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literally squealed when i saw your new post!!! i missed u sm, you made some of my all time favorite acotar fics ❤️❤️❤️ if you’re in the mood to, can i request a cassian fic where him and reader get into this big fight that lasts for a while bc theyre both stubborn as hell but then they make up for the lost time hehehe 🥵🥵 thank you!!!
I am SO sorry it has taken me this long to get to this ask. I wanted to start writing again, and then I lost my spark, but I am trying so hard to find it. This is also the first time I have written smut in several months, so I hope this encompasses everything you were looking for! <3
Warnings: 18+, Fighting (both verbal and literal, but the literal is a training session, don’t worry), SMUT, Rough Sex, Bloody Nose, Blood kink if you squint??
Shut Up and Kiss Me (Cassian x Reader)
A week.
It had been one week since this stupid fight with Cassian had begun. A week of cold shoulders, backs turned in bed, harsh words, and even harsher glares. The argument hadn’t even been that big in nature, more of a disagreement, but with how stubborn the two of you were, it had grown into a monster.
You were calmly discussing the advantages of ground attacks over air ones, which, unbeknownst to you, struck a deep chord with the Illyrian General. It wasn’t that you weren’t in support of air tactics, as they could be extremely beneficial. However, you personally wouldn’t put it on par with ground warfare.
Cassian had vehemently disagreed with you. It was playful at first, citing your lack of wings to your lack of knowledge about how air strikes worked, but when you stood stubbornly on your opinion, so did he. And now it was affecting everything.
The House of Wind was tense as your loved ones walked on glass around the two of you. They had tried to help, of course, appeasing both of your stubbornness and saying how you could both be right, but it didn’t work. It almost got Rhys’s ass kicked, actually.
So now here you were making your morning tea in the kitchen with your back turned to your mate who was making his morning drink. The sun was out, starkly contrasting with your moods, and a slight breeze was outside. An entirely too beautiful morning that begged to be taken advantage of with a flight.
You bit your tongue, refusing to be the first one to break.
Cassian slammed the sugar down a little too harshly on the counter, muscles in his bicep tense.
“Are you trying to break all of our kitchenware?” You muttered as you placed it back in its proper place, rolling your eyes. “Just because you are angry doesn’t mean you take it out on the poor canister.”
“Are you trying to break all of our things because an easy solution would be to deal with tension, wouldn’t you agree? Or is that too difficult for you?” He snarked back, leaning against the countertop in a simple pair of lounge pants.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The words were as sharp as steel as they left your lips while you shrugged a careless shoulder.
“Mmm, I’m sure you do because it has been eating you alive as much as it has me. You just have a terrible habit of never admitting when you are wrong.” Cassian pointed out with a glare.
“Oh, I have no trouble admitting when I am wrong, but I can’t remember anything I have been wrong about lately.” You replied coyly, pressing a finger against your chin as you pretended to think. “Nope, nothing comes to mind.”
The Illyrian suddenly pushed up and stalked towards you, using his height to his advantage as he stared you down.
“You can give opinions all well and good, but what you have never been in is an actual war, and what you have also never done is flown, so why would you be right about this?” He asked in exasperation, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ground fighting is important, but it is not always feasible. Air is.”
“I can literally think of several times when air is not right-” You argue only to be cut off when you are suddenly yanked out of the kitchen and dragged to the balcony. “Cassian, don’t you dare!”
Your shouts are drowned out as he pulls you into his body and takes off towards the sun, purposely dipping down to make your stomach flip before he extends his wings and starts soaring up. Despite your anger towards him, you can’t help but let out a small laugh, clutching onto him and inhaling his scent as he takes you to the training grounds on the top of the mountain.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart, scared of a little wind?” He growls into your ear, a little too smug, to which you dig your fingernails harshly into his arms. Cassian just laughs.
The two of you land, and you feel the familiar ground of the ring underneath your bare feet. Cassian had taken you up here plenty of times before, always wanting you to be able to protect yourself and also to spend time with him. This was a big part of his life, and when you got to share it with him, even if you weren’t actively training, it made him feel a sense of warmth inside.
“I’m calling your bluff, princess.” Cassian taunts you, standing on the other side and leaning against the corner with a practiced ease. “You try to fight me from down here, and I’ll fight you from up there.”
“Cass, come on, you know-” You begin, but quickly swallow your words when he bends forward on his knees, giving you a fake pout.
“Oh no, can you not back it up? Are you admitting that I was right and you were wrong? Poor little-ah!” Cassian’s mockery is quickly silenced when you launch yourself at him, striking right by his ribs and making him promptly launch into a defensive position you easily counter.
“Now who's wrong?” You jeered, grinning as the two of you started to roughhouse.
It wasn’t hard to see that he was taking it easy on you, but even his easy was your difficult.
Punches were thrown, elbows were jabbed, and at one point, you had even clung onto his ankle and tried to use your body weight to bring him down. You weren’t going down easily, and despite this all stemming from a pent-up frustration, you were having fun.
So, color you surprised when Cassian doesn’t dodge the way you thought he would go, and his nose cracks against your foot.
“Oh my stars!” You gasp, immediately cradling his face as blood gushes from the impact. “Cassian, I am so sorry, I thought you were going the other way! I never meant to hurt you! Stars, are you okay?”
Cassian nods, laughing, as he grabs a towel that had been left behind from the last session and holds it to his nose. You watch him with furrowed brows, nervously bouncing from foot to foot as he tries to stop the bleeding.
After only a minute of tense silence, he brings the towel away to reveal that the bleeding has stopped. You let out the breath that you had been holding, stepping forward to once again apologize, only to choke on your words when you are suddenly pinned against a nearby boulder.
“Cass!” You chide him, resting your hands against his sweaty chest to try and push him away. “You need to take it easy, I’m pretty sure you just lost half your-”
Before you could continue, he kisses you passionately, the coppery taste of his blood mixing with your saliva. His hands grab your waist, spreading you so that your heat is resting on one of his muscular thighs.
“Do you know how hot that was?” Cassian mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way to your ear, capturing the lobe roughly between his teeth. “To have you land such a blow, even if it was me on the receiving end?”
“I didn’t mean for it to hit you!” You hiss, his stubble scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck as his lips move down.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about my nose, I don’t care about our fight,” He moans as your hips move on their own, your panties embarrassingly damp from his kiss alone as you grind down on his thigh. “The only thing I care about is fucking you until we both tap out.”
You could feel how hard he was as he turned you around so that your front was now pressing against the rock, rutting against your ass for just a moment before he kneels and rolls off your leggings. The morning air was cool against your bare skin, making goosebumps rise, when you felt his large hands grope your ass.
“I can’t believe you were so stubborn that you kept this pussy away from me for a week…” Cassian grunted, although you could hear the slight desperation in his voice, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your glistening sex.
“I wasn’t, fuck,” You stop in your reprimand when he smugly runs two fingers down your folds, circling your clit just long enough to make your hips buck to search for more friction. A glare is sent his way over your shoulder. “I wasn’t stubborn, you were the one who wouldn’t yield.”
“Unfortunately for you, retreating is not in my nature.” He smirks, eyes entirely focused on your lower half. “But I think it might be in yours soon enough.”
And as much as you wanted to continue the banter, continue the fight, one swipe of his tongue made your mind go blank. Two swipes had your fingers gripping the rock in front of you. Three swipes and you were moaning out in defeat.
“Cass…” You groan, eyes shutting at the feeling of him eating you out from behind. His hands were still cradling handfuls of your ass in them while his tongue flicked your swollen clit. The sensation made you want to move away and closer, your mind playing tug of war with your pride.
Your mate seemed to be in heaven as he drank and slurped all your juices with a grin, his hums and grunts coming from below as he skillfully added a finger to your clenching hole. It made you squeak, which was followed quickly by another moan, this time your body winning out to arch your back in a silent command for more.
Stars, you missed this. Missed him. What were you even arguing about anyway?
Cassian pulled back to admire your begging form, the lower half of his face shiny as he tuts teasingly and says, “Look at you, already soaked and desperate. Tell me, princess, tell me what you want.”
It was on the tip of your tongue. If he had taken even a minute longer to eat you out, he would’ve gotten the white flag he wanted. But you weren’t done yet.
Before he could blink, you had turned around to face him, grabbed the bun on the top of his head, and shoved him back, face-first, into your eager sex.
“I want you to admit that this ‘soaked and desperate’ pussy has you whipped, General.” You smirk, throwing your head back in ecstasy when he buries even deeper and begins to feast.
One of his hands grabs your thigh and pulls it so your leg hangs over his shoulder, exposing even more of your glistening cunt for him to lick. The hand in his hair tightened and pulled, guiding him to the exact spot you needed him. Moaning filled the training yard as he brought you intense, toe-curling pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, Cass!” You chanted, your lower half grinding down as you chased your fast-approaching release.
Familiar fluttering in your core made your spine tingle and eyes roll back as he started spearing two fingers into you, the loud squelching only spurring both of you further. His lips latched around your nub and sucked roughly, the painful sensation pushing you over the edge.
“Ohhh!” You cried out, two hands now in his hair as you rolled your hips through the waves of your orgasm. Cassian grabbed two fistfuls of your ass, holding you as close as possible to him as he drank down what you gave him.
You had only just slumped back against the cool boulder when you felt yourself being turned back around. Cass unlaced his pants with one hand while the other fisted into your hair, shoving his leathers down to mid-thigh before he started rubbing his hot, leaking cock against you.
“Fuck, look at you…” He grunted into your ear, nipping the earlobe as he forcefully spread your legs.
“Please, Cassian, please-” The words die in your throat when he thrusts into you all at once, both of you groaning loudly. He gave you no time to recover as his hips started pistoning in and out of you.
He used his grip to force your cheek against the rock, his teeth and lips trailing hotly down your neck and shoulder as he fucked you how he wanted. Hot, fast, and rough. The entire week of frustration was currently being taken out on you, but you liked it, craved it.
You had just enough of a sound mind to wiggle one of your arms between you and the stone, finding your sore clit and abusing it even more as you chased a second orgasm. Cassian seemed to know what you were doing, his pupils nearly swallowing his iris as he bit down on your shoulder harshly.
“You’re such a needy girl, aren’t you, baby?” He taunted into your ear, nearly breathless. “So greedy…”
His words fell on deaf ears as you were solely focused on how well he was fucking you and the growing tension in your stomach. With every thrust, your mate was kissing your cervix, and it was delicious torture. You could tell he was getting close to his finish as well, his pace starting to falter slightly.
“Do you yield?” Cassian asked, pulling back just enough to catch your eyes.
A beat of silence and then, with a slight nod, you yield.
The grin on his face can only be described as feral as he fucks you both until you cum with a cry, drenching the both of you with your combined juices as he follows you into oblivion.
Your legs are jelly at this point, and it was only by his body that you were being held up. Small aftershocks of pleasure kept making you whimper as you felt his seed hot inside of you, leaking down your legs. He trails kisses back up to your face and, after a moment of collecting himself, slowly pulls out.
Cassian is there to catch you when you inevitably fall backward, bringing you to rest on his chest as he holds you close. The two of you sit there on the mountaintop, cradling each other while you come back to the ground.
“Fuck…” You murmur into his skin, too blissed out to care about the mess all over both of you.
“We should fight more often.” Cassian jokes, laughing when you clumsily try to hit his face. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers, pressing his forehead against your own as he sighs in contentment. “You know I love you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” You nod, nuzzling into him. “But I think you love being a pain in my ass even more.”
He gently grabs your chin and tilts your head so he can kiss you properly before whispering with a wolfish grin, “Just a bit.”
Just a short, three-paragraph teaser because I can't help myself and I need to share this with you like old times <3
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
You could feel how hard he was as he turned you around so that your front was now pressing against the rock, rutting against your ass for just a moment before he kneels and rolls off your leggings. The morning air was cool against your bare skin, making goosebumps rise, when you felt his large hands grope your ass.
“I can’t believe you were so stubborn that you kept this pussy away from me for a week…” Cassian grunted, although you could hear the slight desperation in his voice, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your glistening sex.
“I wasn’t, fuck,” You stop in your reprimand when he smugly runs two fingers down your folds, circling around your clit just long enough to make your hips buck to search for more friction. A glare is sent his way over your shoulder. “I wasn’t stubborn, you were the one who wouldn’t yield.”
“Unfortunately for you, retreating is not in my nature, sweetheart.” He smirks, eyes entirely focused on your lower half. “But I think it might be in yours soon enough.”
White. That was all he saw: white. The absence of color, of existence, of everything he had ever known. There was no arcane in him, no Jayce, no sickness, not even himself. It was empty.
Until a hand reached out blindly, the olive skin familiar as it grabbed him and pulled him back into the world. The color came back to his eyes and seemed brighter than he remembered. It was easier to breathe, and when he felt a softness underneath his fingers, Viktor registered that he could feel again.
But when he saw that the softness underneath him was Jayce, he realized he could feel again.
"Jayce..." Viktor murmured, voice undoubtedly soft as the man opened his eyes to look up at him.
"Viktor," Jayce said just as tenderly, looking him over. "We did it. We're alive."
They both looked around to see where exactly they were, rolling fields of tall grass and mountains in the distance being the only things they could see. A small stream was below them, the only sound other than their breathing, but that was it. No Piltover, no Academy, no Zaun nor Noxus.
Just the two of them.
"What happened?" Viktor wondered as he stood up shakily, grateful when Jayce immediately followed his lead and gave him his arm to lean on. "We-we should have died. The rune-"
"I don't care what happened. I don't want to think about the what-ifs or anything like that. All I care about is that you are alive and safe..." Jayce interrupted him, holding him by the shoulders as he gazed down at him with utter adoration. "All I care about is that I've got my partner back."
The smaller man couldn't think of a response or a rebuttal, the words dying on his lips as he recalls their final moments in the arcane.
'You were never broken, Viktor.'
"After everything I've done..." Viktor begins, swallowing thickly. "After all the suffering I created...what did I do to deserve this? To deserve you?"
Jayce pushed some of Viktor's stray white colored hairs away from his face. He couldn't think of a response that could encapsulate his emotions for Viktor, so instead he pulled him close and pressed his forehead against his.
And Viktor could feel the tears burning as they fell down his cheeks. He could feel all the unspoken words surrounding them, affirmations of love and acceptance nearly smothering them in language that transcended sentences.
"I love you, Viktor." Jayce proclaimed.
"You don't know me, Jayce." Viktor weakly protested even as he pressed his forehead harder against him. "I'm not the same person anymore."
Jayce pulled back and cupped Viktor's face in his hands, giving him a smile that Viktor swore he would remember for the rest of time.
"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."
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(This is my first arcane work and first Jayvik work, and god I hope you like it bc I love arcane so much and ugh this was so SWEET TO WRITE I JUST KNOW THEY ARE SO HAPPY)
(Wow, it's been what, a year since I last wrote? I hope you enjoy this small drabble! <3)
Summary // After losing to the Illyrian babies for the fourth time in a row, you swore to yourself that this time would be different. Strategies were made, and routes were planned, but as each of you got picked off one by one, you had to throw caution to the wind and prepare to fight dirty.
A game. That is all this was, right? Just a fun, chill, absolutely not in any way competitive game.
A gust of wind almost knocks you on your ass as a large shadow momentarily blocks out the sun, Cassian's laughter echoing across the forest.
Damn Illyrians.
"Nesta! Feyre!" You shout, feeling the sweat drip down your face and back as you take a sharp turn to the left. "I thought you said we would win this time?! Where is my team?"
This was the fifth time this game had been played in the last month, and the three of you had lost every single time. You had foolishly believed that this capture the flag activity could be played respectfully, the focus more on fun rather than rivalry.
A loud scream followed by Nesta using every swear word she knew proves just how wrong you were about that.
"You'll regret that, Cassian!" She shouts, hair sticking to her face as she runs past you in a near sprint. "Hold this for me!"
Before you can react, something is tossed at you, which you are barely able to catch. Your heart stalls momentarily as you realize what exactly Nesta has given you as she goes to get revenge on her mate.
The flag.
Fuck.
"Feyre!!" You yell out, not even bothering to hide the fear in your voice as you frantically look around. In all the games before, you had never been the one to hold the flag, but you knew you had to get it to your home base. However, that would be a much simpler task if you had the protection of the High Lady of the Night Court.
Also, a Valkyrie, but by the sounds coming from a nearby clearing, she was busy fighting. Or fucking. Actually, probably both.
"Come on!" You hear Feyre's soft voice beside you, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she starts to run. "Base is just past those trees! All we have to do is-"
A whirl of mist, the smell of sea salt and citrus, and suddenly, the High Lord himself is leaning against a nearby pine. His arms are crossed over his chest, a nonchalant smirk on his lips as he looks at the two of you.
"Ah, I was just wondering where that pesky thing had gone to..." He chuckles, nodding towards the flag, which you instinctively tighten your hold on.
"No, come on, Rhys, please?" You whine, looking towards Feyre as she regards him with an icy stare.
"Do you think it would be fair of me to let you girls win based on pity?" He taunts, raising an eyebrow. "Look, you two are clearly outnumbered, so if you would just surrender-"
"Your general is off frolicking in the woods," Feyre suddenly speaks up, taking a brave step forward as she raises her chin up in defiance. "And your Spymaster is nowhere to be seen. Right now, darling, you are the one who is outnumbered."
"Is that right?" Rhysand purrs, his violet eyes now entirely on Feyre as she smirks. You roll your eyes and sigh despite the circumstances, knowing that this play is going to end much the same as Cassian and Nesta.
Unless....you look at Feyre, with her hands behind her back, and see her motion for you to run. Ah, a trap. Well, she was definitely the best bait for him, after all.
You immediately take off and run towards your home base, hearing Feyre easily intercept Rhys before he can snatch you back, and you laugh. This is it! Cassian and Rhys have both been neutralized, all you have to do is-
A long, muscled arm wraps around your torso and all but slams you into the moss-covered ground right before you can touch the finish line. You gasp, the air was stolen from your lungs, and blink up to see Azriel looming over you with mischievous eyes.
"Hi." He murmurs, voice gravely, as he examines you underneath him. "Were you heading somewhere?"
"Fuck you." You laugh breathlessly, the flag still held tightly in your fist, as he licks his lips. "You know it's not fair to camp out at the end and wait. It's plain cheating."
"Sounds like you're just jealous that you are about to lose. Again." He snarked teasingly. "Though I was surprised to see that you weren't taking the same...approaches, if you will, as Feyre and Nesta."
You feel your cheeks blush at his alluding words, suddenly very aware of the way his body was pressed against yours. It hadn't been that long since the two of you had found out you were mates, less time than that since the mating ceremony.
Actually, this game was what had pulled you guys out of your shared home to spend time with everyone. You think that is why the boys won so quickly the last few times, as within minutes of victory, Azriel was dragging you back to the house without so much as a goodbye.
"You sound disappointed, my love," You coo, pouting out your bottom lip as he grins boyishly. "I think it might be a little late, but...if you let me up and win, I can promise you more than a simple romp in the woods?"
Azriel poked his cheek with his tongue at your suggestive tone, and you could feel just how your words affected him. It was just the two of you out now as if you were in your own bubble, and it wasn't lost on him just how easy it would be to indulge each other.
"Please?" Your voice turns softer, quieter, and you know you have him hook, line, and sinker when he leans in, and his eyes flutter close. His lips ghost over yours, his scent wrapping around you in a dizzying chokehold, and you have to force yourself to fight through the fog of promises.
His fingers loosen around your wrists, his body lifts just the slightest bit, and you give him a kiss of betrayal before twisting his arm back and rolling away to freedom.
Adrenaline kicks in as you claw your way up and run as fast as you can to home base. The sound of cursing and wings flapping quickly fills your ears, and you let out a terrified shriek, jumping with all of your speed and closing your eyes as you crash to the ground.
Your mouth fills with dirt, your arms and legs scrape against twigs and rocks littered on the ground, but your hand...it's touching the giant oak by the stream. The flag still firmly grasped within.
Azriel is quick to help you up, his eyes wide with concern as he looks you over and scolds you for risking a broken arm for a game, but you barely hear him. No, all you can hear is the trumpets in the distance as you loudly whoop into the forest air.
"WE DID IT!!" You crow, throwing the flag down at Azriel's feet. "GUYS WE WON! WE BEAT THEM!"
There was no answer, of course, but you knew it, and you were proud. You turn to fully face Azriel, grinning wildly, only to see him assessing you with a dangerous glint in his eye. It made your elation quickly turn to fear as he straightened his spine and stretched out his wings, only giving you a small jerk of his chin for a signal before reaching for you.
You were quick to dodge, forgetting the crumpled flag as you laughed and took off in a different direction. It seems you would be getting your fun in the woods after all.
I finally feel ready to open the inbox again to take requests, headcanons, feels, conversations, anything! I'm not planning on taking any large fic requests yet just so that I can dust off the old writing fingers but hopefully soon!
I also wanted to run a poll on some own imagines/short blurbs I was going to write featuring various characters! If you are still here after my long hiatus first of all, please give me your address so I can beg for forgiveness and second of all, I love you and your soul and thank you for still being here. If you are new to this blog, hi welcome I also love you and I hope you have fun and stay while!
I'm going to list the three top fandoms (or maybe more?) I'm writing for right now and based off who wins the first, gets the first few blurbs. And then so on and so forth. I can't wait to see you all again! <3
This is where all of my upcoming Arcane fics will be located! Nothing is here currently but I am planning on it to start growing soon <3
All fics marked with a * will have 18+ content so minors, pls DNI
This list was updated on: 04/22/2025
JayVik
Writing Prompt #1: "I'm not the same person anymore."
me, rising from the dead, suddenly feeling quite invigorated to write......arcane fics? viktor x reader? jayce x reader? jayvik x reader? more ACOTAR? baldurs gate 3?
Summary / College was expensive, living was expensive, and Tessa’s parents had left her ill-prepared for the reality. Part-time jobs were difficult for her to keep with her school schedule, her major was crushing her mentally and spiritually, and with no other place to turn, she found herself profiting from less-than-professional means. However, it paid the bills and she never showed her face so it was foolproof. Never had she encountered anyone who knew what she did after dark…until she met the new Evocation professor.
This idea floated into my head and will not come out. I would love to turn it into a multi-part series if anyone is interested! I know it isn't my usual ACOTAR work but I wanted to explore this new obsession! This is a kind of “modern” BG3 universe where magic, the absolute almost takeover, etc., are still the same but in a more modern setting! Obviously this will have smut so you have been warned but I will include content warnings at the beginning just in case! I hope you all enjoy! This chapter is a little short but I wanted it to be sort of an introduction to the story! <3
The music is slow and low in Tessa’s room, the bass thrumming throughout her body as she slowly sways to it. She smirks tauntingly as her fingers dance over the most sensitive parts of her body, covered by flimsy lace that one of her loyal viewers had sent her a week ago. It was a rich purple, matching the intricate masquerade mask that adorned her face and kept her most tempting feature unattainable.
“Gods,” She moans huskily, sitting in her leather office chair to face the camera before slowly spreading her legs. “This feels so heavenly against my skin, Gale. You positively spoil me….”
Her computer is the only harsh light in her room as the rest of it is filled with soft fairy lights. She watches the screen as he types, knowing it would be a long lengthy response. He had been one of her first customers during the whole endeavor and after a few months, Tessa knew all of his quirks. Well, at least the sexual ones.
Tonight is another private showing for him. It was like clockwork, Sundays at 8 PM and Fridays at 10 PM. They would last at least an hour, sometimes an hour and a half, and would consist of her teasing him until she turned her taunts to her body. He had sent her so many pieces of lingerie and toys in the few months she had started that it was a little startling. Sometimes he wanted her to take the lead, doing what she liked, while other times it was a specific script for her to follow.
Either way, she knew he would pay a generous amount of money for these private shows and even more on tips if she did a free live show. A small part of her always wondered what he was like, what he looked like, but she knew entertaining that would only lead to pain. He could be married and hiding this obsession or single and desperate. None were good options for her.
But she was more than happy to entertain his fantasies for however long he would pay her.
“You know I am to please, my darling. I knew the purple would look absolutely radiant with your skin. It is all I can do now not to finish too quickly for you, the vision you are. Perhaps we should move on to the main event, yes? I am painfully aching to see all of you again.”
A blush comes over her cheeks at his words, both poetic and yet so vulgar. From the way he typed, she figured he had to have some kind of proper background and be older. No man she had ever met that was her age talked like him.
“Of course, my love.” She purrs, reaching over to her drawer to fish out a toy. Before the stream, she had debated which one to use as his taste seemed to change with the wind. However, there was one she could always trust would please him.
It’s a rabbit toy, sleek black with a long and thick vibrator and an additional clit stimulator that sucks and pulses in time with the rest of it. She always has the best orgasms with it and had actually been using it when Gale first found her stream. Ever since it was one of his favorites.
“A classic, dear. Show me how your pretty cunt can drench it…and keep the lingerie on.”
“Yes, sir…” She almost whimpers as she pushes aside the already soaked material of her panties, biting down on her bottom lip as the toy comes to life in her hands. It was like a Pavlov effect on her pussy as she feels herself clench around nothing, eager to fuck herself for him.
The toy slides with little resistance inside of her as the clit stimulator begins to work its magic immediately, her back arching as she moans. She can feel the urge to close her eyes and blindly find her pleasure rising but she forces them open, eager to see what her client has to say.
After a few seconds, he begins to type and she can only imagine what causes the delay, her mind flickering to images of a faceless man stroking his cock to her body.
“So needy, so wet.”
“I can hear that wet cunt over your music, naughty girl. Do I make you this wet?”
“Fuck yourself for me. Call out my name, let everyone around you hear you cry for me.”
“Fuck, Gale!” She whines as she picks up the speed of her thrusts, the movement causing her clit to rub against the nub perfectly. “It’s…it’s so deep and it feels so fucking good…”
Her breasts sway to the rhythm she has become a slave to, almost popping out of the lingerie as the chair underneath her squeaks from her shifting weight. She can feel her mask begin to itch on her face as she starts to sweat, itching to remove it just so it doesn’t distract her.
Instead, she spreads her legs wider and throws her head back in bliss for him.
“Oooooh shit, oh fuck me,” She gasps as she hears the computer ping rapidly. “Gale, gods, Gale, fuck me, fuck me!”
The dual stimulation is causing her vision to turn spotty as she hits her Gspot, her entire back coming off the chair as she goes faster and faster. She thankfully has enough sense to raise her head to view his chat, her heartbeat thrumming in her ears.
“That’s it, darling, such a good girl. Look at you squirm for me. Look at you degrade yourself for me.”
“I can tell you are close. I can see your thighs trembling with the effort to keep them spread, to keep that slutty pussy open for me.”
“Gods above, I wish you could see how much I am leaking for you. It is a mess that I would love to cover you in. A devilish, sinful masterpiece.”
“I won’t last much longer. I need you to cum. Now.”
His last message had only been sent a few seconds ago and she took it in stride, changing her position so that she was practically kneeling and fucking herself roughly. Tessa could feel the drool leaking out of her mouth as her whole lower half seemed to throb in need, the tingles starting to spread up her body as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching.
“I’m gonna cum, oh gods, I’m gonna-” She couldn’t even finish the sentence as she did one final, harsh thrust into her cunt. It sends her over the edge, her hips mindlessly grinding down further into the vibrations as she clenches over and over on the toy. It felt like too much and not enough, her body craving something more. Something real.
Gale’s name is the only thing she can chant as she rides out her high, one of her hands going up to squeeze and pinch at her breast to extend the pleasure. After a few moments, she starts to come down, switching off the toy with clumsy fingers and letting it slide out of her.
“Show me.”
She knew what he wanted. It was the same every time she finished. Tessa gives the camera a lazy grin as she reaches for the toy and holds it up, showing the shiny and creamy texture before she does the same to her pussy.
“The things I’d do to taste you, sweet girl. A tempest of my very own. Thank you for the show.”
His words make her look away for a moment in shyness as if she hadn’t just given him a very risque show. She turns back to the camera and blows him a kiss, wishing him a goodnight before she ends the stream and shuts her laptop.
“Wow…” Tessa murmurs to herself, taking a deep breath as she stands up on shaky legs. She reaches for her phone and turns the music to something more alternative, more her speed, as well as turning the lights back to their lighter color.
And so begins her nightly ritual after becoming her alter ego, Tilly Tryst. The mask comes off and is safely tucked away along with the rest of her clothes and toys. She fixes her bed and lights her candles, heading to the bathroom to take off her makeup and anything else she wears for her job. It’s like taking off a costume for her, or maybe an actor coming off stage.
The bath she draws is usually her favorite part as she bathes herself in lighter scents. If she cared to analyze, it would be abundantly clear that it was like she washing away her sins or her actions. However, that would mean moralizing her job and that was a road she did not want to go down right now.
Her phone pings as her muscles relax under the water, reaching out to see who could be texting her so late. The notification wasn’t a text though but a deposit notification. Gale had left her another very generous tip on top of his private stream payment.
Tessa wishes she had someone to talk about this with, to see if this was healthy or if she should cut ties with him. This entire cam-girl job wasn’t even something she wanted to be doing. It was forced on her…subject herself to this or drop out of college. She knew others would have done the same in her position.
Blackstaff Academy is the best wizarding school on the Sword Coast. Plenty of wizards of considerable acclaim had gone here and she was determined to be one of them. Her parents didn’t support her in her endeavors though they had no problem when her brothers had gone here. It was a sexist ideology, a kink in their plans to marry her off to a family friend to strengthen their role in society, and they hated her for it.
Other wizards at the school had a support system, a childhood of magical nurturing that inspired them to become even greater, and money or assistance to pay. Tessa had a childhood of sneaking magical tomes from her father and brothers, a support system of only her grandfather, and no money to her tattered name.
This is her last resort and thankfully, it was supplying more than she needed. It not only paid for her books, supplies, and other needs, but also her food and her rent. She finally felt like she was on the winning coin of fate. The last thing she needed was her only source of income to stop, even if it might be a dangerous game.
And while Tessa would never admit this to herself, let alone a friend, she got a small thrill from her work. To be anonymous and yet so fully exposed is a different kind of adrenaline, not to mention the attention. Especially from her favorite clients. It fills a void that she desperately tries to hide.
She felt needed, desired, and for someone who went most of her life feeling the opposite it was like a balm for her soul…even if the methods were a little unorthodox.
The clock in her room chimes, signaling the late hour, and she sighs before hauling herself out of the bath. Her last “first” semester started tomorrow and by the looks of her schedule as well as gossip in the hallways, it was not going to be an easy one.
Tessa wraps herself in a fuzzy towel and softly pads back into her bedroom, fishing out comfortable pajamas as she finishes her nightly routine. Doors locked, windows shut, curtains drawn, and most importantly her laptop was shut. The bed calls her name as she finally settles in and down for the night, closing her eyes and drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
The dub-con Rhys kinktober fic is coming together *beautifully*. I will post a sneak peek below but in the meantime, go ahead and give "Rule #34" by Fish in a Birdcage a listen for me.
Be a good pet and do that for bee, hm? ;) (lolimsorryifthatwascringeimjustmatchinthevibeily)
It seems to take ages to actually reach the steps leading up to the throne. You close your eyes as his inner circle takes their places, counting your breaths as you wait for your cue.
“Kneel.” Rhys orders, his voice shaking the very foundation as everyone, including you, falls to their knees. You feel his hand rest atop your head as he nods in contentment, letting everyone rise to face the two of you.
“I heard that there were rumors being spread about the capture of Y/N,” He says, tone bored as his eyes flicker to Keir. “That I was inefficient of keeping her here.”
“I assure you, my lord, that no one here would dare question your effectiveness.” Keir is hasty to respond, making sure to keep his head bowed as he addresses Rhys.
“And yet I still hear that you have…” Rhys is quick to bite back, gazing across the room before you feel his grip tighten in your hair and yank it up so that you can finally look around. “Tell me, do you still think me weak?”
While Keir fumbles, you take in your surroundings. A shiver racks through you as you see just how cold everyone seems. There is no light to be found in this place deep within the mountain, no joy or hope. The only thing you can sense is the bitterness and hatred of those looking down on you.
The grip in your hair tightens momentarily, and you are brought back to the present, your eyes turning to look at Rhys, who is smirking coldly down at you. You had missed something.
Yes, my lord.
“Yes, my lord.” You repeat immediately, the meekness in your voice, not an act as his violet-tinted eyes swirl with power and authority.
“You see? Such an obedient pet.” He states patronizingly, moving his hand from your hair to grasp your cheeks.
