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Welcome |Lio Fotia × Reader Fem|.
Summary: Mad burnish dissolved like flames against the wind and the Burnishs struggle with the daily life of normality, they were finally considered human. Why was it so hard?
Cw. angst, fluff, etc.
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Normality slowly settled after the combustion that had consumed the entire planet to make way for the separation of Burnish's life species from humans, it was both a blessing and an official declaration of a humanity taken from those who randomly did combustion.
They woke up without hearing the voices asking them to burn more intensely.
He was genuinely strange, more than welcome but strange nonetheless. Even more so for those who had fought all their lives to control their flames, to retain them deep within their being and continue to be human. The comfort of not supporting the intensity of some flames that were crying out to come out was painful.
That present tasted bitter.
Lio had simply had it easy to carry on with her life, he had been almost cornered in the fire rescue team at the request of the Leader and Captain; Ignis after seeing her potential, which still left a bad taste in his mouth. It hadn't been fighting potential or anything, it had been his feelings and instincts that had come to the surface irremediably in the form of flames that she couldn't control, not when Kray had taken everything from her hands; friends, colleagues, family and partner. Her hatred for Kray had taken her peace of mind out of her veins, because she no longer had anything to lose. If Ignis realized his own mental debate at that moment, he didn't utter a single word, he didn't ask him to think about it and he didn't give him time to decide, there was only that opportunity to continue, he had lived with Burnish's fire since he he had a memory and dealing with actual fire was an afterthought.
They were calm days only with occasional breezes and drizzle, some fire a day or week.
He found himself in a terrain whose characteristics he had completely forgotten, it was impossible for him not to remember the fire vibrating in his veins and the voices asking him to burn more, to burn as much as possible. He now understood that they were lives crying out to return home, the same house from which his own fire snatched him away forever.
Even to this day, there was that itch on his skin now without fire and that he could never soothe even if he ripped the skin off. The fresh rejection of his own biological family, the loving words of who remained a part of his soul and the hatred towards those who differentiated them from humans, always in his imperturbable and semi-permanent memory. No outing of hers with her new colleagues and friends could silence those memories, only her voice could, only her had that effect.
And she had not seen her since they had to separate again before finding Guiera and Meis.
It was something I couldn't stop thinking about, couldn't stop searching the sea of faces (which I still hated) for their unforgettable features and searching for their specific tone of voice, paying attention to the white noise around them in the hope of coming back to it. find her. Even when his old group continued looking for her, they couldn't find her, and he had so many people he helped (he couldn't give a face to each of them) willing to help him as he had, and he thought that if there were more people from all over the world world searching would be faster.
He was irrevocably, unequivocally, hopelessly wrong.
He felt faint when he thought he saw her, when his mind betrayed him and exactly replicated her tone of voice, how it reproduced and replicated her laughter at random moments, how it made him believe he saw the exact color of her eyes in someone else's eyes. He was going crazy, and no one could understand the depth of his dilemma if they tried.
Varys had spoken to him after one of the first real fires they attended to after their integration, congratulating him on his quick action and the ease with which he dealt with situations of imminent risk (he bit his tongue not to say that this was how he dealt with himself at the same time). beginning), culminating with words that gave him some peace of mind at that moment; everything will fall into place and that pain will calm down.
I appreciate it.
Remi had been more pragmatic and direct, he had congratulated him on returning to a normal life and told him that he would understand if something was difficult for him both at work and socially speaking, it was strange and somewhat awkward but hey, it was his best attempt at seem.
He was fine, uncomfortable but fine.
Aina treated him as if they were lifelong friends, normally and carelessly, as if he were just another human (he hated how he still thought of himself as an outcast), he was gratifying but strange.
Strange but okay.
Ignis had stopped to listen to what he thought after the fire cases controlled by the rescue team and when he couldn't utter words he respected him, he only affirmed commenting that afterwards he would stop feeling numb and move forward without pain.
He never knew if his look was so incredulous and surprised, because he only received a half hug that he knew was bittersweet.
Lucia was easier to deal with, he never paid attention to her when she was a 'terrorist' for her it was still what it was (as strange as it was for hers) as long as he was still willing to try her inventions together Gallic.
Just fine, he had nothing to think or say. He was the one he felt most comfortable with and never scrutinized.
Galo was a completely different subject, he knew that he was not as stupid as he appeared and that he could see beyond the usual appearances of tranquility or disinterest in him, he knew it more, he never said anything, he only made him do more daily things together with everyone; go to the movies, to eat, for a walk, to the park, to go out alone to explore the city, to meet Guiera and Meis after everything that happened, and I also encourage him to have a pet, one that he adopted after a fire, a puppy abandoned by its owners in the fire that unfortunately lost a paw because it had been crushed by a burning piece of furniture that fell on it.
He had begun to live his normality in the company of Tandem, his new company.
It was strange living normally and not having her by his side, after all the promises they had made to each other, those nights when they had taken a few minutes to doze and relax against each other's bodies, daydreaming about the vine they hoped they could have someday. day; not having to run away and not having to see friends die again, being able to create a home, live, wake up and have breakfast together. They were dreams that he still remembered well, and how your voice was relaxing that night sleeping near a volcano to hide them. He lived those dreams with his Tandem friend who was happy when he came home and always waited for him, it was something that calmed his growing anxiety.
He until he found her.
They had responded to a fire call in a building, the fire was such that two rescue teams had been required, the fire and the medical training, apparently they were a team that had existed before the Burnish but was extinguished and returned now because the fire was normal and if it killed more people. The smoke was merciless with the equipment and more when any equipment did not extinguish the flames, with masks they had to enter to get the civilians they could but on the top floor there was only one person for which the medical rescuers came, all covered had descended from the sky to enter through the windows breaking them in the process so that the smoke could escape and give them entry to put out the fire, he went with Remy to look for more fire and put it out properly. Until the other team found injured people, out of the corner of my eye I managed to see how they became even faster to pull the less injured people towards Galo and Varys, the most injured had remained in the company of a single rescuer.
Both he and Remy watched as that rescuer did everything possible to return his pulse, even though the stretcher had been lifted by the other two who didn't flinch from the additional weight and advanced towards Aina who was waiting to take them down. And at that moment, he barely recognized her voice, as he gave shouted orders to the doctors waiting below before disappearing into the smoke. After putting out and putting out the fire, he didn't stay to listen to Ignis, he needed to know if it was her or not.
Aina and Galo watched him speed off on his motorcycle, leaving behind only his remaining equipment and a trail of dust in his wake. Nobody asked and they left him, it was the first time he did something moderately impulsive. However, the team couldn't help but worry about him, so they followed him from afar to the general hospital.
Lio almost left the motorcycle badly parked but he calmed down and left it well positioned, before entering the chaos that was the hospital with nurses and doctors running from one side to the other, treating the injured in the waiting room due to the crowding of everything and between So much chaos recognized her, she had her back to him, standing in front of a stretcher where she was attending to someone and she found nothing in herself to make herself known. He saw her in element, helping and helping people, and she shone like the sun itself. And when panic attacked her she turned around, she was able to admire her surprise in her look and since she got stuck in her place before reacting, by inertia she responded with a smile. She watched as the head medic smiled brightly before pulling her in her direction until they were face to face.
"Hello" "H-hey" they said at the same time.
She hugged him before letting her embarrassment win over her, she did not hesitate another second and did what I so hopefully can do again, feel him in her arms and listen to her breathing pattern, feeling her arms around her tightly and how she hid her face. on his neck, despite the height difference and the fact that he had to make an extra effort. She could smell the scent of smoke and sweat on hers, but there was still that unmistakable scent on her skin that she made him feel at home.
"I missed you so much, you don't know how much" Lio commented with a weak and stuck voice, refusing to let go.
Whether everyone or no one saw the couple hug each other tightly, no one said anything, they let them have their precious time together. Doctors and rescue team stayed away from them, by their appearances they deserved it.
"I missed you so much Lio, dear" she finally spoke with a shaky voice and strangled by the lump in her throat, before separating a little from Lio to cradle his face in her hands, feeling the texture of his skin and the exact color of her light hair "We don't have to part again, y-yes?"
Lio could only laugh, a broken and weak laugh, the first laugh she didn't feel was fake on her lips.
"I'll make sure of that love"
She just giggled before sealing her lips against the taller ones, unable to resist it any longer and devoting herself to savoring the smoke, heat and sweat on her lips slightly dry from the fire. They knew Lio, there was no doubt and it was finally in her hands, after months with the idea of her disappearance and possible death of her.
"Welcome back honey"
Lio felt complete, how her being entered into peace and her concerns calmed her screams, finally he had her in front of him and he would refuse to leave her back, until she allowed it. There would not be a day where he did not love her.
Her new life was welcome with her by her side.
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❅In Every Life❅
Halsin x Fem!Reader | Modern AU, Parallel Universes Part 6 | Final | Read Part 5 here or jump to part 1
Summary: Another day on modern Earth as you finally wind down for the late night in your quiet home. All is as it should be. All is normal as you prepare for bed. That is, until a tall, hulking man with pointed ears shows up at your doorstep claiming to be your lost love from another time and realm. But he’s a stranger. A stranger who forever changes everything you thought you knew about your life.
Explicit 18+❕❕
CW (For whole story): Blood, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Tension, Oral, P in V, Shifting, Pain, Love, Grief, Halsin is Emotional!, Kinky! But kinky with love
Word Count: 11.7k (whoops! you can read on ao3 if it's easier on the eyes, but I have faith😈)
*Reminder, this is part 6. ⋆ a few tags for some. @stanfordscrush | @lanafofana | @catch-all | @thoughts-of-bear | @agathaharknessfan96 | @niki-is-a-reblog | @avabjorna36 | @acrobatalien42 | @princesspeachtacular | @amorgansgal | @freshlemontea
The tenderness in Halsin’s voice made you smile, feeling draped in its pleasant warmth. “Come,” you said to him, the flat of your hand softly pushed against his solid chest. He stepped backward, grasping your hips and gently guided you off the counter with a gentle thud.
You slipped past Halsin’s large frame, but not before interlacing your hand with his. With his large hand cupped around yours, you led him out of the kitchen and further into the quietness of your house, past the dining area, and into the spacey living room. You turned, gauging Halsin’s reaction, and found his eyes scanning the room, a curious narrow in his brows as his gaze landed on the wide, dark TV screen. You smiled, rubbing your thumb over his knuckle.
“I’ll tell you all about the changes in this world in the morning.” Your hand slipped out of his as you stepped further into the room. “But there are still some things that would be familiar to you.” You gestured towards the large fireplace at the corner of the room, where several logs were still layered upon one another.
You glanced down as you brought the palms of your hands into view. A heavy sigh flowed through your lips as you thought back to the otherworldly feeling of energy crackling within the tips of your fingers. The power that surged through your body, desperate for release. But that was in your old life, the magic both a distant and considerably recent memory.
“I’d do the honors but,” you nodded towards the fireplace, “I don’t think my magic exists anymore, or it’s severely dormant.” You gave a meek smile, half joking, but a tiny part of gloom sliced through you.
“Of course.” Halsin stepped at your side, facing the fireplace. Orange flames conjured in his hand, reflecting in his hazel eyes as he drew one arm back like he was ready to toss something. “Ignis,” he whispered, casting a bolt of fire directly onto the logs.
Instantly, the flames spread, rising and flickering within the hearth. The dark room was almost immediately illuminated in a soft, red-orange glow. You glanced at Halsin, sighing in awe at the sight of the shimmering light dancing over his face, the way the shadows heightened the intensity of his gaze as he stared at the flames for another moment longer. Halsin turned to you, taking both your hands before lifting them to his lips.
“As for your magic,” he kissed the back of your hand, his breath warm over your skin. “I wager it is only dormant. I do not know much of this world, but I do believe you are full of magic in more ways than one.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, a genuine smile curving on your face. Maybe he was right- maybe this world did have magic like in Faerûn, but it had long been lost to the ages, replaced by the consistent advancement of modern technologies. But that was a matter for another time. Right there, right now, you had your druid back and he had you. So you sauntered further away from him, holding your hand up to keep him from following when he took a reactive step towards you. You strolled backward until your bare feet transitioned from the cold wooden floor to the massive, warm rug. The fluffy carpet glided between your toes as you tip-toed towards the center of it, your eyes never leaving Halsin’s.
You reached up to grasp the center of your robe, then pulled it apart, letting it slip freely off your shoulders. When it fell down your arms, you tossed it aside nearby. Halsin watched you intently, silent, his large chest rising and falling. You smirked, then turned away from him, lifting the bottom of your tank top up and over your head then discarded it in front of you. Your house had a gentle warmth hovering in the air, growing warmer from the nearby flames, but a coolness still lingered in the center of the room, ensuring your nipples remained taut.
Halsin’s heart thundered in his chest, his tongue unconsciously sliding across his bottom lip. He had watched your robe slip away, and his gaze quickly scanned your bare arms and thighs. The heat of his budding arousal intensified, a swell straining against his trousers. He watched as you turned around, freeing yourself from the tight shirt you wore. Immediately, he caught sight of the small streak that trailed down the middle of your spine. The mark that seemed to follow you in both your past and present life. The very mark that granted Halsin this chance to be with you again.
You bent forward some, sliding your thumbs inside your underwear, guiding it to fall at your ankles. You arched forward further, purposely poking your bare backside in his direction as you reached for the discarded top. You picked it up and threw it on a nearby couch before fully turning to face Halsin again.
Halsin’s breath caught in his throat as you stood naked and smirking before him, your eyes glued to his with a deep yearning. His mouth felt slick with saliva, and his chest burned with a craving for you. A shaky breath left his throat, his voice low and dripping with devotion. “You are still more intoxicating than anything nature has to offer.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks and a shiver passed over you at the lower pitch of his voice, how he all but shuddered the words. You could only imagine the racing in his heart, it must’ve been beating as fast as yours. And just like the first time in the forest, all those years ago in another life, Halsin gripped at his clothing and swiftly removed it, bending down to step out of his trousers once he discarded his robe. He rose slowly, standing at full height. The light from the fire shone over him wonderfully, accentuating every line, muscle, and contour of his body.
Your gaze trailed over his impressive frame, drifting lower to his large, muscled thighs. You released a soft gasp as you rested on his long, thick erection where the tiniest line of thin fluid dripped from the tip. You bit your lip, feeling yourself throbbing for this god of a man who was standing there waiting for you. It was like seeing him for the first time while also remembering all of your phenomenal moments together, how you never grew tired of the sight of him in his full glory.
“Come back to me, my love,” he whispered a gentle command, already stepping towards you as he spoke.
You smiled, meeting him halfway as his hands reached for your waist, pulling you into him. You gasped, surprisingly unprepared for the rush of pleasure that coursed through your body on first, naked contact. He hadn’t kissed you yet, his eyes still boring into yours, so full and thriving with affection.
“Gods, you are so gorgeous,” you muttered, smiling softly, appreciating the striking druid before you. Your breath caught as you admired the way the flames’ light danced on the side of his face, brightening his tattoo and reflecting in his eyes.
Halsin gave a sheepish smile, almost looking away but managing to hold your gaze. After all this time, he still couldn’t believe you were back in his arms, as you had once been thousands of times before. The moment you came to him in a dream, he never stopped working on how to find you again. His passion was reignited in the hopes of seeing you breathing again- kissing you again, loving you again.
You pressed yourself even closer against his torso, Halsin doing just the same, large hands roaming down your back, resting at the curve of your smooth backside. He bent forward, molding his mouth into yours, already missing your lips. But this kiss was slower, deeper, sensual. There was a tingling urgency that still floated beneath the surface of your kiss, but the relaxed passion was prevailing, your lips easily moving together in expert accuracy. Halsin’s groan rumbled against your chest, the deep vibration heightening your arousal. You loved the sounds he made when he kissed you just as much as you knew he loved your melodic moans. And your passion for one another made it oh so easy to sing such sounds.
“Halsin,” you gasped softly as his lips found their way to your jaw before licking a trail down your neck. Another groan rumbled from his throat as he sucked on your tender skin, sure to leave several marks before soothing it over with his tongue.
Halsin’s large hands gripped you firmly, and his licks and kisses grew eager as the scent of your arousal wafted up to him, setting ablaze the deepest desires within him. There was a sudden stir in his essence, a rattle against the invisible cage as the beast shifted within, hungry, longing for the one who ignited the most primal urges inside of him. But the Archdruid had years of experience under his belt, and he had learned to show some restraint…usually.
If he was lucky, there would be plenty of nights of wild, unbridled, primal passion. But tonight, he wanted you to have him as he was; in his prime, elven form. So suppressing that primal urge, his huge, expert hand worked over one of your breasts, massaging it while his thumb teasingly rubbed over the taut nipple. His other hand secured you at your lower back, keeping you steady as you began to gradually sway within his hold. His tongue slithered its way across your collarbones, over your chest, desperately tasting as much of you as he could.
Halsin continued his descent as a delighted whine escaped your lips just as his mouth closed over a nipple. He loved that sound, just as much as he loved feeling your keen hands combing through his hair and gripping his strong shoulders. He glanced up at you, captivated by your beautiful neck as you tilted your head back, biting your lips. Halsin sucked on you, biting gently, watching you gasp and your teeth scraping your lips before he soothed your sensitive nipple with a warm lick. He moved to your other supple breast, not wanting to neglect it from the same deserving attention. He groaned with your nipple in his mouth and felt your chest prickle at his breath.
Halsin sensed your legs losing strength as you seemed to use more effort to hold onto him, too lost in the sensations his mouth had against your chest. With ease, he hoisted you up, securing your legs around his waist. Halsin shuddered, feeling a dampness pressing against his lower abdomen, you were so incredibly moist for him. His lips were quickly on yours again as he slowly sank to his knees, kissing you for another moment before gently laying you on your back.
You tilted your head up, expecting him to capture your lips again. Instead, Halsin raised himself, placing his hands on your knees as he gazed down at you. An assembly of emotions was present on his beautiful, scarred face: awe, devotion, lust, a hint of sadness, and most importantly, love. Your heart wavered as he surveyed your body before coming back to your eyes again, a tiny smile marking his face as his broad chest filled and emptied with air.
Halsin continued to look down at you as another overwhelming sense of disbelief hit him. But only for a moment as the scent of your arousal was notably stronger in this position, reminding him of how much you ached for him as he did you. He roved his eyes over your lovely, nude body once again, silently thanking nature for its powerful creative skills. You were a vision. A goddess. And you had his heart.
With a wicked smile, you lifted one leg, teasingly sliding your toes down the center of his hard pecs, traveling further down his abdomen. You were about to pull your leg away, but Halsin took hold of your ankle, kissing you there. You smiled contentedly as he peppered sweet kisses up your leg, occasionally showing the other the same attention. He lowered himself, leaving teasing bites along your thighs, his tongue lazily roaming over your warm flesh. You curled your fingers into the furry carpet as his warm breath hovered near the spot you wanted him at most, the anticipation almost unbearable.
Halsin inhaled deeply, groaning hungrily against your heat. “Mmm, that scent.” He quivered, digging his fingers into your thigh. “As exhilarating as I remember.”
A sudden gasp left you as Halsin’s entire mouth clamped over the most tender of your flesh. You let your head fall on the rug, stomach clenching as you started losing yourself in the immediate, wonderful sensations. Halsin’s tongue moved desperately over you, the force of his sucking causing the most melodic mewls and moans from your lips.
Halsin laid himself almost flat, pulling you into his mouth as much as he could. Your taste; the warm, sweet nectar, oh how it invigorated him. He took you in his mouth with ease, your wet, sensitive flesh, so easy for licking and sucking. You were already so slippery before his tongue even tasted you, and now... Halsin groaned at the thought. The chorus of your moans only fueled his desire further, and he sucked your clit harder before rubbing against it with his pointed nose while his tongue glided down to your entrance.
The surface and bottom of his tongue ran long, greedy licks from the top of your clit all the way to the tight hole of your anus, lingering there a while before licking his way back up again. His tongue dipped inside of you, fueled by the loud moan that sang from your lips. You tasted divine, leaking into his mouth as he savored as much as possible. Halsin wanted to drown in you, to feast on you, desperate to be sustained by all you could provide. He devoured you like you were a fresh river he stumbled upon after days of wandering lost in the driest of deserts. And finally, he could drink.
A surge of arousal rushed up his back, amplifying his already racing heart. His pulsing erection pressed into the soft carpet as he unintentionally began moving his hips to rub himself against it. The feel of your legs rubbing haphazardly up his back– your fingers clawing and pulling at his hair, made his cheeks feel flushed, his head hot and drunk with you. A familiar nudge rumbled in his core again, the beast aching to be brought out to play. He practically growled against you, making you whimper at the vibrations his throat gave. He heard you moan his name, and a potent spark raced up his cheeks and into his eyes.
You glanced down just as Halsin looked up at you and gasped at the sight. His irises were glowing a fierce gold, watching you hungrily, intensely, as his mouth continued to devour your rawest flesh. It was one of the sexiest things you had seen in a long time, the men of Earth having no comparison. A sudden thrust from his finger pulled you out of your trance, and you fought the urge to throw your head back, not wanting to look away from this alluring sight. Your toes curled as the feeling of his thick finger explored you, poking against the spot that finally made your head lay back down. Another finger had you gasping at the brief flicker of pain as he slowly stretched you. You’ve had few lovers in this life, but it had been a while since another man or toy had been inside of you.
Halsin lifted his head as trails of saliva stretched between your labia and his mouth before falling away. He wanted to focus on working his fingers inside you, groaning at the way your walls squeezed after his second finger. “Oh, how tight you are, my heart.” His tone was husky and thick with desire, lips glistening wet with you. He had expected some level of tightness, but the idea of just how much you were gripping around only two fingers further excited him for something more, something larger, to feel it suffocating within your walls.
For all the times you and Halsin had been together, the many nights and days you reached your climax, you were often quite tight before starting. If you had gone even a day without sleeping together, your walls took little time to compress, like it looked forward to the stretch, to the pleasure and sting that came with it.
Halsin rotated his fingers slowly, exploring you once again after so long apart. He slid further in, curving his fingers upward with a sudden force. You twitched, and the sound that fell from your lips made the druid smirk, pleased that he still knew where and how to touch you. He almost added a third finger but changed his mind, wanting his stiff cock to be the one to stretch you further. So instead, he shifted the two fingers he had inside of you so his thumb was now probing over the entrance of your anus. Already so lubricated from his saliva and your moisture, he had little resistance squeezing his thumb inside your tighter hole.
“Halsin!” you yelped and arched your back as he continued to work his thick fingers within you, pulling all sorts of soft, airy, pleasurable sounds from your opened mouth. Gods you’ve missed his touch, flooded by the memories of how incredible it was, how well he knew your body. You clenched your stomach as Halsin pumped his fingers faster as a familiar feeling bubbled in your abdomen, spreading further down, consuming you. You tried to lean back a little, the sensation becoming too much to handle but Halsin’s other hand gripped you in place. The sudden suction of his mouth back on your clit sent you over, releasing a sudden, splashing dam of your arousal. You shuddered, breathing hard as your climax soared through you—but Halsin continued, still licking and sucking on your sensitive flesh.
“My Halsin,” you breathed frantically, “please…”
Halsin glanced up at you, irises still burning a bright gold. He smirked against you then released your clit with a final suction from his lips, making you twitch at the sensation. You moaned quietly at the feeling of his fingers slipping out of you. The flat of his tongue licked you up and down once more, cleaning you. You lay flat, breathing heavily as the vibrations that tickled throughout your body gradually subsided. You were still throbbing even after his mouth left you, still so sensitive.
A large figure passed over your droopy eyelids as Halsin lowered himself to plant adoring kisses on your chest and your neck, before hovering above your face. You were half aware of the druid gazing at you, a satisfying closed grin on his face as his fingers idly trailed up your thigh. When your breathing calmed some, you finally focused on him, the golden glow in his eyes still intense, showing no signs of waning. Glancing at his glistening mouth, you started to lean upward but Halsin was first to sever the distance.
A deep, open-mouthed kiss greeted you, his tongue finding refuge in your mouth. You tasted yourself on him, feeling reinvigorated by the taste and scent. One of your legs moved over Halsin’s back, trying to pull him closer to you. He groaned, kissing you passionately before pausing to look at you.
You smiled up at him, sliding a few stray strands of hair out of his face. “Always taking such good care of me,” you sighed, happily, feeling like you could lay there forever. You not only felt satisfied but so safe and protected beneath his large stature even with him leaning a bit to the side.
Halsin chuckled, gazing at you with pure love and desire still aflame in his golden irises. “I live to serve.” He smiled, brushing his lips over yours before caressing them softly.
Your brows furrowed and you frowned a little as a wave of sadness came over you. Staring up at your druid, your elf, your lover, you couldn’t help but wonder what you did to ever deserve such a man- what you did to deserve him coming back to you in this life. You realized just how incredibly lucky you were, and you weren’t going to squander it.
“But who’s taking care of you?” you inquired, tracing your nail down his cheek. Halsin shuddered at your touch, closing his eyes.
You took that chance to gather what strength you could, seizing this distraction. With the assistance of your knee, you quickly pressed the palm of your hands against his chest and pushed. Halsin, half leaning on his side, made it much easier for you to force the large man onto his back. He grunted at the sudden movement, a quick, hearty laugh escaping him. You threw your legs over him, now effectively the one on top.
“My sweet Halsin,” you murmured, rubbing your hands down his large, hairy pecs. He groaned beneath you, staring at you with pure devotion, ready to give whatever you wanted.
Your nails dragged down his abdomen, watching him clench and twitch beneath your touch. Your roving eyes followed your hands’ movements, scanning over his massive frame, so sculpted and perfect, all yours to revel in. You sighed in deep appreciation; he was such a marvel. Your eyes stopped at the length of him resting near his thigh, pulsing and erect, a clear line of pre-cum glistening at the tip. You felt yourself throbbing at the sight, your heart quickening as you eyed Halsin who was staring at you silently, hungrily. Glowing eyes anticipated your next move, his massive chest lifting and falling.
You bit your lip, taking in the sculpted physique of the elf-man. Your hands moved over to each of his biceps, his veins bulging, and gingerly massaged the thick muscles, feeling any and all tension start to slip. You glided your way up the length of his shoulders, kneading and caressing as Halsin sighed contently, watching you through half-open eyes. You frowned as you worked your hands into his muscles as best you could, feeling the tension of what you suspected had lived in him for years.
“So much stress,” you whispered, solemn, leaning down towards him. “You can relax now, my love. I’m here now.”
Halsin released a deep breath, his brows slightly knitting together in a show of adoring appreciation. “Yes, you are. And you’re still so perfect.” His large hands idly roved up and down your waist as you smiled down at him.
So you proceeded to press your hands into his warm skin until you gradually felt his muscles restricting a little less, his shoulders resting more. “I missed this face, my sweet bear,” you droned lovingly, almost losing yourself in the glow of his eyes. “Can I take my time with you?” you asked, tracing a nail along his collarbone.
His voice was husky and breathy in his response, so deep from his throat. “Whatever you wish, my heart. Any part of me is yours.”
Bending down, you placed a tender kiss on the scars above his brow then the other side, beneath his eye where his tattoo continued downwards. Your lips pressed more soft kisses along his cheek until you made your way to his ear, darting your tongue out to lick a trail up to the very sensitive point of his ear. Halsin shuddered, groaning deeply as his grip on your lower waist tightened for a brief moment before relaxing again. You chuckled mischievously at his reaction, pleased to see how sensitive he still was.
Halsin felt himself twitch at the sound of your lascivious laughter in his ear, your warm breath tickling his neck. Sweet, electric tingles danced their way up his body as your lips touched the crook of his neck. He roamed his hands up the length of your back, falling into the heated sensations of your kisses along his skin, the way you put pressure on several areas as though to mark him. Halsin felt himself relaxing more into the soft rug, his body reacting to you in all the right ways. His neck felt cold when you glided away, peppering kisses across his chest. He caught your eyes as you looked up and smiled at him, a wicked glint in your grin.
A heavy groan drawled out of Halsin’s throat as you nipped lightly on one of his nipples, soothing it with a slow lick. Your fingers playfully teased and pinched the other as Halsin tried not to squeeze you too tight so as not to interrupt you. It had been so long since anyone had him like this— since you had him this way. Even before he knew you, no one had taken the time to truly explore Halsin’s body the way you did, to tease and caress at more areas other than what sat stiffly between his legs. But his blood burned in anticipation, eager for your hands to touch him everywhere.
The slickness of your tongue swirled down the center of his abdomen, occasionally stopping to pepper a kiss on each brick of muscle as your hands roamed down his sides. Halsin twitched at the feeling of your warm breath ghosting over his lower abdomen, his heart rate increasing as he observed you eagerly. He watched as you placed a kiss below his navel, then ever lower, pausing to glance at him.
With a cheeky smirk, you rose on your knees, halting the rest of your descent. Halsin made a strained sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine that made a stream of melodic chuckles leave your lips. “Is something the matter, love?” you inquired with a raise of your brow.
Before Halsin could answer, you moved both of your hands to one of his bulky thighs, working the wide muscle. His skin was much warmer there, yet it still prickled beneath your caresses. Halsin reached for your waist, sliding his calloused hands up to cup and knead at your breasts. But his touch faltered as you scraped your nails down his inner thigh, delighted by his sudden hiss and intake of breath. You remembered how he loved it when you touched him there, how it made him twitch and ache with more want. And you could see how much he yearned for more, thick and hard for you, throbbing as it jolted a little, desperate for your attention. Halsin’s lips parted as he muttered your name, his wide chest rising and falling.
Leaning forward, you showered kisses over Halsin’s face, drawing back slightly to look into his eyes. But it wasn’t just the beautiful glow you wanted to gaze at, it was his reaction when you— Halsin hissed, jolting beneath you as his warm breath hit your face. You smirked, pleased with his reaction the moment you slyly reached between the two of you and grasped his waiting, thick cock. A low whine drifted from his mouth as the pad of your thumb swiped over the tip, smearing the wet slick over himself. Your hand moved halfway down his length before you caught his moan in your mouth as you kissed him.
Halsin’s body burned with a new wave of exhilarating desire at the feeling of your expert touch. He felt like pudding beneath you, already so weak for you, heart racing as he watched you pull away from his lips. His body made an involuntary flex of his abdomen as your warm, wet tongue slithered down the middle of his torso, swirling in and around his navel. He murmured your name, pulse racing as your head moved lower. The beast within panted as the slippery slick of your tongue finally touched him where he craved most, licking a long trail up his length. He suppressed the urge to hurriedly raise his hips and push into your mouth, choosing instead to grit his teeth as he laid his head back.
You moaned against Halsin, swirling your tongue around the tip, reveling at the minor hint of salt before your saliva took over. He was so full and heavy in your hands as you opened your mouth more, taking him in. A deep, rumbling groan sounded from above you, and you felt his thighs flex and tighten.
Gradually, you started a nice slow suck, occasionally swirling your tongue around him. You moved up and down, wanting to lower your head further but the position made it difficult to take too much of him. So your hands did what the rest of your throat couldn’t, stroking and massaging the bottom of him, fondling his testicles while your wet mouth sucked and tasted. You moaned again, encouraged by the shaky movements beneath you and the occasional grunts and labored breaths from your druid’s lips. You moved your head faster, stroked him harder, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth.
Tingles prickled all over Halsin’s body as your wet lips cupped around him, your warm mouth taking in as much as you could. He felt your mouth leave him only to then feel your breath hovering over his large sacs, rolling your tongue over them as your hands continued to work his length. Halsin breathed sharply, clenching his jaw at the sensation— so different from his cock and yet triggering new waves of pleasure up and down his legs.
Your moans as you sucked him in and tasted him were sending him near the edge, and his stomach tightened as a charge darted down his center. He felt your tongue slithering back up his shaft again, wasting no time to take the slick girth of him back into your warm mouth. A familiar sensation simmered within Halsin, threatening to launch him off the cliff the longer you had him in your mouth. He gritted his teeth, torn between letting you continue to savor him or halting your actions. He whined as another slurp and hard suck came from you. No– he had to wait, not yet.
Quickly, he grabbed the side of your head and gently but firmly halted you. You eyed him with lust-filled eyes as you pulled away, your mouth parted and dripping. He tingled at the sight, watching the head of his cock leaning against your lips.
“Wait, my heart,” he breathed hard, sweat glistening over his skin. “I want to be as one first, to fill you with me. Please.”
With a mischievous grin, you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Of course, my darling.” Teasingly, you flicked your tongue out for one final lick and his eyes flared bright before dimming back to their golden glow.
You crawled back up Halsin’s body and he kissed you eagerly, sloppy, mixing the taste of each other. You drew back before getting too lost in his lips and rose high on your knees. Halsin’s luminous gaze followed you carefully, his breathing ragged. You positioned yourself over him, a sudden rush of heat passing over your body as you glided your wetness along his shaft. Your labia slipped and slid over him with ease, and you bit your lip at the stimulating sensation while Halsin could hardly keep his eyes open. Wanting to tease him no longer, you gripped just below the tip and lifted yourself higher, aligning him just beneath you.
You inhaled, preparing yourself as you gently lowered onto him, hissing softly as your hips gradually descended. A deep, almost animalistic groan rumbled out of Halsin, and his hands reached for your breasts, fondling and massaging you as you bit your lip through the sting of the stretch. You remembered more now, how Halsin could fill you like no other. A blend of pleasure and pain tingled inside you as you continued your descent on his thick, veiny shaft, inch by delicious inch.
Halsin murmured below you, his large hands moving to grasp your waist but without rushing you. “That’s it, my love. Let me open you. You always take me so well.” His sweet praises made you moan and mewl until you finally reached the base.
You felt so incredibly full of him, like he was deep in your stomach. Instead of moving up and down, you started slowly grinding your hips first, allowing your moist walls more time to adjust. Pleasure still shot through you as you eyed Halsin’s radiant eyes, gazing up at you, mouth hung open. You placed your hands against his chest, your confidence building as you began to lift slightly before sliding back down. The pain began to wane under the pleasure as you started bouncing your hips with more passionate fervor, gasping every time you reached the bottom of him.
A chorus of moans and sweet compliments filled the room as Halsin watched you take him expertly. “You are such a vision,” he whispered beneath you. A long drag of his breath flowed from his mouth at the sight of himself disappearing inside you, over and over.
You still felt so tight around him, damp and warm, but he knew the pleasure was overcoming any pain from the way you rode him, taking him like he was meant only for you. His hands on your waist began to grip you, gently assisting in the movements of your hips, unable to resist pressing up into you each time you came down. “You feel incredible,” Halsin breathed, low, his mouth parting nicely.
The glow in Halsin’s eyes only doubled the euphoric sensations. He too felt incredible. Looked incredible. It was intoxicating, phenomenal, powerful. You reveled in each other, a perfect match, a perfect rhythm. It was all so much— the feel of him within you, the desire and love that burned only for you.
A sudden dizziness filled your head as your vision started to alter. Your face prickled with goosebumps as visions – no – memories flashed in front of you. Breathy moans, needy hands, thrusting and kissing, soft soothing, climaxes reached again and again.
You saw it all, you and Halsin, the many times you came as one. You felt it all. Every taste, every touch, every orgasm rushing into your entire being all at once. A tsunami of sensations washed over you with no mercy. You keeled forward, wobbly and uneven. You were acutely aware of glowing eyes laced with worry as they looked up at you. Your forearm trembled as you used it to hold yourself a little as you rested against Halsin’s hard chest.
“What is it, my heart? Are you hurt?” Halsin seized all movements, forcing down the haze of lust as he frantically searched your face.
His heart quickened, no longer with hunger but with fear. He lifted your face to look at him, your eyes closed as you breathed rapidly. “My heart? Please speak to me.”
“Just… just need a moment.” You took in a deep breath, then another, trying to quell the overwhelming feeling. It wasn’t that the sudden flood of feelings didn’t feel nice per se, it was just all so sudden, so unexpected, and probably entirely more than you could handle at the moment as all your memories caught up with you.
“We can rest, my love. We need not rush anything.” Before you could respond to him, you gasped as he suddenly lifted your hips, sliding out of you. The loss immediately left you feeling cold and empty without his fill.
Halsin gently shifted positions so you were on your back now, then glanced around the living room. The nearest couch had a square pillow in arm's reach, which he grabbed and placed beneath your head. He then laid at your side, half leaning over you, eyeing you with solemn concern.
The carpet was soft against your back as you felt your pulse throbbing. But you took comfort in Halsin’s warmth that assisted in calming you.
“Sorry,” you whispered, your vision clearing, effectively bringing you back to the present.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, my love.” He kissed your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek. “We can proceed tomorrow, or any other—
“No,” you snapped, heart quickening, your arousal still burning. “I still want you. I need you. Right now.”
“But you nearly lost yourself, what if—”
“My memories,” you said, sighing. “It seems some chose to reconnect with me while you and I were… connected.”
He furrowed his brows in confusion but waited for you to continue. “I saw us. Nearly all the times we were together as one. In the forest, at camp, at our home. I could feel us, Halsin. How incredible we were together.” You reached up for his face, tracing your thumb down his bottom lip. “It just became so much for that moment. But it’s easing now. I’m okay.”
“Are- are you certain?” Halsin would be deceiving himself if he said his blood still wasn’t burning, that his cock still didn’t throb so eagerly for you, still coated with your moist. But he had to be sure you truly still wanted this and could handle it, for he had no issue putting your comfort first.
“I want you,” you murmured, reaching down to stroke his still-hardened length, slippery with you. “And I think you still want me, too.” You smirked, your heart soaring at the tenderness in his eyes. But you were not blind to the desire that still swelled within him, for the golden glow of his irises still had not dimmed.
“Silvanus preserve me,” he groaned, kneading against your thigh. “I- I do still want you. I want you more than I can bear it. I want to drown in you. To reclaim what is mine and for you to take what is yours.”
Your heart raced at his confessions, and your lips curved into a naughty smirk. You ran a finger down the side of his face then over his bottom lip. “Then come back to me.”
You watched him pondering for a moment before he leaned down to capture your lips. Tender, slow, and passionate, your mouths molded together effortlessly.
“As you wish, my heart. But allow me.” He positioned his body fully over yours, resting his weight on his forearms as he used his knee to spread your legs so he could settle in between.
His breath was warm on your lips as you gazed at one another. This close and this still, you were even more mesmerized by the sight above you. The way the firelight danced on the side of his face, how his eyes still burned for you, a magical golden light. You were so warm beneath him, so protected.
Halsin tilted his head, a loving smile on his face. “You are remarkable, do you know that?”
You twisted your lips, feigning a deep thought. “Yes. Yes, I do know.” You chuckled playfully, and Halsin laughed right along with you, vibrating against your chest.
“Oh, so I should reduce my compliments, then?”
You gasped. “Don’t you dare. Tell me more.” You grinned, then bit your lips to try to keep from smiling.
Halsin leaned down, kissing you once. “You are beautiful.” A lick along your jawline. “Incredible.” He sucked lightly on your neck, making you moan and giggle a little. “Ravishing.” He froze, his breath hot and heavy near your ear. “Extraordinary.” He lifted his head to look at you again, his voice deep and serious. “And I love you more than anything.”
Before you could answer, a whimper erupted from your mouth as he suddenly sank back inside you in one full thrust. You felt immediately stuffed again, missing his girth, his warmth. You tossed your head back, exposing your neck for Halsin who wasted no time peppering kisses and adding more marks to your skin.
Your living room was an orchestra of passion; sounds of heavy, ragged breathing, strained mewls, grunts, and deep groans. All accompanied by the crackling noises of the embers dancing within the fireplace, as if the flames themselves were encouraging your lovemaking. Your hands roamed down Halsin’s back, scratching and pulling him closer to you as much as possible. You were skin to skin and it still didn’t feel like enough.
Halsin lifted one of your legs back, raising it almost near the side of your head, and when he thrust back in, another gasp wafted from your lips. He felt so much deeper that way, a total and complete part of you. A flurry of euphoric sensations bubbled throughout your body, a burning heat mixed with sudden chills down your spine. Halsin moved within you skillfully, smoothly, your tightness eagerly sucking him back in during every stroke and thrust.
Halsin’s breathing was ragged, consumed by the feeling of you, how warm and wet you were. He was driven by how well you took him, how well he fit buried deep inside you. He reveled in your sultry moans near his ear, the sweet sounds more entrancing than a harpy’s luring song. He kissed you whenever possible, passionate and unsteady as the pleasure from your connection was too distracting. He groaned a low, growl-like rumble, then felt your fingers dig into his flesh in response.
Once again, Halsin was caught in a well of utter disbelief. He never thought he’d have you again, be with you again. He was growing content with the temporary moments of your presence in his meditations or dreams. But when you truly came to him in a dream, a different version of you, the opportunity for another chance… his heart leaped for it. Nothing and no one could stop him from trying to find you again. And so he gazed down at you, and there you were… face flushed with pleasure, eyes dazed and heavy with lust yet swelling with love.
Halsin watched your lips part, wet from his tongue, while dots of sweat glistened over your forehead as you eagerly welcomed him within you. You were beautiful. You were real. A familiar burn in his eyes caused his vision to slightly blur as new tears strolled down his face, some landing on your cheek and your nose.
“To have you again,” Halsin uttered through shaky words, voice hot and hoarse. “Oak Father, do not let this be a dream.” He allowed his emotions to do as they pleased— to simmer, burn, and cry for you. He dipped down and molded his mouth to yours once again, groaning into your kiss, never wanting to part from you. His tongue tasted you fiercely, trying to get as deep as possible. Halsin’s feelings for you surged wildly into the kiss, and he breathed you in like he would perish without your air.
Time was a distant thought as your hot, sweat-slicked bodies moved against each other. You kissed Halsin back whenever you could, other times too overcome with the height of ecstasy buzzing in your body. When you couldn’t return the kiss, his lips moved to your jaw, your chin, your neck, anywhere he could get his mouth on. An intense pressure filled your abdomen, and you unintentionally clenched yourself around Halsin’s cock, unable to handle the rising sensations as you writhed beneath him.
Halsin’s grunts became more constant and ragged as he increased his speed, drilling himself into your clenching heat. He leaned his hips forward some, and the light bristles of his pubic hair grazed your clit, eliciting another moan from you. He grinned and pressed more of his lower weight on you, rubbing against your clit while he burrowed deeper as a low rumble, almost growl vibrated in his chest.
“My heart.” A jagged breath between teeth as his movements quickened, his rhythm growing irregular.
Through hooded eyes, you stared at his glowing ones before lifting your chin, exposing your neck again. Your back arched, body prickling and hot as Halsin’s thick fingers dug into your thigh, grounding himself into you. Another overwhelming feeling rushed over your body, your walls clenching, belly electric. “My Halsin,” you moaned and he thrusted into you hard, the hardest yet tonight. Warm fluid spilled into you as Halsin growled from the depths of his throat, burying his head in the crook of your neck as you felt him twitching inside of you.
Wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. You turned your head towards Halsin, kissing the side of his face, wanting to taste his lips. But a gasp left your mouth as Halsin hurriedly withdrew from you, once again leaving you feeling cold without him. You knew Halsin, you knew he wasn’t quite finished spending himself within you, in the middle of still thrusting out his orgasm. And even so, he loved to sit in you for a while, even after he came down from his peak. So you watched him with concern as he lifted his weight on his hands and knees so none of his body was touching you.
“Halsin?” your breathy whisper came out quickly just as a familiar stream of golden light swam over the length of his body. A light you remembered all too well.
Halsin glanced at you once. No longer was it just his irises shimmering, but the entire space of his eyes. In a quick burst of light, the elf was gone, in his place a creature coated in dark brown fur, fierce and powerful. But it was not the shape you were expecting, not the robust cave bear you knew so well. No, this was a canine— golden eyes shining in the body of a beautiful, massive, dire wolf. The wolf tossed his head back and the loudest keening howl sang from his mouth. You gasped, but not out of fear but from surprise.
It was a thrilling sight, and you couldn’t help but elicit a quick giggle as you tried to shush him, hoping the neighbors wouldn’t be pulled out of their slumber. The wolf’s howling mewled to a gradual end and he—Halsin— lowered his head to survey you. His bright, golden eyes glimmered, and his heavy panting gave you a peek at sharp incisors. He was gorgeous, how his glimmering eyes stood out against dark fur. You knew it was brown like his hair, but in this dim light, it was practically as black as the night. And his head was large, larger than that of a modern wolf. Your heart was still pounding as the mighty wolf met your eyes, slightly showing its teeth.
You could almost see Halsin’s smirk and desire for you. His dark snout twitched as he began sniffing, working his way over you. The wolf dipped his head towards you, and his long, flat tongue flicked out, lapping at your chest. You shivered at the feeling, letting him taste you as his long tongue dragged over each of your breasts. It felt warm and slick, slithering along your collarbone and up the column of your neck then back down again. Something like a faint growl rumbled in the wolf’s throat as the hot air from his heavy panting coasted further down your belly. You watched with bated breath, a new excitement tickling your bones as the wolf made his way sniffing down your body.
His long snout gently butted your knees, opening them back up since you obliviously brought your legs together after Halsin’s exit. The wolf’s tongue darted out, lapping at your still-so-sensitive flesh. You gasped at the sensation, stomach tightening. You were still so tender, so raw, and yet your hands reached down to dig through the fur between his long ears. Something between a growl and low whine vibrated against you as Halsin’s wolf tongue swiped over your combined fluids, like he was both cleaning and enjoying you.
“Halsin,” you mewled, caught in a half daze at the beast beneath you, your lover, your druid. This wasn’t the first time you explored each other while Halsin was in wild shape, but in this life, in this body, the sensations it brought felt so amazingly new.
His snout pressed against your clit, inhaling as his long tongue slithered inside your sex, curving wonderfully. Oh how you wished you had the magic or potion to speak with animals. You wanted to hear that animalistic tone laced in Halsin’s already deep voice.
A tremor flushed down your stomach as Halsin’s wolf savored you, careful with his sharp teeth. He lapped at you hungrily, the wolf’s breath so much hotter, heavier. You glanced down, meeting deep, glowing eyes that were piercing into you, a wet snout poking against you. With that sight and fresh sensations, it didn’t take long for another surge of ecstasy to fill your abdomen, rushing to its peak as your vision wavered momentarily. A loud wail sang from your throat as the wolf made a satisfying whine against you before his tongue glided back up your torso.
The wolf rose tall, his long tongue flicking over his nose and mouth where your wetness coated him. There was another burst of golden light as Halsin returned to his elven form, panting above you. “Forgive me, my heart,” he was apologetic but still smiling as he spoke. “I could not escape the sudden urge to…howl. And I fear my own lungs would not have done it justice.”
Catching your breath, you spoke between heavy sighs. “Oh, you felt the urge to just howl, was it?” You raised a brow, nodding cheekily towards your inner thighs, still tingling.
He chuckled, a deep hearty sound. “Ah, then you must forgive the wolf for also wanting to indulge.”
You burst into a fit of giggles and laughter as Halsin joined in on the moment of humorous bliss. His face was glistening with sweat, and his eyes had finally dimmed, returning to their normal hue of hazel. His sincere laugh warmed your chest, and you curled your arms around his neck, pulling him back down to you. His hair tie must have broken during his transition, as now his silky hair spilled freely down his face, tickling your cheeks.
“You might’ve woken the neighbors,” you said, smiling, sliding some of his hair behind one ear. “I don’t exactly live near any wolves.”
“Then let them presume they were dreaming.” He smirked, lowering his voice mischievously. “You were quite loud yourself, my heart. Perhaps they’ll suspect a wolf devoured you tonight.”
You playfully patted his chest, grinning wider now as you laughed together. After a few moments, the laughter subsided and Halsin released a deep breath as he regarded you. There was a new look in his warm eyes, a cloud of peace with storms of the deepest devotion he had for you.
Halsin leaned even closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. “I never thought I’d hear that sound again.”
Your fingers idly played with his hair. “What sound?”
“The sweet song of your laughter.” He took another incredulous breath, slightly shaking his head. “I never stopped missing it.”
Halsin did not wait for your response, his mouth was already pressing into yours, unable to stay away from your lips for too long. It was a long, passionate kiss, deep and teeming with the promise of all your affection for each other.
Completely consumed by him, it was easy to melt into his kiss, his warmth and strong body over you. But finding the strength, you broke the kiss, cupping his face with both of your hands. “I love you, too,” you whispered, staring deep into his eyes, “so, so much, my sweet Halsin.”
Halsin’s heart swelled at your words, to hear them again after a little more than a decade. He still felt the same tickle of nerves in his stomach, and he smiled happily before dipping to kiss you again. Your tongues moved languidly over the other, hot breaths mingling together, noses occasionally rubbing past each other. His heart thumped along to the blissful tune coursing through his veins. “I love you,” the timbre in his voice was lower, passionate. “I love you. I love you,” Halsin murmured again and again, feeling you smile against his lips.
After some time sharing more passionate, languid kisses, you repositioned yourselves in a seated position, sidling your backs up against the nearest couch. Halsin draped an arm around you, pulling into his side as one of your legs lazily nestled between his thick thighs. He felt so incredibly overjoyed, so lucky resting at your side. Your warm, naked bodies fit together perfectly. He was bristling with delight, and if you asked him to remain that way forever, entangled in each other’s arms, he’d do every and anything in his power to make it happen.
“I’ve always loved the bear,” you murmured, your voice filling in the long stretch of comfortable silence. “But I didn’t realize how much I missed the wolf. What a nice surprise.”
Halsin chuckled, the deep rumble softly shaking your head that rested on his broad chest. “Well, I myself sometimes forget the many shapes I can possess. And if I recall,” his voice dropped an octave, starved and daring. “You once took a liking to the tiger as well.”
You shivered at this reminder, inhaling a quick breath. There was a time, long ago, when you and Halsin were engaging in one of your many hunter-prey games. He would chase you through the forest, sometimes as himself, sometimes as the bear. But one time, however, you were pounced on by a great, saber-tooth, its rumbling growl making you moist. It was quite the night, to say the least.
“Mmm, I did indeed.” You sighed, feeling a pleasurable tickle at the memory. “You only showed me the tiger that one night. But there was a time it enticed me again… you were so incredible, so amazingly ravenous so—” Your stomach dropped before you could finish, stricken silence by the memory that flashed in your mind.
“So…?” Halsin hummed, kissing the top of your head.
Your heart rate began to spike, and by the way Halsin shifted to see you better, you knew he felt a change as well. It was too late to gloss over this. “Vlaakith,” you said bitterly.
Halsin tensed immediately. “What?”
“That was the last time I saw the tiger…” you sighed, your fingers unconsciously tracing the same pattern over his chest again and again.
“I…right.” His voice was distant, dry, like he was suddenly so far away.
You wanted to turn over, to hug him and erase the sting of those memories. But you couldn’t stop your thoughts from overriding you, a new curiosity that burned within you. The last thing you saw on the Astral Plane was Halsin, down on his knees, wounded with grief while all your friends surrounded him.
“Did you… did you return home after I…well…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say ‘died’ because it didn’t feel that way to you, not entirely. It was more like you simply fell asleep and then woke up on Earth: a child, into a teen, into an adult. A second life.
Halsin released a deep breath, like he wanted to slam the door to those memories. “I did not.”
You frowned, turning so you could look at him. You sat up, watching him as he gaped aimlessly down the center of your naked bodies. But you remained quiet, sensing he was not finished. You wanted to ask him so much but instead gave him a chance to further explain.
“I took to roaming again, for a little while.” He obliviously ran his fingers up and down your thigh, occasionally squeezing.
“What is a ‘little while?”
“Two years.”
You sulked a little, imagining him wandering through the depths of nature, never staying in one place permanently. It was once something Halsin craved for, something he enjoyed… until he met you. You helped him find his true nature, or at least a new nature. With you, it was easy to plant his roots. He had a home with you, with the community you both built together.
“Were you alone?” you asked, tentatively.
“I was.”
“Oh Halsin,” you whispered, reaching to cup his face. His eyes were starting to glisten, but no tears ever fell.
“I could not go back to our home. I was not ready yet.” He finally looked at you, leaning into your touch.
You felt your own eyes watering now, a stinging heat building in your throat. “I’m so, so sorry. You must’ve been so angry with me, maybe even hated me...” One tear slid down your cheek, then another as a dam of emotions broke through you. The sight of Halsin in the Astral Plane, emotionally broken beyond repair when you faded from his grasp, gone forever in his eyes. Your friends gathered around him, mourning, yelling, enraged. It made you feel the worst case of guilt possible.
It was Halsin’s turn to drag his hand under your chin, furrowing his brows in confusion as his thumb swiped under a fallen tear. “Angry?”
You sniffled a little, struggling to hold eye contact. “For what I did… I- Lae’zel… she must’ve been so angry too.” You remembered moving before thinking, seeing your friend’s life in fatal danger. So you acted. You didn’t think that you would actually—
“No.” The tone in Halsin’s voice made you look at him again. His eyes were calm, gentle, and full of everlasting love. “You would’ve done the same for anyone because that is who you are. I will not lie to you, my heart. Yes, I was irrevocably saddened, heartbroken, and missing you every day. But I was never angry with you, I could never hate you. Never.”
You let him caress your face for a moment, still sniffling softly as his words settled in. The tension in your chest began to ease, but it didn’t fully quell the pain you felt for him. Imagining him alone…
Halsin’s calm voice reached you again. “And Lae’zel, well, she only blamed herself. All of her anger, her rage, she aimed it within, wishing it was her instead.”
You sighed, believing every word. Lae’zel had solidified herself as one of your sisters. You knew without a doubt she would’ve done the same for you, would’ve switched places with you. You could only hope she eventually forgave herself. You peered at Halsin, who was still tenderly caressing your cheek.
“And you, did things…did it get better for you?”
Halsin released a deep breath, smiling meekly. “The wound never healed, but it did get a little better with time. Though I suspect it would’ve taken me into the greatest lengths of old age to get even close to fully healing.”
Your face fell, and you would’ve lowered your entire head were it not for Halsin still holding you.
“As for being alone,” he said, raising your gaze back to him. “It was not forever. Eventually, our friends found me, deep in the forests of Icewind Dale, two months or so after I passed through Neverwinter.”
You perked up at this, your quiet weeping starting to slow. “But you detest bitter winters, and you went so far north?”
“Mm, I did. I ventured mostly as the bear than the man. And I was quite away from civilization but…I seemed to forget how resourceful our friends can be.” A lightness entered his tone, and you couldn’t help but start to smile.
“Resourceful…or they simply asked the people of Neverwinter if they happened to see a tall, hulking elf pass by?”
Halsin laughed, kissing your tear-stained cheek. “Perhaps both. Nevertheless, after some tenacious encouragement, they convinced me to return home, that they would remain with me.”
You turned some more, massaging your hand down one of his arms, idly rubbing his biceps. “And did they stay?”
Halsin grinned. “Oh yes, for a few years actually. They made it feel as close to home again as was possible. All the banter, heavy and light conversations, reminiscing on our love for you… It is through them that the pain became more bearable.”
You gave a small smile, still heartbroken that he had to go through that kind of pain in the first place. But forever thankful for the friends who became your family.
“I’m glad they were there,” you said, sighing, already exhausted from the flood of emotions.
“As am I,” he responded, leaning in to give you a tender kiss. “But eventually it was my turn to encourage them to return to the lives they built. Slowly, they left, one by one.” He paused for a moment, watching you carefully, gently. “Lae’zel lingered the longest, but eventually she too returned to the red dragons, but not without consistent visits every so often.”
You nodded slowly, your gaze drifting off. Again, his updates brought you both joy and a hint of gloom. It was wonderful to hear that everyone had come together for the man you loved most, but it still pained you over the circumstances it was under. As if sensing your emotional conflict, Halsin whispered your name, drawing your attention back to him.
“Do not burden yourself with sorrow for me, my heart.” He took one of your hands and placed it near the center of his chest, over the powerful thumping of his heart. “For mine is no longer in pain. Whether through fate, the Oak Father’s blessings, or sheer luck, you have been brought back to me.”
You exhaled deeply, at a loss for words. You took one of Halsin’s hands and placed it over the center of your ribs, then closed your eyes. You inhaled a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of both of your pulses, the blood pumping throughout your bodies. You felt Halsin breathing in a similar fashion, feeling the heavy rise and steady fall of his chest. In a short time, his heart was beating to the tune of yours, and you couldn’t tell whose heart was whose. This must’ve taken great effort from him, for he was much larger, needing more effort for his blood to pump throughout his body. But still, you remained like that for a while, lost in the rhythm of your hearts.
When you opened your eyes, Halsin soon did the same. With a closed grin, you lifted his hand from your chest and kissed the back of his fingers. You could still hardly believe this night was happening, and yet the other part of you -who once lived in Faerûn- was so used to nights like this, wanting and needing more. Which made you wonder…
“So, assuming you can reopen a portal, do you… plan on going back?” You couldn’t restrain the abrupt flutter of nerves that passed through you. He was almost going to leave tonight, so close to slipping out of your life for who knew how long, possibly forever.
Halsin was silent for a few moments, considering. “That depends, are you by my side?”
A new wave of nerves, but for another reason entirely. “I mean… it would be nice to see everyone again…”
Halsin perked up, beaming, you could almost taste his excitement. “And they would be overjoyed to see you again! Just as I am.”
You returned the smile, his visible joy so infectious. The idea of seeing your friends again, of stepping foot onto Faerûn again was almost a mad thought after spending all this time living on Earth. It was exciting and invigorating, but you didn’t hold that energy for long, your mind pondering as you glanced off to the side.
Halsin calmed some when he noticed the shift in you, bringing his finger beneath your chin. “But your home is here,” he said softly, more so as a statement than a question.
“Yes. But Faerûn is my home, too. They’re my family, and they're still out there…” you sighed, conflicted.
“That is true. And now your family has grown.” He kissed the corner of your lips then the top of your cheek. “You do not have to choose, my love. I know your heart and I believe you have forged great bonds in this new world, ones that cannot easily be abandoned.”
You nodded in agreement, thinking of your closest family and friends. They may all just be human, and not have any special magic that’s innate to them or gifted to them by following a god, but they were still your family. Your Earth family. And yet, so were your companions who you adventured with, battling devils and gods and all manner of foes in between.
Halsin’s gentle, deep voice pulled you out of your mind. “Perhaps just a visit, then? Gale and I did not have much time to discuss how often travel between these realms would be possible, but if we can master opening the proper portal from time to time, I see no reason why you must say goodbye to one world permanently. But first—” he glanced around the calm, firelit, lavish living room. “I would like to see more of your realm for a while, should you wish.”
Your heart soared at this, excitement bubbling within you. It didn’t have to be as complicated as you were making it. And the thought of Halsin staying here with you for however long a while was, made you want to show him as much as possible. All the modern changes but also how nature was just as beautiful here, still unique and wild. But the very first priority: shopping for new clothes. His druidic garbs, as much as you loved them, weren’t exactly with the times. But they’d be perfect for a festival or convention, and the wheels were already spinning for some you could take him to. You suddenly felt eager to gauge his reaction to all the humans who dressed up as creatures and races that truly existed in another reality, on another plane.
“Always the problem solver.” You leaned into him but not too close where you’d break eye contact. “And you do remember the disguise-self spell? Though I very much love your—” You dragged one of your nails up the length of Halsin’s ear, stopping at the tip. He shuddered, eyelids nearly closing. “It would save you from a series of repetitive questions if we humanized them a bit.”
Halsin rumbled a hearty, genuine laugh, quaking your body. “Easily done, as long as I get to show you my true self in private.”
A spark flickered in your belly at his drop in tone. You tenderly kissed the tip of his ear, then his cheek, his jawline. Halsin simply sighed, reveling in the pleasure of your soft, sweet kisses and consistent adoration.
“So it’s settled then,” you said, strategically rubbing your leg over his thigh and accidentally against his newly hardening length. “There will soon be a time for reunions and new introductions. But for now… I’ll enjoy having you all to myself.”
Halsin groaned as you rubbed against him again, his hot blood rushing back to fill the swell of his cock once more.
You turned and swung your legs over him, officially and effectively straddling his hips, still damp for him and dripping more by the second. A new thrill of desire awakened your beating heart and you dipped down, capturing his lips in a needy, starving kiss.
Halsin was quick to reciprocate, his large hands roaming up the length of your back, pulling you into him. But you broke the kiss as a sudden realization entered your mind. Halsin instinctively leaned towards you, chasing your lips, already breathing heavily. You threw your fingers up, placing them on his mouth, halting him with a wicked smile.
“You know,” you began, “I just realized I was the one who was supposed to find you. But instead, you found me. How incredibly unfair of you.” You mock frowned, dragging a finger down his chest.
“And how would you have found me, my love?” He gazed at you, grinning, a curious glint in his sparkling hazel eyes.
“Maybe I would’ve remembered my other life sooner and tried to open a portal of my own.”
Halsin raised an inquisitive brow. “I was under the impression that this realm did not have magic in the way we know.”
“I’m sure I would’ve figured it out by way of science of course,” you teased, laughing lightly which only seemed to make Halsin smile wider. “Which is our version of magic.”
“Well if it makes you feel any better, we can pretend this night hasn’t yet happened. I’ll return to Faerûn and wait for you to come find me.”
“Absolutely not!” you exclaimed, intentionally bouncing yourself atop his thighs which caused an abrupt groan from his throat. You glided your hips a little, feeling him twitch beneath you, which pulled the most euphoric sigh from his mouth.
You wanted to keep teasing him with your body, watching his eyelids weaken as he slipped away into the wells of his deepest desire for you. But it was your heart that made the next move as you stared at him sincerely, your expression shifting into something more serious, overcome with the love you had for your druid.
You started softly stroking his cheek, warmth pooling in you at the pure and utter devotion in his eyes. You knew he was only teasing you about leaving, but the thought alone made you feel ill. You had your druid back. He had you back, and neither time nor space had the power to keep you permanently apart. You both had another chance, and whatever may come, you were confident you’d have lifetimes of fresh chances to find each other.
Halsin’s eyes softened as his mouth relaxed into just a hint of a smile as he gazed at you. He could stare into your eyes forever. He could sit there with you forever. He’d create a protective bubble around you both, forgetting the world outside, forgetting time itself. He had always put nature first, but nature, for all the love and reverence he had for it– it could not fill his heart the way you do.
And when you next spoke, you looked directly into his beautiful eyes, ensuring he knew and felt every word as it flowed so lovingly from your lips. “I love you so much, my Halsin. And like I chose all those years ago, I still want to stay by your side. I’m so happy you found me.”
A flicker of gold flashed in his eyes, and his gentle finger brushed under your chin. “And I will always find you. In every life, my heart.”
And that's that! Is it me or is kinky sex draped in love just the best? Also, Bear Halsin is still supreme, I just wanted to show some love to his other wild shapes in this story.
Anywho, thank you so much to everyone who liked, commented and/or reblogged.🖤💜🖤💜 I hope you all enjoyed this emotional reunion, and thank you for taking the time to read this little novella that was supposed to be around 7k words at the most…😬
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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— just for tonight, i don’t hate you + katsuki bakugou.
૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when there’s a bounty over your head and a reward for your safe return to your soon-to-be husband and future king, touya todoroki… you should be mindful of who you fall for. you should pretend to hate the man who seeks the prize money you’d bring. and the dragon prince, katsuki bakugou, should probably do the same.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, angst, arguments, one-bed trope, enemies to lovers, love confessions, arranged marriages, fingering, marking, biting, scratching creampies, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, slight!infidelity, fantasy!au, fem!reader, dragon prince!bakugou.
⭑ words — 2.8K.
⭑ notes — happy valentine’s day my sweets!! here’s a precious little fic for you, a commission from the darling @peonies-and-teacakes and beta read by @yuki-no-akumu !! i hope you guys enjoy and remember that ily <3 mwah mwah !! - m.list ✩
“s-sir…i am so sorry.”
don’t.
“t-there’s been some kind of mistake!”
don’t you say it.
“unfortunately the room at our inn you’d requested for tonight has been double booked…”
don’t you dare say it.
“we can only offer you the alternative which is a single bed, again sir, i-i’m so sorry.”
it’s not the clerk’s fault, it’s a simple mistake that anyone could make at an inn located in one of the busiest travelling towns in all of Aethopia— but it shouldn’t have happened to katsuki bakugou. it’s the worst thing that could have ever happened to katsuki bakugou. “you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” the dragon prince snarls, almost resembling the mystical creature acting as his tribe’s crest— teeth white, sharp and menacingly on display. “all this fuckin’ coin spent on a useless, shitty inn ‘nd you can’t even book the right room?”
the clerk shrinks back, visibly shaken as they hand over a set of room keys to the blonde. “s-so sorry! s-sir!” they add timidly, flinching as they clatter into bakugou’s palm and he snatches the metal away from them.
“sorry ain’t gonna cut it, what a waste of my coin! i ain’t ever comin’ back to this shithole.” he continues to snap, and with a swish of his red woven cape, bakugou’s gone— storming away and outside of the reception, filled with enough rage to fan the flames of a dragon’s fire. you’re waiting for him with his horse, tending to it as he steps into the cool outside. the forest trees sway with the prince’s arrival but don’t do anything to distract you from running your fingers to the snow-white coloured steed.
you’re beautiful and that angers katsuki. you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen in all of the moons he’s existed— you shine under the light of the silver crescent, as if glitter is speckled all over your skin or you’re covered in a layer of diamonds.
your smile as his horse chuffs and nudges you with its head is precious, more valuable than any gem found in this world’s greatest mines. your dress isn’t made out of the finest materials, but it fits perfectly around your sweet dips and curves— it’s pretty. you’re pretty. there’s something about you that makes a mess of katsuki’s pulse, that steals his breath away and he hates you for it.
you’re supposed to be an ordinary girl, you’re supposed to be just a pile of coin to him— a reward for returning you, prince touya of Ignis’ runaway bride. there was a hefty bounty hanging over your head for your safe return to his royal highness’ side, for you were to be the tool that helped to clean up prince touya’s act and get him prepared for kingship. again, you weren’t meant to be anything more to katsuki, in fact, if he had to he would force himself to despise you— you make him miserable, he has to remind himself that you’re just a prize. nothing more, nothing less.
despite the blonde’s plan to have you back in the hands of the todoroki family— he’s had his doubts. rumour has it that touya todoroki, better known to lesser folk as dabi, is an evil brute. one with little regard to the women he’s kept or invited up to his royal chambers. other whispers on the street have mentioned that you were a spoiled little village girl from within their kingdom, refusing the life the todoroki’s were to offer you.
that was another reason for bakugou to hate you— you were a brat that ran away because touya wouldn’t feed you with a silver spoon, because he was the first man in your existence to be unkind and you couldn’t find it in yourself to put up with it despite being set for the rest of your life.
katsuki bakugou of the dragon tribe had found you just outside of his territory— half dead, your clothes torn and a second away from being hunted by the mythical monsters that prowled them. you resented him, for what he did next. you had the audacity to be mad at the dragon prince for saving your life and nursing you back to health. you blame him for the miserable outcomes of your life and for having his heart set on returning you back to touya todoroki, blaming him for it all.
at the time, the pair of you had argued. bakugou had called you a stupids and naive little girl— who wouldn’t want to be married to a future king? you wouldn’t have a single thing to worry about if you did, your every need would be taken care of without you even asking. you wouldn’t have to kill for your next meal, worry about when or where you could sleep next, spend every day fighting for survival. clearly you both had different views on the world, and what should have been gratefulness turned into hatred.
bakugou had tied your wrists, dragged you kicking and screaming back on the route straight to the todoroki castle— reuniting you with your Prince Charming. so far, you’d made this journey hell, almost cost him fights and got him in trouble with clients or employers. you were embarrassing.
and in your eyes? katsuki was your fairytale villain. he was a selfish, ugly bastard who wouldn’t let you steal your freedom, all for some money. you hated bakugou with every fibre of your being and every ounce of your heart and he knew. he knew this, but that didn’t make it any easier to handle when you look at him like his every step scorches the earth.
scowl at him like you do now.
like he was the most awful man in the world. like he was touya. who he had heard from stories didn’t handle women in the best of ways.
“what, ya still mad at me, princess?” bakugou asks as he approaches you, the twigs snapping under his boots grabbing your attention.
before arriving at the inn, the dragon wielder had told you that you were a useless airhead— one that couldn’t survive on her own and needed a man to save her. you’d slapped him hard without hesitation and neither of you’d spoken until now. “of course i am, don’t ask stupid questions, you barbarian,” you spit harshly, turning back to the horse at hand. “did you get the room? i’m tired and sick of looking at your face.”
he almost flinches back to avoid being hit by your venomous words but instead retaliates. “i did ‘n yer stuck with me, sweetheart, there’s only one bed.”
“you’re kidding, right?” your eye twitches as you spin on your heel to face katsuki once more and the blonde braces himself for an onslaught of your slander. “oh! bakugou. you’re such an incompetent fool. you can’t even book an inn on your own, so you need a woman to do that for you?” you throw his words from earlier back into his face like an acid burn that’s been waiting underneath your tongue.
“i didn’t wanna be stuck with your ass anyways! quit complainin’!”
“well, if you insist on not being stuck with me, perhaps releasing me before we reach the todoroki’s is a good idea—“
“— fat chance, princess.” bakugou scoffs back. “not with the bounty over your head. puttin’ up with your shitty attitude will be fuckin’ worth dealin’ with until you’re back with ‘em.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to retort, heading back into the inn whether you follow him or not.
katsuki is glad that you don’t, at least not straight away— wanting to calm down the ache you’ve inflicted upon his hatred-blackened heart.
though he might hate you, katsuki can always tell when you’re crying.
around the same time every night and throughout your travels, your shoulders shake as sobs rack your body while you think he’s fast asleep. of course, the dragon prince feels bad— he’s practically handing you off to the devil in exchange for a lump of cash. you’ve been down on your luck and the blonde feels partially responsible for that.
rolling over to face you, bakugou watches with a deep frown as you keep your eyes on the wall opposite you— not daring to acknowledge him. “‘m sorry… about what i said,” he feels guilty but only just, unsure of his next words. “‘bout this touya thing… and all the men that have hurt you. i’m—” he takes a breath. “sorry about everything. i only treat you that way ‘cause i don’t want ya to end up lost like me…” he doesn’t want you to fall for him, to stay with him.
silence echoes between you both but katsuki can tell that you’ve calmed down from the way your body stops shaking and your hiccups quieten down. “you care about me, bakugou?” rolling over, the blonde finds himself lost in the sparkle of your galaxy eyes yet again— hating you for it, fighting down his love for you.
you’re close, way too close and everything beneath the sheets is hot. “shut up, princess.” bakugou whispers, not realising that the warmth of his breath is coasting over your lips wetly. before either of you know it, you’re kissing— mouths slotting against one another, tongues rolling over each other sloppily as you swap spit and pour undisclosed feelings into one another. his hands slip under your flimsy excuse for a night-gown, trailing up the good meat of your thighs, the soft curves of your waist and hips. you have him in shambles, with the way you gasp quietly at his thumbs swiping at the swell of your breasts— just brushing over your pebbling nipples. you coo and cry and he takes more from you, tugging on your lower lip with shining rows of pearly whites and licking into your mouth to swallow your whistle-tone moans.
“quiet, princess,” bakugou’s mouth is hot, blisteringly slow— his tongue leaving trails of clear, thick saliva along the planes of your skin. “gotta be quiet, baby, can’t wake anyone up, yeah?” the sharp edges of his teeth just graze your salt-licked flesh, barely nipping it. katsuki knows better, he can’t leave marks. he can’t return damaged goods to the soon-to-be king. to the touya todoroki. “so good, such a good girl.”
“o-oh! k-katsuki!” you stutter out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and locking away the stars as the dragon prince’s hand fumbles between your hot and heavy bodies. he finds your clit, swollen and sticky— pulsating beneath rough fingertips. “p-please, i need you. please, katsuki. n-need–!” you sing your praises to the high heaves, the letters of his name rubbed into your pretty pussy as he plays with it between your slick, doughy thighs.
a single finger slips past your fluttering entrance, but he doesn’t dare let up on your pleasure nub— circling it diligently. “shut up, yeah?” the man slurs into your neck, spreading your pussy lips apart to finger you deeper, faster— losing his sanity listening to the sound of you squelch. “i hate you…r’member that. h-hate you— fuck…”
“hate you, s’much. o-oh, right there!” your own set of fingers curl in sandy blonde locks tightly pulling him back up to your face for a kiss. but his eyes, your eyes, they both speak forbidden and unspoken love. your other hand grasps at his throbbing cock, arousal spilling over your knuckles and straight from the tip. his chest rumbles in pleasure, hips rutting into your closed fist languidly before he swoops down to lure you into the forest of temptation, the haze of another uncoordinated, messy kiss.
you mewl into one another’s open mouths, swollen and cherry lips meshing together— this? whatever you’re doing together, a pile of sweaty limbs moving in sync with one another…it’s everything either of you have ever wanted. playing pretend, hating one another face to face and loving one another in secret. katsuki curls his fingers, pressing down on your g-spot and you run your thumb through the seedy slit of his cockhead…eager to please one another. to love one another.
“put it in, katsuki.” gasping but demanding, you call to him— hungry for more, to have his everything. he wants to, god he wants to. but what if he hurts you? what if you fall apart like fragile glass? what if touya—? you grab at the blonde’s chin, guiding his gaze up to yours and his thick girth to your clenching, unfilled hole. “just for tonight, one night. show me how you truly feel about me katsuki…make love to me.”
you’re giving him a chance, giving him this one last night to deflower the prettiest, most beautiful thing katsuki bakugou has ever held in his bare, monstrous hands. wrapping your legs around the slenderness of his waist, you lock your ankles at the small of his back and squeeze to draw him closer. his milky shaft pushes through your arousal soaked folds, clear strings of it clinging to every vein that decorates the length of him.
both of you shudder once he’s bottomed out inside the warmth of your velvety, silken walls. he’s as deep as he can go, stretching you over him with slow rolls of his hips and his balls heavy with cum, seated at the curve of your ass. “f-fuck, you’re tight, princess,” katsuki whines, wrapping his arms around your head to pin you to the bed beneath him. he fills you to the brim, brings tears to your eyes as he splits you apart and pieces you back together with every single thrust. your g-spot is a victim to endless ectasy given to you by his mushroomed tip as it rams against you, desperately.
rolling your hips up to match his pace, you swallow the saliva pooling on the palette of your tongue— skin buzzing with lust while you mark up the blonde’s back. you leave tiger-claw patterns across his tanned back, red and raw before mussing up his hair pulling him closer until either of you have room to breathe. his breath is ragged against the shell of your ear, thrusts rampant each time he plunges into your souse, salacious pussy.
katsuki drowns himself in you, and like an alcoholic reaching for another drink— he’s addicted. he groans pathetically when you bite him, kiss him and spit into his mouth until he’s babbling and brainless. you bite his shoulder to keep quiet but the bed creaks loudly enough to cover your harmonised moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly.
“i love you,” you breathe weakly, body wracked with shakes when bakugou slips out of your cunt from how fast he's pounding you into the sheets, tied to you only by strings of slick.
he says it back, instantaneously while forcing himself back into your addictive heat, desperate to get you both to your highs. “i love you.” next he finds your clit again, using three fingers to tap at it so that you tremble cutely beneath him. “hold it, princess. hold your orgasm. p-promise it’ll feel good, kay?” the dragon prince pulls back only just, dragging his seedy tip along your insides and you whine at the loss of being so full. “promise me that when he’s fucking you, when touya makes you his bride a-and weds you, his pretty virgin bride…that you’ll think of me ‘n me alone.”
“i-i promise,” you murmur, playing with the baby hairs on the base of katsuki’s neck, looking up at him lovingly as you clench down on him at his claim— dripping sweet nectar down his balls.
only then does katsuki put his entire weight on you, jutting into you all at once, nearly breaking the bed as it hits the wall behind you over and over. his cock swells inside of you, close to bursting and cumming inside of you. with one, two, three more calculated thrusts you’re thrown over the edge— the dopamine high of your orgasm crashing over your brain while you squirt clear streams over his lower tummy and cock.
he’s right behind you, following the stream of your sweet essence that nearly forces him out of you. thick, hot ropes of cum paint your insides belonging to the man that you love, filling you up to the brim. katsuki collapses on top of you with one last kiss, your foreheads pressed together and the crude mix of your arousal leaking from your tiny hole, onto your shared sheets.
“i don’t…i don’t hate you,” you stutter once both of your breathing has evened out, teary eyed because you can’t say that you love him again. it’ll make it too real, neither of you can have that if you’re promised to touya and bakugou has promised to take you back to the ruthless future king.
“niether do i,” katsuki breathes back, wiping your eyes with the pad of his thumb, using a delicate touch.
he couldn’t help it, loving you but at least he got to…just for tonight.
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A Lesson To Be Careful: Chocobros x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Contains: Poly sex, anal sex, oral sex, spanking, biting, power play, BDSM
Your back pressed against the marble flooring, head pound, eyes burning with tears and teeth grit while you writhed beneath the heavy foot pressing against your chest. You looked up at the MT, a hiss escaping from the back of your throat as you looked up into its hollow red eyes. The MT only pressed the tip of the blade harder into the skin of your chin. You winced when a small shot of pain cut through you, you soon felt something warm starting to slowly drip down your throat. Blood roared in your ears, your pounding temples made it hard for you to pay attention to the chaos springing around you.
The pressure on your chest tightened, a soft cry escaping your lips and your head tilting back in pain.
“(Y/n)!” you heard someone calling you.
Your sagging eyelids pulled up just a bit, your eyes scanning the horizon only to have the pressure on your chest suddenly stop just as your body gave way.
“It is truly is a good thing you only came out of that with just some scrapes and bruises, love,” Ignis tutted as he closed the door behind you.
“Gladio, I have legs,” you sighed, glaring at the man that held you tightly in his arms, acting oblivious to the fact that he was actually doing it, “I can walk on my own.”
“Mmm,” Gladio hummed, thinking, “no.”
“Gladio!” you huffed, pinching the top of his ear. He flinched and huffed himself. “Put me down, it’s just a few bruises.”
Gladio sighed, taking a few more long strides until you were both inside of the massive bedroom with the three right behind you. Gladio slowly placed you on your feet on the ground, only to be brought back to his rock hard chest, his hands kneading at your waist and hips, leaning over to nip at your earlobe.
“Maybe we should teach you a lesson on how to be careful,” he growled in your ear.
“Perhaps we should,” Ignis tutted, eyeing you as he slipped his jacket off of his lean shoulders.
Gladio moved your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against your soft flesh as his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants. Ignis circled around in front of you and cupped your chin, tilting your head up as to capture your lips in his. You felt Noctis lace his fingers in your right hand, pressing kisses to the side of your head and down the length of your jaw. You felt Prompto take your left hand, lace his fingers with yours and press kisses to your knuckles, kissing up and down the expanse of your arm, taking extra time on the small bruises that stained your skin.
Gladio spun you around, but your lips still clung to Ignis’, his cold hands brushing against your cheekbones. Noctis and Prompto let go of your hands, your chest ached as you wanted them, fingers flexing as a soft whine left your lips.
Gladio’s hands flew to your button up shirt, yanking at the seams and popping off the buttons in one hard tug and flying off in different directions, his large calloused hands going to your bra to pluck at the strands, snapping them against your skin. Noctis, now behind you, tailed his nimble fingertips over the waistband of your pants, nails digging into the band and running along the rim until his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper, quickly revealing your panties. Prompto nuzzled into your neck, licking and kissing and mouthing soft promises along your bare throat, his soft and warm hands trailing along the under curves of your breasts and trailing down your stomach, nails tracing invisible patterns into your heated flesh.
You felt Noctis struggle with the clasp of your bra behind you, his finger frantic as you could feel him start to heat up. He cursed softly, pressed hard kisses into the back of your shoulder until your breasts were finally freed from their cloth prison. Gladio ripped the loosened bra off of your figure with your ruined shirt in tow before he attacked your throat and jaw, placing hungry kisses on your skin.
Your hands fumbled, one hand quickly threading into Noctis’ locks, scratching his scalp as your other hand was cupped by Ignis’, his lengthy fingers tangling with yours. Gladio’s roughened hands stroked at your breasts, thumbs and index fingers pinching and scratching at your nipples. Noctis’ hands running along your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and plucking at your panties. Prompto’s hand danced down your stomach, finally settling on your panties, hitching a notch into the soft fabric and tugging gently. The friction of the fabric pulling on your dripping clit made you moan, tilting your head back.
Gladio’s hands left your breasts, nipples now aching from the torment, his lips leaving the underside of your jaw. The telltale sound of jingling and a crack of leather had the other three quickly release you.
Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Gladio with his leather belt in his hands, his leather pants sagging slightly on his waist, his clothed erection obvious as ever. You heard the others shuffling, belts jingling and hitting the floor behind you.
Gladio advanced towards you, one hand leaving the belt and grabbing a hold of your shoulder and forcefully turning you around. He grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, looping the leather belt around your soft skin and yanking on it tightly, pressure enclosing and binding your wrists until Gladio’s hold lets up.
You now saw the other three mostly naked, kicking their clothes out of the way while pulling their underwear off, revealing their penises to you. Their faces were flushed, hair a complete mess, Ignis’ glasses now missing from his structured face. They each eyed each other, then to you, then the bed before quickly moving.
Noctis laid down along the foot of the bed, Ignis advanced towards you, relieving you from Gladio’s strong grip only to be snared in his firm and unforgiving grip. You could hear Gladio quickly yanking off his clothes, tossing his jacket and tank top and loose pants and hiking boots somewhere behind him carelessly. Ignis had one hand wrapped around the leather belt, his other hand fisting your hair and firmly tugging your head back just a bit. Prompto simply stood there, you could see the debate in his eyes whether he should do something or touch his erect cock.
Ignis nosed your throat, the bulb of his nose rolling over the splotches kissing your skin, they were still raw and tender, a soft whimper escaping your lips.
You could feel your panties were soaked, your knees wobbling as a coil tightened in your belly. You whimpered once more, when Prompto finally moved forward, his fingers knotting into your panties and yanking them down, making a soft wet splat when they hit the floor.
Suddenly, your head was jerked back roughly by another hand, a moan snapping out of you as tears were brought to your eyes. Ignis moved aside when the leather belt was snatched up from his grip, Gladio’s body heat pressing firmly behind you as you felt his erect cock press against your asscheeks. He drew your head back until your crown was pressed into his collarbones, he lowered his head to your ear and nosed around its shell, nipping at your earlobe.
“You know the safe word, right?” he growled into your ear.
You nodded, whimpering when you felt your hair pull against your scalp before Gladio pushed you forward towards the bed.
Noctis lowered himself from his elbows when your knees hit the edge of the bed, your body buckling when Gladio hoisted you up. Noctis’ clammy hands felt amazing on your heated skin, his cold nails digging into the meat of your shoulders and angling your body until you were hovering just above him, the perfect height for Gladio behind you.
Ignis slowly came around to the other side of the bed, his knees on either side of Noctis’ head, Prompto next to you his fingers dancing alon the curve of your back.
You felt Noctis first, the head of his cock tapping at your passageway, pushing past your soaked nether lips and quickly pushing up. You winced at the pressure, crying out softly when his cock finally entered you. Slowly, Noctis started to pump his hips, being careful with you above him.
But it was agonizing, he was moving so slow inside of you, it made you whine. You wished your hands were bound behind your back, your fingers flexed and ached, wanting to clawing at the sheets on the bed and scratch at Noctis’ shoulders.
But Noctis kept you still, slowly guiding you along his shaft slowly and carefully.
Gladio was next. He let go of your hair but kept a tight grip on the leather belt wrapped around your wrists. You felt his erection glide along your asscheeks, his head slowly pushing past your ass to stop at the pucker of your hole. His free hand came down to your ass, pulling at one of the cheeks far enough to help him slide into you as easily as he could.
You cried out, throwing your head back and sobbing softly at the stretch in your ass. Sweat shined, blanketing you in a moist layer.
You felt so full with the two of them inside of you, their cocks slowly starting to move up a pace, their hands guiding you along the lengths of their cocks, whimpers leaving you and you looked up from Noctis to see Ignis waiting patiently for you to open your mouth, his nimble fingers dancing up and down his cock. You jaw slowly unhinged, Ignis moving forward until the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, pushed past your teeth and now housed itself in the warm, moist confines of your mouth and throat. He too started out slow, a steady pace as he rocked his hips back and forth, both hands coming up to your scalp and gently massaging the raw skin and combing through your beautiful locks.
Tears filled your eyes as a guttural moan failed to slip past the penis caged in your mouth. Your scalp burned in a good way, your body was starting to shiver, a tightness coiled up in your belly the more the three cocks pumped into you. Your shoulders rolled backwards, the sweat making your wrists slip and roll around in their leather bindings until one wrist managed to slip free, only to land on Prompto’s flat stomach and work its way down to his erect cock where your fingers pumped quickly, not even starting out slow.
The four men were a flurry of moans, heads thrown back as their nails clawed at you, making crescent moons in your skin and scratching down your soft, hot flesh.
Your head rolled back, a whine bubbling from your lips before the tightness coiling up in your belly became too much and you cried out loudly, your orgasm rocking your body and making you see stars. And yet, they still ravaged you and your grip on Prompto only tightened, the blond whining at the added pressure, his nails biting your skin harder.
Time seemed to have escaped you all, your mind now numb as they worked you out, wringing and milking as much as they could, working out orgasm after orgasm until one by one they finally came. First Prompto, his hot seed splatting you in the face and dripping down onto Noctis who only groaned, his cock shuddering inside of you before you soon found yourself having your insides coated in his cum. Ignis moaned softly, his fingers knotting tightly in your hair, gently and firmly pulling at the strands until your mouth was finally filled with his own seed, you couldn’t help but gag as you swallowed most of it, some of it dribbling out over your swollen lips and down your chin. Gladio was the last as usual when it came these sessions, but when his grip tightened on the belt still cuffing your one wrist, you cried out when he roared, fingers grabbing harshly at your abused asscheek as you felt his hot seed fill you.
The belt loosened around your wrist, slipping off and falling onto the floor with a loud clunk. Your body fell over, curling up next to Noctis as Gladio stumbled away from you just a bit. Ignis had let go of your hair and Prompto had quickly disappeared only to return with a soft towel for you.
Noctis rubbed his fingers over the red marks on your wrists, fingers running along the sharp cuts in your skin as your eyelids felt like iron bricks.
But before you could finally lull off to sleep, you could hear Ignis’ stern voice cut through the silence.
“Do you need us to repeat that lesson, kitten? Or will you be more careful next time?” he purred.
You thought for a minute, only to smirk as you nuzzled into the sheets.
“I may need another lesson later,” you murmured.
#final fantasy xv#ffxv#gladiolus amicitia#gladiolus x reader#gladiolus amicitia x reader#ignis scientia#ignis scientia x reader#ignis x reader#prompto argentum#prompto x reader#prompto argentum x reader#noctis lucis caelum#noctis x reader#noctis caelum x reader
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𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖝
Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Jeong(Jung) Jaehyun x Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized implied)
Synopsis: Discouraged after a breakup and eviction. You return home to New Orleans just to find out the life you have been living has been a lie. Maybe all those scary stories your grandmother told you as a child were indeed true.
Genre: Supernatural AU, Vampire Au, Werewolf AU, Witch AU, Smut (eventual), Angst
A.N: Hi, Hi! I guess I'm back at it again, hehe. I wanted to post something special on my first anniversary for Channieskies, but since the day of that has passed already, I thought why not just post in the month of said anniversary. So, here goes nothing. This story includes both of my biggest biases and all of the supernatural stuff that I love. This is a self-indulgent little story that I wrote for myself and decided to share. I hope that everyone enjoys this little journey that we are about to embark on. Thanks for reading! Special thanks to @palindrome969 and @therhythmafterthesummer for reading over this for me. I could never thank you enough. Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Networkss: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids or NCT. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
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Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language.
【IGNIS FATUUS: ig·nis fat·u·us /ˌiɡnəs ˈfaCHo͞oəs/ noun: a will-o'-the-wisp, something deceptive or deluding】
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖝:
Chapter I: Misfortunate Chapter II: Grounded Chapter III: Outré Chapter IV: Revelations Chapter V: Blueblood Chapter VI : Resentment More to Come...
© ✐Channieskies 『MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. Please leave a like , comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this story.♥』
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May I request Ignis and pegging? Thank you so much!
ℑ'𝔪 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫' 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱 || {𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞}
tags: nsfw, smut, afab!fem! reader (no pronouns used), toy/strap use, pegging, pet names, dom/sub dynamics
All of the bite marks littered Ignis's pale skin seem to glow under the soft beams of moonlight that slip in through the sheer curtains and spill out across the floor and bed.
"Still with me Iggy?" You ask gently, pausing your movements to check-in on your wrecked boyfriend. Ignis's eyes crack open, shimmering with the moon, and unfocusedly land on you. Breathing tremulously, he rolls his hips against yours, relishing in the soft movements of the toy in his ass. There is a soft clicking noise when you push and pull in and out of him.
Swallowing, he nodded. "Y-yes, dove. I am still with you just.. It feels too good to think.. Please.." You smile, gaze flickering down to the tiny bit of the blue strap that you can still see wedged deep between his cheeks.
With a roll of your hips, you push inside of him and then languidly pull out. Repeating the motion several times, you reach down to grip his swollen red cock bobbing messily between his thighs. Ignis keened, back arching and legs lifted to hold them to his chest. Gently, you splay your hand across the back of his thighs to keep him them and gradually build speed.
"O-oh gods," He swallowed thickly, voice raw and lips chapped. You grin down at him, your hips coming to rest against his thighs with every thrust. Soon enough the room filled with the smack of skin on skin and the wet squelch of the toy deep in his ass. His ass eagerly bounces off of you, moans growing louder, as he desperately tries to meet your fervent thrusting.
Gripping at his cock, you jerk him slowly. Your teeth find sanctuary at his throat and sink into his soft skin. Ignis' moans echo through the room. A mix of frantic panting and sharp inhales, pleading for mercy, and begging to find his release.
"You gonna cum for me, pretty boy? Look at you.. I've never seen you beg so sweetly before.." Coyly, you tease him, lips hovering over his. Ignis growled and claimed you in a searing, messy kiss. His free hand gripped the side of your jaw as your tongues swirl together, saliva dripping down your chin.
You two thrust and grind into each other in tandem. Ignis gripped one of your hands, pulling it away to intertwine and rest at his hard. You understood and squeezed his hand reassuringly. With a soft snarl, you picked up the pace. The headboard thudded against the wall with each creak and groan of the bed beneath your strength.
His back arched with a cry, "Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!" Ignis pants, clutching the pillow tightly to hide his moans. Rearing your hips, you pound into him deeper and further until you can't go any further. When finally, finally, you locate his prostate.
Your smirk was devious, staring down at him with hooded-eyes. "Ah, there you are." Angling your hips, you aim and thrust the toy against his spot over and over. Ignis was too far gone to realize if he was being loud or not, his mouth drawn open, his cries and moans echoing as he came. Hot spurts of cum shoot out from his cock. He gives and gives and gives until there's nothing left; a tiny droplet of cum dripping from his neglected dick.
Ignis is faintly aware of the pressure in his ass decreasing as you pull out. It's as though everything is far away; like his ears are plugged with cotton. Like he can't directly focus on the noises being made. He can hear rustling and your soft voice, feel your touch and the coolness of a cloth as you clean him up. Only when you turn his chin to face you does the sound come rushing back at all at once.
"Hello love." Ignis smiled, his tone high and floaty. As though he was far above the heavens and in another plane of existence than you. You smile and lean down to kiss his forehead, and brushed back his sweaty hair. He collects you into his arms, pulling your clothed body to his naked one.
"Don't you want to shower?" Gently, you nuzzle him, sharing a soft kiss. Ignis shook his head.
Kissing your jaw, Ignis tightened his grip. "No, not yet. Please, let's just stay like this a bit longer. I still need to repay the favor. Come here and sit on my face, baby."
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💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ TOO SWEET PT. 1 .ᐟ
⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅
ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus
ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . street racing au
ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname
ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 946
ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . y/n and leo are the queen and king of the shinjuku and shibuya street racing circles, respectively. they meet for the first time at the annual tokyo races to see who's better. (ft. best friend!percy fanboying over racer king!leo + an appearance by passenger princess!leo <3)
ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhtgufshew tokyo + leo + street racing is such a fever dream for me,, and this one, I wrote bc of my love for leo and fast and furious (esp tokyo drift <3) and I totally based y/n's car off han's from td sue me I love him (: so, enjoy! i'll start working on part 2 soon (:
✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov
'the next station is . . . shinjuku.'
I was busy icing the bruises on my forearm from last night’s race when my best friend barged into the bathroom without knocking.
“HE’S COMING TODAY, N/N!” he screamed, and giggled like a school girl.
“I could’ve been naked, you know,” I muttered, shutting the first-aid box and shoving it into the cabinet under the sink. “who’s coming?”
“ignis-”
“percy, come on, not this again,” I groaned. “you’ve been fanboying about him for the past 48 hours, and I really just want to sleep. and besides, I really don’t see what the big deal about this guy is.”
“uh, hello? he’s the king of the shibuya street races!” percy exclaimed, following me as I walk out, and flop onto my bed. he stops at the foot of it.
“and the people have crowned me the queen of shinjuku’s. so what?” I asked.
‘ignis’, as the others call him, is someone called leo valdez. and apparently, he’s a pretty good racer.
“look,” I continued, interrupting percy before he started fanboying again, with hearts in his eyes or whatever. “if he’s that good, he can come and beat me at the annual tokyo races.” I declared.
“oh yeah, he probably will,” percy commented. I flung my pillow at his head, and smirked when I found I didn’t miss. “OW!”
“whatever. tell me more about him. what’s he like?”
it was almost as if I asked him to marry leo. and this time, he really did have hearts in his eyes, I fear.
“okay, so supposedly, he builds his own car, like you, and started racing at 17! isn’t that cool? I mean, you did too, but still. it’s cooler when he does it. anyway, he’s locally the undefeated champion of street racing, and oh my god, he drives a 1966 ford gt40, it’s so cool-”
“okayyy, i’ve heard enough. I guess it is going to be fun meeting him at the car meet for the races.” I smirked. “let’s battle it out on the roads, ignis.”
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
✮⋆˙ leo’s pov
'the next station is . . . shibuya.'
“jace, how much farther is the hotel?” I asked, knocking my legs onto the dashboard, and crossing them at my ankles. simultaneously, I pulled down my sunglasses.
“relax, passenger princess, just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.” he replied.
jason glanced at piper in the mirror and smiled.
I would never admit it, of course, but it was terrible being so good at one thing and horribly bad at another. honestly, who would ever believe that the king, ignis, had never been in an actual relationship? the one-night stands didn’t count, obviously. I’d never felt anything close to… love.
pondering my status of being single, I fell asleep in jason’s car.
“dude, bro, homie, my man, whatever, WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE-”
“did you… did you carry me into bed, jason grace?” I opened one eye and grinned at him lazily.
“you were sound asleep, even worse than a log. I tried kicking you awake, but it didn’t work, so I had to pick you up, ufortunately.”
“aww, don’t sound so happy.”
“shut up. if you don’t get ready to get to the car meet, we don’t get a ticket to race for the entire next month,” he said.
“what- OH, I forgot about that. one ticket’s enough for all 23 races, right?”
“yeah, i’ll explain the details to you in the car, go get ready, dumbass.”
I grinned. “jason grace is cursing, the world is healing-” a pillow hit my face. “i’m going.”
timeskip
“okay, the serious ones you need to look out for are python, shooting star, and tsunami.”
“shooting star?” I choked on my water. “what-”
“weird name, huh?” a girl chuckled behind me, and I whipped around.
“oh no no no no, i’m sorry- are you shooting star? uh, shit, I apologi-”
“nah, but it was funny seeing you get so flustered, valdez.” she smirked.
“do we… know each other?” I asked, confused. her smirk widened.
“not yet, but real soon,” she said, her smirk never faltering and confidence never wavering. she turned and began walking away, and I stood there, mouth open.
“she’s pretty, but she’s also tsunami,” piper commented. oh.
“who said she’s pretty? I didn’t. did you? I don’t know,” I rambled. whatever. “she’s my competition. she’s just in the way of me and my golden trophy.”
“there’s no trophy, dumbass.” jason reminded me.
“a 700$ cash price is equivalent to a trophy, man,” I corrected him.
“ok, well, listen up. she’s called tsunami for a reason. she’s vicious, takes everyone by surprise at every race, and is the queen of shinjuku’s street racing. and most importantly? she’s never lost a single race.” piper explained. I took in every bit of that info, and filed into a part of my brain labelled ‘dangerous and pretty competition, stay away’.
“what’s her ride, then?” I asked, a little curious.
“1997 mazda rx-7 veilside fortune.”
“damn,” I whistled. before I could find out more about her, the announcer on the stage started talking.
“welcome, racers and audience! today is day 1 of the annual tokyo races! here’s a quick rundown about it, in case you haven’t a clue: starting today, there will be 23 races for 23 days, each race held in a special ward of tokyo. we start here, at shinjuku, and end the 23rd race at shibuya!”
everyone cheered and whistled at the mention of shinjuku and shibuya, the two hubs of tokyo’s street racing.
starting at tsunami’s turf, and ending in mine, huh? this was going to be fun.
tags! — @sunnitheapollokid @puffoz
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A Long Rest Is Overdue
pairing : ignis scientia x (fem) reader
summary : in a moment of over-tired weakness you let your insecurity affect your performance on the battlefield. ignis takes it upon himself to change how you're thinking.
warnings : weapons used, talk of feeling useless but nothing else. mostly fluffy.
With every swing of your blade you feel your arms growing weaker and weaker. Your body is tired due to Noctis refusing to admit he was also tired and keeping the group on the road all day. The sun is setting above you but the heat from midday continues on. Despite the sunset Noctis still refuses to rest. Another swing, and a cramp in your wrist. You know that if you let your sword fall you will be viewed as a failure. You’d be failing as a guard for Noctis, the training you went through with Gladiolus for moments exactly like this one would all be for nothing. Prompto, even as your best friend, would look at you differently. And most of all you’d be disappointing Ignis.
But your legs are giving out, and your sword is becoming much too heavy to carry in your hands. You try to focus on your breathing, channeling all your strength into your arms to keep your sword up. Another swing. Another. A shot from Prompto's gun rings out and kills the enemy in front of you.
“You okay?” His voice is laced with worry, even as he continues to fire his gun around. More eyes are on you now. This is exactly what you didn’t want. They couldn’t see you like this. They needed to focus. You shoot Prompto a curt nod and move on with your blade hanging dangerously close to the ground. Another enemy, a heavy swing, and a swift jab to finish it off. Your blade sticks in its chest and you're unable to pull it out.
The battle is over and every enemy surrounding you is now lying around you on the ground, killed by other members of the group. Still embarrassment pulses through your body and you continue to pull weakly at the handle of your sword.
“Goddamnit!” You send an aggressive kick into the animal laying in front of you, pulling your sword out finally. It doesn’t get very far and you hear the metal clang as it hits the ground.
“That’s quite enough. The battle is over.” Ignis’ heavy hand lands on your shoulder but you refuse to look up from the place your sword rests. Your breath is heavy as you feel Ignis bend his shoulders looking to meet your eyes. You know the view he’s getting, sweaty face, red from over exertion and growing ever redder from embarrassment. Your muscles are sore enough to make your whole body shake, and your skin is covered in a layer of dirt wetted by the sweat running along your body.
His face finally meets your eyes, brimmed with tears and still refusing to look into his. You know he sees, and it only makes you more embarrassed. You blink and a single tear makes a slow journey down your cheek, dripping off your jaw. To your surprise, though, Ignis doesn’t say anything about it.
“Alright Noct, I propose we set up camp for the night. I believe we’ve had enough for today. I’ll prepare something for us to eat.” Noctis is silent and for a moment you honestly think he’s going to refuse, but your shoulders fall in relief when he agrees to Ignis’ idea. You fling your sword onto your back, wiping your face of any wetness before turning back to the group with a tired smile on your face.
With Noctis and Gladiolus in the front, Ignis following close behind and Prompto holding himself back to wait for you. “Hey..um.. Are you okay?”
“Hm?” You look at him, eyes red, but you don’t make eye contact for very long to keep him from suspecting anything.
“It’s just you seemed unfocused on the field. And, right now, you look like you're about to cry.” You notice that Ignis slows in front of you, walking just close enough to hear you speak.
You look at Prompto again, putting a smile on your face as best you can, “No need to worry bud. I’ve never been better! Let’s just get to the regalia.” Prompto looks like he wants to say something else but he stays quiet.
When you finally get to the Regalia you hop in the backseat so you don’t have to speak to Ignis. You feel worthless and the possibility of him looking at you with pity or shame in his eyes has your stomach rolling just thinking about it. You don’t speak the whole car ride, even though Prompto's fingers play with the bracelet on your wrist and you can feel a pair of eyes burning into you from the rearview mirror.
You think about what had started these thoughts that were hindering your abilities. Two months ago, you remember, you had made it clear to Ignis that you had gained strong feelings for him and to your surprise those feelings were returned. However ever since that moment you had been pushing yourself much farther than usual to keep him impressed. The last thing you would ever want to do is make him disappointed. But your performance had been worsening as you continued to overwork yourself. Instead of making yourself stronger you were just making yourself a bigger liability.
His eyes still bore into you from the mirror, you can feel them. When you move your eyes to meet his, he keeps eye contact for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. You let out a heavy sigh before looking back at the land passing by the car, a wet line traveling down your cheek once more, quickly wiped away by your hands. Though, your sniffle is hard to cover up and you feel that same set of eyes on you once more.
Ignis pulls over maybe a half hour later, your eyes are teetering on the edge of closing but when the car comes to a full stop you climb out with an uncharacteristic rush of energy. They set up camp, sharing jokes with each other, everyone but Ignis. He’s quiet as he sets up a place to cook dinner. He places a stool on the side, an unusual sight for someone who usually stands but it makes sense when his eyes meet yours and he points to the stool sternly.
You feel weirdly as if you were in trouble so after your sword is placed safely by your tent, you walk over to the stool sluggishly and sit in front of him. The sternness he wore before is gone as he speaks to you now. “What would you like to eat my dear?”
The pet name rolls off his tongue so fluidly it would make you weak in the knees if you weren’t already seated.
“Will you make my favorite?” Ignis nods, a warm smile on his face before he begins cooking. All you can do is stare at him, he looks so at peace when he’s cooking and it almost puts you at peace too. Almost. But suddenly your mind is racing to your thoughts from before and you are thinking about how disappointed he must be in you. You turn to look at the fire where Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio are all sitting talking with each other and you think about going to sit with them instead but when a bowl is placed in your lap, the idea leaves your head.
“Thank you, Iggy.” You lock eyes and you swear you see pink glide across his cheeks before he turns to make dinner for himself and the boys. You didn’t know why but he always ensures that you eat whatever you want him to make, before the boys have eaten at all.
After you finish eating you move to clean your bowl off, and you feel a presence behind you. His low and tired voice sends a shiver through your bones.
“I need you to sit up on the table once you're finished.” It’s Ignis. His voice makes your stomach stir again but you do as he says. The other three boys are still at the fire, far enough away that they wouldn’t hear the words leaving his mouth. Their laughs echo through your campsite. Your eyes stay glued to your boots, legs hanging off the edge and swinging around. You were waiting to be berated, or for him to say he was disappointed in your performance, or chastise you for showing weakness on the battlefield.
But none of that ever comes. Instead his hand moves to cup your cheek, lifting your face up to look at him. In his other hand he holds a washcloth, which he dips into a bucket of water he had already filled. “You have a cut on your cheek, may I?” With warm cheeks, you nod at him, giving him your permission.
Slowly he lifts the rag up to your face, gently wiping away a layer of grime and dried blood from the side of your face. Even though you didn’t feel it before, the water dripping down your skin and the roughness of the rag makes the cut sting and your skin tingle. As he wipes away at your skin, and the stinging becomes more noticeable you try to focus on anything else.
His hand is still on your cheek but the warmth is not enough to distract you from the tingle on your cheekbone. Your eyes scan around for something more, landing on his face. His hair is down, a rare occurrence. It’s his lazy hair, his after the shower hair, his ‘I ran out of gel’ hair. Your fingers twitch, a reflex from wanting to run your fingers through it, but they don't move. You don’t feel the stinging anymore.
He tosses the rag back into the bucket of water, but his eyes don’t leave yours. It almost feels like he’s caging you on the table with the way his hands are resting by both of your thighs.
You take the opportunity to touch his hair like you had wanted to before. His hair hangs in front of his eyes and you lift your hand to move it out of his face, running your fingers through his hair towards the nape of his neck. But his eyes are still on yours and the thoughts come back all at once, hands falling to your lap and eyes following quickly after.
“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or do I have to figure that one out on my own?” Your eyes are glued to your hands still, and a sigh leaves his mouth moving the hairs in front of your face. Your hands are shaking in your lap when one of his own hands finds your face again. But you still don’t answer him.
“My darling..” He moves your face to meet his once more , “I know something is bothering you. Please, will you tell me so I can help you?” Even with his glasses on, the softness in his eyes shines through.
“I feel useless Iggy..” A breath you didn’t realize you were holding flies from your lips, and your eyes cloud with tears. “I have been trying..so hard..to keep you impressed with what I can do. And Noct has been staying on the road longer than at our campsites, so I’ve been using all the little energy I have to be a better fighter and to make sure you're not disappointed in me.” You continue to blubber out, “And I’m so sorry Ignis. I know I screwed up today. Please don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to cry. I’m sorry for crying.”
You struggle to form coherent sentences in between trying to catch your breath. You become flush from embarrassment, crying like a little kid while his eyes never leave your face. Your eyes red from wiping at tears before they fall and your nose pink from sniffling. Even your lips become puffy, and you wear a pout as you try to stifle sobs from falling out. His thumb rubs your cheek, wrapping his other arm around you to the small of your back to pull you into a tight embrace.
The smell of his cologne fills your nose, and as you stay in his arms clinging to his torso, your sobs begin to lessen. Slowly, after making you take some deep breaths, he pulls away to look you in your eyes again.
“First of all. You could never disappoint me, get that idea out of that pretty head of yours, and in no way did you ‘screw up’ today. Shedding tears does not make you weak, even if you do it while holding a sword. And I could never be mad at you for crying,” He cups your cheeks in his hands, both this time, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs, “You are not useless, my dear, you are one of the strongest people I know. You pushed through exhaustion to keep Noct safe and I am so proud.”
Your lips curve at the corners, just barely, but just as quickly leave when Ignis speaks again.
“However. You will not be pushing through said exhaustion anymore and I will be ensuring that we stop much more often to prevent this. No matter what Noctis says about it.” He places a soft kiss to your cheek, and the curvature returns to your lips.
“One more, for me?” You puff your lips out towards him in a half-teasing manner but when his hands that cup your cheeks pull you in with a smile dancing on his own lips, your face breaks out in flames of pink.
His lips meet yours softly, yours wet and plump from crying and his slightly cracked from being out in the sunny desert for so long. Ignis is gentle, like he’s scared to be too rough due to your fragile state, but he holds his lips against your long enough to make you flustered. He pulls away, removing one hand from your cheek but keeping the other on your face to feel the warmth of your blush under his palm.
“Now let us join the others by the fire, yeah?”
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Frustrating Feelings -Noctis Lucis Caelum-
masterlist | request
Prompt: I would love to request a Noctis x reader where both of them fought non stop and the chocobros kept making jokes about the tension between female reader and noctis being a little NSFW and needed to fix it!
Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Fem!Reader
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Word Count: 846
“When are you going to do it already?” Prompto groaned out of nowhere. The two of you glared back to find everyone else staring at you with crossed arms.
“What?” “Excuse me?” Noctis and yourself spoke simultaneously before stepping away from each other. You both making disgusted face while stepping further way from each other.
Gladio let out a booming laugh before stepping towards the crowned prince. “You really outta just admit it. Before we all go insane.” The larger man threw his arm around Noctis, who looked up with narrow eyes. “We know you have a thing for her. All this arguing you do? It’s all the frustration built up from lack of action, and you just really like her. Just get over it and ask her out for something. Better yet spend a night alone together. Locked in a room, just the two of you.”
Before Noctis would disagree, out the corner of his eyes he notices you and Ignis talking in the corner. At first glance it was easy to tell the advisor was simply trying to calm your emotions. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from having a unwelcoming feeling of jealousy at the sight.
He shook away the feelings before turning back to Gladio. “Why would I even want that?” The shield’s booming laugh could be heard to everyone in the group, causing everyone to turn and look towards the pair.
“Come to room 4, please. There is something we’d like to discuss with you”
Noctis stared down at his phone and frowned. It was rare for Ignis to invite someone out this late.
Cautiously, Noctis left the confines of his rented room and traveled town down to the requested room.
A soon as the door unlatched and swung open, Noctis was turning on his heels. Standing on the other side of the bed, facing away from the door, was you.
The sound of the door caught your attention, causing you to spin around with a smile on your face. Yet that smile dwindled away once you realized Noctis was standing in the doorway instead of Ignis.
Unfortunate for Noctis, before he could sneak out the room and back to his own, your voice rang through his ears.
“Why are you here?”
“I was invited here, what are you doing here? Before Noctis could stop himself, a response fell from his lips.
You scoffed at his response. “No. I was invited here by Ignis, and he promised you wouldn't be anyway near here.” You folded your arms with a slight pout forming on your lips. “Well i suppose that’s the difference between us. I’m mature enough to be around you.”
Your eyes went wide at his words before they narrowed in his direction. A noticeable smirk formed on his lips at the all too familiar sight of your anger.
Before you could stop yourself a strong rebuttal flew from your lips. The smirk fell for a brief second before returning with one of his own.
The two of you continued to argue. Throwing words and arms around, point at each other. All until the voices stalled out and left heavy breathing in its wake.
For a split second you’re eyes met. All the anger that previously filled you disbanded, leaving the feeling of need and want.
Two sets of hands flew around each other as you both drew the other closer. Your hands inching upwards as your nails begin to dig into his soft strands before pulling slightly.
A soft moan left his slightly parted lips while his hands moved down your sides. Feeling your figure along the while before moving back upwards, taking the thin fabric of your shirt with him.
The only time the contact was lost was when you were removing clothes from each others body.
In a messy mix of passion and overdeveloped frustration, the pair falls on the bed. Rolling around the sheets as it begin to jumble up underneath your naked forms.
After several minuets, Noctis finally pinned you down on your back. Before he could pull back, a pain pulsed through his body beginning at his lip.
The prince jolts back at the shock before bringing a fingertips to his lips then into his vision. He left out a soft ‘hmm’ at the sight of his own blood.
His eyes peered down at the innocent look resting on your face. A smirk falls on his lips at the sight. “You’re gonna regret doing that”
♡♡♡♡♡
When the sun finally broke through the darkness of night. the other members of the group slowly crept into the silent room. Each head peeking in through the small crack between the door and its frame.
Prompto coven his mouth to avoid a loud squeal from erupting from his mouth.
Ignis let out a long yet soft sigh, hoping that the long arguments and one-upping days are long gone.
Gladio simply smirked. His eyes moved between the two bodies laying together in the bed to his two friends on either side of him before moving back to the bed.
“Finally”
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Anyways *deep breath* thanks @omalahsocs for making me think SO MUCH about this bcz of the prompt during stream. It's very late and I'm tired but I want to get the concepts down before I lay down and presumably forget all about it
So heres some Trans Girl Noctis ideas to ruminate on
I've said it before I'll say it again: her sculpted shoulders are one of her FAVORITE parts of herself and she is PERMANENTLY salty it means struggling to find dresses and blouses that fit
(Thanks to omalah) A? Corset?? You're galaxy brained
Corsets are just Gender it doesn't matter what the gender IS they're just Gender and wonderful. Tiss isn't sure about them at first but then she tries one on and it's like. A back brace that pushes her pecs up. She looks hot as FUCK
I'm probably going to draw this at some point gfdi
All of the chocobros are supportive in their own ways but absolutely nothing compared to how feral Prompto is. He hears a misgender and he is about to Throw Down. He hears "His Majesty" and Prompto is pulling out a gun
He goes through all of Tiss's mail and crosses out everything addressed Incorrectly with a sort of manic glee that Ignis doesn't even dare stop him
Ignis is so supportive in an Ignis way. He does All the research. He's that ally that knows more about trans experiences through research than most trans people do from personal experience. While they can't exactly do much for her transition medically on the road and technically being fugitives (and she's not overly concerned either) he still goes over every single potential option she has just so she Knows
Ignis is very annoyed that they actually Do Not Have The Funds to help Noctis like, socially transition in terms of clothing and jewelry and presentation. Tiss has to inform him that she is still perfectly happy dressing masc on the regular because they are, in fact, war fugitives and no, she does NOT need a new wardrobe
He still finds little ways to help her feel a little fem. Ignis is the one who starts to paint her nails for her and will on occasion just hand her a hair clip or small bits of jewelry she's not sure how he got
If Ignis ever gets the chance to find Noctis feminine formal ware he just about has a heart attack because instead of her usual grumping and groaning about how stupid formal wear is she is actually very tentatively excited. She definitely wants to wear the pretty dresses, Iggy. She doesn't UNDERSTAND a lot about fashion and shit but going over dozens of pretty dresses is a million times funner than going over dozens of suits.
She still gets bored after like an hour. But that's an hour of Noctis going through CLOTHES. Ignis is taking so many notes
Gladio isn't very like outwardly supportive or anything but he is so good at being the scariest thing in the room. He will Loom behind her and make people think twice about talking shit
He is the one who has to nearly tackle Prompto from trying to attack people at the SLIGHTEST hint of bigotry
He's not good at fancy shit. But while they're on the road, living out of the armiger and clothes bought from thrift stores and hunter depots, Gladio helps resize dresses and shirts and everything that won't fit her
He's not the one who'll give a nice pep talk or comfort her when she's down but he WILL be the first to pull her aside and ask very seriously if she needs a hug
Being the one and only one of them with a living female family member, Gladio also is the resident "Iris does X girly thing, if that helps?"
The day that Prompto and Noctis wear matching skirts Gladio calls them fucking ridiculous, ruffles their hair, and threatens to lock them in a closet together
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The Blizzard Astarion x Fem Tav
'TIS I. AND I BRING SMUT.
The Blizzard
ObsidianRose96
Summary:
“Damn, I was hoping I could try and sleep through it. Gods, there must be some way to try and warm up. Maybe if I cast fireball? No, no the cave is too shallow, I’d incinerate us. Burning hands?” Astarion clears his throat, getting your attention. “Sorry to interrupt your pondering but I may have a way. You’re probably not going to like it though.” “Do I even dare to ask?” “Sex.” “What?” “Sex.” He repeats. “I know, I know, it’s not the most ideal solution, but it could work.” Astarion and Tav get caught in a blizzard.
Notes:
Hey guys! As always thank you so much for taking the time to read this absolute dumpster fire. If I'm a little rusty, I do apologize, I took a long break from writing due to a family emergency. Now that I'm back in the saddle, I do want to mention I'm currently taking one-shot commissions for $10 each. It can be any character, SFW, NSFW, any sort of relationship, etc. I'm LGBTQ friendly. (I know I haven't posted any LGBTQ stuff on my AO3, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to it.) Anyways, if you have any ideas you'd like me to bring to life, let me know. Now that I'm done with my self insert promo, I hope you guys enjoy this one! Thank you all so much for taking the time to read my works. It means so much to me!
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It takes almost everything you have to fight the winds of the raging winter storm that had suddenly and unexpectedly overtaken your group. You had all been separated by the white walls of wind that lashed out over the land. Somehow by the grace of the gods you had stumbled into a nearby cave. It wasn’t an ideal place to take shelter but it was better than nothing. As you stumble inside covered in ice and snow a familiar voice calls out to you.
“Tav? Tav!”
Astarion, for once, looks thrilled to see you. The elf is wrapped in an old, tattered looking blanket, sitting by a small pile of rocks, sticks and branches that he’s gathered.
“No, oh Gods, no. I’d rather be stuck with anyone but you.” You sigh.
“I’d say I feel the same way but right now you’re the best chance we have for survival. Think you can light that?” He asks, pointing towards his pile of dead foliage.
“Hang on, let me see.”
Fiat Lux!
The cave lights up, letting you see much more clearly.
“Maybe? We’re downwind so it shouldn’t be an issue. But even if I can, the fire won’t last long. There’s not enough fuel here to keep it going. And who knows how long this storm’s gonna last.”
“Anything is better than nothing right now.” Say’s Astarion.
“Don’t let this get to your head but, you’re absolutely right. Okay, stand back. Gods please let this work… Ignis!”
Orange and yellow flames shoot up from Astarion’s makeshift campfire. It would take a little bit for the cave to warm up so the two of you stay as close as you can to the fire without getting burnt.
"So, about this storm... Where do you think it came from?" Asks Astarion. "It was bright and sunny not that long ago."
"I'm not sure. But I don't think it's a natural occurrence. Something or someone had to have caused this. We may need to investigate further into it."
"Or, we could keep on our current path and make our way to Baldur's Gate. Need I remind you we're on a bit of a time crunch?"
"I know, I know, but what if this proves to be a problem between here and there? What if this is meant to stop us or slow us down?"
"I think you're thinking too far into this." Say's Astarion.
"And I think you're an ignorant prick." You clap back.
The two of you glare at one another. This was going to be a long day. Or days. Gods you hope this storm wouldn't last too long.
The cave falls silent, with nothing but the crackling of the fire and the howling wind echoing off it's rocky interior. Neither of you really wanted to speak to one another. But as the ice and snow begins to melt off of your hair and clothing, the fabric becomes soaking wet. A pool of water begins to form around you.
“I’d take those off if I were you.” Astarion suggests.
“What? My clothes? Absolutely not! The last thing I want is for you to see me naked!” You shout.
“Please darling, I’m certain I’ve seen better.” Says Astarion, checking out his nails. “Besides, you don’t want to be stuck in wet clothing if and when the fire goes out. I figured that was common knowledge. Take them off and set them by the fire, they’ll dry out quicker. In fact, I should probably do the same.” He lets the blanket fall around him and begins to pull his shirt off over his head.
You sit there for a second, knowing damned good and well he was right again. Was your modesty really worth the potential hypothermia?
“Can you stop being right today? I can’t stand it.” You say as you pull your tunic over your head.
“I don’t know. I rather enjoy driving you mad.” Say’s Astarion.
A few hours go by. The cave is practically silent once more. You sit with your back turned to Astarion in an attempt to conceal yourself, watching as the storm continues to rage on outside.
“Are my clothes dry yet?” You ask.
“Not quite. They're still pretty damp.” Says Astarion. “How long do you think this storm is going to last?”
“I have no idea.” You say. “But hopefully it ends soon. I’m worried about the others. Gods I hope they’re okay.”
“The others, yes. Gale, I could take or leave but hopefully the rest of them are safe and sound.” Says Astarion.
You turn around, covering your breasts with your hands and glare at him. “Don’t be a prick. Gale is wonderful and he’s a great ally. In fact I’d rather be stuck in this situation with him right now than you.” You sneer.”
Just as Astarion’s about to retort, the flames of the fire extinguish themselves, leaving nothing behind but a few plumes of smoke. The two of you look at one another, realizing your situation just became much more dire.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! You have got to be fucking kidding me! I thought we had at least a few more hours left!” You shout. “Shit, shit, shit! The warmth isn’t going to last long.” You go to reach for your clothes but Astarion stops you. “They’re still damp. If you put those on now hypothermia will set in. Here, get under here with me.” He says, picking up the blanket.
“No! I'm not-
“Gods damn it woman, put aside how you feel about me for just a little while and come here! Astarion shouts. “As much as I despise you I’d hate to see you die like this!”
You're a bit taken aback. You’ve never heard Astarion yell at anyone like that. "O-okay." You slowly walk over towards him and take a seat on the cold, hard ground. He attempts to wrap the blanket around the two of you but it’s not large enough to encompass you both.
“Well, you tried. Maybe there’s another blanket laying around here somewhere. You did find that thing in here, didn’t you?”
“Yes but as far as I know it’s the only one. Trust me, I searched this cave top to bottom the moment I ended up inside of it. Here, sit in my lap.” Says Astarion, spreading his legs. “I might be able to keep you warm like this.”
You don’t argue this time. “It’s like this day just keeps getting worse and worse.” You sigh, as you settle yourself between him.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
He wraps his arms around you, surrounding you with the blanket. While it's not quite enough it does offer you a little bit of warmth. And right now you’ll take just about anything.
“Thank you.” You mumble.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I’m having a hard time hearing over the wind.” Says Astarion.
“I said thank you.” This time your words are much clearer.
“You’re welcome, darling. Incredible, I didn’t think you had manners.” He teases.
"Oh, shut up."
Another hour or so passes with no sign of the storm weakening. You don’t realize it but somehow at some point you manage to doze off, falling asleep against Astarions chest.
It’s strange for him to see you up close like this for more than just a few minutes. Your soft breaths, the rise and fall of your chest, the two of you being skin to skin. There’s something about it that stirs something within him, a feeling he’s not quite certain about.
A rouge strand of hair falls into your face and he brushes it away, careful not to wake you. He wanted you to be as comfortable as you possibly could be in a situation like this. He knew he wasn’t the best person to be stuck with. Not just because of what you had said earlier, not because your constant bickering and disagreements, but because he was a vampire spawn, an undead. Anyone else could provide you with the necessary body heat. He was just a cold shell of what used to be an elf.
But why did he suddenly care? Where were all of these strange, new feelings coming from? Was it simply biology? The two of you were completely nude and leaning against one another after all. Perhaps it was simply his body’s natural response to having someone laying against him like this. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something more. Something he had been keeping repressed in the back of his mind.
He snaps out of his thoughts when you begin to stir in his arms. “It still hasn’t passed through?” You ask, looking out towards the cave entrance. “How long was I asleep for?”
“About an hour or so.”
“Damn, I was hoping I could try and sleep through it. Gods, there must be some way to try and warm up. Maybe if I cast fireball? No, no the cave is too shallow, I’d incinerate us. Burning hands?”
Astarion clears his throat, getting your attention. “Sorry to interrupt your pondering but I may have an idea. You’re probably not going to like it though.”
“Do I even dare to ask?”
“Sex.” Say's Astarion, bluntly.
“What?”
“Sex.” He repeats. “I know, I know, it’s not the most ideal solution, but it could work.”
“Hold on, let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly. You want me to have sex with you?”
“I’m only suggesting it because I’ve heard stories like this.” Says Astarion. "People get stuck out in the cold and have sex to warm up."
“That sounds like something you’d read in a smutty novel.” You say.
“Look, where I learned that information from isn’t important. Keeping you alive is.”
"Wouldn't that require body heat?" You ask.
"Not necessarily. I'm sure I could warm you up without it. I'm very experienced after all." He boasts.
You look down. “Well...It's worth a shot I suppose.”
Astarion perks up. “Really? I mean- only if you’re sure you want to.”
“I think I do.” You say. “But you tell no one about this. Understood?”
“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” Say’s Astarion. He pulls the blanket off of the two of you and spreads it out on the ground. “Lie down.”
You do as he says, laying down on the old, tattered, cloth. He crawls on top of you, and as he does so you can clearly see that he’s already erect. Was he doing this for his own gain or because he actually cared for your well being? If it actually worked you wouldn’t care. As long as you were warm.
He leans down and you wrap your arms around his neck. “I never thought I’d ever ask you this but, can I kiss you? I think it'd make this more comfortable for me.”
He smiles down at you. It’s not his usual snarky smirk. It’s an actual, warm, smile. “Of course darling.”
His lips are soft as they press against yours. His lips were as cold as the ice and snow that whipped around wildly outside. But the feeling itself was warm. It felt like rays of sunshine on a warm summer day, the caress of a lover when they returned home from working all day. While your mind protested, silently screaming at you about how terribly wrong this was, your heart objected. Something about this felt so right.
His tongue parts your lips, eager to explore the inside of your mouth and you let him. His hands begin to run down your curves and you savor each touch, silently begging him to go further down. The sudden ache you felt between your thighs was eager to be quelled and you found yourself desperately wanting him to touch you.
But he doesn’t. He has other plans.
His hands trail back up, one finds itself in your hair and the other grabs a handful of your right breast. He slips his tongue out of your mouth and slowly trails soft kisses down your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh. You can’t help but shiver beneath him as his lips dance across all of the sensitive spots on your neck. Just that alone was causing you to get slick with want.
You couldn’t believe it but his plan was actually working. You were already starting to feel warmer.
“That feel good, darling?” He murmurs against your skin.
“Y-yes. Really good.” You say.
“Yeah? Well I can assure you, this is going to feel so much better.” He says
Before you can ask him what he’s going to do he starts to go further down, taking your breasts into his palms. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, careful not to pierce the delicate flesh with his fangs. The other he twirls between the pads of his fingers, rolling it around in a way that makes you moan.
He releases it with a wet pop, looking down at you with a dark grin. “Are you happy? That you’re stuck with me and not the wizard?”
“That depends on how well you fuck me.” You say. You quickly cover your mouth with your hands and your face flushes. “Oh Gods, did I really just say that?”
“Is that so? That’s hardly a challenge darling. You’re dancing with a professional after all.” He boasts.
“Y-yeah? Then show me.”
His grin grows wider and something flashes behind his crimson colored eyes. “As you wish.”
He throws your legs over his shoulders and slides down your body, right until his face is level with your weeping sex. He keeps eye contact as he slowly licks a strip up your folds. The feeling is new and so incredibly hot that you can’t help but gasp. Most of your sexual encounters had been quick, heat of the moment escapades that didn’t involve any sort of foreplay. This was something you could get used to.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” Astarion purrs.
“I do. I really, really do.” You moan.
He licks another slow strip up your seam, and another, and another. Each painfully slower than its predecessor.
“Astarion, please. I need more!” You beg.
He looks up at you and grins. “I don’t know if you could handle more. You’re already so deliciously wet for me already.”
“Astarion, please !” You cry. “I want-
Before you can finish your sentence he shoves his face between your folds, licking and lapping at your velvety walls, feasting on the forbidden flower between your legs. Your hands find his hair and tug on his silver colored locks, guiding him to all the right spots. Then he finds that spot. That little bud of nerves that made you completely unravel each time you found a private moment to yourself. He teases it at first, circling it with his tongue, finding pleasure in your involuntary writhing and wriggling. His short nails dig into your hips, holding you still as he continues, only this time he starts to gently suck on your clit.
Oh gods, you’re close. So gods damned close! Your lewd moans echo throughout the cave as Astarion continues to unravel you with his tongue. And just as you’re about to cum, he pulls away. His face glistens in the light as he smiles down at you.
“Astarion!” You whine.
“Hush darling. I’m sorry I robbed you of your little death but I really want to be inside of you when you cum.” He says, positioning himself at your entrance. “I want to feel you come undone around me.”
“Fuck me Astarion! Please! I want to feel your cock inside of me!” You cry out.
“As you wish.”
He slides himself inside of you, filling you up and stretching your walls. You let out a satisfied moan, already so close to the edge again. The cave is filled with echoes of your debauchery. Every moan, every thrust, every cry of pleasure is amplified, so much so that neither of you hear the storm's winds dying down.
“I’m going to cum inside of you Tav. Claim you as my own. No one else is going to touch you, do you understand me?” Astarion growls.
“Yes! I’m yours Astarion, I’m yours!” Astarions pace begins to falter, becoming quicker and erratic. You know he’s close and you prepare yourself for your own climax. With a few more thrusts you finally come undone. The walls of your cunt spasm and tighten around Astarion’s cock as you become fully undone. Your mind goes blank, your back arches and your toes curl as you finally fall off that peak and into a sea of pleasure, letting the waves swallow you up.
“I’m going to cum inside of you now. You’re mine Tav, you hear me? Mine!”
With one final thrust Astarion reaches his own climax, filling you with his warm, thick, spend. You’re left a breathless mess beneath him as you try and recover from what just happened.
“Are you all warmed up now?” Astarion asks.
“Y-yeah, I’d say so.” You say through heaved breaths. “But I may get cold again here-
“Oh good gods!”
The two of you turn around to see Shadowheart shielding her eyes.
"Well, so much for keeping this a secret." Say's Astarion.
“Oh thank the gods! Shadowheart! You’re alive!” You’re about to get up but Shadowheart stops you.
“No, no. Please, just stay there. I’ve already been traumatized enough for two lifetimes.”
“Please, like you've never seen tits before? I know what you and Lae'zel do late at night. Do you know where the others are?”
“Yes, we found an old, abandoned cottage that we took shelter in. When the storm died down we started to look for the two of you. And it seems I’m the unlucky person who found you.”
“Heh, sorry about that, I was just so cold and Astarion suggested-
“Please, no more. I’d rather not hear the details. Just get dressed, covered up, something that doesn’t involve me seeing your genitals. I’ll wait outside.”
You watch as Shadowheart walks out of the cave, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath.
“Well, I suppose we should get dressed now.” You say, getting up from off the ground.” Are our clothes even dry?” You reach out and touch your top, dismayed that it’s still damp. “Oh well, hopefully we won’t have to wear them for too long. Maybe Shadowheart or Lae’zel have something I can borrow until we find where we left all of our stuff.”
You pull your tunic over your head, shivering when its cool fabric touches your skin.
You turn to look back at Astarion. “Oh and, um….thanks for everything that happened moments ago. It was…nice. And effective.”
“Of course darling. If you need to warm up again, do come and let me know. I'd be more than happy to help.” He says. “By the way, I hope you don’t forget what I said earlier.”
“About?”
“About you being mine.” Say’s Astarion.
“Oh. That wasn’t just a bunch of pre-nut babbling?” You ask.
“What? No! No! I meant what I said. I mean, come on, I know I wasn’t the only one who felt a spark between us.”
“Astarion, we despised each other a few hours ago.” You say.
“Yes but we also haven’t spent time together for more than a few minutes. You’re actually a lot more tolerable than I originally thought. Look, there was something there, I can’t deny it. And neither can you. Why not let it play out? See where it goes? We don't have to put labels on anything. We can still be us but we can be a little more exclusive."
You smirk. "You don't want to see me flirt with Gale, do you?"
"No! I mean, yes. I'd prefer not to see you flirting with Gale, of all people but that's not entirely why. I need to see where this goes. If it doesn't work than it doesn't work and we can go our separate ways. But for now- he takes your hand into his -lets see where this takes us."
You place your free hand on top of his. "Alright fine. We'll see where this ends. Besides, if we ever get in another situation like this, at least I know I'll be warm."
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FIRE NPT PACK!!
Down below, you'll find firey pronouns, burning hot titles, ignited names, and all the alike fire/flame/lava genders!
Enjoy my firey loves! ❤
Pronouns:
Ar/Arso/Arson/Arsons/Arsonself
Ab/Abla/Ablaze/Ablazes/Ablazeself
Ar/Ardo/Ardor/Ardors/Ardorself
Ca/Cand/Candle/Candles/Candleself
Fer/Ferv/Fervor/Fervors/Fervorself
Fi/Fir/Fire/Fires/Fireself
Fir/Firestro/Firestorm/Firestorms/Firestormself
Fir/Firebo/Firebolt/Firebolts/Fireboltself
Fir/Firebu/Firebug/Firebugs/Firebugself
Fir/Firebo/Firebomb/Firebombs/Firebombself
Fir/Fireshi/Fireshine/Fireshines/Fireshineself
Fir/Firestri/Firestriker/Firestrikers/Firestrikerself
Fir/Fireba/Fireball/Fireballs/Fireballself
Fir/Firewo/Firewood/Firewoods/Firewoodself
Fir/Firepro/Fireproof/Fireproofs/Fireproofself
Fir/Firecra/Firecracker/Firecrackers/Firecrackerself
Fir/Firebre/Firebreak/Firebreaks/Firebreakself
Fir/Firef/Firefly/Fireflys/Fireflyself
Fir/Fireli/Firelight/Firelights/Firelightself
Fir/Firewa/Firewalker/Firewalkers/Firewalkerself
Fie/Fier/Fiery/Fierys/Fieryself
Fla/Flam/Flame/Flames/Flameself
Flame/Flamethro/Flamethrower/Flamethrowers/Flamethrowerself
Flame/Flamma/Flammable/Flammables/Flammableself
Fla/Flar/Flare/Flares/Flareself
Fur/Furna/Furnace/Furnaces/Furnaceself
Kin/Kind/Kindle/Kindles/Kindleself
La/Lav/Lava/Lavas/Lavaself
Ma/Mag/Magma/Magmas/Magmaself
Vol/Volca/Volcano/Volcanos/Volcanoself
He/Hea/Heat/Heats/Heatself
Hell/Hellfie/Hellfire/Hellfires/Hellfireself
Hot/Hotco/Hotcoal/Hotcoals/Hotcoalself
Spa/Spar/Spark/Sparks/Sparkself
Bu/Bur/Burn/Burns/Burnself
Bla/Blaz/Blaze/Blazes/Blazeself
Bla/Blas/Blast/Blasts/Blastself
Bo/Bonfi/Bonfire/Bonfires/Bonfireself
Ig/Igni/Ignite/Ignites/Igniteself
In/Infer/Inferno/Infernos/Infernoself
In/Infer/Infernal/Infernals/Infernalself
Incin/Inciner/Incinerate/Incinerates/Incinerateself
Obi/Obsid/Obsidian/Obsidians/Obsidianself
Oxy/Oxyge/Oxygen/Oxygens/Oxygenself
War/Warm/Warmth/Warmths/Warmthself
Wild/Wildfir/Wildfire/Wildfires/Wildfireself
Wood/Woodfir/Woodfire/Woodfires/Woofireself
Sco/Scor/Scorch/Scorchs/Scorchself
Ser/Sera/Seraphim/Seraphims/Seraphimself
So/Soo/Soot/Soots/Sootself
Smo/Smok/Smoke/Smokes/Smokeself
Smo/Smoul/Smoulder/Smoulders/Smoulderself
Py/Pyr/Pyro/Pyros/Pyroself
Py/Pyr/Pyre/Pyres/Pyreself
Phoe/Phoen/Phoenix/Phoenixs/Phoenixself
To/Tor/Torch/Torchs/Torchself
Com/Combust/Combustion/Combusts/Combustionself
Ca/Campfi/Campfire/Campfires/Campfireself
Co/Coa/Coal/Coals/Coalself
Char/Charco/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoalself
Cre/Crem/Cremate/Cremates/Cremateself
🔥/🔥's
💥/💥's
🐦🔥/🐦🔥's
❤️🔥/❤️🔥's
☄️/☄️'s
🌋/🌋's
🏜/🏜's
🕯/🕯's
☀/☀'s
🌟/🌟's
⭐/⭐'s
Titles:
(X) Who Burns
The Pyromaniac
The Phoenix
Risen From The Ashes
Born From The Flames
Born From Hellfire
Dancing In The Flames
The Firestorm
The Incinerated
(X) Who Commits Arson
The Fire Dancer
The Lava Dancer
The Volcano Guardian
Guardian of The Flames
The Flame-Winged
(X) Who Will Never Burn
Names:
Fem: Aine, Adara, Alinta, Anala, Apollonia, Aguya, Arpina, Brenda, Bedelia, Caldia, Cyra, Cemre, Cinder, Enya, Fiamma, Fiametta, Helene, Homura, Hinata, Hinoka, Helia, Hestia, Kenina, Kaede, Kyra, Keahi, Kamala, Kalinda, Kenna, Mirri, Mehri, McKenna, Narine, Noora, Pele, Pyraxia, Pyrena, Piret, Oriane, Seraphina, Starfire, Savita, Sunniva, Solana, Tana, Tinna, Vesta, Zinara,
Masc: Afi, Aodh, Ashbel, Apollo, Anatole, Aarush, Aidan, Aiden, Blaze, Blayze, Blaise, Brando, Brantley, Branton, Brent, Brenton, Conleth, Conley, Cole, Cyrus, Egan, Eilidh, Elio, Finlo, Fintan, Fuji, Flint, Haco, Hagan, Hakan, Hayden, Heilos, Heulfryn, Horus, Hugh, Hugo, Ignacio, Ignatius, Inigo, Ishaan, Kai, Kindle, Kaen, Kenneth, Keegan, Kiran, Kwasi, McCoy, Pyrrhus, Ra, Rhys, Sampson, Tyson, Vulcan,
Neu: Ardere, Aizel, Adan, Akosua, Ashfall, Aithne, Agni, Adish, Azar, Ash, Baskara, Brigid, Cymbeline, Ember, Eldis, Edan, Ignus, Iskra, Liekki, Mashal, Nuri, Pheonix, Pyro, Pyre, Surya, Sulien, Solaris, Sol, Seraph, Seraphin, Sol, Soleil, Sunfire, Tanwen, Uri, Ugnè, Xipil,
Genders:
Lavanatomic - A gender under the anatomic system(link), related to lava, anatomy, the "anatomy" of lava and molten rock, the anatomy of something or someone being made up of lava, having anatomy made of lava and so on.
Firegender - Firegender is a xenogender identity in which one's gender is in a constant state of change but never truly extinguishes. It is aesthetically linked to fire as a visual metaphor or symbol.
Fiergender - Fiergender [fier coming from the word 'fiery'] is a gender related to the colours red and orange, fire, foxes, anger, and heat. This gender may feel hot, angry/annoyed, and fiery.
Infernvambatic - A gender identity related to fire and vampire bats; vampire bats that are on fire; vampire bats with fire magic; the emoji combo 🔥🦇🔥; etc...
Burninglogic - .+ a gender related to the log/wood emoji (🪵), and the fire emoji (🔥) in some way. could be the emojis on their own, the smell of campires/burning wood, the aesthetic of wood and fire, etc.
CandLitScentic - A scentic gender related to the aroma of lit candles, scented or not, the smell of a burning wick and melting wax is heavily tied to one's gender.
Firedeity - a gender connected to fire and deities, a deity associated with fire, or a deity of fire.
Ragefiric - a gender relating to raging fires, of course! one may also connect with fiery tempers or things getting burnt
Sunfiregender - a gender related to the sun and fire somehow! could be about how the sun is sometimes called a ball of fire, could be related to setting fires with sunlight, just suns and fires separately, whatever!
Volcanogender/Lavagender/Magmagender - A gender that is dormant most of the time but sometimes erupts with extreme heat and intensity, similar to how volcanoes erupt. It can be used by itself or combined with other terms, e.g. volcanoboy, volcanogirl, volcanononbinary, etc.
Pyrapanthic - A combination of pyrogender and catgender, in which your gender is connected to big cats, fire, and the way that both are violent/aggressive in nature but aren't "bad" for being that way, they just are.
Lavagender - For a few days it’ll be a stable gender, nice and consistent. But after a while it turns into something completely different. And then that something will change into another thing that’s completely different after a few days time again.
PyromaniEnigmatic - an -enigmatic gender that relates to ones pyromania, being hard to fully understand and deal with, smoke and flames from the urges of pyromania obscuring clear vision and understanding of ones gender and ones pyromania being so deeply tied to ones gender that t becomes hard to understand it from any other angle but by the light of a burning flame.
Pyrofluid - A gender defined by a strong fire aesthetic, like pyrogender, but in this case a person can change between feeling “warm” and feeling “cold” about their gender. A pyrogender person always "feels warm" about the gender, it may just dwindle but never extinguish. Pyrofluid people can “feel cold”, and when that happens it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll be agender or on the agender spectrum. It may just mean that they end up feeling apathetic about their gender, not wanting to think about it.
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Expensive Tastes: Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Contains: Lingerie, teasing, dirty talk
Some foreplay and teasing in this one uwu
He could feel the bruises forming silently all over his body, he could feel his muscles slowly tightening from overworking himself during training. Gladio had made it very clear in training today how easy it was to fling the young prince everywhere as if he were a dog’s toy. The number of times he had to warp to avoid colliding with the walls or the floors had run him exhausted and sore. He was utterly drained, left to trudge to his chambers as he dreamed of his bed.
A soft hum radiated from his chest, pale lips flicking up into a very slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile. Soft, clean silky sheets that smelled of lavender and a hint of sylleblossom the maids had just laid down on his oversized bed. Overstuffed pillows made of the finest materials sitting, waiting, fluffed up waiting for him to rest his head and slip into the realm of unconsciousness. He wanted to feel your presence next to him, feel your weight pushed up against him, hands balled up in his shirt, your warmth mixing with his under the soft covers.
Only, when he opened up the large doors to his bedroom, he didn’t see you sitting on the bed waiting for him. You normally did when he had training. You were always there waiting, almost as if you knew it would’ve been hell, like you knew Gladio would throw him around like it was nothing or Ignis outsmarting him at every turn. It was even worse whenever he would need to train with Cor (or even worse, the two times he had to train with Clarus). You would always be there at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to come in and start ranting about training, sometimes with a book in your hands from the grand library or sometimes with your phone idly waiting.
But you weren’t there. Not at the foot of the bed, not looking out the window to watch the city from so high up or watching the rain clouds pass by, not in the chairs off to the wall.
Instead, he saw the door to his bathroom closed, the gap under the door light up with the pale yellow lights from inside.
Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed something by the side of the bed; Your clothes, all pooled and kicked to the side with your shoes. Noctis swallowed, glancing to the bathroom door where he realized there was music playing softly from behind the door.
Noctis stepped inside the room and made sure to close and lock the door behind him. He slowly stepped forward, closer to the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the bathroom door.
It was almost like you hear him in the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door. Light spilled into the dim bedroom. Noctis stood there light a deer in the headlights, eyes suddenly glued to the feminine form standing in the doorway.
He felt his pale cheeks heat up once more, but it wasn’t from exhaustion.
In the doorway to the bathroom stood you.
You had a black silken robe held closed by one hand, long expensive silk draping down your legs and stopping by your ankles. Your hand only protected your chest and stomach from being exposed, it hung open slightly, just enough to create a slit and expose one of your legs.
And boy was it a treat to him.
Your exposed leg was wrapped in skin-tight black lace. You were wearing knee-high stockings, and the hem was frilly and flowery. Black lace against your skin was an art to him, to hell with the paintings and portraits lining the hallways of the Citadel. You had makeup on, eyelids painted dark and lips glossy. He wanted to mess up that gloss.
“I heard training today was rough,” you acknowledged. No doubt you could see the bruises on his hands. You leaned against the doorframe and eyed him from under painted eyes, eyelashes fluttering. “I thought I’d do something to cheer you up.”
Noctis stood there, just staring at your one exposed leg wrapped in expensive Altissian lace, lips ever so slightly parted and his pale cheeks set ablaze.
“And what- how would you do that?” he stumbled over his tongue.
It was as if time had played in slow motion. He saw you let go of the front of the silken night robe hiding the rest of your body from his wanting eyes. The Silk fell back, and with a soft roll of your shoulders, the silk had suddenly found itself pooled to the floor like the rest of your clothing from earlier. Noctis felt his starlit blue eyes widen, felt his jaw unhinged just a bit more, he felt his heart suddenly start sprinting like the time he and Prompto pranked a raging Gladio.
The expensive black Altissian lace didn’t just stop at pricey stockings, you were wrapped in it so elegantly, he would have thought you were a present sent from the Astrals themselves. A present he almost didn’t want to open, you were wrapped too perfectly.
But he couldn’t let such a present go unopened.
Your bra was solid black, lace frilling underneath the cups. The straps were lace and thick and wrapped up behind your neck. In between the cups laid the littlest bow, a shiny stone weaved into the knot. Noctis briefly wondered if he could undo that little bow with his teeth to free your breasts. He wanted to massage them, kiss them, squeeze them; Worship them like one would an Astral.
You wore a pair of hipster panties. The middle was solid material, a shiny black. The sides were lace and hung high on your hips, hugging your hips and showing all of your curves. And just like your bra, the hemlines were lacey and there was a matching bow that sat right below your belly button, same glittering stone and all.
A present sent from the Astrals indeed.
“Wow,” was all Noctis could say, but it was just a mere whisper.
You slowly strolled towards him, swaying those hips of your, your eyes pinned on him. Your pupils were blown wide with lust. Noctis backed up with every step you took towards him, the music from the bathroom suddenly raging in his ears like it were a dream. With every step you took forwards towards him, he backed up one until his knees hit the mattress and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bed. You were standing there before him not too long after, watching him as he sat up on the bed. He was suddenly no longer exhausted from training all afternoon anymore.
“I could use some of that cheering up,” Noctis murmured under his breath, chest heaving at the sight of you standing above him.
Without a second thought you had reached up to behind your neck and unclasped the strap, letting the expensive bra you were wearing fall to the floor like it was some cheap thing.
Your breasts were free and out there on show to him, but something of his wasn’t. He could feel the electric shocks running all through his body, and he could definitely feel his pants getting slowly tighter in the crotch.
You had suddenly caged him. You propped one knee up next to his hip on the mattress, then the next. You placed one hand on Noctis’ chest and pushed him down, trailing a finger along his collarbones and down his chest. He really hoped you couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his ribcage as you stroked him through his shirt (but he really hoped you felt the tent in his pants).
You leaned down slightly and smiled at him. Noctis was sure by now that his face was beet red and he wasn’t sure he could keep a hold of constant eye contact with you. All he could think to do was to grab ahold of you, to steady you for whatever you were planning in that devious head of yours. He loved sinking his fingers into your hips, he wrapped his fingertips around the waistband of your panties.
He couldn’t handle it anymore; The teasing, the soft music still radiating from the bathroom, how the lighting just hit your body just right, how perfect you looked in black lace and silk.
He couldn’t handle the strain and tenting going on in his boxers and why is it so hot in here?
He was suffocating sitting there, looking at you, watching as you coyly smiled, looping your arms loosely around his neck, feeling you move around on his lap. His fingertips dug dangerously deep into your thighs and hips, nails biting into the material.
It was when he felt you grind against his erection did he finally snap.
He didn’t know he could move that fast, all of that training with Gladio and Ignis (and he shuddered as the brief thought of Cor stabbing at his feet with his sword) helped his reflexes, he had suddenly pinned you to the bed by the shoulders, a short gasp escaping your glossy lips.
Noctis’ fingers wrapped even tighter around the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs.
You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.
Without a second thought, Noctis’ sweatpants dropped to the floor, the young prince quickly kicking them out of the way.
“You drive me crazy,” Noctis growled above you, hands snatching at your bare hips.
Your eyes held a sly shine to them, lips cheshire, loosely locking your stocking ankles behind his lower back.
“I’m just catering to your expensive tastes.”
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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖝
🇲🇮🇳🇴🇷🇸 🇩🇴 🇳🇴🇹 🇮🇳🇹🇪🇷🇦🇨🇹!
A/N: I generally tend to lean towards adult content when it comes to writing, and it will be vary rare that my posts will be anything under 18+. Please do not interact if you are under the age of 18. Ageless and faceless blogs, please, do not interact. Please have some type of age indicator on your blog, or else you will be blocked.
Reader discretion is advised.
Hello All! My name is Ki (Key). She/Her. Millennial. I'm a writer, and I write mostly NSFW Stray Kids stories. But I do have some NCT stories that I have linked below, and I might continue to write for them in the future. My biases are Bang Chan and Jaehyun, but I also have a hard bias towards all of Hyung-line in SKZ and NCT. So, my stories will mostly center around them.
I'm a part of Never-ending Dreams net and Miroh's Aurora Society
My works are intended for mature audiences only.
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Key: S [Smut], F [Fluff], A [Angst]
Fic recommendations & More Fic Recommendations
🇧🇦🇳🇬 🇨🇭🇦🇳
Holographic Lover: {Au, S, AFAB Reader + Producer Bang Chan, 15,000+ words}
Don't Save Me: {Au, S, A, (F) Reader + Actor Bang Chan, Drabble, 3,000 + words}
[10:36]: {S, Imagine}
[15:13]: {F, Drabble}
Two's a Pair, Three's a Party: {Au, S, (F) Reader + Bang Chan & Changbin, 6000+ words}
Rotation: {AU, S, (F) Reader + Bang Chan, 4000+ words}
Ignis Fatuus: {Supernatural Au, S, A, Bang Chan × AFAB Fem Reader| Jeong Jaehyun ×AFAB Fem Reader, Series}
One Wish: {S. (F) Reader + Bang Chan & Lee Know, 3,000+ words}
🇱🇪🇪 🇰🇳🇴🇼
EAT: {Au, S, Afab Reader + Chef Lee Know, Drabble, 3,000 + words}
One Wish: {S. (F) Reader + Lee Know & Bang Chan, 3,000 + words}
🇨🇭🇦🇳🇬🇧🇮🇳
Stretch You Out: {Au, S, Afab Reader + Business/Workout Partner Changbin, Drabble, 3,000 + words}
Two's a Pair, Three's a Party: {Au, S, Afab Reader + Bang Chan & Changbin, 6000+ words}
🇭🇾🇺🇳🇯🇮🇳
Neon&Velvet: {Au, S, F, Model/Actor Hyunjin, 16,000+ words} Part 1, Part 2
Kingdom of Hope: {Royal AU, S, A, Prince Hyunjin, Series On Hold}
🇭🇦🇳 🇯🇮🇸🇺🇳🇬
The Perfect Storm: {Au, F, Drabble, 1,000+ words}
🇫🇪🇱🇮🇽
Click, Click, Click: {idol|Felix,S, Drabble, 3,000+ words}
🇸🇪🇺🇳🇬🇲🇮🇳
🇯🇪🇴🇳🇬🇮🇳/🇮.🇳
🇹🇦🇪🇾🇴🇳🇬
🇯🇴🇭🇳🇳🇾
Helpful Hands: {Roommate Au, S, PWP: Johnny x AFAB Fem Reader}
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Jackpot: {Au, S, Infidelity: Yuta x AFAB Fem Reader}
🇩🇴🇾🇴🇺🇳🇬
🇯🇦🇪🇭🇾🇺🇳
Ignis Fatuus: {Supernatural Au, S, A, Jaehyun × AFAB Fem Reader| Bang Chan ×AFAB Fem Reader, Series}
🇯🇺🇳🇬🇼🇴🇴
🇲🇦🇷🇰
🇭🇦🇪🇨🇭🇦🇳
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(Gently requests Ignis finding out he's going to be a daddy and/or he's gonna be a girl dad.)
ℑ'𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫�� 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔥𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔥? {𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞}
tags: sfw, fluff, fem!reader, pregnancy, soft iggy, established relationship, domestic bliss, some baby planning, let's not take Noah's titling seriously okay x3
At first, Ignis honestly can't comprehend the little stick you're holding directly in front of his eyes even with glasses on.
"Honey, my vision is good but not that good. What is it? Allow me to see more clearly, please." His fingers curl around your wrist and tug your hand back so he can look at what you are holding not so directly. Ignis stutters at the object. A pregnancy test. With two positive lines.
He turned to you, half in disbelief, half in utter shock. His eyes search yours, desperately searching for any sign of falsehood and when he finds none he begins to weep softly.
"A family... Our own little family." Ignis tugged you to him, burying his face in your bosom. "The gods have answered my prayers."
Ignis is cautious, immediately taking even better care of you and the new life growing inside your belly. You're not allowed to do any heavy lifting, no scooping the kitty box, and he (unfortunately, because he loves you and your baby) limits your caffeine intake.
❀ Ignis is SO excited to be a dad!! But also really nervous but excited. He goes back and forth between these two emotions consistently throughout your pregnancy.
❀ He does not make you feel bad about any pregnancy cravings! No matter the weird combo! He might try them with you and definitely will research combinations that promote yours and the baby's health!
❀ Spends a lot of time researching. He's definitely the soon-to-be parent who buys all of the books and gets sucked into baby safety because my dude is paranoid about something happening. Sweet man is such a worrywort.
❀ Is able to debunk scams when it comes to certain baby products but he will also get scammed by this $300 baby proof cabinet lock that certainly isn't cheaper anywhere else...
❀ Starts to cry when you're picking out baby clothes and he's holding little booties on his fingers looking at you like he's already the proudest father ever and you're little one isn't even here yet. ಥ╭╮ಥ
❀ Ignis will come with you to as many doctor appointments as he can, especially if it's getting harder for you to move on your own. He wants to ensure your safety and your health needs have been met. Plus, it makes him feel good to help out his fianceé.
❀ Definitely plays classical music for your baby. All of the big names at a gentle volume. He wants to give your child the best start in life he possibly can. You and the baby will want for nothing (uncle Noctis will see to this also!)
❀ The Chocobros will all lend a hand in caring for you. It's super sweet. In your heart you knew it was because Ignis has been freaking out and they'd like to keep their friend as sane as possible. They would've done so anyway because they love you and they're super excited for you and Ignis to become parents.
History has a habit of repeating itself. A few months later you all but shove a piece of paper into your fiancé's face. You carry the same energy as an Animal Crossing character showing off their newest fish. Noctis would be proud.
"Dear, what is this? Did you get the gender results?" Ignis adjusts his glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose. Smiling wide, he leaned back again to see what you are holding more clearly. The ultrasound is grainy and it's hard to make out the baby even with the nurse's helping outline.
❀ He will love your child no matter the gender but he was always super fond of having a little girl he could coddle and protect. He's a sucker for 'daddy's little girl' kind of clothing and definitely would have vests to match his daughter's dress. But of course, his tie remains yours and yours alone to pick out
❀ Absolutely starts bawling his eyes out the moment he finds out you're having a little girl. He knows he looks unsightly with big, fat tears and snot dripping down his noses. Let's be real, he was going to cry either way.
❀ Surprise! You pull another ultrasound and reveal you're also having a little boy! Twins! Ignis's heart absolutely swells with love and adoration. Now everything is even. Two kids would definitely be his maximum, but he might be able to be persuaded to have a third and fourth. He hopes your baby boy looks like you and his little girl looks like him.♡
As a little bonus, you have the rest of the Chocobros over at your new home a fair bit. With your family growing so rapidly, you needed the extra space for two little kiddos.
As they grow, you both wanted them to have their own spaces to express themselves as individuals instead of being forced to share.
Noctis and Prompto are completely fine with being the fun uncles for your little tater-tots. Neither they or their partners want children at this time (and potentially not ever, depends.), but Gladio would love a big family one day! For now, the other three will live vicariously through you and Ignis ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱
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all the right moves Ch. 7
I did ittttttt
Pairing: businessman!Childe/Tartaglia x fem!afab!reader
Warnings/A.N.: 18+, filler chapter, slow burn, things are finally starting
Taglist: @zireaels-igni @tomuras taglist is open!
#atrm#childe x reader#childe smau#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia smau#childe x fem!reader#Tartaglia x fem!reader#genshin childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe x reader#genshin tartaglia x reader#childe tartaglia ajax#genshin smau#my writing#i did the thing
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