Reyes Vidal & fReyder & Connor RK800 – A5 Print + Mini Card Giveaway

blacksheep33512:

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Here are the details of the prizes:

  • I will pick 5 winners
  • Winner #1 will get an A5 Print OR a whole set of mini cards – 8 in total (you can always buy my prints later on! XD) I will throw in a sticker for ya, your choice!
  • Winner #2 will also get an A5 print OR you can choose 5 mini cards! (buy my prints and mini cards later on okay? they are very nicely printed! LOL) I will also throw in a sticker for you, again, your choice!
  • Winner #3 will also get an A5 print OR you can pick 3 mini cards.  I will also throw in a sticker for you, again, your choice!
  • Winner #4 – you will get 2 mini cards + a sticker, your choice!
  • Winner #5 – you will get 2 mini cards + a sticker, your choice!
  • The winners will make their pick in the same order as stated above. I only have limited stock for now, so I can’t guarantee the first choice. Yet. 🙂 
  • (note: A5 print G & H only has 2 copies)

Here are the rules:

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  • Please respond within 48 hours if you are picked! I will send you a private message and make a post. I will pick a new winner if you don’t respond within the time frame.
  • The giveaway ends on Tuesday the 31th July 2018 at 6pm GMT +10 (this is Melbourne Australia Time) Here’s a a time converter for you.

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Fuuun!!!

dreadwolfiscoming:

please-pet-the-dread-wolf:

You know what I find really hurtful about Solavellan? That fact that when Lavellan reaches out to him in sadness, he wards her off as though his life depends on it.

Even when she is no longer reaching for him, he is guarding himself against her sadness.

But he does nothing to guard himself from her anger.

The most he does is windmill his arms the very first time she shoves him, and after that he just sticks a leg out to brace himself. But he allows her to shove him. Again and again.

He takes her physical attack with nothing but a sad expression.

But her sadness causes him to put up a panicked guard.

Basically, Solas is more afraid of allowing her to touch him in sadness than he is of allowing her to strike him in anger. I firmly believe his resolve would’ve broken if she had managed to grab him. here come the tears

Source: please-pet-the-dread-wolf

Words are wind, but so are hurricanes and tornadoes. You never know when your zephyr of advice will push a powerful change later.

@makocartwheels, one of the most intelligent and incredible women I know. Thank you, my love, for always reminding me that my voice means something. I promise I’ll try and remember. 

Another erotic ask: 147 for Nil/Aloy?

Yes ma’am! I even have a photo to go with this one, to set the scene – it takes place in Ourea’s retreat in The Frozen Wilds, so I thought some context might help for anyone who hasn’t done the DLC. (Photo posted with permission from my insanely talented friend Bchan.)

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Prompt #147: Glow in the Dark

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Nil scratched the back of his head sleepily as he sauntered along the short corridor toward the main room of Ourea’s retreat. He assumed Suntress had gone for an early morning hunt, but as he turned the corner into the main room, he was surprised to find her there.

She was practicing her spearwork on the short platform where the machine mind CYAN usually floated. Her feet were bare, and she wore only her thick Banuk leggings and her cropped blue blouse.

Nil narrowed his eyes as he watched her spinning and jabbing. Her movements were smooth and graceful as always, but her gaze seemed to catch on random points in the air, and he wasn’t sure why.

He tapped his Focus, and instantly he understood: the platform under her feet was blazing with columns of azure light. Brilliant luminescent threads spanned from floor to ceiling, delicate bursts of blue brilliance dancing along the length of the lambent columns like beads on a thread. Suntress dodged and weaved between these columns of light, her gaze catching on each column as she swung and stabbed her spear with exquisite skill.

He leaned back against the wall and watched her graceful spins and strikes. Suntress would say she didn’t dance, but Nil begged to differ: there might not be any music playing, but music would ruin this sight. The only tune she listened to was the calling of her warrior’s heart. It was the only rhythm she required to dance in perfect time.

His heart began to race as he watched her. She glowed in the dark, the gentle lights of the orbicular door access shining on her sweat-dewed skin, her hair flashing with fire and her teeth bared as she spun and whirled in a constant stream of movement. The beat she moved to was in her mind, but Nil almost fancied he could hear it too: it was the call of his heart’s desire, a throbbing rhythm in his ears, his belly, his cock.

He pushed off the wall and strolled toward the platform. Suntress was so focused that she didn’t see him coming, and when she swung her spear unknowingly at his face, he smoothly dodged the accidental assault and stepped close to pull her firmly against his chest.

She gasped with shock and instinctively tensed, then relaxed against him. “Nil!” She released a breathless laugh, then poked his chest in rebuke. “I could have stabbed you. You should keep your distance.”

“Distance from you? That would be the true assault. There’s no better way to stab me in my blackened heart.” He slid his hand slowly over her bare waist to cup her ass.

She huffed in amusement as he pulled her groin against the hardness of his cock. “Uh-huh. Breaking out the smooth words so early in the morning,” she quipped. “I don’t know how you manage it.”

Her words were a teasing rebuke, but Nil didn’t mind; her left hand roamed over his bare chest, followed closely by her green-and-gold gaze, and he smirked with satisfaction at her distraction.

“I think you’re finished practicing for the day,” he said. He lifted her with one arm around her waist, then kneeled and lay her on her back beneath him.

She inhaled sharply as his fingers crept along her ribs to the edge of her cropped blouse. “Nil! Not here,” she panted.

He brushed his lips across the smooth skin of her belly. “Why?” he grumbled. Her hips were lifting already, her ribs rising and falling as sharply as her breaths. The blue light of this platform complemented her perfectly, a cool glow that shimmered across the warmth of her features, and the picture she presented was so perfect that Nil couldn’t see a good reason to stop this tide.

He trailed his tongue in a delicate line beneath her navel, and she arched into his touch even as she gently pushed his face away. “This is CYAN’s spot,” she explained breathlessly. “We can’t do this here. It’s rude.”

“Did you wish to speak with me, Aloy?” The machine mind’s cool voice suddenly filled the room, and Nil scowled as Suntress scrambled out from beneath him to face the sudden appearance of CYAN’s glowing blue form.

“CYAN!” she blurted. “No no, you can keep working. We were just-”

“You were in the midst of a sexual encounter. I recognized your pose from the novels that Dr. Sandoval suggested I read. I understand that humans prefer privacy for moments such as this. Am I interrupting?”

“Yes,” Nil said, and Suntress elbowed him hard. “No,” she said firmly as she shot him a glare. “You stay here, CYAN. I’m finished training anyway. We’ll take this, um, this encounter elsewhere.” Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed Nil’s wrist and pulled him back toward the small chamber where they slept. He followed her without complaint; if he couldn’t have her in the main room, then he would definitely have her in their private room.  

As soon as they reached their chamber, she released his hand and folded her arms with a scowl. “Well, that was embarrassing. Thanks for that.”

Nil smiled and shrugged. He gently tugged at her arms until they dropped to her sides, then ran his thumbs soothingly over her waist. “Your embarrassment is a waste, Suntress. The machine mind understands. There’s power in this storm, and there’s no point fighting it.”

Her stern expression melted into a reluctant smile as he pulled her against him, and she slid her palms over his arms. “You think you can just talk your way out of anything, don’t you?”

“My golden tongue hasn’t failed me yet,” he replied. “Though it seems you need a reminder of how effective my tongue can be.”

Suntress threw her head back and laughed. “All-Mother’s mercy, Nil. What do I even say to that?”

For the second time that morning, he lifted her up and lay her back on their pallet of furs. “Say yes,” he purred against her ear. “I know you want to.”

Her shallow breaths ghosted across his cheek as he sat back on his knees. He trailed his fingers teasingly along her waistband as he waited for her response. Finally she tilted her head back in exasperation and lifted her hips entreatingly. “Fine, yes, okay? Yes. You win. I want you. Are you happy now?”

He shot her a feral smile. “Not yet. But I will be. And so will you.” With no further preamble, he dragged her leggings off and pushed her thighs apart.

She gasped in anticipation as he lowered his face toward her groin, but he hesitated as his gaze fell across her body. The Banuk torches in their small chamber gave off the same turquoise glow as CYAN’s platform, and he couldn’t help but admire the shape of her body in the ghostly light. Even in the cool hue of the torchlight, his Suntress glowed with warmth.

She was also impatient. She twisted her hips toward him, instantly pulling his attention back to the apex of her thighs. “Well?” she demanded. “Don’t you have some reminding to do?”

Nil smirked at her wanton greed, then graced her pussy with an equally greedy open-mouthed kiss. He didn’t bother to tease her today with a gentle lapping touch; if Suntress wanted proof of what his tongue could do, he was going to give it.

He swept his tongue along the length of her cleft, lapping up her sweet-and-salty musk before shifting his attention to her tender clit. His lips and tongue worked in tandem, licking and caressing with unerring focus until she grabbed his hair in her fists and arched her back in orgasm.

She was still shuddering in climax when he sat back on his heels to loosen the laces of his pants. He shoved his pants away, then surged forward and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. “Is that proof enough for you?” he growled.

Her hazel eyes glowed with heat and mischief as she smiled. “It’ll do for now,” she panted. “Though I might need another reminder later.”

Nil chuckled. She was so fucking hungry, and he loved it. “Later,” he agreed, then slid into her sleek heat with one hard stroke.

Her nails dug into his arms as they gasped together. She arched her back and lifted her hips in a wordless plea, and Nil wasted no time fulfilling her demand. He fucked her hard and deep until she was gasping for air, and the tightness of her exquisite heat enveloped him with such ecstasy that breathing almost seemed a waste of his body’s focus. Suntress bucked and surged beneath him, a barely leashed tempest of demand and desire, and Nil grasped her hair in his fist and slammed into the cradle of her hips until she screamed his name. She arched viciously beneath him, and the roaring of his climax finally tore through him, stealing the last gasping breath of air from his lungs.

He gently slid her leg from his shoulder and dropped his head against her neck in exhaustion. Suntress wrapped one lazy arm around his shoulders, and Nil smirked as her tired laughter vibrated through her collarbone and into his cheek.

“Consider me convinced,” she said. She stretched her arms over her head and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I should forget about your so-called ‘golden tongue’ more often.”

Nil hummed in amusement and nipped the side of her neck. Suntress could feign ignorance all she wanted. He would always be more than happy to remind her.

Thank you for the ask, @makocartwheels! xoxoxox!!

Hi new friend! For the July smut prompts: caught masturbating for Blackwall/Arya?

Ayyy thanks for the ask @ma-sulevin! Always happy for my beardy Baewall to get some lovin’! 😉

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Blackwall watches Arya’s slender hips with besotted appreciation as she strolls toward the stairs. “I’ll be back shortly,” she calls over her shoulder.

The door to her quarters makes a sonorous thunk as it closes, and Blackwall stretches luxuriously in the Inquisitor’s ridiculous Orlesian bed. Arya insists on using the common baths even though Josephine offered her a tub of her own. Blackwall appreciates his elven lover’s principles, but a selfish little part of his mind sometimes wishes she had a bath of her own. They could spend more time together if she could bathe up here.

An enticing image floats across his sleepy mind: a porcelain tub in the middle of the bedroom. His Arya, barefoot and bare-skinned, her dressing gown floating from her fingers to the floor as she steps into the tub. Those slender, callused archer’s fingers stroking the skin of her neck as she lathers up…

His morning wood twitches with interest, and he reaches under the covers and runs his palm along the length of his rigid shaft to calm his rising libido. Arya has been run ragged all week making plans with her advisors, and Blackwall hasn’t wanted to push his luck by seeking her attention in the mornings. She’s got enough on her plate already without his monstrous appetite to contend with.

Unfortunately, his stroking palm has the opposite of its intended effect. As he smoothes his hand along the length of his manhood, the errant hint of fantasy suddenly takes flight. He can see her clearly in his mind’s eye, her soapy hands sliding down over the peaks of her breasts and the sloping planes of her belly, her neck arching back as her fingers aim sharp and true to the heart of her pleasure, her lips parting as she gasps his name…

Blackwall inhales deeply as he grasps his shaft and tugs. He imagines her parted knees, her teeth nipping the edge of her plump lip as she pleasures herself. The friction of his palm against his cock is both soothing and dissatisfying; it’s Arya that he wants, her smooth and slippery heat and her slender weight across his lap, but he can’t ask this of her right now. She’s too busy to spare more time for him. The stroke of his own heated palm will have to do.

He pumps his fist along the length of his cock with increasing ardour as his fantasy Arya arches her back and spreads her legs wider. He tightens his grip and imagines the tightness of her heavenly pussy. His eager hips are lifting of their own accord, lifting into the pleasure of his own hand, and a light sweat breaks across his forehead as he thinks of her curves and her planes, the sharpness of her voice as she comes-

“What’s going on here?”

Blackwall jolts in startlement. He snaps his eyes open to find Arya there, her eyebrows lifted and a broad smile on her face.

He whips his hand away from his cock and hastily sits up on one elbow. “I was just – I – why are you back so soon?” he stammers. He can feel the blood rising to his cheeks, and he’s never been more grateful for his sodding beard. It might be able to hide some of his humiliation.

“I forgot my towel,” she replies. “And I have to say, I’m glad I did.” She steps closer to the bed, then slowly peels the blanket back to uncover his shamefully throbbing cock. Her heated gaze traces lazily over his body, and a fresh flare of perverse desire steals his breath, even as he feels increasingly embarrassed by being caught in the act.

To his surprise, she shifts onto the bed to kneel between his knees and smirks. “Well?” she chirps. “Don’t stop on my account.”

He frowns in consternation and tries to ignore the eager clamouring of his cock. Her arms are folded across her chest, and she looks rather… well, businesslike. “You’re just going to… watch?” he says uncertainly.

Her smirk widens into a saucy smile, and she shrugs. One sleeve of her dressing gown slips off her shoulder, revealing the delicate line of her collarbone. “I might join in. If I feel like it.”

Blackwall swallows hard. Her dressing gown is thick velvet and cotton, but he can still tell that her back is slightly arched. He can feel the subtle shifting of the mattress as she slowly slides her knees apart. Her posture is authoritative and her smile cheeky, but he can detect these tiny signals of her desire, and they’re more than enough to tip his mood from embarrassment back to excitement.

He reaches between his legs and grasps his shaft, and Arya’s impudent expression instantly melts into carnal interest. He watches her carefully as he strokes the length of his cock. Her amethyst eyes glitter with heat as she stares fixedly at his hand. Her lips flush from light pink to a deep rosy glow as she nibbles them unconsciously.

He slides his fist along his length in an increasingly rapid rhythm, then slowly lifts his hips toward her. The rising of his hips is a wordless language she understands well; she swiftly shucks off her dressing gown, then slides her fingers into her smallclothes.

Blackwall pants with increasing urgency as he watches the hidden movement of her hand. This is both better and worse than his fantasy: she’s here in front of him, her golden skin shifting as she arches into her fingers and her eyes hot and heavy on his face, but her smallclothes are a tiny offense. He wants them off. He wants to see.

Through the rising of his pleasure, he finds the breath to speak. “Please, my lady – take those off,” he begs. “I want to see you.”

She smiles wickedly despite the flushing of her cheeks. “Now who’s the one who’s watching?” she teases, but she cedes to his request. She pulls her smalls off and tosses them aside, then kneels between his thighs again and spreads her legs.

He stares at the apex of her legs with unabashed ardency as she strokes a delicate finger between her chestnut curls. Her swollen bud is plump and eager, peeking out coyly from its hood like it’s begging to be touched, and he watches attentively as she runs two fingers carefully along the edges of her clit.

Blackwall’s lust surges higher still as he realizes what she’s doing: she’s teasing herself with a delicate touch. He knows her lustful face well, and he sees the desperation there as she tortures herself with a slow and sinuous stroke. He doesn’t have the same discipline; the sight of her straining body is like tinder to a flame, and his zealously pumping fist is a gentle spark. He strokes himself harder and faster, throwing sparks on the fuel of Arya Lavellan’s lustful arching, her trembling belly and her gasping breaths, the taut column of her neck-

Suddenly she throws her head back and cries out in delight, her fingers swirling between her legs in a furious caress, and Blackwall explodes with all the fury of a vial of Antivan fire. He slams his head back into the pillow and groans as his pleasure makes itself evident in hot spurts across his belly.

He heaves a huge sigh of satisfaction, then gasps as Arya suddenly leans forward and licks his seed from his belly with a firm stroke of her tongue. Goosebumps ripple across his skin, pulling a fresh thread of desire in their wake, and he slips his fingers gently into her pixie-short hair. “You don’t need to do that,” he says breathlessly.

Arya smiles lasciviously and straddles his hips. She braces her palms on his pecs and smiles down at him. “I do whatever I like,” she purrs. “And you know what I’d really like?” She leans down slowly until her breasts are pressed against his chest, then brushes his ear with her lips. “I’d like a second round. And this time, your cock is mine.”

Her words strike him in the belly like a spear of lust, and he inhales sharply. “Yes, my lady,” he says eagerly. “I’m yours to command.”

He feels her smile against his cheek as he slides his hand over her hip and between her legs. A fantasy of Arya will suffice when her duties keep her bound and tied, but no dreamlike image will ever compete with the joy of his Dalish lover’s undivided attention.

nsfw ask 221 ‚Let’s Get this Over With‘ for Aria please <3

Hey there friend! Here’s your prompt fill – I hope you enjoy! Let it be known that this one was challenging for me to figure out what to do – I hope it doesn’t disappoint! 

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See this post for two more Reyes Vidal/Aria T’Loak prompt fills.

Reyes grits his teeth as he kneels on the floor, his hands on his knees as he waits for her touch. “All right, I’m ready,” he says. “Let’s get this over with.”

Aria sighs boredly behind him. “Remind me not to come over here when Mordin’s clinic is closed. This is tedious.” Her cool, slender fingers touch his back, and he flinches.

She huffs in disgust and kicks his foot. “Stay still, for fuck’s sake. Unless a nice crooked scar is what you were hoping for.” Reyes clenches his jaw as she dabs a cloth on his back – to mop up some more blood, probably – then her fingers press more firmly into his skin.

A sudden piercing pain lances across his skin, and Reyes’ teeth grind together as he forces himself not to react. He hears another soft huff from Aria – approval this time, maybe, though he can’t be sure – and he forces himself to breathe evenly as the pirate queen stitches up the bleeding gash that she inflicted on him a few minutes ago.   

An intolerable ten minutes later, she sighs softly, and he hears the creaking leather of his easy chair as she sits back. “There. You’re all patched up. You’re welcome,” she says.

Reyes snorts indelicately. He’s only wounded because of her. He doesn’t bother to ask how the wound looks; he’s certain she’s done a good job of stitching it up. She is almost a thousand years old, after all. She only sends him to Mordin to treat all his other minor sex-related injuries because she can’t be bothered to patch him up herself.

Suddenly he gasps in surprise as she leans forward and bites the back of his neck. He jerks away and rubs his neck as he turns on his knees to face her. “What the hell, Aria?”

She crosses her legs and smirks vindictively at him. “Just trying to help. They say that causing pain in one area of the body can detract from pain in another.”

“Sure, but you’re just causing more pain across my fucking back,” Reyes complains.

Aria slowly unfolds her legs and rises to her feet. She lifts one foot and pushes the ball of her foot into his shoulder until he’s forced to sit back. “Are you asking me to hurt some other part of you instead?” she says smoothly. Her foot slides gracefully from his shoulder over his chest and down to the edge of his trousers, her toes smoothing teasingly over his crotch before returning to the floor.

He slides one palm up along her shin and around the curve of her calf. His cock is already unfurling with interest as he gazes up at the smooth length of her naked body. He shouldn’t be horny again – they just finished fucking, and she really scratched him hard this time – but his traitorous body sings in response to her bare amethyst-tinted skin.

She lowers herself onto his lap in a smooth and sinuous motion, her tantalizing heat hovering over his bulging crotch as she reaches down to tug at his trousers. Before Reyes can do anything but lean back slightly to give her better access, she leans in and bites his earlobe.

He grunts in annoyance and jerks his head away. “Stop biting me, woman,” he complains, but her mouth is trailing along his neck in a tangle of tongue and teeth, and he tilts his head without thinking to give her better access.

She huffs in disdain against his skin, then slaps the side of his thigh. He takes the wordless cue and lifts his hips so she can drag his loosened trousers down to his knees. As soon as his erection springs free, she braces herself with one hand on his shoulder and undulates against his cock.

She’s hot and wet and heavenly, and Reyes groans as he grasps the curves of her hips. Her lips are against his ear again, but this time with a whisper instead of a bite. “You really want me to stop?” she says.

She slides against his cock again, her body lapping against his likes gentle waves on the shore, and he growls with frustration. “No,” he finally admits. “I want more of this.”

“Of course you do, you greedy child,” she taunts, then all at once he’s inside of her. He gasps, his nails digging into her hips as she rides him hard. She rolls against him, her breasts bobbing in his face, and he takes her nipple in his mouth. He bites the pearl of her nipple in punishment, but she only gasps and pulls his face closer to her chest as she fucks him all the harder.

Reyes gasps for breath as he lifts his hips to meet her fast and furious rhythm. Their skin slaps together, and he can taste the salty sweetness of her sweat at the back of his tongue. Her nails bite into his shoulders, and it feels so fucking good. He grabs her crest and pulls her head back, and she groans as he drags his teeth along the length of her throat.

She braces her hands on his knees and jerks her hips against his with wanton abandon, and Reyes stares deliriously at the arch of her belly. Smooth flat skin, her breasts jumping with the force of their fucking, her knees must be hurting from rubbing on the carpet but she doesn’t seem to care, both of them totally lost in the pleasure of this moment-

Suddenly she leans forward and grabs his face, then kisses him hard. Her tongue thrusts into his mouth, and he groans against her lips as his orgasm explodes. Ecstasy blinds him for a moment, his ears ringing and pounding with the beat of his own heart, and he vaguely hears her gasp as he bites her tongue.

He comes back to himself and realizes that she’s draped across his chest, her forehead resting in the crook of his neck as she gasps for breath. His fingers are still gripping her crest. He releases her, and she immediately rolls off of his lap and strolls into his bathroom.

“Pour a drink before I go,” she calls, and Reyes can only nod. When he no longer feels dizzy, he rises to his feet and pours a double of whiskey for them to share. Aria doesn’t like having a drink of her own, for fear that it means he wants her to stay. Truth be told, Reyes is rather looking forward to her departure tonight. Her near-nightly visits are like a thunderstorm: beautiful to behold, but always edged with that fear that this will be the time he gets struck down.

She emerges from the bathroom fully dressed, then drinks half the whiskey in a single gulp as she always does. She glances at him carelessly over her shoulder like she always does. “Afterlife at 0800 sharp tomorrow,” she says. Then she’s gone.

Reyes waits until the lock clicks into place, then collapses onto his bed in total exhaustion. He’s got a good life here on Omega: a surplus of credits, a satisfying job, a handful of people he might almost call friends to spend the evenings with, and long nights filled with Aria’s glowing orchid skin as she fucks him deep into the early hours of the morning.

It’s a good life, he thinks. If only it didn’t involve so much pain.

Thanks for the prompt, @bronzeagelove!! 

Can I ask with prompts 218 and 233 for Reyes/Aria please 😌

Ayyyy MY MAIN ARIA/REYES SUPPORTER! Here are your prompt fills, my queen! 

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Prompt#1: On Duty

“Reyes, get back here now.”

Reyes lifted one nonplussed eyebrow as he glanced around Omega’s bustling market. “I’m the only one posted in this quadrant right now, Aria. Are you sure-”

“Now. I won’t ask again.” She ended the call without another word in true Aria fashion, and Reyes sighed as he lowered his arm. He leaned against the wall looking idle for another long moment as he considered what to do next.

He instinctively didn’t trust her command at face value. Knowing Aria, this could be a test; it was entirely possible that she was simply trying to make sure he wouldn’t leave his post. But overtly disobeying a direct order from the Queen of Omega was a sure way to glean punishment later – and not the pleasurable kind.

Reyes sighed again, then surreptitiously stuck a tiny surveillance bug to the wall before setting off to meet Aria at Afterlife. If she was just trying to test him, at least he’d be able to look over the recordings later.

Fifteen minutes later, the door to Aria’s private office slid open to reveal the asari’s stern face. “You certainly took your time,” she said by way of greeting, then retreated into the office.

Reyes stepped inside and clasped his hands behind his back. “What’s the problem?” he asked. Her manner was as curt and businesslike as usual, and Reyes was relieved that he’d chosen to follow her command to return to the club.

Aria sat at the edge of the smooth curved desk that lined her wall of monitors, and Reyes frowned slightly. It wasn’t like her to sit on the desk. At least not unless they were…

Oh. Suddenly he realized why she’d called him back, and instantly felt stupid for not figuring it out earlier. He watched dumbly as she shucked off her jacket and unclasped the straps on her bodysuit with brisk efficiency, then finally found his tongue again. “Couldn’t wait until the end of my shift, could you?” he purred. “I’m irresistible, I know.”

She shot him a filthy look, then shoved her bodysuit off and kicked it aside before sitting on the desk. “You should really watch that clever tongue, smuggler,” she warned. “Get over here and put it to better use. I quite enjoyed that little trick you did last night.” She arched her back slightly and spread her legs.

Her pussy was already slick with arousal, and Reyes’ gaze was helplessly drawn to the alluring sight. Without hesitation, he strode toward her and sat in her office chair, then pushed her thighs apart and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh.

Her sharp intake of breath was his first reward, and her sweet-and-salty musk on his tongue was a close second. He swirled the tip of his tongue slowly around her clit, then laved the length of her cleft with long, slow strokes.

A jolt of pain rippled across his scalp as Aria fisted her hand in his hair. “That thing you did last night,” she gasped. “Do that.”

He smirked against the smooth orchid skin of her inner thigh. The thing she spoke of was a simple technique, but knowing Aria’s penchant for hard-and-rough, it was possible she’d never permitted her other lovers to give the kind of touch he’d meted out the previous evening.

He finally gave in to her command: he pulled back and brushed her tender clit ever-so-lightly with his lower lip, then graced her plump folds with a series of terribly gentle kisses – the kind of kiss she would never permit to touch her lips.

As he continued the torturously gentle tasting of her exquisite pussy, her fingers tightened in his hair, her thighs trembling against his face as she panted with increasingly sharp breaths. Finally she bucked against his face and arched her back viciously. “Now, Reyes!”

Her command was a sharp and desperate cry, and he obediently slid two fingers into her silken heat and firmly stroked his tongue across her achingly swollen clit.

Aria cried out with uninhibited pleasure, her inner walls contracting against his coaxing fingers, and Reyes continued to lavish her pussy with long, firm strokes of his tongue until her spasming body grew still. As soon as she was finished, she slid off the table and picked up her bodysuit.

Reyes leaned back in the chair and watched complacently as she pulled her clothes back on. Her fingers trembled slightly as she buckled up her bodysuit, and when she finally made eye contact with him again, he couldn’t be bothered to hide his satisfied smirk.

Aria scowled at him. She reached out and wiped a bit of her own arousal from his chin with her thumb. “You’re a mess,” she informed him briskly as she licked her thumb. “Go wash your face, then get back to the market. I’m docking your pay for leaving your post.”

Reyes groaned. He wasn’t really surprised – this was a classic power move on her part, after all – but it was still so fucking annoying. “You cruel bitch,” he complained.

She lifted one tattooed brow at him, but he could swear he detected the hint of a smirk at the corner of her lips. “You took an unauthorized break,” she said. “Be thankful that all you’re losing is an hour’s pay.” She strolled away toward the door of her office, and Reyes watched the sway of her hips with unabashed appreciation. Right before she left the room, she turned to glance over her shoulder at him. “Oh, and get out of my office. You’re not welcome here again until 0200 sharp.”

Reyes shook his head with fond resignation; the implicit invitation was clear in her brusque tone. He rose from her office chair and sauntered out of the office, but not before tilting his head with an equal combination of respect and sass as he passed her by. “Ma’am,” he purred, then strode toward the elevator before she could punish him further for his hint of mockery.

As he strolled back toward the market, his omni-tool dinged to advise of the change in his biweekly pay. He sighed, but with no real ire. Some things were worth more than credits, and the favour of the Queen of Omega fell squarely into that category.

Prompt #2: Blackout

The lights go out in Afterlife, and people immediately start to scream.

Aria rolls her eyes in disgust as she rises to her feet. They’re all so fucking predictable with their senseless fear of the dark. Only the most intelligent people know how helpful the dark can be. Unfortunately, full darkness is usually a sign of trouble if it happens in her club.

She jerks her head at Grizz, and he nods sharply before murmuring an urgent command into his omni-tool. Glowing blue lights have already appeared around the periphery of the club; her asari staff are lighting the room with tiny mass effect fields, reassuring the patrons with the light while simultaneously securing every entrance.

Aria descends from her dais and heads toward the elevator that will take her up to her private office. She catches Reyes’ eyes from across the room and crooks her finger silently for him to follow.

Aria and Reyes ascend the elevator in silence. She strides toward the wall of monitors in her office and activates the backup power supply. Anyone who thinks they can sabotage Aria T’Loak during a blackout is dead wrong; she has infrared and sonic cameras in every room, and she’ll figure out who’s behind this clusterfuck soon enough.

She examines the monitors for a moment, then turns to issue a command to the smuggler, but before she can say a word, his arm snakes around her waist.

Aria jolts in surprise as the hardness of his chest brushes against her back. She shoves his arm away and spins to face him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Reyes raises his eyebrows, but steps away from her. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

She stares at him in total exasperation. Human men are so damned predictable; she should have known this is what he would expect, and she’s reminded again why it’s a mistake to consistently sleep with one partner at a time. Sleep with just one and they start to think they’re special, and next thing you know they’re showing up at your private quarters in the middle of the night…

Despite her annoyance, her sharp gaze travels over the generous bulge of his crotch. It’s obvious that he’s already hard, and his cock twitches in his pants as though to greet her wandering gaze.

She purses her lips as she returns her eyes to his face. They stare at each other in silence for a long, tense moment, then Reyes smiles winningly. “So? How about it, then?”

Aria narrows her eyes – he’s such a cocky little shit – but she doesn’t move away when he slowly steps close and hooks one finger into the deep V-neck of her bodysuit. “Come on, Aria, you know Anto and Grizz will take care of it. If something serious was going to happen, it would have happened already.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says coldly, but her icy tone immediately melts under the heat of his mouth as he takes her lips in a firm kiss.

She instinctively parts her lips to welcome the smooth slide of his tongue, then nips his tongue with her teeth and pulls his hair. He hisses with pain as he breaks the kiss. “All you have to say is no,” he says. “There’s no need for teeth.”

Aria shoves him back, then reaches for his belt. “I’m not saying no,” she grits. She’s loathe to admit it, but there’s something to be said for this cocky human’s confidence. Aria prefers to dominate, to issue commands to her partners until they bring her satisfaction, but there’s something… interesting about being challenged once in a while.

Reyes shucks off his jacket as she pulls his belt from its loops, then gently pushes her hands away as she goes for his fly. “You might want to get busy, ma’am,” he says politely. “Your gear is slightly more complicated than mine.”

Aria shoots him a warning look as she strips off her clothes. She knows him well, and she hears the hint of mockery in his tone. But there’s no time to call him on it now. As soon as she’s naked, she sits on the desk in front of the wall of monitors and spreads her legs. “Hurry up,” she orders.

Reyes steps between her parted thighs, but instead of fucking her like she wants, he tilts her chin up with a gentle finger and strokes her lower lip with his thumb. “Turn around,” he purrs.

She wrenches her face from his grip and grabs his hair to pull his head back. “Don’t take liberties with me, you insubordinate piece of shit,” she warns. She lifts her hips off the desk and twists toward the hard rise of his cock. “Come closer-”

She breaks off with a gasp as Reyes suddenly palms her breast, then pinches her nipple hard. She releases his hair in surprise, and he dips his mouth to her other breast and sucks hard on her nipple as his hand drifts over her belly toward the apex of her thighs.

His fingers slip and slide through her wetness, and she viciously bites her lip; she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing how badly she wants him. He lifts his mouth from her breast, and his words drifts across her neck like a hot breeze. “Turn around, Aria,” he whispers. “You know you want to.”

She sneers at him as he lifts his face to look into her eyes, but he simply smiles, his golden eyes glittering with smug intent. His fingers circle her clit in a careful rhythm as he presses his lips to her cheekbone. “You’re always in charge. Always keeping both eyes open, watching everyone’s every move.” He strokes her clit with light, teasing strokes and continues to speak in a light, teasing tone. “Loosen the reins for once. You know you want me to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head.”

She doesn’t reply; her climax is rising steadily under the careful ministration of his fingers, and she can taste blood on her tongue from biting her lip so hard. When her rapture rolls over her, the effort of keeping it hidden is too much, and she arches viciously against his chest as she cries out.

Stars are exploding behind her eyes, and she almost misses his condescending words. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now turn around for me.”

She shoves him away and glares at him, her chest heaving with desperate breaths as she tries to fight back the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Stop fucking talking,” she pants. “Just stop. Fucking. Talking. If I hear another word from your insolent mouth, I will strangle you.”

Reyes grins at her, an unguarded expression of amusement, but he nods acquiescence and doesn’t speak. Aria scowls at him for a second longer, then turns to face the monitors and braces her palms on the desk. “Now fuck me-”

She cries out suddenly as he thrusts into her in one hard stroke. His fingers bite into her hips as he sets up a hard and driving rhythm, his hips pistoning against her ass as he pumps into her, and Aria arches her neck in bliss. She will say this much for Reyes: he’s got a great cock, and he knows how to use it. Aria enjoys a good ridged turian cock when she can find a suitable partner, but she’ll forgive Reyes for his lack of ridges since he’s so good at giving it to her hard and fast.

She arches her back slightly so he’ll strike her inner walls at a particular angle. Right as she and Reyes finish together, her shoulders trembling in climax as he spills his seed on her back, the power snaps back on.

Her omni-tool bleeps. She stands up straight and shoves Reyes away to answer the call. “Talk,” she snaps.

“It was pyjaks,” Anto blurts. “Some idiot animal trader, new to the station. Wild pyjaks chewing through the cables. I-”

“Deal with it,” Aria says curtly, then ends the call. She shoots Reyes a stern look, then pointedly glances over her shoulder toward his semen trickling down her back. “Clean this up and get out. Consider this the last time I bring you up here to help during an emergency.”

Reyes bows his head in obedient silence, then moves off to the washroom to fetch a towel. Aria folds her arms and studies the monitors with lazy satisfaction. Reyes might be a cheeky little shithead, but he knows his place when it counts.

And maybe, Aria admits, just maybe he knows when a little control can be taken.

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