⋆｡˚𖦹 My name is Alurite. 20 years old and I'm black. Account ran by @lunes-interlude. I am always open to feedback and criticism is appreciated. My pronouns are he/him or it/he. Note: I have AuDHD; please be direct but polite towards me. This blog can be 18+ at times so minors please do not read or interact with my nsfw work. My nsfw tag is 'diagoth ; after midnight, please block it if you don't like/feel comfortable with nsfw writing!! ♥︎
currently interested in: Moira (ow2), original characters, wolverine,
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{A/N: I wanted to write a round two where you ride him, cowgirl-style, but it got too long. Hopefully I'll post a part 2 (bulletin) and some fluff if this gets enough notes. This took like a week or two to write because I was on and off again my bad, getting back into writing again! Also do not expect a fic this long anytime soon unless its the Clark Kent stuff I'm working on (JK!) There were some things I had to exclude unfortunately so I will include it in the part 2. Tag me if you see a grammar mistake IMMEDIATELY!}
{A/N 2: I had everything indented with some pretty ass pngs as little visuals but tumblr is such POS it crashed when I fixed it smh.!}
Imagine being a lone traveler sent on a quest to collect flowers for a warlock’s potion. He needed a vial of flowers for a brew he was making and had sent you to collect them for him due to how far it was. Being eager to earn more gold and acquire more experience for yourself, you decided to accept the task. It took only six days from your departure to you collecting the flowers, to you now returning. It would only take you one more day for you to return to your destination, however, crossing the bridge from where you came from isn't a viable option, and you certainly couldn't cross the Cornium forest by yourself. The forest would be the quickest way but due to how dark it gets at night, combined with the scent of the flowers attracting magical predators, you decided it would be in your best interest if you hired a bodyguard to accompany you.
You set aside a small amount of gold for the being you decided to employ--one hundred gold pieces. Eight hundred fifty-five pieces and some silver bits were enough to compensate you for the minor troubles you went through. It only took you a few hours of searching for you to come across a small outpost. The worker posted there informed you that there was an ex-Lycan guard posted up ahead. He warned you of the creature’s odd behavior, you didn’t mind. All you needed was someone to guard you as you trekked through the forest at night and a lycan would be the perfect fit.
The nose of wolfkin is infamous–being able to track prey from miles away, giving them a hunting and defensive advantage. Many people have testified that these beings' supernatural sense of smell have detected poisons in foods and solved missing people cases. You hoped the wolf ahead was of decent character, you didn’t want to start any fights and were hoping to maybe gain some insight on wolfkin. After all, this would be your very first time encountering someone of wolfkind, you were happy to gain new knowledge on them! Half an hour went by until you saw him. The sun, which was now about to go down, shone greatly onto the creature. Its golden rays highlighting even the darkest parts of his fur.
You approached him slowly, your weapon slung behind your back and both your hands rested by your thighs. He stood–arms crossed, leaning against a tree, soaking up the remaining sunlight. His ears twitched repeatedly as your footsteps grew closer. He didn’t open his eyes until you spoke.
“Hi there, I saw your job request posted on the board back there. I was wondering if you would accompany me on my journey? It’s not far, maybe only a day’s walk from here.” You stated in a pleasant manner.
“You willing to pay?” He inquired in a low voice.
“Of course!” You answered, “Once you join me and get me through the forest safely, I’m willing to pay you one hundred pieces.” You continued on.
The lycan paused for a bit, thinking to himself quietly.
“Fine, I’ll join you.” The creature you enlisted now followed you on your journey. “Although, I am curious to know why a simple being like yourself can’t use mana to light your way through the night.” He remarked.
Your eyes glanced briefly downwards to the pouch strapped to your side. The spells you learned were for enchanting magical weapons only, you never bothered to learn other spells. “Magic just isn’t my strong suit.” You responded. Truthful, but also makes you feel a little weak. What kind of person can’t cast an illumination spell? Having to study magic for hours on end with little reward combined with the uncomfortable feeling it leaves your body turns you away. Earnest work comes from traditional fighting, you believed. For a person like yourself, sword-fighting was your forte and you could never imagine wasting a skill like that just to wave around a measly wand.
The master you worked under was especially skilled in using magic alongside sword-fighting. She taught you some of the most detrimental skills you know and equipped you with a sword she obtained during her time as a young woman. The knowledge she gave to you has helped you avoid trouble more than often not. ‘Overconfidence is one of the fastest ways to get you killed.’ She once said, which is why you hired the lycan as your protector through the night.
As you walked through the forest, the sun had faded away and what little light you had was given to you by the small fluorescent mushrooms and fauna that surrounded you. The lycan had taken the lead, leaving you to take in his figure from behind. He didn’t walk on all fours like you imagined and he wore clothes. His fur was dark brown, and his eyes were a deep shade of olive green. The bandana he wore was a dark blue color and around his waist was his scabbard, sword and belt that held various items. He was much taller and physically larger than you as well.
Despite his size his footsteps were soft and made little sound as he walked. You were starting to grow curious about him. The right side of his face looked like it had been scarred from a heavy battle. Maybe a month old? You wondered, trying to match his pace as he began to walk faster. His bushy tail swung side to side as his steps increased. You did your best to keep up with him, the night wasn’t as kind to creatures without any sort of night vision. A loud groan left your mouth as the lycan placed an arm in front of you suddenly without warning. His ears twitched rapidly as he picked up sounds in the distant night. He pulled you down to your knees and motioned for you to be quiet.
“I’m detecting the scent of some enchanted mongusi. They’re a mile ahead of us. It's a small pack but they seem to be agitated.” He said in a low voice.
“You got all that from your nose?” You asked questionably.
“My ears picked up their bickering.” He replied.
“It would be easier if I went ahead and dealt with them myself.” He stated.
‘This is what I hired you for.’ You thought to yourself. “Go ahead, I’ll stay behind. Just let me know when the coast is clear.” You said.
“I’ll make it quick.” He said.
You watched as his shadowy figure disappeared into the forest, feeling his furry body brush past you briefly. Crouching down, you waited for a few moments before opening your pouch and taking out a small rune connected to a thin piece of thread. You held onto it tightly, feeling around the ground for a solid object. Your fingers brushed over a small stone, grabbing it you set the rune on ground before slamming the stone on top of it, causing it to light up. The rune shone dimly in the night, providing you with a very limited view of your surroundings. You equipped the rune around your neck and wondered how long it would take for your company to return.
He could take care of himself, you knew this. You knew his pay would increase by sixty bits or so. ‘Maybe he could use it to purchase a healing spell for his scar.’ You thought to yourself. He didn’t reveal much information to you during your walk. He told his name–Balthair–and told you he used to live in the fallen kingdom of Venshurra. You wanted to inquire more about his sword skills, you were hoping to maybe spar with him and see how far you’ve come along as an adventurer yourself. Time had passed and you grew increasingly worried. You weren’t sure if he could handle being on his own and wondered if you should look for him.
The rune around your neck was still glowing. The creatures he mentioned weren’t that strong, even if they were enchanted, they would put up a fight but for a skilled warrior like Balthair it should be easy for him to defeat them. Unless they scratch his wound or tear at his eye or rip at his throat. Suddenly your mind began forming countless scenarios where he ends up losing his life in the forest. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of bushes rustling a few metres away from you. You quickly draw your sword and get into a defensive stance. Preparing for the worst–you're ready to cut down anything that lunges at you.
The rustle noises continue to grow louder until the creature steps forward. The creature was Balthair, he had returned from his scout ahead. He approached you silently, his eyes glowing in the dark as he got near. The dim light emulating from the rune revealed his crimson-soaked muzzle and the scar near his right eye. He leaned in before speaking.
“Did I scare you?” He purred as he spoke teasingly.
“No.” You said firmly.
You both knew that was a lie because your heart could be heart beating against your chest. Filled with relief you put your sword back in its sleeve and held the rune up so you could see his eyes.
“Are you injured?” You questioned him.
“I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.” He said. “We should probably get going if you want to be there on time.” He added on before grabbing your hand.
As you traversed deeper through the forest. Its terrain began to change from grassy flat plains with tree roots sprouting out to trip you to rocky ledges with mounds high enough you would need to cast a small spell or be athletic enough to climb over them. With Balthair as your guard, you didn’t have to worry about falling in the dark or breaking anything. He kept you on a straight path, only having to duck occasionally to avoid the low-hanging branches. The temperature had dropped significantly and Balthair had picked up on this. Your teeth began to chatter loudly as you ventured through the night, goosebumps covered your skin and the clothes you wore didn’t offer you much protection. Thanks to the rune you could start to see your own breath.
‘The situation could be worse.’ You thought to yourself.
“Quit moving.” Balthair said in a gruff voice.
He motioned for you to move closer to him and in one swift motion he removed the shawl from around his arms and placed it on you. The shawl that contained his scent smelled of costus and smoked wood, consumed your body, protecting you from the wind and now drizzling rain.
“Thank you.” You said in a quiet tone.
“Don’t mention it.” He replied.
You two continued further down your journey. You didn’t know how long it would take for you two to make it out so you decided to initiate a conversation.
“Hey, Balthair, may I ask how long you’ve been doing bodyguard work?” You asked innocuously.
“Four months. Mainly assisting adventurers like yourself or being a lookout for private escorts. Someone of my nature never has to worry about being out of a job.” He answered.
‘Four months huh? I’ve only been doing adventure work for a year now.’ You thought internally. ‘Wonder what he meant by escorts though. Perhaps he helped escort royal blood?’ You question.
“Are you going to ask me about the pack of mongusi as well?” He stated, bringing you out of your head.
“Were there a lot?” You asked, making eye contact with him.
“Enough to overwhelm someone like you.” He said in a slightly-taunting way.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked furrowing your brows.
“It means that someone who can’t cast spells and relies on sword-fighting in the dark could not survive a wild pack of enchanted creatures. Especially considering how many surrounded me .” Balthair said matter-of-factly.
“I’ve come across a handful of young human adventurers like yourself. Most of them seem to lack the intelligence you possess though.” He added on.
“And I suppose being able to see in the dark gives you an advantage as well.” You retorted.
Balthair let out a small chuckle.
“I did not mean to offend,” he said, “it's true though. My eyes do give me the upper-hand in battles. I can fight well and not waste time trying to cast spells.” Balthair continued to speak.
You both stopped when you stumbled across a small ravine with a furious stream rushing underneath.
“It’ll be easier if you let me carry you.” Balthair said.
“Are you sure that’s okay?” You asked him.
“I’m offering, aren't I?” He retorted.
You made sure the items on your back and waist were secured before climbing on his back. His body was overwhelmingly soft and your fingers seemed to get lost as they gripped onto his furry back. His body smelled just like his shawl, except stronger. Your nose was tickled by his long hair and you giggled softly.
“Something amusing?” He asked.
“Your hair is ticklish.” You mused.
He chuckled again.
“Hold on tight.” Balthair said as he leapt across the ravine and began navigating you two through the woods. The two of you raced through the night–Balthair excellently dodging fallen logs and thick brambles. You kept your arms wrapped around him tightly, feeling his heart beat loudly as he ran. Your pussy fluttered every time he jumped or took a sharp turn. Feeling the vibration run deep to your lower body, you closed your eyes and held your breath so as to not let a moan slip from your lips. Gripping onto his fur, you prayed that your companion would not detect anything with his hearing. You could feel a small heat growing between your legs and decided that this was more than you could take.
“Can I get off now?” You asked.
He came to an immediate halt, crouching down so you could hop off him.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked smoothly. You could sense the genuine concern in his voice.
“It’s fine, my arms were getting tired and I didn’t wanna slip and fall. That’s all.” You stammered.
Balthair raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure that’s it?”, he asked.
“Yes! I’m sure I’m fine. The path up ahead is starting to get wider so I can walk on my own either way.” You commented. Hoping your choice of words were believable to him.
“I’m sure you’re tired of carrying me too.” You added on.
“Your weight is nothing, I was more so afraid you’d go flying off of me. Be ashamed if we had to cut your little adventure short.” Balthair replied.
It took you both only an hour to stumble across another postal board. The path was starting to look familiar to you and you began to recall certain landmarks nearby.
“If I recall, there should be a tavern nearby. Maybe you and I could stop for a bit. Get some rest, freshen up, grab a bite to eat. That sound nice?” You said.
“Fine with me.” He said in a cool tone.
His eyes were low as he watched you walk ahead, his gaze was fixated onto your ass. Every now and then, he would quickly look at the trees or check behind him to play it off. The lycan shamelessly thought about stopping just to rub one out right here in the forest. You were hardly paying any attention to this, you were busy trying to read the map you brought. The tavern should only be a fifteen minute walk from where you were. You were excited to take a shower and replenish the energy you lost during your journey. Maybe you could treat Balthair to lunch and get to know him more. If you were lucky, maybe he would stick around long enough for you to ask him to spare with you. You saw the building up ahead, as you both closer, the sound of music playing could be heard through the shut doors and closed windows.
You looked at Balthair for a bit before reaching forward to grab the handle. You pushed the door open with a small amount of force. The sound of a woman singing loudly accompanied by the sound of fiddle and a cornet filled your ears. The tavern was a lively sight, it had seemed that this was a common resting place for travelers of all types. At the bar, some barstools were taken by a group of three burly men, a large bird creature was downing a beer and an elven person was conversing with him. A young hybrid bartender was scrambling to refill everyone’s orders while a cook was calling out orders. The seats were filled and everyone seemed to either be paying attention to the music being played or talking amongst themselves.
It couldn’t have been a busier day than the day you arrived. You motioned for Balthair to follow you as you moved through the crowded building. You searched around until your eyes landed onto the manager standing under a sign that read open.
“Excuse me,” you said, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear.
“Do you have any rooms open for us? Separate please.”
“Sorry dear, all rooms are occupied until tomorrow. We do have one bedroom open with a bath. A queen if you’d like.” She answered.
You looked up at Balthair, meeting his gaze.
“It’s fine. I can sleep on the floor.” He said.
“Okay, one room please.” You said.
“Alright, that’ll be fifty pieces please.” The manager said, before grabbing a key off the board behind her and handing it to you.
“Your bedroom is upstairs down the left at the end of the hallway.” She said before turning to serve the customer.
You and Balthair both headed upstairs–the noise drastically dropping in volume as you walked along the creaky oak floors. The further you walked, the heavier your body felt. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, the room was a sight to be held.
The window was open allowing a fresh breeze to flow through, the sun was shining high in the sky, and you could see little dust particles floating in the light. The bed was neatly made; the heavy dark blue covers were tucked into every corner and your pillows (although a little stained) were placed on top, waiting for you to rest your head. The room came with a moderate-sized nightstand, a small table and chair and an orange rug made of some type of deceased creature’s fur. There were two doors inside the room, one leading to the shower and another being one for storage. You took off the belt containing your pouch, a small bag you were carrying and removed your sword before plopping onto the bed.
Balthair huffed at you before placing himself near you. You couldn't recall the last time you were able to rest your body on a soft bed. Sleep wasn't often a priority for you when you traveled, so you considered this to be your treat before you collected your bounty. You laid there, comfortably, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, the relaxing breeze blowing away any troubles. Both of your feet dangled off the bed, your boots were still on your feet.
Balthair took a glance at your sleeping form; watching your back rise and fall gracefully. The curve of your ass caught his eye. He watched you rest for a bit before allowing himself to close his eyes. Time passed and the emptiness of his stomach awoke him. He looked over and saw that you were still sleeping, quietly, he got out of bed and headed for the door. Twenty minutes had gone by and you had begun to stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around. Balthair was nowhere to be seen, puzzled, you assumed that he was around at the bar somewhere. Surely he would want to get paid for his work after all this.
You pulled out some spare clothing from your bag and headed straight to the bathroom. The bathroom quickly filled up with hot steam as you strip naked. You took your time lathering yourself up with soap, allowing the suds to run down your thighs and in-between your legs. You took your time while washing yourself, letting yourself savor the moment, appreciating the warm wet cloth around your neck and thighs. You let the warm water run over your soft breast, white suds slowly falling off your chest. The smell of soap had allured you, the bar of soap smelt of jasmine, clove, apple and a hint of black pepper. You ensured that every crack and crevice of yours smelt and felt clean enough to your standards before hopping out of the shower. The room was still empty so you quickly tiptoed across the room, picking up your bag again.
You pulled out a small jar of lotion and began to moisturize your body. Blithely unaware of the fact that Balthair was returning back to the room. Your body was facing the window, you were busy focusing that you hadn’t noticed the doorknob turning. Balthair had stepped in, the door was halfway open so he had a clear view of your back. It took mere seconds of him watching the water drip from your coily hair down onto your back for him to step out and close the door suddenly. You flinched at the sudden noise–catching you off guard, you whipped your head around and saw an empty room. Right outside the door Balthair’s heart was pounding, his dick starting to form a tent in his pants. Had he seen you?
Your heart began racing and your ears burned at the thought. For a moment something in you had wondered if he had liked what he had seen. You blushed before picking up your clothes, you walked towards the door hoping that Balthair was still out there.
It seemed that you were right, Balthair hadn’t left, in fact he was only a foot away from the door. You had called out to him, summoning him closer to your shared room. He towered over you; eyes that were dark green pierced into yours. Balthair’s tail wagged back and forth quietly.
“Balthair, you can come in. You’re tired and I can finish changing in the bathroom.” You said in a low-tone.
Balthair paused before walking inside. If he wasn’t hard before he sure as hell was hard now. He had a hard time finding his words/concentrating due to your new overwhelming scent and you being barely covered. Water droplets ran down your bare legs, glistening as you walked in the light. Balthair’s tail had begun to wag harder, at this point it felt like you were purposely teasing him. He wanted to reach out and touch you so badly. He couldn’t resist walking closer, his body looming over yours once more.
“Balthair?” You said quietly. Caught off-guard by his sudden affection.
Balthair didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare at you before pulling you into a hug. He pressed his wet nose into your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the last bit of oxygen. You could feel his dick in his pants rubbing against your thigh, his muscular arms pulling you closer against his toned body. You could feel your body starting to heat up; your nipples stiffening a bit as you pressed your chest against his. Balthair continued to savor your smell, pressing himself even further than he originally was. He moved his large claws down to your lower backside, his fingers gripping you tightly.
“I would like to continue if you don’t mind.” He said in a low voice.
“Please.” You responded.
Before he went any further he began kissing you, as a sign of mutual trust and affection. Balthair’s tongue slipped inside your mouth with ease, easily overpowering yours. His clawed fingers cupped your cheeks as his hot wet tongue overlapped yours. His second paw gripped your asscheek softly, you moaned softly into his mouth. The beast continued to kneed at your ass–now with both hands. The tip of his dick not only pointed through his shorts, it had left a dark stain. He pulled away for a moment, admiring his view of you; eyes glassy, face visibly flustered. He picked you up, gently placing you on top of the bed. Eyes narrowed as he softly laughed.
“I’m going to savour this.” Balthair said in a dark tone, sending shivers down your spine.
His fingers kept your thighs open as he placed soft wet kisses along your inner-thigh. As he moved closer and closer, he could feel the warmth radiating from your pussy, drawing him like a siren to a sea captain. Your back arched instinctively as his wet nose pressed against your cunt. His tongue lapped at your pussy, causing you to moan. Balthair’s tongue teased at your clit, rapidly flicking it up and down until you came. Your body spasmed incredibly as orgasm and you instinctively tried to close your legs but Balthair’s strength prevented you from doing so.
“Oh fuck,” you cried out.
Balthair’s fat heavy warm tongue had no problem sliding itself into your hole.
‘How delicious.” Balthair thought.
His gaze was fixated onto yours for awhile, until he brought his attention back to your hole. Balthair had plunged his tongue deep inside you. He watched in amusement as you bucked your hips and moaned louder. You gripped the sheets as Balthair continued to greedily wolf down your insides. Every part of you felt as if it was on fire; beads of sweat began to form and roll off your neck onto the now–wet bed. You wanted to feel Balthair even closer than he was, you wanted to feel him inside you, his large paws grappling at your breast. You had no idea how eager this beast was to claim you. The room was filled with the sound of your moans–music to Balthair’s ears. He took immense pleasure in watching you squirm in delight. He could feel himself pressing against the soft mattress, humping it ever so slightly.
Balthair’s dick had gotten even harder, the pre-cum stain had only grown larger as he continued to go down on you. His tongue swirled around inside, tasting everything, his low grunts and moans sent vibrations down your spine and up to your pussy. This was Balthair’s treat after a long journey and he deserved it. The lycan continued to ravage your pussy, the obscene slurping competing with your moans.
Your pussy juice had soaked his chin as he wriggled inside. He pulled out before licking your clit once more. He took his time–concentrating as he rubbed circles around your clitoris. The heat started building up in your core, your head was spinning, you knew if you could stand you'd feel dizzy. You felt orgasm approaching–your hands tugged at his furry head, groaning louder. You called out his name as you came–legs shaking violently as your third orgasm was drawn from your.
You laid there breathless, unable to move. Balthair had removed his tongue and had begun planting more kisses around your thighs and crotch. His gaze was stuck on yours as he sat upwards on the bed. You were ready for what was about to happen next. Balthair carefully removed his pants, tossing them onto the ground. His dick was bright red, a thin line of pre-cum dribbled out from the tip. He aligned the tip of his dick to your pussy. He paused before he continued.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Balthair asked.
“YES!” You exclaimed, ready for him to take you.
Balthair, amused at your enthusiasm, chuckled dearly, before sliding the tip in. You felt the heat immediately rush to your core, your body churning in pleasure. Balthair grunted loudly as he entered you–your pussy clenching around his dick. His breathing had become heavy, he placed both his hands on top of your thighs, his sharp nails digging into your skin.
“Balthair,” You moaned his name aloud.
You felt his slightly-ribbed dick rub against your walls, pleasure overtaking your body. Balthair thrusted inside rhythmically–your moans filling his newfound desire to claim you. Your babbled moans and cries encapsulated him. He watched your face with such intense focus as he fucked you.
“Balthair please,” You whined as your pussy stretched around his cock.
“You want me to fuck you harder than this?” He asked seductively.
“Yes please," You whined in response.
His panting increased as did his speed. He began fucking you harder; there was a prominent bugle pushing out from where his dick was. You could feel him taking you even harder now than before; your pussy was practically sucking off his dick by now. Balthair felt his orgasm approaching; his thrust started to become sloppier, his knot had now grown twice its original size. The beast fucked himself harder and harder inside you. His dick hitting your g-spot repeatedly causing you to cry louder. You could feel yourself about to cum around him. You moaned again:
“Please Balt, I’m about to cum.” You squealed out.
Balthair rocked his hips harder. He lifted up your thighs and had fully inserted himself inside by now. His dick kissed your cervix multiple times–god you felt so full of him. His claws had moved to your hips, his fingers nipped at your skin, leaving small red marks behind. You didn’t want this feeling to end. Your body felt like it was on fire and you could feel Balthair's dick twitching inside you–signifying that he was about to come.
“Please cum with me,” Balthered said exhaustedly.
Your pussy clenched and spasmed around him as he came inside you. Balthair leaned over you as he came, his sticky white cum filling your insides. You could feel your womb slightly filling up as he came inside you.
“Take all of my seed,” He growled into your ear.
Balthair pushed his knot inside you, preventing any cum from being wasted. His dick stuffed you completely, your insides–now painted a cloudy white from his semen, forming a small bulge in your belly.
You laid there, covered in a mix of his and your sweat. Balthair had gently placed his body on top of yours. You took this opportunity to rest your arms on his soft body. Your arms wrapping around his head and back. You could feel the knot still stuck inside of you, the swelling would take an hour to go down. Balthair burrowed himself into your neck, his eyes closed. Letting the rhythmic sound of your heart lure him to sleep.
You also felt your eyelids growing heavier. You fell asleep and quite some time had passed. When you too had woken up again it was late in the evening. You took another shower; this time with Balthair included! By the time you two had left it was dark out. The tavern wasn’t nearly as filled as from before. You ate dinner before returning your key, hoping the owner wouldn’t mind a few new stains on the bed. You had enjoyed Balthair’s company dearly. He continued to escort you even when you two were far into civilization. You passed through the kingdom of Aschenilde together, walking past the busy marketplace, quickly following the rushing stream of water in the woods, heading straight to the bare lands of Ikbaire the Fallen. Balthair had placed you on his back as you climbed the mountain that led to the wizard’s hiding spot. Even though insisted that you could climb it yourself (and you have, countless times) he still forced you onto his back and scaled the rocky wall with you on him. After arriving at the top and gifting the wizard his bounty, he rewarded you handsomely with your payment.
You moved to the side and counted the gold given to you. You counted one hundred thirty pieces exactly and placed them in Balthair’s palm.
“Here, your payment is now complete.” You said while smiling.
“Thank you.” Balthair said.
You stayed quiet for a bit, before talking.
“I guess this means we’ve gotta part ways now huh?” You asked, a curious glimmer in your eyes as you spoke.
“Hmph. I’ve come this far with you, I don’t see the point in leaving you now.” Balthair replied.
You smiled once again, happy to have a companion to keep your company on your travels across the six lands.
{ I have some Superman stuff that I am currently working on but in the meantime and between-time could yall send me some DC requests? I'm really in the mood to write for some DC character, trans/cis, platonic, romantic, familial, whatever (just check my rules and please request!) I'm just really in the mood to write. }
Idc OCD telling me I gotta explain why three villainous characters who do not share the same goals (besides certain criminal) activities are working together in this fic!!!
I hate a "Erm, ackschully OP"- 🤓👆🏻 bitch, I'm so paranoid and worried about somebody trying to correct me over a little 'mistake' even though I know its deliberate and I know what I'm trying to write + things get re-written for ease and personal preference all the time in writing (especially fanfic) so who cares?
I wanna create this easy detailed Superman sex pollen story (heavily inspired by the JLA series) but it feels so corny and cartoony in the beginning. I hate it so much yikes
Idc OCD telling me I gotta explain why three villainous characters who do not share the same goals (besides certain criminal) activities are working together in this fic!!!
okay I remembered my last post: I'm writing a Clark Kent x Goth!Black Cat energy!Reader and idk if I'm getting the personality right I think I'm gonna make them hybrids thooooo so yeah!
i forgot what I was gonna say but I got 3-4 Superman fics coming, keeping them all in rotation and seeing if I can post 2-3 of them by next week (the 13th to be exact)
