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My liege im sorry to break it to you but your advisor that's actually evil and wants you dead turned out to be straight. I know you really wanted to have an enemies to lovers situation with him. Yeah I'm afraid the poisoning didn't hold any romantic intent behind it. The king of the enemy kingdom is bisexual though, I could send him a letter? Yes, I'll make sure to include multiple threats of homoerotic nature. You will have your toxic yaoi, my liege
"why do you even want romance in an rpg, go play a dating sim-"
I like little whimsical romances!! I like the magical experience of seeing two characters fall in love among a bigger complex world!! I love romance! I love giving love to the one character who is not expecting!! IT IS A CHOICE, AND I CHOOSE IT
i can't express how absolutely important it is that when you make an edgy, brooding, badass character who's tough as nails and good at fighting and whatever, you HAVE to give them at least one reason to become completely helpless and pathetic. you have a panic attack quota to fulfill.
also have you seen backrooms bc I'm having Thoughts about trapping mercer for my own amusement
i am unfortunately not a monster guy anymore. breaks my heart to have brand loyalty but i am exclusively a red bull enjoyer.
i haven't seen it yet (i'm a baby about horror movies in theaters, have to watch them at home) but i want to. mercer is the perfect character, torment that man!!! torture him!!!
rune would be a gentle lover. which is exactly why brynjolf needs to pound him in the ass. hard.
God you're so right.
nsfw below the cut. explicit sexual content - minors shouldn't read or interact with this post in any way.
Rune would be so soft. So sweet, feathering kisses across his partner's face. Painstakingly slow to ensure they feel every roll of his hips. Calloused hands tracing a body he's praised endless times. Something tender and vulnerable, never just a quick fuck.
He likes to move slow. To savor every second of his time with a partner. Lavishing them with love and affection. He's accustomed to making love, plenty of kisses and praise exchanged.
Brynjolf's forearm flexing around his throat allows none of that. Rune's scrambling for something, anything he can anchor himself to. The bedsheets are ripped off but Brynjolf doesn't relent. Just a steady, mean rhythm of his hips against Rune's ass.
"Fuck, Bryn -" Rune's breathless, head swimming with pleasure. Sweat and cum are drying on his skin but Brynjolf's stamina is seemingly endless.
"Yeah?" He's breathless, a messy kiss pressed behind Rune's ear.
"Don't you wanna slow down?"
Doesn't he want to enjoy this? Brynjolf fucks him like he wants it to be over, like both of them orgasming is the only goal. It feels good but Rune's poor heart feels heavy in his chest.
"'Said you wanted me to fuck you, lad." Somehow Rune's face heats - how the hell is he embarrassed? Brynjolf's got him pinned to a mattress and has fucked him through multiple orgasms but this makes him blush?
It had been a slip of the tongue. A drunken joke that Rune didn't think anyone would notice the hint of truth in. He'd been all too aware of Brynjolf's intense gaze as the evening wore on, terrified that he'd offended an old friend.
"Which one of 'em would you fuck?" Delvin had prompted, clearly insinuating one of the women in their Guild.
"Brynjolf, obviously." He'd earned so many laughs with what he thought passed as a joke. Clearly not everyone fell for it.
It's like Brynjolf's trying to fucking break him. Rune's thighs burn and his lower back's sore but it feels too good to complain. Once again that thick bicep flexes around his throat, Brynjolf's cock pounding so deep Rune's eyes roll back.
"You need me to slow down?" He's murmuring into Rune's ear and a rush of pleasure drowns out all his apprehension.
"No, I don't - I,"
Rune can't vocalize it. How the hell can he say that this isn't how he'd pictured this? He'd fantasized about his fingers combing through soft red hair and whispering sweet admissions into freckled skin. Tasting what Brynjolf's kisses taste like. Not just being fucked by his friend but being adored by him.
"We'll go slow next time." Brynjolf's grunt shocks Rune. Arousal twists deep in his gut at the knowledge - there's going to be a next time. Brynjolf buries his face in Rune's throat, hot breaths panted against his bare shoulder.
Rune can't deny that this feels good too. Brynjolf fucking him like he hates him, mean and harsh. Gasps of his name puffed out against his sweaty skin. One strong hand flattens between his shoulder blades and Rune sucks in a deep breath, cock rutting into the mattress because he's so close.
"You gonna cum again?" He sounds so fucking mean. It shouldn't make Rune shiver to be taunted like that. He's nodding, lips parted and whining Brynjolf's name. This orgasm is weaker than his last, his body exhausted and shuddering. Brynjolf's touch is everywhere, nimble fingers on his back and hips and cock throbbing deep inside him.
"Good lad." Brynjolf's voice almost sounds sweet for a moment. Rune's wrecked, too lost in wave after wave of pleasure to internalize the praise.
Next time he'll take charge. He'll kiss and touch Brynjolf to his heart's content, fulfilling all those dreamy fantasies. It will be slow, romantic, all the things Rune loves so dearly.
