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Sunday Snippet
Hello friends! Thank you to the lovely @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx for tagging me over the last week in WIP posts. I threw all my energy in to Gortash Week, but now that I've finished those pieces, I'm going to try to catch up on tag games and asks! (There, uh, will still be lots of Gortash, though.)
To repeat what I said a week ago: I am working on the third (and final) part of A House, A Home (tumblr version: Parts One and Two). There will be angst, there will be smut, there will be attempts to piece together fragmented memories of angst and smut. I took a break from it this past week, but I'm excited to dive back in.
So here's a snippet:
The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. She had a dagger in her hand, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”
I honestly don't know when people last posted, so I am going to re-tag @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx as well as @preciouslittlebhaalbae and @flamemittens! Share your WIPs with the world (if you'd like)!
*chefs kiss* Your work is phenomenal as always 🫂
I may do a wip tomorrow... it's hella sad... does anyone want to cry with me????? 🥹💔
Sunday Snippet
Hello friends! Thank you to the lovely @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx for tagging me over the last week in WIP posts. I threw all my energy in to Gortash Week, but now that I've finished those pieces, I'm going to try to catch up on tag games and asks! (There, uh, will still be lots of Gortash, though.)
To repeat what I said a week ago: I am working on the third (and final) part of A House, A Home (tumblr version: Parts One and Two). There will be angst, there will be smut, there will be attempts to piece together fragmented memories of angst and smut. I took a break from it this past week, but I'm excited to dive back in.
So here's a snippet:
The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. She had a dagger in her hand, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”
I honestly don't know when people last posted, so I am going to re-tag @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx as well as @preciouslittlebhaalbae and @flamemittens! Share your WIPs with the world (if you'd like)!
WIP Wednesday
Thank you thank you to @khywren, @xxnashiraxx, @inkymoonbunny, @verbenaa, and @aliasknives for tagging me for WIP Wednesday! I am so appreciative of your tags, and I can't believe I have my act together enough to post on Wednesday for once!
Look, I'm going to be honest: it was hard to pick a section to post because most of my WIP right now is smut. A lot of smut. I am vowing to finish A House, A Home this weekend!! I WILL finish the smut, and I'll throw in more emotional damage as a bonus.
Sooo here's a snippet plucked from the smut:
Enver sighed, and his hands stirred. His right hand remained atop her head but shifted so his thumb idly rubbed against her horn while the metal claws on his other fingers could scrape ever-so-lightly against her scalp. His left hand brushed her cheek and then stroked her neck. Ta’av glanced up at him as she moved back and forth. Her tyrant practically itched to seize control by tightening his grip on her horns, her hair, or her throat. But he restrained himself, barely. She might have teased him, in any other circumstances; instead, she took it as a challenge.
Tagging @defira85, @bhaalbabebardlock, @ladyduellist, and @bakuliwrites if you have anything you'd like to share!
Sunday Snippet!
Thank you to the lovely people who have tagged me in snippets/WIPs lately: @verbenaa, @xxnashiraxx, and @ladyduellist. Apologies if anyone else has tagged me and I missed it! I just got back from vacation and may have missed a bunch of things.
So... Bhaal-induced sex pollen/breeding kink, anyone? This concept sunk its claws into me, even though this was not at all what I planned to write next. So here's some Ta'av/Enver (AO3 series here), pre-tadpole (!), circa 1490 DR, Bhaal-induced sex pollen/breeding kink.
She focused on him and inhaled deeply, straightening her spine. His own gaze darkened as he looked at her. She was his ally, his partner, his lover. His fellow Chosen, his Bhaalspawn. His. Still, Enver watched warily as she moved towards him. He took one look at her eyes and clicked his tongue in a scolding manner. Her golden irises were nearly eclipsed by the dark expanse of her pupils. "Ta'av, darling," he began with an edge to his voice, "what could possibly be so urgent as to interrupt my work? If you need to kill, the entire city is at your feet." “I don’t need to kill.” The tiefling stepped up to him, her attention falling to his lips, then his neck, then his chest, and she seized the lapel of his shirt. Finally, her eyes swept upwards to meet his. “I need you.” “As delighted as I am to hear it, I am busy,” he said flatly. He folded the edges of her cloak back and over her shoulders, intent on preventing his clothes from getting wet. She wore a dark purple robe over her typical black leather armor, and he frowned momentarily; she rarely wore her clergy robes outside of the temple. “Now, be a dear, and go kill something,” he added. "No,” Ta’av said vehemently. "I need you, now." She pressed herself against him and rolled her hips into his for emphasis. One of her hands flattened against his chest, and her touch was hot against his skin. Her other hand drifted down to tug impatiently at the top of his trousers. Enver raised his eyebrows, regarding her coolly even as heat rushed to his groin. The way she licked her lips and bucked against him made the prospect tempting. Still, the essential tasks and moving pieces of their great plan were ever multiplying. He needed to maintain an iron grip on each and every variable. No variable was as unpredictable or vexing as the enchanting creature currently writhing against him. "You'll have to wait your turn, my dear. I'm afraid your desires cannot take precedence today." He felt her nimble fingers beginning to undo the laces of his trousers, and he caught her wrist. With a sardonic smile, he maneuvered her hand to rest against the apex of her legs, his larger hand pressing hers into her leather leggings. "I have the utmost faith in your ability to entertain yourself." Ta’av was shaking her head before he finished speaking. "No. No. That's not enough; it has to be you," she insisted. She managed to slip her hand out of his grasp, and Enver inhaled sharply as she grinded down against his hand.
Throwing it back to @verbenaa, @xxnashiraxx, and @ladyduellist because it's been a while since I was tagged, and also @defira85, @bakuliwrites, and @aliasknives if you want to play! xoxo
WIP Whenever!
Thank you for tagging me @khywren !!! 🖤🩷🖤🩷
I have some more crumbs for Chapter 8 of With Stars to Fill My Dream, coming out Sunday!
This is the more fun, less anger fueled section of the chapter. Heavy emphasis on the word fun! (Fun fact, long ago I posted a snippet of this exact passage, but much has changed since then!)
Rather than being able to hear and see his thoughts manifest, his vampiric connection threads their emotions together like a silken tapestry of color. A pretty blend of red, orange, and green blooms like fireworks against a dark sky, dazzling behind her eyelids. She isn’t sure if it’s him, or her, or the both of them, but god it’s beautiful. It courses through her until the tingling starts, cruising up and down her nervous system to burn her core and singe her fingertips. She’s never felt a desire this intense, not even on her own. It’s all-consuming, raging like a fire where before she’d been submerged in ice.
As her tears start to dry on her cheeks, she slips a hand from covering her mouth to instead tentatively thread through his curls. His hair is soft, cool like lace as it tickles her knuckles. He doesn’t seem to mind, and she gently scrapes her nails over his scalp, earning a thrust of his hips. She gasps and her vision sparks, his hands moving to her waist to clench tightly as she bites back a crude moan. The usual voice of reason in her head is being uncharacteristically silent, and she can’t help but yield to instinct in its place.
The fingers of her other hand move up to his neck, softly pressing her palm over his Adam's apple, and she’s lulled into a trance by the rhythmic bobbing of every swallow. She can’t see his face, but she can feel a smile in the shape of his lips on her skin and it burns her cheeks, making her shiver and sigh into the night air
My people! I am tagging you again, and I'm sorry if it's twice. Please ignore if so!
@preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @justabiteofspite @sashitf