Surprised Guest : Your brother Bucky invites a guest to spend Christmas with your family... you should have known it was Steve and that old feelings would come back up...
Bucky Barnes
Book Club: Working at a library and at times be boring... but what happens when one of your regulars wants to make a book club? Just you and him?
Bad Dream: You and Bucky are not only neighbors but friends for months now. You two are close... but are still finding out new things about each other...
TASM!Peter Parker
Series:
Neighbors: Moving to a new city could be challenging for anyone. Maybe you could meet someone to help you navigate your new home...
Chapter 1 - Spider-Catcher
Chapter 2 - Heroic Spiders
Chapter 3 - Web-Heads
Chapter 4 - Via the Window
Chapter 5 - New Friends
Hello and welcome to my silly little blog where I write about all my fictional boyfriends!
You can call me Rev, Blondie or whatever you want! 27 y/o, She/Her. This blog is 18+ so minors do not interact!
I also have an AO3 by the same name, but I only post series there.
Are you going to continue with the Neighbors series?. I just read the fifth part and can’t get enough of it. 😊😊
Thank you so much for the ask! And for reading my Neighbors series! I am so happy to hear that your enjoying it!
The short answer is yes I am still writing the series!
I had changed my mind on how I wanted the story to go from when I had first thought. So I have been taking the time to figure that out and I have the next four chapters outlined!
Chapter 6 is coming soon! I'm aiming for this week, next week at the latest!
Omg your tiefling headcanons are my favoriteeee <3 you capture Rolan and Zevlore so well!! I was wondering, what would a spicy night with Rolan, Zevlor, and Dammon look like after you kept teasing them and flirting with them in front of everyone? Perhaps at the camp party? xoxo
A Night of Sharing
Content Warning! 18+ Only! MDNI!!!
(Foursome and all the naughty stuff that comes with that.) So I did a thing... enjoy.
The sound of the celebration gets even more muffled as you make your way through the dark towards the silent grove.
You feel your skin ripple in goosebumps, not from the cool night air but from remembering Dammons’ purring voice whispering in your ear.
“Meet us in Zevlor’s quarters if you’re feeling brave...”
You’re the hero of the day; of course you’re feeling brave. But your blood does rush at the thought of what sweet temptations await you.
It’s been blatant flirting all night, and they are all so fun... how could you choose just one? Dammon, so charming that you’re sure he could talk you into anything—Zevlor, who can resist such strength and experience that you’re sure will change you forever. And Rolan, that smartass attitude you can’t help but tease and he can’t stop falling for. With you juggling the three of them all night, you knew a decision would have to be made... but this was not what you had expected the conclusion would be.
Dammon took the lead, using his sweet words as soon as you walked in, where they had been waiting. “Our desire is apparent... if you are willing...”
All three of them? The gods are either blessing you or finally wanting to exhaust you. Either way, who are you not to accept such a generous offer? Though your confidence only faltered for a second when the three men had stripped down for you to marvel at. The chances these men would break you are great ... but so worth it.
Zevlor, always the commander, takes the lead by being the first to come over and gently run his nails over your skin. His eyes seemed to be studying you, and it would be a lie to say that wasn’t exciting.
He leans in close, his voice a hushed whisper in your ear. “Reality is even better than my dreams ... you’re perfect.”
Zevlor chuckles at how your face reddens, and he can no longer take it. He pulls you into his arms and begins to kiss you. Even though his hold on you is strong, his lips on yours were expertly tender. You melt in his hold, and Zevlor takes full advantage of it.
Lifting you in his arms, he carries you to be sat on his lap. Your back is flush against his chest as he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. With every swipe, his cock grows further against you.
“Spread your legs... “It’s a whisper, but you know it’s a command.
You look over to see Dammon and Rolan staring; they have such different expressions, but when you open your legs over Zevlor’s thighs, they are both suddenly the same slacked - jawed expression.
Zevlor brings his hand over and starts drawing slow circles against your clit. Your first instinct is to bite your tongue and look away from the two, but Zevlor tsk, “Don’t do that to those boys, can’t you see they are dying to hear your sweet cries?”
It’s embarrassing, but with Zevlor taking charge, how can you do anything else but what he says? You’re louder than you thought, but that is completely Zevlor’s fault, from the way his fingers move to his teasing, has you becoming completely undone.
“I bet you taste just like heaven, my dear.” he spreads your lips and sinks his fingers into your dripping slit and hums as you squirm against his knuckles. You're so wet that as Zevlor pulls out his fingers, you can see the slick wanting to drip from him. He puts his fingers in his mouth and purrs.
“Just as I thought, heaven....” You’re so distracted by him that you don’t notice the new body looming over you till he’s tilting your chin up to look into those golden eyes.
“Ro-” Your voice and whinny make Rolan’s eyes go dark. His expression is unreadable, but when he leans down and kisses you, you know his desire has been driving him mad.
Breaking the kiss, he’s practically breathless, “I want to taste you so badly...
Before you can even think of teasing him, the wizard is dropping down to his knees and lapping against your cunt. So badly you want to move your hips against his tongue, but Zevlor keeps you still. Rolans pace is steady till he’s finding that spot that makes your body jump.
Immediately your hand goes to Rolan’s horn, and it has him groaning into you, sending delicious vibrations through you. He’s a man drunk on you, completely unrelenting till your squealing.
Rolan pulls away from you, breathing heavily. “Gorgeous,” is all he says before he pulls you away from Zev and lays your body down on the bedroll.
Rolan, who is usually so composed, is feral as he crawls between your legs. His textured cock as you gasp as he plunges in deep. His hands hold tightly against your leg as the other rips the fabric of the roll.
Chuckling, behind him drags your attention away to see for a brief moment Dammon putting Zevlor’s fingers in his mouth.
“Tell me you love it.” Rolan’s voice is so breathy, but when you look up at him, you see his lidded gaze on how your cunt stretches open against him. His hair is messy, and sweat is starting to slick his rosy skin. His eyes flick back to yours as he pushes in so deep it nudges your cervix, making you moan and your nipples pucker. Fuck, how could you not love it with this beautiful man in you?
“Y- Yes! Ro I- mm~ love it so fucking much.” That makes him smile; that only causes your pussy to squeeze around his cock, more.
“God’s Rolan, you’re selfish. “You see Dammon standing behind the wizard with a smile; when he meets your eyes, he winks at you. “Doesn’t the great Rolan know how to share?”
A slight giggle from you has his cock throb before he’s growling. Rolan rolls so you’re on top of him with your ass up, still stuffed with his cock. Rolan licks against your breast, biting and kissing your sensitive peaks.
Dammon hums as he sinks to his knees, his thick length pressed against you as he runs his hand down your spine.
“No matter the ange, it’s all perfect, huh?”
It’s a question you’re about to answer but can’t before Dammon’s lips are latched around & the tight hole of your ass. You’re screaming at the new sensation of his tongue swirling against you.
From the cock pumping roughly in your pussy to the tongue teasing your ass, it has you seeing stars. Those quickly fade as a wave of fire curls through your body as Dammons’ slick tongue is replaced with hard prodding. Your nails dig into Rolan’s shoulders as you see double from being so stuffed.
Your body shakes as you feel your arousal cushion against Rolan’s cock. And when Dammon’s tip hit against Rolan’s pumping cock, you couldn’t help the scream that tore through your heated body.
Your eyes are watering, but not enough to keep you from looking over to see Zevlor enjoying the view. He chuckles, “You are quite the fearsome thing, aren’t you? We will all be hopelessly in love with you after tonight, you know this, right?”
Fuck, his teasing is always delicious…
You say his name like a sin, and from where you’re staring, he can tell exactly what you’re asking for. He ponders it for a moment before relenting and bringing his cock to your lips. You desperately take his cock into your mouth, and it has him saying something sinfully low in infernal.
Who knew being this full could be so utterly delicious? The sounds of your wet holes, the clapping of so much tangled skin, and the merit of noise from whines, husky growls, and breathy moans.
Gods, it was so much fun…
Rolan’s grip on you tightens as his cock throbs and his breath quickens. He’s breathless as he touches all over your skin.
“Done so early, Ro?”
Rolan tsk at Dammon while pulling out. You look at Rolan, a bit sad. But he chuckles. And touches your cheek, “Just a rest for a moment, my dear.”
Dammon pulls out slowly, “Well, watch all you want then…”
Dammon pushes you down further so that you’re resting on Rolan’s chest, and you can feel Rolan’s cum starting to roll down your thigh, but it’s quickly caught by Dammon’s tongue licking up your thigh.
“Fuck… you’re both sweet arn’t you?” You feel not only your body getting hot but Rolan’s as well. Dammon takes his time licking at your filthy cunt, holding tight as you squirm before you’re feeling something hot against your skin.
It’s quiet for a moment- “done so early?” Rolan teases Dammon, making you laugh a bit despite your exhaustion.
They go back and forth, and as you’re starting to drift, you’re picked up. Zevlor slowly sinks into you with his thick cock, making you whine. He lies as he’s inside you, letting you rest against him.
He pets your hair away from your sweaty skin. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll keep you company while they catch their breaths.” Zevlor purrs to you.
It’s such a wonderful bliss, but you hope you’re well-rested enough when they are ready again. You don’t want to miss any of it.
I love Absolute Zevlor just as much as the original one. Been meaning to draw him for a long time, I'm glad I finally had the time to bring him to light. Heh.
How would the tiefling bachelors react to his aasimar crush going all Biblically Accurate Angel™️ to ward off some jerk hassling him? Like his crush initially tried to be nice about it but when the jerk/jerks threaten him or move to lay violent hands on- BAM! The aasimar is suddenly burning with radiance, spreading multiple sets of wings covered in unblinking eyes, their voice causing the air to shudder as they much more firmly tell the jerk/jerks to leave. NOW.
Thank you for the request! I honestly didn't know how to approch this for the longest time but when I finally thought of something I ended up loving this prompt! Enjoy!
His Angel
Rolan
Rolan can’t help but giggle as he watches you work. He thought he was a busybody, but watching you makes him feel like he’s nowhere close. You buzz around putting back anything you can find and try to help anyone with a question.
He’s happy you have become so adjusted; it feels like it wasn’t so long ago you seemed so lost with everything.
As if hearing his thoughts, he notices you looking over at him. Rolan gives you a little wave that you gleefully return—you’re so damn cute.
It’s the same thing you think when you look over at your Wizard. He’s just too cute most of the time; you find you can’t help yourself around him.
Not that you really want to...
Your cute little moment ends when a rowdy group walks in. Rolan, of course, goes over to confront them. You adore how brave and no-nonsense your Rolan is.
Then... One of the men pushes your beloved and gets in his face...
And you snap.
Rolan, of course, is about to handle the loud mouths himself, but then he looks over at you and his jaw drops. The wind kicks up at the expanse of your multiple large wings... and the thousands of eyes looking down upon them. Books and scrolls go flying everywhere as you loom over all of them.
Of course, everyone starts to scream and cry, but when your eyes go to Rolan, he stares up at you with what looks like amazement in his eyes and a blush dusting his cheeks.
Rolan is quick to shake off his trance before looking back to the worms who dare touch him. “I suggest you troglodytes leave, or you won’t leave with your life.”
With their only warning, they leave. You go back to your more public, friendly form. You look at Rolan. “Why let them go?”
“Well, the clean up isn’t worth it for those fools”
It makes sense... but you still have another question, “So were you blushing?”
Rolan gets quiet, and you notice that blush has come back. “Well, you just... looked so amazing... I couldn’t help it...”
It makes your heart squeeze. You should be in your natural form more often if it makes him happy.
Cal
Cal hadn’t expected that it would be so crowded at the market today, but here the two of you are forced to weave through the crowd. If he had known it would be this crowded, he would have invited you to a different kind of outing.
Although... As he feels a squeeze against his arm, he can’t help but blush. You have never been the biggest fan of a lot of people, so it’s only natural you would cling to his arm as you both navigate your way through the street.
Cal places his large hand on yours, “We just have one more stop then we can go.”
He smiles at you, and you can’t stop grinning back. The sweet moment is cut short by someone bumping roughly against Cal’s shoulder, knocking him back.
“Watch it!” They spit even though they are the one at fault. It’s nothing new for Cal; he’s used to the treatment, but you always look in such horror every time. He tries to ignore how it bothers you, hoping you’ll get used to it...
Cal feels himself get shoved again, “freakish hell spawn...”
The grip on Cal’s arm gets tighter... and suddenly things get dark... and the two men start to scream. Looking over the hand that was on him, he sees sharp talons, golden flaming wings, and large staring eyes piercing the men.
“If you would like to see the real spawns of hell, I could cast you down to burn in the eternal flames. If not, I suggest you learn from your disgusting judgments and leave with your souls still intact.”
Of course they shrivel like worms, screaming their sorries. They leave, and suddenly everything is back to as it was. You look at him with a shy smile.
“C-Can we head back now? These crowds intimidate me a bit.”
Cal laughs, “Of course. Let’s go, my little angel.”
Dammon
Dammon looks over his shoulder and sees you lounging about, glaring at him as you fan yourself. He feels bad; the last thing he wants is for you to be bored... but you were insistent.
If only he knew what was going on in your mind, because yes, you are staring at him while he works. But it’s not out of annoyance... It’s one of lust...
Sure, it’s crazy hot in a forge, but nothing is as hot or makes them sweat like watching Dammon work. The way he is so meticulous while he works, how his muscles seem to bulge, and the sweat drenches his shirt. How could they not stare in awe?
The bliss is cut short by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Dammon is quick to wipe away his sweat and goes to greet the people, showing them his wares. And though Dammon seems fine with them... you are not. Something about them is screaming trouble.
“All this seems... a bit cheap with what you’re asking... oops...”
The mongrels persist in dropping Dammon’s hard work... and that has your blood boiling.
Fire is all anyone can see as you emerge from the back. They scream as your eyes land on them... and though you have no mouth to speak. your threats to their lives are apparent. Their minds melt as they scream before running off.
With them gone, you change back to your cover form. Dammon sighs, “Did you have to go all golden rings of fire on those jerks? I could have handled it.”
You laugh before going up and hugging him. “Nobody questions your hard work, my love. Not while I’m watching over you.”
Zevlor
Though his looks make him a complete masterpiece,but your favorite thing about Zevlor is his devotion that's what makes him so alluring to you.
He brings you another drink with a shy grin as he sits with you. Zevlor’s offerings to you are always so delicious, though the alcoholic libations never seem to affect you. You don’t mind that it is rather funny to watch the poor Commander try and keep up with you at the bar.
Reaching over, you grab his hand. It’s so amusing how shy he is. In the streets, he courts you as if you’re a proper lady. As if he hasn’t defiled your body in all the right ways.
“My dear, you always act so bashful.”
Zevlor runs his thumb over your hand slowly. “In the presence of such a magnificent creature as yourself, how could I not be bashful under your gaze?”
Whispering pulls Zevlor’s gaze from you. When you look over, you see two creatures whispering as they look at you two. Your teeth start to grind against each other; they are stealing his attention, and by the way Zev is looking, they are not being kind. Actions against your beloved will not be tolerated.
With a snap of your fingers, they are alone with you two, and your silver crown weighs on your head. One of your arms rests your chin in your hand, while another runs your large fingers on Zevlor’s shoulders, and a fourth points at the scum.
“Your chattering has distracted my darling; I should smite you for your ignorance.”
As usual, they start groveling at your feet, pleading to be forgiven. You look at Zevlor, and he nods, telling you that it’s okay; he’s not bothered, so you wave them off.
Back in your mortal form, Zevlor looks at you and chuckles, “You know, you don’t have to be overprotective of me. I can handle it.”
“I know, but it hurts my heart. Nobody is allowed to disrespect you in my divine presence ever. Alright?”
Just our Zaddy Zevlor reading some spicy romance 🤭. Thank you to @Ikayaki_Ichisan on vgen. Inspiration from @reverieblondie’s writings (see below) and @sweetlittlelamb’s Tiefling Troubles fanfic!
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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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Kimber: …This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?
^ and my quote which was hurtful but accurate.
You already tagged a bunch of my loves but adding: @mrspizzle @weaveandwood @mercymaker @thelittlewolverine @renofdragons @alrendriablaze @graysparrowao3 @lucretiouswept @crowwolf @lyrium-tits and @orangekittyenergy
Companion characters of your choice each reacting to Tav being taken captive, but as the group is back at camp, trying to figure out how to rescue them, they just kinda exhaustedly stumble their way into camp splattered with dirt and blood before looking at the group and saying "1. It's mostly not my blood, 2. I can explain later, and 3. is it alright if I just take a nap before we do anything else? Please? I just broke out of a fortress, I'm so tired..."
A/N: This was so fun to write! It was nice to do something fluffy and fun with everyone in it! I love trying to show all their personalities! I hope you enjoy!
The camp wakes up slowly, with Lae’zel getting in some morning training first. She promptly kicks Wyll awake to spare. Who, in turn, tries to wake Karlach, who sleeply mutters for five more minutes. Gale is the next to wake up naturally and quickly starts looking for something to prepare breakfast for the crew. Astarion wakes at the scent of food, and the fire lures him as Gale patters away, talking about the food, ignoring the faces Astarion is making. Karlach finally wakes with a large yawn, and she wakes up a grumpy Shadowheart who won’t talk till fully awake after she washes up at the river. Karlach goes to Tav’s tent, swinging the flap open with a cheerful good morning, only to find nothing.
Well, not nothing...
Karlach notices that inside, it looks a bit of a mess, like a fight took place.
“Uh, guys, have you all seen Tav? Because their tent is a mess.”
Lae’zel returns with a very sweaty Wyll carrying their things (he must have lost the sparring match). “I have not seen Tav around or when I woke...”
“Not by the river either, it’s all calm.” Shadowheart says, slinging her hand towel on her shoulder.
Lae’zel tsk, “Hard to believe you would notice anything past your preening.”
Those two immediately start to bicker (but what else is new?)
Gale, always the peacekeeper, breaks them up: “Enough, you two, this won’t help us find Tav!”
Wyll is already playing detective with Karlach, searching Tav’s tent when they rush up with a note.
“Perhaps this will?”
Gale takes the note, and as he opens it, everyone crowds around him.
“We ToOk YoUR LEaDer! GoOdBye.”
“They took Tav!”
Gale tsk his tongue, “And they have appalling penmanship. Gods...”
Karlach cracks her knuckles, “Well, what are we standing around for? We’ve got to save Tav!”
Astarion rolls his eyes, “Perfect plan, my dear, do you even know where you’re going?” Gale is quick to hum in agreement, but that’s when Shadowheart gets an idea.
She snatches the note from Gale and holds it close to Astarion’s face; he, of course, gets annoyed.
“What the hells are you doing?”
“We need you to get the scent so you can lead us to them!”
“I’m not a damn hound!”
“Well, you’d better figure it out!”
While they wrestle with the note being shoved in Astarion’s face, Lae’zel is busy scanning the area till she finds something.
“We have tracks...”
They take a break from harassing Astarion and rush over to look at the tracks. There are lots of them, and they are small...
“Goblins...” Lae’zel sneers
Wyll places his hands on his hips, “How did we not hear those little buggers?”
Karlach and Lae’zel are already gearing up with their weapons. Karlach’s demeanor is now serious. “It doesn’t matter how they snuck in. Tav is in trouble, and we need to save her, so everyone, gear up.”
As they all start getting their gear under Karlach’s command, Gale and Wyll, the two softies, can’t help but let their worries be known.
“I hope Tavs is alright, Goblins are such coarse creatures... Who knows what their camp even looks like?”
“Let’s hope we can track them in time, Tav. Please hang on.”
Shadowheart hums, “You two shouldn’t worry.”
Astarion is quick to add, “Tav is too stubborn to die. I feel bad for the goblins.”
And though both their words seem to come off as calm, they are packing feverishly.
With them all packed up and ready to go, Gale and Lae’zel start laying out a plan for the group as they draw it out in the sand.
“Now those freaks will probably have Tav hidden in a low level of their camp. Karlach will take the two fragile men down there to get them.” As Lae’zel says, she points at Gale and Astarion. Who, of course, scoff but can’t really argue.
Gale takes his staff and starts drawing himself. “As they act as our bodyguards, Lae’zel, Shadowheart, and Wyll will act as our backup, keeping goblins off our tails. Now, do we need to pack potions in case their condition is worse than we think?”
As they continue to talk and plan, they start feeling confident it might work!
“Wow! This looks great, what can I do?!”
Everyone but Gale looks up in utter shock, but Gale laughs. “Tav, we covered that you’re in there... Tav!”
Before Tav can say anything, they are all jumping on Tav, crowding them in a huge beer hug. Of course, Tav is confused, wondering why everyone is acting so emotionally. When the hug fest is over, Astarion is shaking Tav like a rag doll.
“Where the hell have you been and why are you covered in blood?!”
Tav grabs his hands, and he pauses. All Tav does is smile, and Astarion feels slightly calmer.
“I know you’re just worried about me, but it’s mostly not my blood.”
Gale looks over you, and so does Shadowheart, asking if they can help clean you up and fix any injuries. Tav quickly takes a Prestidigitation from Gale and some healing from Shadowheart.
Wyll and Karlach are all about hearing Tav’s heroic escape. But Tav just shrugs, “Those idiots? All I did was walk out.”
Karlach is all smiles with her battle axe ready, “Well, maybe we should pay them a surprise visit, Tav, you can lead the way.”
To everyone’s surprise, Lae’zel is stepping up and saying her objections.
“The revenge can wait, for now, Tav needs rest. Those idiots won’t notice their absence for a while.”
Wyll laughs, looking at her confused, “Lae’zel, when did you become a softy?”
She grumps in her native tongue, but Tav hugs her, “Thank you for looking after me. I’ll rest so I can be useful for our revenge.”
I need another Aradin smut, there's barely any on Tumblr, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net and even AO3! Feed us, feed me, I need to fuck him and I need him to fuck me.
A/N: Ask you you shall receive! I love Aradin with a teifling it just works. Dear @eolasesayelan I hope you don't mind me using your beautiful screenshots of this man!
NSFW! MDNI!!! 18+ Only! Warnings- Dirty talk, sex (p in v), and filth in general so read at your own risk.
Aradin had already taken a bath yesterday in the river... but he just needed to escape that dusty grove. So, leaving the rest of his gang behind, he sneaks out—hoping to clear his mind as much as clean his body. He pushes through crunching twigs, carefully ducking or swatting aside the branches that threaten to hit his face along the narrow trail.
He might be irritable. Well, of course he is!
He's in a cramped camp with angry druids. His gang cowers like babies. Everyone else blames him for losing the druid. It was the bear's fault for getting caught, for not running away! But does anyone care? Of course not! Maybe he could have tried more, but truly, what could he do? They were outnumbered by a horde.
Aradin stops in his tracks, and panic hits him. He's back in that moment—hearing horns, smelling blood and shit. He sees those sick little fucks in a frenzy for his flesh. So he ran, like a helpless child. He never thought of the consequences awaiting him at home. He was just so scared, but not allowed to show it.
Then she came along, and everything got worse…
When your swinging tail came walking in, he thought you could be the answer to his prayers… but you only made things worse…
You came in like some savior and filled this place with your promises, to make everything better and alright… then you did... and made him into a joke.
He couldn't stand you, not because you were a tiefling, but because you were so damned irritating. The whole grove could be ablaze, and you'd stay calm, always ready to fix everything. Even after hearing his and Zevlor's spat, you told the old man not to be hot-headed toward him. Like, he needed your defense?! Aradin avoided your ever-present smiles, but it never worked. You kept running around, trying to help everyone—including him.
Like tonight, you must have noticed that he had nothing to eat, so you walked up to him with a bowl of mush. He might have been starving, but he's not going to accept any handouts, so before you can even offer it, he's stomping off to sneak into the storage room.
Even though the night is cool, he feels his body starting to grow hot with rage. Why must you always be there right when he is at his weakest? It’s like you know.
Aradin makes it out of the woods and steps onto the riverbank. He quickly strips off his shirt, shivers as the night air touches his skin, and undresses the rest of the way. Wading cautiously into the cold water, he forces himself not to retreat. Just as he’s splashing water on his face, a faint song catches his attention. He glances across the water and sees her—tail swaying, fingers combing wet hair, glowing eyes reflecting the moonlight as she hums, oblivious to his presence. Aradin gulps, unsure whether to hide or stay visible.
Then, those glowing eyes lock onto him. Aradin immediately freezes, stunned at being noticed. Tav frowns, covers herself with her arms, while Aradin awkwardly ducks into the water, as if it might make him invisible. As she quietly says his name, he instinctively prepares to run away.
"Wait, don't leave!"
Don't leave?! She's mad?! We're both naked! "Why are you here?"
Tav can't help but let out a slight laugh as the sounds of swishing water continues. "You know we have to bathe right?"
Aradin can't help but look over his shoulder and sees her now standing deeper in the water, mostly submerged. Still uneasy, he crouches lower, trying to shield himself while keeping Tav in sight.
Tav laughs, "Just don't stare, and we will be fine."
Aridan feels himself snap, “I wasn't staring!”
Tav laughs. "You get worked up fast, huh? I'm teasing, human. Don't get bent out of shape."
"I'm not..."
"Then it's settled, you stay on your side, and I will stay on my side. Fine?"
"Fine."
"Great."
"Fantastic"
Tav giggles at Aradin again, then turns her back to carry on washing. Frustrated, Aradin resumes scrubbing himself, but moves faster now, feeling pressured.
Then she abruptly asks, "So it's true that you hate us?"
Aridan faces her without thinking, "I've never said that! It's a misunderstanding!"
"I don't know... I heard you were quite brutal to Zevlor."
Red-faced, Aradin turns away while washing his chest, embarrassed. He hesitates, considering if he should say more, before finally muttering, "I was... scared... I shouldn't have been so nasty, but I was terrified... I didn't know where else to go."
"So you ran back to the grove for any kind of safety..."
Aridan nods, seeing that Tav gets closer to him, "How come you didn't say so?"
He sighs before shrugging, “When people assume the worst, why bother changing their minds?”
Tav gently touches his shoulder; the warmth is immediately comforting. He turns, looking into her shining eyes, "I think I know a little something about that."
"I'm sorry I said those things... I hope I can show you… everyone that that's not my true feelings."
They wash in silence before tensions rise again. "You've always been a hothead?"
He laughs, surprising himself, "I used to be a sweet tot, but then I got older and more aware. "
"And how did you end up here?"
"Trying to get peace for my family and me… thought this damned treasure could do that but it's no use now... "
Tav looks up at the stars, "I think we all lack peace... Just have to find the right path for it."
Aradin comes closer to her and gently grabs her face in his hands, "But is all this leading you to the right path?"
She grabs his hands, "I don’t know forsure… but I have to keep my promises to my people”
Aridan moves his hands away slowly, “Just… Watch your back out there, I would hate to see a knife in it.”
Tav watches him with a smirk, and he hates how it makes him chuckle a bit as he cocks his brow. "And here I thought you didn't like my kind."
"Hey! I never said that!" Tav looks confused, making him flustered. "Forget it."
Tav huffs, "You know, considering our situations, you would think you wouldn't want to hold onto all this tension."
Aridan slumps, "Considering our situations, you would lose the smile and want to get your party out of here."
Tav hums before leaning back and letting herself float, "I will, but I have a few people I'm still helping. Plus, just being mad or acting in hysterics will help nobody."
Aridan blushes. "I'm not hysterical," he grumbles, then sees Tav's offered hand.
"What?"
"Come here and float."
Aradin scoffs. "I'm not playing with you!"
"What do you plan to pack up tonight? I heard there is a pack of ghouls lurking around, and who knows what else. So before I wise up and knock your smartass teeth in, I come here."
Aridan tsk, before he takes Tav's hand.
"Alright now, float on your back and take a load off. "
Slightly compelled, he decided to just stay quiet and listen. Once on his back and looking up at the star-filled sky, he has to admit... this is kinda nice…
"Now, how about you tell me what weighs on you?"
He rolls his eyes, " Oh what the hells -"going to get up, he pauses, feeling hands on his shoulders helping keep him afloat.
"Just relax ... If you talk good, but if you don't, that's okay too... "
Aradin thinks for a second, he doesn't get the point of this ... but what is there to lose …
"I just don't get your calmness. Hells, everyone else is losing their fucking minds or on the brink of death, and you're just ... not affected?"
Tav hums, "I'm affected, I'm just focusing on my goals, not the madness around me. "
He feels her hand move to adjust his hair. It's so simple, but he feels himself leaning into the touch. "What are your goals?"
"To survive and get me and what's left of my gang back to the gate, then punch that wizard for that shit map he gave us."
Aridan looks up to see Tav's confused face," Wizard Rolan?"
"Rolan? No, not that nerd. The one in Baldurs Gate, he's the reason I'm here, and so help me when I find him, I'm going to -"
"You're from Baldur's Gate? I thought you were with the refugees? Or travelers?"
"You thought I was with that lot!" Tav's face changes to a glare, "I mean ... they hate us."
"They don't hate you... distrust mainly... and Zevlor thinks you're an idiot ... but not hate."
"Distrust? I was scared and came to the only place I could! Why would someone assume the worst of me when they don't even know me!"
"I don't know... We all ask ourselves the same question... "
It's quiet for a second... " I really don't have a problem with you all, truly…”
"I know. If you did, we wouldn't be talking for this long. Though maybe if you acted friendlier.”
"Or they could see me being friendlier... with someone they trust."
"Oh, so we are friends?" Tav asks with a smile.
"Well, I've never bathed with an enemy. So? Friends?” Aradin gives her a smile.
"Perhaps... It would be good to have a connection in the city."
" ... Tav the city ... I know that's where everyone is headed, but it's not everything everyone says it is. You all ... there will still be trouble."
" There is trouble for us everywhere. But it's at least a better chance."
Aridan smirks, "Well ... I think if anyone has a chance, it's you, Tav."
"I thought you didn't like me?” she grins, cocking up her brow.
"What can I say, T, you're growing on me.”
As he looks up at her, he hopes she's blushing, but it's hard to tell in the starry darkness. Though there does appear to be a sparkle in those glowing eyes ... Sitting up, he turns to fully face her, bringing his hand to lightly touch her cheek.
" Do you all have eyes that glow?"
"Not all of us, but the majority."
" No, No, Yours are not like flames, yours are different ... like gleaming Stars."
Aridan was completely lost in her starry eyes when she lifted on her tippy toes and touched her lips to his. He was shocked at just how soft they were and how they seemed to just perfectly melt against his. They drifted together in a state of blind passion till Aridan’s back was pressed against a rock along the rivers edge with a “oof”
They both shared a small laugh before their lips were locking once more and their hands were glued to each other. Her lips quickly slip down from his lips, over his neck, till she's kissing over his chest. Her tail coils around his leg, and it's taking everything in him not to moan out, but you ... always the tricky thing licks his nipple, and the sudden heat, he can't help but whine out.
"Aw, sensitive are we?" That sharp-toothed grin just pushes him even further. Grabbing her hips, turning her to press her body against the rock, his breathing was heavy against her ear. "Do you know what you do to me? Driving me damn mad."
Tav hums as she wraps her legs around his waist. Aridan lifts his hands onto her ass and squeezes as he lifts her from the water. The dripping sounds like rain as his lips caress hers. Aridan can feel her hard nipples rubbing against his chest as she grinds herself against him, teasing him even now.
Aridan's heart races as his cock slides against her swollen lips, coating himself in her arousal. It's when Tav started whispering something foreign in a sultry tone that he's pushing into her tight cunt. He bounced her up and down as he fucked into her, his balls smacking against her as one of his hands rubbed against her clit. The sensations were overwhelming. His hips angled just right, his fat cock driving deeper and deeper, coarse hairs tickling her clit. Aridan's eyes nearly cross, feeling how her cunt clenches tightly around him.
Tav drags her nails down his back, and that has his balls tighten and his cock throbbing hard as he gets deeper to nudge his drooling tip against Tav's G-spot. Looking up at her glowing eyes, hooded and blown out, has his heart skipping. " Gorgeous... you know that? Simply gorgeous..”
She manages to smile, and he nearly explodes at the sight of those sharp teeth in such a grin. But he manages to get her first when that grin moves to a silent 0, and he feels it all gush around him all at once. A growl rips from her throat as it washes over her, her nails digging in so deep it threatens to break skin, but when she bit down on the apex of his neck, it does, and it has his whole body clenching and his throat whining as his cock fills her to the brim.
They were both out of breath as he slid back into the cold water. Tav takes a second to wash her heated face with the cold water before looking back at him. He has that same dreamy-eyed look on his face as he stares. Tav splashes water on him, snapping him back to his usual grumpy state.
"You're staring again ... You are just going to keep doing that, or you going to help me wash off, again?"
Go back to the cold tent or stay with the hot-blooded adventurer? The choice was clear.
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.
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.
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.
Of course, you just smile,"I'm sorry, Ro. I promise to buy something after my lessons today. "
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.
Rolan tries to look busy as he reshelves some tomes while staying close to your side. "How has learning infernal been going for you?"
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."
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.
“Tmyh wmafdv qujy haf wapyzmulq za ryiv... “ (They should give you something to read... )
“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.
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.
"Rolan, stop bothering our student. We have a busy day ahead of us."
He can't help but roll his eyes, "Yes, drinking tea and gossiping before learning a little infernal does take quite some time.”
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.”
You pause at the foot of the stairs, gripping your hands onto the railing tightly, "If you wanted, you could join us?"
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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 ... "
Rolan rolls his eyes , "Upset? What exactly - "
Lia’s sharp nail comes close to his nose as she holds up her finger to silence him. "Just promise."
He relents, "Alright, I will remain composed, but if you keep me with bated breath, I will lose it."
"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... "
Rolan feels his blood run "You're not saying…”
Cal's voice is pleading,"We think she took your diary! "
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.
"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.
Cal and Lia look at each other before Cal smiles, "Well, his reaction could have been worse."
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.
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.
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? "
Red fills your cheeks as you nod, “Majority of it … enough to get the gist.”
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-"
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.
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.
"I should've told you sooner.” He says, before caressing his hands down your back and taking in the scent of your neck.
"Tell me now ."
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?"
You breathe into his ear, and he feels himself moan, "But I want to hear it."
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.
“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... )
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.
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?")
Grinning, you position yourself on top of him, beginning to undo his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
“Xe safdv wih qryyvh..” ("I would say greedy.. ")
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 .
“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.”
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…”
Warnings: Eludes to voyeurism kink but nothing explicit.
Summary: New friends is a good thing... Right?
A/N: LOOONNNGGGG time no see but I will never not complete a series! (even if it's not been updated for like a year....)
Word Count: 3,225
He’s here, right in front of you. You look into his mask lens, mouth open but speechless. What are you doing? You invited him, made him cookies, and now you’re clamming up? This wasn’t how you pictured it.
“Is that for me?” His voice is only slightly mocking as he asks the obvious question, but it's enough to get you out of your sudden nervous freak-out.
With a small sigh, you smile at him and stumble out a quick yes, holding up the cookies for him to take. He accepts the bag with a chipper thanks, then opens it as he moves smoothly down the wall to sit right next to you, his body sticking effortlessly to the brick. You hold your breath as he lifts his mask just enough to reveal the cutest set of lips you’ve ever seen, giving you a slight smirk when he notices you staring. Excitement and nerves make you nearly lose your balance by the window. Part of you had hoped he’d take off the whole mask, but you know that’s unrealistic. Cookies won’t earn you secret identity privileges, and maybe knowing who he really is would ruin the masked man fantasy anyway.
You pause, no, no, no, NO! You are not a web head! You do not fantasize about Spider-Man! During your inner turmoil, you catch him as he is biting off one of his gloves, tucking it away, and eating a cookie. Is it weird to be attracted to hands? Perhaps, but you will just keep it a secret as you memorize the veins of his hands.
Spider-Man scarves down more cookies, licking his fingers and sucks on the tips to make sure all the chocolate is gone… Holy shit… is this like superhero fourpay? Watching the masked hero flash his smile, reveal his sexy hands, then give you a show with his mouth sucking and his tongue… or perhaps you're a lonely pervert soon to be web head….
This city is changing you.
In your haze of watching him, you can’t control the next sentence from your mouth: “Would you like to wash those down with some milk?” He pauses, surprised at your sudden invitation, before he leans in closer.
“Don’t you know not to invite strange men into your apartment?”
You lean in, getting closer to his face, your eyes lingering on his lips, “Well, when that man has saved you before, it makes you trust them…”
He chuckles as his hand moves up to tuck back a piece of unruly hair behind your ear. His hand is warm as it slightly brushes over your skin, and with how close he has gotten to you… You think that he might kiss you…
As you both lean towards each other, time seems to slow down. You try to control your breathing and focus on his lips, but just as you're about to close your eyes to kiss him, he suddenly puts his hand on top of your head and ruffles your hair instead.
What?
He puts his glove back on and lowers his mask. “I uh… better not, still on duty…”
Your chest aches at the sudden distance between you. “Ah… r-right, right.”
With a nod and a quick thanks, he swings off into the cool city. You take your time to slink off to bed, roaming around your apartment, suddenly feeling incredibly lonely… have you really only made friends with your neighbor and the city's hero? Those two people you can’t typically consider close friends…
Your thoughts go back to Spider-Man…who he is… if you will see him again… learn more about him… and the biggest thing weighing on your mind, have you messed up by seeming to come onto him… and if he even noticed it…
Wednesday night is the slow night of the week. Typically, slower nights are your favorite… but today… Today, the slow atmosphere is forcing you to think about how badly your shameless little attempt at a kiss has led to Spidey not coming around. He hasn’t even left a note!
Groaning you drop your head onto the bar's counter, attempting to ignore its stickiness. Though you deserve the stickiness… You crossed the line and made the hero uncomfortable… UGH, they should kick you out of the city for your flop.
Melissa, the saint, seems to notice your blight. She waddles over with a rag, nudging you to lift your head.
“Oh… I know that look…boy troubles?”
You look towards her with a frown, “What makes you think so?”
"Nobody puts their face on this counter unless they’re extremely drunk or having personal troubles. So tell me, are you having trouble with your neighbor again?”
“No! No! Peter is great! He’s… well, he’s my only friend right now. But he's been busy with work lately, and well, there was this… other guy…”
A large squeal from Melissa not only startles you but also the others at the bar. Melissa grabs your hands, “ Not even two weeks here and you have a crush! I want details!” She then pulls you closer, forcing you to look into her eyes, “Seriously, don’t spare a detail.”
You nervously laugh. It’s not that you don’t want to open up, but how do you explain trying to kiss Spider-Man—then getting rejected so hard he’s stopped talking to you?
"Well, I met him in my first week here. He was so kind that I wanted to thank him. When I did, I tried to kiss him… and he basically rejected me. Now, I haven't heard from him."
Melissa shoulders slack “Have you thought that maybe he’s just shy?” - Spidey shy? Hmmm… he seems rather confident. Maybe even cocky…
“Not returning my kiss isn’t what bothers me most. It’s the silence—it feels like losing a friend, and I was already short on those.”
Melissa sighs, slumping down on the stool next to yours and rubbing her belly. "Man... that is an issue..."
A laugh bubbles up from your throat, breaking the tension, "Isn't this where you give me some mature wisdom?"
Gregory kicks open the back room with a box of bottles. “Here’s some wisdom: if that punk is too blind to see what he’s missing, you’re better off without him.” Greg unloads the box, and you quickly help—after all, it’s your job. "Plus, you're a nice girl, do you need friends? You have us, and I just hired a girl your age. She's green but hard-working. I want you to train her; maybe you two can be pals." Greg says casually, but the news has you beaming.
"Another girl! This is great! When does she start?"
Melissa chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Greg, I wanted it to be a surprise! But yes, she goes to university too. She starts tomorrow."
Thursday is usually another lax night, but now you're going to be training the new girl! even though you are still kinda new, but whatever! Another opportunity to make a friend—and a girl at that! Finally! If Greg and Melissa like her, she’s probably nice!
"Well, I am so excited to meet her! I hope we get along! What's her name?"
"Mary Jane, but she goes by MJ."
Though classes usually drain you, today you’re fueled with excitement. A new friend in the city would be amazing. You hope MJ is nice, as things could get awkward otherwise. You shove in your key at your door, but before you can struggle with the lock, someone opens the door behind you.
"Hey, Cookie, how were classes?"-Cookie?
You turn to see Peter, grinning widely. You raise an eyebrow at him, "Cookie?"
"A nickname, it was that or Dough Wizard."
You lift a hand in mercy, "Cookie is fine... don't call me... Dough Wizard."
"Hm... you not liking it makes me want to call you more..."-typical...
Playfully, you roll your eyes before going back to struggling with your door, "Please tell me you didn't just lay around munching all day."
Peter shakes his head no before knocking on the frame. If you didn't know better, you could guess he's nervous. "Actually, I've been working on some pictures all day... Did you want to come take a look? I mean, I did say if you brought me cookies, I would let you snoop through."
Looking at his work! You have to get ready for work soon... but how could you pass this up? "I could come in and take a look, see if it's any good."
Peter just laughs you off before standing back and opening his door wide for you. At first, you're a bit nervous about going into his place. What if it's a total mess? Or even worse, it's cleaner than yours.
With your worries, you walk in and you're instantly met with a warm atmosphere and the pictures on the walls. One catches your eye—Peter in high school, standing next to a woman who might be his mother.
You don't realize you're staring at it until Peter is stepping closer. "That's me and my aunt May right around the time I graduated."
"It's very sweet. Do you get to see each other a lot?"
Peter smiles, "Yeah, I'm sure you will run into her eventually. We try to eat together at least every two weeks."
Peter leads you to his couch as he opens up his laptop. You think of how lucky he must be to have family so close,
"Maybe you could come eat with us one day... she's quite the cook." Peter couldn’t help the softness in his voice. It's a sweet, vulnerable side to him that you didn't think he had.
"If you wouldn't mind, I would love it. Nothing beats a home-cooked meal."
"Great! I'll let you know when the next time we meet is." Peter finally passes his laptop over to you. The angle of the shot seems impossible, but here it is right in front of you. You have seen Spider-Man more than once, but the pictures still captivate you.
"This can't be real, you have had to edit this."
Peter laughs, "I edit the colors for saturation, but I got lucky with the poses from Spidy."
"He's incredible..." You mutter, and Peter lifts an eyebrow with a smirk. You feel yourself flush from your slight slip. "I mean, the picture is incredible."
You try to laugh it off as you click to another amazing photo, but Peter just nudges you, "Hey, don't forget that I'm the one who makes him look so good."
He does look good... but sitting so close to Peter lets you sneak a peek at him, he looks really good to... Peter turns to you, catching you staring, and you're quick to tap to the next picture, trying to ignore how red you are.
Peter clears his voice before he says your name, but as you're turning to see what he wants to say, your alarm starts to beep. Shit
You pop up for the door, "Damn, my alarm. I'm sorry, I have to go and get ready for work."
He seems down for a second before he's following you again, "Well, that's not fair."
You pause and turn to look at him, only to see he's once again super close. How does he do that with no noise?
"What's not fair?"
"Well, you got to see my job, wouldn't it only be fair that I see you at yours?"
Wait... he wants to see you at your job? That's what friends do... but tonight you're training the new girl, you won't be able to talk to him…
"Tonight I have training... but tomorrow?"
Peter smiles, and you feel your blood start to race, "Tomorrow then..."
Walking into the bar, it's dimly lit, just as you expected, and it's nice and not at all busy. Bad for tips but great for training!
After putting your stuff away in the back, you walk out and see Greg talking to a girl who looks around your age. This must be MJ! Take a deep breath and be cool!
With a smile, you're hoping it's not too wide, you walk up for an introduction. You're thankful, Greg sees you walking up and gives you a pre-introduction to your own greeting.
The first thing you notice about her is her deep crimson hair, and as she turns with a confident smile, you see her brilliant emerald eyes.
"Hey, I'm Mary, but everyone calls me Mj."
She seems so confident and cool! You manage to give your intro, hoping not to give away your excitement to potentially make a friend your age.
"So any questions before we get started?"
"Nope, I'm told you're the best, so I'm ready for the ropes!"
First, you show her the essentials and the shelf layout. Next, you ask about her knowledge, and you're pretty impressed by how much she knows for being new, but she teasingly jokes that she's been doing this enough to finally make a job of it. She might know more than you did when you started.
When she finally starts helping customers, she’s a natural, even to the regulars who can be a bit short on patience. Melissa makes her way down, and you manage to sneak over, leaving Mj on her own for the first time of the night.
"So, how is training?"
"Great! She's natural and really nice!
"Told you! I'm happy it seems to be working out." Melissa slides up closer with a mischievous smirk. "Onto other news... How are things in the romance department?"
You sigh, "No updates..."
"What about Mr. Grumpy Neighbour?"
"Oh no? Neighbor troubles?" Mj shocks both of you as she joins the conversation with a smile.
"Well, it was looking bad, but I think we are finally getting along. He actually might pop by Friday."
"Oh? A work day? Just make sure it isn't a distraction." Melissa nudges you.
"Just friends, I refuse to cross that line."
They both laugh.
"Well, it might be worth it if he's cute enough." Mj winks before walking to check the customers one more time. She's going to get along great here.
Turns out having more help does ease the workload, but it’s nice to have someone to communicate with to pass the time. It turns out you two have a lot in common, and she even told you all the dos and don'ts for surviving the city. She even planned a day to take you to all her favorite local spots! Thank God She got hired here; you might actually stand a chance here! And though Spidey didn't show up by the end of your shift, you didn't have to walk alone; you had a friend with you!
Friday night, and of course, it's completely packed. You're happy Mj has been such a fast learner because it's been great not having to constantly check up on her. The drinks are flowing, the tips are coming in, but you're still nervous... and Milessa notices…
She slides over to where you're currently mixing. "Don't worry... he will show..."
You let out a laugh, trying not to betray your inner thoughts, "I'm not. He either will or won't... It's nothing to me."
"Uh huh... and you have been watching the door for what reason then?"
"Well, we are kinda friends... if he comes in, I don't want to miss him."
"So what does your friend look like?"
"Kinda tall, brown hair that's always a mess... and the really nice brown eyes that you-"
As you're talking, you notice Melissa's grin getting wider, and you stop yourself before you get carried away. "Taller and nerdish with a dash of cockiness, so when you spot that, you've got him."
"Well, I don't know for sure, but I think your 'friend' has walked in..." She points you to the door before laughing and leaving you to scramble as Peter walks in.
When he sees you, he gives you a smile you just can't help but mimic; somehow, he squeezes in to meet you.
"Okay, what are you guys serving to make it this busy?"
You continue to pour for the people crowding, “We are just that good."
He eyes you suspiciously, "Sure you're not just over pouring?"
You playfully shrug, "Well, you will have to order something to find out."
Peter leans in closer to the bar, and you can catch a whiff of what smells like cologne. It makes you want to get closer to know for sure, but you hold back.
"Surprise me, let's see if you have that bartender sixth sense I've heard of?"
"You have never heard that, it's not a thing."
He just waves you off with a smile, "Of course it is now. Mix, shake, or whatever you do."
You take a minute, ignoring all the other patrons trying to get their orders. If you had to make Peter a drink, what would it be? It's definitely an on-the-spot order that is stumping you a little, and the fact that he's staring you down with an adorable smug grin right now is not making it any easier.
Then duh, it clicks.
A swig here, a tip there, and shake then serve, you slide him over a drink that he instantly catches.
"Manhattan, and not for what you're thinking, it's sharp and witty with a hint of sweetness. But only a touch."
Peter says nothing as he eyes the drink before taking a sip. You would never admit to saying you're looking forward to what he has to say, but you're dying to know!
He brings the drink down from his lips, and he gives you a serious stare. "That... was really good. Baking and bartending, now I need to see how you cook."
You scoff, "Me cook for you? No, you will cook for me... It's only fair."
"We might be able to work something out then."
You two get lost in conversation before a gruff voice startlingly interrupts you,
"So is this the friend I heard about?" Greg comes over, eyeing Peter with suspicion. You're quick to introduce the two; you can't help but want to laugh at how, even though Greg is your boss, he comes off as protective as he questions Peter.
During questioning, Greg asks about work, and when Peter says 'photographer,' Greg practically lights up. He slams his hand on the bar, startling everyone, "Do you do commissions?"
Peter turns to you for an answer, but you can only shrug. "Not generally, but I would be willing to."
It was the correct answer.
Naturally, you eventually move away from Peter, leaving him to take care of other customers. You would like nothing more than to just chat and hang out, but you are at work, and he's a friend; he must understand. And though you're busy, you're doing your best to pop over to his spot and chat and laugh before running off again. But when you turn, you see him and MJ sharing a laugh. As she slides a new glass over to him, you feel a slight ache watching them; you must have just missed topping him off…
Oh well... Maybe all three of you will be friends...
This horny idea is a little bit late, but here you go:
Haarlep having you bound, collared, gagged, and completely at their mercy. Maybe Raph decided that his plaything needed a plaything so the incubus would stop bugging him.
New Toy
18+ underneath the cut! MDNI!!!!
Enjoy your new toy. Try not to break this one too quickly. -R
Haarlep lifts an eyebrow at the note, Raphael was not one for giving gifts… perhaps this is his attempt to keep them distracted till he's ready to be ruined beneath them? Can’t let his favorite incubus starve now could he? (not that it's hard to sneak off to go find a meal…) Oh well, a gift is a gift and though there's sure to be hidden motifs Harrlep won’t say no. They rather like new toys.
Haarlep enters the boudoir where their gift awaits, and as they round around the healing bath till a quivering body on a pile of pillows catches their eye…
Finally in front of them is the new ‘toy’. Haarlep is surprised for a moment before they begin to let out a teasing tsk. “You my dear… are in quite the situation…”
Bound in soft pink silk, your wrist trembles in the fabric. Sweat rolls down your neck under a leather collar with familiar looking writing. Lips wrapped around a gag as your eyes look up towards them. You're naked, and at Haarleps mercy, something they tend to lack.
Harrlep smiles as they take you in, their new little toy… Then as they wander down to your shaking thighs they chuckle at the sight, it seems like their toy has a toy of their own. -Now this is a real treat…
Haarlep licks their lips as they reach down grabbing the handle to your ivory toy currently stuffing you full. Slowly they move the toy out of your puffy cunt, eyes widening at just how wet you are. “Now this is very naughty… you like this?”
You look up at Haarlep with eyes blown so wide with desire. Haarlep could smell that arousing want as soon as they walked through the door, but to see you now, just dripping in it, your body is filled with that delicious feeling, and Haarlep is craving for a taste. Haarlep snaps their fingers and your gag is falling from your lips leaving you whimpering.
Harrlep leans into your body, their sharp teeth teasing your skin before their warm lips caress your flesh. The heat of the incubus immediately causes your body to sweat and it only gets worse as they slowly sink the toy back in pushing against your already sensitive insides and their fingers tease against your clit.
Your mind was already in a fog, but it’s only worse now as the creature above you licks against your sweat laced skin, humming in infernal filth you're sure. But instead of feeling fear, you craved more, needed them to mold you to their whim with every roll of their wrist, every flick of their rough tongue and every infernal promise.
Along with their purring voice you feel a nip at your ear as the toy moving in and out of your pussy begins to move faster. Harrlep feels your hands digging into their broad shoulders, Your moans ringing in their ears as the wet noise of your cunt getting stuffed persists.
"Oh pet do you hear yourself ... Tell me you like it ... or I'll have to stop.” Harrlep changed the pace back to an aggravatingly slow pace and that's when your desperation spikes!
"Yes! Yes!" Your hands hold tightly to their forearms, your nails digging into Haarleps flesh with every drag of the toy to your insides.
" M - more, Haarlep please!-. more."
Fiery eyes widen at your trembling confession, "more?" They say coldly. Haarlep moves the toy away from you, relishing in your want. "You terribly selfish thing .. You cry for more when you don't even know what you can truly handle ... "
Harrlep pulls the silk ties from your wrist and guides your limp hands over their burning body till they are wrapping your arms around their neck. Harrlep presses the weight of his cock in between your legs and practically purrs at how keen you are for them.
"I should give you nothing for your demands .. " They lean down and press a chastise kiss to your lips, stealing a sloppy taste of you. Haarlep smirks when they break away, "Lucky for you I've always loved brats."
Their cock nudges against your quivering silt covering their length with your arousal before breaching into you slowly. As your mouth falls open Haarlep is quick to swallow down your moans with his kiss. As Harrlep fills you inch by inch his tongue teases against yours keeping you drunk with lust. And you are so drunk for it, this will either be the end of you or the start of a feverish affliction. And as long as it’s in their hands you don’t find yourself minding either outcome.
When Haarlep finally bottoms out and his burning cack is licking against your cervix he feels your pussy quivering against him. Harrlep grins as your cunt grips him, You're never had it deep huh? Haarlep doesn't even have to ask, they know you're on the brink and that has them throbbing.
Haarlep starts with slow, deep thrusts spurred on by your cute moans and needy whining. As your orgasm builds the thrust gets harder and his grip gets tighter. With a voiceless scream you cum on Haarleps cock. They take a moment to look at your face, a twist of bliss and pain as Haarlep continues to push you past your brink. The tears falling from your eyes make their stomach twist. You're at your peak already… but it’s not enough for them.
Harrlep moves to grab your collar forcing you up as they continue to bounce you against their textured cock. You can't help yourself from looking down and watching Haarleps thick cock stretching out your fluttering pussy. It feels brutal but their hands move to your soft hips squeezing you softly as they continue to use you. Haarlep moves your hands to their neck and smiles as you hold on tight.
But that smile fades to a serious stare before their lips are on yours. And it suddenly feels different… not a kiss for a plaything but for something that is truly theirs…
After a few moments of this pace. Harrelp feels their own orgasm roll over their body. Haarlep pulls out of you and covers your lower stomach and puffy folds with their hot white ropes of cum. Haarlep lifts a brow at your state now, so different from the pristine setup it was before, " My, My ... You're a mess ... "
They bring their hand down to rub your clit with their thumb and push their cum into your cunt with their fingers. Pulling them out Haarlep licks them clean of both of your spent. "We better clean you up ... I wouldn't want my toy to be dirty ... Rapheal was so kind to give you to me so I better take great care of you from now on…”
Paring- Dark Prince Rolan x Blessed Princess F!Tav
Warnings- 18+ MDNI, will include violence, naughty thought, smut, arguing, and two pinning idiots.
Summary: After Tavs and Rolans little tiff it has them both feeling huffy, but their drama is not the only thing tainting these royal halls.
A/N: How could you not miss such a handsome face? He's literally so perfect!! Me and sweet anon have been working on this forever and I hope you all enjoy! please let us know because we love the praise!
<- Chapter 5 -////////- Series Masterlist
"Well... That was eventful." Karlach mused from where she had been following along behind Rolan, Cal and the vampire spawn, "Think Aurelia and I will go check that those little ones don't get up to more trouble on route to Astarion's room."
With a hum of acknowledgment, the Dark King waved the two tiefling women off before catching Dalyria's eye, "You and Petras see to having healing potions readied. They're young and seem unharmed, but I want their well-being assured before they leave the castle."
"Of course, your Majesty." the vampiric physician answered, excusing herself and Petras with a hasty bow.
When only himself and Cal remained, Rolan released a sigh of frustration and exhaustion. It took more effort than he cared to admit in order to keep himself from slouching as the breath hissed out of him.
"Not a word Cal." he grumbled, practically able to feel his brother's attention on him, "Save it for when you tell Lia."
"Listen, I'm just happy you agreed to talk with her." Cal replied, lifting his hands as if in placation even as he smiled, "She's actually very nice. If you give her a chance, maybe be less grumpy, you could see that side of her, too."
Rolan feels his tail flick, recalling how she'd looked as they left the throne room. Despite himself, despite his aggravation, he'd stolen one last glimpse back at his Queen only to see her doing the same. Only she hadn't glanced away or even looked abashed to have been caught; her expression had remained firm as their eyes met and she'd held his gaze like a silent challenge she didn't dare turn away from. He tried not to care if her eyes had remained on him until he was out of sight. It shouldn't matter. It didn't matter.
"Do you ever tire from seeing the best in everyone?" Rolan huffed without any real bite.
"Hey, it's not everyone!" Cal protested with a smile that instantly eased some of the lingering tension, "Besides, one of us needs to be approachable."
It's a brief moment of lightheartedness that offers a welcome reprieve for now. As they reach the door to Rolan's study, a familiar whiff of something sickly sweet has the wizard's stomach twisting into a knot.
“Why don't you go take all that charm of yours and tell the Queen about Kanon." Rolan said, giving his brother a small and playful shove while his other hand clutched at the doorknob. "I'm sure she is perturbed about that tattered hem of her dress and will demand it be fixed."
Cal gave a half-hearted roll of his eyes even as he promised to see it done. Once Rolan was alone, he faced the door to his study and schooled his expression before slipping inside the room. He moves deliberately, keeping his nose from curling as that smell grows stronger and unmistakable the moment he enters and locks the door behind him. Cherries, musk, and sulfur.
Snapping his fingers sets the scented candles alight with a dim flickering glow before the stench of burning hellfire could settle any further into the room, the Dark King turns to find the source. He spots it immediately, a human-looking man dressed in finery sitting at his desk and staring at him with open amusement and anticipation.
"My, my, don't we seem restless." the man observed in his naturally lilting voice, a self-satisfied grin on his face, "Foregoing sleep in favor of pursuing other activities with your moon-blessed bride? I do hear many see that as an indication of a fruitful, prosperous marriage."
"Hardly. I've known no peace since I agreed to this marriage." the Dark King all but snapped with irritation and impatience, crossing his arms as he met the disguised cambion's brown eyes, "You insisted I wed her, Raphael. You suggested I declare her my co-ruler to strengthen my claim to rulership. Now she insists on interfering with that rulership."
"Oh? Are there storm clouds on the horizon of paradise?" the human-guised devil asked, making a small show of acting concerned despite the fiendish mirth still seeping from each word.
"We both know there's no need for me to paint you a picture." Rolan didn't bother to stop his sigh of exasperation, "Not unless Mizora's somehow slipped your leash."
Raphael let out a rumbling laugh, "Hardly. She remains under my claws and still keeps me apprised of the goings-on here well enough."
"Then why are you here?"
"Cutting to the point, I see. How dull, but you have always been a toiler." Raphael laments before leaning forward on the desk, "I've come to do what I've always done, dear boy. Offer my aid."
Rolan couldn't help the slight growl of frustration that escaped him when Raphael paused, waiting with a grin for the wizard to ask. It reminds him of their first meeting, how the elegantly dressed dark haired man approached with an air of casual authority, letting his words trail off until entreated to continue. As it did then, the theatrics grind against Rolan's nerves, though now the tiefling had since largely moved beyond his initial fear of the fiend.
"Aid with what?"
"With your divine Queen, of course. I hear she hasn't been coping well with being left to sit idle." Raphael continued, resting his elbows on the desk, completely disregarding the tomes and letters that were still waiting for a response. "Why not give her something to occupy her time? Let her feel like she still has some sway, even if it is under your guidance."
"Yes, because giving a spoiled brat orders would be so easy." Rolan rolled his eyes.
"You have no idea," Raphael muttered dully, "But if she seems so eager to leave her mark, then let her have a passion-project or two on which she may focus and congratulate herself. She will settle and grow comfortable remaining in this glittering cage upon feeling like the door is open."
"Absolutely not." the Dark King huffed, "I am not going to waste time and resources indulging her nor will I give her the chance to undermine anything actually meaningful. I can handle this myself."
A familiar sneer overtook the cambion's human face, "I'm aware you have a preferred way of dealing with troublesome royalty, but you'd do well to remember how far my advice and aid has brought you. Or do you not recall?"
The jab causes Rolan to hesitate. Perhaps Raphael's smug smile had been hiding the devil's own irritations. The tiefling makes himself brush it off and doesn't back down from the fiend's assessing gaze, "I said, I can handle it."
The stare-down is bitter between the two before Raphael pushed himself up from where he sat at the desk, poised even in the face of his own simmering indignation, as sparks began to flutter and whirl around him. "I see you're not planning to heed my advice at present, but you will. Until your better senses return, Dark King, I bid you farewell."
Then, with a snap of his fingers, the cambion is gone in a flare of scorching light. With the deal-making devil gone, Rolan deposits himself back over to his rightful place at his desk while the odor of singed air surges then fades from the room. As soon as the tiefling's back in his chair, he slumps to let his head rest against the plush upholstery and thrums his fingers against the desk.
If it's not one headache, it's another...
Despite Rolan's insistence, he could acknowledge Raphael had a point. Getting his Queen distracted would be helpful to keeping her out of his way, but she had already found her own distractions—or at least one distraction in the form of her nightly lessons with Leon—and it hadn't kept her out from underfoot. Evidently, distraction wouldn't be enough to get her to keep uninvolved where she wasn't wanted.
No, he would have to handle this himself and more directly—make it apparent what her role here was to be. Rolan glanced to his missive and report strewn desk, stilling the thumping of his claws against the wooden surface.Quickly straightening himself in his seat, he cleared a space and dug for an unmarked sheet of parchment. If she wants a meeting so badly, he will make certain it leaves an impression.
"A formal invitation to dinner?"
Were Tav less surprised by said invitation, she might have been amused at the way Shadowheart was scrutinizing the parchment with disbelief as if waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense.
Tav was not ashamed to admit she had not expected most of the day's events. She had not expected to stumble upon a gaggle of children in her chambers. She had not expected to end up chasing said children barefoot through the castle. She had not expected to learn her newly assigned lady-in-waiting had been tasked with spying on her.
Yet, somehow, this simple invitation from her husband to share a meal together was more unexpected than all of it.
"Perhaps he wants to ensure you and those little ones aren't plotting revenge." Wyll teased, earning a half-hearted swat from Tav and a sound of agreement from Lae'zel.
"It would be well within your rights to seek recompense for his insults." the githyanki sneered.
"I'm not certain they would be willing to cooperate with me. If anything, Wyll is the one he needs to be wary of." Tav sighed before looking at her human knight, "They warmed up to you the moment you complimented whoever threw that punch."
A pair of siblings had apparently fled to Astarion's chambers and thus were still there when Tav and her court had arrived. While the vampire spawn launched into a theatrical defense on how nobody could prove Mol or her gang were responsible for anything—something Mol herself seemed entertained by until she decided it was time for her and the Queen to talk—Wyll had moved to sit with the other four children. It wasn't long before they were peppering him with questions about his knighthood and begging to hold his rapier.
"It wasn't really a punch, more of a clawed hand swung towards my face." Wyll clarified with a chuckle, "But that reminds me, I promised to grab a practice sword and show them some basic swordplay before they left. If you don't need me for anything else..."
"Of course," Tav nodded, "Though I've time before dinner. Would you mind some company?"
"Not at all." he smiled, "I should have a practice sword in my room. It's a shorter walk than from here to the training yard."
"After having run across the castle, that would be much appreciated." Stepping aside with an embellished sweep of her hand down the corridor, Tav and the rest of her court followed Wyll towards where their rooms were.
It was nice to simply be in the company of friends as the human knight spoke about what he'd learned from his conversation with the children. He corroborated most of what Tav had learned from her own conversation with Mol, that the tiefling children had something of an open invitation to the Waldemar palace ever since the conclusion of the revolt, that many of them were orphans, that Alfira had been teaching them how to read and write while also offering lessons on music and dancing to any who were interested, that the bard had stopped coming and they'd been told it was because Alfira had to serve the new Queen, and how they'd snuck into the palace to get revenge for having Alfira taken from them.
After that, however, Wyll elaborated more on some of the other things he and the children had talked about. Tav nearly choked on air when he revealed one of the first questions was a hushed 'Where's that one's nose?' while a small clawed hand had pointed at Lae'zel—though the githyanki merely rolled her eyes at that information. The discussion did lead to another unexpected revelation...
"So Astarion is... what? A mentor figure?" Tav asked, not even trying to hide the incredulity from her tone.
"Something like that." Wyll shrugged as they reached his door, "I think he secretly has a soft spot for them-"
He had only just begun opening the door when he froze, words cutting off and his entire posture immediately growing tense. Tav barely has a moment to register her friend's abrupt shift and a vaguely familiar odor in the air before he is bursting into his own room.
"What are you doing here?" Wyll growls, voice steely even as he stops short upon seeing what—or rather who—is inside.
A horned and winged figure lounges atop his bed, mindlessly tracing her nails along a lute. Light from the window glinted off golden bindings interwoven with orange hair, contrasting against smooth ash hued skin.
"I wanted to make sure you got my gift. You kept me waiting so long, I had half a mind to just leave without giving it to you. Lucky for you, I'm so very patient.” Mizora purrs before slipping off the bed, all grins as her eyes seared into the knight until she noticed the others. "Ah, but I see you haven't come alone. Trying to make me jealous, pup?"
From behind her knight, who kept himself between the cambion and everyone else, Tav peered further into his room. Every surface and corner seems crowded with trinkets and treasures. A gold chalice, an ornate silver chest, a brazier elaborately etched and set with polished obsidian that rests atop a matching stand, and bloodstones piled as if trying to make use of every available space.
"Get out!" Wyll snapped, holding himself as if bracing for a battle even as he made room in the doorway.
When the fiend doesn't move to leave, Lae’zel stalks forward with a dangerous sneer, hand gripping the hilt of her own blade, "You were ordered to leave. You will do so, either by your own power or mine."
Beside her, Tav could feel Shadowheart getting ready to snatch for Lae'zel's mace.
"So protective. Though I can hardly blame you." Mizora hummed, her gaze passing over them all before dragging across Wyll, openly assessing him like a prized stallion and meeting his eyes with a smirk, "Until next time, pup. Ta-ta."
Then, while blowing the knight a kiss, she vanishes in a ripple of smoldering darkness. The tension does not vanish with her and there is a pregnant pause before Wyll stalks into his own room as he begins looking through the various gaudy objects cluttering the space.
"Sorry, just... Give me a moment to find my training sword..." he murmurs unhappily, as if internally warring between irritation and embarrassment, "She tends to move things around whenever she does this, so..."
Any small amount of discomfort that had eased from Tav since the fiend's departure instantly returned at the knight's words, "This has happened before? And more than once?!"
Despite her effort to keep the alarm from her voice, Tav suspects she wasn't very successful when her friend knocks over a small and overly decorated harp in his haste to face her again with a look of concern—as if /she/ were the one in need of comfort here—and the strings of the instrument began plucking out a melody by itself. Wyll seemed more frustrated than surprised at the interruption, setting aside the self-playing harp with perhaps a touch more force than necessary and causing the melody to peter out.
"So were you planning to tell us about the devil visiting you?" Shadowheart asked, crossing her arms.
"It's nothing for you to be concerned about." Wyll insists, but his sudden inability to look them in the eyes said otherwise.
"Nothing to be concerned about?!" Shadowheart exclaims, "You should have said something!"
"It wasn't worth bothering anyone else about it. My... inconveniences seemed like nothing compared to everything else."
Tav placed a hand on her lady-in-waiting's shoulder when she protested again. Raising their voices at each other wouldn't solve anything and the last thing she wanted was Wyll to feel ashamed—which he clearly already did.
Resuming his search for his practice sword, the human knight took a moment before continuing, "I am sorry I didn't say anything... But I really do have this under control. Please, try not to worry."
Finally finding the practice sword, Wyll gave his best reassuring smile, though it did little to actually ease any of them.
For the first time since she arrived at the Waldemar palace, Tav worried if she should have accepted when her friends volunteered to come with her.
"Still, can we talk about something else?" Wyll asked once the silence became too loud, "We still have to figure out how to help those kids."
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, Tav nodded and offered her friend a wane smile of her own, "Actually, I think I might have an idea..."
