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oliwrites · 9 months

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could u pls do a sex pollen/potion with loki but the reader and loki are like bsfs in love and they don’t realize it until like afterward??? thank u and i hope ur doing well🫶

Freyja’s Flower

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: 90% smut 10% fluff

summary: you are observing a foreign flower from alfheim, but when you’re about to finish up for the night, the flower emits a powder in your face

warnings: SMUT! (18+), sex pollen, masturbation (f), unprotected piv (wrap it if you tap it), dirty dirty thoughts, mutual pining, loki being a smartass

A/N: here is my official attempt on a sex pollen fic! i hope you all enjoy! if you don’t please don’t tell me bc i probably won’t care (sorry not sorry)

word count: 2.5k

You were currently occupying Bruce’s lab while the rest of the Avengers went out on another mission. Bruce had told you to continue the research and observations on the foreign plants you and the team collected on the last mission. Loki, your best friend, was sitting on a table behind you and pestering the living shit out of you.

“Loki if you don’t shut the fuck up in the next 2 seconds, I swear I will sew your mouth shut,” You grumbled, trying to translate the Old Nordic written out on the page.

Your eyes scanned page 64 of Nordic Flowers once more:

Blomst av Begjær (Freyja’s Blomst)

Blomsten av Begjær, eller som mer kjent som Freyja’s Blomst. Er en blomst som produserer en pollen som spirer ut når blomsten føler seg i fare. Når blomsten kommer i kontakt med en person, kan personen begynne å føle feberish, svimmel og spent. Blomsten finnes vanligvis i Alfheims felt og har en oransje for å rosa fargetone på kronbladene og en gul stamme.

“Lokes, care to translate this for me?” You spoke up after giving up on attempting to translate the page.

“I thought you wanted me to stay quiet,” Loki quipped back, not getting off the table and assisting you with your research.

“Loki help me before I kick your ass,” You spat. You heard Loki snicker behind you before getting up and reading the page over your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but blush at the close distance between you and the Nordic God. You would never admit it, but you had fallen in love with him about 2 years back when he took care of you when you were ill. He was a true gentleman and a good friend. Not to mention that he’s good looking too.

He has long, wavy black hair that reached his clavicles, alabaster skin with beautiful green eyes that occasionally had a twinge of gray. His nose was long and defined and had cheekbones so sharp, that you were convinced you could cut yourself on them if you weren’t careful. His thin, pink lips were always curled up into a mischievous smirk, which showed off his perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.

His body was lean, but had a pop of muscle. His triceps always bulged out and strained against the sleeves of any of his shirts. His pectorals were defined and his abs were chiseled to perfection. Your mouth always watered when his gym shirt would stick to his torso from the sweat, because you could see every inch of muscle on that man.

He hummed behind you, bringing you back to reality. He observed the page and you watched as his piercing green eyes flicked among the words written on the page. You then dragged your attention to his pink lips, which he was currently wetting with his tongue. You felt a shiver go down your spine as you thought of the sinful things that his tongue could do to you.

“What the actual fuck, dude. He’s my best friend. Snap out of it!” You thought to yourself, shaking away all of unspeakable thoughts as Loki cleared his throat.

“Nothing important, love. It was just explaining what the flower looks like and where you can find it,” Loki smiled softly, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“What’s the name of it?” You asked, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on your face as his soft fingertips grazed your cheek.

“Freyja‘a Flower,” Loki replied simply, “but I think you can do more research on Freyja and her flower tomorrow, it’s getting late and you need your beauty sleep,” Loki continued, pinning you to the lab desk, just to close the book behind you and look you deep in the eyes.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to rip your clothes off, Laufeyson,” You thought to yourself, blushing at your own thoughts.

You tried reaching behind you to grab the book and shuffle away to your room for the night and scream into your pillow for having such an infernal crush on your best friend. However, you miscalculated where you placed the book and accidentally knocked the glass dome Bruce kept the flower in down onto the ground, shattering the glass around it. Loki jumped at the noise, unpinning you from the lab bench to observe what occurred.

“Shit!” You screeched, bending down and grabbing the flower, trying to avoid the thorns that sprouted from the stem.

But before you could place the flower down back on the table. A pink powder like substance sprayed out and puffed in your face. The powder took you by surprise and you began to fall back on ‘impact’ but was quickly caught by the raven haired man behind you.

“Careful, darling girl. Let’s clean you up and get you to bed,” Loki smiled, before taking your hand in his and walking you back to your room.

“Thank you, Loki, but I can walk myself,” You told him, raising an eyebrow.

“I know you can, but I just want to assure myself that you clean up fully. We don’t know what that powder stuff is,” Loki replied, opening the door to your room.

You walked in, Loki following after you. He closed the door and turned back to you. He eyed your blue turtleneck, which was now dusted over with the same pink that matched your face.

“May I?” Loki asked gripping onto the hem of your shirt. You looked up at him, nodding slightly, allowing him to remove your shirt, leaving you in your white bra and black jeans.

Why am I feeling dizzy? Why is it so hot? My room was never this hot before… What is going on?

Thoughts and concerns raced through your mind but was quickly stopped when you were placed on your sink with a warm, damp towel wiping away the pink powder.

“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” You asked warily, grabbing the hand that was being used to wipe your face off.

“It is just you, darling. Perhaps try sleeping in less layers tonight, maybe keep a window open for a cool breeze,” Loki suggested as he shook his hand free and continued to clean you up.

“He’s so gentle. I wonder how gentle he’d be while cleaning up his cum from my— what the fuck??” You began thinking to yourself again. You were shocked at the sudden change in thought. Hell, you were concerned as to why Loki wiping your face off was turning you on so much.

“Gods, I just want him to ram into me until I can’t walk for a week. I don’t know why I can’t just get the courage to jump his bones already,” You thought to yourself, accepting the fact that you’re gonna have dirty thoughts about him.

Once Loki finished cleaning you up, you jumped down from the sink and walked into your bedroom. You cracked open a window to let the night breeze sift into your room and you began to take your pants off.

You didn’t notice Loki’s gaze at your ass as you bent down to take your pants off. He noticed the way your ass curved perfectly or how your underwear covered up too much of you, based on his own personal opinion.

You unclipped your bra, turned around and playfully threw it at Loki, expecting him to dodge away in disgust, like the other men in the Avengers do (based off of what their wives say), but instead he caught it and shoved it in his pocket with a wink.

“I want that back,” You laughed seductively, walking toward your bed, with a little more sway to your hips. You crawled onto your plush mattress on all fours, displaying your ass to the god behind you. Playing with fire, you nonchalantly wiggled your ass before turning around to reveal your perky breasts to him.

“I— uh.. yeah sure we’ll talk… good night,” Loki stuttered with a red blush plastering his cheeks. You giggled as he swiftly turned around and bolted out the door.

Fuck. It was so hot. It felt like you were on fire. The window being opened didn’t help, and neither did removing all blankets from your bed.

Along with the fiery feeling that stretched across your skin, you felt a sharp arousal piercing throughout your body. Your body was aching to be touched, your slickness soaking through your panties and down your thighs. What is going on?

You huffed out a breath and wet your fingers with your saliva, trailing them down your body. Your fingertips barely brushed your clit and you let out a loud moan. You began slowly rubbing the sensitive nub, moaning out to the ceiling of your bedroom.

Your fingers traveled from your nub to your soaking entrance. You dipped in your two fingers and started at a slow and steady pace.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out, ignoring the fact that you just moaned out your best friend's name. Your free hand moved up and tweaked your nipples, causing you to arch your back.

You pictured that your hands were Loki’s. His tongue traveling down your stomach and to your opening. He’s praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl. He removed his fingers and replaced it with his cock, thrusting into you hastily. He wasted no time to adjust to you as he began to pound into your channel.

You sped up your fingers movement, feeling the tight coil begin to form. You’re almost there.

You began picturing the dirty things he would say to you. How you were his and his alone. How you please him so well. How he loves how tight you were around his cock. How he was gonna cum deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As that last thought coursed through your mind, you released all over your fingers with a shriek. Your hips bucked against your hand as you continued your movements, riding out your high.

Once you came down from your high, you removed your fingers from your core and got up. You elected to take a cool shower and remove all hints of arousal from your body.

After washing yourself and getting out of the shower, a wave of dizziness hit you and you fell to the ground. Heat radiated throughout your body once more and your arousal returned, however this time it was more painful.

“Fuck!” You groaned out in pain and pleasure, you buckled down to the ground from the sudden sharp pain that went through your body, “I need Loki, he’ll know what to do,” You spoke to yourself before grabbing onto the sink and pulling yourself up.

“Loki?” You asked, knocking on his bedroom door. He didn’t answer, so you just walked in, “Loki? I need you to wake up,” I said louder after I closed the door behind me.

“May I be of assistance to you?” Loki asked seductively, leaning up on his elbows laying in bed.

“I need your help…” You say weakly, walking over to his bed, slick wetness gushing out of you as you see your best friend shirtless.

“Let me assume that you’re feeling hot, dizzy, and hot and bothered?” Loki asked, his signature smirk appearing on his face.

“How did you know that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.

“Those are the effects of the flower of lust. Or as I told you, Freyja’s Flower,” he smirked, “I perhaps stretched the truth and said that I knew not of the results of the flower’s powder,” Loki continued.

“Why?” Is all you could say, sitting down on his bed to prevent your knees from buckling beneath you from just the sound of his silky voice.

“Are you really so blind?” Loki asked before smashing his lips to yours. You crawled on top of his lap and grinded on top of the erection that was covered by his duvet.

Loki reached up under your shirt and tweaked at your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, quickly asserting his dominance in the kiss. You grinded deeper to gather more friction.

“Loki… I need you…” You mustered out in a broken moan in between your kiss, your nails raking down his back.

“That you do,” Loki smirked, almost evilly before guiding your hips up and removing the now soaked duvet up and revealing his erection. He took no time on aligning himself and you took even lesser than no time to sink down on him, rellishing at the stretch your pussy had to do to accommodate his size.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” you moan into his neck, bouncing up and down on his cock at a quick pace. He kissed you feverishly to the point where you didn’t even realize he had flipped you over and began ramming into you.

“You’re so… tight, ahh… faen, just like that,” he groaned into your neck, bringing his hand down and toying with your clit. Your back arched at the feeling and you let out an almost pornographic moan as you felt that familiar pressure build up in your core.

“Fuck! Loki! M’close!” You moaned out, biting down on his neck, leaning multiple different hickeys.

“Cum around me, darling… show me how much you— ahh— enjoy the feeling of my cock,” Loki moaned out, sucking air through his teeth as he felt you tighten around him once more, releasing all over him. He followed soon after, spilling his release inside of you.

“Loki…” You groaned out into his neck.

“I’ll be right back, just lay here and recover,” Loki spoke softly before getting up and going into his en-suite bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth, a glass of water, and some grapes and nuts he had conjured up.

“This’ll sting a bit, my love, just relax,” Loki told you, before dabbing the washcloth on your used hold. You winced in pain from the sensitivity, “I know, I’m sorry,” He apologized while continuing to clean you up.

When he finished he magicked away the cloth and picked up the glass of water and the bowl of nuts and grapes.

“Here, eat and drink,” Loki said, handing you the food and drink. You quickly gulped down the water and began picking and eating at the Asgardian candy.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Freyja’s Flower?” You ask eventually, continuing to eat on the food given to you.

“I've wanted to be with you like that for a while now, and I didn’t know the right way of approaching those feelings, so I just did what my mind told me to do, which was to trick you,” Loki sighed, his head hanging down in shame.

“Loki, I’ve wanted the same thing for a while too, but next time instead of making me unbearably horny, just tell me, okay?” You reassured, tilting his chin up so he could look at you.

“Will you please do me the honor and allow me to court you?” Loki asked shyly, a faint pink blush appearing on his cheeks.

“I would love nothing more,”

#loki #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #mcu loki #loki of asgard #loki smut #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki series

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crowfootwrites · 5 months

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Devotion & Diplomacy - Part V

BUCKLE UP, Y'ALL. I have basically been having a nervous breakdown and bothering my partner nonstop about proofing this chapter for me, because I'm so excited to share it with y'all, and the holidays really slowed my roll.

Without further ado, Emrys returns to Cardassia to go toe-to-toe with the Gul-Tar and gets an unexpected surprise!

Tagging, of course, @deepspacedukat, @horta-in-charge, @sleepycat82, @starrynightgardens, and @vreenak 💕

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Read on AO3

Warnings: some briefly mentioned xenophobia; ya'll this chapter is so fucking fluffy | Words: ~2,855

Several Cardassians that Emrys had come to recognize as various heads of state were already gathered around the long, angular conference table when she arrived. They stood gathered in small clusters of dully colored armor, whispering fervently as Emrys strode in, trying to appear calm and confident. She felt the presence of Romar and Varsek behind her, which helped a bit – strength in numbers and all that – but dread settled in her stomach nonetheless, knowing that today’s session would most likely not go well.

Her commanding officers had been downright rigid in their demands of the Cardassians and had given Emrys little room to bargain. She knew that Ziven might find some of this to be actually offensive.

Emrys stood behind her usual seat, waiting for more of her team to arrive. As she glanced past Romar toward the door, a familiar face appeared, and he spotted her just as quickly. The surprise on his face did not dissipate as he strode toward Emrys.

“Lieutenant Commander Beck,” he ventured, extending his hand toward Emrys, “it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“Gul Macet,” Emrys replied calmly, trying to mask her rapidly increasing heart rate – perhaps, wherever Gul Macet is, Glinn Daro should also be… “The pleasure is mine,” she finished with a genuine smile.

“Will you be joining us for this session?” she asked, allowing her curiosity to get the better of her. Macet had never attended any of the previous sessions, and she wasn’t sure of his standing within the Cardassian Union. She bit her tongue to ensure she didn’t ask the questions she really wanted to ask.

“Ah, not for its entirety, thankfully,” he said with a chuckle. “I have been asked to report on our confrontation with the USS Phoenix before this gathering, as the Gul-Tar feels that it may serve as strong evidence that not all of the Federation is interested in building peace with Cardassia.”

Emrys’ smile dropped, but she quickly recovered, schooling her features into a mask of impassivity, despite the anxiety and irritation raging in her chest, wreaking havoc on her empty stomach as bile burned in her gut. The calming warmth of a hand rested on her shoulder and Emrys felt Romar behind her, an ever-present shadow accustomed to steadying her during these sorts of surprises. She took a slow breath, resigning herself to whatever might come, but it seemed that Macet had seen right through her. He took a step closer and, despite Romar tightening his grasp just slightly on Emry’s shoulder, she didn’t back away.

He met her gaze with a slight smirk tugging at his lips, “Don’t worry, my dear. Your Captain Picard and I had a nice chat about Maxwell and how this… incident might impact our attempts at peace. Despite my own personal feelings about Starfleet botching the issue, I am capable of seeing the bigger picture. I will provide the facts as delicately as possible.” Emrys inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement, still working to wrap her mind around what he just said and what he could possibly be getting out of it himself.

As Macet turned away to take his seat near Ziven, he glanced pointedly at Romar’s hand on Emrys’ shoulder before meeting her gaze once again. “Oh, by the way. A certain Glinn of mine has asked after you. I’ll be sure to tell him you’re well.” He sauntered off toward Ziven and an expanding group of Cardassian military leaders as all the breath expelled from Emrys’ lungs.

Her mind whirled with all the new information she needed to process, but the thought of Daro asking about her slowed her thoughts like molasses. Romar, perhaps sensing her distraction, removed his hand and guided her by her sleeve to sit beside him.

“Are you all right, Commander?” The deep greens and browns of Romar’s traditional Vulcan robes swam before Emrys’ unfocused eyes before she managed to snap herself out of her reverie.

“I- yes, I’m fine. I apologize, my mind was elsewhere for a moment,” she muttered.

Romar inclined his head, his eyes not leaving Emrys as she turned to face the remainder of the table.

Only a few moments later, Gul-Tar Ziven rose from his seat. The legs of his chair screeched against the marble flooring, an awful noise that echoed in the chamber, forcing a silence over the room.

“It is my sincere hope that this recess has been restful for all of us, and that we may continue building peace between the Federation and the Cardassian Union with clear and refreshed minds,” he declared. Emrys rolled her shoulders back, shifting back into the necessary headspace for this job.

“Before we return to the points of negotiation introduced during our last session, I feel it important to mention that during our break, the Cardassian Union witnessed the loss of 750 citizens at the hands of the Federation-”

Varsek, seated beside her, rose angrily from his chair, protestations forming on his tongue.

Emrys’ hand shot out to grip his white forearm without leaving her seat. “Sit down,” she ordered, as Varsek turned to stare at her.

After a moment, he yanked his arm from her grasp and sat, grumbling to himself.

Ziven seemed almost amused by this display, continuing on as though nothing had happened. “A Starfleet ship was responsible for unprovoked attacks on two Cardassian vessels, in addition to the destruction of an unarmed science station in the Cuellar system.”

He paused, and Emrys replied from her seat, her palms resting flat on the table before her. A smug grin stretched across his face as he waited for her to say or do something. Perhaps to react like Varsek.

“Excuse me for interrupting, Gul-Tar,” she uttered, keeping her tone even and polite. “I believe that you have invited Gul Macet here today to attest to the events that occurred in the Cuellar and Kelrabi systems. As I was also present with Gul Macet on the Enterprise-” Ziven looked surprised by this information, but held steady “-I would appreciate the opportunity to add my own reporting as well.”

Ziven studied her intently across the table for a moment before clasping his hands behind his back and giving a sharp nod.

“Very well.”

Gul Macet stood and began speaking, detailing the events of the Phoenix incident. To his credit, and Emrys’ unconcealed amazement, he was concise and factual. He stressed the level of involvement that he and his crew had been allowed aboard the Enterprise. He did not seem to be laying blame at the feet of the entire Federation; he emphasized Maxwell’s involvement and even mentioned Picard’s own condemnation of Maxwell’s actions.

When he had finished speaking, he nodded politely at Emrys, but there was something more earnest in his dark eyes, as though he was attempting to show her that he meant what he’d said. He lowered himself back into his chair and Emrys rose in turn.

“Thank you for sharing your experience, Gul Macet. I would only like to add that I am very appreciative of your perspective; it seems that you too understand that ascribing the actions of one, unwell Federation citizen to the entirety of the Federation is both misguided and detrimental to our ongoing treaty efforts.” She gazed meaningfully at the people around her, deliberately making eye contact with Federation citizens and members of the Cardassian Union alike.

“As is evidenced by this particular group of people who have dedicated and sacrificed nearly a year of their lives to forge peace with this Union, I can say with certainty that Maxwell’s conduct is not an accurate reflection of the Federation as a whole.” Emrys took a deep breath, knowing that the next part might not be pleasant. “Additionally, these thinly veiled attempts to breed divisiveness and derail negotiations undermine the work we’ve completed so far - while there is obviously significant discord about particular negotiation points on both sides, the fact remains that our ultimate objective is peace. Let us not forget that we are here to work as a team, to ensure that the violence and destruction of the last 20 years does not continue.”

As she’d spoken, Emrys had noted the uncomfortable shifting of some of the Cardassian leaders; it read almost like guilt, although so far, she’d found that to be a distinctly un-Cardassian emotion. As she resumed her seat, folding her hands slowly in her lap, her gaze met Ziven’s, only to find him glaring at her. Even from the far end of the table, she could see the pulsing of his jaw as he ground his teeth. Perhaps he’d disliked her implication that he was intentionally sowing discord. Emrys attempted to put it from her mind - she’d spoken the truth, and Ziven was in for a great deal of that today.

— — —

Emrys stepped through the main doors of the Central Command building and into the sweltering heat of Imperial Plaza. Although Cardassia wasn’t her favorite of the planets she’d visited, she appreciated the scrubby landscape, and the way both sun and moon light glinted off the tips of the sharp, talon-like spires adorning most of the major architecture. It was especially serene at night, and the gentle drone of whatever insects thrived here reminded her of her own home back on Earth.

Sweat prickled almost immediately beneath the collar of Emrys’ uniform and she rummaged in her bag to find a hair clip. As she glanced up, she spotted a familiar face exiting the War Room building across the plaza and laughed to herself, barely noticing the way her heartbeat sped up.

“Glinn Daro!” she called across the mostly empty square shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

She grinned as he looked up, tracking her voice, a smile of his own stretching across his lips as he spotted her. He changed directions immediately, making his way toward her. As he arrived before her, Emrys hugged him fiercely, glad to see a friendly face after the day she’d had.

“You’re here,” he breathed in amazement, his eyes studying her intently.

Emrys pulled back and smiled up at him, nodding. “It’s good to see you, Daro.”

He nodded his agreement, his hands settling hesitantly on her shoulder blades.

“Are you here for leave?” she asked. "Gul Macet was at the negotiations this morning."

He nodded again. “The Trager is undergoing some extensive repairs, and Gul Macet’s presence had been requested by both the Gul-Tar and at a meeting of the Detapa Council,” he paused, glancing around him cautiously. “With the exarch,” he murmured.

Emrys quirked an eyebrow. “With Pa’Dar?” she whispered, slightly taken aback, her mind already trying to formulate an explanation for the meeting.

Daro nodded again, but his expression conveyed that he had no other information.

She shrugged, quickly becoming unconcerned with Macet’s affairs while Daro stood before her. “Whatever the reason, I’m so very glad to see you.”

"And I, you. Perhaps," Daro began gently, his eyes searching Emrys' for any hint of hesitance, "you would like to join me for dinner this evening in my home? It has been a long while since I've been back on Cardassia and I would enjoy spending time with you."

Emrys didn't attempt to hide the delight that stretched across her face. Her heart fluttered behind her ribcage as she nodded, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy.

"I'd love nothing more," she murmured, smoothing her hand down Daro's forearm to link their hands together.

Daro squeezed her hand and began to lead her out of the plaza and further into the capital city. Given the tensions that still remained between Cardassians and members of the Federation, Emrys hadn't ventured far from Imperial Plaza in any of her stays on the planet. She was glad for Daro's presence - even with him by her side, she caught the harsh glares and mutters of disapproval being sent her way as they made their way down a wide boulevard that headed towards the outskirts of the city. Daro seemed to notice them too, and warmth swelled in Emrys' chest as he pulled her closer against his side and shot withering looks at Cardassians who dared to make their disapproval known. It had been a very long time since Emrys felt the touch of someone else's protectiveness.

Emrys found herself pleasantly surprised as Daro led her towards a well-kept, low-slung apartment building that stretched the length of the block. Like much of the outer city’s landscape, the building’s unassuming sand-colored exterior was dotted with large glass windows, the late afternoon sunlight winking on their surface as Emrys and Daro passed. It was a pleasant distinction from the more overwhelming and intimidating architecture near the capitol buildings, Emrys thought, as Daro guided her up a set of stairs. At the top, he punched a code into the keypad beside a heavy metal door, which hissed open quickly.

Emrys followed him in and gazed wide-eyed at his home – a small living area with an even smaller kitchen attached, and two doors, one open, one closed, leading off the main room. For a moment, Emrys forgot she was even in the capitol, the room around her hearkened so much to the Ithian Forest outside the city walls. Lush plants of every shade, some that Emrys didn’t even recognize, sat on most available surfaces, pops of color vibrant against the tawny walls. There were family pictures and paintings hung on the walls, and a large, overstuffed couch in the center of it all. A desk with a large, attached viewscreen and a precarious stack of PADDs huddled in the corner, Daro’s helmet hanging off the back of its chair.

As Emrys’ gaze returned to Daro’s, she found him looking at her curiously, and smiled. “Your home is lovely,” she assured him. She released his hand to take a step closer to a peculiar-looking plant with turquoise pods all over it.

“I thank you,” Daro replied softly. “Although I cannot take much of the credit. My younger brother also resides here,” Emrys glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow, “but he is currently off-planet,” he finished hastily, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Most of the belongings you see here are his. He resides here permanently, while I am only able to return when my orders allow.” Daro fiddled nervously with the fleshy leaves of a deep purple succulent as he watched Emrys explore his home. “I don’t think I mentioned it before. He teaches ethnobotany at Central University,” he added, explaining the preponderance of plants adorning his apartment.

“That’s fascinating! Is he very much like you?” Emrys asked, making her way back to stand in front of Daro again.

“I find him to be,” he replied with a small shrug. “He can be a bit more methodical, shall we say, but I suppose that’s the scientist in him.”

Emrys rubbed her chin thoughtfully, gazing past her companion. “As a younger sibling myself, I find myself wanting to ask – were you a kind older brother?” she teased.

Daro laughed, and Emrys delighted in the way his face changed as he did so, his eyes gleaming and a light dusting of blue appearing on his chufa. “I like to believe that I was. But I would imagine that my brother might disagree. We were very… rambunctious as children.”

Emrys grinned. “I can believe that.” She glanced around her again. “Either way, it feels very comfortable here.”

“I’m glad you like it. Are you hungry?”

“Quite,” Emrys admitted. “I skipped out on lunch to finalize some points of debate about the Demilitarized Zone.”

Daro’s eyebrow ridges lowered as he studied her critically. “You need to take care of yourself, Emrys. I know that the formation of this treaty is important - but so is your health.”

Emrys studied her shoes, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. She was unused to anyone caring what she did or didn’t do, especially in respect to herself. “I’m just a pawn in all of this. If something happened to me, there would be a list of people they could go down to replace me in these negotiations. I’m not really that important in the grand scheme of things,” she said sheepishly.

The feel of Daro’s palm cupping her cheek brought her gaze back to his. He shook his head softly. “It isn’t just about the negotiations. You are valuable in your work, certainly, but you are so much more than that. Your very existence is important to others, I assure you.”

Losing herself in Daro’s dark eyes, her lips were forming words before she’d even thought about what she was saying. “And… does that include you?”

“Yes,” Daro offered tentatively, his expression focused and unwavering. “That includes me.”

Emrys’ struggled to pull in her next few breaths, the fervor building between them making her feel practically combustible. She knew she couldn’t find the words – she could hardly remember how to breathe under Daro’s heated stare – and she hoped that the Human idiom “actions speak louder than words” would hold true as she stepped up on to her toes and pressed her lips to his.

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #glinn daro #glinn daro x oc #glinn daro x fem!oc #daro star trek #cardassians #i love him your honor #i officially have cardassian brainrot

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Easy Money (Part 2)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Torture, Mind break, Loss of Virginity, Object insertion, Non-con filming.

Author's Note(s): This is one of the lewdest pieces I’ve ever written iml and I apologize my followers for seeing this side of me. It’s just over all Robert being an awful human being.

What exactly went on in the warehouse three years ago. Robert follows the instructions given to him perfectly. But in the end, it still came crashing down. He finds himself stuck and it's beginning to annoy him.

Robert sits in a movie theater. His eyes are glued to the screen. Where two adult actors are currently in the middle of a heated performance. He pumps his shaft to their rhythm. Suddenly someone decides to sit right next to him. A new client. Some greasy geezer. He made small talk of how he was laid off for fondling a fellow employee’s ass. Only to find out that it was actually his new boss. He hands him an envelope stuffed with cash and a photo of the woman. She would be his next target.

A young, pretty thing. Robert couldn’t blame the guy. From what he’d seen in the pictures provided she really did have a fine set on her. But boy, was this guy a huge pervert. His employer had sent him a list of sick demands. An array of porno magazines were provided to give an idea of what he specifically wanted, with everything provided for of course. Pronge is careful to count the bills. From just the amount paid Robert could tell the guy must’ve really hated her. 10k per hour was too good to be true.

Originally posted by euphoricdaydreaming

It was humorous really. These kinds of hits were always made by the quiet ones too scared to do it themselves. All because their fragile ego had been shattered. He couldn’t give less of a shit. At least his pockets would be full for the next few months. After memorizing his soon-to-be target’s route Robert had purchased a tasteless sedative from a dealer who worked with the Italian mob. He would pick her up not too far from the bus stop she’d wait at. Located nearby his ‘shop’.

Robert decides to use the abandoned warehouse not too far as the place he’d bring her to. Renovating it shouldn’t be a problem. Every few days he would stop by his new workplace, slowly setting up a studio. It took a while to secure the area. One of the things he hates the most is when his plans are sabotaged. No risks. No mistakes. That’s how he likes it.

Originally posted by beautiful-nature-gifs

He notices how the woman would always take the bus to and from work. Just before rush hour. It made things easier. Less people around. A perfect time to spring into action. He drove steadily her way until his van was perched at the curb in front of her stop. He looks up to find her waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. She was just waiting for him to grab her. To ruin her. Robert hollers for her attention, “Excuse me ma’am.”

The young woman looks up in curiosity. Almost in disbelief that he was actually talking to her. She tilts her head slightly then points to herself to make sure that it was her he was calling for. Robert smirks then nods, “Would you like to try a free sample? It’ll help with this heatwave going on,”

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

She hops off the bench and walks to the side of his truck, “You would really do that?” her reaction came off as surprised. Robert nods yet again. Her hands clasp together while her fingers intertwine, “That’s very kind of you sir!” she grins. She made it too easy, his little money maker. He asks the woman how her day had been. Not that it mattered to him. He retreats to the back of the truck and pulls out a Popsicle. It had been chilling all night in order to preserve the sedative mixed into it. It was pricey, but it also got the job done.

He made sure to wrap it up so that there would be no sign of tampering. He told her it was a new ‘signature flavor’ he was working on. Who knew she’d be so fucking gullible. He watches closely as her red stained lips part. Robert licks his lips when her tongue pokes out to swipe against the tip. He admires way her mouth wraps around the head. He was going to have fun breaking her in.

She lets out a moan, “Mmm ‘show good..” her eyes are closed in a blissful trance. It only takes her a matter of seconds before she begins to stumble. Her legs wobble momentarily before buckling. She lets out a long sigh, her muscles go lax as she drops the treat onto the ground. A long sigh escapes her lips. Her eyes roll back before suddenly fainting. Robert whistles when he steps outside his van. He drags her unconscious form to the back of his vehicle. He eyes the woman’s form one more time before closing the door and driving off.

Robert stops by his usual ally way pick up some stimulant pills from a local dealer. Said his name was Johnny. He’d sell them on the side of his gas station. Along with condoms and a case of beer. If Robert’s going to be fucking someone for hours, he might as well be prepared for it. But before he makes it out the door he hears the little runt calling for him, “Hey! Pronge! Any plans for tonight?”

Nosy little shit…

“Nah just uh..have a date.” he turns around. Johnny raises a brow at the small box before scanning it. He hums a tune, “You know..if you wanna go raw I’d be more than happy to sell you some morning after pills. He dangles the package in front of the older man, “I’ve had a few slip ups myself. Trust me after a long night those condoms are gonna give you a burn. In fact, I’ll sell them to you half off.”

At this point Pronge is beyond annoyed and slaps a wad of cash on the counter just to make him shut up. Johnny counts the cash and whistles, “Pleasure doing business with you sir..” he waves goodbye to the hit man. When the door chimes shut the snickers to himself. He popped a few holes in the condoms for his little scam trick. He buys the condoms, then sells them the pills for any slip-ups. Besides, business was business and he never liked the guy.

Pronge drives towards his workshop, where her fate would be sealed.

When they make it inside his victim is still in a state on unconsciousness. Sprawled on some old mattress he had found. On the side are an array of different toys. From vibrators, to dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and a spreader bar were given if she weren’t compliant. He clicks the camera on, “Alright…” his hands move away from it, making sure that the device is still recording, “Showtime,” zooming in his camera in to capture the sleeping woman.

Her lips are slightly parted. Robert reaches for her. A hand brushes away hair from her face, revealing the identity of his victim. He watches her chest rise and fall slowly from the angle she had been laid out in. He could get a close look at the woman’s cleavage pressing against her expensive negligae. His gloved hand reaches in to wrap around the her neck. He gives it a light squeeze. Nothing happens.

Robert traces his touch lower and lower. Until it reaches the top of her blouse. His knuckles brush against her bare skin. He yanks at the expensive blouse, popping it open in the process. Her pencil skirt is pulled off in the matter of seconds. He makes sure to use duct tape when binding her wrists together. He lifts her head up to wrap a blindfold around her eyes.

Now only a matching lace set was in his way. He parts her legs and bunches up the front of her panties. He pulls the front to the side. Robert lets out an audible gasp. Her pussy was practically waiting for him to ruin. Neatly groomed and everything. Now that was his bonus. He lets go of the fabric. Letting it snap back. One of her lips still visible to tease the audience. He pulls down her bra to reveal her breasts. Her nubs harden from the summer breeze.

Robert is careful not to rip her panties in the process. His employer had a fetish for keeping them after. He drags her underwear over his face in an attempt to hide his identity. When Robert parts her legs he lets out an audible gasp. There it was, all for him.

Robert’s hand drags from her lower belly down to her mound. Two fingers slide up and down her slitbefore reaching up to play with her bud. Her reaction was almost immediate. Goosebumps began to form on her skin. Her brows furrow in confusion from the unwanted pleasure. Then all of a sudden the woman jolts awake and screams. He doesn’t give her enough time to register what’s going on.

He wraps a hand around her throat, “Fight back and I’ll fucking kill you.” he voice is deep, dripping with demand. Her eyes widen after noticing her panties missing. She whimpers, “Who are you? W-what do you want from me..?” the woman is visibly shaking. He taunts her, “It’s time you pay your dues sweetheart.”

“Nononono please I didn’t do anything wrong–please don’t!” her voice begins to crack, “Please mister don’t do this. Don’t kill me…p-please—ow!!” he yanks a fist full of her hair. She hears the sound of something unzipping. Something warm and wet rubs against her cheek. It smudged her makeup in the process. It’s tip was sticky. In that moment she realized just what it was,

“Oh my god! Gross!!! get it off of me!! GET IT OFF!!!”

Robert’s fingers dig into her locks. She yelps from the pain, giving him access to shove his length into her parted mouth. She squeals in disgust. He’s taken aback. It was as if she’d never done this before. He hushes her muffles cries, “That’s it…choke on it. Good slut..” his voice is sultry and dripping with desire. He continues to barge in until he reaches the hilt of his length. His pubes brush against her nose. He thrusts himself in and out of her channel. Enjoying the velvety feeling of her wet mouth.

When Robert finally pries himself free he struggles to catch his breath. Looks like the back ally pills worked well. Too fucking well for him to handle. He groans, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue..” his hands comb back some fly away hairs. When she doesn’t comply he wraps a hand around her neck, “Or I could slit your goddamn throat and fuck the hole. Don’t test my patience.”

She sniffles before parting her lips once again. Robert lifts his member up. He rubs circles around his sack a few times to get him going. He settles it against her tongue that poked out. Enjoying the warm, wet sensation it had to offer, “Lick them,”

She starts off with a few kitten licks. Robert pulls her hair back again, “What the hell was that? You act like you’ve never sucked a dick before.”

“B-because I haven’t!” her voice cracks. He sighs, collecting his thoughts, “Lick them like a lollipop. Lap your tongue against it a few times.”

She pokes out her tongue again but this time flattens it against his testicles. His eyes roll back, “Oh fuck…just like that…” he palms his crotch, teasing the tip every now and then. Robert pumps his shaft while enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth against his sacks. He spills his load across her face. Robert chuckles at the sight of her covered in his spunk, “Shit…I think you just milked my balls dry…” He rasps. He lets her go for a while. She tries to wipe off the residue off with her shoulder blade. He chuckles at the failed attempt. She still had her pride intact. Well, not for long.

He shoves her to the ground easily with the back of his boot. She bounces on the mattress below. He’s set up the camera right behind him to avoid revealing his identity. He settles himself in between her legs and drags his pants halfway down. A little fan service for potential buyers. When he strokes his member above her folds her breath hitches. If he could barely fit in her mouth, who knows the damage it could do on her inhabited parts.

He’s heard dozens before beg for their life. It was funny really, now matter who they were or where they came from. At the end of the day they’d offer the same things. Money, Information, Drugs. But not her, “Look, I-I’m sorry…If I’ve ever done anything to upset you I–” oh how adorable. You were actually apologizing after what he had done. Robert pushes his thick tip, causing the woman to squeal, “W-wait!! Wait!!!“ her pleas were silenced by his lips crashing against her mouth.

Robert’s beard brushes against her wet face. He shoves his tongue deep into her mouth. While dong so he hovers his member over her entrance. He thrusts his full length in one shove, slamming his pelvis deep into her core. Not giving time for her to adjust. His hands grip her hips. She wails into his mouth as he violates her womanhood.

You realize quickly that having sex with this man was like getting pummeled by a bulldozer. Not fun. Not sexy. It isn’t long until Pronge spills another heavy load inside. He backs away to show off the damage done on camera.

Two of his thick gloved fingers separate her folds. A streak of crimson and cum drip out of her opening. She was quite the sight. His little damsel in distress. Her face is flushed with embarrassment. Her skin now dulled by the adrenaline rush. Tears soak her blindfold along with drops of mascara streaking down her cheeks, Her ruby lipstick is smudges across her chin while her lower lip quivers in fear.

As soon as he hears her sniffling it shoots straight to his dick. Oh fuck…he didn’t know just how bad he has it. Robert made sure that he’d ruin her in any way possible. Besides, it was in the job description. “How does it feel hm?” he holds her chin and rubs his thumb against her bottom lip, “To be fucked by a grimy, good-for-nothing bastard. A prim and proper broad must feel pretty filthy being used like this,” he huffs.

“You disgust me…” She turns head to the side. He chuckles, “It’s fine if you don’t wanna face me.” Robert flips her over. He coils her hair in a makeshift ponytail. He sinks himself back in. His pelvis slaps hard against her ass. He groans out from the pleasurable feeling. He almost loses control right then and there from grip she had on him. He starts to pound her from behind. Every now and then he’d deliver a harsh slap or squeeze on her rear for the audience. Mainly because he just loved the way it bounced back. He roughly fucks her into the floor during the next three rounds.

His dick was on fire. Holy shit… he hisses from how sensitive his member became. These pills were strong–way too fucking strong for him to handle. Which was strange for someone his height and weight category. He should’ve absorbed them with no problems.

Robert has to take a break in between. He was sure his dick would fall of if he hadn’t. He holds a wand lazily to her clit. She chokes out a sob when another orgasm hits her. Her stomach flexes from how strong the rush was. A stream gushes out of her folds. His gloves are soaked. He presses it harder on her sensitive bud. Her wails echo throughout the abandoned building. Listening to her screams only urges him to shove his cock back in.

A few hours have passed. Robert has her on her back. Her pussy is faced towards the camera. He lazily ruts into her mouth. A finger traces the bulge in her throat where his cock dwells. He flicks it, causing her to gag. He’s still horny but all out of ideas. He tugs his mask to the side and takes a few swigs from his beer. That’s when an idea hits him. Robert pulls his length from her throat.

She’s a coughing mess. Her lips are swollen from sucking his manhood more times that she could remember. He pulls another beer bottle from the case. By now it had been room temperature. He pops off the cap with a pocket knife then holds the pad of his thumb against the rim.

He scoops her up with one arm. Her bottom half is too sore to kick him away. Robert manhandles her until she’s upside down. Each leg is hoisted over his broad shoulders. He takes a quick sip of his drink before flipping it over. He pushes the tip against her folds, letting it slide into her entrance. He chuckles when she begins to twist and turn in shock. Robert has a solid grip around her waist as he began pumping the bottle in and out vigorously. She wines in discomfort. Sweet liquid starts to drip from her cunt. Gliding from her folds, to her belly, down her breasts, all the way to her neck and face. Her hair is already sticky from all kinds of fluids.

His minx now reeked of sex. Of him. Robert licks his lips from the lewd display. He loves it, “My, my. What a messy little pussy you’ve got there.” he grazes his fingers against her drenched folds. He coasts his hand in the sticky wetness and smears it across her face. Her carefully applied lipstick was now streaks of crimson along her jaw. He tugs his bottle free from her opening with a lewd ‘pop’ sound. He lifts her panties over his mouth. His tongue dives into her slot. His palm presses against her lower belly. Liquid easily seeps out of her opening. He drinks it up, humming in delight when finished. He licks his lips. Eager about what he has in mind.

It isn’t a minute later when he starts to fuck her again. Her legs are wrapped around his hips as he grinds into her. A hand reaches in between them to pinch and pull at her sensitive bud. She screams through the gag from the how sensitive her bundle of nerves became. Her head shakes vigorously. A muffled “No!” escapes her lips as she’s forced into yet another unwanted orgasm. He doesn’t stop there. It was the sixth round that had his hostage sobbing.

Her legs were shaking, her back was arches, her eyes roll into her skull. She could feel him an empty his load yet again, shamelessly groaning into her ear “Oh fuck..” he breathes out harsh enough to blow the side of her damp hair. Every time he wasn’t fucking her cunt he would fuck himself to climax in another hole. He made sure to make her his dirty girl in every position he could think of.

Robert takes another break. He browses through erotica magazines for anything they haven’t tried by now. He can’t seem to focus with her sobbing interrupting his thought process. For someone with such a high ego, she sure cried a lot. But that’s what he liked about her. Hearing her scream through the gag for him to stop. It only encourages him to continue pumping himself through her abused holes. His eyes roll back at the feeling of her walls clenching him milking him dry.

“One more..just one more…” he urges. Her back was flush against his chest. His member slides in effortlessly for a final round. Her womb is filled to the brim with his seed. It swells from the overflow. He spits on the palm of his hand then slaps it against her bruised bud. She shrieks again for him. That’s all she can do. Her body violently shakes then gives out. She was spent. Too tired to fight back. He takes off her blindfold and gag before having her face the camera, “Now, what do you say?”

Th-Thank you…thank you f-for fucking me…” It’s hoarse but still audible. His work was almost done. Almost. He just needed a good smoke after all that. He turns around for a brief moment to turn off the camera.

He shoves a pill into your mouth. thumb gripping your chin as he commanded, ‘Open.” before spitting inside. He pinches your nose shut. Making sure you would swallow. He can’t risk having any bastards walking around. As soon as that’s done he’ll smother you with chloroform.

He retrieves a bottle of chloroform and dabs on a handkerchief. Robert faces his victim. She doesn’t run away. Doesn’t flinch when the sounds of his footsteps approach. Her mind is too broken to even take notice of her surroundings.

He had finally broken her. Robert puffs out a cloud of smoke and all she could do about it was cough. He holds the back of her head to still her shaking. He presses a firm hand to smother her breathing. It’s a few seconds until she’s out cold again. Now he just needed to clean up and collect the rest of his earnings.

He washes her from head to toe. Rinsing and scrubbing away any evidence. He separates her folds with his fingers first before prodding her with a metal speculum. Where it holds her insides in place. Now he just had to let gravity take over. Robert watches as his load drips out effortlessly. Robert swipes away any proof of him ever being there. As soon as he’s finished dressing her in newer clothes he couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him.

She looked as if she were in a deep sleep. He kisses her temple then pauses. He can’t explain why he just did that. Instead he decides to brush it off. It’s not like they’d ever see each other again. Robert drives them towards a location he hasn’t used yet. He makes sure to place her in an area where someone would find her, then drives off.

Originally posted by futuretage

You woke up on a hospital bed. A nurse is by your side. When he asks what happened all you could do was scream. You thrash around. Legs kicking wildly. That’s when they decide to call the police. When you told them what had happened they had you tested. You spent weeks cooped up in your apartment missing work, hoping that they’d find out who the culprit was. It’s the Sheriff who arrives at your place to give you the news. He has a hand placed on his chest as he told you the results. Your heart sinks. In his own words, “There wasn’t enough evidence.” the only form of proof were the bruises left behind. Whoever this guy is, is smart. Sick in the head, but smart.

Robert spent the next few weeks reminiscing in his own thoughts. It had been like this everyday. This itch that he just could never scratch away. He knew it was just a job. But he just couldn’t help it. Something about the sex had him wanting more. He visits Johnny’s block again for more pills. But the narc was no where in sight. Turns out old Johnny had been selling fake drugs and had gotten himself shot. At that moment Robert knew, he had it bad. Now he finds himself in a phone booth frantically punching numbers in.

He needed another taste. Just one more. That’s all he needed, right? A good shag would get rid of his itch. There was only thing on his mind the entire month after the night spent with her. When the man on the other line picks up Robert tries to keep his cool, “I’m available for more work, come and find me.” the message was sent, and now he waits.

#dark!fic #dark!fanfic #dark!fanfiction #dark!smut #dark fic #dark fanfic #dark fanfiction #dark smut #easy money fanfiction #the iceman #robert pronge x reader #mr. freezy x reader #my works #my work

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breadcheekstete · 2 years

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Can I request feedee yg with feeder sj?? 🥺🤍

I'M SO SO SOO SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG WITH THIS (óㅈò)" but here it is now, and i hope you enjoy it 🖤!!

i can picture yg growing, longing for sj the only way he knows: eating. sj is on a family trip to jeju with his parents and brother. he couldn't refuse and yg really tries to not make him feel guilty about it. but he's dissapointed.

not so long ago, maybe two months, they took a step further in their relationship. after sj found yg enjoying way too much his baking abilities, it was inevitable that a day more would pass without him noticing about his boyfriends naughty secret.

and to yg's surprise, he was more than okay with it, starting a little teasing every time they ate together. tasting the waters until yg was comfy enough to let go.

the first kilos were hard to gain, but when the first five came, the rest just followed with ease.

yg wanted his boyfriend to be there when he reached his current goal of getting 10kg heavier. but that stupid trip ruined his plan.

but yg is smarter, he promised himself to gain more than that, maybe 15kg to the least and prove sj he's more than capable to gain on his own without his stupid help and his absurdly good hand with bakery.

it's needless to say that yg was quite chubby before all this started, not fat yet he lingered more on the heavy side. with a pot belly and soft pecs and thighs that took a lot of room when he sits.

he knows a few recipes, and cooks for himself eagerly for the first week. but it's so tough, having to stay standing for so long, and taking so much time cooking to finish in mere minutes. it was a question of time for him to take hand of his favourite take outs.

even now that his clothes don't fit the same, and he's too embarrassed and turned on by the thought of having to go out with his pants unbuttoned and his belly oozing out of his once baggy tshirts. he had to start wearing the only sized up clothes he had in hand; seokjin's

the only problem is that not all his wardrobe works, since he's more of a shirt man, but it works all the same until the day sj finally comes back from the trip.

he hears the keys on the front door and yg jumps from his bed as fast as his big arse lets him. his bed cracks under him but is a normal occurrence now, so he doesn't pay any mind to that.

he's not wearing anything more than one of sj's shirts, with the buttons gapping at the bloat of his morning belly (not very smart to stuff himself so late at night) and a pair of old boxers that squeeze his ass and thighs.

so when sj opens the door, he's welcomed with a pleasant surprise. not that he knows yet by the way yg jumps to his arms for a hug, but he can tell his boyfriend is more than softer than when he left (and it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that his belly and moobs are squeezed to his body)

"welcome home, hyung."

"glad to be back. you seem to have kept yourself busy, huh? he pokes at his hip, it dips further than neither of them could imagine.

yg pulls back with a blush. he planned to get as big as possible but it wasn't his plan to gain 17'4kg so fast and so easily. who is he to say no to food, he's just a pure glutton. "maybe."

"that shirt looks so good on you, is it new?" sj teases, poking the pale skin exposed between every button.

"no, it's yours." yg confesses, feeling his round cheeks run hotter by the sensation of every gapping spot of the shirt. "i didn't want to go out in outgrown clothes and i don't have anything fancy that fits."

"nothing?" yg shakes his head. "i feel you've been more than busy during the past weeks, don't you?"

"i missed you…" his belly growls and he blushes further "...a lot."

"me too, baby. your belly seems more enthusiastic though. let's give it what it wants, yeah?" he offers, slapping it to watch it wobble.

one of the buttons gives up at that and yg can't help but whimper. "please."

sj takes the two bags of homemade food from the entry's floor (thanks, mrs kim) and smirks at the way yg gulps at the tempting scent. "well. let's see how much this needy pig can take."

// the end //

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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The Engagement Party

Summary: A week after Ethan popped the most important question, they finally decide to celebrate it properly

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Jillian Valentine)

Warnings: None, just fluff. Maybe a swear word or two

Word Count: 2934 words

Series: Something Happened on the Way to Forever

A/N: My two dorks are getting married in three weeks! So this idea wouldn't leave me alone, but it wasn't until @bex-la-get and @genevievemd encouraged me and helped me plan it that this came to be. Thank you my loves for indulging me in this! As always, feedback is appreciated. Also, huge credit to @genevievemd for the amazing edit!

Ethan nursed the glass of whiskey in his left hand, staring pensively at the golden liquid swirling in gentle circles. Everything around him felt foreign, the social gathering promising to be everything he despised. Except, perhaps for the first time in his life, it wasn't. He didn’t feel the familiar dread that accompanied such events, or the bone-deep exhaustion that came with forced socialization. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so at ease at a party, let alone the last time he had truly enjoyed himself and the company.

Some would claim it was because he was the one being celebrated, but that wasn't true either; there had been plenty of occasions in which he had been the center of attention, the honoree. No, he knew better. This time was different. Because this time it wasn't about him.

It was about them.

Instinctively, his eyes sought her across the room until they finally settled on the familiar redhead. The corners of his lips turned upwards in a tender smile at the sight of his fiancée laughing with her friends.

Fiancée.

Ethan still couldn't believe that it had been a week already. A week since he dropped down on one knee and asked the most important question of his life. A week since Jillian had said yes to a lifetime with him. It felt surreal that it had been only a week, but at the same time, it had been at long last, like this was what life had always been supposed to be like. And maybe it was; he couldn’t truly remember how his day-to-day life had been prior to Jill; his memories seemed to be a blur, nothing important standing out except his medical accomplishments, and even they seemed to pale in comparison. His time with the ginger had shown him a whole other side of living.

It was funny how the universe worked; Ethan had never seen himself as the settle down kind of man, not the family type or the domestic ambiance. And yet, ever since that woman came into his life, it was everything he wanted. It felt like, despite their ups and downs, they had always been meant to end up here.

With the uncanny ability she seemed to have to know exactly what was on his mind, as if knowing he was thinking about her, Jillian’s eyes searched for him throughout the crowd, until finally connecting with his. She continued speaking with her friends, addressing whatever topic of conversation was being said, but her eyes never left his. He winked surreptitiously at her and a pretty blush spread on her cheeks, the reaction making Ethan’s heart skip a beat.

Their eye contact was broken by none other than Jackie Varma, waving a hand in front of Jill’s face, and the group of women turned to see what the bride-to-be was staring at. At finding him on the other end, Sienna beamed happily, Aurora smirked knowingly and Jackie rolled her eyes and pulled Jill away from his line of sight.

“You’re a goner.” someone beside Ethan mumbled, and he turned to the source of it.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Ethan discreetly pointed with his chin to the other side of the room, where the older Valentine woman was attending to every guest, even if they were at Naveen’s place.

“Harmless flirting.” Tobias denied, “It’s like a dance.”

“Sure.” Jill’s best friend, Hunter, joined, “If that’s what you tell everyone to soothe your ego from the constant rejection, then suit yourself.”

Ethan stifled a laugh, covering it up by taking a gulp of whiskey.

“It’s not like that.” Tobias’s smile was just a tad strained, but he tried to keep his cool façade, “Besides, tonight’s not about me.”

“You got that right.”

“How did you convince Naveen to let you have your engagement party at his lake house?” Tobias asked curiously.

“I didn’t.” Ethan pointed out with a scoff, “Jill and I didn’t even talk about having an engagement party, Naveen decided to throw us one.”

“Stop scowling.” Hunter chastised the older man, “It’s probably for the better.”

“What, his nosiness?”

“Thanks to his nosiness, you don’t have to endure a stuffy engagement party with Manhattan’s socialites.”

Ethan stared at him in horror, “Jill wouldn’t have suggested that.”

“Not J.” he agreed, “But her parents would’ve found a way. I’m telling you, Naveen offering to host this party is the better outcome. This way it’s more personal, heartfelt, and with only the important people attending.”

“Not her parents, though.”

“Matthew and Haley send their apologies.” the practically-adopted Valentine informed, “They got held up organizing a congress in Dubai. Luke and Kat are only here because they’re scheduled on later dates and they’re not part of the organizing committee.”

“It’s okay.” a new voice piped up, and Ethan immediately turned towards her, his body reacting to her presence and touch as she entwined their hands together, “I have all I need right here.”

“You’re disgusting.” Hunter chuckled under his breath as Jill pulled Ethan’s head down to join their lips in a heated but short-lived kiss.

“You’re literally here to celebrate our engagement. I think we’re entitled to a little PDA.” Jillian bumped Hunter’s hip to move him away, claiming her place by Ethan’s side, and stepped on her tiptoes to clean her dark red lipstick from her fiancé’s face.

“Hey.” Ethan leaned down and placed a kiss on top of her head, “I’ve barely seen you tonight.”

“Blame Jackie.” the woman let out an exasperated sigh, “She’s trying to keep us apart for the night because she thinks we’ll be unbearable.”

“She’s not wrong.” Hunter coughed sarcastically, “Maybe we should’ve tried harder.”

“You were in on it?” Jillian placed a hand over her heart in betrayal.

“Not enough, apparently.”

“Fuck off.” she pushed her best friend away with a scoff.

“Doesn’t matter, we’re together now.” Ethan pointed out and backed away slowly, pulling her with him to finally have a moment with her, “That’s better.”

“Infinitely.” she placed a light peck over the pulse on his neck, earning a shaky breath.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Ethan warned her, placing the hand not holding his drink firmly on her hip to keep her in place and stop her if necessary.

“Oh, I intend to finish it. Later tonight. Multiple times, in fact.”

The man groaned under his breath and let his head hang as he closed his eyes, trying to regain back control and stop the mental images his brain was producing, “You’re being cruel, you know that?”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Jill promised in a sultry whisper.

“You better, because there are about fifteen pairs of eyes on us, so we can’t risk sneaking away.”

Her playful demeanor lessened as a worried look overtook her features, “Do you want to go? I can make up any excuse if your social batteries are drained and you want to leave.”

Holy shit, he absolutely loved her.

“No, it’s fine.” he reassured her, his right arm snaking around her waist and pulling her closer, but a wave of emotion invaded him as he realized once again how much she cared about him, and how far she was willing to go for him.

“Sure?”

“I’m sure. Besides, we’re in a room filled with mostly doctors; no medical excuse is going to be enough to fool them.” he teased her.

“I can get creative.”

“I’m sure. But I promise, it’s unnecessary.”

“So you’re really enjoying yourself?”

“I am.” he grinned down at her, truly meaning it, “More now that I’m with you.”

“I love you.” Jillian reminded him softly, kissing him passionately.

“I love you.” he reciprocated, “I don’t think I’ve told you this yet, but you look stunning, my love.”

“So do you, fiancé.” Jill ran her hands up and down his arms, smiling giddily up at him.

Though, their moment was cut short by Naveen’s voice booming throughout the room, claiming the attention of the guests and the honored couple as they all turned towards him.

“Hello, everyone! I’m happy to welcome you all here tonight to celebrate the engagement of Ethan and Jillian, to mark the beginning of their life-long commitment to each other and share this milestone with them. I always knew they would be perfect for each other.”

“We all did!” Tobias vociferated, earning laughs from everyone.

“True. And I’m glad Ethan got over his stubbornness, enough to see exactly what was right in front of him, and to realize the truly important things in life.” he pointed out, “And Jill, I applaud, and thank, your patience while waiting for him.”

Jill giggled softly and wrapped her arm around Ethan, snuggling closer to him. While her eyes were trained on Naveen, Ethan’s were completely glued to her, mesmerized by the radiant smile lighting up her face.

“I can’t remember ever meeting two people so right for each other.” Naveen finished with a gentle smile, “And I hope you share a lifetime of happiness and respect for one another.”

Ethan raised his glass to the man in gratitude, swallowing the lump in his throat, and the rest of the people followed his gesture. However, he knew the feeling in his throat wasn’t going away any time soon as he watched his father step up beside Naveen and call attention to the crowd.

“Hello, and to repeat what Naveen already said, thank you for coming and accompanying us tonight in this special occasion. For those who don’t know me, I’m Alan, Ethan’s father. When Naveen asked me if I wanted to say a few words for the couple, I came up empty-handed. I didn’t think there was anything I haven’t already told these two. But it turns out, there is still a few things I want to say to them, especially to my son.”

Ethan straightened his back in attention, but the arm around Jill only tightened and pulled her closer. Before he could continue, Alan was politely interrupted by Jill’s brother, who offered him a glass of champagne, and he thanked the oldest Valentine before continuing with his speech.

“Ethan, I’ve always been proud to be your father. Your principles and accomplishments speak for themselves, and it’s been great watching you find your way through life. You’ve always been an upstanding man, the best son anyone could ask for. But now that you’ve finally found someone to open yourself up to, I’m proud of the man you’ve grown into. Ever since you raved on that very first day about an insufferable intern, a rookie, as you so graciously put, I could see she would be the woman to drive you absolutely crazy, but also the one to hold your heart. And when I actually met her, I knew she was here to stay. Jill is a wonderful woman, and I’m glad you found each other. Watching you grow together, challenge each other and bring out the best in one another is more than what any parent could wish for. It’s a gift to share your happiness today, and I want for both of you only the best life has to offer.” Alan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and raised his glass, “So, to my son, and the woman he loves, and to their life together.”

By the time he was finished, Jill and Ethan weren’t the only ones fighting to keep their composure. Sienna and Ivy were openly crying and holding each other, while most of the other guests were clearing their throats or dabbing at the corners of their eyes.

“Okay, my turn.” the stunning brunette walked confidently to the front of the crowd, beckoning everyone’s attention, “Good evening, I’m Kate Valentine, Jillian’s sister, and the step-in as her parent figure for the moment being.”

“Oh God…” Jill mumbled nervously under her breath, not knowing what to expect from her sister, but Ethan squeezed her in reassurance, effectively calming her.

“Much like Doctor Banerji and Mr. Ramsey, I just want to say how elated I am for you two. Both of you are very lucky, not only for finding each other, but because you’ve chosen one another, and you’ve decided to continue to do so. You know each other’s flaws and imperfections, and you still decided to learn and to grow side by side. It’s been wonderful seeing your journey together, and I’m sure there’s much more to come. I know that together you can overcome any obstacles life throw your way. You truly deserve each other, and I hope your life together is everything you want and more. Jill, as your sister, I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, and I’m delighted to see that you’ve found that happiness with Ethan. Ethan, thank you for loving my little sister the way that you do, and I’m sure I speak for all the Valentines when I say that we’re ecstatic to officially welcome you to the family. Cheers!”

The rest of the guests raised their glasses towards the couple, and they smiled in return. Ethan took a couple of steps back to let Jill’s sister wrap her arms around her in a brief hug.

“Thank you, that was really sweet.” Jill admitted.

“Just because I don’t like marriage doesn’t mean that I can’t be happy for you.”

Ethan immediately perked up at her statement, glancing at her curiously, but Katherine simply shrugged and looked away, ignoring his silent question. However, he was brought out of his thoughts by his fiancée, extending her arms at him, her butterscotch eyes shining excitedly.

“Dance with me?”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He placed his empty glass on a nearby table and turned back to her.

Together, they made their way to the makeshift dancefloor, or at least the part of room his fiancée deemed spacious enough to make it their dancefloor. Jill wrapped her arms around his neck as his snaked around her waist, and he guided them softly to the slow beat of the song.

“What even is this music?”

“Bryce picked it.” Jill giggled, “I take it you’re not a fan?”

“We are not letting him pick anything for the actual wedding.” Ethan stated firmly.

“I think it’s cute.”

The older attending wanted to scoff, but as he paid closer attention to the lyrics and the meaning behind them, he couldn’t fault the young surgeon for choosing that song for the occasion.

For the way you changed my plans For being the perfect distraction For the way you took the idea that I have Of everything that I wanted to have And made me see there was something missing

For the ending of my first begin And for the rare and unexpected friend For the way you're something that I'd never choose But at the same time, something I don't wanna lose And never wanna be without ever again

Ethan pulled Jill impossibly closer, until there was no space between them. Of course, the redhead didn’t mind, and instead her fingers started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, a comforting gesture she had learned over the years that Ethan liked. They were invaded by a wave of emotion that the moment brought. Getting married was a huge decision, they already knew that, but at the same time, it felt right.

My accidental happily ever after The way you smile and how you comfort me with your laughter I must admit you were not a part of my book But now if you open it up and take a look You're the beginning and the end of every chapter

“You're the best thing I never knew I needed, so now it's so clear I need you here always.” Jill sang softly in his ear as the song came close to the end.

“Jill.” Ethan’s voice turned serious, tinged with a little desperation; desperate for her to know exactly how he was feeling, “Thank you.”

“For what?” she slowed down their movement, now more focused on him than their dance.

“For choosing me.” he said simply, but the intensity of his statement took her breath away, “For choosing me to love and to marry. For not giving up on us even when I was pushing you away.”

“Ethan–”

“I’m serious.” he insisted, “You’ve seen all of me, the good, the bad and the worst, and you still accepted me for who I really am.”

“Because I love you, all that you are.” Jill breathed out, still slightly dazzled by his words.

“But that’s not all.” he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Alan was right, you’ve made me a better man, and you’ve shown me so much about me and about life in general. With you, I am more than I ever thought possible. I’m not just the doctor everyone else sees.”

“It wasn’t just me. We’ve done that, together.”

“But it was you. It’s always been you, it’ll always be you.” Ethan kissed the top of her head, “Being with you surpasses everything else.”

“It’s not fair.” she sniffed softly, making him realize she had started crying, “I hate that you’re so good with words because now my brain’s all mushy and I don’t know what to say.”

“You know there’s only one thing I need to hear.”

“I love you, Ethan Ramsey.” Jill poured her whole heart into those little words, trying to convey the depth of her feelings in them, “And I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“I can’t wait to be your husband, Jillian Valentine.”

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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warnings: banishment, scars (lokis mythology scars to be exact so sutchers around the mouth and burn scars on his face), odin being a dick, lying, swearing

AN: im starting a new story. this one is based in the magnus chase world where the norse gods are real and come to earth to hook up with the people there. often resulting in demigods. so hello from your resident historian and norse mythology nerd cuz this is gonna be heavy in myth with a touch of mcu (i cant leave tom Hiddleston out of something loki). enjoy.

“How dare you Loki!” odin roared. ”You have gotten up to your tricks for the last time! As punishment,” Loki flinched below Odin. His face still stung and he could almost feel the venom still dripping on his face. His wrists felt lighter than they ever had tied spread out below the snake. ”Ah. Nervous are you Loki? Don’t worry. This punishment will be more permanent and lesson filled than the last one. Seeing as the last punishment did not teach you anything about getting up to your tricks, this time you will not be coming back. As All-Father, I hereby banish you to Midgard. You will have enough power to blend in and make yourself scarce. I do not want to see or hear mention of you ever again.”

“I guess this is good bye then.” Loki laughed as he felt himself thrown into the Bifrost. Colors swirled around him as he fell through the sky. Loki landed in the middle of a field. Groaning, he sat up and looked around. ”Fenway. Great.” standing up, Loki brushed himself off. ”Back in Boston.” Looking down at himself, Loki waved his hand and smirked as his clothes changed. Black skinny jeans, a dark green t-shirt, a black leather jacket and dark green converse replaced his normal Asgardian attire. He waved his hand again but nothing happened. Frowning, Loki tried again to teleport himself to Randolph’s mansion. Again nothing happened. Muttering under his breath, Loki made his way out of the stadium. When he reached the gate, he looked around before climbing over it. Once his feet touched the sidewalk on the other side, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a car window. ”Fuck.” he growled.

Odin hadn’t healed his scars. Hesitantly, Loki ran a hand over the small puncture wounds lining both sides of his mouth. He supposed he could leave two and try to pierce his lip with what the Midgardians called snakebites. It would be true to his nature he supposed. Glancing around again, Loki ran his finger over the scars and watched them disappear. He smiled at his reflection before his eyes were dragged up to his nose. The wounds there stared back at him. With a sigh, he did the same to those scars. With a glance at the people around him, Loki made a hard decision. The last time he had been here, everyone had different styles of hair. Now it seemed everyone had short hair. It didn’t matter the gender, short hair was the new trend. Grudgingly walking down the street, Loki felt his pockets, hoping that at least he would have some money to pay for things. There was a wallet in his back pocket but when he opened it, there was nothing in it. “Damn.” Standing in front of the hair salon, Loki thought over his options. He could trick them but without his full powers, he couldn’t do much more than glamours. He could just say forget it and just do a glamour on his hair. Or he could forget the whole thing and learn to live as a Midgardian with long hair. After all, he would probably be more comfortable that way when he felt like a woman. A small bell dragged him out of his thoughts. He spun around quickly, mentally preparing himself for a fight. What he didn’t expect was to see someone standing in the doorway looking at him with kindness.

“I’m sorry. I uh noticed you standing out here for a while and uh is there any way I can help you out?” Loki starred at me. “I figured you didn’t exactly have money and I know that my friend will work for free if you have a good excuse.” I gulped as I looked at the man in front of me. ”Which I’m sure you do. I’m just saying because it seems like you need or rather want a hair cut.” The man sighed as he nodded and walked through the door I held open.

“I do. Thank you.” I smiled at him as he walked in. As he passed me, I couldn’t help but notice he was a little taller than me. There seemed to be this undeniable pull to him that I couldn’t explain. ”It’s been a while since I had one. Are you sure your friend wouldn’t mind doing it for free?”

“Course she would. It gives her practice and besides not everyone can afford everything all the time. Sometimes we just need a little help with the things that need to get done.” I shrugged as I ushered the man over to my friend’s chair. ”I’m (Y/N) by the way.” I held my hand out for him to shake. He took it and gently squeezed it as we shook hands.

“I’m Loki.” I smiled at him.

“Like the god?” I asked, a blush creeping up my neck. He nodded, eyes clear but something hid just behind them. “That’s cool. I really like Norse myth and all that. Marvel really helped me get into it.” Loki finally smiled back and it was his turn to blush a little.

”Thank you.” he let go of my hand as my friend walked over.

“(Y/N), who is this?” she asked.

“Sarah, this is Loki. He needs a hair cut but,” I trailed off. Sarah nodded in understanding.

“Then a hair cut he’ll get.” she smiled at the two of us and made a small motion between me and him. I shook my head at her, a small scowl on my face. She shrugged and smirked at me as she ushered Loki to a chair. ”(Y/N) has a habit of finding those in need and getting them the help they need. Anything that happens to you and you don’t know how to handle, come here and find them.” As I went back to the counter, I shot Sarah a glare. I knew what she was insinuating. She was discreetly trying to set me up with this new and handsome customer. Sarah left me alone the entire time he was getting his hair cut.

“Don’t worry about it.” I said when he went to the register. Loki smiled politely at me and nodded.

“Hopefully we’ll meet again (Y/N).” He said with a smile. He offered me his hand and when I put my hand in his, Loki leaned down and kissed it. Sarah watched our interactions from her spot. Looking back over at her once Loki had left, I knew that I wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Shut up.” I pointed at her before cleaning up the area. Sarah put her hands up.

“All I’m saying is there is a hot guy out there with the name of a Norse God that seems to like you in some capacity. And,” Sarah raised an eyebrow at me. ”if I’m not mistaken, it is the Norse God that you are obsessed with. So why not take the chance?” I rolled my eyes and continued cleaning up. “All I’m saying is take a chance (Y/N). This might be good for you.” I sighed and nodded.

“If I ever see him again and he wants to take that chance as well, I’ll do it.” Sarah gasped.

“(Y/N).” she whispered. I looked up at her.

“What now?” I groaned. She pointed at the window at the front of the store.

“I think he still needs your help.” I turned around and let out a sigh as I took in Loki standing awkwardly in front of the store again. “(Y/N), he needs you. If this isn’t fate I don’t know what is. Go. That’s the end of your shift. ” With a nod, I walked over to the door and opened it for him again.

“Hi.” I breathed out as I joined him on the sidewalk. “Sarah noticed you out here. Is there anything else I can help with?” Loki bit his bottom lip as he nodded.

“This sounds odd I know. I was supposed to stay with family but that didn’t quite work out. They aren’t too…pleased to see me. I’m not quite sure where I can go…” Loki trailed off. He played with the zipper on his sleeve. ”Sarah said if I needed anything I could come here and find you.” His eyes finally met mine. I nodded.

“You need somewhere to stay.” I said. A million reasons why this was a bad idea flooded my brain. ”I need somewhere to stay.” The way Loki agreed with me clicked my only solution into place.

“My shift just finished. I’ll give you a ride.” I started towards my car parked on the side of the building. Loki jumped into action and quickly caught up with me.

“Where are you taking me?” I turned to look up at him.

“You can stay on my couch.”

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Preparations

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains a depiction of ritualized murder, sexual intercourse, and ritual cannibalism. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Torghast

The tower of the damned was mostly devoid of guards now, almost all the Jailer’s forces sent to lay siege to Zereth Mortis. From inside the halls came the faint wail of souls, left chained and forgotten, spiked and impaled, set ablaze in soul forges, or otherwise left to their torments without their tormentors which they often found were still quite tormenting all on their own.

A soul lay discarded where a guard had left it after toying with it for a while, too drained of anima to move, and slowly a mawrat drew close, it’s nose twitching. Mawrats, like any other denizens of the Shadowlands, consumed anima for food, and the soul still had enough to fill it’s small belly. It padded closer, opening it’s jaws as the soul weakly raised one spectral arm and whimpered… before a massive purple foot came down, crushing the rat with a sickening crunch!

The soul paused, looking behind itself. “… who… are you here to save me? A maw walker?” it asked, its voice so faded as if to be a faint suggestion, impossible to tell who or what it was in life.

“No.” came the reply, and in a flash of purple light and a scream the soul was pulled into a glowing crystal, slipped into a pouch with the others as Dissonantia growled, looking around. “Bugger this for a lark, where IS he?” she snarled impatiently, taking out a small object on a string.

She held it out in front of her, the object twisting in the wind. She’d found it in Suramar and had considered it extremely lucky she had. She knew it’d come in handy, and today was its day to shine.

It was a large, pointed piece of white polished bone, a sharp tip on one end with several smaller bits on the other end where it connected to the rest of the skeleton. Some might think it a tooth, but it was massive. Rather, it was a tusk, from a very specific orc.

It was inscribed with a fel rune, put there by Dissonantia’s claw, and at the moment it was a compass.

She let it dangle, then watched the tusk twitch and pull, the warlock looking up, then smirking. “This way.” she grunted as Az’arad nodded, following behind his mistress.

Good thing that Zereth Mortis was so busy right now, nobody would notice her slipping away for a bit. She knew that she wouldn’t have time for this later, but she needed to know this now.

She’d been in Ardenweald, she’d seen the sandstorm. The rest she wasn’t worried about but THAT? That gave the witch pause. As they rounded a corner a few remaining guards turned another corner, seeing the intruder and yelling an oath to their master Zovaal before charging. It really was quite horrible what Az’arad did to them, Dissonantia kicking their discarded armor aside, checking the tooth again, then walking down another hallway… then pausing in front of a massive iron maiden.

The tusk was pulling right towards it, extending horizontally from the string like a dog on a leash. “Gotcha.” she grinned, nodding to the Wrathguard and jerking her head at the torture device.

Az’arad grinned, then holstered his axe, shoved his fingers between the metal doors, and with a loud anguished scream of metal the device was wrenched open with such force one of the doors was torn clean off.

Inside was the soul of an orc, his back twisted and wrecked as it was in life, his hands impaled on two of the bigger spikes inside the iron maiden, the smaller ones piercing his spectral flesh throughout.

“Who…” he gasped, raising his head, his eyes still showing the same red glow despite him being only a spirit.

“Ello there, my name’s Dissonantia… and you, boyo, are Gul’dan.” replied the Worgen.

“Gul… dan?” it gasped, “Yes… I was…” he blinked, as if coming out of the depths of a nightmare. “Kil’jadeen promised me… he said… if I opened the way I would stand at his right hand… I did all he asked… all he… but…” he shuddered, remembering the hand gripping his throat, the feeling of felfire boiling him alive from within, the pain, the agony… then nothing… and then even more pain and agony than he’d ever imagined. Even what he did to that human king had been nothing compared to the Hell he'd landed in.

“Oi oi! None of that!” she growled, smacking his spectral cheek. “I need information. I’m a warlock with wut you might call a… shaman problem… and I hear yez an expert at stiflin’ the element’s voices with fel magic.” she smirked.

“I… Oshu’gun… we had the dreadlords surround it, seal it away… tortured the Furies until they turned on each other… I…” he muttered, the formerly fiery and cunning warlock having all defiance beaten out of him in Torghast.

“Hmm… nope, that won’t do. I need somefin’ small scale. Just one shaman…” she rumbled.

The spectral orc thought, his eyes blinking slowly. He considered subterfuge, but in his weakend state he couldn’t even come up with a single lie. “… a… sayaad… a succubi or incubi… they can… affect the minds of mortals and turn invisible. One nearby could entrance a shaman, not entirely deafen them, but confuse their minds…” he muttered.

Dissonantia grinned, “Ooooo, why didn’t I think of that?” she cackled, “Well well, seems I’ve got some summonin’ to do. This’ll be FUN!”

Next to her Az’arad grumbled, glancing at the worgen.

She smirked, “O wot, ya jealous Azzy? C’mon, oi may need one o’ th’ pretties, but yer still me main boy.” she nodded, patting his bicep. “Roight, got wut we came fer. Lets get the feck outta this dump.” she nodded, turning on her heel and heading back along the path she’d been marking out as she came in.

As she did Gul’dan’s head came up, “W-wait!” he gasped, “Please… I… if you’re not going to free me… at least… tell me… h-how long… please, how long has it been? How many centuries have I been trapped in this nightmare?!” he gasped.

She paused, smirking at Az’arad, who smirked back. “… umm… just shy o’ three years.” she replied.

The spectral warlock’s eyes bulged, his jaw dropping. “Three… its… its only been three years?” he whispered, then his chest started heaving as he began to chuckle, “Three years?! All the pain, the torture, the flames and the torments and its ONLY BEEN THREE YEARS?!” he threw back his head and cackled madly, the spikes digging into his spectral flesh as his head met the inside of the iron maiden, and yet he didn’t seem to care… his laughter carried down the empty corridors as Dissonatia walked casually towards the exit, until it finally became an anguished scream of impotent fury and despair, then quiet sobbing by someone who was once great and powerful, now brought so very very low.

Dissonantia however exited Torghast, grinning at this idea. She’d never been able to contract with one of the seducers before as the ritual called for, well, seduction and nobody was going to be seduced by an old crone like she was… but thanks to the anima from Revendreth, things had changed. Her body shimmered and suddenly a young woman of twenty was standing there, her long crimson hair hanging down her back as her delicate fingers worked through it. She’d even managed to learn how to hide her horns in her human form. “Roight then Azzy…” she said, her voice still accented but a lot lighter. “We need ta find a strappin’ young man… and a very sharp knife…” she smirked.

Stormwind City, Two Days Later, Late Night

If bedsprings had been invented, they would be making a terrible racket, but most beds were stuffed with straw in Stormwind and thus it was just a loud rustling. The young man couldn’t believe his luck. He’d just signed on with the guard, had been taken drinking by his friends to celebrate, and there was this red haired angel of a woman who seemed so impressed by his new uniform that she wanted to make sure ‘soldier boy’ started off his career with a bang.

The woman on top of him sure seemed intent on that, the way she was going you’d think she hadn’t had any fun in years, she was practically howling and all he had to do was lay there and hold onto her hips for dear life.

“B-by the Liiiiiight…” he gasped out, pushing upwards… and as he did he suddenly felt a tingling all over his body, and his arms went limp, as did the rest of him… save for… well… you know...

He looked around, his eyes still able to move and his lungs still working but found that he couldn’t lift even the smallest finger.

“Oh, sorry boyo, didn’t expect it to kick in that fast…” chuckled the woman, pointing a finger at a pair of wine glasses. He only now noticed that her’s was still full, while his was empty. “But I needed ya helpless fer this bit.” she grinned, reaching into her pouch and pulling out a dagger inlaid with fel runes, the same one she’d used in the Blasted Lands all those years ago… some of their dried blood still visible on it.

The young man’s eyes widened in horror as she held it up over his chest… and grinned, and her grin widened, and widened, as her body became larger, and hairier, her eyes turning a glowing blood red and horns sprouting from her forehead. “Yer daddy never warned yez ta be careful who yez bed down with? Pity that… things ain’t always wut they seem eh?” she sneered, the naked worgen aiming the dagger at his chest. “Not that it’ll matter in… eh, gimme five minutes, th’ bloody ribcage is always a bit of a bitch.” she grinned, her eyes glowing a deep bloody red suddenly as the runes on the dagger lit up as if on fire… and then the dagger came down, and the young man’s career in the city guard came to a sudden premature end.

Some smacks from her fists, enhanced by the strength of her worgen form, later to break the ribs away and she reached into his chest cavity, pulling out his still beating heart. The young man gasped for breath, bleeding out on the now ruined bed, his chest opened like a pig at the butcher’s.

“Heart of innocence corrupted… taken at lust’s height… I consume you, to call forth that which consumes all purity! Wicked as a demon am I, I call yez!” she intoned, then opened her jaw wide and shoved the heart to it as her fangs came down hard.

To become Illidari, one had to eat a demon’s heart to take the demon’s power into themselves.

To summon demons, one often had to do acts of depravity… but sometimes, there’s a bit of overlap.

As the young man bled out Dissonantia sat atop him, licking the blood from her claws. “Mmmn, not bad, coulda used some mustard…” she muttered, then glanced over at the sound of applause.

Sitting nearby on a chair, legs crossed with a smirk on its face, was a beautiful young man applauding as if he’d just enjoyed an amusing performance at a theater… except, his skin was a deep rose red, his eyes were a glowing icy blue, and he had long horns growing back from his forehead. A pair of massive wings spread out behind him, and his legs, from the knee down, were scaled and ending in hooves. A long whip-like tail swished next to him, and a loincloth was his only single hint at modesty.

“Oh VERY Good! Well done indeed! All the right elements. Youth defiled, innocence destroyed, trust betrayed, and even a clever little joke about mustard! Well done m’lady!” he laughed, his voice lyrical and pleasing to the ear… yet venomous all the same. Like how a snake’s scales can be beautiful, or the curve of a dagger can be attractive.

She smirked, climbing off the young man and wincing a bit as his… well, rigor mortis had definitely started to set in there. “I do try…” she sneered back, “Incubi is yez?” she asked.

“Oh no, I’m just a very handsome draenei.” he replied with a chuckle as if there wasn’t a fresh corpse not five feet away. “So, my summoner, what do you offer me for my service?” he asked.

“Yez know me, you lot can see souls, look inta mine ‘n see how we’re alike.” she smirked.

The incubi put a finger to his chin and narrowed his eyes, pouting his lips, “Hmmm, oh my… oh my my yes, you’re just back in the game after quite some time. Pity you mortals have to age but well well WELL you found a way around that! Anima? How intriguing!” he chuckled. “My fair worgeness, I can see life as your demon would be quite full of interest and excitement indeed.” he smirked, then looked at her claws. “Ah… but it does have to be YOUR blood… perhaps a wash first?” he suggested, pointing to the basin nearby.

Dissonantia looked down at her claws, “Mmm, ‘e was a juicy bugger wasn’t ‘e?” she nodded, shifting back to human and scrubbing the remains off her arms and hands, then came back and after transforming back to her worgen form she cut her palm, extending her hand. “Roight then. I, Dissonantia, bind myself to yez.”

The demon chuckled, extending one perfectly manicured finger… as the nail suddenly shot out two inches and became sharp as a razor, slicing his palm. Hot blood the same color as a fine grape wine swelled in the wound. “And I, Cenoon of the Incubi, bind myself to you… my Mistress.” he smiled back, standing and clasping his bleeding hand to her own.

After a bit more of a wash Dissonantia dressed herself and walked out of the house in her human form. Walking along beside her was an incredibly handsome young man dressed in fine rose-colored silks who, as he passed, several young men and women paused to watch him go past, a few walking into things as they did… including a dwarf who got very angry about that.

About ten minutes later Quzgup got the signal, lit the bottle of lamp oil under the young man’s bed, and all the windows in the house blew out as the bed burst into flames.

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drider-queen-alomancy · 2 years

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"None taken." Gul-gul simply replied. Jeremy meanwhile simply nodded, he understood where Alomancy was coming from. He was still trying to remember what it was Scott had said that fish was called that Gul-gul looked like. "D-do promise you'll be careful, i-i don't wanna see you get hurt." Jeremy stammered, he knew Alomancy was strong, but that didn't stop him from worrying about her or her new friend.

Alomancy nodded, nudging at Gul-gul to start swimming. "You should be more worried for the mermaid, Jer. You already know my preferred tastes." She commented, smirking and flashing her teeth. Despite being a sturgeon siren, she held some traits that were not so sturgeon-like. "I will be sure to visit again before the season is over. Let me know if you see any interesting sirens, Jer." She added, shooting a friendly wink his way before slowly swimming off, making sure Gul-gul was following.

#mermaid anon #siren alomancy #:eyes emoji:

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petitefaguette · 2 years

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watching ds9 is asking “is there a heterosexual explanation for this?” at least once per episode

#garak showed up finally and instantly I understood why people are obsessed with him #he literally understood the political plot right away but instead of telling anyone he was like #‘I’m gonna manipulate this fruity little doctor into revealing the scheme for me’#smirking maniacally in the background while julian reveals gul dukat’s scheme #also implied in the final scene that his motivation for exposing gul dukat is that they’re bitter exes #like ?? this was his FIRST EPISODE. it was so over the top gay I am beyond thrilled I get more of him #(compared to voyager which I’ve been watching lately. not nearly gay enough)#what a great character intro btw just going ‘yeah this guy has always lived here we’ve just never mentioned him before now’#star trek ds9 #when they said garak always makes the trouser legs too long do you think. do you think that’s space slang for. no I shan’t say it

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midshipmank · 6 years

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It’s always a good day to fuck with Dukat.

#kira's little smirk #I'm on 5.02 do not send me spoilers #Deep Space 9 #Kira Nerys #Star Trek #Gul Dukat

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I hope you’re not all kinked out! Possible fic… Dukat tied to a chair, blindfolded, interrogated by a spy (obsidian order or tal Shiar??). They don’t get very far with the interrogation because he seduces them with his sexy words and has them fuck him instead.

Also thank you for all your stories so far!

Ooooooh, I love this! I hope you don't mind that I chose a Tal Shiar agent for this! The idea of a Romulan!Reader is just too intriguing for me to pass up. I hope you enjoy this, my friend! 💜

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

Melodramatic Vulcans

Dukat (ST:DS9) x Romulan!Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Cardassian/Romulan sex, oral sex (female receiving), captor/captive sex, Dukat is an arrogant bastard even when restrained, implied torture, referenced mind probes.

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"You'd do well to answer my questions willingly, Gul," I called from the opposite side of the small interrogation room. Pouring myself a glass of water, I acted as though his presence was barely worth nothing. Dukat had been a thorn in the Tal Shiar's side for many years. He enjoyed baiting us with his own pathetic attempts at espionage within our organization. Now, he found himself tied to a chair and entirely at my mercy. "I assure you, we have other much less pleasant ways of extracting information from our prisoners."

"Yes, well, you may be more expressive than your Vulcan cousins, but I am no more intimidated by you than I would be by one of their species," Dukat crowed, but I just smirked in response and turned to look at him as I dropped my voice to a lower register - one that never failed to make my prey cower.

Admittedly, seeing Gul Dukat cowering before me would be intoxicating. The hunger in his eyes mingling with fear...the low rumbles that would reverberate through his chest–

No. I needed to focus. I had a job to do. I couldn't afford to indulge in fantasies, no matter how attractive my prisoner might be.

"Then you clearly have no idea who you're dealing with," I murmured as I stalked slowly across the small cell toward his bound body. Even captive like this, he seemed obscenely relaxed, sprawling his legs out as if he was in a plush armchair rather than tied to a tiny seat made of unyielding, unpleasant metal. "In a few moments, you'll be so busy spilling your government's secrets and pleading with me to remove the mind probe that you'll have no time for your posturi–"

"Gespar or lyka berries?"

His question was so far afield that I could do no more than stare at him blankly for a moment as I tried to work out what he meant.

"In your perfume," Dukat clarified with a gleam in his eyes. "Is that gespar I smell? Or is it the scent of lyka berries?"

What?

"I'm not wearing perfume," I replied truthfully, too stunned to lie, and he grinned deviously.

"Well, then, your natural scent is much more pleasant than I'd been lead to believe about Romulans, my dear. Or perhaps that's more than just your normal scent," he said allowing his eyes to rake down my uniform-clad body. "Maybe you've been thinking about the same things that I have. After all, I am at your mercy. I couldn't exactly resist your advances should you wish to make them - not that I would ever turn down a willing partner when she's as lovely as you are."

Placing my hands on my hips, I was quite certain my incredulity was written all over my face.

"Your brain is about to be sifted through by our mind probes, and all you can think of is sex?" Forcing down the thought that I was being hypocritical given my own musings, I tried to coat my every word in as much condescension as I could muster. "No wonder the Federation made your people run back home with your tails tucked between your legs. You were too busy mating to bother with a war."

"Don't forget who you're addressing. I'm the Former Prefect of Bajor. I've quite mastered the skill of multitasking," Dukat boasted as he unabashedly tossed me a wink. Was I imagining things, or was there a bulge growing more prominent in the front of his uniform trousers? "Both business and pleasure are areas in which I'm thoroughly versed."

Suppressing a shiver of anticipation, I lifted an eyebrow in what I hoped he would interpret as disbelief. Truthfully, though, all I could think of was how the women in his bed had been treated. Was he all hot air, or was there some veracity in his bragging?

"There, you see? I knew you were curious, just not about how the specs of our cloaking devices differ from yours," he said as a grin stretched his lips. "I'd be more than happy to show you, if you like. Compare me to the men of your species - in skill, in size, however you wish - but I can assure you, you won't be disappointed or leave this room unsatisfied."

Not for the first time, I was glad that the walls were soundproofed and that there were no cameras in this particular interrogation room. They'd surely be picking up the slight emerald blush coating my cheeks by now of they'd been present.

What a pompous ass of a man!

But I couldn't deny that I wanted to test his skills on a personal level. Doubtless, he'd already taken my silence for the damning admission that it was. That smirk hadn't dropped even a fraction of a millimeter. He had me, and he knew it.

"Come now, Major. Surely we can come to some sort of mutual understanding...?" I couldn't deny that I wanted to know what the Gul's moans sounded like from between my thighs. "Perhaps an exchange?"

Hesitating for merely a moment, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What did you have in mind?" As soon as the words passed my lips, I knew it was the wrong question to ask. He seemed positively gleeful.

"I'll answer a single question about our cloaks and satisfy your curiosity about Cardassian sexuality, and in exchange, you'll let me go without using those pathetic, primitive mind probes."

Well, he never specified when I needed to let him go, and he didn't rule out other forms of persuasion, so I thought it was a safe enough bet. Besides, though my species valued honesty, Romulans could still lie when the situation called for it.

No time like the present.

"Agreed," I answered tilting my chin up and moving to stand between his legs. "The question first. What do you use to shield the ambient radiation given off by your cloaking device's power source?"

Dukat gave me another smirk.

"Simple. A lead casing enhanced with neutronium." That wasn't physically possible. The cloak wouldn't be able to escape the field to protect the ship. Reacting to the glare that plastered my face, the Gul let out a laugh. "You really are just melodramatic Vulcans! Don't look so betrayed, pretty girl. If you recall, I never agreed to answer truthfully."

Touché.

"No, I suppose you didn't," I replied attempting to act as though I was partially defeated. It never hurt to throw your enemy off-balance every once and a while. "However, I believe it's time for you to hold up the second part of your agreement."

The Cardassian practically vibrated in his seat as I started to unfasten my tunic. Hunger rolled off him in waves with every inch of newly-exposed skin. Tangling my fingers in his dark, surprisingly silky hair, I tugged backward sharply so that he was forced to look into my eyes as I straddled his lap.

"Don't forget who's in charge, Gul," I murmured, but he just let out a low chuckle.

"Oh, believe me, Major..." he began, and within a blink I found myself on my back with Dukat kissing and biting his way down my chest, "I'm fully aware of who's calling the shots here. Are you?"

How had he manged to remove the restraints without me noticing?! Reaching for the distruptor on my hip, I found that he'd already torn it from its holster and tossed it across the room.

"Now, now, no need for that. I'm not going to hurt you, remember? Relax, Major," he crooned before swirling his tongue around one of my nipples and brushing my uniform to the side. "Give in to your curiosity. Let yourself experience what it means to be with the best..."

Dukat's continued arrogance was laughable, but the only sound that escaped me as he dragged my pants down was a moan. Beneath the sensation of his tongue dancing through my lower lips, I acknowledged somewhat vaguely that the Gul hadn't been exaggerating. If he was good enough, maybe I'd convince my superiors to keep him alive as a prisoner of the Tal Shiar.

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lorenzobane · 2 years

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Short Leash

Julian was, Garak thought with a fond smile, a truly terrible political spouse. He turned to more directly face his husband, who was speaking to Gul Rerlan.

Though, Garak thought again, perhaps not quite speaking and more like charmingly eviscerating.

"Your close-minded beliefs are directly harming my patients, Gul Rerlan. And I find that to be completely unacceptable. Not only have you interfered with how I run my hospital, but you have also--"

Gul Rerlan drew himself up, his long body- the ideal of Cardassian beauty- pulled to its full height. "I will not be spoken to like this; I am a Gul. You foolish--"

"I think you'll find," Julian responds, his voice tight with sarcasm and fury, "that you can be spoken to like this. And what's more, you deserve it."

"Minister Garak," Gul Rerlan said, and Garak sighed.

Often when Julian decides that he will not tolerate injustice, other Cardassians assume that Garak will reign him in. The thought is so comical and unlikely that it occasionally made him chuckle just thinking about it. Julian had always been like this, unintimidated and unimpressed by authority figures. They may be married, but Garak never thought he'd get much by way of obedience.

"Yes, Rerlan?"

"Control your Federaji whore, or I will do it for you," Gul Rerlan barked with a smirk, clearly hoping to enrage and humiliate both of them.

Garak allowed his face to shift into a pleasantly cordial smile, one he had perfected over years of customer service. "I think you may want to rethink that statement."

"I don't think I do, actually," he replied, sounding so much like Skrain Dukat for a moment that Garak was momentarily distracted by deja vu.

"My husband," Julian cut in, cold as ice, "does not control me. And if you're attempting to find an ally in him, you'd be very mistaken. Elim knew perfectly well who I was when he married me."

Garak smiled at that- it was a paraphrase of what he had said to Julian the night after their wedding.

("Am I... Well, am I a political liability?" Julian asked, curled towards him on the bed.

Garak chuckled, "my dearest doctor, indeed you are."

Julian looked genuinely troubled by this, so Garak opened his mouth to walk the statement back with a pretty lie when Julian spoke again. "Do I-- would it be easier if I, well--"

"If you are insinuating," Garak started as he lifted a hand and threaded it carefully through Julian's soft hair, "that I would prefer you change your personality in some substantive way, I think you will find that the answer is no."

"Even if it would make your life easier?" Julian asked with a laugh.

"Especially then," Garak replied. "Aside from which, I recognize that I am a few years older than you, but trust me when I say: I did not suffer any delusions of who you were when we got married. I am perfectly aware of the man in my bed. And I am quite in love with him."

Julian's answering smile, sweet and shy as a dimple appeared in his left cheek, was certainly worth the costs.)

"Indeed," Garak replied. "I did, after all, fill out all of the marriage forms."

Julian turned to him, exasperated, "how many times are you going to bring this up. I am terribly sorry that I was trapped in an emergency medical surgery to save someone's life."

"Somehow, that is always your excuse," Garak comments idly, taking a sip of tea.

"Don't you start," Julian replied, but his voice is softer now. Laughter danced in his eyes.

"In any case," Garak replies, standing up from his chair behind his desk, "I do happen to agree with him, Rerlan. Our resources and morale are scarce; I cannot have you launching a public misinformation campaign."

"He developed his so-called "vaccine" in two weeks. The people of Cardassia have the right to ask questions!"

Garak spared a moment's thought to those hellish two weeks. A water-borne illness that had killed thousands of people before Julian could isolate a treatment and a vaccine. And Julian himself had run himself basically ragged, dropping ten pounds and becoming so skeletal. Garak was worried it might do permanent damage.

"The people of Cardassia," Garak replied, "deserve to live. I would hate to have to make this an order, Rerlan. After all, I do so hope to maintain our courteous, professional relationship."

Garak let the insinuation hang in the air. Rerlan has been lobbying for more significant subsidies for farmers for the better part of three years. If Garak gave his support, that would all but ensure that his coalition would vote for it as well. Democracy was an experiment that Garak was still unsure about. However, at this moment, it is serving him quite well.

Rerlan gave him an ugly look before standing up sharply. "No, I'll issue a statement recanting my original position."

"It is always so wonderful when we can compromise with our dear friends, wouldn't you say, Rerlan?"

"Yes, Minister Garak," Rerlan said, his voice tight with fury. "I will take my leave of you."

"Just one more thing," Garak says, still smiling peacefully. "If you ever refer to my husband, my dearest love, as a Federaji whore again, I think you will find me much less agreeable. I would hate to have to use my old skillset from my former occupation to ensure my beloved spouse is being treated well. Am I making myself clear?"

Rerlan gave him a sharp nod and left, and then Garak turned to Julian.

"You know," Julian said with a smile, "you really are devastatingly sexy when you're defending my honor."

Garak chuckled, "Oh goodness, doctor, it is more about me. I can't allow people to speak ill of my spouse. It would make me look terribly weak."

Julian laughed at him and walked around the desk to sit on it in front of Garak. Garak spared a moment to consider whether it would be worth complaining- sitting on a government desk! The gall!- before deciding against it.

Garak studied him closely. He still hadn't fully regained the weight he lost when he was researching for a vaccine, and his eyes had dark circles under them. Still, even with his too skinny body, and too tired eyes, he's beaming at Garak. It tugs something painful right at the center of his being.

He places a hand on Julian's thigh, "besides. You really are my dearest love, and impertinence aside, I would never allow you to be disrespected in my presence. Not by anyone, but definitely not by someone so clearly inferior to everything you are. You are precious. To me, of course, but to Cardassia as well."

Julian's face softened from the mocking laughter to something sweetly enamored. His dimple, the one that haunts Garak's dreams, made yet another appearance. He learned early on that targeted and well-timed sincere comments caught Julian flat-footed far more than overt flirting or mockery. His eyes which look almost too large on his hunger-thin face, widen even more. Stunningly beautiful.

Julian twines his hands behind Garak's head and pulls him up slightly out of the chair to kiss him fiercely. "I really do love you, you know."

"Really? I never would have guessed, what with the shared home, the vows of love and loyalty we took, the--"

Julian laughed again, "ridiculous. Anyway, I am off to lunch. Would you care to join me?"

Garak grabbed Julian's hand and pressed a firm kiss to the center of his palm before pulling Julian towards the door. "my dear doctor, nothing would please me more."

#julian bashir #elim garak #garashir #st: ds9 #my fic #I think i'mma do a couple of these #in a sort of mini series #like a happy cardassia thing #where they're just in love and married and cute #im a sucker for an established relationship man #this is sugary sweet

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ur-cute-so-i · 2 years

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I have written a chapter of state sanctioned alien erotica. I am a mad woman and have no one to blame but myself and @onetobeamup

So please enjoy Chapter One of Gul of her Choice and excuse any formatting issues, I'm on mobile.

Oloh Lodam was not panicking; because Oloh Lodam did not panic. Panic was a completely useless emotion, if she had given in to panic or self doubt she would not have lasted a day at the University of Culat. Instead, she had not only excelled in her chosen field, linguistics, she had done it as one of the only two women. She was a credit to her nation; and to her father, whose footsteps she had so willingly followed in.

Willingly and apparently blindly, she thought bitterly. Followed him right into disgrace on Cardassia II, alone with no friends, no connections, and four younger siblings she had to protect from his stupid mistakes. Which brought her to her state of not-panic.

“This is hopeless!” Oloh cried as she threw the ridiculously tiny makeup brush down on the desk. She turned away from the mirror and her half made up ridges. She stared in despair at the mess in her room, every single dress pulled from every closet and drawer. She nearly clutched at her hair, but stopped herself at the last minute. Her long locks were in a very intricate braid that so far was the only thing going right this evening. She heard a giggle come from somewhere in the clutter.

“Gila, if you’re going to be in my room at least be quiet!” Oloh snapped. The giggling cut off suddenly and Oloh felt a wave of guilt crash over her. Oloh pinched her nose and took a deep breath, and said in a kinder tone “I’m sorry, Gila. Come on out, honey.” Her youngest sister burrowed out from a huge pile of rejected outfits and stumbled over to Oloh, reaching up to be held. Oloh sighed but picked her up and squeezed tightly. Gila wriggled her arms free to poke at Oloh’s forehead, giggling again when her fingers came away dusted with blue powder.

“Well she can’t make it any worse” sniped a voice from the doorway. Oloh looked up to see that the rest of her siblings were also watching her have a breakdown over her makeup. Savaar, the second youngest, was fidgeting and scratching at the scales behind his ears. It was a childhood habit he’d recently picked up again, which worried Oloh to no end. The twins, Ikat and Varak, were leaning against opposite sides of the doorway, like mirror images of each other. Ikat pushed off the doorway and walked over, took Gila from Oloh, and placed her on the ground with a parting tickle to her tummy. With a giggling shriek, Gila ran off to play somewhere else.

“You were always helpless when it came to these things” she said, gazing critically at Oloh’s handiwork, “It makes sense, you hardly need it, which is incredibly annoying. Let me help.”

“Oh, and wear this one,” Varak said, holding up a dress Oloh had dismissed as being too desperate, “the cutouts are quite daring.” He smirked at her. Oloh was too old to stick her tongue out at her younger brother, but she did it anyway if only to feel lighter, for just a moment. Varak just tsk’ed.

“Look at me, please” Ikat said as she yanked Oloh’s chin towards her, brandishing the previously discarded makeup brush. “Well, I’ve certainly got my work cut out for me, you have to leave in 40 minutes if you don’t want to miss Officer’s Ball.”

“Would that be so bad?” Savaar asked, “You could just stay here tonight.” That was another worrying thing, Savaar hated to have Oloh out of his sight, like she might never come back every time she left the house.

“No Savaar, dearest, I have to go.” She reached out her hand to him, hoping to sooth his concerns, but he didn’t come.

“But why?” He cried mournfully

“Because our dear father’s scholarly instincts outweighed his good sense.” Varak scoffed. Savaar’s eyes welled with tears at the mention of their father, as usual. He was doing a valiant job of not letting them fall, but it was only a matter of time before Varak’s snide remarks got him.

“Savaar, why don’t you go make and bring some tea to Mother? I’m sure she’d love that.” Savaar sniffled but straightened, and scampered off to the kitchen.

“You’re too soft on him, you know.” Ikat said as she dusted her shoulders a bright, alluring blue. “You do him no favors by coddling him so.”

“I know, but this is only a phase. Once he gets used to Cardassia II, he’ll perk right up, I’m sure of it.”

“And mother will leave the house and stop staring out the window at nothing.” Varak muttered.

“Varak!”

“No, that’s what the husband is for.” Ikat says, with a final swipe at Oloh’s ridges. “There, now get dressed, but don’t smudge anything!”

Soon Oloh was running out the front door to the waiting shuttle, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders. She was going to find a husband and she was going to do it tonight.

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The hall was beautiful. There were banners all along the walls, emblazoned with the Central Command logos and emblems of the different troops in attendance. Oloh’s heart swelled with pride to be so surrounded by the visual reminder of why they were all here tonight. To celebrate the establishment of a new command center here on Cardassia II, turning this once humble colony into a true member of the Cardassian Union. Cardassia II may not be home, she may be here in a semi-form of exile, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be proud to see the Union grow ever stronger.

Oloh shook off her starry eyed wonder and looked around the room. The party seemed split between two rooms, the front hall that was set up for dining and a back hall that had faint music pouring out of it. Dinner would not be served for a while yet, so Oloh made her way to the back hall. There was an attendant at the door who gave a curt military bow. Oloh assured herself she was being paranoid when she saw him hesitate when she gave him her name. He loudly called “Miss Oloh Lodam” into the room and then gestured to another attendant inside the ballroom who took her cloak. Well, the party hadn’t fallen into a deadly silence when her name rang out, so it was already an improvement from the last party she attended on Cardassia Prime. She made her way to the refreshment table to get herself a drink, her cunning eyes jumping from man to man in the room, trying to scope out the perfect target. She began a leisurely circuit around the room, listening for any helpful tidbit.

About halfway around the room, she came across a small group of Guls and their wives.

“Who is that man? I don’t believe I’ve seen him here before.” One of the women asked

“Oh, that’s Glinn Dal, an old academy friend of Gul Lengo. He won’t be stationed here permanently, I hear he has his sights set on a promotion and a new Galor-Class ship.” Her husband responded.

“Well, he’ll certainly need that promotion if wants to command that new warship” Another Gul answered as he took a sip of his kanar.

Oloh surreptitiously peered around the group to see who they were talking about and had to restrain herself from gasping outright. Glinn Dal was magnificent. Tall and stately, shining hair perfectly slicked back; he was in the middle of conversation with several other Glinns and Guls. He couldn’t have been older than 35, but already Oloh could see a faint glimmer of gray around his temple. His conversation partner must have said something funny, because he threw his head back and laughed, exposing his neck ridges further. Oloh nearly whimpered. There was a mix of men and women in his group, Oloh couldn’t tell if he had arrived with anyone, but if he hadn't, he could be just the man she was hunting. A military man with ambition, he'd only be home long enough to make a few children before he was deployed off again. His stunning looks was just an extra, making those brief visits much more pleasurable than she could have dreamed. Finishing off her drink and discreetly adjusting her bodice, Oloh made her way to the Glinn.

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Glinn Rojo Dal was enjoying himself at this party, he really was. There was no reason for him not to be enjoying himself. He was in the prime of his life, had a promising military career, and was surrounded by like minded friends. So what if his best friend had met a farmer heiress and married above his station and made Gul before him. Lengo and his wife were true friends and a credit to Cardassia! So what if his military career depended on him finding a wife; he was not blind, he knew he was handsome and charming. He'd had enough daliences in his youth to be confident in his performance of marital duties. But the pressure to find a wife and to do so quickly made him nervous.

Which is why he was here, at a party at a garrison he wasn't even stationed at. Lengo insisted that there were eligible women for the taking on Cardassia II, and he would barely take two steps planetside before finding a wife.

But then he'd been caught up in the social networking required of a man of his station with military ambitions. Meeting with old friends from the Academy, touring the new garrison, introducing himself to a few legates, anything that could give him a leg up when promotions came around. And not just this time, but the next time, and the time after that. It left Rojo feeling very disillusioned. The mark of a good soldier should be his conduct in service, not who he's friends with and where he is seen.

It colored his whole attitude to finding a wife as well. Of course he wanted to marry and father children for the glory of Cardassia, but with all his recent wining and dining it now felt… cheap.

He resigned himself to a slightly futile evening and took a sip of his kanar when the herald called out yet another name. Rojo looked up and fumbled his glass of kanar and nearly choked. The late arrival was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in her life. Her long hair was braided all the way down to her lower back. She wore a long, deep green dress with an almost scandalous cut out at her shoulders that were revealed as she pulled her cape off. She somehow seemed to shimmer in the light. She was stunning- Rojo cursed himself for not properly listening to the herald, he had no idea what her name was.

A hard clap to his back brought him out of his reverie.

"What's the matter, Dal? Forget how to drink kanar?" Lengo laughed boisterously. He did always find his own jokes very amusing. Rojo rolled his eyes fondly.

"No, no, I could never forget how to drink kanar. I was just distracted by someone- do you know who she is?" Rojo said, pointing back towards the door, where she had been standing.

"Ah, has someone finally caught your eye?" Lengo said with a knowing smile.

"I've always said you were too picky." Now which one is so beautiful she nearly made you choke to death"

Rojo turned to gesture at her, but to his dismay, she was already gone. He scanned the crowds but couldn't see her anywhere.

"I… I don't know." How on earth could a woman like that blend into the crowd?

"Seeing things now, Dal?" Lengo laughed. "Don't worry, we'll find her once the dancing begins."

Rojo nodded in agreement, but continued scanning the room, trying to find her.

Rojo was so distracted by his search he completely lost track of the conversation around him until he caught the last line of some joke Lengo was telling. It caught him so off guard his laughter surprised him. He threw back his head and reached out to stabilize himself against Lengo.

He was still recovering when a voice he hadn’t heard before said “Something amusing, Glinn Dal?”

Rojo couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, the beautiful stranger, standing right before him with a wry quirk of her eyebrows. She was somehow more beautiful up close. Her eyes were dark and serious and her scales were a gorgeous shade of blue. Rojo was literally speechless. Too speechless. He was just standing there, staring at her.

"Uh- I… I guess so." he stuttered out nonsense as her face took on a disbelieving look.

"You'll have to forgive our dear Dal, a fine head for military tactics but absolutely useless at meeting new people." Lengo cut it. "Lucky for him he's got me. This shy oaf is Rojo Dal, but you seem to know that already. And you are?"

"Oloh Lodam, it is a pleasure to meet you. And should I assume that you are Gul Lengo?"

"Right again! Surely you must not know everyone in our party, let me introduce you."

As Lengo took Miss Lodam around their circle Rojo had the sinking feeling that he was in quite a lot of trouble.

#gul of her choice #star trek deep space nine #cardassians #star trek #Cardassia #i am having the TIME OF MY LIFE

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ohayopoko · 3 years

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There’s a sneak peak 👀

OH MY GOD MAMA THIS IS SO PRETTY I LOVE IT I LOVE HOW YOU GAVE EREN A SMIRK AND HIS SKIN TONE THE KISSES I CANTTT ITS SO FUCKING PERECT I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE FINAL PIECE! IM ALSO IN LOVE W Y/N’s NAILS GIRL AND THE OMBRÉ FADE ON HER FINGER TIPS GUL U DID THISSSS

and now I have inspiration to keep writing match 7💓😏

#submission #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x black reader #erenxblackfem #erenxblackgirl #black y/n #match #match7 #eren brainrot #eren thirst #erehisu #black s/o #eren jaeger x black reader #eren fanart

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badedramay · 2 years

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arylie ki pasoori - 19/02/22

where do I start?

there’s a certain level of nasha that only ITV provides and I believe, today’s episode was choke full of that.

not to be confused with sasta nasha although both the nashas are hinged on massive KUCHBHI???! ness, sasta nasha confuses you to the point where your brain is too busy reeling in the fact that all this...stuff is really actually happening and it’s not some torture simulation you are being subjected to. while the good wala nasha is again full of KUCHBHI???!! but that KUCHBHI???!! is just so damn engrossing that you don’t even have the TIME to actively question the logic of stuff because you are too damn busy ENJOYING it.

that’s what happened today.

BECAUSE HONEY. THAT FIGHT SEQUENCE WAS *chef kiss*

I don’t WANT to get into the physics of it. THAT’S NOT THE POINT! I’M SORRY HOW COULD ANYONE WATCH THE ENTIRE EPISODE WITH ANY FEELING EXCEPT THE URGE TO GO ALL OUT SEETI MAAR POPCORN PHENK TAALI BAJAO BECAUSE OH MY GOD ISSE KEHTE HAIN SOLID ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!!

Ek toh behen log mereko bataaoooooooooo yeh kya baaaariiii level ka sexual tension tha yahan pe?!

she was bloody (HAH!) showing off!!! AND HE WAS TURNED ON! LIKE LET’S BE REAL! OUR MAN, OUR ASHIQ SINGH RATHORE, WAS FUCKING TURNED ON WATCHING IMLIE BEAT THOSE GOONS TO PULP SINGLE HANDEDLY!!

just the visuals were just so damn powerful! this sheer ADRENALINE rush I get seeing our FLs take on enemies twice their size and coming out victorious. i love it. i LOVEEE it when FLs get down to dirty business like this without any fear. .

I AM REMINDED OF THE DANGAL EPISODE OF MY QUEENI GAURI KUMARI SSARMA OKAY?!

today Imlie had the SAME cold look on her face as Gauri had had. tab..Gauri had fought for her husband’s honor. now..Imlie was fighting for HER honor...the honor of being a woman. and yes it’s physically impossible and YES it can be called absurd BUT GOD FUCKING DAMNIT IF ONLY WE HAD MORE SUCH MAINSTREAM REPRESENTATION OF WOMEN HAVING THE BRAWNS TO TAKE ON THOSE WHO HARM THEM AND DEFEATING THEM THEN MAYBE MAYBE OUR MAINSTREAM FICTIONAL CONTENT WOULDN’T PUT ME OFF SO MUCH!!!

Imlie kicked, she did a backflip in the air, she front rolled, she FLEW, she smirked when she had a man pinned down on the floor with her foot - WHY WOULDN’T I HAVE CHEERED FOR ANY OF IT?! and it was by watching HER that the other girls took up the dandas and starting thrashing the goons! and yes yes yes it’s fictional and it’s a fantasy but it’s SO POWERFUL TO WITNESS!! to see women standing up for themselves like this while the ML sat on the chair staying true to his promise that he would step in ONLY when his help is required because he knows the girl can take care of herself on her own.

SAKJDHWEAWJ JUST LOOK AT HOW ARYAN WAS ALL IMPRESSED WATCHING IMLIE FLY IN THE AIR!!!!

PLEASE EK PUNCH SE SHE WAS MAKING ALL THE GOONS FLYYYY I AM IN LOVE WITH HER!!!

and not just herself. not just the other women. SHE SAVED HER MAN AS WELL. Y’ALL. IMLIE USING HER DUPATTA AS A TIGHT ROPE TO PULL ARYAN UP FROM THE CHAIR AND AWAY FROM THE DANGER! LIKE THE MAN WAS SO LOST IN WATCHING IMLIE FUCKING THRASH THE GOONS THAT HE DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE THE DANGER LURKING BEHIND HIM!!!

DIL MEIN MERE OPERA BAJJ RAHA HAI ABHI MAIN KYA HI EXPLAIN KAROON?!

saved the man, had a tiny Jaaniya moment, KICKED THE GOON, turned around to resume the Jaaniya moment.

WHAT’S

NOT

LOVE?!?!??!?!?!?

phir toh apni behen ne jo woh doodh wala tank utha ke YEH RAKH KE BAJAYA GUNDAY LOGON KO!

AA TE THA!

AA TE THA!!

main toh sab sharam lihaz chorh ke full SEETIYAAAN hi baja rahi hoon by god ki qasam!!!!

Sumbul Touqeer Khan. PUT SOME MF’ING RESPECT TO HER NAME!!!!!!!!

AUR PHIR UTRA MERA ARU MAIDAAN MEIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAAAARRRR no one serves aesthetic visuals better than Gul Khan and his team of creatives. the official entry of Aryan in the maidaan..not as some towering hero but he is shown entering in a lower position. he literally LIFTS Imlie up and any and all blows are all landed by Imlie here. cuz Aryan really isn’t the hero here! he wasn’t meant to be! It’s Imlie! this was her fight and she remained the champion throughout! Aryan, again as always true to his words, was just there to lend support!

VISUAL DEKHEN AAP BUSSSS AUR TAALIYAN BAJAEN!!!

BEST thing is how throughout such an action packed episode the EMOTIONAL beats were not compromised! I mean...Aryan lifting Imlie up which was a visual callback to their conversation of the previous episodes about pinjras and taking flights. OH I AM GETTING EMOTIONAL BUT THE FIRST TIME THEY MET SHE WAS ON THE GROUND AND HE WOULDN’T EVEN LEND HER A HAND TO STAND UP AND NOW HE’S GIVING HER ACTUAL WINGS TO FLY!!!

oh bloody hell they’re in love.

Police comes. Gundas are locked. Everyone is saved. felt GOOD to hear that Arvind Trust lives because mujhe toh laga tha sab hi Aryan ne apne naam se karna hai xD

Gotta loveeee an OTP that can start bantering after sharing a very emotionally charged moments xD Gilehri SHIPS them and AryLie NOPPED her but lmaaooo we call can SEEEE what it is! god i LOVEEE these kind of hint hint wink wink bits dropped by random characters than foreshadow the future of the couple.

waise i gotta say..the DENIAL is gonna be so hella strong from BOTH sides! mast challenge yeh hoga - who’ll cave in first? xD

my pair of adorable IDIOTS.

ALREADY WRITTEN SO LONG AND I STILL HAVE A GOOD CHUNK OF THE EPISODE LEFT!!!!

How CASUALLY responds to the name ABP.

How easily she brushes off all his protests.

How comfortably she holds his hand and leads him where she pleases.

....oh my god she holds his hand and leads him where she pleases.

having an honest conversation is their thing™....i’ll forever keep on crying about their development. the way she opens herself to him...she leaves herself bare...doesn’t conceal ANYTHING...the depth of her emotions which are so complex most people wouldn’t want to talk about them...she lets them all out for him because she knows HE’D understand!!!

and it’s just so damn BEAUTIFUL to see them having a relationship where the give and take is equal or as equal as it can be. it’s not like she doesn’t know that he gives her a lot but in her own way...she does return him the....help? guidance? support? that he gives her.

I am just so HAPPY that we are finally getting an Imlie who THANKS Aryan! mujhe laga tha yeh maujiza kabhi nahin hoga! but she not only acknowledges his help...she thanks him too! it just took her a HUGE jhatka to see how much he did for her but chalo DIKHA toh sahi. and in return she gave him...a stem of a plant as a symbolism of hope. her hope and her BISWAS ohhhh YES HER BISWAAASSSSSSS that he too will be able to fight his demons the way he has been helping her to fight hers...the way he has been encouraging her to fight hers! ISSE ZYADA AUR KYA HI CHAIYE EK RELATIONSHIP SE?!?!?

asdjaweaaewajh the HAQ with which she orders him to talk to a plant. you just KNOW he’s gonna do that. yeh sirf uper uper se bolta nahin ke nahin karega...karta WOHI hai jo Imlie chahti hai xD cuz that’s the HOLD she has on him!!

let’s see kal kya hota hai! Malini ka PF or not? can’t even guess. all I know is that i am EXCITED!!! cuz Aryan has already put Malini at the top of his enemy list thanks to the kaand she did to Imlie and it looks like Imlie too has given up on any lihaz she might’ve had for Malini. it’s personal for BOTH of them now. oooooooooooh. kaafi drama hoga bhayee!!

P.S - i have a test tomorrow so please guys send a prayer for me!

#imlie #arylie #arylie ki pasoori #tellywood

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