#Or feeling his chest pressed against your back as you hold onto the saddle

[harwin-breakbones-strong]

Ser Harwin Strong during the royal hunt in HOTD 'Second Of His Name'

[imonanotherlebel]

Passion - Jacaerys Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Reader

Not proof - read.

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Genre : Romance, Smut

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, kissing, penetrative sex

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The sky was painted with hues of amber and rose as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over Dragonstone. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and brine, mingling with the distant roars of dragons as they flew overhead. You stood at the edge of the castle's courtyard, your gaze fixed on the horizon, where Vermax's silhouette was visible against the fading light.

Vermax had grown considerably over the years, his once-sleek form now imposing and powerful. His scales shimmered like molten bronze in the fading light, and his wingspan cast a wide shadow over the courtyard. Once only able to carry a single rider, he was now more than large enough to comfortably saddle two, a testament to the bond he shared with his rider and the strength he had gained over time.

"Are you ready, my love?" Jacaerys's voice broke the tranquility, and you turned to see him approaching, a soft smile playing on his lips. He was already dressed in his riding leathers, the Targaryen crest emblazoned on his chest. His dark curls framed his handsome face, and the sight of him made your heart swell with affection.

"Always," you replied, smiling as you took his outstretched hand. He helped you up onto Vermax's saddle, settling you in front of him so that you were nestled against his chest. The dragon's scales were warm beneath you, and you could feel the rumble of Vermax's breathing as Jacaerys climbed up behind you.

"Soves, Vermax!" with Jace's command, Vermax spread his massive wings, lifting off from the ground with a powerful beat that sent a rush of exhilaration through you. You leaned back against Jacaerys, feeling the solid strength of his body as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as Vermax soared into the sky.

The wind whipped through your hair, the thrill of flight filling your veins as you looked out over the vast expanse of the sea. The world seemed to stretch out infinitely below you, and for a moment, it felt as though you and Jacaerys were the only two people in existence, free and untethered.

Jacaerys's breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in, his voice soft and intimate. "I've always loved seeing the world from up here, but it's even more beautiful with you snuggled close to my chest."

You smiled, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. "I feel the same way, Jace. There's nowhere I'd rather be than here, with you."

He pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin as Vermax banked gently to the left, beginning the descent back to Dragonstone. The island's familiar silhouette came into view, and soon enough, Vermax landed gracefully in the courtyard, the thrill of the ride still buzzing in your veins.

As you dismounted, your two young children of five and three came running out from the castle, their excited giggles filling the air. "Mama! Papa!" they called, their small feet pattering against the stone as they rushed to greet you.

Jacaerys scooped them both up into his arms, laughing as they clung to him with wide grins. "Did you enjoy watching us ride, my little dragons?" he asked, his tone teasing.

"Yes! Did Vermax fly really high?" Your son, who was the oldest, asked, his eyes wide with wonder.

"He did," you replied, ruffling his dark curls. "One day, you'll be riding him with us."

Your daughter of three clung to your leg, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Can I fly with Vermax too, Mama?"

"Of course, sweetling," you said, crouching down to press a kiss to her forehead. "But not until you're a little older. Then you can ride your own dragon, too."

"Mine own dragon is small. I want to ride Vermax!", the little boy exclaimed, his eyes twinkling. Your daughter giggled, copying her brother's enthusiasm towards your husband's dragon.

Jacaerys set the children down, watching as they scampered off to play, their laughter echoing through the courtyard. He turned to you, his expression softening as he took your hand in his. "Looks like they've got a lot to do. Shall we retire for the evening as well, my princess?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

Your heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes, and you nodded, your own desire mirroring his. "Lead the way, my prince."

He took your hand, leading you through the castle's corridors to your chambers. The moment the door closed behind you, the air between you shifted, crackling with a familiar intensity that had only grown stronger over the years. Jacaerys wasted no time, pulling you into a searing kiss that left you breathless, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive urgency.

You moaned into his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair as you tugged him closer, the heat between you building with every touch, every kiss. His hands found the ties of your riding leathers, and with practiced ease, he began to undress you, his movements quick but deliberate, as though he couldn't bear to be apart from you for a moment longer.

Once your clothes were discarded, Jacaerys guided you to the bed, laying you down gently before stripping off his own leathers. His eyes raked over your naked form, a dark hunger burning in their depths as he crawled over you, his body pressing down against yours with a delicious weight.

His lips found your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone, his hands mapping out every curve of your body as though he were committing you to memory all over again. The familiarity of his touch, the way he knew exactly how to make you gasp and moan, only heightened your arousal, and you arched into him, your body begging for more.

"Jace," you breathed, your voice trembling with need as you felt him pressing against your thigh, hot and hard. "Please..."

His response was a low growl against your skin as he positioned himself between your thighs, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss as he slowly pushed into you. The sensation of him filling you was both familiar and exhilarating, the perfect blend of pleasure and connection that came from years of loving each other so intimately.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, each one drawing out a wave of pleasure that left you trembling beneath him. The way he filled you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, was nothing short of bliss, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core with every thrust.

Jacaerys's pace quickened, his breathing growing more ragged as he drove into you with increasing intensity, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he took you higher and higher. The room was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the slapping of skin against skin, the breathless moans and gasps that escaped your lips as you chased the peak of ecstasy.

It wasn't long before you felt yourself on the edge, your body trembling with the force of your impending release. Jacaerys could feel it too, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his own climax, his lips pressing wet kisses to your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he could reach.

With one final, deep thrust, you were both sent over the edge, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release washing over you in a flood of sensation. Jacaerys followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he spilled his seed into you, his hands clutching at your hips as he rode out the last shudders of his release.

For a moment, the world seemed to still, the only sound in the room the ragged breaths of Jacaerys and yours. Jacaerys slowly lowered himself down beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his hands stroking gently over your hair as you both caught your breath.

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The light started to dim through the windows as you lay entwined in Jacaerys's arms, the warmth of his body a comforting presence beside you. The evening had been one of passion and love, a reminder of the deep bond you shared as husband and wife.

Jacaerys pulled your face closer once more, fingers entangled in your hair. He started to kiss you softly, his neediness growing once more.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your passionate moment, and Jacaerys groaned, burying his face in your neck as if to shield himself from the inevitable intrusion.

"Go away, Luke," Jacaerys called out, his voice muffled against your skin.

The door creaked open, and Lucerys peeked in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Mother says dinner is ready, and she sent me to fetch you. Or should I tell her you're otherwise occupied?"

You laughed, swatting at Jacaerys's shoulder playfully as he groaned again. "We'll be down in a moment, Luke," you said, trying to suppress your own amusement.

"Take your time," Lucerys replied with a wink before closing the door behind him, leaving you and Jacaerys alone once more.

Just as you were about to settle back into Jacaerys's embrace, the door flew open again, this time with Rhaena and Joffrey barging in, both grinning like fools. "Are you two planning to stay in bed?" Rhaena teased, crossing her arms with an exaggerated sigh.

"Seems like it," Joffrey added with a wink, making you and Jacaerys exchange amused glances.

Jacaerys sighed, rolling onto his back as he gazed up at the ceiling, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I suppose we should join the others before they send the whole castle to drag us out."

You chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his chest before reluctantly sliding out of bed. As you began to dress, you couldn't help but steal glances at your husband, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he stretched, the marks of your passion still visible on his skin. The sight sent a thrill through you, a reminder of the love and desire you shared.

Jacaerys finally rose from the bed, pulling on his own clothes with a lazy ease that only made him more irresistible. He caught your eye and smirked, clearly aware of the effect he had on you. "Don't look at me like that, or we might never leave this room," he teased, his tone light and playful.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile as you finished dressing. "As tempting as that sounds, we do have responsibilities, my love."

He sighed dramatically, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. "Very well, let's face them together."

Hand in hand, you made your way to the dining hall, where the rest of the family was already gathered. The children were seated at the table, eagerly digging into their dinner, while Rhaenyra and Daemon conversed quietly at the head of the table. Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, and Joffrey were seated nearby, their faces lighting up as they spotted you and Jacaerys entering the room.

"There they are!" Lucerys exclaimed, a teasing grin on his face. "We were starting to think you'd decided to skip dinner altogether."

Jacaerys chuckled, squeezing your hand as you both took your seats. "Not today, Luke. We wouldn't want to miss out on Mother's famous lemon cakes."

Rhaenyra glanced over at you both, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "I trust you two had a good restful evening?"

The slight arch of her brow made you blush, but you managed to maintain your composure. "Very restful, Your Grace," you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Daemon smirked, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Good to see the young ones are still keeping the fire alive."

Rhaenyra shot him a look, but there was amusement in her eyes as well. "Let them be, Daemon. They're allowed their moments of happiness."

As dinner continued, the atmosphere remained light and filled with laughter, the warmth of family, and the bonds that had been forged through love and loyalty. Your children chattered excitedly about their plans for the next day, while Jacaerys stole occasional glances at you, his eyes filled with an affection that made your heart swell.

After dinner, the family began to disperse, each member heading off to their chambers. As you stood to leave, Joffrey approached with a sly grin on his face. "If you two ever need a babysitter for the little ones, I'm sure Lucerys and I could be persuaded," he offered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You laughed, swatting his arm playfully. "I'll keep that in mind, Joffrey. But don't think I didn't notice how you conveniently avoided the last time we asked."

Lucerys joined in on the teasing. "I'm sure Vermax could help keep them entertained. He's always up for a game of 'Chase the Dragon, isn't he?"

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, but the fond smile on his lips betrayed his amusement. "Just remember, you're the one who has to explain it to Mother if anything goes wrong."

The banter continued as you made your way out of the dining hall. The day had been beautiful. Your heart swelled with happiness and appreciation for your family.

But as you and Jacaerys walked hand in hand through the corridors of Dragonstone, the warmth of his touch and the memory of the evening lingered between you, a silent promise of the passion and love that would continue to burn bright, no matter what the future held. You just knew the passion was not over for the night. The chambers tonight will be....... eventful.

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[thegnomelord]

I REALLY LOVE THE STRAIGHTFOWARD WEREWOLVES SOAP. OMG. Its just really funny in my head, imagine the way soap would act so shameless around the reader, uncaring about the stare he got because thats just how they are! The werewolves race with their no-shit and unfiltered attitude, and oh if they take interest in you, prepare your heart especially if you has a weak one; because surely they'll cling their every waking moment with you, sniffing every spots of you that they can reach. Absurd yet endearing flirtiratios compliments would hurled at you, catching you off guard cause they just come out of nowhere. Baring their fangs at potential rivals, worst case scenario if its their own race, because they can and will get violent, best calmed the werewolves down before anything awful happened. Just a thing between werewolves to prove which one is the stronger and more qualified, whose more worthy of your love, in their point of view.

If you have the time can you make a short fic, it would be the highlight of my life for weeks!!

Okay yes but also because I love needy clingy pathetic Soap too much lol

CW: NSFW, gn reader, grinding, somnophillia, quick and rough.

You've noticed that Soap has started to act. . . strange.

He's started trying to feed you all types of stuff, mostly meat, seeking you out at all times of the day. You'll see him go out to the woods and come back with some large animal, and an hour later he'll be coming to you with a plate of food and a 'Kiss the cook' apron on (every time you have to bite back from drawing attention to the fact the arrows point down to his dick). "Hey, need that wonderful mouth of yer's to try this out." He says, watching with rapt attention as you try his food, taking every critique with a wagging tail.

And if you like his food, oh, there's a giant grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, ye like that?" He comes closer, the plate in your hands forcing distance between you two. "Reckon this cook should get a reward." He's already stepping around to press his chest flush with your back before he can finish his sentence, and you don't have the heart to stop him because the food is mouth watering and he's just scenting you, even if the occasional flick of his tongue against your nape makes you shiver. (You, again, try not to draw attention to a hard bulge grinding into your ass)

That's the other thing. He's gotten really clingy.

He's always been clingy with all the team members, nuzzling his cheek against Gaz, whining like a kicked puppy when pushes him away with a hand on his face, tail wagging as he scents Price. Usually he's satisfied after he's done scenting the lads in your team, happy to continue with his business.

But with you. . .

You can't even sit on the couch for five seconds before his burly body is snuggling up to you, taking his seat in your lap like he owns it, like he's a lap dog. Doesn't even excuse himself before his hands are groping your biceps as he nuzzles your neck. "Aye, yer so hoht," He purrs, full body rubbing against you. "Could use ye fer a blanket on cold nights." You don't know how to feel about that, his words causing your mind to stutter long enough for him to replace the scents lingering on you with his own.

And when someone enters to find you like this, he doesn't even throw them a glance, gripping onto you like a koala and all you can do is mouth a 'help me'. Doesn't work though, as the second he senses someone is getting near he's growling like a monster truck's engine, glaring at the poor sod with his face still stuck in your neck.

Or, if you're busy with something, he'll saddle up to you, ears perked up. "Oi, bonnie, hold som'ting fer me." He'll whine, tugging on your arm until you sigh.

"Fine, just give it here." You growl, holding out your arm, still concentrated on what you're doing.

Next thing you know you're cupping his jaw, his head resting on your hand. "Anyone ever tell ye, yer got perfect hands te grope with?" Johnny grins at you, that one snaggletooth fang pinching his lip, using your confusion to rub the scent glands in his cheeks against your palm, making sure you smell like him.

You shake out of your stupor and pull your hand back, resisting giving in when he gives you such a heartbroken whine. "No, Johnny." You growl and shoo him away, but he still manages to brush his tail against your leg.

You make the mistake to fall asleep on the communal couch after a grueling day of training recruits. When Johnny finds you, his nose immediately trying to get a whiff of your scent, he growls when he can barely get traces of it beneath the smell of dirt and sweat and way too many people when the only scent you should have on you is his. His inner wolf growls along with him, his ears pricking up straight, staring at your sleeping form.

He's more than happy to rectify your mistake.

He lays on top of you, purring happily to himself when you don't even shift. "Good mate," He hums to himself, wrapping around you like a blanket, face buried in your neck once again. His hands slide beneath your shirt, making him pant into your skin from the sensation of your muscles beneath his hands. He moves his body slowly, seeking to have as much skin contact as he can, mouth watering and angel bells ringing in his skull at how he can taste his scent replacing everyone else's on your skin.

He doesn't notice when he starts to nibble on your neck, but it's the sensible next move, what better way to keep competition away than let everyone know you're taken? Johnny's marks bloom across your throat as he sucks hickeys into your skin, his wolf and himself standing on common ground to make sure you're covered in his marks.

He pulls back his head to look at his work and groans, cock immediately hardening in his pants from you covered in his marks. His hips gain a life of their own, thighs gripping your own as he grinds down, already half drunk on your scent.

You wake up to find his hot breath fanning over your face, the sensation of something hard grinding against your leg dissipating any residual drowsiness. "Johnny, what the fuck?" You ask, voice rough from sleep, only now registering his weight on top of you.

"'m sorry bonnie," Johnny whines, burying his face into your neck to muffle his whining. "Just- hah- needed ye."

You grumble, but you can't hide the way heat burns through your veins at the sight of him, his face flushed, claws gripping you like you'll disappear, desperately humping against your leg.

"I can see that." You say, tensing your thigh to give aid him in his grinding, your eyes growing wide at the loud moan that escapes him, like he's a whore on camera.

"Oh, shite, thank ye, thank ye, thank ye-" He whines, his humping growing faster, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the way you hadn't pushed him away, that you're accepting his advances, muttering 'mate' under his breath as he chases after his orgasm.

He cums before either one of you knows it, a dark stain forming in his pants as he bites down and groans into your neck. You grunt, but Soap's quick to release your skin and lap at the aching spots with his tongue, soothing the pain.

"'m sorry bonnie." He mumbles, cock still hard in his pants, his wolfish eyes settling on you. Shame nibbles on his stomach for cumming so fast when he can't smell a lot of arousal on you, his wolf growling at him to show you how good he can be.

You jump when his hand slides down to grip your crotch roughly, his pupils dilating at the way a small moan slips past your lips. "Lemme make it up fer ye yeah?"

[shirefantasies]

The Hobbit Characters' Favorite Body Part of Yours

Another one I did for LoTR a while back but not The Hobbit so here we go 😌 warning: slightly suggestive at times, one minor swear

Balin

Upon first asking, you might not know, may not even so much as consider your love as having a favorite. Greater thought yields memory, however, a realization. Balin has a soft spot for your forehead- loves pressing kisses there, quick bursts of reassurance when you are under stress or sick. Moments of affection for all to see, pure, loving, gentle. That would also explain his habit of playfully butting his forehead to yours or the way he keeps you connected before and after longer kisses.

Dwalin

It’s no secret how much Dwalin adores your legs- his eyes are ever upon you as you throw them over a saddle, bare them to wade, rest them atop his lap and give him a pretty smile when he strokes them. Straddling him is a quick way to catch his attention and earn a smile to boot, your dwarf’s hands going immediately to rub circles on your hips and his eyes completely caught up in you. Whispers of all kinds of affections make their way between you as Dwalin savors the moment, pressing your bodies as close as he can get them.

Thorin

An anchor can always be found simply by looking into your eyes. A fount of trust and care, one look can take Thorin miles in calm and reassurance, especially when it feels like all is against him. Your eyes speak volumes even if your expression is kept in steel, aiding Thorin in his quest to fulfil all your desires. Memorizing every change in your eyes is his greatest goal, forging a connection so strong you needn't any words to convey it. You look to his, too, glancing at him in moments of amusement, derision, desire. All of them bonding you further and further, warming his heart to know he is the first you wish to see, just as you are the first thought in the king's own mind.

Oin

Your chest. Not so much for the stereotypical reasons, but simply because of the way it literally holds your heart. Your gentle rhythm, your very source of life and the warmth Oin seeks out again and again. He secretly loves resting his head there where he can listen to it, let it lull him to sleep. If you allow it the healer’s lips will find purchase there, peppering their love over your heart and along your beautiful collarbones in appreciation of the wonderful life you are.

Gloin

His hands run over or comb through your hair about as often as they can; no matter the length of it, no matter the texture or the way you wear it you will have a guardian of your hair in Gloin. He makes no secret how proud he is of the honor he’s received to be the only one that can touch it. And alright, yes, perhaps he likes to show it off, too! If it is long enough, he braids your hair as soon as you consent to it, and he’ll bother his brother again and again for anything that helps care for it. Even the most elaborate of styles and routines will become second nature to him- soon you will not even be lifting a finger. The others say he’s spoiling you, to which he says “Damn right!”

Bifur

Your hands hold a special place in Bifur's heart; they symbolize your willingness to learn, the opening of your heart to someone so many closed off to, and who closed off to them in turn. The little gestures you made chipping away at his heart and bolstering his faith. You seek his attention, wave them to show him little wonders just as he does. They form words and phrases, sometimes even capturing thoughts you wish to share with no one but him. Even when static, they can communicate much- how tightly you hold onto his, the way they rest against his chest right above his heartbeat, trace his cheek to initiate a kiss he never thought he'd earn.

Bofur

Can’t resist your lips. They’re like the sweetest of candies, the greatest prize he gets to claim and him alone. Bofur never takes for granted his luck, practically worshipping your lips as he takes his sweet time with them. And who else does he have to thank for your gorgeous smile, the blessing of sunshine it brings to the world? His mission in life is to keep that smile sticking around as much as possible. And if it’s against his own smile, why he won’t complain in the slightest, simply surrendering to the wash of euphoria and thanking his lucky stars.

Bombur

Your cheeks, of course! Irresistibly adorable, Bombur loves to see the curve of them as you smile, any flush that might be visible, especially if you are feeling shy. Of course he loves to kiss them, holding you steady and peppering them with sweet love at any opportunity. Even before longer, more passionate kisses he will make his way along your cheeks first. Bombur wants to be the only one to wipe your beautiful face of any tears that may befall it, his touch so gentle as he comforts you, swiping his thumb over your cheek before you're in his arms completely, enveloped in each other's lovely warmth.

Dori

Dori loves your eyes; he often describes how when you first met, he could see your heart straight through them. Windows to the soul, subtle tells of emotion and love and things otherwise unseen, he loves to gaze into them as long as you let him. There is a kindness, a sympathy to them that grounds Dori, gives him faith when his has left him, brings calm. He loves also the way they darken, the burns of passion, flames of battle, or even looks of beckoning desire flaring up from deeper within. Such is part of why he so enjoys nights where you lay facing one another, tracing every shift in those very windows, the access one can gain from study.

Nori

Obsessed with your hips. Loves gripping them to pull you against his chest, especially if they have plenty of soft flesh to dig his fingers into. Sneaks up behind you to wrap his hands around them and press kisses to your neck. Having a hand wrapped protectively around your hip or reaching into your pocket are moments of clear intimacy, a way for Nori to show off that you're his and he's yours, no one else's. The feeling of your hips against his is pure bliss, so tug him in upon the beltloops of his trousers to give him a grin nothing will wipe off!

Ori

Your entire face is his favorite, the ever-changing expressions and of course your smile. He can try to capture each and every variation, but that would take an age. As long as he wishes he could have with you. Your smile is like pure sunshine to him, your every furrow and twitch a treasure trove of information he hopes to be able to read like a book to be at your side with what you need in an instant. Your face projects your heart and soul in the most encapsulating, beautiful way, and the very sight of it never fails to bring Ori a rush of emotion.

Fili

He favors your thighs, loves the sturdy form of them and the soft skin of he can dig his hands into. Revels ever in the sensation of your legs tangling with his every time you sit together and he holds you on his lap, gesture of lifting you up onto him punctuated with a squeeze or two or three. Your shared moments of leisure are nothing short of treasure, the way you face him and peer into his eyes, one arms slung around your waist and the other hand tracing patterns on your thigh, falling into your warmth and softness like a trap he never wants to escape.

Kili

Shows a lot of love to your shoulders. He has his habit of kissing all the way up to your arm, but you also notice it when he playfully comes up behind you and lifts you off your feet, burying his head between your neck and shoulders. If your hair is long, sweeping it off your shoulder to replace it with his cheek or lips is so utterly romantic in Kili's mind. Same goes for baring them, sliding your top down or playfully unbuttoning it for access. And what better way to help you relax after a strenuous day than a massage, running his hands gently over your shoulders and kneading tension from your neck and back?

Bilbo

There's just something about your nose- the shape of it, the little ways it twitches and gives away the smallest expressions. Wrinkling in displeasure often shared with Bilbo himself and bringing moments of laughter amidst everything. A look shared between you two, after all, speaks volumes and strengthens your bond all at once, bringing a smile to Bilbo's face that he has one he can read so well. In your more affectionate moments the hobbit loves to pull you close, placing a kiss upon your adorable nose before moving down to peck your lips again and again, his own curving upward in contentment at your proximity.

Lindir

Your hands. True works of art and their creators all in one. Purveyors of your passion, be they plucking instruments, spreading paint across a canvas, delicately turning pages upon discoveries… Lindir could watch them work forever. Not to mention the shivers that run down his spine when they fall upon him, the sparks when those very same hands that bring forth beauty and command passion caress his face, bringing him eagerly to your delicious lips. Much as he enjoys their actions in freedom, sometimes he desires to keep them for himself, holding their warmth in his, intertwining your beautiful fingers and kissing the back of your hand to display the very connection of your souls.

Thranduil

Your neck, oh that gorgeous expanse, is the subject of much attention by Thranduil. Trailing kisses up its entirety before claiming your lips, even letting his teeth sink in ever so slightly. The woodland king's favorite method of distracting you while you work is to sneak his way behind you, hands reaching to your waist, head tilting, lips upon your neck. You can practically feel them smirk against you at the way you automatically tilt your own head to grant him access. Thranduil wants all to see that you belong to him, not as a possession, but as a promise he works to honor in all facets; thus, he indulges his love of adorning you with the most extravagant jewels he can find, standing you against his chest as he drapes his gift over your neck. For who but the king could provide such things? Tracing his hand over the jewels, he kisses your collarbones before his lips seek their favorite home.

Bard

There is something so alluring about your back- the way it is bared only for him, the tensing and shifting of muscles beneath flesh and the wonderful soft bits he can hold onto. Unable to resist running his hands up and down your spine when he holds and kisses you, Bard gets double the pleasure feeling the shivers he sends running down your skin. Plus such an area is a much more discreet place for love bites he may leave when he holds you from behind, placing kissed along your shoulders and neck.

Beorn

Beorn admires your arms. The strength they carry, the ripple of muscle with their every motion. Beyond the practical, he appreciates also the softer moments, the times you both surrender to vulnerability, arms wrapping tenderly around each other and your head falling against him gently. Trust for so long was a rarity, and yet her he is giving it, surrendering to your arms. In pauses from work Beorn often strides over to stand at your back, his hands rubbing your shoulders and trailing down your arms as he beckons you to come rest. Your eagerness brings rare smiles to his face and the way you flex your muscles even gets a laugh out of him.

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Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: Taking a ride with Arthur, you found yourself ambushed by O’Driscols, you were shot straight through the stomach..

Angst, fluff, some gore (I’m not good at writing it so)

Not my best work, hopefully you guys like it!

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Arthur rode back to camp as quickly as he could, your weak body sitting in the saddle in front of him. His eyebrows knitted together tightly, a clear testament to the turmoil churning within. He held your limp body against him tightly, staring out at the road ahead. His free arm snapped the reigns of his horse, driving it faster.

"Stay with me, keep those eyes open!" he urged, cradling your weakened form. You had been Ambushed by O'Driscolls during while on your way to town to pick up things for Dutch, a bullet had found you, tearing through your midsection.

Arthur's embrace acted as both a shield and a sanctuary, his palm pressing firmly against your belly to slow the blood that quickly pored out. "We’re Almost to camp, I promise I’ll get you help there." he spoke with hushed urgency.

“Arthur..” you whispered breathlessly. Your hands rested atop of his, pressing it farther into the puncture wound on your stomach. This was the most intense pain you have ever felt, every little movement you made had sent searing pain throughout your body. Your knuckles began to turn white due to how tightly you held his hand, You weren’t meaning to squeeze him so hard.

His horse sprinted through the dense forest, staying on the path that would soon take you to horseshoe overlook. Each hard step the horse took, rocked your body, sending waves of pain through your wound.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you darling.” He whispered gently in your ear, trying to comfort you, all the while trying to keep himself calm as well. He was freaking out, his mind running with possibilities. He was so worried that he wouldn’t make it in time.. that you’d die in his arms.

You fought with all your might to stay strong, but eventually, the weight became too much. Tiny sobs shook your body, betraying the emotions you usually kept hidden.

Arthur could see the camp come into view, a small hopeful sigh escaped his lips. He urged his horse to go faster, matching the pounding rhythm of his heart.

The blood quickly pouring from your wound stained the fabric of your long sleeve shirt. You quickly began to feel light headed by how much blood you were loosing.. not to mention the awful pain.

"Darling, stay with me. Don't close your eyes," Arthur pleaded, tightening his grasp, and pulling you farther into his chest.

He pulled his horse up the road, and into the camp. He skidded to a stop just at the hitching poles, and jumped off, pulling you off his steed, and holding you carefully in his arms.

“Somebody, help!” Arthur called, quickly caring your frail body into camp. You curled farther into him, holding the puncture wound on your stomach tightly, letting out small whimpers and grunts.

You’ve never felt pain like this before. Sure you’ve been shot plenty of times, but in places like your leg and your arm. Never once have you been shot somewhere like this, somewhere so painful, so fatal..

He quickly carried you over to his cot, several other camp members following in tail, either curious if you were okay, or there to help.

Arthur laid you down with utmost care, his arms retreating as he cleared some space around you. "Back up, give her some air!" he yelled out firmly, ensuring no one crowded too close. “Arthur, what happened?” Susan asked him as she rushed over to his tent.

"Susan, she— shes been shot," he said, panic edging his voice as he moved to fetch supplies. "Reverend, we need you. I'll explain later—just help her now!"

Susan pulled up a chair besides the cot, swiping the medical supplies out of Arthur’s hand and placing them onto the night stand besides her.

She wastes no time, her hands find the hem of your shirt, and pull it up, just below your chest so that your whole stomach was exposed.

Your breathing grows heavier, panic coursing through your veins. You knew what was about to happen, and even though you needed it to be done to survive, you were scared. Your chest heaved up and down, eyes fixated on her hands as they grew closer to the bloody hole in your abdomen.

Susan reached her tweezers inside the wound, digging around for the bullet that hadn’t yet left. Your eyes shoot wide, a pained gasp leaving your lips as you began to squirm, instinctively reaching out for Arthur seeking solace and comfort.

"Just hang in there, darling. I ain't goin' anywhere," Arthur comforted, reaching down and placing his hands on your shoulders in a steady grip, offering a sense of comfort amidst the pain and fear, but also keeping you still.

"Just stay still, don’t move.” As the others worked to remove the bullet, Arthur's gaze never left your body, his concern evident in his eyes. He stayed in his spot, trying to keep you as still as possible so they could help you.

The pain shot through you as Susan carefully pried open your wound even farther. The edges of the torn skin exposed muscle underneath, a distressing sight.

In the midst of your groans from the intense pain, Arthur's hands laid on your shoulders, squeezing you slightly, providing comfort and support.

Susan quickly found the piece of lead that was lodged into you, pulling it out and dropping it beside you. Reverend to over, gently rubbing your stomach with a wet towel, cleaning it as best as he could.

"We've got it," Arthur whispered gently, his voice filled with reassurance. You faintly heard what he said as your head began to spin, eyes growing heavy. You knew you were about to loose consciousness..

“Hey— Hey! stay awake!” He spoke quickly, one of his hands going up to your cheek in a way to keep you awake. He could see your fatigue, he knew you were falling asleep.

You felt yourself going limp, your breathing growing slower as you began to succumb to your exhaustion. “I’m so tired..” Arthur’s Heart sank as he heard the last words you managed to say before passing out.

———

You awoke with a small gasp, your eyes squinting from the bright morning light. You quickly looked around, trying to piece together what had happened, you noticed the bandages on your body, and the slight ache coursing through your stomach. Confusion filled your mind, and then it all came rushing back—the events of the previous night.

You looked to the side, and there sat Arthur, his hand in yours. He was hunched over your bed, head resting in his palm.

“Arthur..” you whispered, although your voice was rather raspy. You watched as he quickly sat up straight, his eyes wide and his lips agape slightly. “Y/n..” he whispered, hand squeezing yours tightly.

You quickly looked away, not quite to sure what to say. You felt the need to apologize, for everything. For being reckless enough to get shot, and for making him deal with you. You felt like you burdened him.

“Arthur I— I’m sorry.” You shook your head, a frown finding its way to your lips. “I didn’t mean for you to have to deal with my mistakes.. I should have been foolish enough to allow myself to be shot—“

“No, no. Don’t apologize.” He hushed you quickly, shaking his head, bring his other hand up and squeezing your hand even tighter. “It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t ask for any of this to happen.”

His voice was filled with sincerity as he continued. “And I couldn’t bear to see you loose your life. I care about you to much for that.. so taking care of you was really no trouble at all.”

The warmth in your smile didn't wane, even as you attempted to push yourself up to sit. But as you moved, a sharp pain shot through your midsection. You froze, a pained grunt escaping your lips. The discomfort a rude reminder of your injuries. Through the haze of pain, you felt a surge of affection for Arthur, your heart swelling for the man who had stayed by your side through it all.

He quickly realized your hand, scooting one of his arms under your back to help you up. “Careful there.” He warned.

You smiled gratefully at him as he helped prop you up. “I would hug you, but unfortunately I can’t lean forward.” Arthur chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Then let me make it easier for you.”

He moved forwards, and gently pulled your body into a tight embrace, carefully though so he wouldn’t hurt you. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath, breathing in your scent. He never wanted this to end. He was so worried that he was going to loose you, that he was up all night sitting here by your side.

And now that your awake, and okay, sitting in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel over joyed and happy. His grip around you tightened. “Oh Y/n.. I thought I lost you..” he whispered against your neck.

Your face flushed red, as you felt his breath against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Oh Arthur, I ain’t going down that easy.” You joked, a small airy chuckle escaping your lips, but you immediately regretted it as soon as you felt a sharp pain move throughout your belly.

“Careful now.” Arthur pulled back slightly, removing one of his arms from you and bringing it to rest on your stomach lightly as he looked down at it, not realizing just how close your faces were.

Your eyes widened a bit, his face was just inches away from yours. You could feel your heart beating faster in your chest, and by now you forgot all about your pain.

Arthur slowly brought his gaze up to meet yours, his cheeks were tinted a light pink as he realized how close he was. Not that he was complaining.

His hand slowly slipped up, and cupped your cheek, his eyes never leaving you as he did. By now your heart was beating a million miles an hour, and you could feel butterflies settle in the pit of your stomach. Oh god, how badly you just wanted to love forwards and kiss him.

It seemed your prayer had been answered. Your heart skipped a beat as Arthurs hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, gently moving you forward, and placing his lips atop yours. You closed your eyes and wasted no time in kissing him back. It was a quick, yet passionate kiss, And you could tell he was trying to be gentle with you, considering all that had happened.

A soft whisper escaped your lips as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that..” you confessed, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside you…

———————————————————

[bump1nthen1ght]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing:Trans!Male!Reader x Male!Centaur

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluffy Smut, Established Relationship, Breeding Kink

Warnings: AFAB terms used to describe anatomy.

Word Count: 1646 words

Summary: After many nights of diligent practice, you saddle up and take your boyfriend all the way.

FiRequest: could i possibly request male centaur x trans male reader?? they’ve been dating for a while and working up to it but it’s the first time reader has managed to take his boyfriends full cock 🫢 afab terms for anatomy are fine and maybe a little breeding kink thrown in if you’re comfy with it!!

A/N: Y’all know I had to give it this title

You think tonight is going to be the night.

There’s an energy in the air as you watch Samuel cook, perched on your shared couch. He’s always been a handsome centaur; a finely cut jaw with a well-maintained beard, dark caramel eyes set behind long lashes, and silky hair that falls down in luscious curls all the way to his back, but something about tonight had every step he takes stirring something hot in your gut. The way his back stretches out his t-shirt, the way you can see the muscles of his shoulders move as he dices his onions, the way the more human torso arches and his front legs bend as he takes a mini stretch.

Your engine is revved by the time dinner is served, and you know tonight will be the night.

The two of you are locked in a sloppy makeout, dirty dishes still in the sink as you sit on the counter, legs wrapped around Samuel’s ribcage. His long piano fingers dance up your sides, playing with your pajama shirt. You grind against his navel, and he chuckles against your lips.

“Someone’s eager.”

“You’re so hot.” You say between messy kisses, feeling up his muscular lower back. “How could I not be?”

Samuel chuckles again, ignoring your whines and pulling away to kiss at your neck. His hands move from your waist to your butt, sliding under to pick you up. Your ankles cross behind him.

“Need you.” You moan, grinding onto hum like a horny teenage. “Need your cock.”

Samuel’s eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Your voice keens. “I think-” you suck in a breathe, knowing this a hold claim to make, “-I think I’m ready for all of it”

Samuel’s brows shoot up, taken slightly aback.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I wanna try, atleast.” You pout, fingers carding through his long tresses. “I’ve been practicing so much.”

And you have, both with and without him. You had bought appropriately sized dildo’s to masturabte with, cockwarming during long edging sessions just to make sure. Last time you had been able to take him until 4 inches were left, but you're confident in your practice.

Tonight is the night.

Samuel stares at you for a long time, probably wondering if you’re too crazed on lust to be trusted, but then he smirks.

“Ok, babe. We’ll try.” Samuel hikes you up on his chest, pulling you closer, face-to-face. “Same position as usual?”

You nod, eyes practically full of stars at the thought. Samuel smirks and gives you a peck on the lips, before carrying you to the bedroom.

Samuel is gentle as he sets you down onto the bed, pulling open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and your knee pillow. You stay close by his side, drawing your finders up and down his chest. You bite your lips as you pull up the hem of his shirt, admiring his treasure trail and solid stomach. Samuel shivers when you press a kiss right below his belly button. Your mischievous hand wanders down his lower half and across his front, slipping between his two front legs and petting at his fur. Eyes glance down as well, catching a peak of his cock coming out of its sheath. You wolf-whistle, sliding off the bed and shimmying off your shorts in one motion.

“You’re insatiable, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Samuel says, voice low as his hand brushes between your thighs, just missing your aching hole. You whine, throwing back your ass and laying your torso onto the bed.

“I told you.” Your voice is salacious, lower lip bitten between your teeth, “I need your cock, badly.”

Stars shoot behind your eyelids as Samuel rubs two lubed-up fingers between your lips, middle finger circling your clit. He simpers.

“Yeah, you were made for this dick, huh?” Two fingers slide in easily, scissoring outward to stretch your walls. You just nod, knees digging into their pillow as you sink into the feeling. “Didn’t know my boyfriend was such a cock-tease.”

Samuel climbs up the bed, his two front knees resting beside your shoulders as he aims his cock up with your entrance. He leans forward to grab the bar you two installed just for this position, something to grab on to as he humps. Samuel’s hot head presses against your hole, as girthy as ever.

“Ready?” Samuel whispers from above, neck craned to look down between his legs, always double checking to make sure you're not crushed under his weight. You nod and give a singular pat to his fetlock, your signal to go ahead.

There’s always a slight burn when Samuel enters you, having a nearly 10 inch dick will always do that. But your body falls into position easily, your muscles relaxing to allow for easier entry, no pain causing you to clench up.

“F-uck.” Samuel’s voice drawls as the first inch, then the second, then fourth, then sixth feel your walls clench around him. You bite down on the blanket below you, toes curling into the floor. But you can do it, you can.

He hesitates a bit at the 7th inch, knowing that's usually your limit. But you give him another single pat to the leg, and he keeps going, extra slow.

It takes a tortuous amount if time for both of you, legs shaking from the tension and palpable desire, but then-

“Holy shit.” Samuel says, half amazed and half relieved. You wiggle your hips, and feel Samuel’s balls snug against you.

You’ve fit him to the hilt.

“Well?” You laugh, trying to act as if you're not on the edge just like he is. “What are you waiting for?”

You thrust your hips back, eyes rolling back as Samuel’s dick presses against the deepest part inside you. His breath hitches, stomach trembling above you.

“Oh, you asked for it.” Samuel growls, steadying his hooves.

Despite the sassy tone, Samuel’s first thrusts are tentative. He only pulls out an inch or too, moving at a glacial pace. It’s good for getting you accustomed, but you quickly yourself wanting more. You throw your hips back again, wining like an animal in heat.

“So desperate.” Samuel pants.

“Please, Sammy.” You give him your best puppy eyes from below. “Fuck me.”

That's the straw that breaks the centaurs back, Sam pulling out halfway and slamming into you with enough force to send you a couple inches across the bed. A dumb smile spreads across your face.

It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy as Samuel starts fucking you for real, heavy balls slapping against you with each hump. Your vision goes spotty every time he hits your g-spot, mouth wide open and tongue lolled out in a pant.

“Oh my g-od.” Your voice trembles as your fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, feeling not unlike a fleshlight, yanked down again and again in your boyfriends massive cock. The bed shakes under your weight.

“Take it, take it.” Samuel grunts, his knuckles turning white as they grip on the bar. “Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way to-” a thrust, “-the” and another “-hilt.” and another. Your stomach presses into the eye of the bed, mind slowly losing cohesive thought. His weeping head hits your sensitive spot at the perfect angle every damn time, and you feel jolts of electricity shoot across your nerves with every hump.

Time seems to lose all meaning, words melting into grunts and whines, breathy voices blending together with heavy balls slapping against your thighs. You think you’ve forgotten where Samuel ends and you begin, forgot what it feels like to be empty of his cock. Drool is pooling in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your jaw in an erotic display of decadence.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Samuel grunts, nails grating against the bar. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.” A voice that must be yours begs, pleads. You can imagine Sam’s smug, sweaty face already.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you?” You nod into the sheets, a dumb smile coming across your face. “Imma fill you up until you're gushing, baby.” Samuel’s hooves presse against the hardwood as he steadies his back two legs, throwing everything into his thrust. “You’d be so cute, my little house-husband, full of my kids.”

Samuels shudders as your hole clenches around him, his dirty talk only working you closer to the edge.

“Sh-it” Samuel draws out his syllables, balls feeling tight against your ass cheeks as his hips begin to stutter. A drop of sweat falls from his chest, rolling down your arched back as his breathing picks up the pace. “Here it comes, sweetheart. All for you. Fuck!”

Your back arches and toes curl as your orgasm hits, gushing with Sam’s cum as he finishes inside of you. Streams run down in rivulets across your thighs, the squelching of skin as Sam pulls out his softening cock.

You lie limp as Sam slowly hops off the bed, his front legs still trembling. He collapses next to you not soon after, laying his upper torso on the bed as his lower one rests on the cold floor. The fur around his legs and back lay datk and slick with sweat, his face flushed.

A calloused palm brushes the side of your face, dragging you out of dream-land and back to reality.

“You did great, babe.” Sam chuckles. “Think I might grow addicted to being all the way in.”

You throw him a lazy thumbs up.

“Not a problem with me.” Your words slur, lips half-pressed against the damp sheets, no doubt an imprint of your sweaty torso on them.

He leans over and kisses your neck, his hand moving to massage your neck.

“Fuck, we forgot about the dishes.”

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Cleanse Me with Pleasure part 2

PraiseKink!Vessel x Fem!Reader

Summary: your period works hard to kick your ass but Vessel works harder.

CW/Tags/Head’s Up: barely plot all smut, reader is on her period, female gendered pet names, sex in a bath tub, fingering, doggy, slight dubcon, overstim, praise, “mommy”, soft dom vessel

a/n: this is 1000% self indulgent

It’s been a shit day. Work sucked. Your cramps are the worst they’ve been. You feel gross. A few frustrated tears stream down your face as you scoot down in the tub. The water is so warm and the bubbles make it feel cozy but your mood is so poor it could ruin anything. But then…

“Hmm. My princess…”

There is he is. Sweet Ves. You smile weakly. “Hey babe.” He wordlessly takes his clothes off, getting ready to join you, but you protest. “Noo Ves, you don’t want to get in here with me. I’m all icky and bleeding.” But he’s already naked.

“Move up for me.” He gently nudges you to make room for him. He saddles up behind you and pulls you back to his chest. “There she is…there’s my girl.” He kisses behind your ear and gently bites your neck. “Will you let me touch you? Please?”

As your back arches he runs his hand up your stomach and to your tits. “Look at that. Look how good you look in my hands.” His breath shudders as his fingers rub and squeeze your nipples. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? You make me feel so good, princess. Let me help you.” He moves you forward a little and pats the side of the tub.

“Ves, I don’t know…I don’t feel…”

“Oh. Come now, darling. Just bend. Over. The tub.”

Your brain is working overtime. You’re in pain and grumpy but you’re also becoming insanely horny for him. You reluctantly bend over and huff. “There.”

He gives you a swift spank and huffs back. “You’re lucky I’m in a giving mood. I know you’re hurting but let me take care of you…” he says as he leans forward and teases your inner lips with his finger tips. Resting his elbow on the side of the tub and cradles his head in his palm as he teases your clit.

“Fuck…Ves….”

“What is it? Warming up to being good for me?”

You groan as he rubs a big slow circle on your clit…your hips grinding down on his hands. He watches you and bites his lip. He wants to overload your brain with pleasure and make you forget about how much it hurts. His finger slides to your entrance. “Be good for me, princess. Let feel you from the inside…” Your moan is load and throaty as he works two fingers inside you. He’s not wasting any time. You hold onto the side of the tub and lift your plush ass like a bitch in heat as he finger fucks roughly. “Look at you.” He spanks you again. “Look how good you’re being. You like being bent over like that?”

You turn to look at him…he’s gaze is intense and hazy as he licks his lips. “You look perfect. You look perfect bent over taking my fingers…” You moan rhythmically with his movements as he moves closer to you. He wraps his arm around your stomach and whispers in your ear roughly, “you’re always so fuckable. Aren’t you? Your body is perfect right now. Do you feel good?”

Your brain is breaking as his hot breath tickles your ear. You can’t catch your breath as he rubs hard against your sweet spot so quickly you feel so overstretched you don’t even know if you could cum. It’s too much when he adds a third finger without ask. “Ves….fuck Vessel please it’s too much. I can’t…”

He grabs you close and keeps pumping his fingers. He grits his teeth and whispers “you’re going to take what I say you can.” Without warning he yanks his hand from your sopping cunt. You let out a strangled moan and turn to look at him, your face flushed and eyes watering. He’s considering his coated fingers when he looks up at you with a darkened gaze. “Messy…messy…girl…” he chuckles softly and dunks his hand in the water. “It’s my turn to get messy.”

He presses you further against the side of the tub and gets behind you. His cock slaps up against your clit from behind as your whine and whimper. “Oh look at my girl…look how bad she wants to get fucked. You don’t want to think, do you? No pain? Just my cock, right? You wanna get stretched? Hm?” He bucks into you with a loud, whining groan. His hand grips your shoulder to bang you back against him. The pleasure is almost too much…it’s almost like he knows that because he starts spanking you again. “Fffuuuuck that’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl.”

“Vessel GOD please I can’t…I can’t…” you feel like you’re splitting in fucking two. His cock throbbing inside you grinds so hard against your g-spot while his hands press you harder into the tub. “Babe…Ves…puppy, please…please I can’t…fuuuuuuck”

Your head falls back, and he cups your throat without choking you. “You can. You can. You’re a fucking goddess. You’re perfect like this for me. You can take it. Let yourself feel good.”

You reach back clumsily…you need to feel your boyfriend closer. He moves to basically mount you and he groans pathetically. “Oohhh god…feel good on me…please…please use my cock…wanna make you feel good…” He’s holding you so tight and tweaking your nipples. You want to buck against him to fuck him harder but he basically has you in bear hug. One arm wraps around your chest as he whimpers into your back. Fuck he feels incredible. Needy for you to feel good on his cock. He reaches down and rubs your clit. “Cum on me…please mommyyyy.”

He’s so cute when he’s sexed up and desperate but you don’t have the brain power to respond. You cum. You’re neither ready nor trying to fight it off. You’re at Vessel’s mercy. You’re yelling his name and on the verge of tears as he fucks and talks you through your orgasm.

“Fuck…fuck you’re perfect…your pussy is fucking perfect…” somehow he’s still going. You beg him to let you jack you off but he’s insistent that he cums inside you. He grips your hips and growls into your shoulder. “Take it…take my cum, princess. Such a good fucking girl.”

“Cum for me, puppy…please…I need it…mess me up…” you moan out pathetically. He steadys himself and fucks you wven harder…growling…basically yelling…he’s a fucking animal. As he cums he keeps fucking it into your pussy. He lets himself get overstimulated on how slick and warm you are. When he pulls out, he gently pulls you toward him and kisses your forehead.

“Thank you Ves…oh my god…” you smile, feeling cum drunk and lovesick.

After a bit he tells you to drain the tub and helps you stand. He starts the showerhead so you both can clean off. “Here baby…let me clean you up.” He gently washes your inner thighs and outer lips with your ~feminine hygiene safe~ soap. “You have fun?”

You nod and chuckle a little. “Yeah…I feel a lot better. Ready for bed after this I think. Did you…heh what am I saying? You had a great time, didn’t you?”

He turns off the water and hands you your towel.

He gives you a big, sweet kiss. “Oh it was wonderful. YOU are wonderful. I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah?”

“So proud. You’re doing so well…my best girl. My only girl.”

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Brave [10 of ?]

Pairing: Orc!Steve x Reader

Summary: You see that the grass sea does truly have an end.  

Warnings: 18+ Only, Genre typical violence, Warlord Nomad AU, Dark Fantasy AU, Enemies to lovers, Eventual smut, References to past abuse, Fighting, Monsters, Animal Death, Violence, Mildly described gore

A/N: 👀 as always, reblogs and feedback of all kinds are appreciated and always welcome! thank you! mind the warnings ❤️

Steve wakes you before dawn. 

You’re still tired from the hard rides in the days before, only managing to stay upright on your horse through sheer force of will alone. The others are more experienced at sleeping in the saddle than you, who begins to slip out of it just as soon as your eyes drift shut. 

Riding in the middle of the pack had meant you had no responsibility other than to keep ranks, to follow the path set in front of you. But at the front, Steve had had different requirements. 

Hold your hand like this, Sweetmeat. Which way’s the wind leaning? 

Ride up ahead, Little One. Tell me what you see. 

You see the first stars on the horizon? Good. Spread your fingers like this—ah. See? That tells us how far we have left to go. 

When his hand falls upon your shoulder, you lurch in the saddle, a hand flying to the hilt of your short sword as the other grips the reins. 

“Easy, Sweetmeat.” You feel Steve’s hand close around your own, re-sheathing your partially drawn sword with a click. “Ready for battle?” He asks with a chuckle, and your cheeks burn. 

“Shouldn’t I always be?” You shoot back, before stifling a yawn. The sky is still dark above you, only just beginning to turn orange and indigo at the edges.  The shapes Steve had taught you to look for—Tirth’s Throne, Ginza the bear—are high in the sky now, directly overhead. 

“Is something wrong? We haven’t lost course, have we?” 

Steve raises an eyebrow. “No, we have not.” He seems almost… Proud. “How dutiful.” It is not the most flowery compliment to be sure, but it makes you bite your lip and look away anyway. Perhaps it is the look of admiration that makes you nervous—yes, nervous. Certainly that is what the trembling is in your belly, the reason you look for something to do with your hands. You settle on smoothing out your skirt. 

“That was your purpose in teaching me navigation, was it not?” You ask, and he laughs. 

“If you like.” His horse falls into step beside yours. Even his horse is a massive beast, larger at least by half than the mare you sit astride. 

“Then why wake me?” 

The smile that creeps across the Orc’s face makes you look away for the pounding in your chest. 

“I promised you wondrous sights, did I not?”

—

At his bidding, you had handed Carol the reins to your horse, stammering and staring at the ground you wished might open up to swallow you. You can feel the eyes of the pack on your back, Steve’s especially. Carol elbows you, the force of it making you stumble. 

“Not one but two, eh?” She grins so wide her tusks poke into the apples of her cheeks. Your whole body prickles.

“I do not know what you mean.” You loop a stray curl away behind your ear. “Take good care of my horse, will you?”

“Mm. Like my own.” 

You return to Steve, who holds out his hand, beckoning. 

“It is faster with just one,” he explains. Your hand seems tiny in his as he grips it and swings you up in front of him. Hopefully he cannot feel how hard your heart is beating, or hear how fast the blood rushes in your veins. He’s warm behind you, the bare skin of his tattooed chest pressing against you through the back of your dress, and touching you where the sleeves had been torn off for convenience. You stiffen as he lowers his head to speak directly into your ear. 

“Hold onto the saddle.” 

You do, yelping as the horse rears back before taking off. The beat of its hooves is tremendous as it races into the horizon, pounding against the earth like a great drum. Carol is a speck behind you in moments, lost in the shifting grass. You ride until you are sure the pack lies many leagues behind you now, and the sea has well and truly swallowed them. But finally Steve brings the beast to heel, slowing, and you see that there is an end to the low hills and little rivers of the zikaegina—here, at least. Countless days and nights from the village you’d known but there is at least one place where the grass sea does not truly meet the sky. 

The air smells of water and something familiar but unidentifiable, and as Steve slows, you see the grass is shorter, windswept and crusted with white. He dismounts behind you, before helping you down. You run a hand over the stiff, almost frosted grass, and then bring a finger to your lips. 

Salt.

There is a sound almost like wind through the tall grass but louder, like deep and resounding thunder. 

“What is that?” You turn to stare at Steve, wide eyed. He looks up from hobbling the horse, a small smile gracing his features as he loops the reins around the remains of a stunted tree. 

“Go and look. Mind the edge.” 

You creep forward, pushing your way through the grass until it’s almost a normal height, brushing against your knees. And the dirt—it’s looser, grittier, nothing like the hard packed red clay beneath the village, or the dark, moist soil of the grass sea. It is littered with tiny dried shells, circles and spirals and little five pointed stars, crunching beneath your feet. The grass ends in a sharp drop—a cliff. The salt-water smell is stronger than ever now, as is the wind and e sound. As you approach the edge with cautious steps, you see it—

Water. 

Deep and endless blue, like the green that stretches on forever behind you.  

Infinity meets infinity.

The waves slam against the sheer rocky cliffside, and even up here, miles above, you can feel the cool spray. You have never seen this much water at once, roiling and crashing. What swims beneath those waves, you wonder, what stares up at the sun through the shifting mirror of its surface? A curious, childish joy wells up in you at the sight of it, at this new wonder you behold with wide eyes. 

“What is this?” You shout to be heard over the cacophony of wind and waves and crumbling stone. The Orc who had been your captor is now behind you, you can feel his presence, like the world simply bends around him, held like a suspended breath. You do not know what you would call him now, as “captor” no longer seems fitting. 

“The sea.” You turn to face him, the wind whipping wildly at your hair and skirts. 

“It’s beautiful.” You turn back to watch the water, staring at place where it meets the horizon, a lifetime away. 

“Yes,” Steve says quietly. “It is.” Together, you watch as the sun rises, orange-red and shimmering from the depths. You sit in the grass, folding your legs beneath you as the glorious spectacle keeps you riveted. It isn’t the first time you’ve watched the sun rise, but now it seems incredible, beautiful instead of mundane.

“Did the sea come up here, once? Is that why there’s sand?”

“Once.” He nods. “I believe I told you of Molroch.” 

You nod. “You said he split the sea.” Steve smiles. 

“So they say.” He gestures at the grass sea, and at the sharp stone edge. In the distance, you see it curve around, stretching on for uncountable thousands of leagues before disappearing into the horizon. “And what do your people say?” 

“They say that Gods and giants dwell on the other side of the mountain.” The village sat as most settlements did in the Kingdom of Light—in the shadow of the mountains. They traveled parallel to the grass sea, hostile and uncrossable. It was forbidden anyway, a land shrouded in choking mist and marked by a chasm so deep that the bottom could never be reached. “They say Halith reached down and pulled up the mountains so the giants could never reach us again. That she went up into the sky to shine down upon us and shun them from her light.” 

You look back at the sea. “Is there anything on the other side?” 

“I don’t know, Sweetmeat.” He rises to his feet with a stretch. “Perhaps one day we shall find out. But today, we lead the pack to Tarrath.” Steve offers you his hand, and you take it. You stand, brushing sand and dry grass from your skirts as you do. 

“We’ll get there today?” You ask, wide eyed. Steve laughs. 

“Perhaps by nightfall.” You begin to make for the grass and his horse. “Wait.” He reaches for a pouch at his waist, and from it he pulls a cone shaped spiral shell, perhaps half the size of your palm. It’s pearly and iridescent, shining beautifully in the sun when you hold it up. Your cheeks heat. 

“A token.” He says, turning back toward the grass sea. “So you always remember. Hold it to your ear and listen.” He pantomimes holding it up, and you do, pressing your ear to the hole. After a moment, you hear it, a softer, quieter version of the booming crash of the water against the cliffside. You smile. 

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” 

Steve nods. “It is.” He is not looking at the shell, though. You tuck it carefully into the little pouch at your waist. 

“To Tarrath, then?” You ask, and Steve lifts his chin, tusks gleaming as his lips curve upward. 

“To Tarrath.” 

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[theemporium]

Hi, sweetie. I think it would be fun to read about Sunshine and Daniel moving in together and dealing with the chaos involved with that.

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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The decision to move in together was a unanimous decision.

Between the fact both of you wanted to take that step in the relationship and the fact it was insanely stupid to be paying for two places when you only used one when you weren’t abroad, it seemed like the most logical step. 

But your place didn’t feel right and neither did Daniel’s. He wanted a place that felt like yours, something you shared and were both proud of. Even if it was a little more hassle than could have been avoided, getting a new place together was the step you both wanted to take. 

Even if moving itself was an absolute bitch. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Where’s the bottle opener?”

“In the box in the kitchen!”

You stared blankly at the room that was supposedly meant to be your kitchen, but it was hard to tell with a variety of boxes and bubble wrap covering the place on every possible surface.

“Which one?”

You heard his footsteps approaching where you stood, and not even moments later, he was saddled up behind you. He was breathless and a little sweaty—probably from trying to build the bedframe he was convinced he could build himself—and clad only in sweatpants. You almost forgot what you needed.

“Fuck, they dropped off more boxes,” he murmured, a crease forming between his brows. “How much shit do we own?”

“A lot, apparently,” you snorted before you glanced down at the bottle of red wine in your hand. “Fuck, I was really looking forward to this.”

Daniel raised his brows. “And what were you going to drink it from?”

You paused before you let out a groan. “I fucking hate this.”

Daniel only smiled as you leaned against him, his arms around you before your body even had a chance to fully settle against him. He leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I am glad you’re so happy about moving in together,” he teased.

“This was your idea,” you murmured lamely.

Daniel snorted. “Yeah? Making me the big, bad guy, Sunshine?”

“You seduced me,” you sighed dramatically before you tilted your head back, your chin pressed against his chest as you looked up at him. “You’re a bad influence, Ricciardo.”

“You seem to be forgetting the best part of moving,” he mused as he watched your eyes narrow slightly in confusion.

“What?”

He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours and his breath tickling and teasing your own as he spoke. “We get to christen every room in this house, Sunshine,” he murmured as his hands slid down your body, cupping your ass and tugging you closer to him. “That’s a lot of rooms to defile.”

You pressed your lips together to try and hide your smile. “Wanna get a head start?”

“Don’t mind if we do,” he grinned before he leaned down to kiss you, his hands holding onto the back of your thighs as he held you against him.

“Do we even have a bed to fuck on?” you asked, whispered words shared between kisses.

“No,” he admitted, smiling when you leaned back to snort. “But I reckon I can fuck you dumb perfectly fine on the mattress on the floor, Sunshine, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

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[peachesofteal]

okayyyy so now i need an entire DD fantasy au…

peach, every piece of your writing is like freshly baked bread, and i am a starving peasant. you are my god.

dead disco is eating my brain.

- 🧟‍♀️

🧟‍♀️ Anon is referencing this. Same. I wish I had more time to write, I could totally take this and run with it. 🖤 🖤 I will feed you as much bread as I can.

“What- what’re you going to do with me?” You try to brace your voice with strength, bravery, anything to try to hide the truth, disguise the fear that has your hands shaking in your dress.

“We’re takin ye home, Princess.” You gape at the Highlander, the one who Introduced himself as Johnny. He tightens the girth on a sweet, sorrel pony, who nickers at you softly.

“But I am home.” You gesture to the castle that lurks behind you, and Ghost scoffs.

“You belong to us, darling. And that-“ he points at the gate. “Wasn’t much a home for you, now was it?” The image of your father being hacked to pieces by the violent stroke of his sword rips across your mind, and you shudder.

“Alright. Shall we?” Johnny motions to the pony, and you blanch.

“I don’t ride.” Your stomach knots, twisting up more than you thought possible, after everything. “I don’t- I’ve always taken a carriage.” They exchange a look, some sort of silent communication passing between the two, a deep connection that somehow manages to make you feel like an intruder, even those these are the two who ransacked your land and killed your father.

“Ye’ll ride with me then.” Johnny tells you gently, bending with a palm forward.

“I-“ The protest is in vain, and you know it. There’s no one here, to come to your rescue, no one to save you. Your own home is drenched in blood.

“Up ye get.” His hand hovers in the air by your knee, encouraging you to use it as a step, you think. But no, surely not? He couldn’t… support you. With one hand. You stand on indecision, looking from him, to the horse, to the ground. “Darling.” He murmurs softly, gentle under his breath.

It’s time.” Ghost calls, hoisting himself up onto a massive, shiny black horse that stands double your height, if not more.

“Princess.” Johnny urges. “Dinnae make me force ye onto the horse.” He’s serious, and you gulp against the cold wind that whips through your bones.

Only a few hours in, and you’re in agony. Your body is soft, not conditioned for long rides or hunts, muscles soft and skin nearly silk. Every step the horse makes feels like it may knock you off balance, bones in your back screaming at you with each jostle. Johnny tries to hold you steady, keeping you close to him, pressed to his chest, but it does little to help your discomfort. He steadies you with a hand on your hip, slowly sliding around to press against your lower belly, shifting you back into the shelter of his body, his warmth.

“Ye alright?” He murmurs into your ear, tucking your cloak tighter around your shoulders. “Ye’re shivering.”

“It’s cold.” You whisper, not even sure if he can hear you. He rubs your upper arm, squeezing it to try to work blood flow back into your skin.

“Ay.” He yells to Ghost, who’s in front, and they both pull up short. The black horse moves frighteningly quick alongside you, and Ghost studies your stricken expression intently behind the mask.

“Let’s get her into town. We can stop at the Inn for the night.” He tells Johnny, who pulls you tighter into his body.

“It’s about another hour, Darling. Think ye can make it?”

“It’s not safe, camping in these woods.” Ghost supplies as an explanation gently, and you nod.

“O-okay.”

“Good girl.”

At the end of the hour, you’re on the verge of tears. It’s frigid, you’re stiff in the saddle, legs and back and everything uncooperative, thigh muscles completely raw from trying to hold your seat.

“Easy now.” Johnny coos when he slips down, trying to encourage you to swing your leg over and follow his lead. When you try, a whimper slips free between your lips, and his brows crease in concern.

“I can’t.”

“Oh, darling.” He slides an arm around your waist, pulling you down into his chest, and you stifle a pained moan, face pressing into the warmth of his cloak. “Let’s get ye inside, out of the cold.” He holds you with ease, tucking you tighter amidst the little whimpers that are still slipping from your chattering teeth.

[inkmonster21]

Hearts Across the Divide

9.) Raging Storms

Noa x Fem!Human!Reader

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Alright… it gets a little steamy at the end!

~oOo~

Noa's gaze scans the woods, his eyes searching through the foliage for any sign of you. The sun is just starting to creep over the horizon, the early morning cool still lingering in the air. He's eager to see you, to begin the journey to the old remains together. Every rustle of leaves or bird call has him hoping it's you, but nothing yet.

Anaya and Soona stand behind him, their eyes darting around the edge of the woods as they wait for your appearance. The anticipation in their expressions mirrors his own, both sharing his eagerness to have you by his side once more. The minutes seem to stretch forever under the weight of their shared anticipation.

They can't help but notice the change in Noa. The way his face lights up at the slightest mention of you, the way his body relaxes when you're near. They'd never seen him like this before, this mixture of eagerness and contentment. They share secret smiles, knowing glances, as they watch their friend fall deeper in love. It's a joy to see Noa this happy, and they quietly cherish the sight of their friend in love.

Noa spots your figure in the distance, standing amidst the trees like a vision in the early morning sun. The sight of you pulls a smile to his face, wide and sincere. He can't resist the urge to go to you, and a moment later he's running to you, on all fours, closing the distance between you in swift, purposeful strides.

Noa stands to his full height and pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in a tight, comforting embrace. His head nuzzles into your hair, breathing in the scent of you, as a contented hum rumbles in his chest. "I am happy you came." He murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His hold on you is firm, almost like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

As you pull away from Noa's embrace, your eyes find Soona and Anaya standing behind him, their own grins mirroring his. You greet them with a wave and a warm smile, happy to see the familiar faces. Soona and Anaya return the greeting enthusiastically, their own voices echoing with fond greetings.

Anaya steps forward, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Ready to go, Echo?" He asks, his voice filled with eagerness. You nod, still curious. You had been to the old remains a handful of times, but always alone. Having company would be nice for a change. “What are we going to?”

Noa steps in to explain, his voice steady and confident. "There's something… I want to show you." It's clear that whatever it is is important, a sense of mystery and purpose hanging in the air like a question waiting to be answered.

Soona and Anaya effortlessly mount their horses, settling into their saddles with practiced ease. Watching them, you suddenly realize that you've never ridden a horse before. The thought causes a flicker of trepidation, nervousness replacing some of your excitement.

Noa's voice murmurs in your ear, a soothing presence in the midst of your budding anxiety. "Don't be scared," he reassures you, his breath warm against your skin. The strength and confidence in his tone are reassuring, helping to ease some of the tension in your shoulders.

Noa's hands glide down your sides, coming to rest on your hips. His touch is gentle, yet firm, a grounding presence that anchors you, and stops you from being pulled too far into your own worries. His fingers press into your skin through the fabric of your clothes, a silent promise of support.

With a strength that belies his size, Noa lifts you effortlessly, settling you onto the back of the horse. You grip the saddle, your heart thudding erratically in your chest as you feel the massive animal beneath you. You feel unbalanced, the ground suddenly seeming far below.

With grace, Noa leaps up behind you, his body pressing against your back. You feel the heat of his fur even through your clothes, his presence surrounding you. There's no space between you, your bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces. You can feel the strength in his muscles as he adjusts his position, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths against your back.

You can feel the ripple and shift of his muscles with every movement he makes, the friction between your bodies sending heat spiraling through you. A moan threatens to escape your lips, but you bite it back, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. The closeness, the strength of his body against yours, is both arousing and frustratingly overwhelming.

Noa's voice murmurs in your ear, a quiet command to "move with me". His hips move forward, following the rhythm of the horse's gait, and in doing so, pressing against your backside. The motion of the horse combined with the press of Noa's body against yours is an unexpected assault on your senses. Despite knowing it's innocent, your mind seems to have other ideas, straying to less innocent thoughts as his hips grind against you.

You focus on following the command, moving your body as much as possible in time with the horse's movement. Though it should be simple enough, the feeling of Noa pressed up against you is all too distracting. Every shift of your hips, every brush of your back against his chest, sends another wave of heat through you and makes your heart beat a little faster.

The wave of feelings rocking through you are confusing, a swirl of nerves, excitement, and a strange sense of frustration. The proximity to Noa, the press of his body against yours, ignites something in you that you can't quite understand. It's an unfamiliar sensation, both exhilarating and slightly frustrating in its intensity.

You lean back against his chest, tilting your head back to look at him. His chin rests almost on your shoulder, his breath hot against your exposed skin. You take in the sight of him, the sharp line of his jaw, the intense look in his eyes, and the intimate space you share. He looks down at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

In this moment, the proximity, the shared heat, the intimate position you find yourselves in, you desperately want to turn and kiss him. You want to feel his lips against yours, to lose yourself in the fire that burns between you. But he's needed to guide the horse, keeping you both balanced and on the correct path. So you stay as you are, silently cursing the fact that he's so responsible and diligent.

“It is not much further.” His words, spoken softly in your ear, are almost lost against the rush in your ears, the pounding of your heart. You feel his lips brush against your neck, a light, accidental touch that makes you shiver. You try to bite back the moan that threatens to escape, but a small, involuntary sound still slips past, leaving you feeling both embarrassed and even more turned on.

Nodding silently, you can only hope that the journey will end soon and that you'll be able to find some relief from the desperate heat coiled in your body. Every movement of the horse, every press of your body against Noa's, only adds to the torture, an aching need that you can't ignore. You can feel the desperate urge to clench your thighs together, to find some sort of relief from the overwhelming sensations. But you remain still, trying to maintain some dignity, silently praying for the ride to end.

As the horse slows its gait and the trees begin to thin, you catch glimpses of the overgrown structures lurking beyond. The ancient, decaying buildings rise from among the trees like relics from a forgotten past. The sight of them, ominous yet intriguing, sends a thrill through you, stirring a sense of curiosity about whatever secrets they may hold.

Noa dismounts from the horse, his muscular form agile and graceful. He then turns to you, his eyes never leaving yours, as he extends a hand to help you down. With a strong grip, he guides your descent, his fingers wrapping around your hand to support your weight as you slide off the horse and into his arms.

You look up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips, but there's also an undeniable heat in your core. Being in his arms, seeing his lips almost temptingly close, ignites a mixture of desire and confusion within you. It's a struggle to maintain composure, to keep the growing feelings in check.

Anaya, never one to hold back the comments, speaks up with a knowing smile, "Looks like Noa really likes… Echo." His tone is full of playful teasing, his brow arching as he looks between you and Noa. You feel the heat of a blush rise to your cheeks. To compose yourself, you step away from Noa, turning to face Soona and Anaya instead. Their knowing grins and amused expressions only make your blush deepen further.

Noa leads you through the overgrown landscape, the hulking structures looming around you like silent sentinels. He stops at the base of a massive structure, its walls crumbling and faded. He looks up at the towering climb ahead and turns to you with a questioning glance. "Ready for the climb?" he asks, his eyes studying your expression.

You gaze up at the imposing structure before you, the height and crumbling state of it daunting. Your experience in climbing trees suddenly seems quaint and insignificant before this enormous challenge. You turn to Noa, your voice laced with disbelief, "And how am I supposed to get up there?"

Noa turns to face you again, his expression resolute. "I will carry you," he replies, a look of determination in his eyes. Before you can protest, he crouches down low, presenting his broad, muscular back to you, inviting you to climb on.

With a mixture of trust and trepidation, you step forward, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. The feel of his back against your chest, solid and steady, is both reassuring and exciting at once.

Noa's voice is a comforting low rumble, “Hold on tight.” You tighten your grip on his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back tense and flex as he grips onto the building's crumbling facade. And with ease, he begins the ascent, scaling the towering structure as if it's nothing more than a simple tree trunk.

Soona and Anaya, equally skilled and athletic, follow alongside Noa, moving up the building with practiced ease. They cling to the walls and overhangs as if they were born with the ability to climb. Their bodies move with effortless grace, each muscle working in perfect harmony as they scale the tall building with you clinging to Noa.

Floor after floor, Noa continues climbing, his body a powerful machine propelling you both relentlessly upward. Your heart is in your throat, each glance down causing a wave of vertigo to wash over you. Your fingers, desperately gripping Noa's fur, tug subconsciously as adrenaline and fear mix in your veins.

Noa lets out a low, guttural groan as your fingers grip tighter into his fur. The pain mingles with something unidentifiable, a strange mix of sensations. He has to force himself to close his eyes, to concentrate on the task at hand, though your touch ignites something primal in him.

Noa nods, his voice a strained whisper as he continues his climb. "I'm fine," he reassures you, though there's an undertone of something unspoken in his tone. His grip on the building's edges remains secure, his muscles tensing with each upward movement. Trying to focus back on the journey rather than the pleasurable ache in his core.

Noa climbs through a window, his powerful body flowing through the opening like water. He then sets you down gently, your feet landing on firm, steady ground. His eyes meet yours, full of an intensity that matches the adrenaline surging through you, a mix of effort and an unexplored feeling.

Your gaze moves to the piles of junk and debris, haphazardly pushed against one wall. There's a strange, melancholic feeling as you take in the objects, items that once belonged to people now long dead. Clothes, once vibrant and full of life, now faded and threadbare. Pots and pans, their metallic shine dulled by time and dust. Books, their pages brittle and torn, hold secrets from another era.

You head toward the stacked boxes, your eyes drawn to the small books within. Carefully, you pick up one of the fragile tomes, turning the pages with gentle fingers. The old paper is delicate, the words written on it faded yet still legible, holding the secrets of another time.

Soona and Anaya take advantage of the opportunity, immediately beginning to explore and scavenge. Anaya moves with a determined silence, her hands deftly moving through piles of debris.

Anaya, full of excitement, runs over, a wide grin on his face. "Echo, look!" he exclaims, holding up his own find. It's an old piece of fabric, its color barely discernible under its thick layer of dust.

Anaya grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He moves the old piece of fabric toward you and says, "Matches your eyes," a hint of mischief in his voice. As you look at the colored fabric, it is clear that it does share the same hue as your own eyes.

You continue your own exploration, your eyes searching the room for any useful items. As you move among the piles, you find some salvageable pants, a long shirt with sleeves, and a thick sweater with minimal holes. A grin spreads across your face as you pack the clothes into your bag, their worn fabric and faded colors bearing a certain rugged charm.

You nod in agreement, the thought of the upcoming winter lingering in your mind. The clothes you've found, albeit worn and faded, would certainly be helpful in providing protection from the cold. The thick sweater in particular looks sturdy and warm.

Noa sits on the ground, surrounded by a small pile of books. His face is set in a scowl as his fingers carefully turn the pages of each tome.

He looks up from the book he's holding, his expression lightening slightly at your approach. “Raka said Ceaser… could read… like you.”, holding the old tome out to you. Its pages are delicate and yellowed with age, the edges bent and frayed.

Your eyes rake over the books spread out before you. There are some old textbooks, business guides, and nonfiction tomes, but the ones that stand out the most are the fantasy novels. Their colorful, often fantastical covers a stark contrast to the more pragmatic texts.

“Will… you teach me?”

You look at Noa, his question catching you slightly off guard. "Teach you...? Teach you what?" you ask, your tone curious and puzzled.

Noa looked down, almost embarrassed. “Do you think I… could learn to read?” You realize then what he's asking, and a small smile forms on your lips. You nod gently at him, reassuring and kind. "Yes, Noa," you confirm. "It's not easy, and it takes time," you add, wanting to be truthful, "but yes."

Noa looks to the book in your hands. A romantic novel to replace the one you’d read a hundred times.

“Would you… read to me? Sometime?”

Your heart softens at Noa's request. The simple, straightforward tone in which he asked, coupled with the slight vulnerability evident in his expression, stirs something within you. "Of course, I can read to you," you respond, your voice warm and eager. "I'd be happy to."

You shake the book in your hand, “though not sure if you’d like this book.” You chuckle slightly at his comment. You explain, still holding the book gently in your hands. "Full of love and romance and... happily ever afters."

Noa smiles softly. His hand grazing over yours. “Like you and me.” His words take you by surprise, a rosy blush flushing your cheeks. You hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn, and the comparison between the story within the book and your own relationship with Noa makes your heart flutter.

"I... suppose so," you reply, your voice soft and bashful. "Though our story is far from over."

Your gaze lingers on Noa, your thoughts swirling with a mix of conflicting emotions. The fear of rejection, of having to forget him, feels like a heavy weight on your chest, threatening to crush your heart. As you look at him, his expression giving away no thoughts or feelings, the silence feels deafening.

As the day continues, you realize that you've never spent so much time outside the village before. The feeling of freedom and joy is overwhelming, as if you've been untethered and can finally spread your wings. The adrenaline and happiness coursing through you feels intoxicating, and you can't help but laugh softly to yourself, marvelling at how amazing you feel.

As the sun begins to descend, bathing the horizon in a soft, warm glow, you pause to marvel at the view before you. It's a different kind of sunset than you're used to, the backdrop of crumbling buildings and overgrown trees adding a new layer of beauty to the scene before you. You can't help but smile at the sight, feeling oddly calm and hopeful.

Noa stands beside you, his eyes fixed on the colorful sky as well. "It's beautiful," you murmur, the word falling from your lips involuntarily. His gaze is unwavering as his eyes drink you in, his expression intense yet soft. "Beautiful," he repeats, his voice quiet and laced with emotion. But his gaze doesn't waver from you, his eyes fixed on your form, as if you embodied the very definition of beauty itself.

As the sky continued to turn darker, the day giving way to twilight, you realize with a sinking feeling that you had to get back before night fully enveloped the sky. Noa gestured for Anaya and Soona to step aside, his eyes flickering towards you before he spoke. "You two, go home," he said quietly. "I have to show... Echo... something." There was a note of anticipation and excitement in his tone, a hint that he wanted to be alone with you.

Anaya smirks at Noa, sensing his eagerness. "Sure Noa," he replies, a teasing lilt to his tone. Soona, however, gives Noa a serious look, her eyes narrowed. "Behave yourself," she says with a firmness that borders on a warning. Noa's smile widens slightly as he says farewell to his friends, unable to hide the anticipation in his eyes. His demeanor remains polite, but there's an undeniable thrill in his expression at the thought of being alone with you.

Soona embraces you tightly, her forehead touching yours gently. "Goodbye, Echo," she says, her voice filled with fondness. Her smile is warm and friendly, a reminder of the friendship that has blossomed between you; an ape and echo.

You watch as Anaya and Soona mount their horses, their backs disappearing into the distance as they head back to the clan. Anaya turns to wave one last time before they disappear from sight, the night swallowing them whole.

You turn to Noa, your curiosity piqued as you ask, "Are we going back too?" Your voice is soft, filled with anticipation and a hint of curiosity. Noa looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. Noa meets your gaze, his eyes holding your attention as he replies, "I want to show you something... then we will leave." His voice is steady, his words laced with a mixture of determination and excitement.

You follow Noa, your eyes wide with wonder as you take in the surroundings. As the two of you near the large observatory, the massive telescope stands out like a giant silver pillar in the dim light. You have never seen a telescope in person, and its sheer size and presence fill you with both awe and curiosity.

Noa walks closer to the telescope, his fingers gently brushing over the rusted surface. "This tunnel... it swallows light," he says, a soft awe in his voice. He looks into the telescope again, peering into the night sky, before turning back to you. "I see many... tiny dots," he continues, his tone filled with a mixture of wonder and fascination. "They shine." Noa rises up from his crouching position, his gaze locking with yours. He offers you his hand, a silent invitation to come closer.

Noa gently guides you to the telescope, his hand still wrapped around yours. "Look," he whispers, his voice low and filled with excitement. He positions you in front of the eyepiece of the telescope, his body close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

You look through the eyepiece of the telescope, your breath catching in your throat as you focus on the distant stars. The view is breathtaking, the night sky seemingly within reach, the stars sparkling brightly against the black canvas of space. You can't help but let out a small gasp at the stunning view before you. "Stars," you murmur, your voice filled with wonder and recognition. The sight of the stars, so bright and close through the telescope, is nothing short of magical.

Noa's question breaks the silence, his voice soft and curious. "What do you call them?" he asks, gesturing towards the tiny dots of light you can see through the telescope, "The ones that shine so bright?"

You straighten up, meeting Noa's gaze as you respond, "Stars," your voice soft and filled with wonder. It's such a simple word, but it feels like the most appropriate description for the tiny lights that dance across the night sky. You point to the brightest star in the sky, your eyes fixed on its steady light. "That one," you say, "Father used it to navigate when he traveled. He says if we ever get lost, just follow that star. It will always lead us home."

Your father was a wise and intelligent ape, even before you came into his life. With a long lineage of warriors behind him, he was a firm and stern patriarch, but also deeply caring in his own way.

As you think of your father, a pang of worry shoots through you. You wonder what he would think of Noa, and the connection that has grown between you.

Your gaze turns to Noa, your voice soft and hopeful. "I'd like you to meet him," you say, a small smile playing on your lips. The idea of introducing Noa to your father is both exciting and nerve-wracking, the possibility of his disapproval and anger hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Deep down, Noa knew that this moment would come eventually. As much as he dreaded it, he also anticipated it with a mixture of fear and hope. Would your father approve of him? Would he consider Noa a suitable match for his daughter? The thought of your father's possible disapproval sent a shiver down Noa's spine.

Noa clenched his fists at his side, a silent determination passing over his face. If he wanted to make you his mate, he knew that having your father's blessing was non-negotiable. The thought of facing your father and securing his approval filled Noa with a mix of trepidation and resolve.

Noa's mind raced with thoughts as he contemplated the upcoming meeting with your father. He knew that as Clan Leader to Clan Leader, it should be a relatively smooth conversation. But something in his gut told him that convincing your father to accept him as your mate would be far from easy.

The sudden clap of thunder pierces the night air, the loud booms echoing through the sky. Noa jumps at the sound, his heart rate quickening slightly as the unexpected thunder interrupts the quiet moment. As the thunder rumbles again, Noa instinctively draws you closer to him, his protective instincts kicking in. He looks up at the sky, seeing the dark clouds gathering in the distance, and knows that a storm is approaching. "We need to go," he repeats, his voice firm and urgent.

The storm withheld its fury until the final legs of the journey back to the waterfall, as if waiting to strike for maximum effect. The rain poured down in a relentless onslaught, rendering visibility impossible. Noa swore aloud as the rain lashed against the two of you, soaking you to the bone in mere moments.

Another streak of lightning illuminated the sky, its bright flash causing his horse to jump in fear, nearly bucking both of you off. Noa gripped the reigns tightly, trying to soothe the trembling animal. "Easy, easy," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the rain and wind.

Despite the waterfall being in sight, Noa's horse refused to go any further, its eyes wide and nostrils flared with fear. Every time Noa tried to coax the horse forward, it would dance backwards, its hooves slipping on the wet ground. "Come on... just a little bit further," Noa muttered through gritted teeth, frustrated yet understanding of the animal's terror.

Noa looked at the path leading to your village, his expression unreadable. He knew that allowing you to travel back alone in this storm was out of the question, yet he was equally cautious about endangering you further. In the end, Noa made his choice. "You won't make it back to the village in this," he said, his voice a low growl. "We have to shelter here for the night."

You quickly duck into the cave behind the waterfall, grateful for the makeshift shelter from the rain. You watch as Noa expertly calms his mount, the animal shaking off the excess water and finding a spot to rest. Noa soon appears in the opening to the cave, his fur clinging to his frame from the rain.

Noa stood just outside the cave, watching you as you built a small fire. His gaze lingered on you, taking in the sight of your dress clinging to your frame, the water still dripping from your hair and body. Noa slowly inches closer, closing the distance between you. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to his chest, his body heat emanating from his strong frame. As he holds you against him, you can feel the steady thump of his heart against your back, a steady rhythm that provides comfort and reassurance.

You lean back against Noa, letting out a weary sigh as you relax into his arms. The storm continues to rage outside, the rain and wind howling angrily, but inside the safety of the cave, you feel protected, cocooned in Noa's warm embrace.

Despite the raging storm outside, you feel a deep sense of peace and safety in Noa's embrace. The fire crackles and pops next to you, casting a warm glow that envelops the cave in a warm, cozy light. You realize that you and Noa are completely isolated here, alone and safe from the outside world, at least for the moment.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, a hint of irony in your tone as you speak.

"This certainly isn't how I imagined our first night together," you admit, a touch of amusement in your voice. "I always thought it would be in a quiet setting, after all the ceremonies and traditions were over. A moment of peace and acceptance."

You pause, taking in your current situation, trapped in the cave with Noa in secret, the storm raging outside, the fire crackling beside you. The intimacy of the situation is not lost on you. This unplanned, unconventional setting brings a certain thrill and excitement. Your body is pressed against Noa's, his strong arms encircle you, holding you close. The fire casts dancing shadows on the cave walls, the storm outside a constant reminder of the world just beyond your secluded sanctuary.

Noa's voice is soft and deep as he murmurs against your damp hair, the words sending shivers down your spine.

"I imagine you... only you... It doesn't matter where," he repeats, his voice a low growl filled with quiet longing.

You feel a wave of desire wash over you as you listen to Noa's words. Everything within you tightens, and a desperate need to be close to him, to become one with him, takes hold. With a soft sigh, you press yourself back against Noa, molding your body to his. He feels your surrender to him, your body pressing against his, and his response is immediate. He tightens his arms around you, a low growl of appreciation leaving his lips. His breath is warm against your skin, his lips brushing against the sensitive area of your neck.

Noa is keenly aware of the boundaries that he's crossing, but the desire and primal need he feels for you are too strong to deny. His lips continue their exploration of your neck, while his hands slowly move from around your waist to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

Despite his knowledge in other areas, Noa is a complete novice when it comes to your body. His mind is filled with conflicting thoughts and sensations, a mixture of want and uncertainty. The desire to learn every inch of you is overwhelming, but he also worries about making a mistake, about crossing a line that he can not undo.

Noa's senses are hyper-alert, your every reaction feeding the flames of his desire. As you tilt your head back, giving him greater access to your neck, he lets out a low growl. He takes the implicit invitation, his lips and tongue trailing kisses and gentle nips along your exposed skin.

Noa's lips travel lower, exploring the exposed skin of your chest. His kisses are gentle yet fervent, as if he's trying to commit every inch of you to memory. His hands still grip your hips tightly, holding you firmly against him.

You slowly turn yourself to face him, your body now kneeling between his legs. The change in position brings your faces even closer together, the firelight casting a soft glow over your features. Noa's gaze meets yours, filled with desire and a hint of trepidation.

Noa's eyes roam your body, taking in every curve and contour as they travel from your face, down your neck, and finally landing on your chest. His gaze is intense, his eyes darkened with lust as he looks at the way your nipples press against the cold, wet fabric.

You bring one shaky hand up to the strap, mimicking the movement from practice. Allowing it to slide off your shoulder. Your eyes watching Noa’s for reaction. Wanting to soak up every moment with him.

He watches you with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, his breath catching slightly in anticipation. The sight of the strap sliding off your shoulder is tantalizing, the promise of more to come sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes never leave your face, taking in every detail of your expression as you tease him with the slow reveal.

Noa's eyes widen slightly as you lower your second strap, the movement slow and deliberate. The fabric of your dress hangs onto your body by a thread, the slightest touch and it would fall away completely, leaving you bare before him. Noa's lips part slightly, his breaths coming faster, but he waits, watching you, giving you the control to continue at your own pace.

Your love for Noa is clear in the way you look at him, the tenderness and intensity in your eyes. The moment feels perfect, no distractions or interruptions. Just the two of you, together in this secluded cave, sheltered from the storm outside.

Noa watches intently as the fabric slowly reveals more and more of your body. His eyes drink in the sight of your bare chest, stopping at your ribs just above the dip of your waist. He can feel his breath quicken and his body tighten with desire. He restrains himself, letting you set the pace, but his hands twitch with the desire to touch, to explore the newly exposed skin.

You wordlessly nod to Noa, allowing him his desires of exploration. Noa doesn't need to be told twice. At your silent invitation, he reaches out, his hands finally coming to rest on your bare skin. His touch is gentle yet firm, his palms gliding over your ribs and waist, mapping out each contour and curve of your body. He takes his time, his calloused fingers tracing the lines of your flesh, committing every inch to memory.

As his gaze finally falls to your breast, Noa's breath hitches in his throat. There's a moment of hesitation, a moment where he seems almost in awe. Then his hand moves, the calloused palm of his hand coming to rest over the sensitive flesh, the heat of his touch sending a small shiver down your spine.

Noa's touch ignites a roaring fire deep inside you, a fire that's been burning hot ever since you first met. Your arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer, as you let out a soft moan of pleasure. Noa's ministrations continue, his hands becoming bolder, more confident in their exploration. He leans forward, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as both his hands come to toy with your breasts.

Your confidence grows as you crawl closer to Noa, your body now straddling him. The new position brings your lips tantalizingly close, and you can't resist the urge to capture his mouth with yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, a combination of wildness and desire that feeds your own need. One of his hands find your hip, holding you steady, as he hungrily returns the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that matches your own. The other hand continues his journey tracing your chest.

Noa's mind becomes hazy, consumed by the intense wave of lust that washes over him. His hands start roaming all over your body, unable to stay still, desperate to feel more of you. His lips leave yours, finding their way to your neck and shoulder, showering your skin with kisses and gentle bites.

He needs more. He needs all of you. His body is coiled tight, the need for release growing with each passing moment.

“Noa.” You moan tugging at the fur at his neck.

Despite the overwhelming desire that threatens to consume him, Noa manages to pull himself together. His heart is racing, his body aching for you, but he cannot let his primal instincts take over. He wants you, that's for sure, but he also knows the importance of doing this right. Of respecting you, in all aspects.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and restraint, his voice hoarse as he tries to maintain composure.

"I have to stop..." he says, the words both a reminder to himself and a warning to you.

You shake your head, “no you don’t.”

Your defiant response catches Noa off guard. He can't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through him, his body already reacting to your words. But he tries to remain firm.

"I do," he says, his tone betraying the fact that he's fighting a losing battle against his own desires. "We can not... not yet."

Noa sighs and takes your face in his hands, his touch gentle and caressing. His lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the intensity that still burns within him. It's a gesture of love and affection, his way of holding onto his self-control. Despite the fire raging inside him, he takes his time with this kiss, his tongue gently caressing yours, before pulling back.

Noa's eyes are still filled with a mixture of desire and need, but he forces himself to look away from your exposed chest, allowing the fabric of your dress to cover you once more. He sighs, trying to regain control of his ragged breathing, his hands still holding you close.

He murmurs, his voice low, “I shouldn't have let it get that far… Not yet."

He can sense your frustration and desire, the same feelings coursing through his own body. He lets out a heavy sigh as well, his voice a soft whisper as he speaks. "I need to do this right... for you... for us. I will not rush or mess this up."

You and Noa spend the rest of the night cuddled together in the cave. The fire continues to crackle, casting a cozy glow over the small space. Noa's arms encompass you completely, his body pressed against yours with a comforting warmth. The storm outside continues to rage, but you both remain tucked away in the safety and solitude of the cave, simply enjoying each other's company.

[aonungsmate]

Map of Stars

Aged up!Neteyam x Mate!Reader  [Word count: 1.6k]

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, Back praise, unnecessary words bc y/n is smitten fr, body worship, implied smut, size kink if you squint, overstimulation [This goes without saying, minors dni]

You like holding onto Neteyam whether on his shoulders, around his waist, his toned arms, but most especially his back.  You loved how his lean back presses against you, tight muscles flexing every now and then, never failing to jostle the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Neteyam however, was oblivious to your growing affinity towards his back.  He’s the sharpest warrior there is.  He knows when a sturmbeest would appear at a certain hotspot.  He knows where the fresh fruits are.  But  this?  This,  he does not know. Not that he would care. If anything, he'd be more than flattered, that even the simplest things on him you would find endearing.  He certainly notices your behavior around him when those feelings resurface though.  He loves how your ears would suddenly turn downwards, slowly turning leaning more into the purple spectrum, indicating that you were flustered.  Your tail would suddenly start swishing a bit faster, its end becoming more and more noticeable as it moves unconsciously.  

So, when Neteyam saw you doing it once when he was helping his brother remove the saddles from the ikran, he was set on finding out which particular part of him makes you all putty in his presence.  First, he tried pinning it on his arms.  He has trained for years, effortlessly making it a routine to do various hand exercises to improve his aim, practicing weaving with his sisters, and lifting supplies for the clan, making his biceps more toned, making it one of the first things the women in the clan would coo at. He has tried  showing off to you countless times, purposely shooting better at practice when you were around, making sure that you were seeing his taut muscles as he pulled his arm backwards to aim.  At dinnertime, he would reach from behind you, making his forearm slightly graze your shoulder.  To no avail, you would only smile at him endearingly, face slightly reddening from the contact, but it’s definitely not the reaction he was trying to find.  

Neteyam loves everything  about you.  But he was just a man.  He wants to see you melt before him, baring your everything at him.  He longs to witness you offer yourself as his and his only.  

Neteyam never considered himself as a selfish person.  Growing up he has only known to give and sacrifice for his siblings, dedicating his whole being to please his parents, the people around him, always aiming to prove himself as the future olo’eyktan.  But as his pupils rapidly enlarged at the sight of you squirming beneath him, your three fingered hands raking along his back, your eyes hooded with overwhelming arousal, all he can think of is to take take take.  

“Neteyam–!  Slow down–ah!” you pleaded, eyes slowly rolling back at the feeling of his muscles flex beneath your fingertips.  You didn’t even realize you were crying until your mate swiped a stray tear on your cheek, dipping towards you to rub his nose against your left cheek, his hand stroking your queue, making you arch your back, meeting his chest halfway.  As if to add fuel to fire, he tugged at his queue, forming tsaheylu between you, burying you in massive waves of emotion.  Love.  Desire.  Lust.  Fondness.  Worship.  Ardor.  Everything came to you in a roller, making you quiver at the feeling, chanting out his name so loud some might mistake it for a ritual,  a sacrament of lascivious want for your mate’s back.  

You were too swamped with pleasure your hands have fallen on the mats, gripping at nothing as Neteyam thrusted at you faster and faster, never getting tired of maneuvering his hips forward and backwards, pulling back until only his tip was inside of you, then moving oh so deep back into you, giving you endless jolts of pleasure.  You rolled your hips upwards to try and match his pace, only proving to you that you can’t catch up to his tempo as he outruns you by digging his member brisker into you.  He groans at your ear, slipping from his  positioned palms, almost failing to stop himself from falling flat into you, his elbows acting as cushion from his unexpected collapse from too much delectation.  From the new angle, he catches your lower lip between his teeth, playfully biting it then smashes his lips against yours, deepening it with a delve of his tongue on yours.  He moans as you reciprocate by licking against his tongue, decelerating his thrusts to match how slowly he detaches mouth from yours, a string of saliva appearing from between you.  

It was endlessly torturous as it was tremendously pleasing to you, that he would go  from slow to fast then rapid to sluggish, continuously building the impending knot in your stomach.  “Oh my Eywa–!  Neteyam-” you exclaim as he once again consumes you by plunging into you harder rhythmically.  He grabs your hand, guiding it on his back as he rammed into you.  You whine in realization as he makes you scour through his rear muscles, feeling them twitch at your hand’s mercy, experimentally pressing through the plush of them with Neteyam muttering a curse as he impossibly quickened his pace.  You were seeing stars when he gave you three of his hardest thrusts, your arms pulling him closer to  you, making him nestle against the dip of your collar.  You sob against his shoulder as you feel yourself let go, your slick covering the entirety of his member.  

“Hahh–”  He breathes, his warmth seeping through, filling you with his seed, never stopping his languid thrusts, his eyes almost went black when he sees himself inside you, his shaft plunging inside you lazily, a dent on your stomach visible.  You pull his head into you, kissing him with wild abandon.  This takes you back to  your first night as mates.  You were on his back, being carried by him to the tree of  souls  after you hurt your ankle out of sheer excitement when the day he would choose you has come.  Your courting was well known in the village.  The people knew that the two of you have loved each other for a long long time.  

That night was also the reason why you have come to love the way his back would dip into a perfect semi-arch that leads to the most alluring tail you have ever seen.   The way his back pressed into your chest, firm muscles shifting every now  and then, it was so so attractive.  So when your beloved pulled out from you, you could not help but pull him closer to you, only you shifted him onto his stomach, your eyes seemingly forming into hearts as they lay gaze on his freckled back, the bluest stripes adorning it.  Your eyes droop into a mesmerized look, thinking just how beautiful Neteyam is.  You could be presented with every eligible man in the whole world but not one of them would hold a candle to your Neteyam.  

Neteyam shifted his neck slightly to see what you were up to, chest slightly heaving at the exhaustion starting to seep through.  He was about to ask what was  wrong when his eyes  widened in realization.  You were practically melting his back into a  puddle with how lovingly your amber eyes were stuck onto him.  

“I see,” he chuckles, voice slightly raspy.  He folds his arms beneath his head, acting as a pillow to make himself comfortable, knowing how much time you will spend giving his back attention.  Yawne does that very well, in his opinion.  You gently put open mouthed kisses on his back, a beautiful map of stars that you have come to love, giving each bioluminescent freckle attention, doing your best to remember which spots struck the most reaction.  Neteyam jutted his hips onto the flooring after you suckled on a certain area of his back just a few  centimeters away from his tail.  Eywa, he exclaimed.  You started working your way up, licking him from the dip of his spine, moaning obscenely as you did it, your hips rocking against his tail, its incessant flickering creating a friction against your womanhood.  

A  familiar buildup has Neteyam breathe a sigh, groaning as he feels your wetness against his back, your nose nuzzling against his braids.  You kneaded the knots on his back, eyes rolling back at the feel of his muscles rippling against your palms, tearing a loud moan from you as your mind blanked out for almost a minute with how unexpected your release came.  Neteyam gasped your name as he himself let go of the tightening in him, releasing a sputter of his semen against the ground, his right hand shakily reaching behind him almost tangling with the connected queues, and finally came in contact with your sex as he massaged through the bundle of nerves, helping you through your  release.  You squirted against his back, making your breath hitch when you felt his left hand rub your bottom against him, stroking it in a circular motion.

“Neteyam, I love you–!”  You scream, continuing to whimper his name, "Neteyam, Neteyam Neteyam—Haah.." your voice fades as you run out of breath from overstimulation, tickling his ears as you did so. 

As soon  as he felt your heartbeat slow down, he shifted onto his back to guide you into a cuddling position.  Deciding how close he needed you, he lifted you up to put you quite literally on him, an appreciative sigh coming from you.  You pressed a kiss on his cheek, then went back to nuzzle against his neck, mumbling an i love you, so so much my mate.  It was not too long until your soft snores reached his ears.  He chuckles at the sight, his arms wounding around your waist, his tail protectively wrapping itself around your thigh, with yours unconsciously doing the same to him.  He smirked at his new discovery, the cogs inside him starting to run through ideas where he can exploit this to tease you, perhaps score another passionate night with you, as the two of you go beyond your experiences, showering each other with love and intense desire.

[1800-fight-me]

Thunderstorms & Heartache Part Two

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

You can find part one here!

Rating: E (Explicit) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending of course - wink wink), oral sex (f receiving), and PiV sex

Word count: About 3.8k

Synopsis: After a tumultuous reunion with Aemond, will one lie be all it takes to push you apart for good?

Author’s note: Here's part two! Sorry it took me literally a million years - I hope y'all enjoy! P.S. Comments will make my entire day and earn you a kiss on the forehead!

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Recap from Part One:

“I must tell you that I was not completely honest with you before,” he said, his voice low and vulnerable. 

“About what?” you asked carefully. 

“I do know who my brother intends to betroth you to,” he replied. 

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, wordlessly asking him to explain, even as you extricated yourself from his grasp and crossed your arms. 

He pressed his lips together. 

“You are to marry me,” he said finally. 

“What?” you gasped. 

Part Two:

You already yelled at him and called him a liar. There was nothing else to say. 

You felt empty, numb. When the anger was released you weren’t sure what else was there. 

He hadn’t defended himself when you raged at him like you expected him too. 

Aemond took the verbal lashing with guilt and understanding in his eyes, and it took the wind and the anger out of you. 

He helped you settle into Vhagar’s saddle in silence. 

You rode in that same heavy silence, and soon the sky overhead broke and rain poured. 

The raging storm matched your mood so you could not bring yourself to complain. 

Besides, the rain hid and washed away your quiet tears at his betrayal. Of course he lied to you about something as important as your future and your duty. 

You thought he knew how much fear revolved around your future, so for him to keep such vital information from you was gutting. 

Though if you were truly honest with yourself, a future with Aemond inspired significantly less dread than your former betrothed. And it was nothing compared to the ice cold terror you felt when you had no idea who you would be wed to. You knew the kind of man that Aemond is, and you cared for him deeply. Even still, you were hurt. 

You could sense that he wanted to talk and attempted to get himself to say something several times, but your sullen quiet kept him from trying to start a conversation. 

Hours passed and soon you could see that you were near King’s Landing. 

“We shall be there within the hour,” he said as he leaned close enough to your ear in order for you to hear him that you could feel his breath caress your skin. 

You felt a spark of anger at yourself that your body reacted so strongly to him as you shivered.

Your back was fully pressed into his chest and there was a part of you, and not a small part, that wished to forget what happened between the two of you and relax into his body and allow him to fully embrace you. 

You nodded curtly but said nothing else. 

The rain did not let up and neither did your mood. 

As Vhagar landed on the outskirts of the city, you allowed Aemond to once again grasp hold of your waist and help you off the massive dragon. 

It was unfortunate that anger did nothing to dispel desire, though you supposed that was the story of your life. 

He said your name softly as your feet reached the ground and you were pressed against him. 

“What?” you asked, your voice broken. 

He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. 

“Aemond, what is there to say? I am exhausted and filthy. Can we not just allow this wretched trip to end without another fight?” 

He pursed his lips and nodded. 

He helped you onto the back of yet another horse after he had done the same. 

He reminded you that while you rode through the city it was important to still be as discreet as possible, so you both pulled up the hoods of your cloaks. 

You sat behind him and tentatively wrapped your arms around his trim waist. 

You gave into the desire for comfort and pressed yourself against him fully and buried your face in his back as the horse began a light trot. 

He placed his hand over yours and ran his thumb back over your skin and you relaxed immediately. 

You knew it wasn’t fair to seek his comfort when you had been so angry with him, but you could not choose your feelings for him.  

Besides, you were covered in mud and remnants of blood, traumatized, and tired beyond belief. 

You actually began to doze off, glad for your tight grip on Aemond that prevented you from falling, and were nearly startled when Aemond pulled the horse to a stop. 

There were hands on you that helped you off the horse, as you realized it was a king’s guard and not Aemond, you stiffened and pulled back. 

Aemond chuckled at your befuddled expression and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

Queen Alicent was suddenly there and she looked at you and Aemond in concern, placing a hand on both your faces. 

“Are you alright?” she asked somewhat breathlessly as if she had raced across the Red Keep to greet her son. 

“Still in one piece,” Aemond replied. 

She sighed in relief and ordered you to be escorted to your new chambers. 

With one last look back at Aemond, you allowed a king’s guard to guide you then complied when the maids within undressed and bathed you. 

You tumbled into the large four poster bed, slid between satin sheets, and allowed sleep to pull you under. 

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Your hands were covered in blood. You stared at them in horror, recognizing the hands before you as your own but also not comprehending that fact, as you turned them palm up. 

Blood pooled in your palms and dripped down onto the grass before you. You looked up and saw that you were in a meadow filled with flowers of the most violent bright red. Your breathing quickened as panic threatened to consume you. 

You turned around, hoping to escape the horror, but stopped short when you saw an enormous mirror with intricate gold details that decorated the frame. 

In the mirror you saw yourself, hands still coated in now drying blood, but to your terror, there was a large dragon behind you. 

A dragon with blood coating its teeth and maw as it snarled. You trembled where you stood, unable to do anything but stare into the mirror. 

The dragon had snow white scales, piercing eyes of sapphire blue, and sharp claws that were dark with the coppery color of dried blood. 

You were petrified, and yet…. 

The dragon cocked his head in a motion that felt all too familiar. You turned around slowly and made full eye contact with the dragon who slowly laid his head down at your feet, showing you complete loyalty. 

A sudden feeling of comfort and safety filled you. 

Your name was being called, though it sounded far away. You began blinking rapidly and soon your location changed. 

You were dreaming, you realized as you blinked your eyes open to find yourself in the bed you had tumbled into the night prior. 

And for the first time in days, the person that woke you was not Aemond. 

There was a pang of something that felt dangerously close to disappointment at the realization that the person that woke you was a lady’s maid. 

“My lady, it is nearly midday and the prince is here and has requested you meet him for lunch,” the kind woman said. 

You nodded and began to rise, even as your heart skipped a beat. 

After dressing and being fussed over enough, you stepped out of your chambers and smiled as you saw him. 

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he smiled at you warm enough to melt your heart. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked with concern.  You took the half step forward and hugged him tightly, and after a moment of surprise, he hugged you back. 

He chuckled softly. “I came here to beg your forgiveness, I did not expect to obtain it so easily.” 

You laughed, the sound thick with unshed tears. 

“I am sorry that I was not honest with you,” he said as you pulled back and stared up at him. 

“I would be more willing to let you completely off the hook if you explained yourself,” you said with a smirk. 

He smirked right back at you and said, “I would be happy to, my lady, would you allow me to escort you to lunch while I do so?” 

You nodded and took his offered arm. 

You walked through the halls of the Red Keep and into the beautiful gardens full of blooming flowers of purple and white. 

“I thought you understood me. That you understood…”

“Understood?” 

“The amount of fear and dread that I have felt about my future, my duty.” you said as you looked down at the ground. 

“You did not always feel that way though,” he said, clearly thinking back to your shared childhood. 

You felt a stray tear fall down your cheek. 

“I was certainly more carefree when we were young. And also…also I had deluded myself into thinking I would be wed to you, before we fell apart that is, and a future with you did not seem so scary,” you confessed. 

“It is unfortunate that we had such a deep misunderstanding and became so angry with one another, for that was my wish as well,” he said. 

“Childish dreams I suppose,” you said and he chuckled. 

“Not anymore. I was certain due to your disdain towards me that the news that we were to be betrothed would not be well received. I found myself acting cowardly by not telling you,” Aemond said gently. 

You sighed softly. 

“I have to be honest with you,” you said, nerves making your voice breathy and high. 

“Yes?” 

“I have never once hated you. In fact I am almost certain I have loved you for my entire life,” you said. 

And under the willow tree with a picnic set up beneath it, Aemond pulled you to a stop. 

He cupped your cheek and led you to look up and meet his gaze. 

“How fortunate it is that we feel the same way,” he purred. 

You grinned, even as you rolled your eyes at him, and pulled him in for a life shattering kiss. As much as you liked to pretend, you were clearly not immune to his charms. 

He consumed you and you melted into him, became one with him as his lips moved against yours and your tongues tangled. 

He gripped your waist as you plunged a hand in his silken white hair that you have so long admired. He backed you up enough that your back hit the trunk of the tree. You groaned. 

He was moments away from using the tree behind you as leverage to lift and hold you up, when a cleared throat interrupted your passionate embrace. 

“So I take it you are on board with this marriage?” Aegon drawled. 

You pulled back from Aemond and glared at your king. He smirked in traditional Targaryen smugness that made your blood boil. 

You pointed a finger at him and Aemond pulled you back against his chest before you could lunge at Aegon the way you would when you were all children. 

“You are an absolute imbecile-” 

“Careful, my beloved, he is your king. Even if that was the worst kidnapping you’ve ever been a part of,” Aemond said and his joke managed to cut through your anger. 

You huffed a reluctant laugh even as Aegon smirked. 

“The wedding will be this afternoon,” Aegon ordered as he turned away. 

You looked back at Aemond, your eyes huge and he held up his hands. 

“This is news to me as well,” he said. 

You sighed and rested your head on his chest. 

“You better pray this dumbass plan of your brother’s concoction works,” you mumbled. 

He rubbed his hand up and down your spine in reassurance. 

“Whatever the outcome, my love, we will be together,” he said. 

You grinned and he kissed you once more. 

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The ceremony was small and quick. 

All that mattered were your vows, that he was yours and you were his. 

He kissed you with such emotion that your heart threatened to burst. 

There was an intimate family feast scheduled for directly after, but Aemond led you away, claiming he needed only a moment of your time before you met up with the others. 

“Aemond!” you said with a giggle as he pulled you into his chambers and shut the door behind you. 

“Hush, wife, I have a gift for you,” he said as he planted a firm kiss on your lips. 

A shiver went down your spine as you smiled against his lips. 

You kissed him more fervently and he pulled back with a signature smirk and chuckle that used to enrage you, but now filled you with a different kind of warmth. 

“I was not using innuendo, my beloved, I truly do have a gift for you,” he said as he extricated himself from your grasp and guided you towards his desk with a hand on your lower back. 

You giggled as you followed him. 

He presented you with a small box. You looked up at him with lust filled eyes, tempted to toss the box to the side and throw yourself at him and allow yourself to be consumed by your dragon’s flames. 

“Open it,” he ordered. 

You opened it at the promise you saw in his eye to fulfill your desires. 

You gasped at the necklace with a delicate silver chain and beautiful sapphire that winked at you in the firelight. You looked back at your new husband, and saw that the gem on your necklace was an exact match to the one that graced his wounded eye. 

“You once told me that sapphires are your favorite,” he said. 

Your laugh was choked up by a sob at his obvious thoughtfulness and love for you. He was not lying that he has loved and cared for you for the entirety of your lives. 

You thought about your young heartbroken friend who loved you despite the hurt and chose a sapphire to replace his lost eye with some hope that you would approve. 

“Will you put it on for me?” you ask shyly as you wipe away the tears. 

He smiles, a genuine breathtaking smile. You laugh and cry at the same time again. 

Aemond took the necklace from you, then placed his hands on your waist and turned you around gently so you faced away from him. Your breath caught as he grazed his fingers across your collarbone then brushed against your neck. 

You shivered. 

You waited patiently as he clasped the chain around your neck. You’d never felt lighter, in fact, you felt like you were floating- high up in the air on dragonback. 

He turned you back around and continued to adjust the necklace around your throat, a gleam in his eye as you smiled prettily at him- proudly displaying his claim on you. 

His lips crashed against yours and you willingly, gleefully succumbed to the storm of him. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, held him tighter. The feeling of his strong warm body against yours had you melting. 

As his tongue grazed yours, you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

He kissed you thoroughly and completely as he claimed your mouth. You whimpered with desire and it only spurred him on more. 

He gripped your waist tighter as he guided you to walk backwards until your legs bumped into the bed. 

He led you to sit on the edge of the bed and you whined as he pulled his lips away from yours. He smirked cockily and then surprised you when he didn’t kiss you again, he didn’t guide you to lay back or crawl on top of you, no- he kneeled in front of you. 

He slowly removed your shoes and stockings before he ran his hands up your now bare legs, pushing your skirt up, up, up until his hands rested on your thighs. 

He placed your ankles on his shoulders and you took a shuddering breath. 

He ran his nose against your calf as his hands inched higher up your thighs. 

He groaned with desire. 

“You’re mine, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he purred. 

You nodded your head and but your lip as you watched him, and a second heartbeat throbbed in your core. 

“Say it,” he ordered, his voice soft as his nose grazed up to the middle of your thigh. Your breath caught as he pushed your skirt up high enough that your panties were exposed to him. 

“I’m yours,” you breathed out. 

“Mhm,” he hummed as he pressed soft opened mouth kisses to the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. 

His lips moved higher and higher as did his hands until he gripped your hips and his face was level with your core. 

His eye flickered to the wet patch in your panties and he hummed his approval. 

The sight of him between your legs was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen and your breaths came fast and quick. 

He buried his nose in your still clothed pussy, took in a deep breath, and groaned with desire as he exhaled. 

You whimpered. 

His gaze met yours and he smiled at the sight of you shuddering with desire for him. 

The anticipation was more than you could take. 

“Please, Aemond,” you whined. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he teased and hooked a finger in your panties and pulled them slowly down and off before he dropped them on the floor. 

He moaned as he took in your glistening pussy, wet just for him. 

Before you could finish whining the word please again, his mouth was on you. 

He licked a long stripe up your core and groaned once more. 

“Nectar of the gods,” he murmured before he devoured you. 

He licked and licked and licked you and made you feel a way you’d never felt before. 

You moaned wantonly as he sucked at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs and you gave you a pleasure unlike any before. 

He slipped a finger inside you and you squeaked at the intrusion, but soon moaned as he crooked his finger and rubbed against a spot you’d never found yourself. 

You felt something build inside you as he continued to move his tongue on your clit in a perfect rhythmic action. 

He slipped another finger inside you, stretching you a bit, but you couldn’t be bothered as your release became impending. 

“Aemond,” you whimpered and he groaned into your pussy. 

“Give it to me, my love,” he ordered. 

Your release shattered through you with a moan loud enough to echo through his chambers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care or be embarrassed. Not when your new husband looked beyond pleased with you. 

“You are utter perfection,” he breathed out as he stared at you, his mouth slightly open and his pupil dilated with desire. 

He stood from his kneeling position before you and your eyes fell to the obvious evidence of his arousal. Your mouth watered. 

He kissed you deeply before pulling back once again. 

He quickly and efficiently removed his clothes and then yours. 

Your breath quickened once again as you took in the glorious sight of Aemond completely bare before you. You’d dreamed of this many times, but nothing could have prepared you for when he laid you down and slotted himself between your legs. 

As your eyes met his, all of the nerves fell away. You were ready for him and felt completely secure in his arms as he kissed you gently, sweetly, in preparation for what was to come. 

“I love you,” you said as his lips trailed down your neck. 

“You, my beloved, are the love of my life,” he imprinted onto your skin as he trailed his lips down to your breasts. 

He licked and sucked at the peaks of your breasts and you moaned as you tangled your fingers into his hair and urged him on. 

You somehow became even wetter and your slick coated his cock as he slid it through your folds. 

“I need you,” you breathed out and he grunted in agreement. 

He leaned up and kissed your lips once more before he slotted himself against your entrance and slowly began to push inside you. 

You gasped at the intrusion and he murmured sweet words and pressed soft kisses to any of your skin that he can reach. 

He pressed in and in and in. There was some discomfort but he had readied you thoroughly so there was not the pain you had anticipated. 

Once he was seated fully inside you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him. 

His lips moved against yours with such gentleness that despite the fact that you’d loved him nearly all your life, you somehow fell in love with him even more. 

He pulled back with a hand on the side of your face, a question in his expression, and as you nodded he began to move inside you. 

He pulled nearly all the way out of you before he slid back in. 

You moaned breathlessly and he moaned along with you. 

So slow, his pace was nearly excruciatingly slow as he pulled out and pressed back deep deep inside you and reached a place that had never been reached before. 

Over and over again until your patience was lost. 

“Faster,” you urged and with a groan that showed how frayed his self control was, he complied. 

And you learned how truly full of fire the blood of the dragon was. 

Aemond pulled out before snapping his hips back in against yours. The pace quick and the thrusts deep. 

He gave you a pleasure unlike any you had ever experienced before. You felt so full, a feeling you had never thought you would be so desirable. 

You felt complete as your husband filled you and you clenched around him. 

You pulled his face down to kiss him messily and his thrusts became frantic. 

He twirled his tongue with yours and you gripped his back and held him as close to you as was possible. 

The wet sounds of your coupling filled the room and only increased your desire for him. 

His pleasure was your pleasure as he held you tight and moaned your name into your mouth as he came and filled you with his seed. 

He kissed you once more, twice more, three times before he pulled out of you and rolled to lie next to you on the bed, giving you both time and space to catch your breath. 

You turned to look at him and trailed your fingers down his cheek, then across his chiseled chest and stomach. 

“When can we try that again?” you asked, still a bit breathlessly. 

He chuckled and took your hand in his. He pressed a kiss to your palm. 

“Whenever you want, my gorgeous wife, but at least give me a few moments to recollect myself,” he replied with a smile. 

Later, you strode into your own wedding feast arm in arm with your new husband, more than fashionably late, a smile on your lips and the sapphire necklace around your throat glittering in the light the same as Aemond’s matching eye. 

You were unafraid of your father’s reaction, certain you were of his impending arrival once he received the news. 

The truth is, you’d never felt more secure. Your heart healed, your future one of promise and love rather than fear and hurt, and the love of your life by your side to weather life’s storms with. 

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

If you're taking dialogue prompts then I would suggest Geraskier 20 and/or 45 and/or 92. ❤

20. “You are so unbelievably strong. So, so strong.”

45. “You lied to me.”

92. “My heart is beating… that’s cool.”

“You are so unbelievably strong,” Jaskier says from his spot thrown over Geralt’s shoulder, sounding a bit hysterical. “So, so strong. Do I weigh anything to you?”

With his hand that isn’t holding Jaskier in place, Geralt casts Aard to blast two guards rushing at them backwards. “Is now really the time for this, bard?”

“I think it’s always a good time to ogle handsome men who come to my rescue so valiantly.”

Geralt snorts and leaps off the scaffold onto Roach’s waiting back, dumping Jaskier across the saddle in front of him like a sack of potatoes. Roach doesn’t wait for his signal before she bolts, sending onlookers scattering as she gallops through the crowd. “I told you, bard, next time you ended up on the gallows for sticking your cock somewhere it shouldn’t, I was letting you die.”

“You lied to me.” Jaskier sounds far more smug than a man in his position should.

Geralt can’t argue with that. “The duke’s betrothed? Really?”

“She was quite pretty and she liked my music.”

“Is that all it takes?”

“Well, I am a sucker for a pretty face.” Jaskier cranes his neck to bat his eyelashes at Geralt.

“You’re a dipshit is what you are.” An arrow whistles by his head and Geralt twists around in the saddle to cast Igni at their pursuers.

“It won’t happen again?”

“Now who’s lying?” Geralt urges Roach to run faster. He doesn’t pull her to a stop until they’re well out of town and the sounds of shouting have faded behind them. Only then does he leap down from her back to untie Jaskier’s ankles and wrists.

“Ugh.” Jaskier slides off of Roach’s saddle. Geralt catches him around the waist to stop him from falling. “You finally let me ride Roach and you treat me like a sack of potatoes?”

“You alright?” Geralt pats him down to look for injuries.

“Well, my heart’s still beating.” Jaskier presses his hand to his chest. “That’s nice. Besides some bruises and scrapes, I’m fine. I’d say of all my imprisonments, that one was probably in my top ten. Maybe even my top five, since it ended with me being thrown over a handsome man’s shoulder.”

Geralt closes his eyes. He doesn’t know why he still keeps this peacock around. He especially doesn’t know why the thought of losing this peacock to a hangman’s noose scared him worse than anything has in a long time. “Just don’t let this happen again.”

“I’ll do my best, but I can make no promises.”

“Here’s a promise,” Geralt says. “Next time your fool decisions get you sentenced to death, I’m leaving you.”

“Sure you will.” Jaskier throws his arms around Geralt’s neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for saving me, O Dashing White Wolf.”

Geralt can feel Jaskier’s heart beating against his chest. It almost makes up for the fact that he smells like a man who spent a week in a prison cell. “Any time, Jaskier.”

He doesn’t miss Jaskier’s triumphant little smile.

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[helluvasweetheart]

“You only feel it when its lost, getting through still has a cost”

-Who we are, Hozier

TW: allusions to cursing?, drinking, a man being a man?

MDNI

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I kick the fence post with a frustrated grunt. “Son of a—”

A deep voice interrupts. “Need a hand with that, sweetheart?”

I spin around to see Jimmy Shaw leaning against a nearby fence rail, his trademark smirk plastered across his face. “Jimmy Shaw, what are you doing on my property?” I snap, planting my hands on my hips.

“Well, Ophelia, half the town could hear you cursing at that poor fence. Figured I’d drop by and offer a man’s touch.” He winks, and I glare back, my jaw tightening.

Jimmy’s grin widens, but I stay rooted where I am, refusing to give him the satisfaction of backing down. “If I needed help,” I say sharply, “I wouldn’t be looking for it from the likes of you.”

He chuckles, low and amused. “Come now, Ophelia. I ain’t here to make trouble.” His gaze flicks over the crooked fence, then back to me. “But that post ain’t gonna stand straight if you keep kicking it.”

“Thank you for the advice,” I retort, “but I can manage just fine without you.” I turn my back on him and reach for the hammer resting on the ground, my fingers curling around the handle with determination. I hear his boots crunching on the dirt behind me, coming closer.

“Seems to me like you’re making it harder than it needs to be,” he says, his voice suddenly softer. “It ain’t a crime to let someone give you a hand.”

I pause, the hammer halfway to the nail. The truth is, I am struggling. This farm has been a fight from the start, and each day feels like a new battle I’m barely winning. But I won’t let him see that. I won’t let anyone see that.

“I said I don’t need your help, Jimmy.” I straighten up and turn to face him again. “And I certainly don’t need you thinking you can just walk onto my land like you own the place.”

He tilts his head, his smile fading just a bit. “I’m just trying to be neighborly, Ophelia. If you’re too proud to take it, that’s your choice.” He steps back, tipping his hat. “But that pride won’t keep a roof over your head when winter comes.”

His words sting more than I care to admit, but I hold my ground as he retreats down the dirt road. When he finally disappears from sight, I exhale, the weight of the farm settling back on my shoulders. I glance at the crooked post, then at the farmhouse behind me—both stubbornly leaning, just like me.

“I can do this,” I whisper to myself, lifting the hammer again. “I have to.”

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By the time the sun dips below the horizon, the air has cooled and the sky is awash in dusky blues and purples. I wipe the sweat from my brow and let the hammer fall to the ground, the fence still no straighter than it was that morning. A sigh escapes me. The farm can wait. Right now, I need a stiff drink and a break from the weight pressing down on my shoulders.

I saddle my horse and ride into town, the dim lights of the saloon flickering in the distance like a beacon. It’s already lively inside when I push through the doors, the air thick with smoke and the smell of spilled whiskey. The hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter drown out the quiet doubts still lingering in my mind.

I make my way to the bar and lean against the counter. “Whiskey, Charlie,” I call to the bartender.

He nods and pours me a generous shot, sliding the glass toward me. “Rough day, Miss Flores?”

I take the drink in one swift motion, letting the burn settle deep in my chest before answering. “Just another day,” I mutter. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“’Course,” he replies with a knowing smile. “But that farm’s gotta be a helluva lot of work for just one woman.”

I bristle slightly, but before I can shoot back a retort, a familiar voice cuts in from a nearby table. “Reckon she’s got more fight in her than most men around here, Charlie.”

I turn to find Jimmy Shaw sitting with a couple of his friends, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of them. He’s leaning back in his chair, his hat tipped at a casual angle. The moment our eyes meet, his mouth quirks up into that same infuriating grin.

Ignoring the sudden heat in my cheeks, I set the empty glass down with a thud. “If you’re finished running your mouth, Jimmy, maybe you ought to head home before you end up on the wrong side of trouble,” I say, raising my voice just enough for his friends to hear. A few of them chuckle, and Jimmy’s grin only widens.

He stands up and crosses the room, his boots echoing on the wooden floor. “Trouble, huh?” he says, stopping just a step away from me. “You sound like you might be spoiling for it.”

I don’t back down, meeting his gaze with a steady glare. “Or maybe I’m just tired of listening to a man who thinks he can solve every problem with a little charm and a lot of whiskey.”

Jimmy laughs, a deep sound that rumbles in his chest. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I brought plenty of both,” he replies, reaching for the bottle on the bar and pouring me another drink. “But if you’d rather sulk in the corner all night, that’s up to you.”

I hesitate, my pride warring with my exhaustion. The whiskey glistens in the dim light, and for a moment, it feels like giving in. But then again, maybe a drink is exactly what I need to forget about the crooked fence, the empty fields, and all the things I can’t seem to fix. I snatch the glass from his hand, my fingers brushing his for the briefest second.

“Fine,” I say, lifting the glass to my lips. “But don’t think this means I’m taking your help.”

As the whiskey settles in my chest, warming me from the inside out, the saloon doors creak open. The conversations around us quiet for a moment, and I glance over my shoulder to see who’s arrived.

A woman stands in the doorway, framed by the dim light spilling in from the street. Her dark hair cascades down her back in loose waves, and a fringed shawl drapes over her shoulders. She steps inside with a confident grace, her eyes scanning the room like she’s taking its measure. There’s an effortless beauty about her—something striking and unfamiliar.

She catches me staring and, to my surprise, offers a small smile before making her way to the bar. Charlie, the bartender, immediately pours her a drink, his usually gruff expression softening as he speaks to her in Spanish. She replies in the same tongue, her voice smooth and melodic.

When she lifts her glass, she meets my eyes again. “Salud,” she says, tipping her drink in my direction.

I nod, raising my glass back. “Salud,” I echo, though my Spanish isn’t nearly as elegant.

The stranger’s lips curl into a smile, and she steps closer, her skirts whispering against the floorboards. “I’m Athena,Athena Cabral” she says, her gaze flicking between me and Jimmy with a curious glint. “Just passing through. I couldn’t resist stopping for a drink.”

“Well, Athena, you’ve picked a good night to walk in,” Jimmy says, leaning against the bar, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m Jimmy Shaw, and this lovely lady here is—”

“I can introduce myself,” I cut in, not keen on Jimmy speaking for me. “Ophelia Flores.” I extend my hand, meeting Athena’s gaze directly.

She takes my hand with a gentle firmness. “It’s a pleasure, Ophelia. I’m just looking for a place to stay while I’m in town. Any recommendations?”

I hesitate, glancing over at Jimmy, who’s smirking. “You could try the inn,” I say, but I can’t help the slight edge in my voice. “Though it might not be the safest option. It’s run by Jimmy’s parents.”

Athena raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that so? What’s wrong with the inn?”

I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. “Let’s just say they have a reputation for being… unwelcoming to newcomers.”

“Is that true, Jimmy?” Athena asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.

He shrugs, still grinning. “My folks are just traditional is all. They don’t take too kindly to strangers.”

Athena crosses her arms, tilting her head. “Sounds a bit unfair. It’s not like we’re all out to cause trouble.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t mind causing a little trouble,” Jimmy says with a wink. “Especially if it involves a pretty face like yours.”

I roll my eyes, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Don’t mind him, Athena. He thinks he’s charming, but he’s really just a pain.”

Athena laughs, and there’s something so genuine about it that I can’t help but smile. “I’m sure there’s more to you than that, Jimmy.”

“Of course there is,” he replies with a wink, leaning closer to Athena. “I’m also incredibly helpful. You need a place to stay, right? I’m sure I could convince my parents to give you a special rate.”

“More like a special lecture,” I interject, crossing my arms. “You’d be better off sleeping in a barn than in that inn.”

Athena looks thoughtful, then glances between us. “You know, I’d be perfectly fine with a barn. At least it’s quiet.”

I nod, feeling a surge of unexpected camaraderie. “My barn is empty, and it’s a lot safer than the inn. You’d be welcome to stay there until you find something better.”

She smiles, and there’s a warmth in her eyes that makes me feel lighter. “That’s incredibly kind of you, Ophelia. I’d appreciate it.”

“Just don’t think it means I’m taking any help,” I say, attempting to sound firm but feeling my resolve soften.

Athena tilts her head, clearly amused. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I can hold my own, but I also know a good opportunity when I see one.”

Jimmy’s expression shifts, and he looks genuinely impressed. “You two seem to be hitting it off. I guess I should have expected that.”

“Let’s not make it a habit,” I say, my voice teasing but firm. “Besides, I have enough on my plate without adding any more drama.”

“Drama? Who said anything about drama?” Athena replies with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I think we could use a little excitement around here, don’t you think?”

The tension in the air lightens, and I find myself laughing along with her, feeling a flicker of hope in the warmth of her presence. Maybe tonight won’t just be about escaping my troubles after all. As the night unfolds, I can’t shake the feeling that Athena Cabral might just be the spark I need to reignite that hope.

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Here is the second part! I hope someone, somewhere in some dark corner of tumblr finds this and enjoys it :)

Ophelia and Athena have a meet cute?

[castle-of-ruin]

A Simple Ending

A/N: Well, here we are again. I'm writing fanfic and posting it on tumblr while hoping someone will read it and find joy in it the way I do.

Story Notes: This is a Yellowstone themed fic. Reader is mostly neutral aside from a brief description of hair.

Warnings: mild angst, mentions of animal death

Word count: 1k

Exiting the bunkhouse you made your way down the dirt path to the barn. The cold air wraps itself around you and shivers run the length of your spine. Opening the barn door the familiar stench of manure invades your senses. In the beginning that smell made your stomach twist and turn, but now it reminds you of home. There was something almost endearing about it as it swirled memories from the last three years around in your head.

A soft nicker pulls you away from the open barn doors. You smile softly as you approach your horse's stall. Grabbing the saddle and halter off the far wall you tack up your horse. Dragging the step stool across the floor you use it to climb up onto your horse and make your way out of the barn. He lets out another soft noise and shakes out his mane. The sound of his hooves hitting the concrete floors of the barn flood you with warmth.

Your eyes stung with tears as you thought about this being the last time you ever rode this horse. Over the last three years he was your partner in crime as you did all your work on the farm. When you began he was already older, but now he couldn’t work. It was bittersweet as you took your last ride with him.

The wind blew your hair around as it swirled through. With one hand you bring your jacket closer to you trying to find more warmth from it. A chill settles in your bones as your ride further away from the barn. It was an afterthought at this point. You could tell he was starting to tire out by the way his steps began to slow. Pulling softly at the reins you get him to come to a stop.

“That’s okay boy, we can stop here.” You coo to him softly, stroking him between the ears.

Climbing down you pat his neck and he turns to you with a huff. He knew this was it. The last time he would get to enjoy your presence. Once again your eyes sting. It was harder than you thought it would be.

The vet would be here later today to put him down. It was all you could ask for, to enjoy those final moments with him.

You perk up at the sound of hooves coming from behind you. Turning you catch sight of your lover in the distance. Part of you knew he would follow you out here. It was easy to sense his apprehensiveness as he came forward. He comes to a stop beside you and climbs off his horse.

“Hey,” He whispers, as he steps around towards you.

“Hi,” Your voice wavers, and a few tears fall onto your cheeks.

He pulls you forward and wraps his arms around your waist holding you close. The dam breaks and the tears flow freely. It was impossible to reverse time, but how great would it be if you could. You feel his lips press against your head as he pulls you tighter against him.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart, I promise.” His deep voice warms you from deep within.

It felt like it was exactly what you needed at the moment. The pain never went away, but him being here with you made it bearable.

Breaking away from him, you wrap your arm around his waist and stand to his side. The two of you stand and watch your horse graze on the grass in front of him. Your grip tightens on him as the tears threaten to fall once more.

“I hate to see him go, he’s been a great horse.” Your lover tries to level with you.

He was never good at sympathy, but he was trying his best. You let out a quiet chuckle at the thought. You wrap your arms around him from the side this time burying your face into his chest.

“It’s time to say goodbye, sweetheart.” He squeezes your shoulder and kisses your head again.

Breaking away from him you make your way back over to your horse. Reaching out, you pet him once more.

“Okay, Ford, it’s time to go big guy.” Your lips quiver again as tears fall once more.

Sniffling, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him one last hug. You didn’t want to say goodbye. Ford, sniffs you and blows out a puff of air in your face, as if saying goodbye to. The sounds of hooves approaching reach your ears. Looking up you see Rip. He was here to collect Ford. Pressing a kiss to the side of his face you hand his reins to Rip allowing him to take him away.

Falling to your knees you gasp for air unable to breathe properly. Your heart shatters into a million pieces as you watch him walk away. Warm arms wrap around you as you sit on the ground. You can feel him situate behind you and watch as his legs appear on either side of you. He pulls you into his chest and holds you close.

For what feels like forever you cry. Mourning the loss of your horse.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I hate seeing you like this.” He kisses the side of your head.

“Thank you for being here.” You tell him, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

“Let me know when you’re ready to head back.” He instructs softly.

You smile softly and get up off the ground turning back to him and extending your hand to him. He grabs your hand and rises.

He helps you on his horse before getting on himself. The two of you ride off back to the barn. Your heart sinks as it sets in that it’ll always feel empty without Ford being here. He gives you a sad smile as the two of you stand in the barn, taking in the moment together again. Tomorrow will be a new day.

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