#vex needs to be pampered more

[ryukatters]

i’m politely requesting an elaboration on gojo liking brats pretty please ( 〃．．)

pairing: gojo x fem!reader

cw: edging, overstimulation, praise, some breathplay

Gojo likes to spoil you rotten.

He has no issue with buying you material things, he can make it happen with a simple swipe of his card. He loves spoiling you with his love and affection, pampering you as he coos and praises until you’re red in the face.

His adoration and utter devotion makes you feel like a glutton, and Gojo’s more than happy to keep providing until you’re full (because even when you think you can’t take anymore, you can. Because Gojo says so).

Anything to keep his baby happy. Spoiled.

But that’s where his predicament lies.

“Fuck, ‘toru,” you moan, back arching off the mattress as Satoru plows into you.

You’re dangerously close.

“Be good,” he warns, warm hand on your tummy to push you back down flat against the mattress. “Look at me.” So you do. He’s smiling but you can see the predatory glint in his eyes, almost like they’re challenging you to disobey him.

He’s been edging you for what feels like hours now. Satoru may be sweet, but times like these show just how primal and sadistic he can be— getting off on making you cry and beg for him.

“‘Toru, ‘toru I can’t! It’s too much,” you whine. Your head feels dizzy and all your senses are being bombarded by Satoru. It’s too overwhelming.

“But it’s not enough princess,” he coos, pressing his lips to yours before deepening the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, hard, and he feels a wave of satisfaction and pleasure wash through him as you clench around his length. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get his fill.

You feel yourself edge towards your climax once more, words bubbling up your throat but dying on the tip of your tongue as you prepare yourself to beg once again for your release. Surely, your boyfriend can’t refuse you again?

“Baby, gonna cum, please—”

The building pressure dies down as quickly as it comes. Satoru pulls out, cock glistening from evidence of your consummation.

“No.”

“B-but, why?” You sputter, tears threatening to spill from your lashline.

“Because I said so,” he says simply. “Don’t be a brat.”

You grip the sheets in frustration. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve been brought so devastatingly close to your climax, only to have it ripped away from you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Satoru, just make me fucking cum already,” you spit, tone vexing.

All movements stop. Satoru’s looking at you, eyes wide, like he can’t believe his baby had the spunk to lash out at him. The look of surprise melts into a contemplative one.

“Guess I haven’t fucked you stupid yet,” he tuts, large hands cupping your tits, pinching your nipples hard, smiling as it elicits a particularly sinful moan from you, “since you still have that little attitude of yours.” One hand travels up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing firmly.

You feel your mouth run dry and your pussy clench around nothing.

“Beg.”

The simple command has you sputtering, babbling desperately pleas you hope are enough to satisfy him. They’re not.

“Tell me you need me. That I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” Satoru is crazed now, possessive, signaling that he’s starting to feel as fucked out as you are.

“Ah, ‘toru, please— I need you so much,” you babble, thighs quivering as your boyfriend begins to pound into you mercilessly. “You’re the only one that can make me feel this good.”

“Good girl,” he pants, cerulean orbs rolling back into his skull has he feels balls tighten. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you, ‘kay pretty girl?”

All you can do is nod.

A thought crosses his mind. Has he spoiled you too much?

When he sees you, so pliant and needy and behaved for him, he thinks that it’s a foolish question.

There’s no such thing as too much.

he’s so hot he’s so sexy i want him

[moronkombat]

what are ur headcanons for havik, rain, shang tsung and quan chi? sfw and nsfw please :)

SFW

Love, or at least not the conventional definition of it, is not in his heart but chaotic obsession is. You need to keep this mind when becoming involved with him. If Havik becomes attached to you, he will not let you go

Chaos runs through him, it is him and he wants that for you too. How could you not want it when it is so freeing and vindicating? He doesn't want you chained down by doubts and hesitations. He will encourage you to indulge in impulsions and intrusive ideations

Order and Chaos are one in the same but Havik never sees it that way but he stills shows flavors of it. He longs for there to be a society of pure anarchy, yet for that to happen, he needs to take charge and order others. You are no exception. He expects loyalty to him completely and truly and he will ask you many times to prove it to him. They ways in which he does will vary but it matters very little because you will always do it. How can you not?

NSFW

Sex is wild and untamed, with constant switches of dominance between the two of you. Havik craves for telling a story when having sex and he wants the story to be different each time so he will frequently experiment in bedroom with different positions and instruments

Havik is quite fond of dragging his tongue over your body. He will taste all of you and bring blissful damnation to your body. He will lick and bite at everything and anything

Prepare to be overstimulated and edged repeatedly. The way in which you scream and cry for him is a wonderful symphony and he is keen on listening to it for hours on end

SFW

He loves completely and truly. He is a very devoted partner and thinks he has your best interest at heart. Whether that is actually true remains to be seen

Rain will verbalize his devotion to you often. Words of affirmation is his biggest love language. He wants you to know that he truly and deeply cares for you

In his darkest and toughest moments, he seeks out thoughts of you. If he can better himself, if he can become more than he is now, then he provide better for you and provide you a world you truly deserve

NSFW

Those words of affirmation are not limited to your public interactions. He very much so praises his partner during sex. "Can you feel me throbbing inside you? I was made to fuck you. You fit around me so perfectly."

He is vexed to admit it but he is into having sex in semi-public places. There is a certain thrill he feels when his partner and him are in the shadows of an empty palace corridor. He's feels excitement when there are distance footsteps that threaten to expose your escapades. Sometimes he wishes the two of you would be caught. Would he stop driving himself into you? Not even he knows

Body worship is always present in the bedroom. He will spend countless hours worshipping every angle of your body and pampering them with kisses. You are simply divine to him and he will praise your divinity until his voice is hoarse and gone. This can often come across as teasing as he will engage in body worship but never touching you in the way that completely satisfies you. You are often left begging for him to touch you again and again. He does but he takes his time. Is he aware of what he's doing? Most definitely

SFW

One word. Manipulator. He knows what to say and how to say it to in order to get you going. He enjoys getting a rise out of you but it's alright though. He always makes up for it by lavishing his partner in lovely gifts

Speaking of those gifts, he expects you to wear them if they are something you can put on. He is quite fond of seeing you dressed in what he has gifted you. Fine jewels and garments? You best be wearing those so he can look upon you and know you are truly his

Jealousy isn't a word in his vocabulary, right? Wrong. Shang Tsung is a VERY envious man and this extends to you. If he could have it his way, you'd be the only person you'd talk to but he mustn't be so barbaric. No, no, instead if he sees you conversing with someone a little too much that person may just conveniently stop talking to you soon after. Why? No idea! Or at least that's what Shang Tsung says

NSFW

Bondage. Need I say more? No but I will. He loves using ropes and leather bindings in the bedroom. He uses them on you and himself. He is very fond of the feeling of leather on his skin and he is even more entranced by the marks it leaves on yours

Sex can vary from very fast and rough to very slow and taunting. Shang Tsung prefers to take his time with his partner. He wants them thoroughly used and satisfied. If you're going into the bedroom with him, expect to be there for awhile and to say your prayers because Shang Tsung loves to tease

He is anything but vanilla. He is always wanting to experiment with his partner. New positions, new kinks? He's up for them. He enjoys knowledge and knowledge includes bedroom practices. He's more than eager to try out all his finding on his partner. He makes sure they both have a grand time

SFW

He appreciates knowledge in a partner. He wants someone is who is wise and well read in various subjects. He wants to be able to hold deep conversations with his partner so if his partner is particularly gifted in a certain area, he wants to hear about it

Might not seem like it but he actually really enjoys walks under the stars and moonlight. There is something calming about it. When he worked in the mines, those stars and moon were his comfort and now he shares them with his partner

His love language is acts of service. Quan Chi had been so used to doing everything and slaving away in those mines. He appreciates when his partner does something for him. Not to say he wants them to slave over him but he likes when they do something for him. It is a nice change of pace

NSFW

Quan Chi does not often initiate sexual contact. He is almost aloof to it. His partner is almost always the one bringing up the idea of sex. When his partner does bring it up, Quan Chi, rather devilishly, is happy to indulge.

When with his partner, he particularly like laying his hands all over you. There is something about how your skin moves under his pressure that has him craving primal urges. It does not stop with touching he will grab. His favorite place? Your neck. The way you writhe and the way you gasp, there is no greater heaven

Another one of his favorites? Giving oral. He loves it. He loves how it makes you scream and shake. He watches you while his tongue pleasures you. He watches for the subtle and not so subtle changes to your expression. To see them is his greatest reward

[regularconvexheadcanons]

okaokayokay hELLO IT IS SCULK!SCAR ANON HERE AGAIN TO BRING YOU ANOTHER IDEA

Hear me out Hear me Out Hear Me Out

Scar first being from tcd and having the Worst chance of getting out of the server because all tech-ways had been damaged and broken beyond repair and knowledge for Scar to even try to figure out and the last resort being literally dying except his chance of his player self being wiped and becoming another mindless dead in the infected and *quarantined* server eventually burning a survival instinct in him he'll never be free from

And imagine the type of Feralness Scar has on Kingdomcraft before they're taken to Hermitcraft- all feral swipes and swings and flying fists that Do hit their targets no matter how sloppy it looks because he Has to be Good he Has to show he's not easy to take down he Has to prove hes capable- the few groups of survivors he'd been in- they didn't take kind to broken bones or someone suddenly unable to be as productive as before

And he works it all out in the most cathartic way imaginable - by fighting the other server members of course who aren't trying to harm but *spar* but *play* but *care* but *trust his ability*

But when Scars taken to the life games? When hes mellowed out, vexed, and certainly has a charm for tv?

They underestimate him

And at first it drives his need to be useful in the games, he wants to be a good friend right? Pranks and deals that mean nothing and alliances that aren't alliances right? The whole goal is to be the last one standing sillies! Of *course* nothing can be serious, of course you can say sorry, of *course* you're not going to live forever because it's a *game*

And then every game after stacks and stacks and stacks- and Scar can't access who and what he is as a vex by the purpose of being *fair* but maybe just m a y b e he needs to remind his so called friends that the Vex Choose, no one else, and they didn't even change who he was! Just made him left hesitant for what he always had been before they claimed him for their own, who had cooed and hissed and thrown him about after pampering Scar

And so he slips in his old but There and More Trustworthy than everyone else whos ever betrayed him in the series *instinct* and it's all Him

It's only fair he'd think, seeing as they turn the games slowly into something more serious than they were supposed to be, into something that meant actual life or death and they would condemn *him* for treating it like its not? For treating it all as it's truth?

He bites

Scar can't waste good food now can he?

Ooooooh!

I've been meaning to play with the idea of fitting Scar's TCD series into my headcanon (for those who don't know, Scar had a Minecraft series called 'The Crafting Dead' with a zombie apocalypse before Kingdomcraft and then Hermitcraft.)

1: Scar having a faulty communicator or code from TCD? That's such a cool idea, the thought he might glitch into a zombie after dying?

I'd imagine Scar asked Xisuma at some point about his past, and what might happen to him, and he definitely told Cub about everything he'd been through. I want to imagine there was a bit of a glitch in Scar's code because of it in Season 4, but the Vex just completely overrided it (because the Vex basically kill and resurrect players they like to make them vexlings, which would activate and then override any death glitch in some way). And Xisuma told Scar as much in Season 5, after they figured out the vex stuff.

3: Scar getting anxiety about whether he's an 'important assess' to a team, based on experience of TCD groups kicking out, or even killing, hurt players. This works so well as a reason why Scar feels so hurt and perhaps even scared by Grian calling him a bad soulmate after Double Life. Being told he's not good enough, and then pushed to be on his own because of it? It's a fear Scar thought he didn't have to face, and now he's facing it from Grian.

4: the Life Series would so bring back Scar's TCD instincts. And he would so treat it less seriously, and be alright breaking friendships and causing chaos, thinking it's nowhere near as bad. Scar knows the worst of the worst survival situations, and this isn't it. He's happy to play along, let the Vex control his actions a little because this is a safe place with friends.

And the vex push for more. The vex push for him to get fully possessed. They play on the fears they know Scar has, the instincts he has. And even though Grian and the watchers say no, Scar snaps.

His just snaps back into TCD instincts in Secret Life. He's been too soft. He lets himself use all the skills he learnt from TCD, and all the power and ruthlessness of the Vex in the final episode. He gets to win in his own right, by his own skill.

And Cub recognises all of this when the other Hermits describe Scar's behaviour, he always feared Scar was going to return to those instincts one day. And, when Scar's back from his several months of isolation, Cub has to pull him out of that survivor-TCD-mindset and back into happy, Hermitcraft Scar.

[the-sky-doge]

More desert duo head-cannons because they make me feral!

Grian looks to be avian and behaves like one and so Scar learned what sertin behaviours mean though didn't tell anyone until it was needed.

When Scar won Secret life he couldn't take being hit even in a friendly gesture so the hermits helped, no fighting till everyone could.

Scar has a tone of feathers from Grian, he knows what it means so he reciprocates in a Vex way though Grian hasn't caught on though Scar can wait.

When Scar knows Grians watching him he makes sure to be a tad more careful to ease the avian.

Grian often leaves food for Scar but refuses to take the countability for it.

Grian forgets to take care of himself a lot so Scar will randomly appear and pamper Grian for a whole day then leave.

Scar has a tiny replica of pizza the lama on his bed, it's a tiny plushy given to him by Grian as a kind of wining present.

Most of the hermits think they're dating though the few that know that there not joke about it a lot!

[lou-struck]

Your Beautiful Self

Asmodeus x Reader

Prompt: Spa Night

~This prompt is a part of my Comfort Milestone Event which you can find on my Welcome page

How is it possible to live in a house with seven other people and not see them for a whole week?

The answer to this question may have vexed you until this week when you have been up to your ears in work. 

You have run ragged through the Devildom doing not only your tasks but little things for others, barely having time to eat a sit-down meal or take a decent shower.

You feel bone tired and utterly disgusting. That along with the copious amount of stress you have felt this week makes you just want to break down.

Never before has shutting yourself in a dark room for a month sounded so appealing. 

Sitting makes you feel restless and moving about makes you feel exhausted. You need to find something to do with yourself that can make you feel less like a service and more like a person.

You hear a gentle knocking on your door followed by an airy voice calling to you through the wood. "MC Darling, it’s your favorite. May I come in?.”

"Come on in Asmo.” You call wondering what the Avatar of Lust is doing outside of your bedroom.

Dramatically he bursts through the doors sending you a radiant smile. It could just be your tired eyes, but he looks better than normal. Almost angelically so.

“There you are!” he says rushing towards you with outstretched arms, “I have missed you so much..”

He stops in his tracks and gets a good look at your neglected form.

“I know, I know.  I don’t look too pretty right now.” you sigh playfully. But still, you cast your eyes to the floor in shame.

“Darling, look at me,” he commands softly. His freshly shined shoes become visible in front of you. “To me, you are always beautiful, but you need to take care of yourself.”

Tears of shame well in your eyes as he speaks. “I’m just so tired Asmo,” you croak, hiding your face in your hands.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” he offers, gently pulling you into his embrace without a hint of hesitation. His sweater smells strongly of roses and expensive cologne but its familiarity puts you at ease.

“I don’t want to be a-”

“You are never a burden,” he interrupts as if reading your mind. “I’m gonna treat you to the most relaxing little spa day you have ever had,” he says.

Glancing up at him shyly you see that his peach-colored eyes hold only care in them, no disgust insight. With a nod you allow him to take your hand and walk you to his room so he can start pampering you in the way that you deserve.

~

The warm steam from the bathtub covers the many mirrors in Asmodeus' private bathroom. The heavy scent of the bubbles and flower petals you soak in washes over your overworks psyche.

At one point you believe you fell asleep. Your head resting safely against the bath pillow on the edge of the porcelain.

The Demon is not in the room with you. After drawing the bathtub he ducked away to give you a little privacy and grab some beauty products for your night of pampering.

Your fingers look like prunes by the time you get out of the tub but you feel clean and refreshed. You know you won’t feel at 100% until you’ve had a proper meal and a full night's sleep. But it’s a start.

Using one of Asmo’s plush towels, you dry off and slip on a new pair of silk pajamas he has laid out for you. The material feels cool against your skin as you pad into his bedroom to see what else he plans on doing for you.

“You look happy,” he coos, enveloping you and yet another bone-crushing hug. His contact fills another thing you have been lacking; physical touch.

“I feel much better; Thank you for the bath Asmodeus.” You mutter into his sleeve. 

“I hope next time the two of us can take a bath together,” he winks, pouring you a tall glass of fruit-infused water. “ Drink up Doll, you need to hydrate if you want your skin to glow like mine.”

You give him a playful eye roll and take a greedy gulp of the water its subtle sweetness dribbling down your chin.

“You spoil me,” you tell setting down the glass.

“Oh Darling,” he coos wiping your chin with a sweet-smelling tissue. “You have no idea what else I have planned for the two of us.”

~

When it comes to self-care, Asmodeus is a self-proclaimed god.

Every brush of face mask against your skin is feather-light and loving. It’s almost as if he is trying to seduce you with mud masks and pedicures.

You were so relaxed that if he asked you to marry him right then and there you would say yes on the spot.

Whenever you try to thank him, he smiles brightly and finds some untouched surface of your skin to kiss his eyes glassy with raw emotion. 

He always tells you that there’s no need to thank him and that you deserve to feel beautiful and pampered every day of your life.

The last thing you remember is the heavenly feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp before his humming puts you to sleep.

[ravendruid]

#6 from the fluff prompts, with perc’ahlia?

[Hi anon. Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!] The one who usually doesn't get sick gets sick.

Percy doesn’t usually sleep early, not when most nights are assaulted by nightmares and others by insomnia. Because of this, finding him in the kitchen boiling water is not a rare occurrence. Although he usually has the faded green tin of brown grounds next to him, ready to scoop spoon after spoon into the royal-purple mug, tonight he has a soft salmon-colored ceramic jar with herbs and flowers, a tea given to him by Keyleth as a wedding gift. He hums a quiet melody as he tumbles his fingers on the white marbled stone of the countertop, looking at the dark window with unfocused eyes so he doesn’t see his reflection in the black pane. The paleness of his skin is such a high contrast that one could easily consider him a ghost. 

As usual, the man’s mind is full of ideas, sketches, a tinkering to-do list for the next morning, worries and memories. He jumps from one to the other like a frog jumping on lily pads in a pond, some bringing him happiness, some concern, others sadness. It’s rare that he sits still to think nowadays, opting to busy himself with tinkering, paperwork, or, more often than everything else, his darling wife, whose stomach grows visibility every month. He snorts as the kettle’s whistle calls him back to the material world. Here he is, in his twenties, living a life he never thought he deserved: married to an amazingly beautiful and smart woman with his firstborn child on the way. 

Percy doesn’t dwell further on that feeling. Vex’ahlia needs him tonight, and he has no desire to let her wait more than she has to. A wave of sickness has been traveling through the castle, from server to server, and from all people, Vex, the epitome of health, had to be the one getting sick, as if being pregnant isn’t already bad enough. Like the kind-hearted man his parents taught him to be—Percy snickers again at the thought of a younger Percival considering himself a kind man—he trades the workshop for his bed chambers, his tools for the chamber pot, and the coffee at late hours of the evening for a calming tea.

“Vex’ahlia,” Percy calls softly in case his wife has finally fallen asleep. 

“Hm?”

Vex turns in bed, the damp sheets sticking to the swell of her stomach and breasts—much to his delight, Percy noticed one did not come without the other. She looks radiant still. Even with her dark hair falling off her braid, the dark circles growing larger underneath her eyes, and the beads of sweat that trickle down her neck to her exposed shoulders. Percy swallows hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“I brought you some tea. It should help you sleep, dear.”

“Thank you, darling.”

Percy notices Vex has more color to her cheeks than she had that morning. Her eyes are more focused as she takes the hot mug, twinkling under the candlelight on her nightstand. Percy raises his hand, slowly and carefully, giving Vex the opportunity to reject him, but she doesn’t—she never does—and he brushes his thumb along the apple of her cheeks as she slowly sips on her steaming herbal tea. She hums happily at the liquid that burns in her throat as her eyes crinkle up in a smile.

“I could get used to this,” Vex’ahlia must definitely be feeling better because her smugness is back. “Being pampered and taken care of.”

Percy snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “Dear, don’t I already pamper you enough?” He places a hand on her belly as if it helps make a point. Vex throws her head back with a laugh and nods. Her hand comes to meet his on the swell, and she leans in to press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek—not his lips, lest he fall sick next.

“Yeah, you do, dear. More than you should.”

[xfindingtrouble]

percy nsfw headcanons

leading up to his relationship with vex [ or any plotted relationships ], i don't think percy had a lot of time to think about sex during his ' i will kill everyone who's ever wronged me ' mission. of course, there were a few drunken fumbles but nothing mind-blowing. i think this partially because where would he have the time? he's a bit prickly, he's not gonna crawl into bed with just anyone. but i also think this because of a throwaway line where percy alludes to vex showing him the ropes [ I'll site it sometime when i find it again ]

i definitely think he's a switch / versatile but he is someone who prefers to be on the submissive end the first few times he's with someone. it's almost analytical, though i definitely think he is some flavor of touch starved / super physically sensitive so it can't quite stay that way. regardless he likes to follow his partner's lead a lot of the time because he can catch onto how they handle him / how to apply it if the roles were reversed if that makes sense?

i bring that up because i think percy is wildly experimental in bed & outside of it. i think he's up for most things, though certain topics may require more patience than others. i think he's spent a lot of his life sticking to smut books & has a repoitore of ideas but is more careful in executing them. fantasy is one thing, but the intimacy of trusting someone with that part of yourself is different... so he definitely likes a defined power dynamic. he likes a bit of planning a bit of discussion if they're doing anything too kinky. not saying that sex is like this every time but he likes to know what to expect while finding different ways to thrill & be thrilled

opinion: i think he would like being tied up. i think it would have to be with someone who he trusts with his life & it would be a very carefully planned out scene but percy is one for extremes. his body reacts extremely to being bound, so why not rewire that extreme reaction to something a bit more thrilling? a bit more fun? there was a conversation i had with someone once where we talked about him rewiring his brain in regards to that negative reaction & reclaiming it for his own which i think is something he would enjoy on several fronts.

man also Definitely makes sex toys. Especially if his partner alludes to liking some sort of sensation he thinks he can replicate. i think he would be mortified to buy any & would prefer they had a personal touch about them.

praise kink praise kink praise kink. giving or recieving. praise kink. someone tell him how good he's doing. let him tell your muse how lovely they look. he will lose his mind, simply

there are also plentyyy of other kinks i won't go into just know that it's more likely he wants to try new ideas than not. he has a few hard limits that he is not interested in but he's pretty immovable on those subjects. a lot of percy's love language is reflecting his partner's needs in whatever way he can & that translates here. i think a lot of the pleasure for him is in mutual satisfaction, he's there to serve whether he's in a more dominant or submissive role.

in regards to kink percy's sub-space can get pretty intense. he's sooooo high-strung most of the time that when he can trust someone to have that sort of control over him, he really commits. there's a bit of him that simply cannot help it when he's in the right hands

man can be a merciless dom given the chance. it's partially why he likes to see what someone likes taking on a dominant role before stepping into it himself. he likes pushing people & things all the way to the edge via whatever kinks & things they've agreed on or he's observed in them. man is wildly experimental & is up for most things, but doesn't expect his partner(s?) to share the sentiment.

aftercare king. he will pamper your muse after they sub for him, given the chance. he'll generally ask what works for them beforehand but he loves working someone out of their subspace through soft touches, snacks, bath time, whatever works for them he will do in excess.

if you ask about his sex life & he doesn't know he might be offended & embarassed. if you're a close friend, he'll probably tell you a bit too blatantly whats happening. it's all or nothing in this regard

[cimmeriana]

❛ table . to hoist my muse onto a table .

@lordgortrash

There was something about today that was absolutely vexing, as if all the lowerlings of the Flaming Fists lived to just piss her off. Be it them just being too abundant within Wyrm's Rock than she felt was usual to give them impression they were constantly underfoot, or maybe just because Melinoe was simply tired of the same faces every day saying the same pointless things. Truthfully, she wasn't sure how Gortash was able to stand looking at them all so frequently.

Maybe this was all just her headache affecting her mood. She hadn't felt an ache this badly since she'd fallen out of the nautiloid she'd be abducted in and had to swim to shore. Gods, it had been months since then hadn't it? Perhaps she was getting too comfortable and cushy in the city. Gortash definitely made sure of it that she would want for nothing.

The real truth of the matter then... the reason for the ache in her temples. She craved bloodshed. She craved the sweat of a hunt and the feel of flesh in her teeth. It had been a while since she was required to enter into any form of battle. Of course, the Melinoe was sure to keep up her skills by carving out time to train. But practicing didn't come with the same adrenaline rush.

To put it plainly, the Bhaalspawn was bored.

And, of course, today of all days, her most favorite companion to pastime with had fixated himself on his work. She hadn't seen him for most of the day, only when she'd awoken and gone to check up on him before doing her own little morning ritual of meditation and pampering herself.

Perhaps another visit was in order. Perhaps this time she could break his attention enough that he could help cure her boredom. But, more so than that, she did very much crave his touch and his taste.

To say Lina was unsurprised by the fact that he was entirely consumed by whatever scrolls of information laid out upon his desk would have been an understatement. She said nothing when she stepped in, sauntering her way within his personal space and slowly beginning to circle the archduke like a vulture.

He wasn't so consumed in his work not to notice her presence, nor to not notice her circling. And when he actually spoke to inquire in what manner she intended to try and steal away his attention this time, she couldn't help the mischievous grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. This was just a little game to her that they played. He so nobly focused on his work and his plans and his plotting and his fixing until he'd tired himself out furrowing his brow, but refusing to take himself for much needed rest, while she came in like a siren song on a gust of wind to tempt him astray.

❝ You've reclused yourself for quite some time now, my lord, ❞ she began with a purr, ❝ the wine is all but flat vinegar now and I see you hardly touched the plate I had the lowlings bring you. ❞ He remained unaffected, of course, studying a book now and comparing it to the scroll that previously had his attention.

—— ❝ Would you not consider a little break? I can provide a way for you to clear you head. And I do very, very much miss you. ❞ she laced a little whine to her tone, her head tilting as she leaned forward, bending at her waist to try and catch his gaze. Even so, he remained unaffected and visibly neutral the the softer feminine wiles she was attempting to utilize. Something about this struck a nerve in her, to have her presence balanced and managed secondary to something else.

He wasn't even fully paying attention to her flirtations and seductions, only half seeing her as his mind was full of the Flaming Fists and whatever complaints and suggestions are weak attempts of gaining his favor the nobles shoveled at him daily. This wouldn't do at all, especially not when her body was itching from untapped energy.

Her little temper the hidden sense of entitlement that came with it flared out as one of her hands quickly extended to give Gortash a firm shove backwards towards his chair. It was clear that this sudden outburst had taken him by surprise, but it also seemed to serve to clear away some of the enchantment his work held over him. She bent down at her waist once more, leaning towards him as an arm extended to set a palm against his chest to block him from standing again. ❝ Do I have your full attention now? Now that I've stopped asking so sweetly? ❞

Something about him seemed to change. Perhaps a mix of annoyance that she had put her hands on him how she had and by all rights forced him to sit down - her certainly wouldn't have allowed it if she had been one of the underlings - but maybe... something else. She honestly wasn't sure what, but the look in his eyes changed into something dark and the way he looked over her body made a shiver erupt in her spin. Then, his own smirk and beneath his breath she sword she heard him give an amused, "So very like you." Had she done this to him before? Waltzed into this very office and so rudely and selfishly demanded his attention?

Melinoe hardly had time to ponder before she felt his hands on her thighs as he so roughly flung her upon his desk. She landed with a small yelp of surprise, her heartbeat quickening as now it was he that loomed over her.

She had wanted his attention, hadn't she? Well, it seemed now she would most certainly be getting it. He pushed his way between her legs and immediately his lips claimed hers, her instinct to grab at him and pull him closer taking over her as she grazed her teeth upon his bottom lip.

❝ There you are... Are you going to punish me for being so insolent, Lord Enver? ❞

[ohdeare]

                      meet  james 'jim jr.' deare  !

                                 38 — DAYCARE TEACHER

favorite song? this is the day by the the sexuality: pansexual pronouns?: he/him big three?  gemini sun, aries moon, leo rising

from the moment he was born, jim jr.'s parents saw him as practically perfect. the two knew their chances at having a second child were slimming, so once they heard the news they'd be having a baby boy, they welcomed him into the home with open arms and everything he could ever ask for. it would be a lie to say jim jr. deare wasn't spoiled as a child, there was very little he could ask for that wasn't eventually given to him. life was great, he had a big sister to keep him company and nice parents who tended to every little need of his, there was very little to distress or vex him. he easily looked up to lilah, trying to follow in her footsteps on how to be all prim and proper like she was. he did the best he could, always falling a bit short in one area or another but he just needed some practice.

the family lived a very picturesque life, very peaceful in those early years. that was until the shock of lilah having a baby was brought up but james never saw it as the problem it might have been for everyone else. he saw it as the greatest news that he was going to be an uncle and having babies around to take care of sounded like tons of fun. jim jr. never concerned himself with the father of lilah's kids, he knew of the guy and the two had a couple of conversations but nothing ever stuck out to him. there was an initial shock when they'd broken up and even more when tristan moved in, but as his parents explained, they wanted to help him be the man they knew he could be. his parents tried to keep him oblivious with everything going on, and when it came to anything that related to tristan, he kind of was. however, siblings don't exactly keep things from each other so at the news of her dating some guy named collin, he was just happy to hear lilah was pursuing someone else that would make her happy. he thought things were going well with those two but then she got back together with tristan and he was left more confused than ever. but he'd trusted that his older sister knew best and if she really did love tristan then the guy was more than welcome to have a seat at the dinner table. when those two had another child, he was just as excited over this one as he was for the first two. he pampered all the kids the way his parents used to coddle him.

jim jr eventually grew up, he graduated high school with decent grades and took a gap year to see what was out there. the year came and went, then another year went by and another, suddenly he was 23 and finally ready to come home. just in time for the birth of lilah's fourth baby, too. there wasn't much thought on what he'd do once he got back home, he never enjoyed school so the thought of going to college sounded terrible. but he also did just spend a ton of his parent's money basically partying and playing tourist for the past couple of years so if college is what his parents wanted then that's where he'd go. he went in undecided and left after a year of studying to the realization that he really was not cut out for school life.

with nothing else to do, he took on small gigs around the neighborhood he grew up in such as house sitting, plant sitting and dog sitting. lots of sitting. but what he liked doing most of all was babysitting, he was good with kids, he had a natural charm for taking care of them and keeping them entertained. it helped that he had a lot of experience from helping raise his nieces and nephew. but his parents weren't exactly in love with the job title 'babysitter'. so he applied for a position at sunnyside daycare, there, he was able to do small tasks like cleaning and setting up lunches. he found out that if he wanted to get more involved he'd have to get a degree in early childhood education. so he did. he hated every second of studying and doing homework but he knew it was well worth it. since then, with his degree and higher position in sunnyside, he's able to do what he loves and can finally relax. maybe now he can get caught up with the rest of his family's lives, how much could he have missed?

HC’s:

was a premature baby and did get sick often as a young kid, but because he was so young he doesn't have any recollection of this. his parents just knew that his health needed to come first always.

there is not a mean bone in james' body, he's cordial with everyone and everyone seems to get along with him easily. he liked having friends the best when he would say something and they'd all laugh at a comment he'd make. not understanding that they were laughing at him, he kept on going because he didn't think anything was wrong.

nicest person alive, and well-intentioned at that but cannot, for the life of him, gauge when things could go bad. causes a lot of problems unintentionally but luck seems goes his way with his problems always resolving themselves (usually by someone else)

speaking of bad problems solved by someone else, right before he was set to go on his gap year travels, james did a funny thing and waged a good chunk of his 18th birthday money at oogie boogie's. he started off tame at the slots and actually got good money off those, the problem came when he started playing a couple rounds of poker, which he was doing surprisingly well at until he wasn't. he thought he knew what he was doing, he'd seen ocean's 11 a couple of times. everything went by so quickly and suddenly he'd owed the casino a lot of money that he did not have and his parents would kill him if he'd asked for their help but maybe the owner, oryan, himself would get to him first for owing so much. in a moment of desperation he called up tristan, who he knew worked at the casino, and asked for help. whatever tristan did got the casino off his back and he'd never have to speak a word about this ever again. it's the biggest secret he has and he kinda owes his life to tristan for helping him out.

really wants a family already but none of his partners seem to stick, he just gets very excited over a relationship because he thinks every single person he dates is 'the one'. so he gets a bit clingy and gets right into the whole conversation about having kids definitely way too soon

[soleminisanction]

(Pure, unadulterated feel-good comfort stuff, because sometimes you just need it. Post-episode 94 but spoilers are minimal.)

Vex'ahlia sleeps like the dead, blissfully free of dreams or emotions until she feels familiar, clever hands working at her armor. She groans, reluctant to return to consciousness, but can't deny the relief each time a piece of stiff, mud-caked leather is pulled from her aching skin.

So she lets Percy turn her, rolling from nearly face-down onto her side so he can reach the clasps down the front. He leans over her, bed creaking. His lips ghost across her temple and settle by her ear. "I've drawn a bath for you."

The very thought makes Vex groan again, half in longing and half in disgust. She's filthy. She knows it. Coming straight from a two-day hunt, covered in blood and debris, and falling immediately to sleep in her armor will do that. And after the fight with the Render, her body feels like one giant bruise. But taking a bath means waking up, leaving the cozy nest of her bed and walking, and right now she can barely open her eyes.

Percy makes a soothing sound, stroking grease- and blood-clogged hair from her face. "You've been asleep eighteen hours, dear."

"Don' wanna move.”

"You don't have to. Just let me take care of you."

She mumbles, permission granted, and he strips her, slow and gentle. He eases every piece of armor off her person with steady deliberation and arranges them all on the floor. The clothing beneath, sweat-soaked and crisp with blood, comes away in turn.

Left naked in the Whitestone chill, Vex curls into her sheets and searches blindly for the duvet. She finds Percival’s hand instead, guiding her arms back as he gathers her up and lifts her from the bed. Vex is hardly small for a half-elf, but she folds so easily into his arms that they might have been made to hold her. She curls against him, tucks her head beneath his chin and sighs, content.

He carries her from the bedroom, across an empty hall to the private baths, where there are multiple tubs. The first is clawed, meant for one person, easy to fill and drain as needed. The second could fit a dozen and is set into the floor, filled to the brim and flooding the room with lilac-scented steam. 

Percy lowers Vex into the clawed tub first, suds and water sloshing over the edge. The wondrous heat unknots her aching joints, leaving her limbs to tremble as they uncoil and stretch. She groans once more, this time in utter relief as warmth sinks into her bones.

She finally cracks open her eyes and sees Percy kneeling beside the tub in plain slacks and a button-down, glasses set aside as he rolls up his sleeves. There’s an intensity in his features as he picks over the arranged oils and soaps and imported sponges the same way he examines his workshop tools. To be the focus of that concentration sends a shiver down Vex’s spine.

For the next hour, Percy washes her. He massages his way down her back and arms, rubs her calves and her feet, and patiently works the knots from her shoulders. He drains and refills the tub twice to wash the grime away, pouring buckets of hot-too-hot-perfect water from the other bath over her aching form. He cycles through soaps, each better-smelling than the last, and dabs at the lingering bruises with healing infusions.

She hesitates to let him only once, when he reaches her hair, but the plait is too-thick with grease and dirt and needs as desperately to be washed as the rest of her.

(Had Vax even noticed? Or was he too obsessed with his self-imposed angst to care?)

Through it all they don't speak, except for short bursts like “Lean forward,” “Close your eyes” and “Tell me if it starts to hurt.” And that, that's exactly what she needs. All her doubts about the Hunt, her regrets and her failures and all her brother's moody pessimism are washed down the drain with the soap, dirt and mud. They’ll pile on again. They always do. But for now, she is scrubbed clean to her very soul and more relaxed than she's been since Raishan fell, utterly drained and boneless with exhaustion.

Percy drains the water, forehead damp with sweat and steam. He kisses her brow again, carding fingers through the last knots in her hair, and whispers, "Soak with me?"

Despite the heat and steam, the air in this room chills in comparison to the water. Vex stretches her limbs and back -- no longer aching, but numb with thorough relaxation -- along the slick metal tub before crooking her arms around Percy’s neck.

"Don't let me drown," she mumbles back, lips brushing his stubbly cheek.

Percy chuckles. “Perish the thought.”

He lifts her from the tub, crosses the room in three steps and kneels to set her on the edge of the sunken basin. The water, cooled now from near-boiling to warm perfection, rises to her knees. Percy steps away to shed his clothes and, despite her lazy exhaustion, Vex’ahlia can’t help but enjoy the show. He’s gone sweet-pink from the heat and work and the steam makes his pale skin shine.

He rejoins her at the edge once he’s fully nude and they sink in together, settling on the stone bench concealed below. Vex winds up in Percy’s lap with no intent to move. She feels the shape of him resting against her in a way that at any other time might be erotic. Tonight though, sex is the furthest thing from their minds.

She lays her head on his shoulder, breathing in the mixed scent of bath oils and his natural musk. Her hair pools in the warm bath, which folds in to welcome them with heat that makes her eyelids sink, then close.

“Talk pretty to me, Percy.”

He smiles, which she feels more than she sees, and shifts to bring them both close to the water’s surface without letting her head slip under. Combing fingers through her hair, he brings his lips to a pointed ear and begins whispering in Celestial.

Vex has no idea what it means, of course. It could be anything from a hymn or lullaby to old history or a dirty limerick.  But it’s hardly the meaning that matters. It’s the shape of the words and his rich, deep voice, singing through a song without notes that wraps around her brain and carries her, warm and safe, into the dark embrace of sleep.

When she wakes again, she's back in bed  Fresh, clean sheets caress her bare skin. An open window brings in a cool, sweet evening breeze. And she feels rested, almost new.

She rolls over to finds Percy on the floor, back in his slacks and shirt, steadily oiling her newly-cleaned jerkin. The rest of her armor, likewise pristine, waits beside him alongside a snoozing Trinket. She drapes an arm from the bed to stroke her lover's cheek. Percy stops his work and turns his head to kiss her fingers, soft and sweet. "How long was I out this time?" asks Vex, not daring to lift her words above a whisper lest her spell of peace be broken.

"Not very."

She raises an eyebrow, because her Percival is not known for short baths and that armor hardly cleaned and oiled itself. But he seems uninterested in elaborating and only presses another kiss to her knuckles and wrist before pushing it back towards the bed.

"It's still late. Rest, while you can."

She tangles their fingers together and tugs, refusing to let go. "Come to bed, love."

He shakes his head, but abandons the armor and oil without a fight. "As my lady commands.” 

He crawls in alongside her, shedding his shirt and putting out the candlelight as he goes. They lay together as the darkness closed in, bare back to bare chest, Vex’ahlia wrapped safe and adored in the arms of the man she loves.

Tomorrow, there will be change. There will be lessons and responsibilities and the trappings of nobility like she’s never known. Her mistakes and her regrets and her unknown future will be waiting. 

But tonight, the smell of the bath yet clings to their skin. She is safe and she is warm, and she thinks that she could take on anything, even an army of Grey Renders, so long as this is always waiting for her after.

[vex-bittys]

A swarm of skiders and corvirbs bursts through the door, Egnus and a shrunken Nawat taking over the nursery as other skiders kidnap Edgar, while a group of Corvirbs kidnap Vex! Both are being taken away for a day of pampering, good food, and relaxation.

*Vex slouches at the front desk, blinking tired eyes after a long night of insomnia. Edgar corrals little ones in the nursery. There are lots of hatchlings now that so many adoptions are taking place again, and he looks a bit harried as the wee lamias scatter in every direction. Thankfully, help has arrived!

*The hatchlings celebrate, sure that Edgar’s departure means more fun and less rules. Unfortunately they still have to put on clean clothes and eat breakfast, but they agree to a bath later in exchange for skider rides, a deal which is accepted!

*Edgar returns to the nursery later, full of food and feeling pretty darn rejuvenated. When he peers into the nursery, he sees kind corvirbs tucking the little lamias into bed while Egnus and Nawat read them a story to help them sleep, taking turns with the voices. Edgar settles in with his beloved hatchlings and they drowsily lean against him, greeting him with beeps, peeps... and gentle snores.

*Vex does not return to the shop that night. She’s actually catching up on some much needed sleep and allowing her friends from the @wild-things-bitty-shop to handle things for her.

[nochiquinn]

legend of vox machina episode 7: scanbo OR it’s only comic relief until it stops being funny

I got so excited when I saw the title of this episode

all the reactors I've seen thought stonefell was anders on account of the weird cut/camera focus when percy was talking about them

yes your honor I would die for cassandra de rolo

she does sound moderately like a fable npc

mala: that was an assassination attempt

anders is built like a pear on a barbecue fork

like okay. he's not wrong about the baby de rolos being pampered b u t that's not THEIR fault. kids are never responsible for the situation they were born or brought into, only with what they do with it once they're old enough to develop agency. he's just lashing out at them bc they're easy targets. and papa de rolo is right, it's NOT his job, and if it's not an urgent "everything's gonna blow up if we don't do this" matter he shouldn't have kept pushing. also don't bitch about your students' parents in front of them, let alone directly TO them.

okay I'm done now we can continue

I did NOT see the nails holding keyleth's effigy's antlers in place until mica pointed it out and for the record: I hate it

"I assure you, I'm in control" press x to doubt

his hair is getting a lot fluffier/less coiffed as time goes on (good)

"if you turn that thing on any of us again, I will not hesitate, I will kill you"

imagine knowing what percy's guns can do, even if you don't know what they are, and seeing him use them brutally and mercilessly on two prone, helpless people in two days (never mind what they all knew stonefell was and what he did), and now he's leaking smoke and his eyes are black from corner to corner and he's pointing it at you. and if he'll point it at you, his teammate (you'd like to think friend), who won't he point it at? vex? keyleth? and the only way you know to stop him is to put him down.

there's gonna be a lot of meta/fic in these next few recaps and I refuse to apologize

this means he kept the de rolo crest buttons this whole time

I love how they visualized this. just this whole sequence with the hammers and the barrel clicking

how'd he get a forge tho

scanlan

mala pointed out this is how early scanlan deals with dark shit, is to make a joke out of it, but has no filter on when it's appropriate to say it out loud

pours one out for matthew mccoughnatree

this is a really nice sequence tho

when keyleth's ambition outstrips her control

"who's the sixth barrel for?" props to whoever it was caught percy's shadow

I wasn't sure ale would put out a fire instead of dousing it but it probably has a pretty low alcohol content compared to like vodka

it's like dousing a fire with natty light

vax actively countering vex instead of just sniping at her

"this is bigger than all your personal shite" I mean yes but I would like more of the personal shite

s c a n l a n

like he has one job and that's fucking with everyone but. scanlan.

can archie like. wipe his face. it wasn't bothering me until mala pointed it out.

venkman

"let. me. be. ANNOYING." huge tiktok audio potential

me: oh no is this a musical episode mala: it was threatened

this was INTENSELY unneccesary

CrItIcAl RoLe WaS nEvEr ThIs CrAsS

D&D GUARDS

I'm sorry, they're clearly playing bunions and flagons

blink? I assume?

"how would this ever help?" idk if you needed to get inside a dragon

nut check WITH the gauntlet

I remember the fire breath being much more controlled in the stream, I am probably remembering wrong.

scanlan: literally a thirteen year old

yes. YES. the triceratops is LOOSE.

doors: the only thing to stop a charging triceratops

"who let that sex-crazed gnome do this solo?" "uh...you?" "never listen to me again."

"excellent plan, vox machina" "I mean that is what we're known for" rank lies

"I was dead yesterday, remember? can only improve from here."

tbf the DOOR wasn't trapped. just the everything else.

I just love how bigby's scanlan's hand has been used in the show, much more versatile than I remember it being in the stream

(or it was just so ubiquitious in the stream I stopped appreciating it properly)

you have activated GrogRage™

"oh man, they are fucked now"

mala pointed out vex and keyleth still work together in battle, regardless of their personal squabbles. they can hate each other later when they're still alive.

(also probably helps that keyleth actually has no beef with vex, and is likely absolutely bewildered at the way vex has been treating her lately)

COCK LIGHTNING

no! double-tap! confirm the kill!

"good show, scanlan."

I legitimately loved vax running in ahead to find anders (and percy beating the shit out of him for it later) but this does make more narrative sense

"let her go and we can discuss a future where you're still breathing."

hey show what the fuck

hey show what the Fuck

[yemme]

Good Girls ~ Beth’s Shame

Beth’s punishment isn’t the physical that we see it’s the shame she feels.  Once again Rio has walked right into her home as though he has a key.  This time he has evidence someone’s been disloyal.  From the moment he hushed her she’s confused but as he steps close she bats her eyelashes as to say come hither.  Up until he grabs and starts to undress her then she gets mad and the light clicks in her brain when she gets the stare.  She’s mad about his approach but then realizes she has to play innocent so go ahead and do what you need to.  She stomps her feet like a 2 year old and pulled up her pampers.  She is vexed at Rio when she is the one responsible.  He’s enjoying the view and she’s still in shock this is happening to her.  He makes the decision to degrade her even further because he knows she’s guilty.  This is her mess and she has to clean it up.  He nods to taker her bra off.  2nd gif is her disbelief he would do that to her (In a nonsexual setting.)  3rd gif she swallows hard because she finally gets that she’s nothing but a variable in his equation.  As special as she thought she was she’s just means to an end.  She’s scared/hurt and the 3rd gif shows her pout in sadness like the child she is as her eyes start to tear up even more because she knows she has to do this to gain his trust.  The trust she has completely lost.  Now were the panties necessary, no.  But he let her know take the pants off too since you want to play games.  In that scene she tries to take back control of the situation by showing no fear or shame.  Even though Beth’s punishment has left him thirsty he had to do it.  He reprimanded her.  She still has the mentality of being a mother and not a criminal even though Rio should be her constant reminder. 

Rio knows what he has to do and that’s to make Beth/Banker a part of his entourage.  Make her a part of the fabric and she can’t turn on him so easily... especially when she meets his mother/boss.

[darknessisafriend]

Can you do some Commodus smut, please? I’m missing my kingggg ❤️

And here you go for Commodus smut! I love our Emperor so much, I can’t stop writing him! <3<3 I hope you will enjoy it, it got a bit kinky^^ 

The One rule:

“Good day ladies and boys! I hope you are all doing well today.” Said Commodus with a charming smile as he entered his harem, his icy eyes scanning the room; three hundred of his men and women who were only there to pleasure him and bring him comfort when he needed; perfect. And it wasn’t so bad, they could basically do anything they wanted in their free time, being educated, relaxing, and as the privileged of the Emperor, they could get anything they wanted, he always made sure to pamper his darlings. They all smiled and bowed to the handsome Emperor, a passionate man who was not to be fooled and who could kill when vexed. But he was a good lover, very good, who knew how to reciprocate the pleasure he received, who was generous, benevolent and even tender with those he appreciated the most. As long as you respected the rules established, whatever they were, everything went well.

“Who would please you today, Caesar?” asked the eunuch who watched after the harem.

“I am looking for my favorite.” he smiled, he was eager to see you and spend time with you. In dark corners some would say he had fallen in love with you, lately you were the only one he asked for. But no one would ever dare to say it aloud, the Emperor was very private about his harem and it was forbidden to anyone to mention it and even less when it came to you, his most precious possession.

“Y/N? Let’s see where she is…” the man bowed to the Emperor and went to look for the woman he desired and Commodus decided to do the same, hoping to surprise you. Perhaps you were having a bath, putting on makeup, reading…he was curious. He kept his impatience inside, it could be fun, search for you, he felt like a predator looking for his prey…you were a rare bird, beautiful, smart, strong-willed; he was addicted to you.  

As he silently walked in the corridors of the harem, he heard noises and a man such as himself instantly recognized moans of pleasure. His blood started to boil in his veins, the one rule that was not to break was being broken. Quickly, he found the direction of the noises and came bursting into the room and here you were, his favorite girl, betraying him by breaking the unique rule, receiving pleasure from something else than him, pleasuring yourself.

You jumped when someone burst in your room, and you looked at Commodus in fear as your recognized him, he was furious.

“Commo-…!” you couldn’t say more that he had crossed the distance that separated him from you, he seized your chin, looking at you in the eyes.

“Don’t call me by my name! not when you have broken the only rule you had! Only I can give you the pleasure you seek, have you forgotten?”

“No, Caesar.” You tried to shake your head; you didn’t think he would catch you.

“And you are lying to your Caesar. If you remembered, you wouldn’t have dared to pleasure yourself. I think a good reminder is needed.” His eyes were burning, and a sly grin formed on his lips, you didn’t know whatever to be afraid or excited, but you knew you would regret your mistake. The Emperor soon dragged you out of the harem, not caring about how uncovered you were, but after all, people knew that if they laid their eyes on the favorite, they would die in the following minute.

“I don’t want to be disturbed. Under no circumstances!” he said as he crossed the door leading to his quarters. The guards nodded and closed the doors, whatever happened, you would be at the mercy of the Emperor and no one would intervene…

Commodus threw you on the bed “Take off the rest of your clothes.” He ordered you as he angrily paced in the room, why would YOU, of all of them, betray him, the one he lo-…preferred. You didn’t protest and undressed, you had all the liberties and privileges you wanted against one simple rule…and you had failed, succumbed to temptation.

From the corner of his eyes he noticed you were finally naked and he stopped, his eyes detailing your body, damn you were gorgeous, he would even dare to say you were more beautiful than Venus herself.  However, you felt almost uneasy, intimidated by his intense look “Lie down, and don’t move.” He ordered you next, his tone dangerously low. You quickly obeyed, not wanting to anger him more, you laid still, waiting for him to do whatever went through his mind. Before you could think further, he sat astride you, his weight on your body preventing you from escaping him, pressing his hardness against your core, made you moan in need but he ignored it. You watched him as he took off his neck scarf and then grabbing your wrist, tying them together above your head with the piece of cloth, tightly enough for you to feel punished. He brought his lips closer to your mouth but never kissing you “I am going to make you regret your insolence.” He said in a dangerously calm tone; you wouldn’t know him, you would fear for your life, but Commodus knew the arts of punishment, in its many forms…

“I’m sorry Caesar, I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, he put his index on your lips to shush you.

“I am not asking you to apologize Y/N. It’s too late for that. Now, I forbid you to talk unless I ask you to. Clear?”

You nodded vividly “Yes, Caesar.” And he pulled back, his eyes detailing your naked body once again, all the marks of arousal were still present on your body, your nipples hard, your pupils dilated, you were se beautiful when you felt pleasure; a shame this time it wasn’t because of him, he didn’t like it at all and had to change that.

“Only I have the right to arouse you.” With his fingertips, he brushed over your so inviting nipples, watching your breath quicken as his fingers slowly slid down your body, your lower belly and stopping right above your pelvis, your eyes didn’t leave his hand, how bad you wanted him to touch you more, by reflex you lifted up your hips which made him chuckle.

“Tsktsk…so impatient already my dear.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval, a sadistic grin on his face before spreading your legs to have a full view on your womanhood. You couldn’t help but blush, despite being used to be intimate with the Emperor, his intense and hungry look on your private parts was…overwhelming and you found yourself quite ashamed of your state, wet and eagerly waiting for satisfaction.

You watched as Commodus lowered himself on you; you already knew he wouldn’t take off one single piece of clothing, simply because you would like it too much to see him naked. You swallowed down as he started to place slow, languishing kisses on your thighs, moving closer to your womanhood, inch by inch, your inner thighs, then your pelvis, his kisses lingering on your skin for long seconds, he inhaled your scent, the one that made him crazy like an animal.

“Oh Y/N why must you do this to me…” he groaned, he craved to fuck you and yet, because of your disobedience he had to punish you, not able to enjoy you as much as he wanted.  “Your pussy is Caesar’s, just mine…not even yours. Mine.” He tilted his head and kissed it full mouth, making you gasp in surprise, oh by the gods, that mouth! You clenched your fists, pulling on your binds as if to free yourself, you wanted to bury your fingers in his dark locks. You whimpered as he slowly licked from down to up, the tip of his tongue teasing your hole, how bad you wanted him inside you but he would not even finger you, especially in that mood.

“None of them taste like you do…you are intoxicating….addictive…” he murmured between laps, his hands maintaining your legs wide open, amused by how you kept moving your hips in need. You closed your eyes, starting to moan as he lightly sucked your clitoris.

“Oh C-…!” his name died in your throat, remembering his order, you much preferred his torture rather than having him not touching you at all. And as a warning, his tongue stopped its work for long seconds, you let out little cries, desperate for more. Commodus watched you from between your thighs, pleased by the despair he generated in you.

“Feel it Y/N this pleasure, this craving for satisfaction…only I can give it to you.” He murmured against you core before continuing again, skillfully licking and sucking the sensitive skin, making you moan again and more and more, louder each time, you wanted to scream his name, your Emperor to whom you were so devoted to. You squinted your eyes shut, your mouth agape as you felt him moan while pleasuring you, it was known, Commodus loved pleasuring with his mouth, to taste those he desired and it excited him beyond reason.

And how much he loved your taste, he could do this all day along and forever, you made him lose his mind. And how unfortunate it was that he had to punish you and just as he felt you were about to climax, he stopped, moving his mouth away from your soft spot.

“Com- Caesar please!” you cried out in frustration, tears prickling in your eyes, you heart was racing and you rocked your hips in hope for satisfaction but nothing, he didn’t touch you and instead watched you with some satisfaction. You were so sorry, you just wanted him!

“Oh I will please my little dove but before that…tell me who were you thinking about as you disobeyed me. And then I will decide the end of this…” His hand went to your womanhood, the tip of his fingers teasingly brushing over your clit, he knew how to make you talk and he could keep it going for hours. You whimpered, a tear running along your cheek, you just wanted to beg him to grant you orgasm.

“I-I….was thinking about you Caesar…always…only you.” You answered honestly, your voice trembling. He briefly froze, surprised by your words. He was flattered and almost felt dumb, actually you had never betrayed him, he occupied your thoughts constantly, you only had desire for him and even in pleasuring yourself, you only allowed the thought of him to grant you this pleasure. “I-I’m so sorry Caesar…I wanted you so much and I didn’t want to disturb you in your work..I-” he didn’t let you finish you apology that his mouth was between your thighs again, he was eagerly continuing his divine work on you but this time he won’t deny you what you sought. What a fool he had been!

“You have been such a good girl, my dear…so good!” he said as he pleasured you, getting lost in his actions, his arousal was at its peak, terribly excited by your confession and how much you craved him. And soon you came, in a relieving scream of liberation, finally free from all this desire you had trapped inside you and Commodus followed you, your only pleasure made him come. You panted, recovering your breath for long seconds and starring into each other’s eyes.

Before he pulled on the knot of your bindings and freed you, happily letting you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers burying in his locks “Thank you, Commodus.” You breathed with a pleased smiled and he grinned in return, you had the most beautiful expression on your face each time he made love to you.

“Next time you desire me so much Y/N. Have a eunuch call for me.” He leant closer to you, capturing your lips for one of his very tender kisses “It will be a pleasure for me to fill in all your desires.” He promised you softly, and here’s why you loved him so much, a man of extremes, capable of violence and sadism and yet would be the most possessive and tender lover.

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[ravendruid]

Hello!! Can I get “can you repeat that? i wasn't listening.” for perc’ahalia please? Thank you!

Hi!!! Thank you so much for the prompt <3 This drabble is set a few years after the end of Campaign 1. I hope you like it *sweats nervously*.

Can you repeat that? I wasn't listening.

Percival had never been one to enjoy a ball, especially not when his family was still alive, as it meant he had to be taken away from his research. Nowadays, Percy turned a blind eye to them, as his wife enjoyed the hosting and the preparation of the horrid dances, and whatever made her happy made him happy. Which is what Vex was doing, talking his ear off again about drapes and candles, what he would be wearing, and how Vesper needed a new dress because of her growth spurt since the last ball, among many other boring details that Percy was not paying attention to. 

Truthfully, his mind was in the basement of the castle, in his workshop, to be more specific. Percy was so close to finishing a project that he had been working on for months, all because of a tiny detail that had derailed his entire work, which was close to being done. Percy couldn’t stop thinking about it – the process, the design, and the modifications – his thoughts flowing faster than a bullet aiming for its target. And so, he was only vaguely aware that Vex’ahlia was asking him something when he saw a hand wave in front of his face. 

“Percival, darling?”

“I’m sorry, dearest. Can you repeat that? I wasn’t listening,” He confessed, his cheeks turning a light pink.

Vex’ahlia rolled her eyes at him, closing the book on her lap. She was still wearing her hunting gear, and Trinket was plopped down on the rug at her feet, his loud snores slightly shaking the wooden floors. 

“Where were you, darling?” Vex asked softly, placing a kind hand on his arm. “You’ve been gone for so long.” She knew him so well it was a shock to him that she hadn’t said anything sooner.

“I’m sorry, dear. I was thinking about a project that I have been working on. I’m close to completing it, which has been bothering me for days.”

“I see. Well, off you go, then. I do not want to be the one to steal you away from your workshop.” She smiled. 

Oh, what had he done to deserve this woman? Vex’ahlia was always so supportive of him and his projects, always ready to send him off to his workshop whenever she noticed his mind wandering, but, at the same time, always the first to step in and bring him out of it, making sure he ate, slept, and spend time with her and their daughter. Percy didn’t deserve her, he never had, not with all the bad things he had done in his life, yet she still loved him after all these years. 

“I will see to it that you are well compensated for this, dear.” Percy leaned in to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“I will hold you accountable for that, Percival.” Vex winked at him in reply, and the light blush that had started to vanish from his cheeks returned, far warmer and redder. He knew she would. It would not be of Vex’ahlia to let go of the opportunity to be pampered by him. 

Feeling much lighter and not so guilty about ignoring Vex, Percy was able to finish the last details of his project that night, so once Vesper was successfully put to sleep in the other wing of the castle, Percy sauntered to his and Vex’s bedroom with a bottle of courage in one hand behind his back and his creation in the other, ready to compensate his wonderful wife for all the patience and care she bestowed upon him every day.

[ravenquingvax]

Feeling pretty sick guys, ngl.

And all I can think about is of how the twins would deal with getting sick over the years.

I imagine that while still living with Elaina in Byroden, if one got sick the other would always "be sick" too, the healthy twin pretending to be sick as well so they wouldn't have to be separated all day.

I also headcanon that Vax got sick more than Vex, like myself, so while he grew up enjoying playing tag, football and similar games outside with his sister and their friends, he probably ended up inside unwell a lot.

Then in Syngorn, i picture Syldor trying to keep the twins apart as Vax "was a bad influence" on Vex.

So when one got sick, they couldn't keep each other company as much as they'd like to. In fact, I can imagine Syldor forcing the sick kid to be isolated, possibly even locking them in their room until they're well again.

So while they could always talk through their doors to eachother, the twins would have saw each other a lot less while in Syngorn.

After running away, I imagine Vex trying to take on a more motherly role for Vax as Vax struggled to keep from getting ill out on the road.

But whenever Vex got sick instead, Vax would actually be even more of a mother hen.

And if they both got sick? Well, it would take longer to get well for both of them and Vex would probably have to care for Vax on top of herself as he had a harder time with it.

Then comes Vox Machina.

I can imagine, in the early days, that the twins would try to tough it out without help, but that maybe Keyleth and later Pike & Percy would actively try to look after them, too.

I see Percy turning into that "asshole" sibling constantly pestering you with tissues, cough medicine, blankets, soup, water and the likes.

Pike would be very serious and cautious about it, talking gently and lightly coaxing you into doing/taking whatever you need to do to get better.

While Keyleth would use herbal remedies to lessen your symptoms, maybe rub your back for you, and would try to distract you from how miserable it is being sick makes you feel like.

I can also see Scanlan performing songs, telling funny stories and listing of dad jokes to cheer you up.

While Grog would offer to fight your sickness for you (in that sweet and well meant "I'll beat it up for ya" way) while also being heavily grossed out whenever you cough or sneeze near him ("Grog, you're whole thing is blood", "yeah, blood, not the other body stuff!")

And this would probably intimidate the twins at first, especially in the early days when they only trusted each other, but I see Vex growing to love being pampered while sick

Though I see Vax being easily overwhelmed if he's take care of in such a smothering fashion, especially if Vex is also caring for him

She can be very invasive and hands on, complaining the whole time but reassuring Vax everything will be fine

Vax himself is more of a quiet and gentle carer, hovering at all times out of anxiety but doing his best to not overwhelm you while you feel like crap - He gets it, being sick is the worst and you don't want treated like a zoo animal

And now I'm thinking about when Vax was ill from Hotis'curse after Hotis failed to assassinate Vax in Whitestone

Imagine they hadn't been able to magically cure it?

Poor Vax would have been in utter hell (ha) with the sickness + the new trauma + the new trust issues (what if Hotis cane back pretending to be Pike or something so he could get Vax alone pretending he's Pike doing a check up on Vax??)

The point of all of this is basically just

I'm sick and miserable and I'm self projecting on Vax again