18+ | An Adult with Too Many Interests

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[the-kr8tor]

Can I request Robert Robertson being happy whenever someone or even he addresses his fem s/o as his wife or call her "Mrs Robertson" your 3rd anniversary event please?

He explained when she asked why the good mood because he never thought he could ever marry someone he loves but he's thrilled to be proven wrong by you!

Ahh I love this trope!!! Get you a man who loves you like this 🥺❤️

Pairing: Robert Robertson III x fem! Reader/ Mechaman x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, cw drinking mention, cw food mention, cw suggestive, fluff!

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3rd anniversary celebration

“I don’t get it…” you mumble, hands occupied with the dirty take out box and an empty coffee cup as you look at Sonar with that pinched look that Robert thinks is so adorable. “I mean, why would a giraffe walk into a bar?”

Robert knows you’re teasing the poor guy after he told you a joke that he was for sure would be a hit with you being someone who can talk to animals.

“Giraffes don’t even like the smell of alcohol.” You continue, and Robert stifles a laugh as he takes the leftovers from your hands to take it out to the trash can, exactly what you were just about to do before Sonar walked in with a pep in his step.

Sonar scrunches his nose, eyes blinking at you, as if perturbed at your reaction to his brilliant joke. “What? It’s— it’s just a joke, y’know funny haha?”

Robert snorts, hands brushing along yours, taking the boxes and the coffee cup, revealing the ring around your finger that sends his heart aflutter.

Your wedding ring glimmers under the fluorescent lights of the break room, the golden band that’s identical to his. Robert’s mind still hasn’t gotten over the whirlwind wedding you two had, one day, on a random Saturday morning, he suddenly just had the urge to marry you. He woke up to you drenched in sunlight, sleeping soundly, lashes fluttering, mouth slightly agape as your foot twitches underneath the covers. He doesn’t know what made him want to elope with you suddenly, whether it’s your fingers weakly grasping at his bicep whilst you were still asleep, or the way you uttered his name so sweetly while dreaming of him. Whatever it was, Robert wanted to marry you right then and there.

He woke you up with kisses on your skin, and the way you groaned and waved him away despite clinging closer to him with your face pressed to his bare chest. He said the simple words, “hey, you wanna get married today?” And it woke you up better than a freshly baked croissant would.

You didn’t ask “what?” or “right now?” Instead, you smiled in that saccharine way, the same smile after he kisses you, the same hazy smile after he showed you how much he loved you. And your hands slid above his heart, the pads of your fingertips drumming softly against his flushed skin as you answered with an undoubted, “yes.”

A week and a half after the courthouse wedding with you in a white dress you had stored in your closet for years but never really found the occasion to wear it at, and with him in his best white button up that he probably only wore once, you two swore your love before a judge. Chase and Mal were the only witnesses, Chase because he’d throw a fit if he wasn’t invited, and he’s an important person in Robert’s life and yours. Malevola because she was the first to answer your very hasty text that said, ‘courthouse at 3pm, wear something nice.’ She did wear something nice, but she thought you were suing someone and that you chose her as your lawyer, she had a briefcase and everything.

The others came in late, and you two were already sealing the deal with a kiss. It wasn’t a grand wedding with thousands of flowers, or a buffet provided by a catering company. But it was magnificent, it was a proof of your love, it’s something you and Robert could call yours. Instead of hundred dollar bouquets and a wedding that would cost an arm and a leg, you two signed the papers in front of the people you care about and right after had a reception at a nearby burger place before coming home with Robert as he carried you inside bridal style like in the movies. The pictures from the whole event turned out nice and Robert is still in the process of placing each picture inside a photo album to surprise you with once he finishes it.

“Robertson?” His thoughts are popped by an intern with a clipboard in hand as she peeks over the doorway, looking anxious and fidgety.

“Yeah?” You and Robert simultaneously turn at the same time.

Robert is elated, like drifting on a cloud as a lopsided smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Chortling, you pat Sonar on his arm before sidling next to your husband. A title you’re happy and proud to call him as. “Which Robertson? Mister or missus?” Grasping Robert’s arm, you hug him, cheek pressed against his bicep as you grin at the intern before staring at Robert with that same soft smile you only show him.

“Either way it sounds like you two are in trouble.” Sonar teases behind you, plopping himself on your chair and eating the rest of the fries.

“No trouble at all.” She answers with a wobbly smile.

“You’re from HR right?” You ask kindly, trying to ease the poor intern.

“Yea–yes, they asked me to fetch you to sign some papers?”

The conversation goes in the back of Robert’s mind as he gazes at you through his fogged up mind that’s filled with you— your scent, your voice, and how your hands grip sweetly at his arm whilst the ring around your finger twinkles under the light. He really wants to come home with you, and it’s only one pm.

“Robbie?” Looking up at him, you tug at his hand gently, bringing him out of his stupor. “You okay, baby?”

“Y–yeah,” clearing his throat, Robert lets you lead him outside. “Wait, where are we going?”

Giggling, you intertwine your fingers with his as you follow the intern. “You weren’t paying attention, hm?” Brow raised, you nudge him teasingly. “HR said we need to sign some papers since we got married and that I need to sign something too because I legally changed my name.”

“You changed your name?” It seems that he’s still in the haze of the honeymoon you two spent two weeks in bed with the shutters closed and the phones turned off.

You squeeze his hand, laughing lightheartedly as the sound bounces off the corridor. “Yeah, my last name.” You stop abruptly, taking him by his arms. “Shit, did the potion wear off.” Feigning a gasp, you cup his face. “Oh no, the real Robert is waking up from my love potion.”

Robert chuckles, a grin spreading on his handsome face as he holds onto your hands that’s cradling his cheeks. “I don’t think I ever needed it, sweetheart.”

“Fuck yeah, my plan worked.” You answer with a grin, saying it softly as you lean up for a kiss right in the middle of the hallway.

“Oh, I’m a willing participant, Mrs. Robertson.” Uttering above your lips, you two hear a nervous cough from across the other side of the hallway as the intern stands there idly.

“Sorry.” Wincing, a tad embarrassed, you pull away and tug Robert away. “Please don’t tell your bosses about that.”

“I’ve seen worse HR violations in this place.” She mutters under her breath, opening the doors for you and Robert.

—

“So, where’s the wife?” Flambae asks above the clicking glasses and ear drum bursting singing from the karaoke.

“Headache.” Robert hides his giddiness behind the rim of his glass filled with Amber liquid.

Wife, he’ll never get tired of that.

“You’re already giving her a headache after just a month of marriage?” Invisigal adds, snorting over her beer. “I call dibs on her after the divorce.”

“There will be no divorce.” Robert’s brows furrow, shaking his head as he frowns. Just the thought of it squeezes at his heart.

“You know what they say, Robert,” Chase slurs, drink sloshing in his wobbly grip. “Happy wife, happy life. Marriage is easyyy.”

“How would you know?” Mal scoffs, taking a bite of her slider. “You’ve never been married.”

“Who said I was never married?” Chase narrows his reddened eyes at her, whilst the whole table silences from shock. “What? Surprised that someone actually managed to tie me down? It was a night out in Vegas back in—”

“Hello, room for one more?” You appear from behind Chase, materializing in front of Robert as colour suddenly appears to be brighter in his vision.

“Hey, Mrs. Robertson!” The whole table greets you, raising their glasses at you as you smile.

“Thought you couldn’t make it.” Robert’s smile is brighter than the stage lights as his hand extends for you to take. His eyes never leave your own, watching you go around the corner of the table over to him with that same sweetened smile.

“I toughed it up, I couldn’t miss this.”

“Alright, since you’re late,” Sonar raises his empty beer mug at you. “you’re buying the next round, Mrs. Robertson!”

Sighing, you shake your head with a subtle smile. “You guys look like you’ve had enough though.”

There’s a chorus of, “Nos” and shaking of heads. But Robert's attention is only on you as the yellow light of the bar shines just behind your head, blanketing you in a halo of light whilst you smile and banter with the Z-team.

—

“I never thought Chase could out drink me.” You groan, plopping onto the sofa with half lidded eyes and smelling like a bar. “That old man.” Muttering, you lift up your arms for Robert as he stands beside the sofa. “C’mere, Robbie, hug the alcohol out of me.”

“That’s not how it works, honey.” Nose scrunching, he chuckles, picking up your foot and taking off your heels for you gently.

You watch his hands, every movement of his lean and nimble fingers sends you in a tizzy. “Y’know I’m not too drunk.” You insinuate with a wiggle of your brows.

“You went into a stranger’s car when you thought it was mine. The other car was an entirely different make and color.” He replies with his eyes full of endearment, while he takes off the other heel, as gentle as the last one. “And you kissed Beef, you left kiss marks all over his fur.”

Sure enough, Beef walks in, smiling and wiggling his tail happily at you whilst his fur is covered in numerous kiss marks.

“Yeah, but I always do that. He said that he loves us so much and that we should stay home forever with him.” Pouting, your legs wrap around Robert’s waist, hooking around and pulling him in with the heels of your feet until he’s properly standing in between your legs that he has to put his arms on the side of your head so as to not fall atop you. He’s so warm, and he smells like your coconut shampoo as his russet hair dangles above you. “Baby, my baby boy, you need a haircut.” Fingers raking through his tresses, you utter your words in a sing-song tune whilst gazing at him lovingly.

“You gonna cut it for me?” You could see your tipsy self in his eyes that softens for you.

“Unless you want to be bald.” You poke his cheek, earning a gruff scoff from him. “I don’t think you’ll ever forgive me for that because you don’t have the head shape for it.”

“You never know, I could rock it.”

“Yeah, but I love your hair far too much. Where would I hold onto if I shave it all off?” Pouting, your warm hands finds his sides, sliding underneath his shirt as you run your palms all over his lean stomach. “Off, please.”

“Would you forgive me if I said no?” Robert tilts his head, pecking your forehead sweetly.

“Oh, you’re a killjoy.” Huffing, you decide to rest your hands on his sides instead, just feeling his warmth through his shirt. “But you've been awfully happy recently. Like…” you try to find your words through the fog of alcohol. “Like really in a good mood. Very very happy.”

“Am I not always in a good mood?”

“Sometimes you sulk. I’ve seen you wallow at your desk.” You squeeze his sides lovingly. “Now that I think about it, that’s what caught my eye.”

“I charmed you with my sulking, hm?” Humming, Robert perches between your legs, knees digging into the plush seat, resting there when the small of his back started to ache.

“Yeah,” you giggle, chasing his lips as he teases by leaning away from you, earning a deep pout from you. “C’mon, just a kiss, Robbie.”

“You wanna know why I’m in a good mood?” His head tilts, eyes gazing at your lips briefly before flicking to your eyes again.

“Yeah, because whatever it is I want to recreate it so you’re always all smiley and happy. I love it when you smile, Robert. You’ve got a pretty smile.”

“There’s one thing you can do to make me smile more.”

“Tell me.” You tug him by his belt loop, until he’s sitting on your lap, legs spread on your sides as he cups the back of your head, gazing into your eyes. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“You can always marry me again.”

The widest grin spreads across your face. “Done.”

Robert feels his heart skip a beat at your immediate response. His knuckles drags slowly over your cheek, gentle and loving as he hears you hum in content, feeling the rumble in your chest. “You’re the reason why, y’know? Why I’m in a good mood.”

“I figured.” You feel him shift his weight, and you already know what he’s planning before he does it. You don’t stop him though.

“I’ve never…really thought I’d love someone as much as you,” Robert says wholeheartedly, confessing, showing you his heart that beats for you. “more so get married.”

“On a whim, might I add.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, my name suits you well.” Robert makes his move, one second he’s in your lap, the next he has your back on the couch cushions as you look up at him whilst he looms over you with a lopsided smile. “There, better.”

“Much better. And good, because I’m never changing it. It’s mine now. I’m Mrs. Robertson forever and ever!” Your nose nudges at his temple as you feel him smile above your clavicle. Your fingers rake through his hair, while you’re both utterly blissed out.

“I don’t want you to give it back anyway.” Pecking your jaw, he rests his head right there over your heart, inhaling you in and letting your warmth ebb through him. “Just waking up right next to you every morning makes me happy, sweetheart, you don’t really need to do much.”

“But I’ll keep doing stuff that makes you happy though. Forever and ever and ever.” Giggling, giddy from the sweet moment, your legs wrap around his hips, locking him in place. Robert doesn’t seem to want to get out of it anytime soon. “I love you, Mr. Robertson.”

“And I love you too, Mrs. Robertson.”

[nanaqinli]

⋆˚꩜｡❤︎ you up?

Sum. Asking the lads men the classic "you up?"

notes. this smau contains smutty talks obv soooo MDNI. i had fun with this one, also changed zaynes nickname so its funny like the others :p

[nanaqinli]

⋆˚꩜｡❤︎ the morning after

sum. texts with the lads men the next morning after having s3x.

notes. this smau is suggestive/smutty. soo MDNI. Also just to clarify the relationship with each Li here:

Zayne- established relationship.

Rafayel- one night stand/friends.

Caleb- first time/established relationship.

Sylus- one night stand/"enemies".

Valko- first time with rut.

Xavier- helping each other after accidentally consuming aphrodisiacs.

didnt change their contact name for convenience. i am planning to write their encounters bcs it sounds fun, no promises thooo. Enjoy nonetheless.

[reverieblondie]

Can you write something spicy involving rolan and spanking? Why am I obsessed with spanking rn

So when writing this I tried my best to channel my inner @lemonsrosesandlavender which I would like to dedicate this to them for their birthday! enjoy the drabble! Now lets spank that brat!

Brat Taming

It had been the longest day he'd had in a long time. It seemed as if everyone in the City was in need of his magical expertise today, asking his every nonsensical question or worst, the ones that were completely obvious. Thinking back on it threatens a headache to boil forth. Uhg-

Rolan undoes his collar as he walks through the portal to the tower. All he wants to do is get to his room and release this irritation the best way he knows how…

He practically runs up the spiraling stairs, taking two at a time, to get to his room as fast as possible. As he passes different rooms, a noise makes him pause. It's Cal and Lia laughing (nothing unusual there), but what is unusual is the sound of the third laugh, and it's a laugh that makes his ears and tail twitch. 

As soon as he gets to the lounge room, where the laughter erupts, he pauses at the sight and leans against the door frame. Sitting around the fire are his siblings and Tav. The mere sight of her is enough to make a growl roll from his throat as he eyes her. 

Rolan straightens his posture before walking in, not even sparing her a glance. "I thought we said we would warn each other before having… guest." 

The trio turns to look at Rolan as he strides through the room. 

"Don't be like that, Rolan. Tav dropped by for a surprise visit. I guess the portal still works for anyone who's passed through it before," Cal says with a smile. 

Rolan only hums before stopping in front of Tav, "That is something to be fixed then." Rolan says with a sneer, causing Tav to furrow her eyebrows at him. 

"Can't just have people wandering in here on a whim." Rolan draws dully before turning on his heels to leave. "Keep the noise down; some of us have worked all day and need to destress!" he snaps before side-eyeing Tav, something none of them miss. 

Lia frowns, "What's up his arse? Forgive his grumpiness, Tav, don't let him bother you." 

Tav watches as Rolan leaves her face unreadable. "Let me go talk to him… maybe I could help…" 

Rolan hears her following footsteps, but he doesn't bother to turn around until he's at his room's door. " Are you following me now?" 

When he turns, he's surprised to see how close she had gotten without him noticing… practically on his tail… Rolan swallows, trying to keep his edge as he looks into her unwavering eyes; he blindly reaches for his doorknob till suddenly, tavs hand is grabbing his shaking hand and the knob at the same time. She steps closer. "Why are you such a damn brat?" 

Rolan whimpers in his throat as her words go straight to his cock. Tav twists his hand so his door opens, and she wastes no time leading him inside and slamming the door closed. He feels his body tingle at the slam, and before he can work up the never to challenge her more, she's grabbing him by the collar, her lips so close to his he dares to lean in to kiss her, but Tav pulls a fist full of his hair keeping him back and making his hard cock throb.

Tav leans in and breathes against his neck, making him shiver with a high-pitched whine; she smirks before giving his throat a nip, making him grip her waist. The feel of her teasing drives him mad. 

"You stand there and talk to me as if you didn't send me a sending spell to come and fuck you." 

Rolan moans as she talks in his ear; she's right… She's been sneaking into the tower and having him at her mercy for weeks now. Rolan has long admitted to himself that he's addicted to her and craves her mere presence everyday. Tav knows what he needs… when to be soft to him, when to tease, how to touch him, how to get him to be open and vulnerable, and when to put his bratty ass in its place. 

Tav's tongue licks the side of his ear, and he moans at the feeling of her slick little tongue; his toes curl at the memory of her rimming him with it not even three days ago. Gods, she's perfection. 

Rolan feels one of Tav's hands travel down his abdomen to where his cock sits hard and straining in his trousers. He hears her hum as she softly caresses his confined length, pebbling and twitching for release. Then, with a quick shive, Rolan stumbles back and falls on his bed; he's practically panting as he looks up at her. Tav looks as dominant as ever as she looks down at him through lidded eyes. "Turn around and drop your trousers, brat." 

Rolan bites his lip as he quickly unfastens his belt and bends over on his elbows, tail raised high and trembling as he exposes his ass to her. Tav traces the soft underside of his tail causing him to shudder a moan. She smiles, "Ready to be punished?" She leans down, pressing her body against his back as she massages his tail's base. "Ready for release?"

Rolan growls Tav's name, "Yes! Gods, just spank me already, you damn tease! Ah-"

Rolan isn't even able to finish his rant as Tav slaps his ass, sending a delicious sting to rush through his body, making his length ache and leak on the bed. His firm ass flushing from the harsh impact. 

"Count." 

"Rolan swallows, "I… won't last…" 

Another crack on his ass makes him dig his claws into the sheets, his back arching in pleasure. Tav caresses the warm flesh, "it wasn't a request." 

Rolan hums, swaying his head as he stills and lifts his tail. With silent confirmation, Tav spanks him again, causing Rolan to keen, "One!" another slap, "Two!" two more in quick secession, Fuck! Three, four!" 

By the time Tav gets to eight, Rolans practically fucking his leaking cock against the mattress. His hips rutted faster and harder the more Tav spanked, drool dripping past his lips at her teasing his taut hole. Rolan's eyes water as the tenth crack sends a painful pleasure past his peak. He moans so loud as he pistons his hips.

Tav grabs his hair and arches him up, "You sound like a whore archmage…" She reaches around and starts to palm his glass-hard cock, so hot and drooling at her touch. "Are you ready to let go of all that tension?" Tav speaks so sweetly into his flushed ears. 

Rolan hums a whine as he buckles his hips into your hand faster, "Yes! I need to… I've wanted this, wanted you all day. Fuck!" Rolan's cock pulses at his own desperation, and then his orgasm crashes down on him like a ton of bricks. His whole body shudders as his cum leaks down, dripping and making a mess all over the sheets and himself. 

Tav kisses on his sweaty neck moving her hands up and down his body as she watches him ride out his orgasm.

Rolan slides down to his knees, his eyes shut but with a smile on his face despite the burn to his backside. She always knows exactly what he needs… it makes him fall for her more by the day.

"Th-thank you," he pants with a smile, resting his head against the bed. But his moment of calm is short before his chin is lifted to where Tav sits naked on the bed. Tav smiles coyly as she spreads her legs. 

"Don't thank me yet. You still need to make up for being such a brat." 

Rolan licks his lips as he looks up at her dripping slit and the coarse hairs that decorate Tav's mound. An excited smile curls to his lips as he moves closer. "Of course…" 

Rolan buries his face between Tav's thighs as he breathes her in and licks her cyprine. Definitely falling in love…

[reverieblondie]

Could I request headcanons for Raphael, Haarlep, Cal, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with oblivious gn crush?

I have had this written for awhile now I just forgot to edit it, I hope you enjoy these fluffy HCs!

Raphael

Raphael always keeps a close eye on you. It doesn't matter if you are lounging in a wooded grove or cutting down cursed ghouls. He just needs to know what you're up to. That is why he insists on seeing you on any of your journeys, even the blandly mundane. 

Maybe that's why he is here watching as you pick through cabbages... Raphael would much rather watch you pick through bloody pockets, but beggars can't be choosers…

You're completely unaware of the fact that he is watching you; it's not until he comes closer than the whiff of cherries and embers waffs to your nose that you get a clue to turn and look over at him. When you finally notice him, he almost poses, an apple to his lips. He keeps his face turned so you can take in his sharp profile.

In his mind, you're completely smitten with him at this moment. In actuality, you're wondering where he got that apple.

"Looking for something delectable, my mouse?" He says, letting his eyes roam over you; even in your rags, he's enamored by you; why? He's not sure himself. Maybe it's your charm, your headstrong nature... 

"I keep looking, but nothing looks appetizing at all..." - or it's the fact you ignore all of his clear advances, and you give him nothing...

It's been like this from the beginning; you're always cool and never fall for his flirting or anyone. Raphaels tried everything, from flirting like a poet to practicing his words as you trail up the roads. To show off his devil form and have Haarlep flounce about to tease you. He even put himself in a freezing river to tempt you once, but nothing. 

Now, here he is, carrying your bags back to your home. It's ridiculous to be reduced to this, but he's out of ideas at this point. As you two walk, he keeps looking over at your face, where you look so peaceful. You are not even bothered by him showing up and insisting on walking you home.

Others fear and shudder at him and his words, but you're so airheaded!

Eventually, you two reach the steps of your house. You offer Raphael a smile and thank him for carrying your bags (that was quite the surprise). Before you can go inside to start cooking, you feel hands sliding against yours. 

Lifting your brow at Raphael, he has that smug grin slowly becoming all too familiar. "Won't you invite me inside?" -That's not what you expected?

"Why?"

You watch as his grin stays, but then his eye twitches. Then, in a burst, he's huffing and waving his arms in dramatic fashion. 

"Damn it, you're dense! How can anyone be this dense! Can't you see I want you!" He scoffs, folding his arms, "Mortals..." 

Shocked, you tilt your head at him, thinking of all your past encounters, "You like me?"

"Yes, against my better judgment, I do..." he pouts, and you can't help but giggle.

"Oh, now your laugh-"

"I want to come back later for dinner," you say with a smirk, and Raphael folds…

Haarlep

Being an incubus can be hard, having to make sure you are seducing people well enough to get fed. Then there's the issue of having to keep Raphael's self esteem up most days... Honestly it's exhausting... Thank the hells that Raphael has the rejuvenation bath so conveniently placed. Hookah in hand and letting the steaming turquoise water softly lap at their skin, Haarlep is ready for a relaxing soak. Then a familiar voice... and suddenly everything gets better... 

Lazily, Haarlep looks over their shoulder and flashes their pointed teeth at you with a wide grin. "And what brings the mouse right to the cat's maul?" You smile, keeping your eyes only on theirs as you crouch down, lightly touching the water with your hand. "I had to see a fox about an item."

Haarlep hums slowly before taking a drag from the Huka and slowly letting the smoke fill the space. "He can be very taxing to deal with... Care for a soak to get your energy back?"

You ponder the proposition momentarily... and you just can't find a reason to say no... While rounding the bath, you strip off your garments, ignoring the blazing eyes drinking you in. You sink into the warm water on the opposite side of Haarlep.

Haarlep spreads their knees wider, "So far away, mouse, how will I reach you from there?" 

Closing your eyes, you lean back, sinking in further as the water works its magic. You're so lost in your steady breathing and the sounds of the pouring water that you fail to realize Haarleps' steady approach. 

 "And why would I be so close?"

A looming shadow comes over you as Haarlep’s large stature looks down at you.

"So I can wash you... or other various things I know how to do with my hands..." A small chuckle leaves your lips.

"Wash me? Aren't you relaxing as well?

Haarleps' tail twitches, but they try not to let it show. Either you're not interested (which they doubt), or you're the most oblivious person in the world. 

Haarlep leans down dangerously close to your lips, "I couldn't imagine a more enjoyable task, dove…"

Your eyes widen, and Haarlep hopes it finally clicks and you let them finally taste you...

"Do you not have any hobble's Haarlep?"

Haarlep slumps...they could drown you…

"Wow, you truly are resilient. You have a lover back in your realm?"

They watch as you tilt your head, confused again, "Why would I?"

Suddenly, it clicks, and Haarlep brings their eyes back to you with a new hunger, "Oh? Well, are you willing to let me show you..." They softly caress your jaw, waiting patiently for you to nod before leaning in and capturing your lips. 

Then suddenly, you're in their lap...

Cal

It's the best night you have had in a while, drinks, dancing, and all your friends here at the tavern to have a stress-free time and catch up.

You don't get much time to chat because all night, you have been spun about the dance floor. You would have minded if he was a lousy partner, but you have found Cal is quite the dancer. Admittedly, you're not the best dancer, but with all the turns, spins, and lifts he does with you, you can get away with not being as good.

Cal gives one last turn as the song ends, and the smile you two share can't be helped. "You're getting better," he compliments as he leans into your ear, so close you can feel the sheer heat of his body. 

"Well, you have been giving me a lot of practice tonight," you smile back, before suddenly a tug on your arm makes you turn.

Turning back, you see an annoyed-looking Astarion, "You two are both adorably insufferable; now we are stealing them for a few songs. You should entertain

your... fan club?"

Cal looks confused for a moment before turning and seeing some doe-eyed girls waiting to ask him for a dance. Of course, Cal gives them a shy smile and turns back to you before you're pulled away. "Save me the last dance?"

"Just come find me!" You shout back and hear Astarion groan before bringing you to where your friends gather.

"Finally, I was able to pull you away from lover boy, eh?"—lover boy? Confused, you look over at Cal, who's dancing with another, but his eyes look over to you with a sweet smile.

"Cal just likes to dance."

Astarion scoffs, "Are you an idiot? Poor guy has just been trying to court you for weeks."

You look at your companions, who collectively nod, "Really?" Your question is still unclear. 

Gale walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder, "The staring, the sighs, the lingering touches, and finding any way to spend time with you? Sounds like he is completely smitten, my friend."

You look back at the tall tiefling and feel that familiar rush in your chest. "Could that really happen? Be what that all means..."

"Yes! Now go either put him out of his misery or kiss him. We are all tired of this, will they, won't they!" Astarion laments as Shadowheart and Karlach nod. 

When you decide what to do, you feel a familiar warmth, so you gently grab your hand. Of course, it's Cal smiling down at you.

"Can I steal you again?" he asks timidly. You give your companions one more look before answering, 

"You can steal me away anytime you want."

Dammon

It wasn't anything from the ordinary, you had read one of Dammons books and were returning it. Then while you were dropping off the book Dammon surprised you with a question.

"Did you want to grab dinner?"

It may have surprised you but you always enjoy his company, he's funny and charming, plus those eyes… so of course you said yes. The whole night conversation flowed easily, it was always like that between you two, always so relaxed and calm. Though as you two walked underneath the stars talking about any and everything you couldn’t help but feel like this was… kind of romantic…

As you two walked down the dusky streets you noticed how Dammons hand kept brushing against your’s. Maybe he just has no spacial awareness? You decided not to say anything to spare him from any possible embarrassment.  The night comes to a close as you walk up your steps but before you can disappear through the door you feel Dammon finally grab your hand with that calm smile of his. 

Dammon smiles, squeezing your hand lightly. "Maybe on our next date we could stay in and read together..."

Your heart skips and you pause, "Wait... this is a date?"

Dammon pauses as well, looking at you with wide eyes and starts to fidget, "Um yeah... did you not want to go on a date with me?" 

Panic shoots through you, "No no! I just... didn't realize... If I knew, I would have worn a better outfit."

Dammon leans down and cups your cheek before whispering in your ear, "If you don't like your outfit we could continue this without it on..."

With that cleared for you to understand…

You invited him inside.

Rolan

The shine of the shimmering colors never fails to put a smile on your face. Though many would argue that a wizard's spells are always the same no matter who's casting... Rolan's spells were different; they always had this additional luster. That must be why these little shows he puts on in front of his shop are always so popular.

Rolan seems to be fed by the adoring applause he receives. The people cheer and clap as the dancing lights float through the crowd, but as everyone watches the lights, your eyes are glued to Rolan. His face has an irresistibly confident grin that only makes him even more handsome. And from the whispers of some people in the crowd, they share this same thought.

You feel a tinge of irritation in your chest. You try to ignore this foreign emotion swelling in you from their leering. These feelings are confusing and in vain. Rolan Wouldn't have these feelings, especially for you.

Swallowing down that bitterness, you continue to watch the show. The claps echo praises, and it all feeds Rolan's ego, and from what he's been through, he deserves it.

While watching him, you feel a sudden hand on your shoulder. Turning, you see Lia with a broad smile, looking up at her Brother. Feeling eyes, she turns to you. "Are you Enjoying the show?"

 "Tell me, is he beaming after all the praise sung to him?"

She considers the question momentarily before responding, "Mm... not like you would think... he only really cares for one person's approval these days." 

You look at her confused, but that only seems to make her grin more. "If you're confused, maybe you should ask him."

That's an intriguing idea—maybe you should. Once the show is over, the crowd dies, and you go off to find the grand Archmage. Of course, he already has a smirk, but when his eyes meet yours, it turns to a full grin.

"The show seemed like another success," you lean in and whisper in his flushed ear. Plus, I hope the person you wanted to impress got to see it..."

Rolan looks at you confused before it clicks, Lia..... He drags his hand down his face, his once happy demeanor now a grimace.

"Oh... So maybe they didn't show..." Your question with sincerity.

Rolan tsk "I swear you are." He stops snapping further; looking into your eyes makes it impossible. "It's you... You're the one who I wanted to... impress. It's for you... It's always been for you."

You're stumped for a moment, "But... Why?" 

Rolan's tail flicks as he steps closer, folding his arms in a huff, "Because... the first time you saw my magic, you praised it, and so I thought I would show more... and how much more I am learning and getting stronger..." 

You briefly take in what he says before looking back into his dark eyes, "Do you think your next show can be a one-on-one?" 

Zevlor

He feels like a hopeless, love-sick fool... Pinning... how long has it been since he's done that? Not since the days he was a young strapping lad. Zevlor thought romance was over for an old man he deems himself to be. Then he met you…

The mere thought of you forces a groan from his throat that he promptly drowns with his ale. Sitting in the tavern at a lonely table away from the crowds, he suddenly feels a presence. Looking up from his glass, he sees a familiar face. Lakrissa?

The pale violet tiefling wears a smirk that he should recognize as a skeem, but he can't care.

"Commander, you look terrible. Another rough day for a pinning heart?" 

Zevlor looks surprised at her before furrowing his brow, "What do you mean?"

Lakrissa scoffs," What do I mean? More ale is needed to finally get it all off your chest. Zevlor gives her a confused gaze, making her roll her eyes, "You're pining for Tav because you like them!" She finally snaps.

Zevlors jaw drops as he blinks at her, "How did you discover that?"

You would be blind not to see that...

Zevlor returns his drink to his lips," I suppose it would be hard to hide my admiration for them."

"So why not confess?" Lakrissa leans in with a gloating smirk. He's old enough to know she's baiting him, but in his state, he can't care, so he lets his thoughts flow. 

"They don't need an old man running away with his feelings for them. I, however, can not help my feelings of admiration." He pauses for a moment. "Actually, it's deeper than that. I love them." 

Lakrissa's eyes darted around the tavern before returning to Zevlors, waiting for him to continue.

"From the moment I met them, I knew I would fall in complete devotion to them. I would do anything for them, love them till my last breath... Maybe that's just the thoughts of a hopeless romantic."

A sudden gasp and two giggles make Zevlor stop his lamenting and look behind him. He sees Alfria looking as smug as her girlfriend. Next to her, Tav looks as shocked as him.

From the look on their face, it's clear that they are listening to every word. They must be embarrassed... most loth him…

Before he can apologize and escape, he is halted by the sudden lips on his face. The body knocks him to the ground as desperate hands caress each other's faces, and lips seal an unspoken promise of devotion.

Lakrissa smiles at Alfria before holding out her palm. Alfria giggles before. Handing over a piece of gold. 

"Still can't believe you guessed they would jump his bones."

Lakrissa pockets the gold, "I know what want looks like."

[reverieblondie]

Can I request a drabble where his female s/o worship his body so Gale, Wyll, Astarion, Rolan, and Zevlor would know how much she love him please?

Thank you for the request! This was kind of hard because I have kind of answered this before in one of my HCs (I think it was the touched starved one?) Anyway! I hope you enjoy! ALSO! I have added another request to this one!

love me some Wyll not going to lie! Hope you enjoy!

Gale

Gale and you have had a connection from that moment you pulled him from the rock. He’s the type of person you never thought you would meet on your journey to self freedom, but the fates put him in your path and you two have been inseparable since. Though you're not going to complain, Gale is clever and kind, and always makes you feel comfortable no matter what. You never have to worry about awkward silences considering he can ramble on endlessly and you never feel judgment from him, hells, the man complimented your smell that you knew was far from pleasant. 

He’s your positive light in a world of shadows, but lately… you're worried he’s beginning to dim… 

It’s been a slow flickering you have noticed when he thinks you're not looking. You watch how he avoids mirrors, constantly changing different robes before he runs off to the academy, not to mention that every time you try to offer him breakfast in the mornings he’s making up some reason why he has to go or why he’s not hungry. As you sit at the breakfast table with another rejected breakfast placed across from you you're trying not to over think anything, but your concern for him is harder and harder to ignore… You simply want to know what's going on. 

Gale, on the other hand, was having his own set of worries…

His stomach growls for a third time and he kicks himself for not eating the breakfast you had so lovingly prepared for him, but as he slides his hand to his stomach, he remembers why. Gale grimaces and he feels the softness handing over his belt. 

When you and Gale had met, he had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Add to that all the work that it takes to survive in the wilderness, and not exactly getting to eat well, it led to his body being very sculpted. Gale had never felt insecure about his past... Softness before... but you have never seen that side of him. Now that you two are together and everything is so perfectly comfortable... he's put on the same weight and is dreading for you to notice. 

Gale knows you love him… but the thought of seeing your face when you notice just how much he’s changed… It terrifies him. So when you two share your bed he makes sure lights are off, when you touch him he keeps your hands on his shoulders and chest. He can tell that you're becoming suspicious by his actions, but he will make it up to you, he swears it. 

When he comes back from work it’s the usual, a kiss that turns into him ravaging your neck with his lips and tongue, Gale changing and disappearing for an hour before coming back to make dinner together, both of you sharing stories of your day as you make dinner. It’s the only time he will sit down and eat with you, though he hasn’t been eating it all anymore. After dinner you two clean up, read then head to bed enjoying your perfect domestic life. 

As the night wraps to an end you two get ready for bed. Laying down together and snuffing out almost all the lights you two share in a quick kiss, though as you feel his lips and run your hands on his beard, it quickly becomes more hungry. You feel his hands slide down your wait, squeezing at your hips and he hums into you. You roll yourself onto your back pulling him with you so excited to feel his body on yours. But to your disappointment, he keeps himself up by bracing his hands on either side of your head. 

You attempt to pull him down by his shoulders, but nothing. So, you decide to persuade him. Bringing your hands up over his shoulders you drag them down his body and you finally part from his lips. 

“I want to feel you… all of you…” As you whisper, you drag your hands lower towards his stomach, but before you can you feel him tense, and his breathing gets heavy. 

“Oh! I um… I have to go to the latrine!” Gale is off you in an instant rushing to the bathroom. 

You feel as if you could scream, the frustration wanting to so badly burst from your throat. But you keep it in with a sigh as you drag your hands down your face. -what the hells? 

Getting out of bed, you walk over to the closed door and knock softly, "Gale... is everything alright?" 

His voice comes out nervous and stumbling, "Ah! Yes, yes, fine. Everything is just grand! I will be out.... Shortly!”

You shift your feet, either talk now or never…

"Gale, I'm worried... You seem different, like you're distancing yourself. If you need space, I can do that... I just wish you would tell me... so I can understand..."

The door swings open, and suddenly you're wrapped tight in Gale's arms. As he holds you, he peppers your skin with kisses before whispering in your ear. "It's not you... It could never be you.... It's me..." He pulls away, and you see him bring his hands to his stomach. "I may have... but on the same weight..."

You look at his exposed torso letting your eyes roam from his chest down to his stomach, which is coated in a bit of hair, and plumper than it used to be, but as you stare at him like this, his body exposed his face red with a soft blush; it still makes your heart race. 

Stepping forward you reach out your hands and let your fingers lightly glide over his skin, "Well, I think you look perfect... but..." You tilt your face so your breath cascades over his lips, “If you need convincing… I would be very honored to convince you.” 

A smile lights up Gale's face as he lets you guide him to your bed, pushing him to sir you take your time sinking to your knees to kiss all over his body. Spending extra time to kiss the fuller parts of him. Feeling more confident from your affection and praise Gale pulls you onto him holding you flush to his body. This close you can feel his warmth and his excitement, and you can no longer hold off. 

Your clothes are thrown to the other side of the room while Gale's last bit of clothing is pooled at his ankles. Both of your bodies are slick with sweat as your flesh claps against his. His hands are holding onto your ass as you bounce yourself on him, moaning from the feeling of being too full and the coarse hairs above his groin tickle against you. There is no room for talking between the whining moans and tangled tongues. The best part though is getting to look into his lust blown eyes and you get him closer and closer to his peak. 

His cock throbs, and his breathing gets to more of a pant. Your heart swells looking at him and you can’t help from grabbing his face and kissing all over where he blushes. He’s just so perfect… 

Wyll

Wyll, what's not to love and admire about Wyll. He is a man all about grand gestures for the people he loves, truly could he be more of a prince charming type? So how do you show your affection for someone like that? Well, you show them a grand gesture of your own. With an idea in place you find paper and a quill and start writing. 

It was like a page out of one of the smut books he would read in the dim candlelight of the late evenings. Two people's fates seem to cross paths at pivotal points in their lives, building an undeniable bond through laughs and heartache. It of course leads to feelings he thought would go unnoticed till he found a note laid on his tent's bedroll. Wyll grabs the neatly folded note that was left on his bedroll. 

-Meet me down by the river once everyone turns in -

Wyll smiles as he takes in the beautiful looping letters, his imagination running wild with what could possibly be so important. As soon as the last tent's light was snuffed out, Wyll was emerging from his own and making his way down to the river to meet you. 

Wyll will never forget how ethereal you looked in the silvery moonlight and how your eyes glimmered against the rippling water. Though the night made everything dim he could see the sly smile curled onto your lips. 

Wyll steps forward, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your skin. "So, is there a reason why you have lured me down here to the river?"

"I thought that we should have privacy while I show you how much you mean to me."

A grin lights up his features, "Do you fear I will be loud?"

Wyll leans in letting his lips brush against your neck and he moves your hands to the familiar place of his shoulders. You can’t help but squeeze the muscle there, "If I am honest, I am hoping you will be ... "

You feel his smile before he nips at your pulse, "Then by all means ... Try your best."

Grabbing his hands, you intertwine them with yours and guide him backwards into the nearest tree. As soon as his back is flush to the bark, you press a kiss to his full lips before slowly dropping down to your knees taking time to kiss every inch of his body. Once you're finally down you see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, begging for release. You lick against the bulge at its most sensitive spot and run your mouth over the fabric feeling how his hips buck and his length twitches. 

His soft hums spur you on, and as your desire takes you over you're quickly tugging down his pants and licking against his hard cock to satiate yourself. You feel his thick fingers shyly coiling into your hair and it only makes you want to feel him snap, for that perfect prince-like charm to crumble into pieces all for you. You move your hands from gripping onto his thighs to slide against his ass, and as you slightly grip the firm flesh you swear you hear a grunt leaving his throat. 

With him so deep in you feel as if you could almost choke, but it would be worth it… His voice moaning softly as you feel his veins throb. Reaching down to your clit you roll your fingers slowly against yourself, humming against his cock, yearning and getting yourself right to that edge of cumming on your knees. 

But you can’t yet… not before him. This is all for Wyll, your sweet and noble hero who would do anything for you always.Though from how he usually acts, he will still want you to cum first even if this is all for him... so you're just going to make it impossible for him to hold on.

So, as you grab his ass, you decide to try something Halsin talked about.

You release him with a wet pop, "Do you trust me ?" 

Wyll looks down at you with half lidded eyes, "Always ... "

So with his trust, you curl your fingers to his tight entrance. He gasps for a second as his hands grab you to brace himself but he quickly relaxes as you ease him with your tongue and the gentle prodding of your fingers. Finally as you slide your fingers in, you are rewarded with a moan that echoes through the woods and shudders through his body.

And as you push in and out, he pushes more and more into your throat. You feel him get closer and closer till it's coating your tastebuds and drooling down your chin. You try your best to swallow it all down but you're quickly running out of breath, you run your tongue to catch what you have missed dripping down his tip, you feel him suddenly and move himself away from your eager tongue.  

“Please.. Gods please my love, you're spoiling me…” his voice is whiner due to the over stimulation… but looking at him crumbling at the seams for you, makes you just want to spoil him more. 

Astarion

Though he doesn't need to sleep, Astarion never misses a night with you. It doesn't matter what he is doing when he sees you taking your candle up the stairs he is quick to follow. You turn to him with a raised brow and have to hold back your laugh as he just rolls his eyes, claiming he was going up as well. (It's so cute that he still pretends to not be smitten.) 

When you're finally prepping for bed, Astarion is there to help you turn down the sheets, set up the fireplace, and even insist on helping you comb through your hair. It's all so domestic, and it's completely perfect. 

When you are with Astarion, sleep comes easily, perhaps it's just from the feeling of relaxation that comes from being with your partner. Or maybe it's the fact that while you lie in bed, Astarion watches over, softly brushing his fingers through your hair. If you are to wake up, he is immediately ready to get whatever you need and let you get back to sleep. In many ways, you feel guilty that he waits there while you sleep, but when you have brought this to his attention, he just hummed it off.

"You shouldn't fret about it, darling, plus it's soothing to watch you lying peacefully as I listen to your soft breaths..” He says it all so easily as he drags his thumb down your lips to trace down your neck. 

Maybe he sees it as nothing, it’s something to you. Astrion cares for you, and you care for him… and tonight you're going to show him.

It's another night like any other, but instead of you calling into bed and resting your head against Astarion's chest, you're the one to lay down with open arms towards him for a change. At first, Astarion looks at you confused. 

“And… what's this?” 

You feel your cheeks get red, “Well, I figured that since you always hold me at night it would be nice to hold you… have you experienced it…” 

His face scrunches in further confusion before he’s roaring into laughter, “That is ridiculous, but I guess I could humor you for a bit.” He lies in your arms sceptical, but when your warm arms wrap him in an embrace, he starts to think that you might actually have a point to this.

 Then your hands slowly start moving up and down his sides and arms at a smooth pace. He can't help but lean into the caress more, closing his eyes and listening to the steady rhythm of your heart. He notes how it slows and speeds up depending on wear, and he nuzzles his face and just how that soft beat could be such a comfort to him. 

He moves his face to brush his lips over your breast, smiling at your nervous shifting, "Getting excited, darling?” 

Before he can do anything, move your hands to angle his face so your eyes meet., "We can just lie together..." you say softly, never pulling your eyes from his. 

A twist of something sickly rushes though his body, is he… nervous? "You... don't want more?"

You softly run your fingers through his pale hair, smiling as he leans into his touch, "I want to just hold you... It's the most intimate thing I can think of… and it’s what you deserve. " 

Astarion chuckles as he cuddles you closer, "Remind me to take you out more, you need to learn other interesting ways we can be intimate...."

Rolan

As your lessons for the day wrap up you gather up the tomes from the desk before turning to Rolan and giving him a sweet smile. 

“Thank you for the lessons today Master Rolan, your way of explaining these things to me makes them easier to understand…” 

Rolan can’t help but blush with a goofy smile gathering his own set of tomes he took from the towers shelves to give you lessons on magic with. “It’s really nothing… it’s been nice to blow the dust off these tomes and to squeeze some practice in.” 

As he turns you can’t help but giggle as his tail seems to slightly sway as he walks away to get back to his duties in the tower. Praise is your usual go-to for showing Rolan your appreciation. Singing those sweet words into his ears always makes him blush with a bashful chuckle.

Though you're getting tired of just simple words that make his gorgeous face flush, you want to show him what he means to you. Rolan and you have had a relationship that started off as a cold mutual annoyance with one another, but over time with your words consistently intertwining its metaled about to a burning hot admiration, that then led to other things…. The whole point of taking these lessons was to get closer to him and to have a reason to see him on the weekly and you're ready to take this tutor and student relationship to a different level… 

So your plan is almost ready to commence; you will just have to set it up. 

It started with a note, a sweet and innocent note you gave to Cal to deliver while Rolan was working at his shop. The plan is to get him where you want him... alone in his vast library. 

Rolan was smirking ear to ear after he read the note, briskly walking through the rows of shelved tomes, his tail already curling in anticipation of seeing you. 

I want to talk to you, Master Rolan, with a cheeky little doodle of a winking face. It's not the first time you have left him a note like this. It typically means you two are going to end up tongue-tied by the end of your little chat. 

With steadying breaths, you wait in the hidden little nook between the shelves, going over your plan till you finally see him round the corner. Immediately seeing you, he slows his speed walk to a stroll, trying to come across as casual, but the redness of his cheeks is a giveaway to his excitement. 

"I understand you needed to talk to me, your note seemed urgent. Questions for me or maybe something else?" 

You wait patiently before acting, and finally, when he gets near you. You reach up, and grab Rolan's collar, pulling the 6'2 wizard closer, staring right into his golden eyes. "It is urgent, but fairly straightforward." 

Rolan lifts a brow, "Oh? What are-" 

“Drop your pants, Rolan, now." Your commanding words go straight through him and right to his cock. 

Rolan swallows his suddenly dry throat as he looks into your bright, mischievous eyes, "Uh, right now?" he questions breathlessly taking a quick look around the area. 

You smile as you reach around his neck and run your fingers through his soft chestnut hair. "Yes, right now... I want to thank you for yesterday's insightful lesson..." 

Rolan grins, giving you the view of his pointed teeth and you feel your toes already curling before his lips meet yours, and you're pushing him into the nearest shelf of books. You two kiss before being forced apart by the need for air, you take that moment to take in his features and kiss on his neck to hear his soft hums and feel his sharp nails so closely wanting to rip through your clothes. You drop to your knees, loving the sight of Rolan panting above you. You're quick to push aside his robes and undo his belt, his breathing getting shallower as you rip at his ties and his voice getting shaky with anticipation as he keeps switching from words you can understand to infernal. 

His trousers drop down to his ankles, and his cock, thick and decorated down the hard length with ridges that make your mouth water. You planned to take your time, but when you see how staring alone makes his tip pebble with pearlescent precum, you instantly lose all control. 

Rolan moans loudly as your tongue drags over the ridges of his swollen cock, leading to his leaking head, where you wrap your lips over the tip, swiping your tongue so slowly to linger in the taste. Then you lick the sensitive underside as you go down another inch, and he can no longer control his body as his knees buckle and his hips stutter forward. So badly does he want to just run his fingers through your hair and thrust his hips in more, but he's never had this happen before... 

His hands grip tightly onto the shelves as he moans, his tail twists uncontrollably as you suck more and more down your fucking throat. He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, and it only sets in further that yes, this is happening. It's so intimate... and you're doing it with him... to him... before he knows it tears are sliding down his face as moans your name only encouraging you to take him further, and as his cock starts to throb and his moans turn to growls, right at his peak, he can no longer hold it in. 

"I-ah-love you!!”

You swallow him down with a grin, your little plan worked better than you had expected. 

Zevlor

From the moment you met Zevlor, you have been helplessly mesmerized. At first, it was just his presence alone, how he stood so tall in his worn armor shining in the sun. He was so bright it burned your eyes, but you couldn't look away. From that point, you have looked for him always, to stare and admire him for everything he was, and everything he still is to you. 

Your admiration continues every day from the moment the brain fell into the harbor and you both left the lives that might have been in the city for a quiet one for just the two of you. A small farm that has everything you two could ever need. Mornings are filled with groggy whispers and soft touches teasing each other's skin. He always leaves your shared bed right at the crack of dawn, leaving you to sleep. But if he only knew that as he rises from the bed, stretching his body to loosen his stiff muscles and crack his joints, your eyes are glued to him. How could you possibly tear your eyes away from his crimson body so bare and highlighted by the morning sun, the remnants of your arousal dried and shining on his taut thighs. 

As he stretches his body, his tail curls with him, and you just cannot help being a voyager and dragging your hands to touch your excited sex… 

It's always the best way to start your day. 

As the day continues, you two go about your daily duties, passing each other by with quick smiles and playful gestures. By noon, you're hanging up the laundry on the line as you watch Zevlor effortlessly work with the horses, getting them to trot and gallop with just a few clicks of his tongue. Though you thought you were clear by spying through the hanging clothes, Zevlor must have caught you, because he begins to show off. Getting the horse to prance and dance around the pen, something he knows, always makes you laugh. When your eyes meet, you smile at each other, you're too far for him to hear, so you mouth words of affection so he can read your lips. 

Understanding you, Zevlor smiles as he places his hand on his heart before turning back to work. You watch for a moment longer before turning away to your next task, but before you do, you see Zevlor rubbing his hand on his neck with a wince... he's been doing that lately…

With the sun setting and all the choirs wrapped up for the day, Zevlor walks through your home, trying to not show how tired he truly is. The knots in his neck are unwavering, and all he wants to do is sit unmoving till it's time to curl into bed with you in his arms. Kicking off his boots at the door, he makes his way over the creaking floorboards to the kitchen, but before he can make it there, you catch the corner of his eye. 

You stand with your back to the wall at the threshold of the hallway. You have changed into something simple, but with the right curl of his claw, it could easily tear away from your body. Zevlor feels his tongue get thick and his mouth wants to water as your eyes slowly roam over him. Fuck being tired when you look at him like that. 

"My dear?" He draws with a smile, approaching you, "Is everything alright?" 

With him closer now you reach up onto your toes sliding your hands down the sides of his neck to his solid chest, "Everything is fine, I just have a favor if you could manage it?" 

He sighs softly, touching your cheek, "Of course…" 

You grab his hand and lead him to your shared room. Once in, he turns to you with a lifted brow and a smug grin, "Already, my dear? I mean we haven't even had dinner but if it is what you crave how could I possibly deny you?" 

Leaning in for a kiss, you quickly stop him by putting your finger to his full lips, "Not that, my flame, I need you to strip your shirt, then sit." 

Zevlor growls playfully, nipping at your skin, "You first…" 

"Devour me later, for now, sit. And listen." 

Not going to argue, he pulls his shirt's ties and lets it drop to the floor before sitting obediently waiting. Zevlor watches you intently as you turn and start grabbing oils from your vanity, then crawl behind him. 

"I'm not sure how this is a favor?" He teases as you pour the soothing oil into your palm. 

"You said yes, so sit, relax... and enjoy." You whisper as you press your hands onto his warm skin and begin working out the tense knots.

Zevlor is quick to melt under your fingers as you massage every expanse of his rigid body. The oils make it easy to slide your hands over his hot skin, to help untense his long, strained muscles. Though getting to rub him all over wasn't your favorite part of this 'favor,' your favorite part was getting to hear his gruff groans and low purrs. -Complete putty in your hands. 

"I must admit... I don't know what I did to deserve this..." He mutters as his head bobs, completely lost in relaxation. 

Leaning in, you start pressing kisses to the tips of his blushing ears, something you have always found makes his tail sway and body shiver. "I see how hard you work and wanted to show my appreciation… my admiration…" As you kiss down his ears to the crook of his neck, you curl your hands around his shoulders and quickly push him down on the bed, making him look up at you in awe. "But I have other ways to show you if you like..."

Zevlor is all too eager to follow your lead as you crawl above him and start loosening the ties of his pants. You can feel your mouth watering as you watch his cock stretching the cotton, begging to pop out. Before you can fully pull him out, you're surprised to feel your own bottoms being pulled on and rolled down your legs. Looking down, you see that cocky smirk of his, and he leans up and begins to lick against the cotton on your sex. He sucks and pulls, trying so desperately to get any taste of you that he can, his fingers only making your twist and whine as he continues his pursuit. 

Remembering that this is about him and not you, you start to lick against the head of his cock, tasting his arousal and moaning on his cock, and you both delve deeper and deeper into each other. 

[reverieblondie]

Could you do something with the tiefling bachelors where tav has never had someone make her cum before and she just doesn’t think it will ever happen, thinks she’s “broken” but they prove her wrong 😭 I love your writing sm

A/N: This has been in my drafts for so long! I think it started off strong but I'm not sure about the end but I hope you enjoy anyway!

NSFW! MDNI!!! 18+ Only!

Dammon

"Broken? No, sweetheart, you just haven't had anyone who knows how to treat you right."

For a man who spends hours pounding away at metal, you were not expecting him to touch you so gently. But from the minute you showed up on his doorstep, it's been nothing but gentle caresses and soft words. You had half expected him to pull you inside and pin you to the door as he treats you to the feeling of his forked tongue rubbing against yours. Instead, he gave you a warm smile as he held the door for you to slip through.

He touches down your arms softly with his calloused hands. Then his lips follow, pressing against your skin, lingering to swipe his tongue on the more sensitive areas. It sends hot shivers through your body as he licks slowly down your neck to your shoulder. It's making you more excited with every brush of his hands against your body, and Dammon can tell…​

He presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, "Are you feeling it yet? That neediness?" He moves his finger slowly down your waist to the hem of your trousers, teasing the edge, "Or do I need to keep playing…"

Dammon smirks at your shyness before pitching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Then he pulled you in, slowly kissing your expecting lips, his tongue deliberate with every move. As the kiss continues, you feel his hands squeeze tighter on your hips before slipping down to caress your ass, till he's scooping you up, causing you to break the kiss with a surprised squeak.

Your legs wrap around his waist as you take in his bright blue eyes and perfect smile.

"I wanted to go slower, sweetheart. But I'm getting impatient to taste you." Dammons growls as he walks up his stairs. Still holding you like your weight is nothing to him.​

Clinging your arms around his neck, you look at him, confused, "But ... We've already kissed."

Dammon smirks before he lowers the two of you to his plush bed. With his body weight over you, it feels like you can hardly breathe, and it makes a shock shoot down to your core to have him pressing his solid build on you.

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips; " You really are a sweetheart, aren't you..."

Dammon kisses down the column of your throat as his hands start plucking away at the laces of your shirt. The more skin revealed to him, the further down his kisses go. Down your chest, over your sensitive nipples, against your soft stomach, till he's pulling your trousers down and kissing against your thighs before pressing his mouth and tongue to the wet spot of your underwear.

His hot tongue caresses the fabric against your clit, and it has your legs squeezing his head in surprise. Dammon looks at you, confused, and you stutter an apology. "I'm sorry ... I've just never had a guy do that to me before ."

Dammon smirks, "Taste you through your panties?"

" ... Um ... give me oral .....”

Dammon's expression suddenly turns serious. "Then lie back, and if you want me to stop, just tell me."

You smile at him before he goes back to kissing against your clothed sex, making the wet spot bigger each time his mouth presses against your swollen pearl. Every kiss is reverent, and every nudge of his tongue goes from either painfully slow or naughtily fast.

By the time he's kissing against your hip, and he's sliding down your ruined underwear, you're already squirming. Before diving in with his tongue, he breathes in your sex as his hands grip your breasts, making your back arch and your voice keen.

Dammon first kisses against your cunt, sliding his tongue through your folds as he holds your squirming hips down. Every slide of his too-hot tongue makes your body shiver, and your hips want to rut faster. He slides up and down your folds till he's nudging against your clit, giving quick licks. Your hands slide down your body, grabbing your breasts as you relish in the pleasure you're receiving. Then Dammon sucks hard against your clit, and you can't help yourself from reaching down to grab onto his horns. He looks up, not stopping for a moment as his tongue drives into your cunt with a pleased smirk ... only pausing to watch your face as he pushes in two fingers.

As you reach your peak, the licking and sucking against your pussy gets louder and more sloppy as his fingers curl faster. Before you know it, a tightness is constructing in your lower stomach, and suddenly it bursts into a shouting pleasure through you.

You're not even sure what had happened in your clouded mind till you see the evidence of your release over Dammon's pretty face.

Cal

"I don't think you're broken. I think that you need someone who has patience to figure out what you like."

It was something you never thought you would hear, Cal, say... but now it's out in the open like your confession...

"Do ... you have patience..." fell from your lips before you could even help yourself. Embarrassment washed over you, along with a rising flush. Everything was so still till you felt his massive hand cover yours.

Cal's eyes are focused on you, "I like to think I do ... and if you gave me the chance, I would do anything for you." How could anyone pass that up, especially when it's Cal saying it?​

With a shy hum, you grab Cal's large hand and walk him to your room. You feel your body wanting to shake. But of course, Cal was just completely perfect as he wrapped his arms around your body, stabilizing you in this moment with him.

As your hands were eager to strip away at his clothes to reveal his perfectly trimmed body. Cal, though, was slow when he kissed you, soft when he stripped you bare, and gentle when he turned you around and bent you over your own bed. Cal's hands slide from your shoulders.

down your spine, marveling how it curved in the wave of his touch. He grabs a handful of your ass, marveling at the soft fullness before spreading you apart to admire your light ring and dripping cunt quivering over nothing.

Cal smirks at your soft trembling before placing a reverent kiss on the dimples on your lower back. It's so smooth and sweet till suddenly you're gasping at the feeling of spit falling onto your ass. Cal's fingers rub the slick over your tight ring before breaching you with the tip of his thumb. The feeling of his digit stretching open your virgin hole has you moaning and clutching hard to your sheets ... but selfishly, you can't help but crave more of him.

So as his thumb continues going in and out of you, you're spreading yourself wider and arching further. Cal lifts a brow at you with a pleased grin, his length twitching from your begging for more. And he's more than determined to give you all of him.

Cal's cock is hot as it rubs slowly over your light slit, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance, making your hips buckle. He's being patient, but you need him to fuck you already.

Maybe he finally got the hint from your whining, or perhaps it was from how you pulled his tail to drag him in closer; either way, he decided to finally end your desperation by stretching you over his cock. Your velvet walls clenched against every ridge as his hands held onto your hips like a vice. Cal's pace was slow and deep, with each thrust of his hips, his cock being driven deeper and deeper. You feel your stomach coil tighter with every loud clap of skin against skin... but your release is still not there…

A bubble of ecstasy starts to billow forth before it's spiked into one of pleasure when his arm curls around your body to play with your clit. You feel the rhythm of not only his rutting but his hand picking up its pace. The pleasure rises through you like a fire, clouding your mind till you shudder in a silent scream, letting your pleasure roll through you.

After everything, you two lay tangled in each other's arms, Cal's soft snoring echoing in the dark. You laugh and curl up closer. He certainly showed you that you weren't broken.

Rolan

"In no way are you broken, I'm sure many have had that experience ... Perhaps we could practice? Use me as you need ... or let me take control.

Let him take control? And how would that bookworm of a wizard manage that?

Turns out very easily, control kinda suits him, it turns out.

You feel yourself shiver as you sit on his nude thighs, shyly you bury your face into the crook of his neck, allowing yourself to get lost in the soft scent of his hair.

"We should start slow ... " His rich voice whispers in your ear as his hot cock rubs against your drooling cunt. You gasp and clench tighter to his shoulders as he smears it through your arousal, teasing the head of his cock against your needy entrance. After enough teasing, you can't help yourself from reaching down and grasping him in your hand. Rolan's voice hums as you start pumping up and down, feeling against the sensitive ridges.

When his voice sounds more strained and whining, that's when you move to look at him, and it makes you even needier, his lips in a sharp grin ... but his eyes, completely blown in needy lust. Same as yours.

Slowly, inch by inch, you stretch yourself open on his girth. Rolan's hands squeeze the round of your ass as he holds you steady against him. His nails slightly dig in deeper as he helps guide you down.

You feel yourself tighten around him as the heat of him threatens to burn your insides. You haven't moved, and you're already panting. Holding tightly onto his shoulders, you watch as he looks up at you, and you begin to bounce.

You start slowly, moaning his name softly as you gently split yourself over his ripped length. Rolan hums into your neck as his hands wander up to your waist, trailing his nails over your skin. The feeling is mind-numbing, and you can't help yourself from chasing more. So your pace builds from slow and tender to more vigorous. Your insides are twisting with every ram of his cock to your sensitive core.

His voice gets breathier as he whines about your beauty... and how soft you feel. You are his perfection. "That's it, darling ... Use me ... cum on me.”

Rolan's hand falls from your back and reaches down to rub your clit, making your body jolt with electricity. That snap is so close you can feel it rising through your veins. Your mixed heavy pants and the wet squelching of your pussy fuel you both as Rolan starts to slam his hips up to your rhythm. The head of his cock slapping your cervix, making you want to babble endlessly.

As your back arches, you feel the sweat roll down your back, sheening your skin in lust. Your breath fans over his face as you look into his hooded eyes, muttering so softly, but your ringing ears register nothing. Then you feel him throb, and that has your coil shattering and your vision going white.

Gritting his teeth, he rocks you on his cock, guiding you through your orgasm. His hot cock burning your insides makes your eyes roll and your body quake. Taking deep breaths, your foggy mind clears, and your glassy eyes meet his dark, blown-out ones.​

You lean into his warmth, letting it wash over you. The ringing in your ears fades, and you hear his voice giving you gentle praise.

“I told you, you're not broken…”

He just always seems to be right.

Zevlor

"Just let me lead my darling... I will take care of you.”

The purr of his voice makes your whole body shake; if you weren’t flushed before, you are now. Zevlor’s eyes pierce through the darkness, pinning you in place; you can’t even bring yourself to move, so filled with nerves. Zevlors' eyes seem to rake over you before he holds his hand out towards you. “Darling…”

It completely melts you, and you reach for him, sliding your hand within his. As he leans back against the chair, which creaks, he slowly guides you down to his lap. As soon as your back meets his warm chest, you feel your breath starting to pick up slightly, and Zevlor notices.

His voice husk in your ear as his hands glide slowly over your arms and down your chest… "Don't be nervous, my darling."

His hands go lower till they are at the apex of your thighs. Moving slowly, he moves your legs to hook over his thighs, and slowly he spreads you open. He takes his time tracing over your sex, praising you for every whimper and quiver. You feel completely enthralled by him, his heat, his touch, everything in this moment is him, is his... You are his to control, to lead.

When he finally gets done with his teasing, you feel him pull aside your underwear, and you shiver. You thought the heat of him was intense before, but now, feeling his skin pressed against your rubbing so slowly, you feel your mind becoming more hazy.

His breath fans over the shell of your ear, “Do you feel it? That heat in your veins? That twisting of your stomach?”

You feel yourself tense as his hand moves against your sensitive sex faster; you can feel yourself dripping, and Zevlor is all too pleased.

He smiles as you grip him tighter, “You do… I can feel it… so wet and needy, you're so close to it, you just need to let go and trust that I have you.”

You do trust him; you always have. Of course, he would be the person to bring you so close to the edge. With his words in your head and the feeling starting to make your blood rush, you start to grind your hips, riding the ex-commander's fingers. And as your body shakes and you feel your orgasm roll over you, Zevlor puts his other hand on your stomach with delicious pressure, and as you shout from the intensity, you feel yourself squirt.

That moment of bliss is suddenly embarrassment at what you just did, and as you try to get up, you're forced back down to his lap. You turn to look at Zevlor, and your eyes nearly bulge from your head as you watch his forked tongue lick across his fingers.

Those fiery eyes meet yours, and he smiles, “I didn’t say we were done yet…”

*****

[reverieblondie]

Idea that just came to me. What if Rolan writes out his thoughts and feelings—both romantic and spicy—about Tav in Infernal but, unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, Cal and Lia are teaching Tav the language and have been grabbing random notebooks of his (usually ledgers, inventory lists, commissions, stuff like that) to teach her. I'm sure you can guess where this is going.

Just imagine Rolan coming back to the tower only to see Cal and Lia standing there looking guilty.

Rolan: "Alright, what did you two troglodytes break."

Cal and Lia: *simultaneously trying to explain what happened and blame it on the other sibling*

Rolan's Journal

NSFW! MDNI!!! 18+ Only! Warnings- Dirty talk, sex (p in v), riding, and filth in general so read at your own risk.

Gods... to just taste her skin.

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The mere sight of her makes my heart race and my thoughts run rampant. Today, seeing her in the shop made my mouth water.

Her fingers running over her lips in contemplation, the way her movements simply glide through a space.

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If only my mouth could match the way I feel... 

"Buy Something or leave. We don't need any loiterers." As soon as Rolan said it and your eyes met his, he was kicking himself.

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Of course, you just smile,"I'm sorry, Ro. I promise to buy something after my lessons today. "

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Ah, yes, your lessons . That's why you've come by; it's not that you're not a loyal customer, but that you have even more of a reason to come around. Not that he's complaining, just more opportunity to make an ass out of himself.

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Rolan tries to look busy as he reshelves some tomes while staying close to your side. "How has learning infernal been going for you?"

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You do that tail curling pout of your lip, almost as if you're guilty of something. "It's been going alright, I just need to study more."

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Of course, you should be studying more. If you had asked Rolan to teach you, he would have given you so much to study and read that you would be fluent by now.

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“Tmyh wmafdv qujy haf wapyzmulq za ryiv... “ (They should give you something to read... )

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“zmyh vory zrhulq zmyur kywz” (they are trying their best). Rolan holds back his laugh at your rusty, unpolished infernal, but can't hold back his smile. 

“voryl'z haf erytuafw” (aren't you precious ). He didn't mean to let it slip, but judging by the look on your face, you didn't have a clue. Thank the gods.

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Before you can ask what he said, Lia is rushing down to gather you for your lessons. Lia shoves past Rolan, making sure to give him a playful bump before grabbing your hand.

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"Rolan, stop bothering our student. We have a busy day ahead of us."

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He can't help but roll his eyes, "Yes, drinking tea and gossiping before learning a little infernal does take quite some time.”

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Lia jabs his shoulder, "We have been teaching more than that. Just because we don't run a boot camp like you do doesn't mean it's not working.”

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You pause at the foot of the stairs, gripping your hands onto the railing tightly, "If you wanted, you could join us?"

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The slight redness in your cheeks wasn't lost on Rolan; it was like you were embarrassed to even ask. Teaching you, helping you, it sounds like a perfect day... "Though I think you would benefit from it, I can't. I have to go to the market.”

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You looked disappointed before quickly masking it with that chipper smile of yours that makes his chest twist. “Well another time then…” 

Rolan cursed himself as he watched you head up the stairs. Why must he always say the opposite of what he wants? 

He looks down at his journal, it has it all, everything he wants to say to you written down in his native tongue. When he writes it’s so easy to just get all his thoughts off his chest. How you enchanted him, how the scent of your perfume makes his heart swell when he catches whiffs of it lingering in the air, and how he so badly wants to be the one spending so much time teaching you, getting closer to you… 

Rolan signs before snapping his fingers and blipping his journal back to its rightful place. One day maybe he will get the courage, but not today. 

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The market is always a headache, but it's a necessary one. How else are they supposed to have any supplies? Bags in hand, he walks up the steps to the tower: It's been a few hours now, so he's sure you have left, but that doesn't stop him from hoping just a bit to see you before you go.

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But as he reaches the top of the stairs, he only sees Cal and Lia pacing nervously. From the second their eyes met, he instantly knew they were guilty of something. 

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He sighs as he puts the bags down "Alright, what did you two troglodytes break?" 

Both immediately tried to talk, in a confusing, bombarded manner, about parts of the story and multiple apologies. 

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It’s enough of their crowding and rambling that leaves his ears ringing, finally Rolan has had enough. "Silence, you two! Just tell me, calmly.”

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Lia and Cal look at each other, seeming to draw mental straws, til finally Lia relents with an exasperated sigh. "Alright, but you have to swear not to get upset ... "

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Rolan rolls his eyes , "Upset? What exactly - "

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Lia’s sharp nail comes close to his nose as she holds up her finger to silence him. "Just promise."

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He relents, "Alright, I will remain composed, but if you keep me with bated breath, I will lose it."

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"Well, we had lessons with Tav today, and towards the end she asked if she could take home a book written in Infernal. Well, as you know, that can be limited, so we were helping her look. Then she found one, and we didn't think anything of it ... until we looked over at your desk later... "

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Rolan feels his blood run "You're not saying…”

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Cal's voice is pleading,"We think she took your diary! "

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Normally, Rolan would be snapping that it's a journal, not a diary... but the news has his whole body frozen. Then he nods with an eerie calm hum.

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"Rolan, you okay?" Rolan's, unsure who had even asked the question, as he turned back towards the stairs, then, in a blink, he was running down them.

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Cal and Lia look at each other before Cal smiles, "Well, his reaction could have been worse."

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Rolan can only hope that by some miracle you haven't read his secret desires. If you haven't, it will be simple enough to just take it back, but if you have read it, this could uproot everything.

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Rolan urges his feet to move faster over the cobblestone, ignoring how he almost trips and falls. Finally, down your street, he slides as he comes to your front door. Before he can think better of it, he rushes up your steps and knocks feverishly on your door.

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As soon as he sees you open the door with that shocked look on your face, he feels that familiar stirring in his gut. Then he sees his journal in your hand, and his heart sinks. He is breathing heavily and knows that the look on his face is pleading, "Did you understand it? "

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Red fills your cheeks as you nod, “Majority of it … enough to get the gist.”

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Great, this is even worse than he thought … What should he do? What should he say… Swallowing down his pride, he averts his gaze, "I'm So-"

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He feels himself pulled forward by his collar. Before he can ask he feels your lips on his. As soon as it happened, that moment of bliss was over as you pulled away. Rolan watches as your own panic fills your eyes, your lips forming words of 'sorry,' but he can't hear it over his racing heartbeat.

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It's the rush, the quick spur of the moment and their blood rushing with adrenaline, Rolan’s mind tries to reason, but as always, he betrays his thoughts with his actions. Rolan keeps his eyes on yours as he walks through the threshold of your door. Your beautiful eyes widen as he steps towards you, and when his hand touches your face, you practically melt for him becoming a puddle of want as his lips softly brush over yours again and again.

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"I should've told you sooner.” He says, before caressing his hands down your back and taking in the scent of your neck.

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"Tell me now ."

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More of a whine than a demand, it still has its tail and ears twitching. He betrays himself by giggling, "Didn't you read it?"

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You breathe into his ear, and he feels himself moan, "But I want to hear it."

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Rolan, for a moment, doesn't get it ... till he feels your teeth on his neck and you mutter, “Pdyiwy” (Please)

So he lets out a shaky sigh as he peppers your skin not only with the caresses of his kiss but with the warmth of his words.

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“Yaf mijy miflzyv ph yjyrh zmafqmz orap zmy vih xe pyz haf ul zmiz mydd ao xe qrajy” ( You have haunted my every thought from the day I met you in that hell of a grove.)

As he feels your body tremble and your heart race even hotter he growls in your ear, his voice heavy and dark. Rolan smiles, watching the goose bumps roll over your skin. "Nas edyiwy. dyz py xe'jy afz ph yjyrh vywury al haf…” (Now please. let me live out my every desire on you... )

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He's unsure if you even understand these words, but his want must somehow translate and match yours. Rolan tries to say more, but every infernal growl is stifled by heated lips and desperate hands. It's udder bliss that has him just falling into your lead. That utter bliss lands him in your bed.

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Rolan chuckles as you stand before him, sheading your clothes. He leans up on his elbows, feeling himself twitch as your soft skin is slowly revealed to him. “nyyvh vory sy?" ("Needy are we?")

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Grinning, you position yourself on top of him, beginning to undo his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

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“Xe safdv wih qryyvh..”  ("I would say greedy.. ")

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With those words, it clicks that you have been doing extra studies.... Gods, you're mesmerizing …

Straddling over him with hooded eyes. Rolan couldn't help but roam his eyes all over your body. He wanted to burn this image in his mind to hold onto forever. Then he felt his whole body twitch as your soft hand grasped his cock, working him, teasing him till his tail was thumping and sweet started to bead against his brow. Part of him thought this must be torture for how hard he was on you during certain lessons... but your face, you were totally amazed by watching his arousal grow harder and harder.

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Then you pressed yourself against him, and his eyes widened as you slowly eased his textured girth inside you. Rolan felt his nails shredding into your sheets as he mentally prayed for this to last forever. You moved your hips slowly, your face close to his, stealing kisses from his softly panting breath. But then your hips started rolling over him faster and faster till his nails were digging into your soft flesh and his lips caressed your slick skin.

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Your skin is cool against his, and he can feel your pulse racing as he kisses your neck and rocks you against him harder and harder. The sensual sounds of his cock filling your slick pussy fill the room as he fucks into you. As he growls in your ear, he feels your pussy pulse against him.

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You can barely think as he fills and stretches you as far as you can go. You start to feel your legs start to tremble, that overwhelming feeling of him nudging against your G-spot. It was an insanely euphoric feeling being so full, you just can't help but whine.

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Everything about you drives him crazy, but hearing you whine and watching how your body shudders with every bounce on his cock. He squeezes as his cock throbs inside you, and as your cunt is fluttering around him, you feel your body shake as the pleasure rushes over you, and your mind hazes as you feel him spill inside you.

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As you're coming down, you slide down and settle yourself beside Rolan and take in his warmth as you feel yourself slowly coming down from your high .

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“Yafr wa dajydh... “ (You're so lovely ... ), he brings his hand to your cheek, gently brushing back your hair. 

You're the one giggling and before he knows it you're pushing his journal into his hands, he looks at you confused and that's when you nug him on. “Go on, read me the ones I missed…” 

Rolan shakes his head before cracking open the book and clearing his throat, “If you insist.” 

[reverieblondie]

I have a short one for you for the tiefling bachelors, what if he had a significant other who came with him from Elturel and said significant other got snatched up by the nautiloid during the beginning of the game before finding him again at the Emerald Grove?

~Sweet Anon

Hello my sweet Anon! You are so amazing and thank you for always taking the time to help me with the Dark Prince Rolan story! Your contributions helping me organize and edit my drafts helps me more than you can ever know! You sent me this forever ago and in-between my writers block to finish chapters I've been working on request! I hope you enjoy this read! Thank you!

MDNI! 18+ ONLY!

Zevlor ⚔️💝

It’s been one nightmare after another; they are lucky they were able to find even a smidge of reprieve in the grove, and this idiot is endangering everyone!

“How could you be so stupid? You leading the danger here puts everyone at risk!”

“What am I supposed to do? Just die? What else should I have done? Let them take me!? Only idiots let themselves get caught!”

Zevlor feels his blood get hot; he grabs Aradin’s collar tight, forcing him to meet his flaming eyes. “Watch your damn mouth...”

Aradin looks scared before realization washes over him and he smirks, “Oh... so that rumor’s true... You had a little honey with a death wish... Let themselves get caught. Looks like you really know what a true fool is.”

Zevlor’s grip tightens, “Don’t you dare... You don’t know anything.”

“I know that there is no way they could have survived, and I just have to ask myself what would make someone want to escape from someone else so bad.”

“People approach the gate!” Larkessa shouts. 

Oh great! Now more people are coming in after the bloodbath. Zevlor pushes away Aradin, “If that’s more trouble...”

Zevlor watches as the gate is lifted and a small group of people walks in, and then it’s like all the air suddenly disappears from his lungs. It’s... it can’t be real.

In a trance, he walks forward towards the group, but Aradin gets in the way.

The damn punk is the last thing he wants to deal with now, so now, with little practice, he quickly punches Aradin in the nose, laying him out.

And that’s when your eyes met Zevs, and he feels like he is about to drop to his knees. Zevlor steps over Aradin’s body and ignores everything else till he’s right in front of you.

Zevlor has had this dream before, and he holds back tears as his eyes scan over every part of your face, exactly as he had remembered it.

“Please tell me this is real, tell me you’re really here, and this isn’t just another haunting dream.”

You reach out, grabbing his hand; the softness of your skin makes him want to shudder. You smile as tears escape down his cheeks as you bring his hand to your face.

“I promise I’m real, Zev, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Normally, a gloomy cave wouldn’t be the most ideal place for a romantic reunion, but with all the warm candlelight making everything seem to glow, it’s like a perfect oasis for you two to share in your long awaited reunion. Even Zevlor’s deep crimson skin seems to glow in the dim light as you drag your fingertips over his skin.  

It seems he’s gotten some new scars since you’ve been gone, so you take your time to kiss against them before, your tongue sneaks out to trace the ridges that cause a growl to roll from his throat.

You can't mask your glee, “I’m happy to see you have all the same sensitive spots.”

Zevlor moves your hair out of your face. “I should be the one kissing all over you, my beloved.” 

He moves his arms to hold you tightly, “Doing anything to say I’m sorry for not protecting you.”

Before he can say more, you’re leaning in and silencing him with a kiss. Every time your lips touch his, he feels his whole body calm, like you’re his missing piece to help heal all the past hurt that haunts him.

Breaking the kiss, you keep your forehead pressed to his, “I knew what the trouble was, and you were trying to help the others like I said to do. Please stop beating yourself up, or I will have to spend all night changing your mind.”

Zevlor can’t help but get embarrassed and excited by the proposition. “I... don’t think I would mind that.”

Rolan 🔮💖

Even though he can feel that his body is completely exhausted, Rolan can’t bring himself to shut his eyes; when he does, he can see you reaching out for him and your screams echoing through the air. Rolan sighs, turning in his bedroll. It’s no use; he needs to take a walk. Not that it will help, but it seems to be the only way to pass the time till morning.

The night is biting as he exits the tent; as he walks, he can’t help but keep looking up towards the stars. Wiping away his tears, he notices a... shooting star?

Rolan pauses. No, it looks... different? 

Part of him wants to shrug it off, but curiosity gets the better of him, so he quickens his pace to try to get a better look. Higher up on the rocks, his jaw drops; it’s not a star, it’s a ship! A very familiar-looking ship!

Running now, he does his best to avoid the falling wreckage as he gets closer and closer to the beach. It’s wild to be sprinting towards the unknown with literal garbage crashing to the ground. But something keeps bringing him closer, almost like he can hear you.

Rolan tries to shake the thought; that isn’t even plausible, but here he is running headfirst into danger just like you always do. As he starts to come to his senses, he slows down. He can still hear your voice echoing in his mind, but when he looks up. He sees you!

Rolan’s jaw drops as he sees you falling from the sky! Of course you would somehow manage that with your tendency for danger! So without hesitation, he’s running towards you, terrified that you will fall and get hurt crashing to the sand. He finds the tallest rock, scratching and clawing his way to the top to get a bit closer.

It’s not an easy cast, but managing to do it as fast as he can, he casts feather fall, managing to slow your descent. With you falling slowly, he reaches out his arms and catches your drifting body.

You’re knocked out, but you're breathing, and he can’t believe this is real- this is how you would end up back in his arms, and with you back, he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Wake up... please wake up, it’s me!” Rolan begs with your unconscious form, but you only respond by muttering his name.

Escaping the nautiloid, memories flash through your mind. The last truly coherent memory is the explosion and being shot back. But the sound of rushing wind you had heard before is replaced with a sound of rushing water.

Waking up, you touch your head and feel a wet rag. Taking it off, you find it familiar, then look over and see the moonlit waterfall with a very familiar form pacing along its edge.

Rolan is muttering to himself, sounding especially fussy, “Of course you would fall out of the sky like a shooting star.”

You let out a slight laugh, “I... have always been your star… Rolan.”

Rolan’s ears visibly twitch as he turns, rushing to your side. His hands are warm as he presses them to your head and looks you over, asking you a million questions. You lean into him, enjoying hearing his voice and feeling his touch.

“Must you always get yourself in trouble? I thought... I thought I would never see you again! I... I!”

Leaning up, you take him by surprise as you press your lips against his. Of course, everything he was going to say falls away, and he’s getting lost in your touch.

Pulling away you smile at how blown out his golden eyes are and how flushed red his rosy skin has become.

“Rolan, you know I love you and no matter what I will always come back to you.”

Your smile only makes him further embarrassed, but he makes sure to hold on to you as he responds with his own confession.

“And I will always be here waiting for you to come back to me... I love you too...”

Dammon 🔨💗

Anger... burning hot anger seems to be the only thing he feels these days. Your disappearance was so sudden... Why couldn’t it have been him? He could have handled it; he’s literally been through the hells and back.

Dammon starts to bang against the metal harder and harder till... Snap!

Dammon stares down at the broken metal snapped to bits... And for some reason, looking at it makes his chest ache... he thinks about you, and your last memories together... the life you promised each other...

“Dammon, did you hear? There was some shipwreck at the beach; you might want to... go check it out...” Danis runs in and pauses as he watches Dammon wipe his face. “Hey, are you—”

“I’m fine, thanks for the tip,” Dammon says before getting his sack and walking out. Danis frowns; that’s how everyone looks at him after your capture... He knows they mean well... but that sympathetic stare makes him feel worse.

Dammon manages to get to the beach without much trouble and starts looting, looking for anything he might be able to use. The destruction and gruesomeness are all over the place, and he can’t help but feel uneasy. Dammon tries to quicken the pace, but as he’s hurrying to tuck things in his bag, he notices it...

Mindflyer...

They are just as terrifying and disgusting as legends have said... And it’s just his luck that it seems to have noticed him. With the monsters’ approach, Dammon pulls out his sword and prepares for a fight. But the Mindflyer is quick to use its abilities to unarm him, so now he’s a sitting duck, easy prey...

In what he thinks are his last moments, his mind goes back to you. Your voice, your smile, how his world felt complete when he kissed you. He just wished he could have seen you one last time.

Back to reality, he sees the Mindflyer — then it’s down and bleeding... He’s stunned before looking up and sees... you.

Dammon can’t help himself seeing you in the flesh as his emotions feel completely overwhelmed. Then he starts laughing before breaking down to his knees and crying... You’re okay, you’re alive, you’re here.

You run up and wrap him in your arms with a smile, “Aw, Dammon, when did you become such a crybaby?”

He dries his tears and smiles up at you. “Must have happened while you were gone.”

Though he keeps telling you to get some rest, you can’t help yourself from staring at his sweat-slick body as he unpacks his pack. Dammon looks back at you where you lay naked in his bedroll. 

He smiles, “Still not feeling rested? What else do you need, my love?”

You don’t even have to say anything; all you do is move the blanket open as an invitation for him to crawl in, and of course he obliges.

Lying with you, he brushes your messy hair away from your face.

“Is this you asking for a round two?”

You smirk, “Of course, but this time don’t leave, you know I can never get rest without your warmth.”

How can he argue with that? “I’m not going anywhere as long as you’re here with me.”

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zayne / reader (gender neutral, non mc): comforting you after a bad day

part 2 of 6 done!! this was...a bit longer than i meant for it to be lol. also fun fact one time i got 2 concussions in 2 days and saw the same dr twice. he looked so confused and concerned lmao, i hope you all like it!!!

Zayne looks down at his phone, brow furrowing imperceptibly to anyone around him as he realizes there’s not a single notification from you. After working early this morning, you should be back home by now. He sends a quick text checking up on you, and puts his phone away again, preparing for his next patient. While he absolutely gives his patient and their treatment his full attention, in the back of his mind he worries a bit at your unusual silence.

Meanwhile, in a nearby park, you shake a couple acorns in your hand as a desperate bribe for the squirrel thief who stole your phone and immediately scurried up the nearest tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a mom quickly pull her son to walk faster as you try to mimic squirrel noises and tempt it down, and you groan internally. The neighbors must think I’m insane you think to yourself. You hear the squirrel chattering to itself and scowl, feeling like it’s mocking you. On the brink of giving up, a squirrel in a nearby tree begins communicating to it. In either rage or playfulness it scurries along the branch towards the new squirrel, dropping your phone in the process.

…Unfortunately, it landed directly on your head. Spots of color flash alarmingly fast in front of your eyes and your knees buckle from the pain. You shut your eyes tight, grab at your head in pain and sit down, your other hand fumbling around blindly for your phone. After a few moments you open your eyes again and immediately feel a rush of vertigo. Your eyes begin to sting with tears slowly forming as you process how your simple after work walk went so terribly that you now probably have a concussion and probably contributed to several local gossip circles. Grabbing your phone, you force your eyes to focus as you figure out the fastest way to the hospital.

Zayne is just wrapping up the last of his paperwork for the day. Before you, he would have stayed late and gotten even further ahead for the next day. Now, though, he’s internally counting down the minutes to when he can see you again. Especially this evening, with complete radio silence from you. Right as he stands to grab his coat, he receives an email notification. His eyes flicker over to read the beginning of it, pausing his preparations to go home to you. The minute he reads the words “emergency contact” he’s making his way as quickly as he can to the emergency department while multitasking and reading the email on his phone to find your room number. When he arrives, the curtains are shut tight and the room is dark. Zayne very slowly slides open the door and tries his best to scoot past the curtain without moving the metal hooks it’s attached to. Even the slight crack of light and the tiniest noise causes you to groan from the bed, and you crack an eye open. You muster up a small smile at the sight of Zayne trying to squeeze past the curtain when there’s clearly not enough room.

“Hey,” you whisper, voice cracking a little. You were given anti nausea medicine through your IV, but before that was…rough, and your throat was still sore. Even that effort sent another wave of pain through your skull and you closed your eyes again. You feel a pressure on the bed by your hip on the side without your IV, and you know he’s sitting next to you, inspecting everything from your face to your IV and making sure whoever inserted it did a good job. He reaches out and holds one of your hands gently, thumb rubbing over your wrist. 

“Hello my love,” he doesn’t exactly whisper, but his voice is soft and feels soothing while you relax at the smallest touch from him. “I read your chart, I understand you have a concussion from something hitting your head. What…exactly happened? I was wondering what prevented you from texting me all day.” He tries to hide the worried feeling that twisted around in his stomach all day, but you know him and what even the smallest inflection in his words means. Squeezing his hand back gently, you look down.

“...Promise you won’t laugh?” He sighs a little, the sides of his mouth lifting just a little. Squeezing your hand again, he twists his fingers just a little to hook his pinky with yours.

“I promise I won’t…until you’re recovered.” You pout, but relent when he looks at you with that poorly veiled worry in his eyes again.

“Went for a walk after work. A squirrel stole my phone, I tried to chase it and lost. It dropped my phone on my head.” You can hear his breath stutter for a moment as he tries not to chuckle at the fact that only you would get into a situation like that, and you let go of his hand to lightly hit his arm. “Hey!” you whisper yell at him, “you promised! Plus work sucked, all my customers were rude, and I got a stain on my shirt…” you sigh as you think about your trainwreck of a day, trying to stop those tears from forming again. Less out of embarrassment now and more so because it caused your head to throb all over again. 

“Shh…” his hand presses against your forehead for a moment before smoothing back your hair, trailing down your face to cup your cheek and gently brush his thumb along the bottom of your eyes in case you started to cry. “Some of your bloodwork is taking a bit longer, but as soon as it’s done we can go home. Are you still feeling dizzy?” You pause for a moment before nodding, wincing at even the slightest movement. His hand still on your face tenses, touches your hair, then moves back as he goes to stand. “One moment then, dearest. I will be right back.” Footsteps tap softly against the floor as he walks as gently as possible over to the door where a nurse is standing. When he slides it open just enough to converse, you can hear hushed whispers back and forth and a rustling of papers. The footsteps return, and his hand caresses your hair again when he leans down to speak softly in your ear.

“I have your discharge paperwork here, my love. The wheelchairs can be squeaky, so…if you don’t mind, I would like to carry you to the car. Would you like sunglasses, or my jacket to cover your eyes? The lights in the hallways and outside can be overwhelming even without a concussion.” Even after the day you had, the amount of love and care he puts into every word and action leaves you unable to stop a small, soft smile from turning your lips. Sighing, you crack your eyes open to look up at his face from where he hasn’t moved back even an inch. Leaning forward just a bit, you brush your lips against his and watch as his eyes widen in surprise and amusement, while at the same time his hand reaches up to steady your head again.

“I don’t mind, and your jacket sounds nice. ‘m sorry…I know I promised to make supper tonight after work.” Zayne frowns and shakes his head, standing to gather your belongings and tuck your paperwork away.

“It sounds as if a squirrel owes you an apology, but you owe me nothing but your presence in my life. I can make us dinner if you would like, or if you’d prefer to stay close to each other for the remainder of tonight we can always pick up something on the way home. Of course, we should avoid anything that would affect your nausea or other symptoms, but outside of that it’s your choice.” Closing your eyes again, you lay back and let him take care of everything. Zayne makes quick work of double checking you both have everything before gently lifting you, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back and head. As you leave, he doesn’t even glance towards any of the patients or staff whispering or looking. All his focus is on getting you home safely as he occasionally lifts his right hand up to cover the top of your head when passing through doorways. When you get to the car he sets you down for a moment but always has one hand supporting you in case you get too dizzy, and he quickly unlocks it and helps you get in.

The ride home is uneventful, except that he insists you keep his jacket over your eyes to avoid the streetlights or led lights of the car hurting you further. His voice never raises above a soft murmur as he asks you about each restaurant and cafe passing by and what you would like for dinner. Once you decide, he pulls into the parking lot and heads inside since he has all your typical orders memorized (as do the staff at this point with how often one of you picks up a delivery after your respective work days). While he’s inside, you feel your eyes slowly drift closed under the warm jacket, and you drift off to sleep.

When you awake, you’re in your bed. All the lights have been turned off or set to their dimmest level, a cup of water and a single pill on your nightstand.

“How is your pain right now?” Looking over at the door, you watch as Zayne walks into the room and sets down two containers of food on top of two towels. “The medication I left by your bedside is for any nausea you may experience at night. Since you have a concussion, I have put all electronics away for now. When you’re done eating, I’ll put the food away and help you get ready for bed.” You nod gratefully, finding it hard to think of any words to convey how much you appreciate him, how his love and care for you makes every bad day better. But something about the way he smiles gently at you and adjusts the towels on your laps as makeshift dinner mats tells you he already knows. Leaning over to him, you kiss the side of his mouth, then his nose. You feel more than hear the small breath of flustered amusement before his hand barely rests against your chin, tilting you the tiniest amount in fear of causing more pain, and he kisses you tenderly for just a moment before pulling back. “Is there anything else you need me to do? Please, wake me up instead of getting up tonight. I’ll help you with anything, even if you’re just walking to the bathroom.” You lean your head against his shoulder as he unboxes the food, your body fully relaxing for the first time all day.

“As long as I have you, I don’t really need anything else.”

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[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: The Maid Dress

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

Note: Inspired by the Hoyofair fan arts of him in a maid dress, [one], [two], in which he looks mildly annoyed.

Hugo stands in the middle of the living room, looking reluctant but an unfairly elegant maid. The long dress hugs his tall and lean frame perfectly: a black fabric with white lace trim, a frilly apron is tied around his waist, and a matching headpiece is sitting on his golden hair. The skirt reaches his ankles, swishing dramatically with every step.

He holds a silver tray with your favourite snacks and drink while the other hand is on his hip, clearly fighting the urge to dramatically complain.

“Master~” he says, but the honorific is dripping with sarcasm as he approaches you. “Your humble maid has brought you refreshments.”

His heterochromatic eyes narrow at you. “I hope you’re enjoying this thoroughly.”

You try (and fail) to hide your grin. Hugo looks ridiculous and unfairly attractive at the same time.

He sets the tray down on the coffee table with a bow and a sigh, then crosses his arms as he looks at you while you’re indeed thoroughly enjoying the situation to the fullest.

Hugo leans down, placing one hand on the back of the sofa beside your head. He leans his face even closer to yours.

“Next time I win the bet,” he whispers, “I’m making you wear something much worse.”

The man straightens up again, adjusting the frilly apron with an exaggerated sigh.

“What does my beloved Master desire next? Shall I fan you? Massage your shoulders?”

“Or perhaps,” he adds with his voice dropping into a teasing purr, “you’d like me to serve you in other ways? I heard maids are very attentive.”

Despite the mild annoyance in his expression, his eyes are playful. He clearly hates the outfit… but loves seeing you this happy.

He picks up a snack from the tray and holds it to your lips.

“Open,” he says, still playing the role, though his tone is softer now. “Your loyal maid is here to serve.”

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[Headcanons] Male!Vivian Banshee: As Your Husband

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

Marriage doesn’t change his nature of being devoted to you — it amplifies it. He still calls you “my lady,” “my beloved,” but now even more pridefully. He introduces you as “my wife” at every opportunity, and the way he says it makes people smile (or swoon from how sweet he is).

Wakes up first and leaves the bedroom quietly so he doesn’t disturb you. By the time you wake up, breakfast and a cup of fresh tea or coffee is waiting for you, and a handwritten note: “Good morning, my beloved wife. The world is brighter because you are in it.” He joins you for breakfast, asking how you slept. If you ask him how he manages to be so energetic in the morning, he’ll answer with, “Seeing your face charges me with energy.”

You both have busy schedules, you with your own path, and he still works for Mockingbird, but he prioritises coming home to you. He walks you to work or sees you off with a proper kiss. If he’s out late on missions, he always sends a message or calls so you don’t worry.

You share household tasks: he cooks, you set the table (or vice versa), but he insists on handling the heavier or more tedious ones. He does laundry while humming softly, or fix something broken. Grocery shopping together feels like a date as he pushes the cart, consults you on every item, and sneaks in little treats for you.

The spark never fades. Expect daily kisses, touches, and passionate nights. He remains a worshipful, romantic and attentive lover and confident in expressing exactly what he wants (and what he wants to give you).

Is your biggest supporter. Whether you’re pursuing a career, hobby, or personal goal, he offers resources, connections, and endless encouragement. On your hard days, he’s your shoulder to cry on.

Arguments are rare, but when they happen, he never raises his voice — it will pain him if he hurts you in any way. Instead, he gives you space if needed, then approaches calmly: “Tell me how I can mend this, my love.”

Long-term, he wants a peaceful home where you both feel safe, maybe with adopted pet and a started family (if it’s something you both want).

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I have SO MANY THOUGHTS on the Love and Deepspace men and their kinks. Here they are. Crossposted from TT and updated to include Valko!

he's into restraints. Wants you pinned down and at his mercy. Loves it the most when you struggle

somno, but I feel like that's obvious (doing it while you're/ he's asleep, waking each other up with sex)

high key into roleplay as long as you aren't asking him to dress up as someone else (or Lumiere) Professor Xavier, anyone? 👀👀👀

A little bit degrading. def likes being mean to you. (Followed by praise) like "who's MY dirty little slut?"

o control/denial, & overstim

anal, obviously. Wear a little bunny tail for him and you'll be leaking him for days

Marking. Everywhere. Bites, scratches, his come, a necklace with his name, he wants the whole world to know you belong to HIM!!!

this man is old af. he's probably willing to do/has done everything at least once. Probably will do it again

loves wrecking you and watching the evidence, definitely the type to stare at the mess when he's done with you and tell you how pretty you are while covered in his —

obvious but he lives for the structure of D/s dynamics and with him it's probably a mostly full-time thing once things are established. Def has rules, punishments, and endless funishments.

he loves to hear you beg but he won't give you what you want until you're crying for it. Gasping, needy, breathless. That's where he wants you always. You better beg loud and well if you want him to give you what you need 👀

temperature play also seems obvious but I think he'd make an ice copy of his cock to use while he's at work/busy. WILL require pictures 👀

def thinks he likes to watch you warm up. I can see him sitting back and telling you to show him how you want to be touched...and then telling you should move your hands

breeding but he's lowkey about it until you tell him you want him to get you pregnant.

also obvious from his anniversary 4*, Dr/patient RP.

obvious from his cards: public play, but like specifically he loves getting down in his office/putting you over his desk

mildly into food play, wants to "clean" sweets off you

wants to make you squirt, does, basically every time

not super into pain, but does like to give you some taps for noise/to get your attention

restraints are a big thing. He always gets out of them. You on the other hand...

the push/pull of your dynamic makes him hard so he's into everything that plays on that. Pred/pray, D/s, chasing you down, manipulating you into giving him the power (lots of mind games/tricks with this one!!) he's into all of that. Because catching you and making you submit??? Heaven!!! Or being forced to his knees for you? Yes!!!!!

into pain, giving/receiving. If you tell him something hurts, he'll smile a little and say "good," or if he's in a softer mood he'll coo at you telling you how brave you are while still-- ANYWAY and he can take everything he dishes out.

wax play!!! With his evol and artistic eye he loves turning your body into a canvas. "You look so pretty dripping all these colors, cutie."

praise & "what a naughty girl" but it also goes both ways.

super into feet. He is a Pisces. He's also a fish. Feet interest him. Step on him and he might just come all over the place.

loves to record you both in the act. Loves to watch.

overstim till you cry and don't know your name anymore

breeding af. Wants you to smell like him. Same with biting!!!

absolutely gets off on you calling him your God.

into being Strapped down by you

all of them love to eat it but Sylus is by far the most hungry. He would live on his knees just eating away if you let him. You don't even have to touch him. Just let the man feast!!! He's hungry!!!!!!

loves when you spend his money. like it actively makes him SO hard. He'll be on a call with you while you're online shopping, using his card, telling him what you're getting, and he WILL come.

yearns to be used tbh. Treat him like your plaything. Use him as you'd like. He's into it.

sort of expanding on that, free use in general is a big thing for him. It goes both ways, and there's signals for safety and check-ins, obviously, but especially when his aether core is acting up, this happens a lot!!

obvious but he loves the size difference. Even if you aren't all that much smaller than he is, his cock is so big watching it go in and out? Yeah. That's a biiiiiiiiig stretch

service top/Pleasure Dom. Will fuck you until you can't see straight anymore and make you give him one more.

"use your words, kitten. Beg me for what you want." but like...all the time

loves using his evol to restrain you or bounce you on his cock.

likes watching you take big things. Def uses toys on you. 👀 and you can use whatever toys you want on him!!!!

obviously into biting and into knife play (in safe ways, obvs)

likes pain, and will give or take it.

absolutely into Pred/prey dynamics and WILL chase you through the woods and will say "licyify"

SERVICE SUB!!!! that's his happy place. He yearns to be your house husband in that little apron, his necklace, and nothing else. The less you do, the happier he is. Let him do all the work, for everything, tysm. The better taken care of you are the harder he is

breeding. Oh gods, he wants you to have his babies so bad. He's always babbling about this when he's in you. Like...it might be all he thinks about.

obviously he's into your used panties. Lingerie is a treat for him. If you gag him with them, he'll probably come on the spot.

tbh he's into everything you're into because you're what matters to him. He'll do ANYTHING you ask him to. In bed. In life. In death. Anything you ask for, it's yours.

that said he def loves fucking in his uniform. And pinning you down with his evol when you're being a brat. Will lift you up with it so he can eat, and fuck you on the ceiling.

into breath play tbh

loves making a mess out of you. So into overstim (both ways) that he actually *can't* stop until he's too tired to go on. He'll come 3-4 times and keep fucking it back in and he loves the look and sounds

into when your makeup smears af. Thinks you're pretty when you cry bc it's too good

most certainly into piss. giving and receiving.

Collars, leashes, that type of restraint. Doesn't want to bind your hands or your legs because he likes it when you fight him and leave your mark. You can chain him up, though.

Looooooves marking you and when you mark him. Biting, scratching, coming on each other, all of it. He needs to leave his mark on you!!!!!

ABSOLUETLY INTO PRIMAL PLAY!!! Loves the thrill of the hunt!!!! And when you fight him!!!! def into the push/pull of your dynamic and wants the chase/fight almost as bad as he wants what comes after.

LOVES edging, both giving and receiving.

Praise/degradation combos are some of his favorites, giving and receiving!!!!!

Wants to be used/owned by you, so please, please, oh please, use him. In any way you want.

BREEDING!!!!! He can't help it. It's part of the wolf thing, probably. Loves seeing his come leak out of you. Loves even more to fuck it back in and feel the way you pulse around him.

Most def loves the size difference between you two. Loves seeing you struggle to take his knot. Will tease you about it being "too big" and he loves when you prove him wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Possibly into piss because he's a nasty, dirty dog and wants to claim you/be claimed by you

Valko's are assumptions and will likely need an update when he comes back to us, but for now....for now these are My Thoughts.

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valko loves your personal space

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you really thought you knew what you were getting into.

your boyfriend, valko, he wasn't just the leader of wolf clan but he was also the chairman of eoncore tech, one of the most powerful tech conglomerates in linkon city. the man commanded boardrooms with a single look, close multi-billion credit deals before lunch, and had reputation for being ice-cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable.

when you first started seeing him, you braced yourself for the aloof CEO experience: late nights where he barely had time for you, serious conversations only, and long stretches of distance while he handled his empire and his clan. The classic alpha wolf who kept everyone, even his mate, at arm’s length.

what you actually got was a 6’0 muscular puppy who treated your personal space like it was his favorite place on earth.

and the funniest part? you loved your personal space… but you never once complained about him stealing it.

especially not when he kept choosing your tiny linkon apartment over his luxurious penthouse downtown.

“valko,” you sighed, trying to reach for the cereal on the top shelf again. a familiar wall of warmth immediately pressed against your back, strong arms wrapping around your waist like they belonged there. his chin dropped onto your shoulder, nose burying into the crook of your neck as he took a slow, contented inhale.

“hm?” the deep rumble vibrated through you.

“i can’t cook if you’re functioning as my personal weighted blanket.”

his arms only tightened, pulling you flush against his broad chest. one hand easily grabbed the box and set it on the counter without letting you go. “problem solved,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. he gave your shoulder a quick, playful nip—his teeth grazing just enough to leave a faint indent before soothing it with a kiss. “stay.”

this was your life now.

the chairman of eoncore tech spent most nights crammed into your tiny one-bedroom apartment instead of his sprawling penthouse. he said the penthouse felt too cold. too empty.

while you tried to work at your cramped desk, he’d simply lift you, settle into your chair, and plant you in his lap so he could wrap around you like the world’s most expensive fanny pack. his laptop was open on the side table, but his focus remained entirely on nuzzling the top of your head and occasionally giving your neck or shoulder those gentle, wolfish bites that never hurt—just little reminders.

tonight was no different.

you were halfway through making dinner when the front door clicked open. valko stepped in, shrugging off his suit jacket, golden eyes softening the second they landed on you. before you could even say hello, he crossed the small kitchen in two strides and wrapped himself around you from behind.

“missed you,” he muttered against your hair. he gave the junction of your neck and shoulder a gentle, teasing bite, just enough to leave a small indent, then soothed it with his tongue.

“you saw me this morning,” you teased, though you leaned back into him anyway.

“six hours ago. too long.” his arms locked around your middle, one hand slipping under your shirt to rest warmly against your stomach. “the board kept talking. i kept thinking about coming home to you… and doing this.”

home. he called your tiny apartment “home” now.

you turned in his hold, and he immediately adjusted, lifting you onto the counter so you were eye-level. those sharp golden eyes were soft and needy as he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before playfully nipping at your bottom lip.

“you’re supposed to be terrifying,” you whispered, cupping his face. “chairman of eoncore tech. serious. distant.”

valko huffed a quiet laugh, leaning into your touch like a touch-starved wolf. “i tried that. hated every second.” his forehead pressed to yours. “i’d rather be right here. in your space. biting you gently. keeping you close. knowing you’re safe.”

his tail gave a slow, happy thump against the cabinet behind you.

you smiled, threading your fingers through his dark hair. “my personal space is basically yours at this point.”

“good.” he kissed you again, deep and slow, then trailed another playful bite along your jaw that turned into a warm love bite. “because i’m not sharing it with anyone else. not even you.”

you laughed softly into his shirt, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something wild and comforting that was purely him.

“fine. but at least let me finish dinner before you turn me into a human backpack again, mr. chairman.”

he was quiet for half a second.

then he scooped you up, dinner abandoned once more, and carried you toward the couch with zero shame.

“valko!”

“later,” he said cheerfully, already nuzzling into your neck and giving you one more gentle, affectionate bite as he settled down with you firmly in his lap. “right now the big bad wolf needs his mate. the rest of the world can wait.”

you sighed, half exasperated, half stupidly in love, and let yourself melt into the clingiest, most powerful wolf in linkon city.

your personal space was doomed the moment he decided it was his favorite place.

and honestly?

you wouldn’t have it any other way.

© 2026 yukkigiri ☾ creations by luna — please do not repost, copy, or translate without permission.

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[Headcanons] Severian Lowell: As Your Husband

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

Note: this is written during version 3.0, and we’re yet to see more of his character in canon, so this is purely my speculations and wishful thinking, don’t take it as an analysis of his character.

Is still the terrifying Demon Lord Senior Commissioner by day, but he makes it a promise to come home to you every night (or as close as his job allows). If he’s late, you get a personal call and a promise of compensation of whatever you want. When he comes home, he loosens the tie, and immediately seeks you out for a long hug. “Missed you” is said quietly against your hair almost every day.

Only you are allowed full access to his ear and tail. After his work, at night, he practically melts when you scratch behind his ears. “Keep going… love.”

Wakes up early, but lingers to be with you longer. You often wake to his warm body curled around yours, and his tail draped over your legs, and a soft purring against your neck.

Is the main provider in your family due to his job. He doesn’t expect you to do all the chores and is more than okay to hire a house worker to help you keep your shared home clean and cook meals.

Calls you “my love,” “wife,” or your name in that low voice that still gives you butterflies… then gets flustered when you call him “husband” back.

Secretly keeps a small album of photos of you two on his phone. Looks at it during long meetings.

Yearns for kisses: good-morning forehead kisses, “I’m home” kisses, good-night slow and lingering ones. He has a habit of kissing your wedding ring every time he holds your hand.

If you’re sick, he takes the day off (unheard of for him) and becomes a full-time nurse cat <3

Is extremely soft when he thinks you’re asleep by whispering how much he loves you, how you make the hard days worth it, how proud he is to be your husband.

Is absolutely loyal to you. You’re his priority above everything except maybe New Eridu’s safety (and even then, you come very close).

[demigoddessqueens]

Can I request 18. stargazing for Xavier with gn reader please?

-CV-Non

of course ;)

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Nothing like starting off with a night picnic from yours truly

of course Xavier packs your favorite type of meal, home cooked if you like anything he attempts to make, and has candles to bring for that romantic ambience

Now the main question is….do you skip the dessert or have something else in mind ;) ?

if you’re just stargazing under the night sky, then Xavier is prone to the cuddles. Which also leads to a mini (or not) makeout session till you’re breathless

Good thing he picked a remote spot where you won’t be interrupted