#give me campfires and sunsets

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

looking forward to summer sm. I just know I'm gonna be okay again. that life's gonna be okay again.

[twola]

just saw a post that said “missionary, so we can keep arguing” and i feel like you’d do that justice if you’re ever in the mood to write it lol xx

Oh holy shit. I’m now in the mood. Here’s a low honor Arthur secretly has feelings, but they are way WAY underneath. Also shoutout to @shootybangbang, who insisted on a few points to add to this.

Fortitude

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI ➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link

“Who is it?!”

“It’s Arthur, idiot!”

His deep voice booms across the camp and the onion you were dicing suddenly becomes victim to very vigorous chopping. The knife slams on the butcher table loudly as you grit your teeth.

Mary Beth looks up at you with a curious stare. “Are you…alright?”

“Never better.” You mumble as you continue to chop at the onion.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, letting out a long breath.

“Oh, Arthur, how nice of you to return!” Dutch’s sarcastic reply echoes across the way as he moves to clap his hand across Arthur’s back in welcome. “Anythin’ good out there?” He hands Arthur a bottle of beer, and immediately Arthur begins to drink.

“Shoah. Plenty to keep me out there. Better than loungin’ around here.”

Dutch guffaws at the pointed comment.

You grit your teeth again as you pick up the next onion. Laughter surrounds the campfire for several moments as you continue to chop. Arthur slugs back the rest of his beer before tossing it to the ground. “Now if you don’t mind me, I have a lady to see.”

You try to ignore his heavy footsteps approaching.

“C’mon now, missy. Let’s get outta here fer the night.”

You pause a moment before placing the knife down. Mary Beth gives you a look as you sigh, wiping your hands on your skirts. You give her a mumbled farewell as you turn to Arthur.

He stands there, all six feet of the fearsome enforcer of the Van der Linde gang. Able to tear men limb from limb. Hand on his gunbelt, the brim of that old gambler’s had shading his eyes against the sunset. A beard showing weeks out on the land.

Damn him, damn him to hell. 

You take his outstretched hand and follow.

-

It’s not terribly far away from camp. Just far enough not to be bothered. He stops his horse in a small forested glen and swings off of the saddle, tying the mare to a tree branch.

“C’mon now, girl. You seem so pleased to see me.” Arthur grunts as he unloads his small tent from his saddle bag, turning and immediately starting to 

“Very pleased. Been waitin’ on you every night to come back.” You retort, sliding off of the rump of the horse and turning to unfasten the bedroll from his saddle.

“That’s more like it,” He smirks back at you as he pitches the tent, “Don’tchu worry, I’ll get you right.”

When he’s finished with the tent, you stoop down and roll out his bedroll on the ground within, climbing inside as the dusk falls. Arthur follows you, stooping to his knees at the entrance of the lean-to. He tosses his hat toward the back of the tent.

“Get on yer knees.” Arthur orders as he starts to undo the buttons of his workshirt.

“No,” you huff, sliding back on your bottom atop the bedroll. You start unlacing your boots and pull them off, chucking them toward the entrance of the tent.

“No?” Arthur’s eyebrow quirks as he rips his gunbelt off.

“I ain’t gonna let you treat me like some two-penny whore. You’re gonna at least have the decency to look me in the eye.” You rasp up at him as you start unlacing your dress.

He kicks his boots off smugly. There’s something ironic in the way the two of you are quickly shedding your clothes to the back and forth going on in the tent.

“Oh, too good to bend over but not to get on your back for me?”

You shimmy out of your dress and quickly pull your chemise over your head. He works his pants down with his drawers. 

“Too good for you to fuck me like I’m any other hole.” 

“We’ll see about that-” Arthur chuckles as he stands on his knees opposite you, completely nude, cock blood-swollen and bobbing with his movements. His hands grab at your hips, grasping those dainty bloomers you’ve taken to wearing and pulling them down your thighs, over your knees, and completely off, chucking them to the side.

He licks his lips, the bastard, at the sight of you on your back for him, naked in the waning hours of the day. And yet, here you are, angry but desperate to be wanted, you just want… a little something more.

Arthur spits in his hand, slathering it on his cock. Climbing atop you in his bedroll, you spread your legs for him. The head of his cock catches on the rim of your cunt and he pushes inside, growling as he does so.

A whine, desperate, claws its way out of your throat as you clench at his forearms at the feeling of several hot inches of him splitting your core, filling you fit to burst. It’s the pain on a knife’s edge that seems to placate the aggravation in your soul.

He’s not gentle - you know that, you’ve never expected him to be. He fucks like he works - with physicality and brute strength. 

He does, at the very least, stay buried within you for a moment, his hips shoved completely up against yours, all those hot, pulsing, hard inches of him having carved a blazing path through your core. He does, at the very least, give you that moment to accept him, grow used to him, before grabbing your hips and starting to buck against you mercilessly.

“You’re -hah- infuriating,” Arthur spits out, locking his elbows as he finds a rhythm of slamming his hips into yours, the slap of skin on skin loud within the tent. No wonder he dragged you away from camp.

“You’re a lowlife -ngh-” You are able to grit out as he tries to fuck you into submission. But you know this game, you know his game. He may be the feared enforcer of the gang, but you’re not some feeble woman willing to let him do with you what he wants.

“Ain’t too low for you to let me fuck you.” He growls, words interspersed with his thrusts.

“Ain’t the same gettin’ myself o-off.” You sputter as he slings your other thigh over his shoulder and slams his hips down on you to effectively cut you off. You cry out in surprise at the change in angle of his thrusts, loudly to the point he slaps his hand over your mouth as he moves above you.

You sink your teeth into the meat of his palm. He hisses, pulling his hand away quickly. He looks down on you with annoyance.

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

You grit your teeth against the anger that has been eating at you this whole time.

“I missed you, asshole.”

Arthur stops, jaw unclenching, cock halfway sheathed in your warm cunt. He looks down at you, eyes wide, brow unfurling, and the fire in his gut subsiding.

“Ain’t you ever think when you’re out for weeks at a time that you got someone to come home to?” You scowl up at him as he slowly lets your leg down from his shoulder.

Arthur frowns, biting the inside of his cheek.

“When you’re gone for weeks at a time, then come back bragging about it, it’s like you ain’t want to be with me. At least that’s what you got me thinkin’.” You lower your voice and encircle your fingers around his forearms. Your thumbs rub gently at his wrists, “So when you drag me out here to fuck you, are you telling me that’s all you want?”

“No.” He gruffly responds.

“Then act like it.”

He lowers himself to his elbows slowly, his cock slipping further inside you and you give a little whine in response. Arthur angles his forearms inward, giving him the ability to brush some of your hair from your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, plastering your bodies against each other fully. 

“Just - try not to stay out as long. Or maybe take me with you. The cot gets awful cold without you in it. If we’re together, I want to be treated like we’re together.” You whisper, the anger in your blood finally dissipating. 

He hovers above you, finally, a fond smile replaces the previous bombastic smirk on his face.

“Want me t’ write you some poetry?”

“Kiss me, you fool.”

He immediately complies, smashing his lips on yours, tongue pressing against your lips, which you open to him. You moan throatily as he rolls his hips in a full stroke, pulling his cock near completely out and thrusting back in. He repeats the motion again and again.

“Want to be beneath me every night? That’s what my girl wants?”

Your reply is half a scream, “Y-yes! E-every night, Arthur-”

“Goddamn- yes, oh shit, that’s it-” he babbles as his strokes start to come unwieldy.

The molten fire burning in your core licks at your gut, the muscles in your legs start screaming - you know that you’re quickly going to reach your end with each time that he shoves his cock deeper inside you.

“I’m go-gonna come, Arthur -ngh-”

“That’s it, darlin’ girl, come all over my cock.” He croons, changing his motions by pushing himself as deep as he can before gyrating his hips, trying to hit everywhere within you.

You seize up, your thighs clamping around his waist as you cry out to the heavens above, some garbled noise that sounds like the syllables of his name.

Arthur coos, in that teasing way that he does, shutting his eyes as he takes in the feeling of your pulsing core on his cock. The gush of wetness that surrounds him, starting to leak out onto his balls as you thrash and cry.

When finally you begin to calm down, he yanks himself from you and sits up on his knees as he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping his cock as if coming would save his life. 

You shoot up, leaning on one elbow, and bat his hand away from his cock, wrapping your fingers around his base and guiding it into your mouth.

“Aw fuck honey-”

He doesn’t last long. How could he? Not with your perfect mouth around him, not with your tongue pressing against the sensitive slit, not when you suck. With a strangled shout of your name, he comes, spurting warm down your throat. Salty and bitter, just like him - but you suck him dry as if you couldn’t get enough.

He flops down on the bedroll next to you, panting as you curl your body against his, placing your head upon his chest, your hand spread wide over his racing heart. Another centering moment later, he winds his arm around you. 

He’s not going to confess his love for you. You may never get that. But being tucked in his embrace as he holds you to him - for now, you are placated.

He kisses the crown of your forehead gently. You snuggle even further into his embrace.

This you could work with.

[cameronluvr]

MY GIRL — dark!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe tracks your location and follows you to the beach, watching you and your friends from a fair distance. he butts in once he sees you and jj flirting, resulting in arguments and rafe forcing you home to fuck you.

warnings: 18+ MDNI ➾ consumption of alcohol, underage drinking, stalking, arguing, cussing, toxic + abusive relationship, manipulation, smut, noncon, SA, forced sex, p in v, toxic!rafe, dark!rafe, crying, rafe ignoring safe word, cheating accusations, death threats, (safe word is “red”)

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃.

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋��� 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ᥫ᭡

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 🍓

like sarah and kiara, you were born a kook who chose to be a pogue, and a lot of people despised you for it, especially your boyfriend rafe. the two of you had spent the past hour arguing over you wanting to go hang out with the pogues, but he hated them and wanted you to hate them too.

the argument resulted in doors slamming and you storming off. you left rafe’s house and headed straight to the beach where you were planning on meeting your friends, regardless of rafe’s opinion. you walked all the way there and headed onto the sand, spotting them in the distance.

“hey guys,” you raise your voice as you approach them, making them all turn their heads to face you. each of them greeted you with smiles on their faces, and sarah with a hug. you sat down next to her and joined the circle they’d made around the campfire. with evening approaching, the sunset was glowing a radiant pink and golden color, which was perfect for the endless amount of selfies with sarah and kiara.

“so, ya finally made it” jj said as you were making yourself comfortable on the ground. “yep. who do you think tried to stop me?” you ask with a tint of sarcasm in your voice, knowing they all already know the obvious answer. “hm. did he give you the kooks versus pogues talk again?” john b asks, seeing you snicker and nod in response. “when doesn’t he? you guys are just a pile of dirty island trash, okay?” you joke, reciting your boyfriends words. “if that’s what we are, then that’s what you are, too” john b jokes back, raising his beer bottle before having a swig.

“that’s what i tried telling him” you laugh, motioning for him to toss you a bottle, too, since everyone else had one. he grabs one from the crate and tosses it over, making you catch it and crack it open to take a sip. “yea’, well, fuck him, he’s an asshole” kiara shrugs, with each of them simultaneously agreeing with her.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

“girls, you wanna go for a swim?” kie asks after you all drank, talked and laughed together for a while. “hell yeah” sarah says, standing up and pulling you up with her. you all begin stripping your clothes off to reveal your bikinis underneath. “what about us?” pope asks. “girls only, sorry” kie says, blowing a kiss to him before the three of you start running down to the ocean. “bitches” jj jokes, making pope and john b laugh. the three of them stayed sitting around the fire drinking and listening to music whilst keeping a brief eye on you girls.

as you and the girls made it to the water, you all dive in and splash around, laughing and having fun with each other, all while being completely unbeknownst to the other pair of eyes watching you, eyes that weren’t from a pogue… rafe had tracked your location on your phone and followed you to the beach, where you didn’t tell him you were going. he stayed a far distance back to make sure nobody could see him, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the railing in front of him, standing in front of his parked car with his gaze completely fixated on you.

he watched your every movement, taking in every little detail he could see before his attention quickly diverts to the three pogue boys making their way down to the water, too. seeing them made his fist ball up with rage, but he kept his cool for now.

the boys ran and dived into the water, purposely splashing you girls. “hey!” kiara yells over the sounds of their loud laughter, “you weren’t invited” sarah adds, causing john b to rush over to her and wrap his arms around her, scooping her up bridal style before throwing her down into the water, completely submerged.

you all laugh as she gets back up and gasps, grabbing her boyfriend in a headlock before jumping on him. the pair start to play fight, which made kiara giggle as she had an idea. she splashed the water and aimed it in pope’s direction, which made him start a water fight with her, splashing each other back and forth. you and jj laugh as you move away from the scene together, swimming further out into the ocean.

rafe watched every second. seeing you both swim away together made him furious, but he still waited. “jj, help” you laugh as he turns around in the water to grab your hand, pulling you out of the splashing waves. “thanks” you giggle, not letting go of his hand. you stayed holding it under the water as he pulled you along, the two of you swimming around them to make it back to the shore.

as you two walk out of the water and onto the sand, your hands were still grasping each others, but neither of you thought anything of it, it was platonic. he was helping you. but rafe saw and thought differently… that’s when he decided he had enough and tossed his cigarette aside, storming down the steps to the beach to approach you.

you and jj made it back to the campfire where you were just about to pick up your clothes from the ground, but a rough grip on your wrist stops you. it was getting dark now, so neither you or jj even saw rafe approaching. “what’re you doing?” rafe firmly asks, making you gasp. “i— what are you doing here?” you raise your eyebrows, your voice striking with fear.

“no, what are you doing here?” rafe asks in a demanding tone, his grip on your wrist getting tighter as you try to yank yourself out of it. “rafe, man—” jj tries to get involved, but rafe cuts him off. “nah, man, ‘the fuck you gettin’ so close to my girl for, huh?” rafe harshly drops your arm to take a step closer to jj. by this point, the rest of the pogues in the water had noticed what was happening, and quickly got out to head over.

“rafe—” you say,

“shut the fuck up, you slut” rafe snaps, making you flinch before he grabs jj’s collar to pull him closer. “hey, hey!” john b is quick to interrupt as he runs over to stand in between rafe and jj, making rafe drop his collar and shove john b back. “rafe what the actual fuck are y—” sarah shouts, “shut the hell up, sar. y/n, come on, get your fuckin’ things and lets go” rafe demands, turning to face you as you don’t hesitate to pick up your clothes and quickly shove them back on out of fear of what he’d do if you didn’t.

“she ain’t going anywhere” jj steps forward, receiving glances from sarah and kiara who are telling him to shut up with only their eyes, not wanting them to break out in a fight. “yeah? says who, big guy?” rafe laughs to mock him, but is cut off by jj shoving him back by his chest. john b and pope quickly grab jj and rafe to separate them, not allowing them to fight for your sake.

“keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself, maybank, and not on my fuckin’ girlfriend” rafe threatens, trying to pull out of john b’s grip but it only makes him hold him tighter. “she’d probably prefer my hands on her anyway” jj laughs, seeing rafe break out of john b’s grip and launch over to jj, actually hitting him this time. the other two boys separate them once again, this time with the help of sarah and kiara.

“stop it, rafe, just come on” you say to him, pointing in the other direction. you didn’t want to go with him, but you know this is the only way he’ll stop tormenting your friends. he shoves pope away from him and grabs your arm, roughly pulling you away from them all. “ow” you say, but he grips you harder, not caring for the pain he’s causing you.

“do we do something?” kie asks, worried about you. “i don’t know—” john b sighs. “just— let them argue it out. there’s no point in stopping him” sarah sighs, knowing how abusive and psychotic her brother can be when he’s angry. the pogues watch as you get dragged away by your boyfriend, bickering back and forth with your voices quietening the further you walk away.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

rafe opens the passenger door for you, shoving you in and slamming it shut. “…thank you?” you sarcastically mumble under your breath as he walks around to the other side of the car, getting in the drivers seat. “what the fuck were you thinkin’? holding his hand, laughing and giggling with him, are you fuckin’ serious?” rafe turns to look at you while raising his voice.

“i’m sorry, rafe, i didn’t mean anything by it he’s just my friend—”

“he’s just your friend. right, sure, nothin’ to worry about then” he shakes his head, pulling a sarcastic face. “oh my god” you sigh. “runnin’ around in your bikini with him, too? when i fuckin’ told you enough times to stay the fuck away from those asshole pogues” he yells, making you flinch. “maybe you’re the asshole.” you look out the window to avoid making eye contact knowing he wouldn’t find your comment amusing. and he didn’t. his hand quickly grabs your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“what did you just fucking say to me?” his eyes turn dark as he forces you to stare into them, his fingertips digging into your cheeks as his grip on your jaw is immense. “nothing, i’m sorry…” you apologize even though you don’t mean it. he is an asshole, you meant every bad word you’d ever said and thought about him. “you’re sorry?” he laughs which humiliated you a bit. “you weren’t sorry until i caught you. i told you not to go out with them, and what did you do? huh?” he asks, yelling the last word and squeezing your face harder to force an answer out of you, “what did you do?”

“i— i went out with them…” you answer fearfully. you were fierce and always argued back to him, but he terrified you when he got aggressive. “exactly. and you know how i feel about you wearing that slutty shit around guys, especially your fuckin’ swimsuit.” he reminds you of the things he’s told you before, before harshly shoving your face away to let go of you, making your head hit the window briefly. “ow” you whine, holding your hand on your head as rafe put the car into drive.

“quit bitchin’. you wanna act like a fuckin’ whore? that’s fine. i’ll treat you like one.” he says, grinning as he glances at the look on your face, there was nothing he loved more than seeing how afraid of him you were.

he drove back to his house, with you silently crying in the passenger seat for the whole ride, and him telling you to ‘shut up’ and the classic ‘i’ll give you something to cry about’. upon arriving at tannyhill, rafe parks the car and gets out, watching as you stayed seated, not wanting to get out. he sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before walking around to your side, swinging the door open and dragging you out.

“get off of me” you shove him back, but he grabs your throat right there in the driveway. “if you give me any more lip i swear to fuckin’ god…” he warns you, not gripping hard enough to choke you but enough to hurt you. “i said sorry, okay? what do you want from me?” you manage to rip his hand away from your throat, shoving him back to defend yourself, but he doesn’t like when you do that, he prefers when you’re helpless and afraid…

“sorry ain’t gonna cut it. you know how much i hate those fuckin scum—”

“stop calling them scum! stop belittling them just because they’re pogues. who the fuck cares?” you argue, not aware of any consequences at the time.

“oh, so now you’re defending them? you’re a pogue now, are you?” he laughs to mock your choice of friends, he always did humiliate them and put them down for his own liking. “yeah, maybe i am. and i’d rather be with them than you” you yell, turning around to storm off again but he grabs your arm and yanks you back.

“get off!” you try to fight him but he’s fed up of you, needing to teach you a lesson. “shut the fuck up” he says, dragging you into the house and upstairs. the two of you fight and argue all the way to his bedroom, which is completely normal for anyone in his house to hear.

“stop it—”

“you fuckin’ stop it”

both of you bicker before rafe pushes you into his bedroom before entering and slamming the door shut behind him. “now what, huh?” you yell at him. “don’t act so cocky now, you wanna act like a whore? dress like one? cmon, take your clothes off, i’ll treat you like the real fuckin’ whore you are” he says with a smirk, watching you laugh in response.

“no” you shake your head, your grin slowly fading when you see the dead serious look on his face. “rafe, no.” you frown, attempting to walk past him to get out of his room but he stopped you and pushed you back, reaching his hand over to lock the door.

“i’m bein’ serious, take your clothes off” he says, still smirking. “no, get away from me” you say, shaking your head and slowly walking backwards as he takes multiple steps forward. “what’s the matter? you were fine acting like a slut for jj, what’s wrong with me?” he asks, his tone dark and scary, his voice oddly calm but terrifying.

“rafe, i’m sorry, okay? i said sorry—”

“shh” he cuts you off, standing right in front of you as the only thing between you is him and his bed, he places his finger on your lip to shush you. “i don’t care. take them off” he says, looking back and forth into each of your eyes with a dark smile.

“i… i don’t want to…” you hesitate to say, innocently and vulnerably as your voice turns weak, he is actually starting to scare you now. “you don’t want to? aww. that’s too bad, i guess i’ll just do it myself” he pretends to sympathize before laughing and quickly reaching down to pull your skirt down, but you try to stop him.

“don’t make it hard, this is your fault” he says, roughly pushing you down onto the bed where he restrains you, forcing your skirt down and off your legs, throwing it on the floor. “rafe, stop” you try to plead with him but he ignores you, immediately reaching down to pull your top and damp bikini off too before gripping your waist and forcefully flipping you over onto your stomach. “i’m being serious, rafe, actually stop…” you try to show him how serious you are, but he doesn’t care.

“huh. i bet if jj asked you to take your clothes off, you’d listen to him, wouldn’t you?” he asks, pulling you up on all yours and gripping both sides of your bikini bottoms, roughly pulling them down and off your feet. “no, i wouldn’t…” you begin to cry, wishing your boyfriend wasn’t so insecure of who you were friends with. “i don’t like him like that rafe i promi—”

“i am your boyfriend” he reaches over to grab your jaw from behind, pulling your head up to listen closely. “no one else, me, so you should be a good girlfriend and do as i fuckin’ say. i told you so many times that i don’t like them pogues, and i don’t want you hangin’ around them. i especially told you to stay the fuck away from jj, cause i don’t like the way that motha’fucker looks at you, and holds your fuckin’ hand” he explains, harshly gripping your throat to choke you, hearing your breathing struggle.

“so if you’re gonna disobey me like that, well, that’s your problem.” he tells you, snickering from behind you as he lets go of your throat to take his own clothes off, you were left in doggy, silently sobbing to yourself.

he springs his already hard dick out of his boxers as he pulls them off, having been so turned on by your fear of him. when he got completely naked, he grabbed your waist and flipped you back over onto your back, where he forced himself on top of you and immediately slammed his cock into you without any warning. it hurt and caught you off guard, making you let out a loud yelp but he is fast to cover your mouth and grip it tightly.

“shush. don’t cry, it’ll make me harder” he pouts, yet again pretending to sympathize with you. tears are flowing down your face now, and he wasn’t lying, you can actually feel his cock getting harder as it hurt more and more each time he entered you. “ow, rafe… please stop…” you whine under his hand, shutting your eyes tightly. “no, no, look at me” he demands, removing his hand from your mouth to tap your face a couple times, making you open your eyes and look into his.

“okay, you proved your point… just stop” you try to fight him from underneath his body, but he uses it to restrain you, and both of his hands to grip your wrists, pinning you down fully. “what point? there’s no point. i just wanna fuck you like the little slut you are… maybe i should just take a video and send it to jj” he teases, making you shake your head quickly, begging him not to.

“why not? don’t you want him to know you’re my girl? and that nobody fuckin’ touches my girl?” he asks, frowning his eyebrows at you as he thrusts into you roughly, forcing moans and gasps out of your mouth. “he… he already knows..” you let out in between heavy breaths, “oh, he does? then why the fuck is he touching you, hm?” he asks, tilting his head as he looks into your tear-filled eyes.

“rafe, ow… red…” you cry out the safe word, unable to take it anymore. his thrusts are full of hate, his hands are too aggressive, his cock is too much… “rafe?” you ask in a pant, seeing as he doesn’t stop. “shh…” he stops you from talking, ignoring your plea to stop and roughly placing his hand over your mouth again, this time tighter.

“no—” you mumble underneath him.

“shut up and take it” he harshly says, looking into your eyes as he forces his cock in and out of you. he watches you cry and squirm under him, but he simply does not care… he enjoys it actually. he loves seeing you struggle to his power, succumb to his dominance.

after laying there for a minute, moaning and whining, he finally removes his hand from your mouth to hear your gasp for air. “you want me to stop?” he asks, pouting at you. “y—yes… please” you beg between pauses, watching as his pout turns into a teasing smile, “well i’m not. not until you promise me you’ll never hang out with those pricks again” he says, looking into your eyes, practically forcing your answer out of you.

“okay… okay, i promise… i swear—”

“you swear?”

“i swear on my life…”

“there’s a good girl. that’s what i wanna hear. you better not be lying because i will do ten times worse, you hear me?” he slyly threatens, making your head nod quickly in response. at this point you were willing to do anything to get him to stop.

“good, princess… if i see you talking to him again i’ll fuckin’ kill him.” he says, finally pulling out of you once he finished what he had to say, leaving you crying and whimpering. “shut up, c’mon, here” rafe says, shoving your body aside as he climbs off the bed and reaches down to grab your clothes, throwing them right at you.

“don’t be so dramatic it didn’t hurt that bad” he chuckles, laughing at your tears. “it did hurt that bad… i asked you to stop…” you sniffle, wiping your eyes as you grab your clothes he tossed over. “and i asked you to stop sneaking around with them behind my back, didn’t i?” he asks, raising his eyebrows with a smart look on his face.

“yeah but—”

“then it looks like we both don’t get our own way, huh?” he laughs at you, giving you a horrible cocky grin before walking over to the door and walking out, shutting it behind you to leave you there alone.

you stayed on his bed for a few more minutes, lying on your side and crying to yourself before deciding to put your clothes back on. after you were dressed, you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw your stained makeup and rosy red cheeks and eyes, your hair was a mess, you were a mess… you had no idea where rafe even went, but you didn’t want to find out, so you gather your things and bolt for the bedroom door, rushing downstairs and leaving tannyhill in a rush.

you had no idea where to go next, but you know for sure the pogues weren’t on the list. you already disobeyed rafe and suffered the consequences, you don’t want to make the same mistake knowing the threat murder is on the cards…

I HATE THIS. IM SO SORRY IF YOU DO TOO. i haven’t posted in a while bc of school stuff so i hope u guys forgive me with another dark, juicy rafe fic. 💋🎀 let me know what you think in the comments! — THIS ISNT PROOFREAD. english isn’t my first language so if you spot any mistakes please feel free to point them out. LOVE U ALLLLLL

ANY HATE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED BECAUSE THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU 🫶🏻

@cameronluvr

[tending-the-hearth]

thinking about percy keeping a photo of annabeth in his binder during "sea of monsters" and how this means that maybe during that year they don't see each other they send pictures back and forth as a "please don't forget me" thing

there's a picture sally took of percy the night before the minotaur attacked, when they were sitting beside the campfire as the sun set. in the picture, percy's sitting next to the campfire, grinning brightly at his mom behind the camera as he roasts a blue marshmallow. the sunset is lighting up his eyes, and the exhaustion and fear of the past few days has disappeared for a little while.

annabeth keeps the picture as a bookmark, using it in whatever book she's currently reading. it's kept secret, a little precious treasure that she looks at during the school year whenever she's feeling lonely.

she shows it to percy the day after they get together, blushing as he looks at the worn edges and small tear stains from when she cried in her bunk the night before his funeral pyre in "battle of the labyrinth". he wraps her in the tightest hug, and shows her the picture he's kept in his wallet since the day she sent it to him.

during the eight months that percy's gone, annabeth carries the picture in her pocket. at that point, the picture is taped and glued onto a stronger backing, because it's falling apart. she also keeps percy's picture of her as well, after finding it on his dresser in the poseidon cabin, and when the war is over, and the romans and greeks are gathered together for a celebration, she gives it back to him, and they hold each other and cry.

and when percy and annabeth get their own apartment, that picture is framed and put on their mantle, right beside percy's picture of annabeth he carried around (he wrote to frederick and got a new one after the first one was ripped). they look at the pictures together from time to time, cuddled up together and thinking about the younger versions of themselves, each wishing they could go back in time to hug those little kids, but grateful for where they've ended up.

[nat-the-sleepyeth]

random König headcanon

I just thought bout something random about him and I just want to write

gn! reader ofc, and a lil bit NSFW

he's a huge cat person, most definitely adopt one or two cats if both of you live together.

if not he'd definitely pet every random cats that walk to him.

loves snuggling with his cat on the couch, sometimes afterwork you'd return home and find him on the couch with your cats on his stomach and another in his arms.

and he'd beg you to join him ofc, his head rest on your lap while you caress his hair.

loves forest walking. he always find time to go to national park with you and take a long walk, mostly end with you two sitting near the river or lake sipping your favorite hot drinks.

"the water reflection while sunset is gorgeous." he'd say. and you'd look at him "schatz, why are yo looking at me ?" and you'd reply "cuz the reflection in your eyes is thenmost beautiful thing for me." and he'd turn red.

after the walk you'd stop by your fav food restaurant and have a dinner.

loves movie nights, not because of the movie but because he gets to cuddle with you.

sometimes when he's back from a long mission he'd ask for movie night. but mostly end up with him being touchy and you have to pause the movie to give him the attention.

the next day you'd both wake up naked on the couch with a blanket covers you both.

he's not a fan of crowded places as we know, when you both go to supermarket, he'd hold your hand most of the time, fearing you'd lost in the crowd.

actually laughs a lot, he loves all your jokes no matter how lame they are. he just loves it when smile widely while struggling not to laugh when you tell him the jokes.

have a praise kink, both in and out of the bedroom, he loves when you tell him how good he is doing something, carrying the heavy stuff, taking care of his plants, anything.

is a little spoon, loves nuzzling his face on your chest, because your scent calms him down.

he loves to make campfire outside when it's cold and snuggle with you, watching stars.

he is actually a bit hypersexual, and quite talkative in bed, he'd mumbles German when you guys have seggs.

he's good at aftercare, because you'd be drained before he would, he'll clean you up and softly telling you how good you are, and he'll rub your hands with his while you are falling asleep.

[lila-lou]

✨Broken✨

Summary: Dean made a huge mistake and had to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt, -but some fluff in between

Word Count: 1882

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“Goodbye, Dean Winchester”, you giggled as you briskly turned towards your front door. Dean gave you the biggest Smile you had ever see on anyone's face. He shook his head in amusement, his eyes shining. “You’re something else (y/n)”, he chuckled and continued grinning while opening the door of his car. “Oh, you fucking bet!”, You winked at him before parting ways. At least for tonight.

Just a Date. One single date. A single evening. Without sex, without kissing. It only took four hours for you to fall head over heels in love with him. Four hours of your laughter, your sparkling eyes and your sassy jokes were all it took for Dean to fall head over heels in love with you.

3 missed calls.

6 missed calls and 2 messages.

13 missed calls and 8 messages.

"Just leave me alone!", you cursed, throwing your phone in the corner of your dingy motel room as tears steadily streamed down your cheeks. You sat on the floor with your face in your arms and your legs bent, leaning your back against the creaky bed. You never imagined that you would be sitting here like a heap of misery, crying your eyes out. Not because of your fiancée. Not because of Dean.

The two of you had been together for 6 years, engaged for a year and were actually planning on getting married in two months. You had come to terms with his lifestyle, his living situation and all the dangers, the monsters and all that shit that came with his way of life. You sacrificed everything normal for this man… and for what?

Dean was the love of your life and until three days ago you thought he felt the same way, but you were obviously wrong.

8 missed calls.

12 missed calls and 8 messages.

16 missed calls and 18 messages.

You immediately regretted it when you looked at your phone after a way too long shower. Not just because of all the messages and missed calls, but also because of your wallpaper. It showed the happiest moment of your life. A photo Sam had taken shortly after Dean put an engagement ring on your finger. You camped in the mountains of Montana. Dean had waited for the most beautiful sunset of all and proposed to you in front of a beautiful, large lake. As the two of you lay hugged in front of the campfire in the twilight, Sam took advantage of your inattention to take this great snapshot.

“It suits you”, Dean stroked your slim fingers. “It´s beautiful”, you whispered, barely audible, your voice trembling slightly. Your back was pressed against his chest and you were sitting between his legs. With sparkling eyes, you turned to him and looked him in the eyes. “I love you”, you whispered. “I love you”, he replied, just as lovestruck as you. You were so sweet and cheesy that even Sam felt sick at the sight of you two.

As said, the most beautiful and happiest moment of your life.

Wearing only a towel, you sat down on the bed and looked at your hand with the ring. Was it all just lies? Was he that good at hiding his true self?

You had already forgiven him for so much and overlooked so much. Even when he almost killed you as a demon, you didn't stop loving him.

But it was different now.

“Dean… you really up for this? I don’t know if this is such a good idea“, you mumbled as you got out of the shower together 10 days ago. "If not now, when? (y/n), I love you. I couldn't imagine a future with any other woman and I'm sure we would be great parents. Please Sweetheart, give it a shot. Or better yet, let me get to take a shot”, he wiggled his Eyebrows, before taking your hands in his.

“Please, Baby”.

You looked at him doubtfully and there was silence for a few minutes before you took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s try for a little Dean then”, you sighed, still a little hesitant. It was the second biggest smile you'd ever had to see on Dean's lips. His arms wrapped around your body, almost crushing you as he spun you through the air once before carrying you to your bedroom.

You looked at the clock and started getting dressed. It was time to leave the motel and move on. You didn't know where to go yet. You didn't know how long either. What you knew was that you needed space.

Distance from everything and everyone.

You still hoped that Dean had been possessed, hexed or cursed in some way, but based on his and Sam's texts, that was obviously not the case. Drunk, yes. However, nothing more.

You've been gone for four weeks now. Four weeks in which you didn't let anyone hear from you, in which you were constantly on the move so no one could find you and four weeks in which Dean slowly but surely became sick from worry.

"Dean!", Sam knocked on his older brother's door. Dean hasn't come out of his room in three days except to pee. He didn't eat anything, he didn't talk, he just vegetated.

“Come on, buddy. You have to eat something! Starving won't bring her back either”. After fifteen minutes, Sam left the plate in front of Dean's door with a sigh and went back into the kitchen to eat his burger.

Two more days passed before Sam took advantage of his brother's pee break to push him against the bathroom wall with his forearm on his throat. "What the hell is wrong with you! Dean, I know (y/n) meant a lot to you, but look at you!", Sam snapped at his brother. Sam was actually the quieter of the two, but he couldn't see how much Dean was letting himself go. He had probably already lost at least 15 pounds, stopped shaving and was basically just a wreck.

With a firm tug, Dean released himself from Sams grip and looked at him angrily.

“You don´t know shit! I lost her, Sammy! I fucking broke her heart and lost the best thing that ever happened to me. You didn't see her eyes. Shit, how could I be so stupid", Dean's voice grew louder and he found himself angrily punching a hole in the wooden bathroom door. “Fucking shit”, he rubbed his face hard as his knuckles bled. Sam sighed before pulling his brother into a tight hug. Of course, Dean fought back at first, but he was just too weak and too sad, so he allowed it, while a few tears ran down his cheeks.

It took another two days before Sam finally got Dean to shower. A week until he was eating somewhat normally again. Two weeks until he came out of his room again. Three until he went hunting again for the first time. But even after a total of 9 weeks, no smile found its way onto his face.

Just like with you.

Nevertheless, you had to overcome yourself, gather all your courage and push open the heavy iron door of the bunker.

You did your best to go downstairs quietly, but Sam, who was about to go jogging, spotted you immediately.

“(y/n)!”

Even though it was tearing you up inside to be here again, you gave Sam a small smile.

“Hey”, you murmur, letting him hug you tightly once you reach the bottom. You couldn't stop your eyes from glazing over. “I missed you, little one”. Sam kissed your head before letting you out of his embrace and studying you. You looked absolutely exhausted and tired.

It took him a few seconds to find his voice again. “He´s in the garage”, Sam said quietly, looking at you with pity. “I’m... just here to get my things”, you cleared your throat and started to walk towards your shared room, but Sam gently held your arm. “I know he made big mistakes (y/n). And I definitely don't want to protect him. You have every right to leave him, but please tell him you're okay. Please let him say goodbye to you”. Sam’s voice was gentle and soothing, but even his compassionate words, for both Dean and you, didn’t change your broken heart. “I… I can’t, Sam”, you slowly pulled your arm away from him.

“(y/n)... please. It breaks him... Please... He's my brother”.

With tears in your eyes, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around your body. "I'm sorry Sammy. I wish you nothing but the best”, you somehow tried to smile before going into your old room.

When you got there, you were briefly surprised to find no chaos. The room has never been as tidy as it is now, but your heart has never hurt as much as it does now when you look at your bed.

With tears streaming down your cheeks and quiet, barely audible sobs escaping your throat, you grabbed the few things you had from the room.

Carrying a large, fully-packed bag, you looked at the picture of yourself on Dean's nightstand, you swallowed hard and walked out the door, your back first as you pulled the door shut. You wiped away your tears with your free hand as you felt something hard against your back.

“(y/n)”.

His voice gave goosebumps all over your body. It was so deep, rough, scratchy. Emotionally charged. Full of regret and sadness. And yet you heard a glimmer of hope. Maybe you wanted to hear that too. Who knows.

You both stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds until Dean tried to turn you around with his hand on your waist, but you immediately slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t you dare touch me ever again!”, you hissed loudly. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes again. Dean didn’t flinch at your reaction. He wasn't surprised and couldn't blame you. His eyes also slowly filled with tears when he saw the bag over your shoulder.

Dean wanted to take you in his arms, hold you close to him and never let you go. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, show you what a big mistake he had made, prove to you that something like that would never happen again. He would do anything to make up for what he did to you. You were his everything. The love of his life. He wanted to build a future with you. He wanted to have a baby with you. A family. You were his world.

But when he saw the bitterness through all your tears, he knew he had lost. The curtain closed. That's it. The end. He had destroyed everything.

“I love you (y/n)”, he whispered, barely audible.

“You never did”, you replied with a dry throat, taking his hand and placing your engagement ring in it.

"Goodbye Dean Winchester".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 Again, I'm thinking about writing a second or even third part. I guess I just can't stick with one-shots ._.

[punkshort]

Will you eventually do a Swept Away, likes and dislikes post for Joel? The little taste of his character is just delicioussss, he’s so mysterious. I’m dyingggg to crawl inside your brain and see how his character is going to unfold 😍💋

I would love to! I love getting this ask because it always gives me good ideas for future chapters, so thank you!

Let's jump in:

Likes:

1. Sunsets: he loves the colors and how every day is different. He loves it because it's a work of art that everyone in the world can appreciate, no matter who you are.

2. Boxing: it's the only form of exercise he actually enjoys. He really likes taking his anger out on a punching bag, and he tends to hold in a lot of anger from his job.

3. Money: I mean, come on, that's not a big surprise. He likes to live comfortably and without having to worry about the cost of anything. And, sure, when he slaps his black card down and someone does a double take, he feels a rush of pride.

4. Cigars: he didn't used to like them but they have grown on him throughout the years. A colleague of his convinced him to join a cigar club and he found it was a great way to network and rub elbows with the elites.

5. Poetry: he will never admit it, though.

6. Filet Mignon: he loves a perfectly cooked medium rare steak. When he was choosing which restaurant to lease space to on the first floor of his hotel, he only looked at steakhouses because he liked the idea of having a good steak a mere elevator ride away.

7. The Natural Look: he prefers women who don't use too much makeup or plastic surgery/fillers. Almost all of the women he knows, whether through set ups or spouses of his colleagues, all look like they've gone to the same doctor and had the same procedures. He likes women who are comfortable in their skin and aren't fake.

8. McDonald's French fries: it's his Achilles heel. Every now and then after a long, boring art gallery opening or cocktail party, he will instruct his driver to go to McDonald's on the way back to his penthouse to get some fries.

9. Private Jet: he loves being able to come and go whenever he pleases, anywhere he wants. And he especially loves not having to go through security and be surrounded by people squished into a tin can. He likes that he can stretch out and eat a good meal and even sleep in a real bed when he travels, which is often.

Dislikes:

1. Kale: it's a vile weed and he won't touch it.

2. Surprise parties: he absolutely loathes being surprised. Especially when it's been a long enough day and he thinks he's going home to relax and suddenly his penthouse is filled with fifty people drinking all his booze and making a mess of his home and he has to pretend to enjoy it.

3. Lifting weights: he thinks it's obnoxious and he doesn't care about glamour muscles but his trainer always makes him do one day a week where he lifts weights. He gets it over with as quickly as he can.

4. Satin sheets: too slippery and his pillow always ends up on the floor.

5. Campfires: he hates the smoke from campfires because it gets stuck in his clothes and he has to send everything he was wearing to the cleaners right away before it spreads to other fabrics.

6. Lillies: they remind him of funerals.

7. Tea: he could never find a tea he actually enjoyed. All tea tastes like hot water with a dash of some vague flavor and it's just never worth it. Unless he's sick with a sore throat. Then he might have some.

8. Boats: he tends to go out on yachts and sailboats quite a bit, but he doesn't like the open water. He gets seasick and he always has to take pills beforehand.

9. Golf: because all my Joels hate golf, for no particular reason.

[ahqkas]

Can I request headcanons for Charles Smith and Arthur Morgan with touch starved gn!s/o please?

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND ; arthur morgan & charles smith

PAIRING! arthur morgan x gn!reader, charles smith x gn!reader

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 MASTERLIST!

FROM THE MOMENT ARTHUR MORGAN REALIZED HOW TOUCH-STARVED YOU WERE, HE MADE IT HIS MISSION TO FILL YOUR WORLD WITH HIS STRONG PRESENCE. He approached you with the knowledge of your longing for physical connection. Whether it was a gentle brush of his fingers against your cheek or a strong, reassuring hug, Arthur's touch became a constant source of your safe place.

Arthur would frequently initiate small, affectionate gestures, knowing how much they meant to you. He’d hold your hand whenever you two walked together, his thumb gently stroking your skin as his large palm enveloped yours. In quiet moments by the campfire, he’d pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you securely, his body a haven of warmth and safety for your wants and needs.

When you were feeling particularly vulnerable, Arthur’s touch would be even more attentive. He’d cradle your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours with that sparkle in them reserved for you only. “You’re safe with me,” he’d whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m here, and I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” His voice, low and soothing, coupled with his steady touch, would reassure you that you were truly cherished and protected.

Arthur would find ways to fit touch into your daily routines. He’d sit close to you during meals, your shoulders brushing, and he’d often reach out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He’d always linger in your presence when he was in the camp, training after you like a lost puppy anywhere you walked.

In private, Arthur’s touch would become more intimate and deliberate. He’d trace gentle patterns on your skin, holding you close as the two of you talked or simply sat in silence. His hands, rough from years of hard living, would handle you with the utmost care, each touch giving you exactly what you wished for.

During the nights, he’d make sure you fell asleep in his arms, your bodies always entwined. He knew that the physical closeness was as important as the emotional connection, and he’d murmur soothing words as he held you, lulling you into a peaceful sleep with his presence.

Just ask, and this man is ready to move mountains and part seas for you.

CHARLES SMITH RECOGNIZES THE SIGNS OF YOUR TOUCH STARVATION INSTANTLY AND MADE IT A POINT TO BE PHYSICALLY PRESENT FOR YOU. He’d start with small and subtle gestures, like placing his hand on your back in comfort or softly brushing your arm as he passed by.

In quieter moments, Charles would pull you into a warm embrace, holding you close with a strength that made you feel secure (this man gives the best bear hugs actually!!). He’d often wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as you watched the sunset or sat by the table and played a card game with Uncle or a game of domino with Tilly.

Charles had a natural way of incorporating touch into your everyday interactions. He’d hold your hand during walks, his grip firm yet gentle, and he’d often give you reassuring squeezes to let you know he was there. When the two of you sat together, he’d position himself close enough that your legs or shoulders were always touching.

Understanding your need for more intimate touch, Charles would often spend time just simply holding you, allowing you to soak in the warmth and reassurance of his body (he adored those moments sm) . He’d stroke your hair, trace patterns on your skin, and place soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks when no one’s looking (i don’t think he’d be keen on the idea of showing the moments between him and his lover to anyone, he enjoys it more in private).

When you felt particularly touch-starved, Charles would drop whatever he was doing to be with you. He’d sit you down and take your hands in his, massaging them gently, his eyes filled with understanding and empathy. “I’m here for you,” he’d say softly, his voice a calming breeze in the storm. “You can always come to me when you need this.” His words, coupled with his gentle touch, would bring you a profound sense of relief and belonging (<33)

And at night, Charles would ensure you fell asleep in his arms. He’d whisper soothing words as he held you, his touch grounding you and providing the comfort you needed to drift into a peaceful sleep. His steady heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace became your anchor, making you grounded.

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[nyradragon]

From dusk till dawn — Ellie Williams

Summary: Just a cozy soft camp out with Ellie under the stars.

Placement/background: Heading back to Jackson after a three day venture for supplies.

Warning(s): Not an official relationship (but definitely gots the feels for each other), pining, nerves, shy-ish!reader, mocking, teasing, big feelings, light touching, wlw, word vomit.

Authors notes: I couldn’t get camping with ellie out of my brain she’d just be all cuddly and cute in a sleeping bag!!! NOT proofread

reblog’s and feedback would be much appreciated<3

The air was chilly even with the glow of the fire in front of you and Ellie’s extra hoodie wrapped loosely around your body. It was two sizes too big for either of you, engulfing your body in something like a warm hug the scent filling your senses sweet but also smoky a perfect mix for Ellie.

The sweetness of her body wash is a mix of strawberries and honey— but also the bitter smoky scent of late-night campfires and shared joints. Though that wasn’t it something else lingered in the balance—.. the woodsy cologne that Joel gave the freckled girl on their last run together.

It truly was Ellie all swirled into one, a perfect balance that reminded you each and every day what home smells like. A smile tugged on your lips as you watched her walk around the small empty clearing gathering smaller pieces of wood to add to the dwindling fire.

The glow of the sunset casting a golden halo around her frame making her look almost ethereal. She’d hunch down picking up two smaller twigs, turning her head to look over at you with a beaming smile before some stray hair falls from behind her ear covering her freckled cheeks ever so slightly.

The most mundane things causing your breath to catch and a blush to fan across your face like the mere act of catching you staring. You’d hug yourself tighter into the sweater almost intoxicated with the scent and moment you caught yourself in.

Ellie would make her way over to the small setup you two had, setting down the pile she had collected near the burning flames before dropping to her knees to tend to the fire.

Your eyes lingered on her back watching the muscles flex as she moved the wood around adding the larger pieces to the flames. Your eyes drop to her hands battered and slightly bruised, some fresh others old and scared over leaving memories of battles we all try to forget.

“You enjoying the view?”

You’d feel the air leave your lungs as you dropped your eyes to your ratty old sneakers your face felt like it was on fire. You felt like your brain was going a mile a minute as you tugged at the ends of Ellie’s sweater, bawling it in your hands.

The girls soft laughs accompanied but the crackle of the wood filled the silence around you. You kept your eyes trained on your shoes, tracing over each scuff mark on them as a way to calm your nerves.

“W-what?— shut up.”

Mumbling the last bit you huffed out a sigh hearing the shuffle of rocks and dirt as Ellie sat down next to you. The green-eyed girl slowly leaned against you giving your shoulder a nudge with hers before turning to you more pressing her chest against your arm. She’d lean her chin onto your shoulder tilting her head to the side to catch your downturned eyes she’d shoot you a goofy face laying all of the weight of her head on your shoulder.

You fail to hide the smile that tugged against your lips as you glanced over her features, your eyes locking for a moment as the giggles erupt from your chest. Ellie would pull away slightly laughing along with you as she placed her hand on your thigh just above your knee giving it a small squeeze.

“There you are, don’t go hidin’ on me.”

Ellie would let out another chuckle before sliding her hand off your thigh and clapping her hands together as she turned to her overstuffed pack. You two had managed to scavenge quite a lot in the last couple of days keeping simple pleasures for yourselves along with more of the requested items Maria had you two look out for.

Ellie rummaged through her pack before letting out a small hum guessing she had found what she was looking for. You furrowed your brows as you leaned closer to the freckled girl trying to catch a peak at what was going on but Ellie was quick.

As you caught a glimpse of her hand Ellie swayed to block your view causing you to crash against her. Your hands gripping onto her back, while the air was knocked out of your lungs for the second time today.

“Nuh-uh.. i didn’t say you could see it yet.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a small smirk leaning her back up against your hands laughing quietly to herself. You shake your head shoving her away from you lightly your cheeks bright red, which only made Ellie want to poke at you more just to see how red she can get ya’.

Whining softly you sat back pouting your bottom lip slightly, your arms crossed over your chest the smile threatening to show through. Ellie watched your little tantrum making her laugh a bit louder before turning her whole body towards you one of her hands still tucked away behind her out of sight.

“Aww, poor lil’ baby”

Ellie would mockingly say in an overly sweet tone reaching over to prod at your puffy cheeks before gipping your chin in her rough fingers and turning your head towards her. She’d have a smile on her lips as she held up the hidden item, your eyes focusing closer you noticed the red tint can.

Laughing loudly you swatted her hand away from your face yanking the can from her hands you read the label Chef Boyardee shaking your head you smacked the can lightly against her arm.

“Really els!? this is what you were hiding like some prized jewels?”

Ellie gasped clutching onto her chest as if she had just been shot before raising her hand again reaching over to pry the can from you. She’d huff, a smirk playing on her lips as she pulled it into her chest like it was an injured animal.

“Don’t talk to the Chef like that he’s sensitive.”

You’d almost wheeze with how hard you were laughing clutching onto your stomach as you attempted to even out your breathing your glazed-over eyes looking over at the auburn-haired girl.

Ellie would have a light blush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks from the lack of oxygen to her lungs, she was hunched over one hand still holding the tin can as the other was plastered on your upper thigh trying to grasp back onto reality.

Your belly laughs had turned into quiet snickers, hiccups and huffs of air. Ellie would look back up at you dropping the tin as she wiped at her eyes, the smile lines staying prominent on her face.

Her eyes were teary, the greens of them deeper somehow you let your eyes drift to her cheeks, her freckles became more and more visible from all the time in the sun the last couple of days. She was breathtaking and she doesn’t even know it.

You signed softly letting your eyes meet Ellie’s again she’d look slightly lost in thought reaching over to touch her cheek lightly her lashes fluttered closed momentarily before opening again to see your flushed cheeks and kind eyes looking back at her.

She’d lean into your hand letting the warmth seep into her skin a soft hum leaving her barely parted lips. You’d smile, lost in how at peace she looked her features soft no harsh lines or deep frowns just— peace.

The glow of the fire was your only source of light as the sky darkened around you causing you to softly tap on the tired girl's cheek. She’d squeeze your thigh as she straighten herself out a bit more.

She’d lift her hand to place over yours turning her head slowly to press a soft kiss onto your knuckles, a shiver ran down your spine as you let out a shaky breath.

Ellie lowered your hand but didn’t let go of it giving it a small tug to pull you closer to her side so you were snuggling into her.

“I’ll take first shift you get some rest, okay?”

The freckled girl mumbled quietly as a yawn fell from her lips she’d glance around the area to make sure she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You looked up at the girl reaching up to touch her cheek again before straightening up yourself.

“—You rest i’ll take first shift, bug.”

Ellie opened her mouth to protest her eyebrows pulling together as you placed your finger over her lips shushing her before shaking your head.

“—Nope don’t want to hear it, you’ve had first shift enough. Sleep. now.”

You’d say sternly tugging your intertwined fingers into your lap causing Ellie to lean into you more. A small smile pulled on the girl's lips as she gave you a small nod, scooting lower so she was laying on the worn-out sleeping bag under the two of you.

She’d rest her head onto your lap earning a small giggle from you as she wiggled to get comfortable. You’d run your fingers through her soft hair, humming a quiet tune Ellie had played for you countless times before.

The freckled girl's eyes drooped closed, her deep breaths turning more shallow as she melted into your touch. Your humming and your soft touch lulled her to sleep slowly and you smiled just savouring the soft moments.

Ellie felt safe with you like she didn’t have to keep her guard up all the time, she could rest, she could let someone else take the reins, she could let someone take care of her. You could take care of her.

Ellie shifted pulling your intertwined fingers closer to her face, her soft breath fanning over your fingers as she spoke in a hushed and sleepy voice.

“—You’re my home.”

[yjhariani]

Since the fast has just started and I’m obsessed with your Muslim ghosts au , I was just thinking about ghost and reader breaking their fast together

Iftar date with Muslim!Simon? Yes, please.

Frankly, when Simon said that for once the two of you should both go out for iftar, you thought he would just take you to a restaurant.

The journey started with a motorcycle ride. Instead of towards the places you both would usually go for dinner, he drove somewhere more serene. He took you somewhere with fewer people and more trees. You both eventually reached a higher altitude.

No matter how many times you asked where you were going, Simon gave you only a response, but not an answer. You’ll see. Or Just wait. Or We’re almost there.

Simon eventually stopped atop a hill. He turned his engine off and without getting off the bike, offered you a hand to help you get off the bike. Once you did, you removed your helmet and put it on the backseat of the bike.

Whilst Simon got himself of his steed, you looked around the rocky plateau area where you stood. It was spacious and it served quite the scenery. The sun was in the process of retiring into the nearby lake.

“Mind giving me a hand, love?” Simon asked.

When you turned to face him again, Simon was getting some stuff out of the saddlebags. Thermos, food containers, a blanket, and more.

From there, the two of you set up a little picnic area. Simon started a small campfire and soon enough after, the two of you sat next to each other, facing the sunset. Steaming tea had already been poured out of the thermos, food was readied, prayer mats were available nearby for later, a lantern was set aside in case of need.

Simon took his phone out and glanced at the time.

“Two minutes to go,” Simon said. “We should probably check where the qibla is as well.”

“We’ll pray here as well?” you asked, rather excitedly.

“We could probably find somewhere indoor if you want that,” Simon said.

“That’s probably going to push it so close to Isya,” you said. “This is nice.”

“Yeah?” Simon said.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you chuckled.

Simon only looked at you for a moment, a thin smile on his face. He, then, looked back down to his phone.

“It’s this way,” Simon stated, facing a direction.

With so, you rotated the folded prayer mats to face that direction.

“How many minutes left?” you asked.

Simon glanced back at his phone briefly.

“Still two minutes,” Simon answered.

“It was two minutes some time ago,” you said.

“Still two minutes,” Simon repeated, shrugging, looking at his phone as the time finally shifted. “One minute now.”

“One minute,” you nodded.

“Less than,” Simon said before gesturing at the sun that was almost completely swallowed by the lake. “I mean, we’re also witnessing Maghrib in real life.”

“Waiting for Maghrib while watching Maghrib,” you concluded.

“If we’re in Morocco we’d be in Maghrib as well,” Simon said.

“Like the same word?” you asked.

“Yeah. Maghrib means something that’s related to west, I think. Morocco is in the western part of the continent, sun sets in the west,” Simon explained.

“Ah, I see,” you hummed. “Morocco and Maghrib is kinda far, though.”

“I believe the word Morocco came from the name of a city there called Marrakesh,” Simon said.

“Oh, that makes sense,” you commented.

Just then, both of your phones went off, alerting that it was time for iftar. After turning them off, you and Simon looked at each other.

“Let’s just wait a bit more, just in case,” Simon said.

“That’s what I’m thinking,” you said.

However, Simon still handed you a cup of tea that you both prepared earlier and held the other in his hand. After a moment or two, you both started breaking your fast.

“You know,” you said after your first sip, “if we camp, we could do this for suhoor as well.”

“You actually wanna do that?” Simon questioned.

“Only if you think it’s a good idea,” you said.

“What if I told you I brought a tent?” Simon asked.

“No way,” you scoffed before gesturing at his bike. “I know that a tent won’t fit in those bags.”

“I said what if, love,” Simon said.

In response, you playfully shoved him.

“Fine,” Simon said before he picked up a datefruit. “It’s a date, then.”

“I broke my fast, I could curse you out right now, Simon,” you pointed out.

Simon huffed out an amused air.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where, if you can't beat them, join them.

Or the nineteenth installment of the Skz!pack prequel series.

A/N: Remember. You guys asked for this.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, skz!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, prequel series, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Intense, Suggestive

Warnings: Primal Play, Small mention of blood (it's from a scratch)

Title: Hide and Seek

“Unpresented huh?” 

You glance over at Chan as he sidles up to you, but your gaze is quickly drawn back to what-or who-has held your attention all evening.

“Mhm.” You hum in affirmation, distracted, as you take another gulp of overly pink boxed wine from the glass in your hand. 

It’s the second time Jeongin has hung out with the pack, and he seems to be fitting in well. 

He’s currently embroiled in some video game battle with Jisung and Felix-beaming from ear to ear, lit up, animated, excited-all of them yelling loudly, as they fight to battle each other for the win. 

As you watch, the round ends, and Jisung leans over to affectionately tousle the freshman’s unruly hair, hair the color of a vivid blood red sunset that hasn’t dimmed in the slightest since you and Chan first met him. 

Chan cocks his head, and you sigh, pulling your attention away from the trio as you lean around him to set your now empty glass into the kitchen sink. 

“Does that worry you?” 

You glance at him in surprise, and then shrug. 

Does it worry you? You don’t know.

“I dunno.” You admit honestly, before you sigh again, and Chan gives you a small smile, his eyes affectionate, as he leans over to swipe his fingers along the base of your throat, right over your scent gland. 

You instantly feel your muscles relax at the touch as he steps behind you to knead your shoulders, the scent of petrichor washing over you like a welcome wave. 

You lean back into the warmth of his body, and close your eyes for a moment, the sound of the players wafting in from the living room in the background. 

Chan nuzzles the skin of your throat with the cool tip of his nose, then presses a featherlight kiss to the underside of your jawline. 

“But it worries your wolf.” 

His words sink into your stomach like a heavy pit of truth, and you glance once more to Jeongin, happily eating another slice of pizza, egging Jisung on as he attempts to beat Felix, lost in the video game, in the camaraderie of his older brothers, in the feeling of pack. 

“If you guys could move, that’d be great.” Changbin appears then, bringing the smell of campfire into the kitchen, holding his glass and an emptied bag of chips, which he tosses into the trash before he turns back to you with an annoyed lift of his brow. “You’re blocking the fridge.” 

Chan murmurs an apology and you roll your eyes, but you move to let the other alpha through. 

He pulls out another box of cheap wine from inside and sets it on the counter, twisting the spout, situating his glass beneath the stream-white this time-before he glances at the pair of you once more. 

“What’re you guys whispering about over here anyway?” His lips tick up into the start of a smirk. “Please tell me it’s something hot that I can use as material later.” 

“Gross.” You make a face, and Chan huffs a little laugh, his breath tickling the back of your neck. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” 

Changbin sighs heavily, leaning up against the counter beside the two of you, and takes a long gulp from his wine glass. 

“Figures.” 

There is silence for a long moment, the three of you watching the chaos in the living room unfurl from afar, and then Changbin clears his throat. 

“The new kid. He seems nice.” You glance over to your boyfriend, swirling his wine thoughtfully around and around the bottom of his glass, and raise a brow. 

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” Changbin nods confidently, emptying his glass in one fell swoop, before he places it in the sink beside your own. His brow furrows slightly. “My alpha’s a little unsure of him though.” 

You stare at him in surprise, Chan tensing behind you, but before you can ask what he means, Jisung tosses his controller to the side and flops dramatically onto the floor, his gaze sweeping to the three of you through the doorway as he announces, loud and whiny enough for you all to hear, “I’m bored! Let’s do something more exciting.” 

Changbin holds the beta’s gaze. “How is that my problem?” 

Jisung writhes around on the floor like he’s in physical pain, gripping his sides as he wails out, “Ah, Changbin-hyung, you’ve wounded me! I’m your problem, thus, my boredom is also your problem.” 

“Oh my god.” Chan mutters in exasperation behind you, even as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth to stop from laughing at your dramatic beta boyfriend’s antics. 

“Get up off the floor, Han Jisung, or I’ll get you up myself.” Minho threatens warningly from the couch, but it’s obviously an empty threat, because he doesn’t make a move to get up, or even look up from scrolling through his phone. 

Jisung stops writhing around and raises his head, fixing the alpha with a suggestive stare and a wicked smirk. 

“Is that a promise, hyung?” 

“Not if you’re going to enjoy it. I want you to be miserable.”

Jisung lets his head flop back to the floor with a heavy thud and a despair filled sigh. 

“None of you are any fun.” 

“I’m oodles of fun.” Seungmin deadpans from his own end of the couch, carefully turning to the next page of his book as if he hasn’t a care in the world. 

Jisung fixes him with a glare that he doesn’t pay attention to, and then turns to Jeongin and Felix, who are staring at him, controllers still held in their laps. 

“C’mon. Lixie? Innie?” Jisung wheedles, clasping his hands together like he’s begging. 

Felix opens his mouth, like he’s going to say something, but you know he’s pulling at straws, and then Jisung jumps up from his spot on the floor in a flash, clapping his hands excitedly, scaring the shit out of Hyunjin, who was halfheartedly dozing with his head in Minho’s lap. 

“Oh my god.” Jisung exclaims with a grin and another clap of his hands. “I know what we can do. Something we haven’t done for a while.” 

Behind you, Chan lets out a long breath through his nose and beside you, Changbin rolls his eyes. 

“What is it, Jisungie? And it better be legal.” 

Jisung looks offended. “Please, hyung.” He glances at Jeongin, covering his ears teasingly with his hands as he lowers his voice. “I would never suggest something like that when there’s a baby present.” 

Jeongin swats his hands away. 

“Anyway.” Jisung continues, looking entirely too gleeful now, and Chan is tense behind you once more. The beta’s eyes gleam wickedly. “We should play a good old round of hide and seek.” 

There is a moment of silence, and then Changbin says reluctantly from beside you. “That’s-actually not a bad idea.” 

Jisung fist pumps. 

“Yeah.” Chan agrees, surprisingly, rubbing at his neck, as he steps out from behind you and shrugs. “I could use a stress outlet after that last round of finals.” 

“I do love to seek.” Minho remarks dryly, flashing a dangerous looking grin that reveals white, sharp teeth. 

“Wait-” Jeongin speaks up, and you glance at Chan, your expression guarded, because you’d kind of forgotten he was here. 

The youngest glances around at the interested pack members, and then pointedly around to the small living room of Changbin’s apartment. 

“You wanna play hide and seek, like, here?” 

Jisung laughs and claps the youngest on the back, his dark eyes still bright with a manic, dangerous sort of energy. 

“Hell no.” He grins down at the freshman, who looks suddenly interested and terrified all at once. He squeezes the back of his neck. “We go outside, freshman.” 

The light in his eyes gleams. 

“Because this hide and seek? It’s owned by the wolves.” 

*******

You stretch your arm across your chest, warming up your muscles, and watch the way your exhales of breath leave your lips as a puff of frost in the cold night air, floating up and away from you until they disappear from sight. 

You lean over to stretch your calves, and Jeongin clears his throat from beside the car, catching your attention. 

“The quad?” He asks when you look at him, glancing around at the darkened middle ground of the campus, all open fields and a playground for the education students. 

You shake your head with a slight grin, but Hyunjin beats you to it, stepping up beside Jeongin and throwing a warm arm around his shoulders. 

“Nah, puppy, not the quad. The woods.” 

He gestures with his chin and Jeongin’s gaze follows his own, toward the edge of the neatly trimmed grass, down to the tangle of the taller brush, the dark trunks of the trees, disappearing into foggy blackness the further you go into the woods that edge the campus. 

Jeongin audibly gulps. 

“Don’t worry, freshie.” Jisung appears, grinning ear to ear, hopping from one foot to the other, his breath clouding as he chuckles gleefully. “You’re not gonna participate this time. You’re a spectator.” 

Curiosity replaces the slight fear on Jeongin’s face. 

“Don’t worry.” Hyunjin repeats, as he releases the youngest and leans over to tie one of his fancy, overly expensive tennis shoes. “It’s just as fun to watch and wait as it is to play.” 

You don’t know about that, but you don’t correct him, straightening up as Changbin arrives at your side, stretching his arms above his head in a practiced motion, wearing a sleeveless muscle tank even in the frigid temperature of the night. 

He blows out a long breath of air and claps his hands. 

“Alright, Minnie. Give us the spill.” 

Seungmin hops down from his spot on the hood of the car to stand beside Jeongin, holding his hands out, palms together, as if he’s a referee splitting up two opposing teams before a game. 

“Okay. This is Hide and Seek. First rule-” The beta holds up a finger for you all to see, as Chan and Minho come to flank your other side, Felix moving to stand beside Jisung. “-Don’t let campus security see you.” 

Jisung grins. 

“Second rule-” Seungmin holds up a second finger with a blankly serious expression on his face. “-Remember the first rule.” 

Jeongin is listening with rapt attention, curiosity all over his features, eyes fixed on the commanding presence of the beta. 

“Please present your teams.” 

Hyunjin leans against the car beside Jeongin. “I’ll sit this one out, Minnie. I’m not feeling it tonight.” 

Seungmin gives a brisk nod. “Right. So Hyunjin, Jeongin, and I will sit the round out. Everyone else, let your alignments be known.” 

You step over what feels like an imaginary line to join Jisung and Felix beside the car, across from the group of alphas. 

“I’ll join Prey tonight, since they’re down a member.” 

Jisung’s fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, staring down the three alphas across from you. 

Seungmin nods again. “Very well. So for Prey we have (Y/N), Jisung, and Felix.” He glances at the three men across from you, seeming to wait on some silent command from the beta referee. “For Predators we have Chan-hyung, Changbin-hyung, and Minho-hyung.” 

“Usually-” You hear Hyunjin lean over and whisper to a wide eyed Jeongin. “-it’s always the alphas as Predators, and the omegas and betas as Prey, but tonight, they’re spicing things up a bit.” 

Seungmin is walking down the imaginary line between you, passing out two different colors of scrunchies, listing off the rules of the game, even though you’ve all heard them a dozen times. 

You’d guess it’s more for Jeongin’s benefit than anyone else’s. 

You take your white scrunchy without a word and slide it onto your wrist. 

“Rules of the game-” Seungmin does a turn at the end of the line and stands with his arms crossed across his chest. “Predators-” He turns to the three alphas and motions to the matching black scrunchies around their wrists. “-your goal is to catch the prey. Once you’ve caught a member, you remove their scrunchie and bring them back to base. You’re both out of the game. If you succeed in capturing all the members of Prey before they remove your scrunchies, Predators win the round.” 

Seungmin turns his gaze to you, Jisung, and Felix now and the white scrunchies encircling your own wrists. 

“Prey-your goal is to escape and evade for as long as possible and steal the Predators scrunchies before they can catch you. Once you’ve succeeded in gaining all the black scrunchies, your team returns to base and that’s the end of the round. Prey wins.” 

You glance at Jeongin, wondering if he thinks you’re all crazy, if he’s scared, if he’s ready to turn heel and run. 

He looks nothing but openly intrigued. 

“Everyone understand?” 

You all nod silently, and you don’t know about the others, but your brain is already going into strategy mode, gauging how long it’s going to take you to get to the edge of the forest before the Predators are released. 

Your wolf growls gleefully, ready to run. 

Seungmin returns to stand beside the car, and Jeongin and Hyunjin. 

“Good.” He glances down at the watch he insists on wearing around his wrist, like some archaic relic of the past, and holds out a hand. “Prey gets a fifteen second head start. On my mark.” 

Minho locks gazes with you across the invisible line, eyes gleaming dangerously, tongue darting out to lick across the razor sharp tips of his canines. 

Your stomach coils in delicious anticipation.

Fifteen seconds. He mouths to you silently, lips pulling back in a smile that reminds you of a shark smelling blood. 

Chan crouches low to the ground, muscles taut and ready. 

Beside you, Jisung licks his lips and his gaze darts to the waiting treeline. 

“Get set.” 

Changbin shakes out his shoulders, grinning easily, but you see it, see the gold ringing his brown irises, see the wolf in the depths of his easy demeanor, waiting, watching. 

Felix releases a long, controlled breath through his nose and his hands clench at his sides. 

Seungmin waves his arm down in a harsh streak of movement. 

“Go.” 

Minho swipes his tongue across his lips, curled upward into a hungry smirk. 

Run. 

You take off toward the trees and the darkened woods without a backward glance. 

You’re aware of Jisung and Felix hot on your heels, their breaths harsh, their movements quick, and you hear Jisung let out an exhilarated whoop over the sound of your own blood pounding loudly in your ears. 

You grin at the sound, and push yourself faster, harder, the trees just ahead. 

You hit the edge of the woods, and you split up without a word, silently communicating, as you disappear into different directions, pushing deeper into the darkness of the trees. 

You skid around an especially large tree, narrowly avoiding the reaching branches as they try to tangle in your hair, whip at your cheeks, and slide down a shallow embankment, into a dry creek bed. 

How long has it been? More than fifteen seconds, you know that. 

They’re coming.

You don’t linger on the thought, instead, letting it feed your adrenaline, as you follow the creek bed around a bend, and leap easily, without a thought, over a large fallen tree. 

Your wolf howls with delight, eager to stretch its legs, eager to keep going, more, more, more. 

You sprint up the opposite side of the creekbed, alert as you stop for a moment, only long enough to catch your breath, as you carefully check the surrounding air. 

Nothing. No familiar scents on the stiff breeze. 

You feel glee pool hot in your stomach amid the swirling adrenaline, the rush of the hunt. 

They haven’t found your trail. Not yet at least. 

You take off again, running blindly through the jet black woods, your night vision kicking in now, and as you’re skirting a shallow stream of water, you hear it. 

There’s a surprised yelp from your right, echoing through the silence of the night, and your gut clenches instinctively as you freeze, coming to a stop so quickly that you almost stumble, silent, frozen, listening. 

That sounded like Jisung. 

There is deafening silence, and then a howl rings through the night, eerie and forbidding. 

Dammit. Someone had been caught. 

You can’t stay here any longer, that was too close for comfort. 

You start jogging again, away from where you had heard the yelp, away from the direction of the howl, ducking under low hanging branches and easily avoiding thick patches of sticky foliage, clawing at your legs through your leggings.

A particularly pesky, pointed branch scratches your cheek as you dart by, eliciting a sharp swear from beneath your breath, reaching up to swipe your fingers across the shallow gash, dripping crimson blood down your chin and onto your shirt. 

You don’t stop, pushing forward, even though your cheekbone is stinging and your lungs are aching for each labored breath. 

You wade through a patch of mud, sucking at your tennis shoes, breathing through your mouth to scent better, to stay quieter, and as you round a particularly large tree in the middle of a small grove of willow thin aspens, you hear it. 

The snap of a branch-sharp, staccato, loud in the muffled silence of the woods. 

You duck behind the large trunk of the towering tree, and instantly freeze, holding as still as possible, as you listen, wait, every hair on your body on end, your wolf growling low and warning. 

Another snap-whoever it is, they’re not particularly worried about you hearing them-closer, and then-

Amber. Bergamot. 

Minho. 

The scent tickles your nose, and you carefully clamp a hand over your nose and mouth, trying to silence your breaths all together as you shrink back against the tree, the rough bark of the trunk digging into your spine. 

Shit. 

A soft footfall, you can tell, he’s on the edge of the aspen grove now, just outside of your hiding spot, and the blood pounding in your ears is so loud, you’re not sure why he hasn’t heard it yet. 

You bite down on your tongue as he takes another step forward, then-

“C’mon, kitten. I know you’re here somewhere. Let’s not play hard to get now.” 

His voice is a low purr, washing over you like a velvet stream, and everything inside of you is screaming for air, but you keep your hand firmly over your nose and mouth, leaning your head back against the tree as you screw your eyes shut, forcing yourself to try and remain as unmoving and impassive as possible. 

Don’t let him smell you, focus on keeping neutral, don’t give yourself away. 

The steadying feel of the tree against your back is doing nothing for the sudden trembling in your legs. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

You hear him chuckle, low and dangerous in the back of his throat, and it’s closer now, and you faintly entertain the idea of trying to run, but you know, Minho is faster, know he’d catch you easily. 

Your best bet is to remain where you are. 

“(Y/N).” He says your name in a sort of singsong way, a way that has your stomach curling in equal parts fear and anticipation. “I’m not a patient man. I don’t like being kept waiting. Give up your little game, and alpha will reward you.” 

You bite down on your lip to muffle a whimper, so hard that you taste copper, and you’re fairly certain it’s not from the earlier scratch. 

Another foot step, another crunch beneath the sole of his boot, and his voice drops an octave, the alpha timber leaking through in the way he growls his next words, making you shiver. 

“Be a good girl, kitten, and let me get my hands on you.” 

Your lungs are screaming at you to take a full breath, to release the pressure in your chest, and when you do, when you give in, gasping for air, Minho pounces. 

“Aha.” He announces triumphantly as he leaps around the trunk of the tree, pinning you in place instantly with his palms on either side of your head. His dark eyes swirl golden, and though he’s clearly been running just as hard and fast as you, or even more so, he looks perfect, effortlessly wind swept, like he’s just stepped out of the pages of a goddamn magazine. “There you are.” 

You can’t even bring yourself to be mad that he caught you. 

You stare up at him with wide eyes, his pupils impossibly black in the moonlight, and when you speak, you’re annoyed that your voice comes out more than a little breathless, and not because of the running. 

“Here I am. You caught me.” 

You hold out your wrist that’s covered by the white scrunchie toward him, and he barely glances at it. 

“I’ll take that when I’m good and ready.” 

You blink at him in surprise, and Minho smirks, predatory and dangerous. 

“Oh, you thought catching you was my only goal? Oh no, sweetheart-” His smirk widens till the sharp tips of his teeth are on display as he leans into your space, running his nose down the column of your throat, your heartbeat once again thundering in your ears. “-I’ve got a far better goal in mind for both of us.” 

You swallow hard and try not to squirm as he lets his teeth graze the curves of your collarbone. 

“And what’s that?” 

Your voice didn’t tremble, that’s a win. You’ll take it. 

Minho inhales, long and deep against your skin, like he’s savoring your scent, and when he pulls back, the gold in his eyes is newly minted, swirling hot and heavy and wild. 

He cocks his head, studying you blankly for a moment, then he scoffs. 

“Please.” He leans in close again, caging you in with his arms, and you’re swallowed up in the depths of his heated, scornful gaze. “I can smell it on you.” 

And then he catches you off guard by letting his fingers trail across the inside of your thighs, even though they’re covered in material, and you instinctively squeeze them together, because he’s right, beneath your leggings, beneath your underwear, you’re undeniably wet and sticky with want. 

Your arousal is palpable. 

“So.” Minho continues, gripping your chin in his long, cool fingers, making you meet his gaze, hold it as he slowly drags his tongue across his full lips in an obscenely lewd gesture. 

Fuck. 

He lets his hand slip down the column of your throat, tracing the divots of your collarbone thoughtfully, agonizingly slowly, before he finally lets his palm rest against your throat, right above your frenzied pulse, his fingers looped around your neck like a choker made of human flesh. 

“We have some time before Channie catches Felix. He wanted to draw it out. Sadist.” He chuckles ruefully, darkly, shaking his head, and then glances up at you with a slight smirk, his pupils unimaginably dark, deep, sucking you in. 

He arches a dark brow at you, and you’re surprised you’re not panting, drooling, begging at his feet, as a wave of particularly strong amber washes over you, making your knees weak. 

He leans in close, and you feel his teeth at your throat. 

“How about we explore my other goal a bit-have a little fun-before I ultimately turn you in, kitten, and claim my prize?” 

*********

When you both show back up to the waiting car after more than a little amount of suspicious time-Minho looking cockier than ever, twirling your white scrunchie around his wrist as you trail behind him, inconspicuously straightening your clothes-Jisung’s staged and ready for a fight. 

Everyone else is already back. 

“What the hell took you guys so long?” 

Minho places the white scrunchie into Seungmin’s palm and barely spares the annoyed beta a glance. 

“Hunting is a skill, Han Jisung.” 

Jisung glares. “Yeah, so is evading, but neither of them take that fucking long.” 

“Hey, it’s not our fault you got caught first.” You quip back, pushing your hair out of your face with the help of Minho’s own black Predator marker. “Don’t be a sore loser, Sungie.” 

He flips you off, and you grin at him innocently in return. 

Chan tosses Minho the keys to the car, and the alpha slides into the driver’s seat, starting the car even as Seungmin announces over the roar of the sputtering engine, “That’s it then. I only have white scrunchies. Predators win. Again.” He adds sourly under his breath, pulling Hyunjin into the backseat with him.

“It doesn’t matter who wins.” Chan is saying, like a father teaching a lesson to his petulant children, as he slides into the passenger seat beside Minho. “What matters is that we let the wolves out for a bit to stretch their legs and we all had fun.” 

Changbin shoots you a look, mouths, ‘help me’ at you, and forces himself into the backseat beside Hyunjin and Seungmin, pulling Felix onto his waiting lap as he does so.  

You sling an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders as everyone finishes piling back into the car, like a group of clowns headed to the circus.

 A bunch of sweaty, fulfilled, spent clowns.  

“So? How was your first Hide and Seek, Yang Jeongin?” 

He glances up at you with eyes impossibly wide, and then his teeth appear as he grins, eyes scrunching. 

You feel your heart give out in your chest, and not from all the running. 

“That was so cool! I can’t wait to try it sometime!” 

Jisung appears out of nowhere at your side, still glowering, scaring the shit out of you as you noticeably jump. 

“Fuck.”

Jisung ignores your startled outburst and narrows in on the youngest standing beside you, pointing warningly at him as his fingertip jabs into his narrow chest. 

“Just know, the alphas are a big ass bunch of cheaters, and don’t let them convince you otherwise.” 

“How in the world did we cheat, Jisung?” Changbin calls out the back window of the packed car, his voice exasperated, though you can’t see him, buried beneath Felix and Hyunjin. 

Jisung rolls his eyes and mutters something insulting sounding under his breath, before he stomps off to the other side of the car. 

Minho honks the horn and leans out the driver’s side window with a pointed glare in your direction. 

“C’mon, you two. Get in the damn car. It smells like a zoo in here.” 

You grin and rustle Jeongin’s hair affectionately, and he returns the expression, before he takes your hand and follows you to the car and the overflowing banter from the pack within. 

Your pack. 

“I call first dibs on the shower when we get back.” 

“No way in hell. First caught doesn’t deserve first shower.” 

“Fuck you!” 

“You could’ve, and you also could’ve fucked Changbin-hyung if you had saved some time and not sucked so much at the game.” 

“Please for the love of god, leave me out of this.” 

“Pups. Don’t make your father or I come back there.” 

“Is Chan-hyung the father in this scenario?” 

“Obviously.” 

*Deep Sigh* “Oh my god.” 

“At least someone got to fuck in this scenario, hm, Minho-hyung and noona?” 

“No way, I took a vow of celibacy when I became a nun.” 

“Hah. You’re not a nun!......are you?” 

“How was it anyway, the woods sex?” 

“Someone answer me! I’m freaking out a little bit here!” 

*Even Deeper Sigh* “She’s not a nun, Jisung.” 

“Oh thank god.” 

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[allzelemonz]

Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Falling asleep with his head on your lap

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/References to sex Warnings: Fluff, sleeping, kissing

Abe: 

It’s just that he’s been so busy on the ranch and you’re so comfortable and your voice is so nice to his ears and he loves how you were playing with his hair. He just happened to nod off. You admire him as he sleeps and he sleeps very soundly with you. When he wakes up it takes him a moment before he realizes you were talking to him.

“I’m real sorry, I knew you was talkin’, I was just- well I- I mean-”

“It’s alright, Abe.”

He lays still for a second, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “It was rude of me.”

You chuckle lightly. “Do you wanna go to bed?”

He nods, giving you a sheepish smile. “I am sorry, really.”

You bend over him and press a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t be.”

Bill Williamson: 

He wouldn’t be caught dead like this infront of anyone. But you’re in your tent, secure and private. He feels safe here. This is something he does often. Whenever he needs a nap he always likes to take it with you, have a nice time cuddling and being cozy. If you’re busy with something he’ll fall asleep however close you’ll let him, hoping he’ll wake up with you next to him. This time you just needed to get a few papers together to help with the ledger, so Bill settled onto the ground with his head resting gently in your lap. He watched you work for a while, but his eyes get heavy quickly and he falls. You give him the occasional loving look as you run a hand through his hair or over his hairy face, but the work takes longer than his nap. He wakes up and watches you for a while before he slowly gets up, gives you a quick kiss, and returns to the duties of camp.

Charles Smith: 

It’s not an uncommon occurrence and he doesn’t care about others seeing it as much as he might other forms of affection. Usually it’s on the edge of camp anyway. He’ll rest his head in your lap when neither of you have much to do, partly hoping that you’ll play with his hair. You usually do, it’s hard to resist. The feeling of your fingers lightly brushing or loosely braiding makes him close his eyes to enjoy it and he ends up drifting off. Sometimes you’ll just look at him, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps, other times you’ll read or find something to occupy your hands until he wakes up.

Colm O’Driscoll: 

You would kill to have a camera. The ruthless gang leader looks like an old Irish dog when he sleeps. He snores lightly and his face is as peaceful as it will ever get. You have half a mind to try and get one of the boys’ attention so you can get a photo to remember this, but getting caught wouldn’t be good. Colm has his reputation, he holds it very close. He hardly ever even shows a soft side to you, it’s a rare occurrence just like this. So you bask in it, timidly letting your fingers run through his hair. You occasionally catch a tangle because he never brushes it and you have to carefully pull it apart. He stirs, blinking up at you.

“Sorry, Colm.” You mumble. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

He sighs, low and halfway a groan. “What time is it, sweetheart?”

“Afternoon.”

He settles back against your lap, closing his eyes again. “I got a job around sunset, wake me then.”

“Of course.” You say, smiling to yourself as you resume untangling his hair.

Kieran Duffy: 

He finds whatever time he can to sit with you at the campfire. Javier will often make a comment, telling you to get a room or something. It makes Kieran nervous, but you tell the outlaw off every time. Tonight it’s just Uncle telling his stories to a few of you. Kieran laid down, tired but not wanting to miss the old man’s story. You don’t notice he’s asleep until he twitches and you look down to see his closed eyes. You have your arm draped over his middle, so you tighten it because he likes to be held securely. He says it helps with the nightmares. Uncle goes on with his story and Kieran wakes up periodically before falling back asleep. It’s only once you’re tired that you lightly shake him and tell him it’s time to retire. He nods sleepily and allows you to pull him along.

Micah Bell: 

He’s always touching you in some way. So it’s no surprise when lays his head in your lap to attempt to distract you from cleaning your knife. It doesn’t work. He’ll often try to distract you, usually he’s more bold. He might run a hand up your thigh or kiss your neck, maybe even pull you close from behind so you can feel why he wants your attention. But today this is all he wants, to be close to you. When you finish your knife he hands you his and you take it without question, wanting his rare sweetness to continue. So you clean his knife and by the time you’re done he’s asleep. You set it to the side and admire him for a moment. His hair looks much more blond in the lighting, almost a true gold. You softly run your fingers through it, feeling the layer of grease that’s there even after he has a rare bath. When Micah sleeps it’s always light, so he feels you. He wakes up but he doesn’t show it because he wants you to keep admiring him and playing with his hair, but he’d never admit it.

Sean MacGuire: 

He could listen to you read to him for hours, but today it’s warm and things are slow. He falls asleep within a chapter and you happily save your place and make sure he’s comfortable. You rest a hand on his chest, messing with his shirt’s buttons while you look down at him. He’s peaceful, a small smile on his face. Time passes much quicker than you like and he wakes up even sooner. He smiles up at you, blinking the sleep from his eyes before he drags a hand over them.

“Nodded off, didn’t I?” He asks, yawning through the words.

You nod, running a hand over his face to push a few stray hairs away.

Sean sighs, stretching slightly. “Want me ta make it up ta ya?”

“How’s that?” You ask, matching his smile.

Sean sits up, turning so he can pull you in for a kiss.

[zhongrin]

i store the memories of you in a locked box

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham

◇ tags ◇ word vomit, very abstract

◇ a/n ◇ literally me keeping a note and just jotting down what reminded me of them.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

reading books with rain pitter-pattering outside. hand kisses before you leave the house. petrichor and licorice. stopping by to listen to an erhu performance on a bustling subway station. the soft tinkling of gemstones against each other. clean pressed laundry. glittering topaz. a beautiful bird’s feather. a crowded cafe and yet nobody exists but you two as you give each other your undivided attention. freshly brewed osmathus tea. “dearest, i ran you a bath.”. waking up at dawn. low humming of an old nostalgic song. the sound of liquid trickling into a teacup. gold and amber. golden rings. reading glasses. the slow taps of fingertip against a desk. comfy leather armchairs. long strolls along the night beach. relaxed walk within the city in daytime. a lover’s embrace. walking arm-in-arm. gentle hand tucking stray hair to its rightful place. low chuckles. controlled, amused laughter hidden behind gloved hand. ‘disappointed but not surprised’ stare. polished shoes and immaculately pressed suits. hidden tattoos. sincere and straightforward declaration of love. “thank you for coming into my life.”

forehead kisses. the howling wind in a thunderstorm. the chilling breeze after the rain. bright moon in the starless night sky. the smell of hair dye. the sound of flute in the distance. the tick-tocks of an analog watch. cracked and imperfect jades. two sides of the same coin. “how are you this cute?”. exasperated sighs. amused chuckles. the embarrassment that hits after a particularly unexpected snort. dark undereye circles. sleeping until noon. taking catnaps throughout the day. forgetting to eat for 8 hours. watching over each other. silent footsteps around the house. piggyback carries. fuzzy blankets. pretending to not notice the other is crying and lending a shoulder to cry. the slowly rising steam of a hot drink. restless nights. lazy mornings. lazy afternoons. when it’s sunny out but cool inside as the sunlight filters in through the glass onto the spot you’re cuddling on. secretly exchanged looks. jade bracelets. field of flowers. “you are my sun.”

morning breeze coming in through the open window. the orange hue of sunset. whistling a tune. raspy good mornings. a stretch of a grassy field. jasmine flowers. soft laughs. falling asleep against each other on airport lounges. subtly exchanged knowing glances and smiles. the sound of paper turning. kissing each other’s scars. temple kisses. a relaxing bubble bath. making your own bath bombs. aimless strolls. hiking the small hill behind your house. camping. forest. stargazing. fingers intertwined around each other. well-used and tattered sneakers. “will you grant this humble servant the honor of escorting you, my liege?”. surprise kisses. soft lips on the back of your palms. packing a suitcase. spontaneous adventures. the smell of a new city. the art of reading analog maps. drunken confessions. finding new selfies of each other on your phones. beachside walks. “in you, i found my home.”

smell of parchment. yellowed pages of a book. dewdrops. “i’m glad we ran into each other.” quill pen against paper. morning sun touching the blades of swaying grass. warmth of fire against the cool night air. the various textures of leaves. black coffee. coffee stains. aromatic spices. crisp colognes. ocean breeze. the glint of a blade. sound of water rippling. hidden ravines and waterfalls. muffled music through headphones. reading books while holding hands. reading the same book while cuddling. wordlessly flipping to the next page because you know he’s finished reading. relaxed sighs. exasperated sighs. tree branches crunching under your feet. piggyback rides. forehead flicks. a steadily growing collection of plants. silently watching cityscape at night. sound of campfire. “you’re a book i never want to finish reading.”

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[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Nico x Son of Apollo Reader

Request: Reader is a son of Apollo, who’s super good at archery and really loves the beach. Hurt/comfort reader is super jealous of the way both Nico and Will are super close with each other and Reader has this huger crush on Nico.

This whole day had been a mess, you had intended on telling Nico how you felt, only for your brother Will to be beside him every second of the day. Any chance you had being thrown out the window. Nico looked happy with Will’s arm thrown around his shoulder, hut part of you ached. You wanted to be the one whose arm was thrown around him. Be the one he was laughing and smiling with.

Part of you thought Will did it on purpose to irk you but you knew he didn’t. He didn’t think like that, nor did he do things in spite of others.

Part of you wanted to be happy for them, but you just couldn’t. You had spent the better part of a year pining after the raven haired boy, doing anything you could to impress him often times making a fool of yourself. Your archery skills never seemed to even cause his glance to cast your way.

You found yourself sitting on the beach, the sun was setting and normally people were gathered round the campfire, but you just couldn’t force yourself to watch your half brothers displays of affection towards the boy who you were enamored with.

the breeze that drifted over you seemed to calm you down, the sand beneath you working to ground you in your heartbroken state. The pink, purple and blue hues all blessing your eyes as they blended together painting the most beautiful sight.

“I see why you like this place so much” you jumped slightly before turning to see Nico, immediately going back to staring at the sky ignoring the blush that took over as he sat beside you. Still part of you was jealous, envious even of the attention he had given Will throughout the day.

Your mind seeming to nag you with the thought of him and Will. “Did I do something to upset you?” you shook your head not moving your gaze from the sunset. “You’ve been glaring at me most of the day, especially when I was around Will…” his voice trailed off before he seemed to get upset. “Do you have a problem with my relationship, all because we’re both boys” the sentence loomed in your mind, it couldn’t be further from how you felt.

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.” He still didn’t get it, but you didn’t want to give up how you felt. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you and Nico or between You and Will. “Then whats your problem?” You could feel yourself about to snap, “Isn’t it obvious?” you managed to huff out, picking up a shell out of the sand. Everything around you suddenly becoming more interesting.

“Not really, no. Help me understand.” He put his hand on your shoulder urging you to tell him what was bothering you. “I like you Nico, I have for a while.” This wasn’t the way you imagined confessing, you didn’t want to tell him when he was with someone let alone one of your half brothers.

“I guess its a good time to tell you me and Will aren’t actually dating.” you whipped your head towards him glaring at him. “It was dare to act like a couple, it didn’t quite feel right but being with you does.” His hand interlaced with yours, both of your faces heating up. “You’re handsome when you’re jealous, y’know that?” you playfully pushed him a smile appearing on your face. “Oh shush.”

[altarofanorsepagan]

random crap i associate with freyja

renaissance paintings, particularly romantic ones

elves in medieval fantasy like lotr

wlw sexualities and relationships, especially bisexuality

additionally, the lesbians with swords wedding photos

medieval fashion

the sun, particularly golden hour or sunrises and sunsets

scrunkly cats, i feel like they would make her laugh

bonfires and campfires

dappled sunshine on the forest floor

fruit baskets

those videos of pretty women in those hot pirate cosplays that give me gay panic

cottagecore/fairycore aesthetic mushrooms

the color pink but the lighter and prettier shades

ren faire and d&d

the transition between autumn and summer

"the knight who was taught to save dragons" from the witcher netflix soundtrack

"kingdom dance" from the tangled soundtrack

"the nightingale" from the witcher wild hunt soundtrack

maybe just fantasy soundtracks in general at this point

vanilla, both the flavor and scent

chocolate covered strawberries

basically any berries

belly rolls, hip dips, and stretch marks

literally all of hozier's music but especially the songs "to someone from a warm climate," "i, carrion (icarian)," "wasteland baby," and "like real people do"

"fair," "blossoms," and "love run (intro)" by the amazing devil

foxes

[marvellousimagines]

I just wanted to write my own take on the act 2 romance scene, using the cannon version as a guide but doing my own thing.

You tossed and turned in your bedroll, but you just couldn’t sleep. The shadow-cursed lands were getting to you, there was no way to tell night from day and the constant oppressive darkness was wearing you down more heavily than it had in the Underdark.

Deciding you’ve lost the fight for sleep, you grabbed a lamp (less for vision and more to just keep the shadow curse at bay as you left the immediate area of the campfire) and decided to scout the area. Maybe you just needed a bit of peace of mind that nothing was actually around.

You did not expect to find a night sky full of stars. It was like the curse had parted in one specific point a few paces away from camp. As you approached, however, you could see Gale sitting in the middle of it with his back to you, glowing, moving his arms as though painting the night sky itself.

You realize that was perhaps exactly what he was doing.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Gale asked, lowering his arms and turning just slightly to look at you out of the corner of his eye.

You shook your head as you walked slowly up to Gale, giving him time to shoo you away if he didn’t want the company. He didn’t say anything, though, and in fact sat back almost invitingly as you sat down next to him.

“This is beautiful,” you told Gale, gesturing at the illusion of the night sky around the two of you.

“I always love this time of night,” Gale commented with a smile, his eyes not leaving your face as he spoke. “I figured, if I couldn’t sleep, I might as well sit amongst beauty instead of spending what could very well be my last few nights surrounded by nothing but shadows.”

You frowned. You hated hearing Gale talk about what Mystra tasked him to do. But you’ve already promised Gale a dozen times over that you’d find another way to beat the Absolute. “Did you want to be by yourself?” you asked instead, voice almost a whisper. “I don’t want to intrude on your moment if you wanted a moment alone.”

Gale shook his head. “My picture of a perfect night was incomplete, until you showed up,” he stated with a soft smile. “Though, I do have to wonder, what’s keeping you from sleep? I’d have thought you’d be exhausted after everything today.”

“It’s just… all the darkness. It got to me a bit in the Underdark, but it’s really bad here. Being in constant darkness, I can’t tell the difference between night and day, I don’t know how much time has passed. I love what you’ve done with the magic here, I really do,” you glanced away from Gale to lean back on your arms to look up at the starry sky. “But I’m going to go crazy if I don’t see some light that’s not from a torch or lantern sometime soon.”

“Well, I might be able to do something about that,” Gale commented, standing up and reaching a hand down to help you to your feet. Once you were standing, however, Gale continued to hold your hand in his, reaching for your other hand to hold it as well. “You must know… you mean a lot to me. I wish I could have the time to do this properly. Say it better,” he looked down at his hands clasping yours, then back up to your face. “I’m in love with you. And I want at least one perfect night for the both of us.” Your surroundings began to fade and blur before changing altogether. The dark blues and blacks of the forest at night changed to the yellows and oranges of a bright sunset and you found yourself on some kind of balcony overlooking the water.

“Welcome to Waterdeep,” Gale said with a fond smile at you as you took in the surroundings with wide eyes. “Of course we can’t actually go there. But I wanted to show you my home, in case I… wouldn’t get the chance later.” You frowned a bit at the break in Gale’s voice at that and turned to look at him.

“This is beautiful, too. Thank you,” you said, leaning in to kiss the wizard. Gale returned the kiss and then some, deepening the kiss as if trying to communicate the feelings he couldn’t adequately put to words.

He pulled back, but didn’t go far. “If you’ll allow me, there is one place in particular I’d rather like to bring you to,” he said with a slightly mischievous smile and half-lidded eyes.

“Show me,” you whispered, having an idea of where this was going.

Instead of walking, the building seemed to move around you, taking you quickly through a room and a hallway before stopping at a bedroom. A window covered most of one of the walls, curtains open letting in more of the golden light of the sunset, shining in on a large canopy bed. Opposite the window were wall-to-wall bookcases, a desk nearby with a few books left open on it. It was very, well, Gale.

While you were distracted, Gale lifted you up and laid you down on the bed, you were surprised to feel it just as soft as it looked - you thought this was all just an illusion, but it certainly felt like you were now laying in a plush bed.

Gale was staring at you, a soft smile on his face as you started to notice a faint blush on his cheeks. “What is it?” you asked.

“I was wrong earlier. When I said you look the most beautiful after a battle,” Gale stated as he crawled onto the bed, moving closer until he was positioned over you, holding himself up on his elbows while the lower half of his body settled between your legs. You could feel his arousal against your thigh and you sucked in a breath at the pleasurable jolt it sent through your body. “THIS is how you look the most beautiful. In my bed, relaxed, with the sun shining on you like it was made to highlight your features.”

You couldn’t stop smiling, but you were done hearing Gale sing your praises. Instead, you wanted to know more of what he had planned with you. With one hand you grabbed the front of his robes to pull him closer, catching his lips with yours. The other hand went up to the back of his head to run through his hair, tugging slightly, which Gale seemed to enjoy if his pleased hum and buck of his hips were anything to go by.