#but thats what healing spells are for ig

[spicyraeman]

In a fight right? She can take werewolf shadowheart in a fight? ..right

she can take her.

[shuichi1-1]

How would some of the agents react to you nearly dying on a mission

This is my first ever post, so i am kind of nervous lmao ;;

Characters: Cypher, Killjoy and Yoru

Theme: Fluff ig

Warnings: None

Cypher

He would be the really, if not the most worried of them all.

He still has trouble accepting the death of Nora and his family, but since he met you, things have gotten easier for him

He couldnt bear losing you too.

He would lose himself while trying to find your killer.

The moment that he is informed by Sage, or Skye that you are unconscious, he leaves everything he was doing and rushes to you.

After that incident, expect to have cameras all over your room.

He also requests to be in every mission that you are put in, so he could watch over you silently with his Operator.

"I couldnt imagine losing you, you nearly scared me into death. Dont ever do that again, please." He unhooked the straps of his mask, and hugs you tightly while covering his face in the crook of your neck. When you are allowed to go back into your bedroom, expect him to sleep with you, he also set up his tripwires around your bedroom.

The morning after, theres fresh Moroccan tea waiting for you on the nightstand and a breakfast he prepared, well tried.

Killjoy

Poor girl would sweat bullets worrying for you, she will set up her alarm bot in your rooms door just to be cautious.

When she heard you were heavily injured, she was stressing out, hoping you were okay.

The next morning, she was already there when you woke up and bombs you with questions of what happened.

Would also try her best to take care of you, but lets be honest, she cant even take care of herself medical wise. Always forgets to take medications because she is cought up working late.

You would have to end up telling her to go to sleep because she works extra hard on her robots to make you safer on the battlefiels.

If you are on a mission she is not assigned in, she would slip one of her robots in your bag before youre flying off.

"Mein gott, please be safer! You gave me a heart attack, i was so worried...Why didnt you call for backup? Wait, were the mics not working?! I have to work on them more, this wouldnt have happened..!" She starty blaming herself for letting you get hurt, even if she wasnt there, if the earpieces wouldve worked, maybe Phoenix or Jett couldve helped you.

She hugs you tightly and wraps her puffy jacket over the both of you. After that day, she spends entire nights trying to create better pieces.

Expect to have her worrying the shit out of herself for the next few missions and you have to calm her down.

Yoru

He fights back the urge to teleport to you that instant, but he will never admit that.

Probably the most grumpiest about it of them all.

When he hears that youve been seriously hurt, he gets all moody and will snap at anyone who tries to assure him that youll be fine.

He goes and sends you gifts while you are unconscious, but denied everything if you ask him about it.

He always tags along in your missions, and always have a teleport ready by your side.

If it was his other self who have injured you, he would distance himself, worried that you are now scared of him.

He would blame himself for not being there but he wouldnt ever let the egoistical facade crumble infront of everyone.

"How could you end up in that situation dumbass?! I always told you to call me if youre in trouble! Tch, cant you be more carefull?!" He scolds you a lot after that but he truly cares about you, he would tell the healer who tends you, to be extra watchfull for any minor injuries too. He would he more grumpy for a few days but return to his normal self when you are all healed. Probably will tell you to back off for the next mission because youre too weak, but in reality he is just worried that your wounds may open up.

Thats it, i hope it was good and i apologize for any minor spelling mistakes i did ;; I take any requests but i am in school so it is difficult a little but ill do the requests in about 2 days max! Please dm me to requests because i forget comments

[bearbonespdf]

so i have this, ig now ex, friend who is also my ex boyfriend. right now im kinda coming to terms with the fact that he was? is? abusive. we've known each other for about 4 years now, dated for 2 of those, and broke up about 9 months ago. we've gone through a lot together, including a major traumatic event that involved him being called an abusive boyfriend. this has added to my... hesitance to call him an abuser.

he has hit me a couple times, which we talked through and he didnt do again. however he would bite me pretty often and pretty hard, and wouldnt let go when i asked him too. i used to beg him to stop but he'd (paraphrased) call me dramatic and to get over it. he'd also insult my appearance, personality, and intelligence pretty often. he would yell at me for things i couldnt change (ex: forgetfulness from adhd) and when i tried to explain that he'd tell me i was just making excuses. he would also compare me to our shitty ex friends whenever i did or said smth he didnt like. i had to change the way i spelled the word "ok" (i used to spell it "okay") because he would get mad at me for not being considerate of how he thought "okay" was disingenuous.

but despite all of that, he wasn't horrible to me all the time. we were best friends for a long time. i also contributed to our arguments, and he's said that i traumatized him too. i have friends who tell me that he's definitely abusive and that none if its my fault. i want to believe them but it just kinda feels like wishful thinking? he always told me that i have a tendency to avoid responsibility for my actions, and idk if thats what im doing? i have some other friends who are still cool with him despite knowing all of what i detailed above (and some more lol) and say that they understand why he's upset and why he did what he did. i think the friends who are on his side (which i hate saying, i dont really think its a "sides" situation?) are trying to explain his side of the story and feelings in the matter to the people on my "side".

anyways, this whole post is sparked by the fact that i just found out he blocked me. idk for how long, but i blocked him back. im scared, im stressed, i feel guilty but also kinda glad? i was planning out how to break off our friendship already, but i wanted to end it more amicably. i didnt want to block eachother, i was hoping to stay acquainted at best and maybe leave room for friendship again further down the line. when we both were changed and healed. im writing all this down to avoid a panic attack, but id also appreciate any thoughts and/or opinions anyone has on the matter?

[crabknight]

further live opinions on fremblem valentino

a. whoa this dungeons stuff is real cool

b. somewhat spitefully made faye a pegknight instead of cleric (i was thinking i needed a healer) on account of the fact that i was leveling her a bunch, and finding out ms silque was inherently one is great news for my survivability

c. HP COST STAT ON MAGIC???

d. okok so ive been playing pokemblem the romhack and i now understand more what they were pulling from with the item system in that, being one item which you hold and get the benifits of instead of a weapon you equip per se. which prevents you from not being able to attack which is neat. tragic for those who enjoyed the strategy of sending someone in disarmed to sit there and get xp

c1. you know thats probably why they mentioned spellcaster weilding black magic this early. all magic is black now ig happy black history month

e. PEGASI DONT EXPLODE UPON BEING PERCIEVED BY AN ARCHER?????

f. also ive noticed like the whole weapon triangle system doesnt seem to be like. a thing. or at least be so minimal in effects for it to not be noticed by me and also they just havent mentioned it. is this true?

g. wtf faye do a lance spin but not a crit im being scammed >:[

h. im in LOVE with all the lil ways the combat animations change depending on situation like if they're running in from afar the animation is them doing so, the person doing the defending waltzes up from out of their forest or whatever the spot is, and like ahsjgsbs its so good

i. hmm. crit did less than a one shot. this used to only happen with like real lategame bitches i think. troubling.

j. ok so there may have been a casualty due to the classic enemy crit jumpscare but luckily this has canon savescumming <3

yay jay opinions!

a. yeah I know right!! it's actually so cool

b. Yeah I did that too, didn't think I needed two that early (it's gonna be a while before the next one though so you're gonna have to make do

c. YES and it's each time you cast the spell, so twice if you double, I think it's a cool mechanic tbh

c1. yeah and also just that all attack magic is black and all status and healing is white (but they also take health to cast)

e. skipping d i suppose, they do, but only if the enemy actually has a bow equipped and not just using generic bow

f. Yeah there's no weapon triangle in this game

g. heheheha get scammed sucker

h. Yeah the animations in this game slap sooo hard honestly, it's great I love it

i. this game has some pretty low damage numbers and some pretty beefy enemies so yeah, makes sense

j. damn, :( poor [redacted] good thing [redacted] is ok now

[missmonkeymode]

Its been 12+ hours and although i am still digesting the game i have a clarification that i wanna talk about. And also ig a bit of fanfiction on where i think harrys story leads him that probably wouldnt happen but id like to think that happens. Spoilers under the cut

I think the killers whole thing of "being a bit un satisfied with the killer" thing was intentional. Hes just a sad, old man that somehow survived a massacre, diven insane from loneliness, grief, anger, regret, and maybe the phasmoid. It's supposed to leave you feeling a bit hollow, a bit "is that it?", a bit "there has to be more", a bit empty. Its just..... sad. He doesnt even give us a fight. Felt a bit better about arresting him after learning hes a pervert though. And proving to jean (is that his name? We barely talked) that i was a competent person made me feel good.

I think, for my harry in this game, i think after the events of the game, he starts to get better. Of course, he had plenty of gaping wounds (2 physical and 2 emotionally (that i know about)), but my harry stopped picking at them. He tries to be sober. He throws out all of the tutti frutti gum he has in his pockets. He's trying to move on.

In this ideal world of my brain fiction thatll probably not be canon ever to anyone but me and might not really happen in the actual fiction, he works a bit longer in the rcm but decides to leave (too many bad memories, and his newfound political ideology certainly doesnt help his chances). Starts a private pi buisness in the cursed building's attic (sleeping in the whirling in rags (free rooms for life, after all)). Somehow convinces kim to come with him after he transfers to precinct 41. Their pi buisness mostly runs off of charity from both free rooms and lowered rent (i dont think the bookstore owner would give harry any more leeway than that), but they pay their bills and they get food in their stomach, so its not all that bad. They take jobs no mattwr how small or silly they are (much to kims disappointment ("theres much more important cases we could take, and much more important paperwork we can do, lieutenant (he still calls harry lieutenant)".)) They sometimes takes jobs from the union (moreso for the hardie boys and liz than for mr claire) if theyre certain its not just for personal gain. Of course, thats not to say there certainly isnt road bumps, for both their career and with the healing process (especially since harry would still be learning both about his past and the world (im not gonna handwave his amnesia away, he still had to work tooth and nail to remember), but harry and kim are happy. They become happy. Once one of them gets too injured to do on site work (probably harry (those two gun wounds still bite at him after all those years)), their buisness goes under (the curse strikes once again) and the two begrudgingly enter a retirement. Id imagine theyd end up a bit like rene and gaston, hanging around martinase (probably spelle that wrong) and doing god knows what.

Yeah, i think id like that for them.

Finally getting around to playing disco elysium

[opal-owl-flight]

My GOD I WAS INSPIRED BY @itsquakey FOR THIS

Spell patterns on Magolor…. My gjinka of him has them (bc hes a magic/spell machination that needs quick access to spells)…but what if my interp of his canon look has it too? (Most of these patterns are lifted straight from my gjinka!)

It would make sense. Ig. He has some spells he etched on himself so that he’ll always have access to them/make the casting quicker. Some spells help him absorb/restore/sense energy. The large one on his back is a shield spell thats constantly running (and will grow stronger if he feeds it more energy)

I think he has a high level healing spell on him somewhere… its new. He hopes to never have to use it.

[lunartonehana]

Pokemon Rejuvenation V13 Reaction Thread 4/10

Spoilers for V13 under cut

Uh oh Angie knows Erin’s actual name

I got stuck on where to go for like a solid 30 minutes 🗿

Oh another memory

Oh it’s a bad memory

Nevermelt Ice is made by Anju?

Aw Erin and Kanon are bonding

Oh wait nevermind

Angie!

Oh this girl is crazy

Lovely we’re battling ourselves

Oh shit an actual battle

Yay we beat them

Aw cute scene with the group talk

Cera(derogatory)

More nice 2d galar sprites

Wtf

Why is there just a dead body on the floor

TM

Patty homegirl what are you doing here

Cute little animation thing

Patty my beloved

can’t unhear sumo music

TM

Bonita mvp?

Murder is fun

KANON YOU DUMBASS

Kanon :(

Cera >:(

Why is Erin the only reasonable person here

Oh nah not this place again

Oh Kanon being born…or is it more like being created

Vitus needs to shut the fuck up

Black haired Anathea 👀

i KnOw hE’s A gOoD mAN

Ugh not at Vitus going insane cause of a damn spell

Wait we’re at the Zeight rn

Interesting

Oh she’s blonde now

Okay the archetype theory was right or its at least looking to be right

“You,Maria,Alice and Allen”

Oh shit Melia is Maria…to some extent probably

Damn imagine forcing the archetype onto someone just cuz thats the only way you can conceive, couldn’t be me

Archetype theory is right!

Oof

Hidden Library?

Hey look the whole gang is here

Smol kids

Oh wait the gold voice said something

Isn’t that what Madame X told Maria in the very beginning of the story?

Oh yea Vitus is the voice Alice kept talking about

Ooo Erin in a different outfit

Magical girl Erin

Aw cute scene

Final faceoff with Angie?

Final faceoff with Angie

Kanon you dumbass

No…I am not mentally strong enough to fight Angie again….

Already soft-resetted once oof

and another one

Okay some notes on the fight ig

I think I accidentally used up the butterfree’s focus sash? damn

Ampharos is the most useful mon and butterfree is just a mon used to help heal other mons

Damn i am stuck on this field

Beat it after the fourth try, ampharos mvp

Kanon?

Kanon????

Kanon mvp???

Oh yeah Indriad fused with Anju to become Angie

Oh something is happening with Melia’s team rn

Finished Erin’s route! This is probably it for Angie(good) and I felt like it was good conclusion to it since it tied up Angie’s role in the story as well as Indriad/Vitus’ involvement with her. It was nice to see visually what lead up to Anathea’s desision to have the archetype kids. Of course there is the question about the whole Melia/Maria situation but it’ll be solved eventually. Oh and it was great playing as Erin, and I think this chapter might’ve cemented her as one of my favorites in the game. Seeing her in action as a tactition was great and I can’t wait for more of her. I enjoyed it a lot, I would give this portion either a B+ or an A grade wise.

[bejeweledbuckley]

For the character thing: Dani (taz) and Rita (tpp? unsure but i love her) (i've never listened to tpp aldjsk)

oh HECK YEAH ty grace!!

Dani!

Why I like them- my darling homesick girl!! the way she lost everything but she still cares so much and feels so much and AHH!! she’s just so honest and good

Why I don’t- god it’s been a hot minute since i listened to amnesty so idk if this is my memory being bad or what but i wish we had more dani. i wish i had a more solid grasp on her personality ig?

Favorite episode (scene if movie)- the whole “you feel like home” scene! also her fight scene in the second to last episode? when dr harris bonkers save us

Favorite season/movie- ig seasons don’t really apply here? but in terms of arc, i really love her in the final arc/few episodes! those are the ones that stick out most in memory!

Favorite line- “I don’t really know what the customs process is between planets.”

Favorite outfit: GOD theres this one fan art i have in mind that i can’t find and its gonna kill me!! its her and aubrey in winter clothes and its super cute and funky and AGH i will find it eventually

OTP- danbrey!! darling girls!! they lost their homes and families and found each other and they’re helping each other heal while saving the world and thats goals af bby!

Brotp- jake and barclay! also dr harris bonkers!

Head Canon- sylvain is a pretty warm planet, so by comparison kepler is freaking freezing and she wears a bunch of layers! so many jackets and flannels and thick knit tights under her pants! and also a lot of cuddles with a certain flame focused spell slinger!

Unpopular opinion- uhhh idk? i just feel like her characterization coulda been a little stronger? i just want more screentime for so many of the amnesty pcs gosh

A wish- ooo gosh what if we had finally met danis family in the finale when they went back to sylvain,, i would weep

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen- shows over! griffin can’t hurt me anymore baby!! but also if episode 28 had gone any differently.. oh noPE (not that i have processed what DID happen)

5 words to best describe them- crunchy, kind, homesick, funny, girlfriend-material

My nickname for them- i dont have one! although my hc is that when she needs to use a last name she’d use either cobb or coolice!

now Rita!! (I had to retype these because Tumblr sucks ahh)

Why I like them- best girl in the whole universe! The kind of friend everyone should have, she’s supportive and loyal but will still call you out on your shit!

Why I don’t- I love her wholeheartedly bro

Favorite episode (scene if movie)- Soul of the People Pt. 2!! She saved the day! And the flashbacks! And the EVERYTHING!

Favorite season/movie- S2!! She just shines in every episode she’s in!

Favorite line- “how 'bout every time you need your Rita to step in or whatever, you just fire me? It can be a secret code! Like super spies! Like the super spy werewolves we're missin' in the movie right now!!” “But... hang on, what if I do actually want to fire you?” “Oh, that ain't gonna happen, Detective Steel.”

Favorite outfit- give her all the funky earrings and bright colored clothes!

OTP- Rita x all the love and respect she deserves

Brotp- JUNO!! Their friendship is everything to me! And Jet! I love how different they are on the surface, but they’ve got very similar hearts and they just click so well!

Head Canon- adhd icon. streams are her hyperfixation bby! and that one scene in season one where she’s taking notes and drawing and it makes no sense unless you go down her wild train of thought, GOD what a mood.

Unpopular opinion- idk if this is an opinion or just another hc, but Rita is Latina in my mind! I claim her! I see very few Latinx headcanons for tpp & I project onto Rita enough that in my mind I’m just like yes,, my Puerto Rican queen.

A wish- I want her bonding with Peter in canon! Give me these two having a mission together!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen- nothing bad is allowed to happen to Rita that can’t be resolved in the same arc. Let her be happy kabert

5 words to best describe them- genius, loyal, hyper, warm, confident!

My nickname for them- love of all my days

[thatonegaybastard]

spoilers for witchs heart and deltarune (au idea)

A while ago i had an idea for like some eitch's heart au ish kinda thing? Where i make designs for what the witchs heart cast would look like in the dark world basically and rhen draw them interacting anyways heres some basic ideas for designs and also just some rambly notes

Claire would be like Kris and Noel would be like Ralsei- if i ever make it a proper au thatd be their roles probably.

My fanon design of Claire hss her bow shaped more like a butterfly so i like to imagine that her bow would become an actual buttefly upon entering the dark world- she would go in with her shorts and tank top and then her dark world form would have like a dress kinda like her formal dress ingame but more butterflyish themed i guess- idk what her attacks/weapon would be- maybe her design could also be kinda princess like to parallel Noel's

Noel has thisnlike magician princey kinda outfit- i cant get a good color scheme down but itd also have some star themes- i oriiginally had it like he wore a tophat and on the rim of the tophat was a croen but i couldn probably just have it so he has the ribbon studded with jewelw- He is a magician! So kind of like deltarune Noelle he has an attack spell and a healing spell probaly- and his weapon is an actual wand! Like not a haryr potter wand but the kind of a wand a magician at like a kids birthday party would use- idk if i should give him a more blue colorscheme like stars and stuff or a more red one with yellow eyes like his monster form

I don't have many ideas for ashe's design but! He definitely would have glasses or something kind of spamton themed becuase- because he wants claires heart shaped object. Im sorry- I gave ashe this big coat so he kind of looks like grsvity falls ford ig- thats what he reminds me of the design mpbut ill remake jt- i definitely could do something fun with the scapels but idrk what he would use them as a weapon in some way for sure though

i could make the spamton gag with wilardo too tbh but ashe is more outwardky batshit crazy about it when he gets it like ashe is so dramatic and insane about it and wilardos also dramatic about it but not as much as ashe and i think that fits spamton more

I'm not quite sure what to do with wilardo's design- the onky idea i had with him was to make him into a ninja with a gun- maybe his gun could be a plasma gun /j

No idea what to do for sirius. Probably something to do eith magical stuff

Idk if i'd do the demons- the demons eould probably be like the dsrkners in thid and the humans would be like lightners- noel could be a lighter that fell into the dark world and has been stuck there since so his design is slightly more darknery

Rogue coukd belike Queen ad Noel could be Noelle.. That could be their dynamic but it doesnt fit exactly

i could also imagine lime and charlotte as sweet cap'n cakes idk who would be the 3rd person though- m a y be z i z e l ? ? Idk tho

Ill draw up some designs soonish and post them here

[angelaiswriting]

Horns (part 2 of 2) | Roan x Reader

READ PART ONE HERE

✎ Requested by anon: Hey, do you think you could write a Roan x Reader based on Bryce Fox’s song Horns please ? That’d be amazing ! :)

✎ A/N: here you go with part two! Hope you enjoy since it got weirder. (I must be crazy ‘cause I loooooved writing this) I considered retitling this into ‘Horny’, but then changed my mind haha Also this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, but I enjoyed it so fucking much! Hope you like

✎ Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Reader

✎ Warnings: weird shit. Blood. Cutting. SMUT. Weird reader (ad weirder writer). Set in the period in which Roan is still prince but banned.

✎ Listen to ‘Horns’ here (x)

Word-count:  2390

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You have one cut – make it your best one, he had said.

Y/N smiled: she knew he’d surrender. He always did, and that night was no exception. Because that’s how they were: she ordered and he obeyed, she asked and he gave, she took and he let her take. She was poison and he was her favorite wine. She was evil and he was good and together they were something new.

Roan stared at her while she dragged her tongue along the blade of his dagger, his mind blank and his heart racing, his erection hurting, his skin tingling. She was something else, he thought. Something not human. Something that came out of the black depths of Earth. And he was not the hunter anymore when he was with her. He was his prey and he kept falling into her traps.

The light of the moon threw dangerous shadows on her face. Her skin looked paler than ever, her eyes darker, her core hotter.

She let the blade dance in the air, staring at it mesmerized. Then, suddenly, it flew down towards his chest: in a matter of second a long cut started just inches above his right nipple and crossed his chest to kiss his last rib on his left side.

They both stared, almost in awe, at the blood trickling out the wound. Roan could hardly feel the stinging pain coming from it.

“There,” Y/N smiled, satisfied. “Was it that bad, now?” she asked, a smirk deforming her lips.

She didn’t give him time to think: before he knew it her lips were on the cut she had created and were sucking. His breath choked in his throat, his eyes opened wide, his back involuntarily arched.

He grabbed at her hair and pulled, but she didn’t look fazed: she went on licking his cut, smearing his blood on his chest.

When she got up, her lips and chin were covered in red, drops trickled down her neck onto his abs. She looked like a demon, but Roan didn’t care: he pushed himself into a sitting position, groaning in the pain of the cut, and grabbed her face.

“You’re a monster,” he growled before he crashed their lips together.

She tasted like blood, she smelled like blood. It made his head feel dizzy, his core longing for more.

When she opened her mouth to kiss him back, her tongue was slicker than usual. It was a sticky, angry kiss, but none of them cared. They were each other’s poison and that was their way.

She rocked her hips against him and he moaned, breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

“I might be a monster,” she whispered in his ear, making goosebumps rise on his skin, “but you like it. You can’t deny it, Roan,” and she giggled, the cold skin of her breasts providing some relief to the cut he had on his chest.

He pulled her hair, arching her neck backward. He took his dagger from her hands and held it tight. But when he put it on her skin, he couldn’t get himself to do it, to cut her, to drink her blood like one of those monsters that haunted his childhood.

Y/N took advantage of his distraction and freed herself from her grip. Her hands trailed down his sides to join each other on his abdomen. She went further down but stopped just before touching him.

His eyes flickered in her direction.

“Are you scared?” she asked, nearing her face to his, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He tried to push her away, but he couldn’t get his hands to do it. He was paralyzed and there was nothing his brain could do to free him from the spell she must have cast upon him. “Is this what you let all your lovers do to you?” he wondered, brushing one of her scars with his nails.

“Are you talking about my scars?” she asked, backing a little to watch him in the eyes.

Roan tilted his head to the side, waiting for her answer.

“Punishment from home,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “A little present from you men.”

“No lover?” Roan insisted.

Y/N laughed. “Are we a little jealous?” She shook her head. “No lover,” she confirmed.

He would never admit it out loud, but the idea of another man’s hands on her skin angered him. “Good,” he said, circled her shoulders with his arm and in a swift movement she was laying on the furs and he was hovering over her. Before she knew it, he had repaid her by opening a cut on her chest: starting from her shoulder it ended on her sternum.

She laughed and reached her hands up to touch his face. She caressed his cheek, brushed the short beard darkening his skin and then traced his lips with her fingers.

Since he didn’t seem like he wanted to start anything, she moved her hand to the back of his head and pushed him towards her. She briefly kissed him. “You can taste it if you want,” she whispered. “And I know you want, Prince.”

Of course, he wanted it. Her body, her skin, her blood, the sex they had together… he wanted anything she had to offer and he’d always want it, crave for it, even.

It was his doom: to want something he could never have, to picture his future with someone who’d never want him back the way he wanted her.

He leaned down, licked her nipple until she couldn’t stand it anymore. He knew she hated it when he did it his way, but there were times when he couldn’t help it when all he could do was follow his instincts. Then, slowly, his tongue licked further up until he got to the cut, to the blood. She tasted bitter in his mouth, her blood prickled his tongue, but he licked her anyway.

Y/N wiggled weakly under him. She loved what she had turned him into, but part of her wasn’t, part of her only wanted to set him free. His heart was in her hands and she wasn’t sure she could hold it without killing it.

Suddenly, almost forcing herself, she stopped him and immediately missed his tongue licking her wound clean.

“Lay down,” she ordered.

And, as always, all Roan could do was obey. What would his Mother say if she saw him like that? Obey to someone like Y/N? To a cast out? But that’s what his heart was waiting for: to be hurt by that girl and to be healed by the same woman. Whatever she was, he was hers and nothing could ever change that – he was sure of this.

She straddled him, locked his hands above his head and smiled evilly. ‘Oh, the things I’m gonna do to you,’ her eyes said. And he was ready to let her do anything she wanted because that was the untold deal and truth between them: the Prince bowed and the subject girl rose upon him.

Her chest was smeared with blood, and his blood was there too, mixed with her own, confusing its edges into hers, marking her pale, frozen skin like fire.

She lowered towards him, licked the lobe of his right ear, biting it a little, before licking down towards his jaw. Her hands left his wrists to caress his still bleeding wound. Roan hissed in pain, but let her do for he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. He was at her mercy, whether he liked it or not, and denying it wouldn’t do any good.

Pulling back, she outlined her lips with the blood she had on her fingers.

“Take my blood,” she whispered, lowering her hips even more until their cores touched.

His fingers reached the wound he had opened on her body, they dipped in her blood, they smeared it on her breasts before they reached his own lips. Her blood was cold, a blessing as he felt like he was boiling.

Y/N smiled, staring down at him. She licked his lips with her tongue before kissing him, tasting both of them, pressing down onto his chest.

Roan grazed her back with his bloodied hands, leaving marks with his nails, cupping her butt and squeezing.

Then, almost suddenly, her lips slipped from his, her mouth sucked at his Adam’s apple, her teeth grazed his skin. She then proceeded with the licking, quickly reaching his cut and licking it again and again, driving him crazy, his eyes rolled back in his skull, his lips parted and his breathing ragged.

Y/N smiled against his skin, biting his abdomen.

When she took his erection in her mouth, Roan’s hips involuntarily snapped upwards. Y/N’s hands were quick to stop his movements, pushing down on his hip bones almost as if she had expected him to react that way. She pulled back and licked his cock to the base and then back up. It was a matter of seconds before it was smeared with blood, and Y/N couldn’t say that the view didn’t turn her on.

Roan was staring at her, urging her with his eyes to continue. His breathing was ragged with anticipation and he could feel his cock throb in her hand.

She smiled, looking up at him, and one of her hands reached down between her legs. She moaned when she touched her clit, rubbing circles around it, throwing her head back. With the corner of her eye, she could still see Roan, his frown for her not paying attention to his erection, and she smirked.

She penetrated herself with a finger, bluntly staring at him, her other hand gently stroking his cock. When she started to move her finger, adding a second one, Roan tried to get up, but she stopped him, squeezing his cock a little too hard.

“I didn’t say you could move,” she smiled, retrieved her fingers and licked them.

She then proceeded to please him some more, sucking a little the head of his penis. Roan’s moans filled her ears and made her smile: she liked the way she made him feel, the way she had him at her feet. She would get away with anything with him and he wouldn’t punish her – she didn’t know why, but at the moment it looked like it didn’t matter.

She took him in her mouth, and slowly pushed down and then back up again. Her eyes never left his face, the way his chest heaved with each breath.

He tried to plea, but couldn’t, because when it came to her he was always paralyzed. He could almost feel her presence in his head, numbing his senses.

When she dropped down on him and he filled her, she took him by surprise. His eyes were still closed, his mind focused on keeping breathing while she worked his erection. Then, all of a sudden, she was on top of him, grinning, body covered in blood.

Roan sighed, grazing her thighs and resting his hands on her hips.

“Oh, the things you do to me, Y/N,” he muttered and pushed her hips against hers. His head rolled back on the furs, his eyes closed.

She giggled, caressing his chest, avoiding the cut to not cause him pain. When she started moving and her breath got caught in her throat, she thought she saw Roan smiling while his hands grabbed her hips tighter.

Her moans were music to Roan’s ears because she was so cold that it almost looked impossible for her to feel anything at all. When she moved her hands from his chest to her breasts, squeezing them almost painfully, her head thrown back and her eyes rolled back, Roan took the freedom to invert their positions, laying her flat on her stomach on the furs and penetrating her from behind her, and to speed up the pace.

His chest grazed her back with every movement. When he angled her right leg so that it was forming a right angle, he pushed in deeper and for a moment he feared that Y/N had stopped breathing. But then her hand reached the hand holding her leg still and it grasped it, nails penetrating his skin while she couldn’t even moan his name anymore.

Roan’s breath got shorter rapidly, her walls clenched around him more and more, while his free hand pushed on her back to steady himself.

“Roan,” she whispered desperately, trying to push herself up to rest on her elbows, but the man stopped her.

He slowed down his pace, torturing her, pushing in and deep, almost making her scream in frustration. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder, skins grazing with each thrust. He bit her again, right in the crook of her neck this time and she moaned loudly. A few thrusts later he felt her clenching around his cock. He saw her closing her eyes tightly, clenching her jaw almost as if she didn’t want to scream his name, but he knew how to make her and that time was no exception.

When she came, he pulled out and she rolled on her back to welcome him again. He pushed in at the same time as his lips made contact with her skin covered in blood. Y/N was still moaning and sighing when he came with a loud grunt, biting down on her shoulder.

He kept still in that position for a while, his hips still thrusting into her sloppily for a while before he pulled out.

Roan stared down at her, hovering over her, and pulled strands of her hair away from her face.

“You were going to end this tonight, weren’t you?” he asked, fear, disappointment, pain clear in his sore voice.

She nodded. “This isn’t good for you.”

“But you’re not the one who decides what’s good for me or not.”

A giggle. “You’re right.”

“I don’t want this to end.”

“Then don’t.”

They stared at each other for what felt like ages before she kissed him, a chaste kiss compared to the ones she always gave him.

And he knew, in that moment, that his heart was not safe in her hands, but there was no other place where he’d rather have it.

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