#the lonely flower (yasha nydoorin)

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Alright I'd been thinking on this one for a bit and i hope asking rough treatment can help vent your work day.

Bad ending with yasha, (possibly same "au" where Jester was sucking off lucien)

The one mighty warrior now nothing more than a plaything for the Somnovem. Tendrils of the living city violate the now broken body trapped in its hold.

They had lost.

It was a thought, a realization, and one that she had felt rattle around in the back of her mind from the moment the city had pulled her down into itself. She and the rest of the Nein had failed to stop Lucien, the Somnovem, Cognoza—and who knew what horrible fate now awaited Exandria because of their failure. The thought alone should’ve filled her with shame and regret.

And perhaps, on some level it did—but as the twisting and corrupting tendrils of the living city Cognoza swirled around Yasha’s form, the fallen Aasimar felt nothing but absolute bliss. Her tall, pale, and muscular figure arched and bowed, flexing against the powerful tentacles that held her in place—not to break free, but to shudder in absolute euphoria.

If she could, she would cry in pleasure, moaning as she felt her mind leaving her—but as she opened her mouth to speak, another tendril took advantage of the opportunity and thrust down her throat, coiling around her neck to further restrain and strangle the powerful Barbarian as it went to work fucking her helpless throat. She jerked again, her eyes rolling back, and drool and tears began to smear her dark make up.

She was such a shameful sight—writhing in ecstasy as the tentacles plowed her folds and ass, held her tight and refused to let her go. Her body jerking and shuddering as climax after climax rolled over her, as her muffled moans grew louder in the ever present silence of the shard of Aeor. A far cry from the powerful and unbroken champion of the Stormlord who had arrived here.

There was nothing unbroken about Yasha now.

The Aasimar moaned out louder, more tentacles surrounding her—pulling her down into the soft fleshy loam of the city, pulling her deeper into both mindlessness and utter pleasure. She had failed—they had failed—and Exandria would be helpless…but all she cared about was the pleasure melting her brain into nothing.

[suraelis]

Critical Role Next Gen Ideas because I have no self control

Arthur Lavorre (M) - (Fjord x Jester)

Arthur is almost a clone of his mother in personality. He’s very happy and sees the best in people. The biggest difference between Arthur and his mother is that Arthur is very arrogant. Growing up on the sea, he doesn’t know how to interact with people that’s not his father’s subordinates or enemies. Fjord worries about this awkward aspect of his but Jester points out he reminds her of Artagan, which worries Fjord more. Arthur was enamored with Kingsley and was very upset when Kingsley took a ship and left. Arthur’s dream for the future is to take over his father’s ship and hunt down Kingsley. 

Vance Lavorre (M) - (Fjord x Jester)

Never wanting Arthur to grow up lonely like she was, Jester wanted a second child to keep Arthur company. When they were younger, they looked very similar to the point they were mistaken as twins. When they grew up, they walked completely different paths. Unlike the rest of his family, he is not a fan of the ocean. His parents tried their best to accommodate for Vance by letting him stay with his grandparents on the Menagerie Coast in the winter and attending Veth’s Camp in the summer. Vance loves his family but just doesn’t understand their adventureous personalities.  Instead of going on adventures, he decide to write novels. Everyone on the ship loves his story, and Beauregard is a very strict proofreader.

Evaline (F) - (Caleb x Essek)

Evaline lived on the streets after running away from several orphanages. She wanted a better life than any of those places could provide. She set her sights on a certain magic school with the best wizards in the empire. Being an orphan, there was no way she could be admitted, unless…. she manipulated one of the teachers to grant her a referral. After scoping out the school for many days, she decided that the professor with all the cats was the easiest to emotionally manipulate. Evaline made her move, and after (in her opinion) an intense mental chess battle, the professor agreed to admit her in his class. There was no way she could study for his class living on the streets and it was impossible for her to afford any of the school material, so the professor offered to fund her studies and give her a place to stay. Then one day Evaline found out that the professor had a powerful friend with rare dunamancy magic? Evaline never left the two’s side ever since… well except when they force her to go to summer camp.

Lotus Nydoorin (F) - (Beauregard x Yasha)

Beauregard and Yasha had a hard time committing to adopting children. Not because they didn’t want one, but plagued with doubts that they would make good parents. After Fjord saved his orphanage from a seedy underbelly, the two went to visit Fjord to see if he needed any help. After arriving, a shy meek girl went up to them and asked them to adopt a young baby boy. The baby was very sick and would need extra attention. Yasha asked the girl her name to which she responded “Lotus Dirt”. Yasha thought her flower name was a sign from above so Beau and Yasha decided to adopt both children. Lotus loves doing domestic things with Yasha and reading with Beauregard. She later become a cleric under the guidance of the stormlord. 

Axel Nyoodrin (M) - (Beauregard x Yasha)

When he was adopted, he was a very sickly child. His parents were sure he would stay in bed for the rest of his life, but thanks to daily healing hands from Yasha and lots of help from Caduceus, he grew up very lively. He forces his mother, Beauregard, to teach him dope monk shit all the time. At first Beauregard was hesitant considering his sickly frame, but Axel would not take no for an answer. Axel learned from Luc that the best way to get stronger is to attack your mom when they’re not looking. Beau and Yasha had their hands full with him but they were able to take on all his attacks. Beau said that if Axel can land a blow on her face, she will relinquish her first mate title to him. 

[swiftbell]

So I had some thoughts on where everyone in the Mighty Nein ended up, and I needed to write them down somewhere, so have my thoughts under the cut!

To me it really felt like all of the characters ended up so beautifully where they were supposed to be.

Beauregard Lionett, the angry teenager who was always ignored, who screamed at the unjust world, and when it didn’t listen to her she beat it instead. That angry lonely Beau helped make the world more just, by telling the stories of people who had been silenced, by being the central piece in making sure those who had taken advantage of others got their due. She told the truth, and the world listened. And instead of having a family that abandoned her because she was a ‘problem’ she has a family that’ll never give her up, that’ll always support her, and love her.

Caduceus Clay, the soft spoken graveyard keeper who was alone in his home, was forced to go into the world, and do things that went against what he stood for because that’s what he had to do. He not only got his family back, he got a new family as well. He got to return home, he got to make things right, and he learned that when they went too far, he had what was needed to stand up, and demand they help fix what they broke - his way.

Caleb Widogast, born with the name Bren Aldric Ermendrud, who had been shaped by pain and fire, who killed his family, only really living to fix the past, wallowing in his guilt, and hiding in fear. Caleb let go of the past, let go of his guilt - and yes some of it is always going to be there, but it’s no longer the crushing weight it once was. He stopped running from his fears, instead he faced them, and beat them with the intellect they had sought to use, and with the family they would never again take away from him. Caleb got to make his parents proud, and is looking to fix the future rather than the past. Shaping it with creativity and love, making sure there would be no one else who had to suffer like he did. And while he didn’t end up with any of the many romantic interests he had, he is healing, and has them by his side still.

Essek Thelyss, who had his own goals and motivations, who started a war just to gain more knowledge, and who put himself first above all else. Aloof and stoic. He learned what it means to belong, what it means to care, favouring the simple pleasures of life, and the value of giving to others. “Caleb, I’m scared”, he says. “Will you do it?” He says “I will help you.”

Fjord Stone, orphan, who never had a home to speak of, and who was so focused on how others saw him that he changed his appearance, his mannerisms, and his voice - just to be someone he looked up to. Who was pulled into servitude for a dark force and given powers he had so badly wanted - but not this way. Fjord got a family, Fjord got a home he can return to whenever he wants, and still got to stay on the sea he loves. He let his tusks grow out, and stopped trying to be someone else, he grew into himself, and when he met his father figure again, that he had, by himself, grown up to be so much like him. And the powers? He threw them away into a river of molten rock, and then turned around to ask the goddess of nature if he may choose to serve her. His choice, not someone else’s.

Jester Lavorre grew up confined to a room, with only her imagination and possibly imaginary friend to keep her company. Always so full of creativity, so full of the love her mother showed her, the little sapphire. Jester whose trickery got her into so much trouble she had to leave her home behind, and flee into a world she had only read about at most, being scared, and fascinated at the same time. She managed to make friends wherever she went, she learned some hard lessons on the way, but in the end she always made it through. Tougher than the world, sweeter than sugar, and cunning like the fey she gave a heart. Jester got her romance she had always wanted, and she got the adventure she had always craved. And through it all, she was always had a good imagination.

Mollymauk Tealeaf - or really, Kingsley Tealeaf now, dug himself out of his own grave with no memories. He was nothing. Empty. He experienced the world, and inspired those around him to be better - even if he wasn’t. He never cared for his past, didn’t want to know it, ran away from it when he could. He was his own self, and the past wasn’t allowed to change that. Then he was taken away. Sudden, unexpected, too soon. He was gone, and then he was someone else, someone who was like him, but in all the wrong ways. Someone who fought the ones he had come to love, and who tried to kill them. Someone who didn’t want to know the past, who didn’t care, but who never got away from it. And then he died, and was someone new again. Not entirely empty this time, but not quite who he had been before. Someone new, someone who accepted that he could be his own person, and honour the past at the same time. Kingsley got what neither Molly nor Lucien got - he got to be alive, and he got to be free to be who he wanted to be.

Nott the Brave, Veth Brenatto, goblin, halfling. Both, neither. Who had lost her husband and son by sacrificing herself, who wasn’t who she used to be, and who was so caught up in her own insecurities she’d rather tune out the entire world with alcohol. Who would insist that she wasn’t smart, that the others were obviously better than her, that she was not brave. Veth kept sacrificing herself - but now she has others to make sure she makes it out alive too. She has a bigger family than ever, and doesn’t have to choose between one or the other, family or adventure, home or the world - she can have both. She gets to invent, to fully use the skills she had always had, but was too insecure to use, and she gave up the veil she put over herself to hide from the world. No longer Nott the Brave, but Veth Brenatto, the Brave.

And Yasha Nydoorin, from the barren wastes, with holes in her memory, with death on her back, and on her hands. Who lost her love not once, but twice - because she had failed. Wandering, trying to find herself, with a grief heavy heart, and who was used by others to commit crimes she never agreed to. Yasha got to break free from those chains weighing her down, to not only walk freely, but to fly in the sky. She found guidance in the storm, and used that to make sure she would never fail those around her again. She got to stop wandering, and instead got a home to fill with flowers, life, and love.

And at the end of the day, they still have each other, and always will. They travel independently, and they grow, but they always have a home, and they make sure to keep in contact, and stay together. As a family. As the Mighty Nein Nine.

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Anon sent: "Snippet ask: Somelike it rough v2 Yasha 4c treatment by a half orc"

Some Like it Rough V2: 4C

She had hoped, after being freed of the control of...whoever it was that had controlled her...that she would be free to chart her own path. She wanted to see a world beyond the bleak wastes of Xhorhas, to see beautiful and vibrant colors and lands the likes of which she'd never experienced--the likes of which Zuala had always dreamed of seeing. She'd hoped she'd be able to see them for her.

She didn't even make it a half-day from the Stormlord's shrine.

Yasha gagged, choking, moaning as she felt the large, thick cock shove down her throat--she felt the orc chief's fingers tangle in her wild hair, gripping it tight like handles or a leash as he shoved her down over and over again. The massive prick plunged down her gullet, bulging out her throat, and she swore she could feel it thrust between her lungs and down into her gut.

After wandering from the shrine, she'd stumbled into a band of orc marauders, led by a half-orc--one of the rare few half-orcs that stood just as tall or taller than his full-blood brothers. With no weapon and no clan to defend her, she could barely put up a fight, though the fight she had put up had clearly impressed the leader.

"Ha! A woman with fire in her heart!" he'd exclaimed, before shoving her down onto her back and pinning her with his boot on her gut. "You'll make a fine wife~"

Which was what led her to where she was now--stripped of her clothes and down on her knees in the orc chief's tent, forced to take his massive cock down her throat over and over again as he groaned with approval. She was helpless--even with her own considerable strength, she was no match for him, and could do nothing more than let him fuck her face like it was all it was good for.

"Yesss~!" the half-orc growled, and suddenly he pulled her back--the hands in her hair dropping to instead wrap around her neck and lift her gaze up to him. "You'll make a good cocksucker soon~ but now--!"

Yasha gasped, his grip around her neck tightening as he lifted the buxom barbarian up off her feet and flung her onto his bed. She gasped as she bounced on the soft mattress, her body sprawled out upon the beast-hide bedcover--she'd never felt so light, so small, and despite her own hatred in her position...she felt a small part of her heart flutter.

The half-orc smirked at her dazed expression, his larger frame eclipsing hers as he joined her on the bed, hands moving to hold her legs spread. "Now it's time to claim my mate~" he declared, grinning savagely down at her.

Again, Yasha felt a shudder inside--a not entirely negative one--but she attempted to shoot a glare his way. Her expression only made the orc chief grin more lustfully, his eyes staring deep into hers as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Yes, stormy one, show me your fire~ I want to see it burn brighter as you become mine~"

With that, the orc chief crashed his lips to hers, stealing a kiss from her lips that made Yasha gasp, and moan. She felt his cock drive hard into her folds a second later, and it became a full, open-mouth moan, allowing the orc to deepen the kiss and conquer her tongue in a lustful wrestle for domination. His hips rocked hard, driving his cock deep into her, and Yasha felt her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head.

She wasn't sure exactly when she'd started moaning for more--when she'd wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down to her breasts--when she'd squealed as his tusks dug into their pillowy softness and marked her as his. She wasn't sure when he'd flipped her onto her face--when he'd held her hair like a leash and forced her back to arch as she sang out his name-- "Voraxx~!! Voraxx~!! More, Voraxx, more~!!"

She wasn't sure.

All she knew was that as the morning light began to peek into the orc chief's tent, it crept across the still-entwined forms of Voraxx the Voracious and his new warrior bride, a thoroughly-fucked, thoroughly-broken, and thoroughly-pleased Yasha Nydoorin, who for the first time in years felt she truly belonged.

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Anon sent: "Can we have Yasha dressed up like crazy lust 8E for Molly during their circus time ?"

Crazy Lust: 8E

She had been planning this for months now—ever since she’d met the beautiful circus man who had turned her life around, she’d been wanting to show just how much he’d meant to her, just how much she’d appreciated his kindness. It felt silly, perhaps, waiting for him in his tent in just the long stockings, but Mona and Euli had promised it would work.

And they were absolutely right.

The lustful moans that filled the tent were evidence enough of that, if the sight of the buxom Barbarian beauty bouncing on her beautiful best friend’s dick wasn’t. Her body arched back towards him, head rolled back as her lips parted in lustful moans, hips rolling down into him as his tail coiled around her waist and pulled her down.

“Y’shoulda told me how y’felt sooner, m’dear~” the charming Tiefling chuckled into her ear as he thrust hard up into her, his lips brushing along her neck to blaze a trail of kisses—and a few bites to make sure there would be evidence of their tryst come the morning. “We coulda been doin’ this fer months now~”

“I-I just~! Ah~! I didn’t want things to change~!” Yasha moaned out—what a stupid reason, too, she realized. As if anything was enough reason to stop this from happening—to stop him from plowing up into her and making her world bloom more beautifully than she’d ever imagined.

Molly seemed to agree, as he chuckled into her ear again. “Well, hate t’disappoint ya, darling, but things are definitely going to change~ because as long as you stick around, we’ll be doing this every single night~”

With that, the handsome Tiefling claimed her lips in a kiss, and Yasha felt herself melt and moan into him, her hips bucking harder in reply. She couldn’t agree more—already, she could feel herself growing addicted to this, and the thoughts of wandering off on her own again, as she often did, faded from her mind as the promise of more passionate sex took root.

She’d have to ask the twins where to find more stockings, too—she wanted to see his face when she surprised him with the next set.

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Anon sent: "Birthday request if I can be selfish cause your writing is amazing)) Yasha being offered 50 platinum if she gives herself to a half orc for 24 hours as his cum rag"

Got this sent in yesterday—whoever sent it, I hope you had a wonderful birthday~!

Yasha did not think herself a naive or materialistic sort of person. The wastes of Xhorhas did not allow for that sort of person to thrive, and though she had her troubles in her life there, that wasn't one of them. And though she did hold a certain level of self-destructive and self-loathing habits, she did believe her self-worth was a price too great to give up.

...but then again, 500 gold is a lot of money...

Desperate, panting moans shook the walls of the small inn room she'd been taken to, as the bed under her shook and creaked in protest. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets tight under her, letting out sharp gasps as she felt the heavy and hard smack of hips against her tight, toned ass. She felt fingers in her hair and let out a cry as she was jerked back—forced to stare up at the sneering face behind her.

"That's it, bitch, scream louder~" the half-orc growled as he jerked her back again, the rough smack of his hips against her ass growing louder. His free hand curved up, groping and smacking her tits roughly before wrapping around her throat and squeezing down. "I wanna hear the sanity ripped from your mind as I make this hot sexy body my new fuckdoll bitch~!"

Yasha could only gasp and moan in reply, her bright heterochromatic eyes flashing with hearts as she was so brutally fucked. Damn it, but the roughness from this half-orc was exactly what the masochistic barbarian woman loved. Her eyes began to roll back as both hands wrapped around her neck and she was shoved back down into the bed, incoherent moans tumbling from her lips.

"What's that bitch~?" the half-orc asked, grinning wickedly as he drilled down into her—his thick orcish knobhead ramming against her womb at a rough pace. "You're giving back the gold~? You just want me to keep you and fuck you over and over again from now on~? Is that what you want~?"

"Mmmphhyy~!" was the muffled, strangled reply into the cushions, her body jerking as she suddenly climaxed around him.

The half-orc chuckled, leaning down close to growl his hot breath against her ear. "Well, if that's what you want, who am I to disagree~ welcome to your new life, slut~!"

With that, his hips smacked harder into hers, the force of his thrusts making the bed groan, close to breaking under them, as he put all his effort into thoroughly breaking the sexy Xhorhasian under him. A thorough breaking that Yasha was helpless to resist, so lost in her own lust as she drooled and moaned and cried with delight, her mind slowly shattering with each thrust of his cock against her womb.