#and also she’s still recovering from the ‘i fucked and pissed off a goddess’ conversation so she’s probably thrilled

[lazylittledragon]

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT MAMA DEKARIOS'S REACTION WAS WHEN SHE FOUND OUT CYRA WAS PREGNANT :000000 her boy is about to be a dad i think she would lose her entire shit

I THINK YOU’RE PROBABLY RIGHT

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #galemance #dadkarios #morena dekarios #this one is written in my notes as ‘she kisses gale’s entire face then hugs cyra so hard she nearly snaps her in half’ #i think. she is a very put together sophisticated woman #but she also raised a man who threatens to blow himself up at the slightest inconvenience #so she’s also a bit. explosive #and also she’s still recovering from the ‘i fucked and pissed off a goddess’ conversation so she’s probably thrilled #cyra and morena on their way to the stormshore tabernacle to fuck her up #also she absolutely digs out all of gale’s tiny socks for them

[startedwellthatsentence]

World War Tortall

Oh god, hearing Ozorne’s plans for taking over Tortall and the Copper Isles and Scanra and the Yamani Isles is TERRIFYING. And now I really want to know why he never does it — the whole timeline. Because all of the moves Carthak makes for the next like 13 years are quiet and underhanded — we know the “pirates” from Carthak are hardly that, but his plan seems solid and yet we never see it executed.

His plan, as he laid it out: take the Copper Isles, then use that position to take Tortall, then use all of THAT to take the Yamani Isles and Scanra.

He doesn’t know it yet because it’s happening almost literally simultaneously with his conversation with Arram, but a Jimajen princess is currently attacking Tortallan nobility with a fucking battle axe. The Copper Isles’s government is hanging on by a fucking thread for the next 20 years, and they’ve just made an enemy of a powerful country as well. Carthak is huge and has much more resources than the Copper Isles — and arguably Tortall. A rapid enough assault of the Copper Isles (followed later by killing the luarin nobility and shipping off most of the raka slaves to Carthak and replacing them with Carthaki slaves) could be accomplished before Tortall could make a decision re: “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”, much less before they could send the navy out to the Copper Isles.

After that, although he ultimately planned to take Scanra as well, Orzone could have easily made a deal with Maggur to take Tortall on three fronts — the south across the inland sea, the west from the Copper Isles, and the north from Scanra. Tortall is still recovering from famine and drought — financially if not agriculturally — and was getting hell from Scanra not 10 years later when they only had to barely use their navy for support. Carthak would have ground troops in the south within weeks, Tortall would have a split army in the north and south with a fucking DESERT in the middle that takes 2-3 weeks to cross with supplies. Tusaine would probably support Carthak, Tyra and Galla would stay out of it (I can maybe see Tyra helping Tortall, but not, like, a LOT, even proportionate to its size), and even Yamani reinforcements on the west coast wouldn’t be too great of a help, with them keeping 60% of their navy at home to defend their own islands, and them not knowing the Tortallan coast like the Carthaki “pirates” do by this point.

This would force Numair into action much sooner, but Daine is EIGHT when Orzone is crowned, a wild little girl in the middle of nowhere in a country that’s staying out of it for now. She probably doesn’t even know there’s a war going on, and she hasn’t made a name for herself enough yet that any gods except her dad probably know she exists.

There’s the question of the gods themselves. The Great Mother Goddess obviously has her chosen one in Tortall, so might take a side, but that’s not guaranteed — she’s pretty aloof with Alanna even when she’s actively helping her. Mithros, iirc, has never shown a position in favor of or against any of the countries in the series. Kyprioth is probably PISSED at this point, especially because his two last hopes have probably been executed (in the very least are in hiding in the jungle or hidden as babies/slaves somewhere), but that also means he doesn’t have any power to draw from. The Graveyard Hag might be pissed at Orzone in general, but I don’t think she’d go against her own people as a whole just to stop him if he’s already made it this far into the fight.

The straight up Carthak-vs-Tortall part of the fight is interesting because of the balance — an Emperor Mage with little actual fighting experience, vs a Mage King who knows war but never truly studied magic, especially not nearly to the extent Orzone has by the end of Tempests and Slaughter. There’s also the City Of The Gods vs the University of Carthak, but from what we’ve seen in the novels so far, the City Of The Gods doesn’t seem to be part of Tortall so much as incidentally located in Tortall, whereas the University is very much a part of Carthak (helps of course that it’s in the capital instead of on a mountain in the middle of fucking nowhere). The one difference here is the Dominion Jewel, but again, using that ONCE for an attack that was concentrated solely in the capital left the country in ruins for years, and Carthak has nearly unlimited resources before you count the extra ones from the Copper Isles and Scanra.

I haven’t read any of the books except Tempests and Slaughter, and the Aly books for the 70th time, and the first half of A Spy’s Guide for nearly 10 years, so my memory of the geopolitics might be a little rusty, but honestly Orzone’s plan sounds so solid. I don’t know why he didn’t go through with it. (Imma have to reread the Daine books again now, I haven’t reread them since high school.)

#tamora pierce #tempests and slaughter #tortall #tempests and slaughter spoilers

[ilovemesomekillianjones]

Accidentally My Ass - Part 2

Part two of Accidentally My Ass, requested by @kmomof4 looks at things from Killian's point of view on their first date after the “Original Swan-Jones Merger” Thanks for the prompt mama!! Rated M. Part one of this story was inspired by this post and prompt from @xemmaloveskillianx This chapter is unbeta'd. Also on ao3 and ffnet  

Killian looked into the mirror again, straightened his tie, and checked the buttons on his jacket once more. His brother and friends always gave him shit about the amount of time he spent primping. It wasn’t that he was vain, but who didn’t want to look their best? Especially for a night out with Emma Swan. He looked himself up and down as the blonde goddess passed through his mind. “This is all wrong, mate,” he mumbled to himself, then proceeded to strip down to his boxer briefs and find a new ensemble for the evening. Good thing he’d given himself two hours when he’d started his preening. Looking at his phone he saw that he had exactly forty-five minutes left to finish and get to Emma’s doorstep.  

From the moment Killian had seen Emma Swan he’d wanted her body, from the moment he’d met her, he’d wanted more. He’d pled with Liam, to add a stipulation to the upcoming merger. He even enlisted his brother’s wife, Elsa, to convince Liam to implement this new stipulation... Killilan would be brought on to the merged team as part of the business contract for a time no less than six months.

Checking himself one last time, and deciding he now looked devilishly handsome, he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door. He wondered what deliciousness she would be wearing tonight, thinking back on that sinful red dress.

When he’d seen Emma up in her office window the night of the merger celebration, the lines of her dress hugging every curve, the outline of her perfect breasts taunting him, his cock had stirred. It wasn’t the first time he’d been affected so instantaneously by this gorgeous lass either. He’d slapped on his smoothest smile and given her a debonair wave of his hand for her to join the party. Her almost imperceptible nod had his heart racing.

He’d quickly excused himself from the conversation he’d been half listening to and headed straight to the bathroom; he’d splashed cold water on his face in an effort to tamp down his desire. The more he tried to sway his thoughts elsewhere though, the more she invaded his senses. He’d been plagued or blessed, he couldn’t quite decide, with fantasy upon fantasy invading his mind nightly, for weeks by this point. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t woken during the night stroking his already rock hard length, images of her riding him or sucking him off driving him until his chest was covered in his release. “Fuck,” he muttered, stepping away from the sink and into the stall. Unfastening his trousers he pulled them down just enough to take himself in hand. It wouldn’t do to have a raging erection while trying to maintain a conversation with her. One moment he had been planning to jerk off as quickly as possible, and the next moment he was entertaining thoughts of how to get Emma to be the one to make him come. Before thinking twice he was snapping a picture of his dick held firmly in his grasp, and sending it to Emma. If she got pissed he’d say it was an accident; what could go wrong?

As he awaited a response, slowly stroking himself, lucid thoughts started to fill his head… the one with the actual brain. Fuck, what if she gets seriously pissed? What if she tells Liam? Sexual harassment… shit! What if-

E: Come up to my office

Bloody Hell. I’ve done it now.

E: Please

She’s going to fire me, sue me, cancel the merger, then kill me… Fuck! He started to type an apology, then deleted it, then he started to type an excuse, and deleted that as well. What could he say?

Tucking himself away, he stuck his phone in his pocket, and washed his hands. Scrutinizing himself for the depravity of his last choice, he chastised himself for not keeping it in his pants. Whether he meant the phone or his dick, he wasn’t sure; and at this point did it even matter? Exiting the bathroom he’d walked toward his imminent demise.

Killian came out of his reverie as he  pulled up outside the house matching the address she’d texted him. Walking up the path to her door he took a deep breath, not sure why he was nervous. Why was the act of communicating intimately so much harder than physical intimacy? He knocked softly on her door, just as he had at her office.

“Come in!”

He heard her yell from inside, and his first thought was that he hoped to be coming in her tonight. He slapped a hand over his eyes and dragged it down his face. Fuck! You have got to get your head right, mate, he mentally scolded his baser sided mind.

“I’ll be out in a few, make yourself comfortable.”

“Okay, don’t rush,” he called back. He removed his leather jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat before taking a seat in her living room. “Good taste,” he mumbled to no one in particular when he noticed her choice in couch, black leather to be specific, matched his own. He sat back and made himself comfortable, and like always, when left to his own devices, thoughts of Emma filled his mind.

He’d entered with his eyes trained on the floor after she’d called him in. After closing the door softly behind him he turned around and chanced a look toward her desk. She was behind it standing at a credenza with her back to him and he couldn’t help himself, this was possibly the last time he’d be able to ogle her delectable backside. He felt himself stirring to life again and decided it was in his best interest to have a seat quickly, lest he greet her with a phallic salute.

“Know why I called you in here?”

Fuck me, he’d thought, right to the point then. “Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?” “Accidentally?”

He weighed his option as he read her tone, she’d almost sounded disappointed.

“Well, yes, I have no wish to be fired.” He held his breath as he waited to see if she bought it. Eyes still downcast he noticed her feet come into view as she walked around to the front of her desk. He could smell her now, and fuck if he wasn’t getting harder. She was a vision to behold as his eyes roamed every inch of her, starting with her stiletto clad feet and moving upward. He wanted to run his tongue along the path his eyes were taking, and couldn’t help himself as his tongue darted along his bottom lip, she was positively mouth watering. He bit down on his lip as her breasts came into view, he wanted to mark them, bite and work them.

“You thought I called you up here to fire you?”

Well, hadn’t she? He couldn’t help as his eyes shot to hers trying to get a read on her mood, was she insulted, angry, disgusted? He felt hotness flood his cheeks when he realized she was watching him as he’d been eye fucking her. Yup, definitely getting shit canned, he thought.

“Sorry, Em- Ms. Swan. I uh, you look lovely tonight,” he stuttered over his every word, and scratched behind his ear. He internally rolled his eyes at himself, she’s seen your dick, and you’re embarrassed she caught you staring shamelessly.

“Thank you, but please, call me Emma.”

“Ok, Emma.” Maybe she wasn’t as pissed as he thought? Bloody Hell! The shiver that wracked her body caused her nipples to strain against the fabric of her dress and-

“Accidentally my ass.”

He smirked at the fire in this tough lass, he knew she was a feisty one, and gods he only wanted her more because of it.

“Knew it!”

Well this was an unexpected development, the look in her eyes said she might want him almost as much as he wanted her. “Well now that you know it, what are you going to do about it,” he’d challenged.  

He watched as her hand shot to her mouth, hmmm she must not have intended to say that aloud. She recovered quickly this fiery minx, asking him in return, “I don’t know, what do you think I should do about it?”  He was barely able to catch the groan from escaping his throat but needed to adjust himself, he was painfully hard at this point. Before he had a moment to assimilate a response she’d hauled him up and her soft lips were pressed to his, her warm wet tongue on his…

He was broken from his titillating train of thought as his phone chimed with an incoming text. Opening the message absentmindedly he was caught off guard by the image that stared back at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to make it through dinner like this?” he muttered, adjusting himself once more. Emma was leaned on her dresser, one hand propping up her chin, and the other held her phone to snap a selfie in her mirror, her decolletage was on full display at the angle she was leaning and she had a sultry pout on her full lips. He stared at the photo helplessly, trying to restrain himself from marching to her room and having his wicked way with her. His phone went off again.

E: I need help with my dress

E: Please

Killian Jones did not have to be told twice. He was on his feet and headed down the short hallway in the blink of an eye. Pushing open the first door he came to, he found an empty office, the next door was a bathroom. Third time’s the charm, he thought as he pushed open the third door, and there she stood in the center of her room. She had her back to him and the zipper to her black leather dress was undone down to the swell of her ass.

“I can’t seem to get my zipper to cooperate,” she said breathily, looking at him over her shoulder, “give me a hand?”

Killian gulped as he approached her. “You look irresistible this evening, Swan,” he spoke into her ear when he reached her. He grasped the material of her dress below the zip holding it firmly, then started to pull up the zipper.

“Then don’t resist,” Emma whispered, wrapping her hands behind her to still his. She pulled his hands around her waist, pressed her body into his, and rested her head back on his shoulder.

“Emma,” he moaned, “I thought you were going to let me take you out to dinner, on a proper date?”

“I am, I just thought we might start with dessert,” she answered pushing her ass into his groin. “Mmm someone is ready.”

Once again, Killian didn’t need to be told twice. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply before sucking at her soft skin. She tasted divine as he kissed and licked up her neck, when he got to her ear, he bit down on her lobe and thrust his hips against her supple backside, “Dessert it is, darling.”

Emma whirled around in his arms, threw hers around his neck and jumped on him wrapping her legs tightly around his body. She felt his hands grasp her ass to hold her against him as she attacked his mouth, “I’ve been waiting all week for this,” she panted between kisses. “Having to see you at the office all day and not being able to have you is like some form of torture.”

He pulled back to look at her. “Why didn’t you just call me up to your office? Still afraid I’ll sue?” he chuckled.

Emma laughed heartily, “No, but we do have actual work to get done, how would we accomplish that if we spend our days fucking?”

“Fair point, I guess we’ll just have to make up for it now.” He took the couple steps to her dresser and sat her on it. He slowly dragged the straps of her dress down her shoulders, ghosting his fingers along her upper arms. Killian loved how her skin responded to his touch, he loved Emma’s every response to his touch. “Do you even own a bra, Swan?”

“Many, I just choose not to wear them when I know you’re going to be ravishing me,” she purred, carding her fingers through his hair.

“Are you calling me a sure thing?”

“Do you really have to ask?” she laughed again. “As much as I love that accent of yours, I have other ideas for your mouth right now, Jones.”

“Do tell,” he growled. Biting down on his lip he waited for her to say or show him just what she wanted. Her breasts were bare before him, and he ached to love them, but instead busied his hands by running them strongly up and down her thighs.

Emma grabbed a fistful of Killian’s hair and guided him to her aching chest. He didn’t hesitate to take a mouthful, sucking hard, then laving his tongue across her nipple. Her moan of appreciation had his cock twitching involuntarily. Bringing his hand to her other breast he massaged her gently then pinched her hardened nipple tightly.

He hummed against her, sending a jolt of pleasure along her spine. Emma still had one hand gripped in his hair, and the other clawed at his shoulder desperately. She’d been so ready for him that he had her on the edge already and he hadn’t even so much as grazed her core. “Killian,” she breathed out. “Oh fuck, that feels so good!” She ripped his head away from her chest and up to her mouth once more to kiss him soundly.

“Why’d you stop me then?” he asked against her mouth.

Emma looked into his eyes after pulling out of the kiss. “I have a bed here, and I fully intend to use it tonight.”

Killian looked toward the bed, neatly made, covered in black and white. Looking back at Emma he picked her up once more and carried her over to the bed. He set her down gently in front of the bed then finished undressing her, which consisted of pulling the little leather number the rest of the way down her body.  “Commando? You are naughty, Swan,” he playfully scolded her.

“I knew they’d be soaked before we ever left my place, so why bother?” Emma sat down at the edge of the bed, she leaned back on her hands so her chest pushed forward, and  spread her legs for him to see the effect she had on him.

“Fuck, lass, I love it when you tell me your secrets.” Killian shrugged his waistcoat off and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, then tossed it aside. He stepped into the space between her legs and leaned down to kiss her. Grabbing her hands from the bed he brought them to his belt. “Undress me, Emma.”

Her eyes had been glued on the bulge in his pants as she’d made ready to strip him bare, but her eyes shot to his when she heard his gravelly command. She shivered at the dark look in his eyes. Emma did as he said, starting by unbuckling his belt. Next she set to work on the buttons of his black jeans, she teased a little as she popped each button in an excruciatingly slow fashion, making sure to graze his length repeatedly. When he was unfastened she fisted the waistband by his hips and yanked them down. Emma’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock jutting proudly against his pelvis. She wrapped her hand around him, and stroked him delicately, “What do you want, Killian?”

“I want your filthy little mouth, love.”

“Then tell me,” she repeated her words from their last tryst, “tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Killian slid his hand along her cheek, then ran his thumb along her lower lip pulling it down slightly. “Suck my cock, Emma.”

She smiled mischievously and cocked her eyebrow as she licked her lips. She continued to pump him lightly while using her other hand to move his hand from her cheek into her hair. “Hold on,” she told him, then took him into her warm wet mouth.

Killian jumped a little as she closed her mouth around him and his breath caught deep in his throat. He tightened his fist in her hair instinctually, but refrained from plunging deep.

Emma set a leisurely pace, one hand at his base to help where she couldn’t reach just yet, and one caressing his balls. If this was eliciting the fuckhot noises she was getting off on, she couldn’t wait to hear him when she swallowed him whole. She removed her hands from him and slid them around to his ass squeezing his cheeks before pulling him roughly into her mouth.

“Fuck!” he hissed. Her mouth was incredibly warm and pliant, forming perfectly around him.

The grip he had in her hair was pleasurably painful and as she looked up at his face she saw his eyes squeezed shut. She paused in her ministrations waiting for him to open them and look at her. When he did just that she made sure to keep eye contact with him as she started in again. She pulled him in deeper on each pass until finally he hit the back of her throat; she swallowed around him, taking him into her throat, breathing raggedly through her nose.

“Emma, fucking hell, stop love,” he cried out desperately.

Emma immediately backed off, she knew he was ready to come, she also knew he didn’t want to just yet, so she obeyed. It was incredibly liberating to let Killian call the shots.   

“Up, scoot up on the bed.”

Emma scooted up and laid down, waiting for him to tell her what was next.

Crawling next to her Killian laid down at her side. “That was very bad form Swan, trying to make me come before you have.”

“I know you’re good for it,” she giggled. Emma turned on her side to face him, “Seriously, I know you’ll never leave me wanting.” She reached between them to take him in hand again.

He grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head before she could grip his throbbing cock again. “That is not the point at all; ladies first is the point,” he whispered against her mouth before kissing her soundly. Killian captured her other hand and pinned it above her head with the other one. He held both of her hands with one of his and brought his free hand between her legs. He stroked her folds feeling her wetness coating every part of her. “For me?” he asked against her lips.

Emma nodded her head while looking into his deep blue eyes. “All for you, Killian, because of you.”

He growled his approval against her mouth as he continued to kiss her while he rubbed her wetness over her clit. “Spread your legs more,” he told her. As soon as she’d done as bid he surged two fingers into her entrance. Her breathy moans fueled him, and he set a fast pace.

“I love that sound,” Emma whispered.

“Which one, love?”

“The sound of skin against wet skin, the sound your fingers make as they fuck me. It’s the same sound when I’m alone, when I fuck my fingers thinking of you.”

Killian inhaled sharpy, “You’ll be the death of me yet if you continue to tell me these delightful secrets of yours.”

“It feels so much better when it’s you,” she panted as he continued, “so good.”

“I’m going to make you come like this Emma.”

“Yes, Killian,” she moaned desperately.

Killian sped up just that little bit more and deftly hooked his fingers inside her heat, causing her to see stars and cry out loudly. “Come, Emma,” he gritted out, “you are so bloody gorgeous when you come, show me.”

Her body tensed at his words, the perfectly navigated rhythm of his strokes, his thumb on her clit, his panting breath on her chest between kisses, and the restraint of her hands were the perfect combination, and she came hard. Feeling so blissfully out of control, this orgasm was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her body convulsed and her clit felt like it was bursting with energy. She gasped for air as he continued to stroke her through it. “Fuck, Killian… that was…”

“I know love, there’s something to be said for relinquishing control every now and then,” he smirked.

“Don’t be cocky,” she playfully admonished.

Killian let go of her hands and smiled when she immediately wrapped them around his neck and pulled herself into him. Killian brushed her hair off of her forehead, and leaned in to kiss her softly.

Emma hummed at the deliciousness of his gentle kisses, it felt nice to be cared for after an earth shattering orgasm. She kissed him back intent on making him feel as good as she did.

“Emma?” Killian spoke her name softly then waited for her answer.

She looked at Killian, taking in his expression. It was the expression that made her wonder just how much he wanted from her. That question always led to her wondering just how much she wanted to give him… she couldn’t think of much she didn’t want to give him. She was going on a date with him, she’d allowed him in her home, and into her bed. These were all new frontiers for Emma Swan. “Yes?”

“May I…”

She waited patiently for him to continue. For all they’d seen of each other, and done to each other, she found it endearingly cute when he displayed little moments of nervousness. She nodded her head slightly, trying to silently let him know he could say anything to her.

“Oh shit! We have a reservation, what time is it?” he asked.

“What?” Emma asked at the sudden change. She looked down at him, still hard. “What about you? That’s not going to be comfortable through dinner.”

“I’ll live lass, I know you’re good for it,” he teased her with her words.

“Are you calling me a sure thing?” she followed suit, tossing out his words from earlier.

“Do you really have to ask?” he chuckled, cocking his eyebrow.

Emma pounced on him suddenly, propelling him onto his back. Smiling at him she kissed his mouth roughly then pulled back. “Let me take care of you baby, or I’m going to have a hard time concentrating on dinner.” Scooting down his body Emma had him in her mouth again and coming embarrassingly quickly.

“Fuck, Emma, that mouth is magical,” he panted trying to recover.

“I know,” she answered, grinning widely, “no mess. Come on,” she urged, pulling him by his hand to get up off the bed.

“Oi! Give a man a second to recoup after draining his life force, lass!”

Emma just giggled, then got up to get dressed. Despite her misgivings on relationships she was actually excited to sit down and get to know Killian.

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