As a disabled person who's loved LEVERAGE and LEVERAGE REDEMPTION since the beginning - for the characters but also the whole ethos of performing acts that help people against crap systems, it's wonderful to be reminded that it springs from reality.
Title: sunk into a deliberate god's boon [3/?]
Relationships: astarion/wyll.
Source: baldur's gate 3.
Notes: M. 2400 word chapter. WIP. wyll-pov character study set at the goblin camp starring loviatar's blessing ritual with abdirak. featuring wyll's self-worth issues, his masochism, and act i astarion's seduction scheme. warning for astarion's past abuse, past mizora being creepy, wyll's insecurity, and depictions of violence.
Summary: "I must see this. Don't you dare say no." || Wyll agrees to Abdirak's ritual at Astarion's insistence, a choice that reveals more than Wyll intended to the man slowly seducing his way into Wyll's heart.
nsfw but like, parker beckoning eliot over to where she's sitting. her legs move to invite him between her knees. she touches his hips lightly and asks if he has time right now for her to fuck him. he nods yes, please, of course.
she guides him onto his knees and tells him to blow her.
he kisses her thighs over her tights, rubs his cheeks into them. nibbles on the sliver of skin exposed between waistband and shirt. he licks over her crotch and finds she doesn't have a dildo hidden there. clit sucking it is, he figures.
they work together to pull off her tights. eliot kisses where he had before. thighs to the crease of leg and pelvis and then to the top of her mons. he brings his hand up to a long-practiced position, with thumb and index spreading her lips. she stops him.
not like that, she grumbles. she rejects his next two attempts.
show me what you need, darlin', he asks before he can get frustrated, because there’s a cautious vulnerability in parkers expression that makes eliot really not want to mess this up.
her clever fingers hesitate for a moment. like you do for hardison. now her thumb and index curve to form a circle which she holds over her slit. with her left hand she grabs his hair and leads his so his mouth hovers three inches above her fingers. lick it.
eliot licks at the air, making parker moan like he touched her. he tries again for a similar result.
take my cock, eliot.
and he does. he suckles on the head and he licks up the vein and he teases her silly. he takes over holding her, fist securely fitted over the girth eliot thinks parker would take up: not too thick or long, and absolutely burning hot to the touch. she moans high and pitched the first time he swallows her down to the hilt, and she doesn't stop as he fucks her cock into his throat. his spit drools in rivers over her as he can't get any real suction to swallow any of it, but as his drool and her slick pool between her thighs she doesn't seem to mind.
she struggles to finish. whining and growing desperate in a way eliot knows she would feel uncomfortable with. so he hitches her legs over his shoulders and drags her back, ass hanging off the seat. he wets a finger on the come-spit on her skin and brings it down her seam to her ass. he rubs her hole and before he can pull away to ask for permission, parker orders him to go ahead and fuck her.
he squeezes into her and crooks his finger just so, like he would for hardison or himself. where she anticipates her prostate to be is a little off, but it works. she shudders and thrashes her orgasm, the scent of her overwhelming eliot in a burst of heady musk.
she takes good care of him, still shaking but moving them around to give him her calf to hump to find his own release. she pets his hair all the while, praising him for his obedience like the good boy he is.
this comic was brought to you by (1) my mom insisting we need to watch the 1989 tim burton batman and (2) me wondering why on god's green earth they got prince to do the music. and for the record i fucking love prince (and grew up listening to him), i just would not in a million years think to make that connection on my own. anyway please listen to Erotic City it's a good tune
Ten and Donna end up on a fucked up deadly space newlyweds show despite uh. Not being newlyweds but they get almost all the questions right. They start to sweat when the final question is "what's one secret desire you have involving the other?" And Donna writes "sometimes I wish I could occasionally shrink down the doctor real small so I could carry him around in my pocket and make sure he doesn't get lost' while Ten writes "sometimes I wish I was small enough that Donna could carry me around in like a cat backpack or maybe a shirt pocket" and they look at each other like AYYYYYY because not only are they deeply drift compatible they're also fuckin weird about it 💖