*casually writing myself into a coma*

“P-please,” they repeat, voice high and slightly hoarse. Their nails bite into her skin, but the naga stifles her soft gasp, the pain quite mild compared to the wound on her hip. The shark curls in close, kittenishly nuzzling the vellum plane of her skin, hands landing on her waist. “Please, just…just….”

The naga quirks a brow, her hand gliding to the back of their scalp and gripping the silvery strands, pulling their head back, forcing them to meet her searching, aureate eyes. “Please what, love? Use your words.”

There’s a roundness to their eyes, a sparkling, tantalizing supplication that tugs at the corners of the naga’s lips. “Please…” Zambi whimpers. “I-I need…I’ll…I want….”

Their breaths come in shuddering puffs, eyes of stormy gray confronting sunshine gold, unable to look away.

Her other hand roams up to their neck, fingers trailing over a fluttering pulse. She notes the rosy tint that flushes their face up to those adorable eartips, and she grins, dipping in close, pressing their faces cheek-to-cheek, reeling with the feeling of having a warm, wanting body in her arms, bending and pliant to her will. She presses her lips to their ear, relishing the resulting shudder her whisper elicits: “You’re shaking, little pup.” Then, with a teasing nip to their lobe, she asks, “…Do you want me to touch you? Would that put your mind at ease? Would that make you feel wanted?”

Link: https://www.patreon.com/nikkinightlock

Cover art by @slaycinder

Original story by @thetransversalartisan​ (Nikki Nightlock)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aragorn/Frodo Baggins, Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee Characters: Aragorn (Tolkien), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Legolas Greenleaf, Boromir (Tolkien), Gimli (Tolkien) Additional Tags: LOTR, Aragorn - Freeform, frodo/aragorn - Freeform, frodo/sam gamgee, Perceived Unrequited Love, Comfort Sex, Gentle, Hurt/Comfort, Bathing, handjob, Frodo - Freeform, Gentle Sex, Pining, washing, Healing, wound care (not terribly graphic), Kissing, Lap Sitting, boys being vulnerable and soft, Soft, Caregiving, sex as relief, specifically a handjob, no penetration in this one, bruise descriptions, service top aragorn, Outdoor Sex Summary:

During one of the Company's nightly camps, Aragorn offers Frodo some much-needed remedying, respite, and reassurance for the remaining road ahead.

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The hobbit’s bared skin is a patchwork tapestry of angry mauve and olive bruises, glaring along his side and flaring just below his sternum—remnants of the trollforce blow that should have spelled his end deep within the dark bowels of the Misty Mountains. Such marks are the only evidence that he suffered the attack, his body protected by the glittering Mithril chainmail discarded amongst the leaf litter nearby. And yet, none of his harlequin contusions compare to the knotted scar marring his shoulder, gnarled and thick like a fleshy bandage—his body’s crude attempt to repair yet another injury that should have cost Frodo his life.

It’s startling: the fact that he, a halfling with no experience in combat, has managed to survive two fantastic blows that would have easily dispatched a hardened warrior—and in an unbearably painful manner at that.

Knelt upon the ground, Aragorn stares, taken aback by the sheer miracle that the hobbit before him has beaten the odds and clung to life—even with his impossibly heavy burden, currently tucked into the pocket of his garments just an arm’s length away.

Frodo meets him with bright eyes and a careful gaze. “What is it?” he asks, tone weary and wary at once.

The ranger shakes his head, collecting himself. “Nothing.” He reaches for a cloth and unfolds it, revealing several small, pale blooms of athelas, shimmering like moonstones in the midnight blue light. “Here: this will help with the soreness.”

Chapters: 7/9 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, OC/OC, Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus/OC/OC, Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus, Coronabeth Tridentarius/Ianthe Tridentarius

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“So, you are trying to kill me,” Gideon bemoaned, her body going limp against the toilet tank. “Please, tell me it doesn’t involve my dick. She’s dead, Jim. That, I can promise—”

“No, no,” Harrow assured her with an impish chuckle, idly caressing the lightly borrowed collar wrapped about her own neck. “Only two things, and then we’ll be done.”

“You said you had one request,” Gideon reminded her, sobbing.

“Two parts,” Harrow rephrased.

“Ugh. I hate homework.”

“Don’t complain. You wanted this,” Harrow said, to Gideon’s agonized, yet obedient dismay. “First, I want you on your knees. Facing me. Now lean back—over the seat, love. There we go. Just like that.”

Gideon groaned with discomfort, arching so her head very nearly rested against the toilet lid. Harrow sidled closer, straddling her pup’s shoulders, hovering just above her Goddess’ chin. Close to realization, Gideon asked, “…What’s the second part?”

Harrow wiggled her hips again, angling herself over her lover’s face, inches from those plush, slightly parted lips. With a jovial lilt, she instructed, “Remember to breathe~.”

Chapters: 6/9 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, OC/OC, Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus/OC/OC, Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus, Coronabeth Tridentarius/Ianthe Tridentarius

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Chapters: 5/9 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: E Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, OC/OC, Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus/OC/OC, Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus, Coronabeth Tridentarius/Ianthe Tridentarius Characters: Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Gideon Nav, Palamedes Sextus, Camilla Hect, OCx2, Ianthe Tridentarius, Coronabeth Tridentarius

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“So, if you don’t mind me asking: why did Dr. Hect take your uterus?”

Whoever was currently in the bathroom was certainly taking their sweet time. Harrow found herself fidgeting nervously outside the empty doorway—partially due to the siren call of her bladder, but more so because Gideon, pressed flush to her back, had pulled the hem of her dress high—enough to nearly expose her to any of the unwitting patrons surrounding them in drunken droves. Gideon had the forethought to obstruct a clear view using her own breadth, but even if she didn’t, Harrow doubted any of the others would have spared them a second glance.

Harrow replied, “I asked her to.” Then, with a pause, “Technically, Dr. Sextus asked her for me.”

“Fair enough,” Gideon said, fingers caressing Harrow’s upper thigh. She paused, as if to consider her own words, then carefully clarified, “But…why did you want it removed in the first place?”

Harrow flinched, an uncomfortable tension wrapping like wire about her throat. “Why do you ask so many questions?”

“Sorry. Just curious,” Gideon said. “Not judging or anything, by the way. I have friends who’ve had theirs out—usually ‘cause they had cancer or endo…endo….”

Slowed by drink, Harrow had to think before the word came to her. “Endometriosis?” she offered, slurring over the syllables.

“That’s it,” Gideon said, teasing one finger up the bare inside of Harrow’s thigh.

Harrow inhaled, unable to dowse her trepidation at the limited scope of her companion’s offered rationales. She relied on vagueness, fearing the truth might ruin her one chance with the Ruby Goddess: “It…wasn’t an emergency procedure. I mean…not like that, I guess.”

Gideon paused, retracting her hands to settle them atop Harrow’s still miraculously clothed hips. Harrow shivered, immediately missing the warmth against her bare skin. The Goddess’ voice sounded low against her ear: “So…you chose to have the procedure when you didn’t need it?”

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: E Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, OC/OC, Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus/OC/OC, Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus, Coronabeth Tridentarius/Ianthe Tridentarius

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Harrow was trapped.

The rest of the drag show had consisted of needy neck kisses and some hardly benign groping, the Goddess stopping just short of fully shoving her hand up the hem of Harrow’s dress. Harrow had barely been able to focus on the remaining queens, far more engrossed in the meandering touch of her companion and the lingering, lecherous gazes of their two tablemates.

Worst of all, as if Harrow’s torment weren’t quite complete, the Ruby Goddess had neglected to return to her rightful partner’s side—even after the show had ended.

The tables had been cleared out, the lights darkened, and the fog machine switched on, shooting pungent gusts into the air—wisps that curled and danced amidst the frantic, colorful lights.

Harrow only vaguely knew the song that was playing—something lewd and embarrassingly fitting given the circumstances. Honestly, it was difficult to focus on background noise with the young femme encased in her arms, their lips engaged in a passionate joust while their respective lovers ground into each of them from behind.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, OC/OC, Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus/OC/OC, Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus, Coronabeth Tridentarius/Ianthe Tridentarius Characters: Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Gideon Nav, Palamedes Sextus, Camilla Hect, OCx2, Ianthe Tridentarius, Coronabeth Tridentarius

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Harrow’s hands flew to cover her plugged ears as the crowd around her erupted into applause, including the unnamed woman at her side. This was quickly followed by the announcer’s obligatory prompting for another bout of even louder acclamation, which Harrow expected, and for which she kept her ears protected. She couldn’t help but notice, however, that the Ruby Goddess’ cheering sounded a touch quieter the second round. When Harrow turned, she was greeted by the woman’s soft smile and a faint glint of concern in her eyes, but their attention was soon redirected back to the stage. The announcer behind the curtain continued by welcoming the present patrons, as well as explaining the gist of the upcoming performance. The speech was brief—to the inebriated audience’s benefit—and ended with the cacophonous declaration of the first queen’s stage name. Harrow took another sip of her mimosa as the crowd roared in jubilation once more.

Within moments, the music commenced, and the first performer, a tall queen with voluptuous, auburn hair, rounded ears and tail, and a sunflower yellow dress took the stage, lipsyncing to a popular song Harrow had heard Ianthe blaring at some point, but whose name or artist she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Recalling her roommate (and said roommate’s sister), Harrow glanced about in search, only to find the twins seated in a shared chair tucked into a dark back corner, Ianthe perched daintily on her sister’s lap as the pair spoke animatedly to one another under the thunderous music. Harrow averted her gaze before the two could catch her staring, and instead fixated on the towering queen as she descended the tiny flight of stairs leading from the main stage to the floor, needlessly assisted by the offered hand of a middle-aged woman standing nearby. The queen’s presence flooded the dim space like sunlight as she sauntered across the front of the room, hips swaying in a manner Harrow couldn’t help observing with only the most scientific curiosity.