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Dorian dreams about Bull and tries to take matters into his own hand in the morning. But his own hand isn't what he wants, not really. What he wants is across the courtyard, hopefully alone and willing to give Dorian what he needs.
Dorian huffs and raps his knuckles at the base of Bull’s horns. “Keep up! I’m asking you to be the sexual equivalent of a… cup of cocoa, or maybe a hard knock to the head, you gargantuan beast. Your incentive is that you get to fuck me harder until I pass out.”
"Hmmm. Feels to me like that’s still a favour to you.” Dorian feels Bull hiding his smile in the crease of Dorian’s thigh. It makes him feel generous, so he scratches where he knocked earlier. Bull actually moans in response.
“Let’s call it a mutual benefit, shall we? After all, I’m such a giving creature.”
“Seem to recall you only taking it so far.”
“And how,” Dorian agrees fervently, making Bull laugh, delight reverberating against his skin.
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26 Nov 2024
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The Last Will and Testament of Cazador Szarr by AbigailMoment
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
16 Dec 2024
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"First," said Gale. "Do not kill any thinking creatures in Waterdeep unless you must to protect yourself or you have my express permission."
As Gale spoke, he could feel the weight of his words sinking into the person sitting across from him. It was like casting a spell, but took no effort. Astarion had been staring hollowly into his goblet of blood, but at this he made a faintly interested noise. As if the rule were novel and he was considering the shape of it.
"Second, you will obey me in all things," said Gale. There didn't feel like there was any honest way of softening that. Astarion didn't make any sound at all.
"Third, do not leave the tower without permission." Astarion made another speculative noise, considering this one too. But then his shoulders hunched and his eyes skittered down, as if he didn't want to look at what was about to happen.
"Fourth," Gale said, and paused. He started with some context: "There is a tressym upstairs."
Astarion's head twitched. He looked up at Gale, blinking, startled. He had the air of someone who had been bracing for a blow and instead had just been handed a balloon animal.
"A what?" he asked.
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20 Nov 2024
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“When the Night’s King rides,” the giant said, each word slow as cold honey pouring, “the King in the North must answer. The King in the North…whose name is Stark.”
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17 Oct 2024
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Jihoon cleared his throat. With his eyes firmly fixed to his fingers on the keys, he said, “Tell them not to book me a room at a companion service.”
Seungcheol blinked out of his social media haze. “Because you found an alpha? That’s great.”
“Maybe.” Jihoon began examining his nails with all the obsessive attention of a student cramming for a test.
“Maybe?”
He picked at one of his cuticles. “Depends on if you say yes.”
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Too sensitive both physically and emotionally to bear the new company guidelines regarding heat leave, Jihoon turned to the gentlest alpha he knew.
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07 Sep 2024
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As he rounds the side of the house, taking a moment to admire the plain, albeit extensive grounds overlooking a sweeping view of the lake below, he becomes aware of the figure of a large, imposing looking man standing on the veranda, smoking a pipe.
An Alpha—Jihoon’s nose is quick to inform him, moments before his other senses go on high alert.
His first thought is to throw himself in the bushes and hide, but he quickly realises that is, one—beyond childish, and two, completely pointless, as there is no possibility the man has not seen him, or perhaps scented him in turn. Instead, he schools his nerves and continues down the path toward the front door, reminding himself that he has, after all, been invited.
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02 Sep 2024