#2300 follower celebration
Note
For drabbles maybe prompt 14 with Enzo’s nose? 🤭 love all you do, hope you have a wonderful day
꒰ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱
ೀ amira speaks! : you are so sweet nonnie, thank you, glad you like my works! 🥺 this is the first request I ever take of him,, so I hope you enjoy your reading! 💕
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above.♡
˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 437.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : drabble, fluff, established relationship.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Enzo Vogrincic x (fem!)Reader
˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompt used : 14. tracing [character]’s features while they sleep, and vice versa.
→ click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to March 1st.
Physical touch was something Enzo always craved for in your relationship — it was a love language already established in your relationship.
There was something in the way the tip of your fingers traced his skin delicately that helped him feel soothed by your warmth. With all the premieres, interviews, events, and other things related to his acting career, he was just tired. And sometimes, he didn’t have as much time to spend with you like he used to have — but, something Enzo often appreciated, was feeling your touch whenever he was just too exhausted.
You sat on the couch of your living room, as he laid on it and his head weighed on your lap; enjoying the comforting silence that loomed over the space. For you, it felt quite comfortable to have him that way, being allowed to trace his features as much as you pleased while Enzo tried to rest after a long, tiring day. The only thing he could possibly wish for at the moment, was to be taken care of by you.
The tip of your finger wandered mindlessly over his features, occasionally tracing small shapes on his skin. Your stare was fixed down on him, admiring every bit of his face as he calmly rested with his head on top of your lap. Enzo wasn’t asleep per se; his eyes might have been closed, yes — but merely because of the heaviness he felt on them from exhaustion. He was quite conscious of the way you took care of him. The feeling was soothing enough to help him fall asleep almost immediatly.
Softly, you moved your finger towards his nose. Your digit traced the outline of his nose, moving slowly as to appreciate the feeling of his skin against your own. The tracing movement you made was calm and leisure, allowing your index finger to explore his nose and pamper him in a sweet way. You knew he liked the way in which you took the time to caress every inch of his skin and his beauteous features, and you would do it whenever it was needed, or he asked you to do so.
A discreet, tired grin appeared at the corner of his lips, as you continued to move the tip of your index finger through his nose. You noticed it immediatly, smiling to yourself proudly. He felt as satisfied and content as you felt whenever you managed to explore his face with your fingers. His life by your side was quite fulfilled even with tender little moments such as these — and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
#enzo vogrincic x reader#enzo vogrincic fluff#enzo vogrincic fic#enzo vogrincic drabble#enzo vogrincic one shot#enzo vogrincic y tu#lsdln#amira’s 2300 followers celebration#drabbles are open
562 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Safe Respite
Summary: You take Astarion on a private evening date to a bath house inside of Baldurs Gate.
Pairing: Astarion x Afab Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut, minor angst, bathing,
Word Count: 2300 approx.
Rating: 18+ - If you are under 18 please do not read.
The day had been difficult and dangerous, multiple citizens abruptly transforming into mindflayers and the Absolute cultists posing a threat everywhere they go, not to mention attempts to infiltrate Baldur’s Gate for leads to destroy the Elder Brain. By the time sunset came, you and your companions were all accounted for back at camp, and decided to start the night with a celebration of the victories earned thus far.
“I think we all deserve a little fun after today’s tiresome events, there’s a tavern close by I used to visit from time to time. They make the best honeyed mead in the Gate.” Wyll promptly suggests.
“Aye, I second that suggestion.” Agreed Halsin, already nearly finishing a bottle of wine.
“Are you coming?” Shadowheart nudges, hoping you would join.
“Although that does sound fun, I actually have something else for the two of us planned for the evening,” You reply, now looking at Astarion, “Unless you’d prefer the tavern of course?”
“A private rendezvous planned by my lover? How could I ever say no.” Astarion gushed coyly.
The group collectively threw you several looks that implied “Have fun,” and with that, you took Astarion’s hand and walked up towards the bustling streets of the city.
* * * * * * * * * *
You make your way to the local bath house, one you had seen earlier in the week and decided to pay a visit to soon. The same clerk is working who recognises you from your interaction just hours before.
“Everything you had requested has been organised, I hope the room is to your liking.” They smile, and lead you around the corner to a private room.
The scent of the lavender oil bath embraces your noses as you walk into the room. It is dimly lit, containing multiple candles surrounding a circular wooden tub in the centre, filled with freshly drawn warm water. Leafy vines have grown to obscure the windows and further around the roof and sides of the room, some of the smaller fronds hanging down with flowering buds beginning to grow. Your specific request of wine and fruits was dutifully fulfilled, as they sit on a small table placed next to the tub for easy reaching.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Astarion says.
“I wanted some space just for us, someplace where we could take it easy for the night.” You reply.
“Well, how thoughtful of you, my dear.”
You take Astarion’s hand, and lead him into the room, and begin the remove your clothes and then his. He seems pleasantly surprised by your offer to remove his clothes for him, but lets you do so anyway. He helps you into the tub first, supporting you as you take your first step into the water, and he follows a second after. You’re sat next to him, getting used to the warmth of the water for a few moments. You then begin to pour two goblets of wine when you feel his eyes watching you.
“Come here, my sweet.” Astarion invites, as his hands find your hips and pull you towards the front of him, so you are placed on his lap, your inner thighs caressing the outsides of his.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to seduce me with all of this.” he teases.
“There’s actually something I’d like to do first, if that’s alright.” You poke back.
“Is it alright if I touch you?” You ask, eyes searching his for consent.
“Darling,” he coos, “I thought you’d never ask.”
You lean into Astarion closely, chests warmly pressed together, feeling his nose gently scrape the side of your neck, your arm outstretched to grab the cloth on the small table behind him, and dip it in the warm water of the tub. Once it is soaked through, you gently wipe it across his collarbones, swiping away any grime and blood brought on by the earlier events of the day. You tenderly move down his body, cleansing his chest and stomach, then proceeding to his arms and hands.
Astarion stares at you with a small, soft smile across his lips, watching you clean him, take care of him. His eyes softly caress your face, carefully taking in the moment of peace and safety, something that he wasn’t familiar with, but had longingly ached for.
Resting the cloth on the side of the tub, you check in with him again.
“How does this feel, my love?” you ask Astarion.
He initially smiles at you, but then his face becomes serious, it takes but a second for him to search his memories for a time where he was able to feel this kind of security.
“I can’t remember a time where I felt this kind of….intimacy. Its nice.” He answers honestly.
“Close your eyes, alright?” You ask.
You pick up the cloth again, gently swiping across his face, removing the last of the dirt and blood. Astarion’s eyes are softly closed, he basks in the moment as he can feel his skin being cleaned. He tenses in the beginning, his forehead creasing ever so slightly, he’s not used to this kind of gentle touch, but after a minute or so his breathing slows and deepens, relaxing into your touch as the safety of you embraces him fully.
Once his face has been cleansed, you place a small and delicate kiss on his cheek. Astarion turns his face towards you until his lips graze yours, staying in this moment for just a minute more. His hand caresses the back of your neck, prompting you to stay there. He kisses you slowly and deeply, and for those few seconds, everything else in the world fades away.
Your head spins lightly when you eventually pull away, cheeks warm and rosy, it seems Astarion feels the same way too. He rests his forehead against yours and places his hands on the small of your back.
It’s a peaceful and pure moment between the two of you, simply enjoying the quiet company of each other, a brief respite. The only sounds are your soft breaths and faint music from a tavern playing off in the distance.
“Allow me,” he gently takes the cloth and douses it in the tub, and returns your actions of cleaning him down. Astarion is careful to brush over the healing marks on your neck from his fangs the night before. He leans in and gingerly kisses the area of your neck where he last tasted you.
Your breath hitches as his teeth gently graze the sensitive area on your neck. Taking advantage of your small moment of bliss, Astarion begins to swipe the cloth across your chest and breasts, cradling them in his hands as he continues to clean you.
“This was supposed to be a night for me to take care of you, not the other way around,” you breathily confess.
“Seems like you enjoy being taken care of this way too, don’t you think, darling?” he smugly asks.
You push away his hands and place them back on your waist as you begin to trail small kisses from his shoulder up to his neck, gently massaging his chest while you do so.
Astarion lets out a small moan into your ear, quiet enough you barely hear it. Your planned priority was his sole pleasure and security, allowing him to feel safety and love as he deserves.
You pause for a moment and begin to work your way to the other side, giving equal attention to the other side of his neck. He firmly places his hands around your lower back, giving into his growing enjoyment.
“Love, although I’m loving this attention from you, we can take care of each other, you know. This doesn’t have to be about just me.” He takes your chin softly so you’re looking directly at him, and pulls you into another deep kiss. You can feel his smirk as you give into him, allowing him to kiss you more passionately than before, as his arms caress around your back, one hand nestled in your hair. He gently tugs at your scalp, pulling you out of the kiss for just a moment.
“I love you.” He whispers delicately, his pupils blown and cheeks lightly flushed.
“And I love you.” You return. He pulls you into a passionate kiss again, growing hungrier the more time passes by. You can begin to feel him grow between your thighs, so you take one hand and caress him ever so gently, encouraging him further.
Astarion lets out another small moan, more audible this time, and places his hands on your breasts again, gently swiping each nipple with this thumbs, making you moan in return. His expert fingers graze you ever so softly, then applies a gentle pressure, causing you grow aroused along with him.
His hands slither down your stomach and around your waist, firmly squeezing your behind before one hand comes back around the front to touch you more intimately. He drags his thumb slowly up your slit, even underwater he can feel your wetness starting to grow. He swipes up again, causing you to moan into the kiss, he reciprocates the moan as you rub your thumb across the top of his hardening member. You stroke him more firmly now, as he does unto you, eliciting filthy sounds from one another.
“I want more,” You breathily request.
“Only if you say ‘please’, my love.” He cheekily demands.
“Please,” You urge him. Satisfied with your instant compliance, Astarion gently pushes one finger inside of you, and begins to rhythmically pump his hand, while the other holds your waist still. You both spend several minutes like this, exploring each other’s body, teasing one another while yours and his lips remain deliciously connected.
Astarion reaches under your thighs, lifting you slightly out of water and gently onto your knees. Your cunt grazes his tip lightly, you balance yourself with your arms placed across his shoulders, crossing them over behind his neck.
“Are you sure want this, love?” Astarion asks, his lips barely leaving yours.
“Of course, baby.” You reply, your mouth leaves his for just a second.
As you slowly sink down onto him, both expelling a series of lustful sounds, you take a moment to adjust to his size. Astarion’s arms curl around your body, holding you as close to him as possible, his kisses grow more intense as he starts to tenderly thrust up into you. Wanting to reciprocate the movement, you lightly bounce on him, causing the tub water to steadily ripple.
You quickly become lost in one another, feeling nothing else but pure pleasure, love filling you both to the brim. He fits you so exquisitely, and he knows it, delicately and lovingly ruining you, over and over again.
The water begins to splash slightly over the edge of the tub the more you both continue, although neither of you notice, as the two of you are entangled with one another, as one connected entity.
The warm tingle in your stomach climbs higher, and your head swings back in reaction. Astarion takes advantage of the exposed flesh of your neck and kisses it, periodically sucking the skin leaving you sure there will be love marks come morning.
“Feed on me, please, I want you to bite me.” You beg, one hand entangled in his hair while the other grips his bicep.
“Are you sure, darling? It’ll hurt for just a second.” Astarion’s lips barely leave your neck as he speaks.
“Mhmm,” Pulling your hair to the side to expose more of your neck to him, granting him full access. Astarion needs no further encouragement, as he sinks his teeth into you, penetrating you for the second time.
It stings deliciously, the opposing mixture of the cold numbness shooting through your body, combining itself with the warmth of the fire between your thighs, you are overwhelmed by the simultaneous different sensations, causing your head to feel dizzy and your body to constrict.
Astarion removes his fangs and presses his forehead into your neck, no longer able to focus on drinking your blood and instead chasing his climax. His stifled moans exhilarate you, and you bounce a little harder, and a little faster, gripping his shoulders as you do so, feeling yourself about to come undone onto him.
His thrusts become sharp and jagged as he reaches his end, his hands gripping your waist so tight they’re bound to leave small round bruises where his fingertips applied so much pressure. The desperate noises Astarion makes are so sweet to yours ears, and are alone enough to bring you to the edge. You come undone around him, squeezing him tight as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. The sensation of you reaching climax around him sends shockwaves through his body a second time, rendering him utterly speechless, his brain only knowing the feeling of pleasure for that brief moment.
It takes a minute for you both to recover, the both of you have your arms coiled around the other. Astarion leans his head back as you rest yours on his shoulder, both you unevenly puffing, trying to catch your breath. He softly grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you into a small kiss. After a moment, you pull away slightly, caressing his face and staring into his eyes. Astarion smiles back at you, he looks both relaxed and beautifully disheveled.
“My sweet, did you reserve this room just for the hour?” Astarion questions.
“No, I paid for the night.” You answer, breathing still uneven.
“Good,” He says softly, “Because I’m not quite finished with you yet, my love.”
#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x tav#astarion x female reader#astarion smut#astarion x fluff
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
SOFT PROMPTS ok ok...how about "you're shivering. here, take my jacket" with Mary x Reader ORRrrrr Secondo x Reader?? I can't decide
beloved anon. you were so right about this 💖✨
Winter Chill - Mary Goore x Reader
no warnings, relatively fluffy, kinda soft Mary, he/they Mary, first kiss, 2300 words
-x-
“He’s a dick,” a familiar voice states behind you. It’s followed by the tell-tale sound of spit hitting the pavement.
You’re not exactly surprised to find the silhouette of Mary Goore appearing like a ghostly apparition in the dim light of the porch. It was in their nature to just show up like that—especially when there was something to be said about your ex—but you were surprised by the lack of singsong taunting in their tone. Mary didn’t usually hold back when it came to voicing their distaste for him.
It’s obvious from their presence that they’d seen the confrontation inside—a fact that makes you feel slightly embarrassed as he shuffles around in the dark. The rotting wood of the aptly named Chaos House creaks under his boots, the thick soles landing with a thunk! thunk! thunk! as he stomps down a few steps and drops next to you. They shoot you a crooked, toothy smile and gently nudge you with an elbow. “But you knew that already.”
“You’re a little late for an ‘I told you so,’ Goore,” you warn with a sigh. The breakup between you and that asshole was well beyond old news. There was next to no way Mary hadn’t heard and probably celebrated by now. Gossip travels fast in small towns, even faster in small social circles like yours.
“Aw c’mon,” he groans, arching his back to stretch his long legs like a cat. He pats down the pockets of his tight jeans and produces a pack of smokes and an old lighter. With a cigarette tucked between his teeth, he draws his knees back up before turning to you. “I’m not here for that.”
“Why are you here, Mary?” you ask softly.
Inside, the party swells with sound. A cluster of people all shouting to be heard while a metal band starts their set in the basement. It’s a mix of rumbling bass and the crack of drums with the occasional scream. The noise is just as normal as the hint of stale beer and body odor that permeates the old house. It’s as natural as the stains and cigarette burns on the weirdly orange tinted carpet that covers the stairs. Neither of you bat an eye as cymbals crash under your feet.
Mary flicks the lighter over their thigh, sparking it to life and drawing the flame toward their lips. They breathe deep, inhaling the toxic burn before leaning back on their elbows and letting out a puff of smoke. “To offer you a ride home.”
Your eyebrows knit together as you turn to the metalhead sprawled on the porch next to you. Pale, bony knees jut out from the holes in his jeans. The trademark leather jacket covered in bright patches and studs hangs loose around his skinny frame as he reclines against the steps. Underneath their battle jacket the faded, well-loved t-shirt older than either of you is barely held together by more than a few threads. A shock of dark hair styled haphazardly hangs over those pretty green eyes that hadn’t moved from your face since he sat down.
It was a well-known fact that Mary couldn’t be trusted to operate a vehicle. Every time they’d tried had ended in varying degrees of disaster—one of which included a cliff.
“You can’t drive,” you remind him through a laugh.
“No, but I got you to smile.” He sounds triumphant, proud almost. “You got a good one, you know?”
“What?”
“Your smile. It’s…I dunno.” He shrugs and waves his hand through the air. “It’s…nice.”
“Goore,” you level. “Are you drunk?”
They shake their head and take a long drag. The orange glow of the embers hits just right, illuminating the places on his face painted white. The shadows are darker, the blurry edges of makeup smeared into the hollow of his cheeks look more intense in the dark like this. It’s a look you’ve appreciated once or twice before at other house parties or in the dim light of the local dive bar while you pretend not to notice how they only charge you for every other drink they slide your way.
Your heart skips as he grins up at you, dried fake blood cracking on his face.
“I’m sober as a judge, sweetheart,” they tell you as they sit up, a well-practiced smirk playing on their lips.
There’s a tightness in your chest again, a feeling so familiar around Mary. While this thing between you started a long time ago, you never took it too seriously. After all, you couldn’t take Mary seriously half the time. So, the teasing and light flirting never really meant anything and that was how the two of you had operated for as long as you could remember. It never went further than that because neither of you ever seemed to be single at the same time.
But that didn’t mean you hadn’t found yourself a little curious from time to time.
The rumor mill spun both ways when it came to Mary Goore. Some days the story was they were some delinquent hellbent on burning the entire town to the ground. Other days there were tales of kindness that extended as far as feeding the feral street cats that lived in the alley behind their apartment. He was a loyal friend to the point of violence on more than one occasion, but everyone who dated them considered them a caring partner despite their apparent fear of commitment.
In your estimation, Mary was no different than anyone else—not all good or all bad, just another human trying to get by. When it came down to it, you’d rather have Mary in your corner than not. The fact that they were out here with you now, well, that just meant they already were.
“As a judge, huh?” you ask and lean forward to pluck the burning cigarette from his fingers. His eyes follow your movements as you set the filter between your lips and take an easy drag before offering the thing right back to him.
“Careful darlin’,” he warns, fingers brushing yours as he accepts. “These things are worse for you than I am.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
They raise an eyebrow, half-expecting you to follow up with a “just kidding” or a “not like that.” When you don’t their composure slips, and they struggle to hide a look of surprise mixed with a little bit of excitement. It’s fleeting, but it’s there, soft as the stubble poking through his makeup.
Those green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, watching as you stand and stretch your arms over your head. The wind picks up, carrying the undercurrent of much colder weather slowly moving in. It should be snowing by now, but the air is just a mist of wet fog soaking into everything without the beauty or smell of rain. The lawn is soft under your feet, little more than an oversaturated lump of clover and weeds that fails to connect the muddy patches from one end of the yard to the other. It’s all still as green as Mary’s eyes somehow, still thriving and you’re standing outside in a t-shirt next to Mary Goore in December.
The end of the cigarette whips past you and lands in a shower of orange sparks near the driveway. Mary leans up, the last little bit of smoke curling from their lips as the hole in the left knee of their jeans rips loudly.
“Aw, fuck,” Mary whines helplessly, leg now exposed halfway to the calf.
“C’mon,” you offer with a soft smile and hold your hand out to a guy who might or might not be trouble.
“Where are we going?” they ask, wiping their hands on their jeans as they stand.
“No idea,” you admit with a shrug. “Somewhere else.”
“Alright then,” Mary agrees with a grin and takes your hand.
You make it to the end of the block before you realize neither of you have let go. Their hand is warm and much larger than yours, their palm an odd mix of soft in places and calloused in others. For every step he takes, you take two to keep up though there’s no real destination in sight. Maybe you should have thought it through a little better, but being around Mary always made your brain a little fuzzy. And maybe that was why you’d avoided situations like this before—because the fear of something was too great. The risk of Mary was like jumping into a body of water completely blind. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Thrilling. Incredible.
The two of you walk east toward the river, passing patrons on the main drag crawling from one bar to another. A few toss looks your way, judgements whispered under their breath as they hurry by. If Mary notices, they hide it well. Their shoulders never seem to sag with the weight of what everyone else thinks you and him should be.
At the crosswalk you wait to pass and he rather impressively digs out another cigarette, lighting it one-handed. You’re unsure of how many cars pass under the stoplight or how many times the two of you miss your chance to cross, but you’re acutely aware of the way Mary looks wrapped in a haze of smoke and the city lights.
It’s not bad.
“Do I have something on my face?” they ask with an eyebrow raised, using the hand holding yours to pull you closer.
“Yeah, actually,” you respond playfully.
He frowns and pretends to swipe at his face. “Better?”
“Eh, your face is still there,” you tease with a shrug.
He tugs you even closer. “Don’t act like you don’t like my face, sweetheart.”
“It’s ok. I guess.”
“Just ok?”
It’s a question you barely hear. It’s not the rush of traffic or the random people walking past, but your heart hammering away in your ears that nearly deafens you. Warmth radiates off Mary like he’s the fucking sun. You know because he’s so close, close enough that you catch a hint of cologne under the nicotine and leather. And god those eyes, with them fixed on you like this you spot the soft flecks of gold they hide from everyone else.
You nod carefully. “It’s a good face. Ten out of ten. Would look again.”
He breaks first, averting his eyes as he struggles not to laugh. “I guess I better stick around so you can keep looking.”
“I appreciate the effort, Goore.”
“Anything for you, darlin’.”
You shake your head and let the moment fade as you pull them across the street.
Mary leads now, their other hand placed carefully at your hip as they guide you down the wet stairs. It’s dead quiet by the water. There’s never much of a crowd on the riverfront but this time of night it’s completely deserted. Traffic roars across the bridge overhead, a stream of bright red brake lights stretching across the river. You feel like you’re in another world entirely, tucked against Mary Goore of all people. You stand still, watching the gentle current roll over the rocky shore and pretend not to notice the way he moves closer and closer.
Winter arrives and surrounds the two of you within seconds as the wind picks up again. A blast of frigid, arctic air that smells like snow bites at the exposed skin of your arms. It’s cliche but as tears sting your eyes, you can’t help the chill that seeps into your bones.
“Huh. I think it’s gonna snow.”
Mary’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, barely more than a whisper. It’s a sharp contrast to all those times you’d seen them growl their way through songs about blood and corpses, but it makes the butterflies stir in your stomach all the same. Maybe there was something behind all those free drinks and flirty words. Something different.
The thought sends a shock through your body, the electric hum of realization. You like Mary.
He shifts slightly, turning his body toward yours. “Shit, you’re shivering. Here, take my jacket.”
Before you can say anything, they’ve shrugged out of the thing and wrapped you in soft, worn leather. You hide your hands in the sleeves, but they itch to reach out, to pull him in. The lining is still warm and it’s heavier than you expect, but none of it matters as Mary’s gaze falls to your lips.
But they don’t kiss you. At least, not in the way you thought they might.
“Goore?” you ask as they pull away slightly.
“Uh-huh?”
“Did…did you just…kiss my forehead?”
“Yep.”
“Instead of like…actually kissing me. You kissed my forehead?”
“Well, I don’t know what kind of person you think I am, but I’m not just gonna put out for you because you expect me to.”
“Oh my god,” you huff with an annoyed roll of your eyes. “You—hmph!”
Mary cuts off your complaints by grabbing the lapels of the jacket and smashing his lips against yours. Your arms loop around their neck, pulling them as close as you can. There’s a warm hand pressed to the small of your back, under the jacket and under your t-shirt. Mary’s other hand tangles in your hair as they break the kiss to speak.
“Sorry darlin’,” they whisper. “You’re just so fuckin’ cute when you’re annoyed. I can’t help it.”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Goore.”
It’s rough and brash when his mouth claims yours, and you think Mary kisses like he plays guitar—aggressive with a practiced ease. He nips at your bottom lip, practically melting against you when you let out a little whine in response. His tongue brushes yours and he tastes of smoke and something sugary you can’t quite place. It doesn’t matter anyway because your senses are filled with all things Mary and you’re content to keep them that way.
“Mm, I always knew you’d be trouble, sweetheart,” they groan as you press your body against theirs.
“Aw Goore, do you have a crush on me?”
“Yeah, actually. For so fucking long,” he admits freely.
You grin and lean up to kiss him again as tiny snowflakes begin to collect in his hair.
#anon prompt#my writing#mary goore x reader#mary goore fanfic#reader insert#x reader#repugnant fanfiction#the band ghost fanfiction
210 notes
·
View notes
Text
Daycourtofficial's 2k Celebration Masterlist
Note: I'm just putting them here as they get voted on, I have yet to decide on actual posting order.
Never seen that color blue - Azriel x reader. follow up to 'I pretend you're mind all the damn time'. You and Azriel return home from that fateful mission. How will you two cope with your recent discoveries? (currently 3000 words)
Now I’m in exile seeing you out - Azriel x reader. Follow up to 'You're losing me'. You've reached your tipping point where you can't forgive Azriel's constant choice of work over you. Can he fix things? Or did things get wildly out of hand and it's too late? (currently 600 words)
Untitled - Eris x reader. Eris’s hounds know you’re pregnant before either of you do, driving the two of you wild with their newfound devotion to you. (currently 350 words)
Untitled - Azriel x reader. You and Azriel are mates, but haven't told the rest of your family. Cassian is suspicious of the two of you and does whatever he can to try to rile up a newly mated Azriel or get you to accidentally let it slip. (Completed? At 2300 words)
Untitled - Eris x Rhys’s Sister!Reader. Eris accepts the mating bond and is incredibly touched by the effort you put into cooking him the meal from scratch. (currently 3000 words)
His shadows know - Azriel x reader - Azriel’s shadows know that you’re his mate before either of you do and are constantly trying to push you two together. (Completed at 3400 words)
Untitled - Azriel x reader. The two of you have to pretend to be a married couple for a mission. Can you live with this false reality? Or will your feelings for Azriel eat you alive when it’s over? (Currently 1000 words)
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Newlywed
TW: Dom!Rafe. Smut. Language. Degrading Language.
SUMMARY: Rafe makes the most of a moment alone with you on your wedding night.
WORD COUNT: 2300
*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*
The Newlywed
His eyes had followed you since the second he witnessed you within that white dress. Such preying eyes broadcasting every illicit thought held as a silent conversation between the two of you. As you accepted the congratulations with him sipping his whiskey neat from across the room, you felt those eyes shameless to your physique. But where the majority of your guests complimented how happy you were in your post-marital glow, his faded cobalt irises sharpened as if it were only the two of you.
In a room full of friends and family, you solely existed for each other.
But his patience was dwindling. He kept his hands to himself when you passed with the easy observation of your mutual crowd. He refrained from making his ambitions known even as you seduced him with the cutlery to remind him of what was his. But it would take him watching you dance with someone who was not him before he had to act. Even if he was well aware you belonged to him in every way of importance and relinquishment, he favored the dominance you allowed him.
"Come with me." He growled to your ear before pulling you from your commemorative celebration. A simple gasp came from a single gasp as you were taken to the hotel room designated for him.
"Rafe-" You warned as he pushed you up against the door to quicken the time in which it would close.
"I've had to wait all fucking day to get you out of this dress…" His fingers searched quickly for the zipper or buttons he had been used to. Frustration read across his face as you turned to reveal the array of crossed ribbon that made up this antiquated tie.
"I'll tear it off of you if I have to…" He explained behind clenched teeth as you couldn't help but illuminate at the idea.
"Then again…" His hand came beneath the skirt, an A-line constriction that kept you too distanced as is. His touch now beneath the layers of tulle as your breathing labored by this alone. The anticipation nearly too much as he offered a side smirk almost invisible beneath the one present with lust.
"I don't need you naked to make you come…." Your cheeks flushed at the proof lain in memory of his claims. Parties, events, even a rehearsal dinner in which he'd been the reason behind such ruined panties by his touch alone. The accompaniment of dirty words such as theses only making this release swifter.
"But I've earned seeing all of you…" You were turned against the door, palms pressed to the cold false wood. He hesitated for a moment at the labyrinthine ties before deciding on the most efficient plan of action.
"Sit on the bed. Don't touch anything I've already made wet or come on…" He explained, fingers at a rest beneath your chin. As your eyes cast to the side on a mischevious thought to start without him, that kind grip altered to one of possession at the entirety of your jaw.
"Or you don't get to do anything but watch." You offered a single nod of understanding as he left for a moment. The sound of the hotel room door coming closed had offered you a moment of reflection.
You came to adore your ring. The promise of eternity held in the vows spoken as it slipped deeper onto your left hand. Those very words hollow against the lust you fell now as romance was exchanged for need. The need that made you consider Rafe's wrath in contrast to the sensations you were deprived by his absence. But before you could silence that pulsating desperation between your thighs, he returned.
"Stand up." He explained, the sight of the very knife used to cut the cake, now in his grasp.
"Don't cut the dress….' You guided as he scoffed.
"Not like I paid for it." He chortled as you rolled your eyes before he cut the strings loose. The compression of your bodice released as the fabric fell to your feet.
"Shit…" he breathed in disbelief at the sight. Your flawless skin set before him as his fingers worked to your curves.
"You have an entire hotel full of people wanting to celebrate you…and yet here you are with me…" His lips rose from your shoulder as he collected your hair in such a way that made you mobile to him. He pulled you to face him, an unnaturally craning made of your neck as you faced him.
"Why is that?"
"Because I need you." His hands ran down the lingerie worn for him now. Ivory lace covering the most sacred curves and caverns. The same ones he knew well. The ones he made his. The ones you let him.
"And you'll always choose me over them…won't you?" You nodded as your eyes came to a rolled closed as his touch reached your panties.
"Because you're desperate?" You continued to affirm his suspicions.
"Because you're mine?"
"Yes."
"And you listen?" This question took you back as you watched him lift your hand to his lips.
"Didn't do anything to yourself while I was gone….yeah?" That simple question, the final word drawn out in the cadence only he could speak in such a way, and you were complacent to him.
Before you could answer, he pulled your fingers to his smirk, using them to part his lips and test his theory.
"Oh you were good…but you thought about it…didn't you?" You paused, cheeks flushed. "Dirty girl…"
"The things you've let me do to you and you're embarrassed by such an innocent question?" He couldn't and didn't care to hide his amusement at this.
"Sit."
"I-" He corrected you by a new hold to your jaw. Only now, teasing his lips. Ones you'd craved all day.
"Sit." He spoke against, brushing passed you as you took the side of the bed as your stage. Your eyes watched him as he pulled the chair from the window and just out of reach of your feet.
"Rafe…"
"You look wrong." Your eyes narrowed.
"You know I prefer you in red or nothing. But since you are the bride…I won't punish you for it…But…you are gonna wait…and show me…what your new husband has to look forward to now…" He lifted his finger to his lips as you smirked.
"Panties off." You moved gracefully with his instruction.
"Toss em." You obeyed as he collected them for a second before chuckling.
"Jesus, how did they not drop to your ankles? They're fucking drenched…" You bit your bottom lip.
"Knees up. Feet flat. Let me see it…" You pushed yourself further back on the bed to acquiesce to him.
"Start slow. And if you even think of coming before I say, everyone in that reception hall is going to know just how fucking desperate their bride is…So slow." You pulled your fingers to your folds.
"Use one hand to part your lips…I wanna see all of it." He explained behind clenched teeth.
"One finger. Just like I'd do it…" You mimicked the slow insertion. "Now two. No bending. Only I get to touch that spot that knows me so fucking well, doesn't it?"
"Yes…' you exhaled sharply.
"Faster…just a bit…" He leaned closer to you, elbows on his knees as he studied you.
"Faster…"
"Rafe…" You moaned, now supporting yourself on your own elbows.
"Such pretty nails…I love how they feel leaving those marks all over my back…"
"Please…Let me…" he now stood, moving to the edge of the bed as you slowed.
"Did I say to slow down?"
"Please…I want it to be you…"
He lowered over you. A hand to your cheek offering a false sense of security as he pulled you to him by a harsh grip to your hair.
"Keep doing it. I love how fucking desperate you sound." He managed to undress as he spoke. The attire loose and disposed of by the time your eyes came back open from rejecting that nearing orgasm.
Desperate kisses from your lips lowered down his abdomen before he pulled you back.
"Does your new husband have your impatience to look forward to?"
"Just say-"
"Answer me or you won't be able to talk at all." He threatened, motioning to the impressive erection at war with his boxers.
"I wanted to be nice tonight. Try to even be gentle…maybe let you come without crying…But you just can't keep that pretty little mouth shut can you?" He pulled you to look up at him.
"Convince me to forgive you. Not like the whore you just acted like touching yourself either. Like a good girl who deserves this cock…" You parted your lips before he nodded.
"Maybe I'll let you come on it if you're really convincing." But where others may take this as an invitation for deepthroating.
You knew Rafe well. He prefers the build up. The delayed gratification that gave him an excuse to leave marks on your body. The way he could cross that line with your consent as the pain fell just as intense as the pleasure.
"You're so good…so good…" His voice began to fade into groans and heavy releases of inhales as you took him in stride. The only sound to now last between you was the combination of your fingers in a continuation between your legs and that of the fellatio exercised by your skilled mouth.
His pornagraphic breathing motivated you to ignore the pain he left in the stretch of your increasingly sore throat as you pulled him deeper to the abyss of ecstasy. But as he created that edge, release validated in the beads of precum as a condition with your spit, you were pushed into the bed.
"Enough of this shit." He explained before aligning your hips with his own. But prior to any penetration of a familiar tongue or fingers, his touch rode up your spine.
"All of you." He explained in an answer to your silent question to the pause, before his bare cock was teasing your entrance.
"Rafe…"
"For me." This singular grunt sent him to thrust into you. Your pleas silenced as he reintroduced pleasure to your clit with the presence of his fingers.
"I don't even have to do anything you're already dripping…"
"I could make you come so fast, couldn't I? Make you loud enough for every guest in every room to know who's responsible for making you hoarse?"
"Rafe-" He twisted his body to witness your expressions as he forced you into the mattress but his grip to your hair brought your eyes back to him.
"I could make you come by doing this….just like for your birthday…" The memory made you moan louder.
"Or like this…" his dominant hand moved to your breast, your nipples teased and pulled between his pinch.
"When you wore that suit and decided to let everyone see what belongs to me?"
"Oh….Rafe…"
"Or maybe…" His finger brushed your lower lips, drawing you to his mouth.
"Have you ride my face like you did after getting engaged…You'd never tasted sweeter…"
"Rafe…I need to…"
"How? Since tonight is special…tell me…" he winced for a moment to the clench you made around him.
"I'm close!"
"My choice?" He lifted you back in alignment to his hips.
"You know I love this ass…let's see just how red we can make it before you come…" You began to shiver to each strike until the rise of your release contracted this pain. Just as always, he made you not only endure it, but savor it.
"More…"
"My girl wants welts?"
"I'll take whatever you give me…" you admitted breathlessly as he scoffed.
"Oh I have something to give you…" You gasped to his brutal thrusts. "Every last drop baby. Just like when you swallow…" He flexed at the thought as he held your grip harsher into the fabric of the comforter.
"Oh my God…you're so fucking perfect for me…you feel so good baby…I could come inside you all night-"
"YES!"
"But you've got a party to get back to…" He lowered his lips to your ear, "and a husband…"
But at the mention of these reminders, he has you on the edge of that orgasm. Your body forgiving him as well as yourself for your transgressions as very penetration silenced your morals. His teasing of your nipples and seats to your ass deafened it further until all that remained had been the thought of you and him.
"Careful. He might hear you-"
"I don't care! Fuck! I'm so close, Rafe!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes!"
"Oh…you are…shit…Slow down."
"I can't."
"On your back. I wanna watch you come for me." You were directed to your spoke as he thrust into you once again. Harshly.
"Fuck! Yes! Rafe, you feel so good-"
"Is that why you're clenching me like this? You've never been this tight ..shit…"
"I wanna come so badly! I'm so close! Please!"
"Oh…fuck…Oh…"
"Raaaafe-"
"Keep coming…" He ordered as you contracted your expression beneath him. His fingers wrapped in your damp hair forcing you upward.
"Look how you take me! Fuck! Look at it! Look! Shit!"
"You look so good inside me…" you whimpered.
"Yeah? Then make me come…make me come…use that pussy and make me come-'
He ravages your chest as you clenched around him, raising your hips to meet his motions.
"I'm gonna make you come all night. Make him wonder where you are-'
"Ahhhh…I'm gonna come again…"
"It's gonna be a long night, baby…might wanna save your breath…" He wrapped his hand around your neck.
"Gotta make it up to me for choosing him…"
"It's you."
"Prove it."
TAGLIST: @hopebaker @drewspisces @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4tangerine @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @onmykneesforrafe @jjmaybanksangel @phildunphyisadilf @mashdan0916 @belcalis9503
MASTERLIST
RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST
2ND RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST
MARCH MADNESS MASTERLIST
#rafecameron x reader#rafecameronfanfiction#rafecameron#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#drew starkey#outerbanks#outer banks smut#outer banks#outerbanks smut#outer banks fanfiction#obx#obxfanfiction#obx fanfiction
359 notes
·
View notes
Text
La Bella Principessa
At 1st place in my IkeVamp 1K Follower Celebration: Fluffy Leonardo! Live and love with this sexy Italian papi. Approx. 2300 words of spice and sweetness.
Leonardo felt a little guilty. Not a lot, mind you. Just enough to erase the smug grin from his lips as he waved goodbye to le Comte and the rest of the mansion’s residents. Not goodbye forever, but for a few precious weeks alone with his cara. It was selfish, he knew, but he wanted her all to himself. Days of sun and peace with the endless blue ocean in front of them and the soft warm sand under their feet.
“I’m excited about our trip.” She grinned at him and looped her arm in his. “I’ve never been to any French beach before.”
He smiled back and mussed her hair. Leo didn’t need her to tell him how excited she was. He could see it in the way she moved, her posture, the way she leaned in the direction they were headed as if that might make the coach move faster. Her anticipation was infectious. “I imagine it’s like any other beach, cara mia. Sun and sand and water.”
She poked his side. “They aren’t all the same! There’s a - a different vibe! Some places are laid back and some have a ton of families and children . . . and some are romantic. With sunsets and stuff.”
“Pretty sure there’s a sunset at every beach,” he laughed.
“You know what I mean.”
Leonardo felt his heart thud as she tried to pout over his teasing. She was so adorable. “Keep that up and I’m going to have to kiss you.”
His words sent color into her cheeks and heat into her eyes. “If that’s the best punishment you can-”
He leaned in and captured her words with his lips, making good on his threat. She was right, of course. It wasn’t much of a punishment when they both wanted it but that wasn’t the point. The point was to have an excuse to pull her close and feel her mouth against his. Soft, yielding lips, playful tongue, the faint taste of toothpaste and herbal tea.
Leonardo ended the kiss reluctantly.
“You are so impossible,” she tried to chastise him but her smile gave away the truth of her feelings.
The trip to the beach took two days by train and another day of riding in a carriage. Anticipation grew as they got closer, and even Leonardo felt a heady sense of excitement as the scenery around them changed and the breeze carried with it the salt of ocean spray.
They arrived at the little beach house after dusk, with the stars wheeling overhead in their nightly dance. The coachman unloaded their bags and left them. For the first time since meeting, they were well and truly alone together. It made Leonardo feel almost shy as he slipped an arm around his love. “So, cara, is this the beach you were hoping for?”
“It’s hard to tell at night. I mean, there might be people, families, all kinds of stuff out here tomorrow. But tonight it’s . . . it’s beautiful.”
Her eyes were alight with the sparkle of distant stars and her skin lit with moonglow. To Leo’s eyes, she was the most lovely sight here, especially when she smiled the way she was right now.
He lifted her up in his arms and nuzzled her neck, tickling her with his breath.
She laughed and squirmed in his arms. “What are you doing? I can walk, you know?”
“Oh, I know.” He grinned and resisted the urge to kiss her again. He carried her like a bride across the threshold and across the small entry hall. The beachhouse was tiny compared the the mansion. A kitchen with a dining nook, a sitting room, and a large upstairs bedroom. Leonardo kicked the door shut behind them and went straight for the stairs.
“Where are we going? Don’t you want to look around?” She craned her neck, looking past his shoulders.
“Time for that tomorrow. Tonight, there’s only one spot I’m interested in exploring.” He could not keep the husky desire from his voice and didn’t even try.
Her smile widened. “The - the bedroom?”
“Mmmm, that is where we are going. But the place I intend to explore is closer than that.”
Her eyebrow raised in a questioning look.
Leonardo laughed and squeezed her gently. “I am going to map your body, cara mia. I plan to explore you tonight without interruption. Every part of you I am going to tread with my mouth and my hands until I could sculpt you with my eyes closed. Paint you blindfolded.”
Her mouth opened in surprise, heat suffusing her face. The natural shyness and inhibitions she held left her silent despite the desire that lit her gaze. She slid a hand behind his neck and stroked his nape with her thumb.
The bedroom loft was perfect, though in the moment Leo barely noticed it. There was a breeze from the sea through the open window that carried the sound of the waves. A faint scent of lavender and sea-salt suffused the space. There was an armoire and a chest of drawers, a vanity and bench. A small couch to sit on. And the bed. It was monstrously large, taking up nearly a third of the floor space. A half-moon circle hung with lace netting that caught the faint moonlight.
Leo pushed apart the hanging curtains and laid his lovely cara down on the bed without releasing her. He kept one hand cradled around her while he slowly undid the buttons of her dress with the other. His eyes drank in the sight of her, the way her lips parted, the heat and softness of her eyes.
Removing her clothes was almost a ritual, a worshipful disrobing to reveal her. Leonardo was not new to the naked form. As an artist, he’d seen hundreds of men and women, and as a lover too. But there was no sight so precious to him as she was right now. Love, he thought, made all the difference. It lent a sanctity to the beauty of the one he beheld and left him in awe.
True to his word, Leo took his time with her. Teasing, tasting, drawing out each touch. Delighting in her pleasure. Dawn found them only just curling up together to sleep. The warm golden light spilled over sweat-soaked skin and tangled sheets, and lit their satisfied, sleepy smiles.
Leonardo let himself drift off with her in his arms, the reassuring beat of her heart held close to his own.
They rose after noon and ate. And finally explored the small house and the beach nearby. As they walked, he pointed out the ruins of an old school, the belltower of a nearby church, the line of distant houses. Leo explained the history of the place and people as his beloved asked questions.
He loved her curiosity. The way she wanted to know everything, and got frustrated with herself for forgetting things. “You know, cara, I don’t expect you to be a walking library.”
“But you are,” she sighed. “Is there anything you don’t know about?”
“Sure. But I don’t know about it, so . . .” Leonardo laughed.
She elbowed his side but still smiled up at him. “Fine. So, what can you tell me about those floating docks, just there?”
And on they went until evening found them again. They sat together on a blanket in the sand, watching the sun set over the water. The sky was streaked with scarlet and gold that faded into the colors of night, more beautiful, he thought, than any painting. He watched his lover watch the sky, his chest full to bursting with love.
“So,” he ventured, “have you decided what kind of beach this is?”
She nodded, resting her chin on her palm. “Definitely a romantic one.”
“Mmm, and how can you tell? Explain the properties to me so I can make sure I pick well next time too.”
“Already planning our next getaway?” She eyed him thoughtfully.
“It’s never too early, cara.” He kissed her temple. “So?”
“Alright. Let’s see . . . it’s quiet but not too quiet. There are people around but not too many. Everything looks clean and well-kept. And, well,” she lowered her gaze, “you’re here with me. I think anywhere would be romantic with you.”
He set his chin atop her head, feeling too overwhelmed with affection to say anything for a moment. Leo didn’t want her to see how much she affected him in moments like this. It felt too vulnerable, as if unmasking his heart would somehow make her love him less. He cleared his throat. “And the sunset? You didn’t mention it, hm?”
She laughed softly and snuggled against his chest. “It’s beautiful. I think even prettier than the one we see in Paris.” Her hand slipped under his shirt, stroking his side. It tickled, but he held still. After a pause, “do you think it’s really different out here? Than Paris? It’s the same sun and the same sky . . .”
“It is actually. The light reflects differently in air rich with water and salt. It makes the colors more vibrant. It makes me wish I’d brought my paints. I could draw you . . . naked . . . paint you the colors of dusk . . .” Leo felt his voice grow hoarse with emotion and desire.
“You really do know so much,” she sighed. “And you have so many talents. If I tried to draw you, it would just be a stick figure.”
Leonardo nipped the tip of her ear. “I don’t need you to draw me, cara. Who would want to look at that? But you - you are a rare and wonderful beauty.” He stood and drew her up with him. “Come on. I have some more exploring to do.”
“Exploring? But it’s getting dark already. Shouldn’t we go - ohhhhh!” She smiled when she saw the look on his face.
“We could make love here on the sand, but I’d hate to be interrupted.” He twined his fingers with hers as they walked back toward their beach home.
“Me too! I think I’d die from sheer embarrassment if anyone but you saw me like that.”
Leo chuckled. “I’d keep you to busy to notice any audience . . . but I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to share you.” He felt a fierce possessiveness for her which he didn’t like to admit to. The need to be all she saw, and to keep her sweetness to himself. It was a fault, he supposed, but an understandable one. What man in love did not feel such?
She paused as they reached the porch and tugged on his hand.
He looked over at her and noticed her expression was pensive and a little sad. “Is something wrong, dolcezza?”
“Mmm. No. Not really. I was just thinking.”
Leonardo waited for her to continue. He knew sometimes it was hard for her to admit her feelings, to talk about them. But he wanted to listen, to understand her. She was his heart.
“I wondered if sometimes, maybe, I am boring to you? Because I don’t know anything, really. I mean, I know how to text and how to drive a car and stuff but . . . nothing interesting or even useful anymore. And you have so many talents. You’re so smart. Literally, a freaking genius. I just . . . I feel like I must be annoying to you. Or boring. Or . . .” She trailed off uncertainly.
He stood there studying her face, his thoughts reaching for the right word or gesture to reassure her. She was his treasure, and there was nothing about her he did not love. Not even this misplaced anxiety.
She took his silence as assent. Her lips pressed together tightly and she looked away, blinking to keep back sudden tears. “I-it’s ok. I - I figured . . . of course you would think . . .” A tear escaped from the corner of her eye and began to slowly glide down her cheek.
“Cara mia.” He took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “Is this really what you think about?”
She nodded, looking miserable.
“I wish sometimes I could peek into your mind and -” he took a breath. “I love you so much, cuore mio. You are my - my anima gemella. The twin of my soul. I looked for you -” Leonardo stopped again, realizing his voice was shaking. He tried to steady himself, to find his mooring. But love was no shallow sea and he was adrift in it, so when he spoke again, his voice still trembled. “I looked for you for centuries. I gave up on finding you. On ever finding the other half of my heart.”
“Leo.” Her tears fell freely now, though they were from love rather than sadness at what passed between them.
“You could never be boring to me. I love everything about you. Everything.” He took her chin in his hand, thumb stroking her cheek. “You are more precious to me than this whole world. Being with you -” He stopped, unable to breathe for the feelings that churned in his chest.
But he didn’t need to speak. She understood. Her arms went around his waist. She held onto him as tightly as she could, and he clung to her. Two lovers at dusk, souls adrift, clinging to each other in this moment.
Leonardo pressed a kiss to the top of her head. His beloved heart. His treasure. He cleared his throat. “It seems I need to show you again how much I love you, cara mia. I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight.”
He lifted her up again, his bride tonight and every night, and carried her across the threshold. He would love her and make love to her until she knew in every cell of her body and every thought in her mind how much he loved her. And more. Always more. Because love is an ocean without end.
#ikemen vampire#ikevamp leonardo#leonardo da vinci#otome#cybird otome#otome guys#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#light spice
98 notes
·
View notes
Text
Holiday Movies
author's note: hello and happy new year's eve everyone!! i've gotta say that these past three months have been absolutely insane for me, i could have never expected the support i've gotten and i have to give a big thank you to all my mutuals [i swear i was doing backflips when all of y'all followed me, a little baby blog, out of nowhere. fr i was losing it] with all of that out of the way, please enjoy a gaz fic as my final post of the year! i'm looking forward to next year and all the things i have planned 😊
cw: smut, afab!reader [no gendered language], voyeurism, some dirty talk, masturbation
word count: 2300+
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick / GN!Reader
It was a cold December night and the new year was right around the corner, a few hours away. He would’ve much preferred to be with you, celebrating with your friends and a bottle of champagne, watching some of your favorite movies, and simply relaxing. But, as was common with his job, that wasn’t in the cards. Not this year.
Moonlight beamed into the small, dusty motel room Kyle sat in. It had been a little while since he’d been on a solo mission; he was all alone with nothing other than the occasional check-in from Price or Laswell to keep him company.
Well, except for one thing.
He lets out a shuddering sigh, his hand lazily palming over the bulge in his pants. He scrolled through the various pictures and videos on his phone: pictures of pretty things he had been seeing on this undercover mission thus far, funny videos he was ready to send you when he was able to connect to the internet again, and lots of pictures and videos of the two of you doing a variety of things.
He had some selfies of him smiling at the camera while you slept soundly beside him, a few videos he took of you when a stray cat had found its way into your lap while you sat on a park bench, and plenty more. But he was on the lookout for one particular video that the two of you recorded together earlier that month.
“Wait. You want to do what?” You tilt your head, your cheeks rapidly heating up. Your eyebrows were practically up to your hairline at the mere suggestion of what Kyle was planning.
“I want something to take with me when I go on missions. Just a little something to keep me occupied in my downtime.” He had that signature grin on his pretty face, the one that always made it so hard to even register what he was saying.
You blink, a stunned look on your face. The concept of recording a homemade sex tape was something you would have never considered had Kyle not brought it up. You weren't opposed necessarily, but it still had you getting flustered regardless. “I mean… okay. That sounds fun.” You say with a shy smile.
Kyle leans down to kiss you, cupping your jaw and pulling you close. You hum into his lips out of surprise. Apparently Kyle had already gotten himself worked up just from hearing your consent, a fact that had you squirming in his spot and getting excited yourself.
You’re practically tackled down to the couch cushions, your legs making room for Kyle to maneuver between them without breaking the kiss for even a moment. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips and mingling with yours, enjoying the quiet moan you let out at the feeling.
When Kyle pulls away, his eyes are dark and begin to trail down the length of your body. Despite being fully clothed, you feel completely naked under his gaze; it felt like you were being undressed by his eyes. You had to look away, your face flushed from embarrassment.
Kyle chuckles, running his hand up and under the hem of your thin shirt, feeling your warm skin under his fingers and squeezing at your stomach, hips, and chest. He pauses for a moment to grab his phone and smiles at the picture of you on the lock screen before pulling up his camera.
“Get undressed for me, love. Nice and slow.” He mutters and hits the record button. You bite your lip, doing as he said. You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it upwards, slowly revealing your torso and chest, the cool air making your nipples perk up. You wiggle away from Kyle for a moment to pull your baggy sleep shorts and underwear down your legs, having to pull your legs up toward your chest to pull them off in the position you were in. You notice Kyle pointing the camera downwards to get a look of the heat between your legs, making you suddenly feel even more shy.
Kyle takes hold of one of your knees and pulls it away from the other, revealing your core to him. He sighs, running his hand down your thigh and running a thumb up and down your slit, pulling it open and getting a good view of your hole. You shiver, both from the chill and the timid feeling threatening to spill over inside you. It was one thing to be so exposed to just Kyle, but now with a camera involved, it was a whole new experience.
“Fuck, just look at you…” Kyle muses to himself, playing with your wet folds with his thumb, smiling at the sight. “So pretty just for me.” You moan softly when his finger brushes up against your sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking it up and down. His thumb dips inside just slightly while he trails it around the rim. “This is all mine, isn’t it?”
You nod, but that wasn’t enough for him. He tuts down at you, gently pinching your swelling nub between his thumb and forefinger. “I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart."
You whimper at the sting, looking up at him. "I-It's yours… I'm yours, Kyle," You try to keep your voice louder than it usually would to make sure it would pick up on the camera microphone. "A-All yours."
Kyle nods along with your words, humming affirmatively. "All mine," he parrots back.
"Now, be good for me and hold your legs apart, okay?" You nod at his instructions, making Kyle smile happily. You hook your fingers under your knees, pulling them up to your chest to spread yourself open wide. "There we go." He grins wider.
Kyle uses his free hand to cup your chest, twisting one of your nipples between his fingers, then running it back down your stomach to paw at the soft skin there. "You're gorgeous, love." He sighs.
Finally, he reaches down to free his cock from his sweatpants and boxer briefs, tugging at it a few times. It’s stiff and leaking, pre-cum slowly sliding down the underside of his cock from the swollen tip. You look him up and down, watching his cock twitch and jump in his hand.
Kyle watches through the screen of his phone, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds and chuckling breathily at the way you jump when it bumps against your little bundle of nerves.
You suck in a breath when the head of his shaft notches on the rim of your hole, teasing it in and out. "You ready for me, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I'm ready. I want it, please," You whine, wiggling in place.
You bite down on your lip when his cock slides inside you slowly. You stare at Kyle holding the phone closer to where your bodies connect, a tiny moan leaving your lips at the sight. The thought of Kyle watching this later made your walls flutter around Kyle’s cock, making him grunt in return. "Fuckin' hell—so fuckin' tight, baby…"
You shiver at the slow but steady intrusion. You look up at Kyle, and in turn the camera, your eyes half-lidded. You swallow thickly and fight the urge to hide your face behind your hands, knowing that he wouldn’t let that slide.
The tip of Kyle’s cock presses right against the back wall of your hole, sending that all too familiar pleasant sting that you had gotten used to over the course of your relationship through your body. You gasp and let out a long moan, your face scrunching up. “Kyle…” You whine, your voice drawn out and high-pitched. He was just so deep. It was making your head spin and Kyle hadn’t even started moving yet.
You open your eyes back up to stare at Kyle pulling his hips back and pushing them forward again slowly, holding them there for a few moments. “Y’feel so good, love. Can’t wait to fill you up good.” He groans. He thrusts again and again at his slow pace, warming you up and stretching you out to make room for his cock.
Your breath catches in your throat when he starts moving a tad bit faster, and pressing in just a bit rougher. “I-I want more, Kyle, please,” you whimper, looking up at him with a newfound need in your gaze. His cock twitches at the sight but he still shakes his head. “I’ve gotta savor this, love, need something nice and long to keep me occupied.” He chuckles when you huff, pouting at his resolve when you were so worked up, so needy in comparison.
Soon, your hole was squelching around him, the lewd sound picking up on the video with just how loud it was. His pace had picked up, and he was holding your hips up for you to wrap your legs around his waist, letting him hit a deeper angle. Your moans were shaky and your eyes had gotten glassy from his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.
Kyle made sure to get all of you on camera, from head to toe, his brain getting foggy as he watched the beautiful display you were setting for him. He was brought back to reality when you started to speak, or try to at least; you were having trouble getting your words out in a coherent way with him managing to brush up against your sweet spot with every time he pulled out and pushed back in.
You tug on his free arm, looking up at him so sweetly, a look that he could never say no to. “I need it faster, please, please, please—” Your whining is broken off by him sending a few particularly rough thrusts into you, causing you to cry out. You don’t notice him propping his phone up on the coffee table until you feel both of his hands on your hips.
He starts panting and pulling you into his thrusts, the skin of his thighs slapping against the plush of your ass. “Don’t wanna hear you talking, sweetheart—fuck—just wanna hear you scream for me,” he groans lowly. You do exactly what he says, a loud moan echoing around the room. He had pushed your knees up to your chest in a mating press, bracing his knees on the couch to get better leverage. The power behind his ministrations increased, his grunting now consistently mingling with your beautiful noises.
“Kyle—Kyle!” You cry out. Your legs start to shake as you neared your climax. You start to babble out praises and pleas and your stomach muscles tighten, the pleasure building up and up, so close to spilling over…
Then, your hole clenches down around Kyle’ cock, practically squeezing the life out of it. Kyle cries out at the feeling of you tipping over the edge, relishing the string of moans you let out with each of his thrusts. He needed more, though. He only picks up the pace and everything becomes too much quickly.
Jolts of overstimulation, pleasure and pain, shoot through your body and down your legs as they tensed up hard. You whine his name desperately, begging him to keep going, slow down, you didn’t know anymore. The feeling of his cock twitching and throbbing inside you mixed with his hips stuttering as he neared his orgasm was too much for you to handle.
“Fuck—I’m close, love, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, sweetheart—clench down on me again,” he groans out when you do what he asks. “J-Just like that, o-oh fuck—!” He tips his head back and buries himself to the hilt, his mouth opened in a silent moan as he cums, painting your walls white. He puts his hands next to your head, smiling down at you with a heaving chest.
He grabs his phone from the table again. “I’m gonna pull out now,” he murmurs before doing just that, a shiver running down your spine. His cum dribbles out of you and he uses his free hand to collect it with his thumb, spreading it around and smoothing it across your over-sensitive, swollen nub. You whine at the overwhelming feeling, looking up at him and at the camera.
“You felt perfect, sweetheart.” He plays around with you for a while longer, letting you catch your breath. “Can’t wait to start up a nice collection of these with you.” He smiles at you when your eyes widen a bit at that notion.
Kyle’s head tips back onto the headboard of the motel bed, his breathing heavy and his cock spent. He looks back down at the video on his phone, his eyes locked on your pretty face looking up at him so sweetly.
His hand looked similar to the way your wet heat looked that night: covered in his thick cum, pent up from a couple weeks of not being able to satisfy himself. He had gone a few rounds and rewatched the video more than a couple times, and it ended up with his cock slicked up with his own spend.
He wished he could show you how fucked-out he looked and felt, but he would just have to send you the pictures he took later. Maybe you’d use them to get yourself off. The thought of you touching yourself looking at his lewd photos had him hardening up again, even though he had gotten lightheaded from how much blood had rushed down into his cock for so long.
Guess he’d have to take care of this little problem yet again. Luckily, he had plenty of material to take care of it. His free, clean hand tilted his phone up again and his thumb tapped the play button once again. He had a long night ahead of him.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x gn!reader#gaz x gn!reader#kyle garrick x gn!reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz mw2#gaz mw3#gaz modern warfare#gaz cod#mwii#mwiii#mw2#mw3#gaz mw2 smut#gaz mw3 smut#storm's creations#sstormyskyess
30 notes
·
View notes
Note
Re the Israel situation: how are you doing, mentally and physically? Are you (relatively) safe?
So like here's thing.
Physically I am safe. I have yet to end up in a place without a safe room during an alarm - I also managed to be in a place that wasn't under attack during the first 24h bc I was at my parents' place; my actual apt and workplace were, however, major targets, and I've already experienced one alarm and several large booms today.
Luckily as of right now all my friends and family are alive. My brother hasn't been called into reserves yet, but I do know several people who have been, or who are in active duty and are suddenly being called into combat. Frankly, I'm terrified for all of us. I'm fully aware that there is every chance I'm going to end this thing going to funerals, multiples.
I am in the unfortunate position of literally being unable to avoid the news, as I work in a news org subtitling the live segments, which right now is... all the segments. I've already cried today at work as a young girl described her grandmother being murdered and the terrorist who killed her filming her dead body, using her own phone, and putting it on her private Facebook.
It doesn't feel real. I pulled a shift yesterday that was nearly 12 hours long, and then I got up to a siren, and then I had to head to work. I see the numbers rise - 700 Israelis dead, 400 in gaza; 2500 injured Israelis, 2300 gazans. I was closely following the story of the peace music festival down south that was purposefully targeted and the way those people were systematically slaughtered, and then I went online and saw people celebrating over 260 bodies of innocents. Some of them were tourists, bedouins, Arab citizens of Israel. Plenty are themselves activists who've been protesting for 10 months against the current government. But it's dead Jews, so I suppose that's okay.
Those 260 bodies are a so far kinda deal, by the way. They stopped counting.
It's so frustrating to see the kind of rhetoric spread online, the misinfo, the one sided claims. The frankly complete misunderstanding of what is happening here even among leftist Jews, let alone the insane amount of antisemitism and islamophobia and racism in the discourse in general.
Mentally? Mentally I am not okay. I'm losing friendships. I'm blocking dozens of people a day. I am very quickly finding out that there is nowhere safe for me to be, except right here where I am. The people around me who share my plight and are trying to survive and help others as much as they can. Mentally I've been in a hard place for a very long time, but I thought I was getting better, and I don't know what's going to happen now.
I'm alive, tho. And I'm safe.
Here's a meme my dad laughed at.
#gail speaks#ask#resplendent-ragamuffin#still about 12 hours for y'all to ask me political questions before the moratorium comes back into place
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
Nothing Sweeter
summary: Oberyn’s in town, and you’re dropping everything to see him.
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up), oral sex (f receiving), creampie (it’s Oberyn), breeding if you squint (Oberyn, again), it all happens against a window, so semi-public sex, (1) bite, dirty talk, praise, feelings)
pairing: Modern!Oberyn Martell/f!reader
word count: 2300+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @s-stark, who requested Oberyn Martell and “I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it.” This is a modern au. Oberyn and reader are winemakers, and I did my best. Ya girl did a lot of googling, so I apologize if I messed up anything. Imagine this is the GOT universe but modern, so there’s still Dorne and Westeros. This is my second time writing Oberyn, so please be gentle. Shoutout to @juletheghoul, who did a quick look over. Any mistakes are my own!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs appreciated!
Masterlist
You weren’t dating Oberyn Martell, but you were definitely more than just friends. Friends with benefits didn’t accurately describe your relationship either. Fuck buddies seemed too impersonal. Lovers, maybe.
There really wasn’t a name for what you had—two people so in love with each other, who fit so perfectly together and would drop everything to see the other at a moment's notice. That was the thing, though, if you both lived in the same city, or hells, the same country, there could be more than whatever this was, which was you throwing all of your plans for the weekend out of the window because Oberyn was in town on business.
You’d met five years prior at a winemakers conference, the best from all around the world meeting up for a week to discuss the industry. You’d just taken over a lot of duties from your father, and it had been the first time you’d gone. You met Oberyn, sparks flew, and next thing you knew, the conference was forgotten, and you’d gotten very familiar with the inside of his extravagant room.
It had been the start of something, the two of you meeting whenever you could, talking and texting whenever you couldn’t. You’d both fallen in love, but the timing had never been right, the two of you too focused on work.
He told you on the phone he was staying in some swanky hotel downtown—which made sense; it was Oberyn, after all, living his life of luxury as a co-owner of one of the most prestigious wineries in the world. It hadn’t surprised you when you found yourself exiting the elevator of said hotel into the penthouse suite.
Oberyn was waiting for you, dressed in black slacks and a beautiful yellow patterned sweater, smiling broadly.
“My love,” he greeted, taking long strides to get into your space, his large palms coming up to cradle your cheeks as he looked at you lovingly. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” you replied, your hands landing on his waist.
He kissed you then, tenderly, softly, until he needed more and deepened it, swallowing your moan as your tongues moved together in a practiced dance. Arousal was pooling in your belly, feeling your panties becoming wet, knowing what was to come.
Oberyn tasted like wine—a red, something with a powerful fruit character, spice, and some acidity—Dornish Red, you thought.
A hand slipped down your front, palming your breast over your dress, his lips moving along your jaw and down your throat, making you moan when he sucked at the skin.
“Dornish Red,” you panted. “A newer vintage, though you tried to trick me into believing it was older. I’m almost positive it’s from the year we met—you worked magic on that vintage getting the tannins to weave so seamlessly it makes it seem years older.”
You were very familiar with the wines he made and other competitors. You were an oenophile—a wine connoisseur—you loved making it, too.
He chuckled, head lifting to look you in the eye.
“There’s no tricking you, my love.” He kissed you. “Now, you taste extra sweet. Ice wine, no? From the fruit and citrus, I’d think Essos, something from Braavos. But the bodiness of the grape tells me it’s Northern—you made it. You’ve gotten adventurous, darling. Tell me you brought a bottle.”
You grinned.
“Of course,” you said. “In my purse,” your head tilted down to indicate the bag hanging on your shoulder.
Oberyn immediately pulled it down your arm and set it on a nearby cushioned chair.
“We’ll have a glass after I’ve gotten my fill of you. Nothing sweeter than the taste of your cunt on my tongue.”
Your core throbbed at his words.
“Gods, Oberyn,” you moaned. “I’ve missed you.”
“And I you.”
His mouth was back on yours, hands all over your body, groping your breasts, then moving to your ass. They went up, expertly undoing the zip of your dress. You grabbed at the hem of his sweater and pulled it up, Oberyn lifting his arms to help you get it off, the garment being tossed aside. Quickly, your dress was shed, his pants were removed, leaving you in your lingerie, and him completely naked except for the gold necklace hanging around his neck.
“A goddess,” Oberyn mused as he took in the red lace, eyes roving all over your body. “Better off, I think.”
He kissed you again before he stripped you of the rest of your clothes, his mouth finding yours again as he started walking you through the suite.
The living room boasted floor-to-ceiling windows, offering views of the streets down below and other skyscrapers. The sun had already gone down, and the city was alive with the lights glittering brightly outside.
Your back hit the glass, warm on this summer evening, his hands moving down your body, palming your breasts, before one was trailing down to the apex of your thighs, his mouth still on yours.
He slid two fingers through your slit, making you moan as he felt your wetness.
“Already wet for me,” he murmured against your lips. He circled your clit, shooting a jolt of pleasure through you. “I need to taste.”
He kissed along your jaw, down your throat and chest, laving at your nipples, before he continued lower, crouching in front of you. His hand grabbed one of your legs, lifting it, bending your knee to set on his shoulder and open you up to him.
“Look at that,” he said, rubbing his fingers through your folds. “Perfection.”
Your eyes were on him, watching as he leaned in, gasping when you felt his tongue against your sensitive flesh.
Oberyn was a generous lover, the kind of man who loved to give and made every encounter an experience you’d never forget. He knew what he was doing. He’d done it enough times, with many, many different partners, that he could take you apart in a record amount of time.
He licked away your slick, sliding his tongue through your slit before he pulled your clit into his mouth and sucked, making you tremble. He worked his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking, causing that coil in your stomach to wind tighter and tighter, moaning as he built you up. Your hands were in his hair, holding on as he worked you over, his nose nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
The coil finally snapped, and you came, pleasure coursing through your body as you moaned his name, trembling on a shaky leg, his hands keeping you up. He worked you through your high until he was moving out from under you, rising and kissing the breath from your lungs, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his lips. You could feel him hard against your stomach, and you ached for him.
“Tongue as talented as ever,” you mused, voice muffled, as he continued to kiss you.
His hands moved down your body to grab your ass.
He pulled back to look at you with a smirk.
“Let’s see if other parts are still as talented,” he replied.
He moved quickly, stepping back to spin you, pressing your front against the pane of glass. Oberyn moved so he was flush with your back, grinding his hard cock against you, feeling his necklace cool against your skin.
“Here?” You gasped.
He leaned in his mouth against your ear.
“I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it, my love.” He nipped at your earlobe.
You moaned, at his words, cunt clenching hard around nothing. The anticipation was swelling up inside of you, feeling your arousal coating the insides of your thighs.
“Please,” you gasped.
“Anything for you,” he purred.
He was moving, stepping back a little and grabbing your hips, pulling them with him, his hand smoothing over your spine to bend you forward, your upper body and hands resting on the glass.
You felt his hard cock slide through your folds, wetting himself, and then he was notching at your entrance, and you both moaned as he pushed in, the size of him splitting you open.
Even after doing this countless times before, it still took your breath away with how he stretched you open. He bottomed out, and you felt so full, clenching around him and making him groan.
“I’ve missed this,” Oberyn said, voice deeper. He leaned forward to kiss your shoulder, his hands holding your hips. “Take me so well.”
“Move,” you moaned.
“With pleasure,” he replied.
He started slow, moving in and out of you, not wanting to rush anything, allowing you both to just enjoy how good it felt. Your mind was a haze of pleasure as he filled you over and over again, his cock sliding against spots that had the muscles tightening in your abdomen, working you up as you moaned and praise spilled from his lips at how good you felt.
Oberyn knew your body—knew you needed more to get you to your peak. He sped up, long, hard strokes that had your mind blanking, only focused on how good he was making you feel. You were winding tighter, hearing the slap of his hips and the wet sound of your pussy taking him, Oberyn grunting as he moved in and out of you.
You were getting closer, could feel yourself close to shattering. You were gasping out moans, toes curled, a sheen of sweat all over your body. It was heavenly, loving every moment of having him inside you and being reunited.
He moved in closer to you, his hips continuing to move, as his hand went to your front, and down to your center, circling your clit with his fingers. His mouth was at your ear, panted breaths tickling it.
“Are you going to come, my love?” His words coming out breathy and raspy. “Are you going to soak my cock and squeeze me?” You moaned. “I know you’re almost there,” his fingers sped up. “Come for me.”
That was it. You were coming with a shout of his name, cunt clenching hard, feeling yourself gush around him. Euphoria washed over you, tingling through your limbs, as you felt like you were floating, Oberyn the only thing keeping you standing.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’m going to fill you with my come, make you drip with me,” he groaned.
“Yes,” you moaned.
He started chasing his own high, hips moving faster, his lips on your spine, hearing him grunting with the exertion. It wasn’t long that you felt teeth sink into your shoulder, his hips grinding as he came with a deep rumbling groan you could feel against your back. He spilled inside you, painting your insides as he kept moving, fucking it as deep as possible, until he finally stopped, his lips moving over your skin, kissing you while his hands rubbed along your sides.
It took you some minutes before you could speak.
“Your cock is as talented as ever,” you said, the sound coming out breathy.
He laughed, his hand coming up to turn your head, leaning in to kiss you at the odd angle.
“I’ll take you to bed and show you just how talented it is,” he said, looking you in the eye, his gaze showing the promise.
“I hoped you would.”
“First, I must tell you something, my love.”
You frowned.
“Post-sex confessions? I’m worried.”
“No, no, this is good news.”
“Okay..?”
“I’m retiring, of sorts.”
“You're forty-five.”
He frowned.
“It wounds me to hear it said out loud.”
“Oberyn, you’re still young and my god, you fuck like you’re in your twenties.”
That made him smile.
“A talented cock, you said.”
“And tongue,” you added. “While we’re at it, your fingers deserve some recognition, too.”
He moved a hand to your breast, rolling a pebbled nipple between said fingers and making you gasp, eyes closing for a moment.
“Mmm, yes, my fingers, too.”
“Oberyn,” you looked at him. “We’re getting sidetracked. What did you need to tell me that couldn’t wait for us to be in a location that wasn’t me naked and against a window?”
“Right, sorry, darling.” He gave you a sheepish smile. “I’m stepping down from my position at the winery for Doran’s daughter, Arianne, to take over. I’ll be more of a mentor for a few years, only helping when needed, and then I’ll fully retire.”
Your lips turned down in a frown, stomach beginning to twist.
“So, you won’t be traveling?”
If he didn’t travel, you wouldn’t see him.
His eyebrows furrowed.
“You are not understanding.”
“Then explain.”
“Work will be no more, and I can be with you. Go wherever you go,” he smiled.
Your eyes rounded.
“What about the girls?” You asked. He had his daughters.
“The older four are busy with their own lives, and the youngest split their time with Ellaria and me. They’ll be with me some of the time—is that okay?
He looked a little nervous, and you didn’t know why. You’d met his children on multiple occasions and loved them, dearly. Ellaria had even welcomed you with open arms, quite literally. They’d separated the year before Oberyn, and you met but still remained good friends and co-parents.
“Of course, that’s okay, Oberyn. I love them—you’re a package deal.”
He smiled brightly, and it took your breath away.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too. Wait, does this mean we’re dating?”
His eyebrows knit together, a confused look on his face.
“Is that not what we’ve been doing?”
You laughed.
“In our own way, I guess. It was a silly question.”
There’d been no one else since Oberyn, and you had a feeling there’d be no one after, either, because he was it for you.
Masterlist
Thank you for reading! If you’d like to be tagged in my fics, please fill out the form in my bio, on my masterlist, or just let me know!
Tagging: @belladipadellasblog @daddydindjarin @absurdthirst @kirsteng42 @littlemisspascal @athalien @thevoiceinyourheadx @elegantduckturtle @harriedandharassed @girlofchaos @mswarriorbabe80 @spanishmossmagnolia @star017 @javier-penas-wife @artsymaddie @hansolosleftbuttcheek @deadhumourist @pretty-brown-eyess s @hotchlover @lalalalemonade11 @eternallyvenus @allfoolsinluv @eppy816 @katareyoudrilling @babykangaemoji @punkerthanpascal @breezythesimp @grimeysociety @bruxasolta @peachyaeger @din-jarhead @lovesbiggerthanpride @loonymagizoologist @pinebeam @spacenerdpascal @padbrookcottage @karlawithacapitalk @trickstersp8 @that-friend-in-the-corner @iamskyereads @pedroswh0r3 @astravoyager @beskarprincessjenny @beecastle @manuymesut @alexxavicry @leithatnight
#pedro pascal#oberyn martell#oberyn martell x you#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn martell/reader#wheresarizonas follower celebration#wheresarizona writes
313 notes
·
View notes
Note
Together again?
Hi, Tonic! So I’ve started my NBA Player! Sam/ Celebrity of Some Other Kind! Bucky fic twice, and Together Again is the working title of the one I’ve written the most of, 2300 words so far. Anywho, the basic premise is Sam, Steve, & Bucky were childhood besties, Sam and Bucky were high school sweethearts, and college sweethearts too, but broke up when Sam decided to enter the draft. It was bad, and they haven’t spoken since. Here’s a snippet:
Bucky saw the name flashing on his cell phone and immediately answered.
“Hey, buddy,” he said, his smile evident in his voice. “What’s—
“Sam needs you,” Steve cut in, before he could get another word out.
Bucky’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart seemed to start beating in double time. Steve hadn’t done this in a while, years even. He used to do it a lot though: when wounds were fresh, and Bucky’s chest still felt cracked open, and Steve thought he could fix them and their relationship through sheer force of will and stirring speeches alone.
There was a good six month period immediately following their breakup when Steve brought Sam up every time he spoke to Bucky, even though he knew it was the last name his best friend wanted to hear. He eventually eased up, but he still didn’t quit altogether. Why would he? Steve had always been Sam’s & Bucky’s biggest supporter, from about five minutes after it became clear that Sam and Bucky were about to become Sam and Bucky. So, yeah, even when he quit campaigning for their reunion every day, he still managed to bring it up enough that Bucky eventually had to snap and tell him to knock it off before he and Steve ended up breaking up too.
Of course he hadn’t meant it. Bucky was realistic enough to know he wouldn’t ever stop being Steve’s friend anymore than he’d ever stop loving Sam. However, he couldn’t take the constant needling, and he would’ve said anything at that point to get it to stop, because just like he knew he’d never stop loving Sam, he knew they’d never be getting back together — not after the way it had ended, not after the awful things he’d said — and Steve’s constant harping didn’t do anything but remind him of that fact.
So, Bucky had crossed his fingers, gave Steve an ultimatum, and prayed that he wouldn’t call his bluff. In what Bucky could only call a miracle, Steve had given in, and promised not to mention Sam again, and he hadn’t… until now, years later.
“What happened?” Bucky asked, frantically, automatically fearing the worst. “Is Sam okay?”
Steve hesitated briefly, before responding. “Well, not really.”
12 notes
·
View notes
Note
Brain rot of Jace practicing high valyrian on ur clit🫶🫶🫶🫶that’s it ily!!!!
꒰ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ (I hope you enjoy this, nonnie, ilyt!!)
˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 469.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, drabble.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x (fem!)Reader
WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; slight profanity, slight praising, cunnilingus/oral sex (f receiving).
→ click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to March 1st.
“Ao sylutegon sīr sȳz,” (you taste so sweet.)
A reddish hue began forming on your thighs, along the marks of Jace’s fingers gripping them firmly, spreading your legs wide as his face was buried betweem your legs - his mouth overabusing your sensitive clit, as his fingers teasingly moved in and out of your entrance.
It had been a good idea, to tell Jace just how much you adored hearing him talk in High Valyrian. Perhaps he wasn’t yet properly good at it, but you were still delighted in having him practice with you. And what better idea he had, than to practice High Valyrian and eat you out all at once? Not only it was something that pleasured him, but overall it was a different type of experience that he knew you’d enjoy; and the eldest Velaryon was right.
“Fuck,” with soft pleas that escaped continously from your partly open lips, your hand found it’s way to his brunette hair, interwining your fingers on several strands and unconsciously burying his head deeper into your moist, stimulated pussy; moving your hips forwards to give him better access. “Iksā iā olvie sȳz riña, issi ao daor?” (you are such a good girl, aren’t you?) a proud grin grew at the corner of his plump lips, feeling his panting breath hit against your nub, increasing the speed of his fingers fucking you.
Wetness oozed from your cunt, coating his fingers, as his mouth occasionally drank from your own cum. “Kesan qogralbar ao tolvie tubis hae bisa, issa jorrāelagon.” (I will fuck you everyday just like this, my love). Your fingers gripped desperately from his hair, as his tongue flicked ravenously on your slick-coated folds, until his mouth found his way to nibble on your clit once again. A loud groan escaped deep from your throat, throwing your head back as a knot formed on your stomach, anticipating your release.
Briefly, his coffee eyes moved to stare at your expressions, taking pride in himself for how ruined he managed to get you - having you panting and begging for more. “Keep... Keep going,” you weakly encouraged, barely being able to form a coherent sentence, at the feeling of him stopping for a few seconds. He scoffed, widely grinning, as he lowered his face one again, placing gentle pecks all over your folds and slowly moving his fingers inside of you. “Ao hae ziry skori gaoman ziry hae bisa, gaomagon ao daor?” (you like it when I do it like this, don’t you?) he muttered, using his tongue to lap at your own fluids, that violently flowed out of you.
“Kostan hae sȳrī gaomagon bisa tolī jēdi lēda ao,” (I might as well do this more often with you), the eldest Velaryon whispered against your edging cunt, “Eminna jeme bantis mirre syt nyke, issa dōna.”
♡ taglist : ♡
@damatheirin @jacesvelaryons @capellaadara @kyuupidwrites @tchatso @mstxdes @valeriecash @cookielovesbook-akie @zzz000eee @bellarkeselection @feliuuuksks @visenya-reigned @maria699669 @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @sweethoneyblossom1 @jamiemydeer @snowprincesa1
#jacaerys velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon x reader smut#jace velaryon x reader#hotd x reader#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon x reader smut#hotd x reader smut#house of the dragon smut#hotd smut#jace velaryon smut#drabbles are open#amira’s 2300 followers celebration#I got inspired to write more while doing this huhuhu
647 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello there, I have not read the High Republic Phase II and I know it's not finished yet, but I've been a fan and enthusiast of Jedha since Rogue One and I heard that "The High Republic" had since expanded on the lore of the place by a whole lot.
I'm asking because I'm working on a TCW canon-divergent story where Ahsoka visits Jedha alongside the Martez sisters (to smuggle kyber crystals, that is) where they also meet Chirrut + Baze and I want to see whether I could add some of the new info from "The High Republic" for Jedha's worldbuilding.
For example (just from checking Wookieepedia), there's the Convocation of the Force where the major religions on Jedha have a representative, the Church of the Force now being a legit active and openly-practiced religion instead of the underground religious organization that started during the Galactic Empire era, so on and so forth.
I would like to hear your thoughts and opinions on Jedha as a whole, its religious organizations and its political background, because Wookieepedia could only tell so much. No pressure tho.
Have a nice day ahead and May the Force of Others be with you. :)
Thanks for the questions! Because you’re a big fan of Jedha lore (I also enjoy it), I highly recommend reading the first comic issues for THR Phase II if you have the time. You don't need to read any novels beforehand, and the issues so far all take place on - and are about - Jedha. If you're up for a novel, Path of Deceit explores the Path of the Open Hand's tenants and how that interacts with that of the Jedi. If not, continue below (I will be sharing some spoilers for the comics).
First, I'll go over the lore I learned from the comics. At a high level, Jedha (also called "The Pilgrim Moon" or "The Kyber Heart") is the bustling and diverse pilgrimage site referenced in R1. Jedha was once governed by the Jedi thousands of years ago. Of four Jedi statues built during that time, only one remains upright in the desert by 382 bby, according to Jedi Oliviah. By then, the Jedi "are just one group among many" in the city, and they "aren't always the most welcome" there, as Padawan Matty describes.
The Convocation's mission, according to Matty, is to open a dialogue between the faiths and prevent/mitigate religious conflict. Oliviah describes its purpose as "an advisory body designed to promote understanding between the various religious groups on Jedha ... a place for deliberation and debate ... where all are welcome." By 382 bby, conflict is seemingly coming to a head, based on the street fight, stolen artifacts (a major plot point in Path of Deceit), and outright violence within the Convocation's proceedings.
Various faiths devoted to the Force are present there, but not all are a part of the Convocation (this is a source of conflict). Some certainly are, but others avoid it, seemingly based on their position that the other faiths are so flawed in their understanding of the Force that there is no point to dialogue. For example, one of the Truthsayers of the Force believes "the Convocation has no authority here and no right to foisting their so-called celebration on us" (referring to the Festival of Balance).
Reverent sites include the Temple of the Kyber (home to ~2300 "works of sacred art"), Fountains of Plenty, Shrine of Sarrav, Temple of the Whills, and the Convocation Chambers. There are also major Force artifacts, including the Screen of the Second Sight (stolen from the Shrine).
Identified faiths/factions include:
Jedi
Bpfasshi Mystics (depicted as a scam artist)
Truthsayers of Bpfasshi
Followers of the Black Eye
Sorcerers of Tund (force users?)
Lonto
Guardians of the Whills
Disciples of the Whills
Fallanassi
Yacombe (force users)
Matukai
Church of the Force
Path of the Open Hand
There are some more specifics on some of the faiths, which I'm happy to describe, if you're interested. There's generally a lot still to be explained (we will have to wait for more comic issues and The Battle of Jedha on Jan. 3), but that's what I could glean so far. Without more info, I can't tell you exactly what the holy city looks like by The Clone Wars, but it doesn't seem like the Convocation is going to be around much longer if the fighting keeps up.
For my thoughts, I think Jedha is a fantastic location for further worldbuilding, and that's where THR is focusing for Phase II. It continues the long expansion of new faiths of the Force, which first included in canon (to my knowledge) the Nightsisters and Church of the Force. I think the widespread presence of the Jedi in the galaxy for thousands of years likely spawned these faiths (it’s much easier to believe in something when you can witness its majesty). Jedha seems to be the primary place for the convergence of these various faiths given that it has a strong connection to the Force and has the Convocation. It’s really interesting to see a holy location like this considering that most places in past media have just been Jedi temples or sites unknown to the public (also cool!).
Jedha is really important to the Jedi – that much is clear. Many Jedi seem to make the pilgrimage or think about doing so at this time; they have an active representative on the Convocation; they protect Force artifacts; and they generally seem to care about people's views on the Force. Moreover, I think the Jedi understand that Jedha is a confluence of passionate faiths, so conflict may brew without a watchful eye. There hasn't been much indication that the Republic cares much about Jedha, but that may change.
I'm predisposed to liking the Jedi's perspective on the Force over others, but I appreciate the other perspectives we've gotten so far. Some faiths believe non-use of the Force is imperative; others think the Convocation is silly; others believe the Force should be used "neutrally" (whatever that means); others are staunch advocates of the light side. I've always liked the Jedi because they aim to serve the galaxy by protecting life - and sometimes that necessarily means fighting against evil to preserve it. While I don't think the Force only speaks to the Jedi, other faiths also need protection to practice their beliefs - and without the Jedi, who seem to be the best at it, faith in the Force would (and does) die.
I also tend to like the Jedi because of my personal background. I've never been a religious person in the sense that I believe in a higher power, an afterlife, or in the need to attend a church. My main faith is in my moral convictions. I think that mortal people - and their collective material well-being - matter more than anything. I see in the Jedi beings who fight for their moral convictions, too, albeit with a religious bent (but who wouldn't be religious when you can use the Force, am I right?).
Anyway, I'm really excited to see more about Jedha's history and culture in future stories. It’s been a big part of Phase II and has made it all the better.
#jedha#the high republic#the high republic spoilers#high republic#high republic spoilers#jedi#the clone wars#tcw#rogue one#star wars comics#star wars comics spoilers#asks#star wars#my posts
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
Your Lips
Summary: Aloy sees Kotallo without his face paint for the first time and becomes a little obsessed.
Pairing: Aloy x Kotallo
Word Count: 2300
A/N: This was written for Day 1 of the Kotaloy Celebration Week 2023. The prompt was Kisses / First kiss / Stolen kiss / Familiar kiss.
It was all Kotallo’s fault.
Aloy had never had these kind of problems before he came into her life with his big beautiful eyes and his deep rumbling voice.
She’d worked really hard on getting her reactions to him under control. Making sure not to linger to long in his room when she went to talk to him, not getting caught up staring into his soulful eyes and restraining herself from reaching out and touching him. She might have slipped up once or twice but on the whole she’d been doing a good job.
Until late one night when she arrived back at the base, dirty and tired from clearing out yet another rebel camp, to find Kotallo sitting in the lounge area with a cup of tea in his hands.
“Aloy,” he greeted her, his voice washing over her like a gentle wave. “Welcome back.”
Aloy found herself unable to voice a response, her throat suddenly as dry as the desert. With all the time she’d spent - stealthily - looking at this man she’d thought she knew every inch of his face and yet here he was, his face completely void of the paint that usually graced his features and she found herself overcome with the realization of how unbelievably beautiful he was.
His skin seemed to glow with a golden hue, his eyes appeared even softer than usual and his lips… all mother save her, those lips. Surprisingly plump and tantalizingly rosy, the scar running through them emphasizing their shape. Aloy found herself overcome with the urge to feel them against her own.
“Would you like some tea?” he asked.
All she managed to utter was a low unintelligible grunt, but Kotallo was already rising and making his way towards the bar counter. Her mind was screaming at her to get the hell out of there before she did something stupid and yet she found herself following after him as if drawn by an invisible string.
He hand’s her a cup with tea, his fingers lightly brushing against her own causing a shiver to run along her spine. “Long day?”
“Yeah,” she croaked out, surprising herself with how husky her voice came out. “Rebels.”
“Hm,” he hummed, gazing at her with an intensity that usually would have made her try and divert his attention, but at the moment she was too occupied with the sight of his naked lips. She was so captivated that when he spoke it took her a moment to register what he’d said, distracted by the way his lips moved when he spoke. “You know if there’s ever anything I can assist you with you need only say the word.”
“Thanks Kotallo, that’s… I’ll keep that in mind.”
He smiled softly and Aloy almost feel out of her chair at the sight.
Kotallo reached out as if to steady her, but changed his mind at the last second, resting his forearm on the counter and leaning in to observe her closer. His smile had become replaced with a concerned frown. “It’s late. You should get some rest.”
She could have just agreed, told him that she was tired and fled to the safety of her room. But her attention was still on his mouth and at that moment she would have done anything to see that smile again. Her mind seemed to have completely short-circuited, it was the only reason she could think of that would explain what happened next.
She hadn’t realized she was tightly gripping onto the edge of the counter until she had to force herself to release it, reaching up with her right hand and softly caressing his lips with her fingers. It was almost as if time stood still, the only thing existing at that moment was the feel of his lips, warm and slightly chafed underneath her fingertips. She could have stayed in that moment forever, but when she gently pressed her thumb against his bottom lip Kotallo let out a sharp gasp.
Up until then he’d been completely still, almost as if he’d been holding his breath, and that slight reaction was enough to bring her out of the daze. She leapt backwards of the chair, barely managing to stay upright in her frenzy as she desperately tried to come up with an explanation, “I… there was something… on your lip that I… It’s gone now so… I’m going to go. To bed. To sleep. It’s late and I… Good night.”
In a move that might be the most cowardly thing she had ever done she turned and fled to her room before she could find out his reaction.
She tried to convince herself that it had just been a temporary lapse in judgment. She’d been tired, exhausted really, and she’d been taken by surprise of seeing Kotallo without his face paint. After a good night’s rest she felt confident she would be able to face him without further embarrassing herself.
Her conviction lasted for about five minutes.
Zo, Erend and Alva were eating breakfast when she came out to the common area. She bade them a good morning and had to stop herself from asking where Kotallo was. She didn’t have to wait long however, as he came out from his room a minute later.
He looked like his usual painted self and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then he smiled at her. It was just a quick stretch of his lips as he greeted them a good morning, gone almost as soon as it appeared, yet it was enough to knock the air from her lungs.
“Aloy, are you alright?” Zo asked, after a minute of her standing frozen to the spot.
“Yeah,” she answered automatically, her voice coming out hoarse. “I… have some errands I need to get done. I’ll be out for most of the day.”
“Ah, at least stay for breakfast,” Erend tried to persuade her.
But Aloy had already began walking backwards towards the west exit, shaking her head as she tried to muster an apologetic smile. “No, I… I’m not very hungry right now. I’ll eat something on the road.”
For the second time in as many days, Aloy turned tail and fled, needing to put as much distance between herself and the temptation of Kotallo’s lips as possible.
For the next five days she managed to keep herself from being in Kotallo’s presence for more than a handful of minutes. She got so many tasks that she’d been meaning to take care of done that she found herself with nothing on her to do list for the first time in years.
She considered heading out anyway, maybe go to Chainscrape and catch up with Petra, but the truth was that the solitude of the last few days was starting to grate on her. Avoiding Kotallo had meant avoiding the base and she missed spending time with her friends. She knew they in turn was missing her as well, Beta in particular had expressed disappointment that Aloy had barely been around lately. So it was with a nervous but determined stride that she walked into he common room that morning, only to be brought up short when Kotallo was the only one there.
“Morning Commander.”
“Good morning.” She hesitated for a split second, but she didn’t doubt Kotallo’s eagle eyes would have caught her hesitation, before continuing forward and joining him at the table. “Where is everyone?”
“Zo said the smell of the food was making her nauseous so she went outside to get some air. Erend left Hidden Ember early this morning, Beta is having her breakfast downstairs and Alva is spending a couple of days at Landfall.
“Oh.” They sat in silence for a while, Aloy nibbling on some bread while trying her hardest not to stare at Kotallo’s lips. Which was more difficult than one might assume since every time he took a bite of his food she found her gaze drawn to them.
Each time he took a bite of bread she imagined how those lips would feel if they were biting down on her own lips, every time he nibbled on a piece of fruit she imagined him grazing his teeth along her neck, and when a drop of juice dripped down the side of his mouth and he reached out with his tongue to lick it away she let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl.
His eyes snapped to meet hers, a heat in his gaze that made her dizzy. Or maybe that was because her breathing had gotten fast and short, as if she’d just gone head to head with a Scorcher.
“Aloy,” he groaned, and the sound seemed to shoot through her like a bolt of lightning.
She suddenly realized that she’d leaned in closer, his face now mere inches from her own, and if she just leaned a little further she’d be able to press her lips against his. “Kotallo,” she whimpered, suddenly desperate for him to either close the gap between them or push her away. Anything to free her from this trance she found herself in.
The sound of the east door opening cut through the silence that developed them and once again Aloy found herself leaping back, her chair falling to the ground in her haste to get away. Kotallo’s gaze was still firmly on her, but the heat in his eyes had been replaced by a sorrow that made her heart sink in her chest.
“Good morning, Aloy,” Zo greeted as she walked into the base. “I’m glad to see you’ve decided to join us once again.”
Aloy found herself unable to respond, her eyes still locked on Kotallo.
“Is everything alright?” Zo asked, her voice concerned.
“I… I’m sorry,” she choked out. Unable to stand the weight of Kotallo’s gaze and the feelings of guilt swelling up inside her she pushed past Zo, ignoring the other woman calling her name, and hurried down the east corridor and out into the chilly morning air.
She realized belatedly that she didn’t have any of her gear with her. Her bow, her spear and even all her shards were still in her room. But there was no way she could go back inside there now. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She just needed to find somewhere to go for the day, then she could sneak back into the base after dark and get her things and then-
The door opened behind her.
The heavy footsteps told her who it was without her needing to turn around and her body felt frozen in place, afraid to as much as let out a breath.
“Aloy,” Kotallo breathed, his voice pleading.
Helpless to deny him anything, she steeled her nerves and forced herself to turn around and face him. Seeing him standing there was like a punch to the gut. He seemed to tower over her and it felt like his dark eyes could see right through her.
“Kotallo…” her voice trailed off on the wind. What could she possibly say to explain herself.
“I owe you an apology.”
It took a second for his words to sink in and when they did she couldn’t make sense of them. Why was he apologizing? She was the one who had been acting irrational and behaving inappropriately. “What?”
“I’ve clearly made you uncomfortable with my conduct.”
Aloy blinked. Then for variety she blinked again. “What?”
Kotallo tilted his head, furrowing his brow and narrowing his eyes in confusion. “You’ve been avoiding me for days, ever since that night when…” he trailed of and it was difficult to see behind his face paint but it almost looked as if he was blushing. “Clearly I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“What? No! Kotallo-” Without thinking she reached out to him, wanting to reassure him. Realizing what she’d done she quickly dropped her hand, swallowing down the sudden lump in her throat. She had to tell him the truth, no matter how mortifying it was going to be. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me, I… I can’t stop thinking about… kissing you.”
It felt like an eternity were all he did was stare at her, his eyes boring in to hers. Her face felt like it was on fire and she suspected it was as red as her hair, but she forced herself to hold his gaze.
Then, slowly, he took a step closer.
Then another. And another. Until finally his face was a mere breath away from hers.
He reached up to gently run his thumb across her lips, a feather light touch that made her heart beat wildly in her chest. He moved his hand to cup her cheek, leaning in until his lips were almost against her own and whispered, “Permission granted.”
He had barely gotten the words out before Aloy leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
At first their lips only brushed lightly against each other’s, Aloy’s eyes slipped close as Kotallo’s mouth moved softly against hers.
She hears herself let out a moan and Kotallo’s mouth becomes more urgent, his hand moving to tangle in her hair. Using his grip to tilt her head ever so slightly he takes her bottom lip between his, gently sucking. She lets out a whimper and parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Kissing him was like. . . Aloy didn’t have the words to express it.
When he eventually pulled away he rested his forehead against hers. He was breathing heavily, his gaze flitting from her lips to her eyes. “Will that be enough to satisfy your curiosity? he asked, a smirk on his kiss swollen lips.
Several smart retorts came to her mind, as well as some heartfelt ones. But in the end she decided that her mouth - and his too - would be far better occupied with things that didn’t involve talking.
#kotaloy celebration week#aloy x kotallo#kotaloy#horizon forbidden west#kotaloy fanfic#my fanfic#your lips
10 notes
·
View notes
Note
Mystery you should draw something to celebrate your 2300 followers (in reference to your milestone post)
👉🥺👈
I do have a doodle that I did last night… maybe…
#It’s for a completely different AU but I could post it if you’re interested#mystery anon#off topic#Inbox open#Does anyone even like it when I do art anymore? Genuinely curious because I feel like I get mixed messages
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello and how are you?
Happy Storyteller Saturday NL! c:
If there was one thing in your stories or writings that could be the foundation of familiarity for your fans, what do you think it would be? Is there a character that you would love to one day hear people instantly know comes from you? Is there a thought/trope that you would want others to associate you with?
Anything that, if you could choose to, would be what makes people think: "Ah, that's NL! Would recognize that thought anywhere!"
The Not Yet Dead Author, @365runesofwriting
Hello Natsume! I'm doing well. Just trying to plan a celebration as I am over a follower milestone. Also, trying to finish up the asks I got sent today for STS, so I can focus more on Pale Fire's character page, as well as the Pinterest page for Cold as Ice.
I'm going to break this up into parts, as that is easier for me to tackle longer questions. I may ramble a bit or two.
If there was one thing in your stories or writings that could be the foundation of familiarity for your fans, what do you think it would be?
I was actually thinking about this today, as I had another writeblr ask something similar today. As I was working on Pale Fire's character page and adding the description for my protagonist, I realized that all three protagonists for all three WIPs have foster families.
This will be the case in the final trilogy set in the Planes of Existence. Laelithra is the protagonist of that one, and while she is a priestess of Amés and actually the god's true love, she still visits her foster family. Laelithra's backstory is kind of inspired slightly by Aerith of Final Fantasy 7. She's wholesome and pure and doesn't deserve what is going to happen to her.
Is there a character that you would love to one day hear people instantly know comes from you?
This would be Amés. He is the vener (god) of life and love. More precisely, he oversees passion and physical desire.
Amés was the first god that was born in the Ven Plane, and as such, he is known as the king of all gods. The first born veneri live in a capital called Yiran. Yiran is a large capital, spanning more than 1/2 of the Plane. Blue misty skyscrapers dot the landscape.
Everything that has happened in the trilogies associated with Flight of the Dragon and Cold as Ice was orchestrated by Amés. He would appear to Brennan in a human vessel and hold him to his family's divine duty. It is Amés who is influencing Cyras and Vaene through a scrying pool from the ven plane. He needs them to bear a child, but they do fall in love on their own volition.
Why does he need a child? Amés has seen a vision of the apocalypse twice. In the first vision, it is the ruin that is left behind by the Endless Hunger. He senses the child of prophecy being born and interferes, but as he tells Brennan, he can't interfere more as he already has done too much. In exchange for the dragon's accept, Amés offers Brennan the option of living in an afterlife of his choosing with his life mate.
This doesn't come to pass, as Alystin passes away long before Brennan. Brennan is already 1200 at the time of Flight of the Dragon. There is about 2300 years between FOTD and Faith's Fall (which is the first book of the end trilogy). Brennan has spent all that time without Alystin, causing him to go mad and curse Amés.
The second time is when the vener of war Vittore comes to earth and is set upon destroying Cirel, the planet where the novels take place. Amés' has achieved what he set out with Cyras and Vaene, and he escapes the Ven Plane and is born upon the Arathean Plane. He is named Sandric.
The Olessan Empire is in its downfall, a far cry from what my readers will see in Cold as Ice. It actually is destroyed by Vittore and forces Sandric to flee. He has no destination and is fleeing from the destruction.
This is where he meets Laelithra. Sandric is smitten with her, but she isn't.
Sandric actually goes through a lot for Laelithra. He goes to the Death Plane to rescue her. Laelithra really opens him up to something he has never felt before.
Is there a thought/trope that you would want others to associate you with?
This is such a wonderful question, Natsume. It's one I haven't really thought of before.
As I write dark fantasy, there are some common tropes associated with it. I think the one that I would want associated with me is that humans are the real monsters. I hope that it serves as a cautionary tale.
Cirel is a horrible world to live in. The monarchy is corrupt. Yes, there are scary creatures and gods associated with the world, but the real spotlight is on humanity. The Olessan Empire isn't a wonderful place. Poverty is on the rise. The Dregs (the slums district) isn't even in the city. They are pushed up against the Olessan Forum's retaining wall.
Things often go wrong, and when they do, they go very wrong. The nastiness of the world often pits characters against each other, and it tears apart innocence.
For example, I often bounce ideas initially off my husband. There is a character there named Camila in Cold as Ice. She is the daughter of Cyras, the protagonist. He told me that Camila is too pure for that world. She is, and through her tribulations, she will become hardened like her mother.
Thanks again for the wonderful questions, @365runesofwriting. They made me really think about the world itself and how it would relate to my readers. Hope you are doing well.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Back at it again on this Monday my friends. How are you all, I hope you're doing well. May your day and week ahead send you only much love and good vibes 💗.
Do me a favor and use the the link below and check me out on my other social's. Mainly my Patreon and YouTube channel. Head on over and show them some love. Also, if you or anyone you know us un need of a proofreader/editor feel free to leave me at the email below. I'm accepting clients. It's first come first serve especially with folks returning to classes. School is in session.
Now, here are my thoughts on the questions I asked last week...
Tuesday, Name the Story
1. Gone with the Wind
2. Through the Looking Glass
3. The Catcher in the Rye
4. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
5. Persuasion
Thursday, Thought Provoking Questions
36. My Las major accomplishment was feeding some of my poetry published a few years back.
37. Through all of life's twists and turns my awesome mom and brother have been there for me every step of the way.
38. The only one that's truly been distracting me is me lol.
39. In this upcoming week I’m looking forward to possibly celebrating 2300 followers on my blog.
40. I really wouldn't say I've had a mentor in a really long time. But, I have learned a lot from very important people close to me.
Sunday, Quick Shot
Just my opinion, I see Netflix bring a thing maybe for a few more years but not so much after that. It may still be around but it won't be used or talked about as high as it once was. It's already on the decline and has been for years. I think it will be at the bottom of the list soon if not already for go to streaming services in the near future.
Have a blessed day my Lovelies.
Stay safe and well InterWorld 💗.
Click on this link and join me on all of my social media https://linktr.ee/Mleighqs
Check out my YouTube Channel and become a $1 patron and support my work
Message me at [email protected] if you are in need of a proofreader/editor
#tumblrcommunity#interworld#weeklyanswers#mlanswers#answersgiven#namethestory#thoughtprovokingquestions#quickshot#muchlove
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
musclelover13256
Untitled
pissfartboy
pissfartboy
moandotwav
🙟 dippe shitte 🙝
sameanko
Sameanko portfolio
