and your breasts, slowly descending down your stomach to reach your lower abdomen. "K-Keigo cut that out -" You try to scold him. But almost as if he was chuckling that same evil, seductive, lustful chuckle that you've grown accustomed to, the feather vibrates against your skin.

It's a soft vibration, but it was definitely still noticeable. You gasp and immediately clench your thighs. You find yourself shakily exiting the bathroom as you make your way to the bedroom where your phone would be. You nearly collapse when the feather slides between your clenched thighs to vibrate right against your slick folds.

Your hand covered your mouth, preventing yourself from giving him the satisfaction of hearing your moans. When you finally reach your phone, you are bent over the bed, pushing your hips into the edge of the mattress as you try to keep yourself from grinding against the material of the cushion or the feather.

"Yes, babybird?" Keigos smug voice calls out after the first two rings. You felt your hand tighten around the phone. "Keigo, stop, you know I have work tomorrow.. you can't get me worked up like this." You breathlessly warn him. Keigo only chuckles at you, that bastard.

"Baby, we both know that's not why you're frustrated with me," He pauses. A shuffle can be heard on his end of the line. "It's because it's not my fingers fucking you, isn't it?" You couldn't help but exhale a small moan at his words. He clicks his tongue, and you can hear him unzip his pants. "Or is it because I'm not there to satisfy you?" He asks. A pathetic noise exits from your throat as you find your hips moving along his feather. "You know I never finish when you're not here.." You whine.

"My poor baby." Keigo coos. "I know, and don't worry." He reassured. You could hear a sudden click behind you, causing your movements to halt and your eyes widen. "I've sent a good friend of mine to help my baby out." Keigo speaks up. Boots walk up to your quivering form, and before you can react, a hand grabs a fistful of your hair and firmly yet gently tugs your head back to look at the ceiling. "Need some help, little mouse?"

[shequotesherself]

It's a hard boss

I die again

The cat is waiting in the respawn room

I don't have to talk to him

I press a button

This is the 20th time you've died to this boss... Are you even trying?

His voice is a series of pitches

That echo against the featureless walls

“It's a hard boss,” I say.

Hard?

He scoffs.

Please. This is only as hard as you make it If you wanted to, you could go kill enough other things to be able to cut him down in a single strike You expect me to have sympathy for you?

Torches shift statically in the background.

Everything is oversimplified,

Texture-less blotches of color

“Getting all of those levels is boring,” I say, “It would take days to grind enough enemies to make this guy easy, And then it wouldn't even be any fun to beat him.”

We all do things we don't want to do to get to where we need to be I, for instance, constantly repeat myself to you Because that is my job Do you think I enjoy that?

The cat's expression doesn't change

His mouth moves instantaneously from open to shut,

Like a light turning on and off

If you wanted to, you could tear this world apart Atom by atom You could disembowel it and use the guts to make a god of yourself This "boss'' might as well be a piece of paper between a pair of scissors All you have to do is cut him in half

He looks past me, into some unseen corner

In a perpetual state of stoic irreverence

We've been here for a long time

“I don't know how to code.”

Excuses, excuses

The cat makes that noise he makes

Halfway between a sigh and a laugh,

Like a spoken eyeroll

I bet there are a million videos out there showing you exactly how to do it I bet people have scraped this microscopic universe like the bottom of a barrel With a few clicks, you could find blueprints for the inside of my skull You not knowing is an issue of willpower

My mouth moves instantaneously from open to shut, no sooner than

My mind moves instantaneously from open to shut

Do I expect him to have sympathy for me?

“I've tried it before... I'm just no good,” I say quietly.

The cat doesn't immediately respond

Look, it's simple,

he says at last,

If he kills you, you come back to life If you kill him, he's dead forever We both know he can be killed Therefore he only wins when you give up Are you giving up?

I don't have an answer

Music plays softly in the background,

A simple two-instrument loop

The sound of purgatory

Let me ask you a question.

His pupils move slowly from the corners of his eyes to the centers and

Stay there for a second,

Or maybe I imagined it

If you're not willing to put in the effort, What's the point of complaining? The boss being hard is irrelevant. We both know you could kill him if you really tried, But you aren't trying, So my question is this: If you're not going to take my advice, Why bother interacting with me at all?

I don't have an answer

The cat stares at the unseen corner.

Do I expect him to have sympathy for me?

I end the dialogue

And walk through the door again

I can hear his words repeating in my head

As the fight begins anew

[aluckiicoin]

msg→ [Precious Jalokivi]: what do you mean by it?

msg→ [Precious Jalokivi]: this isn't funny Ven. Answer you beacon.

Missed call from Blue Rat

Missed call from Blue Rat

Missed call from Blue Rat

Missed call from Blue Rat

msg→ [Precious Jalokivi]: where are you?! I can help! Just say something! Anything!

msg→ [Precious Jalokivi]: Aventurine I'm begging you, don't be dead. Please dear Qlipoth don't be fucking dead

msg→ [Precious Jalokivi]: if you dare die, I won't ever forgive you

And more messages like that were blowing up his phone now that the Cornerstone had arrived back to the land of the living. Desperate text messages mixed with missed calls and erratic, panic sounding voice messages were left. Each one becoming more and more nonsensical as desperation and fear gripped the thief.

Sampo was afraid. He was worried for him. And for all the Fool knew, Aventurine was dead. Leaving him to cry and pick up the broken pieces.

It had been a while since he had been returned to reality. If it weren't for that armour-clad fella he probably would not have made it in time. Aventurine did, in fact, not remember how he made it out of the primordial dreamscape – everything was a terrible mess of jumbled parts, reality, dream and hallucinations mixed together. He had already been tripping a while before taking it up against the astral express crew. Whatever trick the Halovian had played on him in the name of the Harmony had truly been an excruciating ordeal.

It was a miracle he got his hands on proper information at all – despite the scandal and whatever his perceived death might have provided prior – before falling apart completely. And even now, somehow patched back together and signed of as 'fine' by a doctor of chaos, it still felt like he was coming asunder. Constantly, at any moment. Torn at the edges, fraying apart, tormented by nightmares worse than those he had grown used to. He had been spiralling within the chaos and nothingness, the hollowness of nihility for a good while.

It had taken a long while before his fingers had reached for his phone in search of distraction and comfort. Unsurprisingly it gave him nothing – hah! All business, people who hoped to beat him in a gamble or missed his endorsement. A ton of messages that had only been delivered the moment he joined back into reality a few days ago. It spoke to his connection to this world that most of the messages were mere spam, commercials or business and gambling related.

A total of two real living beings had reached out to him. A pathetic testament. One of them being the trailblazer who still had use of him, he supposed. The other one however, building up to an impressive number of missed called and unread messages, was his dearest blue rat.

In a moment of utter folly he had pressed on the messages, telling himself that maybe the man was in danger – surely he had to be if he kept spamming at him like that. In hindsight? With that much time passed what could he have possibly done to help the fool?

Surely if the other had been in danger he would have lost him already. The mere thought opened a familiar pit in his stomach he did not want to examine further.

And even though it hadn't happened the mere thought still sent ice through his veins. The words directed at him were nothing like that however.

They focused on his own survival, his own life, a screaming raving desire for him to still be there yet.

The gambler had no idea how to deal with how those words tore him apart inside out.

Help him?

Well it was a little late for that.

All those colourful heartfelt expressions directed at him kept grinding the remains inside of him to dust until the walls slammed back up in a desperate attempt to keep his worldview alive.

Ah, what a fabulous actor still.

His dear blue rat really gave his all in this role, didn't he.

Maybe the money he had sent him was too low? In hindsight – compared what he had spent on him before – it was barely a drop on a hot stone wasn't it?

Don't be dead. The way it was said sent shivers down his spine, the desperation in it yet - Ah, yes a dead man was a terrible tool in most cases. In hindsight he should've ignored those messages.

Left them to rot in the void and give his rat the promised chance on freedom. If Sampo thought of him as dead, he'd just forget about him. There was nothing more the get out of him then after all. The thought shouldn't hurt as much as it did.

But he was... what exactly? Too selfish and curious? Too arrogant? Too foolish to ignore the send messages? Whatever the case, he now had to witness the clear sign next to the messages that those had been sent and read.

Any chance to just disappear into the aether wordlessly was gone. So in the unlucky event his rat checked his phone, he would know him alive – and silent.

Would he be angry about the continued silence? Or would he accept it as it was? He could hardly imagine the later. He allowed himself to fantasize though. The vague chance that his rat still waited for a message. Took the unanswered but read messages as a sign of his survival. He should say something, anything if those two signs next to the message already sealed his fate.

He couldn't undo it after all. He might yet be sentenced to die but he could at least give something to the man that had been part of his dying thoughts.

That fact was also what kept him from it.

The way that his rat had appeared before him when he thought he would die. Right at the point where he should've met his family, finally remember their faces. Instead, he'd been met with thoughts about the masked fool instead.

It wasn't fair, neither to him nor to the fool. Yet, when he had to face death, he wondered if the other would miss him – he was the only one that could still miss him after all. It was such a foolish regret too – he had never properly said goodbye to him. Now it turned out the man had been thinking about him. And he still didn't know how to deal with it. Worst of it all, he wasn't even sure if he would survive the next weeks. Destroying a cornerstone was a crime unprecedented. He might still die yet. So, he didn't answer in the end. What good would it do to look alive and get his rat's hopes up if he still had to die after all.

[defjux]

Hi Chris! I followed you a few years back because you posted a lot of Jazz and Hip Hop but I know you're into other genres as well. I've been trying to branch out a bit and you seem like a good person to ask for recommendations, so I was wondering if maybe you could post some of your favorite band/artists currently or anything you'd recommend? Any genre is fine! Love your blog btw, glad to see you're still on here :) Cheers!

thanks for the kind words anon, always nice to feel like the time i've spent on here wasn't a complete waste. sorry it took a few days to respond to this, but i wanted to give a more in depth answer. i can throw out some recommendations for sure, i basically just went through my last.fm from the last year and added all the non hip hop / jazz stuff to a list. you didn't mention if you were into metal or hardcore at all and there's quite a bit of that on here, but if you're not interested in that let me know and i can suggest some other stuff. i'm not a genre expert or anything but i did my best to give a brief description, so maybe if you end up liking one of these artists it'd be easier to find something similar. also a good chance you might be familiar with some of the ones that are more hip hop adjacent. you can also click the name of the artist and it'll take you to an album i recommend on bandcamp or spotify. i'd also be down to do another one of these later if you want, you can even hit me up off anon if you want. i appreciate you and i hope you're doing well! peace.

tried to make this as neat as i could so i put it in alphabetical order and made it a read more. 1. 10th Letter (Electronic/Jazz/Hip hop - Underappreciated producer, if you’re a fan of Flying Lotus you’d probably like this) 2. Alvvays (Indie Pop / Dream Pop) 3. At the Drive-In (Post-Hardcore, Relationship of Command is my favorite album in the genre) 4. Autonoesis (Thrash Metal / Black Metal) 5. Birds in Row (Post-Hardcore / Screamo) 6. Blood Command (Poppy Post-Hardcore/Alt Rock. Not a huge fan of their new vocalist, but the previous album and EP with Karina are both fantastic) 7. Boris (Drone, Stoner Rock, Noise Rock, Sludge, Post-Rock, Crust Punk – depends heavily on the album. ) 8. Bruno Pernadas (Progressive Jazz Fusion Art Pop) 9. Brutus (Post-Hardcore / Post-Metal, Stefanie is one of my favorite vocalists right now) 10. The Callous Daoboys (Mathcore) 11. Chelsea Wolfe (Darkwave / Gothic Rock / Doom Metal / Dark Folk) 12. Cibo Matto - (Art Pop / Trip Hop) 13. Cleric (Avant-Garde Metal / Mathcore / Brutal Prog) 14. Cloud Rat (Grindcore / Punk) 15. Converge (Metallic Hardcore, another all time favorite band.) 16. Cult of Luna (Atmospheric Sludge Metal / Post-Metal) 17. The Dillinger Escape Plan (Mathcore, top 5 band of all time for me) 18. Dragged Into Sunlight (Blackened Death / Doom Metal) 19. Dreamwell (Screamo/Post-Hardcore) 20. Every Time I Die (Southern-fried Metalcore / Mathcore, an all time favorite of mine) 21. Fievel is Glauque (Jazz Pop / Progressive Pop) 22. Genesis Owusu (Hip Hop/Neo-Soul/Funk/Post-Punk - all over the place in a good way) 23. Gospel (Blend of 70s Prog Rock with Screamo/Post-hardcore, with their 2022 album being a lot more of the former but still very good.) 24. Greyhaven (Metalcore / Post Hardcore - one of the few bands i know of carrying the torch for that Southern-tinged Metalcore sound since Every Time I Die split) 25. Grouper (Ambient/drone, folk and dream pop influences)

26. Hiatus Kaiyote (Psychedelic Neo-soul / Nu-Jazz) 27.  Ichiko Aoba (Minimalistic Ambient Folk) 28. Imperial Triumphant (Avant-Garde Black Metal fused with Jazz) 29. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard (Foundation of their sound is pretty much Psychedelic Rock but they pull from all over the musical spectrum. Last album even had a couple tracks with rapping, hard band to classify. It’d be easier to list the rock subgenres they haven’t dabbled in) 30. Knoll (Grindcore / Death Grind) 31. Krallice (Avant-Garde Black Metal) 32. Liv.e (Neo-Soul / Alternative R&B) 33. Massa Nera (Post-Hardcore / Screamo / Post-Rock) 34. Maudlin of the Well (Avant-Garde Progressive Metal - Also check Kayo Dot) 35. Messa (Doom Metal) 36. Misþyrming (Black Metal) 37. Ne Obliviscaris (Progressive Black Metal with violin except it’s actually tasteful and doesn’t feel gimmicky) 38. Neptunian Maximalism (Avant-Garde Jazz/Drone/Noise/Industrial.. like Swans meets Sun Ra meets John Zorn’s Electric Masada. These guys also have some of the best album artwork out there.) 39. The Ocean (Progressive Metal / Sludge - mainly on the earlier albums) 40. Oranssi Pazuzu (Avante Garde Psychedelic Black Metal) 41. Os Mutantes (Brazilian Psych Rock) 42. Otoboke Beaver (Noisy, High energy Hardcore / Garage Punk from Japan, very fun band) 43. Panopticon (Atmospheric Black Metal with some Bluegrass and Folk influences) 44. Protomartyr (I think I like these guys the most out of all the newer Post-Punk bands) 45. Rolo Tomassi (Mathcore, Post-Metal, Post-Hardcore) 46. Senza (Blackened Screamo/Mathcore. Chaotic in a way that reminds me of Jerome’s Dream a bit.) 47. Sigh (Black Metal, Avant-Garde Metal, Progressive Metal) 48. Soul Glo (Noisy Hardcore Punk, 2022 album incorporated some more hip hop elements and even had rap features. Shout out to McKinley Dixon who used to be on tumblr waaay back about a decade ago.) 49.  Spiritbox (Alt Metal / Djent / Metalcore) 50. Stereolab  (Space Age Pop mixed with Lounge Music and Krautrock) 51. Sudan Archives (Alternative R&B, Art Pop / Neo-Soul) 52. Tim Hecker (Ambient / Drone) 53. toe (Japanese Math Rock / Post-Rock - Kashikura Takashi is one of the greatest drummers ever.) 54. Tómarúm (Progressive Technical Melodic Black Metal) 55. Tricot (J-Rock / Math Rock / Pop) 56. Tropical Fuck Storm (Punk-Blues, Noise Rock) 57. U.S. Girls (Psychedelic Pop / Art Pop) 58. Ulcerate (Technical Death Metal) 59. Ultha (Atmospheric Black Metal) 60. Vanishing Twin ( Neo-Psychedelic Art Pop, check if you like Stereolab or Broadcast) 61. Wake (Black Metal / Tech Death / Sludge - Grindcore on the early releases) 62. Weyes Blood (Baroque Pop / Art Pop) 63. White Ward (Black Metal / Blackgaze /Dark Jazz) 64. Wormrot (Grindcore) 65. Yves Tumor (Unique sound blending Neo-Psych / Soul / Glam Rock /  Hypnagogic Pop + some Sound Collage / Ambient stuff as well on earlier albums)

[vinegar-on-main]

VINNY!!!!!!!! YOU ARE NOW ELIGIBLE FOR 1 OF MY 3 SACRED STONE INBOX FICS!!!!!! you will become eligible for the other two once you beat chapter 11!!!!! this fic was inspired from how i just spent a comical amount of time grinding in the tower of valni and decided to make some slight eirika angst out of it :3

Leap back. Raise arm. Thrust. This motion was practically second nature to Eirika now. Monster after monster fell to her blade, almost like clockwork. Move out of the way quick once they throw their arms back. Counter while they recover.

This was their… well, she had lost count at this point. It was one of their visits to the Tower of Valni. Her and her comrades had made numerous visits to this foul place in order to make sure they were properly prepared for their journey, as the seemingly endless horde of monsters that flooded this tower’s floors made excellent target practice. After everything she’d gone through so far, she didn't expect anything to go her way or according to any sort of plan anymore. Before they headed out for Port Kiris and whatever awaited them in Rausten, she wanted to be ready.

She had to be strong. She needed to. So many people were relying on her. Looking up to her. People who would die if she made a single incorrect choice. She had to make sure nothing like what happened in Renais would ever happen again. She had to protect those she cares about. So it didn’t matter how much her arm hurt. It didn’t matter how her legs ached. It didn’t matter how the endless attacks of claws and spears got closer and closer to hitting her each time she dodged them. She had to keep going. She had t-

“Eirika?” Eirika nearly jumped out of her skin as she swiveled around to face whoever was speaking to her, seeing none I thee than a certain blue-haired pegasus knight giving her a concerned look. “T-Tana!” Eirika quickly stuttered out. “Yes? Can- can I help… you?” “We were… waiting for your word. We took care of all the monsters, but you looked… out of it.” Tana explained.

Right. Right, they had cleared out this floor. Her memory was getting a little… fuzzy. It was mostly just a blur of dodging and fighting. She was fine, though.

“Are you… doing okay, Eiri? You’ve been acting a little off for a few days now. Is something wrong?” Tana questioned.

“I’m fine.” Eirika mumbled, with a quavering voice of someone who was definitively not fine. Tana knitted her brow slightly. “If you say it like that, I’m not going to believe you.” “I… I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” Eirika stared, hoping to move on from this conversation.

“You’re pushing yourself again, aren’t you?” Drat. Tara did always have an uncanny sense of telling when something was bothering her.

Eirika simply averted her eyes and stood there in silence for a few seconds, hoping that Tana would just… give up, and go do absolutely anything else. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the kind of person Tana was. Eirika let out a shaky sigh “It’s… been a lot, these past few days. I… I want to make sure we’re ready. I want to be ready. But… I would be lying if I said this was not… taking its toll. But I need t-"

Eirika paused as Tana laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Listen, Eirika. I understand this is a lot. No one said war was easy. But you don’t have to do everything yourself. You can rely on us. You aren’t alone, alright? We’re all here to help you, and you need to know that, okay?” Eirika nodded.

Tana let out a satisfied huff. “Okay. I worry about you sometimes, so just… take care of yourself, alright?” Tana shot Eirika a playful wink. “Besides, you won’t be much help on the battlefield if you run yourself ragged, right?” Eirika cracked a small smile for what felt like the first time in days.

“Hehe… right. I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Tana.” Tana gave her a quick nod as she headed back to the main group to tell them of their next destination. Eirika finally took a moment to catch her breath, only now noticing how tired she was. Maybe they could call it a day early today. She probably wasn’t the only one who needed a break, and they needed to be prepared for their journey to Rausten tomorrow. A journey they would all walk down together.

BEANNN THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS AUGHHHHH I LOVE THEM THEYRE SO

[leftoverdinosaurbones]

Chapter 2: Decisions Made in the Middle of the Night

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Astarion NSFW - minors do not interact

[Act 1 & 2 Spoilers. Set in-game]

This is a darker fic I am working on, so please mind the content warnings below!

You can read it here or on Ao3 - whichever you prefer!

Content Warning: Knife play, blood, clear threats/descriptions of unaliving the OC, manipulation, dubious consent.

Summary: Here we have two people who definitely make each other worse.

Additional background: Astarion is a vengeance Paladin & the durge is a rogue. Not super important for the overall plot but good context for this chapter!

In Pursuit of Power Chapter 2: Decisions Made in the Middle of the Night

(Chapter 1 here)

“Are you awake?” Astarion asks, wiping a damp cloth over his face, removing the traces of his nighttime hunt.

You clear your throat to break up the thick sleep that coats your throat like honey, hoping it won’t betray your answer.

“Yes.” The lie tumbles easily out of your mouth.

Astarion rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair to fix his perfectly soft curls.

“Well, I’m not sure lying prone on your bed roll counts as keeping a watchful eye during your shift. But as long as you are awake, I suppose.”

You push yourself up on both of your hands, shooting a glare in his direction.

In reality, you’d only recently been able to doze off. You’d barely managed to scrap together a few moments of rest as your mind raced. You’ve been consumed by everything that has happened since last night, when the butler paid you a visit and ordered you to kill Isobel.

The memory of it made you bristle. You weren’t against the bloodshed - of course not. But the thought that he could come into your camp, uninvited, and make demands of you - you clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together at the audacity of the thought. He wouldn’t even tell you why Isobel needed to die. Instead, he spouted some tired excuse of innocence. You have no problem with killing - you relished it - but it will be on your terms. You will not be used as a mindless machine for others.

Earlier in the day, you also learned the meaning behind Astarion’s scars. He’d been uncharacteristically silent since Raphael explained their purpose, and Cazador’s intentions: to perform the Rite of Profane Ascension. If Cazador was successful, he would kill Astarion in the process. When you all returned to camp yesterday evening, Astarion retreated silently into the woods. Now, he is back for the first time since hearing of his potential fate.

“Since we are both up, why don’t we get some training in?” you offer, watching Astarion continue to preen himself.

Astarion let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Training? With you? And what could I possibly stand to learn from you that I haven’t already mastered in 200 years?”

“Honestly, your hand-to-hand fighting leaves much to be desired. You rely on your greatsword too much.” You sneer back at him, pride wounded. His attitude was off; his words cut you more than usual.

“Fine,” he huffed. “Let’s get on with it, or else you’re going to pout about it all day.”

Anger blooms within you, like tongues of flame licking up your insides. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. You want Astarion as an ally - with his current attitude, this could lead to more of an explosive end to your relationship.

Instead, you kick your feet out of your bedroll and march past him, grabbing a standing torch. The pixie’s blessing keeps you safe (enough) from the shadows, though you can hear strange noises echoing deep within the trees. Astarion follows you silently, several paces behind, stalking. You feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

A small clearing opens up, just wide enough for both of you while leaving little room to retreat. You both place your torches on either side of the clearing, the small flames providing a faint glow across the clearing. You unhook your belt and place it, along with your daggers, neatly on the ground. You dig around your bag to find a pair of leather gloves to slip on to protect your hands.

Astarion takes a lap around the clearing, flexing and releasing his muscles. Light and shadows from the torches dance across his skin as he moves. You close your eyes and look away - you can’t be distracted before you’ve even started.

“Okay. Let’s start light as a warm-up and work our way up.”

“I don’t need to warm up,” Astarion responds flatly, his back towards you.

Your eyes couldn’t roll further back into your head. “Fine. I’ll just match whatever pace you need. We can start when you’re ready.”

You ease into your stance, knees slightly bent with one foot leading. Your eyes follow his body, tracing the movements of his shoulders, his back, and the position of his hips as he moves to face you.

Your eyes lock with his; narrowed and focused. A heartbeat of stillness passes between you.

You slip under a fist flying towards you, landing a counter kick across his abdomen. You send a quick flurry of punches his way before he responds in kind. You block two punches to your face, stinging your arms, while he slams a hook to your open body. Wincing, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and bend his body towards yours. You offer up two swift knees to his chest before pushing him away for distance.

Astarion looks at you from across the clearing, pulling his shirt up and over his head. A light sheen of sweat is coating his skin, glistening between the shadows of the firelight.

Fuck. You bite your lip and shake your head. He knows what this does to you. You clench your fists and ready for another round.

Your bodies clash again and again, meeting fists with flesh, ducking or blocking attacks that were too slow, landing painful kicks whenever someone was vulnerable for a moment too long. Eventually, your breathing becomes labored, giving away the fatigue building up in your lungs.

Astarion dances around you, peppering you with high shots, forcing you to bring your arms up to protect your face. You don’t notice as he brings his hand back to land a devastating blow to your diaphragm.

The ferocity of the punch surprises you - your muscles contract violently as the air flies out of your lungs. You clench your stomach as you fall backwards, kicking away from him.

Astarion is on you in an instant. He pushes your shoulders against the ground, and pins you down with his shin pressing across your hips. You reach up to his chest to try to push him off of you, still gasping for air.

His laughter rings with something else, something cruel. Pity? Disappointment?

He pulls one of your hands away from his chest with ease, stretching it out wide next to you. He steps on your wrist with his free foot, pressing it into the ground. Pain sears through your arm but you squeeze your lips together, unwilling to give him even a moment of your pain. You’ve suffered more than this.

He repositions, sliding his leg off your hips and releasing your arm from under his foot. He sits heavy on your stomach, a leg on either side of your body, keeping you motionless on the ground. You writhe underneath him, bucking your hips in a feeble attempt to knock him over, but he doesn’t relent. He gathers both of your wrists in one hand and pins your arms above your head.

“Do you know how easy this was for me?” He whispers, lips ghosting your ear. Teeth bite down into your earlobe.

You don’t know how to react. You know you’re a good fighter - but he is better. And he is looking at you like you are prey. You should be scared - and a part of you is - but your body is betraying your fear.

“I’ve killed bears with my own two hands. Did you think you would have anything to offer me?” His tongue drags along the skin of your neck. You feel your chest rising into him as you turn your neck to give him more access. Stupid.

A whimper escapes your lips as he pulls his teeth across the skin of your neck, pausing where he normally takes from you. You wince, embarrassed.

Astarion laughs against your skin before pulling away, reaching for something nearby. He is back at your neck, pressing something cold and sharp against your skin. With your own dagger?

“It would be so easy to kill you right now,” he muses. “I could slice your neck with one cut, right across your throat.” He drags the tip of the blade slowly across your skin. Waves of electricity ripple through your body, wrapping tightly in your core.

“I’d have one last, delicious meal from you before I left you for the shadows. No one would ever see you again.” His pupils were blown, eyeing you like easy prey. And you were.

“And would you deserve it? Possibly.” He brings the tip of the dagger up to your wrist, and pulls it down the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You squeeze your legs together, needing some form of friction between your thighs.

“Do not think I am unaware of your manipulations. I have mastered the art myself.” He brings the dagger back to your throat, firmly pressing it just under your jaw. His voice is hard, and his gaze is cruel.

With his free hand, he reaches behind to unbuckle your pants. He pushes them down, and plunges two fingers between your folds. He pulls them back out, admiring how wet they are. He shoves his fingers into your mouth. You wrap your lips around them, sucking compulsively as you run your tongue up, down, and between his fingers.

“See how, even now, just moments from death, you are still so hungry for me? Wet for me? Hanging on my every word?” He removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes your spit on your shirt.

“This is why I am not threatened. I let you play your little games. I’m not worried, pet. I’m excited.” He presses the blade into your neck, blood pooling along the edge as it pierces your skin. You let out a gasp, involuntary tears pricking at the edges of your eyes.

He cast the dagger to the side and let go of your arms to lick up the blood from your neck. In this moment, you saw your small window of opportunity. You trap one of his legs with your foot, holding firm across one of his forearms to ensure that he can’t catch himself. Summoning all that is left of your willpower, you bridge you hips up and into him, and roll him off of you and onto his back.

Astarion quickly jams his knee into your chest while knocking you over his other leg. Your back slams into the ground, locked into the same position as before.

“Ah!” He laughs, a smile pulling at his lips. “I knew you still had some fight left in you.” His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tight. You struggle to drag in enough air.

“As..tar..ion…” you gasp through ragged breaths.

His lips come crashing down on yours as he loosened his grip. He took from you, his tongue demanding entry to what you willingly gave. Your body keened up towards him as your fingernails bit into his back.

He broke the kiss after a few moments, looking down at you.

“We will be a most formidable team. Like I said, we are cut from the same cloth, two souls walking along the same path.” He stood up and stepped away from you before extending a hand to help you up.

His eyes softened as he looked you up and down, seeing the damage he inflicted on your body. The parts of him that you recognized glittered gently before they were swept away, buried behind his mask.

“I’ve made a decision. I am going to stop Cazador from doing the ritual. I will take his place, and ascend instead.” He took your hand in his.

“And you are going to help me.”

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13. i said kiss me here and here and here and you did. - go wild! have fun!

Okay... I finally got around to this lol 🙈😅

The cool stone wall behind him seeps into Merlin’s bones through his thin jacket and tunic. The sparse straw scattered about on the floor does little for comfort or warmth, and he feels a shiver run through his entire body every so often. Still, he does not say anything. He remains silent, unmoving, eyes fixed sightlessly ahead of him. He feels oddly… numb, as if the events of the past day had not actually occurred. At least, not to him.

With every blink of his weary eyes, he sees Arthur’s furious, stormy ones glaring back at him. But he can see past the rage and betrayal to see the raw pain hiding underneath. It’s this, more than the cell he is now well acquainted with, that hurts him more than anything. He had never wanted to hurt Arthur, though he always knew, in a way, that he would. It was inevitable. A fact of life that he had simply accepted long ago. Maybe that explained the nothingness filling him to his marrow now.

The bang of a door makes him look up, eyes almost listless. Moments later, the King himself appears in front of him. He has stripped out of his physical armour, the chainmail and metal plated pieces of protection being exchanged for a loose red tunic and dark breeches. Merlin can tell, from one look at Arthur’s eyes, however, that his emotional armour is very much in place. Merlin nearly flinches away at that. It had been years since Arthur had truly held him away at arms length. He was unused to being unable to read the other man’s thoughts from his expressions alone.

For a long moment, neither one speaks. Neither one moves, or even seems to dare to breath. Merlin is… oddly content to wait. If this is to be his last few moments with Arthur, then he wanted to drink his fill. He wanted to memorize the exact shade of blue of his eyes. The way his hair shone gold when the light hit it in just the right way. The regal set to his shoulders. The fluid curve of his mouth. The sharp line of his jaw. Whatever his fate may be, he wanted to have the visage of Arthur burned into his mind.

Then, very low, Arthur asks, “Why?”

Merlin blinks. He doesn’t need to ask what he means. He knows very well what the one worded question is referring to. “Because you are my friend, and I would not see you die. Not when I can stop it.”

Arthur grits his teeth, and Merlin can imagine that he hears the way they grind together. “You,” Arthur begins again, low and steely, “have taken me for a fool since we first met. You have practiced magic behind my back, under my nose, under my father’s nose. You have betrayed my trust, you have betrayed me entirely.”

Listless blue eyes look up into the angry face of the King. “No.” He says softly. “You’re wrong.”

Arthur huffs an unamused laugh. “Wrong?” He repeats incredulously. He steps closer to the cell, curls one hand around the bars. “I said kiss me here,” he uses his free hand to press a finger to the corner of his mouth, physical affection, “and here,” he gestures to his head, emotional affection, “and here,” he gestures to his chest, opening up to love back, “and you did. And it was all a ruse, wasn’t it? All the while I thought—” He breaks off and looks away for a moment before looking back. “And all the while you were stabbing me in the back, weren’t you? I’ve been the biggest fool in Camelot, and I didn’t even know it.”

Merlin scrambles to his feet, approaches the bars, gingerly wraps his own fingers around those of the King. Arthur doesn’t pull away. “Arthur,” he begins softly, earnestly, “I would never lie about that. I would never use you like that. Yes, I have magic, I always have. I was born with it. But I have never used it to betray you. I’ve only ever used it to save you.”

“Why?” Arthur barely breathes the word. Merlin inhales slowly.

“Because I love you.” He replies, equally as quiet. “And I would sooner see myself burned at the stake than ever betray you.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the bars. Merlin closes his eyes and lets his head fall forward to rest against the cool metal. The fingers under his pull away, and he lets them go, heart stuttering in his chest. He expects Arthur to leave, to walk away and pass his final judgement. He doesn’t expect warm fingers to brush over his forehead, slipping slightly into his hair. He opens his eyes and looks up.

“I believe you.” Arthur replies. “You’ve never given me a reason not to.” His open, vulnerable expression sobers a bit into something more determined. “I will fix this, I swear. This is my kingdom, but you’ve helped me build it and I will do right by you. You have my word, Merlin.”

Merlin shudders, leaning into the cell bars more, craving the warmth standing just on the other side.

“You have my word.” Arthur repeats, softly, and it rings in Merlin’s head, echoing softly. He can feel the built up tension from years of hiding bleed from his shoulders.

Arthur now knew. He knew, and Merlin would finally soon be free.