#love bites (roland)

[as-above-rp]

@gunslinginnhogtyin liked for a thread | Closed

Roland didn't like hunting when he was this hungry. He became reckless, and aggressive. He grabbed the first person he came across and pulled them into an alley, covering their mouth and sinking his teeth into their neck. He wasn't going to drain them--Roland only killed as a last resort, in self defense. This human had done nothing wrong, except choose this street to take on their way home. He would only take a pint or two, and wipe their memory of him. Then he could find one more person to do the same, and go home. It would keep him fed until his next delivery.

But, Roland had been reckless. He didn't expect this person to fight back so hard, even as they were losing blood so quickly. Suddenly, he felt a seering hot pain in his side and his muscles convulsed, causing him to unlatch and collapse to the ground. Son of a bitch--a TASER? He was almost impressed--proud even. But they were running, and Roland couldn't risk them running their mouth about him. He had to catch them, and fast. He could still track them by their smell, for now. He was much faster than them--surely catching them wouldn't be a problem.

But the gods had a sick sense of humor, and other plans in mind for the vampire that night. Because as he rounded another corner in quick pursuit, he ran right into someone coming from the other direction, hard. They both went down onto the gravel, and Roland nearly barreled over the stranger; but a flash of blue eyes and a red handkerchief around their neck made him hesitate. In a snap moment of realization, he quickly got up and pushed himself back along the ground until he was against a wall, trying to hide half of his face behind his hand. There was no hiding the blood staining his shirt, though.

"--Butch?"

#born in the west (butch) #love bites (roland) #cw blood #blood #tw blood #tw #vampirism

[as-above-is-moving]

new muse alert! Roland Whitaker! The barista/bartender vampire OC idea i mentioned a while back. I've been brainstorming and working on him ever since, lol

He'll get a proper muse page soon~

#love bites (roland) #muse art #mu art #oc #oc art #vampre #vampire oc #mun art #tw blood #blood

[jacksintention]

Automaton angel

#WHAT A CONCEPT #The imagery is soooo good #Anyway I caved. I've read the chapter without further context. I couldn't help it I loved the concepts it played with #Very Rufus the thing the guy with the brooch did at first. The panel of the archivist girl was so Lacie I could have kicked the wall #The play on the significance of names and existence and the role one plays in the world/notions of self I loved as well #And that is so 👀 when later on it's mentioned off-hand that... Olivier is actually named Romeo? Have I understood that well? #It was so cute that little throwback with him and Roland as kids. And that he knew of Astolfo meeting a friend but didn't tell due to that #And wow there was rape everywhere in this chapter? I didn't know Astolfo had been raped. I had heard about his... mother? sister? #But not him. I mean‚ maybe they were victims of sex-rape‚ but the talk about several vampires biting him and drinking his blood #and how the mark never leaves and how dirty and maimed in ever sense he feels sure seems to imply that at least metaphorically #The angel-like being also having gone through that is interesting again in its potential implications and ramifications. The very concept #Anyway... That pretty guy telling Astolfo that he knows what he's going through and recommending him to kill himself #because life is hell from that moment on... Wow he was so real and seemed so... sincere? But who knows. He sure is alive #That + the angel-like figure's words make it so intriguing given his position as chasseur? paladin? whatever the name was #Anyway I loved that he said that in any case #I liked Olivier on the verge of getting violent with the guy who was being a dick too I can't help it. Leave the kid alone #I'm rambling but yeah I loved the concept around this angel-like being both aesthetically and narratively for what we got #I talk too much #I should probably delete this later

[haveihitanerve]

I couldnt find the pic, but i have it written out so here-

Tears for Fears interview No 1 1985. Interview is typed out below!

Tears for Fears play Mr & Mr

Remember the rules? That’s right, one group member is grilled in private about the personal habits of the other. Afterwards his answers are checked by telling them to his partner. Points scored depend on how near the mark they are. Points are lost for group splits or fist fights…

What’s Roland’s greatest fear?

Curt: “Nuclear war and flying – but flying first and foremost. He’s calmed down a lot now but he used to hate it. Once we had to fly from Birmingham in a light aircraft with only eight seats and we just got thrown everywhere. Roland grabbed the back of my seat and swore all the way home.”

Roland’s answer: “Flying, yes, that was an easy one for you.”

Does Roland enjoy winding people up?

Curt: “Oh yes, it was funny, we met the people at our American record company recently and because they hadn’t bothered to do any research on us, none of them knew our names. I mean, really, we’re their number one act and they don’t know who’s Curt and who’s Roland! So when they threw a party for us I was so pissed off that I didn’t go, but Roland went along and introduced himself as Curt. So there was this poor record company exec introducing Roland to all these journalists and radio people as Curt Smith – I thought that was hysterical!”

Roland’s answer: “Oh yeah, I did a great wind-up in Boston recently when a guy from our American company had the cheek to say to me, “I’d like to introduce you to some people – what did you say your name was again?” So I said I was Curt and at the end of the day I told him who I really was”

What’s Roland’s most prized possession?

Curt: “I’d say his wife Caroline, but she’s not really a possession. Could be his special edition Fender Strat guitar that he uses every night, or his cat, or his camera. One of those!”

Roland’s answer: “Er – this quiz is really hard isn’t it? Well one answer would be my wife…”

Curt: “One of my answers was your wife. A point!”

Roland: “And one would be my Strat.”

Curt: “Yes, the Strat, got that one as well.”

Roland: “And one would definitely be my camera.”

Curt: “Three points!”

No 1: “Nice try – but that’s still only one point.”

What does Roland like most about being famous?

Curt (no hesitation here): THE MONEY! You see, Roland doesn’t particularly like being famous at all, but there is that one advantage. He’ll probably lie when he gives his answer though.”

Roland: “What do I like about being famous? I think it’s probably the money!”

What’s Roland’s most annoying habit?

Curt (again without hesitation): “He’s a noisy eater, but he’ll never admit to that. The bad habit he will admit to is looking at himself in mirrors – if you’re talking to him and suddenly he looks over your shoulder and starts tidying his hair – you know there’s a mirror behind you.”

Roland’s answer: “I bet I know what Curt said about me – he said I eat with my mouth open didn’t he?”

Curt: “Yeah, and there’s another answer Roland, go on, you know what it is!”

Roland (innocently): “Could it be looking at myself in the mirror?”

Who’s Roland’s all-time hero?

Curt: “Good question – could be Paul Simon, could be David Byrne or the actress Jessica Lange.”

Roland’s answer: “John Lennon”

Curt: “Oh I didn’t know that – one point down”

When Roland fell in love with his wife Caroline, was he sloppy or cool?

Curt: “He was just 13 when he met Caroline and he was so nervous on his first date that he got really drunk and spent the whole afternoon throwing up in the toilet. I remember he got drunk before he met her and had to stagger down the road to meet her. Caroline ended up sitting with him while he threw up and now they’re married – she’s got a warped sense of humour.!”

Roland’s answer: “I was nervous, wasn’t I?”

Curt: “You were pissed!”

Roland: “I was very, very nervous and I was also unconscious for about three hours!”

Can you remember the date of Roland’s wedding anniversary?

Curt: “I think…I believe…it’s September the something. He got married in a registry office but I had a big do.”

Roland’s answer: “September the 10th”

Curt: “I didn’t know exactly when it was but I got the month right”

Of all the countries he’s visited which is Roland’s favourite?

Curt: “I’d say France because his dad’s French and so he can speak the language. Also there’s good food, good cheese and good wine.”

Roland’s answer: “France.”

What’s been Roland’s most embarrassing moment on stage?

Curt: “He hasn’t had one that I can think of, but the most embarrassing thing for both of us is looking back on all the old TV appearances we’ve done – just the way we were then!”

Roland’s answer: “I can’t think of any.”

Curt: “Nor could I, so I said that looking back on our old image was embarrassing.”

Roland: Yes, that’s true, you deserve a point there. We looked so young and pathetically fragile!”

What’s Curt’s greatest fear?

Roland: “Mmmm, that’s an easy one for Curt to answer about me but he doesn’t seem to get scared about anything. He doesn’t realize when he’s in a dangerous situation. I mean, he never gets scared about flying which is pathetic!”

Curt’s answer: “Fear?!!”

Roland: “You see what I mean!”

Curt: “No, I don’t have any fears.”

Can you remember what you and Curt talked about the first time you ever met?

Roland: “Yeah, I was 13 and I went around to his house and he told me he wasn’t allowed out because he’d been in a fight the day before.”

Curt’s answer: “Er!” (looks totally blank)

Roland: “It was one specific subject but I’m not allowed to help you.”

Curt: “Oh yes, we talked about me not being allowed to go out because I’d been involved in a fight.”

Of all his pet cats, does Curt have a favourite and if so which one?

Roland: “He probably does have a favourite and I’d say it’s his first one. Treasure, a completely black half Siamese cat.”

Curt’s answer: “Treasure.”

If Curt ruled the world for a day, what’s the first thing he’d do?

Roland: “Ah, now I know the answer to this one because he’s been asked it before – and he said he wouldn’t accept the responsibility in the first place.”

Curt’s answer: “I bet Roland said I’d change everyone to working class.”

Roland: “I didn’t. I said you wouldn’t do it.”

Curt: “Well you were right then, weren’t you?”

Is Curt a sulker or a shouter when he’s in a mood?

Roland: “He’s a sulker, he’ll go off in a corner somewhere and sulk for hours. I’m the one that shouts.”

Curt’s answer: “I sulk for ages.”

Does Curt ever take a long time to get ready when he’s going out?

Roland: “No, he’s pretty quick. Just clothes on and that’s it. I probably take a bit longer because I wear a little eye make-up.”

Curt’s answer: “I’m always quick.”

When Curt first fell in love with his wife Lynn, was he sloppy or cool?

Roland: “He wasn’t sloppy, he just fell into it very easily and soon moved in with her.”

Curt’s answer: “I’m normally nervous but when I first met Lynn she introduced herself to me and I was sorta taken over really!”

Roland: “I said you fell into it easily.”

Curt: “Yes, that’s a fair comment, give him a point.”

Can you remember the date of Curt’s wedding anniversary?

Roland: “Well it’s in December (much deep thinking for a while here). I’d say it’s December 18th.”

Curt’s answer: “December 18th.”

Roland (ecstatic): I remembered, I remembered!”

What’s Curt’s most annoying habit?

Roland (laughing more and more as he thinks about the answer): “When he’s had a few drinks he keeps repeating himself. He’ll repeat the same sentence to you over and over again, and you go “Yeah Curt, right Curt, really Curt!””

Curt’s answer: “I repeat myself a lot, don’t I?”

Roland (so excited he starts drumming with his hands on the table in triumph): “HAH! So you know you do it!”

Curt: “Of course I know I do it. While I’m repeating myself you stand there and go mmm, mmm, mmm, and look incredibly bored!”

What’s Curt’s favourite television programme?

Roland: “Oh that’s really easy, it’s The Young Ones.”

Curt’s answer: “Oh that’s obvious, it’s The Young Ones.”

And the winner is:

Curt scores 8 and a half points and Roland scores a perfect 10 out of 10

Roland: “I did extremely well, didn’t I?”

Curt: “I think we both did pretty well, in fact, maybe we should get married!”

#oh. my. gods #they are too fucking cute #the absolute comfort post #roland and curt #curt and roland #i love that even though roland gets bored when curt repeats himself #he still stays and listens #and curt notices but just keeps going #they are such a married couple #THEY EVEN SAID IT AT THE END #AHHHHHHHH #SOBBING #CRYING #THROWING UP #BASHING MY HEAD INTO A CONCRETE WALL #Roland and Curt being Cute #Me: *bites asphalt* #yes you get the aggressively loving tags today #'thats really easy' #the bolded parts are my fav #the parts i think are cutest

[stinkyme]

Ooooooo see we’re talkin about VNC :3

What are you opinions on Roland??? He’s one of my favs, which is weird, bc I have a very specific type of anime boys I like…..

Fluffy brown hair and fluffy brown eyes!!!! I’m a SUCKER for them

And then there’s Roland…

The only think they have in common is fluffy hair…. He falls in the anomaly category that Chuuya falls into as well

…any ways I wanna be a vamp who gets to nom on sum hot guys :3

I LOVE ROLAND!!!! I THINK HE IS SO LOVELY AND THE WAY HE WAS SO COMPASSIONATE TOWARDS VANITAS AND NOÉ AND STUFF UGH WHAT A MAN, I WOULDN'T SMASH HIM NECESSARILY SINCE I WOULD WANT A FRIEND LIKE HIM DNDNDN HOWEVER I DO LIKE HIM A LOT MHM MHM :3 <3 maybe a smash....once tho.......BTW I LOVE THAT HE HAS GREEN EYES TBH, I AM TIRED OF BLONDE-BLUEISH EYES COMBO (NOT IRL, BUT IN ANIMES) SO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT HE HAS GREEN EYES <3

I DONT KNOW MY TYPE TBH, I JUST LIKE SO MANY RANDOM LOOKING CHARACTERS NSNSNS BUT I SEE THE APPEAL OF BROWN, FLUFFY/CURYLISH HAIR INDEED :3

aaaaaaah so Roland and Chuuya are your special boys :D who knows, maybe they completely overturn your taste eventually :3 jkjk, i know you are loyal to your men <3

JSJSJSJS AHH, I WANNA BE A VAMPIRE JUST SO I CAN CHILL FOR ETERNITY AND BE BEAUTIFUL AND LEARN EVERYTHING SJSJSJ but nom nom on hot people doesn't sound bad either tbh :3

#stinkyanswers #my sweet minty <3 #I LOVE ROLAND!!!!! #ROLAND IS SO SWEET AND SNSNSNSN I LOVE HIM #chuuya and roland have that unique beauty ngl #you cant resist them :3 #i like vampires bcs they have so many options smh #but yk...hot people..and biting them..i mean i wanna do that as i am yet alone then :3

[goodwhump-temp]

Vanitas Whump | The Case Study of Vanitas

1x01 In the Event of Rusty Hopes - Gutpunched, nosebleed, knocked unconscious by a rock (16:50) 1x02 In the City of Flowers - Thrown, knocked back aggressively 1x04 Night of Mocking Masks - Choked (07:00), chained, face cut, jumps from balcony, carried, dropped, blood sucked, worsening pain 1x06 Questions - Trapped in ice, pissed 1x07 Love - Bite mark drama (05:30), snatched, blood sucked, foot stepped on 1x08 Where Death Slumbers - Bleeding, choked, knocked into cell 1x09 Those Who Hunt Crimson - Pitied/annoyed, creeped out, Vanitas lore, hostage, genuinely spooked, thrown 1x10 Number 69 - Experiment lore (06:00), head kicked, paralyzed (trauma/10:35), knocked unconscious (11:40), head bleeding, nearly drowns 1x11 Promises - Arm bit, blood sucked, worsening pain 1x12 Point of Departure - Out of breath, annoyed 1x13 A Chance Encounter - Freezing, not breathing (cold af), arm sliced 1x14 The Witch and the Young Man - Very weak, poisoned, carried, passes out, scar reveal, fever 1x17 Hands Upon a Nightmare - Knocked unconscious (03:40), collapse/falls off building (08:49), headbutted x2, creeped out (Roland) x5, 1x18 Just the Two of Us - Scarred hand reveal (13:25), pain, bleeding 1x19 Snow Flower - Tackled, blood sucked, flustered 1x20 The Incurable Disease - "Dying"/physically ill (in love :)), Roland jumpscare, self-hatred lore, emotional agony (in love :)), freaking out 1x22 Blue Night - Experiment lore, sacrifice, scared, great pain, collapses, fever, weak, crying 1x23 Tears Like Rain - Angry, injects himself with drugs x2 (self-hypnosis), knocked back, knocked down, punched, bleeding, scared (19:15), 1x24 His Wish - Crying, weak, protected, collapse, knocked against the icewall, heavily bandaged

#whump #emotional whump #whump list #whumplist #anime whump #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte whump #the case study of vanitas whump #vanitas whump

[kit-williams]

Rein Raus

LETS KICK OFF 2024 OFF RIGHT

Remember when I said I would use Powerwolf titles for Black Templars... well none of them fit for this.

Thank you to @bleepblood236 and @egrets-not-regrets for wanting and encouraging me to continue Brother Roland and his Bäckerin

Thank you @bispecsual for double checking this

tw: smut, yandere, religious overtones?, black templars, scent stuff? appreciation of musky males

There's POV switching from what is happening and what led up to it

Rein, raus Rein, raus Rein, raus

She threw her head back as she could not stop the moan that ripped from her throat as her eyes rolled back and drool ran down her chin. She tried her best to suck it back into her mouth but still some splatted against Roland's broad chest. Her hands pushing hard into the muscle gut as his Bäckerin did her best to lift her hips but it was so hard given how spread she was.

A hand of his rested on her thigh as he couldn't wait to fatten them back up. He remembers the way she was when they had first arrived how soft and curvy his Bäckerin looked... she had lost so much of her softness... he would make sure she was back to her old self. She was far too lost in the pleasure to see the dark look in his eyes as soon she would be in his room fat with his sons.

The xenos were dead... and she had finally made good on her offer of bread as soon as there were some supplies. Perhaps Roland had gotten some ingredients from the ship... she smelt so good... so FECUND he tasted the air running his tongue against the gland on the roof of his mouth as she had kneeded the dough. Of course it would take time before the bread was done so it gave him an excuse to get away from her before he pounced on her.

Roland wasn't a monster... he had to make sure that she wanted him. Even if it wasn't to the same extent that he wanted her... she could learn to feel the same a crumb of her love would sustain him he would starve until he could eat her whole. He bit into the warm bread trying to not moan as it was the same colored as the sunkissed skin of hers... like her thigh.

She offered to show him her home... she led him into the musty ruined home as she just smiled sadly at how others had gotten in... food rotting from the ripped open fridge. He kept close to her and even the smell of rotting food could not stop her smell from reaching him. He wanted to run his tongue at the source and smear it over his face. He wanted that scent stained onto a purity seal... stained onto a cloth he would bring with him and just to INHALE his Bäckerin scent.

She moaned as one of his hands wrapped around her throat and just held it. He didn't need to squeeze but he watched her eyes flutter as she pressed her throat against his hand. How his Bäckerin rutted against his cock deep inside of her, her breasts bounced, her drool running down his wrist... the way her eyes were half rolled back.

"Oh they didn't take them!" She says so happily as she pulls a box out compartment in the floor. She looks at the little box of treasures, Roland doesn't understand the sentiment of them but they mean something to her. He sits on the mattress on the floor, his eyes flicking between it and her and then to something that just reaks of her. "Oh sorry I was told I was probably going to come back... so I left my dirty laundry... probably contributing to the bad smell."

"It smells like you."

"I hope you're meaning that in a good way."

"I do. Bäckerin." He purred out his nickname for her and he watched her look to him. "Come here... klein Bäckerin."

His throat went dry as she crawled over to him. Her eyes wide and he could smell her. He felt his will start to falter. He could still clearly hear her screaming how she wanted to have babies... so many babies. If we was recalling correctly. His legs were spread as the rough material of his tunic did little to deter his pulsing between his legs. He had to bite his palm as she started to sniff the air... he was always told how intensely he could smell all that testosterone... it could be an unpleasant musky smell... like her potent pheromone smell that wasn't much of a smell but it just made part of his brain itch. A prior partner did not enjoy his "musk"... but his Bäckerin? He watched her breathing deepen... and her face break out into a blush. Why he had to bite his hand? She dove between his legs pressing her face against the rough material near his cock and just inhaling. Her feminine smell growing stronger. Before she pulled away looking ashamed. "My Lord... I'm sorry... you... you just smelled so good."

Rein, raus Rein, raus Rein, raus

He chanted in his head as his hips rolled against hers. Her face buried into his tunic... more importantly the spot that was around his crotch. She was moaning against the rough fabric as there was no way for either of them to deny what they were doing by this point. Oh at first she could have said that she had fallen face first into his crotch... his heavy hand pushing her on accident back in... they were going to pray... her poor breasts with their small scratches on them from the rough material of his tunic. Yet she seemed to hardly care just focused on him fucking her.

"Please tell me you're close." She whined having already gotten off three times just by him thrusting in. His smell was the only thing keeping her wet for him.

"Ja, Ich bin." His hands gripped her hips harder as he moved just a bit harder and faster. He finally feels that cord inside of him snap and he feels his toes curl as he pulls her hips to his slowly grinding against hers as he moans softly painting her insides.

"Oh by the throne...." His Bäckerin moaned as he pulled his tunic away from her and pulled her to his chest.

He held his Bäckerin close just running his fingers through her hair. He felt so complete in this moment. "Bäckerin..."

"Hmmm?" She hummed to him as her hand trailed along an old scar.

"Come with me." He states and feels his throat tighten as a beat passes. "Come with me... you can still bake your breads on the ship. Honestly my brothers and I would appreciate them more. I can give you what you want. I can give you those babies you want... my dearest Bäckerin... come with me." He said softly

Good Girl End

She looked to him and her eyes sparkled with joy. "Roland... but... I... I don't know what to say."

"Say yes Bäckerin." He whispers to her leaving tender kisses along the top of her head.

"How long until you go? I've got affairs to wrap up. I've got to make sure the family business stays in the family... Oh by the throne. Oh Roland!" Her arms wrap around his neck as she kisses him hard. "Yes... yes I'll follow you."

This is how Roland dreamed of getting his Bäckerin just wooing her with his strength and devotion... their bodies joining cleanly at the waist... and her saying yes. It was all perfect.

Too perfect if you ask me.

Bad End? Persuasion end Bad Girl End

She looked to him with concern in her eyes as she slowly shook her head. "Roland... I can't."

For Roland his world turned to a finite point and he could hear the snap of that reality breaking. He keeps a calm face but inside... inside he is screaming. This was not how it was to go... she was suppose to be swept away... he earned her. By the will of the God Emperor they both survived... he prayed for her death if it wasn't meant to be.

"I've got to find my family... rebuild my business and my life... all these petty little mortal worries." She looks ashamed as she sits up on his stomach, she rubs the back of her neck where not even an hour earlier she was wearing pretty pearls... in her joy to find her heirlooms. "I just... I just don't think it would work."

Roland forced his hearts to beat slowly as of course it was her being a mortal... looking at the wrong picture. He saw her look at him with a worried expression, "Please don't be mad." She whispers softly.

He gave her a tender look, "Oh meine Bäckerin I could never be mad at you. Ja... perhaps you're right I was so caught up with it all. C'mere." He purrs sitting up and she easily and willingly crawls back into his lap. She sighs happily as their naked flesh moves against each other before his hand moves up and over her mouth and nose. She tries to pull her head back but that fails and he watches her eyes widen with fear and panic as she starts to make muffled cries.

Roland sat there like a stone statue as she desperately clawed as his skin... as her muscles grew heavier... her small hands clawing at his wrists. "Bäckerin this hurts me so much more than you. You'll thank me liebe. I'll give you so many sons... so many babies." Roland coos into her ears as he watched her eyes roll back and waited before he released her mouth and nose.

She didn't snap awake but was still alive. He hummed as he grabbed several items she had deemed important including that box of heirlooms. He pulled a dress from her closet on over her... the sundress was a bit too showy for Roland's taste but it would only be for a short bit.

And when she would wake up he'd happily explain himself. She would certainly understand... it was the will of the God Emperor! She would have to understand that he had no choice.

And his will must be done.

#warhammer 40k #yandere #yandere Space Marine #Space Marine #Black Templar #Yandere Black Templar #tw: smut #tw: yandere #tw: religious themes #tw: kidnapping #Bäckerin #Brother Roland

[avocado-writing]

Hello love, hope this will cheer you up!(bootl)

Been on a Roland Blum fanfic marathon and I love the fact he loves being dommed and to serve and please and deliciously punished😏

One day he pissed you off by ruining important documents on your desk(don't ask how) and you had to remake and rewrite them all by hand!

So you punish him, sitting at your desk, using him as a cushy seat, hard cock inside you with a cock ring attached.

He is not allowed to make a sound, nor move, he tries to be as quiet as possible lest he makes you more angry at him(tho he wouldn't really mind it terribly if the result is this cockwarming session)

You're giving all your attention and concentration to the papers at hand, enjoying the fullness his thick cock provides, soft texture of his clothes, feel of his thick thighs, his heat..a good compensation for slaving several hours at your desk overtime

He's been beneath you for quite some time now, shuddering and sighing heavily, he longs to put his hands on your thighs, knead them, hitch your skirt a little bit more, it's a torture not to move inside you, he tries to even his breath and calm his needy prick but you grip him with your pussy and keep him on edge every time

((sorry the “don’t ask how” makes me think… cum? Did he cum on them…?))

he shifts beneath you, thick thighs rubbing your own. his cock jostles inside you and hits that sweet spot in your cunt. you bite your lip but keep writing - you’re certain that you’ve soaked through his suit trousers by now but you hardly think he cares. you pause in your writing just to make sure he isn’t going to try and start fucking you.

“c’mon just… fuck, let me fuck you. we’ve been doing this for hours and i’m gonna lose my god damn mind.”

“you want me to use a gag too, Blum?”

he pauses and you can tell he’s considering it. you throw a glance over your shoulder. he’s sweaty, his wild curls caked to his forehead, eyes more wild and desperate than normal. you hear him move in the handcuffs you’ve got him in behind the chair.

with a grin, you clench around his cock. he groans so loudly it lingers on the edge of being a roar. you feel sorry for your neighbours.

“just a couple of minutes. let me eat your pussy or something at least. please, I’m begging you here. I never beg.”

“you did last night, I seem to remember…”

“eh, well, I was in the throes of a prostate orgasm, and those can change a man.”

your panties are resting on the desk where you left them earlier in order to seat yourself on his rock hard cock. you take them in your hand, scrunch them up, and shove them into his mouth. he chokes and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I’ll be another hour. two, tops. I’m sure you’ll survive.”

you feel him release another rush of warm precum inside you, and wonder if he will…

#avo answers #roland blum x reader

[comfortless]

write swagger. anything for swagger. anything. i’ll take a crumb, I’ll take medic x swagger i’ll take any overdone trope give me something for this man!!!! i love u and your writing sm syl i’m sorry this isn’t a köni request but..

Spin Cycle

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski x mercenary fem!reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS: 18+ minors do not interact! violence, enemies -> lovers, implications of sex (no actual smut), swagger points a gun at your head sorry, reader may have a gun kink.

i hate(love) you, lele!! i listened to this guys voice lines so many times they’re just embedded in my brain at this point. lil rushed & not proofread, so there may be some mistakes, sorry!

wc: 3k

Cold. Wet.

This isn't the weather for a battle. This isn't a night to die. But some lack taste in the intricacies of being victimized, and as her sight settles on the enemy maneuvering through the war torn warehouse, she realizes he certainly doesn't have a preference in which way he's ripped apart. The mask covering his face tells her everything she needs to know, he's dead already, hiding beneath an ugly cover to conceal his identity; an unknown, evil thing in her eyes. She would be doing him a favor. Mercy for the man marching around wearing a face not his own.

She slowly positions her pistol, quietly aiming as her finger brushes the trigger. Once, to prepare herself for more blood on her hands. Twice, to make peace with his creator in his stead— he wouldn't have the time nor the delicate nature for it. Thrice, because she likes the feel of the cold metal against her fingertip; it grounds her, tethers her to the reality of what she’s here to do. Lucky numbers be damned, it was all for the thrill of it.

She pulls the trigger and the bullet rips from the barrel as she bites her lip.

To her chagrin, it buries itself in the wall behind her target. To her relief, it definitely struck. The man buckles to the dirtied floor with a groan, gloved hands reaching out to apply pressure to the gash in his calf. It's not enough to kill, they both knew it, but it would put the buck down long enough for her to reload and fire a shot right into his brain. She wonders if she could tell what his face actually looked like when his mask was blown off and gray matter spackled  the floor behind him.

"Knew you were in here, you slimy bastard."

The voice pulls her from her thoughts, and if she were forced to have any sort of virtue left she could be honest and embrace the fact she isn't the most coordinated mercenary out there. Her pistol clatters to the floor. She quickly slips further into the dark, not bothering with her lost weapon for the time being as she positions herself behind a crate to hide.

"Your aim is shit. Your hands must be shaking."

The man's voice continues to rasp. He's taunting her, wants to lure her out. There's something playful about his voice that sends a swell of unease from her chest to the pit of her stomach. The man had just been shot, and that surge of confidence couldn't stem from a wounded man unless he had some sort of a plan. She's been here so many times with so many different flavors of prey that the warning signs aren't lost on her.

She swears she hears the click of him replacing his magazine, the static of his radio, the sound of ripped fabric and a lightening quick application of a makeshift tourniquet. The thought that the gunfire gave out her position crosses her mind.

"Come out, fucking coward."

She's been here so many times, in the dead of night, playing this one-sided game of cat and mouse. She's seen blood, felt the sting of a bullet carving it's way through her, and she's never been afraid. Not until tonight.

This isn't a night to die, yet she's pissed off the fucking grim reaper.

A church bell rings out in the distance, some small mercy. It plants the seed of an idea and she follows the path her mind carves with her hand grasping for a knife at her belt. The knife rips through the quiet air of the warehouse, coming to a clatter some three meters behind him after she tosses it. The man takes the bait, fires several shots in the direction of the noise as she quietly finds her escape. Delivered from death by the heavenly portal of a broken window.

But when it comes to the intricacies of being victimized, it's very rare that things play out so simply. Hunting is a messy task, and one slip up can so quickly prove that prey often have fangs, too.

Her target, some Polish elite soldier, Roland Kaminski, isn't a buck at all. Bucks are easy, they're skittish and stupid. You fire off a shot at one of them, they buckle or prance back into the plush foliage of the forest for cover. When thundering footsteps can be heard in the dark, just past the safety of the broken window, she realises she's not dealing with another deer. Shes got a frenzied boar at her heels.

She's defenseless, her arms scattered in the darkness of the warehouse the boar is charging from, and she finds she lacks the will to break her ankle jumping down onto the pavement below. This is the line where the hunt becomes a proper fight. Her pulse beats like the thunder tearing apart the sky above her, every muscle in her body pulled tight like a spring waiting to maul her impending threat.

The fight never comes.

One moment, he's charging through the wreckage inside like a behemoth with a taste for human flesh, and the next he's simply staring at her while he's shrouded by the dark. It's almost comical, really, her thoughts flood with pictures of horror mascots as she teeters on the windowsill, staring right back into the wide, dark eyes of his mask. They remain in a stasis for a moment, both breathing shallow, both watching the other. Then, he does something that surprises her. Surprises and infuriates her.

He pulls his radio up to his mask, breathes out a heavy sigh as the sound of static cuts through this pair's silence. The grim reaper has the audacity to pretend his frustration over arches her own, and she's gritting her teeth wondering how likely it was she could free his esophagus from the column of his neck with her mouth alone.

She feels his gaze rove over her, lingering along the empty holster at her hip and the garter on her thigh.

"Target's down."

He's lying to his team, lying because he pities her, and she can't think of a thing more insulting. A mercenary is no different than a prostitute, money for flesh, pain or pleasure. She's aware of it, she's seen her fellow mercs gunned down without a second thought from their enemies. She's heard the men in her company boast of ravaging paid women without thought. For some time, she's considered they may all be beasts, but the grim reaper is sparing her. Sparing her, because he doesn't see her as a threat at all. A defenseless woman clinging to a broken window like it's the only tether she has to the world at all. He's no boar, no blood-stained reaper, just a person. He doesn't see her as pounds of flesh to march into battle before him. She sees humanity, and he sees an insect unworthy of his bullet.

"I tried to kill you," she breathes out, enunciates each word careful and slow as she tries to get a read on him, praying her assumption isn't true. There's the creaking of broken glass beneath the toes of her boots as she pivots herself to fully face him, standing in the window with the backdrop of a dark sky threatening violence. The man shrugs his broad shoulders, turns away, as though nothing has even happened. Her stare drifts to the tourniquet on his calf, and it dawns on her that he isn't even limping.

"I wouldn't even need a minute with you." He sounds bored. The pity stung enough. She wasn't just a hapless rabbit in his eyes, she was a gnat. A nuisance to top it all off. "Who are you working for?"

She falls silent, teetering on the ledge of the windowsill in silent debate. The jump would end in injury, but the darkened sky and the rain could cover her. There’s a building less than half a mile away and if she just made it there then—

“Answer.” Roland’s gruff voice sounds out in the quiet warehouse again, and she hazards a glance up just in time to catch those dead eyes of his peering at her from over his shoulder.

“I don’t know.”

“No?”

“I don’t have a name.”

Roland merely huffs at that, rolls his shoulders a little. He’s confident, a bit too arrogant for a man that’s been shot. She may have seen a boar, and he may have seen an ange, because he has the audacity to give her a comforting pat on the shoulder with a gentle swipe of his thumb along her neck.

Tells her, “Get lost.”

Follows it up with, “Let us never meet again.”

She doesn’t die on this frigid, rainy night, but a part of her is lost with him. Lost with a man that looks at her as though she had tiny angel’s wing, buzzing at her back. Lost with a man who’s entire existence is an enigma to her. Shoot to kill, and she hadn’t. Shoot to kill and not ever would she again, not to him, not to the man who gave her mercy when she deserved none.

— — —

She finds herself working alongside the Polish GROM. Realistically, she had returned sopping wet to her shabby hotel and spent hours researching how to work her way in. She doesn’t know why, but she’s found herself enthralled in a shadow, worshipping him in her own way. All for a chance to see her should-be reaper. And she’s no elite, can barely keep her trigger finger steady, but supplementing for a fallen soldier is the standard and she’s got enough falsified experience under her belt to look the part of a proper gunman.

It pays enough to keep her afloat until the next thing piques her interest or her contract ends, whichever comes first. Her room is simple, a barren mattress and dark walls, a concrete floor. It doesn’t feel homey, but no place ever does nowadays. Small blessings are found in the fact she doesn’t have to share the space, it’s hers and hers alone.

She spends her first few hours inspecting the place for bugs, then takes to staring up at the ceiling, listless, because what the hell had made her so impulsive? Roland could have already had his head blown clean off by anyone else by now. Did she even want to see him? To choke him with his own words or thank him for his kindness?

All of this uprooting driven by impulsivity for a man who told her not to meet him again and yet she’s here, walking about the compound like she truly belongs.

She should have cut her hair, tried to make herself look different from the trembling mouse on the ledge that night, but a part of her wants him to see her. Recognize her, bring him down from that gilded throne of his where women like her are just nuisances instead of a proper challenge.

Only, she’s not a challenge. Not at all, because the second she meets him in the stairwell her mind starts swimming and all she can do is stare. He looks a bit tired, likely having just returned from some dreadful mission, even wearing all black he’s covered in sprays of dust, the denim of his trousers painted darker in some places, blood.

“Ja jebię.”

He hadn’t forgotten.

His breath sounds shaky, and she’s not sure if it’s because the gas mask in its proper place or if he’s actually surprised, startled. If anything could shake him down from his pedestal she imagined meeting the woman who tried to kill him once again would do it.

“How’s your leg?”

“Better than your aim, pizda.”

She imagines that he would probably like nothing better than to put a bullet through her right then. The man merely laughs, something breathy and low. She’s surprised him, probably both startled and impressed that she even had the balls to face him again. She likes that, likes that little laugh, that his voice isn’t angry, that he’s playing with fire just as much as she is.

“What are you doing here?”

“Contract,” she states simply, not bothering to hide the way her gaze rakes over his body in the yellow haze of fluorescent lighting. “Just a few months, filling in a gap.”

He mutters something under his breath, a string of Polish and French that she doesn’t quite catch. She knows that he knows she’s infatuated, taking to follow after a wild coyote like a house pet.

It’s a dirty word, infatuated; dangerous in a way that scares her more than facing down the barrel of a gun.

Roland takes a step towards her, brushes her hair from her face with a touch too rough and leans in close to look at her, inspect her as though she’s not even really here, some figment of his vile imagination. She just… lets him. Despite her better judgement she lets him grip at her face like she’s nothing but putty in his hands.

“Here to kill me?” He asks his question as he retreats from her and drops his hands to his sides, staring at her as though she’s not an implant in his force, but an implant on the planet itself.

“Not this time.”

He gives her a tilt of the head and a grunt in response before brushing past in a hurry.

— — —

The following morning, she wakes to several rapid knocks at her door. Sounding just impatient enough to pull her from her sleep with her heart fluttering like a small bird in her rib cage. She readily hops out of bed and dresses before turning the knob to reveal something she didn’t expect— Roland. It’s the first times she’s seen him without his gas mask, but she recognizes him immediately. He’s more handsome when he doesn’t look the part of a famished buzzard seeking out carrion.

“Kaminski.”

“Swagger,” he corrects and she can’t help but laugh at the usage of his callsign. She wants to know how he got stuck with that, something so embarrassing it makes him sound as though he’s some teenage boy desperate to fit in or perhaps even a pirate, not the man she sees before her.

“We aren’t on the field.”

“Today we will pretend.”

He grabs her arm in the very same boorish way he had grabbed at her face just yesterday, and leads her down an empty hallway in silence. Each step seems to echo louder than the last. She wonders for half a moment if he does intend to kill her, hazards a look up at him expecting to see some flame of gruesome determination in his eyes only to be met with a calmness that makes her reconsider.

Today isn’t a day to die, either, it seemed.

He leads her to a room of bulletproof glass and well-placed targets. Pulls his gun from his holster after inspecting that she hadn’t thought to bring her own. She feels silly when his touch goes to prod at her hip, dips along the waistband of her trousers to seek out a weapon that just isn’t there. She’s ill-prepared and now her face feels hot all while Roland didn’t seem to have so much as a care.

“I’ll teach you to shoot,” he huffs as he steps behind her and places his gun in her hands, an ugly thing she recognizes to be a SIG P226. The metal feels cold and heavy in her hands, but she handles it well enough. It doesn’t particularly help that one of his arms curls around her middle to keep her steady. It’s even worse that one hand remains splayed over hers as she holds the gun.

Shooting when you’re in a desperate situation is difficult enough. The thought that death could be approaching doesn’t keep most grounded, not her at least. It makes her shaky. This is far worse. The man is so close she can smell him, gunpowder and something pungent and clean like mint. She feels his warmth cover her back, his fingers digging a bit into her side.

“I’m ready.”

He grunts in response, maneuvering her a bit closer to a small window carved out in the glass.

“Then shoot.”

So, she does. She misses, of course, and she feels even more silly when he mutters something into her shoulder and deliberately moves and angles her arm properly. The only thing good is that the gun’s recoil is soft, because if she were pushed any further against him she may very well melt down into putty.

Again and again she takes aim and fires at the brightly colored target through the window. After what feels like hours she’s finally hit some place that makes Roland give her an appreciative pat to her tummy.

“I’m improving.” She feigns his confidence, puffing out her chest a little in pride.

“Are you?”

He steals the gun from her hand and draws away to face her properly. There’s a tension she can’t place, something strange in the flicker of his eye.

“You saw—“

Her words are cut off when the man tackles her to the floor, covering her entirely as he pins her from either side. A sharp intake of oxygen is stolen as her spine tingles in pain from the sudden force. She yelps, he laughs, and none of it is funny because he’s still holding a loaded fucking gun. Only, worse, when he presses the muzzle against her cheek and uses his free hand to fix her wrists to the cold floor beneath her.

He tuts at her when she doesn’t try to fight him off, only looks up at him with wide-eyes and parted lips, a face too warm to only depict fear. If he didn’t know before, he knows now. She catches a mischievous glimmer in his eyes right before she tilts her head to kiss the cold steel clutched tightly in his fingers.

Roland stiffens above her for a moment, every muscle in his body pulled taut, jaw clenched and eyes fluttering.

“Not pizda,” he whispers as he clicks the safety back on and shifts to holster the weapon. “You are like a…”

“Ange?”

“Non,” he laughs. “Aniołku.”

If she didn’t know before, she knows now.

— — —

Any training session is spent with Roland.

Every mission they’re tethered to one another.

Any free time she finds yourself having is spent with him, even seeking him out herself just as often as he comes pounding at her door.

It feels both natural and absurd, sharing meals with the man she almost murdered, covering him as he covers her, both finding themselves less and less willing to be on their own as the days pass by. The progression just doesn’t halt, a train plowing off track, the man has his blunt talons curled into her and she just doesn’t have the sense to beat him back because she knows she’s got her teeth embedded just as deeply into him.

It doesn’t even come as a surprise when she starts her mornings peeling herself away from him, still sleeping peacefully in her bed. His room lacks taste— too barren, too bogged down with well-oiled metal and violence. She’s spruced hers up in the free time she has with small items, things she can pack up and carry with her to whichever side she finds herself pulled to next.

The thing she keeps most sacred, however, is a little photograph of him, one he had insisted on her keeping on the bedside table, despite being in flesh, wrapped tightly around her each and every night.

She picks it up, turns it over in her hands a few times before the weight of a heavy hand splays itself out across her middle, languidly tugging her back down.

“Stay,” he murmurs, someplace lost between dreaming and waking.

“Just for a bit,” she whispers in reply, nestling close, curling against his chest.

“Forever, aniołku.”

With a soft inhale, she falls back against him in a tangle of limbs and warmth, a part of her lost to the fantasy of permanence.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

ange: angel (French)

Ja jebię: fuck me

pizda: cunt

non: no (French)

aniołku: angel

#cod fanfiction #mw3 fanfic #roland kaminski #roland swagger kaminski #cod swagger #Roland Kaminski x reader #swagger x reader #i hate this guys name my god #cod x reader #cod x you

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Theoretical time!

Roland, SMASH OR PASS Alucard?~

@bone-pile-rp

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"Alucard? Like, THE Alucard? Of COURSE I would! Do you know the street cred i would have if i got railed by LITERAL DRACULA? Besides, I'm kind of curious to know what a guy that old is even into. He has to have tried some freaky shit at least once.

So, short answer: Smash."

#answered ask #Anonymous #he got so excited in my head i need you to know that svsvksjdbcsj #love bites (roland) #sinday #5inday #nsft #n5ft

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☃️❄️🎅🎄

I think this is the first request I've ever made. Submitting a potential drabble request for you 2,000 follower celebration.

Astarion (or Roland) seeing their lover at night in the snow for the first time. Think first winter in Baldur's Gate after the Absolute is defeated, and perhaps the Gate hasn't seen much snow in a few years.

I love the surreal nature of snow falling on quiet streets at night. Can be smutty or not smutty.

SNOWFALL

SUMMARY: You and Rolan experience your first snowfall in ages.

PAIRING: Rolan & Gender Neutral Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,327

WARNINGS: Allusions of smut.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wait @novarex I'm your first request??? Me??? I am honoured!! :') Also, I decided to go with Rolan since I haven't actually written anything proper for him yet and that feels a bit criminal honestly.

MASTERLIST

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At first, all you feel is warmth. Across the entire expanse of your body, it’s as if there’s a fire lit beneath your skin, licking your insides with careful precision —igniting the spaces where Rolan’s hands begin to wander. 

As you exit the Elfsong and make a right, you can feel them resting against the small of your back. Guiding you through the bustling intersection of bodies waiting to get inside, it’s the kind of touch that distracts your mind. One that, despite the vast amount of wine consumed between the two of you, somehow manages to grab your attention, forcing your eyes to shift to his arm, wondering what he’s doing. 

Considering he’s never been the type to show affection in public, it feels almost wrong to have him hold you like this. To have his frame sloppily settle against yours as he slips his fingers around the edge of your waist. To hear a breathy chuckle escape his often unimpressed lips before pressing the side of his face against yours. 

“I think we overdid it,” he says. And although you agree you merely laugh in response, allowing the position of your arm to match his as it works to tuck inside the pocket of his robes, watching him look over in confusion. “I’m sorry, can I help you?”

Holding back a smirk, you keep your eyes focused on his as you awkwardly try to move your other hand to the opposite pocket. Quickly realizing the complicated position you’ve made for yourself before merely sighing. “My hands are cold.”

“So you’ve decided my pockets are the best place for them?” He raises his brow. 

“Is that a problem?”

Instead of responding with the usual witty quip he grabs your icy hand and casts some sort of spell, further warming your skin with an unfamiliar heat. Filling the base of your palm with the kind of sensations that cause your breath to catch as you continue to stare. 

“Your hands are freezing.” 

“It’s cold.”

As you continue walking through the darkened streets, you feel his thumb roughly push against the inside of your hand, massaging every corner of muscle and bone until eventually, his fingers settle between your own. Quickly slipping inside each empty space with practiced ease. 

It makes you feel like you’re melting. Once you feel his fingertips brush against your own, suddenly it’s the only thing you can focus on other than breathing, causing your feet to sort of shuffle to a pause. 

“Oh good, we’re stopping.” 

His voice is sarcastic now. A soft bite of mischief pushing through the fire and ice. The familiar sound creating a sense of normalcy within an otherwise strangely intimate moment.

“Wait, I’m confused,” you tell him, but he doesn’t get it. Instead, all he does is stand and stare, refusing to falter. Completely unaware of the half-baked thoughts that slip past your lips, confusing you too. 

“About walking?”

You narrow your eyes, trying to think. “No.”

“About the cold?”

“No.” 

“About the—“

You interrupt him with a snort, feeling the rise of inebriation circulate through your head as you lower your forehead to his shoulder, hardly feeling him tense. “Never mind.” 

Once again, he uncharacteristically doesn’t push. Too focused on getting back to the tower, he merely ushers you forward once again. Guiding you through the various winding paths of the Gate until you eventually make it to his quarters. Until you shuck off your dirtied armour and find yourself standing by the bed feeling the roaming of his hands. 

Instead of at your waist, they’re on your ass. Rubbing rough circles into the plushest parts, you know then that the warmth once felt outside will only increase. As his lips slot over your own, pushing against the defiant bite of your teeth as they grin at the taste of him, you know in just a few moments you’ll be completely on fire. A wild flame rolling through the forest floor, burning everything in its path until all that’s left is a pile of ash. When his hands explore the peaks and valleys of your figure, you’ll flicker and burn as the smoke fills your lungs, ultimately rendering you breathless. Leaving you limp and useless by the time the flame’s all been snuffed out.

At which point the cold begins to settle in again. As you press chaste kisses to his shoulder and back, it takes over pretty quickly, coating your skin in goosebumps. Forcing you to slip toward the edge of the bed to grab your robe, prompting Rolan to sigh at your absence. 

“You know, I could just warm us up, right?”

You roll your eyes and wave your hand as you shove your arm into one of the sleeves. “No need.” 

“How come?” 

Before you can turn to respond he’s already kneeling behind you, tipping the base of your chin back so that he’s looming above you, smugly grinning. Allowing the edges of his lips to brush against the tip of your nose. 

“Because I wouldn’t want you to waste your spells.” 

In response, he hums and allows his fingers to trail down your neck, lazily drawing soft patterns against the middle column before gently taking hold. “S’pose using magic that has the same effect as my flesh seems a bit foolish.” 

“A bit,” you agree with a grin, hearing him scoff before he kisses your mouth again. Washing away whatever cold front may have occurred as you once again settle in, discarding your robe without thought. Allowing the cycle of fire and ice to repeat itself over and over until you find yourselves growing tired. Both of your bodies too put out to continue as you soon find yourselves sitting on the balcony, nursing another bottle of Rosymorn firewine.

Like usual, you pass it back and forth without thought. Chatting casually in between sips, you tuck yourself against his side and watch the lights of the city slowly begin to die out. The families of Baldur’s Gate gradually retiring as the late-night air settles in, shifting uncomfortably across your skin. 

“Hey, do you think I can retract my previous statement?”

While sipping the bottle, he gives you a curious look.

“Can you warm us up with your magic hands?”

The second he’s finished he sets down the bottle and shifts to place both of his hands on your arms, stroking your frozen flesh with his thumbs. “Only if you use your manners.”

“Ugh, fine. Please?”

Suddenly, despite him casting the same spell as before, the cold feels worse. Against the edge of your exposed leg, you feel it push through Rolan’s heated hands. Pulling your attention away from his face to glance slightly upward, seeing flashes of white. Realizing then that it’s snowing for the first time in ages. 

Which leaves you in awe. As the colourless flakes of ice slowly cascade downward, you can’t help but remember all those years you spent playing in the snow as a kid. How alive you felt each year you’d wake up to see that heavy blanket of snow lining the city streets. 

Even now, despite your age, your tongue absentmindedly slips between your lips to taste it. To feel the collection of flakes quickly melt against your tongue, prompting Rolan to snort.

“Enjoying yourself?” 

You let your tongue slip back as you nod, feeling almost refreshed. “Yeah, it’s snowing!”

“I see that.” 

Still feeling excited, you reach out to grab his face, shaking it back and forth as you let out a laugh, hearing him grunt from the impact of your movements. “Rolan! Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve had snow?” 

You can feel him attempting to shake his head but to no avail, causing you to lean forward, pressing your lips against his in celebration before he chases you down. Pulling your mouth back with a tug and a laugh as he continues to warm you both under the falling snow. 

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TAGLIST: @imgoingtofreakoutnow @fictionobsession @elfinbloodbag (tagging y'all cause I know you love the tiefling wizard)

#snowfall #rolan bg3 #rolan x gender neutral reader #rolan x you #hark! a sleepover #summer writes

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Bites

Characters: Vanitas; Noe Archiviste; Dominic De Sade; Jeanne; Louis De Sade; August Ruthven; Roland Fortis; Astolfo Granatum; Jean-Jacques Chastel; Chloed Apchier.

f!reader

пн! описание крови, укусов(?) Reader has a tendency to bite people, and she has very sharp teeth.

Luca without gifs due to limitation..

Vanitas

For a human, you bite pretty hard and that's a fact. He had already decided that Noe had attacked him, but he was seriously hurt when he turned around and saw you. He thinks your inclination is strange for a person, so he assumed that you grew up in a circle of vampires, and watching them took their habits. He will complain to everyone. They say there will be no neck left and who will save the vampires? Clearly, he will set conditions for your attempt on his soul. It already depends on personal principles.

Noe Archiviste

Do you hear? Someone is shouting. In Paris, they will definitely hear all his screams. Noe didn't notice you, that was what caused his screams, and then your bite wasn't so loud, but come on, it was more like a moan or a scream. You've known him since childhood, even when he lived with people, you used this tin to tease him, but later it turned into a habit. Naturally, as a child, he did not like this gesture, he told you about it, for a while you stopped, but again returned to it. Over time, when the Faceless Noe took him away and begged him to take you away, you began to bite others when you got used to them. When Dominic drank his blood for the first time, I realized that compared to you, this is a mosquito. And even more surprising is the fact that compared to a vampire, you don't drink blood, but you bite much more painfully than berserkers.

Dominic De Sade

I was terrified of you. For a while I thought you were trying to hurt Noe, and later Louis. You didn't try to bite her, she shies away from you like a cat from a vacuum cleaner, and then he may not catch up right away that he won't do anything to him. But you are not a vacuum cleaner, but a person whom Domi is afraid of. Over time, of course, she got used to spending more time with you, all the time that you didn't communicate, she was running around with guys. In the castle, when you were playing with dolls, you had a desire to bite her not much, because the guys said, "Even a vampire would envy such a grip," it didn't work out, maybe the guys would say that it really wasn't much compared to ordinary bites. Dominic got scared, dropped the doll and screamed. It scared you yourself, everyone who was was approaching. But later everyone was sitting drinking tea and you were offended by the conditions of your "bites".

Jeanne

I've seen you bite Noe, Dominic and Vanitas more than once. I thought it was strange. Of course, he won't ask directly, but it's much better to listen to a conversation on this topic. Right? But I didn't have to eavesdrop, because Luka asked you, in a sense to her relief. She is surprised by the fact that it is quite painful for a person to bite, and also that it eventually turned into a habit of degeneration of attachment. Oh, she tried to kill you after that, not so much for herself as for Lukius. There are many ways, but why this one? People are strange.

Luca Oriflamme

Subjected to your attempts. The whole Altrus is not happy. First of all, he suffered a panic due to pain shock. Yes, the boy has a much increased pain defect. Seriously, he will shy away from any person. You're lucky that Jeanne wasn't there at that moment, she wouldn't have come out alive from there. When his attempts to escape became more subtle, he came up and asked:

- Y/N why did you bite me? .. well.. that day.

- Er.. pf.. habit. As a child, I used to bite Noe to tease him. It became a habit, and later when I met Dominic and her brother, it already became a "symbol" of affection. I can't get rid of the habit, and I just love biting, I have no desire to get rid of it.

- It means.. I'm dear to you!!?

- Calm down, I didn't say that.

Louis De Sade

If you were vampires, the principle of "blood for blood" would work for you, but you don't drink it. Perhaps the two of you were making fun of Noe. He saw you bite him more than once, thought that people had strange habits. But one day he got under the distribution. You crept up on him, of course he noticed it, but he gave you the feeling of a "hunter" to amuse yourself. He really thought that you were just trying to scare him, but unexpectedly for him you bit his neck, he was scared and very much, first of all he thought that people also have their "cursed" ones. After that, when everything was clarified, he said: "Are you really human? I would understand if you're a vampire and you bite really hard.. but is this normal for a person?"

August Ruthven

I've seen or even heard about your inclination. Oh, believe me, he was angry when he found out that you bit Luka and it hurt him. I was at a loss when Luka ran and said: "A man was privizal to me." I thought it so affects vapiriv bites of people, maybe people also have something similar to poison? He'll definitely kill you if you try to bite him.

Roland Fortis

Epf.. if you are not familiar, then how should he punish you if you are a vampire. He is not familiar with the feeling of being bitten by a vampire, but why does he say that it is much more painful than vampires? Hmm, perhaps from the stories of other people and reliable sources? If this is our situation in this case - you know each other when you met in the catacombs, yes.. you made them take them with you, they say I'll be needed. And she really made me buy time for Noe and Vanitas.. you just bit Rolond... Is it worth saying that he screamed? Oh, yes, you bit through the skin because of this, he decided to fight with you, mistaking you for a vampire. Except Noe threw you far away. Honestly, Noe and Vanitas strained your bite at Rolonda's neck- they were worried about their carcasses. Well, as soon as he finds out that you are a person, he will be surprised and obviously ask questions and a lot.

Astolfo Granatum

Scared? That's not saying enough. Although 13 vampires drank his blood, but with such strength as you have not yet been. He's surprised by the fact that you're not a vampire, but you bite hard. It annoys him that he has relaxed his vigilance. He is not the one who flatters (oh, even very much LIKE) the fact that you bite only him, how much pain it brings. According to him, it would be better if he fought a vampire half-dead than to experience your bites again. But, purely in secret, how the hell does he flatter it, does he admit it? Of course not, maybe in death he will still say, but this is not for sure.

Jean-Jacques Chastel

I noticed your strangeness when I met Chloe. It really hurt him, it couldn't even compare to how Chloe bites in a rage. Of course, he was also a man once, but perhaps this oddity appeared with a new generation? How long have you been trying to attack him? Oh, for a long time and even very long, longer than with Chloe herself, of course she is perceptive and she herself understood what all this is about, but Jean-Jacques is Jean-Jacques. He is somewhat shy, so he was just embarrassed to be in your presence, especially after Chloe's explanation of your actions. He has a feeling of affection only for Chloe and you are not in this row, no matter how you turn it. But maybe in the future you will win over the Zhivodansky beast?

Chloed Apchier

Chloe saw you when she was very young and was promised again that this child would return her "humanity". Later you were taken away from Zhevodan to your family's estate. Chloe was left alone with Jean again, waiting for the day when you will be brought back. And at the age of four, you are taken to her to introduce you closer. You've played a lot of games, you even had to invent your own. There are a lot of bruises and bruises behind your shoulders. By the age of 14, you are taken back to Zhevodan to fulfill the promise of your great-grandfather. She's really surprised how you've grown. She really wanted to repeat the times when you played together, but damn you're here for one thing..

- Chloe, I will not fulfill the promise I made to you in the past.

- why?

- Do you think I, as a person, have the opportunity to rewrite the world of formulas? Is it neither the element of humans nor weak vampires? There's nothing I can do to help.

I'm even very surprised how. If so, what could have gone wrong in this situation? So it's that you just walked up and didn't find her, and at some unexpected moment bit her neck. For the first time in a long time, she experienced severe physical pain. How many lives, and there was no such thing. After a "little" heart-to-heart conversation, it was enough for her to understand that your unexpected attack is just a habit that you just can't get rid of. Over time, she began to catch your views and she is already preparing for another attack.

#x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #hedcanon #vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas x reader #noe archiviste #noe archiviste x reader #dominic de sade #Dominic De Sade x reader #Dominic x reader #noe x reader #Luca Oriflamme #Chloed Apchier #Jean-Jacques Chastel #Astolfo Granatum #Roland Fortis #August Ruthven #Louis De Sade #Jeanne

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

telling them I hate you in the middle of sex

Fandom: Multi Fandom

Pairings: Various Characters X Fem!reader

Genre: Smut,Crack,Fluff

Format: Scenario

Warnings: NSFW content

Word Count: 0.3k

A/n: saw a death note version of this and wanted to give it a try myself :D

●youre on his lap,bouncing up on his length and down as your nipples are slightly pecking each other,getting a hold of his neck and connecting your lips together to share the euphoric sensation that was being spreaded through your body

●it feels amazing.the pleasure youre receiving as his fat cock pounds into your soaked cunt,his fingertips that is delicately touching every curve of your body,

●it was too good to be real

●you have no idea how you fell for this man.he has you in his fist,knowing you like the back of his hand,reading you like a book,even if he isn't trying to

●hes gorgeous.making you feel thing that nobody has ever made you before

●youre desperate for his love,his touch,his cock

●and you want to let him know that,but somehow you tell him the exact opposite of what you mean,and that doesn't really concern you cause you know its one of the random things people tell each other while having sex,but perhaps you came off a bit strong

●"oh god! I fucking hate you,you motherfucking useless peace of shit! j-just like that! "

●lmao lets see what their reaction would be

↬immediately stops moving and stares into your eyes ,shocked and ready to cry.

"y-you really mean it?…" "w-what?noooooo baby that was just the heat of the moment im sorry!"

hes not convinced.what kind of idiot would say that in the middle of sex? they don't know that,cause they don't watch porn

Bungou Stray Dogs:Atsushi(duh),Kajii,Tanizaki

The case study of Vanitas:Noe

Haikyuu:Hinata,Kageyama,Yamaguchi,Asahi(wow Karasuno is full of softies),Lev,Bokuto,Atsumu(he watches porn)

Death Note:Matsuda

↬"shut the fuck up you fucking cockwhore!" "what did you just call me?"

ok,perhaps he came off a bit too strong as well XDDDDDDD LOL

Bungou Stray Dogs:Akutagawa,Ranpo

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Vanitas

Haikyuu:also Kageyama,Tsukishima,Also Atsumu,Oikawa (lmao it really was the heat of the moment for him),Kunimi

Death Note:Light Yagami,Mello

↬smirks while getting a hold of your hair,slightly pulling it as he bites your bottom lip and makes his movements faster.

"going crazy over my cock,arent you baby girl? better watch your mouth or daddy is gonna teach you how to behave properly"

Bungou Stray Dogs:Dazai,Dazai,Dazai,Dazai,Mori,Also Chuuya,Tachihara,Fyodor

The Case Study Of Vanitas:also Vanitas(but he'll punish you),Roland

Haikyuu:Tsukishima,Nishinoya,Daichi,Suga,Kuroo,Tendou,Osamu,also Atsumu,SUNAAAAAAAAAAAA,Iwaizumi,Kunimi,Oikawa

Death Note:L Lawliet,Also Mello,maybe near…?

↬bro this guys offended.like what the fuck? hes making you feel good and this is how you repay him? get ready for revenge lmao

Bungou Stray Dogs:Akutagawa,Kunikida,Ranpo

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Vanitas lol

Haikyuu:Kageyama,Kenma,Ushijima,Atsumu,Kunimi

↬is confused.why would you even say such a thing? he knows that you don't mean it,but just why?

Bungou Stray Dogs:Kunikida,Akutagawa,Fukuzawa,Tanizaki

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Noe

Haikyuu:Kageyama again lol,Asahi,Kenma,Akaashi,Ushijima,Kita

Death Note:Near,Matsuda

#atsushi x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #near x reader #itadori x reader #vanitas x reader #roland x reader #akutagawa x reader #megumi x reader #mello x reader #chuuya x reader #kouyou x reader #yosano x reader #mori x reader #tachihara x reader #dazai x reader #jouno x reader #kunikida x reader #kageyama x reader #osamu x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #daichi x reader #gojo x reader #matsuda x reader #noe x reader #sigma x reader

[blue-howlite]

Being their significant other, Pandora Hearts and Vanitas no Carte edition

Featuring Vanitas, Gilbert, Xerxes and Oswald.

Type: mostly fluff, a bit of angst though.

Warnings: spoilers for Pandora Hearts of course, men that need some therapy but they don't have it in their time period, mentions of hickeys and biting on Vanitas' part because he is a masochist, Oswald part is pretty sad but that's fine if you love him you love crying. Also writer that is bad at writing.

Yn = Your name

Author note: I wrote this because my best friend is having a rough time recently, so I thought I'd cheer her up with some headcanons that I will show her through screenshots because I can't allow anyone to find my Tumblr, it's bad enough my sister has it. Normal people encourage eachother, I give xReader content.

Vanitas

You're a real masochist to fall for him. But he's one too so...

He has commitment and attachment issues, how did you manage to get in a relationship with him? No seriously, how the fu-

On a second thought I'm not sure I want to know, but you did it and that's what matters.

You read it right. You did it.

Because I refuse to believe he would take the first step into seriously committing to something aside from his goal. But he can't really say no if you're the one bringing it up, you know what you're getting into after all.

What comes next?

Oh right, dating!

He knows the basics on how to act like he cares, the problem comes when he actually cares. He doesn't really know what to do with himself so he tries to go along with the traditional ways, but probably ends up with impostor syndrome because come on it's Vanitas we're talking about.

Please reassure him it's alright and that you are willing to talk about it.

Aside from this initial problems.

He isn't a cuddler. He doesn't really get what the point of cuddling is.

But please hold him when he's sleeping or resting.

He's the "I'm a knife!" person but he is actually the little spoon.

He likes nuzzling his face against your neck. Also he's like a cat, once he is resting on top of you you're obliged to stay still until he gets up.

Also bite him. Give him hickeys on his neck. It's alright if you hurt him, he likes it.

He'll probably bite you back.

Not big on pet names, maybe the classic "darling" here and there, but mostly he prefers to use your name.

Jealous? Him? The man that can't believe someone would love him? Yes dear, he is.

But he isn't possessive. He hates himself so much that even though he gets jealous as fuck he won't act on it. Maybe he'll sulk in a corner or press his face against your chest, kinda unaware he looks a bit possessive. Or is he?

He's a complicated guy and a relationship with him would require one hell of a effort.

Because he is a fucking rat (as in small and looks like he just came out of a sewer and doesn't really know what is going on but is just filled with chaotic energy).

But he is your rat.

And he loves you.

Little bonus: Vanitas is a package deal, if you get with him you also get his """family""" that will do everything in their power to protect you because they either want Vanitas to be happy (Roland and Noè) or they're worried as to what could Vanitas do if something ever happened to you (the Damps, also Roland and Noè).

Gilbert

He took the initiative to confess.

I mean, he tried.

No but I swear he wanted to say it first.

He just got really flustered and started stuttering and not making much sense.

But you got the message.

He doesn't know a thing about dating though. Please stop him from asking advice to Oz or Xerxes because those little shits (affectionately) will do everything they can to make fun of him.

It will be fun though because he will experiment a bit to understand what he likes and what he doesn't.

He likes cuddles (of course he does, such a touch starved mf).

He loves it when you play with his hair. Just laying down, his head on your lap and your hands in his hair. He can and will fall asleep like that.

Likes to hold you at night. Maybe is the fear of abandonment, but he really needs to feel you in some way when falling asleep and waking up. Even just having your hands touching is fine, but holding you is the best.

Really flustered if you give him hickeys. Will hide them out of embarrassment, also because Oz and Xerxes won't stop teasing him about them.

Gets jealous easily, and once you're in a relationship he will get mildly possessive.

When out together he will hold you hand and always stay by your side. If someone flirts with you Gil will give them a death glare and keep an arm around your waist, then ask you if that person is bothering you.

And will call you by pet names. He prefers your name, but when he feels like he should clarify your relationship status with others he'll call you "dear", "darling", maybe even "love". But he will get flustered about it afterwards, please don't tease him about it. Or do it, your choice.

He's just a bit insecure but he really loves you and wants things with you to work out, so he will put a big effort in this too.

Little bonus: with him, you also gain an enemy/friend, which is Vincent. He either adores you because you care for his big brother and love him, or he hates you because you're taking his big brother from him. Probably swings between the two, depending on the situation and his mood. He won't harm you though, he doesn't want to hurt Gilbert's feelings.

Xerxes

Oh dear you're in for a treat.

Yeah no he tells you right away that he likes you. Probably starts by joking around with you until he can't take it anymore and confesses in the most serious way possible for him.

He leads you through it. Does he have a lot of experience? Not really, but he can guess how things work and he learns quickly and so he takes the initiative in most of the fields.

Pet him. Like whenever he does something good just tell him "Well done" and give him head pats. He loves it and will come looking for you whenever he comes back from a mission or he does some paperwork just for the praises. It's not that he is touch starved and insecure (not as much as you might think because of this behaviour at least) but he likes this kind of "games" with you, where he plays the innocent and cute puppy.

Which he is not.

He kisses you a lot, especially when in public, just to make you flustered. Also teases you about everything.

If you have to walk somewhere together he'll just grab your arm or hand and run, dragging you with him. This mf (affectionately).

Gets easily jealous. Like very easily. If he catches you talking to other members of Pandora for too long he'll throw himself at you (like literally he'll jump at you and grab you like a baby koala) and ask if you still love him loud and clear in front of whoever you were talking to. He knows you do btw. He just likes the drama. Bonus if you're too small or weak to hold him up and so you both fall to the ground, he will keep you on top of him though so you don't get hurt.

He loves weird, unusual or very very sweet pet names in public. You see, half of the fun of this relationship with him is he teasing and annoying you. He will call you "Pudding" during a Pandora meeting, just know he will.

But when you two are alone he kinda melts. You know he wants some real quality time together when he starts calling you by your name.

Overall he's a menace. But... he is your menace (yes that is something he said more than once when anyone mentioned your relationship with him).

Oswald

Oh hell what the actual fuck.

I'm sorry.

He is a good guy don't get me wrong, but he is really focused on his work and his role.

He won't initiate a relationship with you unless you're very insisting. He knows that once he becomes "Glen" he might change and is afraid of hurting your feelings.

But let's be honest Lacie would totally be your wingman, she loves her brother and wants someone who loves him to look after him once she's sent to the Abyss.

So your relationship starts, and let me tell you this is an angsty one.

Because he cherishes every moment he has with you as himself.

He is very intense in every part of your relationship and every moment spent with him becomes a precious memory to the both of you.

He might not be very cuddly, but if you run your fingers through his hair... that might become one of his favourite things.

You can do it randomly during the day he's not shy.

Also he doesn't get jealous, ever. If you're willing to stay with him even though he is supposed to become the next Glen he figured that other people have zero chances with you.

Possessive? Not really either. The most possessive thing he might do is kissing you on the cheek when he greets you in front of others, and even then it's more about showing his love to you rather than showing others that you're his.

Not really a fan of pet names honestly. He likes your name. He might occasionally call you "love", but that's pretty much it. It's understandable for him to prefer people's actual names though :')

After becoming Glen and Lacie's death he will become more distant. Just know that. Everyone copes with pain on different ways, that's how he copes with his. But if you keep staying by his side he'll just warm up to you again, and this time he won't leave your side. Not intentionally that is.

Yes this relationship is the type that will leave you in tears but in the end it was worth it all and you both know it.

#Vanitas #Vanitas no carte #Vanitas x reader #Gilbert Nightray #Gilbert Nightray x reader #Xerxes Break #Xerxes Break x reader #Oswald Baskerville #Oswald Baskerville x reader #Pandora Hearts #Pandora Hearts x reader #Headcanons #I tried #Also none of this men is completely mentally stable and we're here for it

[authortobenamedlater]

Okay, I finally worked my way here.

For the '100 ways to say I love you' prompts.

17 for Tom and Chyler

23 for John and Cortana

24 for Riz and Vannak!

And I can finally answer! At least one. Will do the rest in reblogs.

Shoehorned this into an idea I’ve had for a few months. One of the few MWAS ideas that did not come from real life, though we do have a Roomba.

—

17. “Watch your step.”

Chyler woke up to an empty bed and a light on in the kitchen.

Tom must be back. Chyler stood up and exited the bedroom, carefully dodging the robovac. “Tom?”

“In here,” Tom called from the tiny kitchen.

“Hey.” Chyler greeted her still-uniformed husband with a hug from behind.

“Hi,” Tom said in between bites of cheese. “Sorry I’m so late.”

Chyler flattened her cheek against his back. “Well, you’re going for the cheese, not the whiskey, so it couldn’t have been that bad.”

Tom humphed. “Wasn’t bad, just long.” He turned around to return Chyler’s hug.

The robovac trundled into the kitchen and bumped against a cabinet twice before continuing its lap around the room’s perimeter.

“I ever tell you how much those creep me out?” Tom asked as the vacuum crossed into the living area.

“Oh, please,” Chyler sighed.

“I’m telling you, it’s spying on us.”

“You know those things have been around for centuries.”

“Centuries of data collection,” Tom said conspiratorially.

“With which they have done absolutely nothing,” Chyler countered. “Not very good spies.”

The vacuum rolled along the edge of the couch.

“That’s what they want us to think,” Tom said.

“Do you want to vacuum your own rug?” Chyler asked pointedly.

“Not really.”

Chyler laughed and stood on tiptoe to kiss her husband’s cheek. “Well, if the robovac is a spy maybe we should go where it can’t see us.”

“Hm, good idea,” Tom yawned. “You go ahead. Let me put all this away.”

“Tom Lasky, putting things away?” Chyler asked with mock astonishment.

“Quiet,” Tom grumbled, but he was smiling.

Chyler smiled back and headed to the bedroom. She grabbed her compad on the way to the bed and started to look for new messages before thinking better of it. Roland would alert her and Tom to something urgent. Everything else could wait—

A thud and holler from the living area interrupted Chyler’s train of thought.

“Tom!” Chyler leapt off the bed and threw the door open. Tom was sprawled on the floor clutching his right foot, the Robovac slinking away like a kid trying to avoid Mom and Dad’s wrath.

“Watch your step!” Chyler exclaimed unthinkingly.

“A little late for that, don’t you think?” Tom gritted.

“What happened?!”

“What’s it look like happened?” Tom groaned.

“Is it broken?” Chyler bent over and tried to examine Tom’s foot.

“How should I know?” Tom dropped his head onto the floor. “Ah, hurts like a you-know-what.”

“I’ll, uh,” Chyler bit her lip. “I’ll pick you up.”

“I don’t think that’s happening, babe,” Tom said between hisses.

“I’ll call medical.” Chyler started back to the room for her compad.

“No need, Commander Silva.” Roland’s voice broke into the chaos. “I’ve already summoned medical attention. ETA five minutes.”

“Good.” Chyler nodded at the ceiling.

The robovac began dutifully edging around Tom’s side.

“Roland, turn this damn thing off!” Tom snapped.

“Right away, Captain.”

Chyler watched the vacuum return to its stand, then looked back to Tom. “How’s the—”

The vacuum began emptying its bin.

“How’s the foot?” Chyler asked once the noise subsided.

Tom lifted his head to glare at the robovac. “Told you that thing was bad news,” he panted.

The machine emitted a beep, almost as if in protest.

#halo #married with a supercarrier au #fanfic by atbnl #halo fanfic by atbnl

[doom-dreaming]

The More The Merrier: Ch. 2 - Preparation

“I’m being taken out for drinks.”

“You make it sound like you weren’t given a choice.”

“I wasn’t.” Sarah had always assumed the whole “butterflies in your stomach” thing was reserved for teenagers passing their crushes in middle school hallways, so she’s not entirely sure why she’s feeling it now. People offered to buy her drinks all the time. Hell, she usually accepted. Free alcohol, right? But something about their insistence had been so… God, what was the word…

“Who would be so bold?” Tom jokes, still not looking up from the datapad in his hands, oblivious to the metaphorical insects in Sarah's gut.

“Kelly and Linda.”

That does it. She sees his head pop up in her periphery. “As in...Blue Team Kelly and Linda?”

“Do you know any others?”

“...that seems strangely sociable of them.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” She runs her fingers through her hair. Was that too much? Should she just pull it back like she always did? She huffs, reaching for the elastic band she’d just taken out.

Slowly, Lasky’s attention returns to the datapad. “When are you going?”

“Tonight.”

“Ah. And…is that why you’ve been standing in front of the mirror for ten minutes?”

“It hasn’t been—” she checks her watch. “Whatever. Hair up or down?”

He sighs. Sets the datapad on the table. Rubs at his eyes. “Do whatever’s comfortable, Sarah. Am I missing something here? You don’t usually put this much effort into…” he gestures toward her.

Before she can answer, the room's holotank glows a brilliant gold and Roland’s avatar appears in a swirling flourish, arms crossed, looking suspiciously cheerful. “Based on the elevated heart rates of all three Spartans during the time of their conversation, I’d say you’re missing something significant, Captain.”

Two seconds tick by. To Sarah, it feels like two years.

Roland grins.

Tom blinks. “Sarah, is this a date?”

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t considered the possibility. “If that’s what it turns into, I won’t complain,” she concedes with a shrug and a gentle glare in the direction of the holotank. “But I wasn’t gonna mention that part unless it actually went somewhere—thanks, Roland.”

“You’re welcome!”

Tom’s face morphs into something close to that kicked-dog look he got when his usual strategies of garnering sympathy weren’t working. “I know we keep things pretty open between us, but do we need to talk? Am I not enough for you anymore?”

Oh, a joke. She bites her tongue for a second as the word she’d been searching for earlier comes screaming to the forefront of her brain. Arousing. Their insistence had been arousing. Suddenly, the butterflies make sense…and instantly become wasps. “You know I haven’t fucked anyone my own size since I became a Spartan?” She might as well approach this for what it was. Or what it could be. What she wanted it to be? "...Miller doesn't count."

Some of the surprise drains from Tom’s posture at the mention of Miller, replaced by resigned agreement. “No, he doesn’t. But do you really think that’s where this is going to end up?”

“Again, wouldn’t say no if it’s offered.”

“...that’d be something to see,” Roland mutters.

Sarah turns on him. “You wanna watch?”

“I—um, meant it more in a rhetorical sense, Commander. But…of course, if you’re open to the idea…”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? I don’t know that we’ll be doing anything besides drinking and trading war stories. If—and only if—it ends up being something else…we’ll figure out the logistics." Her eyes flick between Tom and Roland, narrowing on the latter. "Until then, stop getting my hopes up."

"Sure thing—just one question. In the "hypothetical" event that you do end up…involved with the lovely ladies of Blue Team," he makes a big show of miming the quotation marks. "Could I…maybe ride along sometime? Just for curiosity's sake?"

There's a near-simultaneous sigh from both humans in the room. "We let him join us the one time…" Lasky starts.

"Actually, Captain, I've been included in your sexual escapades no less than three separate times and I find it exhilarating—"

"That’s my point.”

"And you can hardly fault me for that!" Roland retorts with mock indignation. The holotank flares brighter. "It's in my nature to seek new experiences and a threesome of Spartans would certainly be—"

"Okay, okay!" Sarah cuts them both off. "Roland, shut up. Right now this is not a date and there is no plan for a threesome. Right now it’s just drinks. Got it?” She doesn’t know who she’s putting more effort into convincing—the two of them or herself.

Roland shifts like he wants to say something but, wisely, stays quiet.

Palmer tightens her ponytail. “Good.”

#halo #my writing #halo fanfic #palmsky #palmer/lasky/roland #kelly/palmer/linda #gonna let this sit on tumblr for a little bit so i can see what i want to change before i put it on ao3 lmao #that's always how it works #god now i have to write ch 3 #let's just say palmer's hair is NOT gonna stay in that ponytail