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Miguel O'Hara x Cheated on!fem Reader
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT at the end, bit of angst, fluff, adult situations. Cheating, divorce.
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Summary: Miguel can't stand watching you being neglected by your husband.
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If there was something Miguel hated, was life being too generous upon those that didn't deserve it, not even the slightest. Meaning, a dickhead for a coworker and sadly, your husband.
How could such a guy like him ended up with a sweetheart like you was beyond him, The man was apathetic, little to no charm, rude and an absolute bastard.
"She's uh, my wife." He had said flatly. Your name felt like sandpaper on his tongue as it rolled out of it while introducing you to the rest at a small party at Alchemax.
Miguel had noticed the little stab of hurt crossing your angelic face. He wanted to punch him straight in the face, even some of the other couples had noticed the small tension. But you just stood there, trying to give your best smile. The golden band around your finger and the loving stare your eyes casted on your husband was a clear 'Don't even try it' for him.
But for once, Miguel didn't care.
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He didn't exactly know how the crush on you had started. At first he thought that was just him feeling lonely and that his eyes wandered too much. But when you visited, lunch bag in hand, looking for your husband only to give him a bedazzling smile upon seeing him, and he receiving you with a tight-lipped smile, made his heart to break a little more.
"Hey" You were about to kiss him but he just backed away.
"I'm working."
"Alright, alright. See you later?"
He just gave a quick nod and put the lunchbox on his desk. There wasn't love in his goodbye kiss, Miguel noted. Once you were out, he rummaged through its contents while rolling his eyes.
He looked around and spotted Miguel with a mug on his hand.
"Hey, pal." He called and offered him.
"Want some?" Miguel seized him from head to toes but just nodded. It felt the only way that he could have a bit of you at the moment.
"Take whatever you like. Wife always goes overboard with food." Miguel took the small dessert container. It tasted divine. It only matched your own sweetness.
Lucky Bastard.
Oh he was. His eyebrows pressed together as he kept giving away all the food you had so dotingly prepared him.
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"Can we talk about this later? You can't just keep visiting me every time you feel so"
"But you keep forgetting lunch at home, can't leave you like-"
"It's fine really, we have vending machines here." Your husband grumbled, but you couldn't help but hold the lunchbox tightly against your arms.
"I see. Sorry." You gave him a small smile, "See you later?"
"Im busy today. Might get a couple hours late. Don't wait for me."
You just nodded as Miguel jaw tensed.
How dared he?
You left.
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You had bumped into him at the supermarket on a weekend. Your cart was full of food, food that would end up in his hands and the rest of the team but never in your husband's mouth.
"Miguel, right?"
He nodded as he pulled some items for himself in his basket.
"Thanks for helping me." you smiled, his heart thumped harder.
"Where is..." He cleared his throat and you looked up at him.
"My husband? Oh, he said he had an extra shift today. Working in Alchemax surely is hard, I mean, I try to make it less... bad for him."
Miguel's mind was sneering, not at you but at the fake pretense of a hard working man the son of a bitch had put up with you. He knew the truth, he knew your husband only went there, did things wrong and half assed, and lately he had been flirting shamelessly with a lab technician from the upper floor.
His hatred for the man only grew, just as his admiration for you. What truly made you marry someone like him? That's the biggest question he had so far.
"I'm kind of nervous, today's our anniversary. I wanna surprise him with something" Your cheeks tinted red.
God you were killing him. He wanted to grab you gently by your shoulders, and say 'I can be better' cause of course he could, he was. You'd never have to settle for less with him.
'I appreciate you' cause he did, unlike the fool you had married. 'You'd never have to beg me' because in truth, he was already at your feet.
But you weren't his. Not yet.
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Sighing, Miguel put the lab test equipment away, then headed for the main office to get a couple more samples of a liquid he tried, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight.
Legs wrapped around a man's waist, as his pants were down at his ankles. The woman shrieked once she noticed Miguel standing there with a frown and disgusted face. Miguel’s anger froze when the man next to her turned to be none but your husband.
The man recoiled to himself upon Miguel glaring holes his way.
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His shoulder was poked by none other that the cheating pig.
"Uh, hey. Can we.... Can you, I mean-"
He stumbled on his words, Miguel towered over him, his eyes belittling him. He was bold.
"You saw nothing, yeah?"
And oh so phony. Disgusting.
Miguel just went back to his work.
It was the last straw.
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To his surprise you were sitting on a café, puffy and tear crusted eyes staring into nothingness, a phone on your hands. You knew.
He didn't know whether to approach you, or just leave you be. As much as he wanted you, he knew that coming at you in your most vulnerable state would not only make a bad impression oh him, but he didn't want to act like a vulture, looming over your broken heart for him to take.
He approached carefully.
"Hey"
"Miguel..."
"Are you okay?"
Your eyes avoided him.
"May I sit?"
You nodded with a hiccup and he offered you his handkerchief, fresh hot tears spilled in the soft fabric. His chest constricting at the sight.
"He cheated on me."
Much to your dismay, he knew. Of course, he wanted to tell you, but knowing how careless your husband acted, it was a matter of time for you to discover the cheating.
"I'm really sorry to hear that."
Shaking your head, you sniffed
"He has been doing this for months. Should've... saw this coming. I mean... I found so many pictures of a woman and... God"
He was pretty sure that he would punch the man next time he'd see him.
"He never came home to our anniversary, but even way before that. He just... I wasn't enough."
He frowned and took your hand softly.
"Stop. Cheating is a personal choice, guapa. You can't blame yourself for other's choices. He decided to do so, to trash away his marriage. It has nothing to do with you."
"Maybe if... I was-"
"No. You're... you're perfect. Puta madre, you're more than perfect. He's a lucky bastard just to have you. And... If I was him-"
He stopped his words and pursed his lips. You didn't need this. He'd have to be patient. You stared at him gently.
"I'll file for a divorce. He's barely coming home anyways and... that pretty much says on it's own that is over."
Miguel just nodded.
"Might celebrate it." You chuckled after wiping your tears.
"Can I ask you something?"
Again, you nodded.
"I know it's none of my business but, I'm just genuinely curious as to why you'd marry him?"
"Impulsiveness, I guess." you shrugged, your hand resting some inches away from his.
"He just proposed one day out of the blue, we had been dating for six months. Don't... don't look at me like that. I know it was stupid." you groaned.
"It's alright. You thought it was love." His hand inched closer, you nodded.
"We had our problems. A lot, actually. But... instead of speaking things like a fucking adult, he went on cheating."
"Mira, guapa... yo" He trailed off unsure of resisting any longer, his resolution to wait vanishing, "I know that this is a really bad time for you and-"
"Please... don't. Miguel I-"
"Just listen, ok? Please?" His hand finally took yours gently.
"I know this is the least of things you need right now, but... You have no idea how... how perfect you are. I always saw you visiting him, being loving, and he just threw all that away. He lost you. You're way too much for him."
Your body tensed upon sensing where this was going. Of course you weren't ignorant, you'd notice the glances he would give your way, the yearning in his eyes every time you kissed or acted like lovesick fool with your glacial husband.
" Let me show you, how would I treat you, if you were mine."
"Miguel, I don't want to-."
"Let me take you to dinner. If you don't like anything and I mean it, anything, I'll stop and leave you be. Just a dinner. Hell, you could ramble about him for hours and I'd just be happy for you to be there."
You sighed, it was a rather simple choice to say yes or no. There was nothing that actually tied you to your ex husband now. Just a very skewed moral code.
" Just a dinner. "
His heart fluttered and he nodded
"Just a dinner and I'll drop you home."
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Miguel helped you out of his car, eyes drinking in your form. He would be lying if he said that he didn't feel jealous of the dress you were wearing, snugging all your curves in the right spots, just a tiny thing to make your own beauty to stand out even more. Gorgeous, flawless, divine and perfect.
You gasped at the location
"Are you sure this is the place? It's quite expensive."
Your concern was endearing, he offered you his arm and guided you inside.
"You're worth it, princesa."
The place seemed like being inspired from an old movie, elegant, classic and of course fancy. Never in your life your ex husband would actually treat you to places like these. His card would explode, he said once. Other places were good, but this was in a whole new level of luxury.
Miguel held the chair for you, and you sat, he followed.
"This place is gorgeous." He chuckled and took your hand to kiss your soft knuckles.
"Just like you."
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Time flew, the night had been to your surprise one of the best things that you have experienced. You had tasted things that didn't know existed, Miguel had fed you the dessert, pampering you to no end. The wine was delicious.
As night advanced, his little touches had turned more and more risqué, his fingers would take a taste of your exposed thigh skin, your hands would brush his, fiery and small caresses that sparked a silent yet mutual fire.
Once home you couldn't get your hands out of eachother. He had to be careful to not rip your dress to bits, he needed you. The wet kisses in your neck and his wandering hands all over your heated body the proof of it. When was the last time that someone touched you like this?
Not even him, the man that oathed to love you and be with you through thick and thin. A gentle rub on your clit by expert fingers made you forget about him. Lock his memory in a vault and you'd throw the key somewhere. Your hips would buck against his hand, rolling on waves after waves of pleasure.
"He didn't touch you?" You shook your head as your mouth gaped open.
"When was-"
"Shut up." you moaned breathlessly. An I don't know nor care.
Your body responded so well too him, be the need you tried to sate with your own hands, or the loneliness that had made you so desperate that had you squirming and soaked and he was only using his hands so far. With Miguel, things felt differently. He did things differently. And different was good. So so good.
His hunger for you shown and conveyed in every caress and touch he gave you. He was gentle enough for his desire to permeate your skin. You didn't feel alone. You felt needed. Loved even. There was no turning back once you discarded all the clothes on both ends.
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Opposite to what you believed, your heart wasn't flooding with guilt. No.
There were no longer what ifs and what not constantly echoing in your brain. There was no longer that constricting sensation in your chest you always had. No more uncertainty. You were free.
Last night Miguel, whose arms cradled your form to be snuggled in his chest and his thigh hooked on your hip, hoarding you. As if fearful you'd go away, had made you experience a whole new concept of pleasure. Your body soared in bliss, you were glowing, He had given you climax after climax, making every single one of them more shattering and intense than the other.
That's all you wanted really. Feel at ease and blissful. Miguel had given you that and more. More than you actually ever though deserving. It was just a matter of time that you'd finally take him whole.
You wanted him. His kindness, his care, his love, his grumpyness during mornings, the way he cursed in spanish whenever he'd stub his toe in the nightstand. You wanted it all.
Of course you had filed for a divorce as soon as you could, your husband was more than happy to comply. He hadn't been home for a while, Miguel even told you that he had quitted. It was as if the universe was removing him from your life ever since you started with Miguel a couple months ago.
But none of that mattered. Not when he had plopped you down to bed, hands holding a firm grip in your sweaty and smooth skin, hips straddling yours and plowing into you from behind, prone bone position. His hips buried himself deep, hitting that spot over and over. He wasn't gentle, but that's just exactly how you liked it.
Before you could actually reach the stars he flipped you over, your thighs resting ontop of his. He sheathed once more inside. Your phone buzzed.
You growled in annoyance, Miguel sighed. A number you knew all too well. Finally you'd get the news you so needed to hear.
"Y-Yeah?" Miguel smirked as he held your thighs together and pushed in further, his tip kissing your cervix so deliciously you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. The little baby bump in your abdomen barely noticeable.
"Shit's done. Papers are signed."
There was a bit of rustling and the clinking of glass. By his tone, you knew he was getting drunk, celebrating. Miguel took the phone and put it on speaker.
"Ya know? I'm glad I did. Couldn't stand you, nagging all the time. But I'm a free man now, baby." His gulping, something you secretly hated, could be heard on the other line.
Miguel frowned and spreaded your legs once more.
"You there?" Your ex chuckled, "It's okay if you're crying, won't judge"
So so annoying.
A smirk appeared on your face as Miguel focused the camera on your body. He then turned the video call on. The man's face instantly fell upon watching you bouncing on a cock that surely put his to shame. Spine arching, breast jiggling and mouth spewing the lewdest of moans and needy whimpers he hsd ever heard from you. One tan hand secured you in place, preventing you from squirming too much.
"Sorry, pal." He grunted as he started to ram his hips in abandonment, making your toes curl. Your face and body said it all. The video image shaking at his thrust
"Just like that, bonita?" You choked a sob as he went balls in deep, nodding and begging him for him to not stop.
"She's busy." He hung up the call before the man could say anything and tossed your phone somewhere in the bed.
You felt so good, perfect for him, And now you were all his.
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u asked for smutty thoughts abt miguel o'hara? squirting. there's not enough content about him reacting to/making reader squirt and it's honestly a little tragic
oh my god. yes. please. I need this, like right now. we need more of him and squirting, it's not tragic anon...it's a crime!
pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader
warnings || smug obviously, squirting, oral (f receiving), Miguel being a menace, overstimulation if you squint
note || send more, I need more of Miguel! that man is a walking sin, please comment/reblog and follow!
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Pleasure, pleasure was the only thing you could feel. Miguel lapped on your cunt like a starved man, his hands gripping your thighs.
Your hands were threaded into his brown locks, holding onto them for support. He pushed in as deep as possible, concentrating on curling his tongue against your sensitive spot which had your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“You taste amazing, cariño,” he mumbled into your drenched cunt, face glistening with your juice. Miguel pressed his thumb on your bundle of nerves, drawing tight circles.
Wanting to buck your hips up against him but being quickly shut down by the hungry man between your legs, “you stay right here,” he ordered.
A tight knot formed in your body, one you couldn’t quite place as it wasn’t the usual orgasm feeling. No, it felt stranger but still like a feeling that needed relief and just as the thought of relief crossed your mind your juice spilled out against Miguel’s face.
You didn’t react, you didn’t know what had just happened, your mouth was wide open and everything that came from your mouth was a loud moan. The feeling of finally letting go overtaking you.
Miguel looked at you with pure adoration, “mierda,” he groaned, continuing working on your cunt. It was pure heaven for him, you tasted divine to him and he could never get enough.
"Making such a mess for me cariño," he said with a smirk. Your moans had turned into cries and tears streamed down your cheeks. Everything was too much, Miguel didn't stop his movements.
If anything you squirting spurred him on, "Miguel, fuck," you nearly screamed when you felt the feeling again.
Your mind was too hazy to know what you did, you only knew how good it felt. The burning sensation made you tighten your walls around Miguel's tongue. Said man knew exactly what was about to happen again.
Pulling away from your cunt he replaced his tongue with his fingers. Instead his mouth latched onto your thigh, sucking on your skin.
Your whole body twitched, back arching, hands gripping the sheets. God, you couldn't string one thought. Miguel saw it on your face, the way your eyes scrunched together, lips parting to release each cry.
He could swear it was the most beautiful sight he ever saw, but he needed you to squirt again. Needed to taste you once more.
Without hesitation he bit into your thigh, with his sharp fangs. No venom was to come from them, but oh, how you loved the pain they brought you, practically thriving in it.
"Miguel, please, I-," you were never able finish that sentence as your second orgasm washed over you. "Look at you," Miguel whispered as he watched your juice spraying from your cunt. He pushed his mouth back on your cunt, making sure to catch every last drop.
"Yes, yes, make a mess of my face cariño," you couldn't even hear him, your ears felt numb, your body filled with exhaustion, "just like that," he mused, his cock now rock hard from the sight of you.
"I need to make you squirt every time now, cariño," he told you proudly.
You mumbled something that no one could understood, too fucked out by him. However he didn't care, no he hosted you up on his lap. Your sensitive cunt hitting his cock, "god, Miguel." A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, "there is no god cariño, only me and I'm gonna have you squirting till the sun rises."
That was a promise he intended to keep…and did.
and I —
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godly bonding day / platonic! hera x poseidon & percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.
a / n : people should give more about hera and her other siblings other than z*us fr. and call me crazy or whatever but i've always thought hera married the wrong brother 🤞🏻
warnings : hera apologist right here, poseidon and hera being sweet siblings, zeus cheating, maybe swearing
"alright mom, that's it," you said, holding both of your mother's hands. "we're having a selfcare day together."
hera sniffed, looking at you with teary eyes. zeus once again cheated on your mother, and the gossip spreads around olympus very quick. specially when your mother has little spies that follows zeus' every movement.
instead of taking revenge -simply because she was sick of it-, your mother called you to olympus for cheering her mood. and well, maybe you reminded her the revenge she took from zeus.
"selfcare day?" hera asked, tilting her head. the goddess and queen of heavens was so vulnerable in front of you. and it made you think like she was a normal mother, who was crying because of her husbands betrayal. "what is that?"
"i'll call percy and we'll take you to new places in the mortal world," you said, smiling at her. the goddess sat straight, considering the idea. "who knows? maybe he'll bring poseidon!"
hera smiled at the mention of her favorite brother. "oh i love poseidon! he's the dearest to me." you nodded at her comment, caressing her knuckles. "i know mom. today is your day, we can't let a man ruin your mood, not anymore."
hera wiped away her tears as she smiled. "oh my lovely daughter, you're so kind to me."
"of course mom," you smiled. "come on, let's go."
🦚
while you waited percy to call you to say the suprise were ready, you and hera visited multiple shops and places. hera appearently loved iced americano with chocolate chip cookies. and she loved the style old money, since she had to change her clothes to more comfortable ones.
now you guys headed to some old but vintage beach, were percy and poseidon were waiting.
hera took a sip from her third iced americano, smiling at the taste. "i sure want these in olympus," she said, stopping to take off her shoes. "their taste is amazing."
you did the same as you took a sip from your own coffee, taking the shoes inside of your bag. "i know right?" you said as the smell of the salt water started to fill your nose.
you both heard percy and poseidon talk pationetly about something, but they stopped and smiled the moment they saw you.
"hey baby," percy said, hugging your waist and kissing your cheek. you hugged him back with your free arm, smiling immediatly. "hi!"
"poseidon!" hera cheered next to you, running on the sand to hug her brother. poseidon laughed and picked hera up in his arms, turning around with her. "hera, my lovely sister!" he cheered back. "good to finally see you on the mortal world!"
"thanks to my daughter," hera answered, finally standing on her foot but still not letting poseidon go. "she helped me open my eyes."
you blowed a kiss to her as you stand next to percy, your arm still lazily hanged around his neck.
"well sister!" poseidon said, turning her around to walk around the beach. "let's have some dinner eh?"
🦚
who would've thought god of the sea made the best meal?
you all eated happily together, which was a weird sight. you and percy never thought your godly side of the family would bound this much. but well, maybe they needed a little courage.
you and percy insisted on washing the dishes, letting the divine siblings have their moment. they eventually agreed, leaving you both.
you washed the plates and handed them to percy to dry, while watching your parents laugh together from the window.
"i thought hera would never smile," percy grinned, drying some plate you gave him. you washed a fork, chuckling. "that's because she has the worst husband."
poseidon picked hera up and throw her on his shoulders, running around on the beach like two little kids. some thunders appeared but the siblings didn't cared, laughing like crazy. you and percy started laughing with them behind the window, getting happier each second.
"she really needed that." you said quietly, giving the last spoon to percy. you closed the water and percy finished drying up the spoon, putting back to it's place.
"believe me, he needed that too." percy said, stading behind you and hugging your waist. you gladly appreciated the love, hugging back his arms and resting your head against his cheek.
poseidon finally put down hera but the siblings hugged eachother, hera's laughter echoing through the beach. the lightning get really loud, but the siblings made a middle finger to the sky, clearly saying 'i don't give a fuck about you!' to their most annoying brother.
you smiled. "appearently gods need to have a bonding day too." percy nodded, kissing on top of your head.
"siblings are siblings everywhere after all." he whispered, and you chuckled.
#uh i didnt really like this but STAND HERA AND POSEIDON SIBLINGHOOD!!!#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#percy jackson series#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson imagine#percy jackson headcanon#pjo show#pjo tv show#perseus jackson x you#percy x you
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Hi! I’m the same anon that asked for Apollo and here’s my request!
We know that many Goddesses are thirsty for Apollo, except for one Goddess (the reader) who draws his interest. For some reason, it excites him that she isn’t like the others and he tries to catch the reader's attention himself, but the reader gets extremely shy and sometimes runs away whenever he does, but they end up together? The idea sounded better in my head, but you can spice it up however you like. Of course, take your time when you can write this! No rush! 🫶
I see what you’re saying anon 🎀 and I hope I see the vision.
The grain princess and the god of sunlight.
An unlikely attraction between two divine beings.
The sun was rising in Valhalla, which meant it was time for the grain princess and her mother to start working. The two had their own restaurant in Valhalla, a famous and well known restaurant, and in the early morning the two loaded up the grain in their own grain field onto a very wide and long cart pulled by horses.
Today, was a bit different.
Today (Name) had to pick and load up the grain by herself while her mother was already at the restaurant making food, seeing as how the weekends were busier than normal. Besides, one day (Name) would be queen of the grain and this was the first step.
However, (Name) noticed there was a little spot where the grain wasn’t doing so well. (Name) was able to come to the conclusion that the wheat needed more sunlight.
“I’ll have to tell mother about this.”
“Perhaps, it would be better to tell me. Princess.”
Hearing the familiar voice made (Name)‘s heart beat fast, her face hot and her mind spinning. Turning around she indeed saw the handsome and beautiful god Apollo with a smile on his face.
She’s not like everyone else.
The two had a interesting history together.
Apollo, the beautiful and talented god of the sunlight had affection towards someone other than himself, the grain princess herself, (Name). Yet, while the feeling was mutual (Name) couldn’t bring herself to look at him from being flustered much less talk to the god much. However, Apollo was the opposite in every way as he loved to look at her and he loved to talk to her.
“Morning, Apollo. What brings you here?!”
“Why, the little plants cried out to me and told me that they needed sunlight. So, I decided to show up.”
Beaming brightly, Apollo confidently spoke to the goddess as she bashfully looked away trying to calm her wildly beating heart and walking away. Apollo, was used to this behavior it was something he liked about her.
“The plants do need sunlight.”
“Oh, (Name). Look, the grain is doing better. See?”
Yes.
Apollo, didn’t mind gently grabbing her hand and pulling her back to show her the grain that was already starting to grow. Looking at the grain (Name) felt a small smile tug at her lips, while Apollo smiled at her still holding her hand.
“Mother will be pleased, thank you Apollo.”
“Come now, I wouldn’t ignore your beautiful grain’s cry for help. You have such a beautiful field, you know?”
One for admiring beauty, Apollo complimented the wheat field (Name) worked hard in. Even though the moment was a tender one (Name) couldn’t help but get flustered as she thanked Apollo while walking away. Of course, the grain princess told Apollo she would tell her mother about what happened while shyly walking away but that wouldn’t stop Apollo as he quickly caught up with her only making her head spin and her face feel hotter as Apollo smiled while saying, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you from back there. Now, what were you saying.”
This was the standard interaction that had been going on for years, a thousand years to be precise.
Over the years, the Greek pantheon knew of Apollo’s little infatuation with the grain princess. Those that were aware usually liked to keep their distance and tried not over step their boundaries. While, (Name) had her problem of Apollo’s jealous lovers.
While other goddess did their best to show Apollo their love the handsome god only seemed to have a special interest in her and even though he never outright dismissed his suitors it was obvious who had his interest. Whispers of, “What’s wrong with her?” “What does Apollo see in her?” “She must be black mailing him or something.”
Regardless, of the jealous whispers Apollo always seemed to have a special interest for her as he would show up once a week at the restaurant and order a variety of dishes. Of course, (Name)’s mother always made her daughter take Apollo’s order as she was aware of Apollo’s affection for her daughter.
If only (Name) wasn’t so shy.
Months passed, (Name) found herself at Apollo’s palace grounds. While (Name) had a wheat field, Apollo had a magnificent garden with flowers alike. The naked statues of himself was certainly an Apollo touch (Name) thought herself as she carried a small small box in her hands, definitely would have covered her eyes from Apollo’s statue.
“Why, is that the sweet (Name)?!”
Looking behind her (Name) saw the handsome god with a smile on his face with his hands behind his back, bashfully (Name) announced why she was here. Handing over the small box the shy goddess told Apollo it was for helping with the harvest, Apollo did in fact help a bit with the wheat field and as a way of saying “Thank you.” She wanted give Apollo a gift.
“A gift for me?! Aw, thank you. What is it?”
“You should open it.”
For the first time, Apollo heard a hint of teasing in (Name)’s voice and when he looked at her he saw him give her a sweet smile. Of course, Apollo returned the smile back as he thought to himself that her smile was the real gift. Speaking of which, Apollo opened the small box and inside was a small cake decorated with sunflowers and the words “Thank you.” Inscribed upon the delicious dessert.
It was a simple gift and yet Apollo was touched.
Apollo knew (Name) was a magnificent baker and couldn’t wait to eat his gift.
“How sweet of you, princess. Come, we’ll have a slice.”
“Oh, I can’t. I have to-“
“Nonsense, we’ll have tea and talk. I have much to tell you.”
Apollo wouldn’t let his princess get away from him this time as he gently and quickly wrapped his arm around (Name)’s shoulders while holding the cake with his other hand. As the two talked on their way to Apollo’s palace (Name) was certain Apollo loved the cake, rather the symbolism with the sunflowers.
The two talked until the sunset, having tea and cake and afterwards the two took a walk in Apollo’s garden at night. Both simply enjoying each other’s company, it was a start of many years of Apollo trying to get the goddess of his love and now he had finally caught his princess.
“My love, what happened to you?”
Apollo was currently taking a bath as his beloved (Name) arrived covered in flour from head to toe, in monotone voice (Name) responded that one of Apollo’s scorned lovers had pulled a prank and ended up covered in flour.
“A prank? Hmm..well! You better take a bath too!”
“Apollo, take this serious-“
Apollo didn’t take many things serious, as he quickly carried his princess in his arms while naked and a pleasant smile on his face.
“Come on, take a bath with me. I’ll even get that flour off you.”
While carrying (Name) to the bath Apollo kissed her forehead and told her she still looked beautiful. Apollo was many things and being charming was one of them. Keeping to his word Apollo washed all the flour off his princess, of course he expected (Name) to wash him as well. When she did Apollo made a passing comment that even though (Name) was covered in flour she was still much prettier than this ugly hater and that this hater wasn’t worthy of tying his shoelaces or hers for that matter and by the end of their bath time the two were not only clean but much more relaxed than before.
Apollo made sure of it as he showered (Name) with kisses.
🎀Rukia-Writes🎀
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Bona fide Loustat from the Tulane University Special Collections.
(Anne Rice journals)
They're in a crypt the candle burning down. Louis paralyzed with sleep, Lestat awake. Lestat comes over to the shelf + sits beside Louis, leans over - holding Louis in arms. Louis groggy, powerless - and L bites his tongue, lets the blood spill into Louis' moth - and for the first time in over 200 years his mind opened to me. I felt terror. I would pierce the undisguised heat of his hatred but a great rosy light surrounded us and in a moment I held him in a grip so close that nothing came between us, and I felt his wordless love flowing into me as surely as my love flowed into him ` prayers, whispers, souls blending with a great absolute and unyielding power for some particle of human understanding + then a turning from the desperate seeking of the divine to me, to me, to my heart, and then as if we knelt together on the damp stone cold floor of a church he turned and pressed his forehead against my face and whispered 'Brother, lover!'
Let me forgive you for not being God! Forgive me for ever demanding that you be what you cannot be + never was!
(Transcript @thecactifindahome )
#tvc#the vampire chronicles#anne rice#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#tulane university#loustat
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Chaotic Teacher Quotes
Because I just finished my degree, I compiled a list of some of my favorite things my professors have said this past semester:
“To shower or not to shower, that is the question.”
“My parents were baby boomers, which means they were on drugs and had sex and that’s how I happened.” “I’m not kidding. That’s true.”
“Ok, how does everyone feel about nostrils?”
“I like to remind my wife that she’s older than me. Every year on my birthday I’m like, oh my god, I’m almost as old as you!”
“That’s the best way to learn: forget and then remember. The only better way is to learn it drunk and then learn it sober. …Grad school is a lot of fun.”
“Is Dungeons & Dragons legit as a religious institution? Let’s discuss.”
“Punxsutawney Phil, the little beaver— not a beaver, the, you know, the marmot, HE DIED. I mean, what does that mean for our weather?? If he sees his shadow it’s six more weeks of winter but WHAT IF HE DIES??”
“We can’t have negative time— if it’s negative, you’re dead. Just like the groundhog.”
“Are we ultimately born of divine incest?”
“This whole thing is complex, very convoluted. But so is my sister, and I still love her.”
“You might ask yourself, what do I do with a big chunk of text? In many cases, the first step is to burn it with fire.”
“This is good information for those of you thinking of starting a cult.”
“I drive a stick-shift, you can’t steal my car. If you look at the thing, you wouldn’t want to, but the point is, you CAN’T.” “It’s got nothing, I almost literally have to go out with a lighter and turn on the headlights myself.”
“Do you think we could rewrite The Lord of the Rings in limerick meter? Potentially a good idea for your finals.”
“Does that freak anyone out? If it doesn’t, you might not be paying attention!!!”
“Here we read that Tiamat and Apsu had ‘mixed their waters together’— I guess that’s what the kids call it these days.”
“You know how in America we’re very vulnerable to British accents?”
“If you know what you’re doing, it’ll take about thirty minutes; if you don’t know what you’re doing, maybe forty; and if you really don’t know what you’re doing, it’ll take five.”
“Cockroaches gonna cockroach, everybody with me?”
“Right now I’m being a pain-in-the-ass materialist.” “You feel? Hold the phone.” “Conscience? What do we do with people who don’t have that? Like me.”
“Who here is familiar with the term ‘shitification’?”
“Academia is like a hospital: if you don’t work there, don’t stick around.”
“I always want you all to walk out of this classroom with a little bit more of the weight of despair on your shoulders.” “Are you feeling it?”
#school#jokes#memes#quotes#teacher quote#out of context quotes#funny#science#science teacher#mythology#classical mythology#literature#teaching quote#philosophy#gen z#high school#College#dark academia#chaotic academia
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👀 Astarion eating someone out on their period?
I added Wyll, Karlach and Shadowheart after we talked about this, hope you enjoy! I had Halsin here but told him he needed to get to the back of the line because he’s already too much on my mind.
Warnings: Period, Period Sex, Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Blood, Mild Blood Kink, Mild Squeamishness Around Blood, Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation
Astarion:
He teases you all week and you want to scream. Astarion has a horrible habit of pinching you while you travel but this is much worse. He’ll lean over you, almost rub against you to get you to move. He inhales deeply and sighs, kissing your cheek before sauntering off. It takes you four days to crack; you corner him outside camp and ask what his problem is. Astarion is clear that you smell divine and he wants to eat you out, right here right now. If you accept you barely get a chance to breath; he’s on his knees and ripping into your pants.
He acts like he hasn’t eaten all week and to him it’s true. Nothing can compare to your blood on a good day but this? This is something completely different. This blood isn’t as sweet as from your neck but it has an undertone Astarion can’t get enough of. He hikes your legs over his shoulders, pushing you against the nearest rock or tree, he’s not picky. You feel like you’re halfway to cumming by the wild look in his eyes but Astarion is never one to disappoint.
You feel like you can’t breathe between orgasms, they come so fast. Astarion doesn’t need to breathe and he takes full advantage of it now, face buried in your cunt. His tongue in everywhere; inside, on your labia, on your clit. He never stops moving, never stops stroking and it drives you wild. You’ll have to beg to get him to stop, fingers tangled in his hair as you pull. He almost doesn’t, looking up and seeing the tears gathered in your eyes but pulls himself together. There’s always next month.
Karlach:
Karlach doesn’t give two shits you’re bleeding. It’s completely normal and even if you’re shy about it she’s not. She’s been waiting ten years to fuck, a little blood isn’t going to stop her. She doesn’t push you into anything of course but Karlach isn’t shy in letting you know she’s still very interested. You do your best to pretend that you haven’t been thinking about her offer all day but eventually you cave and swing by her tent. She’s over the moon you trust her and want to fuck. She’s not going to disappoint.
She wants you to ride her face. Is she going to get even messier? Fuck yeah. And she’s into it. The taste of blood doesn’t bother her and it’s the perfect angle to watch you fall apart. Usually, you’re shy about putting your full weight on her but right now you can’t help yourself. You hold onto her horns and just let her get to work, moaning and cursing. She loves sucking hard on your clit, the way your mouth falls open and the moans, gods, who knew her name could be that sexy.
Karlach isn’t going to stop until you ask her to. Or until you fall off. Which happens shortly after she rolls your clit between her lips and squeezes your ass. She almost doesn’t catch you when you start to sway, arms reaching up to catch you. She laughs at the look on your face, moving you so you can lay down. She goes to kiss you without thinking, only realizing halfway there that maybe you don’t want to. She’ll be excited if you do kiss her but isn’t bummed if you don’t. You will have to push her to clean up but it’s not hard; if you’re willing to return the favor she’s clean in record time.
Wyll:
Wyll isn’t going to notice on his own that you’re horny. He knows that you’re bleeding and gets whatever you ask for without complaint. He’s been bringing you your favorite food, making sure your tent is warm and generally being so charming it hurts. The others tease him for being a knight in shining armor but he loves being your hero. It’s only when he offers to give you a back massage to help with your sore muscles that he puts two and two together. You’re quiet until he gets to your lower back and the moan you give makes him freeze. Once you explain, a little embarrassed, what’s going on he’s more than willing to help you.
The blood does make him pause, mostly because he’s afraid of hurting you. Assure him that orgasming will help and he’s all in. Wyll is never going to mention that he dislikes the taste of blood because the look on your face when he licks at your skin is enough to get him hard in an instant. He focuses on your clit, half because you like it and half because it has less blood. He’ll use his fingers to massage your entrance, smirking a little as you get wetter.
He wants to drag this out and make you feel good. For someone who doesn’t like blood he’s invested. Wyll alternates from fingering you and flicking against your clit, stopping once you get close. You have to beg him to cum and he’ll smile and say ‘of course love’ before sucking on your clit so hard you see stars. His fingers work you through until you stop shaking and he goes to get water, making sure to clean you up. He’ll only kiss you if you give him permission, holding you close. Wyll loves that you feel good and waves off any attempts to help him get off; he just wants to hold you.
Shadowheart:
She desperately wants to tease you but holds herself back. You’ve been on edge all week and when she mentioned blowing off steam together, you looked like you could cry. You’re almost ashamed admittance that you’re on your blood moon makes her want to laugh but she doesn’t. Shadowheart does smirk at the shocked look on your face when she still offers to eat you out; a little blood isn’t going to deter her.
She loves that you’re more sensitive than normal, squirming and whining under her. Shadowheart has no problems pinning you to the ground, arms heavy on your thighs as she gets to work. The taste of blood isn’t as strong as she had assumed and it’s easy to get used to. It only takes a few long strokes of her tongue before your pushing towards her mouth and she nips you in warning.
You cum quickly but it’s hard to feel any embarrassment when Shadowheart doesn’t stop. She changes the hard sucks on your clit to trace your entrance, humming against your skin. You don’t have the will power to push her off and she smiles, leaving bloody kisses on your thighs. She won’t deny you if you get the courage to ask for another round, although she will tease you. Watching your face relax in pleasure is something she wants to see as much as possible. She’ll worry about the clean up later.
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No Hands: Part 2
Pairings: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader
Summary: You had your turn, now it's his.
Word Count: 3k+
Read part one.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY mentions of poor body image, light bondage, use of mouth gag, fingering, oral (f!rec), unprotected p in v sex, a little degradation, some slight edging, overstimulation, slight choking, squirting, lots of dirty talk, some fluff, Joshs white satin scarf (please let me know if I missed anything, lol)
a/n: the first part of this little story had me in chokehold (pun intended) & I knew I had to continue it.
so, with that said,
ENJOY.
“Put this on. You have five minutes. I’ll be right back.”
He dug down deep in your closet to find it. The thing that makes him lose all sensibility, that brings out the feral animal in him that fucks you until you’re near tears.
The dress.
The one that gets you in trouble. The good kind.
He’s home on a quick break from tour, and every night has been full of passion and desire for one another.
He leaves again tomorrow morning, so you know he’s got something quite special planned for you on this last night together at home.
You quickly put it on as soon as he leaves the room, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your body has always made you a little insecure, but the way this dress fits you…it’s no wonder Josh can’t keep composure. The most beautiful parts of your body are accentuated, and you especially love the fact that the hem barely hits your upper thighs.
Josh has never been shy of expressing his undying love for you, for your body. He practically worships you, kissing the ground on which you walk after each step you take. He makes you feel like a divine being among mortals. The attention he gives to your body, and the extra attention he gives to the things you don’t love about it…how you could ever doubt your beauty is beyond his way of thinking.
You sit on the edge of the bed as you await your lover, thinking about the way he looked today against the sun.
He’d spent all day outside putting together your new backyard furniture and as you brought him drinks, you couldn’t help but admire him. How his honey skin was glowing in the rays, how the peach fuzz on his chest sparkled as sweat droplets glistened and caught the light, and how each goosebump beautifully decorated his skin when he poured water on his head to cool off.
God, he’s beautiful. Fucking immaculate. And he’s yours.
You hear his feet padding up the stairs. Your heart begins racing as you know you’re in for it due to his special choice of wardrobe for you.
As he makes his way through the door frame, you stand up to put yourself on display for him in his favorite dress of yours.
He stands there for a moment, drinking you in.
His hands hold a beautiful white, silken scarf.
Your heart skips a beat as you’re flooded with a memory.
“Maybe next time, you’re the one that can’t use your hands. Maybe we tie them behind your back. How does that sound, hm?”
“Fuck, sweetheart. A sight for sore eyes, you are. Spin around for me, baby. Let me get a good look at you.”
You slowly turn your body, lifting your dress slightly so your ass cheeks just barely peek out the bottom.
“That’s my good girl. Always love to give me a little show, yeah? Perfect. Fucking perfect.” he says as he walks up to you.
He cups your face with one hand while the other drags the scarf along your thighs.
“Look what I have for you. A pretty scarf for my pretty girl who is such a slut for me and my hands.”
He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting almost hard enough to draw blood as he swallows your every moan.
“Remember your little game?”
“Yes, Joshy..” you say, your voice soft with lust and need.
“Remember what I promised you?”
“Yes, baby.”
“And what was my promise?”
He grabs your jaw, turning your face up to meet his.
“That you’re going to tie my hands behind my back, so I can’t use them.”
“That’s right, my darling.”
His hand moves from your jaw to the pulse point of your neck, squeezing it deliciously before he lifts you up and puts you on the bed.
He stands there looking at you all laid out for him, marveling at you while he bites his bottom lip. His eyes are heavy, so full of desire for you that your heart swells as you feel like the most beautiful creature in his presence.
You spread your legs just a little, but enough to reveal that you opted out of anything underneath the dress.
“No panties, huh?” he says through the grin adorning his luscious lips. “My dirty, sluty girl.”
“I’m not sluty.”
“Yes, yes you are, darling. A slut for me.”
You can’t even deny him, and your cheeks flush at his words.
You are a slut for him. His slut. You’d do anything he’d ask you, and he knows it.
He puts the silk scarf around his neck before slowly crawling up your body. He attaches his plush lips your chest, licking up to your collar bone that he grazes with his teeth.
“You’ll let me know if it’s too much, okay?” he says softly against your ear.
You’re too caught up in the way he feels to be able to respond, so you simply nod your head to let him know you understand.
He removes the scarf from around his neck, dragging it across your lips, down your chest, descending further to embrace every curve of your body. The soft satin like honey gliding across your warm skin as it melts into you with its gentle touch.
He dips it slowly between your legs, pulling on it ever so slightly as it skates across your drenched core.
Your body weakens with each pull of the scarf, becoming encompassed with red hot desire as the fabric lightly tugs on your throbbing clit.
He sits up on his knees between your legs.
"Hands."
You obey, putting your arms in front of you, fingers intertwined together.
He kisses each wrist as he begins tying the scarf around them. Dark eyes full of lust and need locked with yours.
One knot, two knots...
He pulls on it, ensuring it’s tight enough.
“Feel okay, darling?”
“It’s perfect.”
Your voice is noticeably shaky. This is new territory for you, but the thought of being inhibited this way, giving him all the control while you haven’t the use of your hands…it’s elating.
He places sweet kisses down your arms, moving to your hips as he plays with the floral fabric hugging you.
“Fuck…I will never get enough of this little ensemble on you…”
He begins bunching the fabric up your hips, knuckles white from the grip he has.
“...and I’ll never get tired of fucking you in it.”
His head dips down as you feel his breath against your wetness, causing you to buck your hips into his face to chase any sort of contact.
He places his hand on your hip to hold you still.
“Patience, my dear. I’ll give you what you want.”
You reach your tied hands down to grip his hair, when he suddenly lifts away from you.
“Well, this simply won’t do.”
He unties your wrists.
“These need to be behind you. Don’t want them getting in the way, now do we?”
You lift up, moving your arms behind and allowing him to secure them before you lay back down.
With your hands now behind you, being held down by your own weight on your back, you truly are helpless against his will.
He returns to his position between your legs, kissing your thighs as you squirm under him.
Out of instinct, you attempt to move your arms, realizing you can’t.
He feels you tense up. “Hm, seem to have found yourself in a little predicament, darling?”
Something about losing the ability to use your hands, how it nearly leaves you fully to his whim. He can do whatever he wants to you, and you’re going to fucking let him.
He looks up at you with hungry eyes. He wants it as bad as you do, but he’s loving taunting you, feeling your body trembling beneath him, making you desperate for him.
He giggles at your state, lips just out of reach from where you crave them the most.
“You want it? Want me to taste you?”
“Please, Josh…I want it so bad.”
“Hm, I’m not convinced. Need you to be a little more detailed.” he says as he licks along your inner thigh.
He wants you to beg. And you’ll do whatever it takes. Your need for him grows by the second.
“Please taste me, baby. I’m so fucking ready for you…please, I need you so bad. Need to feel your tongue on me. Need you to suck me, eat me, anything baby please, I can’t handle it.”
“Ah, there she is. That sweet voice begging for me to do such filthy things.”
He nudges your clit with his nose before fucking into you with his tongue, lapping inside of you, keeping his nose pressed against your clit as it follows the movements of his tongue.
His strong hands have a tight hold on your hips to keep you still. He feels you continue to tense under him, knowing how badly you want to move. He groans into you and the vibrations of his voice add another layer of intensity and hurl you closer and closer to your sweet release.
“Josh, Josh oh my god…fuck it feels so fucking good I’m-I’m so close Josh FUCK…”
He smiles against your swollen pussy as his tongue is buried inside of you.
Your stomach is tightening, your skin on fire and drenched with sweat. You’re suddenly very much aware of the fact that you can’t use your hands and it’s near torture to not be able to pull his hair and force his face even harder into you.
His lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, forcing the knot in your belly to break instantly. You scream incoherencies, your body almost entirely numb.
“There you go, darling, there you go.”
He works you through it perfectly, bringing you back to earth with gentle kisses to your throbbing clit.
He lifts his head up. His lips swollen and pink, glistening wet from you.
“Goddamn, y/n…” he moves to kiss you, sticking his tongue deep in your mouth to give you a taste of yourself. “...you are fucking delectable, aren’t you? I could stay between those pretty legs all fucking day, make you cum just like that over and over again.”
You whimper in his mouth as he swallows every sound you make.
“Josh, please…I want to touch you…”
“Awh, my sweet girl can’t play her own game, can she?”
You want to run your hands all over him. His skin that’s sticky with perspiration, his muscles that tense under your fingers, you need to feel him.
The corner of his mouth curls up in his tantalizing smile that sends a pool of wetness flooding to your core. “I got this pretty scarf just for you, darling. It’d be such a shame to not use it somewhere.”
You bite your lip hard in anticipation of whatever his sinister mind is brewing.
“Should we shove it in your gorgeous mouth?”
Fuck. The thought alone has you tightly clamping your thighs together in need of any sort of friction.
“Oh. You liked that, didn’t you?”
He gently lifts you up, brushing your messy hair down with his fingers before carefully untying your binds.
“Joshy…”
“Yes, darling?”
Your freed hands instantly latch onto his body. Feeling all over his toned frame, pulling him closer to lick up his stomach to his gorgeous pecs, kissing his hardened nipple. He throws his head back as a beautiful moan sounds from his throat.
“I want you to gag me with it, Josh.” You flick his nipple with your tongue before sitting up on your knees, looking him in his lust laden eyes. “I want you to fuck me with it shoved down my throat.”
He grips your hips hard, pulling your body against his. “You dirty, sluty little girl. Your wish is my command, my queen.”
He kisses you deeply, then brings the scarf up to your mouth. “Open, my darling.”
You open your mouth, tongue laid out flat as he slowly shoves the silk all the way inside. You feel the material slide closer and closer to the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex as he fits the rest of it inside.
“That feel okay, my love?”
Having lost yet another ability, this time the one to speak, you simply nod.
“You’re so filthy, my pretty girl.” He shoves his hand between your legs, fingers dipping inside of you and bringing them to your swollen clit. “Your sweet cunt all soaked from having a gag in your mouth, yeah? God, I fucking love you.”
He turns you around, keeping you up on your knees as you face away from him. His hands reach around, pulling your dress up to your lower belly, fingers gripping your hips as he pulls your ass against him.
“Ready for my cock, darling?”
You nod and whine around the balled up scarf. He pulls his shorts down, his hard dick nudging your lower back. You can feel the precum against you and you’re wishing you could wrap your lips around his head to gather it up.
He wraps his hand around your throat as his dick teases your desperate pussy. You want, no, you need him inside. You need to feel the burning stretch of him so badly. You grind your dripping cunt against him, trying anything to force him inside.
You hear him ‘tsk’ in your ear. “I love your needy little cunt.”
He toys with you a bit longer before finally shoving himself all the way inside in one hard thrust.
You’re nearly screaming against the satin filling your mouth. The sting of his cock is a welcome pain as you finally feel full of him.
He starts slow, pumping himself at an excruciating pace to hear the lewd, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Listen to that, baby. Your sweet, wet cunt singing for my cock. The most beautiful sound.”
He sends a rather harsh thrust into you that nearly causes you to double over.
He fucks into you harder, his hand still firm on your throat as his fingers of the other dig in to your hip.
You want to scream his name. You want to tell him how fucking good he feels. But all you can do is whimper, scream and sob. And that you do.
He changes his pace as he swivels his hips, his cock pressed up against your sweet spot.
“You’re close, darling. This sweet pussy is getting so tight around me. You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you?”
He knows you can’t talk, and he knows how bad you want to. Muffled moans are all you can muster as you're once again on the verge of release.
“Come on, darling. Need to feel you cum pretty for me. All over my cock, sweet baby.”
He moves his hand from your throat, tracing down your body until the pads of his fingers find your clit. He flicks the hardened nub with his index finger, sending you crashing head first into your peak.
Your body spasms. Your every extremity tingling. His name is the only word coming to the forefront of your mind, and you want to scream it from the top of your lungs.
He continues to relentlessly fuck you, chasing his own release.
He reaches up to pull the scarf from your mouth. “Talk to me baby, let me hear that beautiful voice.”
“FUCK Josh! Josh oh my FUCK!” is all you can manage as you’re nearing overstimulation, but unable to care as your body is close to driving over the edge yet again.
“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Sweet cunts been so spoiled today, hasn’t she?”
His voice is strained and breathy, telling you he’s nearing his end as his thrusts become sloppy.
“Give it to me, baby. Fuck I need it so bad, y/n.”
The dam within you breaks, dousing his cock, your thighs, the bed sheets beneath you.
He grabs hold of the strap of your dress, ripping it as he pounds himself into you.
“Holy fuck, y/n!”
He thrusts into you a few more times before shooting his warm cum inside you, coating you deliciously.
You’re both breathless, exhausted in your fucked out states.
He pulls out of you slowly. You feel your wet release mixed with his instantly dripping down your thighs.
He gently lays you down on your back as he kisses you back to life.
“Oh my god, y/n.” he says with his lips against your chest. “You are so fucking magnificent. I can’t…I can’t believe how fucking glorious you are, my sweet baby.”
You’re too worn to speak, so you simply smile and run your fingers through his sweaty hair.
He lifts up to take hold of the scarf, bringing it down to clean the mess you both have made off of you. You wince a little at the contact, and he continues with a careful hand.
He sets it next to you on the bed before laying down and pulling you on top of him as he continuously kisses your head, holding the torn strap of your dress in his hand.
You snicker in his chest, to which he hums in question.
“I think you may have actually broken me this time. Well, the dress, at least.”
He laughs while investigating the frayed fabric between his fingers.
“I don’t need this ratty, old thing. You’re fucking perfect. My beautiful, wonderful girl.”
The warmth of his arms pulls you into a deep sleep and he soon follows in suit.
You awake the next morning to him shuffling around the house. The band has their next performance tomorrow night and he has a flight to catch this morning. To no surprise, he’s running late.
“Can I help you with anything, Josh?” you say with sleep still laced on your voice.
He finishes getting dressed, quickly making his way over to you to kiss you goodbye. You’re excited because you’ll be able to come to this show, but you’ll have to take a later flight as you have to get a few things sorted out at work first.
“No, I think I’ve got everything.”
He packs the last few items in his suitcase, and just before he shuts it, he grabs the bunched up scarf sitting next to you on the bed and shoves it inside his luggage.
“And just what do you think you’re doing with that?”
“This is coming with me. Who knows, I may even wear it on stage. Use it for good luck.” he says with a wink.
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moon river
“Remember when you asked me why?”
“Why you cared?” He recalls with a joking menace on the last word, leaning back on his palm and bringing his chalice to his lips.
“Yeah.”
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probably the most personal thing i will ever post on the internet disguised as a reader insert. enjoy!
w/c: 813
A considered silence, the earliest hours of the morning. The occasional break, the glug of wine into a silver chalice. Two. The city below still alive in a quiet amber hum.
The Lower City wall. One of the clandestine turrets just along from the Szarr Palace, blankets around shoulders.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
He turns his head in a dozy cant. Lids heavy. Looks at you through a slow blink, dark lashes.
If this were only weeks ago he’d have been skittish at the suggestion. ‘The guard’ would have gone up, the desperate need to keep you close.
How he luxuriates in your company now. Unwavering. Devoted. Proven. Known. Revered.
The Absolute nothing but a brain in the water.
“Anything.” Astarion smiles lazily.
“Remember when you asked me why?”
“Why you cared?” He recalls with a joking menace on the last word, leaning back on his palm and bringing his chalice to his lips.
“Yeah.”
He hums in acknowledgement, edging you on at your own pace. A calm quirk plays at the very corner of his lips.
“I saw some of myself in you.”
You let the statement hang for a moment. He swills the red nectar around his teeth and swallows slowly.
“You did, did you?”
“Yeah.’
You lift your own chalice. The stars above never looked brighter than they do now, the clearest of cool nights; the lax billow of sails far along the Chionthar, the couple you see stumbling blindly from a middle-distant tavern. The final call from within.
‘A lot of my life has been spent making people feel exceptionally wanted. Stealing their hearts to whatever extent that’d allow me to get the reaction I wanted. A mechanical ploy - never cruel, not forced as such - but learned nonetheless. Reading faces, bodies; holding both with reverence.’
You sip. The water sparkles.
‘Giving to whoever promised adoration. Making the occasional someone feel loved enough to keep me safe in their head. A campfire tale.’
There’s a mirth to your smile, teeth glazed in wine and white bread.
‘From the moment I met you I knew there was a vulnerability to you. I loved it.’
Astarion pokes you with his elbow, clicking his tongue but remaining quiet.
‘You’re beautiful. Those who are so damn godsly-blessed as you rarely have the insecurity I could smell from you, from the knife at my neck. From the fear in the furrow of your brow.’
You know he aches for the sun.
But as the moon catches his profile you see he is the ultimate divine here, now, in this light; at your side. Gossamer to the tips of his curls. Soft, heavy; tongue whetting his lips, mapping constellations in his glorious mind and listening.
Listening to you.
Without witness. Without reward.
‘And it seems we were both playing the same game. The worst bit is I didn’t even know I was playing one.”
There’s a beat of silence before he opens his mouth to talk.
“In the moment you never do, do you?’
He understands. Gods, he understands. He takes the threads of your lives and weaves them together, just as you’ve done this whole time.
‘You just do what you have to. What feels right. Whatever is going to give you the response you need.”
He was being forced to do what he had to. You did it because you had to.
It’d be so easy for him to play points in the viciousness of his situation, but he sees that there is familiarity - a gap, as wise as an ocean and simultaneously as small as a grain of sand - in the sentiment.
You wonder where the point scoring mindset comes from. Why each experience has to be weighty and balanced against another. Why you compare yours to his in any coherent sense.
Then you see the smile.
Ruinous. Saccharine. Eyes of red honey. A hand covering yours.
“Listen, because I won’t repeat it.’
You look at him and you see every dream you’ve ever had. The golden mornings, piles of riches, robes of silk. A house in the clearing. Chickens. Children. A lover so infallible they won’t scare. Your charm, your wit and irreverence; a life of a charm offensive, and all of it evaporates the minute he takes your fingertips in tiny kisses.
‘It worked. You won. You never have to fight like that again. To convince, to perceive the thoughts of others and how they may benefit you or otherwise.’
He rolls his hand in the air, starbound; sweet.
‘I love you. Irrevocably. You did it. My darling, you won.’
His head shakes a little from side to side as he sips.
‘Admittedly not a flawless prize, but one you’ve won fair and square. Devoted entirely to you.’
Astarion pauses to think. Looks to the moon on the river.
‘Rest east, lover. You’ve got this, and I’ve got you. From here on out.”
#astarion#astarion x reader#bg3#my writing#fluff#slight angst#astarion ancunin#baldurs gate astarion#astarion baldurs gate#baldurs gate 3
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Gale Seeking Godhood, Path 3 Ending Part VII
Content Warning: Death
This is the final path and chapter for Gale Seeking Godhood. Enjoy, sadists.
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“Ah!” An unhinged chuckle fell from Gale’s lips and his hands shot to his head and ran back through his hair. His body tingled with adrenaline and he pushed back from his seat so abruptly his chair fell backwards with a thud. “I’ve done it… I’ve done it…” His eyes searched around the room, eager to share in his excitement with you and he beamed with pride.
Gale’s heart sunk as soon as the realization gripped him. For a moment, he forgot that you were no longer by his side. You had left, asking him to never speak to you again. Tara wasn’t even here to share his delight - the moment felt bittersweet and lonely. After all this time, Gale cracked the final words in the Annals of Karsus, Godhood close enough to taste. Gale needed to find you - needed to share this moment. Perhaps you’d see reason now that he had accomplished what you set out to do. Now that he was on Godhood’s doorstep. You’d want to ascend with him, surely - you’d have infinity together… time to mend what was broken.
You’d see. You’d have to.
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It was about a ten-day before Gale found you. Although he had mustered the confidence to seek you out, he watched you from afar, nervous. He hated it - it was a ravenous anxiety, one that clawed at his gut and threatened to rip out his soul. With a heavy sigh, Gale walked towards you. You were sitting on the docks, your legs handing over the side to barely brush the water.
Gale stood behind you for a moment before the tell-tale creaking of the planks betrayed him and you whipped around, your eyes darkening. You were frozen, your eyes wide and doe-like as Gale approached. His breath caught, surprised by your magnitism even after all of this time. “I knew I’d find you,” Gale breathed and you held up a hand, your expression unreadable.
“I thought I asked you to leave me alone,” You murmured and Gale’s heart clenched at the sorrow and regret woven into your words.
“I know,” Gale said, he could hardly form a coherent thought, the sound of the blood rushing through his ears drowning out everything. His palms were sweaty and he scoffed a bit, musing at the sensations of being a mortal. He relished in it, knowing it would be the last time he felt such a thing. “But if you would just listen…”
“No..” You stood, your voice fiery. “I’ve heard enough. I’ve seen enough. If you’ve come all this way just to have me understand… I think you’ll find I understand plenty.”
“But you don’t!” Gale shouted, exasperated and flung his hands up. “If you did, you wouldn’t foolishly reject this opportunity.. Godhood, ascension! Don’t you understand what that means? What we could accomplish? All we could achieve together?”
You scoffed, your voice acrid, “Listen to yourself! You’re so blind, knee-deep in your own self-absorbed thirst for power, that you are unable to comprehend, even for a moment, that this is not what I want.” Your voice was steely and cold, “This is what you want. You’ve lusted after this power long before me. I see that clearly now. So, if you’re intent on this ill-advised suicide mission I will not stop you - I would rather live a thousand more miserable mortal lives than spend eternity with you as a God.”
Gale groaned, running his hand over his face and felt sick. “You don’t mean that. What can’t you see? I’m offering you eternity - eternity. Surely you must…”
But he was interrupted by a low, sadistic cackling as the earth split open and a figure emerged from a chaotic roil of red and sulfur. The entire earth seemed to quake and he instinctively reached his hand out to hold onto you, to ensure your safety. You did not recoil.
“Gale Dekarios. Gale of Waterdeep. Soon to be Dekarios the Divine.”
“Raphael.” Gale hissed, a frown pulling at his mouth.
“Raphael….?” You whisper, the color drained from your face.
“What do you want?” Gale spat, his words laced with venom.
Raphael’s slow, menacing laugh throttled them and Gale pulled you closer to him to stand in front of you. “For someone so clever, you can be awfully dense at times.” Raphael snapped his fingers and Gale cried out, a hand gripping his chest as magnificent pain swept through his body.
“Stop!” You shout, arm wrapped around Gale’s shoulder as he crumpled before you.
Gale gritted his teeth and he stood. His eyes narrowed and swimming with blackness. “You’re an alluring figure, Raphael.” Gale began, stepping towards him and began to circle him like a shark. “I confess, I took a liking to you the moment we met. We have something in common after all - ambition.” Gale smirked and wagged a finger at Raphael, “But here’s where we differ: you have lofty goals and the Crown is the key to them. You’re desperate to get your claws on it. Ambition is your bread and bloody butter - but it’s more than that to me. It will be my domain.” The air around Gale began to crackle, coming alive, “And... I think in your case, I’ll bend the rules and make things a little more interesting for both of us.” Gale flicked his wrist elegantly, manipulating the Weave with such agile grace as he hurled a spell at Raphael.
He was met with a cold laugh as Raphael expertly countered it. “Ah, the folly of mortals… how delicious. It’s a pity… you should have ascended while you had the chance. Perhaps I’ll be able to satisfy my own ambitions after all…” and Raphael transformed, taking on his demonic avatar.
It all happened in a blur. Gale had committed the incantations, the flourishes from the tome to memory and as Raphael threw one attack after another, Gale deflected each as he focused on harnessing the power of the Crown.
“Gale what are you doing?!” You yelled, gripping his arm but Gale’s eyes were full of an unfamiliar emptiness. You were caught in the crossfires, desperate to survive, desperate to preserve Gale’s life.
“A danger for anyone imprudent enough to trust you,” Raphael sneered, “Tell me, Gale Dekarios, what is the price you’re willing to pay for Godhood?” Gale saw Raphael’s eyes flick to you, an eager, hungry grin curling his lips. He intended to focus his attack to you. “Do not toy with me, Wizard.”
“I thought you liked playing games, Raphael. You can have the crown. But you’ll have to come and collect it from my realm.”
Although it was a fraction of a second, the moment would be frozen into Gale’s mind for the remainder of his existence. Long after he lost track of time in mortal terms, long after the lingerings of his mortality diminished entirely.
In that instant, Raphael directed his attention to you and you barely deflected him. Gale could taste your terror, see the wild fear in your eyes. While Gale uttered the final incantation that would grant him immortality - elevate him to Godhood - he tossed a brutal, ruthless spell at Raphael.
Disintegrate. Dolor.
Except he had been distracted. The moment Gale ascended to Godhood, the last word falling from his lips to claim absolute control, the power and sensations devouring his mortality in encompassing, extraordinary expansion - would also be the memory of you.
Before his eyes, you disintegrated into dust. The look of shock, pain, and repulsion evident as the winds brushed away your being, sweeping you into another plane. The visceral yell that erupted from Gale’s lips could be heard across the celestial planes, across Faerûn. His once mortal hands clutched at the pieces, the dust of you as your remains filtered and swirling in the breeze as if nothing. Gone.
Gale felt undone. His body no longer a body but an essence, an ethereal intangibility despite appearing mortal. There was no emotion that he knew that could compare to the sensation that he had now, if you could call it a feeling at all. He felt wrong. Soiled. Emotions felt foreign, incomprehensible. Yet, Gale was filled with a feeling of profound discomfort, as if the core of his being was unbalanced. It was a sensation of things being starkly out of order. It was more uncomfortable than anything he’d ever experienced.
It was not supposed to happen this way.
***
How much time had passed? A month? A year? A century?
Gale measured time in eons and eternities now, and space was a matter of infinities overlapping impossibly in the dreams of the divine. But the bond he felt with you still had meaning and weighed on him, tugged at the fabric of his new celestial form and kept him in a state of unending instability. The scales would never balance.
Mystra had told Gale as much when he met her in the astral plane, moments after your death. Raphael had vanished as unexpectedly as he arrived, knowing when he’d been bested and - Gale had no doubt - relishing in the bitter justice as he saw Gale kill the one person he loved, the person who had tried to love him to the best of their ability.
Gale had ascended to the heavens almost instantly after, greeted by the mistress of Magic who was prepared to fight for her domain. Yet, that was not Gale’s goal. He told her he intended to claim the domain of ambition, of strife, and Mystra’s smug response ensured that in the future, Gale would challenge her. He would take the Weave from her.
Eventually.
“You took a mortal life at the moment you claimed Godhood,” Mystra’s tone was thick with condescension, with an almost haughty conviction. “You will never feel truly balanced. Gods are not meant to take mortal lives. It is the ugly cost you chose to pay - and it has cost you dearly.”
Time was irrelevant now, but Gale held you with such reverence that even his followers knew the tragic truth, the perils and cost that ambition took on Dekarios the Divine. It became engrained in his doctrine.
Ah, Ambition. A delicious sin for an immortal to wield, indeed.
#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#bg3 gale#baldurs gate 3#gale#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 brainrot#god gale#gale seeking godhood fic#gale x you#gale x reader#dekarios the divine
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beomgyu drabble
pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader
A/N; writing this was therapeutic. Also this is NOT proofread, i just felt like writing short beomgyu romance. Writing this has me wondering about a drabble serious about boyfriend! beomgyu who’s absolutely whipped for the reader.
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“you’re not watching the movie very well.” He mumbles, deep voice becoming slightly raspy. Even staring at the opposite side of his face, you know he’s smirking.
He was right though, yea you might’ve brought up the idea of watching a movie, but how could you when he looked so divine. Even after dating him for more than a year it’s like you’re in high school and have a heart-crushing infatuation with him. Even more so now, with how the dim lighting in the living room mixes with the light of the tv against his skin.
You can’t deny it. “Sorry, you’re side profile is so pretty.” You mumble back, not ashamed of your feelings. His smile becomes wider and wider until he’s drops his head with a charming smile skirting across his lips. A warm chuckle escaping him as well.
Turning his head slightly to look at you, you basically melt into the couch when your eyes meet. He has such a way of getting your heart rate up with a simple glance. “I think you’re pretty, y’know that?” His smile boils down to a soft one as he gazes at you more intently. Beomgyu scoots closer and wraps a hand sweetly around your waist, relishing in the feeling of being so close to you.
His other hand runs slowly up to your cheek, cradling your head. The thumb that is currently on your skin trails down to your lips, tracing the bottom one carefully. You both let out a sigh at the affectionate touch.
“God, what’re you doing to me, Y/n. I’ve known you for so long but it feels like we just met.”
You don’t say anything, only stare back at him with a certain look in your eyes. He knows this look, thinks about it every time he’s able to. It knocks the air out of his lungs when he thinks about how your eyelashes always look the softest when you narrow your eyes sexily at him. He could count each and every one and never get bored.
Beomgyu leans ven closer, lips ghosting over each other teasingly as he smirks once again. His eyes ogle your face, but mainly settle on your oh so inviting lips. Especially when the thumb tracing the skin presses down on your bottom lip and lets it spring back up. He can’t hold himself together anymore, even less when you let out the quietest “beomgyu.”
You’ve kissed him many times but it will always fascinate you how much you enjoy doing it with him. Your ex’s felt kind of off, but with Beomgyu it’s like everything is finally right in the world. His lips push onto yours harder and you respond by drifting a hand up his thigh.
The kiss naturally becomes more lust filled as time passes and he finds himself breaking away for a second, only to go back in and lean you down onto your back. The tv in the back long gone by now.
“You’re my prettiest girl, mm, i love you so much.” He whispers hotly against your lips, warm, large, hands trailing up your loose shirt to gently grip the skin of your torso. It’s difficult but you’re able to let out a “need you” inbetween his attack on your face. He chuckles in response and replies, “Yea, baby? You need me? Of course you do, pretty girl. I got you though, I’ll take care of you.”
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I’m sorry if this is bad, i’m so tired but had so many ideas in my head about romantic gyu.
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Now I want to know some of your polycule dynamic ideas for the bad kids???
This is a dream come true, okay walk with me
Let's start out with a couple of what I would consider fundamental pairings. In most any configuration of the group you can think of, most if not all of these are gonna be necessary for me to really get invested.
Fabriz. Duh. Need I say more.
Fabadaine. It's my fucking roman empire and I WILL go on about it for another thousand words if you ask
Figadaine. Support women's wrongs! Going shopping! My girlfriend is a rockstar and we make out backstage! My girlfriend is the elven oracle and we make out twice because she has a vision of it happening first!
I've also got some pairings that are nice on their own, but that I don't find like, mandatory if you're gonna sell me on something.
GorgugxFig. She's so loudly angry to hide her fear; he's so quietly scared of his own anger. She made him join her band and he's probably the better musician. They're so nice to each other.
FigxKristen. Fall into temptation. Make out with the devil on your shoulder. She helps you kill your god. She becomes your devoted paladin. The ArchDevil of Rebellion pulls you into a cosmic war against the very divinity you were the Chosen One for.
Now as for larger groupings, things get pretty fun. There are so many to choose from. Like for example:
The Bad Boys. Like as a throuple. Think about it. You're the cool son of a famous pirate; you're already kicking ass at bloodrush; youre hot shit. A metalhead and a briefcase kid latch onto you like barnacles. This is so embarassing. Cut to a month later and you're all on a rooftop sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. The briefcase kid kisses you, and metalhead is next in line. Briefcase kid is also your best friend, even without the insane new tension and the fact that he can dismantle your coolguy persona with seemingly no effort. He tastes like burnt coffee. Even ignoring how metalhead can crack skulls, but treats you with gentleness and even hesitation, like he's afraid you'll turn him down. As if. His bangs get in the way when he kisses you.
The Bad Girls as a throuple. This one feels almost too obvious for words. Three girls who are all trying so hard and failing to be normal, but from three different directions. Imagine one day seeing the uptight wizard girl with rich parents and girl who tried to convert you to fantasy mormonism on her first day both walk into school one day holding hands with that punk girl who's in a band and who has already turned like six other students gay just by being cool and pretty. Then at lunch, they're all sitting together, and the elf and the cleric both have the bard's lipstick on their lips and cheeks. The cleric looks at you. She winks. You go home confused.
Figaydadaine. Figayda I don't have to sell you on, but you can't tell me Ayda and Adaine aren't so fucking cute together it hurts. They make spells for each other! Adaine has the key to the Wizard's Synod! Adaine killed her dad with Ayda's spell. Come ON, this shit writes itself. Honestly Aydaine is so good by itself
There's also an extended world of qpr among the bad kids - Rizdaine would be a great example of this. I don't think of them as a Couple, but they are SO close and there's so much trust and intimacy there. That's a pair that cuddle while watching movies or doing mystery stuff.
qpr FigGug is another great possibility. Just take all the sweet support and kindness they already have and pry out the romance.
I think if you pitched me another pair/group I could find something interesting about it, but those are my off-the-dome thoughts. Thanks for asking!
#dimension 20#fantasy high#adaine o'shaughnessey#fig faeth#kristen applebees#fabian seacaster#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#fabadine#figadaine#fabriz#the bad kids#polyamory
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Heya! Can you make a cute short fic with Q? I've been obsessed with him lately, anything should be perfect!
Cultural Differences
Pairing: Q x fem!reader
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Words: 2K
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Sometimes it is better to ask for the reason for an extraterrestrial ritual.
Often it is better to do this before the ritual, otherwise you will come back with an omnipotent being as your husband.
A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I really hope you like it. I feel like this is not the best thing I've ever written, because I find Q difficult to write, but I really tried.
Frowning, she stared at him from narrowed eyes as she did her best to remain calm and stop herself from smacking the smug grin off his face:
" I'm sorry, what?"
She truly hoped she had misheard and the all-knowing being/her lover before her, had not said what she thought she had heard.
"I asked when the honeymoon was scheduled to start."
She was pretty sure the confusion on her face was more than evident. "Where the hell did you come up with honeymoon? You do know what that is, don't you?"
Offended, Q pursed his mouth and jumped up, clapping his hands. "Mon amour, you insult me. Of course I know what a honeymoon is. I am Q, I know everything." He stepped towards her, bent down to take her face in his hands, and smiled his most charming smile, which usually made her heart pound, but now more than upset her. "It's a time for a newly married couple, to spend together." He pulled her up an
With great effort, she tried not to let her shudder show and looked up at him sceptically. "Have you not noticed your mistake, O all-knowing Q?" Her voice was mocking, something she would never have dared to do in his presence at the beginning of their acquaintance, for fear of being turned into a frog.
"Maybe I'll have to give you a bit of a jolt: Newly. Married. Only people who have just got married go on honeymoons. We're together, not married, Q."
Now it was up to him to look confused, an expression she rarely saw on his face, and would have more than enjoyed under other circumstances. "We ... are, though?"
"Oh," she laughed out, having to hold onto the top of his uniform to keep from falling. "Oh no, we're not. Believe me, my dear, I would remember such a ceremony."
A frown took up residence on his face and slowly her laughter died away. "But... you said that you ..." Q seemed distracted and instantly she felt bad and took his hand.
"Hey. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, honey. I didn't mean to say I wouldn't. It's just..."
Q interrupted her. "The ceremony was three hours ago. How can you not remember that?"
"What?" All humour had disappeared and she was back to confusion. "Q three hours ago we were on the planet doing this strange water ritual that the inhabitants insisted on because they believed we were the incarnations of the divine royal pair before the Captain had had a chance to... oh my God."
She stared at him from widened eyes. "Q. Please tell me we didn't get married down there." He fell silent. "Q!"
"You told me not to tell you," he returned, staring at the floor in a huff, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his mouth twisted into a pout.
She was at a loss for words. Of course she loved him, they had been together for years, but this? A wedding? Without even knowing about it?
She sank down on the sofa and lowered her head into her hands. Now even the stupid grin from him, throughout the ceremony made sense, or the surprisingly passionate kiss after it.
For a few minutes Q was actually silent before he spoke up again. "I thought you knew."
His voice was low and he sounded guilty, a register of voice she had never heard on him before. She looked up. "How the hell could I have known about this! It was a first contact mission! I thought it was some kind of welcoming ritual."
"Aren't you the ship's anthropologist?" Gradually she became more agitated and jumped up. "I like to say it again, FIRST CONTACT MISSION!!! We knew nothing about the planet except that it was warp capable, though still believed in the old gods. That was it. How was I supposed to know about this ritual?" Q started to reply, however, she waved it off with a snort. "You can save that." With long strides she walked over to her door.
"Where are you going?"
"To blow off steam," she hissed back, giving him a cold look as he tried to follow her. "Alone."
He stuck his chest out and leaned down to her. "I am a Q. You cannot command me mortal." His words hurt more than she had believed, yet she only jutted her chin. "Stay away from me and leave me alone for this moment so I can think or I swear I will never speak another word to you." She was angry and Q knew it, however he didn't seem to believe her. "You wouldn't be able to bear that. You love me too much for that."
All he earned was another cold stare before she continued her way down the corridor. "Mon amour?"
His call reached her ears before the turbolift doors closed, yet she did not respond. For the moment, she needed her peace. Apparently Q seemed to have realised that too, because contrary to her expectations, he had not followed her into the lift, for which she was grateful to him.
Q had been right.
She would never in her life be able to stand not talking to him again.
Her path led her to the botanical garden and only there, on one of the benches, hidden behind one of the huge rhododendron bushes, did she allow her frustration and fear and all her other feelings to run free and ruffle her hair.
Married! Her! To Q!
She wasn't arrogant enough not to admit that she hadn't imagined it at least once, however, she had usually swept those ideas aside quickly because the idea was ridiculous.
Q, the Q, capricious, omnipotent and as old as time itself, as a husband who dutifully waits at home for his wife to come home, with meals cooked and quarters freshly cleaned? If she hadn't felt so much like crying, she would have laughed.
Just the idea of Q in a relationship was bizarre and she was the other part of that relationship.
"Are you all right?"
Startled, she started up and looked into the questioning and kind face of the android in gold uniform who was looking at her. "You look like you are not well and as a friend, I was wondering if I could offer my help."
A small smile crept onto her lips. Data really was a case in point.
Sighing, she shook her head. "I'm afraid not, my friend. This is a problem between me and Q."
"Ah." Data tilted his head in understanding. "You are experiencing emotional misery due to a problem in your relationship." He settled down on the bench beside her after a moment's consideration. "However, I am sure that you will overcome this crisis, as you did the many crises before it."
She glanced to the side. "I'm not so sure about that. This isn't about a prank being played or the fact that he thinks I'm a little too reckless on missions." She swallowed. "When we were on this planet, before you could bring us up, we had to participate in a ritual that was apparently a wedding ceremony. And he knew, but didn't say anything!"
Date nodded slowly. "And you are upset because you do not want a marriage with him."
"What? No!"
"So you do desire this marriage with him?"
"No!"
Data looked confused. "So you do not wish for marriage, but equally you wish for it."
Again she sighed. "Data, I'm not mad about the wedding itself. I mean, sure I'm a little pissed about that too, but it's much more the fact that he didn't tell me."
"You feel like he took away your choice."
"Maybe."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
She stared at the floor in front of her. "Not really. I rather... well... rushed out of our quarters because I needed time to myself." Data hummed in agreement and rose. "Perhaps you should talk to him about it then. Counselor Troi has explained to me that the key to a good relationship and marriage, is communication."
She winced slightly at the word 'marriage', but still had to smile at the idea that her synthetic boyfriend had received relationship advice from the ship's Counselor. Whatever for.
"Perhaps."
Data nodded goodbye and left her alone. For a few minutes she tried to compose herself before she spoke his name softly, barely audible.
"Q."
Within a split second he appeared in a flash of light before her, on his knees and his hands held into a praying pose. "Mon étoile, please forgive me. I promise you, I really believed you knew." He almost hugged her legs. "Please don't leave me alone. I can't stand this without you. I'm sorry, I really am. Tell me what you want me to do. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
Shocked, she stared down at him. "Q, you haven't been alone for fifteen minutes!"
Q just shook his head. "Fifteen minutes too long." She sighed and gently tugged at his curls to lift his gaze to her. "I want to talk to you. And for that, you need to be calm. Sit down, please." She gestured to the seat next to her where Data had been sitting until just a moment ago and Q complied with her request almost instantly, even seeming nervous by his standards, which made her feel a tiny bit guilty since she had never seen him so upset.
There was silence between them before Q dared to raise his voice. "Are you still angry with me?"
"I don't think so." She shook her head and folded her hands in her lap. "I'm disappointed, though, Q." He let out a small whimper. "That's almost worse."
"Q, I want you to understand that I'm not necessarily upset because we got married. To be honest, it's something I personally wouldn't object to." She reached for his hand and ran her thumb over the back of it. "It's how that bothers me."
"I know you believed I knew. Still, you should have asked me Q, at least to be sure. By not doing so, you took away my chance to make a decision. Not that I would have said 'no' to a wedding," she added quickly when she saw the sad expression on his face. "However, I would have preferred that if we had decided to get married, that it happened with the full and conscious consent of both of us, in the presence of the people we care about. And not on a foreign planet, surrounded by strangers who think we are incarnations of their gods."
Carefully, she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. "I love you Q, I really do. But you must understand my point of view."
For a few moments Q was silent before he nodded slowly. "I understand you, mon amour. And I'm sorry. I should have asked and made sure you knew what you were getting into. I should have thought about the consequences my actions could bring instead of just thinking about myself and the opportunity I was presented with."
"You should have," she admitted, smiling gently at him.
He smiled slightly sheepishly and she thought she had rarely seen him so shy and vulnerable. "If it makes you feel any better, the Ajghasti ceremony is not legal under Federation law anyway. So strictly speaking, we're not married after all."
Relieved, she exhaled. "Thank heavens for that. I really hadn't wanted to get married like this." Q glanced to the side and she could tell he was trying to mask his hurt, so she leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'd really rather marry you in a decent way, surrounded by friends and family and who knows. Maybe I can get the Captain convinced to perform the ceremony." By now Q was staring at her wide-eyed. "Unless you've had enough of married life after all, after just over three hours of it."
Q jumped up, pulling her with him and twirling her around as a laugh escaped him. "Oh, mon amour, you shouldn't have said that. Now I guarantee you won't get rid of me." Dizzy from the spinning, she clung to his arms and smiled up at him. She was sure the heat had darkened her cheeks, however, her eyes shone with joy where a few minutes ago there had been anger
"That was the plan."
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#star trek#star trek tng#star trek the next generation#star trek x reader#tng x reader#q#q star trek#q x reader#q x reader star trek#q x reader tng
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A short VisGale fic, a sketch of sorts, a concept born of yelling back and forth with @renn-the-rascal, and something I hope to expand on soon. But for now…
Armor
~750 words
“There, can I get you to—“
“Certainly.”
A small exchange, one they’ve repeated every day for at least two tendays, if not more. Sharing a bedroll became sharing a bed, and in that time, Vissenta has relented to let Gale help her with more than just an assuring word and a kiss before leaving. She lifts her arm slightly, relinquishing her grip on the strap of the pauldron to let him take over, securing the piece in place and giving him room to check those down her sides that hold the cuirass.
Like every day for two and a half tendays (because he has counted, every single precious one, if only to feel the shape of that number grow as steadily as his love), they dress to face whatever this quest might throw their way.
But today, it’s not her demons they face, or those of their companions.
It’s not a demon at all.
“With you, I forget my goddess.”
In the stillness of the outer planes, he could hear her every breath, and he heard it catch at his words. And he heard, too, the warmth in her voice, when she answered with words of her own that might have been too harsh otherwise.
“Then forget godhood.”
With her hands free, Vissenta takes the chance to ensure that her hair is pinned up securely; Gale takes the chance to map the small curls that grow askew at her nape, only just covering the jagged, puckered scar that starts at the base of her skull and disappears into a web he’s felt beneath his fingertips, when he cradles her head to melt into her more lingering, passionate kisses.
“I’ll have you as you are.”
He couldn’t quite believe those words; he tried to protest. “Have the best possible version of me.”
She leaned over to kiss him, briefly, and the warmth in her voice turned to fire that burned bright behind her eyes. “I already do.”
“What divine calculus plucked us from the ether,” Gale muses as Vissenta seizes his hands, insistent on helping check that his bracers are secure, “and thrust us together?”
“I’d rather keep the gods out of it,” she says mildly, but her hands tighten around his wrists as she lifts her chin, eyes flicking down to his neck before she raises them to meet his. “After we pay one more a visit, anyway.”
Scars, on the both of them. Scars that, if opened without care, could destroy everything around them.
“You… you’re everything.”
He meant it. He truly meant it. He’d seen her, bloodless, lifeless, as she made the choice to reject a great and terrible thing, a darkly divine right that she foreswore in the face of death.
He could foreswear the same. He owed her as much.
“Is this what being nervous feels like?”
Tucked into an alcove in Stormshore, Gale can hardly look over his shoulder at Mystra’s likeness. He can feel the Weave, pure and perfect, the way open to him at last, and no matter how ready he’s believed himself to be, how long he’s prepared to see her again, he feels woefully vulnerable.
Vissenta reaches up to brush his hair back behind his ear, her fingertips brushing the silver star of the goddess as she does so. “Nervous is good.”
He knows his scowl is unbecomingly petulant. “I hate it.”
All Vissenta does is smile, lifting herself up on her toes to give him a kiss. He feels the slip of her tongue against his lips - always so daring, even sequestered in a temple, and his heart swells with her boldness - before they part, all too soon. “It suits you.”
“Does it?” Gale doesn’t want to let go of her just yet, his knight in all her glorious armor.
She nods, suddenly solemn. “It suits Gale Dekarios.”
“Him again.” Searching her face for the telltale signs of teasing, he comes up short, left only with the sight of heart-aching sincerity. “You’re rather taken with him, aren’t you?”
Nodding again, she cups his cheek in her palm. “What would he want, right now?”
The answer is startlingly quick, shockingly certain. “Forgiveness.”
Vissenta’s smile returns. “I can’t give him that, but…” She tugs at the gold-edged purple kerchief around her neck, pulling it loose, and takes his hand to turn it palm up. There’s just room enough for her to tuck the slip of cloth beneath the bracer around his wrist. “He can have my favor, while he goes to ask.”
#bg3#durge vissenta#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#vissenta x gale#otp: at a great precipice#my writing#gale x durge
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This campaign does have wizards aplenty, from our allies and guests (let's hope someone can fix Ryn; wonder how Vasselheim is treating Prism) to the antagonistic figure of the millennium himself, Ludinus Da'leth. And Halas is, of course, still in his gem. I have briefly touched on them, in fact, when they converged upon Tishtan to fuck around and find out. But this isn't about them.
Whose world is at stake here? Who is being shaken at their very foundation? Who is out here kicking ass, taking names, making pacts, and killing birds? And so it's my dubious and self-inflicted honor to present:
The Cleric and Paladin Breakdown Tracker
Episode 69
(nice)
The rules, for those not familiar with the shifting set of guidelines I frequently employed: this is a non-exhaustive list (that means that if I don't have anything funny to say about an NPC we haven't seen in 20 episodes do not ask me where they are. they haven't been seen in 20 episodes). Spinoffs into sorcerer, druid, or other territory may occur as the plot demands, but for the time being we're sticking with the god squad.
Weva Vudol: Matt described her genesis as a person who abides by the Andrew W. K. creed; she does what she likes and she likes what she does. While adherents of the Raven Queen are probably having a rough time of it, no resurrection does mean Speak with Dead is probably having a real moment right now, and honestly she's weird enough to possibly dig the vibes of Jrusar at the moment. 4/10.
Deanna Leimert: It's been a few days but I suspect things are still highly tense between her and Sunny D, and going to God City Central probably doesn't give her much time to relax and regroup. Also I have to imagine Vasselheim is going to be MAD WEIRD about an aeormaton and a wizard. 7/10. Holding it together but I bet any stitches of her knitting right now are impossibly tight (if that's how knitting works idk I'm a crocheter myself)
FRIDA: Speaking of, here's the aeormaton themself! They were feeling bad upon separating from FCG. They needn't have worried (see below) but they don't know that, and yeah I think the vibes in Vasselheim for them are going to be iffy already and the fact that the city is (highly understandably given their history) going into lockdown, probably a bit on edge! Hopefully Bells Hells remembers to ask Keyleth to give them a message or something. 7/10. (She's not on here but I like to think that Prism is THRIVING despite having frowned-upon magic. I think she's having a GREAT time, and I hope she joins the Slayer's Take, I think it would be good for her.)
Unnamed Duskmaven Cleric in Jrusar: I do not know why the Duskmaven clerics dress like Sofina Honoramongthievesvillain, but they do. Anyway rather like Weva Vudol, while things are bad I think that the Raven Queen's clerics tend to have a sort of implacable calm about them (see also Lieve'tel, who is not on this list). 4/10.
Teven Klask: Too hot to be bothered. A little confused by the edicts of Asmodeus re: the truce though. Just like a Betrayer to not explain the situation. 3/10.
Yu Suffiad: I love when people think Yu was some kind of genius of strategy because not only did they get figured out by a tiny unhinged werewolf gnome man, they, far more crucially, bargained away the artifact needed to power the Malleus Key until after the solstice. Literally their entire mission was "hey we need this object before the solstice, to be used in a machine on the solstice, for the solstice" and they were like yeah I'll get it in a month, sounds fair, and then the people they let get away destroyed the machine that was supposed to use it. Anyway with that in mind I'm assuming their dumb ass got shoved into a mirror by Zathuda, whom I would like to see again, because the return of the Silt Verses has reminded me that menace in a Scottish accent is always a fun time. 9/10.
FCG: You know, bit of a rollercoaster for them! He's had some good Commune answers and some less so Divination answers; he can't get drunk; the Staff of Dark Odyssey did NOT play nice; Dancer's still understandably afraid of him; Shithead has finally been lay to rest. I think it's going to be straight down the middle for a while, honestly; such is the nature of adventuring. 5/10.
Pike Trickfoot: Zero idea of her mood right now actually, like I assume Sarenrae has been freaking out but that's the extent of it, so she's here more because either she is blissfully unaware that Delilah was below detectable levels when Laudna came back, in which case like 4/10, or she has been harboring a dark secret in which case more like 8/10.
Jester Lavorre: SENDING IS DOWN THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN 10/10
Caduceus Clay: I have to imagine the Wildmother has made her concerns clear. Also, Molaesmyr was, when last we left it, sort of on fire, which can't be like, great for him. Time to see if 7 years have improved upon his coping mechanisms. 7/10.
Fjord: Improbably, a wildcard. Given that Jester's probably freaking out, pushed into a position of stability and calm; given that the gods are definitely freaking out, the Empire is wilding out, and also that I would be shocked if Caleb and Beau didn't let the others in the Nein know that if they don't hear from them for a while, pushed in a position of running around waving his hands like Kermit. 6/10 but specifically taken as an average of 3/10 and 9/10.
Vax'ildan: technically I don't know if he still counts like a paladin but doing so for reasons of comedy. Anyway, not sure what you can give a bowling ball full of screams but an 11/10.
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yap about uhh zhongli and azhdaha (please)
I believe I already talked about zhongli and azhdaha but everytime i reread the last lines of their dialogue together I feel so ill, its just like getting sucker punched
first there are theories that azhdaha could be the geo dragon sovereign and I mean its certainly possible. First he is described as the "Lord of the Vishaps" and he lashes at Morax for being an usurper which is the first time this word has been brought up within the main story itself. Plus Morax also struggled to seal him away during the fight showing immense strength so maybe?? I am leaning towards this theory but I have no idea really.
It would make zhongli and azhdaha's relationship 10x more interesting but a billion times more complex.
But that aside reading through the zhongli's second story quest, I think its interesting how Jiu (evil azhdaha) refers to zhongli as a traitor/betrayer this could refer to the fact that morax sided with humanity to stop him or it could refer the heavens and the authority of the archons.
anyway im still crying because morax sharing his power with azhdaha to stop his erosion is so sad but he can't stop it so he has to watch his consciousness and reason turn to nothing. I can't imagine its not only finding a new enemy but losing a friend.
Azhdaha also holding Morax is very high esteem is also super interesting. Apparently in the chinese text it signals that morax had azhdaha's respect or support in the sense that if azhdaha was the geo dragon sovereign he willingly allowed morax to use his power.
I could talk forever but as you go through act II azhdaha recites a poem "a star appears within the wild...a sun ascends as bright as...jade" LISTEN my number 1 theory for what zhongli's true form is, is that he is a star, just a fallen star for the heavens, so not only is this line super important but it also reflects how much meaning morax had to azhdaha. A blind dragon yearning to see the sun, morax embodied that sun is almost every way.
azhdaha uses kun jun to track down morax but also senses morax is no longer than geo archon, i wonder how he found him then- just the scent of the divinity?
"even without a god above, this remains a nation of men. I was once their god. I ought to be here to witness their rise and fall." ugh zhongli please dont say such things
"you were always the strongest among us, yet it would seem that even you have been eroded" see now im confused and upset. zhongli says he struggled to seal azhdaha away but azhdaha also refers to zhongli as the strongest amongst them. the truth seems as that both of them were very close in power with zhongli just peaking over him. When it comes to their fight in the chasm, it seems morax fought azdhaha alone and out of the chasm while 3 of his adepti prepared the seal in Nantianmen. (fun fact you can see the stone formations where morax "dragged" azhdaha out of the chasm)
BUT azhdaha also says that morax came to him not as an assassin so he was willingly sealed away. BUT then zhongli is like the "movements of the Earth Dragon can tremble the earth and shake the heavens. with your abilities even at my full strength i struggled to confront you, let alone seal you away." First zhongli refers to him as Earth Dragon as in a title so wink wink nudge nudge are you the sovereign azhdaha? then zhongli kind of emplies he wouldn't have been able to seal azhdaha had he not consented to it, but azhdaha also believes zhongli was still stronger than him. I guess for now we have to accept both truths.
Also im upset please dont say such things, like the fact that zhongli has eroded in his own way makes me sad.
"you may live forever, doomed to a lonely existence...yet even this is temporary" FUCK. Like this is also part of the reason I think zhongli is a star, because eternal life? loneliness? the sun shines brightly all by itself casting a shadow on everyone and burning whoever gets too close. zhongli is bright and beautiful but he ends up losing everyone within his orbit, like this is so awful but like the adepti, the archons, azhdaha, guizhong like everyone close to him is always dying. even though he lives amongst humanity now he is still going to watch all of them die. someone hold me!!! Azhdaha does say he will meet all his companions at the end, but that could be an eternity away from now.
Also after this zhongli is like my lifespan can't compare to yours, the life of an elemental being is longer than anything but wait a second, in xianyun's story line she mentions that adepti are pure elemental beings. so like is he or is he not an elemental being. If he isn't why is he called the prime of the adepti, if he is why does he state that he could not compare to the lifespan of an elemental being. then again morax could be non-elemental being that just ascended to the title of adepti.
But- kun jun states that if he were not an elemental being morax would've killed him a long time ago, so maybe it's less of the lifespan but more to do with a cycle of rebirth. In the sense you cannot truly kill an elemental being as they will simply revive or come back to life thousands of years later. who knows!
"that day in the chasm? did you hesitate?" "a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless" I don't even want to talk about it, to this day this is still the most homoerotic line in the entire game. i feel so ill, want to throw up.
I'm kind of curious when zhongli and azhdaha met, because azhdaha is like I was there with Liyue's founder, as in he was there when the harbor was founded 3,700 years ago and was sealed 1,000 years ago. BUT liyue was founded before the end of the archon war, hell it was founded at the climax of the war, so were zhongli and azhdaha already partners when zhongli became the geo archon? If so it could grant more meaning to the idea that azhdaha approved of zhongli as in he accepted morax taking his authority IF he was the geo dragon sovereign.
"you're leaving?" dont talk like that zhongli it makes you sound (and me feel) pitiful
See also zhongli is like “centuries have past since the day azhdaha attacked but the events remain crystal clear in my mind” so like i feel zhongli erodes in a different way than azhdaha i don't think his memories are just degrading away.
BACK to the power thing, zhongli says despite being the victor he cannot claim to be stronger than azhdaha, because in his heart he still retained good will, and although he wished to be sealed away, erosion made him forget this wish. SO azhdaha says morax was stronger but zhongli says azhdaha was stronger.
In this situation, zhongli could be referencing power of will. In the sense that even though zhongli won the physical fight, azhdaha was still "stronger" than him because, despite losing his memories, he still retained goodness in his heart. I will leave the power thing between the two as "ambiguous" just for my peace. But zhongli could also be saying that erosion made azhdaha "weak" in some way and if not for that he could not have bested him in battle.
Erosion talk makes me sad, zhongli describes his erosion as "people abandon and surrender the things the love to pursue the right path". And god it hurts, he loved azhdaha, truly! But to protect liyue zhongli had to turn his back on his companions. there are probably so many people zhongli loved that he couldn't protect or couldn't be with to protect liyue.
Which is why I don't think I can be too harsh on him for stepping down as archon. Not only is erosion more dangerous the stronger the being is, but for a god that has lived so selflessly for all these years I cannot blame him for wanting to cherish the things he personally loves for once. But even then he still loves liyue so much he wants to watch them grow for many years.
So uh yeah azhdaha zhongli hurts me soooo because it was never meant to be, but there are a lot of theories out there that could change the dynamic of their relationship so I am just not sure. But i do like them together I wish azhdaha would come back simply because it would make zhongli happy.
#azhdaha#zhongli#genshin impact#damn i was talking#BUT REALLY#I ALSO heard theories that zhongli himself could be the geo dragon sovereign but betrayed the rest of the dragons to become archon#i am less inclined towards this one BUT it could also hold a double meaning for azhdaha's “betrayor and traitor” lines#i wish their was more rezhong content#i could talk more but im tired lol#and this is long enough#if azhdaha had an anime bishie form i wouldn't be suffering#azhdaha come back there are GAPS within the lore#DONT READ HISTORIA ANTIQUA ACT II#that shit makes me miserable!!!#also if zhongli is not an adepti what is he#like ofc yes adepti isn't a race its a title#BUT like the beings that become adepti are elemental beings#or at least beings like xianyun are other elite adepti#many questions
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