#【 ♨ . ACT I 】

[infernalapparatus]

【 CONT . 】 - @darkseraphscorner

MAGIC WAS SOMEHOW THE WORST AND THE BEST THING . Magic was why she had this damn ailment in the first place - but magic was also how the utterly breathtaking elf before her was covered in something that would protect her. Protect her, from Karlach's blistering heat. Her burning eyes linger on the buttons that she toys with in slender fingers - and her muscular throat bobs with a thick swallow. The possibilities were endless - in her dreams, maybe.

The tug to her tail came as a surprise. It whips about with the sudden touch, the appendage disturbed by the sudden touch, before it resumes swishing with excitement. A KISS ? She couldn't possibly have just one. She leans forward a bit, rubbing her thumb along the rim of the mug, before she brings it forward to take another swig. Her cyan blue tongue flickers out to clean her lips, before her molten gold eyes flicker back up to focus on her face. Wandering eyes. " Okay, okay.. magic, so you're definitely a caster of some sort. Not really my strong suit. " She lays her palm against the table - between the two of them. Excited. " Can I ask more questions? I wanna know a little more about you, Sera. "

[sordidmusings]

Between Two Points - Ace

Art from the doujinshi Torch by NINEKOKS

Summary: You and Ace have had a ✨thing✨for a good while now so sharing a bed wasn’t strange for you. It was, however, absolutely tormenting Ace, who couldn’t keep his mind from every time you’ve touched. You wake up to find him wanting. You thought you could keep things quick and fun but they just keep on escalating. Especially when he begs to be inside you for the first time. 

A/N: oh how Ace has haunted me, especially while writing this lol he’s one of my top favs so brain said we extra need to do him justice 👏 pretty happy with the smut but I’m most happy with the ending scene - I wanted it to be sweet and silly and so very Ace. Part of the Between Two Points series (“just the tip” shots for separate charas)!

Warnings: nsfw, Implications of inexperience (Ace), first time together, sleepy sex (at first lol), subby Ace, he begs and thanks you like a lot, he calls you “pretty” as a pet name, praise kink both ways, emotionally fragile Ace, I didn’t mean for that to come out but he demands it, I just wanna shower him in love and validation until he Understands, until then he gets some pussy, multiple orgasms (for both yayyyyy), overstimulation on Ace, probably cumflation, definitely my obsession with men fighting not to cum, you make him suck the mess off your fingers, aftercare, silly banter to soothe the soul, fem!reader - kept it basically gn but then an old lady joke called to me at the end whoops

Word Count: 10.2k

Come get a serving of that soup ( ˘▽˘)っ♨

“If you see your daydreams in me, they'll not lack

What's been weighted in me, I'll make you quake with reason

I can feel your knees sinking into the bed

Searching in my dark eyes to break what’s been said

There’s a wake of grace, hunting your soreness down

There's a light in my skin that's been dimmed

I'mma dig you up and give you what I took

Pull you up and tuck you in and make you look

I'ma smooth your shoulders down and calm what's shook

It was all forlorn, if only for a season

Watching me is like watching a fire take your eyes from you”

“Can something like this be pulled

From under our feet?

Leaving our skin

And burning coals to meet

Tell me now

The shortest distance

Between two points

Is the line

From me to you”

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

Ace still can’t believe you’re in the same bed. Every step into intimacy he’s taken with you leaves him shocked and stumbling. He’ll keep tripping after you forever though because, gods, it’s you. You’ve done a hundred and one things to impress him in emergency and battle, to take his breath away with how you decorate yourself, to make him and others watch on in awe at your skills. Though, all of that pales in comparison to the simple act of you being you. You, who wormed your way into his mind with your quirks and open-minded talks. You, who could light up his body with a simple look, a tender touch, a loving smile. You, who took hold of his heart with your patient kindness and understanding. 

You, who is currently keeping him up with the delicious turmoil of holding you so close.

This is the first time you’ve slept in the same bed. Now, you’ve done plenty of other things together, so Ace hadn’t thought that it would be such a big deal. When it hit him that he was really going to be falling asleep cuddled up to you, something so affectionate and domestic, his heart pumped an extra hard beat to wash tingles under his skin. He had thought the flush of excitement would peter off into comfort and contentment. To be fair, a part of it did. The problem is that the other part began incessantly bombarding him with thoughts of everything you could be doing in the bed besides sleeping.

His past experience with you is only making it harder where he thought it would ease his nerves at being close. The sweet or heated kisses you’d grab him to steal only make his lips lonely at their memory. The spark in your eyes as your kisses move southward haunts him and keeps his dick twitching pathetically against your thigh. The echoes of times he got to be the one with his head between your legs, smothering himself in the heady taste and smell of you, has him biting back whimpers. Fuck, he’s aching and flushed and desperate and all you’re doing is sleeping in his arms. He feels guilt creep in.

This should be enough. He shouldn’t be laying here wishing for more of you while you’re already so sweetly snuggling into his chest, offering him trust and affection. Holding you while you’re at your most vulnerable should sate him. Feeling how soft and warm you are with your weight sinking the two of you together should ease him to rest. Yet his mind keeps reminding him of the last time your weight was pressing on him, leaving him equal parts wound up and embarrassed.

As usual, you had been tapped right into when he needed you to escalate things but felt he didn’t have the right to ask. All day he’d been hovering around you, a hand always on arm or shoulder and eyes always ready to jump to you. He was chasing at your heels when you waved for him to follow you so you could settle him with some attention. He was pawing at you the moment your lips touched, moaning at the first rub of tongues, grinding right when you pressed deeper into him. 

Soon he was on the floor with you on his lap, your palms pressing your weight into his heaving chest and your hips working him over. He flushed an even deeper shade of pink when you told him how pretty he looks. The thought of it has his cock jumping even now, and he struggles to keep from grinding up into your lower stomach. He can feel a hint of your mound at the base of his cock, begging him to press harder to tease himself with your plush heat and the firmness of your pelvis underneath. Knowing your clit was hiding right there against him - in easy reach for him to make you squirm with pleasure, make such pretty pretty noises, think of nothing else but how good he’s making you feel - chips away at his resolve. 

The memory continues with the feeling of his fingers sinking into the meat of your hips, caught between pulling you faster and shoving you off because he felt all too close to his end for a grown man who hasn’t even gotten his pants off yet. You were even still fully clothed but didn’t seem to pay that any mind as you circled and ground yourself on the hard cock trapped in his pants. Even with the layers, he felt how hot your cunt was getting, burning even more against him than your mouth when it took to painting a path through his freckles from cheeks to chest. When you took breaks to grind slowly over him, he felt the little moment where your hips slid before your clothes followed, delayed by you slipping through your own wetness first. His eyes rolled back at the fact that using him got you soaked and that out of everyone you chose him to sit your drooling pussy on.

With that thought and his grinds chasing you back, he felt his balls pull taught and his cock pound dangerously.

No, fuck, he hasn’t even made you cum - his clothes, fuck, he’s still in his clothes you, can’t see him cum in his pants like some pathetic boy, no nonono-

“Please,” Ace gasped out, using all his will power to still his hips and keep them pressed to the ground, “I’m- I’m too- please -hhah- you’re just so- fuck! Please, baby.” He was panting the words between moans, trying to find enough strength to hold your hips still. “Just s-slow down, I’m -nnnngh-” You just smiled devilishly down at him and kept picking up the pace. He grit his teeth and arched his head back, “I’m so fucking close- ah!”

He hides his face in the pillows and your hair even as the praises you had showered him in echo in his ears while he holds your sleeping body. His own painfully awake body shivers while he thinks of how hard he came, how each pump had felt like overwhelming bliss trapped against your heat and to the tune of your voice. It has him grinding against you before he can even think and sighing out in relief at a little bit of the touch he needs.

“Ace?”

Your sleepy mumble makes him freeze, every muscle taught like he grabbed a live wire.

“Why are you awake, honey?” The genuine concern in your sleep-thick voice only makes him feel worse. You try to lift your face from his chest, but a hand on the back of your head traps you there. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” he swallows, hoping to trap the stutter back down. “Don’t worry - go back to sleep.”

He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head and scratches your scalp to try and settle you. It works for a moment and he relishes in the feel of your body relaxing back against him. That is, until you shift to the side and snuggle deeper. Your thigh brushes his obvious hard on and you both tense. He panics when he feels your eyelashes tickle his chest, letting him know your eyes flew open wide.

“Oh.”

Yeah, oh, he thinks miserably. He’s confused when he feels you smile against his skin.

“Ace, honey, are you enjoying sleeping with me?” Even with the sleepy tone, you manage to get a lot of smug teasing in your voice.

“Yes?” That wasn’t meant to be a question.

“You sure?” you prod. “You seem awful tense.” 

You emphasize the last word with a firm press and rub of your thigh against his aching erection. His whole body shivers and a high sigh escapes him. His hands grasp you at hip and shoulder and he’s struck with the déjà vu of not knowing whether to drag you closer or make you stop. 

You’re having no such struggle, happy to find him a wanting mess. You’ll never get over seeing the confident and playful air he parades around with slipping off to reveal something fragile and seeking when you touch him. Sure, he won you initially with that part of him, charming you to his side like every other moth drawn to his inherent light, trapping you there with all the others under his protection and love. Knowing what pieces can lie under that blaze only makes the show more fun to watch. Knowing someone so powerful, so magnetic, feels the same way for you? Shows you places they’re scared to let others see? It’s your greatest rush and most cherished responsibility.

“You’re perfect, honey,” you praise. He just barely bites back a whimper. “Did you know I was dreaming about you?”

“You were?” Ace sounds much more disbelieving than you’d like.

“Mhmm, I do it often.” Your voice softens with honesty. “You’re always on my mind.”

There’s a slight tremble to Ace’s hold on you. He wants to say something, anything, but his throat has closed too tight for words to pass. 

“I can prove it to you,” the flirtatious heat to your voice eases the fragile vulnerability away. Ace is yet again thankful for your sixth sense when it comes to his needs. Your thigh creeping its way over his leg and hips helps distract him from the pressure behind his eyes. You settle your leg when it’s resting centered on his sensitive head. The weight of your soft thigh easing down on him forces a shaky “hh-ah!” from him and he feels his face flush in embarrassment and need. You reward the sound with a kiss to his pec.

“Well?” you whisper. “Are you gonna check?”

“Huh?” Ace’s blood is all in the wrong head for him to understand anything but praise and orders. You giggle at him and it makes his dick jump against your thigh.

Taking mercy on him, you grab the hand that’s planted on your hip. Slowly, you lead it to the swell of your ass and press his large hand to grip at you. He does so eagerly, playing with the pliant flesh filling his warm hold. Your sleep shorts are thin, letting him feel you easily despite the barrier. He can’t resist the instinct to pull and spread you open. You hum happily at the feeling, arching into it. Ace blows out a tense breath, bedding his cheek into the top of your head and canting his hips up ever so slightly.

“So good, sweetheart,” you sigh. He squeezes down and turns his face to find comfort in the smell of your hair. “Let me show you.”

You urge his hand a little lower, right to the hem of your shorts. You only stop when his fingertips slip under and tickle the skin right beside the swell of your lips. You want him to decide this on his own. He teases the elastic for a moment before trailing the pad of his finger over your underwear right where the seam of your pussy is, starting from your entrance up to your clit and back. Another content hum leaves you, encouraging him, and he swivels his hand to cup your heat. He shivers at the hot breath curling over his chest, and his head swirls happily when you arch your hips up to push your cunt deeper into his palm. 

This time it’s your own hand gripping your ass to spread you open for him. You arch and nudge into his hold more, unintentionally grinding over his cock in your writhing. His fingers twitch, teasing your clit, sparking it to life and leaving you wanting. He’s having trouble keeping himself tempered instead of writhing when he can feel the dampness of your underwear and how they slide messily between his palm and your pussy. He wants it coating his fingers, smeared on his lips, maybe one day he can feel it soaking his cock- 

“Touch me,” you whine impatiently.

Hasty fingers push under the band of your underwear and slip between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Ace moans. His voice is low in his chest but softened by his breathlessness. He takes his time petting around your entrance and enjoying the feeling of your lips slipping to encase his fingers when he flattens them out to reach your clit.

“Told you I was dreaming about you,” you mumble happily. Even though your body is heated and tingling, you’ve still got the weight of sleep pulling at you, leaving you in a content mix of dreaminess and pleasure. You relax further into Ace, happy to let him touch you as he likes in that tentative, worshipping way of his. It’s that endearing contrast to the brash and confident way he presents himself and fights. He always starts touching you like it’s an honor he doesn’t deserve, something he needs to take slowly lest he scare you off or never get the chance again. Even though you love the treatment, it breaks your heart that he thinks he’s so below you as to not deserve to touch you, let alone receive your affection.

The tip of a finger presses at your entrance, just enough to have the pad sink in. You swivel your hips to urge him further and moan when he listens to your plea. Ace moans with you, always amazed at your tight heat. It welcomes him easily despite gripping down snugly on his skin. He pulls his digit out with a curl, shivering when your muscles clamp back against him. You sigh his name in that dreamy way that makes him feel special, and he can’t help but add another finger and sink them in deep. Even though he’s in to the last knuckle, you shove your face down into his chest and your ass into the air to try and suck him in deeper. He rewards you by petting at your walls, drawing more pleasurable twitches from your cunt.

“More,” you whine. It’s half demand and half complaint and all turning his brain to mush. How quickly you are winding into desperation is only making his own need grow. He needs to hear more from you, he needs you to fix the burning under his skin, he needs fuck himself into a place so deep in you that you can never be rid of him.

“Need to be inside you,” Ace groans before he can think about the words. “Please, pretty baby, you feel too good-” he swallows thickly when you hungrily grind back onto his massaging fingers, “fuck -hah- need to know-” he can’t finish his sentence because you’ve snuck your hand down to palm his erection and stroke him in time with your thrusting hips.

“Think you’re ready to fuck me?” you ask. You meant to check in and make sure he was emotionally ready, but your breaths rushing out of you made it sound harsh.

“Please,” he begs, voice broken, holding you tight with his free hand, “I’ll make you feel so good- promise, promise.”

“I’m just worried-”

“It’ll be okay,” he promises immediately, “just a quick feel, you don’t even have to let me fuck you- just gotta feel you on my cock at least once.” He tries to win your favor by using his free hand to tease your clit.

“Ace,” you gasp. It’s hard to slow him down when he’s winding your body up so well. With a quick jerk, he shifts you up his body, giving him better leverage to work you on his fingers. It lands your face in the pillow next to his and he takes the opportunity to suck open mouthed kisses across your neck. You mean to talk to him and get a hold on how frantic he’s getting, but all you can do is let out muffled moans into soft cotton. 

“I’ll be good,” Ace whispers against the shell of your ear. His breath is hot and humid and gets you one step closer to an orgasm lighting you on fire. “I’ll make you cum until you can’t worry anymore.” The fingers tweaking your clit and prodding your firming walls give weight to his promise. Your hips are already starting to stiffen and twitch with the oncoming climax. “I’ll keep begging, I’ll worship you, anything you want, just, fuck-” his voice breaks before he can stop it. “Please let me feel you.”

Ace feels like he can’t get enough air; he won’t be able to breathe if you pull away - he’s sure he’ll suffocate without you. His whole body is pulsing and alive with urgency, not just the cock straining against his pants. The only thing that’s keeping him grounded is you. Your pretty moans slipping out, half-covered by the pillow. Your searching hands, grasping and working his body over in search of something to hold on to. Your chest blanketing his own, ebbing and flowing in waves with your heavy breathing pressing into him. Most of all, the slick, plush grip of your cunt around his fingers, singing to him in little wet slaps every time it welcomes his fingers back home.

“Ace, I’m-” you turn your head towards him so he can hear and find him already looking at you. His flush is deep enough to try and hide his freckles and his pupils are blown enough to turn his brown eyes black. His slack jaw lets your breaths mingle. The pressure of his fingers on your clit increases just the slightest bit, but it’s just right to get your body to clamp down and not let go. “I’m so close, gonna cum, please, love-” Ace sobs out a moan at the new pet name and presses the fingers inside you even more insistently “ahhn! Don’t stop, don’t stop, gonna-”

You suck in a greedy breath and it’s trapped in your lungs as your body starts to seize up. The hit of pleasure has you curling as close as you can into Ace, needing to clutch him when the first wave crests heavily. His fingers follow you when you squirm to center fully on top of him, soothing you through the ride with gentle pumps into your twitching walls. You breathe again after a moment, letting out a flurry of praise into Ace’s shoulder. The little shakes of your hips make you rub against his trapped cock and his eyes roll back against his wish to keep watching you. 

The way your pussy clamps down on his fingers is absolute torture. Pressed so close with his eyes shut, he can almost imagine the rhythmic waves of your spasming cunt milking him while he fucks you full of cum. It has him panting along beside you like he was the one who just came. 

You’re easing down from your high, swollen walls settled along his now unmoving fingers. The sound of your panting settles with you and the room starts to still into a cozy calmness. Your muscles feel liquid and uncooperative as you try to adjust into a comfier position. The movement yet again rubs you against Ace and he whimpers at the heavy gush of precum it pulls from him.

With a pained sound, Ace wiggles the hand that had been toying with your clit out from under your hips and past his sensitive cock to draw shapes on your back. The action brings the smell of sex closer up to his face and he can’t help but groan. Fuck, he doesn’t want to push you or bother you, but the high of seeing you cum has passed and left him even more wanting.

“Pretty?” Ace starts softly. He kisses at your temple and you hum in reply. “...please?”

You hum again, only half hearing him between the orgasm taking the wind out of your sails and that wind having only been a small gust in the first place given it was somewhere around the witching hour.

“I still need you,” he urges, pressing his hips up gently for some miniscule relief and to make you understand. He’s scalding hot below you and throbbing into your lower stomach and it starts to bring you some clarity.

“While I’d love to continue, I’m tired,” you sigh. Before he can apologize or take it the wrong way, you continue. “Normally that wouldn’t really be a problem, but I want to be bright eyed and bushy tailed the first time I fuck you.” Even with the casual way you’re talking, Ace sighs happily and pulls you tighter at the idea. Before you can think about how you’re about to contradict your words, your mouth moves and you’re back to riling him. “I’ve thought of our first time together a lot, and I’m going to treat you to much more than some sleepy sex.” He shivers and moves back to mouthing at your neck at the promise. “I want you sitting pretty under me while I show you everything I can do to you.”

“But I’m under you now,” Ace argues.

“You are, and you’re doing so good at the looking pretty thing too,” you sigh in mock defeat. You feel him smile against your neck, both from the praise and from gaining some ground. Gotta get that idea back out of his head. “I don’t wanna leave you hanging, but I want to do more for you the first time you’re inside me.”

Ace doesn’t share that worry. He’s more worried about using his free hand to start guiding your hips in slow circles to feel the motion around the fingers still sitting inside you. It also teases his still leaking cock and makes it painfully easy to imagine the sensation blending so his cock feels the circles and the grip of your cunt. It flutters on his digits and he flexes his hand to feel the twitching muscles better, putting pressure towards your lower stomach. You keen at the burn it sets in your nerves, arching against his hand to feel more. Shoved so snuggly into your body, Ace’s fingers pick up the thump of your racing heart beating behind the walls of your pussy. He’s never needed anything more than he needs to feel it tapping against the racing pulse of his own heart pulsing through his cock.

“Please, pretty, please please ple-hease” he begs again, beyond reason. “What if- what if we don’t fuck? What if you just let me inside you to keep me warm?”

The idea is quite tempting. You kiss at the side of his face, giving yourself time to enjoy the fantasy of cockwarming him. It’s one you’ve come back to many times in your daydreams of him. Still, you want to fuck the sanity out of him the first time he’s inside you.

“Ace, no-”

“Just the tip.” The words are rushed and breathless and broken. “What if it’s just the tip?”

You realize there’s no reasoning with him and you’re losing the want to try. It’s not like you haven’t been wanting to fuck him since lust rode in on the coattails of “wow he’s pretty and so sweet”. He’s not the only one hiding insecurities though, and you frequently fear that if you don’t keep up the trend of blowing his mind with all the physical stuff then he’ll get bored of you. You can’t accept your first time together being anything less than perfect; the very idea fills you with dread, so much so that the potent temptation of Ace writhing and begging and even just his fingers making you feel so fucking good hasn’t shaken it off you.

“I can’t-” Ace swallows hard, “I can’t just keep dreaming about it, please, fuck, pretty, I need you.”

You believe him. You’ve never heard him so lost before in all your times fooling around. He’s prone to his tongue loosening the longer you touch and this is far from the first time he’s pleaded with you, but this felt different. There’s a frantic undertone to his voice and the words spilling from his lips. There’s truth to the emotion turning his grasp into a delicious mix of powerful and trembling. There’s no arguing with the twitching length grinding into your lower stomach - no way you can deny how hard he feels or the heat of it burning against you even through your clothes. It’s enough to make you lose yourself to the thought of getting to clamp down around his firm cock while the length finds places to toy with much deeper than you can reach. You can tell from the shape against you his width would press back at every nerve you’ve got, waking them up and making them sing. 

You come back to reality when he sneaks in a deep thrust of his fingers. The wet sound makes him moan, and the responding clench turns it into a deep, throaty “fuck”. His head flies back as he arches and grinds. You look up from the pillow and see his pretty black waves piling next to the sharp cut of his jaw. The bob of his throat as he swallows matches the jump of his cock. You feel every detail of it and notice he’s leaked enough to soak through his shorts and your shirt, leaving a sticky spot against your skin.

“You make me feel so good,” Ace moans. “I can make you feel good too.”

The fact that he thinks he needs to convince you of that even with his fingers stuffed in you, held tight with how your cunt’s swelled from pleasure, proves he’s very far from rational thought.

“You did,” you promise with a sweet kiss to his neck. “Now it’s your turn.” His head shoots up to give you a hopeful look. “You’ve cum from less, isn’t this enough?” You swirl your hips down against him to illustrate your point.

“It’s not about cumming,” he grumbles, suddenly sounding a bit more coherent and honestly a bit offended. “I wanna be closer.”

That throws you so off guard you just spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“We could take off our clothes?”

Ace doesn’t give you time to take it back, his hands flying from you and already shoving his shorts down his thighs. He sighs in relief when his cock springs free, and nudges his head into yours mindlessly in relieved affection. Too impatient to finish the task, he stops pushing his shorts while they’re halfway down to instead get his hands under your shirt. You go to finish what he started but get distracted taking handfuls of his waist and thighs. When you thumb at the descending line of his adonis belt, Ace can do nothing but press into your touch, even pausing his mission to get under your clothes.

You lay yourself back on Ace, now trapping his dick between his twitching abs and the soft skin of your stomach and the tease of trimmed hair on your mound. Somewhere in his brain he thinks he should be ashamed of how he’s an absolute mess from something so simple as feeling your skin on his cock. At the moment, the shame is overshadowed by sheer need and awe. This is you - he’s dreamed of this, agonized over it, sat drowning in a mind and body desperate to find a way to get you to look at him, let alone touch him. Even when you started pulling him with you for teasing tastes on top of your shared missions together, all the time between had them feeling fake. Getting to have you feels so foreign and unattainable that his brain writes it off as false memories when you aren’t in his hands. 

And that’s why he holds you all the more tightly when you’re in reach. He needs you cemented in his grip and sunk into every sense so you’re all he knows. No questions, no doubts, no loneliness, no hollowness, just the comfort of you. He gets his lips back on yours before he breaks.

You hook your thumbs into your shorts and underwear but it’s not quick enough for Ace. He grabs them in a tight fistful and yanks. Your spread thighs keep them from getting lower than the end of your ass and Ace whines into your mouth. Trying not to break the kiss, you lean onto your right leg and try to work the other out of your clothing. It’s a clumsy and messy affair, each of you using a hand to tug at the garments while the other is busy trying to feel and hold as much of each other as possible. You lean back to look and finally get the damn thing off and Ace chases you the whole way. Between the hot slide of tongue, the nipping on lips, and the dancing rolls of kiss and grind you manage to get your left leg completely free of clothing.

“Fuck, pretty, how -hhh-ah!- do you do that?” Ace moans breathlessly after you set your hips back on him.

“Do what?” You’re moving your clit up and down his shaft in torturously slow grinds, mind fuzzed with the feeling of your wetness making you glide so smoothly on him.

“Make me -mmnngh!- fuck-” You circle your clit around his sensitive head, turning his speech into a few heaving breaths and groans. “Make me forget everything.”

Your lips are back on his in a rush, too fast for you to get out all the loving words living in you. First it’s as insistent and firm as your hips are working him over. After a long minute though, he’s lost too much breath to do much more than pant and hump into you in a desperate chase to feel more and more. You begin laying quick kisses to his cheek and land one in the shape of a smile on the corner of his open mouth. You feel it curl up under the press of your lips. 

“You m-make me happy,” Ace admits, a twinge of nerves managing to show through all the arousal in his voice. You bump your nose to his gently. 

“You’re my happiness, Ace.”

He whines and screws his eyes shut even more tightly. You feel his cock throb heavily against you. Taking advantage, you change to little circles against him and feel the pressure of it tease at your clit and entrance. A hand snakes into your hair and grips, holding you steady to press your foreheads together. His eyes crack open to search yours for lies. Even in the rush of your grinding bodies, the eye contact is still and sturdy as steel.

“You can’t just say that,” Ace breathes.

You feel how close he is, even harder than before and thrusts getting stilted in an attempt not to cum. You set on that singlemindedly, needing to hear his breathy broken moans, feel him squirm and jerk, shove him straight into a headspace empty of all but bliss. You get your own hand in his hair and tug, earning a moan and more pleads. Busying your mouth with his neck, you begin sliding along his whole length at a quick pace. The burn in your thighs is nothing compared to the pressure building between your hips, getting tighter and brighter with every swipe.

“No, holy shit, so close, s’close -hah hahngg-“ Ace starts babbling, “wanna cum in you, I’ll do anything, I’ll -mnnngh- anything please, fuck, too good, so fucking wet, so -fuck- can’t, please no, no ‘m gonna cum-“

You suck and teethe at the sensitive spot behind his ear and twist your grip in his hair, sure that would throw him over. Instead he lunges forward to sink his teeth into your shoulder and his hands clamp onto your hips to hold them perfectly still. You’re reminded of the power in the man who falls apart for you. It makes you clench and gush against him with a throaty moan. He holds on for dear life through it, tensing and throbbing and leaking and just barely managing to hold off his orgasm.

Once he’s sure he’s relatively safe, he lets go of your shoulder and begins kissing over the slight indents. The gentle touch feels electric on the tender skin. He continues to hold your hips prisoner, imobile against his own. After some deep breaths he pulls back to look at you. 

“I don’t want it to ever stop,” his eyes are shiny and his lips tremble, but not as much as his words. “Please.” That commanding grip lightens. He slides his hands so he can massage his thumbs into the creases where your thighs meet your hips, sending sparks under your skin. “Just a little of you.”

Your resolve finally breaks and you agree. “Just the tip.”

“Thank you,” Ace rushes out. “Remind me to take you out and spoil you.”

You huff out a laugh even though you’re pretty sure he’s serious. 

“As if you don’t try already.” 

You shimmy forward and he rights you into his grip again; getting you on him with as much skin to skin as possible, just where you belong. It makes maneuvering a bit more difficult but neither of you care; you’re too busy enjoying each other’s heat and taste.

“No goofing, just romance.”

His arms encase you while yours frame him, taking time to touch skin and play with his fluffy hair. You’re firmly settled against him, laying with your cunt just in reach of his leaking head. Each breath presses you deeper into each other and lets pressure tease at your breasts. You take a moment to sneak fingers to your sides so you can tweak his nipple. The shocked hiss is one of your favorites. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” You reach back to grab hold of him and give him a few firm strokes, just to hear his pretty gasps. “The gentleman act isn’t as fun without the goofy contrast.”

“It’s not an a-aahhhhhhnn-“ You use your grip on him to circle his head on your entrance and press back just enough for the weeping tip to catch. After drawing out the sensation for a few more breaths, you move to sit up for a better angle to give him a shallow ride, but he stops you.

“Stay.” Even though it’s an order it sounds like a plea. At your confused look he continues, “If you stay like this I won’t be able to start fucking you if I lose myself.”

He feels you clench against his cockhead and it twitches in response, desperate to sink just a little deeper and letting you know with a pressure that hovers just under enough to finally slip into you. He knows “if” was too weak a word; the moment he feels the plush heat of your cunt he’s a goner. He’s had ambition and determination and stubbornness woven through parts of his being since his first breath. Yet they all fail him when he aims them at restraint here. Staring down a warlord was easier than fighting his bone deep desire for you. You just have a way of making him feel so full of life that it circles back around to an endless emptiness unless he’s smothered in your presence. Like any addict, the starting hits were no longer enough and he’d chase bigger and bigger ones til he had the endless high of being always near and always yours. His body being newer to such waves makes it easier for his instincts to take over him when more becomes not enough.

You feel the slick skin of his tip licking at your entrance with each breath you both take, so focused on every little motion you swear you can feel his heartbeat against your cunt. You start pressing back more.

“Wait,” Ace gasps. He plants a hand at the back of your head and turns it to face him. You meet blown pupils in shiny eyes, brows fighting not to pinch, freckles dancing with every word and expression. His warm breath tickles your swollen lips and you can taste its sweetness on your tongue. You want to keep looking around his pretty face but his pleading eyes have you locked in their heat. “Look at me.”

You barely think to give him a shaky nod. 

Ace reaches his other hand down to join yours on his shaft. It slips easily around your grip and holds gently, letting you keep control. Your hand feels so hot between his large one and the beating cock in your palm. Testing his grip, you slowly pump down his shaft, a slick sound from the dripping of your cunt and his precum sliding through your fingers, and make your way back up to the tip with a twisting wrist. His hand trembles around yours and he curses against your lips but he simply follows your movements.

Happy with the reaction, you continue on. He begins sinking in and his brows furrow further. The slow pace lets him feel every bit of texture, every flutter of the muscles of your entrance as they greet him. He’s in enough for you to encase his slit and you both feel the reward of a thick gush of precum spilling right into you. You breath out a syrupy “so good” and Ace fights again not to cum again - it gives him visions of fucking you fast and deep until you’re hiccuping those words and he’s pumping you full for real. He doesn’t want to be hasty though, he might miss a single second of this blissful torture.

His dick is pressed in to a catch, hovered right where his head flares widest. You hold him steady and give a little circle of your hips to feel him play with your stretching entrance.

“-hah- holy o-oh -nnnngh- thank you thank you,” he mumbles and moans between trying to breathe. His eyes roll back and screw shut for a moment before he fights them back open to watch your hazy eyes and slack jaw. He pulls you forward by the hand in your hair to press your foreheads together. Those fingers begin a haphazard massage as they switch between grasping for grounding and petting at you in adoration.

You take in a lungful of his breath and his musk and the ambient sex and shimmy just a little lower. At last, your cunt gives to let the rim of his head pop in, finally warming you from the inside. It immediately has you clench down and you can’t help but moan pathetically at finally having something to clench down on. The burning skin of his cockhead presses back at the twitching walls of your cunt, sending jolts up your spine.

“Y-you -ahh- you’re so-“ Ace is struggling against his scattered mind and an ocean of oxytocin to get you to understand how perfect you are and how his chest is so full it aches and how he’d fight through pirates, marines, the whole world government just to be this close to you again. All that comes out is a grumbling, fervent moan of “warm”.

You clench again at the word and he whimpers. You slip your hand off of his cock and out of his grip before using it to make him hold his cock for you. It gets the sticky mess all over him, which he quickly uses to twist his hand slowly up and down his shaft. You follow the movement for a few pumps then bring your hand up to your faces. You’d wanted a taste but you get a better idea. 

The moment the pads of your fingers touch Ace’s lips, he opens them just a bit wider for you. He can smell the heady mix of you both and his mouth waters eagerly. Slowly and deliberately, you sneak two fingers past his lips and press them on his tongue, his eyes burning into you the whole time. He’s quick to seal his lips and suck, hot tongue roving over your digits to collect every drop. You can hear the wet sound of his working hand get faster. You shove your fingers in to the last knuckle and he swallows them down greedily, moaning the whole time.

It’s impossible to keep yourself still; the fucked out look on Ace’s flushed face and the attention feeding but not sating your cunt make you squirm. All the movement from his jerking, constantly getting faster and firmer, has his cockhead massaging every nerve of your entrance and reverberated through your lips and clit, sinfully delicious yet maddeningly subtle. Your body is begging for him to force his way deep, split you around his thick cock, feel that pounding drag against every inch of your swollen and pulsing pussy. Instead, you have to settle for a slow tilt and pull of your hips, guiding the head sitting heavy in you to press more one way then the next. One particularly hard pump of his hand sends a strong shock to your clit and you grip him with your hands as tightly as your core wrings down around him. A heavy throb of his cock gushes more precum into you. 

Hearing how much he’s struggling to breathe fast enough through his nose, you pull your fingers from his mouth to instead pull at his hair. He’s mumbling out curses and praises between frantic kisses around your lips. The battle to stare into your eyes is becoming lost; Ace’s won’t stop rolling back and fluttering closed and losing focus. You can practically taste how close he is and it sets your whole body alight. You’re sure when he cums you’ll be able to feel the pleasure in your own body.

“Ace,” you call and his eyes crack open to see you again. His lashes are so dark and long and make his eyes look all the darker. “Need to feel you cum.” The words are rushed and urgent, trying to sneak around gasps and moans. “Love, I want you t-to -mnnn!- fuck me full.”

“Fuck!” The word “love” echoes violently around Ace’s head, and he’s so wound up and frayed he’s scared he may actually catch fire. His scramble is immediate - hands flying down to clamp onto your hips, fingers sinking deep into your skin, head thrown back giving you a full view of the flush hiding his freckles, the strong jaw working between going slack and gritting his teeth, but most importantly his hips thrust against his will. A mindless,  ravenous instinct locked in place and told him to rut until neither of you could move, until each thrust wrung more cum from him only to have it gush out of you because how could you possibly hold more?

Unfortunately, Ace had planned ahead. Your precarious alignment lets the first few thrusts sink him just a centimeter deeper, the relief of more of you only matched by the insatiable need to have all of you. Just when he feels the knot of pleasure pull his balls taught and tense his cock hard as a rod, a thrust knocks him loose.

Ace lets out an actual wail as he loses your heat. The bliss of his orgasm gets lost with it, ebbing away quickly and leaving him frantic.

“No fuck I- please I was so close, shit-,” Ace sobs right by your ear where he’s nestled himself close for comfort.

Needing to calm him and missing the feeling of him too terribly, your hand goes back to his cock while you distract him with sloppy open mouthed kisses. You find him easily and try to settle him with a few firm pumps. Ace is relieved as the feeling comes back fast and he’s already tensing and squirming and curling his toes as his orgasm beats to life in his cock again. 

 “That’s it, love,” you encourage. “I’ve got you.”

“Can’t, cumming cummingcumming-“ Ace chants urgently, kicked straight over the edge by your care. You rush to get him back inside you first but his cock’s already kicking in your grip. The first spray of cum lands where your thigh meets your ass and the second splashes over your pussy. By the third you’re pressing him back in. The whole time Ace is moaning high and gasping and pulling you to him like he needs you to breathe. He’s squirming and handsy, back arching off the bed while he takes any handful of you he can get. You feel the heavy pump of his next spurt of cum and fall to instinct yourself. You push your body down his and plop the weight of your hips in his lap, taking him in one swift motion and a heavy slap.

“Yes! Y-ye-nnnghah!- yesss thank you thank you so good so good s’good-“

You grind yourself in a heavy drag, forward and back, relishing having him all the way inside you. He feels thick enough to press your hips wide and long enough to punch at your lungs. Each grind has him play with your insides, lighting every nerve to make you feel like he’s filled you from head to toe. Each grind also has a fresh throb press at your cunt and spurt more sticky cum where his head twitches against your deepest spots. It has an unfamiliar pit swallowing the orgasm that’s nearly formed in your core, filling your nerves with a new life. You pick up the pace, needing more of that deep seated burn you can feel with each rub of him in the pit of your gut.

Ace whines as his sensitive cock has less and less to give yet keeps up its pumping. He’s beside himself, feels completely out of control of his muscles and voice as he grinds and moans and pleads, yet somehow his hands help press your hips harder into his, adding strength to your ride with every push and pull. He’s left slack jawed at the feeling, mouth hung open to let out every humid pant and desperate sound. He can feel your thighs clamp up around his hips, your fingers claw frantically at his chest, your hips begin to shake and jump. Most of all he can feel the coming orgasm sink into the muscles of your cunt as they swell and twitch and begin to clamp down on him like a vice. 

“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop-“ now you’re chanting to him and he feels a new rush flow through his body. The ending orgasm is replaced with new interest amid the burning haze of overstimulation. Every fiber in him knows that he just needs to make you cum and he’ll know what heaven is like.

Ace sits up quickly to meet you, detouring to mouth over your swaying chest and enjoy a taste of your perked nipples before he gets some space to watch your blissed out face and writhing body. He begins thumbing at your clit while his other hand urges your hips up a few inches. For a moment you keep your hips moving but they freeze when Ace plants the hand that was on them behind him and his feet on the mattress and he starts to fuck up into you. They’re shallow, staccato slaps of his hips into yours, sloppily pushing his cum out of you to make stickier sounds, sending vibrations rattling through the underside of your clit still pressed under his thumb, and it’s exactly everything you ever needed. 

The deep pit his fat cockhead taps at again and again pulls taught until your whole cunt squeezes and then you feel like you burst. A breath you didn’t know you were holding rushes out of you with a holler of his name and you curl forward to cling to him. You try and ride out the high as it seizes you, shaking through your hips and legs and tightening its fist around your whole core. You don’t remember an orgasm ever massaging through you like this before - pulling heavy waves of clamp and release from your cervix to your entrance, each one making Ace’s cock feel even bigger and the pressure of that cock forcing you to stay open makes you nerves sing and dance tingles through your clit and up your spine and under your skin. 

You’re not the only one stuck at it’s mercy; Ace’s head is empty of all but the way the sensation ravages through his nervous system, taking his body from him and commanding it to hold you closer, harder, to fuck you faster, firmer. He knows his mouth is moving, but he’s not sure what it’s saying. His head is full of curses and wonder and “thank you”s and “love you”s but he has no clue what’s making it past. The only things he seems to hear are the roaring of his blood in his ears and the stream of praise tumbling from your lips. You gasp out, “Ace! Fuck, you’re so -hahn- perfect”, and he sears it in his brain forever. The way you pray your pleasure to him, bleed his name and “love” together as if they’re the same thing, it has his head spinning and his heart swelling and cock burning.

The pulses of your high get further apart so you force will into your legs and bounce with Ace to chase them. After a few though, his feet slip out straight and both hands are back on your hips to guide your thrusts and hold you tight. He’s kissing down the side of your face then hiding himself in the crook of your neck, where he can switch between kissing the taste of salt off your skin and huffing in lungfuls of the scent of your hair and skin and sweat and sex. He can taste his bliss on every moan he chokes out, can feel it throb closer with every clap of your hips he just clap needs a little more, needs the way clap your fingers tug his hair clap yes just like that and clap fuck, the way your pussy clap sucks him in clap so so close, just-

“Fuck, Ace, can’t breathe -hahnngh- too much, don’t let it stop -ah!- please, need you-“ 

He whimpers and crushes you in his hold, forcing you to sit still with him pressed as deep as he can go so he can feel every inch of you while he cums again. The first wave hits and he surges forward when his abs clamp tight, knees pulling up behind you to fully surround you. 

“Again?” You manage to gasp against his cheek.

“Yes,” he whines, “you’re just- fuck, fuck!”

It’s near painful to cum so hard so quickly after the last. His head is murky and floating at the strange sensation of the orgasm tearing through his muscles to make him grind and pump into you without having anything to gush out. Your body still seems happy enough with the offering though, completely in sync to milk out everything he could possibly give. 

It’s the perfect end to your high to be in your body enough to take in every bit of his high moans and mumbling and feel every bit of touch his instincts have him showering over you. He keeps nosing at your neck for comfort and tickling the sensitive skin there with kisses and words spoken right against your skin. His hands are deeply kneading the flesh of your hips, petting in trembling fingers and always pulling to keep your hips flush to his. His abs tense and jump, both with his stuttering breath and with the strong pulls of his dick every time it tries to force more out of him in a soul-deep need to fill you with him until he’s a permanent piece of you. His thighs are doing much the same, jostling you slightly against him from how he’s curled around you. Yes, this is exactly what you needed to cap your high and ease you back into reality. Especially with that deep voice of his showing off its range.

“Thank you, thank -nnngh- you, wanna be this close forever -ahhh- never -mm!- stop feeling you, love this, l-love y-y-hah!”

You guide him the whole time, petting his hair, kissing his temple, teasing his skin with your nails, and holding his back. The way he clings to you sets you ablaze but also lets you know how desperately he needs to feel held. His firm hold and your returning squeezes are the anchor that secures you both through the torrent and the drop from sharing bodies. Because of the affection, that drop is a landing in pure comfort and relaxation. Your muscles are all becoming liquid and you simply melt into each other and breathe. 

Ace may have never finished that thought out loud, but he continued it in the affection of his lips pressing so tenderly to your heated skin. He made it clear in the reverence of his hold on you, full of trailing fingertips worshipping your shape and gentle squeezes closer with warm and supportive palms. You understood from the cozy sway he set while drawing his temple up the side of your face to then skim the tip of his nose over your cheek and rest your foreheads together then find stillness. All the words he didn’t say came through in your shared breaths, which grew from humid puffs to a slow and smooth rhythm.

Just in case you missed the rest, he brushed his lips across yours, light enough to tickle before easing forward to mold them together. Your lips part to taste him once more and he indulges you, happily slipping his tongue between your lips for another dance. It’s unhurried how you kiss, lips firm and sure in how they press and drag together, tongues brushing slowly not to arouse but to simply enjoy. The slick sounds of the deep kisses ring in your ears in the quiet room along with the hushes of breath slipping between you two. Ace pulls in one particularly deep breath through his nose before breaking the kiss to sigh his happiness out. The whole thing is punctuated by one last sweet peck.

“I feel it too, Ace,” you promise.

His voice is thick when he whispers out once more, “Thank you.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and press a smile to his skin. Ace tilts his head just so to rest it on yours and closes his eyes to simply be. You’re not sure how long you stay sat in his lap holding him. Instead of the tick of a clock you have the swell of his breaths and the brush of his thumb. Now and again he’d start and leave a subtle sway or press kisses to your hair or squeeze you just a little tighter. You’d respond to it all in kind but his favorite was when he could feel a smile press your cheek into his collarbone or when you’d rest your hand over his pec just to better feel his heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, soreness begins to set in your hips and you have to move. Ace isn’t a big fan of the idea; you can tell from his grumble and his arms cinching around your waist. It's endearing, but no match for the protest in your joints.

“Ace, I’m sore,” you laugh out the complaint, too amused by his pouting. “Let’s lay down.”

“That I can agree to,” he says.

You doubt his words when you start to get off him and receive an indignant “hey”. 

“Who said you were allowed to get off?”

“Pretty sure I was just letting us both get off.”

“I helped,” he pouts.

“That’s an understatement,” you reassure with two quick pats to his cheek. “But for real, I gotta get off so we can get settled.”

“Agree to disagree,” Ace chimes with that maddeningly bright and charming smile of his. It crinkles his nose a moment and scrunches his eyes in a way that brings out their glimmer and you’re sure you’d never be able to say no to that face for long.

“Okay,” you sigh. “How are we going to do this?”

“Clumsily,” he answers without missing a beat and you laugh again.

“Okay, Commander, take the reins,” you say as you settle back into laying against him, happy to let him take over this clown show.

“Ooooo ‘commander’, huh? Wanna try calling me that next time?”

Instead of responding you give his back a half-hearted swat.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he reasons.

“I’m filing it away for later, but please Ace my poor hips. You’re gonna make me an old lady in my twenties,” you whine.

“At least you make a cute granny.” You can hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

“Move!” You laugh and he finally does.

He scoots you both back once, holding you tight through it while you giggle at the bumpy ride. Now back to the center of the bed, he shimmies for good measure and lays himself back. He holds his arms out expectantly and you just raise a brow at him.

“You’re gonna slip out.”

“I believe in you,” he says. He tried to be deadpan but his lips couldn’t resist the smile.

“There’s your first mistake,” you say and he just smiles wider.

You shift to the right so you can rotate your left leg out and down. You lean your weight on his chest for balance, a palm flat on each large pec, and slide your leg down and back right next to his. You shiver at the release in your joint and Ace shivers at the pressure on his chest and the jostle of your hips. His softened dick twitches in interest.

“Stop that, we need to sleep,” you reprimand with no real heat.

“I didn’t tell it to do that,” Ace deflects.

You chuckle and continue repositioning, leaning to the left this time. It feels just as nice when your right leg gets to be straight again and you can finally lay down. It feels a little strange to be lying directly on Ace’s middle instead of tucked to his side or spooning but it’s not unwelcome. It’s definitely not a permanent feature, though, and you tell him as much.

“Just for a while,” Ace promises. Much softer he adds, “Not ready yet.”

You hum in acknowledgement. Taking stock of your body, you feel a pleasant exhaustion and let it help you sink further into Ace. His hands rest gently on your back, one spread between your shoulder blades and one drawing shapes over your lower back. His thighs are so warm next to yours and the packed muscle feels so soft when he’s relaxed like this. The same goes for the pec currently being used as your pillow. Okay, maybe you could stay this way quite awhile; Ace is unfairly warm and comfortable and having him sit still half in you sates some instinct you didn’t know you had. 

“Blanket?” Ace asks.

“Dealer’s choice,” is your non-committal response.

With some reaching and finagling, Ace manages to get a hold of the sheets and flap them to lay over you. He leaves them so that they cover your legs but make it no further than the small of your back. It lets the slight chill of the room continue to cool you off without going so far as to make you cold. It’s absolutely perfect with his high body temperature radiating below you. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you could drift off into some of the best sleep of your life just like this.

A thought strikes you. 

“How did you stay hard that whole time?”

“I dunno,” he answers honestly through a yawn. Then he chuckles and adds, “maybe you just have a magic pussy.”

You laugh at the stupid joke, happy he’s relaxed enough in your relationship to joke more about sex now.

“Too bad you can’t go around testing that theory,” you sigh in mock sympathy.

Ace perks up and stares at you real strong. His eyes that were just fighting sleep are now full of life. You don’t say more and just let him look and stew on your words.

“Say it again but like I’m stupid?”

“That’s what I usually try to do.”

He barks a laugh.

“Damn, must be hard loving an idiot.”

“Not at all.” The tenderness that seeps from your words melts him straight through. Thinking better of leaving it (you know he knows you’re joking, but you also know that his mind is exceptionally cruel), you use the last of your energy to get up on your elbows and look him in the eyes. “You’re a dumbass sometimes, especially with those brothers of yours, but more than that you’re really smart.” You place a sweet kiss to his forehead. “And you’re strong and determined and reliable.” A kiss to one cheek. “And empathetic and sweet and thoughtful.” A kiss to the other one. “And you wanna know what you are more than anything else?”

“What?” His voice shakes and his eyes burn and he’s so exhausted from all the emotions of the night but they’ve also been the most precious things ever. 

You rest your forehead to his and take a deep breath, savoring the moment.

“You’re very very easy to love.”

A kiss binds your words and lips.

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[infernalapparatus]

LUCKY . That was such a funny word, wasn't it? In the absolutely worst ways possible. Lucky, he called her, to see herself in the mirror. Perhaps she was, in some way, to see that she had not been fully corrupted by a place damned by every god who didn't care enough. Others, who cared too much. Avernus, the first layer, the place she escaped - but her heart stayed behind. Perhaps her dignity, too, as her fingers rise slowly to brush against her collarbone beneath her shirt. It was a reminder, and a cruel one - of Zariel's name being branded into her skin. It was an awful lot like those gnarly scars on Astarion's back - and Karlach could read every one. Not that she ever had gotten a proper look at them, only ever catching a glimpse here and there. But her recognized the ugly scrawl, and knew that whatever it was, it was nothing good.

She watched as he descended towards the log, settling himself down quietly, and the initial tension of the moment seemed to melt away. Karlach had a disarming atmosphere about her - perhaps that was solely because she was genuine. She always was, because it was much easier that way. Though, it was both familiar and uncomfortable the way that hooded ruby eyes ventured over her body. He sat completely still, shoulders no longer rising and falling to keep up appearances, and his gaze could be felt on her scars. Her vents. The brands on her body, the carving through keratin on her intact and broken horn. KARLACH WAS A SURVIVOR , AND WITH THAT DID COME SOME GUILT . She wondered if he suffered from that, too. And, if he did, how deep it was buried. Deeper than her engine, for herself at least.

Perhaps that vulnerability showed for a moment, when he sighed in an exaggerated fashion and teetered forward to hide his face in his hands. Her pointed ears perked at his voice, and calloused hands joined to rub in her lap. " That's okay. If these things were easy, they'd never be a problem, I'd reckon. " She replies with the pause, before listening to him continue on after a beat. FOR A MOMENT , KARLACH WONDERED JUST HOW SIMILAR THE TWO OF THEM REALLY WERE . They may have had like-circumstances in a manner of speaking, but their views were entirely different. Astarion gloomed on the terrible things and chose not to acknowledge the good. She wondered that, if at some point in his life, he had something good. That would have been a lifetime ago.

His voice breaking caused for some turmoil in her engine. Her best manner of comforting people was with a big 'ol hug - but she was pretty limited with that. Scorching him might make this depreciation worse. Karlach sniffles - not out of sorrow, but to clear the air after his words lay heavy in the air between them. Her claws trace her palms for a moment, before sliding to her knees and she braces herself on them. THIS WOULD BE A TOUGH ONE .

" ... Do you hate the grass, Starry? " She asks, her voice soft. " How 'bout the stars? The breeze. The fresh water. The smells of nature, the quiet prattle of bugs and animals alike. Do you hate your boots on cobblestone, or hate the crackle of campfires? " And her gaze flickers over to the jotting of Scratch and the owl bear, chasing one another around quietly near the edge of camp. " How about our little furry friends, you hate 'em? " SHE WAS MAKING A POINT . Her blazing ember eyes meet his. " I think they're worth saving. Those kids in the grove, those little babes who have to live in this world? They're worth it, to me. Yeah, there's no shortage of greasy fuckers like Gortash or your Cazador, but you're lookin' at it wrong, I think. "

She draws in a breath, her eyes never once leave his. Unshakable in her demeanor. " Think about all the bad shit that happened to you. Think how fuckin' painful that was, how much you wish it could never happen again. That it never happened in the first place. But look, Astarion - all that terrible shit, that you think long and hard about? I WANT YOU TO PONDER THIS , INSTEAD .

" Would you want anyone else to ever go through what you did? Forced to do the things you did, live the life you lived? Would you let that happen, or would you try to stop it? WOULD YOU MAKE SURE THAT THIS WOULD NOT HAPPEN TO SOMEONE ELSE , EVEN IF YOU COULD SPARE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR FATE ? OR WOULD YOU LET THEM ROT ? "

for @infernalapparatus cont. from here

THERE WAS DISPLEASURE IN THAT FLICKING TAIL. It was a bit of body language that was easy for him to read. Not only because he had been forced to become the expert in such things, but because he'd seen it for untold years. It was something he saw in Aurelia often. Even when her face was carefully trained to hide all other emotion, her tail often gave her away - both with her siblings and Cazador. Here Astarion could tell that Karlach didn't like his assumption just as much as he hadn't liked hers.

There was satisfaction in that, just as much as roiling discomfort.

The fact was that Karlach was kind. She was kind and she was powerful and she'd been capable of escaping all on her own, even if it had led her to being infected by a mindflayer tadpole. Knowledge of this aroused complicated emotions in him. Admiration feuded with visceral jealousy. He choked down resentment like boiling acid, stripping his throat raw and rendering his mouth dry.

Of course she'd meant well by it. She hadn't meant it the way he'd taken it at all, and even still he felt nauseated by the implications. Could he overcome the indignity of the comparison to take her at her word and accept her comfort and kindness?

Astarion's body twisted where it stood, his hands carefully folding the very dangerous book he'd been holding closed to stow it in his pack at his feet. Disarmed of any and all distraction, he allowed himself to lower tentatively onto the log positioned opposite Karlach and looked at her with scathing skepticism glowing in his ruby gaze through the fire.

"Is that what I'd see in the mirror?" He mused, tone nowhere near as venomous as it had once been. "You're lucky to see anything at all."

He took in a deep breath and held it. His body frozen with the lack of need to either inhale or exhale as he stared somewhere off in middle distance. As much as he wanted to bite back at her, he did his best to process what she'd said. They'd been traveling together for at least a month now. Lashing out was a distinct loss of progress. For himself, and for everyone. So he sat. Unmoving. Unbreathing. It might be unsettling to look at for most people.

Was Karlach most people?

Crimson irises roved over her seated form even as the rest of him continued to sink into utter stillness. How long was it for her in Avernus? Surely it couldn't have been the hundreds of years he'd lived. Though sometimes his time felt longer. The moments chained to a wall and hung desperately and entirely alone, stripped of his flesh and shivering in the dark - those had felt like centuries unto themselves.

She'd lost her heart and was forced to fight a war. He'd lost his life and was forced to exist in a waking nightmare from which not even trance was a reprieve.

... These things were both allowed to be painful.

When Astarion finally cleared his lungs of the air he'd kept trapped in them, it came out in a great whooshing sigh. His body deflated along with his lungs, folding him forward until his elbows rested on his thighs and his face was buried in his hands. He had to hide his vulnerability somewhere, and his own icy palms were safest.

"Thank you," Astarion began, fingertips digging into his eyes to dispel the burning behind them, "I don't know where I'd even begin."

She'd called him pretty. It didn't feel necessarily sexual, or even flirtatious, and therefore made the ghost of something absolutely terrifying swoop through his stomach and chest. Rather than admit to that, he admitted to something else.

"I wish that I could love this world. I hate it. Everything about it. Everyone in it." His voice broke. A dam holding back emotion that even the hands over his face couldn't hide. He felt utterly exhausted. "There is nothing in it for me that's worth saving. Destroying? Yes. Taking power over? Of course. Saving? There's nothing, darling, it's all worthless to me." I am worthless. I am not worth saving.

When his hands finally dropped away from his eyes, they were glassy. His tone, however, was iced over. Guarded once more. "You would do well to learn to care only about yourself again, even here. Men like whoever sent you to the Hells exist everywhere. There are more of them than there aren't."

[quiurifam]

➶➶➶➶➶ 𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕒𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ➷➷➷➷➷

𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅²

Kung Lao(MK1) x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW; Face sitting; Fingering; Overstimulation; 69;

I ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ :D

✶➶➶✶➶✶➶➶♨♨ • • • • •♨♨➷➷✶➷✶➷➷✶

You had taken your time getting ready, carefully picking your clothes, make up, perfume, all to have the perfect planned date night. Unfortunately all that planning was thrown out the window as soon as you knocked on Kung Lao’s door. You'd never thought that simple note you gave him as a teasing joke would actually get him so worked up, but as soon as he saw you he was on you like a starving man.

You had barely time to get yours “hi's” out before he was pulling you inside and closing the door. Holding you flush to his body.

“Woah there, eager aren't we?” You tried to tease him, but he felt no shame for how much he wanted you.

“You bet.” He pulled you into his arms, kissing you almost suddenly with how quick he was in the act. Normally he was more laid-back with his kisses, patient with how things progress, but tonight he was aching for you with no chance of taking things slow. 

It was a rushed kiss full of his thirst for your taste, his hands snaked down just barely below your ass and he used them to hoist you up, you let out a surprised sound into the kiss and he took the opportunity to deepen it. Quickly you locked your thighs around his waist seeking stability, and he did not waste a second carrying you to his bedroom. He took advantage of the position using one of his hands to squeeze you ass, feeling his strong hands on your body was something you could never get tired of, and wanting to tease him back you lightly bit his lower lip in the middle of the kiss, he hummed needily separating the kiss for a second.

“God, you're going to kill me.” He pulled your hips even more close to his, pressing his hard-on directly on your clothed pussy, wanting to prove just how much you messed with him. You gasped at the feeling, trying to control your hips to not grind on his erection.

He got to the bed, laying down on it with you on top of him, tapping your hips with his fingers and giving you that cheeky smile of his. It was no surprise he wanted to go down on you, and all you did was let out a little amused laugh at his impatience to do so. You got off the bed taking off your clothes and he took the opportunity to fling aside his shirt. Climbing back on top of him you stopped with your knees on the sides of his head and pussy right above his face, looking down at him and his face full of lust. Deciding to test his patience a bit, you stalled sitting on his face.

“I don't know… maybe we should try something else for tonight hon?” You gave him a mischievous smile.

“Don't even joke about it.” He looked serious at you for the first time in the night.

“Whaaat? I would never jok- ah!” He took you by surprise, pulling you down to sit completely on his face. you squirmed feeling his lips against your lower ones and specially when you felt his muffled playful laugh under you. 

With his hands still holding you in place he started sucking on your clit, he was quick with his mouth but also sloopy, not that it mattered considering you were already wet anyways. You moaned at the feeling and started grinding on his face, after he was done playing with your clit he let his tongue enter you, humming into your cunt. The hands that were holding your thighs tightened trying to pull you impossibly closer to his mouth, even though you were already fully seated on his face.

“Kung Lao!” You whined his name pulling on his hair as he sucked on your cunt and pistoned his tongue in and out, his nose bumping into your clit. With the way he was holding your thighs it would be no surprise if it were to leave marks, but the thought of seeing his handprints on your skin only made you more wet for him. He was moaning and groaning while he ate you out, the way he was enjoying this would have you thinking he was the one getting sucked off, and his noises only increased when you pulled on his hair, lost in the moment, you heard and felt the long mewl he released. Looking behind you, you could see the massive tent in his pants, not like you could do anything about it though, with the way he was keeping you sat on him.

As you felt yourself getting closer to your high you started riding his face with more need, he released your thighs instead squeezing your ass, letting you use his face as you pleased but not getting his hands away from you even for a second. Still pulling hard on his hair you finished on his mouth whining as your release coated his tongue and the whole lower half of his face.

His hold on you lessened and you lifted your hips a bit as you tried to catch your breath, he drank up your cum and licked anything that wasn't in his mouth. In a second his hands were dragging your hips down again and his mouth was on you sucking like his sanity depended on it. You cursed loudly, screwing your eyes shut, still very sensitive from your orgasm.

“Wa- ah, wait!” You tried lifting your hips, the sensations were too much for you in such a delicate state. He only hummed a response into your cunt you couldn't even understand,  taking advantage of the angle you were positioned now, he inserted two of his fingers alongside his tongue. Your hands were gripping hard on the sheets beneath him, looking down to see his face you were met with a face full of lust, the view of his cum wet face and pussy drunk eyes was too lewd, you clenched hard around his fingers moaning his name.

He whined with you, feeling your walls pulse against his tongue, completely lost to your taste and wanting more than anything to have you cumming in his mouth again. He was being quick with his fingers, using the last high you haven't completely recovered from to build up a second one faster, curling up his fingers so he could find your sweet spot and make you even more stimulated. When he did find it, and he knew he did just by the sounds you were making, he bullied it with his fingers while his tongue was laid out flat against your cunt, he was rubbing it on your clit back and forth, truly driving you insane.

You felt it coming way quicker than the last time, one of your hands let go of the sheets to grip his hair again, you yourself pulled his face into your cunt while pressing your hips down grinding on him, practically suffocating the man on your lower parts as you cummed hard on his face once again. Your vision was blurry at this point, tears forming at the corners, your thighs were trembling beside his head, and you almost forgot to lift yourself up to not actually suffocate him.

You were barely able to hold your weight on top of him with your wobbling body, but he was still not done, giving you even less time to recover than before he pulled you down again, not wasting a second in driving his tongue into you. You screamed his name overstimulated and with your body tender.

“I can't! Pleas-” You couldn't even finish a sentence without moaning loudly at the way he was moving your hips himself, his hands were gripping your ass strongly and he was using them to move you to ride his face. You heard something similar to a “you can!” coming from below you, muffled as he refused to let go of your pussy even for a second for talking. You could feel his hips moving behind you, so ridiculously turned on that he started humping the air.

At this point you were already shedding tears, and could barely form a coherent thought. You were feeling another orgasm building and you had barely come down from your last one, you cried out his name and cursed as you felt yourself coming on his face for the third time that night. There was so much of your cum on his bed, you could see it dripping down the sides of his face and wetting his sheets, your thighs were soaked and so was his face, his chest was heaving and so was yours, but you could tell by his eyes he still wanted more.

“Wait!” You were quick to say, knowing he was about to dive in again, “Let me help you too.” You said breathlessly, you didn't know what he had in mind but you wanted to help him cum too.

With a hoarse voice he agreed, his hand went back up to your hips and he turned you around, you leaned down to undo his pants practically on all fours on top him, once you were able to free his cock and take it on you hand he let out a loud moan, it was painfully hard with precum already coming out. You licked his head before wrapping your lips around it, taking it bit by bit down your throat. He waited till you were almost all the way down, your torso almost flat with his hips to take thighs and pull them flush with the sides of his face. You sat down on his face again, and you would laugh at his content sounds if you weren't so sensitive right now.

He started thrusting lazily into your mouth while eating you out passionately, you suck on his cock while he did so, trying to do your best not to gag on him, a difficult task considering how fucked out you were by now. It was all very gentle and slow this time, he was taking his time making out with your pussy and you were focused on doing your best to deepthroat him. The noises were loud with your moans and his not being held back, especially his considering how close he was to actually cumming. He had been almost losing his mind below you, so turned on by you he almost completely forgot about his hard on, and he would have if it were not by how painfully erect he was. 

It didn't take long for him to start humping into your mouth with more need, you could feel he was close and wanting to make him cum you started going faster with you mouth, focusing on your throat you forgot to hold yourself up a bit, fully sitting on him again, it only made him warmer and he let out a loud whine as he filled your throat with his cum, so much it was spilling at the sides of your mouth dripping down his on cock. Both the sounds and the sight were more than  enough to make you cum with him and you cried around his cock as you did so.

He was completely exhausted and so were you, but deciding to get back at him for the overstimulation you sucked hard on his dick again. He squealed, his hips twitching.

“Don't! Ah-” Now he also had tears in the corners of his eyes, not that you could see them though from the position you were in. He moaned your name loudly, begging “please” over and over again, spit was running down the side of his mouth mixed in with your cum, his hips were stuttering, wanting to get away from your lips but still thrusting into your mouth over and over again, he needed you to help him finish again so bad but he was so sensitive it was painful.

Almost sobbing he cummed on your mouth again, squeezing your thighs as he did so. You swallowed his cum and turned your head to look at him, your eyes bulging looking at the marks left on your ass and tights. Kung Lao was spent and so were you, you turned around to lay beside him with your head on his chest.

“We need to clean up.” He said, but he put his arm around your waist, also not wanting to get up.

“I know, just give me two minutes…” You said lazily.

“You're going to end up falling asleep.” He said giving you a chaste kiss on top of your head.

“Maybe…” You were practically already doing so.

“Come on, I'll take care of you.” He said with a laugh, fighting his own soreness and tiredness to carry you from the bed to your bathtub. You'd probably fall asleep there too but it was okay because he would be taking great care of you, like he always did. And like he always would do once he finally asked you to become his girlfriend, he was sure you would say yes.

[infernalapparatus]

(From a prompt with a little more! Hope you don't mind!)

"That looks like it hurts." The five foot tall Hylian looked worried at the blood the taller red skinned woman had on her. "Are you injured? Do you need some first aid?"

【 ♨ . ROLEPLAY PROMPTS 】 - @linklewinklewoman

THAT WAS CERTAINLY A LOT OF BLOOD . Karlach was a tank, a frontline fighter - used to taking real hard hits, and dishing out the pain even harder. The giant tiefling was currently crouching down by the fire, a bandage held in her hands as she sticks her hands over the fire - and s strange, flammable substance is poured over top of the thick bandage in her hand. A strange wrap, fire retardant - that Karlach brings it in after toasting it over the flames, and she shoves it against her stomach. The tiefling draws in a breath and glances down at it, watching the bandage slowly melt against her flesh - and the heavy bleeding stops.

" Phew! That coulda been bad. " She replies, bringing a bloodied hand up to swipe the sweat from her brow. She offers a crooked grin at the Hylian, while she remains kneeling. " Sorry 'bout that, soldier. It hurt, like a right bitch - but nothing I won't live through. " Understatement of the year. I ' VE JUST BEEN THROUGH FAR WORSE . " Think this'll be the ticket for now - oh! Unless you're a healer? That'll work a little better than this 'ol wrap from my old stomping ground. "

[lesb0]

i was wondering why tumblr.com is populated by retentive hysteric type women but then I realized this is just how all of the annoying sheltered white women act /(♨︎___♨︎)\

[infernalapparatus]

THE SHARRAN HAD SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS . She somehow knew just what to say, and exactly how to say it. Her manner of speaking was so fluid and so precise, and her manner of tongue alone had riled the tiefling up in all the right ways. There was a chance that Karlach was just needlessly horny... And that chance was probably the case. Who wouldn't be, after forced abstinence for decades? It was enough to make every copper piece shine like gold. It was as if she hadn't ever seen such a pretty sight before - her glowing eyes widening in the dark of night, engine alit with excitement, her tail wagging behind - even if she tries her best to keep it still. She can't help the way her eyes rove Shadowheart's slender form - taking in every single delicious detail of pale, flush skin, and otherwise flawless curves. Her mouth dries out. What the hells does she even say?

" Fuck, you're pretty. " Is all that comes dumbly spilling out, and it's far more breathless than she intended. Braid swaying in tandem with perfect hips, perfect for squeezing, sauntered closer and Karlach's tail suddenly went pole-straight. Now, that pretty little night orchid was only a few breaths from her, standing in all of her nude glory, with that lovely fragrant scent of sandalwood and incense. She didn't mean for her eyes to darken with lust as they did - but there was no helping it. SHE COULD HAVE DROPPED TO HER KNEES AND WORSHIPED THIS WOMAN LIKE SHE DID SHAR .

Her teasing little tug of her bottom lip quickened the rumble of her engine, and in that moment, she felt she could have died happy, if her damn death sentence heart gave out right then and there. But, luckily for her, the hellfire was far from quenched, and her claws immediately moved to her own infernal leather top. AS IF THE DAMN THINGS WERE POSSESSED . Puppets of the Sharran's gaze, as they pulled free her top and cast it to the side, and she wasted no time for her own braisser to join the pile. Calloused fingers grasped at the laces of her breeches, pulling them free with a small tremble to her hands, working around the uncomfortable tent that had sprung in infernal leathers. Fingers slide back to unclasp the fabric cut and wrapped around her tail, and she shoves the pesky garments aside.

Now, the tiefling stood just as bare as the day she was born, a hand attempting to poorly cover her half-stiff member, cheeky grin splitting her lips. A small puff of smoke leaves her shoulders, and her fangs sink into her lower lip in turn. " Ha, yeah? " She comments, still a bit breathlessly - AND SHE ' S STILL REELING OVER BEING CALLED SOLDIER BY SUCH A PERFECT WOMAN . Gods, she was in for it now.

" Well, uh... How 'bout I go in first? Make sure there's no, uh, sharks or anything. " The massive woman chimes, eyes still glued to her form, before she slowly winds around Shadowheart's body - oh so close to touching, yet just far enough away. She won't burn her pretty skin. Gods, the things I would do to her... But she doesn't linger on those thoughts. They had a bad habit of showing in her body language, and her hand wasn't quite big enough to conceal all that. She steps around, before sinking one foot at a time into the water, steam rising from the contact. Slowly, she makes her way deeper inside, previously cold water bubbling all the while - UNTIL IT LOOKS MORE LIKE A HOT SPRINGS THAN A POND .

@infernalapparatus // cont.

SHADOWHEART HAD A SOFT SPOT for tieflings. Blame it on her long lost and forgotten friendship with Nocturne , but her affection for Karlach has been undeniably growing despite herself. The cleric's void heart refused to feel for anyone or anything , so poorly misguided into Shar's teachings , but the barbarian has proved to be one impossible not to love. And this she tended to achieve rather naturally , leaving the Sharran defenseless and vulnerable, without the ability to hide behind any kind of armour or shield.

Her bra had been tossed to the ground , and she had turned to face her observer.Karlach was standing there , gawking at her flustered and Shadowheart's smile thrived upon her pale features , for the way the tiefling was watching her made her feel like some sort of deity . And the thought of being worshiped like this, rather than worshiping others, excited her. To the point that instead of sending the 'intruder' away , Shadowheart continued to remove the last pieces of clothing to indulge in her midnight swim.

Her head tilted to the side , and her smile beamed softer than ever as she continued to move under the moonlight , petite frame on display with the pair of fiery eyes on her tits , glaringly obvious.

" Need I?, " The cleric reiterated walking up to the other, smiling and dauntless. "Well, I guess I could use some heat whilst I indulge in my dip. Just as long as you don't venture and touch me...," The tug of her teeth at her own bottom lip suppressed a small chuckle as emerald hues wandered all over the other one's perfectly shaped and muscled body , on her turn, " Nonetheless. I don't see any harm in touching yourself, soldier."

Yes, the fire betwixt them was setting her senses ablaze, undeniably.

[thewickedjazzy]

𝑽𝑰𝑷 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑰 :𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶

𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐��𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒇 :-

· · ──── ·𖥸· ──── · ·

(smut:♨ fluff:𐀔 angst:☠︎︎ crack:☻)

➳ Book I : ‟ Something on your mind, Nakahara?” (♨)

Enemies to Fuckers Lovers? it's been two years since you joined the port mafia and chuuya still gives you the cold shoulder like you’re some sort of personal vendetta. confused, you finally mustered up the courage to ask him straight up why he’s been acting like a dick? What’s his deal with you?

➳ Book II : Spitfire (☻) (vignette fic)

A crack vignette fic with a bunch of one shots.

➳ Book III : I Wanna Hold You Just For Tonight. (☠︎︎)

beastzai is intensely toxic and manipulative towards you, treating you as his puppet. despite his twisted behaviour and control, you unexpectedly start developing feelings for chuuya.

©2024 @thewickedjazzy ─── please do not copy, translate, or post on any platform.

[pocketmania]

Hiya !! I'm the previous anon !!!! From the jelly jax !! Hvbhbbbh ,, even though it wasn't what I meant I loved it it was very cute !!! <3

If you wanted to write one with my original idea for a jealous !-jax x oblivious partner in crime reader ! ,, I would totally love that !!!! But I completely understand if not ♡ ,, also is it ok if i'm 🧃 Anon?? <33

[A/N] Hi 🧃 anon! I'm so sorry i didn't pick up what you were telling me! (I'm probably actually maybe gonna go ahead and delete that one since it feels very rushed to me and I don't like it all that much lmao 😭)

Again I'm so sorry!! I'm very slow when it comes to slang, believe it or not. I've done this before with the word "eating". My friend said, "omg I'm eating in this outfit," and I was like, "Is that a bad thing? what's wrong with eating in that outfit?"

Everyone pretend that that last tadc fic doesn't exist i never even wrote it whaaaat are youuuu talking aboouuut there is nooooo such thing as a jelly!jax x reader by pocketmania whaaat

AND‼️ IM VERY SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT‼️

Now onto the (real) thingy

# Jealous!Jax Relationship Headcanons

(🎪🎉👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💭) - amazing digital circus headcanons + scenario

(reader type) - gender neutral; oblivious and chaotic

(‼️warnings) - cartoon violence

(quick summary) - headcanons about Jax dating the Reader and being jealous of their divided attention.

♨ Jax, even if he would never admit it, is quite the jealous person

♨ constantly watching who you talk to from afar, clinging to you when you divide your attention, that sort of thing

♨ you are completely oblivious to how jealous and possessive jax is for you despite everyone who is in their right mind telling you lmao

♨ it will be painfully obvious and you will still remain none the wiser

♨ The jealousy (which you believe is him being loyal) + his charisma + his teasing is what had you head over heels

♨ Jax truly appreciates it when you partake in his chaos. Like he will become 10× happier if you were to, say, help him break Gangle's happy mask for the umpteenth time

♨ Zooble is highly aware of how jealous Jax is and purposefully takes your attention away from him to make him upset

♨ Apart from pranking people all the time, you're quite nice! Everyone appreciates how sweet you are compared to your partner in crime

♨ violence. violence everywhere.

♨ sometimes Jax will butt into a conversation you're having with someone else

❝ Oh, (Y/N)! Hi, good to see you! How did you sl— ❞

❝ (N/N), let's go and shoot something beyond recognition. ❞

♨ he often goes to your room just to check in and cuddle with you and everything of the sorts

♨ Knows everything about you. Your past life, your hobbies, who you like to talk to, what you do when you're bored. Everything.

♨ Jax tries to act like he isn't jealous, which only works on you. everyone else occasionally makes jabs at him about it haha

♨ Hey, he's got feelings under all of... that

♨ just last the last sets of Jax headcanons, you both are literal war criminals. many of your jokes and pranks have not only pissed off a lotta people but also killed many npcs

♨ i have a hunch that jax doesn't really consider the feelings of anyone else besides you... and that's kind of a stretch

♨ you honestly find how loyal he is to you charming. it feels good to be cared about in a place like this

♨ when I said he often goes to your room, I mean it! when he's not by your side on adventures, he's in your room bullying you and other things he's likely to do to you

♨ ... Like inquire about your relationships with others

♨ lemme set the scene...

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

"Come in!" You called, sitting up on your bed.

Jax poked his head into your room, entering and shutting the door behind him. He waltzed over to your bed and loomed over you, smiling as smugly as he usually did. You opened your arms and invited him to cuddle with you. He flopped down on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around him.

"Were you just rotting in here or somethin'?" He asked, adjusting himself so his head now lay on your chest. You smiled. "I was just bored."

Jax rolled his eyes and smirked at you. "Well, thankfully, I came in to save you. Aren't you grateful?" He joked. You ruffled the fur on his head and lay down in silence. It was a long moment of silence, but a comfortable one at that.

... At least for you.

"Hey," Jax started, sitting up a bit and looking at you. You looked down at him and raised your eyebrows, indicating that you were listening. "Yeah? What's up?" He ran his fingers along the digital sheets of your bed. "... What were you and Pomni talking about earlier today?"

"Eh? Me and Pomni?" You repeated, looking a bit confused. He nodded. You stopped to recall what you two had been chatting about just earlier that day. "Um... I think we were just making small talk? No specific topic." Jax let out a small "oh, okay" as it processed in his head.

"Do you like talking to Pomni?" He continued to survey you. You smiled and placed a hand on his head again. "I do, but not as much as I like talking to you!" You sang. He seemed to like that response and rested his head back on your chest, squeezing you a little tighter than before.

"You're quite the good hugger, Jaxy-boy!"

"Shut the fuck up and never call me that again."

[gemscales-and-tea]

☁︎ I was intimidated by your disposition/afraid to follow/send an ask to ♨︎ you seem really chill (now that I've been following you for a bit) ♕ I’m impressed with your writing!

I still never understand why peeps are intimidated by me but I'm not gonna act like I don't get it on some level.

And I'm happy my writing impresses you!

[infernalapparatus]

IT WAS A LONG WAY DOWN . At least a forty foot drop, if her eyes were anything to trust. They usually were. She peers over the edge, down to the water below that she is certain is deep enough. Clawed hands slide beneath her top, peeling it away from her body, and her smallclothes follow just as quickly, thrown into a haphazard pile or crumpled clothing to join Duri's. Her eyes slide over, a response resdy on lightly chapped lips - but all words die as the other tiefling strips off her clothes, taking her gaze over her companion's body. But, she tore her gaze away just as fast, a light cyan color flushing in the barbarian's cheeks. She chuckles to herself, dismissing the thoughts - because this is her companion! Don't make it weird, Karlach! She shakes it off and clawed hands drop to her breeches, though she keeps those on.

She tended to go commando in the Hells, and still hadn't broken that habit - so she would spare them both the awkward interaction of that and kept them on. She kicks her boots, to join the accumulating pile of camp clothes, before she gives an eager nod of a horned head. Her chest blazes with excitement, her current state of dress leaving the full infernal engine on display, glowing in the dark of the night. AS IF SHE WAS A BEACON UNDER THE STARS . " Nah! Nothing that complex, Duri. It's easy - watch 'n learn. " She winds back, flashing a grin, and offers a cocky wink.

" See ya at the bottom, soldier! " And the hulking tiefling barrels towards the edge of the cliff, laughing boisterously as her feet slap against the grass and rock - before she flies off of the edge. She howls in excitement, careening over, and falls far into the basin below. THE SPLASH THAT FOLLOWS MATCHES THE SIZE OF THE BARBARIAN WHO WENT JUMPING IN .

Continued from here with @infernalapparatus

Eyebrows shot up at the mention of 'swimming'. Did she know how to swim? Duri only had to muse over the thought for a moment before something akin to a memory floated to the forefront of her mind. This was not the first time this sort of thing happened. Personal memories were still locked up in the unreachable parts of her mind, but she somehow knew that she was able to swim. Sort of how she was able to recall her ability to use magic. It was almost innate.

Their short walk was pleasant, comfortable in a way that Karlach's presence brought. It was nice having somebody so open and friendly in their mishmash of allies. When the pair reached their destination, the natural sight was unlike anything Duri had seen since the Nautiloid crash. Perhaps even before that if the awed breath that caught in her chest was any indication.

Duri's eyes blazed bright in the darkness, taking the scene all in before they snapped to attention on Karlach. Her heart skipped a beat in a way that, lately, had only been associated with spilling blood. Somehow that was a relief She could feel exhilaration for something harmless. Fun.

"I feel really good about it actually." To make the point clearer, Duri’s tail practically wagged with excitement now. She balanced on one foot at a time to yank off her boots and toss them aside. Her loose camp shirt and pants soon followed. Clad in only her innermost layer, Duri peered over the edge to the pool of water far below.

“Is there any technique I need to know other than….jump?”

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Good morning/evening! Crawling in looking for bg3 matchup, please and thank you! - one of each gender, and am open to poly or monogamous answer!

My Tav is ! a half-drow barbarian, more keen on exploring and checking things out than fighting but once she’s in battle it’s all or nothing, though sometimes she gets fixated on the quickest way to end things rather than the most effective. Absolutely panics when someone is downed or dead even with revive scrolls, tries not to leave them for long and always checks in with whoever it was after battles.

She tries to keep a kind, ‘morally correct’ image of herself, placing most investment in justice despite trying to keep peace. She can recognize when a situation calls for a more brash approach though, or if it’s better to cut their losses than to pursue smthn. She’s rather quick to anger though, often getting irrationally frustrated when something isn’t working out in her favor. She’ll try to keep a cool head but ultimately gets snippy or actually violent over it and is fine after a moment.

My Tav would absolutely love to draw though, if she doesn’t have any sort of drawing equipment a stick and the dirt will do just fine. She also keeps a small collection of rocks she’s found in their travels- 100% gives away ones that remind her of certain companions to them. She also really likes the stars, she can’t really tell which constellations are which- or even if there are any visible- but she just thinks they’re pretty ^^

A/N: Alright my Half-Drow Barbarian Anon, I think you’d be best matched with Wyll (Male) or Karlach (Female)!

🗡 Wyll would be a good match for your half-drow Barbarian Tav, as both of them are pretty intelligent and proficient in fighting. Both Wyll and you Tav are quick to investigate, then act. It’s actually what got Wyll into trouble all those years ago, him seeing a situation that required intervention, and acting with haste to try and save Baldur’s Gate. Both he and Tav see themselves as good people- people who try to do what’s right. 

They would also be able to bond over the discrimination they face. Wyll, now because of his horns, and Tav, because she’s part drow. 

However, opposite attracts, in that Wyll is often more composed, and not quick to become enraged. So he ends up being the one calm guy, pulling your Tav back by the collar as she’s yelling, “Let me at ‘em! Let me at em!” 

Wyll tends to mull things over a long time, and he kinda sulks a bit whereas Tav is super fast with her feelings. So when she’s angry, and he comes to understand how she’s feeling, he’ll bring her a really cool rock and be like, “Here love, I brought you a present to help you cheer up.” And Tav will be like, “Cheer up from what?” “Weren’t you raging five minutes ago?” “Well, yeah. But that was five minutes ago.” Wyll is like :00

He loves how artistic she is! He asks if she’ll teach him to draw and in exchange, he’ll teach her to dance. Also will find her rocks for her collection. Most of the ones he gives her outright are pretty boring, but that’s only because he’s secretly stashing the cool ones, planning to commission an awesome weapon with them engraved in the handle. 

At the end of a long day adventuring, Wyll loves to sit with her at the campfire and look up at the stars. He may only know a few constellations from when he was a boy, but he’ll gladly share that knowledge with her. 

He thinks she’s lovely. And is so honored to have her at his side. 

♨ Karlach would also be a good match for your Tav! The both of you are barbarians, so you totally understand the urge to solve most of your problems just by smashing them, or fighting. But Karlach is also smart=t. I mean she’s not a genius or anything, but she’s intelligent enough to be calculating in her attacks. Karlach would most likely appreciate your Tav’s knack for investigating an area before charging in, making sure everyone had all the proper details first and foremost. 

Unfortunately Karlach can also be all or nothing when it comes to her loved ones getting hurt. She totally panics and feels guilty as if she should have done something to prevent it. Your Tav will have to assure Karlach that it wasn't her fault, and encourage Karlach to not talk down to herself. 

Karlach is a firm believer in right vs wrong, even if she wasn't always able to act on it in the way she wanted to. She’s also fiery and pretty quick to anger- your Tav and her are very similar in that regard. So they might get more carried away than most lol. One of them would need to develop a little more discipline in order to hold the other one back. But that’s ok! They could both get snippy, even with each other, and it wouldn't matter too much. They’re pretty evenly matched strength wise, so they could even battle the stress out if they wanted. 

Karlach is a pretty fiery girl, but she does need a fair amount of time to cool down. She might need more time than your Tav to process things and get past them. 

Karlach loves how artistic Tav is! She thinks it’s incredible; she’s always bragging to the others in camp about Tav’s work. Karlach even asks Tav to pretty please draw them matching tattoos, because Karlach thinks that would be sick! 

Will hold rocks for her while they go collecting, and can even hold an extra one in her tail. 

Karlach doesn't know anything about stars either, but loves making up stories as she goes, she points to the biggest one she can find and names it special, after Tav. 

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[grief-worn]

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domestic headcanons.

gonna put these under a cut! i might ramble.

any pets they might have.

ok, yes, shadowheart loves animals. if she had a different life, she would've been a horse girl. sources list that in one of her endings she adopts: four dogs, eight cats, nine chickens, six pigeons, four sheep, a cow named daphne, a squirrel, and a wolf cub named buttons. (also the owlbear if you pick that choice.)

i personally adore this. i'm not entirely sure i'd pin my interpretation of shadowheart as a farm girl, but i do think she'd be too weak to deny any stray that ends up on her doorstep. her family would grow quite large.

if she seeks a life of adventure, i think she'd keep an animal companion to fight along her side. a wolf seems fitting, especially if she loses her parents. it would be a way to memorialize her father and remember his legacy. but i also swoon at the idea of her riding that armored owlbear into battle ... alternatively, she'd look badass with a hawk.

the owlbear refers to her as "the nice lady", so even in her brooding early days alongside the others it's certain she treats animals well. she'll huff and puff and act uncaring, but you know the instant people turn their backs she's baby-talking the owlbear and sneaking him scraps of her own supper. i think she understands and empathizes with animals more than she does people. she values their company.

and the age-old question: is she a dog person or a cat person? i think my shadowheart is a bird person.

how late do they stay up?

shadowheart is a night owl. it's when the world is still, and it's one of the few times she can truly, deeply think. she's energized past dark, and tends to feel most productive in the evenings, but her sleep schedule honestly really depends on the day she's having.

some nights are spent wrapping up chores; laundry, organization, recounting her candles, prepping elixirs and potions. shadowheart will stay up late, but won't be too preoccupied, and will know when to turn it in.

other nights she needs to fucking think. ruminate her existence and stare at the wall for hours on end. she doesn't get a lot of self-reflection done, but there's hardly time for that. she plans missions, ponders her role in shar's grand design, and desperately tries to piece together shards of her broken memories. this is when she loses the hours. before long, the sun is rising and she's wasted another night of her life she'll never get back.

those are nights she regrets. they taste bitter.

... this is not the case if she has company. specifically, company she enjoys. it's easy to gorge herself on nights such as this. drowned in wine and laughing so hard her sides ache. or maybe it's more subdued. whispered gossip shared in confidentiality. juiced like ripe fruit. she's talking, and they're talking, and it's hard to know where one topic ends and the next begins. but then the sky is lighter and she sees pink behind the clouds. the night is over. she hasn't slept.

those are nights she won't ever want to forget.

[infernalapparatus]

【 CONT . 】 - @darkseraphscorner

SHE WAS A PRETTY LITTLE THING , WASN ' T SHE ? But nowhere near fire retardant, if she had to hazard a guess. No no, Karlach, quit thinking like that. Anything else. Literally anything else.

That wink didn't go unnoticed. Make it harder to focus, but just for a moment. YOU ' RE NOT THAT DESPERATE . Don't go getting so excited from just a pretty smile - she knew better by now. But such a gesture made the vents of her shoulders spit a little smog. She burned a little hotter. " Been told that once or twice. " She replies, albeit not as smooth as she would have liked. Damn her charisma. " Sera, ey? A pleasure. Karlach Cliffgate. I'd shake your hand, if I wasn't considered I'd leave it crispy. "

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QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN ... @ccrleone

What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

If I bring Jonathan up one more time I think I'm gonna get strangled by someone but y'all gotta understand I loved writing him so much and was deterred from it by how drama-prone the ST rpc was :,) I still have muse for him, but the worry that it might happen again kind of creeps up on me when I think about mustering him up again.

What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

If I feel like it's trying to force itself in a direction that's entirely out of character for my muse. This doesn't happen too often, but sometimes the other side makes huge leaps or assumptions about how the muse would act and go off that, and it gets pretty frustrating because I'm stood there like: ... well they ain't gonna respond to that, what do I do?

[cerebralbleu]

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

Canonically, Legato's table manners are surprisingly really good. We always see him using the correct utensils and cutlery, he doesn't put his elbows on the table, he uses a napkin in between taking bites, and even has the table set properly at meal time (even though he then proceeds to smack his face down into a medium rare steak, but we'll get to that). We see the guy get shot up at the bar while he is eating-- an entire cheesecake, presumably, and the first thing he asks for is a new fork after it gets blown in half.

Part of me believes that Legato's table manners are so prim and proper because Knives thinks that the concept of eating is disgusting, so, very early on, Legato tried to minimize how "nasty" the act of meal time was, by being as mindful and full of manners as possible.

Who even taught him real table manners??? Conrad, most likely. Or he found one of those books on etiquette and taught himself. I wouldn't put it past Legato to find out ways to make it not obvious that he was raised in filth and squaller. He wouldn't want to look like an uncivilized beast next to his master.

Circling back to--- you know--

This scene--

Even though his limbs aren't working and he's restricted to the iron maiden, Legato still has his table set and he goes out of his way to make sure that he is able to feed himself. Food etiquette is important to him. He's trying his best.