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princesssmars · 1 month ago

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alone together

a karlach x princess!reader.

in the blink of eye, you go from a carefree heir to a throne to a damsel in distress stuck in a tower. but there's a strange woman stuck with you, and maybe you can make each other a little less lonely.

wc : 8,655

contains: fxf. fem!reader. skin color not described. fluff. some light angst. smut. g!p karlach. oral and penetrative sex.

a/n: fuck that poll i'll do TWO fics for her i never cared! karlach has a little soldier because those bg3 mods have affected my brain and i need her to take me to pound town. sorry i rushed the ending i need this fic out NOW. enjoy :3

throughout history, many tales have been written about the failures of monarchs.

there was thaymor the vain, whose search for everlasting youth to sustain his envied beauty led to him making a deal with faeries for a youth spell, but they didnt tell him he would absorb this youth from his entire family, killing his lineage in only a few short years.

atreyu the acceptable, whose father went from being the hero who defended his village from raiders to the king who turned it into a flourishing kingdom, while the most his son accomplished was developing a new bread recipe in the palace kitchens. to be fair, it was rather tasty. bit too many nuts.

but the one story you loathed the most was cassara the chilled. a young, beautiful, and promising young princess who was locked in her room for nearly half a year as punishment for a false accusation of pushing her brother, the crown heir, down a flight of stairs. in her lonesome and desperation, she had turned to dark magic to sustain herself, and by the time her parents found her, she was a cold and petrified shell. nothing more than a glamorous statue.

you would read these stories in the palace library and, admittedly a bit morbidly, laugh to yourself. your family line was known for its intelligence and charisma, able to control your kingdom with ample care for its citizens and contributing greatly to its numerous advancements.

it'd been this way for decades - so how on earth were your parents so damned stupid?

you had noticed things like this before. the pair of them listening too closely to what citizens had to say while holding court. a few years back a fanatical farmer had told them he saw a sign from one of his gods that unless the kingdom slaughtered half its cows it would be leveled, and the king quickly gave the order. then it was later revealed that the farmer had eaten some contaminated mushrooms he had found on his farm and didnt even worship any gods.

the kingdom ate a lot of chicken that year. some of the court mages used spells to increase the egg output from the livestock to make up for it, which led to you quitting the meat for two years. those magic chickens were...odd.

but besides that, your life was nothing short of amazing. you were the only child and the crown heir, so even though you had the unbearable weight of the heavily bejeweled crown in your future, with all the luxuries you were afforded like dresses, jewelry, lavish balls, and dinners, it was very much worth it.

on a day when you had political tutoring instead of attending court, your parents must have done something to piss someone off, because the next time you came in you'd never seen a citizen have such nerve. it was an old woman dressed in black rags and holding a weird-looking staff, most likely a witch.

your family had no qualms against magic wielders as far as you knew, seeing any amount of help to grow their empire as worthwhile. but that changed when she aimed her stick at your parents and spoke.

"your contempt for life that does not fit your 'purpose' is an affront for everything your kingdom supposedly stands for. a kingdom i helped your ancestors build. and all i asked in return is for you to remember my terms. to not disrespect me after all i've done. but you have failed. and for this you must be punished."

you were going to call her insane, call the guards to seize her and make an example out of anyone who would threaten and say such baseless claims about your family. you had heard the story of how your ancestors built this kingdom from the ground up hundreds of times, and not once was it mentioned that they received help from a witch.

you weren't afforded time to think it over when her staff pointed at you, her gaze making your blood run cold. the trinkets and bones attached to the end of the warped dark stick brimming with glowing tendrils of magic.

"your daughter, such beauty, such grace, such a beacon of what your family stands for," she taunts and moves her head side to side as she mocks you. "i will give you a choice. your daughter or your kingdom."

you scoff at her and the panicked whispers from the commoners and guards around you. this is bullshit. for all you knew she was nothing but a druid playing dress up, most likely hurt that her flower farm was torn up in one of your father's recent expansion projects.

"this is crazy, we all know this is crazy, right?" your head whips to stare at your parents, who won't even look you in the eye. you start to feel sick, refusing to believe for a second that they could actually be considering this. "mother, father!"

your father raises his hand and the room goes quiet. he stands, an imposing figure by himself, and his cloaks and crown make him more so. the family crest glimmers from his chest, a golden dragon with its wings bared. you try to remember what it stands for to quell the fear in your chest.

your family is strong, your family has knowledge that goes beyond others, your family is more powerful than this pathetic pretender-

"please, just...just don't hurt her, we beg."

your eyes strain at the sight of your father, the king, on his knees with his hands clasped together.

he's pleading with her. this woman is threatening your life and he's begging to her.

you only manage to have one last thought before you're enclosed in a cloud of black and feel your body being ripped through space.

your family is fucking stupid.

your new life is far from what you're used to, but you become suspicious of how pampered elisia - the hag - has made everything for you.

you live in a tower, a tall and black and imposing thing that if you weren't a damn hostage you'd probably think thrice about entering. it stood at the top of an abandoned keep you think you'd heard of in another bedtime story, something about an ogre and a damsel…whatever.

elisia had made it extremely clear that there would be no way for you to escape. her magic would keep the place functional while she was gone; the dark halls lit up, kitchen stocked, library filled. but try to navigate the gigantic lower level that led to the exit and you’d end up in an endless loop that left you feeling dizzy enough to give up for the day.

(for good measure the keep was also situated on a crumbling mountain above a pit of actual lava. have to applaud her efficiency.)

but then you asked if she had planned on you going insane, as would eventually happen if you were left here alone.

the sound of her cackle rang in your head for a few days.

‘what makes you think you're alone in here?’

the cloth of your bed was soft, the gentle canopy making you long for the glamorous and full one you'd had at home. but even the mocking familiarity couldn’t rouse you into sleep that night. every tumble of a rock echoed throughout the halls of the prison that was now your home, making vomit rise in your throat as you remembered the witch’s words.

you tried to calm yourself down, convincing yourself she only alluded to another thing being here to scare you. for the first day you tried to follow your daily schedule as well as possible. wake up, clean and dress yourself, eat some breakfast, focus on hobbies and interests, tea in the garden, etcetera.

but to say it was a struggle is an understatement. you forgot how everything was made easier by your maids and lady’s in waiting, having issue with just doing your hair alone. you didn’t even want to begin on breakfast, fighting with the damned bewitched oven and settling for a fruit salad.

and so you stick to reading, it’s not like you need help doing that. it reminds you of when you were younger and your governess would call out “sick” and when a replacement was being prepared you’d wait on the cushy classroom chaise and read and read and read until your eyes started to hurt.

and now you’ve resorted to reading a cookbook. you’re halfway through a recipe for grilled cheese when you hear it, the displacement of rock in the walls and a dull, eerie humming. you feel the goosebumps rise on your skin and try your best not to let your fear show as you pass a quick glance up at the doorway.

and an eye is staring right back at you.

the book falls from your hands and hits the ground with a hard smack, throwing you from holding the eyes gaze as you make sure it’s alright before looking back at the doorway, only to find nothing there.

this is getting weird. and unsettling. and annoying. and so you muster up all the foolish courage you can, pick your dress up by the hem, and chase after the creature.

you recognize it’s not the smartest idea, chasing after something potentially dangerous and definitely stalking you. but if it’s resorted to staring at you from doorways it can’t be prone to violence. hopefully. curse your father for burdening you with his impatience. and dimwittedness, apparently.

whatever the thing is its fucking fast, tucking and weaving around corners almost faster than you can keep up with.

(you mentally thank your fitness educator for making you routinely run laps around the gardens when you became too lazy for your parents liking back when you were twelve. sucks you’ll never see her again, she was always funny.)

the mysterious being messes up and you cheer to yourself when you hear it stop itself from crashing into the wall.

“hah! looks like you’ve-“

gods above you must look like a dunce, panting in the middle of this dark hallway as you stare at the big bad that was staring at you in your entrapment. but it’s not what you expect. it’s not a monster, or a creature, or the angel of death here to free you from the torment of boredom.

it’s a woman. a devil woman. a very large and disturbingly attractive devil woman.

gods above, you’d been involuntarily celibate for far too long.

it’s clear she’s not going to start conversation first, appearing as if she’d rather sink into the walls themselves than explain herself to you.

“are we going to keep staring at each other or are you going to explain why you’re stalking me?”

“i’m not stalking you!” she blurts, clearly annoyed by your accusation. well, if she only responded to being called a pervert you’d just have to deal with that.

“you were standing in the doorway and ogling me as i was reading, sounds pretty stalkerish to me.”

“that’s not- i wasn’t ogling-“

“and you’ve clearly been in here with me a while, i’ve heard that weird humming and seen that light before. why not introduce yourself if you weren’t being a creep?”

“i’m not a stalker! i’m supposed to be here!” her eye twitches and you figured you’ve pushed her far enough to the truth. you didn’t want to annoy her too much, the giant woman looked like she could snap you in half with ease.

no, don’t think about that. stop staring at her muscles. stop it-

maybe she notices your silence or maybe she notices how you are not no politely checking her out, because she takes the infernal axe off her back, - which you hadn’t even noticed, survival skills going down the drain - sets it gently on the ground, and slowly starts to walk towards you.

you try your best not to show weakness or fear as she approaches, clearly trying to show you she doesn’t mean to harm you. she could have easily harmed you earlier when you chased her like a mad woman through the keep, and you start to feel a bit flushed with embarrassment.

“i can kind of explain why i’m here, if you’d like. somewhere more comfortable preferably.”

she leads you back to the kitchen and the whole time your eyes never leave her body, taking in every detail you can to try to piece together her story.

she has numerous scars starting from her face and trailing down her body, the gaps in her leather outfit letting you see the raised veins and literal vents in her arm and shoulder. add the injuries and incredibly well defined muscles together and it’s not hard to figure this woman is no strain her to hard battle, and could easily overpower you if she so desired.

(yet again you have to trample your inner libido at the thought. you need to get out of this place and fast.)

once in the kitchen, you both shit down and you listen as she tells you everything you want to know, answering every question you have without failure.

“what’s your name?”

“karlach. named after my mum. what’s yours?”

“princess y/n of tuquestia. are you a devil?”

“an actual princess, eh? here i thought that old witch was exaggerating. and no, i’m a tiefling. blame the burning skin and engine on that bitch downstairs mizora.”

“mizora? why the hell would you get mixed up with her?”

“i didn’t ask to. it’s a long story. i think your foods burning, love.”

“gods damn it. whatever. why are you here? how long have you been here?”

“guess that wicked witch is old buddies with my devil because they made some bet way back when that if she managed to screw over some kingdom they both hate mizora would give up one of her best soldiers to help her.”

“so what, your an extra ounce of protection to make sure i don’t jump out of a window?”

“guess i am. and please don’t, wouldn’t end well for either of us.”

after an hour of trying to make a simple meal and glaring at karlach whenever she’d tease you, a warmth bloomed in your chest uncaused by the infernal being across from you. until that point you had pondered when the effect of the endless days of loneliness would seep in, when you'd start talking to visions in your mind before slowly going insane.

but now you had karlach. big, loud, always yapping karlach.

you didn't have many friends back home. you had your handmaidens who were respectful but always too careful, brief flings from when you snuck out to the local towns taverns and polite conversations with visiting monarchs and royals. but never a true friend.

so you’re unable to tell if the way karlach acts is…normal. it’s not like she’s just standing behind and watching you as you try to live your life during the day. not that you’d mind that much.

it’s quite the opposite; she’s always talking. maybe it’s because during your first conversation you made a one off comment of resorting to talking to an old teddy bear you’d found in your closet for company, but there doesn’t go a minute where’s she doesn’t just strike up a conversation with you.

she asks what your home is like, how did you grow up, what it was like to be a princess (that ‘was’ stung more than you expected), if you ever had any pets, any friends, a boyfriend.

you’d snorted at that, telling her if there’s one thing you were grateful to your parents for it was respecting your preference for women. she goads you to go on and listens intently to your story of the time you and a neighboring princess got caught in the quite the situation behind one of the curtains at a large gala…

you figure it’s only polite to ask her all of her questions back, and clearly it’s the right option since each time you do her face lights up almost literally and she animatedly explains every little detail of her life and adventures before she got screwed over and stuck in avernus.

and oh, avernus. if there’s one thing to smack you into reality it’s when she finally deems you trustworthy enough to tell you how exactly she’d become one of mizoras best. you were not the least bit surprised that someone like gortash would screw her over.

(you’d only met him once at your parents invitation and faked food poisoning when he had asked you for a dance. karlach laughed so hard at that her fingers scorched the table you were sitting at. it felt in that moment that you’re stomach was even warmer than her.)

but when she explained everything after he gave her up, the pain of being taken from her home, having her heart replaced, turned into a killing machine and mistaken for a devil, your heart ached. all you wanted was to reach out and touch her, to place at least a comforting hand on her shoulder, but another pain she felt was going without contact with anyone because of her engine.

your old sociology instructor would weep in joy if she could see you know, mourning for the life of someone you just met could have had. all you wanted wasnt to escape this tower, or to wear the latest dress made custom by your tailor and drink some of the not sneakily hidden wine in the kitchens stone walls. it’s just to make her feel better.

so you come up with a plan. probably not the smartest one, but the only one that’ll get you results quickly.

you go about the morning as normal. wake up, clean yourself, meet karlach in the kitchen for breakfast. easy peasy.

now there’s just manning up and going through with this. you had told karlach you were making omelets, the tiefling practically bouncing in her seat as she cleaned off her axe while she wanted. as soon as you could tell she was distracted, you raised the vegetable cutting knife to your hand, took on a deep breath, and then-

“fuck!” her head jerked up at your cry, body standing up on automatically as she watched you cradle your hand to your chest and keel over. she goes to place a hand on your back to help you up and see what��s wrong when she stops herself, so close she can nearly feel the fabrics of your dress brush against her skin.

“damn it, princess. um, ok, it’s not too deep, i’ll get you a towel.” she rushes around the kitchen, searching for a piece of cloth to help you with your wound. but once she sees one sitting not even two feet from you by the fireplace, she’s stopped from alerting you by a swooshing air coming in from the hall, specks of magic floating through the air.

“what on earth are you doing?” elisia‘s voice comes out in a screech, looking like a cloud of darkness as her tall frame draped in black cloaks moves into the kitchen with a quickness. she’s just as quick to dig her nails into your wrist and bring your injured hand up to her face, ignoring your whimper that sends a pang of worry into karlach.

“what, are you turning into an idiot like your father? how can you be so inept?”

“ok ok, it was just an accident!”

she spits out a curse in a language you don't understand and drops your wrist, ignoring your grunt of pain. “the whole point of this is for you to be trapped here, not for you to end your life because of pure foolishness.”

her eyes zip to karlach, and you admire how the tiefling doesn't stand down to the hag's piercing gaze, squaring her shoulders almost like she is preparing for a fight.

“you. did you forget about our precious zariel’s little gift?” elisia smiles down at karlach’s chest, which noticeably glows brighter as her frustration rises. “one touch and you could have burned it closed. do you enjoy watching my hostage bleed out on the stone?”

“i don't think making her pass out and likely die from excruciating pain is in your plans either. i can't help her if i can't touch her without endangering her life!”

the echo of her booming voice leads to an eerie silence, both of you waiting for what elisia says next. your eyes meet from across the room, glowing amber trailing down to your hand before you give a quick nod to let her know you’re okay.

elisia groans, tapping her staff on one of the sturdy counters. “fine. what do you need in order to do what you’re here for?”

”i…i need an engine upgrade. just enough to be able to make contact.” you can't help but notice the tick in karlach’s voice, a slight glimmer of hope at just the idea that she’ll be able to touch someone again, even if it’s just you.

“you’ll still be able to use it as protection, yes?”

karlach nods, and after a few seconds of contemplation, the witch wordlessly disappears into a plume of smoke.

“do you think she’ll consider it?” you question, voice strained as the stinging of your palm reaches a new high. in a rush the woman is collecting the things needed to take care of your wound, gesturing for you to sit on top of the table while she helps as much as she can without hurting you further.

“focus on me, yeah? it’ll be over in a second.” she holds a bottle of alcohol over your hand waiting for your confirmation that she can pour it on the slash to sterilize it. you wish you could say you reacted gracefully, but based on her facial reaction it’s safe to assume the sound you cried was anything but pretty. quickly she guides you to dry it off and wrap it in a bandage, a sigh of relief escaping you when the would is properly covered.

“thank you. sorry if i made you worried, didn’t mean to cut so deep. still not very good with knives.”

“of course i worried, you’re - wait, you did this on purpose?”

you give her a sheepish smile as she stares at you in shock, eyes darting from your hand to multiple spots on your face before she bursts into a loud laughter, your body going stark straight from the surprise of her mood shifting so suddenly.

“glad to know i was right about there being something more than air in that head of yours, princess. now i’m aware you’re also crazy.”

“hey, it worked didnt it? now you’ll get your engine upgrade, and you’ll finally be able to touch me.”

“yeah looking forward to wrangling your stubborn ass from trying to find more secret tunnels in your bedroom.”

“i know they exist! what keep doesn’t have a secret tunnel?”

you’re thrown into a playful argument about how she’s certain that secret tunnels that you remembered dearly from your old castle wouldn’t be in every type of royal origin, while you try to persuade her it’s basically an untold law for building a keep.

all the while she’s trying to ignore how the light of the fireplace brings out the warmness of your skin, while you decide not to bring up how to the idea of touching you made her bite her lip and stutter her breath.

karlach gets her upgrade sooner than later, the itch appearing with a nice but scared-looking tiefling who uses a strange-looking metal to fix karalch up. you can tell she's trying to stay calm through the endeavor, not wanting g to risk the poor man due to her excitement. and the whole time you stay by her side, eyes trained on the rather strange way the procedure is done.

but once its done she stands there, almost unable to believe what she hopes to be true. she turns her body to face yours, eyes near begging for either of you to do something when you wrap your arms around her neck and push your body into hers.

and gods, is she warm. like cuddling up with a wool blanket in bed during the chilling midsts of winter. you can tell your sudden act of affection scared her at first, but once she realizes whats happening she wraps her arms around your waist so tightly it feels like shes trying to fuse you into one.

you hear elisia in the back, groaning at the act before leaving with the stranger in a hurry. when their footsteps are no longer heard karlach lifts your body up with ease, twirling you around before setting your body back to the floor.

her chest is having, excitement coursing through her body as flames rise and retreat from the vents in her shoulders.

“i cant believe it. i never thought i would- that you and i could-”

she cuts herself off with the most joyous laugh you've heard from her yet, pulling you into another hug and burying her face into your shoulder, minding not to scratch you with her horn.

its almost adorable how cuddly karlach becomes after that; a giant war fighting barbarian nervously asking if she can receive a random hug in the middle of the day, standing behind you as she makes sure you're following the steps of a recipe you found, even indulging you when you ask for her hands to warm your stomach when your moon week arrives.

only two weeks after her upgrade do you realize that you have feelings for her. maybe you've known for longer, only denying it in the fear that you'd lose the only true friend you'd ever had. even if she didn't return your affections, the reasonable part of you knew she would never turn you down in a harsh way. but you knew yourself, and knew the embarrassment would lead to you distancing yourself from her and ignoring her at any chance possible, which was the opposite of what both of you needed at this time.

you try your hardest not to make it obvious, but when she catches your eyes lingering on her a few times too long she decides she cant ignore it any longer, choosing to finally have that long awaited talk with you before you head to sleep.

she was escorting you from the library back up to your room for the night, gently guiding you with a large palm on your back while your attention was focused on a book you had found deep in the history shelves. it was endearing, how you'd pay little attention to where you were going and nearly trip over a stair before cursing it under your breath.

“i knew you were a bit of a history buff, darling, but you cant exactly learn if you give yourself a concussion.” karlach smiles.

you don't reply, mumbling something about being too engrossed in the text. with a choked back laugh she shakes her head and bends down to pick you up, one arm under your back and the other under your legs. she can see your eyes widen over the edge of the pages before going back to what you were doing. once she reaches your door she not-so-delicately kicks it open before placing you on your bed, bending down to start helping you take off your slippers.

once she's done she starts to look up at you when she takes a quick glance around your room. she’s only been in here a few times, when you’d fall asleep hunched over a tome in the library and she had to gracefully put you in your bed. there isn’t much in here save for the bed and a simple closet. but her eyes catch on the tally’s you’ve been keeping on the wall, inching closer and closer to the three month mark.

she starts to second guess herself. why would you have any feelings other then basic ones of friendship with her, a barbarian ordered to prevent you from leaving a tower you were trapped in? as much as you tried to hide it it was clear how much you missed your home, your parents, the grand lifestyle in which you were raised.

she’s about to make a quick exit after asking if you need anything else when you're doing it again: staring into her soul like you apparently so enjoy doing.

“is there anything else you need, princess?”

you feel a sharp pull below your stomach, not expecting the effect her words would have on your body, only increased by the feel of her large hand still around your ankle, the heat radiating from her and hitting you full force as whatever shes feeling grows in intensity. you gently reach a hand up to feel over the ridges of her cut horn, down to the slit in her eyebrow and the shaved cut of her hair. the whole time she waits, chest rising and falling as she tries to keep her composure while your touch continues its journey down and down until your gentle fingers are grazing over the curve of her nose and her lips.

you finally kiss her, and despite how damned good it feels she can't help but feel bad about how desperately she wants so much more. with all the carefulness she can muster she kisses you deeper, pulling you to the edge of the bed so that your legs are on both sides of her body.

“karlach, please…” you whine out into the quiet room, eyes closed at the bliss of her pressing her body closer to yours, her mouth deciding to start kissing down your throat when you stop kissing her to speak her name. not like she seems to mind, for every time you moan out her nails dig into the fat of your hips through your dress.

“gods, i’m so glad i was right. knew you wanted me, i had hoped you did.” her words are muffled by a quick bite to your throat, her mind going blank at the high pitched moan you let out at the press of her sharp teeth into your skin. she sucks a few more marks into the flesh before dragging her tongue in a line from the bottom of your neck back to your chin, staring into your eyes once she stops.

“clothes. clothes off, now.”

she obeys your demand, standing straight up to start working at her boots before tugging off her shirt like it’ll burn her, your slight giggling doing nothing to help her speed. once she’s done she looks back down at you, rolling her eyes to the sight of you laid pretty on your stomach, arms cushioning your head as you wait for her to undo the basic laces on your dress.

“you really are a spoiled princess, huh?” karlachs deep laugh does nothing to stop the need growing inside you, and neither does the feel of her hands ghosting over your back.

“don’t be mad just because i know my worth, brute.”

you can only let out a gasp when her fingers dig into the fabric and rip it down the middle, yanking the ruined dress out from under you. she waste no time in getting you into the position she wants, spreading your legs apart and pushing you down by the middle of your back.

“if i’m being too rough you’ll tell me, yeah?” you weakly nod your head from its place in your covers, but with a small pinch to the left cheek of your ass you know that was the wrong answer. “give me words, baby.”

“yeah, yes, fuck i will.” you don’t have time to be embarrassed by the desperation in your voice, since as soon as the affirmation leaves your mouth her fingers are spreading apart the lips of your cunt and licking a hard slow line up into you.

if she wasn’t explicitly put inside this keep to keep you safe you would have thought she was trying to kill you in the most euphoric way possible. she eats you like she’s starving and isn’t sure when she’s going to eat again. you then remember that before you the last time she slept with someone else was back when she was free in baldurs gate, so a decades worth of longing and lust has been steadily building inside her body.

and now she’s going to take all of it out on you. the thought just makes more cum run down your legs, eagerly caught by the hot mass of her tongue.

you thought she’d be more talkative but instead she’s laser focused on your center; she spreads you farther and farther to get a better view of you, rubbing at your clit with her wide thumb before pinching it when you wiggle your hips back at her. she ignores your whines in favor for drawing those deep sounds from the inside of your chest when she takes the bud inside her mouth and sucks, pulling roughly until your legs start to shake.

“karlach, fuck ‘m close, ‘m close!”

“that’s it, come on princess, cum for me. cum so i can split you open around me and make you mine.”

and like she’s a god that commands it you do, back arching near painfully as your hands fist the sheets and your throat goes raw with the force of your moan bordering on a scream. the whole time she refuses to slow down, sucking even harder as you cum so hard you fear you’ll pass out.

a minute later your high starts to die down, slick covering your thighs and a light sheen of sweat coating the rest of your body. you knew you’d been pent up these past few weeks with only your hand and pillow for satisfaction, but that was…intense.

you feel karlach pressing light kisses to your backside, leaving more little bites and marks around your hips and up your back. she briefly settles her body on top of yours, and while the weight and feel of her sends fireworks up to your brain and down to your cunt, the warmth of her is making the sweat on your back feel even worse, a pout forming on your lips.

“mmm, you’re hot.”

“glad you noticed.” she laughs, the deep timber of it rumbling through her body and into yours. for a brief second, you think you’d like to feel it for the rest of your life. the thought of it only makes you more desperate, trying to burrow your face deeper into the bed.

“think you can handle another? or does the princess need her bath and rest already?”

with a newfound determination, you try your best to lift her off of you, pushing your hips back into hers in the hopes she’ll feel enough pity to give in and roll off of you. instead, you get the opposite, both of you moaning at the grind of your ass against her groin. and fuck, does she feel big. bigger than you've ever taken, and there were some heavy hitters at the tavern you'd frequently sneak out to. soldiers who were big and strong and looking for a pretty thing to make their troubles go away for the night.

and now you had the upgraded model of all of them combined in front of you, lips still covered in your cum as she stared at your body like she wanted nothing more than to get her hands on it and not let go until she was fully sated. you crane your neck back and up to kiss her, tasting yourself as the two of you share a sweet yet intimate kiss, tongues fighting for dominance before you give up and let her win, hips continuing to buck when her long muscle pushes its way into your mouth and starts to explore.

you can only hold on to your small amount of patience for so long, and karlach starting to suck and bite at your tongue isn't helping in the slightest. your hands desperately reach up to grab at her, any part of her you can reach. you grasp helplessly at her large hand that's gently wrapped around your throat, her claws just barely scratching the sides. she squeezes the tiniest bit and you nearly cum from that alone.

“aw, you’re so desperate for it, aren't you baby?” she chuckles, loosening her grip so you can give a weak ‘mhm’ in response. “tell me what you want and it's yours.”

you tilt your head back farther, big wet eyes staring back at hers and clearly having the desired effect if her lip bite and groan are any indication.

“just want you. want you inside me so badly it hurts.”

in under a second her strong arms are flipping you around like it is nothing, spreading your legs and holding them up for you to hold, your brain instantly following her lead and doing as she intends. while you do that her hands are busy pushing the fabric of her pants down her hips, throwing them to the floor with a huff before she settles back in front of you, staring at you as you stare at her. well, a part of her.

she takes a few seconds to revel in the attention you’re giving her, pretty eyes trailing up and down her body, spread out oh so obediently for her while you willingly give yourself to her to indulge in. she’ll have to remember to tell you how much it means to her in the morning because all she can focus on now is fucking you until the both of you pass out.

and so she fits herself into place, swollen thighs helping to keep yours apart as a red hand goes to align herself with your entrance, catching your eyes again and waiting for your enthusiastic nod before pushing herself inside. you moan at the combination of pleasure and pain, grip on your legs faltering as your head falls back onto the bed. karlach isn’t doing better, moaning at the same time as you at the feeling of finally getting to be inside you.

“gods-fuck,” she groans, pushing her hips further until she’s finally fit her entire length inside of you. you’re given a few moments to adjust, but impatient as ever you buck your hips, whining as despite the fullness it’s still not enough.

she smiles, resting her body on top of yours, throwing your legs over her shoulders, and kisses you before starting to thrust at a speed that makes your eyes cross.

there are no words to describe how it makes you feel, just like there are no words you’re able to speak as she wrecks you oh so beautifully and oh so roughly. the only sounds in the room are the rough plap plap plap’s of her thighs meeting yours, the wet sounds of her length coming in and out of you, and the squeaky moans being exerted from your chest that had your cheeks hot to the touch.

needing to ground yourself you reach out for any part of her you can, fight hand gripping around the thick keratin of her horn. your left can only grip onto the stub of her other one, but as your nails dig into the skin at the bottom of it a loud cry leaves the barbarian as she somehow makes her thrusts hit even deeper.

you can’t even begging to imagine what you look like, the (former?) esteemed and regal crown princess spread out and moaning at the top of your lungs as a blood war fighting tiefling barbarian fucks you six ways into next sunday. but with each passing minute of her dick pressing into that oh so good spot inside of you, you can’t find it in you to care. you deserve this. karlach deserves this.

and gods is it so hot to see how much she takes advantage. she has all the stamina of a titan, only momentarily stopping her brutal pace to make sure your weak legs stay up and apart. if you didn’t know any better you’d think she was in a trance, gaze fixed on the sight between the both of your legs.

with a gentle tug on her horns you bring her head back up to look at you, those beautiful amber eyes droopy as her mouth falls open in another moan. you whine and yank slightly harder, pursing your lips at her confused face when you realize you’re still unable to communicate anything other than squeaks.

she brings her lips to yours so fast your heads bump, both of you giggling into the kiss. despite the continued frenzied movements below its sweet and intimate, a soft and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest as she pulls away and starts to press short kissed to your lips and cheeks.

“feels so good, princess, you’re so damn good.” she pants, resting her head in the crok of your neck. the small bit of praise makes you whine and clench around her, her thrusts stuttering for a moment before she digs her knees harder in the bed to make up for the extra resistance.

“aww, you like that?”

you turn your head in the opposite way out of embarrassment, hoping she’ll drop it and bring her focus back to the view of how her cock gradually comes back sticker each time she pulls out of you. instead she nudges her forehead into your chin, bringing your eyesight back to her.

“you like to act like a brat but you just wanna be all good and pretty for me, don’t you? it’s alright, you can tell me.”

face scrunching, you scratch your fingers again at the stub of her horn and she lets out a mix between a groan and a laugh, quickly hitting her hand down to the apex of your thighs and rub harsh circles on your clit.

“oh fuck, karlach, fuck!” your words are high and slurred, mind going blank at the pleasure she forces onto you. you feebly try to slow her down, gripping around her wrist to try and calm the overwhelming pressure building up. “i can’t, can’t it’s-“

“cmon baby, can talk a bug game but can’t take it? do it for me, yeah?”

she doesn’t wait for your answer, cutting off any potential sass as her finger rubs faster and harder and she tilts her hips ever so slightly upwards so she’s pressing directly into your spot, and in under a minute you’re clenching around her and nearly losing your mind at the sheer force of your orgasm, too blinded by the pleasure to notice karlachs strained keen as her thrusts come to a halt and the warm feeling of her cum flows inside of you.

she allows you to bask in the euphoric peace between sleep and consciousness for a few minutes, pulling herself out of you and gently shushing you at your strained whimper. her fingers brush away some of the stray sweaty hairs from your forehead and pressing sweet pecks to your cheeks.

“need some help, hun?” she asks, already predicting your tired nod. without a hitch she gently picks you up, not wanting to disturb you from the peaceful state you were currently in. with all the grace of a ghost she carries your limp body to the small bathroom, turns on the enchanted tub faucet, and gently placed your in the warm water with her sat behind you.

you go in and out over the next hour. you remember the feel of her rubbing the sweat off of your skin, her gentle praises whispered into your hair, her body warming up your towel to dry you off before tugging your nightgown over your head. when she rests your body on tops of hers on your bed, with the gentle hum of her engine calling you to slumber, your final thought is that you wouldn’t mind staying in this tower a little longer.

for the next few weeks everything is nothing short of perfect. the introduction of romance only brings the two of you closer, never going more than an hour separated. its nice to pretend that the two of you aren’t trapped and are instead two lovers on a really weird vacation, spending your days eating magic food, reading books, and making love before doing it all again the next. day.

elisia surprisingly only visit once, silent as a ghost when she appeared in the doorway of the simple chamber room when karlach had decided to join you on a small couch while you were napping, staring at the both of you silently before huffing and leaving in a plume of smoke.

now, you've always been a deep sleeper, something that worried your parents in infancy but became something they were glad for when they heard comparisons to babies that cried all throughout the night. as soon as your head hit a pillow? it was lights out, your body quickly drifting off into a peaceful slumber until you were ready to arise exactly eight hours later.

when you finally start gaining those first few bits of consciousness you feel floaty, high off of what happened the night before, and your body ready to cuddle up to the warm and cozy tiefling still in bed with you.

but when your fingers extend to the soft sheets next to you they feel nothing. she's not there.

your body jerks up, grasping the shirts to cover your chest in a grasp for self-comfort as you look around your room, which is also empty.

you know logically she’s probably off for a short while to get something to eat or doing her daily rounds around the keep, your brain coming up with any scenario other than ‘regretted last night and left you in the dust.’.

before you can come up with more ways to drive yourself crazy, you can hear faint noises in the distance and below you - metal clashing, grunts of exertion, before the sound of someone hitting the wall so roughly that there's no way they didn't break any bones rouses you from your bed, quickly throwing a robe over your body before rushing down the spiraled stairs.

you let out a shrill shriek when a large airborne object nearly takes your head clean off as soon as your foot touches the last step, heart racing so quickly you fear you’ll pass out. your eyes focus on the space in front of you as you quickly try to figure out what danger has entered your ‘home.’

karlach, dressed only in her small sleeping top and trousers is rigid and staring straight at you, clearly disturbed by your scream and unmoving until your subtle nod lets her know you’re unharmed, she has a few bumps and scrapes including a long bleeding gash on her arm, blood trickling down until it reaches her fingers which are gripped around one of the large kitchen knives.

you don't need to ask what the danger is because it'd be hard to miss it even if you were blind. there's a knight standing just a few feet away from her, donned in shining silver armor and holding a similar shining steel sword. his helmet has been thrown aside to reveal an admittedly dashing face and blonde mane, the stereotypical look of a prince charming.

well. charming until he opens his mouth.

“princess y/n! finally, i have found you! your father the king has been contacting numerous kingdoms to track you down and bring you home safely. don't worry about this beast, i will slay it and you will finally be safe from your captors!”

“oh you want a beast i’ll show you a beast, pretty boy-” karlach moves to attack the knight before you step in front of her, placing a gentle hand on her chest to stop her in her tracks.

“how did you get in here, sir?”

“its sir garrick, your highness…” the man answers, eyes flicking between you and the hand you have on karlachs chest. you don't care to move it, though.

“and how did you get in here? you just.. walked through the drawbridge? no other obstacles?”

he nods. and though its an answer it does nothing to help you or karlach answer the question on your minds.

“do you reckon she’s dead?” karlach asks.

“i doubt we could be that lucky.” you roll your eyes and turn to face her, the woman relaxed at your touch but still on guard because the knight is still staring at the two of you like he just saw an owl bear pick up a lute and start singing. you do suppose this was rather odd, a lost princess found in a tower and gravitating to the giant barbaric tiefling rather than the knight in shining armor.

when you look into karlach’s eyes you can see a glimmer of hope inside of them, just the same as when you revealed your feelings for one another and when she’d tell you her dreams of returning to her home city again in the dead of night.

“well clearly she allowed this guy to get in here, or else he’d probably have a goats head and a cows arse by now-“

“excuse me, what’d you say?”

“which means she might allow us to leave, right? probably with some invisible strings attached?” karlach’s hand lightly grips your waist, her smile wide as she even considers the possibility of the both of you leaving.

and while you try your hardest to outwardly match her enthusiasm, your mind is racing with questions and hypotheticals. this woman had a vendetta against your father, went through the trouble to take one of zariels prized soldiers and have her watch over you day in and day out, and now you could just…walk out?

karlach goes to retrieve some proper clothing while you and the ever-so-confused knight stay where you are, the man thankfully answering every question you have while you wait for your companion to come back. you can tell he desperately wants to ask about your closeness, subtly reminding you that he's been trained to take on large threats in enclosed spaces, even fighting numerous devils in his travels. you ignore it as your mind continues to race with the possibilities of what could happen when you walk through that door, if this is all some sick joke and as soon as you walk through the doorway you’ll throw up your own guts.

but it fades when karlach comes bounding back down, fully geared and with a small bag slung over her shoulder, failing to hide the optimistic smile on her face. her large hand encloses around yours, and you cant help but to return the smile and grip her hand just the slightest bit harder.

“alright pretty boy, show us the way home.”

the knight hurriedly nods and starts towards the entrance. when you reach the large stone door, the one you've stared at so many times with despair in your heart, its indescribable the feeling you have when the sun hits your face and the sounds of birds tweeting fills your ears.

karlach is shaking your hand, smile wide and eyes bright at she looks up at the sky for the first time in a decade. as you start to walk she rambles about all the foods she cant wait to try, visiting her home city again, sleeping in a real bed for once, and all you can think is that you would stick yourself in that tower again just to keep her by your side.

#baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #karlach #karlach cliffgate #bg3 karlach #karlach x reader #karlach cliffgate x reader

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copilotjimmy · 28 days ago

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info under cut ^^

RULES!!

SEXUAL NSFW such as KINKS, FETISHES, and whatever else is there DO NOT INTERACT. Not only am I not comfortable with it, JIMMY does not DESERVE PLEASURE. I will block and delete any asks relating to stuff like that. Jimmyshippers are on thin ice, because Imm not sure why you would LIKE him at all for anything else other than his great writing but okay? Good for you? Jimmy x Anya + Daisuke DNI. Jimmy x Curly shippers…. Ehhhhh? In the toxic way, yes. Actual good relationship? No. Are there even Jimmy x Swansea shippers???

Asks relating to Jimmy you knowing Anya will most likely be brushed it off as it not being his fault. I apologize for this. If you want to make him pay for it, then go ahead. It’s your job to make him suffer <3

info !!

jimmy herschel oglethorpe (his full & legal name) is the co pilot we all know and hate (and love, apparently?) and now he is stuck in hell (purgatory, technically) forever, forced to relive the events of mouthwashing until judgment

he is living and he is dead, usually signified by the bullet hole in his head. rp takes place whenever, but i’d say 2 months after the crash/0 hours until judgment.

he is remorseful, but really only since he’s truly being punished for the terrible things he done.

he also has a lot of mood swings so be prepared for some whiplash

tags..

jimmyposting: just a general tag.. whether it be roleplaying with the other jimmies or just jimmy posting things.. this is jimmyposting.

the fckuing Jimmy mod: mod posting. usually entirely in red text.

yimpy: yimpy…

that fuckass horse: anything relating to polle. pollepillar also a related tag, but more serious stuff

judgement, take responsibility, i’ll fix it: more serious rp

anon ask: asks that i’ve bothered to tag

miscellaneous anons: Vice, Nora, 🙃, etc.. just some anons

curly fries, or just curly (may come up with something better) curlyposting

crispy fries: post-crash curly

with a side of potato wedges: curly & jimmy

shoestring daisuke, daisuke, close your eyes: daisukeposting

anya & swansea i need to come up with something .. grr..

my little pony, ponysona: yeah

and anything with red text.. usually it is meant to signify him lying and/or modposting, but is used for emphasis sometimes. anything with blue text is truth.

#mouthwashing #rp blog #jimmy mouthwashing

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norcani · 2 months ago

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DAI MOD GUIDE (for the first time player)

I made one of those for origins for newcomers for veilgaurd, and this is the dai version (da2 doesn't get one because there really aren't enough mods I'd rec for a first play)

preamble aim of this guide is to turn dai into a game that respects your time more and tries your patience less. There are both major and minor changes, and you can pick and chose what to use. I used all of those mods together so there should be no conflict between anything on the list. There are two major mod managers for dai, but for this guide you have to use frosty mod manager.

It should be ok to use all of those as a first time player, as while they change the experience, I'd argue you're not really missing out on anything beyond annoyance.

Note on frosty mod manager: people will swear up and down it is hard to use, increases loading times, and adds crashes. None of this is remotely my experience. There are dozens of both video and text guides, so I won't elaborate further here. However one important note is load order. Mods loaded LAST overwrite the rest. If I say load x after y that means y should be further to the bottom in the mod manager.

Note on hair mods and retextures: I won't recommend any as it is subjective, but you should know dai is very finicky with them, especially in the dlc where they can cause the game to crash. I will add a section to alleviate issues as much as possible under misc if you chose to use hair mods/retextures.

Bug Fixes skip section if: you love bugs?

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/1992 -> misc bug fixes

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/3603?tab=files -> dai is notoriously bad with triggering party banter, in some cases it not triggering at all the whole game. You can select any of the files in main file to change the trigger rate (personally using 10 min). Also grab the level fixes.

Fixing Wicked Hearts skip section if: you enjoy pointless time limits and item hunts. at the same time. Or if you're too concerned about changing the experience too much (for the better).

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/3309?tab=files -> makes the doors the plot is hiding behind that are only accessible via random collectibles you are punished for searching for just open from the start. It also removes "court approval drain" which if you are a first time player, essentially is a mechanic that disallows you to take your time while exploring in this quest. (note: there are mods that do only one or the other of what this mod does, but I have not tested them and I can't recommend)

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/1528 -> allows your whole party to be in the non-combat portion of the quest

~immersion~ skip this section if: this is all very subjective, Essential as far as I am concerned, but ymmw

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/3561 -> show full lines in the dialogue wheel instead of paraphrases.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/2220 -> conversation camera zoom. There is a LOT of dialogue in the game and most conversations don't get dedicated cutscenes. The camera remains in the zoomed out exploration position during them. This mod zooms the camera in during the talks to give a more origins style talking head feeling. There is still no animations (besides lip sync) of course, it only zooms the camera.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/3482 for some reason the default expression all characters have is pissed the fuck off. This mod makes the default face neutral instead. That's all.

Open world fixes: Skip section if: you enjoy open world gathering missions….very much.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/1442 -> search radius increase. you will spend a lot of time in the open world frantically spamming your search key to find a random piece of trash. This increases your search radius so you can find your random piece of trash with less clicks of the button.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/3528 -> less shards. Makes it so you need to find slightly less of the pieces of trash mentioned above.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/788 -> quicker looting with several options. so you can pick up your pieces of trash faster.

War Table fixes: (war table operations are text missions that are essentially small chose your own adventure sections, where you chose how to deal with off-screen conflicts) Skip section if: you like the idea of real world timer based text only sections.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/2755 -> complete war table operations instantly. Dai has a real time timer based on war table operations, which you can only access from your base. Which means most often you will get the operation complete notification while youre in the open world, then you will have to go back to your base and to your war room and then read the report and send them to the next mission. This is a massive waste of your time. (note: load this last after any other mods modifying war table missions)

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/4127 -> better war table gather operations. By default "gather" operations give you a laughable amount of resources like 6 pieces. This increases the amount found in each, but also adds back the time limit removed by the above for those specific operations. To avoid this load this BEFORE the instant mod above.

Misc: https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/2051 -> speed launch. Because you probably already know who made the game and don't need a reminder every time you launch.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/2712 , https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/3439 -> hair and texture fixes (only necessary if you use retexture or hair mods) note that I still experienced texture glitches with these, though no dlc crashes.

https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonageinquisition/mods/2120?tab=description -> adds all crafting materials to a shop in your base. now this is basically a cheat, but sometimes you DON'T want to go out and search for random material for an hour because you are 1 short for the armor you wanted to make.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #veilguard #dragon age veilguard #datv

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spacebarbarianweird · 9 months ago

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Can I request Aasimar Tav headcanons (with astarion)? I barely see anything about Aasimar Tav since it's a mod to get in game

Astarion x Protector Aasimar!Tav

Masterlist

Headcanons

Aasimar are pretty new as a race and there are three main types: Protector, Scourge and Fallen.

Protector Aasimar is filled with the power of goodness to protect the weak, root out evil anywhere, and stand tirelessly in the path of darkness. From a young age, they receive advice and guidance that encourages him to resist evil.

Scourge Aasimar is filled with a divine energy that blazes within. It fuels a strong desire to destroy evil - a desire at best firm and at worst all-consuming. Many aasimars wear masks to shield themselves from the world and focus on containing this power, removing the mask only during battle.

Fallen Aasimar is touched by the forces of darkness in their youth or turn to evil as an adult. Their inner light has been replaced by shadow. Instead of angelic wings, they have skeleton ones which aren't fit for flying but good for intimidation.

I am going to do Protector Aasimar for you, and later I will do Fallen Aasimar for another request I have. If you want Scourge Aasimar or another vision of the character, let me know in the inbox!

You are born of celestial blood, a descendant of angelic creatures.

Raised among humans, your skin is pale, and metallic freckles scatter over your perfect face.

Your eyes are perfect silver, the glow in the dark.

A ghostly halo crowns your head.

And what is the most important, you have wings.

They are big and strong, you learned to fly before you learned to walk.

Your patron is Myllandra, a cold and distant creature.

Torn between two worlds, you are neither a celestial nor a human.

Not immortal, your lifespan is even shorter than one of a half-elf.

Your patron gives you orders and you have to follow them even if it means you ignore someone's sufferings.

You are given an order - you need to lead the fight against the Absolute.

If it means someone dies in the process, it's not your problem.

But you must not fight the Selunites' wars against the Sharns.

Don't look for the Night Song.

You obey and abide, cold and distant as you've been taught.

But the tadpole cuts your connection with your patron, forcing you to make decisions on your own.

You suddenly can decide whom to help. You can have fun. You can fall in love.

Astarion is absolutely bewildered by you.

An aasimar! A descendant of angels!

And, gods, your wings!

They are wonderful!

Your blood tastes divine in the truest sense.

And Astarion sort of corrupts you, teaching you to be selfish, to cherish material things - everything which was forbidden to you.

But the moment comes and he realizes he can't lie anymore. You are too pure, too honest, it's unfair to play games with you.

He confesses and waits for the divine punishment.

Instead, you hug Astarion wrapping him in your wings.

Corrupted and free, you are still an aasimar.

Now, when you are together, he often caresses your wings in public.

He especially loves cleaning the feathers of blood and gore.

And putting ointment on your back to ease the muscle pain after flying.

You are shocked to see the Night Song.

An aasimar! Just like you!

But why were your patron's orders like that? What is going on?

You act according to your ideals and win the war on your own terms.

When it's all over, you are ready to cover Astarion with your wings from the sun but instead…

He doesn't burn.

Your blood gives him temporary resistance.

But-

Your patron is back.

Myllandra is pissed.

She spares you the details of how much you have interfered with the divine plan and what a horrible creature you are.

As a punishment, she rips your wings off.

The pain is so unbearable you want to die.

Now you are locked in some interdimensional prison, restrained with chains and cursed with never never-ending pain of having your wings torn.

You've lost track of time, your life is only pain and suffering, the divine punishment for everything you did.

The thing is -

You aren't alone.

You hear the distant sounds of fighting, of some cruel battle outside the walls of your prison.

And then your chains are broken with the Orphic Hammer.

"Fuck, what has this bitch done to you", you hear the exhausted voice.

Of course.

Astarion isn't afraid of some angel who thinks too much about herself.

He is here. Along with the Night Song and the Selunites.

It takes you time to forget your imprisonment. The pain. The desperation.

What is worse, is the changes in your body.

You have the chronic pain in your back. Your skin is much darker than it was. Your eyes return to their "natural" grey color and don't glow in the dark.

Though, your blood still protects Astarion from the sunlight.

Even your patron can't take everything from you.

Together, you stay with the Selunites.

You are still Protector Aasimar - and there are plenty of ways to live up to your ideals.

Together, you are a peculiar couple.

A mutilated aasimar and a vampire, both in the Selunites' armor, go to the darkest and most cursed places to be heroes and adventurers.

Tag list

@tugoslovenka @marcynomercy @wintersire @vixstarria @not-so-lost-after-all @ashiro20 @theearthsfinalconfession @herstxrgirl @starlight-ipomoea @micropoe10 @astarion-imagine-archive @veillsar @elora-the-slutty-songstress @fayeriess @lumienyx @tallymonster @caitlincat-95 @tragedybunny @valeprati @lynnlovesthestars @marina-and-the-memes @waking-electric @ayselluna @connorsui @asterordinary @darkarchangel96 @locallegume @brainfullofhotsauce @coffeeanddonutscafe

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pan-withnoplan · 4 months ago

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@lakewillowmerewraith let me tell you something about boundaries.

I run a confession blog for a different fandom. It's mostly a positive environment, but as with most fandoms, there are also ship wars, people who thirst for "negative" characters, and occasionally rotten takes. Since the first day, I knew I had to set boundaries, but I also knew that I couldn't let those boundaries be about me and my personal preferences and dislikes. It wouldn't be fair if I deleted positive confessions about my notp/criticising my ships/depicting nsfw headcanons/shipping a beloved character with a hated character.

Because that was a blog that I made, but I made it for everybody in my fandom to feel welcome, not just those who I believed shipped/held the "correct, pure, unproblematic" ships/opinion, and it isn't fair to police real people because of fictional characters. What confessions I could reject, were those who actively hated on real people. For example: “This female character whom some people see as a transfem allegory canonically had a brief relationship with a black woman, so people who ship her with this white male character who was mean to her and "deadnamed" her are all racist, homophobic, and abuse apologists”. And “All X shippers are racist/misogynist/homohobic/etc etc” and “people who say [perfectly harmless thing] are gross/cringe. touch grass” and “stop being so damn [ableist slur]”. Those are the things I need to protect and shield my followers from, not the thirst confessions about the villain who manipulated and betrayed the female character. I also have an extensive tag system that allows people to avoid things they don't want to see. I get inbox that I don't like every day and still, as long as they aren't harmful to real people, I publish them all because it's not about what I want from my blog, it's about enriching my fandom and giving a voice to everybody. I've fucked up occasionally, but I am proud to say that mostly I have been praised for keeping a welcoming, safe, and positive space.

This is what I mean when I say that @elainarcheronweek's mods that have pushed for the decision to have certain Elain ships banned are partial, biased, and unfit to run an event that's supposed to belong to all Elain fans, not just the mods, not just the ones who they believe ship her with the correct character. It's not Healthy Elain Week, it's just Elain Week. And it's despicable that they can just decide to reject fanworks on which real people spent time and energy and feelings, just because they don't like the pairing or they make them feel icky. Because it's just that, right? You said it yourself. Not "fans feel uncomfortable about tamlain and beronlain", it's "the mods have the right to lead their event how they want to". And I say no, it's not only their event, it's Elain's event, Elain's fans's event, and no, they don't have the right to lead that event how they want to if that means punishing fans and creators because of a personal dislike. As I said, they didn't like the "icky" ships and decided to make it everyone else's problem. They "eliminated" the threat of big bad "toxic" elain ships, but they've done nothing to silence the people who accuse tamlain and beronlain shippers of being abuse apologists even when those works contain Tamlin and/or Beron redemption. This is not letting darkfic have the right to exist, it's purity culture. Denying those works a place on the platform out of a personal preference is quite literally censorship.

"But fans really have been feeling uncomfortable with tamlain and beronlain! What about them?" So use the fucking tag system. Make a post where you explain there will be works thay might trigger people and tell them to block the tamlain and beronlain tags. Ask people to suggest other potential triggers so you can update the list. Include the list of potential triggering tags in the master post. It's that simple and it would have saved the whole fandom a lot of drama and disappointment. It's always so baffling for me to think that grown ass people refuse to curate their own browsing experience or ignore the things that they dislike.

#elaingate #elain archeron #acotar #tamlain #beronlain

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tellmeallaboutit · 6 months ago

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knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 3, In Which Larian Introduces The Raphael Romance

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

SUMMARY: Careful which mods you install for BG3. Did you read the terms and conditions carefully?

TAGS: meta romance, psychological horror, smut, the character is the player, Raphael is after you, you wanted him, you invited him to our world, he accepted your invitation

RATING: explicit

AO3

Chapter 3

TW for the chapter: self-harm, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, masturbation, problematic mom-daughter relationship

After spending forty minutes on the tube and another twenty squeezed onto a bus with sweaty, boundary-ignorant strangers, you finally got home from your coffee date with the devil.

In that time, you had more or less come to terms with the fact that you had truly lost it.

This left you with three options: First, you could go to a psychiatrist (how do you find a psychiatrist?) and tell the truth. Your laptop is talking to you, a devil is stalking you with the clear intention of fucking you and taking your soul, in no particular order. They'd chalk it up to psychosexual mania, Freudian theories of repressed desires and frustrations. Prescriptions for anti-psychotics and anti-hallucinogens would follow while they dug into your very much fatherless past.

The second thing a person haunted by the devil might do is go to a priest. The last time you set foot in a church was when your mother could make you go, so it would be as much a surprise for the priest to see you there as it would be for you to do so again. Also, you can't help but imagine walking into a confessional only to find Raphael smirking back at you from behind the lattice screen, which brings you back to option one.

The third option was to accept your madness and play along with it. It had already made the last week of your life more exciting than the entire preceding twenty-seven years combined.

It wasn't a difficult choice.

Since your arrival at home, you had not let your phone leave your side for a single second, not in the shower, not on the toilet. Meanwhile, you had begun your preparations for the rendezvous, and you had begun by scheduling your torture for the very next day.

Your tormentor was a petite Vietnamese girl who promised her methods would not hurt, and the execution chamber was a rundown salon down the street that definitely condoned illegal employment practices.

Not like you could afford anything nicer anyway.

You could barely scrape together enough cash for waxing (damn inflation), but imagining that Raphael had watched you straddle a Bad Dragon dildo all natural- unshaved legs and the rest - was way more mortifying than the idea that the devil himself was watching.

After the Vietnamese girl ripped hair from your most sensitive areas, you felt prepared for any infernal punishment. When questioned if it hurt, you lied through clenched teeth.

The rest of the Sunday was a shopping blur. The last time you went on a date was some nine months ago (prior to BG3 coming out), it lasted an hour but left enough of an impression to delete your profile from Bumble, so you were completely out of stock of anything half-way decent, not to speak decent enough for a date with Raphael.

You consulted with the Devil's Den about what to wear and what lingerie Raphael would prefer, which didn't help much as everyone had their own interpretation of his preferences, ranging from none at all to him wearing lingerie himself.

At the start of the working week, your bank balance had dropped by four hundred euros and you still hadn't received any calls on your mobile phone.

Wasn't there a rule about waiting three days? Whoever came up with this shit should spend his afterlife as a lemure.

You went through the motions at work, barely awake during two team conference calls, only to be told you looked "exhausted". This, despite having spent the entire previous day in a facial mask. To add insult to injury, you were scheduled for a "personal development" meeting next week.

In between the conference calls, you took the time to write two essays on Tumblr. The first was about how Raphael would easily conquer the Nine Hells and anyone who doubted that was an idiot (you didn't actually write that, but you certainly meant it).

The second was about how Tav was the real villain for robbing Raphael. Maybe these posts would flatter Raphael enough to prompt him into calling you. Both got a decent amount of likes and reblogs, but not the attention you were hoping for.

On Monday night, you spent a good two hours staring at your phone, desperately waiting for some strange email, some kind of notification, however unsettling it might be.

It's not like Raphael actually works for that bloody law firm, is it?

Or maybe, for devils, the usual waiting time for a call is a couple of years. After all, Raphael was angry for a dozen years that one time.

when you remember you have a mother call me hope you have a nice day

Well, you asked for a disturbing notification, and now you've got one. Your mother had an uncanny ability to make you feel guilty with just one precisely aimed message. Despite being well acquainted with her tactics (which she vehemently denied having), they managed to hit their mark every time.

She wasn’t a bad person, no, far from it; God knows she had enough problems as a single mother in a small and predominantly Catholic town an hour's drive away.

She was the first in her family to go to university, but had to drop out when she became pregnant with you. Went through several terrible relationships, which she ended for your sake. You were her walking shattered dreams.

It hadn't been that long since you'd last spoken on the phone, maybe a week?

OK, a week was long.

“Hi mum," you sighed into your phone. "Sorry, I've been busy."

"With what?" her voice fizzed over the line, laced with a scepticism only a mother can muster.

A solid start.

"With adult life?" you said.

"Adult life is juggling a full-time job, a child and a house that needs constant attention, Anya. You don't have any of that."

"I have a full-time job, Mum, remember?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I know how 'busy' you IT people are. Anyway, I called to tell you something very important".

You were not IT people, you worked for an IT company, but for you mum, you were IT people and therefore by definition overpaid and underworked.

"I was at Nadine's", she said, and made a dramatic pause.

Oh great. Nadine, the human drain on your mother's savings, which were far from abundant. How your mother reconciled her devout Catholicism with regularly going to a fortune teller (and with getting pregnant at twenty out of wedlock) was one of the things that defied your comprehension. She had an intricate system, which only she would call logic, to justify these contradictions; you gave up trying to understand it long ago.

"Don't get upset - it wasn't about you or anything”, you mum said. “Your name just came up in conversation and we ended up doing a reading - just ONE reading, but it was... enlightening."

As every single reading so far.

"Yes?" you asked, not bothering to fake enthusiasm.

"Well..." She drew out the word. "The cards say you're going to meet someone special soon. A King of Pentacles, imagine! So, mature, financially secure, gallant…"

A gallant gentleman would not keep a lady dying for his call.

“There is more, Anja. There was also the Devil in the spread. Do you know what that means?"

You paused. "...the Devil himself is interested in me?"

Your mother let out a joyous laugh.

"Anya, sweetie, I love you, but I don't think THE Devil would be interested in you. Not this way, anyway”.

That stung a bit. After all these years of him supposedly seducing you into premarital sex and drugs, succeeding at the former and barely scratching the pot surface with the latter, and now he was suddenly not interested in you.

Well, that’s where you are wrong, mum. Hopefully.

"No, that means... Now I'm quoting Nadine here, Anya... Negative forces holding you back from reaching your full potential. NEGATIVE THINKING! That's what I've been saying all along!"

“Ah”, you said. “Right”.

You checked out and let the phone rest on the table on loudspeaker, allowing your mother to continue her monologue of small town gossip.The right-side neighbour was fooling around with someone else's wife, neighbour to the left doesn’t mow his lawn. You surfed on your laptop in the meanwhile.

queen-of-the-bored: now did you read that Raph smut I sent you

queen-of-the-bored: that one

You were hoping to get out of reading smut with Raphael and into living it. Ah, hell, maybe that would draw him out somehow. Maybe this would be about him and you, some meta stuff, a special surprise he wrote himself for you.

You opened AO3 and began to scan the warning triggers that preceded the chapter. "Non-con", "pillory confinement", "rough anal sex", "face fucking" and "forced urination", and that was just for starters.

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

“Holy fuck”, you said, and promptly closed the web-page.

"Anya! Watch your mouth! But yes, you are right, of course”, your mom said . “All these years acting like she is the holy and mighty and knows best… ”

you: are you ok recommending stuff like that?

queen-of-the-bored: what queen-of-the-bored: come on now queen-of-the-bored: dude this you?

She sent a screenshot of your Tumblr post with five hundred likes and forty-one reblogs:

"I don't get Hope, I personally would LOVE Raphael to lock me in chains in his basement and do whatever he wants to me <3".

That was undeniably you. Was that what attracted Raphael to you? Is that what he came for?

A sudden epiphany dawned on you: you were far more vanilla than you had let on. Especially on the first date. You didn't want it to turn into a basement horror story. Well, maybe you did, but only if it went exactly according to your script (which categorically did not involve non-consensual rough anal sex), in the kind of basement you liked (stylishly infernal rather than Josef Fritzl one) and with thorough aftercare and lavish praise.

You weren't entirely convinced that this vision was in line with Raphael's preferences. You were not entirely sure what those preferences truly were, for that matter.

You scrubbed all traces of the fanfic from your browsing history and briefly toyed with the idea of posting something along the lines of 'GET THERAPY YOU SICK FUCK' in the comments - just to make sure Raphael knew exactly where you stood on the matter.

What you need to do is search for fanfics tagged with phrases like "Raphael spoils Tav with gifts and sweet nothings", "gentle" and "teeth-rotting fluff".

"And then she said, Anya... guess what, she said..."

***

Tuesday was the third day without a call.

If he did not call today, you decided, you would go to that bloody law firm to drag him out of a conference room and if he was not there, well... you might do the unspeakable.

You might rob the House of Hope for the first time in your life. A woman who has not been called by her favourite devil for three days in a row is a woman in severe mental crisis.

After spending some time day-dreaming your revenge, you finally reach for your phone while still lying in bed.

There were notifications waiting for you, not the ones you wanted. The Raphael romance petition (which you’d passionately signed thrice, using different IPs) had triumphed. The new update included a post-credits dinner and something extra.

The fandom was thrown into chaos upon hearing this announcement (though, truthfully, any news tended to do that). Fans heatedly argued about whether it was pandering, too much fan service, whether it trivialized victims of sexual assault or if it was simply bad taste.

The discord channel buzzed with chatter about that new scene - some dismissed it as too vanilla; others lamented that Larian backtracked on Raphael being a bottom; while some celebrated it as the best thing since Andrew Wincott had cooed "good girl" on a live stream.

In different circumstances, you would be overjoyed and congratulating dmgdgoods for the success of the petition. But now? It felt like cold leftovers in comparison to what you truly craved - seeing Raphael in person, feeling his touch and his breath against your skin.

Regardless, you decided to get ONE bloody dinner you had been promised.

To your dismay, your boss chose today, of all days, to make you work and make you hate your work. You had four useless conference calls during eight working hours, each one an hour apart.

The clock on your computer seemed trapped within some diabolical time warp.

You’d bring an audience with you, you thought as you absent-mindedly typed emails. That’s right, you’d bring an audience.

If Raphael decides to talk to you through the screen, well, there would be your solid proof you were not crazy - and a digital trace - and a message to the whole world that it was you, you, who were his special mouse among the thousands that would rush to House of Hope tonight.

If he doesn't, well… he isn’t calling you either.

You dropped everything the minute the clock struck five, and lectured the rest of your remaining team about the importance of work-life balance and the toxicity of corporate greed.

Then you fired up Twitch.

The witnesses, a twenty-strong user mob, were summoned from across the communities you were in; some you knew, some you guessed who it might be, and a couple of random users.

The House of Hope stood ready.

In the main hall, a table was set for two, draped in red velvet with silver candelabras and a centrepiece of blood-red roses; Larian clearly knew their audience - those who craved Raphael Romance would also enjoy a side dish of gothic horror.

This notion you would subscribe to.

"Ah, my little mouse," Raphael's voice crept into your ears the moment Tav teleported into his domain. "I've been expecting our rendezvous."

His tone was molten honey and made you forget for a moment your annoyance at his lack of calls.

Archdevils Supreme were, after all, notorious workaholics.

Raphael was in his cambion form, which you liked, but preferred the human one. Like this, he would barely fit into your room - how tall was he? Two ten? Two twenty? Your ceilings were two twenty. One flap of those wings could destroy your bookshelf.

The Twitch chat room was quiet; you threw out a test message that elicited a few half-hearted responses. Still there, good.

"I owe you, little mouse," Raphael continued in that rich baritone that brought back memories of the coffee shop. "I owe you your unwavering loyalty. Your commitment. Your trust."

Raphael paused for dramatic effect before adding: "I appreciate those who deal fairly with me, because I have only dealt fairly with you."

His words eerily echoed a recent essay you'd written; it brought a smile to your face as you reached out to touch him.

cross_my_heart: are you touching your screen? cross_my_heart: jeez man cross_my_heart has left the chat

Your Tav, a drow warlock (whom you imagined as Raphael's personal warlock), was wearing her most "why-am-I-here" expression, arms crossed over her chest. It drove you mad, that standard #2 emotion.

Then they ate; clunky, clearly afterthought animations rehashed from Karlach's date dinner. The food they were served (meat, meat, lots of meat) made your stomachs ache (you had been on a crash diet in the irrational hope of slimming down for the rendezvous).

"You were the one who gave me the Crown of Karsus. You gave me the power to claim worlds, my little mouse, even your own." He paused before adding, "You hung on my every word, spread my vision... Every time we played, you offered the crown. My most loyal little acolyte".

A thrill of anticipation ran through you; he must be deviating from his usual script. He was now speaking directly to you.

luxaeterna: haha cool meta stuff luxaeterna: the game is probably checking to see if you have any save games where you killed him luxaeterna: and judging by the way you just stroked the screen (lol) you don't

"Come, my little mouse," Raphael beckoned. "Come and claim your reward. What is it that your heart desires?"

Your eyes scanned the four options presented to you:

1. Wealth beyond measure.

2. Godlike power.

3. Eternal youth.

4. You, Raphael.

"Well," you said aloud with a smile as your cursor hovered over option 4 (the only logical choice), "I'm not sure about immeasurable wealth, but an extra grand wouldn't hurt.”

You wouldn't know what to do with godlike power anyway, and you were too young to dream of eternal youth.

A message appeared in the right-hand corner of your screen: GUESTUSER43214 donated €1,000.

You gasped.

Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.

He was here. Raphael was watching you play with Raphael, which was the most Raphael thing that ever happened.

And he'd just given you a damn grand for nothing, with a simple click of his fingers - virtual numbers to him, but very real to you.

You licked your lips with excitement. Easy money. The easiest money ever, for a joke and a smile. Tax free too. Is that how the girls at OnlyFans feel?

papa johnes: holy fuck why didn't you ask for a million papa johnes: reload and ask for a million! DEVIL CREAMPIE: WOW WOW WOW luxaeterna: is this a prank? DEVIL CREAMPIE: SUGAR DADDY DEVIl

Would he give you more if you asked for it? Perhaps. Perhaps more than you could possibly imagine, enough to make all the worries disappear, but all in due time; that was not what you were craving from him at the moment.

luxaeterna:@GUESTUSER43214 are you Raph are you Raph Raph is it you? luxaeterna:@GUESTUSER43214 I can also stroke the screen for a thousand where do I sign up?

The user did not reply, but Raphael in-game did as soon as you clicked on "You and only you".

He walked up to your Tav and embraced her; tenderly, carefully, his clawed hands tracing the back of her spine. She looked frightened.

Well, she only had so many expressions.

"You've always had a knack for making wise decisions," he purred in her ear. "It's one of your many talents, my dear. And once again you've chosen wisely. Now, how may I indulge you?"

papa johnes: ASK FOR A MILLION

1. Fulfil my every dark fantasy.

2. Let me put you on a leash and show you what pleasure is, devil.

3. Aren't you only bedding Haarlep?

4. Thanks, I'll pass. Haarlep has told me I’d be well advised to indulge elsewhere.

luxaeterna: Fulfil my every DARK fantasy lol who wrote this stuff a horny intern on her lunch break papa johnes: ASK FOR A MILLION GODDAMNIT

You briefly contemplated if you wanted Haarlep to join and thought that’s something you would save for later, so you went for the horny intern option.

"I will make all your fantasies come true," Raphael promised, as he stood up from his seat and approached Tav. "The ones you're aware of and those yet to be discovered. But for what comes next, little mouse, I prefer us to be alone. No prying eyes."

The game gave you three options to choose from:

1. Yes, Raphael

2. Yes, Master

3. Yes, of course

luxaeterna: I think there might be an option missing DEVIL CREAMPIE: lol any colour you like as long as it’s black right Raph

You nodded, chose “Yes, Raphael”, and got an immediate response:

Connection to Twitch lost. You clicked around, but the servers seemed to be shut down. Huh, you thought, Raphael can control Twitch servers. He could use it as a tool of mass indoctrination.

A deep sigh slipped from your lips.

It was just the two of you now.

But you wouldn't leave without proof. You pressed escape and positioned your phone camera on the highest shelf, angling it to capture everything that transpired on screen.

Raphael pulled Tav in a kiss the moment you resumed the game, something clearly modelled after Ascended Astarion kiss, with him standing, her seated, looking tiny in comparison to him. His clawed hand grasped her ebony neck and gave it a light squeeze. His expression was perfect - possessive, dark, animalistic, hers was screaming “I am about to shit myself” and completely out of place.

You are a Lolth-Sworn and a Bhaalspawn, Tav! What the bloody hell are you scared about? He should be scared of you!

"You taste ambrosial, my little mouse," Raphael whispered into Tav's ear. "I've lived thousands of years and never tasted anything better."

She doesn’t, you thought bitterly, she tastes like nothing but code, but I do, I do!

Your hand traced up your neck mimicking Raphael's touch on Tav's skin and squeezed lightly. The pain made you aware of the bitter resentment against your own avatar - Raphael invited her, dined with her, was about to fuck her, not you, and it could be you now, should be you, not some character you cooked in an hour in the character creator.

She didn’t do shit but follow your orders. It was you who ordered her to give him the Crown.

Next, Raphael shoved the dishes and the cutlery to the floor and gently laid Tav onto the dining table, positioning himself between her thighs. At first glance, it looked like they'd used Halsin's animation from a different angle until you saw his forked tongue glide across Tav's pixel-perfect hairless pussy, sliding in and out of her.

She did one of those high-pitched, perfectly fake screams that made your blood boil and that was exactly the reason you never watched mainstream porn.

The very next gameplay your Tav is jumping off a very high cliff.

Tav threw her head back and moaned, the hair that should have fallen down remaining perfectly in place in her braid. It made it look fake the way video game sex sequences look fake, plastic dolls smashed against each other. Every woman in Faerun and Earth would grab his horns and hold on tight, but no, Tav was not animated to do so.

At least Raphael looked real, every second more so, so you focused on him, and his eyes, and his face glistening in candlelight and Tav’s juices.

There was no way Larian would make it so explicit, a thought that floated in the back of your mind. Can’t be right. The moans, the animations, the visceral, explicit arousal - his and hers. Can’t be right.

No way you’d be stopping to cross-check, either.

So, you watched Tav writhing under the devil's tongue, slipping your hand under your t-shirt, pulling aside the black lacy bra you'd recently bought for him and caressing your hardening nipples.

You couldn't help yourself.

You wanted him, his lips on your pussy, your hands around his horns, you wanted to come onto his mouth, to grind around his cock like a fish caught on a hook.

But all you could do was stare, the pulsing of your clit in perfect rhythm with your heartbeats.

Raphael was looking at you, at you specifically, just like in the cafe. He grabbed one of Tav's legs by the ankle and lifted it high into the air as she arched her back in pleasure. The other leg was slightly spread, offering a view of your avatar's glistening pussy, which you couldn't care less about, unlike the ribbed, red, engorged cock between Raphael's legs, impressive enough to both arouse and frighten.

He must taste so good. The very thought made your mouth water.

You shoved your fingers under your jeans, feeling the zipper scrape against them till it hurt, but you couldn't care less.

Fuck her, you muttered aloud as you rubbed yourself. Or better still, call me and fuck me.

As if he could hear you (he could he could he definitely could), Raphael hoisted Tav’s ankles onto his shoulders and rammed into her with the force that would have been painful in reality but looked mesmerising on the screen.

Hard, sure thrusts, sliding in and out, looking at you all that time, his mouth tightening in a sardonic smile. The promise in his eyes. The promise of all he could give and the promise of a hell of a price to pay. Despite all your fear for him, and because of it, you wanted him even more.

Tav screamed her cry again, exactly the same vocal line, her symmetrical, round, cookie-cutter breasts bouncing to the rhythm dictated by Raphael.

It’s me next time, you pleaded. Make it me. I deserve it. I’ll make it worth your while. Please.

Raphael moaned, loudly, like no man you've ever been with moaned - no man you've ever been with could pull off a moan like that - wild, lustful, deep, shameless. You have to talk like him to pull that off. You have to look like him.

You have to be that silver-tongued devil.

"You are mine. I owe you, my precious little mouse" Raphael said to Tav, hovering over her, folding her in two (would you be that flexible?). "Be my good girl and say it."

This is exactly the kind of talk you wanted from him, exactly the kind of talk that made your pussy throb, that made you click on everything with 'maledom' in it in a split second. Such a shame you could see so little, had to imagine so much, their parts were barely visible in this position.

"I am yours," you whispered breathlessly, pinching your nipple as you plunged your fingers deep inside you. "I am your good girl. I am your little mouse. I am!”

Tav said nothing and Raphael raised his hand over her face. Slap her, you urged, hurt her, slap her hard, but he didn't, instead running his fingers through her snow-white hair and you moaned in frustration and pleasure.

This man brings out the worst in you.

Your pussy clenched around your fingers, a little moan escaped your lips and you bored into them, pretending it was his cock ramming into you. You would get the Devil's Dick from under the bed if you could just tear yourself away from the screen for a moment.

You were right on the edge, so close, closer. Your eyes were fixed on Raphael's face, desperately trying to catch a better glimpse of his cock as he thrust one final time before the screen slowly faded to black.

"NO!" you screamed in frustration. "COME BACK! I'M NOT DONE YET!"

The scene changed to both of them lying on a crimson bed. You closed your eyes shut and gritted your teeth.

Of course, you could have used your imagination to fill in the rest, but you were tired of pretending. You craved the real thing - flesh against flesh, hot breath, his scent, beads of sweat, and taste of saliva, his saliva. Not just porn or smut or audio recordings – the actual physical experience. Sex that you had never had because all you knew was awkward fumbling and elbows tangling in your hair and ‘ugh do you really want me to talk dirty this is so weird’.

You would do anything to fuck him now. Bring me that damn contract, I'll sell my soul for a good fuck. Give me the fucking paper, Raphael, give it to me now.

You reluctantly pulled your sticky fingers away from your aching pussy and cursed under your breath. How many times did Raphael ruin the mood already? Cruel, sadistic, cold-hearted fiend, damned hellish beast.

You wanted a different kind of torment.

"Raphael, you better call me," you growled at the screen. "Or I swear I'll come to your house, snatch your hammer, end you and..."

Your threat was cut off by a ring of the doorbell.

"Metaphorically speaking," you hastily added as the doorbell chimed again, more insistently this time.

The memory of blood blisters on guy's lips for lesser offences was still fresh in your mind.

"You promised you'd knock on my door, not ring," you muttered to yourself, feeling a tinge of fear run through your body. "And again... metaphorically speaking!"

The doorbell rang once more, louder and angrier than before. You wiped your slick fingers on a napkin and quickly adjusted your clothing before cautiously approaching the door.

A quick glance through the peephole revealed something red outside. But you didn't dare take a second look.

Your palm found its way to the cool metal of the doorknob. This was it, wasn't it? The moment where a stupid girl opens the wrong door at the wrong time and gets clawed to death.

Behind the door stood a teenage boy, around fourteen or fifteen years old, with acne and an ill-fitted t-shirt, casually chewing gum. He looked at you as if you were the one disturbing his peace all along.

"Why the hell were you buzzing my door like a maniac?" you asked.

He thrust a bouquet of red roses towards you without much ceremony. It was heavier than you thought.

"I have a special delivery for you, ma'am" he announced.

"Why did you buzz my door like that?" you asked again, irritated.

"I get an extra hundred if I deliver these today. I was pissed that you weren't home," he replied with casual indifference.

"You can't just do that to people, you little shit," you shot back.

"Whatever, sue me, bitch," he retorted before walking away with a shrug and one last jab: "And zip up your fly."

You flipped him off, your fly still splayed open. It was funny how not too long ago, such a comment would have mortified and flustered you.

But now, being a bit (okay, a lot) crazy has its perks.

The bouquet he gave you was exactly the type that you used to mock in high school when the popular girls would flaunt their dozens of roses on social media. Over-the-top, showy, just plain vulgar in its excessiveness. How many were there? A hundred? At least.

You absolutely loved it.

You loved the note attached even more.

"Apologies for my silence. Had urgent matters to attend to. I promise to make amends and cannot wait to see you again -R."

Oh, and a box of Ladurée macarons which you never tried but you couldn't take your eyes off of them through the window of the shop!

As if on cue, an incoming call lit up your phone screen. No Caller ID. You clutched the bouquet tighter and hurriedly answered.

“Thank you so much”, you said, momentarily hating the simpering, saccharine voice you adopted. “What a coincidence, just received your flowers”.

"It's hardly a coincidence," Raphael replied calmly. "They sent me an email notification."

You let out a small laugh at the mention of the "e-mail". It seemed like Raphael was still playing the “no, no, it’s not me Raphael the cambion, I just look like him” game. Whatever the hell for?

"You've had my home address this whole time, haven't you, Raphael?" you asked. "Why did you ask then?"

There was a moment of tense silence on the other end of the line, and you could sense Raphael's anger without even seeing him.

One wrong sentence and everything could shift between the two of you in a split second.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he responded with firmness in his tone:

"It’s one thing you didn’t ask for my name - which I found impolite, but I can forgive a beautiful woman many things. Calling me another man’s name? That's something I will not tolerate."

You blinked in confusion as you read the note in your hand: "I cannot wait to see you again. -R".

"I'm sorry," you stammered, "Your note..."

He laughed. Soft, charming laugh of a rich and successful man perfectly content with his life.

"Raul, at your service. Raul d'Avergni, if you're interested in doing some research in your free time."

"Raul?", you asked. It was not an ugly name, but it was foreign, mundane and not diabolical enough for your taste. It made you think of a Spanish soap opera, not of Avernus.

"That's right," he replied calmly. "Italian, in case you were wondering. From west of Pozzuoli. Not exactly a place you would be familiar with."

You couldn't help but feel a little hurt by the comment, even though you indeed had no clue where Pozzuoli was.

"Oh," you replied. "I hadn't noticed an accent."

"I would hope not, considering how much my father spent sending me to Eton," Raphael (you won’t call him otherwise, no) joked, although his voice tensed up at the mention of his father.

Great, now Mephistopheles is here too? Did you accidentally invite all of Hells?

"I will be there by eight to collect you," he said very matter—of—factly.

You checked your Apple Watch and saw that it was only an hour away.

"Tonight?" you inquired.

"Do you have any other arrangements?"

No, of course not. I've been waiting for your call this whole time, you wanted to make a joke before you realised it was no joke and therefore not really funny.

"No... none," you admitted. "Where are we headed tonight? Should I dress up?"

Or it wouldn’t matter because I would end up in a garbage bag and a “missing” poster?

You could hear him smile on the other end of the phone.

"You definitely should dress up," he said, his tone flirtatious again. "We are heading somewhere special. It might be a little unconventional for common taste, but I assure you, you'll love it. See you very soon."

He hung up before you could ask for more details on what kind of unconventional thing he had in mind. As you tried to calculate your chances of survival for this unconventional event and what exactly was considered unconventional by infernal standards, the odds seemed to get slimmer and slimmer.

Would they even find your body?

It suddenly struck you that 'Raul' never bothered to explain how he knew where you lived, and you still didn't have his phone number to call him back. This realisation prompted you to do something you hadn't done since childhood: call your mum twice in one day.

The only person you could trust to hunt down a devil.

"Mum? I have plans tonight. I'm going out with a man named Raul de… de… oh, God, Avergni or something. Yes, write down his name and look him up on Google. If I don't call you until tomorrow..."

"What do you mean by tomorrow?" your mother interrupted sharply. "Are you planning on spending the night with him?"

You were hoping to spend the night with him!

"I'm twenty-seven, Mum."

“Anya, you know better than to sleep with a man on the first date. Men are hunters, and if you give in too easily, they will lose interest. Trust me, I've been through it all before…”

You clench your jaw as she continues to lecture you on how to catch, tame, and keep a man.

"Mum?" you interject.

"Yes?"

"Did it work with my father?”

Your mother let out an exasperated sigh and switched to her "I have the worst daughter in the world" voice.

"I hope you have a nice evening, but please remember to call me when you get home TONIGHT."

As you showered, dressed, moisturised your face and hands and tried to style your hair, you couldn't help but think of Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic. After all, she looked good dead, so you should too.

The marks of your own fingertips were still visible on your neck. You quickly covered them with concealer and briefly recalled a distant memory of cutting yourself as a teenager.

Why had you cut yourself? The reason was foggy in your mind, as was the pain, but you remembered the bitterness and loneliness. You didn't want to die, but you wanted something else - something you didn't have, or someone who could give it to you.

Being suicidal must be a package deal with being crazy.

Your phone buzzed. The thing with your mother, she gets distracted too easily to remain offended for long. And you provided her with excellent food for distraction.

is he the managing partner of the law firm?

oh my god

ANYA, THE KING OF PENTACLES.

they write “not married” on the website, god bless

he must have so much money, Anya, so much money.

so handsome

no offence love but how on earth did you manage it

(ah that’s why you were cutting yourself)

we can live with him being Italian, I think.

at least he is Catholic.

please wear black, it suits your figure.

remember POSITIVE thinking.

(Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic)

send me a picture when you are ready. OK? love

wear a cross too

A cross? You let out a laugh. Unlike your mother, you were consistent in your beliefs. Catholic school was the perfect environment for raising atheists. Ever since you were a teenager, you had been against that rotten, bloody institution, full of pedos, crooks and who knows what else.

If this was God's team, then you proudly allied yourself with the devil.

As you ranted internally against the church, you suddenly remembered that you now had some freshly made solo porn on your phone that needed to be deleted immediately.

Not before you give it a little watch.

You wish you hadn't, you thought as it started to play. A high-quality video of you choking in front of a black screen, your hands clutching your throat with a fervour you didn't even know you possessed. A reflection of your face on the laptop: possessed, sickly, rapt. Moans escaping your lips as you pant, hands roaming all over your body, little tremors of excitement... at nothing.

A black screen.

You immediately deleted the video from your phone. If it proved anything, it was that you were gone. Far gone. Off the deep end. The way you moaned, salivating at the mouth, Christ almighty (Christ had nothing to do with it)...

Knock-knock.

Well, that was Raphael. You could tell by the simple knock. It was soft and polite, modest yet assertive; but he wouldn't wait long for you to open the door, so you had to be quick.

Knock-knock.

Your gaze drifted to the ornate golden cross, the crucifix in the centre; suffering, redemption, salvation, deliverance from evil and all the shit you did not believe in.

In fact, you didn't believe in devils either.

Besides, a cross won't help against the devils of Baator.

Then again, it wouldn't hurt.

Next: Chapter 4, In Which You Attend A Very Special Event

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 fanfic #meta fanfic #raphael x you #raphael x reader #raphael x player #raphael x tav #knock knock #raphael the cambion

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 2 years ago

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hii! could you do a smut with markiplier smut where the reader is being bratty and disturbing him while he’s editing and he puts her in her place and punishes her? (daddy kink, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), bondage, degrading, name calling, etc.)

Bad Little Thing

Markiplier x fem! Reader Requested by: Anon Proofread:N/A Genre: Smut Music: Hawaii Part II - Full Album Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, Daddy kink, oral , throat fucking, slapping, bondage, choking, degrading, name-calling, mean!Mark Summary: All you want is Mark's attention and will do whatever it takes for you to get it. Author's Note: Markiplier?? Damn. (I also reached the tumblr word limit with this so I had to limit the warning sorry-) -Mod Kenma

To be fair, you were bored. You weren't sure what Mark was doing but he wasn't paying attention to you, so it wasn't important. You wanted his attention, plain and simple. You waltzed up to Mark and looked over his shoulder. "Whacha doin?" You asked, leaning onto him.

"Something real important princess." To you, it looked like a bunch of boring emails. "Mmm seems boring~," You said, pouting. "You know what would be a lot more fun?" Mark sighed and pressed a kiss on your temple. "I can't play now sweetheart, I'm doing something important. When I finish we can play, I promise." You huffed and pulled away, annoyed.

"That's fine. I can play by myself." You said, pushing some loose hair out of your face. Mark stopped typing. It was one of your rules that you weren't allowed to touch yourself unless Mark had given you permission to. Before you could skip out of the bedroom, Mark grabbed you by your wrist. "What's up with you today. You're acting like a brat." Your boyfriend said, irritation lacing his voice.

Mark left you no room to respond as he got up from his desk and led you to the bedroom. You couldn't help but skip towards the bedroom with a big smile on your face. You sat on the bed and waited for Mark's next move. You watched as he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "You've been bad." He said, gently holding your cheek before slapping you.

You let out a small whimper, enjoying every moment. "Part of me wants to tie your needy ass up and leave you here while I continue my work, but I wouldn't get to see your reactions." Mark walked off, grabbing something from the closet. You watched as he brought out dark red rope and unraveled it. True to his word, Mark did tie you up. He wrapped the rope around your shoulders, making sure to make a knot right above your chest. He wrapped it around your breasts, making sure that the rope squeezed and tightened in all the right places.

After that, Mark grabbed another section of rope and began to tie up one of your legs. He wrapped the rope around your upper calf and tied your wrist to it. The rest of the rope was tied against your thigh, the end of it wrapping around your cute tummy. You watched as Mark did it to the other leg and squirmed, trying to find a position more comfortable than the one you were already in. "Uncomfortable?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, some of his dark hair getting in his face. You nodded and watched as Mark smirked.

He pushed you onto your back, before taking off his clothes. The sudden chill of your cunt being so out in the open caused you to shiver and your nipples to harden. You blushed as Mark manhandled you. You couldn't help but swallow thickly as your head was hanging off the bed. You stared at his cock and watched as he brought it closer to your lips. "Open." You obeyed, already feeling spit build up in your mouth.

Mark slowly pushed his cock into your mouth, caressing your cheek as he did so. You hummed when he put his full length inside your mouth. Something about this position was so personal, submissive. Mark had complete control over the situation, and that's why you loved it so much. Something about giving up control drove you wild.

You closed your eyes in bliss as Mark fucked your throat. He'd occasionally rest one of his hands on your chest, groping one of your breasts. You could tell that just by your throat alone, Mark wanted to cum. You could taste his pre cum and wanted nothing more than to swallow it and be praised for your behavior.

To your surprise, Mark pulled out. "Fuck princess. Your throat feels so good. This is a punishment though, can't finish just yet." You huffed and looked away, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Mark smirked and sat you up. He laid you down on your back and dragged his hands up and down your waist. Just his touch alone had your stomach up in knots. You squirmed in his hold, wanting him to touch you everywhere.

One of his hands slid up your body to your neck and gave it a good squeeze. Your eyes rolled back in bliss, enjoying the pressure. "You're such a slut." Mark said, looking down at your cunt. Without warning, he slapped your pussy with his free hand. You flinched and let out a sheepish moan, embarrassed. He continued to rub and slap your cunt, enjoying your flustered reactions.

A string of your wetness attached itself to Mark's hand. "You're already wet? I haven't even done anything to you. You're such a whore." He said, pressing a wet kiss onto your neck. "I need you." You whined, clenching your hands. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, as you begged for his touch. "Daddy please!" It was borderline painful.

Mark clicked his tongue in annoyance and stopped touching you. "Fine. But I'm not stopping till you learn your lesson." He grabbed you by your thighs and pushed himself inside of you. Mark leaned down and groaned into your neck. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your legs around his waist but the rope was making it impossible to do so. You craved being as close to him as you physically could. You wanted to touch him and grab onto him as tightly as you could.

His thrusts were at a brutal pace. You couldn't form any words, only slurring together 'daddy' and 'please'. Mark responded to every "please" you cried out with "please what sweetheart? What do you want daddy to do?". It's not like you could respond though, head too fuzzy to do so. Your whines and whimpers only spurred Mark on. He loved hearing your desperate cries for him. It made him proud to know that his cock was able to make your head that dizzy.

He angled himself at just the right spot to make you see stars. "Gonna cum!" You cried out, tears sprouting from your eyes. "Cum for daddy, princess. Show daddy how much you love his cock." Mark leaned down and began to mark your neck violently. His blunt nails began to dig into your thighs, leaving crescent shapes on your skin.

Your eyes rolled back as you came, a pornographic moan leaving your mouth. Mark came quickly after you, painting your insides with his cum. Before you had any time to come down from your high, Mark moved. His thrusts weren't as violent as they were before. You squealed and tensed up. "I told you I'm not stopping baby." Your cunt had become sensitive from the rather rough foreplay and your climax. "Daddy! 'M sensitive-" You cried out, throwing your head back against the pillows. Mark shushed you with a kiss. "It's okay. I'll take care of you." He said with a sadistic smile.

#markiplier x reader #markiplier x fem reader #markiplier x female reader #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #x fem! reader #markiplier x fem!reader #markiplier smut #markiplier x female reader smut #markiplier x fem reader smut #markiplier x fem! reader smut #smut #x female reader smut #x fem reader smut #x fem! reader smut #kinktober

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whinesandwhimpers · 1 year ago

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cw: noncon body mod, implied rape/noncon, sexual assault/harassment, unhappy reader, dark fic!!

Kidnapper!Soap x reader

Brief Kidnapper!Ghost x reader

desc; after you act out, soap punishes you, not in a way you expect or want

word count; 1890

You were tired of being their prisoner, their toy. You'd lost count on your fingers how many times they'd used your body for their own pleasure, how many days you had been here with them.

Simon was away on assignment leaving you alone with Johnny for the last few days. While Simon gave you space most of the time, unless of course when he wanted to fuck you, Johnny didn't. He always wanted you close by. Always had to be touching you in some way. Usually Simon would tell him off, making him give you space, and you weren't sure whether it was for you or for some other reason—Maybe the same reason that Simon had ordered Johnny not to fuck you while he was gone.

Since Simon wasn't around, there was no one to stop Johnny now from constantly invading your personal space.

Sure, he couldn't fuck you, but now he would constantly pull you onto his lap to grind his boner against your ass and grope your tits. His hand would slip under your shorts and panties and his fingers would stroke your folds and rub your clit in small circles. He was constantly teasing you. When you'd unwillingly get wet from his torment, he'd lick the juices from his fingers while he made you watch. He even made you lay your head down on his lap and he'd occasionally thrust against your face.

The next time he tries to pull you in, you struggle. You pull away and you slap him in the face. Immediately regretting your decision when you see how angry he looks, you cower away from him.

"Fuckin' brat, ah didnae think ye were that stupid." He spits as he grips your hair roughly making you hiss in pain and claw at his arm.

"Let go of me!" You scream.

He tsks, pulling your head up to look at him. His face is inches from yours and you can feel the air he angrily exhales lightly hitting your face. You try to move your head back and he grips your hair harder making you cry out and look at him. His eyes burn with anger at your defiance as he growls out, "That's it. I've had it with your attitude today."

Your eyes widen in fear and your breath hitches, knowing you're about to be punished. Knowing there's nothing you can do to stop him. This is what they did when you weren't their perfect little prisoner. Your words, not theirs. They always referred to you as their good girl, unless you pushed them.

Johnny lets go of your hair and grabs your upper arm, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and pulls you up to your feet. Johnny doesn't say anything or even look at you as he pulls you to the bedroom. He pushes you through the doorway first and you stumble in. He closes the door behind him and the bolt Simon installed slides into place, trapping you in here with Johnny. Theres a keypad for a code to get out. Of course you don't know it. Why would you? You haven't been good enough to earn that yet.

You watch Johnny walk over to the desk and rummage through a drawer for a moment before he's pulling out a black bag. Johnny's mouth twists up into an evil smirk as he looks at you. You swallow, nervously. You didn't want to know what was in that bag but you were about to find out.

"Been wantin' to do this to ye for a while, bonnie. Every time I see those pretty tits of yours," He glances down at your clothed chest and licks his bottom lip. Your arms cross over your chest on instinct and he lets out a dark chuckle. He takes a step toward you and you take a step back. "Ye wanna ken what i'm gonna do to ye?"

You shake your head. You don't want to know because you don't want him to do anything to you at all. His smirk only grows wider at your hesitance. He fishes a hand into the bag and pulls out a little packet and holds it up to show you. You squint, trying to make out the words on the packet. Body Piercing Needles... no, no, no. Terrified, now knowing what he's going to do to you, you step back further until your back hits the wall. He just watches you in amusement, placing the packet back into the bag that most definitely includes the other supplies he's planning to use on you. You wish the wall would swallow you so you didn't have to experience what was about to happen next.

"Where do ye think you're goin'?" He tilts his head like a curious puppy dog but keeps that mischievous look on his face making you shiver. He was more like a wolf than a puppy dog and you were his prey.

"Don't." You whisper, ignoring his question, your bottom lip quivering.

"Don't what?"

"Don't use those on me."

"You didn't say please... I'll tell you what, hen. Apologise for your bad behaviour and... beg me not to use them and I won't."

"I-"

"Ah, ah. Not there," He sits on the bed and points to the floor in front of him. "Right here. On your knees, bonnie."

You really don't want to but since it's your only option you oblige. You hesitantly make your way over in front of him and go down onto your knees. You know exactly how this looks to him.

"Eyes on me." He nudges your leg with his foot and you immediately look up, your mind on what's in that black bag. He's fucking grinning. He leans back on his palms and watches you expectantly, waiting.

It takes you a moment, you have to work up the nerve. You swallow and weakly speak, "I'm sorry."

"That the best ye can do?"

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'm sorry," You rush the end, feeling a little frantic. You pause and exhale a breath before continuing while Johnny watches on in amusement. "Please.. Please don't use those.. needles.. on me. I'll be good. I swear."

You don't think you've ever felt more mortified and pathetic. The amusement is gone from Johnny's face as he silently stares at you. You wait for him to say something, anything. After what feels like hours but is definitely only a minute or two, he gently grips your chin and tilts your head up. You maintain eye contact as he leans in closer to you. You think he might kiss you and you resist moving your head away or scrunching your face in disgust, not wanting to make him mad especially after you just begged him. He stops, close enough that the tiniest movement forward would connect your lips to his. Then he gives you a wicked grin.

"Ye gave it a good go." He says and your face falls and your stomach drops.

Before you can protest, Johnny roughly pulls you up and throws you on your back on the bed. He ignores your screams and holds your legs down as you try to kick at him and climbs on top of you, sitting on your hips to hold you still. You try pushing him off, you smack and claw his thighs, you squirm trying to wriggle your way out. He merely laughs at your pathetic attempts and grabs your wrists, holding your hands above your head, before he pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. You don't get the chance to consider when he grabbed those or if he just keeps them on him all the time before he's cuffing your hands tightly together. You let out a noise of discomfort.

"This is gonna be fun." He muses then grabs your shirt and rips it right down the middle, exposing your breasts to him. He licks his lips as he ogles them.

he reaches down and painfully tugs and twists your left nipple in between his fingers until its firm. You move your cuffed hands to hit him again to try to stop him. He sees it coming and grabs your wrists.

"Don't or I'll break them," He squeezes your wrists and you gasp at his threat. He presses your arms back against the bed above your head. "Stay."

You obediently listen and keep your arms still, not wanting him to follow through on his threat, figuring that broken wrists were a worse alternative.

He returns his attention to your nipple and grabs one of the needles out of the packet.

"Pre-sterilised. Well aren't you lucky?" He mocks and you shake your head, silently pleading with him to not do it.

He gets a good grip on you, holding your tit firmly in position.

"Stop. Please, Johnny." You try one last pathetic beg.

He smiles at you before he plunges the needle horizontally through your nipple and you scream out in pain. He looks in awe at the sight of the needle sticking through before he's reaching into the bag and grabbing out one of the silver nipple bars and replacing the needle with it. He squeezes your tit as he lets out a low whistle.

"One down, one to go, Bonnie."

He does the same thing with your other nipple, doubling the pain. Tears run down your face. Johnny licks at your fresh new piercings and you screech, pushing him away, your nipples feeling like they're on fire. He lets you this time and cleans up the tools before putting everything back in the bag and in the desk drawer.

He leaves you there, suffering on the bed, as he unlocks the door and walks off into the lounge room. You cry yourself to sleep.

You wake up a few hours later, nipples aching, hearing Johnny and, a now returned, Simon talking in the other room.

"Got a little surprise for ya, L.T." You know Johnny's talking about you and you wish you could fall back asleep so you didn't have to be consciously present for this.

Johnny walks in first with Simon following behind. Johnny sits on the bed and yanks you up against his side, making your tits look like they're on proud display, and your cuffed hands drop into your lap. Your ripped shirt hangs off your shoulders.

"What d'ya think, Sir?" Johnny grins, squeezing one of your tits and making you grimace. Simon takes in the new modifications and his eyes glaze over, full of animalistic hunger.

"Good fuckin' boy, Mactavish," He addresses Johnny while his eyes stay glued on your nipples. "Baby, your tits were beautiful before but now..." He stalks toward you and cups your tits in his big hands and kneads the flesh. Leaning down, his tongue laps at your freshly pierced nipples a few times before he takes each one in his mouth to suck on, latching on to the metal bars to tug each nipple. You let out a bunch of pained noises as he does, your eyes watering. When he finishes, he looks up at you and grins something sinister, "Now they're fucking perfect."

"Aye, L.T," Johnny cups your clothed pussy with his free hand and chuckles, "Wonder what we should pierce next..."

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #dark!soap #ghost x reader #my writing

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m-jelly · 3 days ago

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Late night snack - Chapter 1

Vampire Levi x human reader

Levi helps Erwin run a very powerful gang that brings order to vampires in a massive city, but in his spare time, he watches you, a cute streamer who brings him comfort at night. You get very close to Levi online, then a chance meeting leads to the two of you becoming a very passionate couple. The two of you have to face a lot of troubles together. Some fans like you a bit too much and Levi's job is incredibly dangerous. You both stay close, passionate and deeply in love even in the darkest of times. Through everything you both stand strong.

Ao3

It’d been about two months since he discovered you, and he’d been entranced. However, most nights had gotten lonely since he managed to get total power with Erwin. Vampires were all over the city and working in harmony with humans, but there were some minor issues, there were vampire haters who spread hate speeches against it. Levi could understand because vampires were revealed to be living among humans, that there were purebloods who had some sort of power among other vampires.

After gaining a lot of power over the city through gangs and deals, the place became just a little safer for people. Levi was the muscle of the gang, he trained people up and punished anyone bad. He also helped run a lot of the bars and clubs, but he had to admit he was bored now everything was in order so he scrolled on his phone and found you.

Levi enjoyed video games, he would play them now and then but there was something about watching you play them, talk to your fans and be so relaxed with everyone. You didn’t dress up for the camera, just light makeup and sometimes nothing at all. You’d wear a mix of things from comfy to very pretty. You were incredibly honest with your fans, even when you had a sponsorship from a game or company.

At first, Levi watched and he watched some of your old uploaded streams. After that, he started donating and he was one of your biggest donors. A little online friendship bloomed because you were shocked at the amount and had to talk to him privately with your mods to make sure the amount was correct. Soon after that, he became a mod for you. He loved it when all the mods got together on a call because it meant he could talk to you.

Only recently had the two of you spoken on private calls and he looked forward to them. He had noticed that his voice did things to you like your breathing would change a bit and your heart would race. He liked the things he did to you because had a strong crush on you that controlled him. He knew he was a bit obsessed with you and he was going to work on that, but vampires tended to get a little obsessive with the people they had feelings for.

He'd even bought some of your merch, it made him happy to have a part of you with him. It also warmed his heart that a lot of your profits went to charities. He had a phone charm hanging off his phone of a little bunny with bat wings, it made him smile every time he saw it. Back at his home, he had a few more things.

“Leviathan! You’ve been quiet for a bit. You okay?”

Levi blinked a few times, his heart warmed at hearing you call him by his online name. He hummed and typed a reply in the chat. He was so wrapped up in thinking about you and gazing at you that he forgot to say anything. He sent a little message to let you know he was there. He blushed when you smiled brightly and talked right to him.

You leaned closer to the camera. “Leviathan, hey. I missed you. I hope you’re okay.” You read his reply and nibbled your lip. “Good, I’m glad. Did you get that issue sorted?” You leaned your cheek on your hand and smiled. “Wonderful. I did worry about you.” You pouted when your fans were flooding the feed with talks about shipping you and Levi as a couple. “Quiet you lot and no more shipping art. You lot are wild little beasts. I run a tight and well-behaved warren.” You burst out laughing at them. “You’re all cute little bunnies.” You blew them kisses. “Love you all. Now, let’s start our game.”

Levi watched you play a new horror game for a while before sitting and chatting with everyone. He groaned as he felt a hunger inside him. “Damn it.” He stormed over to his heater and grabbed a bottle of fake blood with all the things vampires needed. He downed some as he thought about you. “Mm.” He moved back to his phone and watched the last of your stream. “Tch, I want more.” He was about to message you asking for a private chat but you sent him a message asking to call. “Yes.”

You waved goodbye to your chat and ended the stream. As soon as you were done, you yanked on a hoodie of yours that was old merch. You tapped away on your computer and called Levi, he answered right away like he always did. “Hey, Leviathan.”

Levi sighed. “Hey Batbunny, you seemed a bit off today, is everything okay?”

You shivered at his tantalising deep voice. “I’m okay.”

“You can tell me anything.”

You sat in your chair and grabbed a can from your little fridge. “Ah…I dunno…it’s just this guy.”

Levi clenched his fist tightly. “What’s his name and how much can I hurt him?”

You giggled making Levi blush. “You don’t need to do a thing. I thought this guy was good, but he had a girlfriend. He just wanted to see if he could get with a big named streamer.”

He shot to his feet. “I need his name.”

“Leviathan.”

He whined a bit. “He hurt you though.”

You hugged your legs and smiled a little. “You’re…you’re so wonderful.” You hummed. “You’re like a dream.”

“I’m not a dream.”

You frowned. “Leviathan.”

He hummed. “I’m pretty sure I’m real and not a dream.”

You giggled. “You’re cute.”

“I’m…umm…” He shifted a little. “Th-thank you.”

You mumbled a little hoping Levi wouldn’t hear. “I wish I could meet you, my dream man.”

Levi heard you with his sensitive ears. “S-So, you know m-my online name?”

“Mm?”

He gulped hard. “It has my name in it. My name is Levi.”

Your heart raced. “Levi…Levi…I love it.” You gave your name as Levi felt like his heart could burst from his chest. “I’m glad you became a fan because I made a friend.”

“I’m glad I found you too.” He glanced at the time. “You should be having dinner, right?”

You gasped. “Oh! You’re right, I should cook something.” You nibbled your lip as you thought about what you were going to make. “Mm…I’m not sure what to make.”

Levi huffed when he saw Erwin was calling. He called your name. “I have to mute, I have a work call sorry. I’ll be right back.”

You smiled a little. “Sure!”

Levi muted himself and answered Erwin. “Yeah.”

Erwin sighed. “I need your help.”

“With what? Everything is in order.”

“We’ve got an issue with young blood. He’s trying to get powerful like a pureblood. Some humans have gone missing.” Erwin growled. “I think the fucker is using humans as blood bags. We know where he hangs out. I think it’ll be a quick job, but I know how much this means to you.”

Levi thought about his father. Levi’s dad was human and his mother turned him so they could have eternity together, but before he met Kuchel he had been used and abused by a female vampire. Levi wanted to protect his father, who was a soft and sweet man. He had muscles but he was romantic in the sweet classic way. So, anytime he heard of a human being used for their blood and not seen as a living thing, it enraged him.

Levi’s rage subsided when your keychain tapped against his wrist. He smiled softly as thoughts of you made him feel better. “I’ll come help. Be there soon.” He ended the call and paced around his penthouse and stopped by the large window that looked out on the city. He tapped for your call. “Hey, sorry about that.”

You squeaked in delight at hearing Levi. “Hello again. It’s okay, I started cooking finally.”

“What did you decide on? I bet it’s delicious.”

“I picked bolognese and garlic bread.”

Levi smiled a little. “Sounds perfect. I’m sorry to say this, but I have an emergency job to do. I have to go.”

You whined a bit. “That’s a shame, I’ll miss you. Please be safe.”

“I will. You keep safe too.” He hummed a bit. “And I’ll miss you as well. Bye.”

“Bye.” You ended the call and felt a bit sad. “Levi, huh…” You picked up your bunny plushie with bat wings and smiled as you hugged it. “I want to meet him.”

You’d been a streamer for a few years and you don’t know why, but you took off and people really liked you. You always streamed at night so humans and vampires didn’t feel alone. You were welcoming to all kinds of people. Your laid back fun vibes just seemed to pull people in. Plus, you welcomed all kinds of people and played all sorts of fun games. You did shove merch down people’s throats you didn’t often release stuff, you just didn’t want to bother your fans too much.

No matter how much you thought about it, you still couldn’t figure out why you became a popular streamer. You had fantastic fans, mods and now editors who helped you set up a page with playthroughs and edited streams. You would sometimes go to conventions to meet fans, sign things and take pictures. You enjoyed meeting your fans and forming bonds with a lot of them, but it was emotional sometimes knowing you couldn’t reach everyone.

Making connections and lasting relationships was a bit hard because a lot of people loved you for your fame, or they loved Batbunny and not you as a person. It could be very lonely at times so the people who you let in were very close to you. Levi was someone you were letting in, you liked him so much and you did know it was crazy you’d never met him and you had the biggest crush on him.

You smiled at the chat as you read a few things. You were currently on a break after playing a very intense chapter of a horror game, so you were winding down with your watches so you could play something fun. You had some banter going with a few of them but then you saw someone say something rather gross about you. You tried to ignore it, but then they got worse.

“Mm.” You glanced at the mod chat to see that they were trying. “It’s okay, mods. You’re doing amazing.” You smiled as Levi privately messaged you. “I’m okay, thank you. This is normal.”

Levi sent you a few messages saying he’d take care of it.

You smiled a bit. “Take care of it, huh? That’s so cute.” You glanced at the chat asking if you were talking to Leviathan. “Oh, shush you lot, but yes I am talking to Leviathan.”

Levi sent you more messages that everything was sorted and you could go back to having fun. What he didn’t tell you is he used his gang to find out who this man was harassing you, then he sent someone over to the man’s place and made him stop. Levi was going to protect you no matter what. He knew you’d probably be scared of him for being a pureblood vampire, as well as being rather protective of you to the point he’d hurt anyone who hurt you.

The smile he adored on you returned and you were back to being happy. He blushed when you sent him a sweet message to him and started playing a game he enjoyed. He knew you were doing it for him and it warmed his heart. Levi wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you. His heart and soul belonged to you. He wanted you with him so he could protect you better from the terrible people out there.

A dark feeling hit him. “Oh…oh shit…this is bad. I’m no better than…” He whined and knew he needed to sign off for a bit. “Damn it.” He messaged that he had work to do and he’d speak another time. “I need to get some air and work.”

The night air was cool to most, but Levi didn’t feel it. He knew going for a drive would clear his head, so he hopped onto his motorbike, strapped on his leather gloves and put his helmet on. He sped off and drove around the city and enjoyed how it felt, along with the flashing of neon lights. A big part of him wished you were sat behind him holding him, but he could only dream.

He came to a stop at a convenience store that was always open. He liked the store because it was in a nice part of the city and always had food and drink for vampires. He took his helmet off and put it on his bike before walking into the shop. He released a long sigh, grabbed a basket and began shopping. He moved around and tuned out the world around him, but then he heard a sweet voice that he recognised. He frowned a moment, turned his head and looked down to see you were right next to him.

Levi’s eyes widened as he took you in, you were incredibly beautiful in person and you smelt better than he imagined. “Ah.”

You looked up at him. “Sorry, am I in your way?”

He gulped hard. “Batbunny?”

You flinched a little because a man as stunningly handsome as the one before you couldn’t possibly be a fan. “Y-Yes.”

He placed his hand on his chest. “It’s me. Leviathan.”

Your eyes widened as fireworks went off inside you, this man truly was your dream man. He was a walking bad boy with tight black jeans, biker boots, leather jacket, leather gloves and that deeply dark look in his eyes that became ever so soft and loving as he gazed at you. “Levi.”

Levi blushed. “Ah, hearing you say my name in person is just…” He smiled softly. “It’s so nice.” He cleared his throat. “I can’t believe we bumped into each other. Oh! I hope you don’t think.”

You held your hands up. “No, no, I don’t think you’re a stalker. This really is a chance meeting. It’s cool, I love it.”

He grinned causing him to flash his fangs. “Really?” He covered his mouth with his hand. “A-Ah, sorry.”

You moved closer to him causing his body to tingle. “You’re a vampire?”

“Yes…does it bother you?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. They look lovely. You don’t need to hide from me.”

He lowered his hand. “Sorry, a lot of people are not comfortable with vampires still.”

“I’m comfortable.” You grinned at him making him blush. “Hey! Do you want to come over?”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Wh-what? Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Mm, I’m sure.”

“You trust me that much?”

You put some things in your basket. “I do.” You looked over at him. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t? I mean, we talk almost every day. I feel like I know you very well.”

He smiled softly. “It’s just…it makes me very happy. I’m not used to such kindness. I would love to come over.”

“Great!” You cleared your throat. “Sorry, that was very excitable of me.” You gulped. “I’m just gonna get my stuff…” You walked away from Levi but he heard you mumble to yourself. “Idiot. I’m an idiot. The perfect man is right there and you’re fucking it up.”

Levi smirked a bit and did his shopping before meeting you at the till. “Allow me.”

You gasped. “Oh, but you do plenty for me.”

He tapped his card against the reader. “I want to do more.”

You whined a bit as he packed everything. “You’re so nice.”

“Only to you.” He grabbed everything. “Come with me.” He held back a smile when you followed him like a cute little puppy. “I hope you don’t mind motorbikes.”

You stopped by his bike. “Wow!”

He took your bag with his and your things. “Let me get that.” He packed them away before picking his helmet up. “I only have the one. Do you like far?”

You shook your head and gave your address. “It’s rather close.”

He placed the helmet on your head. “I’ll get on first then you sit behind me. Make sure you are holding me tightly, okay?”

You nodded and gave him the thumbs up. You waited for him to sit before getting on behind him. You wrapped your arms around him and felt your heart racing at being so close to him. The muscles you could feel were incredible. You gripped him hard when he drove off, it was so fast it surprised you and the skill at how Levi moved around traffic was impressive. The ride was only short, but you looked forward to when you could do this again with him.

Levi pulled up into a parking spot that had your apartment number on. He waited for you to get off before he did. “You know, I was expecting a house.”

You pulled the helmet off. “I like apartments. I mean, it’s just me so it doesn’t make sense to have a big place. It’d be a waste of money and it’d cost me a lot.”

He grabbed the bags of food. “Makes sense to me. It’s a very secure building, very safe as well.”

You bumped yourself against him. “You worried about me?”

“Always.”

You hummed a laugh and walked into the building but Levi stayed outside. “Levi? Oh! Come on it.”

Levi smiled. “Thanks.” He walked inside and sighed. “Seems like a silly thing, but it’s a true thing about vampires.”

You walked into the lift with him. “How about the whole silver and sunlight thing?”

He leaned against the wall of the lift. “Silver hurts us. Sunlight is…well…if you are a weak vampire like you are turned by someone that had been turned by someone else, you don’t do okay in the sun and you will burn. However, if you’re a pureblood like me you’ll be fine but you’ll feel a bit weak. It’s best to just be active at night.” He walked out of the lift with you. “I’m glad I did that because I met you.”

You used your keys to unlock your door. “Me too.” You walked into your place. “Come on in, Levi.”

He slipped his shoes off in the little shoes area before moving to your very modern and perfect kitchen. “Mm, this is nice.”

“Thanks!”

He frowned a bit. “There are vamp things here.”

You looked at the devices to heat blood. “Oh, it came with the apartment. They asked if I wanted it removed but I wanted it to stay.” You started putting your things away. “Glad I did.”

Levi placed his blood things in the special heater. “You do this sort of thing with others?”

You shook your head. “Nope.” You smiled at him. “I have a stream later today.”

Levi’s blush faded. “Oh, I’ll head home then.”

Your head tilted like a curious rabbit. “Why?”

“Well, you don’t want me then.”

“I want you though.” You hurried off. “I want you to stay.” You grabbed a big bunny with bat wings and ran back. “I have a spare room. You could stay over.” You paused in front of a flustered Levi. “Sorry, I’m pressuring you. It’s just, I feel such a strong connection to you and I really like you.” You looked up at him. “I can imagine this is a lot for you and my scent is everywhere.”

Levi cupped your face. “I want to stay. You don’t make me feel uncomfortable. This place and you smell incredible.” He leaned closer. “I like you so much it’s slightly crazy.”

You hugged the toy. “Mm.” You shoved the bunny into his arms. “F-For you.”

Levi took the bunny and felt himself smiling. He enjoyed that he flustered you so much and that you had feelings for him. “Oh, hey this bunny?”

You pulled your jacket off and hung it up. “Oh, yeah there are only two in the world. I have both of them, well not anymore.” You pointed at the bunny. “You have the other one.”

He squeezed it. “I will treasure it.”

You giggled. “I’m glad.” You pointed at him. “Can I take your jacket?”

He placed the bunny down and peeled his jacket off. “Thanks.”

You stared at him in a tight black shirt with short sleeves. The shirt was pulled over his pecs and squeezed his waist. What shocked you the most were his arms. They were covered in tattoos and seemed to pop on his skin as if they were brand new. “Ah…”

“Oh, vampire tattoos have silver in them to get them to stay.” He noticed you were shaking a little, he thought it was due to fear because of his muscles, but then he sensed how your heart raced and the smell of your blood. He gulped hard because now he knew you were incredibly attracted to him. “Do you like them?”

You reached over and touched his arms a bit. “Yeah, they’re pretty.”

He shivered as you kept tracing them. “That feels nice.” He purred as he moved closer. “Don’t ever stop touching me.”

You looked up at him with the most adorable look. “Levi.”

He went bright red. “I’m so sorry, that just came out.”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m happy to keep touching you.” You moved closer to him. “In fact, it brings me comfort.” You reached up and caressed his cheek. “You’re so soft.”

He leaned into your touch. “Mm, thank you.” He closed his eyes and relaxed a bit. “I like how you feel.” He opened his eyes. “You’re so warm and squishy.”

“You want a hug to see how warm and squishy I am?”

He gasped in delight before wrapping his arms around you and hugged you. “Mm.” He squeezed you tightly. “Mmmm.”

You nuzzled your face against him and released a long sigh. “It’s so strange. We’ve only met in person today, but I feel like this is how we’re supposed to be.” You pulled back a bit and looked into Levi’s beautiful eyes. “Does that make sense?”

“It does.”

You pulled back and hummed. “So, uh…I have to stream. Are you okay with joining me?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, but is it okay if I hide my face? I can sit off-camera.”

You took his hand and pulled him along. “Of course.” You led him to your office. “Here is my office.”

He marvelled at the setup you had, the neon pink lights along with the nerdy collection of figures and posters. “This is perfect.”

You released his hand making him sad. You grabbed an old custom-made gaming chair of yours and placed it just off camera. “There, if you sit here they won’t see your face but they can see your chest, arms and thighs. This also allows you to see what I’m doing.”

He sat down and stared at your three monitors, cute desk, custom-made rabbit-themed tower that lit up so nicely and an adorable keyboard to match. “I like your setup.”

“Thanks.” You grabbed a hoodie and dragged it on. “I think I need to update it at some point.”

He watched you set everything up. “Would you change the colours?”

You nibbled your lip as you thought. “Maybe. I do like the custom ones. This team sets up the tower for me, then they transfer everything over for me. I know tech, but I don’t think I could fully build a PC.” You laughed. “Don’t trust myself.”

He smirked as he watched you. “You’re cute.”

You pouted a bit as your cheeks heated up. “Thanks.”

He reached over and caressed your cheek a few times. “You really are like a little bunny.”

You gazed at him as he smiled allowing you to see his fangs. “You remind me of a black kitty cat.” You reached over and pointed. “Cause of the adorable fangs.”

He nipped your finger making you squeak. He licked your finger and released you. “I guess I am like one.”

You hugged yourself with one arm. “You are…you…” You huffed.

He hummed a laugh and sat back as you started your stream. He adored being able to see you work. It flustered him when chat was screaming about him. “Ah, they like me?”

You giggled. “They like the mysterious man to the side of me. Chat, stop taking screenshots of him. I know his chest, arms, hands and thighs are lovely but behave yourself.”

Levi shifted and clenched his fists a little. “You think that?”

You looked over at him and whined a bit. “Y-Yes.” You looked back at the screen. “Who is it? It’s Leviathan. Yes, he’s incredibly handsome.” You gulped hard. “Are we dating?” You glanced at Levi as he tilted his head and smiled a little. “Ah, no we’re uh…we met by chance today. This is the first time we’ve met in person.”

Levi reached over and took your hand. “You’re even more beautiful in person. It’s hard to believe.” He lifted your hand and kissed it. “Pretty bunny.”

You pulled your hood down. “Jeez. Chat, tell him off. He’s been this sweet and smooth with me all damn day.”

Levi waved at the chat. “Hi all, you better be on your best behaviour. We have good little bunnies in this warren, right?”

You peeked at your chat and saw them freaking out at Levi saying that. “I think you have fans now.”

Levi waved at the camera. “Hello, little bunnies.” He reached over and squeezed your thigh. “Do you want something to drink?”

You hummed as your heart raced. “S-Sure.” You watched him leave your office and waited a bit before speaking to your chat. “He’s got such a lovely deep voice.” You stared at your chat. “He’s so handsome. I know you can’t see him cause he wants to hide his face, but he’s amazing. I have the biggest crush on him. We’ve been talking for so long privately and I just…I really wanna date him, but keep it hush-hush, okay?”

“You wanna date me?”

You turned and went pale as Levi stood there with a drink and a snack for you. “Um…well…”

He pointed to the screen. “Mind pausing?”

You hurriedly tapped away. “Sorry, everyone! Short break.” You paused the stream and turned to Levi. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just…well…I do. Speaking to you through messages and phone calls for a while, I just had these feelings build up for you and then meeting you in person…” You pulled your hood down on your hoodie with the rabbit ears on. “I’ve made this awkward. I mean, why would someone as handsome and cool as you want me? I’ve fucked this all up.”

Levi placed everything down before kneeling in front of you. He softly called your name and massaged the back of your legs. “Look at me.” He tapped his chin on your knee. “Please?”

You pulled your hood back a bit. “Mm.” You gazed at him. “Levi.”

He leaned up and kissed you before you could say anything else. He lightly nipped your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth and kissing you with all the love and passion in his heart. He pulled back a little and spoke against your lips. “Sweet little bunny.” He nuzzled his nose against yours. “I…I…”

“I knew-.”

He kissed you again. “I want to say how I feel, but I don’t want to scare you. Fuck, bunny I’m in love with you.” He lowered his head. “I’m the one who’s probably fucked this up and made things awkward.” He tapped his forehead against your knee. “I love you so much.”

You reached over and ran your fingers through Levi’s hair. “You mean it?”

He lifted his head. “I do.”

“Well…I…I um…” You covered your face with your hands. “I love you.”

Levi shuffled closer. “You do?” He took your hands and pulled them from your face. “You make me so happy.” He smiled at you causing his fangs to show. “I promise I’ll take care of you. I am sorry I will be a bit possessive of you, but I’ll try my best to be good.”

You smiled. “Vampire thing?”

He nodded. “Mm.”

You caressed his cheek before diving for him and knocking him back on the floor. Your lips were on his as the two of you kissed over and over. “I like that. I’ll try my best to be a good girl, and I’ll try not to be too possessive either.”

Levi massaged your hips. “I might like it, you being possessive that is.” He leaned up and kissed you. “You’re so delicious and pretty.” He rolled over onto you. “I just want to spoil you, dote on you, love and care for you.”

You giggled as he started kissing your face and neck all over. “Levi.”

He licked your neck then pulled back. “A-Ah! Your stream.”

You sat up on your thighs and pouted a bit. “But I want more kisses.” You crawled towards him as he backed up a bit. “I want you to bite me. Don’t vampire partners bite their lovers so they can make them theirs?”

Levi’s back bumped against the wall as you crawled closer. “Th-They do, but I uh…I don’t want to hurt you.”

You sat between his legs and peppered his face with kisses as you placed your hands on his plump pecs. “You’re so sweet.”

He took your hand and pressed loving kiss after loving kiss on you. “Mm.” He looked eyes with you as he playfully nipped the plump part of your thumb. He licked the skin before opening his mouth and sinking his teeth in. He purred as you flinched a bit at the pain, but then you began moaning so sweetly. He dragged his tongue over your hand over and over. “Your blood…” He sighed. “It’s so delicious. It’s like honey.”

You shivered. “Maybe I have too much sugar.”

He chucked as he dragged you against him. “That’s not it, my cute little bunny.” He held you a moment. “To vampires, it means that…well…your affection for me is strong, and…” he caressed your cheek as he smiled. “It means that we’re connected on a deep level.”

Your eyes sparkled at him. “Soulmates?”

He blushed a bit. “Yes.” He pricked his finger on his fang. “Here, drink.” He moaned and felt arousal go through him when you licked and sucked the blood. “A-ah.”

You hummed. “It tastes so good.”

“Fuck, I want to eat you.”

You gasped. “H-huh?”

He growled and attacked your neck making you squeal in delight. He nibbled and sucked your neck like a cute kitten needing to attack to show love. He held you tightly and nuzzled. “Mm.” He sighed as he held you. “My happy place.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi. “Mine too.”

He picked you up and walked over to your gaming chair. He sat down with you on his lap. “Mm, there. We can stay together and they can’t see my face.”

You shifted on his lap as he hugged you tightly and hid his face. “I-I’ll get back to work then.” You put the stream back on. “We’re back.” You felt your cheeks heat up as chat made comments. “Y-Yes, I have a cute little black kitty with me.” You chatted, giggled and played a few things until it was time to end the stream. You finished with lots of donations and subscriptions. “Bye everyone, be safe and snuggle up in your little warrens.”

Levi kissed the back of your neck. “Is it over?”

“Everything is turned off.” You slipped off his lap making him pout and whine. “Normally my routine is, I have some dinner and then relax before getting some sleep.” You turned to him and smiled. “Do you want to join me?”

Levi gripped the arms of your chair. “I wanna chase you, hold you, bite you, kiss you and just adore you.”

You backed up a bit. “Chase me, huh? Well, I supposed cats chase bunnies.” You nibbled your lip. “Chase me.”

Levi’s eyes widened when you turned and quickly sprinted away. He purred in delight before launching himself out of his chair and running after you. “Little bunny!”

You squeaked as Levi appeared right in front of you. “Levi!” You ran around your apartment with Levi right behind you. “Danger kitty!”

He grabbed you and lifted you. “Got you.”

You kicked your legs and gazed at him. “You’re fast.”

“Does that scare you?”

You shook your head. “No.”

He sat with you on his lap. “I’m glad.”

You cuddled up to Levi and nuzzled the crook of his neck. “You’re so comforting to me.” You closed your eyes a moment. “You just make me feel safe.” You relaxed against Levi. “No one has ever made me feel this way before.”

Levi held you close and knew that there was pain in your past and his presence was just fixing that for you. He kissed your forehead a few times. He blushed a little when he felt your heart slow a little, your breathing too, his presence had calmed you that much you’d drifted off to sleep in his arms.

He squeezed you a little. “I’ll protect you and love you, always.”

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