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A Question of Trust - Chapter Seven

Fri, 10 Apr 2026 08:37:48 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter Seven

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Dry Orgasms
Wordcount: 5418

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Snip.

Another length of copper dropped onto the cloth. Ashenivir curved the sharp ends in with his pliers, satisfied at the neatness of the tiny loops. The faint noise of the city drifted up from the street below—a bard of some sort had parked themselves on a near enough corner that their light tunes had accompanied all his morning chores.

Caring for the apartment—cleaning—was not a thing usually in his nature, but every time he did it, Rizeth was pleased. Even if he said nothing, it was clear enough in his reaction. He liked things tidy, Ashenivir had known that as long as he’d known Rizeth, and any tedium associated with keeping things in order evaporated the moment that small, pleased smile ticked the corner of his Master’s mouth. Being complimented on a job well done made the effort of achieving it shine like gold.

“‘Thus the pleasure of the Master becomes the pleasure of the servant—if such enjoyment cannot be felt in serving, intrinsically, the servant shall never truly cherish his place.’ Master Corvidius, Truest Service, page forty-five,” he recited as he set to polishing the wire. Cleanest copper meant clearest magic, and he’d never do any less for Rizeth than he did for himself.

He’d always enjoyed this. Back at the Arcanum, keeping Rizeth’s component store filled had never felt like a chore. It helped his Master, made him happy, ensured he always had everything he needed for his spellcasting. Trimming wire, grinding gem and metal powders, collecting and arranging all the tiny oddments needed for everyday wizardry—in these dullest of tasks he found a meditative pleasure. Intrinsically.

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Author's Notes: look at all this lovely sex and nice relationship stuff, isn't it so hot? so cute? aren't they just so great right now? im sure the next chapter isn't going to do anything bad to them whatsoever~

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A Question of Trust - Chapter Six

Fri, 27 Mar 2026 10:48:28 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter Six

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Sex Toys, Restraints
Wordcount: 5240

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Show him you love him.

Kelran’s words echoed on a mocking repeat of reprove in Rizeth’s head. When Ashenivir got back from the Haven, he’d tried to apologise—too tired, Ashenivir brushed him off with, wanting to go right to bed. The morning after, Rizeth waited for him to broach the subject, determined not to snap, to be rational, but Ashenivir hadn’t tried again. Rizeth didn’t know if he’d succeeded in scaring him away from the topic, exactly as he’d stupidly wanted, or simply succeeded in scaring Ashenivir from talking to him about it.

Neither felt good, but it was a necessary discomfort. Ashenivir didn’t understand what he was asking for. Books told him nothing. Books painted pretty, appealing fantasies of rules and rituals, not the reality of what living under them entailed, nor did they properly convey the destruction of affection such rules could cause. Trying desperately to have them had turned Rizeth into a monster and his relationship to ash, and he wouldn’t allow history to repeat itself.

So they hadn’t discussed it. Rizeth threw himself into displays of affection Kelran would surely approve of—all Ashenivir’s favourite meals, new books, fresh flowers every time he came back from yet another Arcanum meeting. He said please, asked permission, and took nothing, not so much as a kiss, without it. Ashenivir seemed to forgive him, or at least didn’t walk out on him, which he hoped were the same thing.

An afternoon finally came entirely free, and Ashenivir lit up when Rizeth asked him to come to the House.

“Can I have my new toy there?”

His eyes were brighter than they’d been in days. “You may,” Rizeth said, and Ashenivir kissed him, and he felt that perhaps all might be alright with the world.

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Author's Notes: uh oh oh no (:

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Deepthroat Diplomacy

Fri, 20 Mar 2026 11:09:55 GMT

Deepthroat Diplomacy

Fandom: Original
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Tags: Fantasy, Elves & Orcs, Gangbang, Size Difference, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Creampie, Belly Bulge, Body Hair, Large Cock, PWP, fat hairy sexy orcs, some of the women have cocks some of the men have cunts
Wordcount: 3670

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Summary: In which Ambassador Kitarai does an absolutely stellar job negotiating a trade agreement.

The dress wasn’t exactly appropriate ambassadorial attire, but no-one had seen her pack it so Kitarai felt she could, on this occasion, get away with it. Unprofessionally bright blue skirts flowed around her freshly moisturised legs as she made her way up the neat stone path towards what her mentor had told her was called the Khezegh. Translated, it apparently meant something like ‘house of debate’—a fact which made a great many of the elves of Al-Sinneas extremely happy. There was nothing they loved more than a good debate.

Kitarai adjusted her low-cut bodice to better display the small, delicate curve of her breasts, then raised a hand to knock. Before her knuckles could make contact with the painted wood, an orc opened the door.

“Ambassador Starflower, I presume?” he asked, grinning rather tuskily down at her. He was tall and broad and wore only dark trousers, held up beneath the fuzzy swell of his stomach by a thick brown belt. Kitarai drew on all her training and managed to both look him in the eye and not squeak as she spoke.

“Yes. Madam Vyel is expecting me.”

“Madam,” the orc repeated, chuckling. “She’ll get a kick out of that. Come on in. We’ve been waiting for you.”

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Author's Notes: i’d apologise for all the worldbuilding but unfortunately i need it to get off 💜

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A Question of Trust - Chapter Five

Fri, 13 Mar 2026 09:56:45 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter Five

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings:
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Temperature/Sensation Play, Angst
Wordcount: 4673

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“Back for more reading, Master Zauvym?”

Ms Thorne offered him a friendly smile as he stepped into the foyer. Ashenivir returned it. “Lord Stillgleam’s collection is very engaging.”

And a good distraction. Rizeth was acting like nothing had happened, which was almost worse than the first time they’d argued and he’d turned too sweet. Ashenivir didn’t want to broach the topic himself—how would he even do such a thing? Please, Master, tell me about the woman who broke your heart, I’m dying to know exactly how she did it. Spare no detail. It was stupid to be hung up on it when it was none of his business.

“Ms Thorne,” he said, “do you know a woman called Elian’la? A drow, from Mythen Thaelas like me?”

Ms Thorne pursed her lips. “The name sounds familiar, but you know how I am with faces.”

“Couldn’t you look her up?”

“You know the rules,” she said, tapping a nail on her ledger. “You’re a lovely boy, but I can’t go giving out private information just because I like you. If she visits, I’m certain you’ll run into her sooner or later.”

That’s what I’m worried about. Ashenivir made his way to the library and laid out his notes. He’d avoided going to the Haven since Catriona had told him about Elian’la—his desire to run into her again to learn more of her dancing had turned to dread at the idea of having to talk to her. Did she know Rizeth was here? Catriona must have told her. Did she know Ashenivir was with her former partner, resent him for not saying anything?

And what had happened between her and Rizeth?

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Author's Notes: oh Ashenivir. my poor sweet boy. oh Rizeth. my poor sweet idiot.

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A Question of Trust - Chapter Four

Fri, 27 Feb 2026 09:56:00 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter Four

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Innapropriate Use of Dungeons & Dragons Spells, Anal Sex, the intimacies of post-scene hair care, uh-oh here comes the angst train
Wordcount: 5254

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The past few days of meetings had made Rizeth feel as though he were right back in Mythen Thaelas. The meeting rooms at the Tower of the Order were dark enough to pass for the Underdark, and the maze of petty paperwork required to even begin arranging a face-to-face with the Blackstaff about this as-yet hypothetical exchange program between her college and the Arcanum was as familiar as his own reflection.

The comfortable bureaucracy of it all served to set him on an even keel. An unease had lingered within him since his argument with Ashenivir, but nothing more had come of it. Ashenivir seemed entirely focused on his studies again, and hadn’t brought up anything related to dynamic—theirs or anyone else’s—at all. So Rizeth decided he’d managed, however clumsily, to set things right, and put the whole incident from his mind.

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Author's Notes: i really put everything you could want in this one. fantasy skype. surprise Lyzira appearance. animated bed bondage. ex-girlfriend angst. all the hits. (i hope you're enjoying the climb up this rollercoaster. it's gonna be a fun ride down!)

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A Question of Trust - Chapter Three

Fri, 13 Feb 2026 09:45:07 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter Three

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Spanking, Angst/Argument
Wordcount: 4505

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“The thing is,” River said, “is that he’s being sneaky.”

“You think he’s doing something bad? Wait, slow down, Ashenivir, I didn’t get that at all—show me again.”

Ashenivir took Mara’s hands and moved them back to the starting position. Her frown of concentration included her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth, and was the kind of adorable he didn’t want to mention in case it distracted her. They’d cleared enough space in River and Cain’s small kitchen for him to teach—well, try to teach—her a few basic patterns. She’d begged to learn, because she’d gotten entirely too enamoured with Xalin at the welcome dinner and wanted to impress her the next time she visited the Haven.

“No, I don’t think he’s doing anything bad.” River flipped another card over. He was sat on the kitchen table—now shoved up against a wall with no space for its own chairs, which in turn had been exiled to a precarious stack in the living room—entertaining himself with solitaire whilst they practised. “But I do think he’s up to something, and that has me worried.”

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Author's Notes: uh-oh, the boys are having a mild disagreement i'm sure nothing will come of this

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A Question of Trust - Chapter Two

Tue, 27 Jan 2026 13:45:56 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter Two

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Beach Episode, Oral Sex
Wordcount: 6821

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Cool white stone beneath his feet, salt breeze gentle against his skin, the quiet rush of his own breath above the steady thud of his heart. Ashenivir absently hummed the accompanying devotional to himself, but it was the motion that cleared his mind, not the song; the movement that lifted him beyond his body and let him float, free of worry and racing thought. All his life he’d searched for ways to calm his mind. He hadn’t realised how much dancing had been one until he’d come back to it.

It wasn’t quite as good as floating under Rizeth’s hands, but one might argue he was lately very biased in that regard.

Alongside him, Zelka span out towards the edge of the altar, and he followed her steps as he had all her others this morning. A leap took them back to the centre, flowing down into a roll that brought her back to her feet—and sent him stumbling and scrambling to avoid greeting the morning by smashing his face into the stone.

“An excellent first attempt,” Zelka said, offering a steadying hand.

“At least I arrived too late to embarrass myself in front of the acolytes,” he replied, accepting it. His decision to come had been partly to get out of the apartment, since a full tenday of not doing so save for one party felt indolent in the extreme, and partly to make use of the Haven’s pools, which were both larger and cooler than the bath he’d enchanted. Leaving the bed, however, took a lot longer than he’d intended—when Rizeth’s hands were on him, he lost all track of time.

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Author's Notes: i'm sure nothing that happened in this chapter is going to have any consequences whatsoever (:

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A Question of Trust - Chapter One

Fri, 16 Jan 2026 10:36:51 GMT

A Question of Trust - Chapter One

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Hand Job, the beginnings of Rizeth's idiocy
Wordcount: 4397

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“This isn’t going to work.”

“Ashenivir—”

“Ignoring it isn’t going to fix it.”

Rizeth’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “You’re right,” he said. “It is too small.”

The bed—once Rizeth’s, now theirs, a concept that kept making him giddy—sat innocently against the wall, sheets rumpled from a long, lazy morning that had turned into another long, lazy afternoon. For the past few nights, the midsummer heat and attendant humidity had seen them both tossing and turning through reverie, the discomfort of two bodies crowded into a bed built for one only barely outweighed by the distasteful notion of sleeping alone again.

Rizeth kissed his neck. “I can acquire a heat shield from the Watchful Order. That ought to make things more bearable.”

“Even you can’t maintain focus on a spell whilst you’re asleep, Master,” Ashenivir said. He tilted his head to allow Rizeth better access to skin already marked with a half-dozen bitten bruises. His remark gained him a new one, and he let out a quiet moan. “We could…we should…”

“Yes, Ra’soltha?” Rizeth traced light circles over his hipbones. “If you have something to say, then say it, before I become inclined to take your voice.”

“We should get a new bed,” Ashenivir gasped out in a rush. “I mean I…I think it might be more comfortable if it was…if we both…fit. Better.” His disjointed thoughts were only half because of Rizeth’s touch. It had only been nine days since midsummer, all of which they’d spent together in the apartment—saving the brief excursions Rizeth had made to get food—and nine days was nowhere near long enough to be suggesting things like that. Especially when he wasn’t the one who could afford to buy them.

Rizeth pulled him around into a kiss that seemed not to mind his presumption. “Tomorrow,” he said, when they broke for breath, “we will find a carpenter and order something. You may choose whatever you like.”

“Are you sure?”

“Would I say it if I weren’t?”

Ashenivir couldn’t hold his gaze. “It’s just…you keep giving me things and I can’t repay any of it, and I—”

Rizeth tipped his chin up. “Gifts are not to be repaid. I enjoy seeing you happy, xi’hum. That is all there is to it.”

Although sweat pooled everywhere their skin touched—neither of them had dressed properly in days, and today was no exception—Ashenivir pressed closer, twining his arms around Rizeth’s neck. Even awake, being beyond touching distance was intolerable. “I think it’s a little more than that, Master.”

“Oh?”

“You like watching me choose things. You like seeing me struggle, so you can have the satisfaction of seeing me overcome.” He rose on the balls of his feet, bringing his lips within kissing distance of Rizeth’s. “You like making me work for my rewards.”

“You know your Master very well, it seems,” Rizeth murmured.

“Of course I do,” Ashenivir said, moth wings uncurling to flutter beneath his sternum as he spoke. “I love him.”

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Author's Notes: here we go again! i'm readying my bunker because Things Are Going To Happen in this fic that may uh. make you want to throw things at me ajdasdjalk (you'll enjoy it i promise. it's artisinal hand-crafted angst)

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A Question of Trust Masterpost

Wed, 31 Dec 2025 08:39:48 GMT

Summary

Rizeth’s previous attempt at romance ended in disaster. This time, he’s determined things will be different.

He and Ashenivir have chosen to remain in Waterdeep, intending to spend the summer indulging in scenes and venturing into the strange waters of intentional courtship. Nothing about it feels easy; everything about it feels right. That alone makes any difficulty more than worth the effort.

But when Rizeth’s history comes back to haunt him, he’ll have to find a way to avoid repeating the mistakes of his past—or risk losing Ashenivir for good.

General Tags: D/s Dynamics, Master/Apprentice, BDSM, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, a sexy miscellany of Forgotten Realms and D&D headcanons, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Restraints Inappropriate Use of Dungeons & Dragons Spells

Each chapter will have additional chapter-specific tags.

Chapters

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen

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A Study In Stockings

Sun, 26 Oct 2025 11:05:44 GMT

A Study In Stockings

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Tags: D/s dynamics, Master/apprentice, Kinktober 2025, Married!Boys, Intercrural/Thigh-Fucking, Lingerie, Fluff
Wordcount: 2119

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Summary: this concept has been kicking around in my drafts for forever, and now it is finally time for the world to see Rizeth losing his mind about Ashenivir In Stockings.

A year of marriage scarcely seemed credible, yet a year it had been. A year of Ashenivir being his in every way possible; a year of the phrase ‘my husband’ tripping near constantly from his tongue—and setting his heart afire when he heard it from Ashenivir’s. A whole year. Taking him to dinner was the absolute bare minimum of celebration he deserved, in Rizeth’s view.

“I have a surprise for you when we get home,” Ashenivir said, as they lingered over dessert.

“Oh?”

“It’s our anniversary,” he said, visibly pleased to utter the words. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You do nice things for me every day.”

“I follow our rules every day. This is different.”

“Is that so?” Rizeth held another forkful of cake out to him. “And what manner of mischief have you concocted this time, apprentice?”

Ashenivir swallowed his bite and licked chocolate from his lips. “If I told you that, Master, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

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Author's Notes: honestly the biggest challenge for this was not dropping Significant Wedding Related Lore in a kinktober fic before i’ve. you know. posted the Wedding Arc.

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Hush

Wed, 22 Oct 2025 13:07:38 GMT

Hush

Fandom: Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Zeth'rinn Baenre/Iphs Nydalla
Tags: Kinktober 2025, Quiet Sex, Knife Kink, Blade Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Fingerfucking, Trans Male Character
Wordcount: 2107

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Summary: In which Iphis makes an unexpected appearance in Zeth’rinn’s room to deliver both pleasure, and a dangerous instruction from Matron Nydalla. Written for Kinktober 2025, for the prompt ‘Quiet Sex’.

There are a limited number of things Zeth’rinn expects to find on his bed when he returns to his room after weapons-practice, and Iphis Nydalla isn’t one of them. A thing he’d quite like to find, certainly, but given that his bunk in the Bregan D’aerthe safehouse is, well, in the Bregan D’aerthe safehouse, which is notably located inside the Clawrift and not on some pretty West Wall thoroughfare, it’s not a thing he ever imagined would happen outside of some very involved late-night fantasies.

“Good session, Baenre?” Iphis asks, sweeping his too-blue eyes over Zeth’rinn’s sweaty form. He’s reclined on the bed, comfortable as you please, toying with a knife.

Zeth’rinn curses and slams his door shut, lest any of the others traipsing back to their rooms catch sight of the interloper. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t I visit our favourite pet intruder?” Iphis says, affecting a pout.

“Alright, correction—how are you here?”

Iphis shrugs, an elegant roll of shoulders. “You broke into our house, you know the fundamentals of such things.”

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Author's Notes: is it even Kinktober is Zeth’rinn isn’t making terrible decisions about the Nydallas?

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An Unfamiliar Experience

Sun, 12 Oct 2025 09:18:27 GMT

An Unfamiliar Experience

Fandom: Original Work
Rating: E
Relationship: Witch/Familiar, F/M
Tags: Original Characters, Trans Male Character, Witch/Familiar, Dom/sub, Dom Bottom/Sub Top, Femdom, Dirty Talk, Leash, Vaginal Sex, Magical Genital Alteration
Wordcount: 2510

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Summary: In which Thistle’s witch bestows a new set of equipment on him. Written for Kinktober 2025, for the prompt ‘Dom Bottom/Sub Top’

To gain a magical core, Thistle had pledged himself in service for a year and a day to a witch called Amaranthe. In exchange for doing her bidding, she would, at the end of his term as her familiar—as such an arrangement made him—open his heart and place a sliver of her magic inside it. Such a gift would make him a witch in his own right—and quite a powerful one too, he hoped, since Amaranthe had a reputation best described as a natural disaster waiting to happen.

He’d expected his year and a day to be hard work. To be scrubbing floors and pulling weeds, hanging laundry and harvesting herbs; all the things he’d grown sick of doing at home, their mundanity given sparkling new purpose by the reward they promised.

So far, whilst his stint as a familiar had indeed involved those things, it had also involved a good deal more unusual services than he’d ever anticipated providing.

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Author's Notes: i’m already in love with these two why are they so cute.

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The Box

Wed, 08 Oct 2025 11:33:08 GMT

The Box

Fandom: Original Work
Rating: E
Relationship: Tentacles/Reader
Tags: Sci-fi, Tentacle Sex, Consentacles, Exhibitionism, Second Person POV, Reader Insert, Trans Male/Transmasc Reader, No Reader Pronouns, T-dick, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex
Wordcount: 2429

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Summary: In which you try out a unique entertainment at a new club. Written for Kinktober 2025, for the prompts ‘exhibitionism’, and ‘tentacle sex’

Author's Notes: this fic is written with a trans-masculine reader in mind, though no gendered pronouns are used, and uses the words ‘t-dick’ and ‘cunt’ to describe genitalia. if those words aren’t your vibe, i’d skip this one.

The club only opened last month, yet already it’s become something of a station-wide obsession, despite the fact that anyone who seriously decides to call their place of business Club Climax deserves to fall immediately and unceremoniously into bankruptcy.

Several of your friends attended the grand opening, and have been badgering you to come with them every weekend since. Specifically, they’ve been insisting that you need to take a turn in The Box.

“Seriously, it’s amazing,” your best friend tells you. “You especially will absolutely love it.”

But when you press for details—from her, from any of them—they just blush and laugh and say they’re not going to spoil the experience. Your increasingly frustrated net-searches don’t tell you anything either—even in the grand tell-all of the web, everyone seems committed to keeping the contents of The Box a secret.

You don’t like caving to peer pressure, but you like being out of the loop even less, especially when the people in the loop are dropping five-star ratings on whatever’s inside it. So eventually—inevitably—you find yourself in line for Club Climax, alongside three of your very excited, very pre-drunk friends.

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Author's Notes: what can i say. the world needs more x-reader t-boy tentacle porn, and i am but a humble provider of such needs.

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Obsession - twisted little game

Sun, 05 Oct 2025 15:12:48 GMT

Obsession - twisted little game

Fandom: Forgotten Realms / War of the Spider Queen
Rating: E
Warnings: Non-con, Intoxication, Humiliation
Relationship: Vizaeth Xunhrae Thaezyr/Pharaun Mizzrym
Tags: Toxic Relationship, Non-Consensual Groping, Non-Consensual Oral, Semi-Public Humiliation
Wordcount: 2879

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Summary: In which Pharaun finds a way to circumvent the restrictions of the geas and take a cruel vengeance on Vizaeth. Written for Kinktober 2025, for the prompts ‘humilation’ and ‘intoxication’.

The geas burns beneath his sternum. Rancid magic, rotten little claws digging into the muscle of his heart—in the dead of night, staring at the ceiling, he can hear that accursed name echoing inside his heartbeat: Vizaeth, Vizaeth, Vizaeth fucking Thaezyr.

He’s tried to get rid of it. Oh, how he’s tried—hours of reading, scouring the deepest recesses of Sorcere’s libraries, creeping about like some common criminal in the fouler parts of the city in search of someone, something, anything that will rid him of this infection.

Pharaun rubs at his chest, the habit already tedious. None of his efforts have yet turned up a way to untangle the mangled skein of magic encasing his heart like Lolth’s own webs, so he must perforce find other ways to compensate his suffering. Particularly after the rat decided to blind and then rape him. That little stunt he did not, ironically, see coming. Up until then, even with the geas, he’d thought Vizaeth still squarely under his thumb. The boy was so obsessed, so devoted—charmingly, naively devoted, the perfect slave and scapegoat—that Pharaun never thought he’d grow an actual spine.

The influence of the Dyrr apprentice and his friends, no doubt. A touch of power rubbing off, making him think he can just get away with things, the way real people can. Well. Geas or not, it’s about time Vizaeth was reminded of his place in the natural order.

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Author's Notes: first time writing Pharaun POV and this is what I do with it. you’re welcome? anyway, happy kinktober! as is tradition, Vizaeth is having a Horrible Time <3

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Three Drow Ante

Tue, 22 Jul 2025 12:11:47 GMT

Three Drow Ante

Fandom: Forgotten Realms, Dungeons & Dragons, Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Fel'rekt Lafeen/Zeth'rinn Baenre(OC), Fel'rekt Lafeen/Krebbyg Masq'il'yr, Fel'rekt Lafeen/Krebbyg Masq'il'yr/Zeth'rinn Baenre
Tags: Trans male character, Porn and some feelings, Friends With Benefits, Pining, Oral Sex, T-dick referred to as clit, Threesome - M/M/M, Double Penetration, Frotting via penetration, Strap-Ons, Banter
Wordcount: 5244

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Summary: Fel’rekt has a Thing for Krebbyg. Krebbyg has a Thing for Fel’rekt. Apparently, they’re the only two people in Bregan D’aerthe who haven’t realised the Thing goes both ways. Fortunately for everyone, Zeth’rinn has a plan to fix this.

Author's Notes: this idea came to me in a fit of late-night ‘wouldn’t it be fun if…?’ and now i’m making it everyone’s problem <3 enjoy my horny menace of an OC getting dicked down stupid in the name of matchmaking.

Technically, the vacant house on Saerdoun Street was an observational outpost. Technically, Fel’rekt was posted there to oversee the intelligence-gathering operation on the Gralhunds. And, technically, Zeth’rinn wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near a Bregan D’aerthe operative with actual rank because Jarlaxle was still sore about the thing with the dragon, as if he had any right to be sore about anything involving dragons, given his history.

All the technicalities in the world couldn’t erase the fact that Zeth’rinn had needs, as did Fel’rekt, and finding someone who could take care of those needs without getting unpleasant about either their drow heritage or the particular shape of their gender was not as easy as either of their libidos might have hoped.

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Author's Notes: cannot believe my horny-ass OC is the one to first bring me to the point of having a platonic fuckbuddies ship. zeth’rinn baenre the man that you are…

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Contract Negotiations

Wed, 02 Jul 2025 18:06:53 GMT

Contract Negotiations

Fandom: Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Glasya/Original Female Character
Tags: PWP, Femdom, Strap-on, Multiple Orgasms, Desk sex, Fingerfucking, Oral Sex
Wordcount: 3475

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Summary: Warlock Niamh has power, true, but she’d really like more of it. Her patron devil, Glasya, is more than happy to provide it—for a suitable price.

This isn’t really Glasya’s palace, Niamh knows that. Can’t get to Malbolge without going through five other Hells first, those are the rules—though if any devil was going to flout them for something as petty as meeting with a warlock, Glasya would. It’s why Niamh chose her in the first place: she doesn’t give a fuck.

It sure as shit feels like Glasya’s palace, though. She’s only visited it once, but once was enough. You don’t forget the feel of the place where the Princess of Hell plucked your soul from your body and replaced it with infernal magic.

Most warlocks, Niamh is aware, don’t get such a personal touch to their pact. The contact with one’s patron is usually a little less…intimate than she’s had with Glasya, though what she’s had with Glasya isn’t nearly as intimate as the dreams she knows the Princess has spied on. Not thinking about those dreams has been a struggle since she got here—ripped from her room through a portal of laughing fire—because the feeling of the Palace of Malbolge, whether it’s a facsimile or not, is so drenched in the feeling of Glasya. The Sixth Hell might be crafted from the flesh of its previous Archduke, but it’s Glasya who owns it, Glasya whose whim grants promotion and death to its devils.

And it’s Glasya who’s seated in front of her, with her feet in their pitch black, hellspike heels up on the bone-carved desk, slim bronze legs disappearing up into a dress that does so many incredible things to her already perfect body that Niamh is having something of a hard time concentrating.

Which is bad news, because she’s here to talk about her contract.

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Author's Notes: i just wanted to write a horny oneshot and now i have set myself up to write these two fucking incessantly in all kinds of scenarios because apparently my brain doesn’t know what the word ‘standalone story’ means. so. if i end up in a hole because of this at least i know i’m bringing you all down with me <3

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The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Eighteen (Finale)

Fri, 04 Apr 2025 10:34:19 GMT

The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Eighteen

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Love Confessions
Wordcount: 4485

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Emmyr didn’t have a shop as such. They worked instead out of the back room of the narrow, four-storey town house they shared with the rest of clan Lightfist, squeezed between two shorter residences at the north edge of the Trades Ward. Said clan was a loose collection of dwarves and halflings, all of whom frequented Kelran’s House—many having done so for nearly as long as Rizeth—and most of which plied a similar trade to Emmyr. Three of the clan, shirtless for the heat, were presently sprawled on the floor of the living area adjoining Emmyr’s workshop, engaged in a lively debate about the various merits of wyvern leather. Rizeth tuned them out.

“Alys sent her deepest apologies along with it,” Emmyr said, handing him the bit gag. “Shouldn’t be any problems with this one, not with one of my boys helping out.”

Rizeth cast two divinations this time, examining every last thread of magic set into the bar. He could find nothing wrong, but then he’d found nothing wrong the first time and look how that had turned out. Still, one did not look a gift gag in the mouth.

“She’ll get there,” Emmyr said quietly. “Give her time. She’s got big shoes to fill.”

Rizeth dropped the gag into his bag of holding. “You may send her my thanks.”

“Will do. Need anything else whilst you’re here? A leash and a paddle do not a full collection make.”

It was tempting. But he didn’t need a new collar, or new manacles, and Emmyr’s other main trade was in floggers, which Rizeth was not inclined to touch. The half-finished cat-o’-nine-tails on the workbench was a thing of beauty to be certain, but too many priestesses had wielded weapons too similar for it to appear anything other than an instrument of real torture to him.

“Another time,” he said. Emmyr shrugged.

“You know where I am.”

The sun was almost intolerably bright as it neared its zenith. Rizeth kept to the shade where he could on his way to the market; fruit, he wanted to get—strawberries were in season now, and he wanted Ashenivir to try them—and they were almost out of the ginger tea Ashenivir liked; and they needed eggs, and bread, and soap, and Goddess, he missed this already. Tomorrow was Midsummer. Almost a year gone from Mythen Thaelas, and that meant it was time to stop pretending and start making arrangements to go home.

He didn’t bother to haggle for the tea. Home didn’t make him think of Mythen Thaelas any longer. Home was the apartment, with his abandoned notes and Ashenivir’s mess of books. Home was a leash in the entryway and manacles on the bedframe, his cufflinks and Ashenivir’s hair ties on the nightstand; it was tangled sheets and sunlight glinting on the links of a collar, the mark beneath his hand and Ashenivir on his knees with hungry eyes and an eager smile.

Mythen Thaelas without him would never be home at all.

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The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Seventeen

Fri, 21 Mar 2025 10:14:55 GMT

The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Seventeen

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Impact Play, Rough Sex, Spanking
Wordcount: 3965

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Deep in the Trades Ward, the crush of the crowd and the early Flamerule heat had Ashenivir unpleasantly damp with sweat in a matter of minutes. Stallholders called from every side, whilst above, on the many balconies, a multitude of midday parties were already underway. He skipped sideways to avoid the headlong rush of a quartet of shrieking halfling boys and rubbed his ringing ears. Someone ought to tell the surfacers about sound baffles.

“If it’s your birthday, why are you getting him a gift?” River asked.

“I think it’s cute!” Mara said, half-skipping along at Ashenivir’s other side. “It’s ’cause you’re going to tell him, right?”

He avoided meeting her eyes. “I just want to thank him for the shrine.”

She and River groaned in unison.

“Why do you keep putting this off?” River shook his head. “What are you so scared of? You already told him about your changedance and everything was fine; why is this any different?”

“It…it just is.”

He’d told them both about the solstice—about all of it—and it hadn’t been nearly as awful as he’d expected. Though they’d both been as frustrated then as they were now that he’d backed out of telling Rizeth how he felt at the last second. Mara especially was furious that he’d ruined his chance to have a ‘perfect serial moment’, confessing at a dance in a moonlit grove. Ashenivir had pointed out that his life was not, in fact, a Varric Tethras novel, to which she’d replied that no, it wasn’t, because he was a coward.

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Author's Notes: you did okay, Ashenivir, you held out for a few weeks of pining there.

one chapter to go ahhh!! i can't believe it's nearly over.

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The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Sixteen

Wed, 05 Mar 2025 14:09:38 GMT

The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Sixteen

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: Lightly headcanon'd Eilistraeen celebration, Hand-job
Wordcount: 3994

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Ms Thorne shook her head with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Verin left about an hour ago.”

“It’s alright.” Ashenivir turned the bracelet over in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the V shaped charm. He’d woken up with it on his wrist without the slightest recollection of how it had ended up there. “I only wanted to return this.”

“I believe Miss Shemov is still here. She may know which way he was headed.”

“She’ll at least be around when he gets back,” Ashenivir said. “May I go in?”

“Of course. You might try the back porch; guests often take lunch there.”

Ashenivir thanked her and went through into the ballroom. Gods, he’d slept half the day away and his head still felt near to exploding—even the soft tap of his heels on the marble floor was too loud, and the wretchedly bright sunlight through the tall windows made his eye-sockets ache. He couldn’t find Mara on the porch, but one of the servants said she’d gone upstairs, which either meant she was in one of the guest rooms, or she’d be tied up—probably literally—in a playroom for the next few hours.

He paused at the foot of the staircase. The lower floor was one thing, but the playrooms without Rizeth? He had permission to be here—had asked, even hungover as he was, when he’d realised he had Verin’s bracelet, and Rizeth had told him again he didn’t need to.

He wasn’t going to stop asking.

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Bleed So Beautiful

Fri, 28 Feb 2025 10:42:40 GMT

Bleed So Beautiful

Story: Dark of the Moon
Rating: E
Warnings: Blood, Wound Fucking, Sexualised cutting
Relationship: Osinyra/Otienne
Tags: Knife Play, PWP, PIV Sex, Magic Cock, Light Monsterfucking, Osinyra has shapeshifted herself a cock for sex reasons
Wordcount: 1728

AO3 / Neocities

Summary: Osinyra enjoys bloodying her favourite princess. Her favourite princess rather enjoys it too. Written for febuwhump 2025, for the prompt ‘bleeding out’.

Author's Notes:more playing with my fucked up new dolls!

click for picrews!

Otienne:

Osinyra:

The delicate plucking of a koto rose from the music-box on Tienne’s nightstand. It was an imported Jhesk creation of teal sea-stone, with a carved slot where one could insert music papers marked with blessings of the Grand Script and have them play as if the musicians were right there in the room with you. Regrettably foreign but undeniably marvellous, precious and pretty in the soft pink glow of her bedroom lamps, its small form a mere shadow through the drapes enclosing her bed.

Music, light, shadow; all were dizzy, distant concepts to Tienne, meaningless in comparison to the blood that stained every rucked sheet beneath her lush curves.

“So brightly you bleed, princess,” Osinyra praised, as she slit a new, meandering line from the top of Tienne’s thigh to her hip. “So vibrant.”

“Do you not bleed the same?” Tienne asked. Her voice was weaker than she liked, but it couldn’t be helped. An hour beneath Osinyra’s loving blade had its price.

“I have no blood,” Osinyra said. “None save that which you give me.”

She pushed her finger into the wound, sending a stab of pain radiating through Tienne’s leg. The disruption of such intrusion sang wrongly in her flesh, but it was worth it to have the Moon King’s daughter inside her, hands stained with her blood. That she could die only heightened her enjoyment—what was any experience worth if there was no risk to it?

She hissed through her teeth as Osinyra worked her finger deeper. All it would take would be for her to wipe away the Grand Script she’d painted onto Tienne’s skin with the first spilling of her blood, and all she’d lost since would take its toll at once. She would bleed fast, not slow, this perfect stasis would end, and she’d be found by one of her servants—or perhaps dear Ihrone—in the morning, carved up and dead.

How perfectly scandalous.

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Author's Notes:'wait is her name Tienne or Otienne im confused?' well the thing is i did Shitty Linguistic Worldbuilding which is really hard to get across in an out of context weird porn fic but the gist is, that her name *is* Tienne, and the O is a royal feminine prefix. Thus anyone who isn't her immediate family or a close friend calls her Otienne, acknowledging she's a princess.

Osinyra's name actually works the same, but since she's a divine princess, there's no-one on the mortal world that's in the right social position to call her Sinyra. probably her sisters and father do, up on the Moon.

...i should write Osinyra/Moon Sister weird deity incest/pseduocest fic. that might be fun.

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Thief of Desire

Tue, 25 Feb 2025 15:11:41 GMT

Thief of Desire

Story: Dark of the Moon
Rating: E
Warnings: Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Groping
Relationship: Osinyra/Ihrone
Tags: F/F, Whump, PWP, Fingerfucking, Ruined Orgasm, Bound and Gagged, Light Monsterfucking
Wordcount: 1559

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Summary: Ihrone thought Otienne tying her up and leaving her in a cupboard was bad enough—and then Osinyra arrived. Written for febuwhump 2025, for the prompt ‘bound and gagged’

Author's Notes:this is mostly me playing around with some new dolls to see if i like their dynamic. anyway here’s some picrews:

click for picrews!

Ihrone:

Osinyra:

Ihrone didn’t know how long she’d been in the cupboard. Time came unspooled in the dark, her breath and erratic heartbeat the only measure she had of it passing. She’d managed to work herself upright since Otienne had discarded her here, bound and gagged and still tearfully trying to apologise for whatever it was she’d done. Her jaw ached around the knot of cloth crammed too deeply into her mouth to spit out, and the only scrap of fortune was that at least she hadn’t choked on it.

She shifted against the wall, trying in vain to ease the dull, throbbing ache in her shoulders. The knots binding her wrists were bound to the ones at her ankles with a third length of rope; long enough to let her kneel, short enough that she couldn’t straighten her arms. When—if—her princess decided to untie her, she was certain she’d not be able to stand. Which was almost certainly what Otienne wanted—to have her unbound and still unable to escape, as at her mercy as if she were in chains.

Tears came to her eyes again and she cursed them. A core of blame sat heavy in stomach as she sobbed into the gag, and she cursed that too. She’d done nothing. Otienne needed no reason to torment her. She did it simply because she could.

Footsteps in the corridor. Ihrone’s stomach dropped even as her heart leapt, and then both twisted into knots as the door slid open, revealing the form of her liberator.

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Author's Notes:so yeah, trying something new! let me know what you think of these two <3

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The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Fifteen

Fri, 21 Feb 2025 11:04:57 GMT

The Perils of Wanting - Chapter Fifteen

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons / Forgotten Realms
Rating: E
Warnings: None
Relationship: Ashenivir Zauvym/Rizeth Velkon’yss
Chapter Specific Tags: drunk!Ashenivir, Impact Play, Restraints
Wordcount: 5793

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“It was nothing you did,” Ashenivir said.

“But the way I approached you, I must have seemed so aggressive! I never wanted to pressure you.” Xalin looked as anxious as he felt as the two of them walked through the overgrown gardens of the Dancing Haven. Sunlight filtered through the trees, painting the lush greenery with dappled patterns.

“No, you were as welcoming as Eilistraee could want.” Ashenivir tapped nervous fingers on his thigh. “It was the ceremony.”

“The changedance?” Xalin frowned, then her voice sharpened. “You’re not one of those who think it unnatural, are you? Because—”

“Nothing like that,” he assured her. “It reminded me of some upset around my own, that’s all. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t worry about it,” Ashenivir said. “I just wanted to tell you I am grateful to you for inviting me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt comfortable in a shrine, but I think…I think I could be comfortable here.”

He wasn’t certain if it was true, even as he said it. He hoped it was—the Haven truly was a beautiful place.

Somewhere back inside the villa, someone started singing. Another voice caught on the song, then another and another until one of them substituted a rude word and the whole thing collapsed into laughter. Xalin took his arm.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. There are no ceremonies today—I can tell you when there are, if it would help?”

“It would, thank you.”

The sunlit quiet of rustling leaves, birdsong, and the faint hum of the city surrounded them, and some of the tension finally left his shoulders. It had been hard to make himself come back, but talking to Xalin made him happy he had. He glanced at her, small and smiling—she still reminded him of Nilaena. Or rather, Nilaena as she might be, without their mother’s hand crushing the light out of her. When he got home, he’d…he would…

He sighed under his breath. He had no idea what he’d do. For one thing, he didn’t want to go home. He wanted to stay here, with Rizeth—at least until he could work out a way to tell him how he felt. The moment they were back in Mythen Thaelas, he’d lose all chance to do that; probably he’d never see Rizeth again, knowing his mother. Hells, even if he came back married she’d find a way to take it from him.

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Author's Notes: the return of drunk!ashenivir! so he's handling his feelings extremely well and will definitely be able to suppress them forever just like Rizeth does!

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if you steal the master, don't forget to kill the dog

Tue, 18 Feb 2025 13:32:38 GMT

if you steal the master, don't forget to kill the dog

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Rating: M
Warnings: Dark Urge-typical violence, Impalement, Blood, Brief Torture
Relationship: Astarion/The Dark Urge
Tags: Original Male Character, Post-Game, Free Dark Urge, Spawn Astarion, Whump, Febuwhump 2025, making astarion the damsel in distress for fun and profit
Wordcount: 1916

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Summary: Astarion’s gotten himself into a spot of bother. No big deal, just a little light kidnapping and impalement, it’s fine. But whoever took him really didn’t think things through, because his current paramour is the former Chosen of Bhaal—and pissing Rune off is what one might call a profoundly bad idea. Written for febuwhump 2025, for the prompt ‘pinned down’.

Author's Notes: this was meant to be serious whump but Astarion refused to oblige me

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It was at times like this he missed being in a fully equipped adventuring party. Admittedly, when the small child they’d taken in to do the cooking and such had gotten kidnapped by Orin, it had taken a mumblety-excessive number of days to actually get around to rescuing her, so perhaps said party wasn’t actually as efficient as he remembered it being, but still; when one was being nailed to a wall with silver spikes, one’s recollections went a bit rose-tinted.

Then again, that might have been all the blood.

Astarion bit back a howl as the man who’d been hammering spikes into him for the past ten minutes brought the mallet down again. Six of the bastard things sizzled in his flesh, starting at his feet and working up. His wrists burned too, but that was from the silver-lined manacles that bound them above his head. Not to worry, though; he was sure they’d experience the same marvellous heights of torment as his lower half soon enough.

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Author's Notes: first time writing Astarion POV - he’s just a funny lil guy, it turns out!

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voiceless

Fri, 14 Feb 2025 11:36:26 GMT

voiceless

Fandom: Valloroth
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Relationship: Sorrow & Aspiration
Tags: Febuwhump 2025, pre-Valloroth, Hurt/Comfort, Loss of Speech, Fantasy Sign Langauge, Frustration, Backstory
Wordcount: 883

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Summary: A scene from early in Sorrow and Aspiration’s relationship, set in the time after she found him post-shattering and was helping him to recover. Written for febuwhump 2025, for the prompt ‘vocal chords’.

Author's Notes: During this period of time, Aspiration would actually have been going by a different name and pronouns, but for clarity’s sake I’m using her present-day name and pronouns.

She’d taken to calling him Fortune. Only in her own head, though—out loud and to everyone else, he was t’hiat. The guest. But she couldn’t help but think him fortunate; what else was it to survive the shattering of both his horns?

Aspiration ducked into the healer’s tent, a wooden tray of food in her hands. Shellfiend soup and roasted grubs; sliced purple yams and small yellow plums; ashnuts and smoked fish and her grandmother’s best flatbread. “Won’t get well if he doesn’t eat,” the old woman told her, piling plates and bowls high. “You see to it he eats.” And so she had, for all the good it did. Most days she came back with the tray untouched.

He was dozing at present, or something like it. Sprawled on the sleeping mat, a pile of blankets half-on, half-off his tall, emaciated form. The healer said his temperature wouldn’t settle, dragging him wildly between chills and fever, and nothing so far could steady it. Intuition was doing what she could, she and her apprentice both, but they’d never dealt with a shattered infernii before. All the stories said victims of such assault rarely survived, and if they did, they were forever altered—and such altering often stole their lives in the end.

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Author's Notes: Sorrow and Aspiration is one of my favourite friendships i’ve ever written i love them so much

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Obsession | to deserve your eyes

Tue, 11 Feb 2025 16:59:55 GMT

Obsession - to deserve your eyes

Fandom: Forgotten Realms / War of the Spider Queen
Rating: E
Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con, Bodily harm
Relationship: Vizaeth Xunhrae Thaezyr/Pharaun Mizzrym
Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, Toxic Relationship, Blood Magic, Oral Sex,
Wordcount: 5708

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Summary: Pharaun sent Vizaeth to commit a little light thievery—without giving him all the details. He really ought to know better by now than to toy with the one who owns his heart.

Something like serendipity is weaving Lolth’s web lately. The first strand: a careless warrior lumbering in from Melee Magthere last tenday and letting him overhear the password for the wards on Master Do’Urden’s door. The second strand: coming into possession of the knowledge that the mercenary Jarlaxle is visiting Sorcere tonight. And the third: Pharaun this morning, asking him to steal some mysterious powder of Nalfein’s.

“You’ll know it when you see it,” breathed into his ear when he asks for specifics, a hand shading too tight around his throat. “I only want a look at it.”

He chose to go. He could’ve said no, and though Pharaun can choke him, he can’t kill him; not with Vizaeth’s name carved over his heart. So Vizaeth kissed him back and made his lip bleed, waited until he was sure Nalfein would be gone from his quarters to greet his Bregan D’aerthe bedmate, then took his newly acquired password and slipped inside.

Nalfein’s rooms hold neither the heady scent of dragonsblood nor the sense of watchful presence that Pharaun’s do. Their softness remains as unsettling as ever; such gentleness is only the camouflage of a carnivorous plant Vizaeth has yet to provoke to feasting. He hurries to the apothecary closet and takes a quick inventory of the shelves. Nothing stands out as unusual, just ordinary components. Some a little pricey, but none he—or Pharaun—couldn’t find in Sorcere’s regular stores. Whatever this powder is, it must be something rare for Pharaun to want it without asking.

No, that’s not true. Vizaeth trails his fingers over the scratches and stains on Nalfein’s workbench. It could be perfectly ordinary and Pharaun would want it without asking. Asking gives the person you ask far too much power—they know what you want, and have the ability to deny you it. You make yourself a willing victim when you ask.

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Author's Notes: me: vizaeth you really need to start standing up for yourself--wait no, not like that!!!

(exactly like that. love this rotten little man)

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