#still can't reconcile the idea of a “loving” god who would allow the kind of suffering we see every day

[amplifyme]

Doing a rewatch of Midnight Mass 'cause it's that time of year. This series had so, so many epic monologues, but this remains one of my favorites. Mike Flanagan will own my heart forever simply on the power of this one scene, that hit me like a sledgehammer because it was like he reached into my head, snatched up my thoughts about organized religion, and put them on the screen for everyone to see.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES and BEN MILLER x FEM!READER┃ TRIPLE FRONTIER.

❝ summary: Benny has flirted with another woman and now he has to bear with the consequences.

❝ words: about 2.8k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, polyamorous relationship, threesome, fingering, voyeurism, unprotected sex, language, mention of bodily fluids and I think that's all.

❝ a / n: you all can blame @chibsytelford for this because it was just a fantasy I had and she pushed me to write it because I can't refuse anything from her. I left the end open so, in case you enjoy it, I have more ideas for them.

Gif credits to the author.

You have given Ben the silent treatment since two days ago. Every Wednesday the guys and you go to a pub to share some beers and old stories and to play pool until late at night. But the younger Miller drank more alcohol than he should and started to flirt with a random chick, who was making him googly eyes since you all put a step in. Supposedly, nothing happened between both thanks to Will who stopped him —supposedly because you weren't there when that happened, as you asked Frankie to take you home; miffed and ashamed.

You have never doubted the polyamorous relationship the three of you are committed to: until that night. The thought of what could have happened if no one had separated them is killing you slowly. You love them both with your life, you can't live without them. But Ben doesn't deserve any kind of attention from you. The funny part is that he doesn't remember anything from that night and blames the beers he drank for his behavior. If he did it, he did it for a reason though.

You can't lie saying it's been easy for you to punish him. You miss him during nights when only Frankie warms you between his arms, feeling a little unprotected without Benny sleeping by your other side, even if he's in the next room. You've found yourself waking up in the middle of the night with a suffocating sensation burning within your chest, crying for the lack of his presence. And Catfish is starting to get tired of this situation.

“This has gotta end”.

The nervous movement of your knee, rising and falling, suddenly stops by the firm tone of his voice and the finger pointing out the distance between you and the boxer, both at opposite sides of the sofa. Since he has reunited the three of you in your living room five minutes away, Frankie has been walking from one side to another like a caged lion, trying to find a way to reconcile you.

“Kiss her”. The pilot demands, three steps away in front of you.

“Try to kiss me and I'll knock you down”. You quickly reply standing on your bare feet, frowning as you cross your arms on your chest.

Of course, the two men knew which would be your response, but Frankie is the one who knows how to break through your fortress when you're resentful. He walks towards you with no expression on his face, leaning forward to press his lips on yours. A soft touch as if he is asking you for permission to go ahead, although he doesn't need it. You are pretty aware of what he's trying, but you can't refuse when his charming tongue slides itself into your cavity to play with yours. You gulp an arousal gasp, feeling Benny's blue eyes —becoming darker at the view— firmly stuck on how much you enjoy Frankie's hands pawing and squeezing your buttocks while tasting the pair of lips he could die for.

You are too bewitched to notice the pilot beckoning him with a hand to come closer. Ben hesitates scratching his forearm with his head bowed down like a beaten puppy. Your indifference has caused him nightmares, pain and anguish. Yes, sex is amazing, but you're more than a girl to hook up. He needs you. He needs your hands to stitch him up after a fight. He needs your legs around him to feel like he's at home. He needs your chest to rest his forehead whenever he feels the world is falling around him. He needs your kisses to put him to sleep when insomnia takes over his brain. He needs your laugh to be happy.

You have been so assorted in your own thoughts that you haven't noticed the change until you hear Frankie's whispers in your ear encouraging Benny to touch you as his trembling fingers don't dare to do it. And now that you are feeling him this close again, you don't want to stop. You can't. The heat begins to concentrate beneath the cotton fabric of your panties, as his tongue invades your mouth and Frankie sticks his chest to your back.

“Tell him what you want”. He murmurs gripping your jawline using five of his fingers, while his free hand lands on his own growing bulge.

Ben trails a path of wet kisses to your neck, down to reach your collarbone. “I wa— want you inside me”.

“But he doesn't deserve it. Not yet”. Frankie claims, earning a whimper from his friend. “Take his hand, show him where you want it”.

Of course, he will not let the boxer have any pleasure from this round. He first has to fight for it —fight for you, after disrespecting your relationship. Because Catfish is upset with him too. Resting the back of your head on his shoulder as you grab Benny's right hand pinching one of your nipples over the dark shirt, you drag it slowly over your body. He can't help but nail his fingertips in your skin, need for your touch, desperate to feel something yours. The younger Miller swallows a knot stuck in his throat when the palm of his hand cups your heated and soaked cunt. You both moan inevitably when he gently rubs it, raising his dark ocean eyes towards yours, as Frankie peppers the top of your head with sweet kisses.

Ben doesn't wait for another signal to snake his long fingers to put your panties aside and cautiously traces the wet slit between your folds, hoping you don't pull him away at the last second. When he sees in your orbs how needed you are for him, understanding you're not going to stop him, Benny pushes softly his index finger into your center, well-aimed to your tight warm hole. You can't help but moan somewhat alleviated, placing your hands on his shoulders to find balance as your knees go weak at his touch. Frankie licking and biting the sweet spot under your ear, whilst massaging your breasts with his experienced digits, doesn't help either.

“Tell him why you are so damn tight, amor”. The pilot hums as soon as Ben's finger has reached your limits.

“I ha— haven't had sex… since Wedne— Wednesday's noon”. You whining almost brushing the younger lips with yours, so concerned that you can't stop your hips to swing looking for more friction against Frankie's hard cock pressed to your ass and over Ben's hand.

And, oh, now he already knows too why Frankie is controlling you and what he can do. And he feels more guilty now. He still can't believe he flirted with a woman who is not you and it's something that is going to chase him for the rest of his life. A life he doesn't want to live without you, nor without his friend.

“Can I put another one?” Ben almost beg, asking Frankie for permission, who continues enraptured on biting your neck with the clear intention of leaving some marks there.

“Uh-huh”. He just affirms.

Ben maneuvers inside your panties to flex his long finger to join the index one. Instantly, your hands grip the fabric of his t-shirt in two fists, strongly closing your eyelids as a pleased whine dies in your parted lips touching his. Saying that it feels so good would be insufficient. The three of you are used to have sex, at least, two times per day —some days, they're capable of overstimulating you to the point that you can't move a single inch of your anatomy. The pace of his thrusts become faster, as much as the limit of your panties lets him, in and out. He knows exactly how to curl and swirl his fingers to push your g-spot, to give you the pleasure you deserve, to make you feel desired. Frankie is the best at eating you out, as his experienced tongue can make you cum in less than a minute. But Ben is the one who knows how to use his trained hands to put you to beg for more, and more, and more.

“Amor, I need to fuck you”. The pilot hisses frustrated onto your ear, before biting and sucking your earlobe. And you are conscious of how he's going to punish the other.

Making him look without being allowed to not even touch himself.

Ben pulls his hand away causing you to grunt disappointed, so Frankie can walk you to the sofa.

“Don't you dare to taste her”. He says then pointing at the blonde, signaling the wet fingers in your juices until he cleans them in his own t-shirt. Catfish knows how much Ben loves to suck them clean, but it's part of his punishment. So he will learn to not disrespect you again.

Removing the only two pieces of clothing that cover your body, you put on four over the sofa keeping eye-contact with the younger, whilst hearing the pilot undoing the belt and the zip that keep his jeans on. Frankie positions himself behind you with a leg kneel on the sofa and the other stand on the floor. At the same time, Benny sits over the armrest, close enough at least to be able to kiss you. He needs something from you. And he'll conform with it.

Usually, Frankie loves to take his time worshipping you —slowly, meticulously— but he can't wait right now to slam his hard dick into your soaked cunt, crashing his pelvis against your buttocks. You cry out on Ben's lips, as the older is still pushing your limits as much as he can with both hands nailed strongly in your hips, almost hurting you.

“Tell me how it feels, baby”. Ben requests huskily, gripping your whole neck with all his fingers.

“Oh, god…” You breathe through your nose, causing your stomach to contract itself because of the lack of air in your lungs. “Frankie feels so good… He's too thick, Benny… He fi— fills me so good…”

“Yeah?”

“Yes…” You try to nod with your chin, as he continues balls deep inside you. “Please, Frankie… fuck me… I need you. I need you to fuck me hard”.

The way you beg him provokes Ben to clench his jaw. He loves that honeyed and painful tone of voice too, pleading him to be impaled by his length and he knows he will have to deal with this situation for some more time until you believe him —until you believe that he doesn't want any woman, but you.

“I'm gonna fuck your soul outta your body, amor”. He growls going back only leaving his glans inside you, before pounding you again with all his strength, enjoying how pissed Ben is watching you two right now, without even being allowed to jack himself off.

Frankie rocks his hips back and forth with an insane rhythm that doesn't let you recover from the hit to your g-spot when he's already pushing it to its limits. The boxer drinks your delighted gasps, not being capable of hearing you moaning Frankie you fuck me so fucking good, baby. He wants to hear his name too and the rage is consuming him by leaps and bounds. Ben always enjoys when Frankie pounds your pussy as you blow him, or vice-versa. There are other times when he's too tired and it's Frankie who worships your body with total adoration. There's no competition between them; but right now, after almost three days ignoring him, not feeling anything more than indifference, Ben is furiously needed.

But doesn't seem enough punishment for Frankie, who —not only haven't had sex since the last Wednesday— that has heard you all this time crying for Benny, believing he didn't love you or desire you anymore. Believing that he was just looking for an excuse to fly away from the two of you. And yes, you have pretty clear that if one of them decides to not continue, you will stay with the other one. You really love them both. Frankie tangles a hand in your hair, forcing you to sit up on your knees and arch your back so Ben has a better view of your naked and sweaty body being hardly fucked by him with no mercy, whilst he is just there. Watching. Feeling the painful pressure under the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants. Feeling that he could cum just of watching you being used to finding the most animal pleasure.

“Fuck, amor… you're so fuckin' tight”. Frankie hisses, placing his chin on your shoulder as his dark eyes are on the blue ones, rejoicing at how much Benny wants to leave right now and maybe hit his punching bag until destroying it. “So wet only for me… So warm you co—could set me on fire”.

Ben is aware that if he leaves now, everything will be worse. So he's doing his best to endure like a champion, biting the center of his bottom lip when Frankie tilts your head to trap your mouth and tuck his tongue into it. You feel like you're floating to the seventh heaven when he drags one of his huge hands down your torso to look for your throbbing clit, as your walls clench around his twitching dick. You're close, too close to falling above the edge.

“Please, Fra— Frankie, don't stop”. You whine against his lips, feeling some tickles because of his perfect mustache, breathing his own breath.

“You wanna cum, ah? That's what you want, baby girl?”

He can't hear your response due to the obscene and filthy dry sound his pelvis produces crashing against your flesh once and once. No mercy, rough like he has never been with you unless he has been out of town attending some kind of mission —so keen to fill your guts with his cream and mark a territory Ben isn't allowed to touch for now. Your moans become erratic, stepping on each other. Your voice is breaking with a high-pitched tone, not being able to handle it anymore. And your pettiness appears from nowhere, after what your heart has suffered. You cry out Frankie's full name with your crystal eyes, because of too much pleasure, glued to Ben's.

“Oh, fu— fuck, Francisco!”

Your vocals echo around the living room, whilst he continues going deeper and deeper. His pleased growls join yours, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when Frankie explodes inside you like an unbridled torrent, so warm that it feels like hell is concentrated in your soaked and filled cunt; abused after a short but an intense round of slams straight to the weakest spot of your anatomy.

Even so, he is still pressed against your limits, holding his still-hard dick between your wet folds whilst trying to recover your breaths. You can see Ben heavily gulping his saliva, keeping his hands away from the lump under his sweatpants. It hurts just looking at it, but these are the consequences. And he hasn't cheated you. He feels like he has done it though, and that's more painful than the erection claiming attention, or how only Frankie is allowed to touch you, to comfort you, to talk to you —to interact in any kind of way.

And now, Ben can leave to have a cold shower.

It's the third night you can't sleep. Although you're really tired, you can't find the point where your brain disconnects from the world. Curling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, you put your eyes again in the stargazing above your head. The soft breeze, sitting on the grass of the backyard of your house, calms you somehow but not enough to husk the insecurities Ben has created you.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice Frankie's presence until he settles himself behind you, urging you with his forearms on your chest to lie back against his. Pressing his lips on top of your head with a tender kiss, he sighs slowly and quietly.

“Benny loves you. He really does. I'm not gonna defend him, I don't understand why he did it and I don't wanna think 'bout what could have happened. But he loves you”.

“I know, but… I feel like I'm not enough for him anymore. Like we aren't enough for him anymore”. You whisper resting your head under his chin, closing your eyelids and lacing your fingers with him, looking for some consolation. “Maybe love isn't enough for him and he doesn't feel attracted to me like he used to”.

“Bullshit, baby. Didn't you see how he was lookin' at you the whole time? Like a fuckin' starving dog, and not because he hasn't had sex in three days. But because he hasn't been touched by you in an eternity. He's been following you like a puppy all around this time, sleeping against the door of your room, begging you to forgive him”. Frankie doesn't want you to convince you about anything, but what he's saying are facts. “Take your time, okay? But don't be too harsh with him. Ben is still here, right? That's the answer to your questions”.

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[vampiricsheep]

hmmm how about Braham and Trahearne

sorry to be so late on this! I rb'd that post and promptly crashed lol

Braham

First impression: "who is this kid and why is he in this life-or-death battle with me?" The reason for this is that despite him and I being around the same age, it never registered to me that he wasn't still like, a static unchanging 17 for several years. The way the world changes and ages in living story is so different from what I'm used to as someone who hasn't followed a lot of long-lived MMOs' plots. I also went through a lot of hiatus periods in and out of ls1 and ls2 so I dodn't follow the plot as closely as others, hahah.

Impression now: What a fine man. He's been through so much, and I really love the way (for the most part) the writing has allowed him to respond to stress and loss and betrayal and duty and growth in a way that feels really authentic and human.

Favorite moment: this is tough. he has a lot of good moments, but to just pick one, the cracking of the fang. There's a whole lot in that moment that's conveyed really well without words.

Idea for a story: I'd like to uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh rewrite the way the primordus stuff was handled. every single other dragon thus far has shown to be articulate and communicative, even though their motives and desires don't line up with our interests, and making primordus some brainless destruction beast was imo lazy writing, and the way that was used to turn braham (thankfully only temporarily) into an only half-cognizant being was gross and antithetical to his character arc up to that point. There are other ways struggling for control and independence could have manifested, as shown by sentient mordremoth- and jormag-corrupted characters.

Unpopular opinion: braham had every fucking right to be angry with the commander after HoT. He was misdirecting some of his hurt onto someone he could actually have an impact on, but I don't blame him for that. He was young, the commander was supposed to be a guiding force that prevented catastrophe, and he had just experienced a unique kind of loss: not just of someone he had ties to, but someone he was so close to truly being able to connect with after a rocky history. How was he supposed to feel? And how was he supposed to set aside his grief and do a 180 from tackling the entities responsible for such loss on the faith that, somehow, that would make things worse? I'd be hard-pressed to reconcile all of that immediately, too.

Favorite relationship: I really love the friendship he and Rox have. They're there for each other and understand each other in a way the commander can't emulate, and it's what they both need. It would be pretty dull if the commander was able to be everyone's everything. Anet do more with Rox challenge

Favorite headcanon: I'll be honest, I'm not super great with headcanons. I guess I'm always afraid for canon to diverge in a way where I don't want to rewrite things. I do think, though, that after the end of Icebrood Saga he's probably gonna have a lot of pain to work through from the whole extinguishing thing, and I don't think that's going to completely go away. There's only so much healing magic can do.

Trahearne

First impression: Oh, wow, look at this experienced well-studied man. Deference

Impression now: good gods he's been through so much. it didn't have to be this way.

Favorite moment

Idea for a story: we've all got a he-lives timeline right? But we also know Caladbolg was supposed to be pretty final in that whole affair, and I like the mind-dragon exploiting its domain with a little body-hopping (it's the basis for my it-lived timeline) and I don't want 1. a change of heart that would render that event completely pointless or 2. waking up from the brink of death either utterly alone and abandoned or buried alive, so I present you with this: we know there were blighting pod clones and mordremoth was trying to replicate the hostages. We also know that trahearne was connected intimately with mordremoth's mind by the final encounter. What if he exploited that same connection to escape into one of the clones

Unpopular opinion: oh there are so many opinions of him and I actively avoid the circles that were hounding for his demise, so it's hard to decide fairly what counts as unpopular. I guess it'd be the common reduction to him of "bookish frail scholar" that ignores both his incredible skill in necromancy and his real-world experience surviving Orr for years. Also carrying around a magic sword as big as he is probably means he isn't all that physically weak, either. Basically he's an accomplished fighter and survivor when he needs to be in addition to being a scholar.

Favorite relationship: his sibling relationship with caithe really could be explored more in fandom imo lol

Favorite headcanon: I'm gonna stick with "fairly physically strong under all those leaves"

[justalittlebluetiefling]

I'm so worried about Jester and Artagan. Like, it feels to me like there isn't much of a choice for her, at least from a mechanics, metagaming POV, because we know from Fjord's bout with magiclessness after breaking up with U'kotoa that Matt does impose mechanical consequences for RP, but with Jester I can't see her following a different God, and no Multiclass seems to fit her, so because of that it feels like the only choice she has is staying with the Traveller...

...which I don't have a problem with (call me a clown if you must, but I trust Artagan, at least when it comes to Jester), but with Beau and Fjord (and Veth and Yasha on a smaller scale) sowing seeds of mistrust in Jester, if she does decide to leave Artagan, I can't see how she goes on from there, in a metagame kind of way. Clerics need a deity to empower them, if she stops following Artagan, who's she gonna follow? Will she multiclass? Into what? She doesn't have Charisma or Intelligence...

I’m not sure if there’s supposed to be another part, but it’s possible it got eaten by Tumblr! I sat on this for a little to see if another part would come through, but haven’t seen anything else, so I’m posting! If this is missing anything, let me know. :)

No way, I’d never call anyone a clown for trusting Artagan! I have reasons why the whole thing doesn’t sit right or feel right to me, but I definitely think he cares about Jester. There’s no doubt in my mind there. I made a joke once about not being able to trust any character that doesn’t find Jester charming. (Which makes me think about how much I loved Ludinus Da’leth for calling her disarmingly charming and we know his alignment thanks to EGTW.)

They haven’t had much introduction to the Mooonweaver and that’s the only other god I could see her “switching” to. If she opted out of the Traveler for any reason, I bet Matt would give her some kind of vision or reach out via the Moonweaver or a follower of her in some way.

She could multiclass into rogue, but 1. I’m not sure Laura would want to do rogue again and 2. while it kind of fits with her stealth and sleight of hand, etc., it doesn’t really feel right for her character? Same goes for Monk multiclassing. It could make sense RP-wise since she rooms with Beau and could be learning monk things from her, but it also doesn’t really feel right for her. I also don’t mind the idea of her staying with the Traveler. I’m not really sure how that works with him deciding he doesn’t want to be a god anymore. It’s possible that Matt could give her a little +1 Charisma boost to get her up to 13 and that would allow her to multiclass into Warlock with Artagan as her patron. The same way he did with Fjord and Strength so he could multiclass into Paladin. I saw someone say that she could tap into her anger and multiclass into Barbarian... which... I’d be kind of into that.

From an RP and metagame sense, I think Warlock or Barbarian makes the most sense for her. I could see her being angry enough if she decides she can’t reconcile the Traveler stuff. She’d probably need to get a Strength boost next time she has the option for an ASI or a feat to improve her ‘to hit’ chances. The only thing I’m not sure about is what Matt would decide to do with her magic. I’m sure Matt will find a wonderfully heartwrenching solution, though. Maybe Artagan still empowers her as a deity, even if she rejects him, because he cares about her and wants to see her safe?

I don’t know. I’m also super nervous about where this is going for her, but in terms of a narrative arc, this is super exciting. There are so many options going forward.