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nanivinsmoke · 1 month

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All Of Me

♪ take all of me, i just wanna be the girl you like—the kind of girl you like ♪

logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x fem!reader

tags: features your favorite merc with a mouth, takes place in deadpool three, age gap, flirting, mutual sex, rough sex, couch sex, creampies, mentions of drinking (don’t worry everything is consensual) sorry i don’t have much tags….

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“So? How does this look?” You turn to look at your friend and neighbor, Wade, as he modeled his off his brand new black wig. You took a long look at it, it was a stiff and a little dry; however it was different compared to the brown one he was rocking a week ago before his mission.

“Preferred the brown Justin Bieber one you had before. Now Wade, can we please have a game night? Pretty please!” You begged while the loud mouthed merc went silent and took off the new wig he brought before putting his red and black mask over his head.

“Game nights are such a hassle, Blind Al sucks at charades. Why do you want a game night so—oh” He paused and you swear you could hear him smirk behind his mask.

“You wanna do the hanky panky with old man logan, huh?” His eyes scrunched and he in your face, causing you to look away.

“Hide the zucchini with the Wolvie? Play naked twister? Prison role play? Recreating Busty—“

“Okay we get it!” You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away, heart practically beating out of your chest at the mere mention of your friend’s hot new roommate.

After the timeline altering mission, which you learned over chimichangas at Wade’s, you’ve had the pleasure of meeting the sexiest man to ever exist. Logan, was everything and then some. From his beautiful hazel eyes, to his voice down to his mutant powers; everything about him had you creaming your panties and Wade knew it too.

“Please, just one game night! That’s all i want, please Wade!” You begged once more, grabbing his wrist—making him turn to you. “What’s in it for me? Do i get a peek at the goodies too? Hm? Do I get to pop your cherry? Tongue Punch your fartbox? Eiffel—“

“A date and alone time with Vanessa” You cut him off before he could go on with anymore innuendos.

“See you tonight! Should i wear this one tonight?” Wade pulled out another wig, pulling it over his mask. It was ginger curly wig.

“Fuck no, Carrot Top” You snatched his wig off, making the merc pout.

It was a little bit after seven, the perfect time for you to show up at Wade’s place. You helped Wade send out invitations for the game night, which was at 6:30 pm. You decided to show up a little late, to make a grand entrance even though you lived right across the hall.

As soon as you got home, you immediately went to your closet picking out your best outfit, one that made your ass look so round and plump in it, before having the longest shower session ever known. After putting the last touches to your ‘i-wanna-fuck-a-twohundred-year-old-man’ outfit, you grabbed the pan of your famous monster nachos, and headed across the hall.

After you knocked twice on the door, it swung open revealing your mouthy neighbor; whom scowled behind his mask. “Well, look who decided to show up! I shouldn’t even let you in, Vanessa’s not even here!” He crossed his arms over his chest and got in your face, upset that you didn’t hold up your end of the bargain.

“Who’s not here?” Vanessa popped up behind you, her curly raven hair flowing as she moved, shocking your neighbor and making him back up from your space. You wore a smug look on your face as you walked into his apartment, pushing the pan of nachos into his hands and taking a look around his place; searching for Logan.

Wade, who had now taken off his mask and was eyeing Vanessa as she got comfortable, started to dig into your pan of nachos; until he see your face in his peripheral vision.

“Looking for Logan sugar bear? Wolvie went to go take Mary for a walk and to get us some beers—“

“And some coke!” Blind Al cut in, emerging from the kitchen; making you smile. “No, not this time Althea.” Deadpool responded, now standing next to you while the two of you watched the little old man lady make her way into the living room—cursing up a storm.

Turning his attention back to you, Wade stuck his fingers into your yummy pan of nachos and stuffed him down his mouth, “He’ll be back soon. Although he is over a hundred years old; so it might take grandpa a while to get back.” You pouted and grabbed some chips from the pan before stomping over to the living room and sitting on the black leather couch.

It felt like an hour had passed and Logan hadn’t showed up yet. You were trying your best to not seem sad, occupying your mind by talking with Yukio and Vanessa; earning some stares from Wade. You weren’t letting him speak to her, not until he showed up.

Almost like he heard you, the man of the hour finally walked through the door, holding a pack of beer and almost empty bottle of whiskey; followed by Mary Poppins skippering into the room.

“Look! He’s back! Everyone he’s back, with the beer! Hey Vanessa….” Wade announced to everyone before going to talk with Vanessa, but really it was for you. You shot your eyes up and caught his, giving him a soft smile before he quickly turned away and headed to the kitchen to put the beers down.

You hesitated on following after him, until you saw Wade motion for you to go after him. You excused yourself and walked into the small space, seeing the tall male place the beers into the fridge—you reached over and grabbed on, catching him by surprise.

The smell of his cologne piercing your nostrils and you tried your best to ignore the small throbbing you felt below. “Thanks for the beer.” You wanted to bite your tongue off after those words left your mouth. That’s all you had to say to him? Thank him for the beers?

Before you could leave, the deep voice behind you called out to you, “You’re the one that lives across the hall, right? You made those delicate shrimp tacos?” You nodded your head, a smile plastered on your face while taking a swig of the rich flavored beer.

“You think they were delicious?” You asked, already knowing his answer—however you were really excited that he knew who you were. He nodded and reached over to take a swig of your beer before responding.

“I had to sneak one because Wade wouldn’t let anyone have one, but god those were good.” You smiled and pulled another beer out of the fridge as he finished the rest off the first one you shared.

As it became later into the night, the two of you stayed in the kitchen getting know each other better. He decided to pull out the hard stuff, so instead of finishing off the pack of beer—the two of you decided to split his whiskey. The more the two of you talked, the more you fell for him.

“Who’s ready for some Strip Poker! I’ll go first!” Wade’s perky voice announced, making the two of you freeze and share a look with each other; faces contorting in disgust.

“I’d rather claw my eyes out then to see that. Let’s get out of here. What do ya say, princess?” He asked you, standing up and holding out his hand. You smiled and got up as well, bringing the whiskey with you. Walking out the kitchen and into the living room hand in hand, the two of headed to the door—surprising a half dressed Wade.

“Where do you two think you’re going?”

“To fuck off.” You responded, sticking a middle finger up at your neighbor before waving at Yukio and Vanessa; leaving the party and going to your apartment—getting away from Wade’s antics.

Sitting on your plush living room couch, the two of you continued with your conversation from earlier, the bottle of whiskey flowing freely between the two of you.

The older man couldn’t help but to take in your beautiful features, the way your eyes twinkled when he said something about his past, the way your beautiful plump lips curved up when he talked about a good memory he had—it had him losing his mind. He had found you attractive, he always did, but he was too afraid to act on his attraction. Too afraid for what could possibly happen….

“How are you still single?” You blurted out, the effects of the strong alcohol messing with your cognitive functions. He shifted in his spot and moved his eyes from yours, making you immediately regret asking.

“I’m not a good guy. I hurt people, every move i make….someone ends up getting hurt.” There was some silence before his eyes returned to yours and you couldn’t help the next words that left your mouth. You scooted closer to him and grabbed him by the chin, making him look at you, “What if I like being hurt?”

His eyes widened and he searched yours, processing what you just said before he gave into temptation; kissing you with such passion. He easily dominated you, gripping the back of your head—tugging onto your hair, making you moan out; which gave him the opportunity to pull away and look at you.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, princess.”

“I’m a big girl, Logan. I can take a little pain~” He wasted no time on smashing his lips against yours again, pulling you into his lap while his hands roamed your small back, before falling down to your ass. He squeezed both cheeks through your denim jeans, rubbing and pinching the fat—causing you to moan out his name. He was beyond hard hearing your sweet voice call out to him and you could feel it pressing right into your cunt.

You rolled your hips, creating some stimulation for you—another sexy moan leaving your mouth. He gripped the sides of jean’s hard, ripping them apart and causing you to gasp. “Can’t wait much longer. Sorry, princess,” His voice was gruff, panty wetting; turning you on even more. You reached underneath and fumbled with his belt buckle, finally unclasping it and unzipping his pants—pulling his navy blue briefs down; making his hard cock spring free.

You salivated at the sight. His deep brown happy trail lead right down to his glistening, angry, pinkish cock—jumping from the cool air. You let out a glob of spit, catching it once it hit his precum coated head—jerking him off. He closed his eyes and groaned, the sensation making his body grow hot. And when you pulled your panties to the side and let his tip slide against your slick lips; those tired looking eyes shot open.

“You ready for that, hm?” He asked, his bushy brown eyebrow raising as he watched you tease yourself; a soft gasp leaving your lips. With a head nod, you pushed him into your sodden entrance, gasping and gripping his broad shoulder; as he stretched you to fit his cock. Logan watched with low lidded eyes, in a deep lust filled trance as you took control, hands glued to your side.

“Fuck, princess….take all of it like a good girl…” He praised, sending a smack to your plump ass. You took him as deep as you could, however it wasn’t all of him…you couldn’t take it all. Your hips slowly moved on its on, grinding and bouncing—getting used to how much was inside of you.

Soon that bubble of pain popped and turned into pleasure, and your pace increased. Your hips were no longer bucking, instead you were practically jumping on his dick—the sound of skin meeting one another’s created a loud lewd noise; music to your ears—drowning out what was playing across the hall.

Logan couldn’t believe it, he was in pure bliss, he finally had you and was going to enjoy this very moment. He was scared, he didn’t want to bring his past into the new world—especially with you here.

Almost like you read his thoughts, you pulled him by his chin and made him look at you, “you don’t need to protect me…..I can take it—shit…just fuck me daddy.”

Hearing those words fueled him and he gripped your hips tightly, before pushing you further down onto his cock; making you take all of him. You gasped loudly, however you weren’t able to process it because he was forcing you up and down on his dick—stretching your gummy walls with each stroke.

He loved the sexy noises that left your pretty little mouth along with the squelching and small queefing that your cunt released with each powerful thrust. “That’s it baby…ride daddy’s dick. Fuck—you’re so tight!” You smashed your lips on his, a sweaty sloppy kiss between the both of you as the tightness in your stomach was brewing.

“G’na cum…fuck daddy! Can I cum? Please please please….” You begged, hands on his clothed chest—gripping his navy blue flannel shirt. The older man grunt and smirked, holding your hips while you continued to bounce.

“Go ahead and cream on daddy’s dick, princess.”

That’s all you needed to finally release that tight ball in your stomach, releasing your essence all over his thick shaft. He was right behind you as well, with a few more pumps, his thick milky white load pooled out in thick white ropes—filling you up.

The two of you stayed like that, peppering kissing on each other’s lips, a small smirk on his face. He was in bliss—no, he was in love. The hard ass Wolverine had finally opened his heart. He wasn’t about to make another universe hate him, he’ll damn sure try hard to not mess it up.

Sneaking away from his third round of strip poker, Wade crept into the hallway and picked the lock to your apartment door. Before entering he let out a little school girl giggle, before continuing to tip toe into your apartment—holding back his gasp at the sight bestowed before him.

A sweaty, shirtless Wolverine balls deep inside of you, giving you hard deep strokes as you laid on the couch taking all of him.

“The two of you need a third?” Their head whipped towards the door in sync, their faces of pleasure changing to anger.

“Fuck Off Wade!” He scurried back out the door, dodging the pillow being thrown at him. He took a deep breath before looking at the readers

“Welp! That’s all folks!”

#deadpool and wolverine #wolverine x you #wolverine x reader #wolverine smut #logan howlett x you #logan howlett xmen #logan howlett smut #old man logan #logan howlett x reader #logan wolverine #wolverine #logan smut #logan howlett #wade wilson #deadpool #Spotify

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maylovesfiction · 2 months

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Short scene that lived in my head for weeks. In my head Buggy is so oblivious to flirting.

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Buggy sat at the bar, looking at his empty rum mug. He was contemplating if getting another one was really worth it. This was all his wife's fault! It was her idea to come to this place because the food was said to be good. Who cares about the food?! The alcohol has to be cheap and good. Buggy had to admit that the rum was indeed good, but the price was absolutely ridiculous. "Hey handsome, what are you doing here all alone?" Buggy barely noticed the voice talking. Remembering his wife's smile when she had happily dug into her food he knew it was worth coming here, but still... if only he could have a little more rum without it blowing a hole in his wallet.

A tap on his shoulder made him jump and turn around to face the assailant. It was just a woman. A woman with bright blue eyes and long wavy brown hair in a black and red dress. She smiled at him and repeated her initial question "What is a handsome man like you doing here?" Buggy blinked, this woman must be out of her mind. The pirate's mood shifted from surprised to annoyed. His eyes wandered to his empty mug "What does it look like?!" he answered sharply "I was drinking, but have you seen the prices here? They are absolutely ridiculous! Twohundred and fifty berry just for one mug of rum, ONE tiny mug! This is outrageous!" The woman just smiled at his rant and sat down on the stool next to him. "So which rum is your favorite?" , she asked. Buggy just pointed at a barrel behind the barkeeper "That one." - "I see, that's a good choice. So what are you doing here in this town?" Buggy stayed silent for a moment, trying to calm himself. His wife wouldn't like him starting a commotion even though he would really much like to throw his empty mug at the bartender. Speaking of his wife he turned in his seat looking back at their shared table before answering the woman. "My crew and I are docking here for supplies." His wife hadn't returned. Buggy didn't get the need to 'freshen up' in the bathroom, but it was his wife, he wasn't going to argue about this.

"Oh so you're a sailor then", the woman's eyes lit up, as she slowly started to scoot a little closer to him. Buggy noticed her attempts to be closer to him, but didn't know what she was trying to achieve. Then a thought crossed his mind, she was clearly trying to get close to him to steal his hard earned stolen money out of his pockets! His hand reached slowly for the bag of coins in his pocket, checking if it was still there. "I'm not a normal sailor! I'm a pirate! In fact I'm the flashiest pirate captain that you will find around here!" Buggy lectured her, breathing a sigh of relief as his hand touched his coin pouch.

Her eyes grew wide. Oh snap! Now he basically told her that he had money. Buggy mentally slapped himself. The woman motioned for the barkeeper. Buggy didn't even notice her ordering a mug of rum for him because he was so deep in his thoughts, trying to think of a way to make himself appear as a bad target for thievery. The barkeeper setting the rum in front of him startled him. Buggy looked puzzled at the beverage, then to the woman. "My treat! It's not every day you meet a strong and handsome pirate captain!" the woman batted her eyelashes at him. There it was again, she called him handsome again, clearly a ploy to make him lower his guard! But Buggy was smart, he saw right through her! Her compliments would not make him fall for her little tricks!

Buggy just nodded at her and took a sip of his rum, humming in delight as the drink slid down his throat. "So, what's your name?", she asked him. "I'm the great and flashy Buggy the Clown!" he responded eagerly. She looked at him as if she waited for him to do or say something. When it didn't come she looked a bit confused. Buggy had his body still turned towards the bar and gave her a side eye "What?!" The woman quickly composed herself again, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm sorry for staring, you have such beautiful hair, Buggy." She reached for locks of his blue hair falling down his back kept in a high ponytail. The pirate tried to evade her touch, scooting away from her hand. He was unsuccessful as the woman had already gotten ahold of a few strands of hair, slowly rubbing them between her fingers. She then put her hand down onto his thigh. "Buggy, you are just my type and I’m getting really hot. Why don't we take this conversation somewhere else?" she asked suggestively. Buggy's head was spinning, not even listening to what was said, this was a clear attempt on the money in the pocket of his pants just above her hand. He was not letting her have it. A small giggle that he would recognize everywhere snapped him out of it and his head spun around to see his wife had returned to their table, watching him and chuckling at the scene. Buggy briskly stood up, still having his hand wrapped around his mug of rum "It was... nice. I'll need to get back to my wife" he stumbled over the words as he quickly walked back to their table. The woman watched him leave gobsmacked.

When Buggy returned to the table he interrogated his wife "Why did you take so long? I was thinking about coming in and dragging you out of there! What did you even do in there!? I almost got assaulted! Why are you laughing!?" He usually loved when his wife was laughing but this time he had the feeling it was at his expense. "What do you think happened there, my love?" she asked him, trying to contain her laughter. "What do you mean 'what happened there'?! Didn't you see?! It was clear as day! That woman tried to rob me! She was giving me compliments and bought me a drink so I'd let my guard down! Then she was reaching for my coins, but she wasn't as sneaky as she thought, because I totally caught her in the act!" His wife laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, Buggy just watched her in bewilderment. "Buggy! She was hitting on you", she breathed out between laughs. "WHAT?!"

After she calmed herself again she asked "Did you remember how jealous you got when that tall man in a suit hit on me last month in that tavern with the deer head on the front door?" Buggy had crossed his arms in front of his chest, clearly annoyed, and nodded. "So what exactly did he do, that made you jealous?" The blue haired pirate thought for a moment then started to answer "Well, he told you you were the most beautiful woman and then he tried to buy you- ohhhh" Buggy's eyes widened as the realisation hit him. Then his lips turned into a smirk "Well... I just got hit on! That's no surprise to be honest, because everyone knows the flashiest pirate in the east blue is quite the catch! I don't know how you can top this. You'll have to try really hard to win me over. I have options, you know?" he teased his wife. She laughed again, then replied "How about you finish your drink and then we go back to the ship and I..." she leaned over and whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide and an almost devious smile crossed his face. Buggy had never downed a rum that fast in his life before.

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #captain buggy #fanfic #oneshot

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betweenblackberrybranches · 11 months

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drawing Mister Cock and Ball Torture For Two Hundred Years, you dont mind if i play with colours on the guy yeah? *adds brown adds green adds green adds green adds orang adds yello adds orang

Oh god fae au eclipse will hensforth only exist as Mr. cock and ball torture for twohundred years in my brain and it is your fault >:"(

Add as many colores as you want<33 he is fun to draw, giving real king of the autumn court vibes

#i hope thats what you ment #i would go crazy seeing him in your style #my beloved moot<3 what are you doing #that nickname for him is stuck now what do i do #help

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justporo · 1 year

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Would Astarion ever get baby fever i know my tav gets baby fever and is like i must have a child

Hmm. See I'm gonna be personal for a second here: I have some difficulty putting myself in those shoes sometimes. Because I want kids, yes, some time (I'm 28 if you wanna know) but never have I experienced a feeling of baby fever. And in that regard (and ceeeeertainly no others 👀...) I put myself into my Tav. Because she's the same age as me - so preeeeetty young for an elf and didn't really have the room for even imagining becoming a mother thus far.

And I feel like it's been the same for Astarion. He didn't have a shred of a normal life for over twohundred years. And shit, they both have some healing to do...

But: after they've settled down - why not? I'd still feel like that something like baby fever would only really hit them though once a child is on the way for them. Like, when they know they're expecting and start imaging themselves as parents, taking care of their sweet little miracle gremlin.

That being said: I absolutely can see Astarion buying aaaaaall the cute baby stuff, all of it. Also embroidering some onesies for the little one. And Tav making a mobile with a stars and a moon!

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #fanfiction #headcanons #poro answers

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walkyjake · 10 months

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again have to remind myself that im not one of those people who can stay true to the concept of "ranking things in a numerical sequence" when it comes to gizz because i really Really do genuinely love everything with varying nebulous degrees but god damnit. am i really realizing now that i could say ambergris is top THREE gizz songs. just the weight that statement holds even though it's such a simplified expression of my biases. but TOP THREE? out of like TwoHundred? Ambergris???

#gizzbox #Im literally at war withthis fucking music song #TOP TWO EVEN im deciding #no actually ontology is still better. top three you go.

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suntiger745 · 1 month

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I have a sudden urge to make a bard that romance Lae'zel and will put her into girly clothing by pretending it is clothing for urban combat when armor can't be/is not allowed to be worn.

"Sure, bold colors signals that you are unaffraid. At the same time, frills and ruffles will help break up your silhouette if you do need to sneak around in the dark or set an ambush."

"Bows are only for accomplished warriors. The size and material of the bow signals how many enemies you have slain.

A tree fingers wide cotton bow is 10 people for example. A velvet three finger bow is 30.

A handsbreadth bow in linen is 50 people and one in silk is 80.

You often see girls wear big bows because they are choosen to show the enemies slain by the family or even the entire clan. Once they come of age though, they put aside the family and clan bows and has to start wearing their own."

Lae'zel: "Really? I have slain over twohundred enemies. How many bows are that?"

"Hmm. A large silk bow at the front of the bodice, and one at the small of the back. Probably red or blue.

Then two three fingers wide velevet bows in emerald green or black worn in your braids."

Lae'zel: "Your customs are strange... But I will not be seen as a lesser warrior than I am. I will wear this dress and the bows."

Tav: *heart eyes*

#baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel #tav #silly

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the-delightful-temptation · 8 months

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"The dickmaster twohundred is out of stock already.. I need to talk to the employees at the factory again."

#ic #hello #I'm kinda here

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umbralsound-xiv · 1 year

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Kindling Embers.

I hadn't heard her stir, so much as make a sound, which had made me wonder if she was still there at all. I'd been back to the company house first thing in the morning, to see Sayuri and pick up a few ingredients to make something... Here's to hoping i can cook something edible. And if not... We have a rolanberry tart, at least.

Bexy Amalaryssia slowly approaches the partition, the signal of heeled boots heralding her arrival. "…Vex?" Bexy calls, quietly. She peers around the wooden panels, unsure if she was awake.

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears flicker at the sound, one eye peeking open only for the other to follow as her name is called. ".. Yep?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I… Wasn't sure if you were hungry. I brought something from the company house?" She tilts her head. "You're welcome to it."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Well. I-.. didn't really eat before running away yesterday morning, so.." She squints, and peers down at herself - as if trying to judge her own hunger by staring at her stomach. ".. I-- probably should?" Her head raises and she offers an uncertain blink. ".. Company house. You and your.. friend, mentioned that yestersun, too.. What is it?" She pushes her palms into the floor and shoves herself up on her feet like normal, grimacing slightly at any pain that jabs her in the most recent injured areas.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Well, don't… Don't expect anything too special. Not in terms of the stew, anyway. I could hardly lug a pot of that through the Shroud, so settled on ingredients instead. It's not like i should be out hunting, wounded though i am. I -did- say i'd take it easy." Bexy sighs, offering a faint smile, and a beckoning, gloved hand. "The… Company? That's where i'm employed. Sayuri and Eir, too, as well as Neoma who you met, yestersun. Though Sayuri's capture was a wholly personal matter, on my end."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Can't be worse than what I've lived on for the past fourteen cycles." Her lips tug into a thin line, following along at the beckon. Her head tilts, curiously. ".. Oh. I... see. Not dragging all of them into that, got it."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Precisely. We didn't know their numbers, only that there were… Many. Many more than in our company, for certain. I couldn't just let them take her, but fearing a retalition large enough to kill the lot of us, i worked alone. Mostly alone. I did have help from friends who had offered their aid away from the company." Bexy turns to ascend the stairs, then. "…I'm not the best at cooking… But i did bring rolanberry tart, for dessert!"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "… Up until recently, twohundred and twenty." Vex retorts, factually. Her eyes narrow into an automatic squint as they ascend the stairs, peering up at the windows for a moment before letting her gaze follow Bexy. ".. They think you did it mostly alone, other than the one they knew were with you." She wanders up to the bench, lowering herself down on it. ".. Probably better than me, I don't know how to. And.. nice. I.. think?"

Better for them to think i was alone. They know of Khive... Though i still don't know how. I should make time to speak with her soon. It's been some time since... That incident.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Up until recently, yes." She curls her lips into a smirk. "And i'll let them continue to believe that. If they come after me, i can handle that. Coming after those close to me…?" Bexy clicks her tongue, shaking her head as she dished out stew; carrots, popotoes, onions and chunks of antelope. She's even been kind enough to bring a few bread rolls, moving to set the food on the table in front of Vex, returning to the stove to ladle up her own helping. "…It's edible, but nothing compared to the chefs at the company. The tart is from Eir, i think. The rolanberries are arranged a little differently to how Auro'usk does it…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Either sounds like a horrible idea, if you ask me. Grym's hand, Z'quohn, thought so too." She turns around in her seat to peer down into the bowl, eyeing it almost curiously. ".. It's solid food, that's a good start."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…His hand?" Bexy asks, taking a bite of stew. "And if he thought it was such a bad idea, why did he let it happen? Unless he has no say?" Her brow furrows, then. "…They don't even give you -solid food-?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Yeah, people right below Grym in the ranks. Z'quohn and Ariq are his left and right hands, so to say." She reaches for the spoon given, squinting at it before casting a subtle look Bexy's way - and then sinks it into the bowl, correctly. ".. He was gone for most of it, came back a mere few suns before the escape." She slowly raises a spoonful of stew, balancing it. ".. Nope. Us who were forced to work for them got the same shit food the other captives got." She leans over the bowl to make it easier to shovel the food into her mouth, chewing at it before pausing, brows raising. ".. Oh."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Oh?" Bexy questions, taking disinterested mouthfuls of the meal. "…I did warn you it's not tremendous. Though better than what you're used to, if what you tell me is anything to go by…" Bexy trails, considering. "…Makes sense. Suppose i should be thankful he returned so late. People might have made better decisions, then. That would make it much more difficult for me."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Not tremendous? This? This is fucking good." Vex shovels a new spoonful of stew into her mouth enthusiastically, quite clearly not lying in her opinion. ".. Not so sure. I wandered by Grym's office at a point when they were talking, first thing I heard was him refusing to release 'her', and I'm assuming that'd be Sayuri." She peers up at Bexy, tilting her head. "..And, fun fact. If you call her Sayuri in front of Grym, it'll piss him off." She smiles.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I gathered that from what brief altercations i had over the linkpearl with the bastard." She huffs, amusedly. "That's about the highest praise i've ever had for my cooking, i think." She muses, taking a breadroll to dip into the broth. "…You… Think they will try to take her again?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Not that it takes much to piss him off in the first place, really. Or I've just gotten that good at it." Vex flashes a grin, which soon fades as she tilts her head in throught. "Yes. Don't know when, but considering he was looking for her even now, when she was gone before -I- was taken by them.. Doubt he'll let go of it. Or her."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Then i'll keep my eyes open. Anyone who makes themselves a threat to her, i'll ensure meets the same fate as the rest." She takes a long, quiet sigh through her nose, mulling over some thought or another. "…I knew the idea was too much to hope for."

...I knew it was a long shot. I've met some single track minded people in my life, and know how obsessive they can become... I'll just have to cut them down if they come again. He will not take her from me a second time.

S'vexrha Tchuma: "I'm sure she'll help you with that, judging from the shit I've seen inside. Folks lost no matter what they did, head outside? Might die by you. Stay inside? Might get sent down and die by Sayuri's hands." Vex gave an amused grin at the memory. ".. Weren't many who did either task all too happily, and watching them scramble was amusing enough."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "And now we're both outside, all the more reason to fear coming after us. Hopefully even those with orders will shirk their duties, some. Fear is a dreadful thing… I don't need to tell you that. But if it keeps them away from us, all the better for it."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Eh, I've grown kinda numb to it at this point." Her shoulders draw into a small shrug. "Grym. Ariq. Vairg. Any other fucker who used violence as a way to intimidate people.. Just ended up being fun to anger." Vex rocks from side to side a few times, before shovelling another spoonful of stew into her mouth. ".. Hopefully, whoever comes across you will decide they'd like to live another sun at the very least."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "They'll be either smart enough to survive, or stupid enough to die. Neither are of any consequence to me, so long as we're left alone." She finishes the rest of her stew; leaving the carrots for last, which she eats in one big spoonful with a wrinkle of her nose. "…So.. Grym is at the top. Ariq and… Z'quohn. Right and left hands." She considers, finishing the last of her bread. "Who is Vairg? I've heard the name. Sayuri doesn't seem to want to elaborate much on him. Ketenblaet… Q'kura. I know the former tormented her as a child. The latter… I don't know. But Sayuri seems to want him dead."

S'vexrha Tchuma: “Some of them have brains, I’m just not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing yet.” Vex finishes her stew and pushes the bowl away to fold her arms atop of the table, and ensure she doesn’t knock it over. “Grym, Ariq, Z’quohn.. Has a whole-ass council beneath that. Arnkel’s sister, Eanwin, is one of them.” She shifts on the spot for a moment, letting her features draw into a grimace. “Vairg? A Viera who relishes in bullying other Viera, he’s the one who nearly killed Eir, and Sayuri fought in the arena. Lost the fight but bit two of his fingers off.” Her fingers tap against the table, slowly. “He’s.. A Trusted, as they call them. So is Ketenblaet and Q’kura. Ketenblaet is one of Grym’s bloody -personal- trusted, which is why it’s so fucking weird that he helped us.. Q’kura is the person who thought capturing Eir was a good idea, and is the only one still alive out of the party who did.”

I should make a task of writing this all down, one sun. Getting Vex or Sayuri to help me. I wager even Mist would be curious to some of this information. ...They were over two hundred strong, once. Perhaps with enough pressure... ...One sun, perhaps.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Eanwin. The one who put your collar on you." Bexy confirms, seemingly making a mental note of it all. "…Vairg. Explains so much why Sayuri doesn't want to speak about him. Knowing that, i won't ask Eir about him, either…" Bexy rises to her feet, collecting the bowls to be set aside to clean, later. "…He must have an agenda of his own, if he helped. As for what, who can say." She turns her head to Vex, for a moment. "Rolanberry tart?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Yeah, probably the one who fucked with Sayuri's aether, too. She leads the healers but.. She's usually the one who fucks around with anything magic." She leans back to let Bexy retrieve the bowl, before leaning forwards once more. ".. Well, only explanation he gave me was that he was sick of shit, other than that.. Don't know. Aint exactly a secret among them that Ketenblaet and Grym goes -way- back." She turns her head to look in Bexy's direction, tilting her head slightly. "..Sure."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Hm. Not much of an explaination. It doesn't shed light on much. Knowing his friendship with Grym, even i would doubt any kind of betrayal." Two plates are taken, and two slices of tart; a quarter each, set on them, as Bexy returned to the table, a fork for each of them set in the middle. "…I suppose prying Eanwin out of the compound isn't exactly going to be the easiest thing to do…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Eanwin rarely leaves, not because she's a coward or anything.. Just has so much shit to do, constantly." Vex pauses, peering down at the tart before her -almost- suspiciously, a clear sign she's never really seen anything like it before - but she doesn't seem any less inclined to try it, as she leans over to grab one of the forks, which also gains a squinting stare. "… Why do you want to, though? Just to kill her?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Sayuri's aether is compromised. Eanwin broke it. I want her to fix it. But by the sounds of it, she's not exactly an option. Our medics are talented enough, and i am sure they could, with time… But Sayuri needs her ice to defend herself with as soon as possible."

I know they would find an answer eventually. If not Neoma, Adelle; they are the best healers i know. But as with then, when she was first taken, time is not of the essence. Sayuri needs to be able to defend herself as soon as possible. ...Not to mention the pain even the smallest fluctuation causes her.

S'vexrha Tchuma: "-- Shit, still?" Vex's brows furrow, head tilting. Her brows furrow, gaze lowering to the tart. ".. Someone out of her Trusted might know?" Her lips tug, gaze rising anew. "..Coincidentally, Q'kura is one of them."

Bexy Amalaryssia leans forward. "…Oh? Is that so…?" Her tone holds some lilting sort of malice, painted lips baring teeth that sink into a bite of the tart. "…Is he the kind keen on leaving his confines?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. He hauled me with him to investigate one of your killings, once." She pauses, head tilting. ".. He's a bit of a fucking coward, though."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Mm… Not the brave sort. Makes sense why he'd attack Eir. You say the rest from that altercation are dead? Sayuri mentioned something about an archer…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Keely and Hichort. Dead as fuck." Vex opted to finally sink the fork into the tart, prying a chunk from it. "Hichort was torn apart, quite literally, shortly after the entire.. Watching-Eir-kinda-die thing, boasted to someone about his part of the capture and the fucking idiot didn't realise she was being lead by someone else behind him. Keely she stole the knife of and stabbed in the leg and then the throat, then killed five others. Interesting thing to listen to."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Gods. I've seen Sayuri fight on a battlefield without the pangs of desperation harrying her. Witnessing his supposed demise and then being within arms reach of anyone who might have played a part in it…" Bexy makes a face, but shrugs. "They brought it on themselves. -When- she gets her aether back, they would be fools to try and take her again. And she will not leave Eir unguarded so easily, now…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Yeah. Only one she didn't get if they landed in her vicinity was Vairg, which is a fight they made a bloody spectacle out of. He has probably clawed his way to the top of her shit-list with all the bullshit he spouted during it." Vex grimaces, and finally raises the fork to her mouth to catch the tart chunk between her lips. Despite the ongoing topic, she pauses completely at the flavour - offering a surprised blink and stare. "… Fuck that's nice." She almost whispers, before coughing faintly, looking back up to Bexy. “I’d say every single one of those who are there willingly deserve all kinds of bullshit heading their way. Even without you at her side, from what I’ve seen and overheard, they’d probably struggle to recapture her by force. Might not be -impossible-, but.. They’d be some few fuckers less after it. And then even more when you got your hands on them.”

Bexy Amalaryssia offers a small grin at Vex's remark on the tart, intently listening to her words. "…He sounds enough of a bastard to draw her ire, for all he's done. Sayuri… She's a little like me, in that regard. It's far more an offense to hurt those we love, than it ever would be ourselves. If they come for her again, they will not take her without heavy losses, if they even manage it at all. I will not be far behind." She takes another forkful of tart, slowly settling her gaze on Vex. "I appreciate your readiness to share what you can. If there anything you think i should know, i'll be glad to listen. And… If there's anything you want to know, you need only ask."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. He is." Vex grimaces. ".. D'khoreh, a Seeker there by force.. Had part in keeping Eir alive, after the entire display. Healed him a bit more than he was allowed, Vairg hauled him to Eir and tried to force him to hurt him." A small frown manages to take to Vex's expression as she talks. "..D'khoreh is.. soft, for the lack of a better word. The mere thought of hurting someone upsets him. I heard Vairg yelling at him and that's the main reason I learned Eir was still alive, which at the point wasn’t common knowledge. I got in his face and distracted him from hurting either.” She muttered, poking at the tart with her fork. “.. I can’t claim to have anyone I love, but if I did I’d like to imagine it’d be the same.” Her shoulders draw into another shrug, gaze lifting to meet Bexy’s. “They ruined my life, if there’s anything I can do to aid in fucking theirs over, I’ll happily do so - even if it’s just giving information.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…A barbarous bastard if ever there was one. I'd enjoy putting arrows in him if i didn't think i'd pull the satisfaction from Sayuri's hands." She finishes the last few crumbs of her tart, then. "It's appreciated…" Bexy trails, looking over Vex with some contemplation. "Yestersun, you said you had… Nowhere to go. When you are back on your feet… Where will you go?" Bexy rolls her shoulders. "Not that there's any rush. I quite enjoy your company, as a matter of fact. And the very least i can do is offer you somewhere comfortable to stay while you get your bearings."

S'vexrha Tchuma: "You're not the only one, he's one of the least liked people in the compound and that fucking says something." Vex snorts with amusement, shaking her head. She pauses at the question. "..I.. suppose I could try to.. find my family." Her ears flicker backwards, flattening a touch at her own suggestion. ".. Not that I know where to start looking, really.. I wasn't exactly conscious when they transported me." A hand raises and a finger flicks towards her own head, as if trying to indicate having been struck in it. “Other than that.. There really isn’t anywhere for me.” She shrugs. “.. I appreciate you letting me stay, though.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…If he's so despised, how does he still live? Surely there's enough horrible people that have considered offing eachother at some point there, yes?" A brow lifts, quizzically. "Unless they're prevented from harming him, like you." She slides aside her plate, listening as Vex spoke, giving a small nod as she recounted her abduction. "You can stay as long as you please. Anything to eat or drink; if you can find it, it's yours. The bed, too." She hesitates. "…Though i noticed… It hadn't been slept in…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: “.. Because sadly, he has the skill to back up his arrogance.” Vex huffs. “.. And Grym likes him. Someone has to, I fucking guess.” Her head shifts from side to side. “Offing others is apparently only a thing Grym is allowed to do, or give permission to.” She paused, glancing back at Bexy. “.. I’ve slept on the floor for fourteen cycles, and only a bed when I’ve been stuck in the infirmary, usually unconscious.” Her ears twitched, followed by a small shift of her shoulders. “It.. felt weird.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…We'll see how he fares at range. I hope he can run as fast as his mouth." A small frown given, then. "…There's a rug on the floor above you, if it's amenable? The floor. Gods… You deserve better, Vex."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Oh -please- let me watch that." Vex grins. ".. I mean, sure. Should be fine." Another shrug. "Eh, all captives sleep on the floor. And misbehaving Distrusted." She gestures at herself.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Gladly, if he has the misfortune to cross me." She smirks, but it falls. "…At least sleep on a rug. Or use a pillow. A blanket? It feels… Wrong, to make you sleep on the floor, even if it's what you're used to. I dread to think how they've made you live…"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Or survive, should say. That certainly isn't living."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Well, you're not -making- me.. But I can try." Vex shuffles back on the bench and tugs her legs up, folding them somewhat underneath her and resting her elbows on her knees. "Like a slave, then a slaver.. And then enslaved slaver." Her lips pull into a thin line. "I never joined them willingly, but there was a brief point where they simply tried to let me 'get used' to being marked. Realising that I was never going to, it was back to being treated like absolute shit." She rocks back and forth, humming quietly. “.. The Keeper and Midlander from yestersun. They.. were my tracker and fetcher. Whenever I tried to run away, they would hunt me down and haul me back.. Hence the Midlander has shot me so many times. He -tried- to be.. nicer, sometimes.. But he also accompanied Ariq when they first found me so I always held him equally as accountable for that sun.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…When they kiilled your sister. I… Remember you telling me." Her gaze averts, brow furrowing at the mere thought of it. "…I suppose Sayuri's plight struck a chord with you for more than one reason. I am glad you finally got to impart your own revenge… And i'm sorry for depriving you of the other half of it." Her head dips an ilm. "…I wager no matter where you end up, you will want to hunt and kill Ariq. Yes?"

...I intend to help her. I know... It isn't my fight. Not for the same reasons, but i feel the same obligation. Vex helped me. Now... I helped her. It should end there. But it doesn't. It won't. ...Perhaps it's because of her involvement with Sayuri, or because i don't feel like i've properly repaid my debt, i don't know. ...I'll talk to Sayuri about it.

S'vexrha Tchuma pauses, ears drooping - she nods. ".. Ariq did the blow. Or blows, fucker couldn't settle for one." Her expression sours, just a touch, a flicker of a flame curling over her shoulders before fading into nothingness. ".. I know what it's like to be Grym's punching bag, and I hated to see it happen to her, knowing she had already gone through it before.. And you know, enjoyed pissing off Grym by depriving him the one thing he wanted the most in this world. Despite the bloody thrashing he gave me immediately afterwards when it was confirmed they had gotten away.” She shrugs. “.. Eh, got to fuck up Gala’ra, good enough. Burwenna was a massive bitch but I’m not all too upset about not getting to kill her.” Her gaze settles atop of Bexy once more, tilting her head. “.. Yeah. That’s.. One kill I absolutely want.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Despite all the cruelty, you still have sympathy. It's admirable. Most would have gotten blind and bitter, very quickly." Quietly, she seems to mull something over, glancing aside. "…I know this isn't over. Not for you, not for Sayuri… And by extension, not for me, either. She… Made mention of wanting to come talk to you…"

Had i have lived Vex's life, i dread to think where i might be. Dead. A slaver? Bitter beyond all recognition?

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Well, I was a kid. Most of that time I was just.. scared. Then Grym decided my fate was to be a slaver, got marked, silenced.. given a weapon and the instruction to learn it. At some point I stopped being afraid, but wanted it all to end.. That's when I started living up to my name, just pissing them off at any point I could." A deeper exhale leaves her, one brow lofting. ".. I'm gonna be honest with you. I don't think it'll be over for Sayuri until Grym is dead and buried, or dumped in some ditch.” Her fingers slowly drum against her own leg. “.. Well, it’s not my house but.. She’s free to, if she wants.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…You wanted an escape. You didn't care much for how you found it…" A small sigh is exhaled through her nose. "…That cliff. You were serious about jumping, weren't you?"

S'vexrha Tchuma's head sinks into a nod. ".. Rather die than go back."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I'm glad you're not dead, Vex. There's a good many awful people in this world, and… I can't claim to be a good person, with all the blood i've spilled. But there are good people, surely."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. You tore through a bunch of awful people to save your sister, how are you -not- a good person?" Vex lofts her brow. ".. Does the amount of blood spilled define if someone is a good or a bad person, rather than the reason behind it?" Her lips tug downwards. "Plenty of Grym's lot have done minimal damage to people and they're still wandering trash heaps."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I---…" She trails, glancing aside, brow knit. Vex's words keep her quiet for a long while, before she looks up, and back. "…I… I don't know. I've killed so many, Vex. And they're all bad people. Mostly. Even if just a little bit. I often tell myself i don't have another choice, but maybe i just never considered it…" She trails, catching herself and dismissing her own words with a waft of her hand. "…The slavers deserved it, each and every one. Suppose… I am a good person. To… Some people…"

A... Good person. People have told me before. That i am. Mostly i humor them and nod to save the arguement. I've killed hundreds. Some of them, i even enjoyed killing. ...I'm not a good person. ...Am i? Even if the people i killed surely deserved it... ... ...Am i truly closer to redemption than i first thought?

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Sometimes, they don't give you another choice. Even if you try to find one. I may not have known you particularly long, but -everyone- of the slavers you've killed -deserved- it. The only one who wouldn't have was the one woman you let go when she was running away from them." Vex's brows furrow. "Hells, you came back for -me-. A bad person would've just said 'fuck it' once they had what they wanted, but you didn’t. You returned, and have freed me from the Hell I’ve lived in practically my entire life."

Bexy Amalaryssia sits in the quiet. She doesn't have a response for that. Not a verbal one, in any case; her expression holding uncertainty, and an eventual nod. "…I'm a woman of my word. I don't break my promises. I don't lie to the people i care about. I would do unspeakable things for them, but…" Another sigh, cutting herself off. She opts to change the subject. "…Was there anything you wanted to know?"

S'vexrha Tchuma pauses, one ear flattening while the other flickers upright. "..I-.." Her brows furrow. ".. I.. am free to go outside, yes?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Of course. The door is always unlocked. The Karahli are outside, but mostly just going about their business, and keeping an eye on the house. No one will stop you should you wish to leave, and you will be welcome should you wish to return."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. If I do go out.. When do I have to be back?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Whenever you want. Vex… I helped free you, but i don't control you. Just… Think of me as a…. Friend. If you want to."

S'vexrha Tchuma offered a slow blink, followed by a small nod. ".. Friend." She echoes. ".. I don't know how to be a friend." Her gaze lowers to the table, along with her previously perked ear. ".. I don't know how to do anything, really. Other than fight and set shit on fire, I guess."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Vex…" Bexy trails, then. "…How old are you?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Eighteen." She pauses. "..Nineteen the last moon of this cycle."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…When i was your age, i knew how to do less. I knew how to survive. Kill if i needed to. I didn't know how to make friends, nor did i want any; and i trusted no-one. Being a friend is no single thing… I learned it with time. You will, too."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. I rejected the last person I met who offered to be my friend. Knew he'd get hurt if Grym's bundle of fuckwits got wind of him, figured it was best to just.. not have any." She rocks slowly, exhaling a steady breath.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…That was then. We've seen what happens when 'Grym's bundle of fuckwits' gets a little too close to me, hm?" Her smile softens, though she glances away. "…Even if it's not friendship you want… We have the same goal. We can be allies, if nothing else."

S'vexrha Tchuma: "They don't get close to anything else afterwards unless it's the fucking ground." She snorts with amusement, letting her gaze lift up to Bexy anew. ".. I think.. having a friend would be.. nice." She pauses. ".. At least you know why I'll probably suck as one initially."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Well, you've gotten my sister and her fiance back from that bastard's clutches. We've fought together. Had lunch together, and a nice conversation. Even a sleepover, of sorts. You're doing better than you think." Bexy muses, lips curling in a faint smile.

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. If you say so, I'll believe it." Vex offers a weak smile.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…It'll come to you." Bexy agrees, moving to her feet. "…How do you feel about a walk? I know we… Sort of rushed in here, yestersun. I can at least show you the surroundings, and general directions?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "… To be fair, we -were- bleeding." She flashes a small smile. ".. A walk would be nice. See something that isn't -desert-."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Were. We're not anymore." She grins. "There's a lot of nice places. Peaceful. And… It's safe enough, but you never know. Grab your scythe?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. I saw enough trees to know if I used my fire I might start a forest fire, it'd be best to bring it." Vex unfurls her legs to let her feet drop to the floor before she stands up, and moves towards the stairs.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…In Karahli territory? …Absolutely." Bexy nods, awaiting her at the door, which she'd surely leave through when Vex rejoined her.

...A walk. Wounded though we were, i felt i could do with one, even to clear my head. I've a lot to think of, surely enough... But sometimes, such walks are all the better for company.

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