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plazmafields · 1 month

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Oh boy you better get your asses ready because I just beat the game again on 2.1+ and I think it actually has interesting implications for Kerry’s romance. SPOILERS FOR THE SUN ENDING SPECIFICALLY!

Like many other players, I got the Sun ending the first time I played, and (other than when I’m roleplaying a new type of character) it’s the ending I always go for and consider canon for my main oc Vesper. Over on the subreddit(s), people seem to view this ending as definitely 100% implying that V finds a cure and lives to see old age. While of course I would love my character to live a long and happy life, I don’t think that’s the case. V free floats off into space toward a several trillion dollar heavily guarded spacecraft filled with the most elite of the elite. That job was a suicide mission, and I interpreted this ending as V going out with a bang so they could finally, actually become a real Night City legend.

I believe Kerry knows this. When he calls you during the credits, Kerry asks you in a casual tone to buy some olives on your way back, then his voice gets soft and he goes, “Actually, you know what, forget it. I’ll buy them myself.” He does this backtracking in conversation several times during his romance, and I always read it as him being uncomfortable talking about his feelings. He stops himself from apologizing to V during A Like Supreme: Kerry gives V the gun he tried to shoot Johnny with, V reminding him that he was actually aiming the gun at V’s head. Kerry says “yeah…” in an apologetic tone and then starts saying “And earlier when–” then stops himself and says “nevermind.” Kerry also does this during Boat Drinks. He starts by saying “You shake things up, V. Make me feel…” trails off for a second, then stutters before saying “uh, I mean.” It sounds like he has a habit of stopping himself when he starts to feel he’s being too vulnerable.

Now, during the Sun epilogue, Kerry doesn’t hesitate when he tell’s V “I don’t want to lose you.” This would normally be a very vulnerable thing to say, and Kerry’s shown that he always backtracks in moments such as these. He even goes so far as to repeat it and make direct eye contact as he says it again. This makes it seem like maybe he’s done some emotional growing and is now more comfortable talking about his feelings, specifically with V. So, if that were the case, why does he restart the habit of backtracking in the credits call? He doesn’t backtrack during the emotional part, when he tells V he wants them to spend more time together and try to be less busy for one another. He only corrects himself when he talks about V coming back. Because he knows V isn't coming back. Even before that, right before V gets on the flying Delamain to head to the Afterlife, he says “Take care of yourself.” to Kerry, which feels very final, like he doesn’t think he’ll see Kerry again.

With all the other romances, saying goodbye in the mansion makes perfect sense. Panam is leaving with the Aldecaldos, Judy is leaving Night City for good, and River expresses that he feels their relationship doesn't feel equal. The conversation V has with Kerry feels very much like any of their other conversations throughout the game: Kerry talks about his stuff, then once he’s gotten it out of his system, asks how V is doing. But with some notable, very subtle changes.

Kerry is always excited to talk about himself, and rarely asks much about V unless he’s making sure V isn’t already dead. The text that actually sparked me wanting to put these thoughts to paper is the one where Kerry takes a personality quiz and it labels him as a narcissist. He’s self absorbed, sure, but he doesn't have the psychiatric disorder Narcissism as far as I’m convinced. Whichever reply you send, his responses are pretty funny. However, getting that text reminded me that the first time I played Cyberpunk I really wasn’t all that into Kerry as a character, and definitely not as a romance option.

So, the conversation you have in V’s mansion in the Sun ending is actually much more V focused than previous interactions with Kerry. When Kerry asks if you’re alright, even if you say everything’s fine, he still insists that he’s there for V and willing to talk, cuddle, fuck, whatever V needs. This is in stark contrast to when you call Kerry on the rooftop before picking your ending. During that call, he definitely notices something is off with V and asks if he’s ok, but doesn’t press any further when V says he’s fine. His dialog in the Sun ending is strangely caring for Kerry, who otherwise always seemed like V was more of a convenient side-piece with whom he shared a mutual friend. Obviously, as I’ve played the game more and considered Kerry’s quests and dialog options from different angles, I really like him as a character and see much more of his depth than I did on my first playthrough.

Now here’s why playing the game on version 2.1+ is important: 2.1 added dates with your romance options to the game (the “I really want to stay at your house” repeatable quest). If you were to consider the new texts, dialog, and gift responses from the perspective of any of the other endings, Kerry’s replies sound somewhat out of character. The phrasing, the word choice, the tone is all Kerry, but the sentiment is decidedly not so. “I really like you, V. Thought I should remind you.” after the first time he goes over to V’s. His response to getting the flowers or car, he’s almost too complimentary; I feel like Kerry would mention everything wrong with the gift first, then admit that he actually likes it, but still find a way to show his appreciation without saying the words “thank you, V.”

However, if you put everything added in 2.1 into the context of the Sun ending, it starts to feel like Kerry is growing as a person. That’s what his whole quest string was about, sure, but you don’t see him put any of those personal changes into practice after Boat Drinks (mostly because all the romance options just stop leaving their houses once you reach the end of their questlines). So the sweet, appreciative texts after dates and gifts, leading into the way he’s much more focused on V and their relationship during the Sun ending, It actually feels like a natural growth for his character. It’s like the dates, the gifts, the cute little replies, are all the beginning stages of him becoming a much more attentive partner in the Sun ending. Kerry even says himself, before V gets on the Delamain, that their relationship has changed his outlook on life and helped him reprioritize things. The 2.1 additions actually make it feel like we watched that journey begin for him, instead of it just being told to us after a time skip.

#maybe im making connections that arent there #but honestly it makes me like kerry even more #i think about this man too much #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk #cbp 2077 #cyberpunk kerry #kerry x v #v x kerry

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tamariasykes-art · 6 months

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Random Vesper Sexuality Headcanons

V.I Freud: He distinguishes between two types of people. Bad pilots and good pilots. If someone is part of the latter group then the changes for them to catch Freud's interest are still low unless they actually manage to give him a interesting fight. Once someone does catch his interest tho, they better run because he isn't going to let them go anytime soon. He also has an on and off relationship with Snail.

V.II Snail: He is bi as in bitter old men. In his younger years he actually had a few relationship but none of them lasted too long due to him prioritizing his work more and more. Sometimes if he is frustrated enough he gets freaky with Freud, but that is the barest minimum of human contact he can handle.

V.III O'Keeffe: He was in a close relationship with Middle Flatwell when the latter was still working for Schneider. It has been years since they went their separated ways but for O'Keeffe, there is no that makes him feel like Flatwell made him feel. No one else can fill the void in his heart. (He is not over him)

V.IV Rusty: Rusty always loves 621/ Raven. No matter in what time, not matter their gender, not matter what they look like, one thing always stays the same; Rusty adores 621.

V.V Hawkins: He doesn't have a set preference. What he cares about in a partner is a kind heart and mutual understanding. Since he became the leader of the Vespers fifth squad, most of his time has been consumed by work and he hasn't had a chance to meet people. Luckily, one of his fellow vespers would be all to happy to help him relief some of his frustrations.

V.VI Maeterlinck: She takes her work very seriously and believes a relationship would be nothing but a distraction. You wonder whether or not she is likes men or woman? She's wondering why you would waste her time with such a pointless inquiry.

V.VII Swinburne: Similarly to Maeterlinck, he doesn't bother with such trivial things as 'relationships'. And even if he tried, he would probably drive away any possible partner with his attitude. After his re-education however he gets weak in the knees as soon as someone is even remotely nice to him.

V.VIII Pater: He likes men. Especially if they are older than him. And his superior. And hard to get. He also has been spending a lot of times with V.V Hawkins lately.

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waltwhitmansbeard · 7 months

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Perc'ahlia Week Day 2: Darkness/Legacy

day 2 of @percahliaweek! ngl this one got away from me. also available on ao3!

BOOM.

Percy jolts upright, eyes straining in the darkness. Only by the sliver of moonlight peering through the heavy drapes is he able to see Vex beside him, shoving herself up from her own pillow. "Was that—"

"A gunshot." Saying the word out loud kicks something inside Percy into gear, and he twists around to fumble for his glasses on the nightstand.

"Oh gods." Vex throws back the covers. "The kids."

They hurl themselves out of bed, hurtle toward the door, Vex pausing only to snatch her dressing gown from where she'd hung it on one of the bed's posters. Still, she's faster than he is, doesn't have the aging knees that he has. Without discussing it, they split up once they reach the wing of the castle that houses the children's bedrooms. Percy gets to Danny's room first, and when he creaks the door open, the low lights from the hall sconces light up the riot of curls on his pillow. He closes the door just in time for the one next door to open.

"Dad?" Vesper rubs at her eyes, her hair braided over one shoulder exactly the way her mother taught her.

"Go back into your room."

"Did I hear a gunshot?"

Before Percy can answer, Vex is there, her face drawn. "Gwen's fine, but the twins' rooms are empty."

The shadows pull long as her words settle onto his shoulders like a mantle. The twins are gone. There was a gunshot. Percy can feel each and every heartbeat in his throat. Vesper's face is pale as her hair. Percy tries to regulate the tremble in his hand as he grips onto his eldest's shoulder, but he's sure she can feel it when he says, "Please stay here and keep an eye on them." He watches the resolve harden in her eye, her spine every inch her mother's. She nods.

They can hear them now, the roused guards within and without, but they simply cannot wait. Percy and Vex tear back to their bedroom, each yanking on boots and grabbing the weapon that, even all these years later, is never far from hand. They must pass three dozen guards before they make it to the grand foyer, where Captain Leore is waiting for them. "Lord and Lady de Rolo, scouts report the gunshot came from the Parchwood on the western edge of the castle grounds."

"Search the castle from top to bottom for the twins," Vex commands, her voice a godly echo among the marble. "They're unaccounted for. We're joining the hunt outside."

There is no argument, not when the Lady of Whitestone speaks. The captain ducks his head in a bow and is off, instructing the surrounding guards to begin the tossing of Castle Whitestone. Percy shares one more look with his wife—he is equal parts terrified and admiring, and he hopes she can tell them apart—before they shove out together onto the sprawling blue-black lawns of the castle grounds.

The moon is waning, hardly brighter than the surrounding stars, so they charge forward in inky darkness. She can see better than he can, of course, so he lets her take the lead. She's also far more intimately familiar with these woods at this point, spending so much time with the Grey Hunt as she does, so when they reach the treeline and what little light they had is swallowed wholly by the thick canopy above, he relies on the sound of her footsteps over the leaf litter to figure out where she's going.

It's torturous, this hunt, when Percy can see nothing and has no idea what he's hunting. He should have stayed inside, should be helping search for his missing children, but he knows, he knows they're not in there, the way he knows the weapon in his hand, the way he knows the woman in front of him, and so he inches forward, waiting, hoping for—

"Don't move!" Vex's sharp command is punctuated by the familiar creak of her bow being raised, and Percy whips his own pistol into the air, even though he has no clue what to aim for. There's a distant crunch of footsteps, one, then another, and then a small, "Mum?"

"Wolfe!" And then Vex is running, and Percy is lost. He tries to stumble after her, but she's too quick, too consumed with asking their son a thousand questions at once. "Are you hurt? What are you doing here? Did you hear the gunshot? Where is your sister?"

"Vex'ahlia." Percy hates that he has to ask, but he is blind.

Vex sniffs. "Right, sorry darling." There's some fumbling, and then Vex, more at home in the woods than he think she'll ever be in a castle, lifts up the small torch she's made of fallen twigs.

She's standing just a few yards away, next to Wolfe, who is dressed in dark clothes and who, Percy can see now, has blood on his hands. His stomach swoops low, a high buzz of panic in his ear. He charges forward, grabs Wolfe by the arm. "Where is your sister?"

The boy—for gods' sake, he is just a boy, a kid, scarcely out of leading strings—swallows hard, then whispers, "There was an accident." Before Percy can pass out, Wolfe continues, "Follow me."

Then he spins, breaking out of Percy's grasp—just a boy, but then, Percy is no longer young himself—and charging deeper into the Parchwood. Percy can't even look at Vex as they follow, can't see the terror in her eyes that courses through his own veins. There was an accident. Is this fate, then? An accident, one twin ripped from the other, a lifetime of absence, a limb severed—

"Le, I found them!" Wolfe crashes to the forest floor behind a massive oak, and Percy and Vex come around, hearts racing and breath short, to see their daughter slumped against the roots, her wild dark curls matted and filled with debris, both hands clutching her side. Beside her, one of the Rifle Corps' weapons glints threateningly in the light from Vex's torch.

"Holy shit!" Percy barely has the wherewithal to catch the torch that Vex launches at him as she collapses to Leona's side. He watches blood gurgle up between Leona's fingers, her face pale and expression weak. "Darling, look at me."

"Hey, Mum," Leona says with a halfhearted smile. "Funny seeing you here."

"It's alright, dear, I've got you." Vex gently pries Leona's hands away, humming apologetically when she hisses in pain, and then settles her own fingers over the wound. Within a few seconds, Vex's magic works its way into her skin, the edges stitching themselves back together.

Leona lets out a big sigh, her eyes sliding shut. "That...that helps."

Vex's arms snatch Leona up, clutching her to her chest. "You scared the shit out of us, both of you."

Wolfe starts to stammer, an apology, an explanation, Percy's not sure, but he doesn't get the chance to say anything, because Percy grabs him by the collar and shoves him mercilessly against a nearby tree. "Are you fucking proud of yourself?"

"D-Dad, I—"

Percy brings the torch close to his face, so the heat makes sweat bead along his brow, so he can see the fear and shame in his eyes. "Where did you get it?" Wolfe's completely blanched, his mouth gaping like a fish's. "Answer me!"

"I took it!"

The torch light dances as Percy's hand shakes. "Percival..." Vex's warning does little to pacify him. "And what, just decided to shoot your sister?"

"Dad, it was my fault." From behind him, Percy can hear Leona try to straighten up, but Vex fusses to press her back down. "I tried to take it from him, it's my fault we were tugging over it—"

"I just wanted to try it out, I swear I didn't mean to do anything, I was gonna put it back in the morning—"

Wolfe is fully sobbing now, and he should be. A few inches in, and there is a new de Rolo to add to the crypt beneath Castle Whitestone. A few inches in, and Wolfe lives the rest of his life knowing the exquisite agony that his mother will carry with her to her grave.

He tightens his fingers in Wolfe's shirt. He wants to explode, to set the Parchwood ablaze, to search each and every square inch of Exandria until he has recovered the last of the evil he has wrought upon this world. His daughter almost died tonight, at the hands of her brother, with one of the weapons that Percy himself built.

"This is my fault." He lets go of Wolfe, who shrinks down against the tree trunk, his dark eyes, his mother's eyes, wet and wide. "This is my legacy. Both of you." He turns to look at Leona, who's crying now as well, before looking down at the gun on the ground, so silent and still. "That too. I thought maybe I could pick and choose. If I brought enough good into this world, I could eclipse all the bad I created." He steps away from Wolfe to pick up the gun, quickly spilling all of its remaining ammunition onto the forest floor before tucking it into the pocket of his pajama trousers. "We can discuss the ways your lives will be miserable for the foreseeable future in the morning. For now..." He shoves the torch at Wolfe, who scrambles to take it. "Come on, let's get home."

He's still trembling as he and Vex lift Leona to her feet. The wound is healed, but she's still sore. She's too big for Percy to carry now, or maybe he's too old, but either way, she has to walk with one arm around each of her parents' necks, and it is a slow, limping walk back toward the castle.

Wolfe leads the way, lighting the path so Percy can see where he's going. When there's a bit of space between them, Leona turns her head to whisper, "It really was an accident, Daddy. It's no one's fault."

He offers her what smile he can, because she, too, is just a kid, and she doesn't know that she's wrong. There is so much fault, so much blame to go around, but it is late, and it can wait until later.

"Don't worry about it now, cub." He kisses her cheek. "I'm just...very happy you're okay."

"Me too."

He tightens his arm around her, feels the even in-and-out of her lungs, and prays to whichever god is listening that the lights of his life are never snuffed out by his legacy of darkness.

#percahliaweek #percahliaweek23 #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #my fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia fic #perc'ahlia week

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dragons-bones · 8 months

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FFXIV Write Entry #12: Right Under Their Noses

Prompt: dowdy || Master Post || On AO3

A pair of Crystal Braves in bright blue walked just behind her and it took all her years of experience plying the Ul’dahn courts not to tense or flatten her ears and give herself and her guard away. F’lhaminn continued to examine the hair combs on display, until Coultenet discretely tapped her elbow. All clear.

She didn’t immediately move away; that would draw attention. Instead, she picked out a pretty sterling comb with moonstones, handed over the gil to the merchant, and turned to meander towards the docks, Coultenet at her heels. As they walked, she idly swept short hair out of her face and into a bun, cinching it place with her new comb.

For all that the Braves had ambushed them on their way to the ferry to Limsa Lominsa, these ones seemed woefully inept at relocating their targets. A disgrace, honestly, that such flimsy disguises were working so well.

The Scions still had friends in Vesper Bay, and while the old Waking Sands building was being swarmed by the Braves—Urianger could handle himself, especially after making fools of the Garlean Frumentarii agents chasing him five years ago—F’lhaminn and her escorts had been waved into the back room of a tailor shop. “There’s a Hannish trader down at pier seven,” the tailor, Reuben, had muttered to them, “under Captain Mhasalkar, they’re due to leave in two bells.”

Hoary Boulder had stripped out of his armor and donned the loose tunic and trousers better befitting one of the Vesper dockworkers. He had slipped out to make contact with Captain Mhasalkar while F’lhaminn tried to raise anyone on the Scion linkshell. No luck, besides Tataru.

She tried not to worry. Minfilia, the Warriors of Light, and the Archons could take care of themselves.

Hoary Boulder thankfully had returned with success, and he took his and Coultenet’s bundled armor and robes and staff and headed back to the pier ahead of them. After waiting ten minutes, F’lhaminn and Coultenet—the latter dressed in the style of a Lominsan swashbuckler, Hoary Boulder’s sword at his hip—had followed, keeping their pace unhurried.

F’lhaminn had long known how fashion could shape perception. As the Songstress of Ul’dah, her clothing was meant to delight and tantalize, but not scandalize; in the years after the Calamity, no one looked twice at a bespectacled white-haired woman in a no-fuss dress and apron, assuming they walked by someone’s grandmother and not a lady who wasn’t even forty. She utilized similar now: her spectacles still in place, her cheek markings covered by a layer of foundation, and her practical pink dress replaced by purple and lilac robes. It was one of the fashions that Reuben had only just acquired from Captain Mhasalkar, not quite so alien a design that it would attract notice, but the cut different enough to lend credence to the mirage of a foreign lady exploring Vesper Bay and the cloth fine enough to hint at comfortable wealth.

Reuben had refused F’lhaminn’s payment before he saw her and Coultenet out the door. He was going to be furious when he found the coin purse she managed to slip into his pocket during their farewells.

Finally, pier seven and Captain Mhasalkar’s Pearl of the Bounty came into view. Hoary Boulder was discretely loitering at the base of the gangplank, fiddling with the rope on a stack of crates lashed together. His gaze flicked towards her and Coultenet briefly, but made no other movement as another pair of Crystal Braves stalked down the pier from the opposite direction.

F’lhaminn and Coultenet did not pause, instead continuing on their way towards their escape. She adopted a bored expression, and a quick glance told her that Coultenet was doing an outstanding job of prowling just a step behind like a real sellsword guard.

This set of Braves walked by them without a glance, too, and F’lhaminn’s ears flicked as she caught one say, “How do you lose a roegadyn and an elezen in a crowd, anyway?”

It took all of her willpower not to snort.

Captain Mhasalkar met them as F’lhaminn and Hoary Boulder and Coultenet ascended the gangplank. She was an older Raen, scales yellowing with age, but her eyes were clear as she shook hands with F’lhaminn. “My apologies that we could not meet under better circumstances, madam,” she said, her Hannish accent a balm after the tension of the last few bells. “We’ll be underway shortly, and once safely out of the reach of these knaves, we can discuss further details in seeing you settled in Radz-at-Han.”

“We are much appreciated, Captain,” F’lhaminn said, her smile genuine.

She only hoped the others had been as successful in their escape.

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essayofthoughts · 5 months

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For the DVD commentary ask game; hey Essay what the *fuck*

[Aka: Tiefling AU recounting of the de Rolos' deaths]

(He sees: his father, bruised and bloodied, clothes torn to rags, fingers broken and twisted in unnatural ways, sees him wheezing and wheezing and going still.)

(He sees: his mother, a crossbow quarrel in her shoulder, no armour to protect her, her glasses smashed, all her ferocious protectiveness turned useless by restraints as they forced her to watch-)

(He sees: Julius, choked, held by the throat by the man he’d just run through, Sylas Briarwood, smiling, sneering, tossing his brother down into the cells-

(He sees: Vesper, beloved older sister, spellbook torn from her hands as she tried to get enough space to cast something, anything, fleeing to the highest tower and only finding freedom by being thrown from it.)

(He sees: Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig, Oliver’s ribs cracking and cracked, Whitney’s fingernails torn ragged, torn out, Ludwig’s teeth ripped free to leave bleeding gums.) (He sees Cassandra, the last one left, at his cell, picking the lock, pulling him free.)

So, I'll admit that some of this is stuff I tend to hold to across fics - traits of Percy's siblings and ways that Ripley hurt them, but it's also that...

Trauma is messy and it messes with your memory. I highly doubt Percy remembers the whole of what was done to him and his family - too painful, too awful, too viscerally horrible - but he, like anyone, can remember fragments of it. Bits and pieces and not the whole and it's both better (less painful) and worse (surely he owes it to them to remember the whole of it?). It also means I can narrate it like this - like a fragmented flashback, because most flashbacks aren't solely visual and can be incoherent. They are often emotional or aural or based on a smell or a fleeting sound or wrong touch, and I wanted to invoke that broken incoherency in how Percy recalls things.

It also makes it more impactful for a reader. I can't write Ripley's detached torture of the de Rolos, not like @officialtrashbin can (and has for their Vampire Percy fic The Suffering of Night; it's great, go read it if you haven't), and if I just described every piece of harm she wrought on them then that'd just become gorn and no one wants gorn. Further, by describing all of it, it becomes both overwhelming (gorn) but also disallows any space for the reader's own imagination, which can be even more effective at building horror, and by limiting it to small things with some basis in things people might have familiarity with, it brings it viscerally home to the reader. I talk about Whitney's fingernails torn ragged and then torn out - we've all had a hangnail! Some people have had nails torn off in accidents. I say "Ludwig's teeth ripped free to leave bleeding gums" and anyone who's had to have a tooth removed knows what that yawning gap can look like, and everyone knows what it's like at the dentists, having to hold your mouth open - there's little parts of it that most people will have some familiarity with and which give them a basis to imagine it from: it becomes verisimilitudinous that way. I hope.

A few of these things are also headcanons I've built out more recently or ones I chose specifically to hurt you, Blorb. Johanna having glasses I decided because I think if Percy has more tangible habits and traits from his father, I'd like him to have his bad eyesight from his mother, just to balance it. I'd decided Julius was protective of his siblings long ago as the eldest; the idea of him trying to fight back but being unable because Sylas Briarwood came naturally from that. Vesper however... Vesper was specifically because this AU is for you.

I know you remember and hold to the idea of Vesper being thrown from a tower, and I've had a headcanon of her dabbling in spells for a while; it felt fitting to combine those for a smidge of extra pain here, Vesper trying to get enough space to safely cast something, anything, and being given only a twisted version of freedom, thrown from a tower, unable to cast Featherfall or Fly.

That one was specifically put there for you.

Send me ~500 words from a fanfic I've written and I'll give DVD Commentary-esque explanation of why I wrote it like that

#fic things #tiefling percy au #tiefling au #blorbologist #ask #ask game

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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Hi hun I figured I'd send this over if you're not busy and see what you thought! I'm sure I'll post officially but I've still got a lot of works to transfer first and got too excited!

I got inspired by your Human Kink stuff and Riff's request so this is super self-indulgent but I still hope you enjoy it!

I don't have a lot of experience so I thought you'd be the best person to go to if anything seemed off. I'm still figuring out genders, and classes but this was what I came up with. I'm bi with a male lean and I may go reverse harem style cause I'm weak for those in otome, but also female tieflings are really hot so we’ll see how the wind blows 🤣

My only experience atm is the little of BG3 I've played and Critical Role, where I'm currently up to Campaign 1, Episode 19 so I looked up a lot and hope it's accurate. Unrelated, but every time I think of Drow I can't help but picture Aaravos from The Dragon Prince. Not technically a Drow but he's that world's version of a kind of dark elf if I'm remembering right. His deep, sultry voice does not help. Come to think of it, he was probably the one who made me realize I had a thing for Elves even before BG3 came out. 😅

Tried to put a gif here but the ask broke both times I've tried to and this is now my 3rd time reformatting 😭 If you look him up you'll see what I mean and why he reminds me of the way you portray Drow- very smirky arrogant, similar appearance and such!

Human Kink DND Party

Human Bard

Nadton Aleanmtor(“Cunning/Darkness” Male Drow Rouge)

Ivelran Galamaer (“Starwhispher” Eladrin) Wizard

Eya (“Pandaemonium” Tiefling) Fighter

Hookt(real Changeling name) Vesper (fake Human name) Artificer

Valtir (Aasimar Cleric)

“You shouldn't have that; give it back!”

Your pulse rabbited against his hand and the Drow laughed, cooing into your ear, relishing the way you shivered. You looked so pretty like this. He had his hand around your fragile throat, holding you steady against the tree while he whispered into your ear from behind.

“Shh shh shh, little Human. You don't want the rest of the camp to hear, now do you? Think of what would happen if they found out~”

You freeze, biting back a whimper.

“You read it? That was private-”

“Should've done a better job of hiding it then. Under your mattress, little Human? You couldn't even string together a simple invisibility charm? Clearly it didn't matter much to you if I saw.”

He felt the way you swallowed and his grin turned to a knowing smirk.

“Don't you worry. It'll be our little secret, for now. I rather like the idea of being able to make you whine and squeal for me and me alone with such a pathetic little weakness.”

He hissed on the word pathetic and chuckled at the way you twitched and squeaked at his breath on your ear.

“What's wrong, Human? Too ticklish for your own good?”

You were already giggly from anticipation.

“Please dohohon't say it!”

He cooed in mock sympathy, and the fingers around your neck began to tap, making you try to pull his hand away. His grip held firm however and you gasped as his other hand pinched at your side, rushing to grab his other wrist for all the good it did you.

“How precious you are like this. You whined and complained oh so often about wanting to be treated as an equal- but that was all a farce, wasn't it? You truly wanted to be here, to be teased and tormented into submission by someone greater than you.”

That annoyed you, and you opened your mouth to snap at him, swallowing back your giggles with difficulty in an attempt to be taken seriously.

“You're wrong; you'll pay for-hnngh!”

You squealed as his left hand wrapped around your side, squeezing ticklishly. His right hand loosened, and he began tracing patterns into your neck.

His voice was raspy with a dark warning.

“Oh I really wouldn't talk back if you know what's good for you dearest. You can, I'd relish the excuse to put you in your place, but I'm afraid you're much too sensitive for such idle threats.”

“You don't have to do this. Please. Just pretend you never found it!”

You squirmed more vehemently and he finally released you, letting you stumble away to glare at him as he sauntered out from behind the tree, stopping momentarily to pick up your diary from the forest floor.

“I could, but why would I? You're so much fun to toy with, and now? I have even more ammunition. I only read the first chapter so to speak, there's so much more fun to be had after all. Why spoil it for myself? Let it never be said I don't even the playing field, even with a Human.”

He tosses your diary in the air and you fumble to catch it, hugging it to your chest as you manage to grasp it with a sigh of relief. When you look up you can't help the way you backup a step instinctually, but otherwise hold your ground, refusing to let your glare waver as he hovered over you.

“Nadton. What do you want now?”

He smirks, crimson irises alight with amusement.

“I just wanted to offer you a piece of advice. Get a stronger lock this time, yes? I do so relish a challenge. I'm looking forward to what other dirty little secrets you've written for me~”

A flash of teeth and his laughter had your face burning in angry embarrassment as he left you, white hair swaying behind him as a breeze blew through.

You didn't plan on giving him access again, perhaps Vesper could create a lock? He could be playful, but you didn't think he'd break your trust and his Artificer knowledge may prove beneficial. Ivelran too, was an option. Despite his currently quiet demeanor, given he was in his Winter season, you trusted him too. He'd never liked Nadton and had strongly disagreed on allowing him to join your party but you felt too bad for him not to- given the shape he'd been in at the time. His pride hadn't allowed him to ask you for help, and he told you to fuck off when he’d caught the concern in your eyes, but you just couldn't leave well enough alone. He may be able to whip up a more magically based protection.

Now? He didn't leave even when you asked him to. He followed you everywhere, and was a ruthless bully. Kept you all alive, though. He'd saved all of your lives on many an occasion. …Even if he only saved you so he could boast about his talents and how dead you'd all be without him there.

You'd just have to prove him wrong, that's all. Let's see how weak he thought you were when he couldn't break the lock, or detect it in the first place! With a determined nod to yourself you headed back to camp for the night, trying to get what little sleep you could.

Hope you've been well and are excited for the New Year! Still fighting off this sickness but I'm heading down to North Carolina to spend time with family early on Friday. Hope this wasn't too cringy, I know it's really self-indugent 🫣

-S

Good food good food

I like how you gave them distinct names and personality. It was really good to read! Thanks for sharing <3

I say go full self indulgence really. All art is cringy by nature. You are writing a story, you have characters, motives, a setting and an end goal. It's as real and as valid as any other story.

Because the self-indulgence part is subjective to the reader really. Someone like me would be over the moon for finding a story like that, i would happily stay up all night to read about the human and their companions.

To other people it depends on their tastes. Every jar has its lid and every story has its target audience, no one can really decide what counts as a story and what doesn't, only the author who wrote it.

People have a tendency to belittle smut writers, to overlook smut or kink based stories as just glorified porn. As if sex is something that lowers the value of art.

They're stuck in their worlds of sterile and sensitised arts, where everything has to be clean or only have majorly liked kinks but "oh never actually call them kinks because we are normal you see, unlike the other non-normal people with their weird niche interests."

Because even critically claimed stories do have hints of their creators' kinks or interest, it just flies over most people's heads. Or it's so widely spread that people forget it's even a kink anymore cough softcore-hetro bdsm cough.

On the opposite side, children media also gets belittled for not having things like kissing or cursing or sex, as if those things give meaning to art and without them the art is for babies and shouldn't be consumed since it has no mature themes.

It's really hypocritical, isn't it? They don't want too much sexual content or niche kinks because then it's a porno, but if there is none at all, then it's considered immature. It's completely subjective yet they think they get to decide what belongs in art and what doesn't. As if even the smallest of things can't be art like the way electrons orbit a nucleus isn't art.

Because smut and sex is just...sex. it doesn't have a higher or lower meaning. Your story doesn't benefit from having it, and it doesn't suffer from the lack of it.

It's a tool like any other you can use in your story.

Think of it as eating a cake, maybe some authors will use it as a metaphor for something else, a power play maybe.

While other authors include it because they genuinely like cake and want to write a story about the different cakes their characters get to eat.

Some authors don't like cake at all themselves, but still write or read about their characters eating cake because they find it interesting or would like to explore it in a setting away from themselves.

Some do like cake but never put it in their works. Maybe they just rather their characters eat pizza or clean a kitchen or move the plot along rather than eat cake. Even if the author can be someone who is very open about their love for cake, doesn't mean their story has to have it.

And there are ones who don't like cake and don't write about it.

There are also ones who know cake is not appropriate for their demographic or customers. Maybe it's based on cultural differences or maybe because their demographic is too young and shouldn't be reading about eating it yet.

So, really, please don't think less of your story because it's based on a kink, so many works are, it's just not mentioned in public. If you don't want to tag it as such, then it's fine, but I think forcing people to acknowledge its true nature will make them have a new look on stories.

Also it filters out any reader who holds these ideas from reading your work. Even tho I mostly post light themed works, i still keep dark content in my bio because I don't want people who abhor or look down on these things to read my works.

#♡human kink #♡human reader #♡anonswriting #♡-S #♡writing

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xxmyhomexx · 7 months

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W: TIME CATCHER: Worth

I haven't playes the story, but I've watched other people play it, and Shen intrigues me. I have a thing for an age-gap, grumpy rugged looking men whose hearts can be tamed, and...BOOM! Idea!

This has no connection to the game. Warning: intended for older readers!

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The party was in full swing as Nova and her friends celebrated their victory against the Church. The ban and restrictions for Others had been lifted, allowing magic-users and other supernatural beings to live in harmony. Nova cheered with her loved ones as they took sips of champagne, toasting to a new day where they no longer had to hide their identities or their powers.

"Cheers to new beginnings," Vesper proclaimes.

"To new life," Nova tossed back her glass.

"TO LIFE!" Onyx laughed, albeit a bit too bubbly from the glassy look in her eye. She yelped when she tripped off the chair she sat around the outdoor fireplace in the moonlight, falling out and landing on her backside. Everyone started to laugh, which caused Onyx to hiss in embarrassement. But when she noticed the gleam in her friends' eyes, she too surrendered to the aroma of happiness.

Lucien and his clan of vampires arrived minutes later, conversing amongst their new allies. An hour or so in, Shen excused himself from Jorge, nodding as he disappeared and walked inside The Nest. Nova, watching him, scratched her chin curiously. Vesper watched her track his moves, smiling in understanding.

"Go to him," she nudged her shoulder. "He wants you to follow."

Nova peered behind her, raising a brow. "And how do you know?"

"Power of Presence, hun." she smirked.

Nova rolled her eyes, getting out of her chair. "Excuse me."

Vesper giggled and wished her a goodnight. Nova tossed her coat over her shoulders, exiting through the building. Her heels clicked against the pavement, golden eyes casting shadows over the people passing her. It was a gorgeous night, but the night would be even better if she could find the warlock that stole her curiosity...and heart.

"Are you looking for me?" A man's deep voice startled her. Turning around, Shen came up right beside her. He had his hands stuffed in his coat pockets, his neutral expression following her eyes.

"Me? Well..." Nova tried to play it cool. "Just...wanted to take a walk."

"After I was gone."

Nova pursed her lips, making him smirk in amusement.

"I was wondering why you left. Jorge said you weren't one for company too long."

"I am," Shen declined. "But I like my quiet time, too."

"So do I," Nova smiled. "Guess we'll have quiet time together."

Shen didn't protest this time, not around her. He walked closer, hovering over her which caused her insides to curl and her legs to shake. Shen was an enigma, but their encounters in the past told her he was feeling the things she did for him. The endless tattoos on his arms, across his chest, and neck lit up. He gently wrapped one arm around her, portaling them away from the city and to somewhere Nova had never been before.

Nova turned her head, looking around the room. It was completely different from her apartment, more dark, open and sparse. The walls were almost bare with a few images here and there, a sofa in the middle of the living room with a small coffee table and TV stand mounted on the wall. She could see the hall which lead to the bathroom and bedroom. It must be Shen's place, she realized. Next to the door, Shen slid his arms through the sleeves of his prized coat, carefully nestling it on a rack before motioning her to join him on the balcony.

"Wow," Nova's gaze settled on him. "This place is so...you."

"I know it isn't much," Shen was honest. "But I don't hold the value of decorating to a high standard like Vesper or Jorge."

"I knew it!" Nova clapped her hands together in a victorious laugh. Shen just scoffed and pulled up a chair for her, walking back inside and calling out what she wanted to drink.

"Water's fine!"

He sat next to her seconds later with two water bottles, handing one to her. As Nova gulped hers down, she noticed the view. While his apartment may have been barren, the view was different. The lights and traffic of the city lit up like a painting, and she smiled big like a child on Christmas. Shen's lips thinned into his own short grin, clearing his throat.

"You can't find a view like this for cheap in the city anymore."

"No," Nova's eyes gazed at his hand. "You can't."

Without thinking, she reached out to touch him, to see how he'd react. Shen tensed when he felt the tips of her fingers over his tatted knuckles, emptying his bottle in a few swigs. Her hands were soft, fingers elegant and painted with glossy polish. She gripped the back with her palm, settling over it. To her surprise, he made no move to jerk away, like he got splashed in the face with acid or someone messed with his jacket.

"Nova..."

How far could she go? Leaning over her chair, she leaned in just as he turned his head toward her, freezing when he noticed her lips. The empty water bottle clattered on the porch, her lips gently molding to his. It was a gentle kiss, soft and sweet. Shen's eyes widened, tattoos pulsing from blue to black. It was as if she were inviting him in, taking the initiative but allowing room for him to make his own choice. His eyes softened to half-lids, allowing it to last a few more seconds until she pulled away. She had a smile on her face, but his look remained impassive.

"Shen..."

"What do you want from me?" He asked.

Nova's grin faded.

"Nova..." Shen sighed. "You are a young lady with a bright future, and I'm a warlock with many hard years on my shoulders, including my age. The things I've seen...what I had to do..."

"Is that supposed to matter to me?" Nova was unfazed. Shen's brows frowned, confusion plastured on his face.

"Your past never scared me away, and look at what we've accomplished. People finally accept us, even though it took a long time! And age is just a number. That's why...I want everything of you. I just-"

"Sssshhh." Shen pressed a tatted finger to her lips, silencing her. He tilted her chin, meeting her gaze. He threaded his fingers through her hair, capturing her lips with his. Nova tensed for a minute from shock, but returned his kiss. They were soft, easing into each other. Shen broke away, taking her hand and lifting her to her feet, escorting her back into the apartment. Their feet carried them to the only bedroom, one with a king sized bed and a lone bookshelf. Flicking his hand, candles on the windowsill and two dressers lit the room in waves of blue.

Nova gasped. "Beautiful..."

Shen turned her back around, cupping her face in his hands, allowing her to kiss him again. When they broke apart, Nova sighed as he gently turned her toward the bed, sliding off her coat until it pooled at their feet. Nova knew where things were going, making her gut turn to stone. Shen's hands trailed up her arms, his nails leaving goosebumps and sending shivers down her spine. Shuddering, she froze when he came upon the straps of her navy blue gown.

"May I?" He leaned in toward her ear.

When she didn't answer, he pressed himself against her.

"Y-yes."

He smirked and lowered one strap down, caressing her shoulder with his lips. Nova lulled her head, feeling his teeth nip a path up to her ear where he gently bit down on her lobe before lowering the other strap, tugging it off. Now that her dress was gone, all she was left in was her underwear. She had kicked off her heels when they started to kiss, and now her heart raced. She turned to him, gulping down her nerves. Hissing, she managed to undo the three belts that held his garments together until he lowered her hands.

"Let me," he noticed she was shaking. "You're shaking."

"I'm...cold."

"Cold?"

He just grinned. He slid his shirt off, followed by his pants. Nova's jaw dropped at his tattoos, the intricate designs captivating her. She wanted to trace their patterns with her fingers. She stepped closer to Shen, placing a hand on his torso, sliding it up slowly. His abs rippled beneath her hand, and Shen grabbed it before it could reach his face. With this, he slid his tongue between her teeth, deeply exploring her mouth as they fell back on the bed.

"Oof!" Nova's back hit the black covers and pillows. She saw Shen staring intently at her, awaiting the show. Nova blushed as she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and throwing it aside. Gulping, she then ridded herself of the rest of her underwear, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Shen then did the same thing, gazing at her with desire.

"S-Shen...I..."

Shen leaned down and grazed his lips along her jawline, nipping just enough to earn him a low moan.

Nova's head perked up as his hands kneaded her breasts, before one moved lower between her thighs. Yelping, she locked her knees together when she felt his fingers dance within. When one entered, another followed, and she covered her mouth, attempting to stifle her cries.

"L-let me...t-touch you, too..."

"No," his voice was firm. "You may not."

Shen then lowered his head toward her breasts, taking turns pleasuring them with his mouth. Nova's body responded in earnest, sensitive to everything he was doing. Removing his fingers, he grazed his thumb across her lips, noticing how plump they were.

"Shen," she begged. "I need you. P-please..."

He kissed her lips, muting her trembling voice. "We'll get there. Just enjoy this."

Nova tangled her fingers in his hair, deepening their kiss. She sucked on his lips, biting and soothing. Shen growled, capturing her bottom lip with his teeth, before shoving his tongue deep in her mouth. French kissing was so tasteful, so erotic and exciting when it was with the one you loved. Pulling away, he kissed along her throat, collar blades, down the sensitive region between her breasts, across her navel with flicks of his tongue and nips of his teeth. Soon, he buried his head in her.

"Agh!" She breathed. Tears flowed from her eyes, the building pleasure stinging, waiting to be released. Soft sobs escaped her lips, unable to cope with it any longer. Her body was beginning to betray her, taking in Shen too much at one time. As he rose up, he saw her tear streaked face.

"Sssshhh..." he soothed. Sniffling, Nova felt the pads of his thumbs wipe her wet eyes before his lips kissed each lid.

"Don't cry, Nova. You're beautiful."

"You...you make me feel beautiful."

Shen smiled, kissing the column of her throat. He excused himself for a moment, slipping on protection.

As she kissed him, Shen jerked his hips forward, causing her to cry out and wrap her arms around him, digging her nails in his back. He stayed like that for a moment, allowing her to get used to it before she pleaded for him to keep going.

"Yes, yes!" She cried as he pulled her on top of him. Now laying on his back, he trailed one hand up her stomach, settling his palm on her navel while balancing her with the other on his hip. His tattooes lit up blue, his eyes turning the same color. Nova's eyes snapped open, yellow light engulfing her. She moaned as he interlaced her fingers with his.

"M-more!" He flipped her on her stomach, this time from behind. Nova could see yellow and blue flowers, connecting to each other as her fingers tightened in his. She looked behind her, moments away from melting.

"Shen...I'm so close..."

"Then let go, my love," he said. "Let go."

When his moves became harsher, she cried out with one final jerk, collapsing on the bed. Shen caught her, one arm around her waist with the other buried in her hair. He kissed the back of her head, sweat beading down his body. The tattoos returned to their normal hue, and Nova heaved against him.

"My God," she panted. "T-that..."

"Nova."

He leaned in, kissing her as they fell in bed together. He pecked at her lips, running a finger down her chin. Nova kissed his palm, their chests gradually slowing.

"Stay with me," Shen whispered. "Be mine."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Shen held her close that night, closer than anyone in his entire life.

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xehanortsreport · 1 year

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Alright! Time to make an official introduction for this guy on tumblr.

There are spoilers for ALL Expacs scattered throughout this writeup, so do be careful if spoilers are something you care about!

This is Xenoir Chevaroux, my Warrior of Light from FFXIV. A man in his mid-thirties, his life began as the child of a whirlwind romance between a disgraced Ishgardian Expurgator, the Elezen Antoinette Chevaroux, and an Ul’dahn mortician, the Roegadyn Weeping Thorn.

Banished to the Brume as punishment for her (first) attempt at escaping the then-closed city-state of Ishgard as a powerful secret-keeper, Antoinette gave birth to and raised Xenoir within the lower levels of Ishgard, dwelling among the poor and downtrodden. It was in this environment that Xenoir first honed his trademark skills: the art of the trade, ruthless moneymaking, and willingness to get his hands dirty to make the right connections and boost himself at the expense of others.

A born salesman, his skills would later become his trade as his mother finally managed to escape the city and reunite with his father in Vesper Bay. Xenoir apprenticed under his father as a mortician, and during his teen years began study as a thaumaturge under the tutelage of the Thaumaturge’s Guild as an adult. His work in the mortuary field may have been at the behest of his father, as it was a family business, but it quickly became a sincerely held passion. A devout follower of Nald’thal, Xenoir would later become an ordained priest of the Order of Nald’thal as an adult.

Before the Calamity, Xenoir was far from the paragon of morality that he would become known as later in his life. He struck out on his own and decided to found his own branch of the mortuary business within the Ul’dahn city proper...and profit by any means necessary. He became a ruthless force of power, a blackmailer and loan shark who held the fear of the dead reanimating for lack of a proper service over the heads of the disadvantaged. In particular, he preyed upon the Ala Mhigan refugee populace, selling them burials when no one else would at the price of a loan that would prove impossible to pay with any swiftness.

His stint as a minor villain came to an end, however, as he was held to task by enterprising adventurers hired by his victims. Beaten into submission and forced to flee and rebuild, the life of Xenoir Chevaroux, adventurer, began with a less than flattering start...

The rest, as they say, is history.

Recruited by the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, as the Echo had awakened within him from the Calamity’s horrifying rain, he reluctantly began taking on the tasks they sent him, if only to continue making money. After the purge of the Waking Sands, however, he began to reconnect with the true purpose of his faith --- to bring blessed rest to the dying and solace for the deceased.

When chased out of Ul’dah and back into the arms of Ishgard during Heavensward, the trajectory of his life would change once again. Supping upon dragons’ blood, he would become able to shift into a dragon at will, making him a unique link between Elezen and Dragon as he fought to stop their waring. He met who was to be his future husband - Aymeric de Borel - and ran into an old childhood friend turned enemy...high ranking member of the Heavens’ Ward Charibert de Leusignac. Forced to confront a past he had tried to forget, he was eventually charged with the task of murdering his childhood friend and rekindled old flame. Broken from the pressure of being used to kill someone he desperately wanted to keep alive, Xenoir snapped, awakening a dormant power within him: the ability to call the stars to his side, a fragment of his abilities from his past life as Azem.

Rampaging and unable to reconcile his image as a “hero” while knowing he had been no better than the so-called villains he had been forced to put down, he re-summoned Charibert as a primal, fueled by his own memories and desperation. Though he was eventually quelled, and Charibert allowed to exist due to the special way in which he had been summoned, the amount of aether siphoned from Coerthas and its surrounding lands in the summoning process would later leave Ishgard the first city struck by the Final Days to come, an outcome that Xenoir would regret for the remainder of his days.

Stormblood and Shadowbringers found him struggling with his image --- with the idea of being praised as a hero while knowing his morals were gray at best and a fear of changing for the better ingrained into him. After all, what was stopping him from being slaughtered like everyone else who had taken the wrong path? The more he was hailed as a liberator, the more conflicted he became, until it came to a head on Mt. Gulg.

He was no hero, just another man. His friends and companions were the true heroes. And if he had simply been given his role through Hydaelyn, through his family, through his friends, he would simply try to forge his path anew. He fought selfishly...not for the fate of the First, but simply to return home and take the first steps towards truly changing and committing himself to the people he had chosen.

He proposed to Aymeric upon his return, and set aside his duties as a Black Mage for a time as he learned the art of machinistry --- of creating new and exciting things for himself, forging things not at the will of others, but because he had chosen it. While working at the Skysteel Manufactory, he fell in love with Stephanivien, who would later become his fiance.

By Endwalker, he is finally content with who he is. Having come clean about his past to his friends, the Scions, who accepted him regardless, he lives his life piously and with renewed joy in trekking his own unique path. He is a priest, a businessman, a husband, a fiance, a boyfriend, a beloved friend, a skilled mage, and talented machinist.

He is Xenoir, and his story has just begun.

#FFXIV #FF14 #final fantasy #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #warrior of light #xenoir chevaroux #doodles mark ii #oc #elezen #roegadyn #ffxiv spoilers

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driftward · 7 months

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Title: FFXIV Write 2023 - 26. Last Characters: Nyx Blackmoon Rating: Teen Summary: The Crystal Braves captured everyone that was important, right? Notes: Bloody Banquet

"Alright, that should be the last of them," he said, closing the door to the Rising Stones. Now it would serve as an impromptu prison cell for some of his 'fellow' Crystal Braves. "Well, most of them, anyway."

The Lalafell woman who was working with him gave him a sharp look. "What do you mean, most of them? For what we're being paid, we'd better make sure."

"Who is it?" Rumbled his other companion, a large Roegadyn whose name he'd never bothered to remember. Didn't bother to try to remember any of their names, really.

Show up, do the work, get paid, move on, that was the ticket.

"The little black Miqo'te. The one who stares too much. She's the last one missing," he said.

The Lalafell relaxed a little. "Oh, the one the Warrior of Light likes to train with? I don't know that I see her do much else other than get used as a target dummy."

The Roegadyn rumbled. "And she's not great at that. I tried her once. She walloped me and then asked if I wanted a report on how I did. Humiliating, but not very helpful."

He tried not to laugh. "Not sure I would have admitted to that one, friend."

The Roegadyn stuck his chin out at him. "Least I had the testicular fortitude to try having a dance with the Warrior of Light's very own trainer. Bet you wouldn't care to have a go."

"Not with the way she stares. Not without a bag first."

"Gentlemen," said the Lalafell. "This is the very definition of a bullshit argument that's not worth having."

He was about to respond when he glanced up and saw the captain coming, and turned and gave her a salute alongside the other two.

"Unit, report."

He noticed his compatriot giving him a side-eye and he nodded. She was right, she was right.

Show up, do the work, do the work well, get paid, move on. She knew the score too.

"Almost everyone is in shackles down in the Rising Stones," he said dutifully. "We are missing one."

The captain just nodded thoughtfully.

"No surprise. We did expect a few to get through the cracks. Unit four is still having trouble finding their hidden location in Vesper Bay. That's fine. We just have to get enough of them to blunt their strength and make clear that we are the ones who have control. Who's missing?"

"The little black Miqo'te. The one who stares too much," he said.

The captain went tense immediately.

"Shite," she said. And then, a moment later, "Shite! I told Ilberd we needed another unit here, they're more experienced, seven -hells-."

The Lalafell was now glancing around nervously. He exchanged a look with the Roegadyn.

"Captain?"

But she was already on the linkpearl. "Everyone sound off, and once I've acknowledged, report in to the Rising Stones." She lifted her hand off her pearl as he heard confused voices starting to call back. "You three. Get in there, verify the place is secure, and get ready to barricade the place as soon as everyone's in."

He was confused, but he just nodded, and saluted. "As you say, captain," he said, before glancing at the other two and heading in to the Rising Stones.

Show up, do the work, get paid, move on, that was how this was supposed to work. What the hell had gone wrong?

High above Mor Dhona, Nyx had watched the flurry of activity that had been going on below. Some announcement had come over the linkpearl, which they had not bothered to intercept. But then the infighting had begun, and the Domans had scattered in its wake.

Nyx was not certain what was happening, but while their were some injuries, there were no casualties. They had not seen fit to get involved yet. Instead they just hung out in the shadows on the high walkway, observing.

Almost a bell after the chaos had started, it was over, and Nyx had received a call from Zoissette Vauban.

The Crystal Braves had been compromised. The Scions of the Seventh Dawn were almost to a person missing in action. Vauban had given them orders. Rescue who you can. Go to ground. And above all, survive.

Nyx had to ask about parameters. Vauban had hesitated only briefly before telling them to use their discretion, but that unrestricted mode was authorized.

They watched the movements of the Crystal Braves now. The Braves were scared of something, and had retreated back into the Rising Stones for the most part, with only a few handful of them now on patrol, looking around for someone or something.

Nyx was the last member of the Vanguard of Light who was free to act.

They slipped through the shadows until they were above a patrol, and they slid out their knives.

#ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #nyx blackmoon #last #202309-27 #biot writes

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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[Part 3 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Obediently take a seat next to Vesper (85.4%)

TW: Exhibitionism; Altered states of mind; Dubious consent; Hyper cum (sort of? Maybe??)

New choice! [VOTE]

Although you reflexively glance at the now empty elevator, a wave of dread snuffs out your impulsive thought.

No, who knows where you'd end up if you just darted inside and started poking around? The few floors you've been to so far are so... Different from each other. This place is unpredictable, you can't take wild chances like that. Furthermore, with this degree of madness having taken over the literally hellish crowd, there's a pretty good chance you'll be swiped up before you get anywhere significant.

Just like Santi said you would, if he let you outside earlier. Hm, no. Not a good idea at all.

This doesn't exactly mean you're thrilled about the alternative.

Vesper, this massive demon, is unlike anything you've ever seen before. It's hard to take your eyes off him, and for so many reasons. As if the fact that he's a huge, pink and purple, slightly furred form wasn't bizarre enough- There's so much to pick at here! You could start with his head, why is it that he doesn't have horns, and sports this odd tendril instead, like a second tail? His eyes are so bright... Santi's are already intense, his are like the headlights of a truck in a pitch black road. Hypnotic is an understatement, you can almost feel a phantom force keeping your head veered his way, nudging you back every time something else tries to beckon your attention.

There's a foreign sort of plumage- No, it's almost like a puffed scarf, around his neck. You're not sure why, but it looks soft. From what you can see, he sports similar tufts of fur around his elbows. Putting aside large hands are bracelet-clad wrists, you're amused by the form of his chest. Large as he is, you aren't exactly surprised by the magnitude of his upper body, it's moreso the unique form of his nipples that has you blinking vapidly.

He... His nipples are heart-shaped. Huh. Is that natural? Did he get those? Better not ask. The shine of golden chains connecting them distracts you momentarily. Although, it appears all sides and angles of this demon are determined to be scandalous. Because, as your gaze flutters further downward, you catch sight of what you can only call a maw. This comparatively enormous mouth with full dark lips and pearly teeth just like the ones on his face. It moves and parts occasionally, a fat tongue peeking out from time to time. You've never seen a monster with that type of anatomy.

Something tickles the small of your back.

Oh. Right.

Looking down, you force yourself to take a seat right next to Vesper. The booth is circular, so you put a little bit of distance between yourself and the large figure. Santi follows suit, sitting opposite of the powerful concubus. Little does it matter, as you’re soon forced flush to Vesper by a large paw.

“ How obedient of you! “ The demonlord coos. “ Had I known you’d be this much of a good girl, I wouldn’t even have ordered my imps to tie you! “

You realize now, definitely belatedly, that this monster isn’t dressed either. Maybe all concubi are just always naked like that? You have no idea. Instead of listening to his words, you’re busy examining that bizarre wonder of a mouth. Observing, flabbergasted, as it parts and allows a grotesque tongue to slither out, only for it to lap at the flushed slit located directly beneath it. O-Oh? Okay. That’s happening. Is he doing this on purpose? Does that count as masturbation? Is this King actually casually getting himself off- Why wouldn’t he be. Isn’t that his whole reason to exist?

Still, the fact doesn’t make it any easier to ignore.

You sense your cheeks steadily heating up, watching this debased spectacle that no one acknowledges. Almost as if miraculously picking up it's being stared at, the maw smiles, its great muscle darting to take a long, gross lap of your side. It's intense. You're quickly figuring out there's something very wrong with these monsters and their saliva, because the way you shudder is violent, a moan dying silently in your throat.

You... You kind of wish it would do that again.

A fleeting moment of lucidity tells you to distance yourself, but Vesper's arm is like marble around your shoulder. Oh, you're not going anywhere at all. F-Fuck.

" Your majesty- " Santi starts, looking vaguely uncomfortable. Vesper shoots him a disapproving glance and he's quick to correct himself, coughing. " Vesper... Are all Icons here? "

" Indeed we are! " The demonlord jovially exclaims. " Your boss has a lot he'd like to discuss with us. " You get to see Santi look to the side, lost in thought, like he wants to say something more but isn't sure if he should. Vesper flicks his claws. " It's a bit early for that, so we're enjoying the establishment as is for now... "

Although it sounds like something obscure and sinister is being discussed, you could frankly care less, finding this Icon's oddly behaved stomach mouth a lot more intriguing. While the two resume their conversation, so too does it continue its antics, returning to a teasing wet drag over Vesper's slit. Some tiny part of you is almost jealous you can't do that to yourself, though fact of the matter is you're still watching, as obscene as it is. It drools copiously, Vesper's slit becomes even more flushed and puffed than it already was. Having decided licking was getting dull, the muscle dips into that pouch. Blinking, your attention is on the way it undulates slightly, having found something in there already to stimulate.

Vesper's legs twitch apart further slightly, and you think you hear him sigh- But it could just be because of their talk. The motions, albeit filthy, are also undeniably sensual. With such practice, you wonder how it'd feel to be the target of those attentions.

" Well, it's always a treat to have you here, but we're all very confused. "

" Oh, so you're in the dark... " Vesper's grin stretches, an air of mischief about it. " Then, here's my little hunch- I think you're all taking a vacation to Hell pretty soon. "

You cast the smaller incubus a side-glance, finding his expression to be carefully conservative.

" ... Are we? "

The larger one shrugs theatrically. " Your lord works in mysterious ways. "

Lord? Huh?? Neither Santi nor Vesper react to your scandalized glances. If Vesper's not this "lord", then who the Hell could it possibly be? Even aware religious imagery doesn't often coincide with reality, you can't help but think of a larger than life depiction of all evil. Something unfathomable. The silence is cut through abruptly.

" But please, let us talk about more engaging topics. Tell me about this sweet minx, I picked her well, didn't I? "

It seems you're still a hot conversation topic, because your chin is suddenly grasped between two thick lavender digits, angled up so deep magenta eyes can study you thoroughly, from top to bottom, invasive and lecherous. With enough strength, you're sure he could crush your jaw, though he's only stroking along it for now.

" Did you! " The incubus you've met, maybe even think ever so slightly fondly of, agrees. The way he licks his lips heats your cheeks. He had you beneath him only a while earlier, is his appetite that big? " Such a taste, such a scent... "

Vesper laughs heartily, nodding hard, stroking up and down your side. " Yes. You get me old friend, you do... "

The pink demon looks at you as if you're a rare specimen, holding some type of mystery, some form of supernatural splendor -How ironic- Human weakness has you focusing on those large, almost bug-like eyes, his irises appear to swirl hypnotically, and you wonder why they're getting bigger, until you feel his breath on your face.

" Don't tell me you didn't try her. " Santi's voice interrupts the trance the two of you had entered. He's watching, brow lifted, a smirk on his pallid features as his arms cross.

This time, the Icon barks out in delight, shaking you unintentionally. " What rude etiquette! And you'd enjoy that? A sloppy, dripping second of mine on your garden? "

The other doesn't miss a beat. " You know the answer. " You try to scrub the mental image off your mind, but it's persistent, titillating. Why? You've never been this perverted before. " I can't speak for my coworkers though. "

Vesper's gaze sharpens ominously. " Mm, indeed you can't. "

A short pause unfolds, though far from a calm one. When the Icon turns to be facing you better, you can only cower slightly, more in fear of your own enjoyment for what's to come than genuine terror of him. His hands are fast, a clear goal in mind as he lifts your tattered, borrowed shirt out of the way and starts tugging insistently at your shorts.

" H-Hey! What the fuck- " It's a weak protest, so pointless and tame that both monsters just chuckle to each other. A rougher shove, one you'll never admit was kind of exhilarating, manages to peel the fabric down to your knees. Vesper's hand traps you in place by the hip before you can sit properly again.

Silence.

You're inwardly questioning his inaction, wondering what could have put him off when he merely stares at your pubis.

" ... You didn't mark her. " He makes a pensive noise. " Could it be that she's not to your liking after all? "

It's a joke, even you can tell that was meant to be a joke. Santi snorts, shaking his head. " I don't know what'll happen after tonight. I need to be ready for everything. "

You recall what the monster in a cloak said to you at the very start of this.

-We have no time to sort you out properly. You will pick one of us to stay with for the day-

Sure enough, you have no idea what will happen to you afterwards. The fact that neither does the demon is worrying. Mark you... A concubus mark. Control, a leash tattooed into your skin. You'd be helplessly his in mind and body, you recognize this much about his kind of demon because it's something young adults are warned of. Santi could have marked you already, how did that not even cross your mind? How were you so oblivious to the danger you were in? It's impossible to tell if you've been inordinately lucky so far, or if the worst is yet to come.

The demonlord huffs. " What of finders keepers then? "

Santi pauses. " ... I didn't quite find her, per say. "

" Oh? " The other clicks his tongue. " Tsk tsk... "

" The mimic did. " Green eyes roll.

" Ah yes, I've seen the stud. How come you're with her then? Ooh, did you fight him for her? " Vesper's excitement has him mushing your face to his abdomen, looking down at you. " Such a romantic fool, isn't he? "

The conversation is taking turns the King of Lust appears to enjoy, something slithering around steals your shorts and you're easily lifted onto his lap like a living doll. Given your size compared to him, you might as well be one. " Wait- Wait, Vesper! "

Whatever you say holds no meaning to the larger monster, he only shushes your outburst and angles you so that his second maw is directly beneath you. The thing rumbles out, ceasing its masturbatory motions to instead slap onto your bare cunt, instantly rubbing back and forth, ever greedy, ever persistent. The molten heat that spreads over you is indescribable, your whole body arching and your head tipping back so you can release a full-throated beast of a moan. It has you hooked, salivating. You didn't know it was possible to feel this good from something so mundane, tears prick at your vision and you couldn't give less of a shit about what happens so long as he keeps licking you.

" First timers are so cute, look at her face. " Vesper coos.

You don't know when Santi started moving, but you feel him against your back, the King's legs having shifted enough to allow you both to pose above his lap. His dick grinds lazily at your fluttering hole, and you can feel Vesper's tongue delight itself with the two of you, switching between your soaked folds to the other's length, spreading fire wherever it touches. The monster behind you is a lot more composed than you, and though your frying brain doesn't grasp why, it'll make sense eventually.

" Adorable. " Santi agrees, kissing at your neck, sucking a claim there. The one type of mark, aside from his cum, the monster can keep on you. There's a pressure you recognize all too well, but before even a word makes it past your lips, a broken moan does, and Santi sinks half-way into you. Both of them make patronizing vocalizations at the way you restlessly squirm, getting assaulted by pheromones from both sides, so horny you feel as if seconds from exploding.

You're going to die here, you're going to die- And you'll be damned if it won't be the best way you could possibly go out.

" No such thing. I didn't have to. " Santi eventually resumes, drool-slicked cock slowly thrusting into you, at a snail's torturous pace, the two of you being worshipped. Your cunt is so flushed and teased it almost hurts. " That little minx picked me herself. "

The Icon is thrilled to hear this. " OH? " You only nod soundlessly when he searches your face for a confirmation, grin turning deadly. " Yes, yes I picked very well... "

Slow seconds of this torture pass, you can neither bring yourself to beg them for more or to stop, stuck in a loop of shame, frustration and wanting to draw this divine pleasure out. It's incredible how these beings read a body, as soon as you feel the crests of orgasm, their attentions recede, leaving you a clenching, teary-eyed mess before they restart the climb. You're drooling on yourself and Vesper's chest, not that he seems to care.

Something's poking at your thighs, and it doesn't quite feel like anyone's tail. Your curiosity eventually takes over for a split second, and upon glancing down, you nearly choke on your own spit. You can't even comprehend it at first.

Two massive, pierced cocks bob aimlessly, featuring odd rings in two sections. A strange fat tendril you don't quite understand the purpose of twists and turns between both members. What is... What kind of madness is this? One of those fucking tree trunks isn't enough, he's got a second one, plus a tentacle? How does... Where does he keep all that? You sure hope he's not planning to put any of them inside you, it's absolutely impossible, ludicrous!

But then again... You said that about Santi's cock, and he's snug inside you right now, plus he feels so good. Maybe Vesper can do the same, can make your body take him. You can't even begin to imagine the unreal stretch, the fullness. So much, and all for you. All of it.

A snicker snaps you out of your shameless gawking. " You can touch, honey. "

No, you absolutely cannot. If you touch those, you know you'll lose yourself. In fact, you don't even consider it for too long, shaking your head and looking away, ignoring it as best as possible. Santi's arms sneak to your head, forcing you to face Vesper when he speaks to you. " Come on, just get acquainted. Not everyone has the privilege to, you know? "

Those hues blaze into yours and you shut your head, wrenching it out of the incubus' grasp to rest it on Vesper's front. A soft, pained cry leaves you when your clit is lapped at insistently. Thankfully, after a couple of very pressuring seconds, both monsters relent.

" Mm, so, she picked you, right? What then? " He says, with this "regale me" tone.

" I made sure she didn't regret her choice. " The darker incubus shrugs, playing with your hair idly, stilling your hips so you can't thrust against him. " And now we're here to get something in that belly. " Santi clicks his tongue. " Or, well, that was our initial plan. "

" No no, do order! " Vesper leans back to look around. " Where's that waiter boy... "

While the demonlord is busy looking for said waiter, you nearly sob in Santi's hold, wanting only to come. The other shushes you calmly, ever unbothered it appears, but you can feel him twitch inside you.

" Santi... " You huff, sweaty and gross and wet.

" Yeah? "

" Why is he here if this isn't how your kind eats? " It's been bothering you. Why be at a restaurant, when your food is attained through sex? Doesn't that seem counter-productive?

The monster laughs, like you should know better already, as if it were a top-tier joke. It's confusing and you grunt vapidly. " People will gather where there's food, love. You blend in, you offer them a treat, and you get one in return- Oldest trick in the book. " He sighs.

It takes a moment or two before you grasp it, but it does make sense. It's a trade, in layman's terms, something primitive yet effective.

Vesper makes a sharp waving gesture above you two, and far too soon, a new figure zooms into view. Ah, you've seen this one before, it's that bat monster, he was part of the group -The staff team- That argued over you in that little room. You can't believe he's seeing you like this right now, sandwiched between two other monsters like a mere toy, an appetizer at a crowded party.

" Y-Yessir! " The little monster cowers in Vesper's presence, though takes in the scene before him pretty quickly, making a disgruntled sort of face. A lot of emotions flash through that complexion. Shock, sadness, anger, disgust. And then, finally, he schools his features into a painfully fake fanged smile. Odd.

" Hi dearie, bring us something for the little minx here, yes? " Vesper strokes your hair, keeping you always in the moment through constant stimulus. " Oh, and a strawberry smoothie. " He adds.

The bat nods, apparently eager to leave, not that you blame him. " Right away- "

" Grimbly. " Santi calls, getting his attention, a wary squint even. The incubus quickly points at you, then the table, and wags his finger. Both workers exchange an understanding nod, and he sprints off.

What the fuck did that mean? It's your turn to look warily at the incubus, though he looks unpreoccupied, smiling and pecking your cheek. It's not as comforting as you'd like it to be.

The next couple of moments -Minutes, perhaps hours, as if you could tell in such a stupor- Are spent in the very same trance of carnality. The demons around you rumble meaningless words to each other, making casual use of your trembling body, but never offering relief to each other. It's a game of tease, it must be, but it feels far too good, even the times where they slow down to wave away your orgasm begin feeling oddly satisfying. You don't know what you want anymore, but you think you'll cry if they let go of you.

Nothing lasts forever, thankfully, so your mindless state is eventually broken by the annoying and sharp tip tip tip tiptiptiptip of the waiter's footfalls- If you can even call those appendages feet. His nature is greatly confusing to you, but you could say just about the same for the two demons who've got you wrapped around their fingers. He doesn't stop to say anything to you three, expression somber, creases of carefully contained rage ruining his youthful charm while he places the ordered items on the table and dashes away. What was his name again... Grimbly?

Santi fully pulls out of you, with a solemn grunt, leaving you needy and slightly panicked, even more so when Vesper sits you back down beside him. Why? What did you do wrong?! Soaked as you are in all manner of fluids, when you sit, you're very aware the cushions are getting ruined. A distant pang of shame voices itself.

When great irritation and befuddlement subside, the plate in front of you gets your attention. It's... You didn't really order anything specific, nor did you care to, but you have to admit it looks delicious. The steak on your plate is grilled to perfection, juicy-looking, the potatoes next to it appear entirely homemade, and the greens are so fresh you're enticed. It's not a fancy dish, but it's beautifully arranged, and the serving size is extremely generous. Even knowing you'd kill to have something this nice any other day, your appetite isn't very strong right now- Possibly because of your never-ending, throbbing arousal. It's hard to think about feeding yourself when your body screams for attention.

" It looks great. " You settle for saying, saddened by your own lack of appetite.

The smaller one nods. " The chef here is very talented, you've met him before. "

Have you...? Oh. Oh, right. The big blue one. Scary and loud, wore a white sort of smock. You remember the outline of a large knife on his pocket. That must be him.

During this exchange, Vesper uses a single claw to edge the large smoothie his way. The delicious-looking drink sits in an appropriately large -Ridiculous, to be honest- Fountain glass, curved elegantly. You wonder, for a blissfully innocent moment, if he's actually going to drink it. Just to taste it. A dark and tired expression spreads on your gradually paling face when the demonlord, with neither shame nor hesitation, tilts the container, and the majority of it spills down his lap. It lands everywhere on him, down to that huge mouth lapping itself clean, to both his cocks, tendril and thighs, dripping obscenely down his body while the King shudders and hums in filthy delight.

You stare blankly. What a waste! It looked so good! Why is he smirking?!

" Tsk, what a mess I've made...! Hah. " He waves, offering you, specifically you, a facetious pitiful glance.

" And there's no napkins here too, hm. " Santi adds, also staring at you, clawtips drumming on the wooden surface of the table.

Oh come the fuck on. This is another level of raunchy. There's napkins on other spare tables, all either of them would have to do is get up and go fetch them, but you're not an idiot, you know damn right what Vesper wants. Still, you have to push for something.

" Just- Just call the waiter- "

" But honey, don't you see how busy the poor man is? " The Icon laments. " Our little minx will just have to help me, it seems. "

" But... " You glance at his strawberry smoothie covered package, gulping. " The... The food- "

Interrupted again, some of the larger monster's playfulness fades into mild disappointment, a deadpan on that pink face. " I'm sure it can wait just a tiny bit, can't it? "

It was foolish of you to expect a King to be patient, or merciful for that matter. Naturally, cornered and still roused, you cave to their pressure. " Uh- Okay. "

You don't know what to do, where to start, there's just so much of him, you've never been in a situation like this before, it's intimidating and vaguely humiliating. Perhaps sensing the discomfort, Santi takes initiative, edging the table itself away from the seats, and gently nudging you into a kneel between Vesper's legs, which part for you to get a greedy look at him. The Icon of Lust studies so intensely it makes you burn in place, breath shortening.

" He doesn't bite, love. " Santi jokes, squatting behind you. He tucks your hair on your ears and away from your front, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders.

" I- I can't- " You can't fit either one of those beasts in your mouth. It's just not happening, not like this.

Vesper appears to get the gist of what you're hinting at, grinning, arms crossing behind his head. " Fit me? Baby don't stress, I just need you to clean me up. "

You sigh, happy to know he at least won't kill you trying to get a blowjob.

Too timid to go straight for the gold, you start by lapping a stripe up Vesper's inner thigh, hearing him rumble in victory. You were right, the smoothie itself tastes fantastic, and that distraction is what makes you power through it, not wanting to acknowledge how the nature of this act might be adding to your secret enjoyment. Well, there's nothing secret about it in truth, these two know when someone's into it.

Still, trapped between the massive monster's legs, knowing at least a good portion of the restaurant's clients are aware of what's going down, it sends something of a lecherous thrill dancing down your spine. From both thighs, you have no choice but to go upwards, grabbing that strange cock-tendril separating both his members and holding it up as it squirms so you can dip to clean around his slit. Vesper sighs, purring.

" Good job. " Santi assures, wrapping his hand around yours and encouraging you to pump the same tendril you hold until you start doing it on your own. The other rolls his hips slightly.

The mix of sweetness with Vesper's own addictive slick has you losing most inhibitions, finding the courage to trail your tongue up that flushed tendril and sucking around the tip, the only part thin enough to safely welcome. It must be sensitive, because he makes a surprised, pleased moan, large tail thumping. If anyone was oblivious to what was going down at your table, they sure aren't now.

The one behind you takes the opportunity to claim your mouth as soon as you pop the tendril off, a ravenous kiss, uncaring that your lips were wrapped around Vesper mere seconds prior- Perhaps aroused by the notion. Santi eagerly pulls one of the King's dicks closer to your face, and you respond by placing a kiss on its tip, swirling your tongue automatically and busying yourself with sucking the smoothie off his sticky girth. You feel like you're in heat, like you can't get enough of this. When Santi's knuckles brush against your back repeatedly, you don't need to think to know he's jerking off.

The hand that isn't holding the cock you're making a lollipop out of wraps feverishly around the spare. Well, as much as your short human fingers can reach, sloppily stroking him off. You moan around him without even realizing, saliva, precum and strawberry sweetness coating your chin. Although you could never see it yourself, your pupils are creepily wide. Vesper was right, this is a privilege, this is an honor, you've been picked personally, you must be so special!

" Ohhn- Fuck yes, I knew those pretty lips were good for something, that's why I didn't gag you. " He groans when you pull both lengths together, switching from one to the other quickly. Vesper's thighs tense beneath you and he subtly lifts his pelvis off the cushions.

" She got lucky none of the garden crowd fucked her face. I would have. " Santi huffs, causing the former to chuckle.

" Oh yes, what do you think would have happened to you if Sybastian didn't find you there, sweetie? "

Having spent all this time focused on trying to fit Vesper's cockhead in your mouth, a herculean and fruitless effort, you stop squeezing and pumping at him, blinking. " ... Huh? " What are they on about?

Both demons cackle, your head is pat in reward, you have no idea why, but it makes you happy. Santi kisses you again, and you don't think you could get any higher, swaying slightly, smiling against him. You're so fucking wet, you could cum if either one of them so much as blew air on your pussy. Part of you wants to reach for your privates, but then, you'd have to stop touching Vesper, making him feel good, and you don't want that. Not when he tastes so good and makes those low noises that flatter you so much.

You actually giggle when he starts thrusting rhythmically, open-mouthed, lidded eyes begging wordlessly, as if he's burning this into his mind.

" Work hard now, love. " The one behind you whispers into your ear. " We want to make sure the King has a good time here, don't we? " You nod frantically. " Of course we do, what a sweet girl you are, making sure to thank Vesper for the free meal. "

Your melting mind gets to see Santi swiftly pumping the ruler's left member while you busy yourself with the right one and that twisting appendage. Every time he pistons in pleasure, abdomen flexing, he brushes against your face, your skin becoming gross. It's nasty, it's perfect.

When Vesper comes, it's explosive.

He's loud, so embarrassingly loud, neck craned back and cries lashing out of him. Your cheeks are so hot they should be glowing by now. Nothing could prepare you for the volume of his cumshots, load after load far too thick for you to catch, so you purely resign yourself to getting soaked, face and chest pelted, globs of it cascading down your figure to pool at your oversensitive cunt and drip to the floor.

You don't know what's happening, but the sensation is so foreign and powerful that the mere contact with his seed has your entire body pulsing, vision fading.

And you come.

Hard. So hard, so intense, you can't even cry out, gripping onto pink legs for dear life as the most powerful orgasm of your entire existence breaks you from top to bottom. You don't know what noises you're making or what face you have on, but you can hear giddy laughter and feel Santi hugging you to him, trying to ground you- Lest you fly off to only god knows where. You tremble like a leaf, dots swimming around your sight, letting yourself be plopped onto the cushions and sink into them, a dead weight, melting like butter in the aftershocks of whatever paradise that was.

Holy shit.

When you're minimally composed, slightly lucid, the ambiguous hum of conversation between those two becomes actual words, with meaning. You shiver at the sensation of cooling cum on your body and eye both of them. Vesper paws at himself idly, milking the rest of his climax while his stomach maw cleans most of the mess that didn't fall on you, Santi, or the floor. Speaking of, Santi's beside you, still hard but stained by his own seed- He must have come too at some point there, you can't tell.

" Good eye there, dearest. Want to clean Santi up too? " The King murmurs, calm.

" The poor thing, Vesper, you'll break her. " He tuts playfully, but definitely hums in appreciation when you bend to do as told, a relatively chaste tongue collecting the wet string taunting you before you rise back up. The incubus groans.

" Nonsense, see? She can take it. "

You stare at the plate in front of you. Now that you've had more to eat, however obscene that might sound, you have even less of an appetite. But... This is the only meal you'll get to have, for all you know. And, let's face it, you can't subsist on body fluids. So, forcing yourself to pick up the fork, unwilling to look at the surroundings in fear that people are watching you try to eat while soaked, you try to take in as much as you can.

Santi disappears from your side for a short while, and comes back with a kitchen towel. He hums happily while cleaning you as best as he can, and Vesper strokes idly at your back. It's comforting, especially after what you've just done, and you relax further, eating slowly. It's ridiculously good, you wish you had the stomach to down it all.

" Oh, I so wish I was a fly in the wall for that moment where you all had her pick one of you. It must have been priceless. " Vesper drawls.

" It was. Today just keeps getting more and more interesting. "

Interesting is a way to put it, sure... You sincerely just hope you make it through today, make it out of here. Perhaps it's not death that'll take you, what if it's pleasure? What if you get hooked on this? On being tossed around? No. No, it's just their pheromones, it's just their influence on you. You're going to be fine, everything will work out, you'll survive. The chanting repeats itself ad nauseam.

" Speaking of, you can't let the fun end now, Santi! "

" Hm? " Where are you going with his, the incubus' look reads.

The King makes a face, as if Santi missed an obvious point. " Well, she's yet to meet the rest of your wonderful team, isn't that right? "

Santi's eyes widen, he makes an amused little "hah" and places his elbows on the table, done trying to fix your image. " That she does. Do you have anything in mind? "

No. No no, don't let him pick! You'll go insane if you have to spend much longer around both of them.

Vesper lets out a sinister chuckle, bending to hold his head and on his palms over the table. " Me? Oh no, not as such, wasn't it this beauty who got to choose her escort today? "

Both you and Santi hang off his every word, you stop chewing.

" Let her pick again, since she has such good taste in company... " A wink is tossed at you.

Actually, this is a good idea. You like getting to pick what to do, your gut instinct has been mildly helpful so far.

" Yes! " You almost shout, piping down as soon as both raise their brows at you.

" Why not then? " Santi says, shrugging at you mischievously.

" Perfect! " The demonlord claps. " What do you say dear? Would you like to maybe, oh I don't know... Give your regards to the chef? "

Both Santi and Vesper grin wolfishly at you, waiting.

#Vesper oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terato #terat0philliac #monsterfucker #not sfw #minors dni

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In Sickness And In Health

Summary: Kenshi takes care of his partner who wouldn't stay in bed no matter how hard he tries to convince her to, so he tries a different approach.

Pairing: Kenshi Takahashi x Vesper Cammeron

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 4,2K

Author's Note: This contains the events happening after Mortal Kombat Snow Blind with my favorite ship and I'm happy to finally get it done.

The old door opened with a squeak as Vesper walked into the small hut. She sighed in happiness that she could finally get outside and take a look around the small village where she resided but her joy didn't last long when she noticed Kenshi standing a few meters away from her with a sour look on his face. Damn it, she could've sworn that he'd return later than her and wouldn't have noticed her disappearance, but she was wrong. "Did I give you permission to get out of your bed and especially leave the house? What were you thinking?" He lectured her like an angered father that just found out that his daughter left house arrest.

The woman growled in irritation and slammed the door behind her to lean her back against the wooden surface. "Nothing has happened to me, doc. It's just a short walk around the street to improve my health" She explained carelessly but he only shook his head in disappointment. "The only way to improve your health is to rest and listen to the real doctor who knows best how to treat you" Kenshi said and walked over to her to put his hand against her forehead to check her temperature. She was a demon so her body heat was always higher than one of a human, but the man got used to it and was able to tell whether she had a fever or not and to his relief, she didn't but it was still higher than usual.

"See? I'm as good as ready to kick some Black Dragon ass and pay them back for losing my limb" Vesper shouted in excitement and pretended to fight the man in front of him while he tilted his head with an awkward smile to her vigor. It was a pleasant difference compared to a few weeks ago when she was lying in bed, unable to move a muscle as her organism was fighting for its life. Even if they won the battle against Kano and his army, they didn't leave unharmed with the girl suffering the most. He also caught a few injuries himself, a few of his fingers missing but it wasn't as bad as losing a hand like Vesper. It was hard to sit by her side and wait for her state to get better but at least they found a doctor in time to help her and give them a temporary place to stay. Days moved by as she slowly recovered from the excessive blood loss and high fevers caused from the wound getting infected but she was a fighter and giving up just wasn't an option.

He ordered her to sit on the bed while he uncovered the bandages covering her injury to inspect its progress in recovery and put some ointment on the skin. She tried her hardest not to let him know that it caused her slight discomfort but it had to be done to make her feel better. All this time, she kept staring at him while he did his work. By this time, it was evening so the orange rays of sunlight kissed his skin which only made him look even more attractive than he already was. Despite being blind, he could still sense her gaze lingering over his body as her cold blue eyes kept drilling into him but he got used to the feeling of being watched.

She was his girlfriend after all, he couldn't just tell her to stop even if it crept him out sometimes. "Are you still mad at me?" Vesper blurted out, breaking the silence, her legs carelessly swaying in the air. "No, I just don't want you to get worse" He responded honestly, finishing up his work and covering the wound with clean material. "Fuuck, I just can't sit here all day and do nothing. Seeing the same four walls is driving me nuts already. You follow me, right? When you lost your sight, you didn't just give up and do nothing either" She started bragging angrily, hoping for him to understand her as he tried to wrap the bandage with difficulty as her body kept on moving as she talked.

It was true that he wouldn't let his injury destroy his future and he fought through many obstacles to come where he is now and there were many times where he wanted to give up. However, he wasn't alone. He had his friend, Kuai who helped him train and learn how to survive without eyesight and he had Vesper. Maybe she wasn't as good of a teacher as the other man, but she still tried and Kenshi appreciated it non the less. She was that one spark of joy that always shone through the darkness that covered his surroundings and gave him the reason to move on, so now he wanted to be the same for her when she needed him the most.

"I know, Vesper. Just seeing you in pain made me realize how much I care about you and how quick I could lose you" Kenshi confessed, before finishing the task and smiling up at her. She didn't say anything for a while and just looked at him, seemingly touched by his words. It's not often when they talked to each other about personal feelings as both tried to make themselves look tough and confident. The world wasn't a place that accepted weakness so they had to adjust. Especially her. As a demon, she was born in a different world, surrounded by death itself where each day was a struggle of survival which greatly desensitized her.

She later became an assassin for a man who only saw her as a tool to use and kill whenever he pleased. Now, she was free but the scars of her past were still there and letting themselves know each time she woke up and each time she went to sleep. Sometimes Vesper wondered if she truly loved the boy, if she was really capable of feeling these types of emotions.

After a moment, she put her hand on his face and rubbed her thumb against his skin with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of me, I know that I sometimes may be a pain in the ass so I think you deserve a reward for your hard work" She said and leaned in to give him a smooch on the lips, before parting away.

"Aww, you didn't have to, but I wouldn't mind another" He answered with a devilish grin and put his hands on each corner of the bed to lift himself up and return the gesture. The demon chuckled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him even closer than before. His grip tightened as she lightly bit his lower lip, causing him to gasp. Vesper used that opportunity to slip her tongue inside and explore his mouth while her nails trailed over the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps. Sneaky girl, he thought to himself and kissed back, dragging his wet muscle over her forked one.

Too invested in the activity, he didn't even notice himself basically pushing her whole body on the bed, as she held tightly onto him with no care in the world either. Perhaps he will forgive her for getting out of the room without asking, just this once. Kenshi could feel her legs pressing themselves against his hips in excitement while she showed no signs of stopping, not until the last bits of air left her lungs. They continued this tantalizing game till they parted away, both trying to catch their breath. The man could feel her familiar piercing gaze lingering over him once again as she panted, her arms still resting on his shoulders.

"Well, that was nice. I will go make dinner now" He said matter of factly and began to walk away. "What, no!" She protested and took a hold of his wrist, enabling him to leave. "As much as I'd like to make out with you further, you're supposed to rest, so stay here" He said sweetly and yanked his hand away from her grasp. Vesper growled loud enough for him to hear, but he didn't budge against her stubbornness. She just looked at him as he walked away, her sharp pupils now dilated like the one of a cat watching its prey. They often made out with each other and that was always about it but this time, it wasn't enough. She wasn't the type to take no for an answer and little did Kenshi know, you don't turn your back on a predator.

The woman swiftly lifted herself off the bed and ran over to him and before Kenshi could realize what was happening, his back hit the mattress with her on top of him. "What the… I told you not to teleport me, this creeps the hell out of me!" He said angrily but she only laughed at his pitiful position as she sat herself comfortably on his abdomen. "Should've known better before you decided to date a teleporter" Vesper teased. He should've also thought before he chose to go out with a bratty teenager in the body of an adult that was surprisingly older than him. Sometimes he wondered if he really was younger than her.

"You know, screw all that medicine. I think I know just the right thing to make me fully stand on my toes again" She whispered seductively, her hand tugging at the corners of the man's shirt, clearly letting him know what she wanted. Kenshi gulped in nervousness as her weight pressed his body further into the bedsheets, enabling him to move away. "Maybe we should wait till you fully recover. I don't think you're completely sane at the moment" He answered, attempting to escape the situation by pushing her off of him but Vesper took a hold of one of his palms before leaning against his face.

"I'm more than sane right now and I'm certain that I've been waiting way too long for this moment to arrive" She growled but realized by the look on his face that she might have gone a little too far. In most of her previous relationships, having intercourse was the only thing that kept her and her partner together so even if Kenshi didn't ask for any of that before, she still felt obligated to do it, even if she didn't have to. It still lingers behind her head sometimes but now she just wanted to get closer. To straighten the bond they already had. Her grip on his hand eased up as she straightened her back to look away in shame.

"Look, I love you and I really feel fine now, so why not do it?" The woman asked and waited for a moment as he seemed to think for a while before lifting himself off the pillow and sitting up in front of her. "It's not that I don't want it, I'm just worried that I might hurt you if you're not fully healthy" He confessed, stroking her damaged arm as he spoke. "That's not what you said when we first met" Vesper said with a grin and he shook his head in embarrassment, rubbing his temples at the memories of their meeting. He was an arrogant fighter, seeking to challenge anybody who seemed worthy and he just happened to encounter the girl who was well known for her outstanding performance in illegal fights.

Little did he know that she just barely escaped with her life from the Black Dragon and was covered in wounds and bruises. Despite that, he still challenged her and even mocked her as she refused at first but eventually agreed to battle him. She obviously lost, still weak from her breakout but he couldn't care less at that time. "I know, but I was selfish and thought that nothing bad could even happen to me before I've lost my sight. I can't afford to lose you as well" Kenshi said. "I understand" She murmured and pretended to feel sad for him to maybe change his mind.

He couldn't stand being around her when she was unhappy and decided to give in, even if in the back of his head he suspected that she wasn't really upset. "Fine, just tell me when you're feeling any type of pain, okay?" The man sighed in resignation but smiled as she immediately looked up at him with sparks in her eyes. "My charm does work after all" Vesper laughed and pressed her lips against his in a heated yet quick kiss while circling her arms around his neck. "You're mine now" She whispered possessively in his ear and started to leave open mouth kisses on his neck, enjoying the small noises and gasps coming out of him

She was still careful to avoid the burn marks that he got in the battle even if they healed a long time ago. Kenshi took a hold of her hips and settled her closer to him, feeling her body warmth radiating on his own. It was intoxicating and he loved it as he ran his fingers across her sides, occasionally gripping them harder as she bit him. Her sharp canines occasionally nibbled on his skin, feeling the heartbeat pulsating in his arteries. The woman knew that with the jaw strength greatly outgrowing the one of a human, she could rip his flesh apart without any effort and end his life within seconds.

Her excitement only grew when she had to resist the carnivorous urge to sink her fangs into him. And he's the one worried that he could hurt her, she thought with menace. Kenshi moved away from her and tugged at her shirt in a silence request to take it off. She obliged without a second thought and lifted her arms up for him to do his thing, before taking his own as well. "I could stare at that all day" Vesper commented, eyeing his exposed body and biting her lip. As expected, he was well built with each muscle begging to get marked by her. "Can't really say that for myself" He joked, pointing at the bandana covering his eyes.

"You don't have to, feel free to touch me whenever you want if that will help you visualize me" The woman said with a smirk and guided his hands to her neck, letting him feel the texture of her skin. It wasn't soft but rough, dried by the constant exposure to the hot wind and scorching sun throughout the years. From what he remembered when he was still able to see, she had black symbols that looked like tattoos on most parts of her neck and shoulders and he ran his fingers through them. Vesper told him that they were a type of seal that kept her looking like a human and prevented others from exposing her true form.

They emitted a weird aura, strong enough for him to tell whether he was touching them or not. He heard her gasp, as his hand ran down her neckline but stopped as the piece of fabric covering her chest stood in his way. He moved his arms behind her back and unclasped her bra, throwing it on the flood. Before the woman could say anything perverted at his action, the man pushed her on the mattress and settled himself on top of her. "Hah, think you can tame a demon?" She snickered, lifting herself on her elbows. "We will find out, won't we?" Kenshi answered and leaned in to give her the same treatment he got a while ago and began sucking hickeys on her neck while his fingers roamed over her heated skin.

He made sure to map every single little scar that bared her skin, traveling his hands up her exposed breasts. Vesper let out a moan when he pinched one of her nipples, experimentally twisting them between his fingertips to listen to her reaction. Each small gasp that left her mouth went right into his hardening shaft that rubbed uncomfortably against her clothed sex as he worked on her. She had noticed it too and thrusted her hips upwards, earning a surprised groan out of him. "Someone seems more excited than they said" The woman teased.

"And someone should speak for herself" He retaliated back and silenced her by putting more force on her sensitive flesh, rubbing it just the right way for her to lose her mind. Kenshi felt her legs lock themselves around his waist and pressed him closer to her, making it harder for him to focus on working on her while he was just centimeters away from her covered entrance. Screw that, he thought to himself after a while and straightened his back, leaving her on the bed panting for air. Vesper was prepared enough. His hands moved to his pants and he took them off of himself while the girl watched with a smile slowly growing on her face at the little performance.

"Now, that's a meal I wouldn't mind digging into right away" She commented, her eyes glistening at the sight of the man's throbbing erection just begging to wreck her insides. "Oh, shut up" He growled in embarrassment, fed up with her specific way of talking and helped her take the rest of her wardrobe off of her. She did feel a bit awkward with her body fully exposed at his mercy but the uncomfortable feeling quickly rushed away when he spread her legs open with his hand, the sensation of lust quickly returning back. The woman bit her lip as he teased her entrance with the tip of his manhood, making her even wetter than she already was.

Kenshi enjoyed the state he brought her to, her breathing growing rapid with each passing second of this torture as the muscles underneath her skin trembled in his touch as he firmly hold her thigh. He let himself wait for the pressure to become unbearable, enjoying the building up feeling till he wouldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me, please" Vesper whined, taking a grip on his shoulder to get his attention. She would never beg him for anything so it only showed how much power he had over her just with his light ministrations. "Very well" He answered, barely able to contain himself as well and pushed himself inside her and let out a shaky groan as her walls hugged him tightly.

The demon cursed out at the feeling of his flesh tearing itself through her insides and forcing her body to adjust to him. Her hand clawed at the sheets beneath her body as she shut her eyes, enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain while her partner waited for her to get used to him. Despite the small discomfort, she won't wait for it to disappear, she wanted to claim the price for all the suffering she had to endure and finally have him. Moreover, the pain felt great, as long as she experienced it, it was a sign that she was alive. She rubbed her fingers against the nape of his neck, signalizing in a silent motion that she was ready and he nodded, slowly rocking his hips against her.

He felt just as good as she expected when she daydreamed about their sacret encounter, sick in her bed that was not moving in sync with the boy's thrusts. Her clouded eyes kept drifting over his body, from the sight of his abdomen muscles contrasting each time he pushed himself further against her, to his face, trying to take in all the emotions he felt. A smile crept on her lips and she lifted herself up to hungrily kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His taste felt intoxicating, only increasing her animalistic need for him as she forced his lips to part and explore his wet cavern with her forked tongue.

She left him little to no air to breathe, too occupied with the ecstasy ripping through her system each time he slammed his shaft into her. Her fingers ran through his short dark hair and tugged on the roots as she occasionally moaned in his mouth. They stopped at the fabric wrapped around his head and covering his eyes so she went out of her way to take it off. However, before she could do that, Kenshi took a hold of her wrist to stop her. "I don't think that's the best idea. They're covered for a reason" He breathed out with a grimace on his face.

"I've seen worse, besides, you don't have eyes and I don't have a hand. It almost feels like we've been built for each other" She answered sarcastically, causing him to giggle and let her slip the bandana off of him. She let her fingertips trail over the scars covering his eyelids and trace the damaged skin while she pressed little kisses on the side of his face. The demon cherished him like a treasure that could disappear at any moment so she held him even closer as if to make sure that he wouldn't leave. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me" He said in a heated whisper while his hips frantically thrusted against her.

She couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief as she'd never heard anybody say this to her before. In the past, she was the opposite of his words, taking away other people's lives and only causing pain. She grew up to believe that she could do no good, let alone make someone truly happy. The boy was slowly changing her, making her feel emotions that she thought were long gone. Now, she wasn't just fucking him for the pleasure, she really felt like she was making love to a person who cared for her and wanted to protect her. Each caress against her skin, each kiss and word of affection created a warm feeling in her chest that made her feel emotional to the point where she might start crying in a second.

Vesper could sense her eyes starting to swell and tears forming in their corners so she blinked a few times, trying to get rid of them and not look weak in front of her partner. Instead, she attempted to focus on the buzzing euphoria in her system each time her insides were penetrated by the man's member. By this time, he was sliding in and out of her with no effort, only adding to the approaching climax both of them awaited. Her body felt as if it was set on fire, not knowing if it was because of his continuous thrusts or the fever but she couldn't care at that moment.

Her fingers clawed at his back as he sucked her neck, feeling his muscles tense underneath his skin. Eventually, the demon couldn't take it anymore and reached her finish, instinctively biting hard on his shoulder to the point where her fangs drew blood but damn, it felt satisfying. Kenshi growled in pain but didn't scold her, too busy chasing his own release and drunk with the feeling of her walls tightly hugging him. It didn't take long for him to end either and he swiftly pulled out of her before painting her stomach with his fluid, trying to catch his breath as he hovered over her.

"Shit, that was not bad" Vesper commented after a while and the man smiled and laid himself on the mattress next to her. "If this will keep you in bed and rest now, then I'm glad that I helped" He said and started playing with her long hair, lazily twirling them between his digits. "No way I'm getting out of here till morning, you as well" She smirked and wrapped her arms and legs around his body and pressed her face to his chest, ready to resist if he showed any signs of protest. "Dinner won't make itself, honey" The boy sighed but couldn't bring himself to push her off of him, not just because he felt tired but also because everything felt so peaceful at the moment.

He was still coming down from his high and having her so close to him felt too soothing to let go. Nothing bad would happen if he stayed like this for a few more minutes. Vesper didn't say anything snarky anymore and just listened to his calming heartbeat while her finger traced the bite mark on his shoulder, smearing the blood over his skin before taking it in her mouth. It tasted different than usual blood, sweeter to be exact. She did feel sorry for hurting him but she didn't regret biting him. At least everyone will know who he belonged to now.

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