It has been a hot minute since I participated in this tag, but I decided to share a spicy snippet from my last response to @thecampjuicebox as we begin our new College AU RP. This intro was so much fun to write as it is a new dynamic that I am becoming quickly obsessed withโthat said, I'd really like to thank you, Shae, for tagging me! As well as to extend ny thanks to, @scoldingdarjeeling, @lucretiouswept, @ann-bg3-lol, @bladesingerlily, and @optimisticgrey for the WIP tags! I hope you guys are okay with an UNO-reverse, as I'd love to see anything new you guys are working on! โก
(Below the cut due to 18+ content and smut)
Had you told Eryn he'd be spending his first college year with Dax as his bunkmate, he would've shrugged it off with that infuriatingly casual grace he always wore like a second skin. He would've leaned against whatever wall was nearest, thumbs hooked into his belt loops, and told you with an idle smirk that he could handle anythingโespecially Dax. Their animosity had been a constant throughout high school, a slow sizzle and burn of clashing personalities that had somehow become background noise to their daily lives. It never bothered Eryn; in fact, at times he quite thrived off it, poking fun at the other and nitpicking at his intelligence in that condescending way that made most students either hate him or cozy up to him in order to partner up for help on their group projects. The banter between them was much like a well-choreographed dance, each knowing the other's steps before they were ever even taken.
Had you told Eryn he'd be balls deep in his bunkmate months later, chocolate strands of beaded and twined hair twisted between his fingers as he tugged Dax back against his chest in order to force the other to make eye contact through their shared mirror and witness exactly who was taking him, he would've laughed in your faceโdeep, genuine laughter that crinkled the corners of those impossiby rich, espresso dark eyes. "No fucking way," he would've said, shaking his head in disbelief. But here he was, pistoning his hips into what became his best frenemy doggy style, those eyes locking onto Dax's slack-jawed face with a grin that had mischief written all over it, eyes whiskey bright where the sun beamed through their open window.
"Look at you," he gushed, though his voice held a low rumble that vibrated through Dax's back with a pressure that felt akin to distant thunder on the horizon. "All that fight you had for me in high school, and now you're just taking it." He punctuated his words with a sharp snap of his hips, watching with satisfaction as Dax's knuckles turned white where he gripped the bedframe. "Bet you never imagined I'd ever be fucking you like this, did you?" His fingers tightened in Dax's hair, pulling just enough to make the other gasp. "Fff~uck... That's it, take it. Every time you tried to one-up me in class, every time you glared at me across the cafeteria... this is what it was always leading to, huh?"
โก Additional tags for all you lovelies: @cursed-nyxan, @wasteful-sam, @bhaal-battle-beer-bard, @bg3screenshotdump, @galedickarios, and @gortashsrighthand!
I painted this a year ago. Itโs still one of my favourite paintings Iโve done of Astarion, although I can see many things I can change now. Reference image taken from F R S on TikTok.
My PS still plays dumb with texts soo, guess what?
We're having text not on comics but in text agggaainnnn.
Q: Is it better to be guided by fear or by trust?
Astarion: A question to a former slave?
Am I not the perfect example of what can be achieved through fear?
Fear makes people bow their heads. Makes them obey.
You can achieve anything with fear.
Except for one thing.
It will never make someone stay when they finally have a choice.
I never beg for numbers on posts but can we keep this one going only so I can keep enjoying reactions like this. Like, can DU Drow Booty just become a staple in everyone's feeds until everyone is sick of it
Thank you thank you thank you for tagging me @scoldingdarjeeling & @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream!
Please enjoy a lil snippet of my latest reply to @onlytavs and I's "Songs Between Waves" RP because I am absolutely obsessed with this AU and the storyline we have going. And this scene was especially fun to write because Saki and Calla are just too cute.
Suggestive/NSFW content below the cut - You have been warned.
"Cannae believe ye let 'im mark ye like dat, Kiki! N' on yer first time meetin',"
A bubbly voice called out from the bedroom as Saki stood in front of her bathroom mirror, dabbing pale concealer under her tired eyes. The mark in question still bloomed in various shades of purples on the side of her neck, ringed by a sickly shade of yellow that indicated slow healing, all exposed by the leather halter top that just barely held everything in. A silver chain hung low between her breasts, the dagger pendant with a dripping ruby glimmering in the dim bathroom fluorescents. She straightened and smoothed down the short black skirt that hung around her hips, taking a moment to admire her visage while she adjusted the black sock hugging her pale thigh. "How scandalous.." the voice chimed again, this time growing nearer until the bright-eyed, blue-haired girl it belonged to manifested into view in the large mirror. Jade green met ocean teal in the reflection for a beat, Saki's thin eyebrow raising tauntingly, and both girls burst into sudden, bright laughter. "Yeah well.. Fuck, Calla.. I'd have let him do way more than that had I not been on the clock." Saki let out a dreamy sigh and leaned forward on her elbows, lazily painting her usual dark berry lip stain over the sharpened edges of her cupid's bow.
She was telling the whole truth. Had her apron not been tied around her waist and her paycheck dependent on how often she was in view of the cafe's camera's, she'd have let Mad do just about anything he wanted in that alleyway. They shared a cigarette and a moment of much-needed quiet, but in her mind, they also shared a connection that was almost frightening to acknowledge. A spark that could easily set the city ablaze if they let it burn long enough. The blue-haired girl sauntered closer, the click of her heels echoing on the tile floor until she stopped just behind Saki, playfully grabbing hold of her hips to press her chest to her back. "Aye, m'sure ye would've. Ye fokkin' slag," the words fell in broken bursts as Callashi rutted hard and fast against Saki's rump, sending her colliding with the countertop, various makeup products clattering into the sink below as her hands found purchase on either side. "Oh- Mad! Fok, Mad! Yer so fokkin deep, Mad!" She moaned out into the air in a tone akin to the dramatic porn stars she'd spent many dark nights watching beneath blankets, loud enough to earn a frustrated pound against the floor from the downstairs neighbors. "Says the fuckin' stripper!" Callashi gasped in false offense, the grip on Saki's hip tightening beneath one hand while the other reached for a handful of onyx locks right at the scalp, forcing their eyes to meet in the mirror again as an absolutely devilish smirk crossed her sun-kissed features. "'Least there's a noo touchin' policeh where I show m'bits, yer givin' em out fer free in alleyways!" Her voice erupted through fits of laughter, both girls thrusting into one another until they were breathless from the giggles and near collapsing on the bathroom floor.
Saki spun in Callashi's hold and wrapped her arms tight around her thin midsection, drawing her in close for an uncharacteristically tender hug, face tucked against her sweet vanilla scented collar bone. "Calla.. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to navigate this," Saki admitted quietly against her skin. The moment turned much more serious than she'd anticipated, but Callashi reacted with a firm squeeze to keep Saki's tremors under control. "Wot, feelin' somethin' fer a lad? Aye.." Callashi's hand met the back of Saki's head again to smooth down the strands of hair she'd messed earlier, her plush lips pressing a gentle kiss to the high point of Saki's cheek. "Ye loved Jax once, so ye knoo how t'open that heart'a yers," Her index finger pressed firm into the center of Saki's chest, right overtop of the bat tattoo that spanned from collar bone to collar bone, "I think ye still got et in ye. Jus' 'ave t' find et again. Men 'r easy once ye learn em, n'd ye've got a face pret'y 'nuff ta make th' strongest o'em keel over." With a nod, Saki lifted her head just enough to catch a glimmer of teal behind thick, spidery lashes, Callashi's smile always managing to ease her nerves. "N' hey, if ye don' werk oot, 'least ye got sushi outta et."
If it doesn't work out.
Those words stung in the deepest pit of Saki's stomach. What if it didn't work out? What if Mad was just another fling, another temporary fixture in her ever revolving door. She'd fucked and forgotten plenty of men, random passerby that bought her a drink at the Gin Mill and promised her a night she wouldn't forget. Nothing compared to the gravitational pull she felt in Mad's presence, that planetary shift when his arm wrapped around her shoulders to draw her into his warmth, the smell of his leather jacket that still clung to her skin no matter how many showers she'd taken since she last wore it. He enticed her in ways most men couldn't even begin to fathom, and yet.. She'd only learned his name a few days ago. Only shared a cigarette and a plan to grab sushi. Perhaps that was the scariest part of all - She was already smitten and she didn't even know if he was a good kisser.
Callashi reached into the sink to fish a thin tube of sparkly lip gloss from the pile of products swept haphazardly into the space, lips puckered as she pressed the doe foot first to her bottom lip, sweeping it slow and deliberate around to her cupid's bow and back around the other side. "You're a fuckin' vixen, Calla. No wonder guys have no problem emptying their bank accounts for you," Saki hummed in pure amusement, leaning against the doorframe to admire her friend's reflection in the mirror. Callashi was pure sun-kissed sin, freckles dusting vast expanses of flesh in cinnamon speckles that disappeared into the scant amount of clothes hugging her frame. She was only slightly taller than Saki, mostly due to the Pleasers she paraded around in when she had to prepare for long shifts, deciding it best to numb her toes before she punched the clock to make the night less agonizing. No amount of cash could make the blisters more bearable. Still, she readied herself just like she did every other night, combing her short blue locks into place while she adjusted the nipple pasties in the shape of seashells that hid beneath the shimmery bikini top strapped in various places to her upper half. "Adven knoos 'ow t' pick em, I s'pose.. What'er makes meh th' most dough, be et ass 'er titties," she grumbled in a mocking tone.
In the other room, notification after notification lit up on Saki's phone - Texts from Jax asking where the fuck she was, texts from Mercy whining about being rejected by every guy she threw herself at in the Gin Mill right after doors opened, and a text from Mad, a cheeky little quip just like the multiple others he'd graced her with since they exchanged numbers. As she approached and knelt on her bed to fish the phone from her sheets, she scrolled through each chat bubble, first flicking away Mercy's message, then quickly sending an "on the way" to Jax. After a slow breath, she stopped on Mad's message and lingered there for a moment. The message seemed to stare back at her, taunting her, her thumb moving toward the camera button before she could convince herself otherwise. Pressing her free palm to the edge of the bed, she arched inward and held the phone up to the mirror leaned against her bedroom wall, snapping a photo and hitting send with reckless abandon. Sitting up again, she stared down at the screen with a quirked brow and began to type.
Big Boi 8:45pm - I'll gladly take care of that attitude if you keep it up.
Saki 8:52pm - photo
Saki 8:52pm - Promise?
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The doors swung open, warm nighttime air rushing in, followed by the scent of tart cherry and warm, sugary vanilla. In the doorway of the dingy bar, Callashi and Saki stood hip to hip, two contrasting visions of pure sex appeal connected by a friendship far longer and stronger than anyone could have anticipated just by looking at the pair. An angel and a devil, just missing the wings and horns. Eyes drifted in their direction one by one - Men and women alike, all gawking or scoffing at the pair as they raked their own gazes over the packed lounge to find a place to squeeze in, a path to follow, familiar faces to lock onto in case a stranger inevitably decided to approach them before they'd even gotten a shot in their system. Callashi moved first, pulling Saki inside with an excited giggle as she spotted the bar and the various new-looking bottles of liquor lining the wall behind Kaelis. "Could use a strong drink fer th'night, n'd ye too, looks like th' big guy stocked up fer us. How sweet," she purred, yanking Saki further into the space in order to direct them both toward the tall man serving drinks strong enough to make them forget their own names. They both took a seat at the far end of the bar, their short frames propped up on stools while they appraised the selection of liquor. Callashi ordered first - An espresso martini, a drink she'd long ago convinced herself was more effective than any energy drink her fellow dancers chugged before work. Saki kept it simple, a vodka soda with 3 cherries.
Kaelis delivered their drinks speedily and Callashi tossed a $100 onto the counter to cover the night's tab, a playful wink shot his way as he scooped up the bill with an unamused expression and tucked it away. "What a fokkin delight he is," she muttered over the rim of her martini, leaning onto the edge of the bar to turn her seat just enough to look out over the growing crowd of people. Music swelled louder and louder, accomodating the growing chatter that seemed to thicken the air around them. Saki sipped at her drink slow and let her eyes scan the room carefully, first settling on Jax and Sion in the corner, then toward the opposite side of the bar where a familiar frame stopped her instantly. Mad. "Calla.." She muttered soft, giving her friend's arm a quick yank. "Wha? Ye'll pull m'arm clean off if ye keep tha' u-" Before she could finish, Saki motioned toward Mad nonchalantly. "Fok, Kiki, that 'im?" Saki simply nodded and grinned, taking another slow sip of her drink, capturing one of the cherries by the stem with her teeth. "Ye gonna go claim 'is lap er wait fer 'im t' come 'ere n' pull ye off that stool?"
Saki glanced in his direction over the rim of her glass then back toward Callashi, wordlessly placing the glass down on the counter and crossing one leg over the other. She leaned in to check her reflection on a nearby bottle and pressed a finger to her lips to smooth the edges of her lipstick, taking the moment to preen over her own reflection. Saki was a pro at playing hard to get, and even though Mad already had her in every conceivable way whether he knew it or not, his own jacket slung over her thin frame in that very moment, she still couldn't help but play the game. She fantasized about seeing him in public, what he might do when he noticed her in proximity. Would he pull her into the nearest dark corner and finally claim her lips to taste the lingering vodka and cherry on her tongue? Would he yank her outside and press her into the brick to finish what he started in the alleyway? Maybe even drag her out to his Jeep and make rags of the cute outfit she'd worn just in case she ran into him tonight. No matter what she did, she couldn't keep her eyes off of him for too long, entirely too enticed by his looming presence. That dominant aura he seemed to ooze no matter where he went or what he did. It made her core ache. It made her thighs squeeze together to dull the thrumming heartbeat she could feel pulsing beneath the thin black lace of her underwear. She wanted nothing more than for him to notice, but she'd be damned if she gave in and approached him herself. Callashi picked up on Saki's message immediately and let out a sweet giggle, indulging in another slow sip of her own drink with a nod to follow, the small of her back pressed against the edge of the bar so she could stare out at the lounge while keeping Mad in her peripheral. If she was anything, she was a perfect wing woman, hell, maybe even a pro at this point, her own dating life near nonexistent due to her employment. Adven made sure of that.
With an amused grin and the tip of her tongue tracing the edge of her glass, she gave Mad a single glance, then returned to the crowd once more.
"'Nuff said, Kiki."
Tagging @onlytavs because I just love everything she shares ๐ค
Thank you so much for the tag @wasteful-sam!!! You can catch their post here!
Turning Jax into a lil bitey boy awakened something within me that I fear may need to be explored..
Sion belongs to the wonderful @onlytavs ๐ค (Whom I did not tell I was doing this, so surpriiiiiise!)
Tagging: @onlytavs (duh), @bhaal-battle-beer-bard, @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream, @spillingteanotpermitted, @cursed-nyxan, and @scoldingdarjeeling (so sorry if any of you have already done this asdkfjhvgbaewr)
