Thinking about the fact Minthara is from house Baenre
How well does she know Jarlaxle Baenre, if at all?
I need to know how closely related they are, for science. Are they just cousins? Siblings? Nephew? Aunt? Great grandniece twice removed? What's the familial tie here?
Both Minthara and Jarlaxle hail from The most powerful and influential house within Menzoberranzan. The cream of the crop of Lolthite cruelty.
Jarlaxle chose to start the Bregan D'aerthe, a merchantile and mercenary group largely consisting of houseless or disgraced male drow, but even while leading a band of mercs all trying to escape the thumb of the Lolthite matriarchy, they were directly funded by House Baenre. They still served the first house of Menzoberranzan with the commerce they brought in.
Minthara went to confront the absolutists for having the audacity to send their proselytizers to her people only to be infected and brainwashed herself. If it weren't for the absolutists and Orin she probably would have never left the Underdark or her house.
Realistically Minthara and Jarlaxle never met or crossed paths in person even while part of the same house, since a house of such power and importance probably has Quite a big family tree to form its ranks. They probably definitely know of each other, at least hear about in passing. Minthara having never met Jarlaxle would still know of the Bregan D'aerthe and the trade they brought via her house.
Gale of Waterdeep probably is blissfully unaware how close he was to another Baenre, since Jarlaxle set up his merc group in Waterdeep and Luskan among other places in the underbelly of the Sword Coast. Waterdeep Dragon Heist has him as one of the possible antagonists and his whole plan was to use the money from the heist to bribe his way into governmental power in Luskan and the Lord's Alliance.
I think it would've been cool to have banter between Minthara and Gale of him mentioning Waterdeep and Minthara telling him her cousin Jarlaxle has a foothold there and that his merc group has a history of smuggling Netherese artifacts. Food for thought.
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It's so funny to me to see thirst traps of Vash and Wolfwood on Youtube, and I can't help but marvel at how two people can look at the same character and have completely different interpretations (positive).
Like sure, I can understand people thinking Wolfwood, maybe, being all suave and getting people pregnant with a smirk and a devilish look and what have you, yadda yadda. He has the tall, dark, and handsome formula working in his favour. I get it.
But, to me those two are so pathetic in my head that the idea of them successfully flirting without someone just taking pity on them and giving them a chance is absolutely laughable. Somehow, I built this narrative in my head of them both just being these sad, wet losers, and I'm beginning to realize I may be in the minority here, and it's the funniest thing ever to me.
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tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.
word count: 1k
sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.
however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.
suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now—his mouth won’t stop.
“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.
“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.
“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”
your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.
“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”
as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.
the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.
the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.
“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.
when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.
“oh here?”
“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.
“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.
when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.
his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.
“fuck baby—“
“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”
when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.
running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.
“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.
“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.
“you mean you squirted?”
“not the point!”
note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.
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