#mysticrosed

[spiritsession]

I think Quil passes!!!

Squints at some of the unmarked options. "I have solutions to some of the unmarked problems here, but just know that you're still on thin ice with me, zombie boy."

A pause.

"I think you're edgy."

[spawnmade]

@mysticrosed sent That’s it. You can take a lot more, can't you? Hold on to me from rook!

It feels like they've been at this for a while. An hour? Maybe more? Time loses meaning when he's here with Rook like this. The man has brought him to orgasm over and over again.

First, with touch alone, then with his mouth, and then again with more touch, fingers inside of him, mouth on him - Rook does everything at his disposal to bring him to orgasm over and over again.

And now he's inside of him and Astarion is still trembling with his legs wrapped around Rook's waist. He doesn't mind the closeness but it's almost embarrassing when he knows he must look like a lewd mess.

Breathing comes out in quick gasping breaths and Rook tells him he can handle more and the sound he makes in response is embarrassing. "I-I can't. Rook. I can't take it." Despite his pleas, the word 'no' never falls from his lips and instead he obeys, wrapping his arms around the other's shoulders as he thrusts inside of him.

Over and over, at that fast and rough pace that is driving Astarion insane. The pleasure is overwhelming, so overwhelming that it hurts, the tears that prick in his eyes is inevitable.

It's so good. Despite his protests, he doesn't want it to stop, he just isn't sure how much more he can take.

Already he can feel the orgasm coming on again, leaving Astarion to dig nails into shoulders and cling to Rook as if his life depends on it.

He's made a mess of himself already, cum splattered all over his stomach and chest. He wants cum inside of him, that desire is what brings him to rock himself desperately against Rook as he arches his back.

He wants him to fill him up but he can't find the words to say, he can hardly find his voice. "I-I can't." It feels pathetic to say yet again and he worries that because he's said it three times now, Rook might think he wants it to stop. That is not the case.

"D-Don't stop."

[harpershigh-arch]

i feel like i belong here. from zevlor!!

@mysticrosed

Jaheira looked at Zevlor, a warm smile spreading across her lips. His words, simple yet profound, caught her off guard. He felt like he belonged here. It was what she had wanted for him, but hearing it now filled her with an unexpected sense of pride and relief. She had fought for this — for him, for all of them. But more than that, she realized, she had fought alongside him. Zevlor had become a part of her life in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Yet something else simmered just below her thoughts — an unspoken connection, feelings she hadn't fully acknowledged. They were there, lingering at the edges of her heart, brushing against it in fleeting moments like this. But she couldn’t afford to dwell on them now. She brushed them aside, focusing on the joy of seeing him find peace. But the weight of what she felt remained, somehow.

Stepping forward, Jaheira wrapped her arms around Zevlor, her embrace warm and genuine. For a moment, she held him tighter than she intended, her emotions almost betraying her. "I'm so happy for you, Zevlor," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. The words were honest, but the depth of what she meant went far beyond that. "Of all of us, you deserve this new beginning the most."

As she pulled back, she couldn’t help but linger, her gaze softening as she looked into his eyes. She hoped he understood, that he could see how much he meant to her — even if she didn’t quite have the courage to say it aloud.

[bloodyarn]

                                           𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 .

          @mysticrosed [Rolan]: rolan is here as advised by babsi. he's a good boy

      An excited series of tiny claps,      just as the tiefling arrived. Ah, how wonderful he made it in time   !   ( There was never a clear time or date, though. )  Not waiting for him to make his way deeper to camp by himself, the little lady insisted leading him on   —   small hand resting on his back, giving the tiniest gesture of a push.

     ❝ I was not expecting you to show up   !   Do not worry. I made enough room for you too. This way, please. ❞     Was Babette's tent big enough for a literal tea-party with more than three visitors   ?   No. They would all have to cuddle with each other at the end of the day.

  Which was very much fine with the hexblood   !

[ourwrittenstories]

"I will not ask for your heart, but know mine is already yours." from zevlor

"You need not ask for that which you already hold claim, my light," Wynter spoke softly with an adoring tone as her pale lavender-grey hands reached out to cup his crimson cheeks. She traced the ridges along his cheekbone with her thumbs, slowly memorizing every bump and dent like braille built into his hellish skin, before following the sharp lines of his face down to his pretty lips that she then traced slowly with the pads of her fingers. "Silly commander. As if it wasn't lost to me the moment I watched you fight for your people. So strong, so brave; a shining beacon of everything good that I never even knew existed until I met you."

[starcunin]

@mysticrosed sent: “i’m ten times funnier and sexier than you.” from quil!

A silver brow arches, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he leans casually against a tree, arms crossed. His crimson eyes flicker with amusement, tracing Quil with the kind of lazy, predatory interest one might reserve for a curious insect. ❛ Is that so? ❜ His voice is smooth, silken, the kind of drawl that suggests he's already several steps ahead in this conversation, thoroughly enjoying it. ❛ Well, darling, I must applaud your confidence. It’s always endearing when someone reaches for the stars, even when they clearly belong in the gutter. ❜

He pushes off the tree with feline grace, sauntering closer, his gaze never leaving Quil’s. ❛ You see, confidence is one thing, but I find that true charm——real allure——is something you can't quite measure. Not by numbers, certainly. ❜ He pauses, tapping a finger against his lips, feigning deep thought. Astarion steps back, hands raised in a gesture of mock surrender, that wicked glint in his eyes never fading. ❛ But please, don’t let my existence get in the way of your delusions. After all, someone needs to be second best. ❜

His smirk broadens, the hint of fangs visible. ❛ And I do so enjoy watching people try. ❜

[demonwebs-a]

PROMPTS FOR SPENDING THE NIGHT TOGETHER

↳ @mysticrosed : "there's no harm in cuddling." from rook!

oh , why had lolth forsaken him ? of course he'd be the one who got stuck sharing a tent with romeo , over here . the drow shifts slightly , pulling himself away onto the cold floor , only to find the other moving along with him , refusing to give him an ounce of personal space . his brow twitches with barely contained irritation , his forcefully closed lids threatening to pull open as he growls . ❝ - there will be if you don't stop moving . ❞ the drow warns him , their fussing and bickering while confined to that narrow mattress keeping everyone at camp awake at this point .

spindly fingers reach blindly in the dark , feeling its way down rook's arm to grab it , forcefully , and yank him forward , draping the obnoxious little creature over his back ; if he insists on this madnes , then he'll just have to serve as a blanket . ❝ now stop talking or i'll bite . ❞ he warns , closing his eyes and letting his muscles gradually relax so his consciousness could properly fade .

[unhingedbutpretty]

@mysticrosed for Rozoroc

Nyssala hauled the last crate into place, stacking it with practiced ease to create a makeshift stage on the side of the bustling road. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the scene as she rearranged the crates to ensure stability. She dusted off her hands, surveyed her work with a satisfied nod, and took a deep breath. “Perfect,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Now, let’s see if this roadside theater can pull in a crowd!”

She stepped up onto the stage and began her performance, hoping that people would be more willing to pay for a good laugh than for a music act.

"I never knew doppelgangers were experts at crashing parties, but those bastards managed to wreck an entire carnival back there!" Nyssala glanced around at the audience. Some people chuckled nervously while others shifted uncomfortably in their places. She could see a few wide-eyed stares, their reactions a mix of shock and amusement. The inability of the surfacers to laugh over a tragedy always shocked her.

Very well, then. Time to change her approach. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd. The audience was a mixed bag — mercenaries, traders, a few shady types whispering in a corner. And there, near her makeshift stage, was a half-orc with a hulking frame and a stoic expression that almost dared her to be funny.

Nyssala grinned, her mind already plotting. “You know, folks, I always thought the hardest part of life on the surface would be the sun. But then I met this guy!” She pointed right at the half-orc, who barely blinked. “You look like you’ve been gargling gravel and bench-pressing boulders since birth. Seriously, did you get lost on your way to the Coliseum?”

The crowd chuckled. Encouraged, she pressed on. “But don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’ve got a sensitive side. Maybe you write poetry when no one’s looking, huh? ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ll smash your face, and eat your stew.’”

The crowd roared with laughter. Nyssala winked at the half-orc, enjoying the moment. “You’re a good sport. Let’s be real though, with those muscles, you’d make one hell of a bard — just play the lute and let the strings weep in fear!”

Nyssala stepped confidently onto her makeshift stage, sidling up to the half-orc and draping an arm around what she could get of his shoulders, though he still towered over her even from atop the crates. “Tell me, friend! What’s your name?”