#I think it’s the taking a moment during a heated fight to slow down and appreciate the moment

[omniscientopal]

Man that silent moment where Vash was just reloading his gun during the fight with Kni. God idk why that little bit was so good but it just was.

[chososluv]

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary: in which i thought of Work Husband!Nanami and how supportive and delicate and how he would be and how i'd want him to ruin me and thus this came along. w.c 2.2k 🏷 tags/warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, office sex, petnames (hun, sweetheart, darling, little work wife), squirting, cremepie, dirty talk, also got excited will proofread fully later

Work Husband!Nanami: Who saw you your first day in the office and immediately wanted you to succeed greatly amongst the new hires. However you had no idea, taking his mature and direct aura personally and thinking he didn’t like you. You kept your distance.

Work Husband!Nanami: noticed you kept your distance and one day called you over. He sat you down and unprompted gave you pointers on how to succeed. You took the lesson with surprise and attempted to hide your excitement that you had been wrong. The man before you didn’t not like you. He wouldn’t take the time to give you a lesson — that you learned later he did not do to the new hires — if he didn’t like you? Right?

Work Husband!Nanami confirmed he liked you by telling you were the most impressive new hire he has seen. The compliment coming genuinely during a moment where he was admiring your work. A mock proposal and he had no critiques for this one. Versus when you first started — almost a month ago — he had plenty of feedback and concerns.

Work Husband!Nanami has to hide his excitement when you are offered the chance to stay. One of three of the twenty interns that came in, and due to your growth and determination, you earn the opportunity to score your first big person job with generous benefits. One of them being Nanami Kento.

Work Husband!Nanami offers to take you out to lunch as a celebration. Officially colleagues, you begin to let loose and relax around him. Your banter became increasingly witty and Nanami found his pants becoming increasingly tighter than usual whenever in your presence.

Work Husband!Nanami Who is oblivious to your slow testing of boundaries to see how far you could go. Your skirts became tighter on the days you knew Nanami would be working close to you — the shirts became magically one button undone whenever you were surprised with his visits.

Work Husband!Nanami catches on to your passes when you take the first step by verbally flirting with him directly. It was with the help of a little tequila, but you looked longly at his wrist, eyeing his watch one day during an after-work-drink. The pretty silver Cartier bringing attention to his prominent veins in his hand and thick digits. . .

Y/N, are you listening?”

“Sorry, was distracted by your hands.” You admit and he felt the heat flush to his face. Stunned by your words but you don’t flench, you go a step forward to bring his right hand into your delicate pair. Your soft hands running against his and he has to fight with strength to ignore that familiar tightness in his pants.

“Your hands are pretty”

Work Husband!Nanami regrets nothing happened that night between you, but he fucks his cock into his hand furiously that night, wishing it was your tight cunt riding him. Little does he know you’re riding your dildo, fucking your tight cunt on the silicone wishing it him instead.

Work Husband!Nanami plays a cat and mouse game with you. A game of flirty banter and longing gazes and touches. The two of you began building up suspense. Each day a day closer to one of you snap.

Work Husband!Nanami is surprised he snaps first. The day he snaps is the day you show up to work wearing a short skirt and high heels that accentuate your ass. It’s your presentation day too and as you turn to the side to present, your ass faces Nanami and he has trouble focusing on your topic. His brain so frazzled and dazzled by your generous rear he is digging his toes into the leather soles of his loafers. His fists tighten and you bite back a grin when you cast glance to him and see his jaw clenching.

Work Husband!Nanami has to flee as soon as the meeting is over. he quickly runs to his private office, shutting the door and sitting at his desk. he throws his head back, muttering and swearing as he spreads his thighs apart, alleviating the tightness between his legs. his mind began to wonder if he could survive the rest of the day with a hard cock and a pretty devil by the name of y/n.

Work Husband!Nanami begins thrusting his pretty pink cock into his hand. the itch and desire being relived as he thinks of your scent and what you tasted like. if you creamed or if you squirted — or shit, if you did both. he thinks about the recurve of your ass whenever he’d hit it from the back, or how soft your skin would be against his when he took you missionary

Work Husband!Nanami panics when he hears you knocking at the door but nevertheless says you can come in. When you do, you lock the door and immediately walk over to his desk. You sit down in the chair on the opposite side, pouting dramatically.

“How can I help, y/n?” Work Husband!Nanami asks of you and you only continue pouting. A dramatic, and comedic, sigh escapes your mouth and you cross your legs. A sudden cold draft due to your plan you had in motion before you entered his office.

“You left before saying anything to me.” You say rather needy but Work Husband!Nanami can’t help but feel entranced by your tone. A moment he realized he liked this bratty side you were displaying. However, he clears his throat and sighs.

“I wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t about you, darling.” He assures and you can’t help but feel guilty, oblivious that he was just beating his dick to the thought of your scent. You jump up from the chair, placing your hands on the desk and leaning forward. You unintentionally show him a charitable view of your breast but he tries to remain holding eye contact with you.

“Kento, I’m sorry I’m such a terrible work wife.” The first time you let the phrase fall from your lips and he chuckles. He’s well aware of the phrase, overhearing you loudly proclaim he was your work husband to coworkers not knowing he was on the others side of the wall. He waited for the day you would say it to him and today you finally did. . .

And for some reason, that really did it to him because felt his cock twitch in his trousers and then he finds himself looking at your breast briefly before speaking.

“Work husband, huh?” A soft smirk toying at his lips and you can't help but nod in confirmation.

"Yeah, don't you know?" You toy with him, an attempt to remain in control at the situation and you pass it off as flirty banter. He can only smile at you, tapping his hands along his desk as he speak his next words.

"No. Why don't you come show me, sweet work wife?" The low baritone of his voice went straight to your cunt and you're rubbing your thighs together. A pheromone daze shared between the two of you as you two stare at one another. A brief pause before you reach into your bra, retrieving your panties you departed with earlier and tossing them at Nanami. The dainty material lands on his thigh and he immediately sees the navy lace dark blue and soaked through. His cock jumps, and he looks at you. A cocky smirk is on your lips and he clears his throat before speaking.

"Come here, now" Work Husband!Nanami commands sensually before you and before you can talk yourself out of it you’re rounding his desk. He gets up from his chair, meeting you halfway before grabbing your body swiftly. He places you on his desk and it takes you a minute to register he lifted you like you weighed absolutely nothing. Your cunt fluttering at his brute strength and you stare at him doe eyed.

Work Husband!Nanami has to eat you out after pocketing your soaked through panties. His tongue dipping to collect your arousal that dripped out of you. Your scent clouding his nose as he moans against your wet and swollen clit. He sucks generously on the bud and you bite down hard on the back of your hand to silence yourself. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as his hot tongue circles your cunt like he was starved. Your free hand tugging on his blond locks and you feel like you’re about to cum.

“Kento . . . want to come on your cock, please.” You beg quietly and who is he to be a bad work husband and object?

Work Husband!Nanami rocks gently in you after slipping inside. He holds your legs up by the back of your knees, lewdly exposing yourself to him as he pistons himself inside. Your warm cunt hugging him deliciously and so tightly, yet you were so wet at the same time. Nanami is amazed, and already feels so pussy drunk off you surely he’s addicted. How can he not be? Especially with the way your tits bounced with each stroke and the way you moaned, singing his praises he ached to he able to take his time next time he was intimate with you. However he takes in the moment, casting a gaze to see your fucked out face and he wishes he could take a picture . . .

“Been dreaming of this pretty pussy.” He admits. You answer with a mixture of a giggle and a moan. The sound is beautiful and melodic and its something he can get used to.

“Been riding my toy wishing it was you.” You admit before you can stop yourself, allowing this side of you emerge as you felt drunk off his cock. He groans at your confession, rolling his hips deeper and tip kissing the deeper parts of you. It sends your toes curling and choking back a whimper.

“My poor little work wife been suffering by yourself. Let me make it better, honey.” He coos to you gently, kissing your forehead before rolling his hips harder. His long fingers find your swollen and neglected clit. You twitch harder against him, squirting and surprising both of you. You bite back a squeal as your eyes roll back.

“Kento!” You whispered in a desparate tone. Finds himself asking “Are you going to come, hun?” To which you reply — “mhmm, are you?”

“Fuck if you keep creaming on me like this, fuck yeah sweetheart.” Nanami makes a mistake and casts a look down to see his cock coated in a mix of his cum and your cream. His cock has never looked prettier and he fights the urge to fill you right there.

“Want you to come in me. Please, Kento.” You beg and he clenches his jaw.

Work Husband!Nanami has to shove his face in your neck when cums. His teeth biting hard on your neck as his tongue tastes you and your sweat. He feels you fight screaming as the bite travels straight to your belly, and his fingers circle your clit faster. That thread in your stomach unwinding and snapping. Your grip on him tightens as you cum all over his cock.

Work Husband!Nanami silences you with a kiss as he fills you with his cum. The overstimulation causing you to moan, clamping tightly on his cock as you fight to wrap your legs around his waist. He drops his hands, allowing you to do so and you wrap your arms around him as well. He holds you close to him, chuckling as you fell into the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Work Husband!Nanami has to see his cum trickle out of you and onto his desk. He has to fight getting hard again, but remembers one round was risky enough so he kisses your forehead gently to tell you how good you are for him.

Work Husband!Nanami wipes you down tenderly afterwards. He cleans you delicately before situating himself and his office space. When you fix yourself over he looks at you.

“You were perfect this morning by the way. Never been prouder of my work wife.” Satisfied with his words, his praise, and still in the haze of your orgasm you smile wide. You stand from the chair, fixing yourself to leave before he steps close to you.

"Thank you, Kento." You say, looking up as he looms over you. He brushes your hair back into its normal place, looking you over before you walked back into the office. His eyes are filled with nothing but tenderness as he tends to you, fixing your clothes and checking you over one last time.

"Do you feel better now," you nod at his inquiry, "all you needed was to be stuffed with my cum? Naughty." He shakes his head and you only shrugs before grinning up at him.

"Only for you." You tease Work Husband!Nanami and he clears his throat. He leans down, taking your lips with his deeply. You melt, humming gently before his broad fingers find your ass. He gives it a rough squeeze through your skirt and you blush at his gesture.

"Let me know when you need me to fill you again." Work Husband!Nanami says paired with an ass slap as you nodded. You look up at him beneath your lashes as you do before sauntering sultrily away. You unlock the door and exit his office nonchalantly as if he was not fucking you on his desk moments ago.

Work Husband!Nanami now has to figure out how he has to cope with knowing you're walking around the office stuffed full of his cum . . .

©chososluv ╰┈┈➤ P A R T T W O [Boyfriend!Nanami] ╰┈┈➤ M A S T E R L I S T !

[blueicequeen19]

The Help

Warnings: unprotected sex, blackmail, coercion, fighting, Rafe being a dick

You barely get a moment to catch your breath then he's inside you, pumping his hips and filling you painfully deep as he fucks you. Your legs wrap around his waist, your mouths smashed together in a passionate kiss as he hammers into you like his life depends on it. You're supposed to be making this quick anyway. You hear footsteps in the hallway, causing you to freeze for a moment but he doesn't stop despite being the one to demand discretion. Can't get caught fucking the help.

"I don't have a condom." He growls, burying his face in your neck as he licks and bites and kisses while railing you into the desk. Your back arches, your head thrown back as you near your release. One of his large hands fists the back of your hair, making your chest push out further as he trails his mouth down your collar bone.

"Don't stop." You rasp, your legs pushed open painfully wide as he hauls you even closer. He grunts, pulling back to look at you with swollen lips and blazing blue eyes before he's kissing you again, swallowing any sounds you might make.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Rafe growls, pushing your back flat on the desks surface and hammering into you with sexy deep grunts of pleasure. Your fingers slide between your thighs, eagerly stroking your clit until your body tightens and you cum with a choked cry, signaling his own release. You both continue to pant and moan as his thrusts slow, his cock pumping every bit of his seed deep inside you.

Finally, Rafe slows to a stop, remaining inside you while his chest heaves with every breath. You feel boneless and weak, your insides warm and euphoric as you try to grasp what just happened. You peek up at him to see his expression hardened as he withdraws his emotions then finally, the hard cock still throbbing inside you. He casts his eyes down as he steps back and turns away, making your body heat with humiliation. What's worse is when he starts to drip back out of you.

"Here. Go to the pharmacy." Rafe digs out his wallet and tosses a couple big bills on the desk, not meeting your eye as you lower your feet to the floor, your knees still weak.

"Um--."

"And call a doctor. I want you to get on birth control. I don't like condoms." Rafe sniffs before turning away and marching towards the door. You stand frozen for a moment before anger swells in your chest and the next thing you know, you've launched the lamp at him. It hits the door with a crash and Rafe freezes in place before slowly turning to face you, a brow raised.

"That's it? You fuck me, tell me to go get a plan B, then go see a doctor so you can keep fucking me?" Your body trembles with anger as Rafe's eyes narrow at you. He takes a warning step towards you, his hand outstretched like he's trying to calm a wild animal.

"Keep your voice down. This benefits us both." He hisses. When you shake your head violently, he bolts around the desk, grabbing you and shoving you down on the couch. You open your mouth to scream when his hand slaps down on your mouth, your body pinned beneath his.

"Stop it! What are you freaking out about? You don't want to fuck me again, is that it?" Rafe demands, removing his hand from your mouth to catch your arms as you try to lash out.

"I don't want to just fuck you, Rafe Cameron. I'm not that type of girl." You snarl, bucking beneath him as he chuckles darkly.

"Trust me, you are now, darlin'." Rafe leans down and kisses you hard. You try to resist but his tongue forces its way into your mouth, stealing your ability to think.

"You'll serve me during the day and warm my fucking bed at night." Rafe murmurs against your lips before gently pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimper, your resolve slipping with each passing second.

"You'll get on birth control so I can keep cumming inside you and you'll do so immediately." He continues between kisses, his knees suddenly pressing between your wet thighs.

"You're going to keep your mouth shut and not tell anyone anything because I'm going to take care of you. And you're going to let me." Rafe sits back on the couch, yanking you onto his lap as he frees his cock again. He scoops his own cum off your thighs and uses it as lube as he pushes back inside your sensitive pussy.

"So be a good girl, do as you're told and shut up."

[spacebarbarianweird]

Hi! I absolutely love your headcannons!! Would it be possible for me to request sick Astarion? Or Astarion with a sick Tav? :)

Hi! Thank you for your request! I think I can do both!

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Caring for their sick partner

Astarion takes care of you

He isn't a nurturing type.

He doesn't really care about himself let alone someone else!

Besides, it's not like he used to hang out with mortals a lot.

During your post-game adventures, you end in the far north in the middle of winter.

Astarion doesn't feel cold, but he notices you feel uncomfortable near him - his body is cold, and he steals the heat you need so much.

It causes tension between you two - one of the first challenges for you as a couple.

During a fight, you fall through the ice and almost die in the dark cold waters.

Astarion saves you but the damage is done.

You are severely sick.

Astarion freaks out.

You are dying in his arms.

He has to save you. He won't lose you.

Astarion manages to dress you in dry and warm clothes. He leaves you by the fire for a bit to hunt - you need food, and Astarion needs blood to warm you.

Then, when you stabilize, he carries you to the closest village and gives you all the money you've earned in your travels for a room in the inn.

He spoon-feeds you and wraps you in the warmest blankets.

Sometimes you pout, refusing to take one more bitter medicine, but he can't take this nonsense - you are going to get better. Period.

When you wake up, still in fever, Astarion is always near. Either wrapping you with his blood-warm body or with his ear on your chest as if he was afraid your heart was going to stop at any given moment.

As the spring comes, you finally get better. Astarion gives you a bath, and you realize how itchy and sweaty your body is.

Then he lashes at you, of course.

You were reckless, you were risking yourself. How could you?

But you know he speaks out of fear, and you comfort him, promising to never put yourself in danger without a need.

You take care of Astarion

If you weren't a nurturing type, you wouldn't end up with Astarion.

The man needs help and care, something he never had.

You comfort him after the nightmares and kiss away his tears.

He doesn't need to be cared for physically - once the tadpole is removed, he regenerates, and it's impossible to wound him.

But he is a mental wreck who can have a meltdown over a trigger word or a cruel flashback after an innocent action.

But he is far from invincible.

He is being reckless and ends up surrounded by monster hunters.

They chain him in silver and leave him helpless on the ground to see the sun.

You manage to come to the rescue - and murder all three of them.

But as you fight, the sun rises, and it burns Astarion.

It's almost too late for him when you set him free and drag him to the shadows.

The regeneration is slowed down - the burns are as bad as if he survived a fire.

You give him blood. All you can do without killing yourself.

The assault causes one of the worst setbacks in his healing process.

Astarion is almost catatonic - curling in the darkest corner of the room in the fetal position.

You can only guess what prison his tortured mind is locked in.

You talk to him. Hug him. Takes care of his hair. Caress his back.

Days become weeks, weeks become months - and one evening Astarion is finally back.

He wraps his hand around you and nuzzles your collarbone.

By the end of the night, Astarion is his true self again, ready for everything freedom has to offer.

"I was there, in the tomb," he confesses. "I was locked there, in the dark, and all my life looked like a feverish dream."

"I am here, love," you say. "I will always be here for you."

You pretend you don't see his tears as you say it.

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[obsessive-valentine]

Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!Reader

Wishing it was summer so bad so have this.

Being used to your captor being crude and rough towards you to keep you in line and obedient, today came as a shock when he seems to be empathetic and soften for you when you get sick during a heatwave. TW- kidnapped reader, non-con touching and hint of farmers past anger issues traumatising reader making them paranoid.

Its stifling hot, all the windows and doors are open for circulation and lace curtains drawn to try keep the house cool, but it does little. He had left the house earlier than usual to start his morning chores before the heat got unbearable, he had kissed your head and left hours before sunrise. You hadn’t seen him since. You probably could walk a few steps outside and see him in the distance somewhere but you barely had the energy to drag yourself from the bed to the sofa- infront of the fan.

You wished you hadn’t wasted energy on finding a cooler spot because the fan was only pushing around the hot air. With a exasperated sight you excepted your fate, waiting to succumb to heat stroke and begin vomiting. Laying flat on your stomach with only a vest top and underwear on, thinking about how good a glass of water would be right about now.

Until the dreaded sound of heavy boots stomp onto the deck, and into the house. “Fuckin’ hell” he huffed wiping sweat from his face with the shirt he instead slung over his shoulder when the sun had risen. You almost jumped a mile when the next time you opened your eyes from a slow blink he was standing right infront of you.

You braced yourself for whatever might come, used to being exposed to emotional whiplash. You could never read his face until it was to late, you tried to calm yourself from overacting by reasoning that you haven’t done anything wrong recently.

He leaned down without a word, the back of his dirty calloused hand pressed against your cheek and then the other one “you’ve been drinking water?” He questions suspiciously straightening up and towering over your form. You stayed laying down wishing to sink into the sofa, how do you tell him you couldn’t be bothered? You mumble a pathetic ‘no’ staring lifelessly at his dusty beaten up boots.

Expecting a scolding or to be told to ‘toughen up’, you flinched when instead you were met with his rough hand rubbing your back out of pity “hang tight for a moment”. It could have been just a minute or hour from when he left the room and returned with a glass of ice and water, you were to disorientated to get a grasp of the time or if you’d blinked or napped.

Slowly he pulled you up into a sitting position by your wrist, you groaned as a pulsating ache in your skull began “I know, hurts hu?” He steadies you with a firm hand in your shoulder before giving you the glass of water and made sure you drink it all. You feel the cold salvation trickle down your throat leaving your mouth cold for a moment, savouring the way the ice kissed your lips.

“Stupid of me, shoulda checked up on you. Think it’s heatstroke” he takes the cup off you once it’s all gone and places it on the table before bending down to pick you up “Can’t I trust you to look after yourself for just a few hours? This is why you need me sweetheart” he rather softly lectures you as he carries you down the hall, to the bathroom, turning on the cold tap to the bath.

He helped you out of what’s left of your clothes and steadied you as you stepped into the slow rising water. You felt to nauseous and uncomfortable to mind being naked or the fact he was also stripping down and slipping in the small bath behind you.

To tired to fight when he pulled you to rest your head back onto his shoulder or when his hands wandered when washing you with a cold cloth. You just closed your eyes and welcomed the cold goosebumps that spread up your legs and arms. You both stayed there for maybe half an hour, laying back in the cold with his hands mindlessly gliding up and down your body.

...

“Come on, I got work to finish” he huffed out pulling away his hands, watching you stir awake from you half conscious sate before getting out and wrapping a towel around himself. You grabbed ahold of his hands as he helped you out and handed you a towel. He wordlessly left but returned with one of his shirts walking past you to wet it under the cold tap “put this on, it will keep away heat rash and cool you down” his eyes wandered as you pulled it over yourself but you were none the wiser, struggling to pull the wet shirt over you as it clung to your skin.

Pulling on his clothes and boots he then lead you outside onto the shady front porch, sitting you on the old rocking chair with a book and glass of water. “Holler if you need anything, sweetheart” you felt a lot better but still exhausted, and for a moment relaxed and unafraid of the unusually caring man. That is until he turned around for a breif moment as he walked away “don’t you go wandering”

He was half smiling and it sounded light hearted but you knew it was anything but. It was a clear threat. A wave of sickness reintroduced it’s self, but now for a different reason.

You didn’t read the book but rather watch him work in a nearby field with sleepy eyes. How he would lovingly interact with the animals, how scarily strong he was lifting and dragging feed and muck around, how he’d carefully and proudly inspect his vegetables when watering them.

One of the livestock-guard-dogs came up onto the deck to keep you company, laying at your feet, and the cool breeze against the wet shirt sent waves of relief over you body.

...

At some point you had fallen asleep and when you woke up it was late afternoon and your shirt was dry, the chair rocked forward a bit then arms snaked around your waist and under you butt. You almost flew into fight or flight mode until you remembered where you are and who with, even though yet another headache you knew it was useless.

To your surprise he scooped you up and sat back down In the chair with you in his lap “welcome back to the land of the living” he joked, he didn’t even have to look at you to know he’d woken you up, to busy digging around in his pocket for a cigarette. You didn’t answer still getting to grips of what time it is after being rudely pulled from a heat coma.

“How you feeling? Want me to wet the shirt again?” He lit the cigarette before pressing the back of his hand to your cheek seemingly satisfied with how much your temperature has come down “no thank you” you glanced at him but adverting you eyes quickly remembering how unusually soft he treated you this morning when you were dazed and confused. Wondering when he’d become crude and rough again.

He hummed in a response resting against the back of the chair dragging you down with him, he takes a long drag of the cigarette “How about we watch a movie tonight? Got some old DVDs in the attic” he offers looking out contently at his farm and his free hand runs through your hair. “I’d like that” you said sounding more like a question, unsure if there was a catch but there was nothing.

Just a short nod and some peaceful quiet with the chirps of birds and one of the horses whinny’ing in the nearby field. There was no lingering dread or fear, just peace. And maybe if you closed your eyes and imagined hard enough you could trick yourself into thinking you are on a summer country vacation with the man you dreamed of as a teenager.

For the first time since you got kidnapped, you aren’t plotting an escape, trying to stay quiet and unseen, or fearful of facing the mans wrath or worried about spending the night in the shed. Your heads empty and feel rested.

...

Tomorrow you’d lash out again, remembering today and how you seem to be slowly accepting your situation -accepting your kidnapper. With a clear-head in the morning you will grow afraid of the reality that your stuck here for life. But as for today, you have a moment of peace - free from worry and perhaps a bit of contentment even if just for the night. As he finally has the chance to lovingly hold you close -watching the movie he let you pick.

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dating svt (hyung line) - LOVE IT, joshua got me on a chokehold, and wonwoo PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE :( wherecanIgetoneofthose

dating svt (maknae line) - mingyu as a back hugger is so :(((((((((, I can totally see dino writing love letters to his s/o :(((

pick-up lines - non-idol! au, fluff, silly af, my favs are jeonghan, jun, wonwoo, woozi, mingyu, chwe and chan

you take your promise ring off during a fight - performance unit, vocal unit , hip-hop unit, angsty af, made me cry a little

reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage - idol!au, idol!reader, dsfkjsdfjh the jeonghan is my fav idk

kitten ears - pwp, smut, hybrid!reader in heat, LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE, IT´S FILTH,,,,, and my fav one is hoshi´s LDJSLFJH read it whenever you feel like having a smut fest

hip hop unit

seungcheol

let me take care of you - drabble, fluff, hubby!cheol, pregnant reader, he is straight uP husband soon-to-be-daddy material, this was so CUTE,,,

caught in a trap - smut, seunkwan´s sister!reader, older brother´s bff!cheol, face riding, he makes you beg for it, “you’ve got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?” SLDKJSHDFKSJ whY is he like tHAT??

as your boyfriend - he gets offended if you don´t let him pay???? now THAT´S my kind of man

whatever you say - fluff, crack, text au, #simp, this is funny lmao

wonwoo

he angry fucks you bc he lost in a video game - blurb, smut, explicittt, the title??? I can see the vision. listen the way this just escalated INMEDIATLY I-, he is ANGRY FR FR in the hottest way, just read it ok pls

he´s rough and in love - smut, just pwp, i made up the name bc it is what it is, he´s already made you cum twice but he still looks at you with eyes full of the purest love while doing the nastiest things, puthy clenching dirty talking, you talk too much, y’know that?, he wanted to keeP GOINg like,,,,sir

the peephole - smut, perv!wonu, roomies au, he´s obsessed, "Speak up, slut. Or have I fucked you completely stupid already" UMMMM?????

scented candles - e.r, fluff, idk idk idk this was cute

couple things - slice of life, fluff, “is there… a reason you’re upside down, my love?” 

needle in the hay - idol au, angst, smut, break up au, idol!reader, 97-liner! reader, poor wonu, slow burn kinda, he´s hopeless and scared and nervous

lingering looks - fluff, idol romance u, POWER COUPLEEEEEEE, I love it, this could be us but he playin

marriage -married life au, dad!wonu, his daughter (a child) wants to marry uncle gyu so he goes on cardiac arrest bc there´s no mf way bUT at least it wasnt soonyoung

workplace crush - work au, co-worker!wonu, I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM AS "THE IT DEPARTAMENT CRUSH"!!!!! I would have had to quit, it´s too much

cat and mouse - smut, kinda red flag!wonu, "Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever." FLSDUKFJHSLDKJFH

arguments - smut, “You remember how I dealt with that little attitude of yours last time?”  he´s a cocky mf

wisdom tooth surgery - fluff, reader is out of it bc of anesthesia and she cant believeee mingyu´s hot rommie is her mans, it´s a nice read

bruised - angst, fluffy ending, break up au, tough guy wonu but he´s actually a cutie pie, he´s careless about his safety, I LOVE ITTT, the angst is gewd

what you need - smut, shy!reader, soft dom!wonwoo, praise kink, JEON MF WONWOO I- LSFHSKDJFHLSJDFLH this made me blush yall, the ending too sdfksdfkh

mingyu

birthday boy - fluff, f2l, the fLIRTING!!??, i honestly blushed, my eyes got watery and everythin, i HATE IT (not) bc why is he so dreamy every TIME??, also,,, the make out sesh?? MY GODDD, i swear I felt it. he. is. inloveeeeee

first kiss - fluff, established relationship, he IS going to kiss you or else,,,,the man is obsessed

he´s big - smut, size kink,"daddy's too big for you? s'okay, princess, you can do it. you can take it. you're my good girl." CALL THE MF POLICE RN!!!!1!!!!! iminlove

big buff gyu - smut, manhandling, dom!gyu, “look at me, let me see you cry, baby” STOOOOOPPPP sksdfnslflfwkf

beach boobs babes - smut, beach au, chubby reader, big boobs, he´s suffering sfjfjdhdjdh, HE´S COCKY,, literally, shit talker, titty fuckin, he likes thicc girlsssss

pup code - fluff, smut, crack, size kink kinda, mingyu has a fat crushhhh, lowkey himbo vibes, he gets so nervous lmao, jeonghan is a lil shit, somebody help mingyu omg, wonwoo is a victim!!!!!, “I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” jefjrejufriuj

sleepy talk - fluff, married au, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Sweetheart, we’re married.”

his girl - smut, angst, emotionally unavailable reader, whipped mingyu, “i’ll fuck you forever.. as long as you want. fuck you ‘til you never wanna leave again”

funfetti - bf!gyu, birthday au, so FLUFFY I WANNA CRYYYYYYYYYY love him sm :(

hybe romance - idol!gyu, idol!reader, fluff, love itttttttttttt, THOSE PICS OF MINGYU ON PART 2 LORDDDD, if I was an idol hanging out with the 97 squad i´d be a hOE, no questions asked, bunch of men i want to fucc sitting together would be the end of me

pussy drunk - smut, pussy whipped, "i'm legit gonna kill myself if we dont fuck again", HE NEED SOME MIL

creep - smut, halloween au, serial killer!gyu, ghost!gyu, jeonghan is always starting some shit I swear, this is DIFFERENTTT and the smut is so good yall PLEASE read it

first morning together - fluff, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :((((((( ihateithere

warm on a cold night - fluff, college au, bsf to lovers, it´s cute

daddy - smut, lowkey fluff, dom!mingy, daddy kink, SIZE KINK are we even surprised atp?, innocent! reader

drunk giant - drunk!mingyu, bc why would he try to challenge cheol to a drinking game??, wonwoo is tired, and somebody get hoshi´s lips off of seokmin!

gym and thirst - smut, those pics of mingYU NAUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF SDKHWEYWRAWRRAWRAWR bc why tf would joshua do that for????? pls I love big men

mingyu´s cause of death - FLUFF, bf!gyu, this made me really want to cry myself to sleep from the beggining bc there´S NO WAAAAAAAAYYYYY :´´) so cute #simp #whipped

heater - fluff, gyu is cold,,,or is he not, “you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” “maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,”

stain on the sink - fluff, e.r, slice of life, sex joke, you bleach his hair, is so domestic idkidk

cuffing season - smut, richbf!mingyu, he got a black card, good money, good job, loves spoiling you AND he´s wearing the wife beater - grey sweats combo??????? CUFF HIM UP NAAAOWWW, AND AND AND he also makes sure to fuck you without ruining your hair and nails that HE PAID FOR!!!!!! BUT since he gets a lil carried away and you chipped a nail he gives 300 dollar$$$ to get it fiixed right away LIKE????? god please when is it my turn to be happy

worshipping you - smut, sub!gyu, a short one but WHEEEWW

wet sound - smut, short one, THE DIRTY TALK!!!!!! I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM bc wdym he makes her shut up so she can listen to her wet coochie sOUNDS????? call 911 rn

kitty - smut, THE VISUALS??!?!??! the way this played in my mind had me shook

trouble - fluff, non-idol!gyu, you´re his pretty mess, lowkey brat reader, in love gyu, baking cookies with his cute lil helper sdfljsdfljh :( its cute

vernon

vernon loves your face - he´s so in love omg, sdsdkfj it´s so cute

coffee talk - fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

no studying for you - smut, he isn´t letting you study, “Hansol! For the love of fuck!” “Yeah that’s me, I love to fuck,” what?? dkdsfjfj

bias - fluff, slice of life, idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

vocal unit

woozi

joshua

bad joke - angst, fluff, calling you clingy

tom and jerry - smau, fluff, crack, text au, SOMEBODY COME GET JISOO LMAOO, he´s doing too much

mr. nice guy - smut, next door neighbors au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

seokmin

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

perfect man - smut, he´s a gentleman, reader makes the mf move and I would have too

jeonghan

2am conversations - slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

such a flirt - fluff, he keeps on flirting but has a breakdown when you flirt back lmao, cute

call me by his name - smut, softdom! wannabe harddom! hannie, hSLFDHSLKFH I CAN REALLY SEE THIS HAPPENING idk idk

the long way - model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

seungkwan

dance unit

hoshi

why do you love me? - fluff, blurb, so cute

too hot - very suggestive, naaaahhhh he was done for before it even started

first time - smut, fluff, crack, they´re both dumb, reader is boldddd lmao, #couplegoals

drunk and in love - fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

junhui

jun realizes he has a size kink - blurb, smut, the words he SAIDD I-, in my opinion it was too short!1! that was some good stuff

how badly do you want this? - smut, oral, 7 mins in heaven, it´s hottt

minghao

lollipops and candy bars - smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

chan

[thecampjuicebox]

Hi! I would absolutely love shameless smut Astarion x f!Tav (or f!reader) with some oral ministrations ^-^

Hi sweets! Your wish is my commend! I've been waitin' for this one. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this.

Hunger

Pairing: Tav(f) x Astarion

POV: 2nd person (Reader is Tav)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral (f/m giving/receiving), biting, choking, Dom Astarion x Sub Tav, gentle face slapping

Sleep eludes you this particular night, your brain running through the recent events of the past few days. The nautiloid, the tadpoles, gathering this seemingly harmless band of misfits, it's all so.. Strange. Before waking up in the grasp of the mindflayers, your life was simple. A merchant and artist in Baldur's Gate. During the day, you were peddling your wares to the higher society of the city, making a name for yourself amongst the lords and ladies. You specialized in jewelry, mostly. Adorning the necks of the wealthy with the finest jewels Faerun has to offer. You breathe slowly, eyelashes fluttering at the memory. You'd had your fair share of meetings with some of the most eligible fellows in the upper city because of your line of work. Each one of them powerful, wealthy. Insanely wealthy. You've danced with Lordlings, held hands with Dukes, even been bedded by a magistrate or two. None of them compared to the pale skinned elf you happened to pick up after the crash. Astarion. He's so.. Different. Your mind reels at the very idea of him and you fidget in your bedroll.

Tired eyes snap open at the sudden sound of shuffling beside you, the sight of that very elf leaning over you with fangs bared sending you into a daze. He widens his eyes at you, backing away slowly. "Shit." You hurry to your feet, taking a defensive stance towards the intruder. He blinks at you innocently.

"I-It's not what it looks like! I swear!"

Crossing your arms over your chest, you eye him for a moment, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"I wasn't going to hurt you.. I just need, well, blood."

Shit. You stare at him blankly for a moment, mind racing. It all makes so much sense now. His lack of appetite, his blatantly obvious sneaking off at night, the dead boar your group found on the bridge to the Blighted Village. Perfectly drained of blood from no more than two little pinholes in its neck. Of course. He's a vampire. You pause for a moment, considering the implications of your discovery. Heat travels down your spine and stings in your core. You stand firm, furrowing your eyebrows to seem angrier than you really are.

"I can't believe I didn't see it. We even found your last meal lying in the road. Clever of you to act so naïve about the situation. Bravo."

His posture straightens and he places his hands on his hips, lips curving into that devilish grin that makes your knees week. The vampire quirks an eyebrow at you then drags his eyes down your body before meeting your eyes again. His intense gaze makes you shiver. Picking at your fingernails, you chew your bottom lip nervously and kick your foot at the dirt beneath you. Astarion drums his fingers against his hip bones.

"I usually feed on animals. Boars, Kobolds, whatever I can find really. But right now I'm too slow. Too weak. If I could just have a little blood.. I could fight better."

You nod slowly and weigh your options. This could help him. You need him strong to fight the massive hoards of enemies you and your group seem to continuously encounter. What's a little bite? You smirk at your next thought, cheeks unknowingly burning hot the moment the idea crosses your mind. You'll also have the chance to be deliciously close to the vampling. No, don't think like that. The tadpole squirms with excitement in your brain, making you wince slightly at the sudden movement behind your eyes. You sigh and straighten your posture.

"Fine. But not a drop more than you need."

"What? I- Okay. Yes. Perfectly reasonable. Shall we make ourselves comfortable?"

Astarion motions towards his dimly lit tent and you nod, keeping a death grip on your bottom lip between your teeth. His hand rests at the small of your back to guide you into the cramped living space, the gentle yet dominant gesture making your knees nearly buckle underneath you. His breath is warm on your ear. "Lie down." Without hesitation, you lower yourself knees first to his bedroll, a quiet growl rumbling in the vampire's chest as he watches you closely. You choke back a quiet whimper, clearing your throat quickly. Astarion moves next to you and smiles, giving your shoulder a gentle push to lower you the rest of the way to the plush surface beneath you. A trembling hand moves up to cup the back of your head.

"Stay still for me.."

Before you can respond the vampire bares his fangs, moving in to plunge them deep into the sensitive flesh of your neck. Icy hot pain courses through you, each vein in your body simultaneously burning. You whimper up into Astarion's ear. The hand on the back of your head tightens its grip, holding onto your soft hair now. Your mouth falls open at the tension on the back of your head. "A-Astarion.." Is all you can say as his tongue laps at the fresh wounds on your neck, little grunts of enjoyment vibrating your skin. You mewl at the new sensation and grab a fistful of his shirt, desperately pulling him closer to you. He finally breaks contact with your neck, gazing down at you with drunken eyes.

"Gods, you're.. Delicious.."

Little black spots speckle your vision as you try to focus on Astarion's face, a woozy feeling rushing over you suddenly. He must've been starving, he's basically drained you and left you on empty. Your heart thumps in your ears. Soft hands push the hair from your face before resting on your cheeks, giving the now sickly pale skin a few little gentle slaps. A devilish grin thins your lips.

"That was incredible. I feel incredible."

...

Late night feedings have become a regular thing for you and Astarion. You reveled in the intimate way he'd hold you close to him to ensure you wouldn't move, hand tangling in your hair to keep your neck steady. It left you needy every single time, often excusing yourself to a secluded part in the woods to relieve the urges, the freedom to be as loud as you want. Tonight is one of those nights.

Astarion stands and wipes his lips with the back of his hand, licking the remnants of your blood carefully from his skin. He groans happily before helping you back to your feet. You smile and say your goodbyes quickly, dashing out of the tent. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your footsteps to fall silent before peaking his head out of his tent, scanning around for you. He spots you ducking into the woods and pure curiosity wills him to follow. "Where in the hells is she going?" Astarion slinks out of his tent and picks up on your scent like a lost dog, carefully following your trail. He crouches low, making sure to leave a decent amount of distance between you so you don't detect his presence.

You tip toe through the thick foliage, leaves quietly crunching under your boots. Stopping in your usual clearing, you sigh heavily, carefully scoping out the area for any intruders before lowering yourself to the ground. Shaky fingers unlace your boots and kick them off in a rush, fumbling with the ties on your shirt. You groan with anticipation and fling the garment to the side, standing up to quickly shimmy out of your leathers. Goosebumps raise all over your pale skin at the cool night air and you slide out of your underwear last, a sticky puddle of arousal staining the fabric. You toss those aside, eyes doing another once-over of the land. No one in sight. You lean against a large oak tree and stare up at the sky, gulping down the massive lump in your throat. You're so desperate for release. So needy. So wet. You close your eyes and allow your fingers to travel over your chest, little whimpers escaping your dry throat as you carefully circle your painfully erect nipples. You give one a pinch, grinding your hips at the air. "F-Fuck.."

Astarion breeches the thick line of trees and enters the clearing quietly, eyes roaming the area in search of you. He catches a glimpse of your boots and smirks, gaze flicking to your pile of clothes. "The little devil." His pointy ears perk up at your moan and he leans in the direction of the sound, holding his breath for a moment to listen even closer. Stifling a moan of his own, he moves towards the tree you're leaning against, eyes fixed on your profile. Without noticing the intruder, your fingers slide down your abdomen, muscles flexing at the feather light touch before hungrily dipping between your folds. You tilt your head higher, jaw falling open as you collect your arousal on your fingers and carefully shimmy your feet further apart to give yourself more room to work. Your knees buckle, your belly aches with desire, your skin burns for attention. Astarion moves in closer, the sound of his shuddering breath causing you to freeze. Your eyes snap open.

"W-who's there? I swear to the gods above, I'll kill you."

The vampire moves into view, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip to moisten the skin. He steps in front of you, placing both hands on the tree to trap you between his body and the tall oak. You gaze up at him, blinking in embarrassment.

"Having all of this fun without me, pet? I'm hurt."

"I.. I just.. Didn't want to bother you with asking. Wasn't sure you'd be interested?"

"Hmph. May I?"

You nod quickly at his question, pushing your hips forward. Astarion tuts, reaching a hand down to rub over your sensitive mound, earning a strained moan. He leans in close to your ear, exhaling slowly before biting at your lobe, a low growl building in his belly.

"At least you had the decency to consider my feelings. How sweet of you."

He presses a single digit to your clit and rubs slow circles, cooing into your ear after each of your whimpers as he gradually picks up speed. Both of your hands find the front of his shirt and give it a rough tug to pull him closer to you, hips bucking up against his touch. He licks a slow, hot stripe up the side of your neck, the still fresh bite mark stinging from his saliva. You chew your lip for a moment, releasing the flesh to whisper up at him.

"May I touch you?"

His fingers pause at your words and he stares down at you, expression melting into one of almost sadness. No one has ever asked to touch him as sweetly as you just did. He's so used to being just a body, a toy. Someone for people to play with as they please. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes and he blinks them away quickly. You back yourself against the tree and wait for his response, hands resting at your sides, The vampire nods down at you, mumbling a soft "Please." You flash a sweet smile up at him, placing your hands on his chest and slowly sliding them down his slender body, falling to your knees. He gasps at the touch, head tilting up towards the sky. A hand instinctively rests on the back of your head.

"If at any point you get uncomfortable, please tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

He beams down at you, bottom lip quivering. You quickly undo the lacing on his leathers and press gentle kisses to his already stiff cock through the fabric, Astarion grasping a handful of your hair in response. You giggle to yourself and tug his leathers down carefully. "Mm.." His eyes darken with lust. He tugs your hair to tilt your head up, forcing you to look at him. His hand leaves your hair and circles around your neck, fingers fitting perfectly in the subtle indents just below your jawline. You grunt at the sudden restriction of air.

"Such a good pet. So obedient for me. I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your throat. Can you do that?"

You groan and nod up at him, face turning red from the lack of oxygen. He releases your neck, giving your cheek a gentle slap before grasping your jaw firmly, fingers sliding upwards to squish your cheeks together.

"Good girl."

You mewl at the roughness of his hands, cunt dripping onto your thick thighs. He releases your face and frees his cock from the constricting leather. You part your knees and slide a hand down between them, fingers swirling around in the mess. Astarion grasps his cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps before pressing the weeping tip to your lips, swiping the pre-cum around your cheeks and mouth.

"Open."

You obey happily, parting your lips and letting your tongue lull out, a thin line of drool falling onto your chest. The vampire taps his throbbing member against your tongue, swiping it back and forth before shoving it as far into your mouth as he can. Your lips wrap tightly around the base as he bottoms out. His head falls back, jaw slack from the warmth of your mouth. You bob your head carefully after giving yourself a moment to adjust to his girth in your throat and your fingers move furiously against your clit, slick coating your trembling hand. Your free hand sits firm on the ground beneath you to hold you steady. Astarions hands move to your hair, grabbing a fistful on each side of your head to keep you in place as he fucks into your throat, groaning with each thrust. Drool spills out of the corners of your mouth when he pushes in. He pauses his thrusts and slides his boot between your legs, gritting his teeth before growling down at you.

"Fuck yourself on my boot like a good pet. Show me how needy you are."

You scoot closer on your knees, lowering yourself onto the shiny top of his boot and you grind your hips into the leather, both arms wrapping around his leg to hold you steady. He resumes his quick thrusts into your throat, rhythm beginning to falter as he nears his end. He gasps for air. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You stick your tongue out once more to rub against the underside of his cock, earning a loud moan from the pale elf towering above you. "Gods, please. I'm so close." His voice is desperate now, tough exterior crumbling in front of you. He bucks his hips furiously into your face, the tip of his cock brushing the very back of your throat and you stifle a gag, only earning another moan at the way your throat tightens around him. You grind down roughly onto his boot still, slick coating the black leather. He snaps, completely coming undone, hot ropes of cum shooting into the back of your throat and you swallow quickly, making sure to milk every last drop. The vampire shudders and pulls himself away from you and you keen at the emptiness, a string of drool and cum still connecting the two you of you. You flick your tongue out to collect the fluid, hips still moving in a slow steady motion and you gasp as he lifts his foot into you slightly.

"Filthy."

You grin, moaning up at him, chest heaving as you gasp for air. Swift hands yank you up off of the ground, your back slamming into the oak tree behind you. Astarion's lips crash to yours and you melt in his embrace. His tongue wrestles for dominance in your mouth, the taste of him still lingering there. You groan into his mouth quietly and wrap one leg around his waist, the other still supporting your weight. The kiss feels like it goes on for years, lips moving in perfect harmony. This is perfect. He is perfect. Astarion pulls away from your lips and you whine at the lack of touch, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

"May I taste you, pet?"

Astarion's sudden change of tone makes your heart flutter and you nod quickly, resting your ass against the tree. He kneels carefully, nose leaving a soft trail down your hip bone and to the top of your mound. He presses gentle kisses there for a moment. Your hips twitch, a hand reaching out to stroke his hair back lovingly. Without warning, he lifts you up, tossing your legs over his shoulders, pinning you up in the air against the tree. His hands rest under your thighs, spreading your legs apart as far as your hips will allow, opening you up to him. You gasp and reach your hands up above your head to grip the thick trunk. Astarion dips his tongue between your folds and licks a long stripe to your clit then back down, spreading your thick juices around. He groans at your taste. His lips work against your clit now, sucking the sensitive nub between them, creating a tight seal. You cry out in pleasure, back bowing upwards. The sensations knock the wind out of you. Waves of pleasure send you into a daze as he shoves his tongue into your slit, teeth carefully scraping your clit. His fingers dig into your plush thighs, leaving little indents that will surely bruise. You whine and grind your hips against his tongue. He grins, sticking his tongue out, allowing you to take control and you happily oblige, grinding your aching clit against his warm tongue.

"Gods, Astarion I'm gonna-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the vampire wraps his lips around your clit once more, tongue lapping furiously at the bundle of nerves. Electricity pulses up your spine, your climax exploding inside of you. You fall apart in his arms, crying his name out to the empty clearing, his mouth still working you through your release. The over stimulation causes you to writhe in his embrace and you desperately push on his forehead, doing anything you can to escape his hungry mouth. He chuckles and lowers you to your feet, hands resting on your hips now to hold you steady. He licks his lips, pressing a wet kiss to yours. You shudder at the taste of yourself. Astarion leans in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your collar bone and you sigh happily. His voice is low and sultry, breathing still labored.

"You're absolutely divine, my sweet."

You giggle shyly and wrap your arms around the vampire's thin waist, helping him tug his leathers back up into place. Gently trailing your fingers along the skin just above his pants, you gaze up into his eyes, lids lowering. The vampire shudders at your touch, pulling you into a tight hug. Your heart thumps in your chest.

"You're not so bad yourself."

[the-really-lonely-mountain]

Along for the ride, to Erebor - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the first part for the second movie.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too detailed, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), this chapter is domestic as hell, sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it

Word Count: 4,977

A/N: Hey y'all!! It's been a crazy couple of months let me tell ya! good god! I've decided to finally post the next part of the story to tumblr despite it not having been beta read. I'll use you guys as my guinea pigs lol so if you see anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I'm begging you to please tell me. I can't wait to hear what you think about my pride and joy! <3

Image credit: @iamjaynaemarie

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

The company climbed down the tall rock into the forest below. Having rested on the long flight over, everyone was prepared for a day of walking. Nothing notable happened except innocent conversation to pass the time and the forging of grapes with Bilbo for a snack.

The sun dipped closer to the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees. Thorin found a small river to make camp nearby. Gloin made the fire then Bombur started cooking the food. While the stew was being made, Fili and Kili practiced their swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of Thorin and Dwalin to provide guidance. The dwarves had found a log and brought it over beside the fire. You knelt in the grass on the fire’s side parallel to the log. The others were leaning against it on the opposite side, smoking pipes and making jokes and commentary about the training. You pulled out your thread spools and measured out the first color. You realized you didn’t have scissors and asked the merry gathering in front of you if they did.

“Nah lass,” Dori said, “Our weapons aren’t sharp enough to cut thread, they’ll only fray it” He kicked Nori to quiet him when he started to protest the quality of his weapons, “You’ll want to ask Thorin to borrow his sword.”

You swallowed thickly and looked over at the man in question where he stood with his arms crossed next to Dwalin. He always intimated you but approaching him alone to ask a favor made anxiety spike straight through you.

They were several feet away, but the clanging of metal was still quite loud. The brothers had removed their shirts, as men often did, to escape the insulated heat it provided. Not that you were complaining, eye candy is always welcome in a world of forests and furs.

You timidly approached the taller man as he instructed the brothers. You waited till they started fighting again to say in a shy voice: “Um Thorin?”

He glanced at you to acknowledge your inquisition, “Yes, what is it?” He sounded impatient.

“May I please borrow your sword?” You pointed to the weapon strapped to his side, “I need it to cut some thread” You tried not to sound as scared and skittish as you felt. He looked at you blankly for a moment, surprised by your question.

Kili threw his brother back several feet, allowing him a few seconds to turn to you with a confident smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Kili said, making you and Thorin look at him. You couldn’t help but smile and sheepishly blush as you tried not to ogle his ripped upper body dripping in sweat.

“Hi Kili” you swayed back and forth a little without realizing it. Thorin took note of your fond reaction to his nephew.

Fili let out a mighty roar as he jumped on the back of his brother, taking advantage of his distraction. The dwarves on the log laughed and you giggled at them as they goaded each other on.

“I’ve got you now brother!” Fili triumphantly exclaimed.

“I think not!” Kili replied with a strong thrusting attack.

Thorin sighed, “Very well” He untied his sheathed sword from his belt and handed it to you. You thanked him and began walking back to your previous spot. He looked at the line of dwarves who were still chuckling lightly against the log, “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself” he said to them. They all nodded, including Balin who found this ironic remembering their conversation about leaving you in Rivendell. It would seem the dwarf king was taking a liking to you.

You kneeled, unsheathed the great Goblin Cleaver a few inches, and positioned the hilt between your knees, so it stayed standing on its spine. You measured 7 lengths of thread at about three feet and rubbed them against the fine elfin blade which cut them in one pass to make makeshift embroidery thread. You repeated that 5 times to end up with two groups of pink, two groups of blue, and one group of black thread. You did your best to keep them separated as you bunched them together to fold them in half and tie a loop at the end that you could hook onto a button of your coat. You sheathed the sword and returned it to Thorin knowing he wouldn’t like being without his weapon. You sat on the side of the log with everyone else and secured your coat in your lap so you could pull taught against the threads. You separated the threads and began knotting them over and across each other like how you learned to make friendship bracelets at summer camp. It gave your hands something to do as you sat idly watching the boys trash talk then turn serious and start fighting again.

“What are ya makin’ Y/N?” Ori asked as he watched you.

“I’m making a bracelet” You replied, pleased to see the others taking an interest in your crafting.

“Why’s that lass?” Bifur leaned over to see what you were doing exactly.

“So I can eventually make one for everyone else” You explained how it’s a tradition of sorts in your world to make bracelets for those you care about as a show of kinship and the enduring strength of your friendship and bond. “Since I can’t fight beside you all on the battlefield yet, I thought this could be another way I show my commitment to the company” You smiled at the group. You’d grown very fond of them during your travels and hoped they enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs.

“That’s a very sweet tradition, Y/N,” Balin said, “We look forward to receiving your gifts” The rest of the dwarves confirmed it with ‘Aye’s and a strong nod of the head.

“Supper!” Bombur called while stirring the pot. Everyone got in line except the training group who was going one last round. You all sat down in your previous spots along the log to see the finale of the night’s training.

You finished your dinner quickly so you could take advantage of the distracted troublemakers as well as the river on the other side of the hill. You grabbed your bag and told Gandalf you were going to the river to wash up. You knew he’d keep an eye on the dwarf who often followed you like a puppy and missed you when you weren’t by his side.

You see, Kili had to share most of his things with his brother; toys, motherly attention, food, and this included the women he was interested in. They usually fell for Fili because he was more mature, older, and looked more dwarfish than Kili who had very fine features for a dwarf and was five years younger than his brother. He initially assumed it would happen again with you, so when you didn’t show any interest in his brother, only in him, he couldn’t put into words how happy it made him.

At the river’s edge, you placed your bag and makeshift towel (your shirt from your old world) on a rock and took off your clothes. The water was chilly but nothing a sit by the fire couldn’t fix. You washed your hair and body with the elfish soap you got in Rivendell. As you rinsed in the steady current of the water your thoughts began to wander to what Gandalf said about your predicament.

You felt pulled to Kili, he brought comfort and calmness to a feeling you didn’t even know was in need. His smile and his laugh, every memory and moment you made and shared with the handsome prince of Erebor begged you to stay in Middle Earth.

It was decided then.

When you stood to squeeze the water from your hair you noticed the sun was beginning to set. The others would want to bathe too, or at the very least wash their hands. You dried off and dressed and took a deep breath to enjoy the welcomed privacy one last time.

You reappeared beside the wizard, “Thank you, Gandalf, that was very much needed” You sat next to him on the ground in front of the fire to warm up. “I may be traveling with brutes, but I needn’t smell like one” You joked. He chuckled over his pipe at this.

“I’ve decided to stay here Gandalf.” You informed him. “Something about this place is calling me to stay.” You needn’t tell him about the intense pull to Kili, right?

“Splendid my dear,” He smiled fondly at your decision. “I’m sure you’ll find Middle earth rather agreeable.”

You smiled up at him, happy to have his support.

The boys were still going at it. Kili was making a great effort, but Fili got the upper hand, making Kili’s sword fly out of his hand and sail through the air to stick in the ground. Kili kept fighting though, trying to get Fili’s sword from him. Fili had to force him to the ground with his arms pinned before Kili surrendered.

“Good job lads, good work,” Thorin said as he helped them up. Coins were exchanged against the log from the bets the company members made. The boys started walking towards their bags, but Kili swerved at the last moment to approach you. Your hair was still slightly damp from the river, so it was obvious you’d just bathed. Being the mischievous sweaty dirt-covered mess he was, Kili held his arms out to you for a hug. You watched him in horror as he continued to walk towards you.

“Ew, no Kili stop!” You held your hand up to stop him but to no avail.

“Awe Y/N, just one hug?” Kili pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

You quickly stood and laugh a little at his persistence, “Don’t you fucking dare!” you said and dashed away.

“Come on Y/N, no need to play hard to get!” Kili strained as he chased you around the log and back toward your bags.

“Aaahh!” You made a sharp turn to narrowly avoid a grimy Fili, who stepped in your path, the little shit. This closed the gap so Kili could grab your arm and pull you toward him.

“Nonononononono!” you pleaded as he wrapped his beefy arms around your shoulders, making sure to rub his sweaty dirty face against your hair and pet the side of your face with his equally dirty hand. “Kili!” you drew out the last syllable in complaint.

“You smell so good” He had the nerve to say.

“You smell like Ori’s unwashed socks!” You pushed at his chest still trying to get away. Everyone chuckled at this. “Get off me, ya big olaf” you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, “I’m not coming anywhere near you till you bathe,” you said dead serious, and pointed to the river.

“As you wish” Kili bowed with a smirk, he grabbed his bag on his way to the river to join his brother. You sat in your by the fire with a small smile that seemed permanent whenever you were around him.

You were working on your bracelet when the brothers returned. The sun had dipped below the horizon making darkness seep into the crevasses of the world. Kili sat behind you on the same long stone Gandalf was perched on and touched the ends of your miraculously dry hair (the elvish soap is magic idk). You stiffened at the unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome contact.

“Can I braid your hair Y/N?” he asked innocently as pink dusted his cheeks. You whipped around aggressively, pulling your hair out of his hand in the process.

“No cause you’re just going to get it all tangled and I’m going to have to spend all night brushing it out!” You weren’t looking forward to that, you thought he was just trying to prank you. Kili’s pout was as cute as ever.

“My dear,” Gandalf budded in before Kili could sulk away, “Braiding hair in dwarfish culture is similar to your tradition of making bracelets for friends, but they take it much more seriously.”

“How much more seriously?” You asked, intrigued about the nature of Kili proposition.

“It’s like…” The wizard took a draw from his pipe while he thought of the words to properly explain it to you, “asking someone to dance, it’s special and a more intimate way of getting to know someone.”

“So, like a date?” You tilted your head in question. You understood his analogy; braiding allows both people to show their level of craftsmanship and commitment, with the added benefit of practicality and looking very nice in the end when done with love and care.

“A bit” Gandalf smiled at your naiveite, “Just know our dear Kili is not trying to prank you when he asks to braid your hair, quite the opposite” He took another draw from his pipe and looked back at the fire.

“In that case, you may braid my hair Kee” You flipped your hair back over your shoulder. You couldn’t see the beaming smile that grew on his handsome face. You dug through your bag to find the hairbrush and other trinkets from Rivendell which you handed to Kili. He kept them in his lap while he brushed your hair. If he came across a knot, he was sure to be incredibly gentle. You enjoyed the physical contact and attention very much.

“Any requests?” He asked sounding confident in his abilities.

“Whatever you think would look best” You couldn’t help but smile a little.

He used your brush to part your hair down the middle. He started braiding at your nape closest to the part. After that you didn’t pay very much attention to what he was doing, instead just relished the experience.

He finished one side and secured it with a bead from your stash, “How’s that feel, too tight?”, he asked and adjusted pieces here and there to make it lay perfectly.

“It feels great!” You chirped happily. You reached a hand to feel what he’d done so far but he shooed it away.

“Not yet, you’ll ruin the surprise!” He started working on the other side.

By the time he was done, you were so relaxed you’d almost fallen asleep on his leg.

“Done!” he said, you could tell he was very pleased with his work, “How do you like it?” He sounded a bit nervous.

You ran your fingers over the braids, feeling how they turned and curved at certain points and went straight in others.

“Kili this is amazing!” You said, very happy with the state of your hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thank you!” You looked back at him with a smile that was as big as his.

“I’m afraid I can't properly reciprocate though, I don’t know how to braid hair like this, I can only do normal braids.” You regretted never having learned how to French braid now more than ever. “If that’s how this works” You quickly corrected in a slight panic.

He was elated you wanted to return his deed at all, “That’s fine!” He tried not to sound too excited and be cool about it, “I can teach you if you want” he offered.

“I’d appreciate that!” You smiled.

You switched places, so he was sitting between your legs facing the fire. The position was innocent, but his thoughts were anything but. Images of your face beautifully contorted in pleasure from his tongue exploring your most private and intimate parts were most welcomed.

“May I take this out?” you lightly touched the silver clip that held his hair out of his face.

“Sure” He happily shrugged. You dug through his brown hair where the clasp was supposed to be, but your trembling hands couldn’t find it in all his hair.

After he heard you huffing and puffing and hadn’t felt his hair fall from the clip he asked in a soft voice, “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you sighed, embarrassed you couldn’t even get a damn clip undone. He reached back, and struggled for a few seconds but undid the clasp, and handed it to you.

While you brushed his hair you thought of what you should do to it, or more what you could do with his hair given your limited abilities. You brushed through a few knots if any.

“I think I know what I want to try to do,” You touched the sides of his head just above his temple, “I want to do two small braids on the sides of your head, but I want the topmost part of your hair not to be braided.”

“Let’s try it!” He explained how you needed to part the hair and how to get started. You had his head lying against your thigh in an admittedly awkward and uncomfortable position, but he was quite the trooper. You had to restart the first braid three times but, in the end, he talked you through it and you tied it off with a bead.

“How did you learn to braid so well” you asked, struggling to grip all the pieces of the second braid properly and not pull the strands out of his head.

“My mother was insistent I learned. She knew my brother would have no trouble learning this facet of courting, but she feared I would spend all my time shooting arrows and never learn how to properly court girls.” He talked fondly of the memories, “So one summer when I was about to come of age, I came home from running amuck every day and she’d sit me down at her tapestry’s and make me braid the tassels that ran around the border.”

“Were you any good?” You asked curiously.

“Oh yes, I was very good! For a while, I was even better than Fili!” He was very proud of that.

“Why did he get better than you? Lean forward please,” you politely asked.

“He’s quite the lady’s man, so he had plenty of girls to practice on,” Kili sounded like that brought up memories that weren’t very pleasant. You finished the second braid with a bead like the first.

“Lay your head down for me again” You softly asked, gingerly guiding his head to lay against your other thigh, “Awe, baby Kili didn’t get any coochie did he” You fake pouted to tease him, gently scratching his scalp absentmindedly while you rested your neck for a moment. He liked it, more than he’d care to admit. “I’m in the same boat I’m afraid” You parted the other side of his hair.

“Oh? How so?” He was very surprised by this, “I’d have thought men were practically throwing themselves at you.” This made you laugh and blush.

“I’m awfully flattered you think that highly of me…” You took a moment to focus on a particularly difficult part, “But men from my world didn’t talk to me.”

“I find that completely unbelievable.” He was floored by this.

“I’m serious! I was never asked out on a date and the few times I asked for someone’s number they turned out to be self-centered losers with a ton of issues” You hated how much time you’d wasted on them. He couldn’t wrap his head around that and had to hold his tongue from proclaiming his thoughts of your perfection.

He turned to look at you despite your protests, “Then they are truly blind,” He couldn’t have been more sincere. His eyes blazed in the firelight with a mix of ferocity and sadness on your behalf.

“Thank you, Kee,” You smiled at him. He assumed his previous position so you could end the braid with a bead like the two before and then started on the last one, “And those silly girls are truly blind as well.” You wanted to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.

You were both in your own little world, where the troubles of the outside couldn’t get to you…or the onlookers and peanut gallery for that matter. Gandalf had moved to sit with the company who had been watching from across the fire on the other side of the log since Kili finished your first braid. They couldn’t quite hear your conversation, but they knew their beloved Kili was having the time of his life.

Fili was very proud of his brother. He talked about you all the time, was looking at you all the time; the man was whipped. Fili had to hear about you the entire time he was bathing, poor thing, and he finally got fed up with his brother not making a move.

“Kili, just ask to braid her hair for god’s sake” Fili huffed while he waited for his brother to finish in the river. Kili’s eyes lit up like a forge with the breath from bellows, and his face flushed like he did when he hammered out a new blade.

“I think I will,” Kili nodded, distracted by thoughts of engaging in such an informal and somewhat intimate act.

Thorin was very pleased you were trying to repay his nephew’s advances in equal measure. He’d seen the poor boy flounder with crushes in the past as he tended to be immature, and girls mistook that for uncaring and unable to provide. Something about you brought out the best in his nephew though, he’d never seen him act so mature, for this Thorin was willing to stay some of his distrust and pessimistic opinions about outsiders, at the very least about you.

By the time you finished the last braid, Kili had made himself very comfortable against your leg, with his arm wrapped around your calf, fidgeting with the laces of your boot. He looked so tranquil you hesitated to tell him you’d finished, not ready to leave the sanctuary you were in. You leaned back against your hand while you stared into the fire and gently scratched the nape of his neck.

He hummed half asleep, “Mmm that feels good,” His words were a little slurred, but it made him all the cuter.

You stayed like that till your bottom began to protest the hard rock beneath you. He was right on the cusp of sleep when you shook your leg beneath him, gentle with guilt.

“Kili, I gotta get up,” You softly tried to rouse him. He hummed in protest. “Besides, don’t you want to know how the braids turned out?” You admired your work with pride.

He sat up and stretched to wake his muscles then ran a hand over his new braids, “Wow Y/N! These are so good!” He looked back at you impressed, “You picked up on that fast!”

“Thanks, Kee!” You blushed as you ran a hand over the intricate lines in your hair, “They aren’t half as good as yours, but I think I did great for my first time” You smiled, pleased with yourself.

“Come show us!” someone from the log called, followed by various iterations of the same thing from others. Ever supportive, they were eager to see what you’d both made.

Kili stood and you followed him to the log. You turned so he could show off his creation. The dwarves were very impressed, a few coming up to inspect closer. When Kili turned to show your work, the company was even more impressed given it was your first time.

“Next time you’ll have to make beads for her, Kee” Fili teased making him and Bofur laugh at how Kili blushed.

“Make beads? What does that mean?” You asked the group in confusion.

“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Thorin said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. “For now, we shall rest” With that everyone began prepping their bedding for the night.

You laid your bed roll beside Kili’s like usual, but Bombur reminded you to clean the dishes before they were put away. Gandalf accompanied you so you could see with the light of his staff. Everyone was asleep when you returned to camp, except Thorin who was on watch.

When you sat on your bedroll, which was naturally next to Kili’s, he looked up at you, barely awake with a dopey smile.

“You look so pretty,” he said quietly, drawing out the last syllable of pretty. Red bloomed over your cheeks and down your neck. He loved your hair like that, he loved it even more that he was the one who did it.

“Go to sleep, Kee,” You whispered so you didn’t wake the others, but couldn’t help but smile as you lay on your bedroll next to him.

“But then I can’t look at you” He pouted, quite distraught about this revelation in his sleepy daze.

“Well, no, I suppose you can’t…” You nibbled your bottom lip as you thought of a solution, “Would holding hands appease you, sleepy prince?” you asked and held out the hand that wasn’t cuddling your coat to your chest. He was too out of it to catch your nickname for him. He nodded and held your hand in his, making both your hearts beat just a little faster.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your face against your coat to find a comfortable position. You could feel his eyes on you.

You opened your eyes to see him staring directly at you, “Good night, Kili” you said in a strong nonnegotiable tone.

He hummed and smiled and closed his eyes, “Good night, Y/N.”

~~~

Kili felt your hand grow tighter around his, drawing him from sleep. Then he felt you pulling against it like you were trying to alert him to danger in the camp without making a sound. He opened his eyes ready for war and saw no danger. He looked at you confused but realized you weren’t awake. You were whimpering and mumbling as your head thrashed from side to side.

‘She’s having a nightmare’ he quickly thought. He squeezed your hand and gently shook it.

“Y/N” He tried not to let his worry raise the volume of his voice, “Wake up.”

You didn’t respond, your mumbles turned into clear pleas for help, making him fret even more.

“Y/N!” He shook your shoulder vehemently, “You need to wake up” He had an urgency in his voice. You feebly fought against his hold on your shoulder.

“Please!” you gasped, still breaking from the nightmare when you opened your eyes, “No, please let go!” You begged and continued to push against his hand with tears in your eyes, not knowing who he was while sleep still clouded your vision and mind.

“Y/N, Y/N look at me” he moved his hand from your shoulder to the side of your neck and cheek to call your attention to him, “It was just a dream, you’re safe now.” When you met his eyes, he recognized just how rattled you were.

You were breathing rapidly, and tears were making your eyelashes sparkle in the firelight. He could feel your rapid heartbeat where his hand laid over your pulse point. He could tell you were beginning to wake up because you softly uttered his name and the hand that was fighting his on your neck gently wrapped around his wrist.

“You’re safe, I promise,” His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. You nodded and took a deep breath to try to keep the tears away. It’d been a very long time since you’d had a nightmare that bad.

Kili pulled your bedroll closer to his, “Come here,” He gave you a hug to comfort you, “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked when you pulled back from the hug too look at him. You laid your head on his upper arm and kept your cuddle coat close to your chest.

“I-I was in a forest at night and there were goblins and orcs and Wargs coming to attack me and-” You were talking quickly, the bad dream still too real, “and I was all alone and I couldn’t defend myself…” You trailed off, the waver in your voice making it hard to talk. “I was so scared, Kili,” You tried to curl into yourself.

“Hey hey hey, look at me” He held the side of your face again, “You’re safe,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d never let anything happen to you, aye?” He promoted you to get you out of your head. You took another deep breath and nodded.

“I’m ok” you repeated “I’m ok.”

“Yes, there ya go!” He nodded, relieved you were coming around. His thumb swept over your cheek to wipe a tear. You took a few minutes to calm down. Kili was falling asleep, but he needed to know you were going to be ok.

“Thank you, Kee,” you said, your whispered voice no longer shaking with fear, he gave a hearty nod in reply before he yawned. His arm was going numb where your head was lying on it, but it was worth it when you rubbed your face against it to get comfortable as you did in that way, which he found utterly adorable. You appreciated the physical comfort you would have never had in your world.

“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow” he whispered over a yawn, his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his hand from your neck to hang over your waist. He wanted to pull you into him, so you’d feel protected on all sides, not for any other selfish deeply personal reasons of course, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“I’d like that very much,” you smiled and watched as he fell back asleep, not snoring but breathing heavily in that way which you found so adorable. You felt safe with his hand on your waist and fell asleep not long after him with thoughts of training together dancing behind your eyes.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

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Bloodlust

Astarion X F! Tav

18+ violence, blood play, blood drinking (duh), sub/dom, (consensual) restraint, safe words, edging, oral (m!), masturbation (f!), p-in-v, voyuerism if you squint, porn w/o plot

my thesis is that Astarion gets extremely turned on watching Tav fight. no more quastion. 👍

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Tav was always good. Painfully good. It annoyed him to no end, truthfully. Resisted rolling his eyes when she offered her untethered aid to some stranger again. Even refusing their coin! Foolish.

There was no wicked bone in her it seemed. Except..

During battle her body, well. Responded.

Back foot sliding to face out, graceful. Instinctively setting to a deep crouch, itching to pounce. Arm raised, shoulders rippling, the flash of double blades. Hands twitching, eager, the hilts he knew hot with her.

The first time he saw it he was intrigued. Our sweet fearless leader, this excited to draw blood? My, my...

But now it tormented him. The more times they fought together the stronger the hold. Came to him in small hours of the night. Teasing at the corners of his mind as he watched her wipe the blood from her face. Incessant.

When she had invited him to go with her on a mission to take down some cultists stalking near camp he drawled some quip, something flippant but agreeable. Hid the quiver of excitement in his voice.

Now at the precipice of conflict with those unfortunate cultists he saw it again. The flash in her eyes. The mistake that these men didnt even know they had made.

"Step away. Now." She commanded, hand already poised excited over her shoulder. "Before things get real messy."

He heard the almost imperceptible pant in her voice. His throat dry, watching. Waiting on bated breath. Take the bait. Take it, idiot. Walk right into her bloodlust.

The man laughed, pulling his dagger. "Oh sweetheart, we're going to rip you apart."

Her heel dug into the ground, released her singing blades from her back in twin arcs.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

He had never heard her voice her anticipation before, letting her resolve fade in his presence. It made him shiver.

He poised his own weapons, ready to aid her. But knew she wouldn't need it. Just three men? They'd be ribbons in mere moments.

She thrummed with energy, watching her prey. Waiting, coiled to strike.

Knew the fool would come to her easy. A siren call.

Of course he did. Predictably he shot forward, blade seeking to strike. Fast, but not nearly fast enough.

Her eyes lit, a wide smile smearing her face. Too easy. Her blades danced through him and his companions, a vicious pirouette. Hitting an artery, a wave of blood striking against her chest and neck.

The man groaned and gripped surprised at his body, staggered. Looked in shock at the already dead men next to him. Too slow, Astarion thought gleefully, seeing her spin onto her hands. His favorite acrobatics; lethal.

Thighs wrapping around the mans middle her momentum wrenched him to the ground, a cry of victory in her throat. With one smooth motion she rose her blade and plunged it deep into his chest. Her own chest heaving in what untrained eyes would think adrenaline, but he knew. He knew.

His breath was moving strained, eyes dark. The blood splatter poetry on her skin.

She sat back on the dead mans chest, satisfied, slowly pulling her sword out. The gore sliding down the steel.

She looked into Astarion's eyes then, his dead heart phantom racing in his chest. Holding his gaze hostage she licked the blood in one long stroke up her blade.

Gods. A throb in his pelvis. Realized suddenly that he was hard.

She was putting on a show for him.

Grabbing his collar, she so slowly pulled his face down level to hers. She paused, eyes blown wide with lust.

He was enthralled, tingling in anticipation.

She rose onto her knees and slid her feverish mouth against his with a moan. Hand pushing into his hair. Moving so slow against him. Savoring.

There was a heat to her, a building coil. Dizzy with it, he melded into her. The overwhelming scent of the blood splatter making him groan into her mouth. Velvet tongue dancing across his teeth, asking for entrance. Needing no further invitation he obliged.

She pushed all the blood she had been holding in her mouth into his.

A groan deep in his chest he drank it, lapped it from her. The taste of her mingled through.

Gods, the degeneracy of it all.

The fingers tracing his jaw drawing a line of need. Could feel her smiling into him. Her hand grabbing his waist, pulling him flush to her.

Directed his mouth to the carnage trailing down her front. The heat of her skin was divine, sucking and licking at the trail. Leaving hard bites as he went. Her little whimpers a flint striking.

Pulling him in perfect agility she flipped them both to the ground. He dove on top of her, pushing one wrist to the ground. She arched up at him, a growl in her throat. Not going down without a fight.

Oh he was enjoying this too much. Smiled down at her, a feral glint in his eyes. Saw it matched in hers.

"Now darling, use our words." He purred into her ear.

She chuckled low into his, a warning. Of course he fell into her trap. Too easy.

The pythons of her legs wrapped around his waist, snaring down. Hand cradling the back of his head she suckled at his lobe, nipping and teasing.

A loud moan left him, buckling into her. "Fuck," he groaned, despite himself.

"I thought," Bite. "You wanted." Bite. "To use your words."

Evil. Evil woman. Gods he was going mad.

"You wicked thing," He panted, pulling her wrist above her head, his leverage. Unbusy hand pulling the laces of her tunic apart fast as he could. Fingers a blur.

Her breasts springing free he trailed his knuckles light in a circle around her peak. She gasped against him, releasing. There. He grinned wickedly.

Turning her wrist sideways she slipped out of his grasp, hand darting out. Relaxed her strong thighs just enough to let her hand through the gap. Cupping him over his leathers.

An undignified groan left him, his traitorous hips pushing into her. His body always too responsive to her.

Taking her advantage she rose up, thighs still gripping and flipped him onto his back. A gasp pushed out of him as he met the ground, getting even harder if that was possible. He would never admit how much her manhandling turned him on, that only she was trusted enough to treat him this way. Gods it made his knees weak.

Staring up at her now, the curve of her hip, the roundness of her breasts, the ripple of muscle in her lithe shoulders. Hand still softly, tortuously, stroking outside his clothes. A diabolic smile on her sweet face.

Leaned down to him, her face hovering above his. Just far enough away to escape his lips. Planted one hand on his sternum, a gentle hold. Plunged her hand into his small clothes.

He groaned, chest rising against her flat hand. Hand reaching desperate to release himself. Her knees moved, corralling his hand against his thigh, loose enough that he could move free if he liked. The restraint making him pant.

She yanked the front of his leathers open with a few pulls, the force making his hips rise. A soft hiss as he was finally free, the sudden cold night air a shock.

She paused then, hand hovering. Looked in his eyes. "Safety word, Star." Tone soft through the depth of lust.

"Waterdeep."

She laughed, low and steady. "Wet blanket it is," Gods how he adored her.

Hand still planted on his chest she slid down, thighs now around his calves. Pulled his tunic free, pushing it up his chest. Hot breath against the line of his hips. Could feel the muscles there pulling tight in anticipation.

Molten tongue dragging up those lines, a groan deep in her throat. His hips bucked with a whine, free hand tangling in her hair. Her touch lighting him up, supernova.

Wandering fingers trailing up his chest. Tongue darting out to draw hard circles on his tip. Fingers lightly pinching his nipple.

"Oh Gods" He breathed, hips straining to stay down. Taking in a gulping breath of air, the excessive miasma of blood not helping.

"More?" She asked, looking up at him. Not hiding the wicked smile dancing the corner of her lips.

"Yes! Please.." He breathed, the need apparent in his shaky voice.

In one swift motion she took him entirely into her mouth. His eyes screwed shut, head tilted back violently. A loud strangled moan from his throat.

She began her onslaught, her pace dangerously slow. Tongue expertly pressing, pulsing. An inferno of pressure, vibrations of her groaning against him.

Little pants left him in time with her devotion. Speeding up then slowing, pulling him back and forth from the edge. Hips squirming, already feeling the pressure building to no return. The slow pace making it worse.

"Tav," He warned, hand pulling gently against her hair. She nodded against him, her mouth mercifully releasing, hand taking up the mantle. Pulling her leggings down swiftly. The raw need in her eyes making his belly flip.

Her arousal at putting him in these compromising situations never failed to amaze him. That his enjoyment alone caused the slick now dripping between her thighs.

Planting her hand on his belly she lined herself up, chest heaving in anticipation.

"Hands behind your back, lovely." She breathed, pausing at the precipice.

He complied, pinning his hands under his lower back. Already throbbing against her hand.

"Perfect," She smiled, his chest tingling.

Lowering herself onto him her eyes hitched closed, a low moan as he slowly filled her. Already gripping him, drenching his pelvis as her slick pushed out.

His hands intertwined under him, needing the grounding. "Hells below," He groaned.

Her eyes caught his, a wide smile. She paused, straddling him inside her. One hand trailing up to her breast, the other down to her core. "Eyes on me."

As if he could look away, the thirst for her never sated.

Beginning her ride, hips rolling, her eyes held his. A little moan, her hand pinching her nipple. Fingers teasing above her mound.

Enthralled he watched, his building pleasure a heavy mist clouding. Focusing on not letting his eyes roll into the back of his head.

She panted and rolled against him, her body a delicous wave. The line of her hip curving as she came down. The arch of her ribcage as she rose up. The taut in her thighs as she lowered. Hypnotic.

"Beautiful," He whispered, almost to himself.

She bit her lip at his voice, the need in her eyes again. Her pace quickening, her hips coming down harder.

Hand now drawing circles on her clit, eyes closing. The arch of her movement a pulling riptide. She was blissfully close he could tell, his end barrelling towards him.

But she wasn't done with him yet, oh never. Still riding him she pulled the dagger from her side, drug it hard against her two fingertips. His breath quivered as she held them above his lips, right under his nose.

The scent overflowed into the back of his throat, a deep growl. His lips parted eagerly.

She traced his bottom lip with her thumb, the skin singing. One, two drops dripping into his open mouth. His throat already trying to swallow.

As soon as her two fingers slipped inside he was clamped down, tongue pulsing and pulling. Urging. Pleading. Her hot blood muffling his moan.

Her eyes screwed shut, breath a loud pant, face cringing in pleasure. The rolling now a frenzied grind. Could feel the beginning of her clenching.

"Oh fuck, oh-," She mewled, the bow breaking. A garbled cry as she threw her head back. He braced himself, knowing the storm that was about to hit him.

Her cunt a creamy pulsing vice grip around him as the waves hit. His hands gripping eachother in desperation, the pleasure merciless. He couldnt come, not yet.

Seeing his plight through her rapture she pulled her fingers from his mouth, positioning her wrist in its place.

As he bit down viciously, a command. "Come."

A strike of lightning against the back of his skull, a mighty pull from his abdomen. The dual hits making him writhe and twist beneath her. His hands gripping the ground, eyes rolling back. His gulping swallows muffling the whimpering scream of pleasure. Her hips still grinding into him, pulling every thread of his orgasm out of him. His back arched, biting down again into her wrist. Reaching the edge of madness.

He tapped her wrist twice, a request. She obliged, stopping her hips. The overstimulation winding down.

His limbs rubber, his body a puddle, he slowly drank. Regaining precious strength.

She leaned forward, resting her arm on his chest, belly to belly. Laying her head in the curve of her arm, watching him tenderly.

"And the cultists didnt even get to watch.."

He snorted a laugh against her wrist, spraying a few blood droplets.

Oh he was terribly infatuated with her.

~

[sonofthedunes]

to all my lovely followers, merry christmas….or should i say, merry slutsmas? yes, i have prepared for you a naughty yuletide treat, a thanks to everyone who has joined me on this wacky trip through revitalized star wars fandom and luke stanning. so below the cut, partake in a peek at our boy engaging in some “self-care.” italics are his fantasy, regular text is the real world. i’ve kept descriptions of his partner vague so that you can use your imaginations. whether you’d like it to be yourself or an oc, to frame this story as before the pair hooks up or during a time when they’re separated—i’ll leave that up to you! here’s to a hilarious, horny, heartwarming 2024. may the force be with you. enjoy!

(MINORS DNI)

this gentle art

He can picture her so clearly, as if she stands before him now in the darkened confines of his room. Her hair, her eyes, the smile on her lips: all lovely—and all making his heart beat that much faster. He swallows, staring back at her wide-eyed. Can she tell, he wonders? Can she sense how much he wants her, how desperate his need has grown?

An involuntary groan of relief escapes him as his hand finally encircles his cock; freed from the confines of his trousers, throbbing and angry-red, it twitches and leaks a single clear drop. Teeth digging into his lower lip, he slicks his length with his own essence. He settles back and allows his eyes to drift closed as he begins teasing the head. All the better to focus on his fantasy….

She sits on the bed beside him, runs a hand over his blushing cheek. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she says softly.

“No!” he insists. “No, I…this is fine.”

“Good.” She leans forward and kisses him—quite faintly at first, then more ardently as he eagerly responds. Their mouths open, their tongues slide between their lips like keycards in a lock. He gasps a little when she tugs his body closer, the combined heat sending a thrill up his spine. Daring to lay her hand against his aching groin, he receives a delighted moan in response. “Stars, you’re so hard…need you inside me.” He’s more than willing to oblige.

He’s fighting his own urges, knowing he could finish by fucking his fist quicker than an ash-rabbit. No, he wants this to last…every delicious moment of it will be his. So he drags his fingers up and down the shaft at a measured pace, huffing and cursing under his breath at how unbelievably right it feels. Of course he indulges in a bit of self-pleasure now and then, most young humans do, but…it never feels as satisfying as it does when he thinks about her. So sweet, so soft, everything he could ever desire.

Their clothes are fumbled off into wrinkled heaps on the bedroom floor, and he helps position her on his lap. The tight, warm wetness enveloping his cock as she sinks onto it—surely no feeling in the galaxy could compare to this. “Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Feels so good…”

His head is swimming with rapture, his hands gripping her hips. “You don’t…you don’t know how long I wanted this,” he manages.

She giggles breathlessly. “I can guess.” Slender arms drape themselves around his neck. With a slow roll of her pelvis she begins fucking him, and he swears through gritted teeth with an energy that surprises them both. His fingers dig into her hips, guiding her forward and back, and he leans in to sloppily kiss her collarbone.

At some point he opened his eyes and now finds himself gazing on his handiwork: left hand curled around his swollen cock, caressing it from root to tip, occasionally smearing precum around the head. His chest heaves with every breath, occasionally accompanied by a small “hah,” and he can feel his sweat rapidly cooling in the room’s circulating air. This is what the mere thought of her does to him. And he loves it.

The dull slap of flesh against flesh fills the bedroom, mixing with their moans and hoarse words of praise. “Fuuuuck, right there,” she begs, driving herself down to take him deeper; he decides to help and moves with her, angling at precisely the right spot to draw forth a broken cry.

“Like this?” he asks rhetorically, hands wandering and mouth ghosting at her neck. She whines lustfully as he bucks up into her. A moment later she shudders when he lowers his head to her breasts; he kisses them, then sucks a nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue around the peak, not switching sides until it’s like a diamond between his lips. And all the time they fuck, giving and taking in equal measure.

What he wouldn’t do for just five minutes with those perfect tits! Imagining their softness, the way they’d bounce with every thrust, is enough to tighten his grip and increase his speed. But he’s been nearing that point regardless. His patience is paying off: the slow embers of his climax kindle in his lower belly, his balls heavy with their unspent load even as clear drops dribble down his shaft and onto his hand. Eyes squeeze shut again in concentration. A strangled “mmmm” at the pressure. Almost there…

“Almost there,” he groans, fingers scrabbling at her back. “Please can I cum inside, really want-“

“Yes,” she grants him permission in an airy voice. “Touch me?”

Without disrupting the rhythm, his left hand snakes between their damp bodies to the juncture of her thighs, thumb seeking and finding the little prize. Rubbing tiny circles over the nub, he delights in her arched back and trembling pants. It serves to fuel his own growing passion, and he begins thrusting faster. “That’s it…take what you need, take it, take it,” he murmurs, wholly devoted to his tasks. Is he speaking to her or himself?

“Yes,” he hisses, “take it.” His hard-on kicks against his palm and he grunts at the sudden shock of pleasure. He can’t possibly hold out much longer.

“So fuckin’ close,” she shivers, rocking on him as though she’ll never get this chance again. “I’m so close, baby…”

“Cum for me,” he orders (though not unkindly), thumb still massaging her tender clit. “Wanna hear you, sweet girl.”

He’s properly fucking his fist now, the very thing he swore he wouldn’t do at the start of all this, but quite frankly he doesn’t care. It feels incredible, the closer he edges to the precipice.

She falls apart with a scream, clenching around him, her hands yanking on his hair or lightly pressing his throat. By contrast, he almost sobs when he finally blessedly lets go: his hips jerk as he fills her with his seed, his brain empty of any thought but the urge to hold her and keep her.

Somehow, he has the presence of mind to cover his mouth with his unoccupied hand as he cums. He knows how loud he can be…and selfishly, he wants no one else to hear him moan her name. If he can’t have her tonight, he wants that sound.

Afterward (how long has it been? A few seconds? An hour? It’s hard to tell when your bliss is so great), they collapse on the bed. Their high dissipates gradually: breathing evens, hearts slow. Neither makes a move to clean up or dress just yet. Simply to lie together, exchanging kisses and tracing patterns on flushed skin, is more than enough.

There are a million things he could say, a litany of poetics he could charm her with…but all that emerges is “I love you.”

“You do?” she grins, brushing hair back from his forehead.

“‘Course I do. If I could have anyone in the galaxy, I’d choose you every time.”

Hooking a leg over his hip, she snuggles against his his chest. “The feeling’s mutual, starlight.”

He hopes it always is.

“Oh, shit….” He’d had a suspicion his orgasm would be intense, but…when was the last time he’d cum this much? Thick, pearly ropes of the stuff splattered across his stomach and chest, some oozing onto his hand (still clutching his softening cock like his life depends on it). With a groan of effort, he fishes in the drawer of his bedside table until he finds a spare rag and wipes himself down. It takes a few passes, but eventually he’s clean enough to put off bathing until morning.

Rolling onto his back, he stares at the ceiling, an acute wave of loneliness pulsing through him. In the midst of his fantasy he could forget it, but now the bed feels rather empty and cold. To have her there would be his only wish…but for all the Force can accomplish, it can’t teleport people just by thinking of them.

So he drifts to sleep on his own for another night. But before he does, he whispers her name like a prayer to the shadows…and then:

“Love you.”

[the-possum-writes]

a finn nsfw alphabet please :)

(I don't speak English that's why so sharp) no se si se entendio

Finn Mertens NS/FW Alphabet

A/n: No te preocupes también hablo español nvn Yippi my first alphabet!

Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards @foxpearlwilder

A = Aftercare

He's very affectionate and somewhat clingy, Finn would lay with you for a while before getting you a towel or something to eat/drink.

B = Body part

Finn likes his arms and hands even though they're calloused or riddled with tiny scars, because they remind him that he's strong enough to protect you from many evildoers.

As for his partner's, I'd say he isn't picky but he does like any part of you he can grab a handful and squeeze when cuddling (boobs, tummy, thigh)

C = Cum

It's kinda bitter to the taste because he really likes junk food, but beside that, it's usually a healthy creamy color and a jelly like consistency. He likes cumming inside and over you but would wear condoms if you ask him to, is particularly fond of dirtying your chest and/or face.

D = Dirty Secret

Back during his younger years he'd have this one fantasy about saving someone and they'd give their thanks via a favor of the oral kind. Maybe someday he'll tell you about it for a role play session.

E = Experience

Quite experienced. Finn is well liked, popular, has the confidence and carisma to smooch princesses during the breezy episode so that leads me to think he's gonna get around more often once he's older.

F = Favourite Position

Depending on his mood. If Finn has been out adventuring and hasn't seen you in a while he'd be all over you and would want to be as close to you as possible, like spooning behind you or simplistic missionary. But if he just came back from fighting a monster you know it still has his his blood pumping, he'd wanna take you down to pound town either doggy style or mating press.

G = Goofy

Finn is a silly guy, he'd say a pun or two if he's feeling inspired in the moment. He would also start chuckling if your body makes flatulent-like noises (when a little of air gets trapped in between thrusts and sounds like a gas because of the lube/sweat) during a heated session.

H = Hair

Doesn't usually groom himself downstairs so it's kinda bushy, like sometimes he'll trim it if he's in the shower and notices it's getting out of hand but most of the time Finn doesn't really care that much. You can sorta tell when was the last time he groomed himself (without seeing him naked) by measuring the hair length on his face and head. The color is a bit darker than the blond ones on his head, but still fairly similar.

I = Intimacy

Finn is very romantic, he's one to take things slow and enjoy the moment. He's attentive to your needs and a general sweetheart overall but he can also get overexcited at times and drives you to tears with pleasure, he would make sure you feel loved afterwards, spewing compliments and how much he loves you.

J = Jack Off

Finn didn't really jack off that often before meeting you since he shared a room with his bro but he would occasionally rub one off in the bathroom if he was in the mood. After meeting you though, he'd much rather satisfy that urge with you than alone, but if he's far away during a mission for PB he'd choose to wait it out until he got back to you.

L = Location

There's always the comfort and familiarity of your bedroom but another top contender would be the outdoors, he travels alot so camping in a tent in the middle of nowhere can be very relaxing for him, especially with no one around so he can have you as noisy as he wants.

M = Motivation

Anything you do has his neurons activate no matter if you're dancing, bending over the shelves or wearing that cute new outfit you bought the other day. But if you really wanna push all his buttons at once you just need to grab your weapon of choice and go adventuring with him, the moment he sees you fighting off monsters he'll be all over you like a bee on a flower.

N = NO

Finn doesn't like seeing you hurt, so anything with sharp objects or degrading vocabulary isn't on the table for him.

O = Oral

Prefers to be on the receiving end. Isn't that good at giving cause he gets sloppy lost in it and doesn't coordinate his hands when added to the mix.

P = Pace

Depending on his mood. But most of the time, rough and enthusiastic.

Q = Quickie

Isn't against the idea of lazy sex in the morning, but he'd rather do things properly to savor you instead of rushing it.

R = Risk

Doesn't take risks regarding public locations. Finn is resilient to most pains so he's willing to try out new things like impact play or wax play on himself, kinda unsure about bondage on himself but is interested in seeing you tied up.

S = Stamina

Impecable stamia. You'll never be able to outlast him and if you dare challenge him you can bet you'll be sore for days.

T = Toy

Wouldn't mind the occasional vibrator to tease and prepare you with, though that's about it cause the dildos makes him a teeny bit jealous (he wishes it was him instead) .

He doesn't own any toys himself since he doesn't jack it on his own, nor would he be interested in any on him. (might be open to you wearing a strap on if you ask enough)

U = Unfair

Fair. Finn enjoys teasing as long as it's in the bedroom like when you point out how badly he's spilling precum, however he's not a fan of it in public cause it's very obvious when he gets flustered since his face turns all shades of red. Just be warned, if you do tease him he'll return it once you two get some alone time.

V = Volume

Learned to be quiet back at the tree house but when you get him alone he can get unabashedly loud. Can go from desperate whimpers to legitimate growling.

W = Wild Card

Is most likely a switch, leans more to a sub role cause he likes being told what to do (Bubblegum sending him out to missions, and being Marceline's henchman awoke something in him)

X = X-Ray

Average size, roughly around 8 inches, he's a grower. Uncut, shaft is a bit darker than his usual skin tone with a bright tip.

Y = Yearning

Moderately high, like even when he's not a young man anymore with his hormones all over the place he still get riled up pretty easily.

Z = ZZZ

It takes a while for him to go to sleep, mainly because he waits until you're out first.

[whumpshaped]

whumpiest winter song ever i said i'd write something inspired by it so here it is

tw implied noncon drugging, betrayal

"I really can't stay," Whumpee said apologetically. "I'm sorry. This evening has been so very nice–"

"But look outside, dear." Whumper stepped towards the window, pulling the curtains aside. "You can't leave during the heaviest snowfall."

Whumpee's eyes flickered to the all-white landscape, then back to Whumper's face. Really, they were doing a horrible job of pretending to be concerned instead of delighted at the prospect that their guest might have to stay the night. Had Whumpee been any less in love, they might've done a better job of pretending to be offended by that.

"I have to, I do. My parents will be worried if I stay too long." Despite saying that, Whumpee stayed motionless as Whumper let go of the curtain and walked up to them, taking both their hands in their own.

"Your hands are already so cold. You wouldn't last a moment out there." Whumper rubbed the skin gently, their eyes never leaving Whumpee's. "I'm sure they'd understand if you stayed for just one more drink. Just until the storm settled."

"I shouldn't," they whispered.

"But you must. It's really not your fault, I'll tell them that myself if I have to."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Whumpee quickly yanked their hands out of Whumper's hold, and they weren't sure whether the heat they felt was coming from the cosy fireplace or something else entirely. "There's no way I'll let you explain anything to them! It'd look even worse!"

Whumper gave them a soft smile, then gestured towards the empty wine glasses on the table. "So? One more?"

"No, no, I can't. I can't." They turned around before they could change their mind, quickly putting on their hat. "I'll just call a cab, it'll be fine."

Whumper was behind them in an instant, pulling the hat right off before they could've grabbed onto it. "Not in this weather. I doubt they're even working."

Whumpee tried to snatch the hat away from them, but Whumper stepped away, hiding it behind their back. "What will the neighbours think?" they asked with a half-hearted show of anxiety. "It's so late–"

"They're likely asleep by now," Whumper said smoothly. "Just one more. I'm sure the storm will go away soon. Hm?"

Whumpee sighed heavily. Well, there was no way around it, they supposed. The storm really did look bad... "Just one more."

Whumper lit up instantly. They threw the hat on the sofa and walked over to the table, grabbing Whumpee's glass first. "You should put on some records while I pour. No sense in spending this awful, miserable extra time in silence."

"Why not make my captivity as pleasant as possible..." Whumpee mumbled, giving in easier than they should've. They could hear the glasses clinking and the wine sloshing as they looked through the record collection, eventually deciding on something slow and... well, not romantic, not really, it was just... pleasant, they were pleasant tunes.

"Good choice," Whumper remarked, and Whumpee didn't have to look to know they were smiling. They turned around with an exasperated look, but they didn't fight it when Whumper handed them the glass.

"I'm being way too lenient." They took a sip, then went to sit down before they could've been cornered. Whumper followed suit, settling on the sofa a touch too close to them for it to be considered polite. "I should be saying no to all of this."

"Just to hurt my pride?"

"So I don't give you the wrong idea."

Whumper gave them a sly smile. "I think my ideas are fine, thank you."

Whumpee took another sip, bigger this time. This heat creeping up their neck and spreading across their cheeks had to be coming from the fire, or maybe the damn drink. "Goodness, I can't even imagine what my sister must be thinking. And my brother! Oh, he must be standing watch by the door."

"A terrifying thought," they cooed, shifting in their seat and mysteriously ending up a couple inches closer to them than previously.

"And my aunt, too... She will never let this go," they babbled on, emptying their glass right after. Whumper watched with the look of a cat that got the cream. "She'll tell everyone, she'll start rumours..."

"Why abstain if people are going to gossip anyway?" Whumper reached out, and Whumpee stupidly thought they might caress their face or run their fingers through their hair — instead they just took the glass, skin brushing against skin as their touch lingered.

"It's not abstaining," they huffed. Distantly, they noted how Whumper's glass of wine seemed entirely untouched. "That implies a level of desire, doesn't it?"

Once the glasses were out of the way and on the table, Whumper sat back, leaving barely any distance between the two of them. "And you don't want this at all, of course," they said sarcastically.

"Not one bit," Whumpee confirmed, their eyes darting to Whumper's lips as soon as they leaned in.

"I'm truly just horrible, then."

[leannswritings]

“Take it”

Warning : smut, age gap maybe iffy??

Summary: After being saved you start dating your savior, after being left after little to no attention you take things to your own hands (literally)

Pairing : Seok-Chan x Fem!Reader

A/N : sorry for the very late update I’ve been so busy y’all, hope y’all enjoy. (apologies for the ending I feel like it was slow)

It's been pretty rough so far since this apocalypse has started, I mean your family is gone and those you thought were there to help you left you for dead. Seok-chan was the soldier to find you in the rumble of your apartments when the platoon was out looking for supplies.

After learning more about you he felt sympathetic toward you, the fact that you were much younger than him made it worse for him to think about. You could have been going to college or hanging out with friends if this had never happened, but now look at you, you even struggled to talk to others.

Seok-chan was one of the people you could talk to, maybe it was the fact he was the one to save you or the sweet mature older guy troupe he gave off. Whatever it was that attracted you to him, wouldn't go away, leaving you with what you thought the only option was, to confess.

You overthought it many times because of the age gap between you two, I mean a 5 to 6-year age gap is quite much to think about, I mean what would the others think? You were quite young, would he even want to date someone so young? Many questions echoed in your mind before and during your short confession.

Your face during this confession was more awkward and nervous than usual, you couldn't even talk or confess like you would normally, but of course, seok-chan was still patient with you and listened to you. Seok-chan had this sweet soft look on his face, his eyes locked on you, giving off the soft warm candlelight feeling. He knew what you were attempting to confess yet he waited for you, instead of interjecting.

Looking back on that, if you were in his place you wouldn't have accepted the confession, but he did, and it has now been a couple of weeks since y'all started dating. Many times things got heated but it always came to a pause because he would have to run errands for the platoon. You knew he couldn't help it so you brushed it off, but the more it happened, the more you started to get bothered by it. I mean who would want to be left horny and alone? Your libido was at its highest peak, it's like the more you avoided it the more it chased after you.

Today must have been your breaking point because the actions you were doing were not on the calm and patient side of things. You found yourself wrapped up in his bedsheets while waiting for him to come back from a meeting. Desires must have been raining down on you heavily by the way your body reacted to just a simple nasty thought of him. The room began to be filled with the sounds of whimpers, moans, and wetness. You must have been going at it for a while because you never noticed that the door had opened and Seok-chan had walked in.

“Darling..”

Hell. Fucking hell. You stopped in your tracks due to the embarrassment of being caught doing something so dirty in a bed that's not even yours. You quickly sit up and grab the covers to cover yourself.

“I'm sorry..”

Seok-chan looked as if he couldn't care less what happened before or while he was walking in, but looked as if what he was about to do was life-changing, his face was so attractive at the moment that you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

“For what… looking Heavenly?”

He started to walk towards you as he unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off as he leaned in for a kiss. After taking off his shirt he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss, his knees hitting the top of the bed as he climbed onto it. He must have felt the same way that you have for the past few days as he had not questioned you and quickly decided to join you, he took no time with this make-out session, his tongue finding itself fighting with yours roughly as he placed you onto your back after letting go of your face. Leading this make-out session for a while, hovering over you, Your hand sinks back to where it previously was.

“You can't wait huh?”

His hands slowly followed the same path your hands took down your stomach, his hands being rougher and bigger than yours, making your body shudder. You've never been so jealous of a gun, hell that stupid gun got to feel his hands before you, but maybe that gun was the reason for his rough hands which you then felt somewhat grateful for. His thumb rubbed against your clit while you continued to use your fingers to thrust into yourself, Seok-chan kissed and licked your neck leaving marks.

The room was yet again filled with moans and other unholy sounds, making you thankful the walls were concrete so it was harder to hear through. His normally big and bright eyes were now looking half open, full of yearning and lustful. He continued to look back between your face and body to make sure you wouldn't be uncomfortable with anything or suddenly want to quit, LIKE hell you were going to ever think about stopping at this point, this is all you've been wanting for weeks on end, but the thought of him caring so much about your pleasure only made this knot in your stomach rise even quicker. The heat storm came before you noticed, making you cum without any prior notation that you would. Seok lifted his head from your stomach due to the noises that just left your mouth, also removing his thumb from your clit.

“Are you all done? We don't have to continue”

That had to be the sweetest yet dumbest shit you've heard, for one he was going through hell being held back by those pants, you could see print due to how tight it was against him. For two, there's no way in hell you would just let it end right there.

“Are you dumb”

You grab his face with both of your hands pulling him back into a kiss, one of your hands soon leaving his face and going to his pants, playing around with his belt, finally starting to unbuckle the belt and unzipping his pants. You stuck your hands into his pants, you’ve felt him during previous make-out sessions but it didn't even compare to what was in your grasp now. When you started to stroke him you could hear and feel his grunts against your skin, but all you thought about was how he would fit inside of you, the thought spread fear across your mind and body but the fear wasn't in a bad way if anything that fear was amazing to think about. He seemed as if he was about to prepare you for what was about to come but changed his mind as his hands that were going towards your lower half decided to just grab your legs, positioning them more towards his waist before putting his hands onto your hips. This gave you the signal of what he wanted, causing you to remove your hand. He lined himself up with you but you soon put your hand on his chest so he would stop for just a second

“That's not…”

You paused in the middle because you felt embarrassed to say it, I mean the cliche “it's not gonna fit” phrase who would want to say that aloud?

“It's ok, I'll go slow”

The look in his eyes couldn't have made you agree quicker, a man staring at you with care and compassion at this moment, you couldn't have nodded any quicker, not like you were going to say no anyway.

He slowly entered you, causing you to grip onto his shoulders like it was a blessing in disguise. Your walls gripped onto him tightly, driving him to grip your hips even harder, his grip was so hard you wouldn't be surprised if it left a mark.

You started to think this had to be another version of Cockwarming because it felt like an eternity with no movement though it had only been no more than a minute before he slowly started to move. You've never been thankful for such slow movements, sounds that sounded like honey to him started coming from your mouth.

“You're taking it well huh.. pretty girl…”

Fuck it man, this man is making you experience so many things that you've never felt, such a nickname caused you to tighten the wrap your legs had on him. Throwing all the soft and slow out the window you started to tap his shoulder to tell him to go faster, though he didn't need your tapping to tell due to the begging look in your eyes. He soon began to pick up his speed, this was so electrifying it sent you to cloud nine, your hands didn't know if you should grab his hands or shoulders at first but then you stuck to sinking your nails into his back and clawing away, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your walls kept squeezing him, the knot in your stomach began uprising quickly. He seemed to have overstimulated your mind and body by the way you couldn't even say anything, your moans and cries were random jibberish, it wouldn't have even been surprising if you were drooling. He was hitting all the right spots, it didn't take long for you to hit your orgasm, your back arching. Seok-chan continued with his thrust, abusing your extra sensitivity at the moment. He soon pulled out to spill onto your stomach. You both stayed in the same spot trying to calm your mind and body, the room being full of heavy breathing. Time went by.

“You alright?”

Seok-Chan asked as he cleaned you up, you nodded as he got up from the bed to put the cloth away. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, that man tired you out, usually, you could last long but this time was different. When he had finally walked back towards the bed you were sound asleep, he climbed into the bed next to you making sure to cover you up, rubbing your back to make sure you slept comfortably.

[figgrrr0]

Could request ruining Tartaglia’s orgasm? I know he’s always written as a huge dom but like what I wouldn’t give to wipe that smug look off his face lol. I just think he’d be such a fun sub, yk he’d be so bratty and whiny. Afab reader with she/her it doesn’t real let matter if it’s foreplay or the main course-

No cause out of all the characters I could possibly think of, Tartaglia is the BIGGEST switch. He absolutely has the most versatility.

I did a headcanon/scenario type thing, but if you want an actual one-shot I'd be happy to try! I just did a bit of everything for you. (Also i didnt notice until it was finished but I didn't really mention the actual acts, so it turned out as GN)

I love this boy sm omg

Bratty Tartaglia headcanons

Reader: Dom!Gn // Genre: Smut

Cw: overstim, edging, bondage, ruined orgasms, dumbification, mentioned blowjob, almost dacryphilia

Tartaglia would be such a brat, almost at all times. He would have trouble picking up on when you just didn't want to deal with his attitude and attempts to fight back. Because of this, he'd get punishments so often that they just became your usual sex routine... it's a good thing he's a huge masochist.

Since I view him as a switch, he'd try to take control halfway during his sub sessions annoyingly often (it's rarely a serious effort, he just likes being put in his place by you). Bondage likely becomes a tactic that you have to rely on with Tartaglia for this exact reason.

If you're giving him a blowjob, he'll sneak his hand into your hair and try pushing you down at the pace he wants, which is usually faster than what is comfortable for your throat. If you're riding him, he'll flip you over as soon as either you or him cum, right when you least expect it... of course, you'd figure out his game after the first few times he does it, so tying his hands together or to the bedframe make keeping his behaviour in check so much easier. Leaving him completely open and at your mercy, no choice but to take anything you give him, and no way to chase the pleasure when you decide to take it away... it gives him goosebumps when he thinks about it, always slightly nervous when you pull out the ropes at the beginning of the night, never knowing what you have planned for him.

I don't think Tartaglia would have a preference between overstim and denial, but of course his reaction to each one is different, especially when ruined orgasms are brought into the play as well. He can take as much overstim or edging as you can dish out, rarely begging you to slow down or go easier on him (unless it's one of those times when he's in a softer mindset - when all he wants is to feel you against him, and to know that regardless of who is in charge in the moment, it will all stop the moment he needs it to). But, he can also go too far, overestimate himself and what he can take, to the point that he becomes completely dumb on you, begging for more even when he can't take it, when he can barely feel anything other than the pain anymore.

With edging, he's all groans and panting breaths. Lips bitten and bleeding, hands clenched, he chases the pleasure that was ripped away just as his torturous orgasm tears through him. His hips buck up sporadically into the air, even as your insistent hands try to keep him pinned down. His eyes are tightly shut as he lets out a choked, stuttered moan as the broken pleasure dissolves, cum pooling on his abdomen, before he lets out a huff of disappointment and his body relaxes into the bed.

However, with overstimulation, he's loud and energetic. Squirming and shuddering, moaning and whimpering, he can't help but push himself further into your touch, even as his body stutters away from the overbearing pleasure. When he cums this time, you pull yourself away from his needy cock, all red and leaking in his desperation to feel more and more of you, even as his aching bones beg for a rest. He cries out when the heat of your body leaves, his eyes flying open with unshed tears blinding his vision in an attempt to seek you out, the cold air settling over his sweat-coated body making his orgasm all that much more uncomfortable and dissatisfying.

But no matter what state he's in by the end of it all, he'll still manage to somehow rake up enough energy to push out some teasing remarks. Even if you're tired and done for the night, ready to take care of him and show him the love you'd neglected him of for the past couple hours of "punishment", he'd rather complain and taunt you, implying that you weren't strong enough to hold out with him for longer. As if you were the one who needed the rest from your rough activities, and not him.

After pushing you and demeaning you for a couple of minutes, you really have no choice other than to start all over again. Putting him in his place and giving him exactly what he'd been demanding from you, even after it all becomes far too much for him to take. He'd wanted it in the first place, after all.

He just doesn't know when to quit.

Want to send a request/brainrot with me? Check my rules!

Thank you for reading! 🩷

[commander-krios]

Nights Like This

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: f!Tav/Rolan Rating: Teen Summary: Rolan knew the moment he stepped into Juniper's camp that Lorroakan would punish him for getting his injuries healed, but when he saw the tiefling bard by the firelight, he found he was willing to take the risk. Words: 3426 Additional Tags: Tiefling Tav, Tieflings, Named Tav, First Kisses, BG3 Spoilers, Act 3 Spoilers, Abuse Mention, Injury, Healing, Bard Tav

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Rolan still wasn’t sure why he’d shown up at the camp. It would only spell disaster for him when Lorroakan learned why he was no longer suffering from the pain of his bruises. But the haunted look in Juniper’s eyes when she saw his face… he immediately agreed to her request, even if it made things worse for him later. Because he didn’t want to be the cause of any distress to the tiefling woman who had already saved his life twice.

She was waiting for him near fire, the entire camp deserted except for the two of them. She hadn’t noticed him yet, her attention on something in her hands that reflected the light of the flames. There was still time to escape, for him to return to the Tower before anyone was the wiser. 

But he couldn’t.

Not when Juniper was standing there with a melancholic sadness that pierced his heart. She was fighting a losing battle: against the tadpole in her head, against a pair of insane cultists and their gods, against an Elder Brain. 

And she still found time to aid him despite it all. 

He watched her from a distance, the glow of the fire painting her skin in a golden light. She was ethereal in her quiet contemplation, lost in her thoughts as the flames danced at her feet. For a moment, he wondered what it would feel like to brush his claws through her hair, to feel the silky smoothness of the strands against his skin, to taste her mouth against his. To know her.

Rolan wanted to protect her, even if the thought was absurd.

A chill went through him and he rubbed his hands against his arms, trying to beat back the nerves that made his stomach flutter. Ever since their almost kiss during the tiefling party, he’d been thinking about her constantly, even when he shouldn’t be. The image of her had gotten him through the worst of the abuse from the wizard in Ramazith’s Tower and here she was, again, trying to save him.

His feet shuffled forward of their own accord, his only thought of seeing her captivating smile again. He wouldn’t leave until he got one. It was the least he could do to pay her back for everything she’d done for him.

“I didn’t realize medical services required this much privacy.” 

She turned at the sound of his voice, amusement flitting across her features. “Don’t you know? It’s all part of my plan to seduce you.”

Rolan paused, his heart feeling like it was trying to burst from his chest, and he swallowed nervously, fingers rolling the edge of his robe between them. “I… didn’t mean-”

She shook her head, motioning for him to sit near the fire, the smallest of laughs on her lips. “I’m joking, Rolan. I only figured you wouldn’t enjoy an audience for this.” She bent over to search in the pack at her feet, raven hair loose around her shoulders and he was struck by the sight. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her hair down before. It… suited her. Far more than was fair.

Rolan settled on a rock in front of the fire, feeling chilly despite the heat of the flames. His body protested every small movement as he sat, the sharper edges of the stone digging into his hips. His tail curled protectively around his calf. Inhaling, his breath caught in his throat and he felt terror grip him suddenly, the memory of Lorroakan’s hands around his neck, cutting off airflow as he punished him for the tiniest slight-

He gasped, closing his eyes shut as he focused on the air in his lungs. In and out, in and out. As he attempted to slow his breathing, he reassured himself that he was safe.

There was no danger here. Just him and his savior. Just healing and kindness. 

The nightmares couldn’t get him in the quiet darkness of this camp.

Something touched his shoulder gently and he nearly jumped out of his own skin, eyes snapping open. He glanced up, wide eyed like a scared rabbit about to run for the safety of a bush. Juniper’s hand fell away, alarm crossing her face before she hid it behind a mask of concern. She was so good at that, he mused as she knelt before him, eyes blazing in the dark. She was a pain in the ass who seemed to take pleasure in teasing him mercilessly, especially in front of his siblings, but when someone needed her, she was there.

He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve her friendship.

“Rolan?” Her voice cut through the fear that seized him, its softness soothing him enough that he managed to meet her gaze. “Are you alright?”

It took him a few seconds to process her words. “Uh, yes. I will be.”

He truly hoped that was true.

Juniper studied him briefly, as if she didn’t entirely believe him. All he felt was gratitude when she didn’t call his bluff, turning to other matters instead. “Would it be alright if I touched you? For the healing?”

This time his heart pounded uncomfortably in his chest for another reason. Oh, how he’d wanted her to touch him so many times before now. In affection, in attraction. In ways he almost felt guilty for thinking.

“I… Yes. If you must.”

She hesitated, whether out of worry about his stuttered response or from something she noticed in his eyes, he didn’t know. When she didn’t move, Rolan huffed in irritation, reaching out to wrap his fingers around her wrist. He made it a habit to not touch people if he could help it. He never cared for physical affection the way his siblings did. He knew that many people were bothered by the heat of a tiefling’s skin, or of a tiefling in general, and it never bothered him that others didn’t desire him.

At least, he hadn’t.

“I’m not fragile.” He snapped, placing the palm of her hand against his cheek, the searing heat of her skin a comfort he craved even if he denied it to himself. “I don’t need your pity.”

A few heartbeats passed between them before Rolan realized he was still clutching her wrist in his hand. Embarrassed and more than a little ashamed at his reaction, he pulled away as if touching her was painful, his nails digging into his palms as he simultaneously mourned the loss of her heat. Being around another tiefling shouldn’t be so difficult for him, it never had been before. Hells, he’d just spent months traveling with a caravan full of them.

But there was something about the bard who was now carefully inspecting his face that put him on edge. That made him want to be better. Be softer.

No words passed between them as Juniper’s hand hovered near his jaw, the turquoise glow of her healing magic cool and bright. His skin prickled at the sensation, unused to being tended so. She sang quietly as she worked, ocean eyes focused on his injuries. He could feel his muscles mend, his bruises soothed, the pain he’d felt for weeks fade, all gone in nearly an instant. His lungs expanded with his breath and he finally relaxed under her careful ministrations. 

Her voice was captivating. He was a fool, Rolan chided himself, to have never sat and listened to her before. His thoughts were always on Baldur’s Gate, on the future he was building for himself and his siblings. Not on the people around him. 

Certainly not on the woman who had risked so much for him when she had no cause to.

Rolan studied her in the fire’s glow, lavender skin dulled to a grey in the darkness, a particularly nasty scar harsh against her pretty face. It was, in that silent moment, that he noticed freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, dark against her much lighter tone. He didn’t realize he’d done it until his fingers had already brushed against her face, a soft touch that distracted her from her work.

Her eyes darted to his, a searing blue that reminded him of the hottest fires that burned in Avernus. Beautiful, dangerous… fires that could kill. That could cleanse.

A chill ran through his body, his mouth going dry as her eyes burned in the velvet darkness. He wanted to kiss her. The desire took hold of him violently. It would be so easy to slip his hands into her hair, to tug her closer until their lips met, to finally taste her after weeks of pining. To push her into the grass and kiss her until they were breathless, writhing in the dirt, bodies entwined.

Rolan dropped his hand to his lap, fighting against a wave of embarrassment, and he attempted to control his urge. “You’ve always been kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“Rolan, no one deserves this sort of treatment. Especially you. All you’ve ever done was put Cal and Lia before everything else. I…” She hesitated before a sigh escaped her mouth. She returned to her work with a diligence he almost envied. “I want to rip him apart with my bare hands.”

Her face didn’t betray an ounce of the rage that he heard in her voice. Rolan swallowed nervously, aware of how easy it would be for her to stomp into the Tower, face down his master and decide whether he lived or died. And why did the thought of her doing such a thing light a spark of excitement in his gut?

Juniper sat back on her heels, eyes sweeping his face one final time before motioning to the rest of his body. “Where else does it hurt? I know he didn’t stop at your face.”

His cheeks flared at the insinuation. “You… You want me to undress? In front of you?”

When she met his gaze, Rolan only saw kindness and understanding, no pity, no frustration. She truly was trying to help him. “I can call Shadowheart back from the tavern if you’d be more comfortable with a cleric. Or we can go find a healer.” Her eyes became hard as if she’d realized something herself. “You are not going to continue on like this, Rolan.”

“It isn’t your choice.” He snapped, irritation curling in his gut, all lust thrown away as if it hadn’t existed at all. “Who are you to demand anything of me? Without this apprenticeship, Cal and Lia have nothing! I am all that stands between them and ruin.”

“And what happens if Lorroakan hits you too hard next time? Or the time after?” She stood, hands clenched at her sides, claws digging into her skin. Her tail lashed behind her angrily, each whip sending air and dust in his direction. “Lia and Cal need you alive, Rolan. They don’t care if you’re a famous wizard. They want you, not some stupid status.”

He was on his feet as well, refusing to be goaded into feeling guilt over something he deserved. That they all deserved. Rolan was a survivor. One day, everything he suffered would be worth it. He’d be able to give his siblings the lives they deserved. That he deserved. “You have no idea what I’ve been through to get here! I don’t need your help if I get platitudes in return.”

Juniper huffed in frustration, running one of her hands through her hair, getting irritated when her claws snagged on the waves. Without thinking, he reached forward to help untangle the knot. His skin burned at the touch of hers, but he ignored it and the flush of heat in his chest, to make sure she didn’t rip a chunk of hair from her head.

“Thanks.” She mumbled sheepishly, and while it was difficult to see her clearly, Rolan swore she was blushing, her cheeks darkening in the dim lighting.

He didn’t pull away, her hand still held gently in his between their bodies. He was surprised by the soft calluses of her fingers when he knew shouldn’t be, given her profession. But they felt strong, nimble, and he entwined his fingers with hers, unable to resist the pull she had on him. Sometimes he wondered if she purposely burrowed under his skin, making a home in his chest, making him care for her in turn.

He absolutely despised it.

If Cal and Lia could see him now… he’d never hear the end of it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted.” He muttered, eyes on their entwined hands and for once, he felt like he was where he was meant to be. How strange a feeling. “I’m not used to…”

“Being cared for?” She finished and he glanced up to see a teasing smile on her lips. This woman never got enough of making fun of him, did she? 

“Yes.” Rolan snapped before guilt assaulted him and a sigh slipped out. He needed to get better control over himself. While it was annoying, she was only trying to help him. “Be patient with me.”

Instead of being offended, her smile only widened and she squeezed his fingers gently, those mesmerizing blue eyes dancing in the shadows. “Do you need me to get undressed too, Rolan? Would that help?”

His heart jumped into his throat. She was trying to provoke him again, but by the nine hells, he was tempted to take the offer seriously. The idea had plagued him for weeks since their interaction at the Lamp Light Inn, since his little crush had taken on a life of its own. It was that very reason why he stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing hers, dipping his head enough that their horns nearly touched. “And what if I said yes?”

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and for a moment, Rolan felt powerful. The insufferable bard was speechless, something that he didn’t think was possible. And he was the reason. Emboldened, he brought her hand to his face and laid her palm against his cheek. 

Juniper ran her nails across his cheek, scraping ever so gently against his skin, and he trembled beneath her touch. “What is it you want, Rolan? I know you didn’t come here for yourself. You’re too proud for that.”

Annoyance curled in his gut, but he kept his tongue in cheek. She was trying to rile him up and he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. “I came here for you, if you must know. You looked so upset about-” He waved at his face, knowing she would understand. “I figured I’d let you heal me and see if it stroked your hero complex.”

A laugh burst from her. It was positively the most adorable thing he’d ever heard in his life. His heart danced on the sound, a song of its own. “Oh, so all of this was for my benefit?”

“Of course. Why else would I be here?”

Rolan was blushing, he knew that, but he felt stronger, bolder. Juniper had an effect on him that he didn’t completely understand, but he couldn’t deny that it was addictive. He liked how it felt. Wizard or no, his entire life had been filled with pain and loss. But here, with this woman’s hand brushing across his jaw, nails tracing a line down his throat, his heart thudding in his chest, Rolan wasn’t forced to be someone else. He didn’t need to hide.

She leaned closer, lips hovering just out of reach, and he froze when her breath ghosted against his mouth. “Why, indeed.”

Rolan inhaled sharply, the heady scent of fruity wine and whatever perfume she used assaulting his every sense. It was intoxicating, alluring, something spicy and warm. Throwing caution to the wind, refusing to think even for another second, his free hand trailed up her neck, skimming his knuckles against her pulse point before tangling his fingers in the dark strands of her hair. He wasn’t entirely sure who leaned in first, but his mouth met hers in desperation, with a hunger he didn’t know he was capable of, his heart thrumming in his blood. She slid her hands over his shoulders, linking them behind his neck and forcing him even closer. He gripped her waist for balance, nearly falling into her when she pressed her body flush against him. 

A growl was ripped from his throat as she carded her fingers through his hair, loosening the strap that he kept it held back with, gripping a handful of the strands and tugging gently. The slight pain in his scalp was enough to spur him on. He kissed her harder, the taste of her on his tongue, the wine she drank earlier sweet on his lips. 

When she trailed her hands down his chest, pain throbbed through him and he gasped, breaking the kiss to step back, arm holding his middle. His ribs.

He’d forgotten about his broken ribs.

Juniper stood in front of him, breaths coming in short gasps as she watched him, eyelids heavy, lips bruised from his kisses, and he was willing to break a few more ribs if it meant he could have more of her. Anything she was willing to give. 

But when her eyes closed, a clear sign of her trying to regain control over herself, he knew his injuries would take precedence. Because she cared about people and that self-sacrificing streak never rested. For the first time in a long time, Rolan found he wasn’t entirely sorry to be on the receiving end of that attention.

Silently, he untied the belt at his waist, pulling the robes down to reveal his chest and shoulders to the chilly night air. He turned his face away, unable to watch as she realized how broken his body truly was… when she saw how much he was hiding from her.

Juniper didn’t speak either, only stepped closer and rested her hands on his chest where the rib sat wrong beneath his skin. Rolan flinched at the sensation of her skin against his, ready for the pain that would inevitably come. Because it always did. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched with love.

Her magic tickled as the bone mended, knitting the ribs back to their natural position. It was finished in the space of a few heartbeats, but he waited, afraid of opening his eyes and seeing one of three things in her gaze; disappointment, sadness, and the worst of all: pity.

Juniper wrapped her arms around him, pressing a soft kiss into the curve where his neck and shoulder met, and he shivered beneath her hot breath. Rolan pulled her against him tightly, burying his face into her hair, relief crashing through him so violently that he had to hold back tears. 

“We’ll fix this, Rolan.” Juniper whispered against his skin, tucking her head against his neck, hands running down his back with tenderness. “I won’t let him hurt you again.”

He said nothing, only pressed kisses into her hair, knowing without a doubt that she would do something stupid to protect him, of all people. But for the first time since meeting Juniper, he was relieved. Despite having Cal and Lia with him in Baldur’s Gate, he’d been dealing with the Lorroakan situation alone for so long, he’d doubted there was a solution to it except to continue on as he had.

Now, he had hope. 

With a laugh, Rolan thought the entire thing was absurd that out of everyone he could possibly trust to help him through this, it would be the hero bard who’d gotten under his skin the first time they’d met.

Juniper glanced up at him curiously, azure eyes reminding him of the beautiful skies above Elturel, and he wondered what it would be like to have her look up at him every morning. “What’s so funny?”

With his heart in his throat, Rolan pressed a kiss against her forehead, lingering briefly, not wanting to leave the warmth of her embrace or the peace of her camp. Knowing that with morning came the reality of what he had to face. What they both had to face. But for now, he was content to sit here and feel safe.

“Nothing. Let’s stay here a while longer.”

Juniper nodded, tightening her arms around him and resting her head against his chest, her tail curling around his. This perfect moment in an imperfect life. The future was uncertain, for them both, but he hoped that there would be many more nights like this.

[thefangirlfever]

The first time (a Miguel O'hara NSFW fanfiction, 18+)

Summary : Reader and Miguel have their first time together.

Tags : NSFW, F/M, afab reader, trans character (FTM), cunnilingus, scissoring, fingering, slight mention of gender dysphoria, top surgery scars, squirting, fluff, first time, soft Miguel, mention of IST screening (stay safe and enjoy)

Word count: 3 323 words

Note: I really appreciate people creating more content about trans characters, including Miguel. As a cisgender woman, I tried my best writing this story. Feel free to tell me if I made any mistake or if you think that some parts may be offending toward transgender people.

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This was slowly turning into something more serious than a simple make-out session and you could tell it by the way your body was reacting. Miguel’s arms were wrapped tightly around your waist while you sat on his lap. What started as an innocent peck on the cheek has turned into a more heated kiss and now you were practically eating one another. None of you wanted to break the kiss and you were practically fighting for air as Miguel’s tongue caressed your lips and the inside of your mouth. One of his hands has been toying with the hem of your shirt for a few minutes already as if he was hesitating. You decided to break the kiss and give him one knowing look.

“Is something bothering you, Miguel?”

He kept looking at you under his long lashes and you could see in his eyes the internal fight that was taking place in his mind. You both wanted to take this moment to the next level and at the same time, something was stopping him. He cautiously looked for his words before answering in a whisper:

“Everything’s alright.”

He then pulled you closer until your foreheads were touching. Your breaths synced up in a slow and steady rhythm. His hand lifted up the fabric of your shirt as small goosebumps bloomed over your skin. When your shirt fell to the floor, you resumed kissing each other. The kiss was slow and you took your time exploring one another. It was not your first time kissing each other but you were still exploring cautiously your lover’s body, especially those sensuous lips of his. Miguel’s hands caressed your sides, his fingertips brushing against your ribs and drawing small circles over them. He took his time counting your ribs, locating every spots and marks on your body, memorizing them with his touch. His thumbs lazily slid up and down your abdomen before resting under your chest. Miguel looked into your eyes and he brushed away a strand of hair from your face. With one shy smile, he began to toy with the strap of your bra, not pulling it yet.

It was not your first time kissing but this would be taking things to a next level. You’ve been dating for almost a year now, slept together multiple times and yet nothing had happened between the two of you. It’s not that you didn’t want it, in fact you wanted it, probably as much as Miguel wanted it if not more.

But you know what was stopping him. You’ve been talking about it already quite a few times together, reassuring him… but what changed everything was how you helped him, always standing by his side during his transition, in the happiest but also the hardest time. You were the only one by his side when everyone left, including some of his family members, even friends, but most importantly you were the first one to call him by his name, the one he had chosen, Miguel. And he could never thank you enough for your help and your support. What was even more important was that you never did it out of pity. You still desired him after all this time and still looked at him in the same way.

And it was even more striking in this moment. You were still looking at one another, your gaze locked with his while your hands caressed the side of his face. Miguel’s lips kissed the palm of your hand, nuzzling his face into your hand with his eyes closed.

“Do you want to do this?”, he asked you in a whisper. His lips moved against the pulp of your hand, tickling you in the way. Your smile widened as he asked you this question. Your thumb rubbed the side of his face.

“Yes, I do.” Your fingers brushed against his jawline, tracing the outline of his face. “Do you want this too?”

Miguel looked at you with wide open eyes, a sheepish smile on his lips. He then kissed your shoulders softly, his lips merely above a whiff of wind. His lips followed the shape of your shoulders, of your neck and he dragged his tongue along your collarbone before kissing you between your collarbone and your skin.

“I want you.”

You resumed kissing one another while Miguel lifted you up, taking you to his bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders while he struggled to unhook your bra.

“So eager, are we?”, you teased him between two kisses. One of his arms was holding you close to his body and his free hand was pulling on the clasp of your bra. He was growing red with excitement and embarrassment. When did he become this clumsy? It must have something to do with you, he thought. ‘Screw this thing.’ He groaned in frustration with this small garment and he lifted you higher. His fingers left the hook of your bra and instead he pulled on the right strap of your bra and lowered it using his mouth, before doing the same on the other side. Miguel then rested his face against your chest, his nose delving between your breasts before kissing them tenderly and smelling the sweet aroma of your skin.

You held his face close to your chest while kissing the roots of his hair. You entered the bedroom and Miguel helped you lay down the bed, putting your body over the sheets as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You squirmed on top of the covers, removing your bra before sitting down the bed. When you caught Miguel’s gaze on you, you almost laughed out loud at his funny face but there was such a heat inside this serious look that you soon found yourself unable to laugh or even look away. Before you could even ask him if everything was alright, Miguel moved closer and extended his arms to touch your knees. His eyes reveled in the shape of your body, taking his time admiring your complexion, your curves and every little detail on your body. After a short silence, he whispered quietly:

“You’re so beautiful.”

He would have been unable to imagine such a body as wonderful as yours, even in his wildest dreams. He asked with much reverence:

“Can I touch you, please?”

You nodded slowly, pulling him closer to you. His lips found your neck and he planted a few kisses there, just over your pulse and the base of your jawline. He then kissed you lower, dragging his mouth down your body, down your collarbones, the valley of your breasts and your stomach. When his lips touched your stomach, he made a low groan and began planting quick, wet pecks all over your tummy. The sensation was more ticklish than anything at first and it got you giggling. Miguel watched you from the corner of his eyes, a soft smile on his lips while he kept kissing you. With his hands holding your sides, he began drawing small circles over your skin using his thumbs.

“Your skin is so soft.”

You giggled even more at the compliment, too self-conscious to fully embrace it. But Miguel was more serious than ever with his face almost pressing against your stomach. He could smell the scent of your lotion, savor your plump flesh as one would savor a desert, lose himself into the quivering of your body.

“You smell so good.” With his flatten tongue, he licked your skin, moving lower until it reached the hem of your pants. He looked at you to make sure you were fine with this and after one nod from you, he buried his face between your thighs. You caught your breath in your throat, watching him nuzzling his face against your crotch as if he had found Heaven on Earth. His muffled groans let you know that so far, he was enjoying himself. His hands began working on the buttons of your pants and he lowered them enough to reveal your underwear. The scent coming from between your legs was so arousing to him that he couldn’t resist it. It would be his first time seeing you fully naked and he wanted to make this moment as perfect as it could be. On your side, you were more than eager for him to remove the last piece of clothes separating him from your intimacy.

The two of you exchanged one look before it was settled. With you approval, he carefully removed your panties, leaving you fully exposed. With a quiet moan, he watched your sex come in full view. His face kept hovering close to your lips, his warm breath hitting your skin, making your thighs quiver.

“Can I...kiss you there?”You let out a “yes” under your breath before he kissed your mount of Venus. Your pubes rubbed against his lips and he was now the one laughing softly. You seemed to realize something as he kept kissing your vulva. With wide open eyes, you blurted out:

“I’m...I’m clean. I recently got a screening...” He looked at you for a second, a little taken aback before kissing you again, this time a little lower. You felt his kisses getting more playful as he replied:

“Yeah, me too.” The two of you exchanged one amused look before he resumed kissing you. One of his hands was still holding your side and the other was rubbing your thigh. When his tongue made its way between your lips, you were already wet. Your swollen and warm lips felt like a cushion for his mouth and he closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep on them. With his lips firmly attached to your labia, he proceeded to suck and lick your core. After a moment, he decided he wanted to fully appreciate and experience your body. That’s how he slipped one finger between your thighs, making sure that you were wet enough. He went slowly as he inserted his index into you, teasing your entrance at first, smearing your wetness over your folds before pumping in and out at a slow pace. The wet sounds of your arousal coating his fingers made the two of you smile. He removed his finger and licked it off, taking in the taste of your cyprine before inserting an other finger into this time.

It was quite pleasurable on your side. His hooked fingers were pleasurable but you were craving his touch somewhere else. No matter how much you gyrated your hips, this wasn’t exactly it.

“Can you move a little higher please?”, you finally asked him. Miguel turned a little red at your request, apologizing while he removed his fingers.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.”

With your guidance, his fingers went on a hunt for your most sensitive spot and when he found it, he couldn’t let go of it. His fingers first exposed the head of your clitoris from its little hood. The look of amazement on his face was priceless at first but he soon grew more confident and his fingers were now rubbing and flicking the small bundle of nerves until it turned red and swollen. You were growing more sensitive on that spot and he could feel it. The heat in your lower body was also growing more and more and his fingers were soaked in your juice. It began to feel like a small irritation on your sex but you knew what that meant, your were getting close to your orgasm. You clenched your thighs in a reflex while a sensation almost like a tickle spread down there. Miguel’s lips were parted as he huffed a bit, watching you getting more and more excited was definitely making him feel hotter. His own sex was dripping with arousal and it almost felt uncomfortable, but he couldn’t care less as his only goal was to please you. His thumb moved faster over your clitoris causing you to moan in a high-pitched voice that was nothing like yours. He had never heard you make this type of sounds and he would lie saying that he didn’t like it. In fact he enjoyed them so much that he kept applying more pressure on your already swollen clit and his other hand rested now on your lower belly, applying a well-appreciated pressure. You felt like you were close to burst into his hands.

“Come on, love. You’re close, I can feel it…”

His soft words made you blush since it was also your first time hearing him speaking this way.

“I’m trying…”, you answered while a croaked moan escaped your lips.

“Don’t do anything. Just relax, love and let me do the work.” Miguel’s cocky smile didn’t help your blush but you did so and let your body relax and when you began feeling loose, his fingers spread your folds apart and he dipped his tongue, using it to circle your clitoris before swallowing the nub and suckling on it.

Your body twitched and you let out a sound that was both a groan and a moan while you threw your head backward onto pillows. Miguel watched your climax at a very close distance, your juice dripping down his tongue and he swallowed everything before resting his face on your belly.

“Did you like that?” You answered positively, a large smile on your face while your hands began to caress his face. Your let your fingers trace the outline of his cheekbones, his jaw and the shapeliness of his lips. They were still slick from your release but you couldn’t care less. Understanding your silent request, he crawled back on top of you and kisses your face this time. Your hands kept traveling lower on his body and they were now resting on the hem of his shirt. You’d never seen him shirtless once since his transition but today he would indulge in your curiosity. He quickly put a kiss on your forehead before standing up and removing his shirt. You had to hold yourself back as soon as you saw him or else, your hands would have already been all over him. You took in the view in front of you and a smile furled up your lips. He didn’t seem embarrassed by your staring. In fact, he enjoyed the attention you provided to him, whether it was with your hands, your eyes or your lips. You were kissing the crook of his neck, helping him to relax his tense shoulders while your hands roamed freely his sun-kissed skin. You felt Miguel shivering when your fingertips brushed against his top-surgery scars. They were not really prominent but you could still see them. He was anxiously waiting for you to say anything about them and your reaction surprised him.

“Can I kiss them?” He couldn’t deny you this and so your lips followed the curve of his chest, running along the scars. Your soft lips trailed down his broad chest until they landed on his navel.

The scent of his skin was tantalizing, almost making you feel dizzy. You were overwhelmed by how warm and soft his body was and with your skin pressed against his stomach you had to catch your breath. The feeling of your warm and hushed breath against him was a ticklish, but not unpleasant sensation. Miguel began to brush some strands of your hair, softly massaging your scalp before tilting your head up.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” But as soon as he saw your eyes, he knew there was no going back. You were too eager to discover his body and please him the same way he did to you. You gently pushed him back on the bed while his fingers unbuckled his belt. A wet patch had appeared in the front of his underwear and you pressed a soft kiss against it, making him whimper. He couldn’t wait to see how you would take care of him.

Watching his body writhing on top of the bed, squirming at every one of your touch was turning you on to the point that you couldn’t hide your enthusiasm. What you lacked in experience, you made up for with your eagerness. You were lapping at his folds while your fingers quickly thrust in and out of his cunt. You couldn’t believe how aroused he already was as your fingers were soaked in his juice.

“You’re so wet, baby…”, you moaned before hungrily kissing his clitoris. Miguel only groaned in answer, feeling his arousal reaching new heights. He had wanted you for so long and his body’s every reaction was the proof of this desire. He started mumbling in Spanish under his breath, making you smile as you kept on toying with his clitoris. Every time you were sliding your fingers inside him, you could feel his warm and wet walls tightening, squeezing you in the right way. This was giving you so many ideas about what you could do on an other occasion. At some point, you felt his walls clenching you harder and his orgasm took you by surprise. His his lifted up a bit and his hands gripped the sheets tighter. You watched in awe his body tensing like a bow until his release dripped down his thighs and your hands. His groans were now delicate moans as a wet jet of cyprine hit your chin. With one hand you held his hips onto the bed and with the other one you were flicking his clitoris, spraying both his thighs and his lower abdomen with the warm liquid. Miguel groaned at the feeling, he felt close again from just your touch.

“Sit on it please.”

When your two cunts began rubbing against one another, you couldn’t hold a gasp. His slick sex was heavenly and you rutted on top of him without any trouble. The way your clitoris was rubbing against him made a moaning mess out of you and he had to hold you by your waist. His eyes were scanning your face, memorizing every face you were making. He knew these delighted expression would follow him in his dreams for days, if not weeks. His words of praise and cheering were soon replaced by more moans before he reached a second orgasm. And then a third.

***

You were resting your head against Miguel’s chest while his hands rubbed your shoulders. He would plant soft kisses on your forehead or the tip of your noses from time to time, especially when you would close your eyes. It must have been already an hour since you told him that you needed to take a shower, and yet, your still snuggled against him, not wanting to move even a finger. His embrace was too comforting to leave just now and you thought you would never have enough of him.

“That was great.”, he whispered into your hair. You blushed at his words and silently agreed. When he saw that you were blushing, Miguel couldn’t resist teasing you further. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up.

“What are you doing?”, you asked with a wide smile. His cocky smile was back on his face and he replied after kissing the tip of your nose:

“Didn’t you say you wanted to take a shower?” He then added with a wink: "I think I could help with that."

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This was a really long story and I hope the end was not too rushed. I hope you liked it as well as the hint at my next story.

I'll be less active in January because of finals but I'll try my best to still post.

Merry Christmas to ya'll !