#|[...Sate? XD]|

[oh-biwan]

"Each day you feel me devour your soul."

[multeasers]

@goodheartedfool // continued from here

“Hm.” Ruohan hums, once, quiet; such a thought, such a notion, hasn’t been extended to him in a very long time, and it’d been longer-still that it had been done for good reason. He’ll have to be forgiven that he isn’t used to it anymore.

There’s something, though...

“Kindness’ has nothing to do with it.” He corrects, feels that he’s doing so, and shakes his head. “A person in the rain needs a way out of it. There’s nothing more to it, than that.”

There’s a twinge of melancholia in his tone, but he’s too tired to hide it; hopefully, the newcomer just doesn’t say anything about it. Or maybe he will. There’s little Ruohan can really do to stop him.

So, falling into a chair near the corner of the room, Ruohan simply waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry yourself over it. Creating them gives me something to do, so I don’t mind. If you do so despite, however, then all’s well anyway.”

Ruohan hesitates for a brief moment himself—just as he’d been thinking before, it’s clear that his guest belongs to no Sect, for he wears no special robes, but that really doesn’t mean anything. During the war, the Sunshot Campaign, he’d seen and been told in turn that no small amount of rogue cultivators had joined the cause. At the time, he’d thought they might be wanting to play heroes—now he’s just as wary of them as he is any other.

It is so tiring, though, to have to hide himself. He’d have to keep the lie up, too, if he called himself something else. The thought’s exhausting even just entertaining it.

“My name,” he starts, “is Ruohan; surname Wen. Call me whatever you’d like, though, if that’s too much to bear.”

“In turn,” he continues on, finally looking his guest in the eye, “what am I to call you?”

[tarnishedxknight]

{out of dalmasca} As always, I want to write so much more, haha, but sleep calls. I'll be back here on Thursday (and probably Friday too) as usual to hopefully get out a lot more replies! =)

[xaeydnquartz]

Till the last gasp "Vox Machina" character sheets?

So, just bought "Till the Last Gasp" and it came with the Vox Machina Exclusive character sheets (at least thats what it said on the packaging), but when i opened it up, i found "Bells Hells" character sheets instead, lol

like, its not a bad thing nor do i mind, but im just so confused xD

[spottedenchants]

wasn't even a full minute, I miss him 😔

yeah 😔 but! there will likely be more in some way, shape, or form >:3

[ventitititi]

😫 The Bathtub Sex post!!! 🫣 If it's not to much to ask, may we have a pt2 w/ Venti, Kaeya and Zhongli? 🙏🙏

I've gotchu nonnie!! Tysm for the ask<33 (tbh, i was already entertaining doing a pt.2 with zhongli so this works out for me too xD)

Tw/cw: NSFW content, bath sex

Venti

- tbh probably drinks in the bath and decided to break the habit by indulging in you instead<3

- is clingy/needy, marking up your collarbones, neck, shoulders, anywhere he can get to he'll leave a mark tbh

- he just wants everyone to know his darling dearest is not on the market</3

- probably has you ride him tbh, sitting back to enjoy the view as you bounce in his lap, his thumb finding its place at your clit, not minding the splashing water around you two

- definitely lets out low whines and moans right into your ears, enjoying the effect his sounds have on you. He is a bard after all, and what is this but another symphony?

Kaeya

- a TEASE, takes his time getting into the tub with you, puts on a little show as he strips, don't think he doesn't know how you look at him

- shoots you a playful wink before climbing in, opening his arms in invitation for you to relax against his chest

-honestly probably only fingers you in the tub, but takes his time doing so. He's nothing if not thorough when it comes to your pleasure

-very attentive to your whines and reactions, will be ready to go for a proper round once you're out of the tub (probably fucks you over the counter tbh)

Zhongli

- He's another i think would indulge in leaving marks on your skin, although a lot less than venti

- only a small hickey or bite mark every so often

- prefers pressing kisses to your skin, hips rocking into yours with sinful groans

- honestly the bath is probably so hot its steaming (provided you yourself are comfortable with that temperature)

- will make sure to leave his presence ingrained into you, leaving you empty and aching once you're finally done </3

- overly sweet the entire time, he just wants you to know how much he loves you, fingers teasing your nipples and pelvis grinding into your clit, rocking into you at a steady pace

- a little headcanon but he's probably really happy/sated when you're done and lets out low, rumbling purrs from deep in his chest, eyes crinkling in a smile if you comment on how much you like the sound

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: gn afab Character: Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: a/b/o AU Prompt: Size Difference Gift Giver: @nocturnalrorobin

Summary: You're the omega to four massive alphas, and the gods saw fit enough to at least grace you with a strong enough heat and just enough stamina to make it work.

Content Notes: fivesome, vaginal sex, cum play, nipple teasing, breeding bench, praise, so much swearing, messy sex, mentions of heat, alphas, omegas, etc. I finally wrote one of these at the length I meant to write all of these XD

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“Fuck!” You grunt as Wire bottoms out inside you. The swear shatters and falls as a moan to the floor. He’s still only for a second before he starts moving again, long slow movements that have your legs shaking. Every little shift of the thick veiny beast can be felt, and the delicious pleasure it sends through you is intoxicating.

Cum covers your chest, cold and sticky as more leaks out of your over-filled cunt every time Wire pushes in again. Killer and Heat are at your chest, stroking themselves idly as they suck and lick your sensitive nipples.

Tied down to the breeding bench, you have little available movement, and despite the time that’s passed while the four alphas take turns trying to sate your desperate heat, you’re comfortable. That was half the point of the bench.

Sweat slicks your body, pooling a little along your sides as your fingers flex in the padded cuffs holding your wrists in place. It’s made your hair wet, but the guys have all been good about clearing errant strands away from your face, giving you kisses or nibbles as they do so.

Kid’s standing over you, his balls just out of reach of your tongue as you try to lick them. His muscles are rock hard, taut as he keeps himself standing while he’s dripping precum onto your neck. It’s his fault you’re covered in cum. He filled you first - and twice - before the others took their turns, and he’s been keeping himself calm since then by covering your body.

“Everyone’s opened you up before me,” Wire husks, voice tense. “You’re dripping fucking wet, but fuck you’re so tight.”

“That’s our, hngh, perfect little fucking omega.” Kid growls, grunting as he lowers himself enough to let you lick his balls while he cums on your throat. “Greedy enough to keep us all on our toes.”

Wire grunts. “I’m going to pick up the pace, say so if it hurts.” He commands you before putting his hands on your legs. The bench has them held up and open and Wire pushes enough to adjust the bench so that you’re spread open just a little wider. It’s the furthest setting of the bench, and it’s designed to be just inside what you can handle.

The heavy thrusts knock air and moans out of your mouth, rushing hot breath against Kid’s sack. He steps back enough to look at your face as Wire rails you. Heat and Killer stop stroking themselves, using their hands to hold your breasts steady while they continue to tease your nipples. It wouldn’t do to accidentally bite you because of Wire’s punishing pace.

“Fuck, watching the way your face changes when you’re close.” Kid purrs, hands on his cock, pumping himself as fast as Wire’s going. “That’s fucking hot.”

“K-Kid, please, Wire - please!” You gasp, brain addled with everything that’s happened the last, however long. Hours you’re sure. You’re exhausted, but the pleasure builds regardless. You can feel the raging need starting to finally die down and you don’t know if you’re truly sated, or if your body is too exhausted to continue regardless.

Heat and Killer suck harshly on your nipples in unison and you cry out. “Heat! Kuh-Killer! Sorry, I’m sorry - I’m gonna - I’m gonna!” You can’t escape the rising pleasure. You can’t escape the heavy thrusts, or the gentle caresses of tongues and fingers soothing your burning skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the swears spill from your lips and you squirm against the binds. Wire pushes in deep, grinding into your throbbing cunt, and rolls his thumb against your clit. The sensation bursts stars in your vision as pleasure crashed into your body yet again. You tense and buck, fucking him despite your limited range of motion, as your mouth opens in a silent ring of pleasure.

One large hand covers your eyes and Kid cums in your gaping mouth. You can feel the warmth and rush of liquid as Wire fills you up, his cock pulsing inside you. He stays that way for a moment, hands moving over your shivering body as you slowly come down from the last orgasm you had to give.

You still mewl when he pulls out, the empty feeling sinking your body into bench as exhaustion melts any resistance your muscles and bones had left. The soft voices of four of the largest people you know coo at you as hands work carefully to release you from your restraints. They praise you, check in on you, and talk oh so sweetly to you.

As wet and wild and rough as the sex was, the aftercare will be so soft and sweet and warm.

[egg-emperor]

AAGHHHH HE'S SO SILLY I LOVE HIIIM I need him nooow

the figure version is cute and funny but he's not rubber, he's hard plastic so you can't squish him and he doesn't squeak. finally this one can sate my urge to squeeze ducky Egg. you could probably make an incision and give him a squeaker too, I'm thinking of doing that XD

[muffinsin]

I'm so happy you responded :D (and that you write platonic fics , I like romance but platonic is something I'll love forever❤️)

If possible can you do maybe how the sisters would react to their mother adopting a human kid??

Like they come injured and orphaned to work at their castle and alcina is like "this is my child now" and whips her away.

I feel like Cassandra would be the most protective out of the 3 and just carry her with her wherever and bela would make sure she's eating and drinking, maybe teach her to read and write . And Daniela would just play with her all day long while reading her favourite stories .

I love all of your fics and Im sorry if this is too long or just not your cup of tea . Absolutely feel free to ignore this . I hope you have a good day 😊💞

Ofc! :) I try to respond to every inbox noti! (Even if stuff occasionally gets lost in the inbox🙇‍♀️), I can’t blame you at all XD I love writing pretty much all types of things, but platonic is such a sweet and pure type of writing🙌 So happy to hear you like my works! :) Have a good day too hon! This was so cute, I had to pull it to the front of my WIP list🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Absolutely, this is adorable! Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

You catch Bela’s eye immediately, from the moment you enter the castle halls

Your heartbeat is far too quick, far too weak for it to be suitable for work

However, she originally assumes you’re an ill maid. Not a child

Her surprise, therefore, is large when she swarms to you to separate you from the group and label you as a reject

Yet, she finds no one on eye level

Not even on cleavage level

She looks down to see you, a child of small size, look up at her with wide, terrified eyes

What? How did you get here?

She crouches down, for once uncaring as she gives up her usually so intimidating posture

Bela finds herself surprised when she sees tears welling in your little eyes, then feels small arms wrap around her

For a moment, she looks like a deer in the headlights

Still, she knows what she must do. And as such she picks you up effortlessly, a not so subtle grimace on her face as you cough nearly into her ear

She brings you to Alcina, who promises to take care of you and the matter of your sudden appearance

Now, when Bela peeled you off her while you were clinging like a koala, she did not expect to find herself as your sister

However, this was exactly what Alcina announced a couple of days later after some careful consideration

Truly, she thought she would take the news worse. Whenever she thought of another sibling, she mentally rolled her eyes

Another one to share Mother’s attention with…

Another to Shepard…

However, Bela feels an instant bond with you. What’s one more younger sibling?

She’s incredibly maternal with you, as she was and still is with her sisters

Bela takes care of you the majority of the day, and you overall spend the most amount of time with her, out of your new sisters

She ensures you eat and is curious to find out what can all sate your appetite

Are you picky? Are you willing to try all out once? Do you like vegetables? Do you prefer meat? Bela is the one to find all of this out first

She has absolutely had to prevent her sisters from feeding you blood in the past, however

She knows enough of humans to know they are not supposed to eat blood, at least

Your eldest sister teaches you to read and write early on, and proves to be surprisingly patient with it

She reads to you and encourages you to try as well, so that in no time you’re capable of reading easy, short stories the two of you have come up with

She has pristine handwriting, and as she teaches you, she ensures at least one of her siblings picks up on this

With Bela, you often pick up fancy words and phrases, which you in time like to repeat to your mama later on, who always praises you for your ever growing vocabulary

Really, Bela is mainly the reason your vocabulary is so vast

However, one thing your sister makes sure of, evidently more than your other sisters, is not to swear in front of you

Aside from your mama, Bela is the one teaching you manners the most

She teaches you early on to use your words to get what you want

With her, you learn the art of subtle things

Such as subtly intimidating people, or, in time, insulting people without having them notice it, even

She teaches you to influence others in order to gain what you want

This, ironically, usually doesn’t work on her

But your mama and Daniela? It works perfectly as an alternative to your puppy eyes

Asides from all these aspects, Bela loves to keep you with her while she works

She often enough pulls you to her lap to cuddle while she fills out paperwork, a warm smile on her face when you show her the drawing you’ve been working on

Your sister and mother share this, it seems

Cassandra

Upon learning she gets a new sibling, she isn’t exactly thrilled

She loves her sisters incredibly much, this is undeniable

But another sibling? She fights for her Mother’s attention so as it is already!

However, upon meeting you properly, you’ve immediately got her wrapped around your little finger the second you walk up to her and give her sickle a curious yank

Immediately, she smirks

Oh, yes, she likes you

Cassandra loves to spend her time with you

Mainly because she knows you’re completely in awe of her, and she loves it

She wants to prove that she can be a role model, too

She’s incredibly protective of you. No one is allowed to get close to you without her there

And even if someone is there, Cassandra makes it perfectly clear that you’re a Dimitrescu and are to be respected as such

So what if your tiny frame and soft cheeks are so damn adorable?

If she catches even a single maid fussing over you, an example is made out of her

Cassandra picks you up whenever she sees you

You’re so tiny to her, and she makes sure to be careful with you. She knows best how fragile humans are

However, not once has she hurt you, even accidentally

Your older sister takes perfect care of you, and you love to spend time with her

Out of all the things Cassandra teaches you, one of them is to stand up for yourself

While Bela teaches you to ask for what you want, your other sister takes a different approach;

She teaches you to take what you want. As her sibling, you’re a Dimitrescu. As such, you are entitled to things

What you aren’t given, you can take

She demonstrates this plenty, and even as you often see her consume blood or even cut the maids and scare them openly, you never find yourself being afraid of her

At first, this catches Cassandra off guard

She was so worried she’d scare you because you’re so young

But being scared of your sister? What a silly thought. Even as she is covered in blood from head to toe, you grin as you urge your little legs to bring you to her and jump up into her arms

Cassandra is the one to teach you how to protect yourself incredibly early on

Because she knows how fragile and weak most humans are, she refuses to let you become such

She play fights with you a lot, and allows you to watch her train

She notices early on that you seem to have taken a liking to watching her train especially

You could giggle and sit in awe for hours as she moves effortlessly

Her hits on the dummy are powerful, and you awe whenever she accidentally slices into it with her sickle

Often, she trains with you, though. Small, easy things. Nothing that could get you injured

You’re taught how to keep your footing and stand your ground even with unsteady, little legs

This in particular comes in handy when your mama attempts to lift you off the floor to put you in the bath, yet you don’t feel like it

Often you pull a concentrated frown as you stick in place as though glued to the floor

Whenever you tell your sister of this, she smirks proudly, which in turn has you feel proud

However, even as Cassandra helps and encourages you with every little thing you want, even she has her limits

You are not to go hunting with her outside of the tiny, secluded area that she knows is safe

Unlike your sisters, you aren’t allowed to venture further into the forest yet

And while you sometimes whine about this, your complains are often shut down when Cassandra agrees to tell you stories of her triumphs

Often you ask her to sit by your side in bed and tell you a bedtime story of how she took down all sorts of prey

Alcina only smiles fondly whenever her middle child adds factors that didn’t quite happen

She never corrects Cassandra, though, and only praises her when you fall asleep midway through her stories

When she does take you hunting, you are to stick close to her side. And you always do. And Cassandra always keeps you safe

There has never been a close call with your older sister right by your side, and so you are often allowed to go with her, a toy bow and a stick for a knife in your hand as you watch her hunt and try to copy her movements

Funnily enough, such moments lead to your success at hunting much, much later in your life

Daniela

She is in a mix of emotions and thoughts when Alcina tells everyone a new sibling is joining the family

On one hand, she doesn’t want to give up her title as the youngest sister. The baby of the family. The one to get away with everything

She’s grown so very comfortable in her role

Even before she meets you, Daniela is jealous. Why must you take this all from her?

Will she still be mama’s favourite? After all, now you will be the baby of the family

She doesn’t feel ready to become a middle child. She’s not ready to be more mature than she wants to be

Instead, Daniela just wants to keep living her fantasy life with no worries whatsoever

Alcina, of course, notices her youngest- no, second youngest’s- distress even before introducing you

She reassures, nothing will change for Daniela, other than having another sibling. She will still be loved just as much, there is no need being jealous and trying to fight for attention

As such, her feelings of jealousy and annoyance are replaced with adoration when she meets you

You’re so tiny! And so- human

She can’t help but hug you immediately. She’s very careful with you, and grins when you smile up at her

Daniela spoils you endlessly

You know to find her when you want candy (even after or just before dinner!) or a special treat

She can’t ever say no to you. You’re just so cute!

She’s your older sister, but she’s also your partner in crime

It starts by teaching you the ways of one of her most powerful weapon; her trusted puppy eyes

She assures you, those will make all of Mama’s resolves fade away

Whether it’s about getting a new toy or attention, extra time before bed or favours, the puppy eyes come in clutch

While yours are excellent already, Daniela helps you perfect them

Additionally, she is always up for playing games

No matter the time, your sister always jumps at the idea of playing

She especially likes to play chase with you, though, and even makes sure to slow down to ensure you’re able to run a little longer, or at least stand a chance at catching her

She also loves to play hide and seek together

The only problem? Both of you are by far too good at hiding, and not quite as good at seeking

Often, you must convince one of your older sisters to join in and seek

Bela has offered to do this multiple times as a way to ensure you and Daniela stay out of trouble while she gets some work done

Daniela loves playing pretend with you, too

She has so many toys, and she’s willing to share them all with you!

Often, you have sword fights with sticks or race the castle to find the hidden treasure hidden by one of your other sisters

Daniela is incredibly close to you, as are you to her

She loves to cuddle with you, and uses any excuse to be able to do so. You’re so tiny and warm, just like a teddy bear

Often, the two of you curl up in a corner in the library

With snacks, drinks and blankets surrounding you, you love to lean against her as she reads fairytales to you

While Bela also enjoys to read, you fine Daniela’s reading by far more entertaining, though. Mainly for the fact that she brings the characters in the stories to life

She loves to giggle along with you as you read, and often encourages you to try reading a small passage yourself

When you do, she always praises you and makes it a point to tell Alcina how your reading’s improving

You know, as with Bela and Cassandra, you can always count on Daniela

[unknownwildsoul]

Cw/tw for some possibly uncomfy topics related to animalistic urges/instincts:

[Idk how far this goes in people’s books, so uh- minors DNI for your own good xd]

So, we just ended February, and we’re going into March- this is prime wolf breeding season, and as a wolf therian… I’m honestly really feeling the loneliness. Having a mate is something that I miss really hard, especially at this time of year. The instinct is still here, but everything is so fundamentally wrong in a human body.

I just feel so empty, and I keep having the urge to call out and search for a mate that logically I know isn’t here, but I still think on that base level that they should be.

I both dread and long for the summer, too, because I love the warmer temperatures and being able to stay out longer, but I hate the empty feeling that comes from not having a litter of pups to take care of.

When I was younger I didn’t really understand the feeling of loss and the longing, but I still felt it all the same. Now, it’s clicked for a few years, but knowing doesn’t help the pain, if I’m being honest. I make do by curling around stuffed animals, and heating pads, and my cats, but they’re not my pups, and it only soothes the ache a tiny bit.

About three summers ago I got to go help a family friend with her two litters of newborn puppies [she breeds miniature schnauzers], and the relief I felt in that moment, being able to hold and watch over a new litter? I felt like I had a purpose, like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing, and my instincts were sated. I long for that feeling every summer, and I feel the lack of it so much sometimes I just want to curl up and cry.

[inglorionamy-ammy]

Of Home and Haven (Ch3/6)

Chapter snippet:

“A friend, a fiancé,” She admires, “A decade of wander brings home a moment of wonder. Our girl has returned with a human, a wizard, a Waterdhavian. What odds, what joy!”

Gale’s eyes glimmer with her words. He returns, “One home, one haven. A journey of peril taught me a lesson in love. My heart is forever sated with a half-orc, a warrior, a woman of wonder. What luck, what bliss!”

Summary: A tender tale between an outlander barbarian and a scholarly wizard, navigating life, love, and belonging (aka. What "being together" means for them) in Waterdeep and beyond.

Pairing: Half-orc Barbarian F!Tav X Gale Mature

Word count: 2.9k

@senualothbrok: No.1 beta, muse, and cheerleader

AO3 link: Here

Chapter Two: Here

[Mud-wrestling scene with Gale. Surreal and absolutely delightful to write XD]

Realization dawns on Gale’s face, yet the shock does not diminish.

“Stand back,” you command.

In an instant your father leaps into the air, strong muscles powering him across the vast plain. Before he can dock you strike the Nyrulna at the ground. Thunder explodes under his feet, disrupting his landing. He rolls back and stares appreciatively. Interesting weapon.

You must keep him distanced from Gale. You know his game now, remembering what he taught you — ‘A worthy half-orc must be able to protect their mate’. The Nyrulna flies back. You charge forward.

With a push your trident thrusts towards his face. Tilting it with the axe’s haft, he leaps back and swings at your mid, his height giving him extra reach. You jump and explode the ground again, riding the force to leap back as he stumbles backwards.

He now realizes he must be close enough to hinder your movement and prevent those annoying blasts. He charges, and right when you are about to strike he twirlsinto mid-air to give a full swing of his axe. You are forced to block it with the shaft, but his strength combined with his added momentum sends a shock through you. He is even stronger than you remember. He must have been training harder than ever. For what?

Under the moonlight you see him clearly now. Your father’s face, rough with scars and wrinkles, long dreadlocks fully grayed. You suddenly realize what this means. You had always known this day would come, but it is still a shock that throws you. You are not ready.

Da’s irritated growl cuts through the revelation. Your distraction is punished by a sudden withdrawal of force. You tremble forward and are met with a tough headbutt, sending you concussed to the ground. He holds his axe high, ready for the final blow.

A trail of Magic Missiles hits him.

He pauses. You know your Da wouldn’t actually hurt you— he would hit the ground between your legs to announce his victory. But Gale doesn’t know that, and now that he has fired his first shot, your father will think he wants to join the game.

The massive barbarian slowly turns to look at the wizard, grin eerily wide. His thigh muscle flexes, ready for a leap. You must stop him —

A crisp note soars through the night like a breeze.

It ascends higher and higher and higher, then rains down into a melody, flooding the battlefield with harmony and peace, the sound of an ocarina. Da shakes his head with feigned annoyance, holding out a hand to pull you up. You produce a healing potion from your bag and throw it to the ground, restoring the health of you both.

He turns, then pauses. “COME.” He wiggles a finger in Gale’s direction. “HOME.”

----

The three of you traverse into the wood in silence, accompanied only by the sound of the ocarina. The landscape is familiar to you but not to Gale. Twisted oaks, blackened ashes, scrubbed pines. You don’t have to look at him to know that his face screams curiosity, yet something about the atmosphere has convinced him to delay his questions. You reach out to hold his hand, and he gratefully obliges with a little squeeze.

Suddenly, the dense trees open to a vast clearing. A humble hut stands in the middle. To its left there is a small, colorful garden, well-tended; to its right there is a training ground full of slaughtered dummies, pleading for maintenance. Behind it a gentle stream flows, the sound of a water wheel churning ever-present, intertwining with the guiding melody.

Abruptly the music stops, replaced by a chiming chuckle. A lady in white is sitting by the balcony, silvery hair tied into a braided bun, her elegance easily mistakable for an elf’s.

“ELENA,” Da calls. “SHE’S BACK.”

Emerald eyes, the same as yours, twinkle as you approach.

Your Ma stands and sets the instrument on the bench. “I know,” she sings warmly. “You two are so very loud.”

She then notices your joined hands, tracing her gaze to Gale. She tilts her head as she reads him, from his equipment to his outfit.

“A friend, a fiancé,” She admires, “A decade of wander brings home a moment of wonder. Our girl has returned with a human, a wizard, a Waterdhavian. What odds, what joy!”

Gale’s eyes glimmer with her words. He returns, “One home, one haven. A journey of peril taught me a lesson in love. My heart is forever sated with a half-orc, a warrior, a woman of wonder. What luck, what bliss!”

Your father grunts and walks away.

“Welcome, suitor,” she chortles, “Come in and make our acquaintance.”

----

The hut has always been your mother’s domain, since both you and your father prefer the outdoors. Absent for a decade, you now eye the interior anew. The place is decorated with tomes and artifacts your Da collected in his scavenging journeys. You used to think of it as an inadequate, almost apologetic, mimic of her past life. Now you are learning to see it as an act of care, a silent declaration of love. The room smells of…Gale? You stare at the sandalwood incense burning in the corner. Huh.

Gale navigates the space, eyes wide with awe. “This is an amazing collection! Mrs. Riversong, I am most impressed.” He then winces. “Oh, and please forgive my manners. I am Gale Dekarios, as you astutely deduced, a wizard from Waterdeep. And most recently, a professor at the Blackstaff Academy.”

“An esteemed institution.” She nods. “To a stranger, I am Mrs. Riversong. To you, I am Elena. Let us chat over tea, for I’m most curious about your shared tale, your ‘journey of peril’.”

As the two of you sit by the table, she knocks on the window. Outside, your Da is chopping up a wild boar he hunted. He looks at her. Your Ma taps four fingers on her chin twice, and he nods. A moment later he brings in freshly brewed tea for the four of you. He initially prepares to leave again, but she puts her palm on his forearm, and he relents and sits down.

Gale observes with vivid interest.

 “My dear,” she says to Da. “Aren’t you interested in knowing who has won our girl’s heart?”

She looks at you with a smile so bright that you almost turn away. You struggle to fight that. Her presence used to be a physical manifestation of a heritage so close yet too far, foreign, unattainable for someone with your face. But you are older now, and while you know this line of thinking is perhaps true, it’s still unfair to her.

Da grunts. “TA’V HAS MADE HER CHOICE. SHE FOUGHT FOR HIM.” He stares at Gale, who holds his gaze. “AND HE SEEMS NO COWARD OR FOOL.”

“In any case, a good story is most invigorating. Please, if you’ll indulge me.” She smiles, and Gale gladly begins his speech. It’s going to be a long night.

----

For five days you and Gale stay at your parent’s place, occupying your old room.

In daytime, you rise at dawn break to accompany your father as much as possible, to hunt, to duel, to scout. Together, you restore the training ground for him to destroy it again. You savor every moment, etching them into your memories, steeling yourself for the inevitable.

Gale on the other hand makes quick friends with your mother. Every evening, he shares stories about the chess games they played and the poems they wrote in your absence, over his home cooked Waterdhavian meals. You and your father scarcely speak, content with listening to their voices. You suddenly realize that with Gale’s company, spending time with your mother becomes much easier.

Perhaps she will be happy to stay in Waterdeep when the time comes.

----

One day, Gale finds you mud wrestling with your father. It has always been one of your favourite past times with Da. You treasure it now more than ever.

Gale watches as you pour oil on yourself, then cover yourself in dirt. With your father’s bark the match starts, and the two of you collide, seeking every gap to push, lock, and throw. You grunt and rumble as you try to pin your father’s shoulders to the ground, the pair of you tangling in the soil. It’s no easy task to take down a giant like him, especially when Gale’s attention on you is so distracting. His lips are slightly parted now, cheeks flushed, muscles carrying a tension that rival an actual contestant in the ring. You have to fight down a smirk.

Suddenly, Da taps your shoulder twice. You release him. He gawks at Gale, his head jerks.

Gale pauses for a second. “Wait, you want me to…?”

Da nods and stands up, signaling for Gale to take his place.

“Oh, I, uh, would never be so arrogant to imagine myself a worthy opponent to your daughter in such melee practice.”

Da rolls his eyes exasperatedly. He does so value his words, so you explain instead, “For fun, only if you want to.”

Now that you think of it, you do hope that he will take up the offer, and that is more likely to happen if you two are alone.

“Da.” You tilt your head.

Your father gives you a look, then leaves without a word.

After confirming that Da is out of earshot, Gale finally allows himself to approach you. He whispers lowly, “My love…you must know that while martial training is a fascinating art, I was rather in the mood for stimulation of, hm, an entirely different sort.” His fingers find the back of your hand, tracing its bulging veins, “Would you be so kind as to indulge me?”

You lose yourself in his desire for a while, his touch feather-light, tantalizing.

Then, you chuckle. “Take off your clothes.” He quickly obliges, and whines as you add, “Not the briefs. And tie up your hair.”

You pour oil into your palms, warm it up, then spread it across his skin, making him quiver. You step back to admire your work. His olive skin, his damp chest hair, and his softened torso, now glistening like yours under the warm afternoon sun as the shadows of the leaves flicker. He is so beautiful.

“Ta’V…” He sighs, half-lidded eyes glancing up to meet yours. You avoid looking at his groin.

“Come stretch.”

----

After ensuring his stiff body relaxes as much as possible, you lead him into the muddy ring, feet stepping to find a softer spot. As you do, you kneel and extend your hands to him.

“We are not standing?” He recalls your rounds with your father.

You shake your head. “Safer.” Then you add, “Your knees alright?”

He balances himself by your hands to slowly descend onto the spot you picked, visibly relieved when he finds the ground acceptable. “I suppose I can survive,” he laughs. “For a while.”

You decide to put him in a sitting position, one leg up and the other crossed over, while you kneel, facing him. You wipe the dirt on him and gesture for him to return the favor. For a while you two are in complete silence, just feeling each other’s bodies, listening to each other’s breath. You let his palm run over the back of your neck, your shoulder, your arm, while you do the same.

“This is all rather intimate,” he comments, then hushes again. Somehow it feels better to forfeit words.

You then signal him to follow your stance, knees open to shoulder length, toes on the ground, butt on your heels, hands in front of your chest.

“I will show you one move. You will end up on the ground,” you say, and he nods with anticipation.

So you reach for him, your left hand on his bicep while your right goes below his armpit to rest on his back. He instinctively mirrors you, his right arm extending forward — But swiftly your left arm snakes below and locks his elbow while your right grabs further, dragging him to your chest. As he falls, you step right and flip. His back hits the ground and you roll on top, silencing his surprised yelp with a kiss.

He pulls back for a quick inhale, clearly processing all the new sensations. The clear sky above his head, the sticky mud below his back and now in his hair, and the feeling of you, knotting with his form. An almost childlike wonder finds him, and he laughs, bright and loud and free, then leans back in to seal your lips tight.

----

“I didn’t know you are capable of not talking for so long,” you tease.

This is true. Your hour-long wrestling/hugging session consisted mostly of you two grunting, yelping, humming, and laughing. You read each other’s expressions, gestures, muscle tension, and heart beats. Everything but words.

“Hm. That might be the case.” He washes his hair, trying to untangle it in the river flow. “But I feel close to you, more than ever. Thank you for showing me that, for teaching me your language. Thank you for letting me into your world.”

The sincerity in his voice stirs something warm and urgent in you. You decide to press up against him, your hand slipping between his legs as you nibble on his neck, a long overdue action. He leans back with a contented sigh.

There is something so tranquil, so safe, about the moment that makes you dare to try to become something more than your old self. You confess, “Before you, I never did this. I never made lovethe way you do.”

“What was your way then?” A question, but he already knows the answer.

“I fucked.” You bite him, then lick the mark soothingly, and are rewarded with a gasp. “So hard that I forgot even my own name. I rode like I had nothing to lose, or like I had lost everything. Many times, I nearly wrecked my partners, or let them wreck me.”

He goes quiet, so you continue your maneuver, making pilgrimages to all his sensitive spots.

After a while, he asks, “Is that desirable?”

You consider this. Then it dawns on you.

“Yes. I think I enjoy both. If it is with you.”

A sharp inhale. Gale turns towards you, his cheeks already reddened from your efforts, and he gestures to you to follow him. Climbing out of the river, he fumbles through his clothes and produces a healing potion, a lopsided grin on his face as he reclines.

“In that case, my love,” he murmurs. “Come and do your worst.”

He is ambitious, after all.

----

Later that evening, you carry Gale back to the small squeaky bed that you two share. He passed out at the end of your hours-long copulation, in which you had claimed every inch of each other’s bodies on every surface you could reach. The sun was setting by the time you two were done with each other.

You tuck him in as he mutters something in his deep slumber. You think he has needed this for a long time, not just from all the exercisesyou two shared today, but from the past few months in general. Between all the socializing, planning, researching, and teaching, he deserves a full rest finally.

You did share the healing potion, but mostly for his knees and all the little scratches the pair of you managed to collect during your merrymaking. They were pinches, sharp enough to feel but small enough to ignore, since you both had more important tasks to do. Muscles will indeed be sore the next day, though you hope he will enjoy the aches as a reminder of your shared passion. You certainly do.

He’s still frowning, as such is his default expression. A man always lost in thoughts. You kiss him between his brows to smooth it out, and he relaxes a bit.

With that done, you steal a last glance and leave the room in darkness.

----

When you approach the living room, your parents are sitting by the unlit fireplace. Ma is reading and Da snoozing, their fingers intertwined. You watch for a moment, stitching the sight into your heart. You wonder if Ma has done the same.

Then you head to the kitchen and prepare the stove. Da wakes up and frowns.

You point upstairs. He snorts. Ma closes her tome, stands up and announces with a clap, “Well, let’s assume our duties then?”

----

You are stir-frying the deer meat as Ma chops celery next to you. She is humming a melody.

You suddenly feel an urge. “Ma.”

She looks up in surprise.

“How was your day?” you ask.

Her smile is so wide it occupies her whole face. Da raises an eyebrow in amusement. You roll your eyes at him.

“Oh, I’m so very glad you asked. It was indeed jolly wonderful!” And she goes on to tell you every little detail about her gardening adventure.

“But enough about me. My dear, I haven’t seen you in ten years!” she exclaims. “How about your life?”

You smile. Talking has never been your strong suit, and she has long since learnt your ways. But now, with newfound confidence, you decide to push through it. You tell her about your life as a mercenary, the resulting tadpole-kidnapping, and your time in Waterdeep. You try to describe your feelings along the way, knowing that it will please her to know more about you. At the end of your narrative, your parents both fall silent.

“My girl,” she finally says, her eyes glistening. “We are so happy for you.”

You will forever cherish this, the last night at your parents’ place.

TBC

----

I don't actually know how to wrestle I was just horny.

According to DnD lore half-orcs are known to enjoy wrestling, and I was particularly inspired by this video.

As Senua puts it, very intimate, very different from spell-casting, and we both think Gale would absolutely be intrigued. And who doesn't love a curious rizzard who's willing to learn about his partner's culture?

As always, thank you for reading :) Let me know what you think!

Next chapter: companions gathering, wedding, and more!

[theramseyloft]

When it comes to bonding and pairing behavior, how strong can some pairs be versus others? I have birds that are actively cheating on each other and others that fiercely defend each other and aren’t interested in other birds. I’m also wondering if how to split up biological siblings that have bonded and become mates

That's about the gamut. XD

Sexual fidelity has absolutely nothing to do with pigeon marriage.

What pigeons consider faithfulness from their partner is that they share the same roost at night, their mate gets first dibs when either bird wants sex, and they share both nesting and peep feeding duty equally.

As long as their partner is sated, they really don't care who their other half mounts or propositions.

Serket, for example, only has eyes for

Titan, his gigantic wife.

That exclusivity is mutual.

Titan has a fair few admirers!

Literally all the single boys want her and a few of the married boys will make a pass.

Sher will throw his little hat into the ring for anyone, despite being happily married to

Cotta's sister, Taffeta.

Sterling (single) used to be mated to Taffeta, but she left him for a cock whose family returned him.

After he went to a new family, she paired up with Sher, who has never had a mate.

Sterling makes passes at her and Titan about equally.

Ninka (single) was mated to Sage, the Chinese Owl, but as I opted to move away from that breed, I adopted her out.

Titan is his favorite hen to pursue, and he does it by kicking her husband out of any nest he tries to settle in.

Serket is tiny, so there isn't much he can do about it.

Orchid is obsessed with Titan and down right obnoxious about trying to shove Serket off of her and tread her while she's presenting.

There are SO many videos on my youtube and TikTok of Titan getting fed up with his bullshit and punching his face.

When that doesn't work, she bites the absolute fool out of him and snatches out neck feathers.

Serket and Titan are actually in the background of this photo, because I called Orchid's name to snap the shot mid harassment.

Serket is doing his absolute damnedest to body block Orchid from Titan.

You'll notice there are two very different sets of behaviors directed towards a Cock's wife and his side chick.

Wife gets the whole courtship ritual from dancing to chasing, to nest selection to kissing, and then she will present for him to tread.

Side chick just presents and he steps up on top of her, mounts her, and they're done: wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

A cock can have however many side chicks he wants, but usually only keeps one specific mate, whose nest he helps build, whose eggs he takes a turn setting, and whose chicks he helps feed and then teaches how to pigeon when they wean.

I have observed exactly one pigeon who I would classify as Polyamorous.

Ferdi had five wives!

Not a wife and four regular side chicks!

Five wives that he cycled through!

He'd be teaching the weaned peeps from one wife, helping feed a second's nestlings, taking his turn sitting the third's eggs, mating number four, and nest hunting/reaffirming with number five at any given time.

I retired him because I worried he was going to work himself to death!

Never seen another instance of it, but I have seen a whole range of sexualities and gender expression from pigeons.

But, yeah, what you're seeing in your flock is pretty normal.

Dad doesn't care who filled the eggs, as long as they are laid in his nest.

Mom doesn't care who else's eggs Dad fills, so long as he helps her hatch and raise hers.

Different individuals are different degrees of sexually faithful.

Makes keeping track of bloodlines a pain, but domestic animals are happiest when they can express natural behaviors.

Because of the way peeps tend to bond with in their age group, it's not uncommon for siblings to bond as mates if no other clutches hatch.

You have mentioned wanting to breed for companionship.

So in order to decide what to do about the two siblings, you need to consider which you are keeping and why.

Breeding is a selective process.

If you have all the pairs you need, you really only want to keep the *best* of their offspring.

Do you have any goal more specific than temperament?

With external traits, you'll have an idea of which to keep early on, if one or the other is an improvement in the desired traits over the parents.

But temperament is really hard to work out before the bird is fully mature.

That's one of those lessons I learned by experience. >.<

So, when the buildings are moved over, repaired, and ready for birds again, I will be keeping each pair's first clutch to evaluate for the first 6 months, and hatch controlling in the meantime.

When the peeps are fully developed, they will be evaluated against each other, and their parents.

Whichever offspring is an improvement over both parent's faults with a better temperament than the more skittish parent, that one will stay, the parents will be made available as a pair, and the sibling will be made available.

I hope to limit inbreeding this way, and prevent crowding.

If you just don't want offspring out of the siblings, hatch control as long as they are together.

Plastic or wooden eggs are your best friend!

[whumpbby]

I love the pics where JC/wangxian get sex-pollened and dual cultivation is the only way out. Love every single of these.

However, an idea struck today xD

Say, the thing happens, sex pollen threatens their lives and they have to fuck and JC agrees to it reluctantly. He doesn't want to die so may as well let the Second Jade fuck him - it's a marginally better option than ungraceful death-_-

Except, the sex is so bad.

So. Bad.

Jiang Cheng lays there, forced to take it, gritting his teeth and questioning his choices. It can be, can it? Lan Zhan has been very openly in a physical relationship with Wei Wuxian for five years now. They apparently fuck all the time, if Lan Xichen's stilted complaints are anything to go by. So how is Wangji so bad at it??? Is it because he hates Jiang Cheng and doesn't care to make it good? Well, fuck him then-_-

But no. Because when Wei Wuxian's turn comes, it's still... not good.

Jiang Cheng sits there, aching and exhausted, and cannot stop looking, because he's concerned. They are going at it like a pair of blind monkeys. Is this what they think sex is??? It looks painful (and it is).

He leaves, full of concern and frustration.

When his father left him in a care of the expensive courtesan right after JC's sixteen birthday, it was completely different. He was nervous and embarrassed, but the jiejie was very patient and inviting, and they've spent a very nice afternoon as she taught him what to do on his wedding night. To his initial mortification, the lesson included *gulp* anal sex.

"In case future Jiang-Furen wishes to take a ride on your pillar without being distracted by possible consequences." She told him with a sneaky wink.

She seemed satisfied with his performance and, well, pleased, throughout. And he found the act quite pleasurable, if a bit scandalous (and doubly exciting because of that).

It cannot be that different when it's men, can it?

Can it?

Wei Wuxian, at least, was an avid reader of Huaisang's spring books, he should know the basics at least!

Except... well, father never took him to the Wisteria House - mother would openly murder both of them if that happened. And, as much as he flirted and chased girls, Jiang Cheng knew his shixiong was too busy with training and pranks, and never actually had a girl.

And Lan Wangji had the personality and charm of a tree stump, and he was famously in love with Wei Wuxian since they were boys.

Could it be that they were both goddamn virgins when they came together? Could it be they didn't know that sex was supposed to be better? Was this as far as their imagination went???

Jiang Cheng himself wasn't a regular customer of brothels and his libido was quite low, but even he knew your ass shouldn't ache for days after (and wasn't that a fun and humiliating experience in trying to heal that part of his body?). Lady Li very patiently explained to him how to ensure his future wife will leave their bed sated and relaxed.

He shouldn't care, really, what business of his was how Wei Wuxian and his husband fucked? He'd rather not think about it.

...But he was thinking about it. And it wasn't giving him peace!

Thus, after two weeks with very little sleep and a lot of punching things, Jiang Cheng found himself in the Wisteria House, asking to see their best male courtesan with the intention of asking some very embarrassing questions.

[quinloki]

So since Sabo/marco/reader is back in my brain bc of someone….. >.>

Beach episode and it’s the cool boujee beach house that Pops’ owns and you’re sharing a double with Ace, Sabo and Luffy. And Sabo is smug af to Marco like lookie who I get to share a room with. And throw in some one bed when ace and luffy konk out in the bed together and Sabo can’t get them up and I mean it’s silly for him to sleep on the floor when you have a whole big bed and he’s such a gentleman….. >.>

Idk where this came from but. It’s been rattling around in my brain.

I mean, you are already in a room with three guys. If Sabo got frisky Ace would kill him. His gentlemanly ways aside, you would know that much, so yeah, it’s no big thing.

High class camping! No big deal.

Certainly. No issue sleeping in the same bed with your bestie’s hot blonde pseudo brother. (Terrible realization that the statement works for both of them).

It takes a moment but you fall asleep. Sabo is definitely going to rub this in Marco’s face. He is the perfect gentleman, but he can’t deny staying awake a while too long just watching you sleep.

>.>

<.<

Eventually the three of you end up together and Marco decides he remembers about the hotel incident Sabo ribbed him for. So now he has two queen beds, one room, and you and Sabo tied down to your own bed. Sabo’s blindfolded and gagged and Marco’s having his way with you on the other bed.

“Shhh, shhh - we’re ‘just sleeping’, you need to be quiet so you don’t bother Sabo.”

Maybe he uses some of the lines Sabo did and the younger blonde is thinking that he didn’t realize Marco could hold a grudge. But also by the gods listen to you, the sounds you’re making - just how he imagined.

>.>

I can see it ending in a three way.

Riding Sabo’s face after Marco’s filled you, Marco buried in Sabo’s ass - Sabo’s going to rail you both after this, he’s too worked up from the earlier “show” to be sated by a single round.

It’s got some Spy vs Spy vibes I think. XD

[cdreamscumrag]

why do you type like a disney XD mean girl.

Why are you a freak? Sometimes your curiosity can’t be sated

[littleferal]

Softly

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

A/N Rudy knows how to take care of you when you’re too tired for sex but still want it. This was inspired by @yeyinde ’s utterly fantastic body electric, and @sprout-fics equally wonderful afterburn. I’ve set this in the morning after and we are entirely ignoring the fact that sex would totally be off limits this soon after xD It can be read as post everyone x f!reader but I strongly recommend going and reading both pieces :) I just wanted to explore how everyone would be with reader after it all, and how it might start.

Although not yet written this is placed after Soap x f!reader and Alejandro x f!reader - we pick up after Alejandro’s turn. Sorry I’m jumping right in the middle of my thought, you’re gonna have to try to keep up a smidge 😅 If I can wrangle the brain I’ll also write their pieces but of course I wrote the sweetest first <3 There’s some Alejandro x f!reader at the start, then some Alejandro x reader x Rudy, but this is predominately Rudy x f!reader.

Shout out to @0celestialbitch0 for checking my spanish, thank you my sweet 💕

Rating explicit Word Count 3635 words. Warnings m/f/m, two partners and mention of more, unprotected vaginal/penetrative sex, having so much sex it makes you sleepy, fluff fluff fluff because Rudy is the sweetest

🔞🔞 This work contains explicit adult content and is intended for audiences over the age of eighteen. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older, have read the content and warnings and wish to proceed 🔞🔞

Your limbs are leaden. They anchor you to the cot, the aftermath of the aftermath finally catching up on you.

It’s not, you realise slowly, the press of Alejandro above you that’s keeping you in place, nor is it gravity; it’s just the dull weight of your own body, muscles relaxed after so much attention.

“You still with us?” Alejandro’s accent is velvet on you. One of his hands leaves your hip to rise and span the side of your neck. Letting the fingers dig in slightly, he tilts your face upwards to his. “Hmm? ¿Bonita? All tired out now?”

Yes.

No.

Neither comes out, just a soft hum as your fingers grip his shirt, and the strands of hair at the base of his neck. He tips his head back ever so slightly at the grip, teeth bared in a grin that you return.

You feel so good. Sated, heavy, and like you could just lie here for hours with his weight on you. In you.

You tug on him instead until he leans back down over you with a deep chuckle, noses knocking as you chase a kiss he won’t quite give you. Instead, his smile is a press against your lips, tongue peeking out to tease then escaping away until he finally holds your face in both hands and kisses you fully. You sigh into it, and hold him closer to you, trying to drag him down, down. Like if you kissed him hard enough he’d join you where you are in your daze.

Rodolfo is over Alejandro’s shoulder. He comes into your vision as your head tilts to the side, a sign Alejandro takes to pepper your neck in kisses. The blunt drag of his teeth has you shaking lightly as Rudy steps up.

You reach for him and he comes to you like you’ve beckoned him into your arms, within reach in one broad stride. His touch is light as his fingers thread into your hair at your temple, his thumb rubbing comforting sweeps over and over. When he talks his voice is as soft as his touch.

“¿Cariño? How are you?” For him, you try.

“Goo- good Rudy,” your voice weaker than it had been earlier.

At that Alejandro rolls his hips into you. It’s a lazy roll, little intent behind it other than to pull a few more sparks of pleasure from you. You gasp, ankles locking again around Alejandro’s waist, his teeth pressing firm at your neck with a wolfish grin.

“Si, she’s good. Our chica bonita is so good.” There’s pride in his tone - deep and warm and it blossoms something in your chest so you hold Alejandro a little tighter. His smile feels softer against your skin.

“You need to rest?” Rudy asks, pulling your attention back to him.

You do. You really do. A whole night’s sleep and now it seems you can only take two of them before feeling tired again. But Rudy is right there, and the pull you feel towards him is undeniable, equal to the man on top of you.

You shake your head, then no to make yourself clear. Want you too, to be sure. A smile breaks on Rudy’s face at that, sunshine and bright and you just want to be closer to him for that alone.

Finding strength, you reach up and hold Rudy’s hand, your fingers just about linking in his to pull his touch fuller. He cups your face with it, gentle eyes assessing you like he has so many times before but never like this, never in these circumstances. He looks over your expression, your reactions to both men, every little move you make.

“Si. You have me.”

Alejandro yields you with a huff of a laugh, pressing one final kiss to your temple on the other side before pulling away.

“Take good care of her Rudy.”

When he pulls out you miss it instantly - the soreness you feel only seems to be soothed by the thickness of a cock in you, and a small moan slips between your teeth. Your reaction brings a smug smile to Alejandro’s face and tempts him down to kiss you again, your sudden gasp as two of his fingers press into you swallowed by him.

“Keep it there, ¿si bonita?”

You can only nod a mumbled yes, trying to chase sensations as they slip away from you, your fingers clinging to his shirt. But Alejandro steps back leaving you empty, in emptiness. Your whine does nothing to call him back to you, his smile not faltering for a second, although you think the self-satisfied pride almost drops into something kinder. Only Rodolfo’s voice quietly calling your name pulls your attention away.

In your peripheral Alejandro slides his two slicked fingers into his mouth with a smirk, then Rudy steps forward and he’s all you can see.

His gaze is soft and kind, eyes liquid, as his hands trace over your form. As if he’s mapping every sore spot you have before he moves, soothing you with gentle hushes when you whimper at a pain point, all the brighter for the contrast to his kindness.

Rudy’s touch is a balm after Soap and Alejandro’s enthusiasm. Somehow every light caress of his fingers over you begins to soothe - just the right pressure, in the right places, and you relax deeper and deeper into each touch, almost forgetting the deep throb between your legs that says more with every heartbeat.

It almost feels like exaltation. Its hushed prayers said at an altar, asking for forgiveness before stealing away to commit sins. Its promises dripped in honey, sweet and smooth.

Up your legs, skirting your thighs along the outside, and then up to tug Soap’s oversized shirt back down your body.

“Let’s keep you warm, si?” He murmurs - as if in way of explaining - before his hands soothe down both your sides. A final check, a reassurance for himself that you seem to pass.

“Can you sit up for me cariño?”

“No, no,” the words fall from between your lips, tongue slipping as you try to form your thoughts. “Rudy I’m too tired- too tired to ride you.”

“Está bien,” he murmurs in gentle tones, firm hands rubbing over your shoulders and thick fingers into the tension in your neck. “I’ll do all the work. Promesa.”

It’s the look in his eyes - too kind and soft, pleading with a promise of more care to come - that has you moving towards him. You nod and Rudy’s smile brightens.

Alejandro helps you as you try to push yourself up. His hands are firmer against your back than Rudy’s, and it brings a sharp laugh to the top of your throat - that you now know what all their hands feel like on your body. That you can tell them apart blind. Your mind skitters to other thoughts, replaying the previous night then—

“Easy, easy,” Rudy soothes, perhaps taking your bitten-off noise as a sign of your soreness. To reassure him you loop your arms around his neck and kiss it, trusting Alejandro to ease your weight up as you lean against Rudy’s chest. Your legs splay awkwardly under you at the shift and it takes some uncomfortable shuffling until you’re settled - legs on either side of Rudy’s hips in a sore stretch, but pressed comfortably against the man and in his lap.

Behind you Alejandro tuts. “It’s all gonna leak out,” he grumbles, his hand slipping between your legs from behind, fingers gently nudging at your sore pussy to push his and Soap’s cum back into you. You hiss at the surprise intrusion, head dropping with a dull thump against Rudy’s chest. Alejandro’s touch softens.

Rudy takes his time acknowledging Alejandro’s comment. Instead - sooner than any of them - his hands are gentle on your face and lifting it. He watches your expression as it shifts with Alejandro’s touch, before speaking in muted tones to the older man that you don’t quite catch. His eyes never leave yours.

“Que romántico eres,” comes Alejandro’s reply, deep and humoured.

“Si,” is all Rudy says.

Then he’s kissing you.

He takes his time with it, languid and luxurious. No rush to be anywhere but here. It shoots a thought into your head, sharp then smoke curling - how a part of him must have just ached last night, that you weren’t kissed as much as you should have been. Because that’s what it feels like - like he’s making up for kisses you haven’t had.

Rudy kisses you like it’s your first time and your last, cradling your face in his hands as he does it as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. His lips are soft as they press against yours, the pads of his thumbs rubbing callous-rough over your cheeks. A kiss here, then he moves. A kiss to the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, each eye then your forehead.

He’s all warmth and soft touches, it feels like slipping into a warm bath after a long day, every part of you warmed and relaxing. And when he slips his tongue into your mouth the sensation pulls at you like a lapping tide. Over and over you rock up against him, lulled and content.

“Hermosa chica,” Alejandro groans somewhere to your side at the scene, his voice deep with awe. His fingers stroke down your neck and you tremble and whine at the praise, leaning your head in his direction. But you just can’t seem to unmoor yourself from Rodolfo.

With a shift, Rudy takes your attention back from Alejandro. He bands his arms around your waist and ass as he rises on his knees, kissing his way down your neck to gently suckle at the love bite there. Every time you whine at the bruise he laps his tongue over it, alternating with gentle kisses and the odd nip that makes a smile bloom. And when you’re distracted with it there’s a shuffle, and then his cock is bare, thick, and warm between your legs and pressing between your slick folds as you both settle again.

The press of him has you gasping, but you rock against it all the same - like an itch that’s only better when it’s scratched, it hurts and soothes all at once. So you chase the pleasure.

“This ok cariño?”

Your head is hazy with it all - the thin line between pain and pleasure blurring and mixing until it’s both, each as rich as the other and just as intoxicating.

“Yeah— Yes. So good.”

Rudy helps, but even so the exertion would have been worth the small groans it pulls from him. Groans that are echoed deeper by Alejandro, muting the wet sounds that aren’t only coming from between your bodies.

The slick of Soap and Alejandro’s cum eases the way, your poor pussy still sore from the beard burn Price gave you. It pushes through your puffy folds, stinging and soothing in equal hot-cold measures, never enough to make you want to stop.

“That’s it, ir poco a poquito,” Rudy murmurs to you, hands warm and guiding the roll of your hips on top of him. Each roll burns you up, feverish and more sensitive than you've ever felt.

“¿Que esperas hermano?” Alejandro questions. Rudy huffs hot breath against your skin at the comment.

“Siempre apuras estas cosas,” comes his grumbled reply. ”Nuestra chica necesita lenta,” said with a kiss to your neck.

”Nuestra chica—” Alejandro begins to repeat back at Rudy, then, “Bonita, what do you want?” He comes into your vision again. Hair sticking up from where you must have pulled it, the thought sticking muddy in your head that you’d marked him somewhat too. Then, “Hmm? More?” he asks, firmly pressing against your clit with spit-slick fingers, and your mind blanks with a jolt.

The yes bursts from you before you can catch it, even as your hand snaps down to grab Alejandro’s wrist. It’s out and Rudy pulls you tight into him. Protective, possessive, this was his time with you, and guilt pangs in your chest - despite muddled thoughts you can still feel Alejandro pulling one way and Rudy the other.

“I liked it Rudy, really,” your voice wobbles as you reassure him. “You’re so good— sweet, to me.” And that’s the truth.

He only smiles indulgently against your neck.

“This is what you want, hermosa. Just that.” He finds your eyes when he says it, and the sincerity calms you and builds you up at the same time. Rudy’s hand is on your cheek, so you tell him more, breathless but sure, before taking his thumb into your mouth. Something flickers in Rudy’s eyes at your action, his breath caught before it escapes in a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl.

“Joder!— I— Cariño—” Then he’s kissing you again. Needier, sharper than before, his teeth catching on your soft lips before he pulls back and kisses the spot in apology.

“More hermosa chica? Yeah?” He asks, trailing kisses down your neck and rutting up into you like he can’t quite control himself. It makes you dizzy with his sudden enthusiasm, sharp and bright flashes of pleasure shooting up and down your spine.

“Please,” you moan against his forehead, now holding his face in your hands to keep him close, rolling your hips against his. Unsure if it’s to move away or closer.

“Ok. I got you.”

Rudy lifts you with ease, his gun-calloused hands digging into your thighs. You whine at the loss of his heat, absentmindedly still rocking your hips until he moves to hold you with one arm secure under your ass. When you still he lines himself up with your entrance, smearing mixed slick along your puffy folds before pressing gently against you.

“Tranquilo cariño. Hmm? Go slow. Easy.” He makes sure to find your eyes as he says it. They’re liquid warmth and you know you’re safe.

Your thighs tremble, and your forehead knocks against his.

You inhale.

You exhale.

You nod.

“Please Rudy.”

He lowers you back down and you can’t help the moan that bubbles out of your throat.

It’s like being able to breathe again after near drowning - your throat hurts, your head spins, but you move regardless.

Smooth and you’re liquid against Rudy, dropping your forehead to his shoulder and moaning into the bunched fabric there. It chafes and irritates, and you use what energy you have when he lifts you again to pull it back with one hand, breathing relief and relaxing against his warm skin.

“Like this?”

“Yes, yes. Like this Rudy.”

Slow.

Easy.

Good.

You rock together until Rodolfo finds perfect time, lifting you up then sinking you back down onto him to the hilt, effortless in his strength. The man is bloody perfect. You tell him so, between the little gasps he pushes from you. “You’re good Rudy…So— so good. Fuuuuuck—” The way he fits in your sore cunt, it’s just the right amount of pressure, just the right friction. You cry out, twisting in his hold at how beautifully overwhelming it is.

“See?” Comes Alejandro’s gravel-rough voice as he shifts closer, “Our girl likes it like this.”

You bare your teeth in a smile at Alejandro’s comment, but would bite down on him if the man was close enough. Instead you hold Rudy tighter, clinging to him as he lifts you up on your knees then lowers you again in a perfect slide that has sparks skittering behind your eyelids.

It’s not like anything any of them have done for you. Last night was drunken pleasure, only sobered by the things you did. They all gave as much as they took, but this—

Rudy cups the back of your head as he moves you single-handedly. It only strays to thread through your hair, fingers massaging into your scalp before he has to move it down to hold you. His grip is firm, but it’s closer to being held than moved. He’s sweet and you just know he’s giving you everything, the thought urging you to hold his face and kiss him.

So you do.

Rudy was watching you as he slowly fucked up into you - even though he couldn’t see your face you realise this as you lean back to look at him and find his eyes already on you. They’re glazed over and soft, but attentive bright as you move toward him. You don’t give him a chance to speak before pulling his lips to yours.

It’s messy and not your best kiss. Every heavy slide of him into you has your mouth opening on soft moans and whimpers, eyebrows scrunched with the confusing blend of pleasure and pain. He chuckles warmly as you try to kiss him at the same time, nuzzling his nose against yours then dragging it up to kiss your forehead.

“No, no,” you mumble, trying to pull Rudy back down. “I…I was kissing you.” He comes back down to you with no complaints, settling you heavy in his lap, using one hand to pull you both back together. He seems no more urgent in his kisses than when he first started, but they feel headier for the heft of his cock in you.

“You can have both,” he says with a smile against your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper just as his hips rock up again. It sparks something and you realise suddenly you can come from this alone - the pressure of him filling you, rubbing insistent deep in you as his tongue slips over yours. You clench and he groans, rutting up harder.

“Rudy…” You don’t know exactly what you’re asking for but you need him.

“What? What is it cariño?” He doesn’t stop when he asks, holding your face gently in both hands, barely a breath from you as he presses in, in, in. It makes you curl in, one hand clinging to his shirt, the other seeking your clit.

Alejandro says something, an exchange in Spanish that goes over your head, followed by the warmth of his hands on your waist.

“You should have said,” Rudy murmurs. Then his thumb is on your clit, wet with spit and smearing it in deft little circles.

It barely takes anything until you break with a soft cry. More gentle than any time you’ve come in the past twelve hours, but it still leaves you shaking in his hold. Rudy soothes you through it, hushing your little gasps with kisses and gentle rocks until you finally settle against his chest.

“Easy mi cariño, easy.” He still twitches in the tight clutch of your cunt, but doesn’t press you for more. Instead, he sweeps the sweat-stuck strands of hair from your face and rubs soothingly against your skin under your shirt. Alejandro moves into a space somewhere behind you too, his warmth a presence at your back like a blanket being placed over you.

The smell of three men comes to you as you even out your breathing with deep inhales.

It’s Soap first from his clothes sticking to you; warm and pink peppercorns, clean Scottish pine, and the moss of the forest. He’s citrus bright tempered by an equally sharp wit and kindness, and you smile into the neckline of his hoodie as the memory of him this morning floats over.

Alejandro is next as he presses himself against your side, moving your hair back to find more spaces to kiss you. He’s spiced sandalwood and frankincense, sweetened by oudh and cut by the alcohol still lingering around him. When he lazily slips his tongue into your mouth for a kiss, you swallow down on the feeling of honeyed whiskey. He makes you dizzy with it.

Then finally Rodolfo as he brings your face back around to him. His warmth is gentle - honeysuckle candles and the soft smell of salt-tinged wildflowers on the coast. You trace patterns absentmindedly against his neck as you breathe his scent in stronger until it calms your heartbeat, soothed by his hands on you, cupping your head to him and strong at your lower back.

As you come back down you realise. “You… you didn’t…?” You’re hazy with fatigue, but still sure on this.

“It’s ok.”

“Rudy—,” you start but he gently cuts you off.

“Está bien cariño.” He says it with such kindness, and although it has to be - you’re truly too sore and spent now for anything - you know he means it honestly.

So instead, “remind me to give you a blowjob later,” you promise him before settling against his chest.

It doesn’t take too long before the pressure of Rudy’s cock in you becomes heavy and bright.

“Too much.” You don’t think he’s heard you, heavily turning your head to try and speak again against his ear.

“¿Qué?”

“Too much,” you repeat, whine dropping to a soft moan as you try to lift yourself up, your thighs trembling and protesting the effort.

Rudy understands. With gentle hands he lifts you up from his lap again, slow and smooth until he slips from you with an exhale, air hissing through his teeth. You miss the fullness of him and you don’t.

“Better?” His voice is against your chin, lips finding and pressing to your cheek in adoration as you lower back into his lap. You hum your reply against his ear - yes - pressing your face down onto his shoulder again.

You find yourself once more weighed down by your own body. Sleep pulls and tugs at you and you let it, wrapped around Rudy and safe in his embrace. The last thing you’re conscious of is the sweet murmurs of both men, and two sets of hands soothing over you.