May I get some elaboration on this, good sir? I require it for scientific purposes -that anon
I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE BOYS 🤭🤭💖💖💖
ok ok so. basically. we know how risotto is sporting that attire with the harnesses and exposed chest right? doesn’t that just scream bdsm to you? and not only that, i did some further thinking and came to the thought of it being ironic if he didn’t even Know what bdsm and all that other stuff was- he just thought it was interesting fashion and he would just,,, wear it to wear it, right?
then i did some more thinking and was like, “what if that intimidating cold personality of his was sort of a front he put up for his job?” bc obviously he’s going to need that iron fist over his group to make sure everything is in control. but the moment, he doesn’t have to keep up that demeanor and he’s just at a bar with the others of la squadra celebrating some big event or smth, he’s actually rather shy. he’s a lightweight who can’t handle heavy liquor so he’s always the sober designated driver for everyone. sits alone, doesn’t talk to anyone [probs scares anyone who might talk to him away w his rbf anyway], and he’s just,,, there.
that is….. until u ofc….. the reader…. our main man, our main boye……
you manage to slide in, talk him up real nice and his pale skin is already flushed. he’s never had anyone talk to him like that, let alone flirt, so he’s just sitting there,,, a little stunned but very much into it. you order him a couple drinks, to which he drinks much to his own surprise and as the night passes, hes flirting back with you, even more than you were. the liquor is making him bold, and risotto could care less now because he’s simply infatuated your voice and touches. things happen, one thing leads to another, and you’re both in the private bathrooms, touching all up on each other. ris quite frankly sucks at kissing at first, but gets real into it over time. you start getting touchy with him, slipping your hands into his pants— until he stops you.
his deep, raspy voice all whimpery and soft as he whispers out, “t-this is my first time… p-please… please take it slow…” his face is all red and he’s avoiding eye contact with you, but its clear that he’s painfully hard in his pants, thighs rubbing together… he clings on you to keep you close, making it clear he wants more despite not knowing what to do next.
well……. what happens next is up to ur imagination LMFAO
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Baldur's Bounties: Nicknames
At any point in life, one was given a nickname. It may be a shortening of a name, or perhaps it described something. That something could be of anything: circumstances, personalities, a moment in time, the body, favorites... Weichei contemplated the ones he has accrued over his lifetime and ones for his companions.
Weichei has been compared to a star before. He was not like the sun, something gentler. But he was not like the moon, something not so melancholic. The bright freckles on his cheeks had earned him the nickname of Starcheeks by Einar Cadmus, the paladin who gave it all up for music. His penchant for cannons and explosions earned him the name Starburst by Relentless Makatza, the gunslinger grandpa.
His partners don’t really use the star nicknames from their own language (stellino, sternchen), using his love of cherries and his family nickname. ‘Cheri’ was typically called sweetly, fondly; but he could remember the calls of exasperation and shrill shrieks. ‘Mauschen’, the little mouse of his family. He was so small compared to his absolute giants of his family, and his ever moving inquisitive ears.
But for some reason, ‘Starlight’ slips out of his lips terribly easy for the vampire spawn of the camp. Astarion, little star in elven. Star was an obvious nickname, but for some reason, Starlight, was the one that left his lips. Wyll can take calling Astarion ‘Star’ or ‘my star’.
He can remember when he first called Astarion that, it earned quite an inquisitive look. It was like seeing the stages of grief on that pale face, but not those exact emotions. Then, a bit of a forceful bark of a laugh. “That’s cute darling.”
Then he kept calling him that throughout the adventure, earning some teasing queries from the other companions. He honest to gods don’t know why it came to him so easily, but nicknames were just also a 2nd nature to him. Damon was Dage (his big brother), Dalmond, Macadamon. Lor was just lengthening it and making the names just as ridiculous. Asperitas was Peri, Pear. Volna was Voli, Vol, Spines. Beaulieu was Beau, Bear. Damiano was Dame (either sayings), ex-husband/exie/my mistake (an extremely funny explanation), dancer. Vierna was Vie, Vienna. Yasdia was Ya-ya, Yazzy. Temerity was Mer, always Mer.
His new companions also had nicknames, though some may be kept to himself.
Lae’zel was Lae, Zel, Lae’bel. Though, he’s not sure she’d be too keen with the nickname Toad being said familiarly. Suddenly, his heart ached at the memory of sharing custody of a frog and toad with Voli. They named them Missile and Toad respectively, especially fitting when Vetleviola came along.
Shadowheart was Orchid, Doe, Heart. He does shorten it to Shart from time to time in his journal. He’s sure she’d be appalled and punch his arm for it.
Wyll… bill… Duck, he landed with duck, and it stuck. The warlock hearing his reasoning admitted it was silly, but then when he explained that it also meant “dear” or “darling”, he softened.
Karlach was harder to pin, having drawled out Karl. Lackey could be seen crossed out heavily in his journals. Fireball could be used, or perhaps comet. He’s working on it, maybe Chath (drow elvish for fire) would work.
Gale took some doing. They have been calling each other bookie, for their love learning and infodumping when allowed. He could see the wizard be an Eres-blessed, majorly at that. He could’ve been Eres’ Passion, and perhaps that’s why he called him Iris.
Halsin was Hal or Bear. He did remind him of Beau, he has seen large elves before. He married Beau, and his Vaddy was built like a tank. Though in his sleepy state, he has called the wood elf Sisi.
Jaheira reminded him of a grandmother, Oma slipping easily from him. She could complain and argue she was not that old, but she holds Joma close. She was probably around his parent’s age, maybe a little older. He’s also called her Heira, she doesn’t make as much fuss.
He’s told the group the whole splattering of names he’s been given. Weichei had become Weich, Cher, Cheri, Cherry, Cherries, T’puuli, Cher bear, Little Whistle, Silver Silence, maus, mauschen, little maus, triel, little triel, starcheeks, starburst, son, Batty, pup, puppy, little bat. And more he couldn’t quite recall. He’s lived 250 years, made so many friends across the trade, taught so many.
He wondered, if the others were jealous of the type of life he’s lead. Out of everyone, he didn’t have a terribly tragic past, an abuser in his life. He’s grown up poor and constantly moved in a trade considered dangerous, but those were circumstances. His deity was quite different from the others, well the pantheon overall from his home was vastly different. They actually listened, but some do have iffy times with responses. As Eres’ passion, he was granted the blessing to be able to talk with his goddex often. Though, because the pantheon was different here, he needed a magic source to even be strong enough to get a signal.
He’s been called “my passion, passion” before, but that’s because he was chosen to be that. But hearing it fall from Gale’s lips did leave a warmth in his chest, a twinkle in his eye. Wyll took the various forms of Cheri, the familiarity just felt comforting as he leaned into the man. Astarion kept using “darling”, but that was kinda for everyone. But, he has taken to calling him mouse, finding it quite amusing especially after learning why.
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