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Let's Make a Deal (Rafayel)

Rafayel x Reader/You

Words: 1.5k+

Tags: mutual masturbation, smut

Notes: Thick thighs, soft tummy, and all that are mentioned. No beta, no edit, we ball (please be kind lol) 😂

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“Let's make a deal, cutie.”

He casually mentions as the two of you sit naked on his massive bed facing each other.

His hand slowly trails along the inside of your soft thigh, sending small sparks of pleasure down your legs with each swipe.

Your hand grips at his knee when his fingers lightly brush against you.

“A deal?” You ask him as your own hand slid along his outer thigh, resting at his hip while you wait for him to respond.

“Whoever comes first…”

Rafayel looks up at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and a sly grin on his lips.

You gaze at him, curious as to where he's going with this proposal, when his hand suddenly cups your breast and your breath hitches.

He rolls your nipple gently between his fingers before giving it a light pinch, eliciting a surprised squeak from you before you playfully swatted his hand away.

“Get to it, little fishy. What are you up to?”

Raf spreads your legs a little more, giving the both of you a better view of each other as he scoots a little closer.

“...has to do what the winner says for an entire day.”

Your eyes narrowed at him as he continued his leisurely rub along your thigh. When he reaches you again, his finger runs up and down your slit, swiping a little bit of you each time. With each pass over your clit, your back arches you forward into his touch.

He moves his hand back to your thigh as he waits for your response.

Your mind finally comes back to his proposition and you ready yourself to take him on.

With your hand resting on his thigh, you tighten your grip and confidently proclaim, “Sunset to sunrise and you're on.”

Rafayel leans in, “Kiss on it?”

Your lips meet his in a passionate embrace. Nipping and sucking each other, your tongues wrestle for a few minutes before you pull back slightly breathless. He knows you love kissing him and he knows what it does to you. You fell for it but try to regain your composure and focus.

He grins at you before reaching back for the lube from his nightstand and tossing it between your legs.

You pop the top and dribble a little bit onto his swollen head as you grab hold of him. The lube runs down his length and over your waiting fingers as you slowly begin to pump your hand.

He whimpers under his breath as your tempo remains slow and steady, making sure you're both covered. Your fingers graze over his slick shiny head, swiping at the clear fluid beading at the tip.

You smile at the way he's responding to your touch. He throws his head back as your hand moves up and down his shaft at a steady pace. Squeezing just beneath his hand each time you reach the top, delighted when he leans forward into your hand and you hear him moan your name. You're confident that you just might win as he starts to pump his hips a little faster into your hand, until you remember that he hasn't begun to touch you yet.

When Rafayel finally takes a deep breath and remembers the two of you are competing, he focuses with an intensity you weren't ready for.

His fingers spread your juicy lips, exposing your already wet cunt to the cool ocean air that's drifting in through his open patio doors. The tip of his finger enters you, circling around, making you clench, desperate to feel more of him but he denies you. He keeps teasing you, switching back and forth between circling your entrance and rubbing your clit. You're so wet from just his teasing that you forget the mutual part of the deal.

“You look so beautiful coming undone for me,” he remarks as his other hand grazes over your nipple, “but you're going to lose if you keep this up, cutie,” he teases as you notice you've let go of him and are holding on to his shoulders with both hands.

“Damnit Raf,” you hiss between shallow breaths. You reach for him again, determined not to let him best you since you were already developing plans for his loss.

You had tricks of your own and knew his body as much as he knew yours. You drag your finger over his head and down the bottom of his shaft and take hold of his balls. His teasing stops for a moment as he waits to see what you do. For the moment, you have him right where you want him and give him a small tug before squeezing them in your palm. Rafayel gasps and leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath.

“Oh you're mean,” he whispers between gritted teeth, shifting slightly as your hand continues massaging him.

You gently nudge his nose, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

He huffs and kisses your nose as he slips his fingers between your folds again. A slender finger slides in, watching your expression as he curls his finger and grazes that spot that makes your toes curl. Your stomach flutters as he goes in and out, each pass sending small jolts of electricity from your core to your toes and back again. Rafayel leans back and you catch a quick glimpse of a grin before he grabs hold of your thick thigh and slides a second finger into you. His thumb finds its place against your clit but just before he can find his rhythm again, you close your thighs around his arm in a desperate bid to stop him.

He bites his lower lip before he mouths the word NOPE to you as he scoots closer between your legs, freeing himself from your grip and concentrating fully on you now. You try but fail to keep your thighs closed, your body parting for him like your pride wasn't on the line. You resign yourself to your fate, hoping he doesn't have too much on his mind for you, and throw your legs wide open. Rafayel hums low in agreement, his fingers working again, slipping in and out of you. Your belly jiggles with each moan and whimper as you lose yourself to the motions of his hand. His fingers curl and that damn bundle of nerves makes your body quiver and shake for him but damn if it didn't feel good. The pressure in your core builds as he adds his touch back to your neglected swollen clit.

“Look at you, cutie. A wonderful mess all over my hand. Let me see you in all your beauty.”

Rafayel's hand begins moving faster, your walls clench around his fingers as you feel yourself losing more and more control until it finally breaks.

“Raf……….” You throw your head back and moan his name into the air as you grab hold of his arm. He holds onto you as you buck against him and roll through your orgasm, his fingers still in place, feeling every clench and getting covered with every drop of you.

Little by little as you come down from your euphoric high, he eases his grip on your hip as he reluctantly slides out of you. He held you so tightly to keep you from getting away from him that he left indents in your supple flesh. As you lay back on his pillows, pouting about your loss, you watch Rafayel lick you off his fingers before lying down on his stomach between your legs. His head rests on your thigh, observing the utter mess he made of you. You shiver as he breathes softly against your glistening folds. His hands run up and down your leg, caressing your soft skin.

“I can't believe I lost.”

Rafayel chuckles softly before turning his head to kiss your inner thigh, “That's ok, princess. You'll have another chance some day.”

He nips at your skin and soothes the spot before continuing, “Besides you wouldn't have beaten me today anyway.”

You raise your head a little as you push at his head to get him to look up at you.

“Hey, what do you mean by that?”

He realizes he's said too much and tries to distract you with a kiss to your clit but you shift yourself away from him at the last second.

He huffs aloud before he spills the details, “Fine! I had a little help today that kept me afloat so to speak.”

You prop up on your elbows to look at him. He gives you sad puppy dog eyes but you won't let him off this time.

“So you cheated???”

His cheeks begin to flush as he sticks his bottom lip out and avoids your gaze.

“You little shit,” you exclaim as you ruffle his hair, demanding his attention.

Rafayel looks at you, still trying but failing miserably to deter you.

“I will have my payback, little fishy. You can bet on it.”

Rafayel grins as his eyes widen in surprise before soften under your touch as you massage his scalp.

“I look forward to it.” He nodded in agreement before sliding a little further up between your legs.

“Now, sunset will be here soon and I have some delightful plans for you, cutie.”

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[Content ID: a screenshot of two original characters from Baldur's Gate 3. A light-skinned black wood elf looks up at a brown high elf. The wood elf has her hair tied back in a long braid-like tuft style. Her brow is slightly bent, though she has a faint smile. She is wearing a lot cut sleeveless top beneath a corset. The high elf has their hair up in a half-bun. Their smile can just barely be seen at this angle. They are wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a red collar. The pair are preparing for an embrace, with their arms raised to each other's sides. They stand against the wooden walls, red curtains, and red and white bedding in the Elfsong Tavern. /End ID]

Some Remorse, No Regrets

Rating: M Relationships: Gan x Étoile, background established Gan x Astarion, implied background unestablished Étoile x Astarion Chapters: 1/1 (5,921 words) Summary: Étoile, a companion oc, returns injured and emotional to the Vampire Ascendant's mansion after killing a friend they knew before being taken by the nautiloid. Here Astarion and Gan: a Tav oc, help minimize the ripples of the situation and offer comfort in each their own way. Tags: Minor Character Death, Evil Tav (Baldur's Gate), Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Whump, Polyamory, Vampire Ascendant Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

A gift for @razrogue! Thank you for helping me edit and for trusting me with Gan! And for indulging something that is probably AU-ish for Gan's post-canon.

I wanted to write something for the prompt "Let me take care of this for you," and while there are some examples of a similar sentiment in this fic, ultimately that line got turned into, "I killed him for you."

I was going to post an excerpt below a cut but I'm going to reblog this post with the whole fic below a cut, I think.

[chocochipbiscuit]

WIP game: Danse/Hancock necro AU 👀

OKAY SO THE THING IS

I love The Locked Tomb! I love Fallout! I was frantically yelling with @deacons-wig and @quandary-peak about if there were ways of fusing the two, so if after the bombs fell then necromancy started becoming a thing! And what if I leaned into soulmate tropes as well, or at least the idea that a perfect cavalier/necromancer union was a relationship to strive for...but that relationships can take all kinds of forms, including platonic, friendly, romantic, and/or toxic.

Nutshell synopsis: Danse was Maxson's cavalier, and kicked out of the Brotherhood for being a synth. He meets Hancock, and both of them realize--to their horror-- that they're a perfect match for thanergic synergy. Danse is desperate to be used; Hancock's just desperate to protect Goodneighbor.

Things happen. :')

This one is also in messy first draft stage, and....while I don't *think* I have a lot of major revisions or additions to make, it's also 40k words that I want to tighten, edit, and refine. I want to lean more into the absolutely deranged use of language and imagery that I love about the Locked Tomb, and to whammy up all the emotional feels. So that's the main reason I'm sitting on it!

(Also, there's an adorable nonbinary necromancer named Jiangshi and their super mutant cavalier named Roach. They're extremely bit characters but I love them.)

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

WIP Whenever

I got tagged by @razrogue last week and I forgot to do it, so since I've been struggling with writing, here's an art WIP of Majexatli in their camp clothing :)

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wip (almost) wednesday

ty for the tag @lavampira 💗💗 and i'll forward that along to: @scionshtola @hythlodaes @galadae @lilas @razrogue @bee-a-ts @fourteenthz @greyyourwarden (no pressure but i'd love to see what you guys are working on for art/writing!!)

here's some heavensward roadtrip for a single word prompt i've been spinning around:

This far into the journey, there is no need to discuss the watch schedule.

Every night, Io takes first watch and promises to wake Ysayle just past the new day’s first bell. Every night, Io breaks this promise, letting her sleep instead. Estinien wakes in the hours of early morning and, in the dark and the quiet, they exchange responsibility for their party's safety with the stiff courtesy of pursed-lipped smiles. They talk a bit during the day, circling the edge of something like camaraderie.

They don't talk at night.

The moon drifts across the sky, little more than a muted glow, shapeless behind the dense, wind-whipped clouds. It is difficult to track its position and discern the time when the stars are hidden, but Io breathes a sigh of relief when Ysayle does not wake at her appointed hour.

It would be needless to bother Ysayle when the simple kindness of restful sleep is more than she experiences from those allied with Ishgard, and still less than she deserves. Even more unnecessary to disturb Alphinaud when he still sees fresh blood on his young hands. Why make a fuss at all, when she can push through for another few bells, and he doesn't seem to mind doing the same?

The beast calls again, a song scratching across the quiet night, high and rough and lonesome.

It is like no music Io has heard before, but some part of her feels she could join in. Hearts in perfect harmony, defeated and defiant. She understands why they’ve named the war for such a lament… A shiver runs down her spine.

Only the wind, she thinks for a moment as the grass rustles again.

Only the wind, until the sound loses its rhythm. There's a dull thud against the ground, then another. Io looks away from the fire, toward the source of the noise: Estinien is shaking in his bedroll.

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Steady Love

Wyll x Tav OC (Nemeia)

Summary: After returning from Avernus, Wyll and Nemeia throw a party in their new home. But Wyll wants to spend time with his wife while the party is still in full swing.

Tags: smut, fluff, teasing, voyeur kink (?), voice kink, dirty talk, PIV

Word count: 2410

A/N: I want to thank @razrogue for planting the seed to write this fic and @mooshywrites for setting the stage in a headcanon they made. As well as @foreverxdauntless for always being wonderful and beta reading my trash fics 😂🥰

MDNI

The party was in full swing and Wyll had just finished regaling Astarion and Minsc about his adventures in Avernus with Karlach. He was pretty proud of how they finally found the forge Zariel tried to hide away to keep Karlach from coming back to Faerûn. Though it had only been eight months since their last party after defeating the Netherbrain another was needed after he, Karlach and Nemeia came back from Avernus for good. Being with friends in his and Nemeia’s home just outside the Gate made this reunion even better. Everyone was happy to be with one another again and even Lae’zel, though still an Astral projection, couldn’t hide her happiness being amongst friends again.

Wyll may have also been a bit tipsy, telling the story which earned him a small shake of the head Nemeia gave as she walked away and left him and Karlach to it. Though she did still give a smile and a peck to his cheek which in turn caused him to flush a tad.

Wanting to find his love his eyes roved across their home and he finally spotted her. She was on the upstairs overlook smiling happily as she observed everyone and their merriment. Nemeia was wearing a simple dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The soft lighting inside emphasized on the contours of her face and the purple highlights of her hair, she looked devastatingly beautiful to Wyll. It made his heart clench in that good way that always happened when he was around her.

But there was an ache developing, just a bit south. He was glad there was no one around to see his want for his wife, because otherwise he’d have an embarrassing situation he would have to explain to his friends.

He walked upstairs and swaggered over to her and she turned, beaming at him. The way her smile lights up her whole face makes him weak in the knees and his heart race faster. This celebration was exactly what she needed after all the stresses of Avernus and the both of them helping the people of the Coast. And with his father calling on him to help with city affairs there hasn’t been an abundance time for them to spend with one another. Though to his father’s credit he doesn’t call on him often but makes sure to get him home at an appropriate time to see Nemeia.

“Hello, beloved,” she said. “You and Karlach having fun telling our stories in Avernus?”

“Of course.” He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned back against him with a happy sigh and her tail twisting around his thigh. “We three made a great team and accomplished much while there, it needed to be shared.”

“That’s good to hear, beloved. You’ll have to forgive my current state. From cooking dinner for us all and running to the baker for his tiny cakes I had to change into a simpler dress. I’m most likely going to have to bathe after everyone leaves for the night.”

“Mhm . . .” he hummed, and she shivered. Wyll knew how much she loved his voice when he was so close and especially during the throes of passion. He hummed again and nibbled her ear right after. Nemeia pressed herself back against him, pausing for a moment when she felt him harden in his trousers.

“What salacious thoughts are going through your head, beloved?”

“You, in the bath, bare and wet for me.” He spoke softly directly into the cup of her ear, and goosebumps broke out all over her body. Her nipples were just visible beneath her dress, and he ached to touch them and take them in his mouth as he’d done time and time before, however there were too many potential observers downstairs. But Wyll notices while they all may be drinking, they are oblivious to the way Nemeia was grinding herself against his hardened length and making him groan. He kept his lips next to her ear, and his breaths and groans traveled down her spine like a bolt of lightning and her knees nearly buckled.

Gods, how did he do that, she wondered. Nemeia was so aroused now just from his voice that she was ready to drag him into their bedroom and let him do whatever he wanted to her, but Wyll had other plans. He guided her hands to the railing and pinned them there. His body felt so warm and solid at her back.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, love?” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck. “You smell so sweet tonight.”

“I’m sure you’re just being kind, love.” she replied jokingly, but her voice was breathy with barely contained lust. He nipped at her throat and she let out an almost audible gasp.

“You’re so soft and warm and lovely. And you make the sweetest moans for me.” He strokes her arms, sliding up to her shoulders and back down to her wrists. He then licks a slow line up her neck and swirls his tongue around her ear. Nemeia closed her eyes and bit her lip reveling in the attention being heaped on her. Her skin felt feverish and she was trembling slightly, and Wyll wanted to see how far he could take this dance without rousing the suspicions any of their friends.

“Wyll, please, let’s go to our bedroom” she pleaded. His hands slide around her and he pushes his hips against her ass. He was fully erect now, and that thick hardness of his ridged length pressed against her and sent shivering waves of need everywhere he touched.

“Not quite yet, love. I want to try something that’s been on my mind for a while.” His fingertips trailed down her sides to her hips, and she had to muffle a moan. “Would you let me try it, love?

Nemeia nods her head in desperation.

“Thank you, love. Now say my name.”

“Wyll, please.”

“I love the way my name sounds on your lips. No one could ever say it like you do.” He slid his hand up her body, grazing slowly over her breast, making her gasp. He knew how much she had to be controlling her face so as not to give herself away and he almost feels bad for putting her through this with everyone downstairs celebrating. But he needed to see this through, he was so aroused seeing his wife trying to keep composure even though they both know she’s lost in pleasure. “What are you feeling, love? Are you getting wet for me?”

“Y-Yes.” She turns her face into his neck to conceal the soft moan that escapes her lips.

“Can you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes.”

He puts a hand over her stomach, feeling the ridges on her body and making his way farther down, placing his hand just below her navel; he could just barely feel the muscles there fluttering in anticipation. He knew how that felt when he was inside her, the way she’d squeeze him and hold him when he did something right.

“Turn around and put your arms around me. Mhm, just like that, love.” His hands wander up and down her back, stroking her hair and neck, caressing her arms, and she feels heat and electricity crackling along her skin making her feel alive. She rubs her cheek against his chest and pleads, “Please, keep talking.”

“Close your eyes and think back to this morning. Can you remember?” She nodded, and her arms tightened around his neck, her body also tightening in arousal. “I woke up before you and I couldn’t help but caress every single inch of you. You looked so sweet and innocent in your sleep. I kissed down your body and you woke up to me between your legs and with them over my shoulders.”

Nemeia takes in a shuddering breath and starts to kiss his neck, her hips tight against his length just beneath in trousers. “Yes, gods, keep going.”

“I love the sounds you make when I tease you, so I took my time, made you beg me to taste you. And I did, you sang so beautifully to me.” Wyll was almost painfully stiff under his trousers. He ached to be inside her, but he is too invested in this to stop now.

“You’re always so responsive and sensitive when you’re drunk on pleasure, and you wanted me so terribly. Gods, do you remember what you said? You had your hands on my horns and said you wanted me to fuck you with my tongue, such a naughty thing for my sweet wife to say. Fuck, you don’t know what that does to me.”

Wyll takes her hand and drags it down his body and on his desire, pushing her palm against him, and her knees almost give out. She’s thankful that she’d been leaning against the railing otherwise she would have collapsed. The way she was breathing, Wyll knew she was close to her peak. “Do you feel me, love? Just thinking about tasting the sweetness of you makes me so stiff, Nemeia.”

“Please, Wyll, please. I need you,” she moaned, bucking her hips to drive the point home. He gives a moan of his own in response.

“How attached are you to this dress, love?” She gives him a curious, then a bewildered look.

“Wait, right here?” She was a little worried, but her breath was shallow and she looked like she didn’t need much convincing from him.

“Yes, my love, right here. Hold very, very still for me.” He rips a small hole through the crotch of her dress with a letter opener that was thankfully on a table beside them.

Luckily they didn’t light many candles on the top floor so the balcony was dimmed in a bit of shadow. “Don’t tell me the thought doesn’t excite you, love. Now, spread your legs a bit wider for me, but not too much. We don’t want the others to notice.” Nemeia turned around to see if anyone was looking, but no one seemed to be paying any attention. “I’ll keep my eye on them, love, don’t worry.” He unlaced his trousers with one hand and, with one more glance below, took his throbbing and ridged length out and slid it between her thighs.

The friction of the dresses fabric gave way to warm, pliable flesh as Wyll pushed through the opening he’d made in her dress. He was delighted in knowing his sweet wife had forgone wearing underwear tonight. He leaned down to kiss her and when she allowed his tongue into her mouth, he entered her, bottoming out in one thrust. She let out a strangled moan and he cupped the back of her head, hand tangled in her locs. He fastens his mouth over hers to swallow the sounds of pleasure she was making. She felt so amazing, so tight, warm and ready for him, that he almost finished right then. He takes a few deep steadying breaths to control himself not wanting this to end too soon.

“Look there, love,” he whispered. “Look at our friends. They’re none the wiser about what we’re doing, how I’m so deep within you right now.” Nemeia gasps, and her breath fans across his face. Her warm channel flutters and clenches around him in need. “Mmm, dammit, squeeze me again. Mhm, just like that. You always feel so good, love. You were made just for me.” Heat coils up in his belly and it rolls throughout his body. He grips the railing and leaves bites and kisses to her neck to hide the look of unadulterated pleasure on his face. Being with each other this long Wyll secretly suspected Nemeia knew just how to bring him over the edge, how to use her body to make him addicted to her just as she is addicted to him.

Not being able to move was beginning to be torturous, the restraint needed too much, and he began to rock his hips as much as he dared. The slow and shallow thrusts were just what she needed, though. Nemeia was already extremely sensitive and swollen with desire, and every thrust and grind he made had him rubbing against her clit. She clenched around him every time he pulled out, as if she didn’t want him parted from her for even a second and was bringing him deeper into her. Giving her a long, languid kiss he buried his face in her shoulder again feeling he was close to the precipice. Nemeia could almost feel her friends down below and imagined all of their gazes on her. Witnessing her being used by her husband and that thought was enough to send her over the edge losing her rhythm undulating her hips as she came and clamped down on his member.

He felt her peak and she had to bite down on his shoulder to stifle the desperate whines and moans that wanted to spill from her lips. The overwhelming pleasure was too much for him as his head was filled with nothing but Nemeia and how her walls clamp and flutter around him as he gives a handful of rough and sloppy thrusts before flying over the edge and flooding her with his hot, sticky seed, gasping as he emptied into her.

After catching his breath Wyll pulls himself from her cum filled channel but still holds her as to not break the magic of their afterglow. After a few minutes they put themselves back together as well as they can and Nemeia wraps her arms around him and kisses him lazily. Wyll grazes his tongue onto the seam of her lips and explores her mouth when she opens up to him, gripping her back with both hands. They finally part and look at each other lovingly with small giggles passing between them at their antics.

“Go and get changed, love. We’ll mingle for a bit more but everyone is leaving within the hour. I’m not done with you yet tonight.” Nemeia nods her head and begins to walk away to their bedroom but not without a playful slap to her ass Wyll gives before she’s out of reach. Going back downstairs Wyll begins chatting with Gale about his students as no one suspects the intimate display that happened just above their heads.

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Title: Taste of Love (1738 words) Pairing: the dark urge/gortash/tav Warnings: somnophilia, breeding, threesomes (mmf), anal A/N: every time im like i'll work on requests and stuff, my hand slips and i write more durgelopetash (dark urge/penelope/gortash) fhsdkafhjksa; takes place pre-bg3 Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7 @volotramp (if you saw a tag before... no you didn't~ ahfjdjhksfa)

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Penelope feels Gortash pull her closer as they sleep. She murmurs to herself, covering her face as she feels his cock hot and hard at her entrance. Even though her body is exhausted, she is wet with sleepy anticipation. He slowly thrusts inside, a deep groan in her ear as he picks up his pace, rocking his hips. She bites her lip, her mind hazy as she realizes what he's doing. His hand lifts her leg as the other slips between her thighs, finding her swollen clit. Her eyes jolt open as she pants, holding on to the covers and Kaine's shirt.

Gortash shushes her as he continues to pound her sweet hole. "Do not wake him, my love," He whispers gruffly in her ear as he slows his thrusts, making sure she feels every inch of his solid cock. She leans back into him as his fingers dig into her thigh. She looks over at Kaine as her brows furrow together, her mouth suddenly dry. Would he be angry that Gortash chose to fuck her while he slept?

She bites her lip as Gortash presses his lips against her neck, before sinking his teeth into her soft skin. "You taste so delicious," Gortash whispers as his hips grind into her, his pace quickening. Penelope holds the covers tight, keeping her eyes on Kaine's face. He wouldn't possibly care, right? She's doing her job. Gortash pulls out, rolling her to her back as he gets on top, kissing her hard. She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he thrusts back in, the movement shoving Kaine. She buries her face in his shoulder, keeping her moans to a minimum as he groans.

"Ah, sorry love. Didn't mean to wake you." Gortash says with a breathless laugh, pounding her into the bed. Kaine sits up, rubbing his eyes.

"Am I interrupting?" He asks, his sleepy voice deeper than usual. Penelope's heart skips beats as she listens, looking up at Gortash who focuses on Kaine.

"Never, my sweet. You are welcome to join. I had a late-night urge to breed my sweet girl." Penelope's nostrils flare as he glances back down at her, holding her cheeks in between his fingers. "Her cunt is begging to drain my cock, even when she slept." Penelope whimpers as Gortash boasts, fucking her harder. She can feel Kaine's presence in her mind, checking on her as Gortash leans down, kissing her.

"Does she now?" Kaine asks, rolling to his side to watch. Penelope shuts him out before he can say a word, pushing her hips against the counselor. He grunts as he pulls away, his teeth dragging along her bottom lip.

"Of course she does. Her body is begging for her next fill." Gortash growls, his dark eyes meeting Kaine's. A hint of worry is in Kaine's expression before Gortash leans over kissing him next. "Fuck me while I fuck her?" He asks, almost begging.

Kaine laughs, gripping Gortash's hair as he slows down. "If you say please." She swallows hard as Gortash smirks, his hand wrapping around her neck. "Please, my lord."

Kaine gets up, chuckling. "As you wish."

Penelope tastes blood on her lips as she bites down on her bottom lip, pressure building in her head as Gortash squeezes her neck before he softens his grip. He's too busy with Kaine, the men kissing passionately. Gortash's hand slides down her chest, pinching her nipples as Kaine's hands rest on his hips.

Kaine's eyes meet with hers, her confession not even hours away it seems. She glances away quickly as Kaine kisses Gortash's shoulder, helping with the rocking of his hips as he fucks Penelope without care. She can feel her orgasm building. She rests her hands on Gortash's stomach, trying to slow him down.

"Aww, look at her trying to control us." Gortash purrs as he leans down, sucking on her neck. Kaine takes advantage of this new position, spreading Gortash's ass. She hears him whisper a modified grease spell as his hand rubs along his length. Gortash removes his mouth, whimpering as Kaine thrusts inside.

"Be a good boy and fuck your whore." Kaine growls as Gortash holds Penelope's wrists, his dark brows furrowing. His cock twitches inside as he groans, attempting to thrust again, his hips pushing against Kaine. Penelope moans as Gortash obeys Kaine's orders, his cock feeling so engorged with each pump. She holds her breath as she feels herself getting so much closer, unable to move since he's pinned her. He takes in a sharp breath as his legs curl up against her thighs, allowing Kaine more room as his thrusts are harder into Gortash.

Penelope closes her legs, crying out as her nails dig into her palms. She should hold herself back, but he just feels so… Her mind drifts off as Kaine pushes against Gortash, forcing him down, and her legs part. Gortash kisses her sloppily as he lets go of her wrists, gripping the sheets as he writhes, letting Kaine set his pace as he's relentless with his strokes. Penelope wraps her arms around Gortash's head as he moans against her breasts. She can feel him try to push his hips back, but Kaine is more powerful, the sound of his skin against Gortash's filling the room.

"Fill me, please. I want it." Penelope whimpers as Gortash's dazed eyes glance up against hers.

"Ah, I love it when you beg for me," Gortash replies, another attempt at keeping up his pace futile by Kaine.

Penelope drags her nails across his scalp, eliciting a moan from Gortash as he leans forward, kissing her hard. His body feels so warm and hard on hers before he rests his forehead against hers.

"Tell me how it feels," She whispers, as Gortash chuckles. "To have you wrapped around my cock, and Kaine inside of me… Addicting, my love." He whispers back, kissing her again, slamming his hips against hers.

She pulls away, her orgasm on the horizon. "Harder, please." She whines as she looks up at Kaine who licks his lips, obliging. Both of them moan as she wraps her legs around Gortash, closing her eyes tight as both men grunt and groan.

"Come with me, my darling. I want to feel it," Gortash whispers, forcing her to look at him. She nods as yeses fall from her mouth, his tip starting to spasm with each thrust. "Fuck my ass, Kaine. Gods, yes please." He curses, as he sits up, pinning Penelope down again.

Penelope struggles, her breasts bouncing with their erratic rhythm as she holds her hips down, letting Gortash fuck her harder. She sobs as goosebumps travel down her skin, gushing around his thick cock. He joins her in orgasm as he erupts, filling her with his warm sticky cum.

She pants as Kaine continues to fuck Gortash, his moans delicious. Gortash holds his hips firm against Penelope as he kisses her, letting his leaky cock spill inside of her. "Every drop for my little rabbit," Gortash whispers, as he wraps his arms around her back. She mewls as he presses hot kisses down her jaw and neck.

Kaine's thrusts intensify and she feels Gortash's tip spasm more though he does not move. Gortash's cries are more breathless as he lets Kaine use his hole, his fingers digging into Penelope's sides. "Please come on Penelope. I wanna clean it up." Gortash cries as he glances back at Kaine.

The Tieflings' eyes meet and a new blush creeps along Penelope's already pink skin as Kaine nods. "As you wish, my love." She swears she hears him say loves as he pulls out. Gortash lets out a soft moan, before pulling out himself of Penelope. She gasps as Kaine rubs his cock as he assumes the position, aiming for her chest.

She tries to push her thoughts into Kaine's mind, "I wish you could fuck me again, make me cum again." Kaine growls in response, his other hand reaching down for her horn as he holds her still.

Gortash chuckles as his hands massage her breasts. "Isn't our whore so pretty when she's thoroughly fucked?" Gortash asks, sucking on her nipple. She cries out as his tongue flicks on the nub before suckling her breast.

"She sounds so pretty too when you make her sing, my love," Kaine says, as his cock inching closer to her mouth. Gortash chuckles as he continues to play with her ample chest. Kaine tosses his head back as he grunts, his cock spilling out onto her face and neck. He tries to aim for her breasts still, but it gets more on his fingers instead. Probably her fault for teasing him.

Gortash's tongue is quick as he licks her face and neck, moaning at Kaine's taste. Kaine presses his soft cock against her mouth, waiting for her to clean him. She obliges, moaning at the taste of Gortash on his tip. Gortash tuts before joining in, Kaine's cock in between their mouths. She closes her eyes as he gently rubs her horn, setting his pace as he lets them clean him up.

Gortash sighs once Kaine rests back, laughing to himself. She's glad he's kept quiet about their time before bed as she rests on Gortash's hairy chest. "I'm so glad I got to share my jewel with you, Kaine," Gortash says as he looks up at the man.

Kaine chuckles as he slips off the bed. "The most valuable jewel within the city." He says softly as Gortash rests back on the pillows, holding Penelope tighter.

"Will you join us for a cuddle?" Gortash asks, surprisingly sweet.

Kaine shakes his head, "No. Not yet at least. I must check in with… family first."

Penelope's eyes narrow while Gortash nods, "Ah, how could I forget? Take all the time you need, Kaine." Penelope can't hide her suspicion as he pulls on his pants, quickly disappearing out of the room. What could his family want so early in the morning?

Gortash tilts her head towards him as he smiles. "We shall leave come daybreak. This place is not befitting for a lady." He says as he rubs her chin with his thumb. He kisses her softly, before closing his eyes. Penelope watches him for a moment before shifting her focus back to the door. Something must be up. She thinks as her eyes heavy, sleep finally coaxing her back.

[we-staybhaalin]

Five Character Associations - Niralei Ericia

Tagged by @razrogue (thank you!!! ^^)

Emotions

Cautious

Passionate

Confident

Ambitious

Enigmatic

Colors

malachite green

lush crimson

cream white

warm gold

sable black

Scents

Warm and inviting cinnamon

Fresh cut flowers

An elegant perfume, heady and spicy

Oil, rich and woodsy, clinging to the fingertips

A fragrant and rich wine

Objects

A lute with a series of beautiful, shimmering flowers etched into the face

A sack of gold coin very much not in sight but still jingling with every bold step forward

A book stained with ink on the very edge of pages and on the inside, a litany of writing that seems formulaic and written and rewritten over a number of times

Ribbons in a number of different colors, all cut from cloth of different quality

A tiny pot with an impossible red, metallic looking paint in it that matches the shade on pursed lips currently whistling a random tune

Body Language

Tilt of the head, eyes focused on the face, and a lopsided smile stretched across the face

Arms raised high in the air, legs bent at an angle, and head tilted back with eyes closed in bliss

Leaning on one hand with a foot propped up on the surface she is sitting on

Arms crossed, hip cocked, head straight, and shoulders squared

Hand on her chest, voice trembling from the power within, eyes drifting close, but then snapping open as her arms spread wide and her voice carries higher and higher

Aesthetics

A kit of daggers with elaborate hilts carefully laid out across a modest and well loved dresser, each of varying size and utility

Fine gold jewelry, soft and well worn, with a few ornate gems set within the frame but nothing too gaudy

Deepest crimson, rich greens, and white but only when it is paired with an elegant Baroque-like design

The delicate plucking of a lone string instrument mixed with the vibrant buzz of pleasant chatter in a room full of people

The hum of a voice in the distance, lyrics rising over the still night and echoing through the empty streets of a sleeping city

No obligation: if you see this, do it!!!! Tag me!

[bharv]

Best Of

I got tagged by the wonderful @rowanisawriter to do this and immediately got very intimidated by the premise! It's lovely though, and thank you for tagging me.

The game is to link a few recent pieces of writing that i think best define me/my aesthetic/my personality.

I'm going to tag @popiellart @todderwodders @smoreofbabylon @razrogue to play :)

I'm going to do it by listing three that I think are very different to each other, and show off slightly different ways of writing and subjects.

Even if Love (M, various characters, heed the tags)

A series of character-driven pieces about some of the evil-aligned NPCs in BG3, this delves around a selection of people who are tied in some way to Manva, The Dark Urge, and her paramour Enver Gortash.

Saturday Night into Sunday Morning (E, Durgetash)

A modern AU, which is not really something I do often, about the aforementioned Manva and Enver. The response to this has just been wonderful.

The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter (M, Jaheira/Halsin)

My most unabashedly romantic work. Jaheira and Halsin are falling in love, but there are emotions to deal with before she can truly let herself be free. Not super recent, but still the one I think I love most.

[thetavolution]

five character associations — Ingrid, Bex, and Tessa

Tagged by @razrogue (thank you!)

INGRID

emotions

anxiety

patience

determined

motivated

self-conscious

colors

dark blue

burnt orange

eggplant

sapphire

orchid purple

scents

lavender

sage

strawberries

freshly baked honey cake

chai spices

objects

her tattooing kit

herbs, like sage and lavender

a carving of a spider given as a gift from a loved one

carefully and respectfully collected bones

her quarterstaff

body language

a shy yet kind smile

keeping her eyes averted, nervously

getting lost in a big hug

a squeeze of a hand

staying by someone's side to comfort them

aesthetics

a spider in its web

tattoos delicately drawn on flesh

bones and decaying corpses

a breezy autumn day

curled up with an animal or two, like a cat or an owlbear

BEX

emotions

irreverent

empathy

affectionate

ennui

shame

colors

pink

ruby red

lilac

rosewood

mint green

scents

homemade bread

freshly brewed coffee

blood oranges

poppies

a cozy bonfire

objects

her antique violin

an old worn recipe book

a well-loved wooden spoon for cooking

her Knife of the Undermountain King

a lovingly baked macaron

body language

discreetly reaching out to link pinkies together

a look of complete detachment, in the throes of dissociating

a gentle squeeze of the arm for support

sitting in a special someone's lap with her arms around them

a genuine smile seeping through her smirk

aesthetics

a warm kitchen filled with fresh baked goods

a violin perched on a shoulder

piles of books, including recipe books

an endless field of poppies

coffee brewing over an open fire

TESSA

emotions

affectionate

impatient

capable

invigorated

lonely

colors

green

blue-green

snow white

aquamarine

dark brown

scents

pine forest

a warm cup of black tea

cranberry cake

crisp, clean snow

the smell of a rainy morning

objects

a pressed rose given to her by her mother

a deck of cards (possibly tampered with)

a notebook to write stories of her own

the shadow of Menzoberranzan to obscure her face

her sword of screams

body language

standing with her arms over her chest, cautious but standoffish

a quick and playful peck on the cheek

hiding in the shadows to disappear from sight

playing with a dagger with one hand

a quick and silent nod of acknowledgement

aesthetics

a cold, snowy day

roses and rose tattoos

a gambling table

an imposing yet loving winter wolf

sitting in front of the fireplace with a book

No obligation tagging: @tavsboots @himbo-hunter-hadrian @whenwindwhispers and anyone else who wants to do it!

[razrogue]

Just the Two of Us (Sylus)

Sylus x MC

Tags: Named MC, First Date, Developing Relationship, Fluff, [Very] Mild Smut

Words: 2.4k+

Notes: Lots of thoughts about these two lately and I needed to write about their first "actual" date. There might be some errors but please be kind 🥺

Read on AO3

It was 6:00PM exactly when the doorbell rang. She opened the front door and there his towering presence stood, leaning against the door jamb. His crimson eyes were covered by shades, accompanying that signature grin on his face. The two undone top buttons of his fitted gray shirt left a small peek at his muscled chest. So enraptured by the sight of him, Daz hadn't realized she'd been staring until Sylus clearing his throat shook her from her daydream.

"Like what you see, sweetie? Take your time and enjoy the view."

She narrowed her eyes and shushed him with an annoyed sound as she stepped aside so he could enter.

Chuckling low and deep, he walked past into her place finally. The scent of his cologne, a little musky and a little woody, made her heart flutter a little as she watched him come to a stop in front of the couch. Although Mephisto had been to her place plenty of times before in his stead, it was his first time seeing it with his own eyes. His dark shades clinked against the white marble coffee table as he sat them down. He stood there in the middle of her living room, hands in his pockets, and took a quick scan of everything he could lay eyes on around her apartment. He noted the ambiance she was trying to set - the soft R&B music playing, the lit candles in strategic places to no doubt leave the place washed in a romantic glow once the sun had fully set, and the fresh flowers in a vase sat out on the table. A large glass door surrounded by gray sheers looking out over a peaceful looking balcony covered in fairy lights and plants seemed like the perfect little nook for an evening in. It was practically ethereal just like her. He turned to look at her finally, a somewhat approving smile on his face.

"A bit too bright for my tastes," he remarked in his final assessment of the overwhelmingly light pastel decor, "but it suits you."

Daz playfully rolled her eyes as she approached him.

"I'm so glad to have met your exacting standards. Now sit, food's almost done." She patted his arm as she started to pass but before she could get out of his reach, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him. The sudden change in momentum caused her to collide with him and bounce a little off his broad torso. He kept a firm grip on her wrist as she steadied herself before hooking one finger beneath her chin and tilting her face upwards. The corners of his deep ruby eyes softened with his smile as he leaned down and softly kissed her plush lips. Wrapping her arms around his waist, they both leaned further into the kiss. Just as he slid his hand beneath the light brown curls resting on her shoulders and grasped the nape of her neck, Daz pressed her hands against his chest to break their kiss.

"Aht aht aht! You better watch it now…"

As he released her, she wiggled her finger at him and giggled before making her way back to the kitchen.

Sylus trailed behind, smirking as he watched her hurry around. Almost every counter had a waiting dish or pan filled with food.

"So a date night, all for me? To what do I owe the pleasure this evening?"

Daz sat the pan she was pulling out of the oven onto the stovetop and quickly turned around.

"This is not a date. This is just…" She tapped her long gray painted nail against her chin as she racked her brain for a way to finish her statement.

"A nice meal with a friend."

Sylus' brow raised in amusement as he stood at the kitchen's entrance with his arms crossed.

"Oh, is that so? Do you regularly make it a habit to kiss your friends, Miss Hunter? An awfully familiar way to greet a friend…as you called it."

She returned to her task, scooping roasted vegetables between two large plates.

Without turning around to acknowledge his likely smug expression, "wouldn't you like to know…"

He huffed and laughed, finally walking into the kitchen and grabbing the bottle of syrah and glasses from the counter in an effort to be helpful. She'd been spending some time at his place the past few weeks. Special missions in the N109 zone Daz would say each time she reached out to ask if she could crash at his place for a few hours. Many of those nights a few hours turned into the next day, without her having left to participate in any mission type activities. He didn't say anything, continuing to mind his business and take care of what he needed to do. Then almost two weeks ago to the day, as the two of them were finishing breakfast together, Daz grabbed her white travel mug and approached him, grinning from ear to ear.

"So I was thinking," she mused aloud, settling her hand on his shoulder as she stood behind him, "how about we have dinner together?" Sylus grabbed his phone, ready to message his chefs, "what are you in the mood for, kitten?"

Daz swiftly grabbed the phone and laid it on the table.

"Sy..." She sighed in mock exasperation and ruffled his hair. "Dinner as in I cook for us," she said definitively as her free hand slid down his shoulder.

As he tried to lean his head back to look at her, she gently nudged it back forward. "Don't answer right now, think about it." With a quick peck to the top of his head, she made her exit, leaving a smirking Sylus in her wake. The twins opened the dining room door, just barely avoiding slamming into her.

"Whoa!" Kieran exclaimed as she ran past them.

"What's up with her, boss?"

Sylus ignored their questions as he whistled for Mephisto. The crow flew in diligently, landing on the table before his master. With a few hushed words between them, the bird fluttered its wings a few times and after a loud squawk in understanding flew off through the open doorway the twins still stood in.

Mephisto kept a watchful eye, knowing to relay back if there was trouble, but Sylus chose not to check in on the bird's vision when it was with her. There was a small part of him that was secretly excited to see what she was planning for the two of them. Sylus couldn't think of anything that really surprised him anymore but sometimes Daz could give him reason to pause.

So when her official invite to dinner in Linkon City was received a week later, he grinned as the thought of getting to see her in her environment pleased him greatly.

He turned to ask about a corkscrew and as if she already knew, she pointed to the right drawer as she maneuvered around his tall frame grabbing at the final things that needed to be plated.

Full wine glasses, plates overflowing with food, and everything was ready for the two of them to enjoy. The two of them chatted and flirted as they enjoyed each other’s company against the backdrop of the impending sunset. One hearty steak dinner and some dessert were just the start of their evening.

They finally settled on her large sage green sofa, making room for themselves amongst the blush pink and soft gray throw pillows situated along the couch’s back and chaise. Another bottle of wine and a lot of conversation later, Sylus found himself gazing at her. The sun had set and just as he expected, the living room was now awash in a soft romantic glow. The both of them were feeling the effects of the red wine as they sat there on the couch conversating. Knit blanket over her shoulders, pedicured feet in his lap, she sipped and talked away while he took the sight of her in. She was beautiful. From her deep brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled at him to her chubby stomach that jiggled when she laughed at a cute animal video and soft thighs that easily tested the strength of the inseams of her denim pants to her light pink toes, he was in awe and wanted to drink her up. He continued listening to her as she talked about her dreams and her desires, how much she wanted to travel, and how she hopes she's doing enough to help. Sylus took one of her feet into his hands and began to massage it. She leaned back with her eyes closed, a soft moan under her breath and unable to continue talking as his hands rubbed and kneaded every stress from the day out of her. He ran his calloused thumb along the arch of her foot with a pressure that made her arch her back and moan loudly this time. Sylus chuckled at how she melted into the couch when he pressed that spot again. Daz finally opened her eyes when he stopped focusing on that spot.

“Sy, you know what that does to me…” Sylus fiddled with the star charms on her anklet, “Hmmm I can't recall, why don't you refresh my memory?” She moved her feet out of his lap, shrugging the blanket off her shoulders, as she fully sat up and looked at him. His smugness was on full display as he leaned back and waited for her response.

Daz pulled her skirt up and situated herself across his lap. His hands slid slowly up and down her thighs as they looked at each other. Both of their eyes were clouded with lust, amplified by the wine they'd freely indulged in all evening.

“Well, you've got my attention…,” Sylus' voice lowered as he slid his hands underneath her shirt and slowly traced tiny circles along her lower back. A low moan rumbled in her throat as she arched forward from his touch, her skin tingling everywhere his fingertips grazed her.

“Sy…” His name was a low sweet melody coming from her lips.

Sylus pulled her closer, her body almost flush with his, “now tell me what can I do for you, kitten?”

Daz cradled his face and looked into his eyes, lustfully gazing back at her, awaiting her answer. She rolled her hips against the bulge in his pants and began slowly grinding against him, her willpower quickly crumbling. Sylus grinned and dug his fingers into her supple hips to control her tempo as she grinded against him. With every pass, she grew wetter and her clit throbbed for more direct attention.

“Answer me,” he demanded with a quick smack to her ass before he started planting small kisses along her collarbone. She bit her lower lip and whimpered as her head leaned back, giving him more access and more places to nip and suck. They had been intimate with each other in a few ways but they had yet to cross the line into sex. He had told her that it was her call and they'd only go as far as she permitted.

And each time, she'd put a stop to what they were doing. Over the past few months, each time they found themselves in an intimate situation, he always left just how much or how little they did as her choice. Her mind and heart were still unsure, no matter how much her body was willing. Sylus always noted just how much turmoil she was in, he was too but he would not cross that line if she did not want it. No matter how tortuous it was watching her pull away each time, leaving him straining in his pants and her own body aching for him, it was her call and hers alone.

Tonight though? Tonight might be different. She hadn't suggested that they get together for a special meal before. She hadn't spent the better part of two weeks planning and prepping a large meal for the two of them to enjoy before. She hadn't extended him an invitation and granted him access into her inner sanctuary before. No, tonight and all that transpired shortly before it was all different.

As her fingers grabbed and tugged at his hair, stiletto nails poking his scalp as she grinded a little harder in his lap, the feeling of the lace panties she wore almost too much, he nipped the soft skin in the crook of her neck a little harder demanding her attention.

“Sweetheart, are you sure about this?”

Sylus rested his chin on her shoulder, his lips lightly grazing against her ear. “If we cross this line tonight, I'm not letting you go, kitten. So you should think long and hard. Be sure you're ready. Sure that you want this.” He flicked his tongue against her lobe and Daz tightened her grip on his hair and pulled his head back to look him in the eyes.

Was she ready? Was she ready to entangle herself with him even more than she had? He was the leader of Onychinus for fuck’s sake and a wanted man with a background so mysterious he was basically a legend around the hunters association now. Even with their unfortunate first encounter and subsequent interactions unfolding how they did, over many months she softened a little and became more and more open to his affection and attention. And goddess was he attentive, if not obsessive. He never hid who he was and what he did from her, even knowing one call would be all it took to upend his life and existence. And now here she was, straddling him in her living room, deciding if she wanted to go further than she ever had with him.

Daz nuzzled his nose before gently kissing his lips. As she sat there cradling his face, she couldn't help but look at him with some adoration. Sylus was never shy about his intentions nor his feelings. She knew there was still the goal of resonance and whatever that would mean for them and their evols and possible future together. If there was even a future to be had, she didn't know. Use me, he'd told her. And she had. Just as they both did each other.

Whether they were destined or damned, she didn't know but tonight she decided she would be clear as well.

[omgkalyppso]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @ghostwise, thank you! It's after midnight in my timezone, but we can pretend.

I have been working on a gift of smut of my oc Étoile and @razrogue's oc Gan. It's 1,577 words so far! Nowhere near done. Here's 900 words of it.

I'll tag @bladesandstars, @bhaalbaaby, @dustdeepsea, @littleplasticrat, @recurringwriter,

@umbralstars and YOU.

Gan followed suit, her fingers grasping at the material of Étoile’s blue shirt as they ran their teeth down her neck and sucked. Étoile followed Gan’s motion in this too as they leaned back enough to admire her, their hands leaving her long enough to pull this shirt of theirs overhead, though they yet wore two tighter layers. “Étoile,” Gan groaned in a flash of brief and half-sincere annoyance. “And these?” she prompted, coy. Her fingers reached out to pull the fabric on their stomach up out of their pants. Étoile’s hands found Gan’s for a moment, reflexive in their insecurities, those these had already crumbled bodily under the weight of Gan’s continued and immensely evident interest. They released her fingers only to grab the hem of their upper layers with a nod. “As much as you desire,” they agreed, warm and fond, before pulling the offending garments overhead.

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Gan’s face lit in a smile, though Étoile could tell instantly from how that motion had felt that it was because of whatever that friction had done to their hair. She laughed as they pulled the binding free next, extending a hand out to their chest as she sat up while they leaned to place the ribbon on the edge of her bedside table. With a playfully judgmental tilt to her head, Gan stretched out to retrieve her forgotten goblet of wine. She felt the shift of their breathing, the jolt in their skin and let her eyes drift closed as she drank, closing her hand as Étoile distanced themself as they sat back on their heels. Their left hand rested on her thigh, and their right drifted down over the jut of her ribs and the side of her waist, so that when Gan left her goblet on the table, both of their hands caressed, up and down, to feel their way under her shirt. Their fingertips smoothed over the pliant muscle of Gan’s belly, shuddering with a sigh, while their thumbs slipped down into the crook of her pelvis. Gan’s brown eyes narrowed in focus, and Étoile hunched forward on an amorous exhale as they massaged their thumbs in two firm circles through the soft scrape of Gan’s pubic hair. With a tempting, close-lipped noise of approval, Gan let her head fall back, and Étoile shifted their right hand to rub a thumb back and forth at the top of the hood of her sex. “Beautiful as the waxing moon on a still lake,” Étoile professed in elvish, and Gan looked to them for connection, as a sort of reply and acknowledgement. Instead, she saw the moment Étoile pulled their hand away to lick the side of their thumb, embarrassing a smile out of them though their eyes burned bright; Gan’s own smile could be described as voluptuous. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows as she shifted her hips beneath herself, tilting one of her feet absently, to touch the side of Étoile’s back as their thumb returned to fondling her.

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Their left hand kneaded at her less directly, their thumb and index finger framing one side of her vulva, never dipping quite close enough for their thumb to touch her where she yearned for the promised pressure of their thick digits. Étoile shifted first the whole of their right hand to pet up and over Gan’s pelvis to her navel, and then their opposite arm as they shifted back in the narrow space of the bed until they could descend on her again, leaving two kisses on her stomach and a nip on her thigh. Once between her legs, Étoile caressed over and under Gan’s thighs as she bent her knees and drew their face closer to the warm allure of her pussy, where the scent of her overtook the rose oil. Holding the curve at the base of Gan’s ass, Étoile kissed on and over Gan’s mound, nosing and nuzzling through her bush before plucking at her sex with their puckered lips, gasping across her sensitive skin as her posture tensed in fleeting surprise of sensation. They licked her once slowly, their hands squeezing at the underside of Gan’s thighs so their thumbs just barely didn’t reach her opening, but stretched and teased the skin beneath, and then kissed twice more as they felt her adjust the way their hair fell across her skin; a grateful expression of piety. They licked her again, and again, and again, and then hollowed their cheeks to suck and release her clit in waves as their pace increased and their tongue danced upon her skin. Gan’s fingers in their hair encouraged Étoile to surge forward on occasion when they sucked at her, their breath an eager snuffle where their nose rubbed against her mound. Gan groaned once, deep in her throat, aware of the sound, and realized a deeper purr she was making absently when she was shocked out of it, an exultation of comfort and safety that would have eluded her in other circumstances. An amused gasp bubbled past her lips as an answering, muffled moan tickled Étoile’s lips around the top of her cunt. Étoile’s right hand released their grip and smoothed across freckled skin to where they could feel Gan’s stomach tighten and relax depending on their movements, quickly finding their hand covered by hers, her thumb in the crook of their hand and their fingers across their palm.

[chocochipbiscuit]

No pressure tag game!

I was tagged by @razrogue! Thank you for thinking of me!

Last song: Well hello my name is Loca... :')

Favorite color: It's too hard to choose!!! I'll say pink though. Magenta specifically, because it was the color I dyed my hair the most last year. :')

Last TV show: A League of Their Own

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet! Though I do love my spice and savories.

Relationship status: Nope!

Last Google: I use DuckDuckGo, but it was '[name of local restaurant] menu'

Current obsession: Trying to write some smutty smut smut as a possible Smutquisition treat 😈

I tag @meishuu, @bittylildragon, @anneapocalypse, @meikuree, and @psykopsy if you want to play!

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Get to know me game!

I was tagged by @tododeku-or-bust! Thank you 💖. I will no obligation tag @omgkalyppso @cheshirepirouette @ahasiw-okitowin @razrogue & anyone who would like to join!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I have a couple names. My birthname I believe I was named after someone on my mother's side of the family, but I'm not certain. As for my actual names, if it counts, Salamatullah is a theophoric name, so it bears the name of God (Allah) :)

2. When was the last time you cried?

The other day, I was certain everyone I loved was dead and that I was about to die (I was not, no one had died. give it up for psychosis)

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I've been mistaken for being a parent since I was like 16 lmao

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Before my health was Bad(tm), I played a lot of sports in my youth. My favorite was figure skating, though I also played hockey, basketball, volleyball, baseball, archery, etc. through various community programs. I also was a founding member of my high schools cheerleading team, before the transphobia caused me to leave it. And I did horseback riding through a special olympics kinda program.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes. Not as often as people I know.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Very little. Genuinely can't think of a specific, I'm very bad with faces and people in general 😂. I think I usually notice piercings or tattoos, maybe just because I have piercings and tattoos so I like seeing other people with em.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Man... I love both.

9. Any talents?

Talent always feels like a strong word. I suppose art is something I'm talented at. And since I've started beading people have said I'm talented with that. I'd like to think I retain some programming talent and technical writing talent from university.

10. Where were you born?

United States, in Minnesota specifically

11. What are your hobbies?

I do a lot of crafts: knitting, embroidery, sewing, beading. Like mentioned I draw, I also write. I like to read. I play video games. I like writing analysis essays about media.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes! My old man. He's a little guy and gonna be 14. He's my beloved elderly puppy.

13. How tall are you?

5'9.5 I believe. I get measured pretty regularly since I'm always at the doctor.

14. Favorite subject in school?

In high school, math was my favorite because it was the only one I was good at. In university, linguistics was my favorite but that was quite soured by the fact that academia and linguists in general tend to be horrifically racist and classist and colonialist and I experienced countless of microaggressions every day. (be wary of any yt linguist, self-identified or otherwise)

15. Dream job?

Might seem weird but I would like to be a custodian, but only if we're talking dream where I can also dream up a custodial job that accommodates my disabilities, doesn't treat me as subhuman, and pays enough to life comfortably. I like cleaning, I like doing repetitive tasks, I like that its work that doesn't require me to talk with many people, I can just put on music and chill. It's a perfect autism job. But I don't think I could take the way (white) people treated me when I was cleaning for them.

[coldshrugs]

wip wednesday

hi. i've been tagged for this by several people over the last 3 weeks and haven't had writing to show for it. so i'm tagging all those people back now WITH obligation today: @scionshtola, @lilas, @lavampira, @kirnet, @razrogue, @ghostwise, @gwaha, and @galadae

i'm working on kiss prompts :>

Morning comes, and she wakes with him. Estinien is utilitarian with his words, reserving them for simple requests or directions, and she lets him have the silence (and her hand again, when he needs it) as they pack a small bag with a few provisions. They make coffee, lean into each other while they drink it, skin against warm skin. The air is already thick with heat, but they have grown used to it. At times, it is a perk rather than an obstacle. Io tilts her chin in his direction but the invitation goes unnoticed. His thoughts blind him to all else. It's just as well—he needs her patience today. He declines a coat, insisting partial armor and a thick shirt will suffice. Io is less sure, and she tucks a spare under her arm. "Ready to go?" When he nods, they reach for the west together and, in a shimmering instant, trade Thavnair's burgeoning morning heat for the small hours of a snowy Ishgardian night.

[nocanonhere]

Song Poem Challenge

“Put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. Then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of!”

Tagged by @razrogue @bhaalbaaby 🙇🏾‍♀️

No obligation tagging: @feral--darling and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, tag me if you do!

This is a Baldur’s Gate 3 Modern Day College AU, and unfortunately reminds me of Astarion 🥴 The choppiness from line to line is giving college night at the club and drunk off several sugary drinks while he dances and thinks about that person he swears is just an fwb, but knows deep down it’s more than that because they’re really hot and it’s Gale so please take his phone because he’s about to send a club selfie and ask ‘you up?’ Club closes at 3am

- I learned, in trapping, in the business

- Everybody loves you, baby

- Hey hey

- I thought we were friends

- Do you remember?

- See me up in the club with fiftylem girls 😂

- Can’t deny your lie

- Yeah, everybody wants a piece

- Time it took us

- Don’t think that we

Songs:

1. ‘Rich (Interlude)’ - Kendrick Lamar

2. ‘One Of Your Girls’ - Troye Sivan

3. ‘Young Melody’- PNAU ft. Vera Blue

4. ‘Blank Marquee’ - Yuna

5. ‘September’ - Earth, Wind, and Fire

6. ‘Yoncé (Homecoming Version) - Beyoncé

7. ‘Leave Me Alone’ - Kaytranada

8. ‘Honeydew’ Lion Babe

9. ‘What The Water Gave Me’ - Florence & The Machine

10. ‘Think About Me’ - DVSN