#mira x oc

[madmeks]

Fantasy: Part 2

Pairings: Mira x Titus, Mira x OC

Author's Note: 18+ Part 2 to this fic. Posting Part 1 got my confidence up, and I wanted to keep going and post some more for any other Titus x Mira enjoyers. Just started writing these so reblogs and comments are really appreciated :)

Warnings: Smut. Public Sex. Unprotected Sex. Yearning.

Description: Mira's down bad for Titus, and can't get him out of her head, even after she meets up with a guardsman from another regiment to let off some steam.

The command staff of the Imperial Guard forces had assembled the officers of each of the regiments aboard the Justicar in the ship’s richly appointed cathedral early that morning. Servitors auto-chanted hymns from the choir stalls they were hardwired into as the Lord General in command of the Graia relief forces awarded medals, honours, and promotions to the troops under his command.

Most of the officers being honored in the ceremony hadn’t really done anything outside of mopping up scattered ork forces. Good attendance medals, Mira thought as those in front of her lined up to receive the Lord General’s praise. Titus should be the one being honored.

At the thought of Titus, Mira’s breath hitched. She hoped no one noticed her flush as she remembered the night before, lying in her bunk and making herself come to the thought of riding the space marine.

Throne, get a grip, Mira. She was starting to get wet again just at the memory of the Ultramarine Captain. Trying to steady her breathing, her gaze drifted up to the aquila above the altar. Saints above, I’m standing in the Emperor’s cathedral thinking about getting railed by one of His own sacred Astartes. What’s the matter with me?

She silently willed the Lord General to hurry up, eager for the ceremony to end. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid, that’s all. You’re just letting your fantasies run wild. A good roll in the bunk with a likely candidate and you’ll be set right.

Her turn came soon enough and she found herself in front of the Lord General. He was a decrepit old Mordian officer who looked to be made of half augmetics and half gold braid. The General droned a speech about duty and sacrifice for the Emperor as his trembling hands fixed her new 1st lieutenant’s insignia to her collar and a winged skull medal to the front of her dress uniform. Mira wasn’t really listening, her gaze having been caught by the General’s handsome aide.

He was tall and well-muscled, his elaborate uniform seeming a little too tight in a way Mira admired. From under his peaked cap, he had a wide square jaw and eyes that glinted as he met her gaze.

He almost looks a bit like Titus, Mira thought as she bit her lip before remembering herself and snapping a salute to the general. Returning to the ranks of the assembled officers she found herself staring at the aide again as the choir servitors started up again.

Likely candidate indeed.

* * *

An hour later, Mira’s heart was racing as she and her companion stumbled into the dimly lit area behind the choir stalls in the ship’s cathedral. His hands traced up her sides, palming her breasts through her uniform as he kissed down her neck and gently nipped at her shoulder as he slid the fabric off.

She moaned, and his hand shot up to cover her mouth. The servitors in the choir were still droning hymns, but sound echoed strangely in the ship’s cathedral, and it wouldn’t do for the General’s aide to be caught fucking the newly-honored Cadian lieutenant in the Emperor’s House.His warm body pressed against her and she caught herself against an icon carved into the cathedral wall.

Throne, I want him. Wanted to feel him inside her, to feel his skin against hers. His hand worked at the fastenings of her dress uniform, parting the front and allowing him to reach inside and lift her bra to bare her breasts. He teased a nipple back and forth, and she moaned again into his other hand over her mouth.

She realized she’d forgotten his name. Zeb? Zek? It didn’t matter. She was far more concerned with getting him out of his elaborate Mordian uniform. Drawing his hand away from her mouth and down to her other breast, she worked frantically at the gold buttons holding his tunic closed.

“Saints, you’re wet,” he said, kissing back up to her ear while his hand slipped down into her pants, rubbing against her clit. She finally got his uniform open and groaned as she took in his broadly muscled frame.

“You’re hand is going to be drenched if you keep that up,” she murmured between kisses. “I’m more interested in getting another part of you soaked.”

With a grin he took a half step back and spun her around. Pressing her against the wall he slid her pants and underwear down to her calves where they hung loosely around her boots. Mira smiled as she heard the clink of his belt being undone and then hissed as he began rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy.

He leaned forward, lips against her ear again. “Do I need a…”

She shook her head desperately, cocking her hips from side to side in an effort to get him inside her.

“Cadian-issue implant,” she whispered. She turned her head back over her shoulder and kissed him before continuing. “You can unload inside me….oh!”

He was sheathing his hard-on inside her before she’d fully got the sentence out. Closing her eyes, she braced her hands against the cathedral wall as he began to thrust, her tits swaying with his rhythm.

He was eager, which Mira appreciated in her current state. After the last few months of desperate battle, she wanted to be fucked hard. To feel like herself again. She rocked back against him in time as he stroked into her, lengthening each thrust

Delirious with the feeling of him ramming inside her, Mira opened half-lidded eyes to the dimly-lit wall in front of her, then her breath hitched as she registered what was in front of her.

“You okay?” he asked, slowing a little.

“F-fine,” she reached back behind them, grabbing his ass to encourage him. “Keep…keep going. Don’t stop.”

Before her was the icon she’d felt in the darkness when they’d first snuck back behind the choir. It was carved into the marble wall of the ship’s cathedral. Now that her eyes had adjusted, she could see it clearly.

It was a space marine.

The marble icon was remarkably detailed. The Astartes stood in full power armor, a large shield resting point down between his armored boots, his gauntlets grasping the top. She ran her fingers over the figure’s arms, grasping onto its stone biceps as her Mordian partner continued to fuck her from behind. Leaning forward a bit more, she tentatively leaned against the icon. Her bare tits pressed against the front of the shield.

Unbidden, thoughts of Titus sprang back into her mind. She imagined it was his cock splitting her from behind. His massive hands clutching at her hips as he slammed into her over and over. The image of the powerful space marine thrusting into her from behind sent her spiraling over the edge.

“Oh Saints! Fuck! I’m going to come!” she squealed as quietly as she could as her pussy tightened around the cock surging into her pussy. She stared into the marble eye lenses of the space marine icon’s helmet. “I’m going...I’m...I’m coming!”

“Oh fuck,” he grunted behind her, holding on to her hips as she bucked and shuddered around him. She barely registered he said a word. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead on the icon of the space marine, her hands braced against the wall as she started to throw her ass back against him. Forcing him as deep as she could on each thrust.

She was lost in the thought of Titus now. In how it would feel to have him inside her. His huge thrusting cock slamming into her again and again.

“Unh...harder!” she hissed bouncing against his thrusts. “Unhh. Fuck me harder. Unhhh. Fuck...me...harderr...”

Mira straightened and turned her head, intending to kiss him again as she built toward another climax.

She saw Titus.

The Astartes captain had a smoldering intense look on his face as he slammed his thick cock into her. Mouth open in surprise, she fell forward against the icon again, hanging on to the shield as Titus reached forward between her legs and began to massage her clit.

“Please…” Mira gasped as Titus leaned forward. He didn’t let up on her clit, but wrapped his other arm around her neck, his bicep as big as her entire head. His hugely muscled chest was pressed against her back as his hips continued to pummel hers, his balls swinging forward with every thrust to smack against her.

She could hear him now, grunting against her neck. “Mine...mine...come for me, Mira. Come on my cock.”

Titus took his hand from between her legs and grabbed her face, turning her head for a kiss as he kept his other arm locked around her neck. When he finally broke the kiss, he leaned back, grabbing her hips with both hands now and ramming his cock as deep as he could.

Mira held on to the icon in front of her deliriously, bucking against Titus, her tits swinging as she struggled to keep up with him. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was fucking Titus. He was inside of her, bareback.

“Oh yes. Fuck me,” she moaned, not caring if anyone heard anymore.

Titus kept up his pace, rocking her small body as he pounded into her. Turning her head back, she saw his strong jaw part in ecstasy, and then she felt it. His seed splashed inside her pussy, his cock jumping as his cum blasted out of him and filled her.

The feeling of Titus shooting his load inside her set her off.

“Yes, Titus! That’s it! Saints, fucking come in me!” she cried, joining him as she came.

He kept pulsing inside her as she came down from her orgasm. She finally felt his softening cock slip out her and she fell forward to catch herself on the Astartes icon. Legs weak, she twisted to lean against the wall, eyes closed and smiling as she caught her breath.

“Who’s Titus?”

Mira’s eyes snapped open. The Mordian officer stood before her, his tunic undone and pants hanging open around his hips. She looked around, coming back to reality as she took in her own pants down around her boots and her uniform jacket open, bra pulled up over her breasts.

“Who’s Titus?” he repeated. “My name’s Zev.”

Zev! That was it!

She tried to tug her bra down with one hand while hold her top closed with the other.

“Well you see...”

[necromosss]

Iirc i remember Gale was into painting amongst other things he did while hes stuck in his tower and i hc he's damn good at it (man's a prodigy, wouldnt put it past him sdjkhskjd)

[cheekylittlepupp]

The infamous leg hook

Ahh, why does Larian have to hide the angle from us...

[madmeks]

Loved this so much I wrote a smutty little drabble set after right it. Poor Zev has been a trooper. At least Mira will let him hear some stories.

“Hmm...well let’s see...what time do you want to hear about?”

Zev groaned as he pumped his fist up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes, listening to Mira's voice.

“Mmm, any you want to tell me about.”

Mira giggled. “What if I told you the first time he fucked me it was in the briefing room of the Leviathan?”

Zev’s eyes flew open. “The Magnificence?”

Mira was on her knees next to him on the bunk. Her tunic was open and she was toying with a nipple peeking out above the cup of her bra. Her other hand was moving rhythmically behind the open fly of her pants. Seeing his expression, she bit her lip and nodded, eyes heavy lidded as she went on.

“He took me on the floor right next to the holotable. I went down on him first, and he came all over my face.”

“Fuck…” Zev’s breath quickened as he listened to her describe her encounter with Titus, running his hand up and down his length.

He stared at her as she went on, but in his mind’s eye he was picturing what he saw on the strike cruiser. Titus’ massive frame. His hard muscles as he bounced Mira up and down on his cock. The way his eyes had focused on Zev as Mira cried out that she was coming.

“Did you like watching Titus fuck me, Zev?” Mira’s words cut through his reverie. He looked up to her violet eyes, and she met his gaze teasingly.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” he gasped out, unable to hold back. He stiffened as he came, cum pumping out over his fingers. Seeing him lose it, Mira started to come as well, reaching out to grasp his shoulder, her hand rubbing furiously between her legs.

As they came down from their respective orgasms, Mira smiled at him, then fondly rested her forehead against his.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

A drabble, based after @madmeks newest Titus/Mira stories. Set directly after Caught Again. Poor Zev is the real trooper in all this.

"So-" [Zev] turned towards the woman beside him, who looked far too amused for her own good. "Want to tell me what the fuck THAT was about?"

For once, a sense of calm was felt.

The Cadians and Morduans were finally home, as it were, after a prolonged stay on the Ultramarine strike cruiser and most could not be happier. The "generous" help of the Chapter Serfs combined with even more strained resources had set everyone m9re on edge than usual.

Not to mention the Astartes themselves.

If anyone could accuse the Guardsmen rank and fume of anything, none of it would be them not being God-fearing. Having the Angels of the Emperor in such close quarters observing them even on downtime was a very mixed experience. Needless to say the freedom to actually lay down and relax even if it was only for the time the ship got them back to their respective posts was very welcome.

Zev took a drag of his cigarette, tapping the ashes over the metal railing overlooking the loading bay. He was thinking very hard about one Astartes in particular.

"So-" He turned towards the woman beside him, who looked far too amused for her own good. "Want to tell me what the fuck THAT was about?"

Well, if a smile broke on his own face too when he said it who could blame him.

The woman, Lieutenant Mira of the 203rd Cadian Regiment, leaned forward on the railing. "About having sex with Titus or the fact that he looked you in the eyes while he did it?"

Another drag of the cigarette. "You already told me you were trying, I mean the fact that I'm pretty sure he wanted to kill me with that glare. Not sure in what way though, that was pretty hot."

"I told him we had sex before." Mira snorted. "He doesn't understand that we're just friends now. I guess they rarely fuck let alone do anything else with us normal people."

Zev raised an eyebrow. "So he's possessive of his girl? Like some war canid? Great."

"It's not that personal, he also likes an audience."

With another slow drag and a blush creeping up his face, Zev stamped the butt of the cigrette out on the railing before tossing it off towards whatever servitor was going to clean this ship once they were done with it. "Do you think he'd let me watch you get fucked again?"

"It's actually THAT type of personal." Mira gave the man a hard clap on the back, a mocking show of comfort. "Sorry Zev, you'll have to deal with just hearing about it."

[kathrenax]

Was in a mood to draw something cute, so here's my two canon DAO end-game couples:

Mira Surana x Alistair Theirin (merciful path)

Morven Cousland x Zevran Aranai (ruthless path)

[verkomy]

kiss it better 2/2

[tscamver]

Sillies

[dehemetera]

Crossover with @lostinthesoulsociety OC Setsuko Okada and my OC Mira Komamura. They clearly stands on two different teams.

[philokaliist]

Feelings that come back,and feelings that never left.

Xaden Riorson x OC (Irellya Aetos)

A small peek at my new fanfic + quotes.And yes,I’m alive,apparently,lol.

“…What happens when the girl who is described as the embodiment of winter - cold,icy,detached,deadly…yet so incredibly beautiful,falls in love?The only right answer:chaos.”

-

“…But that girl…could it be?Indeed it was.The tiny clumsy girl he had saved from drowning all those years ago.Now standing in front of him,shooting him the darkest glare he had ever received from a woman.Well…some people never change,so it seems.”

-

“Emptiness in her eyes.But a storm in her soul.”

-

Irellya Aetos. Sister of Dain Aetos. Adopted (p.s:She LOATHES Colonel Aetos,so yeah,get ready for that).Born on the 21st of December,on the Winter Solstice.

Irellya,having wished to be a healer,and having spent most of her years studying herbs and magic,alongside other topics she simply found fascinating,is forced by her father to enroll into the rider’s quadrant.Just as Violet,her best friend,had been,by her mother,which,honestly,Irellya wasn’t particularly fond of either.

Although she is…odd…and does not look as one would perceive ‘normal’,that doesn’t mean she will be stepped on.

Because those who mess with her,or anyone she loves,end up in two ways:Dead…or damaged beyond repair.

-

Irellya:Aesthetic board

[cassiaa]

Fortis 1.1

Part One Part Two

Warnings: language, sexual content, violence (moderate to heavy – death, fighting, battles), substance use (mild?), other- (loss of loved ones, chronic illness, depression, migraines), mentions of suicide or suicidal thoughts or actions

(these warnings are for the series/all parts of this story)

Word Count: 2200+

Bria Sorrengail is forced into Basgiath by her mother. Bria wanted nothing to do with the Riders Quadrant or dragons or fighting and killing.

(OC x ?, undecided yet) (she makes friends though, so plenty of platonic relationships. Also a few OC's, Bria is Xaden and Garricks age, and enters the riders quadrant when they do.) I only only the OC's, Rebecca Yarros owns everything else.

🔥🔥🔥

It wasn’t meant to be like this.

That’s what I had told my mother. But she knew that. Of course, she did. She didn’t care though. What she wanted she got. Her word was law, in our family and in Basgiath War College. Mom bent slightly to sign my name on an empty line on the roll after I just stood and stared at it.

“General Sorrengail.” Both Captain Fitzgibbons and the riders manning the table come to attention. Showing their commander, the proper level of deference her years of service and title had earned her.

“Captain.” Mom gives the slightest tip of her head, her eyes glancing my way a moment, “Bria Sorrengail.”

They eyed me.

“Looks like we’re down to the last one.” Captain Fitzgibbons says, giving a half smile. “You know the way General.”

Mom gives me a look to go first, and I do. There was no fighting this. The battle had already been lost. I was going to be a rider, or dead. We move in silence to the tunnel of stairs that would take us to the parapet. I don’t think Mom was supposed to come up the stairs with me, but she was the General. So, no one stopped us as we ascended the two hundred and fifty steps.

At the top, it was quiet and empty. Captain Fitzgibbons had been right, there was one person crossing the parapet and no other candidates. Just three riders two men and a woman, all in rider black. Their ranks showed them as second years.

“Cadets.” Mom greets, her voice steely, eyes narrowing in on them. They all stood at attention too. So stiff I almost rolled my eyes.

“General.”

Mom waits expectantly for me, they do as well. Waiting for my name, and probably a chance to get the hell away from my mom. Not that I could blame them. The burning rage nipped at the edges of the numbness that had overtaken my body.

“Bria Sorrengail.” I tell the second year with the roll and pen.

She was painfully familiar, even though I hadn’t seen her in years. Cara Tauri. We had been close enough when my mother had been stationed in Calldyr. Only being a year apart, we had gotten into our fair share of trouble together. Her royal green eyes gave no indication of her thoughts on my presence here, though the slightest bit of surprise tugged small lines into her face. Cara wrote my name and each of the second years backed away.

Mom ignored them, turning to me, she didn’t touch me, just looked down with that unreadable all-knowing expression only she could maintain. One she had perfected since my brother’s death a few years ago. “You are a Sorrengail.” She said it as though it meant something.

To me, right now, it meant nothing.

I couldn’t meet her eyes a moment longer, eyeing the opening that would potentially lead to my death.

“You will not die today.” Mom speaks quietly but not softly. Fierce even. Words only meant for me.

I brace my hands on the sides of the turret and step up. The wind hit me first, it was loud and overbearing, and I wasn't even out of the tunnel yet. I was going to blow right off the parapet. I could feel it.

“That is an order.” Mom’s voice was drifting.

I shot a panicked glance back, but I only saw a glimpse of her back as she descended the stairs. Something in my chest cracked. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was preferable if she stayed and watched. But if I did fall, if I died today her last words to me would be an order... an order that would be failed if I don’t make it. My breathing took a panicked turn. My chest almost heaving as tears filled my eyes, and my hands trembled as I stood, taking another step onto the parapet. I could feel the panic attack ready to take over.

“You’ve got this Bria-”

“Don’t!” My teeth clenched; I didn’t look back at her. I wasn’t sure what led her here. Why she was now a rider, when she had disliked riders when we were kids. But something about the sympathetic tilt her voice had taken. I couldn’t bear it. I faced forward and moved.

I would not die today.

Even if it wasn’t meant to be like this. Even Though I wanted to.

The parapet itself was awful but anticlimactic. But maybe I only think that because I survived it.

The storm clouds had descended, and the wind tore my clothes left and right. I went slow, trying to be careful of my steps, even when it began to sprinkle.

I also cried. But I had always been the crybaby of my family. I could cry over literally anything. It didn’t have to be a sad event. Something happy? Tears. Scary? Tears. Angry? Tears. The rain did hide my tears, which was a slight win.

I realized halfway across that I wasn’t alone. One of the second years had also decided to walk. And he made it look so easy. He was massive. Like huge. And the wind did nothing to him. I hadn’t even known he was there until he asked me if I intended to jump off when I had stopped three fourths of the way across. I didn’t answer him. He eyed me as I turned back forward and kept going.

Anticlimactic for the win. Nothing bad other than the weather. The last few feet of the parapet were in a dark tunnel, and thunder cracked and echoed so loudly I slammed my hands to my ears and stopped for a moment. Two riders watched me come in, watched me step off the parapet and to solid ground.

“Thought you weren’t going to make it,” one of the riders’ smirks. A third year. He was cocky and held an aloof air as he crossed his arms. “Was up there watching you, was sure you were going to off yourself when you took your little break.”

“Shut up Blaine,” the female rolls her pretty blue eyes. “Name?”

“Bria Sorrengail.” I ignore Blaine, seeing as he’s just here and not the one with the roll.

Blaine curses, turning away as he laughs. “Gonna be an interesting year, got a shit ton of marked ones, a Sorrengail, a Tauri, a Riorson… what a shit show. Let’s make bets Niamh.”

“Enough Blaine.” Niamh seemed to huff without opening her mouth. She seemed exhausted by the other third year.

“My bet’s on Riorson.” The second year who followed across the parapet hopped down, right behind me. Now stood way too close. Stood way too close and was publicly announcing his vote against me. It took everything I had to not turn or move or do something. Fuck him.

“Of course, it is Moray,” Blaine rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides. What could be taken as a relaxed position if I didn’t know better. Blaine is now in prime position to grab weapons and I am standing between him and his target.

“Enough both of you,” Niamh orders. “Why are you over here Moray?”

Moray steps from around me, the most casual one here, he stops at my side. I didn’t turn to look at him, but he watched me, towering over me, I couldn’t really feel any real aggression coming off him, so I didn’t balk, flinch, or breathe really.

“Captain Fitzgibbons says Cadet Sorrengail is the last one.” Moray shrugs, “said maybe there will be a straggler, but we weren’t all needed over there. Tauri sent me over to relay the message.”

“Go on Sorrengail, they’ll start separating everyone into squads and begin officially here soon.” Niamh tips her head to the side, gesturing to the open doorway. She probably thought she was saving me from Moray, the truth be told I didn’t care about him. Or anyone else here. I didn’t want to be here myself. I didn’t come to make friends, or enemies. I just wanted to get through this. One day at a time.

I nodded my thanks though and stepped away from Moray, who had crossed his arms over his very, very broad chest. The man was built. And being a second year meant he had this last entire year of combat training. No doubt he could wipe the floor with me. I didn’t want to find out.

All cadets gathered and were sorted and stood in formation. Commandant Panchek with his fake ass smile said a bunch of things about joining and the wings and the rules and trying to stay alive. The head Wingleader gave a fancy little speech. Not really, he didn't really look like he wanted to be there. Didn't seem to have the time for this nonsense. Couldn't even blame him. 

Niamh, it turns out, is Fourth Wing’s wingleader. Which was interesting. I almost figured Blaine would be her second, but he wasn’t, he didn’t hold a leadership position at all. He was in Fourth Wing and was in a different squad, and when he caught me watching him, he gave a cocky smirk and winked.

There were a few names I recognized. Mostly other leadership kids who I had seen at different stations growing up when we had moved place to place. Then there was Alic Tauri, was put in First Squad, Claw Section, First Wing. Fuck him. And Cara Tauri, who is Fourth Wing Flame Section's Executive Officer. Good for her.

Altogether through the four wings it seemed there were ten or so marked ones. Children of the rebellion, people had whispered since I crossed the parapet and came to the courtyard. People avoided them, giving a wide berth and they seemed to clump together. All standing off to the side until they were called and separated one by one. I don't think there was more than one marked on per squad.

My squad leader ended up being Moray. Second Squad, Flame Section, Fourth Wing.

My name was called last to this squad and Garrick Tavis, who had already been called and in formation, shook me to my core when I was called and he just smiled… the smile he gave me.... there wasn’t even anything evil in it. Just something humorous. Like he was privy to a joke I wasn't in on. Better than being in Riorson’s squad.. or Alic Tauri.  He also was glaring at me. There was no one else close enough that I could make an excuse and say he was looking at them. It was me. Riorson was looking at me. And his gaze was pure hatred.

The scariest moment was when the wingleaders’ dragons started torching people.

But something was wrong with me, because it wasn’t fear curling in my gut, but annoyance and something I couldn't name. I had been around my mothers dragon before, though not enough to make me not fearful of dragons but all these runners seemed to be people who crossed the parapet willingly. Not even conscripts. And it made me unreasonably angry. Because my choice had been taken from me. I tried to tell myself that I didn't know for sure and I had no business being brat about this but the feeling swirling in my gut were swirling, heavy and disgusting.

Heat curled over head as a runner was scorched twenty feet behind us by a fierce looking green. The green reared back, eyeing my squad one by one. He seemed to be going down the whole of Fourth Wing, trying to weed out the weak. Globs of spit dripped and splattered right in between me and a squad mate, who blenched. The man trembled and shook and lurched forward, throwing up everywhere. Including my boots.

“Can you fucking not?!” Disgust swirled heavily inside me, urging me to throw up as well but I shoved it down. Movement from the corner of my eye caught my gaze. My eyes widened seeing the green mouth open and tongue curl. We were about to be scorched. I launched myself at my puker squad mate, tackling him back along with whoever was directly behind him and straight into the squad next to us- who screamed and moved as fire spread. I found my feet quickly, not wanting to lose sight of the dragon again.

“Get up idiot!”

“That's nice!” Moray's sarcastic ass spoke up from the side, having been slear from the dragon fire. 

“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes, but only after the green retreats. Moray opens his mouth, ready to retort but was cut off by Cara pushing through the cadets, ushering them back to where they were supposed to be.

“Enough both of you.” Her voice and expression were no nonsense so Dain and I both looked away and let it go. “Moray get your squad in order.”

"Trying." Moray shrugs a shoulder, laughing.

 I flipped him off. Cara grabbed my hand and forced it down, disbelief overtaking her prim and prissy dainty features before she masked it. There was nothing dainty about her grip as she took my arm and steered me back towards Tavis, who now stood closest to me in formation, thanks to our meddling asshole squad leader. She gave him a look I couldn’t decipher, the corner of his lip tipped up and he gestured with his head to the side, almost as if saying "she's fine by me". The fuck I was. Asshole probably wanted to kill me to get back at my mother.

Cara gripped my arm, leaning into my space and forcing eye contact while breaking my previous train of thought.

“I don’t know what your problem is,” she says quietly, “but make peace with it quickly. Before you get someone killed.”

Outrage swirled in me. Anger bordering on wrath mixed with a heavy sense of betrayal had me ripping my arm from her, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was an outright lie. But we were not about to have a heart to heart in the middle of formation.

Panchek brought everyone back to order. Niamh spoke some encouraging words. We were dismissed. That was it. Congrats, good luck surviving. 

I fucking hated this place. 

[poarkchop]

its all fun and games until your manipulative narcissistic oc is manipulative and narcissistic :(

(not canon, just testing out dynamics... might do other fellas also)

[madmeks]

Fantasy: Coda

Pairing: Mira x OC, hints of Titus x Mira

Author's Note: Extremely short little coda to Fantasy: Part 2. Inspired by @flunkyofmalcador 's comment

Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex. Friends with benefits.

Description: It's not Zev's fault Mira's so down bad for Titus (and who can blame her really?). And Mira's more than willing to do what she can to salvage Cadian/Mordian inter-regimental relations.

Aboard the Lunar-class Cruiser Justicar, outbound from the Graia system:

Zev, took a long pull from the flask of amasec he'd snagged from the Lord General's private reserve. He let the liquor sit in a moment before swallowing, then shook his head and passed the flask to Mira.

"But a space marine?"

Mira reached over with her left hand to accept the flask and then shrugged ruefully before tipping it back. "I can't explain it."

Zev blew out a long breath, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. "Still...how would that even work?"

"I'm sure I could figure it out, given the opportunity. We in the 203rd pride ourselves on finding creative solutions against insurmountable odds."

"Doesn't get more insurmountable than an Astartes...no matter how much you'd prefer him to be mount-able."

"Oh ha ha ha. You're a wit, you are."

She took another drink and passed the flask back to Zev. He grinned and took a sip of his own.

"You'd best be careful, Mira. Lusting after one of the Emperor's Angels might be construed as heres—ow! Hey!"

He yelped as Mira gave him a twist under the blanket. The two sat nude in her bunk, leaning against the wall bundled in the sheets against the chill in the ship's air. She gave him an innocent smile as her hand resumed bouncing in his lap under the blanket.

"Do you want to keep running your mouth? Or would you like me to continue my apology?"

Mira swiped a thumb over the head of his cock and smeared pre-cum around his shaft, then gripped him tighter. She coyly bit her lip as she rose to her knees next to him, her hand working his cock.

Zev groaned as she jerked him. His head fell back against the wall and he started to get even harder as her hand traveled up and down his length.

"I suppose I can go along with that plan. Never let it be said the Mordian Iron Guard holds a grudge against the Cadian Shock. So long as you don't shout out the name of any other superhuman Throne-blessed warriors.

Mira giggled. "Don't worry. I think I'll find another way to occupy my mouth. Just to be on the safe side. One you might enjoy.

With that, her head followed her hand under the sheet and she began to swirl her tongue around his shaft. Zev closed his eyes and let out a low moan as she began to bob up and down on his cock.

"Apology accepted."

[necromosss]

modern au 'magic' hits different (for Mira at least)

[cheekylittlepupp]

Whoever was responsible for the kiss scene at Larian...

the way his hand slowly moves up....

[animezinglife]

Hear me out:

The first time Cullen ever hears the Inquisitor guffawing---and I mean can't-catch-her-breath, tears forming in her eyes, doubled-over laughter---is when they're visiting his family and she's talking with his sisters.

He had no idea she even had that kind of laugh in her.

He's shocked when she snorts and a grin crosses his face as he takes the scene in.

He loves seeing her so happy.

He realizes how happy he is.

[jadenui]

leoria bite 🦁🍮