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i hope in the next sdv update we get the option to build linus a house
#or cabin or shack or something#i know he wants to independent and close to nature#but he lives in the mountains in a place based loosely in the pacific northwest;#his tent can only do so much đ#it doesn't need to have heating or plumbing or w/e i just want him to stay warm and dry#also. maybe some actually clothes instead of leaves#maybe have the farmer teach him how to use a sewing machine like emily did for us#its moddled on those old fashioned foot operated ones so he doesn't electricity#he doesn't need wool either; he could use leaves and grass to make fabric!#(it wouldn't be as soft or as waterproof but it would work. and its sustainable)#again if i knew shit about modding or pixel art i'd do it myself. but alas đ#mickey.txt
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Sooo much angstttttttttttt đ
I need the boys to wake up and do whatever it takes to fix it, please, I can't take the angst đđđ
Does this count as fix-it? đ¤ hope you enjoy, anon! Also this turned out far longer than i thought it would lol
First Part
Another shift slowly happens within the duchy, palpable. The whispers of servants echo louder than ever, growing sharp and cutting in the empty halls you once used to frequent. They still avoid you, but now they wonder and whisper of your health. Itâs not just them; the men youâd once hoped youâd at least be on an amicable basis with slowly change as well, the longer your absence haunts the halls and galas.
John is the first to act. Itâs hesitant at first, awkward even, as though he canât figure out how to approach the shattered remains of what heâs ignored for so long. He stands outside your door one evening, his shadow stretching under the flickering candlelight, fist raised to knock. But he doesnât. Not at first. He falters, as if the weight of his guilt roots him to the spot.
When he finally does knock, itâs tentative, barely audible.
ââŚAre you awake?â His voice carries a softness youâve never heard before, but it grates against your numbness.
You donât answer. Your eyes barely flick towards the door, not moving from where you are curled on your side.
He lingers, sighs, and leaves.
You had intended to let yourself waste away, in all honesty. Only your mother doesnât let you; she bursts into your room one day, sneers at the miserable sight you make, and insults you to the high heavens. Nothing new, even if her digs hurt, even if she says she isnât surprised by no one loving you when you are like this, but she forces you to eat some nibbles and then into a shower; she doesnât care. She is simply tired of having you be an embarrassment and hiding away from the public eye.
Thus, you no longer stay in your room. You donât bother with jewelry, with heavy gowns or complicated hair styles or even clearing the layer of dust off your furniture, you just leave your room. Thankfully,
Unfortunately, that means passing by the maids and servants. It means passing by them. It means interacting with them again, though no longer initiated by you.
Simon is the second, and less direct. He lingers in places you begin to re-frequent; the library, the gardens, the corridors near your room. He doesnât speak, just watches from the periphery, eyes heavy and intense. Once, when you brush past him without acknowledging his presence, he mutters something under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides. But he doesnât try to stop you and you don ask what he said.
He probably didnât mean you, anyways. You doubt he wants to speak to you, the obstacle.
Johnny falters the most. Though your interactions with him were few, youâd occasionally hear from the servants about how fun he is in general. His smiles, though theyâve never been aimed at you, look quite fake to you, jokes half-hearted and dying on his lips whenever you pass on rare occasions.
One day, he brings a tray of food to your room himself, hoping to coax you into eating with something heâs cooked just for you. You answer the door, see him holding it, and shake your head without a word. Even if it looks delectable, like the dishes John would get.
âPlease,â he says, his voice cracking. âI- just try a bit, hen.â
But you close the door before he can say more. He will try again and often, sometimes just leaving the tray, but you never touch it. Youâve lost weight, you know, and the only reason you are getting some nutrients at this point is because you occasionally sneak into the kitchens late at night for tiny snacks to tide you over. If Johnny knows itâs you, heâs never said anything.
Kyle is quieter, yet more present. The guilt eats away at him the most; he knows that his lack of care and respect had a part in the way the rest of the maids and staff treated you. He spends his evenings pacing the hall outside your room, his head bowed, mumbling apologies that youâll never hear, wondering which one is best.
Once, he catches you in the garden alone, his mouth opening as if to speak, but you pass him without so much as a glance; you already know he wonât care for you have to say or ask for, heâll just say he is busy, so you just donât bother.
He stays frozen in place, his hand half-raised, the words stuck in his throat.
The servants, per Kyle and Johnâs orders, begin to change. Their guilt is slower to manifest, but itâs there and itâs evident in the way they rush to fulfill your needs despite your reluctance. They clean your room with quiet efficiency, no longer treating you like a burden, even though you hadnât asked it of them. They leave fresh flowers on your desk and vanity, extra blankets on your bed, and freshly pressed gowns in your wardrobe.
You ignore all of it. Itâs a waste of everyoneâs time snd effort. You arenât worth it.
Yet despite their heavy guilt, they return to and continue serving you.
But nothing changes the heaviness in your chest, the emptiness that refuses to leave.
One day, closer to the date of the annual winter gala hosted by the emperial family, you step into the dining room unannounced, your presence startling them all. Itâs the first time youâve joined them in weeks. You move slowly, your posture rigid and tired, your expression unreadable.
âDuchess,â John starts, his voice uncertain, rising from his seat.
ââŚJohn,â You sit without meeting his eyes, your movements slow and deliberate. The table is silent, the tension suffocating as John, Simon, and Kyle exchange uncertain glances.
John clears his throat. âItâs good to see you, wife.â
You donât respond.
The meal is awkward, stilted, but itâs necessary for you; you need to get reused to John for your eventual reappearance in high society. Johnny offers you dishes with a hesitant, hopeful look in his eyes, and Kyle pours your wine with an unsteady grip. John and Simon try to start a conversation, but their words falter and fade when you donât reply.
Still, they try. Over the following weeks, their efforts grow.
John begins carving out time to spend with you, awkwardly hovering near your door, waiting for even a crumb of acknowledgment. He starts leaving small notes for you- apologies and quiet promises to be better. They pile up on your desk, untouched but not thrown away. You want to believe, but you feel jaded and tired.
Simon offers you quiet companionship, instead. Standing at your side in the garden or library, saying nothing but ensuring youâre not alone. He speaks softly when he does talk, a one-sided conversation with only the occasional hum or noise from you, but heâs undeterred.
Johnny keeps cooking for you, leaving trays of food outside your door with little notes attached: Eat a bit, bonnie. Just for me. You donât eat much, still have very little appetite, but you do start taking bites here and there, and itâs enough to keep him trying.
Kyle offers small acts of service- holding doors open for you, keeping anything you might need available at hanf, ensuring your rooms are kept warm and comfortable. His words are rare, but his actions speak of endless guilt and the quiet hope that he can earn even a sliver of forgiveness.
The maids and butlers follow suit, their movements quieter, their service more thoughtful. They stop muttering, their eyes full of remorse whenever they see you. They bow in respect, and no longer treat you as if you arenât a part of the duchy.
But you keep them all at armâs length. Their guilt is evident, their efforts genuine, but the wounds theyâve left on your heart are deep. Forgiveness, if it ever comes, will not be easily earned. For now, you let them try, watching their clumsy attempts with a mixture of numbness and quiet satisfaction (that you do feel guilty over, but truly canât help).
Several weeks before the gala, John comes to your office. He sits down, and waits until you are finished with your paperwork before he speaks. You are in a beautiful dress- Simonâs gift- and your hair is in a delicate style, done by your maids. You look pretty. You feel nice, even if the numbness remains. These days, itâs less.
âDuchess, I was thinking,â he began, voice soft and patient. âit might do you some good to get away for a while. A change of scenery.â
You turned to look at him, the suggestion pulling you from your numb reverie. His blue eyes searched yours, and for once, there was no coldness, no distance. âSomewhere quiet,â he continued, âwhere you can rest⌠away from all of this.â
The idea of leaving the suffocating walls of the manor, and the heavy tension of the duchy was tempting. And yet, you hesitated, unsure if you could trust the gesture or if it was just another attempt to smooth over appearances.
âIâll take care of everything,â he added quickly, as if sensing your doubt. âYou wonât have to worry about a thing. You can choose who youâd like to go with, or even if you want to go alone. Itâs entirely up to you, Duchess.â
Johnny and Kyle appeared in the doorway then, Kyle holding a tray with a steaming cup of tea, Johnny with a small, hopeful smile and a plate of your favorite biscuits. Even Simon lingered near the threshold, his gaze steady but tinged with something softer than usual.
They were all waiting for your answer, their expressions almost pleading. You could feel the weight of their guilt and the sincerity of their offer. It wasnât much- not enough to erase everything that had passed- but it was something. A step forward.
ââŚIâll think about it.â you said at last, your voice quiet but firm. And for the first time in a long while, you saw a flicker of relief in their eyes.
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Heyy beauty!
Can i request a Harwin break my back Strong x wife Targaryen reader fic where he beats the shit out of someone who disrespects her. He gets out of it with no consequences, reader looks after him & it ends in smutđ
(I'd appreciate it if u could do more Harwin fics cause lord knows I'm thirsty for itđ)
How to fix an aching nose.// Ser Harwin Strong x Targ!Wife!Reader. Smut.
Summary: Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.
Warnings: p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), a Lannister being punch.
Harwin was more than anxious to have you, his dearest wife, alone for more than the few moments you were allowed, to what extent could he reminisce about your wedding night? His mind was elsewhere during the hunt, listening only to his father's instructions, and ignoring the lords. Ever since he married you, he had felt the looks they gave him, full of envy of course. Few dared little more than stare, the stupidest could dare to vocalise it. And Lord Tyland Lannister was one of those fools.
"I see you are distracted, Ser Harwin," said the Lord with a mocking laugh as he watched the stag slip away from him at close range. "Marriage...always has the same effect on men."
He chuckled, a few laughed with him, but most gave him a dirty look, and Harwin set his spear aside.
"What effect do you mean, Ser Tyland?" he asked dryly.
"Well, the effect of women. They are a constant headache."
"I don't think you should speak so of wives when you haven't managed to marry a single woman since you've been at court, my lord." He wanted to leave it at that, but Tyland had taken offense.
"When one wields so much fortune, choosing a wife to entrust to him is a different task. I suppose you don't know what I'm talking about now, Ser Harwin."
Harwin walked toward him, towering over him. It clearly frightened him.
"I don't need to brag about money to show my wealth. And that I think if you are able to understand."
Tyland was silent for a second. Everyone had turned to watch the scene, except your father, the King, who was too sore to pay attention. None of them listened as your father asked for your presence to escort him to his tent without making a fuss. So Harwin turned to continue the hunt without being aware that his own wife was walking towards the scene. Neither was Lord Lannister.
"You certainly took a treasure for the little price you must have paid...you took a very possible wife from me." Tyland was whispering it to Harwin now, purposely irritating him. "Though...perhaps you did me a favor. A princess who chooses someone like you should not be driven by anything but lust and madness. Maybe your wife is a lot cheaper than we all thought."
Then Harwin exploded. With the first fist he knocked out two of Tyland's molars, and with the second he buried him in the mud. None of Ser Lyonel's orders were heard as he tore Tyland apart, only the insults towards you, raging. They tried to pull him away, but he was still there. And there you found him.
"HARWIN!" You shouted, running towards him. It took him a while to notice you, he looked at you, a little frightened that you had seen him be so savage.
"He insulted you" he said quietly, then looked at Tyland "YOU INSULTED THE PRINCESS!"
And he gave him one last kick before he was pushed away by the guards. He had to be pushed away until he was led out of the hunt, and he only looked at you, begging your forgiveness for the disturbance. Your father was disoriented, and only understood what was happening from the words of one of the guards. And you had to wait to get your father to his bed before you met Harwin.
"What happened?" you asked as you entered your tent. Harwin was waiting for you, on his back and standing. When he turned around you saw his nose was bleeding. You ran to wipe it. "Gods! Did Tyland do that to you?"
"He wishes it was him, my love...it was one of the guards."
"I suppose it's because you've hit him first, isn't it?"
He smiled, because he knew you as well as you knew him. And he watched your concern disappear with every second, seeing your smile again.
"I'm not going to let anyone walk all over me. Not me, not you," he said, kissing your neck as he hugged you, lifting you off the ground and pressing you against his chest.
"Oh, Harwin, and why do you say that?"
You wiped the blood from him as he told you the story. It was starting to bruise a little, but had stopped bleeding after he put a cold cloth on it, holding it patiently and letting it play with the ties of your dress.
"I don't want you to think I'm just a... a beast too. I hold my anger a lot more than you think. Only you make me feel at peace, wife." He ran his hand through your hair.
It certainly hadn't been easy to convince your father. The Strongs were beloved at court, but Harrenhal was not a place of good repute, and marrying the King's second daughter to a notorious brute like Harwin "Breakbones" Strong had caused much controversy. You succeeded after years of hiding in the corridors, and every night Harwin could only draw on his imagination to do more than kiss you, for he had always put your reputation and honour before his desires.
You had only been married a short time, but it had been a season since you two had spent time alone. Your elder sister Rhaenyra was keeping you by her side at night, uncomfortable with her first pregnancy, and in the mornings, Harwin was too busy catching up on his duties as heir to Harrenhal.
Still, it didn't take away a single ounce of excitement, you craved each other throughout the day, and Harwin always managed to pull you aside to talk or kiss you. Either was enough for him, but he really wanted you back in his bed.
"You don't look like a beast to me." You put your hands on his neck, sat on his lap, you could feel his bulge on your leg. "And even if you had looked like one, you forget I've never been the person who holds his reputation in the highest regard, remember?"
They smiled, Harwin remembered in fact, more than once he had had to push you out of his sight because you had guided his hand where maidens should not be touched, all before you were married. You kissed him first, and when he was training you watched him from your window, catching his eye and "accidentally" showing your breasts. In the dark of night he had to pick you up off the floor because you had knelt before him. And in between all those moments Harwin couldn't help but be captivated by you, begging the King for your hand.
"I remember everything. You are far more beastly than I, my wife..." His member began to grow as he remembered, your scent right there, he captured your lips.
"You have offended me," you faltered, pulling away from the kiss. "Show me who the beast is here, Ser Breakbones."
One swift movement and he unfastened the bodice of your dress, freeing your breasts, and brought one to his lips. And as it sank to your chest you giggled at his eagerness, enjoying the tingle that formed on your legs as you felt Harwin's saliva run over your tits.
"Do you find this amusing, my princess? Having me sit here?" He ran his hands under your skirt, stroking your pearl as if by accident, but you knew he wasn't, that he was doing it to ravish you.
"I do find it a bit funny, I'm afraid..."
He stilled your laughter by throwing you onto the bed they had set up for you. Remarkably smaller than the one in your room back in the Keep, but Harwin didn't plan to use it much. He removed what was left of your dress, leaving you now completely naked. Your body being a spectacle for him.
"Well I'm no clown, of the many tricks they know how to do, I doubt very much they know how to do this."
He rested one hand on the bed, circling you on top of you, and the other he used to turn you, your back, your ass facing the outside. He caressed your back, stroke both cheeck of your ass and finally touching your cunt. One finger entered first, stirring your discharge with your clitoris and eliciting a soft moan from you. He watched you watching him, mouth half open. He was so handsome, with his smooth coat but rugged features, Harwin was all man. He inserted a second finger, and the third was not long in coming. Then he began to shake his hand rapidly, lifting your entire pelvis to his rhythm. You couldn't help but cry out as you felt such continuous pleasure.
"No..." whispered Harwin, pulling his face closer to yours, "no one knows how to do this to you like I do..."
Pleasure engulfed you, and Harwin could see you come to orgasm, you moaned millimetres from his lips, which he felt as if it was feeding him. He let you rest, and before he could lick his fingers with your arousal, you took his hand to lick them for him. If he was already excited before, Harwin had to hold back a moan when he felt the friction of his own pants squeezing his erection.
"Now let me reward you, my Lord, for defending my honour..." you removed his shirt, and kissed his big abs. But you made him suffer as you reached for his trousers, unbuttoning them bit by bit, not until you had removed them completely did you focus on his member.
Fat and in proportion to your husband, his cock needed two hands to massage it well. First you gave him a little kiss on the tip, as if in greeting, and looked up at Harwin, who seemed impatient but loved your gaze as you knelt before him. You were beautiful from every angle, and your eyes sharpened from that perspective. He pushed your silver hair aside as an excuse to touch it, and he never pushed your head, you always managed to make him enjoy at your own pace. You licked the tip for a while, but before he could cum, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, knowing which way to guide it so you wouldn't gag. You sucked slowly but intensely, using your cheeks to make your mouth tighter. You were just about to make him cum when Harwin decided to take the reins again.
He caught you by surprise when he pulled away from you to pick you up off the floor, placing you in his arms as he did when he rescued you from troubles you usually got yourself into. One arm around your back and the other around your legs, your hands resting on his shoulders and with the opportunity to kiss him right there. Indeed, you didn't need the bed very much. You didn't quite understand what Harwin was up to, but when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, your hair stood on end. He was moving slowly up and down you, preparing to bury himself all the way in.
"I am convinced that there is no better pussy than yours in all of Westeros, Princess..." his voice was husky, his scent captivated you, and he kissed you tenderly when he wasn't kissing you with tongue.
"So what are you waiting for to enjoy it?"
He lured you to his lips to distract you, but you finally felt him enter. Gently, but creating that special fraction you'd longed for for years before you were married. Harwin broke the kiss to moan, of course this was his favourite part of fucking. He didn't usually do it fast, he liked to pace himself, and for such a big, rough man, he liked to sink into your pussy delicately, whether it was his instinct to protect you, or his instinct to enjoy it. His hips set the pace, as he raised them, his arms lowered, and you felt his full length fill you. He began to speed up the rhythm, he had plenty of strength left, and when he increased you could hear him enjoying himself, making you enjoy yourself.
"I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..." he announced.
Then he laid you back down on the bed. You had no plans to have children yet, so you liked to experiment a little. Harwin positioned your legs apart, and took out his cock to rub it against your clit, fucking your vaginal lips and causing you unparalleled pleasure. You had your second orgasm seconds before you felt Harwin's semen spilling out of your pelvis, with a sweet moan leaving your husbands lips.
He rested his forehead on yours, and you kissed his aching nose.
"Wow...you sure made me feel better, wife." He moved to your side, pulling a blanket over you both, cuddeling you in his arms.
"Yeah...I've missed you too."
"I meant the kiss on the nose...but the rest was good too."
You laughed before threatening to make it bleed again. Harwin was willing to take a million punches as long as his princess was there to kiss his wounds afterwards.
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A Promise
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary:Â As war inches closer on the horizon, Azriel reminds you of a promise you made to himâone you aren't sure you can keep.
Word count:Â 1k
Warnings:Â Angst <3
a/n:Â Hi I haven't written in a few WEEKS (sorry) đ Here's this to get me back in the swing of things
Main Masterlist âĄ
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âPromise me youâll run,â Azriel pleaded, his forehead resting against yours. âAnything happens up here and you flee. Promise me.âÂ
You fought the instinctual shake of your head, always so quick to reassure himâto tell him that nothing would happen. But you couldnât promise that. Not with a war raging in the distance and you within its throes.Â
âI canât run,â you whispered. âI have an obligation, a duty. I canât.âÂ
Azrielâs breath came out as a sharp exhale, the warm air brushing your jaw as he turned his head to your temple. His hands fought for the purchase of your waist, pulling you close until your bodies melded.Â
He stayed silent, but you could feel the turmoil heaving down the bond in heavy ropes. Someone called for buckets of water on the opposite side of the camp. Azriel remained pressed against you, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed.Â
âIâm sorry, Azriel.âÂ
You had told him you wouldnât be part of this war. But it came on suddenly, unexpectedly, and you couldnât refuse the High Lordâs request. Your gift was too valuable to stay locked up in Velaris when Autumn and Spring were rebelling against the masses. How could you not aid your mate in this fight?
âWe havenât had enough time,â Azriel croaked.
Something within you fractured and you turned to meet his gazeâto coax his eyes open and capture the full picture of his features. âWe will have so much more time, my love. This wonât go the way that you think.â
But you had no gift of clairvoyance, and youâd never fought in a war before. With your hands pressed to Azrielâs cheeks and your head tilted to catch his eyes, you wondered what could have happened in the wars he had fought to cause him so much strife.Â
You counted his family members in your headâall alive, none lost to war.Â
Nothing to match the tortured expression staring back at you.Â
âMe first,â he spoke, so low it was almost lost in the bustle of the camp. âWhen we die. Itâll be me first.âÂ
Your brows came together with a sigh. âAzrielââÂ
âNo,â he countered. He brushed your hands from his face and backed you up until you were behind your tent, a tree meeting your shoulder blades. Azrielâs feet slotted between yours as he bent down. His eyes raced between yours. âI die first. You agreed to that.âÂ
âThereâs no way I could reallyââÂ
âYou agreed.âÂ
You bit into your lip, ignoring the vice-like grip your mate had on the sleeve of your leathers.
You had agreed, but it had seemed like such a small request at the timeâsomething so easy to give him. You had whispered your submission to his worried words if only to ease the distraught way he looked at you.Â
Breaking a promise was not something you were keen to do, but thinking on it nowâthinking about life without himâit was an unbearable ask.Â
âY/n,â Azriel stressed. Because the camp was getting rowdy and unsettled. It was almost time for him to depart.
Your lips remained sealed, any ease of your expression lost to harsh lines and sharp movements. You had promised. You had agreed. But what if this was a bargain you actually had to do good on? What if you were faced with death, with a choice, and you ran from it? What if that choice left you alone?Â
You hadnât had enough time together. Azrielâs truth bounced around in your head as the shadowsinger beseeched you with his eyes. Barely mated a year, this war had not been kind to your plans. Perhaps that was why you had been so ready to allow your mate to die before you.Â
Because you hadnât had enough time to consider just what that meant.Â
âI canât live without you,â you admitted as if it were a revelation and not a fact ingrained in your being. âI canât live when you arenât here.â Your gaze, which had been locked on Azrielâs shoulderâempty, pondering, lostâraced up in search of your mateâs. âI didnât mean to promise that to you. I canât⌠I canât, Azriel.âÂ
Panic had begun to drown you. Breathing was difficult. Your hands began to shake.Â
This was becoming too real, too much. A figurative imagining materializing in the form of wrinkled tents and pleading eyes.Â
You could lose Azriel.Â
This was a war, and it was gruesome and cruel and unfair.Â
No one cared that youâd only had a year with your mate, and there was certainly no pity from the enemy that youâd never experienced this insurmountable fear.Â
You lost the image of your mate to blurry vision and stinging eyes. You pressed harder into the tree at your back, running through the possibilitiesâall the ways you could lose. It was no longer about not running, but what would happen if you did.Â
Azrielâs gentle hush fought for dominance over your labored breathing. His fingers abandoned their grip on your clothes and traced your face instead, brushing back your hair and swiping the tears that had unknowingly begun running down your jaw.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry,â he comforted. âI didnât mean to make you panic. My love, look at me. Please.âÂ
You gasped. âNo, no, I canât. You wouldn't be saying this if you thoughtâyou think we wonât win. You think youâre going to leave me. That youâre going toââ
Another choking gasp.Â
But you still met Azrielâs eye.Â
No tears thereâonly a grief you couldn't fathom. âWe h-havenât had enough time,â you said, speaking it out into the world again.Â
Azrielâs responding breath was achingly broken. It seemed to hurt his chest as it left him. âOh, my love.â He kissed your forehead, his next words spoken into your hairline. âYou forget what I said, alright? I wonât leave and neither will you. We will meet right back here.âÂ
âRight back here,â you agreed.Â
And it was true that you made a promiseâtwo, to be exact. But promises were often only placeholders for fear.
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intertwined, sewn together.
daryl dixon & his lover best friend.
(soft daryl hcs bc i love him)
daryls first instinct is to push you away. he felt that the rest of the group saw through him and only recognized his brother, but not you. never you. he didnt know why you were so nice to him- didnt even believe that you were genuine. but you persisted and eventually managed to weasel your way past his walls, following him everywhere he went. he realizes that hes most true to himself when hes with you.
you two are practically attached to the hip, never seen without each other. half the time youre not even doing anything special, only being in each others presence. as soon as youre away from him, hes asking around to see where youve gone.
you loved sneaking away from the rest of the group and into the forest, following the sounds of rushing water or watching the wildlife scurry past. although daryl knew the woods better than you, he let you lead the way.
as you secure a spot along the river, he settles in besides you, knees knocking against yours, his crossbow forgotten to the side. you pretend not to notice, but sometimes he'll stare at you for moments on end, a small smile forming.
youre basically the only one who can make him laugh- full on belly laugh. your arm is draped around his shoulders as you whisper jokes no one else can catch, and then hes doubling over in concealed laughter, a hand coming up to hide his smile.
its always just been normal to share everything between you, from food to deodorant to blankets to tents to beds to drinks. there was no yours or his. just an ours.
as new additions to the group come along, they always get the impression of daryl being rather intimidating or quiet. theyre always surprised when he sees him with you: laughing like a school-kid and bickering over something stupid.
no one else is surprised when he shows up wearing your clothes and getting defensive at all the stares hed be getting. "what? all my clothes are dirty, s'not my fault."
he only lets either carol or you call him stupid nicknames. the stupider it gets, the more funny.
one time on a run, you found these matching necklaces. he scoffs when you hand it to him, but makes you put it on for him. hes never seen without it again- and will lose his shit if he loses it.
most of the time, he'll listen to you babble on about whatever, but he could talk your ear off just as much. you laughed at how expressive he could get, hands waving around as he explained his distaste to a certain topic.
no one knows when you got together, in fact they like to make bets on it- but one random day youre leaning down to press a kiss to his lips like youve been doing that forever- and everyone just continues on.
while i was making this it crashed and didnt save so i had to write this twice.. (p.s. ive got a couple requests so know im working on all of them! just wanted to post something.. i write super slow sorry đ)
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HAND PLACEMENTS !
PAIRING. skz x gf!reader
GENRE. smut.
NOTES. yall this was js so thirsty đ but i hope yall enjoy !! also if u know me irl and u see this.. turn a blind eye pls ^^ | like my work? buy me a âď¸
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chan ( ë°Šě°Ź )
he leans back in his chair, chuckling to himself at the eager way you throw yourself down on your knees in front of him. eager to have your hands on him, eager to please him. his assessing eyes watch your hands that fiddle with his belt impatiently and he tsks, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent studio. your eyes dart to his at the sound, scared at the possibility that you had done something to displease him. however he extinguishes your worries. chan threads his fingers into your hair and tugs, harshly. the loud moan you let out seems to take both of you by surprise as you stare at your boyfriend with your eyes wide. he only chuckles at your embarrassed expression before pulling you forward and connecting your lips. kissing chan has to be your favourite thing you think. you love the way his tongue caresses yours, the way he angles your head in a way that allows him to kiss you even deeper and the way heâs so attentive to your needs. so attentive in fact that heâs tuned to notice when you particularly like something, and so as he tugs at your hair again, you feel him smirk against your lips when you release another whine. he pulls back slowly and instead uses his hold on your hair to push you back to your previous position between his legs. this time he helps you pull down his pants, his other hand still tugging at your roots harshly in the way that he now knows you like.
âdirty girl, you like when iâm rough with you?â
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lee know ( 댏ë
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no matter how many times he denies the teasing words his members throw at him lightheartedly. minho thinks thereâs truth behind their words. the fact that heâs so completely enamoured by you that he canât help but act like a teenager whenever your around. well heâs acting like one right now.. a very horny teenager judging by the tent his pants that he ignores in favour of holding you up against the door of the fitting room. what? donât judge he couldnât control himself. the moment you had walked out to show him the pretty sundress adorning your body, all that control was thrown out the window and he couldnât drag you back into the fitting room any faster. the threat of someone finding you like this - with straps of your dress pulled down your shoulders to provide minho with easy access to ravish your chest and your legs wrapped around your boyfriendâs waist - looms over your head but you lose focus when minhoâs lips closes around your nipple, and tugs, pulling a surprised moan out of you. he lifts his head at the sound, mind hazy with the need to destroy you but he seems to realise your surroundings. a kiss to your collarbone rewards him with another moan that has him pressing his palm to your mouth to muffle any further sounds while his other hand sneaks between your legs.
âgotta be quiet for me baby.â
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changbin ( ě°˝ëš )
oh he absolutely ruins you with his hands under the back of ur thighs, holding your weight up against him so you can cling to him in your haste to get impossibly closer. he loves to be reminded of how much of an effect his strength has on you and so he slips his hands under your thighs from where your straddling him, muttering a quiet âjumpâ against your lips that has you going feral but you comply to his wishes with a breathy whine. youâre too far lost in his lips to acknowledge the slight smirk he supports but you do not miss the way his hands flex under you a little as he carries you towards his bedroom and you press into him harder. your own fingers trail down to brush over his veins that became more prominent with him flexing. he shudders at your touch and now itâs your turn to smirk into the kiss, pleased that you seem to hold some power over him too. before you know it, changbinâs slowly pulling away from you so that he can deposit you on the bed and you pout when his touch disappears from beneath your thighs. your boyfriend chuckles at your expression but doesnât let you mourn his touch for long before his hands come down to palm at your chest through your shirt.
âoh pretty, you like my hands on you?â
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hyunjin ( íě§ )
my hopeless romantic. he canât help but let his palms completely envelope your face. his fingers brushing over the high points of your cheek while his mouth trails over your jaw to pull breathy sounds from you. heâs so absolutely endeared by you that he canât seem to take his eyes off of you. seeing you get lost in the pleasure he gives you pushes him closer to the edge too. after hours when youâre both far too spent and the room smells of desire and sweat, hyunjin still props himself up using his elbows so his fingers can continue to ghost over your features.
âiâm always in awe of how beautiful you are, my love.â
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han ( í )
han prides himself for being collected and controlled but all that control extinguishes the longer he stays in your present. in his most intimate moments with you where the only sounds that echo around the room are the ones that he pulls from you - your breathy whimpers as you writhe against his body mixed with his groans - he simply finds it hard to focus when your hands explore his bare skin with so much fervor that he bucks his hips into yours, releasing a whine of his own. As much as he loves the feeling of your hands on him, he doesnât trust himself to not lose control if your hands continue down the dangerous path down his abs. so one of his hands gather both of yours to pin them above your head, stretching them in a way that forces you to give up all your control to him. his other hand travels down the length of your body to grab onto your thigh which he uses as leverage to hike your ankle over his shoulder.
âgonna make you feel so good baby.â
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felix ( ěŠëłľ )
he wants to feel as close to you as possible. idc if itâs too basic but he loves holding your hands. lacing his fingers with yours as he presses kisses to your stomach and slowly descends down the length of your body. a surprised gasp sounds from you, followed by a moan when you feel him press open mouthed kisses near your core. âplease lixâ your hips lift on their own accord in your determination to relief the throbbing in between your legs. ever the dotting boyfriend, felix all but dives in. urgent fingers pushing your ruined underwear to the side so he can have unrestricted access. the way he moves his mouth against you nearly makes you see stars, and youâre thankful for the way he grips your hand, long fingers squeezing gently around a yours to ground you to reality. you nearly cry out loud when he lifts his head and the pleasure disappears, but the cry gets stuck in your throat when instead of his tongue he thrusts two of his fingers into you, keeping you full.
âyou take my fingers so well baby.â
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seungmin ( ěšëŻź )
one of seungminâs favourite feelings is your bare body beneath his, especially in this state where you canât seem to get enough of him judging by the fact that your hands struggle to figure out where to settle on his body. Seungmin is in a similar predicament. He sees you lying below him all pliant and willing to take whatever he gives you and he curses himself in his head for only having two hands that make it impossible for him to hold your entire body at the same time. Itâs a shame, he figures that his hands fail him to worship your body in the way you deserve. complaints aside, he decides to rest his palms on the soft curve of your waist, palms gliding up the length of your body in a way that tickles - his touch rewards him with a gentle laugh from you but it turns into a moan when your crotch lightly brushes over his. his hold gives him the opportunity to caress your body under his touch and also to use his grip on you to hold you down as he ruts up into you powerfully.
âgonna lay there all pretty and take it, right?â
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i.n ( ěě´ě )
OH THIS FREAK. donât let his sweet face fool you he is a munch through and through. but who can blame him really. not when your soft thighs are straddling his bare waist and your lips are interlocked with his in a sweet kiss. his rough hands however contradict the softness of his lips. you wince against in his mouth, as a result of the vice grip jeongin has on your hips but he canât bring himself to care - not when he knows you enjoy it secretly - instead he urges you up with his grip. you stumble forward into his chest, not expecting that push but after regaining your balance you comply with his wishes, climbing up the rest of the way. jeonginâs thankful for the way you understand him to the point where he doesnât even need to speak a word to convey what he wants. you just know. just like you know that he wants you to straddle his face. and fast judging by his frantic hands on your hips that pull you down further so that youâre fully seated. you both let out synchronised moans the moment his lips make contact with your hot core.
âjust let me pleasure you.â
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Haloooo!!! I wanted to request something but I jus wanna say how much i adore your workkksssđ not to shade other writers but youre probably my fave out of them, theres just something about your writings thats so comforting and I love it!! Can I request a academic rival trope for Remus and reader??𼚠Im excited to read it!! Thank you!!đŤś
I'm so glad you enjoy them my love!! Thank you for requesting <3
cw: mention of skipping meals (never fear it is remedied)
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠1k words
Remus is the only other person in the library. Youâve been hopelessly aware of him since heâd sat down four tables away from you an hour ago, and youâre positive heâs being distracting on purpose, because no one really eats chocolate like that.Â
Itâs abominable and should be punishable by death, honestly, the way heâs getting brown smudges all over the pages of his book. Heâll pop a chocolate in his mouth, let it get all melty in there, then slowly suck the remnants off each of his fingers, the movement distracted and tantalizing. Brow furrowed and eyes sharp, he looks entirely absorbed by his studies.Â
You wish you could say the same.Â
Youâve read the same page four times now, and the information keeps bouncing off your brain like someoneâs put an invisible shield around it. Your eyes burn slightly, your back aches from too long spent in this wooden chair, but you need to know this stuff by tomorrow. Somehow, you need to make yourself retain it.Â
âDo you mind?âÂ
You stop tapping the end of your pencil on the table, looking over at Remus. Your eyes narrow on instinct.Â
âDo you?âÂ
He raises a brow. âIâm not doing anything.âÂ
âYes, you are. You keep smacking your lips, itâs irritating.â Itâs not, really, itâsâŚitâs something else. Itâs not conducive to a distraction-free study environment, thatâs what it is. âAre you even allowed to have those in here?âÂ
Remus sighs heavily. âAlright.âÂ
Before you can figure out what he means by that, heâs pushing back his chair, walking over to join you at your table. He holds your gaze as he sits down and then pushes his chocolates towards you, seemingly expectant.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âYouâre clearly jealous. Go on, have a few.âÂ
âI am not jealous.â You glare at him, arms folding over your book. Itâs a habit, to hide the answers from him, but when you notice his gaze drop to the protective motion you feel silly. âAnd Iâm not eating those. Youâve been licking your fingers and reaching in there, itâs gross.âÂ
âOh.â Remus retreats slightly, cheeks pinkening. âI didnât realize I was, sorry.âÂ
Itâs gratifying to see him embarrassed. Heâs the shyest of his group of friends (which is to say, he wonât automatically go and talk the ear off anyone within ten yards of him), but he goes about his day with their same unshakeable confidence, earned by social status and, admittedly, an intimidating academic prowess. Though youâve always met each other head on in class, youâve never felt up to par with him in any other respect. Itâs nice to feel on a similar playing field. A bit endearing to see this tentative, boyish side to him, too.Â
It doesnât last long enough.Â
Thereâs the barest shift in his expression, but you note with dread that familiar twinkle in Remusâ eyes. âSeems like youâve been paying more attention to me than your book, hm?âÂ
Yup, the endearment is gone.Â
âIâm basically done studying for the night anyway,â you lie through your teeth. âI was just finishing up.âÂ
Remusâ brow lifts. He clearly doesnât believe you. âGood for you. How long have you been here?âÂ
âSince five.â Itâs the truth this time, and you say it proudly. You want to show him that you work harder than him, are better, but your smugness fizzles out when he frowns.Â
âThat long?â Remus asks, looking less defeated and moreâŚtroubled. âYou must be exhausted. I was only going to put a couple of hours in.âÂ
It nettles you, the implication that he can do better than you by studying half the time. You shrug with feigned insouciance. âI guess weâll see who does better tomorrow.âÂ
âDid you miss dinner?â He breezes right by the challenge, leaning forward as his brows come down. âYou must have taken a break then.âÂ
You cross your arms, appraising him as he does you. What is he playing at?Â
âI donât take breaks, Remus.â I work hard. I play to win.Â
Remus hums, eyes still on you. Itâs a struggle not to squirm under his gaze. After a minute, he sighs.Â
âOkay,â he says, starting to pack up his things. He puts his chocolates back in his bag. âI would offer you some of these, but youâve made your thoughts about that known. I guess all thatâs left is to go to the kitchens.âÂ
You look up at him as he stands. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou canât just not eat before the exam, love. It wouldnât be fair.âÂ
âTo who?âÂ
âTo either of us. You need to do well, and I need to know you can do well so that I do well.â He leans against the table, a soft curve to his bottom lip. Like youâre friends. âCome on, grab your things.âÂ
âI canât justâ��� You shake your head incredulously. âI still have to study.âÂ
âI thought you were done studying.âÂ
âIânotânot all the way done,â you hedge, cheeks warming. Remus smiles like youâre funny.Â
âLetâs be done for tonight,â he says in a gentle tone. Itâs not so different from his usual voice, and yet the sound of it caresses your nerves, lulling them to rest. âThereâll be time before the exam tomorrow. Youâve put in plenty of hours already, and those wonât do you any good without food and sleep.âÂ
You bite the inside of your lip, considering this. Though youâve tried to ignore it, you are tired. The bone-deep, heavy kind, from a week of exams that have left you nearly in tatters. Youâre afraid that if you take to your bed now, getting out again may seem more trouble than itâs worth.Â
âAnd,â Remus adds offhandedly, âif beating my score is your goal, I like your odds. Youâve been studying all night, and I hardly opened my book a half hour ago.âÂ
You blink up at him. Remus seems to realize youâre not going to start packing up yourself and, with a long-suffering sigh, begins doing it for you. âWhy arenât you staying to study?â you ask.Â
He shrugs. âI donât mind going to the kitchens with you. And would you really go if I stayed here and studied?âÂ
âNo,â you answer honestly.Â
He gives you a wry, knowing look. âThen I suppose itâs a small price to pay.â
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i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways đĽşđ (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves itđĽ˛)
First part of the story HERE
Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!
"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"
He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--
"My love, I just need you to--"
"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."
"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"
"My lord?"
Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.
She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.
"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"
Her blood smells of rot and she--
She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.
"I won't!"
Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soulâ
âhis soul?
The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--
And suddenly he is in a chair.
Not a throne. A chairâ and a rather uncomfortable one at that.
"What in the hellsâ"
His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.
"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"
The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.
"I-- What was that?"
He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.
"No-- No, that cannot be it!"
"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."
He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.
"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"
"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"
"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"
Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.
"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"
"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."
He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.
"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"
She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"
But the woman simply shakes her head.
"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."
His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.
"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."
"And what of what she feels?"
His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.
"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"
"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"
"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"
"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."
They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.
"I-- I need to know she will be safe."
Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."
He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."
"Then you may yet see this through."
He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--
"The coin first, boy."
He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.
"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."
"Me too, Little Star."
He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.
"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.
"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.
"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.
"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.
"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.
He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.
"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.
Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--
She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"
She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--
And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.
"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"
"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.
"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.
"And?"
"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."
"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."
"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"
"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."
"And what do you think?"
"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."
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BATMAN AND ROBIN (2023) #14 by Phillip Kennedy Johnson and Javier Fernandez! rambling about the new team and arc!! a jumping-on point for anyone wanting to read recent Bruce and Damian comics đŚđĽ
setting the stage with action!! mystery and intrigue!! expectations for further character exploration for Damian!!
if that's not enough to pique interest, here's a rendition of one of the many cute grumpy Damian panels
first of all THE OPENING ACTION SCENE OH MY GOD (this splash page hello!!)
i love...the collaborative effort in comics...it shines through right from the start, especially when it involves traditional inks đ
using this single panel as an example from Fernandezâs ig:
Fernandez lays out most of the groundwork in his inks - the fully inked silhouette of the driver in the foreground, the shading suggesting the lighting, the white ink/paint lined and splattered for the rain!!
then off to colors with Marcelo Maiolo!! he elevates the panel to emphasize how it's a shot from within the vehicle looking out the windshield - the lightly tinted inks, the bright lighting from headlights, and the slight window sheen + bokeh!!
one more similar example, with comparison by the man himself - Fernandez already implying the glare, scraping white against Batman and Robin's silhouettes. then punched up with Maiolo's colors/lighting!! WOW!!
OKAY SORRY ONE MORE along with Steve Wandsâ consistently lovely lettering, Fernandez included his own sfx in his inks of this page!! not sure how often he does it past this, but SO cool!! ever since seeing Juni Ba's sfx lettering in his inks, it's such a sick extra detail to me đ
ANYWAY i can go on about what i love about each panel for this scene but gotta move on from the explosive intro of Batman and Robin to the more grounded side of Bruce and Damian (which ends up being just as explosive)!! đĽş
there's small details carrying over from Williamson's run like Bruce making Damian vegan meals and Damian creating comics; otherwise, we have a much more engaging writing of the two almost reminiscent to Tomasi and Gleason's run!
one example being his attitude towards a fancy event interrupting his and Dick's patrol in Batman and Robin (2009) #20
the first line from Bruce and Damian's disregard for a fundraising event is a bit of head scratcher to me when Damian is plenty compassionate, BUT for the sake of a jumping-on arc for new readers itâs a clear point of reference for Damianâs character - a kid who believes more in Batman and Robin work than what could be done outside of those masks. it becomes a matter of how Damian's perspective might change around this subject and how he'll take action in helping outside of Robin đ¤
another similar Tomasi-esque moment is Damian's snark about his grandfather lol, a sentiment that carries over from Batman and Robin (2011) #1
PKJ references his Ra's al Ghul story from Gotham City Villains Anniversary Giant! especially curious when the final line by Talia is "...you will see my father again", when Ra's is currently dead. a fun lil callback or also a convenient nod to future plans? đ
NOW THE MYSTERY AND INTRIGUE OF IT ALL...
Bruce's attention is caught by this man shouting "You sit atop the wheel" which i'm guessing is in reference to the Wheel of Fortune, especially if we're going by a literal interpretation of the rich and poor (depicting the group among tents and carts).
i'm really reaching here, but wondering if Bruce calling himself âJackâ at some point is also related to the arcana. the only relation i could find is the Page of Wands, and the Jack once being referred to as a "knave"
EDIT: an anon reached out to inform me that Bruce called himself âJackâ during his training! seems to be first introduced in Batman: The Knight (2022) #4
THE REVEAL OF THE NEW VILLAIN, MEMENTO...the first page opens on a deceased person's face, and the last dialogue is "We will see your face again." AND OH BOY WE CERTAINLY DO! đ
the flames casting a harsh light against the plaster (or stone??) of Memento's mask, and how he looms over Bruce...SO EERIE...
FINAL RAMBLY THOUGHTS
Damian being colored with noticeable melanin...𼺠i can only assume this was a deliberate choice made by PKJ since the editors haven't changed, and for the past issues Damian's colors have been independent to the colorists - the only edit being after Rex Lokus gave him green eyes in #5 but were returned to blue in #6 (for consistency ig). along with the classic teen asian haircut, this feels intentional on PKJ's part and i hope Damian will continue to be colored brown here and other books đĽşđđ
one of the things PKJ teased in an interview was the idea of Damian wondering if he even wants to still be Robin, much less Batman (begging this is where main canon Damian gives the Batman mantle up lol). so presenting Damian here as someone absorbed in that life makes me wonder what triggers those thoughts - is it going to be this incident or later? more currently, will Damian be able to protect the civilians that Bruce entrusted him with? especially after getting familiar with a few, however reluctantly?
anyway, a banger first issue that leaves you with just enough crumbs to know what you're expecting but still beg for more: what's the mysterious new group/villain, and their connection to Bruce? will Dr. Bashar and the Wayne grandparents have more to do with the story? how will this all affect Damian outside of being Robin? Talia and Raâs?? so many questions!!
#rambling#damian wayne#i'm hilariously busy now but really wanted to give some attention to the new arc!! it's new reader friendly!!#this is ofc a Damian focused ramble but Bruce SHINES in this!!#thereâs a scene of him in action that screams Bruce and Batman being one and the same + a reminder how badass he is đ#anyway not sure if iâll have the bandwidth for rambles past thisâŚstaring at my final two boy wonder ramble draftsâŚ#but i hope people take the chance to pick this up!
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Hcs for how each of the boys to react to "I'm pregnant"?
Any of them that you want to write for :)
So excited
English not my first language. Sorry
Van Der Linde Gang's Boys' Reactions To "I'm pregnant" (And Eagle Flies)
Hehehe this was so cute and also I didn't edit this â¤ď¸
Warnings: none
Arthur Morgan
He'd be so fucking happy
Probably in disbelief at first but oh my God he'd be overjoyed
Ask you if you're serious over and over
Once he's convinced he's gonna ask all these questions about your physical and mental wellbeing
Celebrates with you (whatever that entails wink wink)
In his elated haze he's gonna wanna ask all these questions about your future together as parents
Is aware the gang ain't the best place to raise a kid but he'll reassure you that you'll have the whole gangs support
John Marston
Oh god
Let's just say he wouldn't be the most elated parent đđ
He's already got Jack and now he needs to take care of another?
If this were a revelation that came earlier in the game he's gonna be very irresponsible but I feel like he wouldn't deny that the kid was his
So at that point he's sort of forced to actually give a damn about him
And believe me he'd try but he wouldn't be the best at it, would need guidance
If this came later in the game like epilogue he'd probably be WAY more happier.
Your lives are finally settled and you can afford to have a kid
He'd be the happiest and more supportive husband and dad
Still wouldn't be sure about all the ropes but he'd try
Dutch Van Der Linde
He'd be SO happy
Like genuinely he'd shower you with gifts and praise and reassurance
I feel like part of it would be a power thing for him because not only can he lead a gang, but now he can lead a family
Also some sort of weird power symbol for him. Idk how, but it is
Wouldn't let you lift a finger
Would probably keep you in his tent to rest 24/7 and only allows a few people (Grimshaw, Hosea) to see you
He's going to hope and pray it's a boy
Charles Smith
HE'D BE IN SO MUCH SHOCK AND FEEL SM HAPPINESS IT'D BE SO CUTE
You sorta have to repeat the news to him a few times for him to fully absorb it
Literally a dream of his to start a family one day so now that he has it he's ecstatic
Probably incentive to leave the gang though, doesn't want his child growing up in that environment
Would prefer if you sit back and rest but won't hold you back if you don't want to
Javier Escuella
This is cause to celebrate
Takes you into town on a date
Offers you massages, foot rubs, hand massages
Sings to you to calm you
Holds your hair when you throw up (true love)
Buys you clothes to accomodate to your changing body
Kieran Duffy
THE SWEETEST REACTION
I feel like he'd start crying
Asks to touch your belly and would speak to it
That night he'd fall asleep while holding it
Wakes up the next morning and remembers you're pregnant and his day is already off to an amazing start
Get drunk while celebrating it and he'd boast to everyone about how he's gonna be a dad
Sean Macguire
He'd say some stupid shit I already know it
Probably crack a sex joke
He's getting stupid, fucking drunk. I'm talking black out
He's probably gonna wanna celebrate if you catch my drift HAHAHA
He'd forget to be gentle sometimes out of excitement, like carrying you around and cheering
Refuses to let you do any work
In private I feel like he'd cry
Lenny Summers
He'd probably panic a bit at first
Ask all these questions about how you guys are gonna be parents and if you're even ready
Once the two of you talk through it a little more he'll calm down and his nerves turn to excitement
I'm assuming y'all would be real young so he'd seek for a lot of guidance in the others
Constantly asks you questions about what you want and need
Bill Williamson
He'd be so flustered and nervous
Probably in disbelief for a while and asks if you're serious
I wouldn't blame you for thinking he's upset with the news at first
But he just needs time to process how his life's about to change!
He becomes even more gentle with you, more than he already is
Will argue with Miss Grimshaw about letting you rest/lightening your work load
And let's be real, she would lower your work load but he'd insist it stops altogether
Micah Bell
He'd be in disbelief, but bad disbelief
That or the sleaziest reaction
I'm leaning more towards sleazy reaction
Talks about how he's gonna raise the bravest kid and he's constantly gonna reference to the kid as he because I'm convinced he wants a boy
Brags to the others
Don't get me wrong the gang's happy for you but the way Micah uses it as a point of elevation is IRRITATING
Hosea Matthews
He's the cutest like seriously
He'd be sooo happy
Probably in disbelief that he even managed to get you pregnant
I believe he'd cry, and openly, he's not ashamed! He's happy!
Announces it to the whole gang, means for celebration
Takes you on dates to buy cute little baby items ahhh
Eagle Flies
HE'D FREAK THE FUCK OUT
Pace around the room asking if you're for real, contemplates his entire life, curses himself for cumming inside
You'd have to calm him down and talk him through it
It'd be a super emotional moment for the two of you, eventually he'd realize he's fine with the idea of kids and he's just nervous!
Would ask his dad and a lot of tribe members for advice
Over time he'd get way more excited and bring up the topic more often
#red dead redemption 2#red dead fandom#red dead redemption 2 x reader#red dead redemption community#writing#van der linde gang x reader#red dead fanfiction#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#john marston#john marston x reader#dutch van der linde x reader#charles smith x reader#javier escuella x reader#kieran duffy x reader#sean macguire x reader#lenny summers x reader#bill williamson x reader#micah bell x reader#hosea Matthews x reader#eagle flies x reader
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Camping Affairs
Kinktober day 4: Size + Hair pulling
Pairing: Lorcan Salvaterre x Fem!Reader
Summary: When Reader and Lorcan have to share a tent and canât find sleep, they find other ways to exhaust themselves.
Warnings: Minors dni | 18+ only | Controlled orgasm I P in V I semi-public (in a tent) | size kink | Hair pulling | praise I clit play | cream pie I fluff at the end
A. Note: Iâm so sorry this is late, it didnât post when I scheduled it for some reason đđ, anywho, this is made specifically for the lovely @lexluvswriting because Iâm simply here to feed her Lorcan obsession đŤś
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"You know, for being Maeve's pride and joys you'd think we'd be given better accommodations," I say as I lay out my bedroll, the tent Her Majesty supplied us with so small it was almost comical.
"We're warriors, not royalty," Lorcan grumbled from the outside of the canvas, giving me some privacy as I stripped from my leathers and into a nightgown.
"Speak for yourself," I scoffed, poking my head out of the flaps to look up at him. "Rowan is a prince," I say matter-of-factly. "Perhaps he could pull some strings and get us all our own tent," I suggest and he looks at me with that sneering expression he always wore.
"We've battled in wars, I think you can manage," He grumbled, motioning with his hand for me to recede back into the tent. I frowned but backed up and sidled onto my bedroll. I tried not to laugh at the sight of the seven-foot demi-fae crouching to stop his head from hitting the ceiling of the tent.
He gave me a glare that I assume was meant to intimidate me but it didn't affect me much when he had to walk on his knees in order to settle on his own bedroll.
All seven of Maeve's blood sworn were called to meet with her in Doranelle, something about the Lost Princess of Terrasanâ I wasn't really listening when Rowan was briefing us, all I knew was that I was going to have to pack my life up for the crazed queen I was sworn to, again, and take the week hike away from my comfy home in Varese.
With only three tents, the seven of us were split into pairs. Two per tent, and one on watch outside. Gavriel had posed a system to put the smallest and the largest together, as to avoid uncomfortably in the tentsâ and I hadn't thought it would be a problem until now. Shoulder to shoulder, with my least favorite of the group.
"Why do you have to be built like a damned giant," I grumble as I shift away from him, the side of me pressing into the wall of the tent. I could've shifted onto my side and separated us a little furtherâ but that would mean I'd have to face him, and at this proximity, I doubt it would be comfortable for either of us.
"Would you rather join Rowan and Fenrys?" Lorcan grumbles, sounding like he was talking in my ear he was so close. I smirk at the idea.
"Can't say I'd be displeased in the middle of that," I purr.
Lorcan sighs, muttering a string of curses, too low to make out. "You're insufferable." He decided on voicing.
"And yet, here we are, stuck with each other," I teased, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. "Don't pretend you don't love it."
He snorts. "I could think of better ways to spend my time."
"Oh?" I hum, turning toward him a little more, my cheek propped on my hand. "What would Lorcan Salvaterre rather be doing right now, instead of sharing a tent with yours truly?"
He shoots me a look, dark and brooding, but his lips twitch. "Not listening to you, for starters."
I roll my eyes. "If you weren't so quiet all the time, maybe I wouldn't have to fill the silence."
"There's silence because I'm trying to sleep," he retorts, though his tone is lighter, almost playfulâat least, as playful as Lorcan ever gets.
I scoff, grinning. "Please, you never sleep. You just brood all night like some menacing statue."
"You should be grateful," he says, adjusting his position, his shoulder now brushing against mine. "At least I keep the monsters away."
"Monsters?" I snort. "The only thing I'm afraid of in this tent is your enormous leg crushing me in my sleep."
"You talk too much," Lorcan grumbles, though there's the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
"I talk just enough to drive you insane," I shoot back, feeling a strange sense of victory at the idea of getting under his skin. "It's one of my many talents," I add, worsening the blow.
He doesn't respond, but his silence feels different this time. Like he's deciding whether to engage or just strangle me.
"If you're so miserable," I start, stifling a yawn, "you ought to throw me outside and have the whole tent to yourself," I utter, lifting my arms up over my head and stretching out to the best of my abilities.
"Don't tempt me," he grunts, though I don't miss the way his eyes follow me as I stretch, my movements exaggerated just to annoy him.
"You wouldn't know what to do with yourself," I murmur, settling back down. "Without me to keep you company."
"Go to sleep," he says, ignoring my words.
I smirk up at the stars. "Sweet dreams, Salvaterre."
His grumble is the only reply I get, but for some reason, the sound makes me smile.
The silence stretches on for a few minutes, and I do my best to settle in, but there's no ignoring the cramped space and the sheer presence of Lorcan taking up most of it. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, I sigh dramatically.
"I can't sleep," I announced, knowing he was still wide awake.
From beside me, Lorcan groans, clearly exasperated. "Of course, you can't," he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, rolling onto my side to face him, our faces just inches apart in the dim light.
"That you're incapable of quieting down for more than a minute," he grumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"I've been quiet for at least five minutes!" I argue, though I can't help the grin tugging at my lips. "And anyway, it's your fault. You're hogging all the space."
He cracks an eye open, giving me a flat look. "You take up about as much room as a pillow. You have plenty of space."
"Then why can't I get comfortable?" I huff, shifting again, this time letting my arm bump against his on purpose.
"You're sleeping with the wolves tonight." He says like itâs a promise.
I gasp dramatically, my hand flying to my chest. "Lorcan Salvaterre, you would abandon me to the creatures of the night? Leave me defenseless and cold?"
"You're hardly defenseless," he says, but I catch the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I grin, triumphant. "I knew itâyou do care."
"Care? I just don't want to explain to Maeve why I let you get eaten by a wyvern," he grumbles, turning onto his side so his back is to me.
I roll my eyes, inching closer just to annoy him. "You'd miss me," I murmur, as if it was an absent thought.
"Like a hole in my head."
I poke him between the shoulder blades. "Liar. You'd be lost without me. Who else would keep you entertained on these long, miserable missions?"
He doesn't respond right away, but I don't miss the way his shoulders tense at my words. "You're assuming I need entertainment."
"You're assuming you don't," I tease, leaning in until my chin is nearly resting on his arm. "Deep down, I know you love it. My sparkling wit, my endless charmâ"
He turns so quickly that I almost tumble backward, his face suddenly centimeters from mine. His dark eyes glint with something that makes my heart skip a beat. "You're lucky I don't actually throw you out of this tent."
I blink up at him, trying to ignore the way my pulse races at the proximity. "You'd never."
His eyebrow raises. "You willing to bet?"
I raise mine right back, leaning in just a fraction more.
"I do." There's a brief moment where neither of us moves, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. Then, with a long-suffering sigh, Lorcan rolls his eyes and collapses back onto his bedroll.
"You're impossible," he mutters, covering his face with his arm. "Go to sleep before I do actually throw you out."
I smirk, victory swelling in my chest. "Admit itâyou'd be bored out of your mind without me."
"If I admit it, will you shut up?"
"I'll think about it," I hum, settling back into my bedroll, feeling way more pleased with myself than I should.
"Fine," he growls. "I'd be bored."
I can't help the laugh that bubbles up. "See? Was that so hard?"
Lorcan groans again, louder this time. "It was unbearable."
"Goodnight, Lorcan," I say sweetly, curling up and closing my eyes, but I'm still grinning like an idiot.
From beside me, I hear a quiet mutter, almost too soft to catch. "Goodnight."
We lay there in silence for a few minutes, but as usual, my mind refused to settle. The darkness outside the tent feels suffocating, the air thick with anticipation of the mission ahead. I chew my bottom lip, turning over a dozen questions in my head before finally blurting out the one that's been nagging me all night.
"What do you think Maeve wants from us?"
Lorcan's groan is immediate. "You said you'd shut up," he grumbles, not even opening his eyes.
"I said I'd think about it, Salvaterre," I correct, nudging him with my elbow. "Besides, I can't sleep when you keep kicking me."
He huffs out a breath, lifting his arm from his eyes to glare at me. "I haven't moved an inch."
"Oh, really?" I feign innocence, shifting my foot to gently nudge his leg. "What do you call this?"
"That," he says flatly, "is you kicking me."
"I'm just showing you what it feels like," I shoot back, smirking as I prod his shin again.
"Stop that," he growls.
"I will when you answer my question."
"You should be more worried about surviving the week without me strangling you."
I huff, my face burning, but the silence that follows is heavier nowâcharged with the tension that neither of us wants to acknowledge. After a beat, I clear my throat, breaking it.
"You still didn't answer my question."
He sighs, long and dramatic. "How should I know? Probably some power play involving the Princess."
"Do you think theyâll ally?" I ask, though I know I'm pushing my luck.
He hesitates, his gaze flicking toward the tent's ceiling. "I donât know," he admits. "Or she might just want us to deal with something different entirely. Maeve doesn't summon all of us for nothing."
I nod, feeling a shiver run through me. "I just hope we don't end up with another war on our hands."
Lorcan shifts slightly, his massive form somehow taking up even more space. "If we do, I'll be sure to shove you out in front to make use of all that 'charm' you keep going on about."
I roll my eyes, kicking him lightly under the blanket. "You're the worst."
He opens one eye to glance at me, unamused. "If I kill you in your sleep, it's your fault."
"Please," I scoff, sitting up slightly. "You couldn't strangle me even if you tried. I'd have you pinned in a heartbeat."
A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, one that's more amused than I expected. "You? Pin me?"
I raise an eyebrow, refusing to back down. "You'd be surprised."
He tilts his head slightly, considering me with a dark glint in his eyes. "Go on, then. Prove it."
I blink, caught off guard by the challenge. "What, right now?"
He shrugs, the movement sending a ripple through his broad shoulders. "Unless you're too scared."
I narrow my eyes, inching closer. "I'm not scared."
His lips twitch, just barely, but enough to make my heart pound in my chest. "Then do it."
Before I can talk myself out of it, I shift, moving to straddle his waist. "Okay," I say, though my voice sounds much shakier than I intended. "See? You're completely at my mercy now."
Lorcan, infuriatingly, doesn't look remotely concerned. He just stares up at me, one eyebrow raised, as if waiting for something more. "That's it?"
"Well, Iâ" I start, but he interrupts by effortlessly grabbing my wrists in one of his massive hands and flipping me over before I can even process what's happening.
In the blink of an eye, I'm pinned beneath him, my back pressing into the bedroll as his weight holds me in place. His face hovers inches above mine, dark and unreadable, though I swear there's a flicker of amusement in his gaze.
"I think that's what you were trying to do," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, but with a playful edge.
I glare up at him, trying to squirm, but he doesn't budge. "You cheated."
He leans in slightly, his breath brushing against my cheek. "You didn't give me much of a challenge."
"You're such a brute," I snap, though I'm more frustrated with myself for falling right into his trap.
"I can't believe I made Whitethorn train you instead, this is delightful."
"Oh please, you just forgot the feel of a woman beneath you."
"Care to remind me what I've been missing?" His smirk widens, daring me to say more.
"Depends, what do I get in return?"
"A lesson, maybe I'll teach you what it's like to be beneath someone who knows how to be in control."
His words hang in the air between us, and my breath catches, the challenge in his voice igniting something deep within me. I try to maintain my composure, but the way his dark eyes lock onto mine makes it difficult. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes my heart race, a spark of something primal that sends shivers down my spine.
"Is that so?" I reply, my voice teasing yet laced with curiosity. "And just how do you plan to do that?"
"A demonstration," he murmurs, leaning in closer until his breath warms my skin, his lips hovering tantalizingly above mine.
The space between us crackles with tension, my heart pounding in my chest as I hold his gaze, searching for any sign of hesitation. Instead, I find determination mixed with that devil-may-care amusement that is so quintessentially Lorcan. It drives me wild.
"Show me, then," I challenge, emboldened by the heat of the moment.
A slow smile spreads across his face, and before I can brace myself, he captures my wrists in his powerful hands and shifts, pinning them above my head against the soft canvas of the tent. My breath hitches at the sudden thrill of being completely at his mercy, the weight of his body pressing me into the bedroll, a heady mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding my senses.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a thrill racing through me.
"Do I have a choice?" I reply, trying to sound defiant but feeling the flush of excitement creeping up my neck.
"Good answer," he says, leaning down, his lips barely brushing against mine, teasingly close yet just out of reach. The warmth of his breath sends tingles across my skin, and I can't resist the urge to lean in, desperate for that connection.
"Stop teasing," I whisper my heart racing, the air thick with unspoken tension. "Just kiss me already."
With a low growl of approval, he closes the distance, capturing my lips with his in a fierce, passionate kiss. It's electric, a jolt that sends sparks dancing along my nerves, igniting every inch of my skin. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in the taste of himâwarm and intoxicating.
His lips move against mine with a hungry urgency, coaxing me into the rhythm of it. I respond instinctively, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, urging him on. The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of us, entangled in the heat of the moment.
I can feel the weight of his body pressing into mine, the way his strength envelops me, sending a rush of desire coursing through my veins. It's overwhelming and intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that I didn't know was there.
I part my legs and he adjusts, slotting between themâ gods it was an effort for my legs to even widen enough. He grabbed my thigh in one of his large hands and guided it up higher, then the other, until I was in a mating press beneath him. He smirked against my lips, his hands moving to trail up my sides. "Now you're really at my mercy," He purred and my core thrummed in anticipation.
"Lorcan," I panted into his open mouth, unable to find the words to tell him how badly I needed this.
"As much as I love the sound of you moaning my name, I need you to stay quiet for me, yeah?" He asked and I sucked in a breath, nodding all too quickly, too desperately.
He smirked at the reaction and captured my lips with his yet again, devouring me as he pried my mouth open with his tongue, exploring me with it, not missing a spot uncovered.
I tugged at the waistband of his pants and he captured my wrist before I could tug them down much further. "Not yet, I need to stretch you out first," He warned, his tone brooking no argument.
I let out a soft whimper of protest and he pressed his mouth onto mine, his voice softening as he said, "I don't want to hurt you, be patient for me and I promise I'll make you feel good alright?" He reassured me, his thumb brushing over the pulse point of my wrist before releasing it.
I nod slowly, slipping my hands into his silky black hair while he pushes up my nightgown.
He practically tore through my panties without a second thought, then froze for a moment before making contact. His eyes flicked to mine and I returned his stare with pleasing eyes and a rapid nod. He leaned down, below my lips and to the line of my jaw, making his way down the column of my throat before his calloused fingertips came to contact with my pulsing cunt.
His lips morphed into a malicious smile as he felt just how badly I needed him, the way I was practically dripping down his hand. "So wet, and here I was thinking you hated me?" He drawled against my skin, kissing down my chest and then back up to the hollow of my throat.
I tug at his hair, silently begging him for more. "Lorcan," I whine, words failing me as I arch into his touch, attempting to get even the smallest taste of pleasure. "Please, touch me," I swallow past the lump in my throat.
"I am touching you, love," He whispered, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.
My brows furrowed, features contorting with need. "Inside of me, please," I beg. A smirk pulls at his lips and he leans closer, gently pressing his lips to my cheekâ too gentle to be casual. But I didn't have time to weigh the action because suddenly he had two fingers pushing inside of my aching cunt, stretching me out.
A gasp escaped me and he swallowed it greedily before connecting our lips again, silencing me.
His long, calloused fingers pumped skillfully into me, grazing against my contracting walls. "Fuck, you're tight," He breathed as I clenched desperately around his hand, gripping his hair but not pulling. His other hand snaked up my propped-up thigh, pinning it down with a possessive need.
His thumb met my clit and it took everything in me not to scream, to cry out his name. "That's it," He encouraged. "Such a good girl, staying quiet for me," He praised, making the tension in my core tighten until it was nearly unbearable.
My overwhelming need for release was all-consuming, every thrust of his fingers, every roll of his thumb sent me reeling. He knew I was close, knew from the way I was trembling beneath himâ I knew that he knew, but still, I cried in protest when his hand stilled.
"Not yet," He warned softly, pulling his hand out of me entirely, leaving me empty and aching. I opened my mouth to protest, to beg him to keep going, but he cut me off with a searing kiss, swallowing my complaints with his lips. "I said, be patient," He whispered against my mouth, his tone dark and commanding. "And when you come, it'll be on my cock. Understood?"
I nodded quickly, my breath coming in desperate pants, the tension in my body screaming for release. But I clamped down on my objections, not wanting him to drag this out longer than he already meant to.
His smirk widened, pleased with my compliance, and he finally rid himself of the last of his clothes, his pants hitting the ground with a soft thud. The sight of himâbroad and powerful, his skin glistening in the dim light of the tentâmade my pulse quicken, and the need to feel him inside me surged with renewed intensity.
He moved to get rid of my clothes too, still bunched at my hips. Luckily he didn't rip it off of me as he did with my panties, instead guided the material over my head, baring me to the brisk night air and his intense gaze.
"Beautiful," He whispered softly, pressing a claiming kiss to the top of one of my breasts. My lip wobbled with a need to moan but I held it down, instead distracted myself with the sight of him.
His shirtless figure was a sight to behold, carved muscle and a chest as hard as marble, but it was what was below his torso that made me pause.
I had expected Lorcan to be big, but gods. I had been with many men in my immortal life, and still, he made me freeze.
His smirk widened as he noticed where my stare was directed. He settled himself between my thighs, his broad frame dwarfing mine. I could feel the heat of him pressing into me, so much of him. My breath hitched, and his dark eyes flicked down, catching the way I bit my lip as he aligned himself at my entrance. His size alone had me trembling, and he knew itârelishing in the subtle way my body tensed beneath him.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I almost feel bad," he whispered, "about how much I'm going to stretch you out."
A low whimper escaped me, and I felt his grin against my skin. My fingers curled into his hair, tugging lightly as I drew him closer, desperate for more. His eyes darkened as I pulled harder, and I could feel the tension ripple through his body.
"Be good for me, love, and stay still," he purred, voice a velvety rasp. His hips barely moved, teasing me with the blunt head of his cock as he pushed forward just enough to stretch meâjust enough to drive me wild. He pulled back before I could feel the full pressure, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he watched my hips arch off the bedding, chasing him.
"You're so desperate," he murmured, his breath hot against my throat, "so needy." His tone was teasing in a way that would usually enrage me, but the way he said it sent a rush of heat to my core instead, making me clench around nothing, aching for him to fill me.
"Lorcan," I whispered, my voice trembling as I shifted beneath him, trying to ease the ache. He groaned at the sound of his name on my lips, and the tension in his body told me he was holding back, keeping himself in check for my sake.
Slowly, torturously, he guided himself to my entrance, the blunt head of his cock teasing me, stretching me open just enough to make me gasp. My nails dug into his shoulders as he began to push forward, the burn of the stretch sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure through my core.
"Fuck," I breathed, my eyes squeezing shut as he inched deeper. He was so bigâbigger than I'd expectedâand I had to fight to keep my breaths steady as my body adjusted to the size of him.
Lorcan paused for a moment, letting me catch my breath, his large hand caressing my thigh in slow, soothing strokes. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice a low rasp, full of restraint. "Just relax for me."
"Stay still," he breathed, voice rough as he pulled back just enough to make me whine, the emptiness unbearable. "Gods, it's hard to control myself when you keep moving like that."
A shiver ran through me at his words, my core clenching around him as he pressed forward again, slow and deliberate, giving me every thick inch of him until I was stretched impossibly full. My legs trembled as they tried to accommodate his size, and his hands came down to hold them steady, lifting my thighs higher, and spreading me wider beneath him.
"That's it, just like that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a growl as he adjusted his angle, sliding deeper still. "Good girl, taking me so well."
I whimpered at the praise, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging harder now, desperate to feel him move. His breath hitched, a low moan escaping him as I pulled, and I could feel the way it affected himâhow much it pushed him closer to the edge of his restraint.
But Lorcan wasn't one to be rushed.
He withdrew agonizingly slow, leaving me panting beneath him, aching for him to fill me again. "You can handle a little more, can't you?" he teased, his lips curling into a smirk as he saw the need in my eyes. My hands moved from his hair to the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back down to me, urging him on, but he caught my wrists with ease, pinning them above my head with one large hand. The contrast in size was startlingâhis fingers easily wrapping around both of my wrists, holding me completely at his mercy.
He leaned down, his lips barely brushing mine as he whispered, "Stay still, or I'll make you wait longer."
A soft whimper escaped me, and he chuckled darkly, pleased with my compliance. Slowly, he started to move again, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one drawing out the delicious stretch, making me gasp as he filled me completely, finally bottoming out as his hips pressed into mine.
My body trembled beneath him, the intensity of it building with every slow, torturous thrust. I could feel the thick slide of him inside me, the way my walls clenched around his cock, desperate to hold him, to keep him deep inside. But Lorcan kept up the slow pace, each thrust deeper than the last, drawing me out, making me feel every inch of him.
"Fuck, so tight," he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with desire. His free hand slid down my side, gripping my waist as he pulled me closer, his hips rolling into me with a new intensity that made me see stars.
"Lorcan," I mewled, writhing beneath him, bucking my hips up to meet his
He let out a low growl as I continued to disobey his order to stay still. "If you keep doing that," he warned, his voice thick with strain, "I'm not going to be able to stop myself."
"Then don't," I breathed, my voice trembling as I arched into him, wantingâneedingâmore.
His eyes darkened, and before I could say anything else, he was moving again, faster now, his thrusts more intense, each one hitting deeper, making me cry out in pleasure. He swallowed my moans with his mouth, devouring me with a kiss so fierce it left me breathless.
Lorcan's hand, the one not gripping my wrists, slipped between us, his thumb brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to make me gasp, my body jerking beneath him. "Stay quiet," he reminded me, his voice a low growl as his thumb circled slowly, teasingly. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?"
I shook my head frantically, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out as his pace quickened, the tension inside me building unbearably with every push and pull of his powerful hips, every circle of his thumb on my sensitive clit. I was so close, so on edge, but I knew he wasn't going to let me go just yet. He wanted to drag it out, to make me feel every second of it.
His lips ghosted over my ear as he whispered, "I love how small you feel beneath meâhow perfectly you fit around my cock."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, making my walls tighten around him in response. I could feel the heat of his body pressing into mine, the steady rhythm of his thrusts making me dizzy with desire. The way he filled me, stretched me, it was almost too muchâalmost, but not enough.
I wanted more. I needed more.
He pulled back just enough to smirk down at me, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Gods, you're so fucking tight," he growled, his voice low and guttural as he picked up the pace, thrusting into me harder, deeper. My body arched beneath him, instinctively chasing the pleasure only he could give me.
His hand, still holding my wrists above my head, tightened its grip, his other sliding down my body to grab hold of my waist, pulling me against him with each thrust. The intensity was overwhelming, but I craved every second of it. His thumb returned to my clit, circling it with maddening precision, making my toes curl and my breath catches in my throat.
I bit down on my lip, desperate to keep quiet as he'd commanded, but it was nearly impossible with the way he was driving me to the brink, over and over again. I could feel the pressure building in my core, a white-hot ball of tension that threatened to unravel me at any moment.
"You close baby?" Lorcan rasped, his voice rough as he ground his hips into mine, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, the friction sending shockwaves through my body.
I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words, my head spinning with the need for release.
"Beg for it," he commanded, his breath hot against my ear as he continued his relentless pace, driving me wild. "Beg me to let you come."
I whimpered, my body trembling beneath him as I struggled to find the words. "Please, Lorcan," I whispered, my voice shaking as I arched up against him, desperate for more. "Please, please I can't hold itâ I need it, Lor."
He groaned at my words, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic, his control slipping. "Good girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Go ahead, come on my cock."
With those words, the tension inside me snapped. My entire body clenched around him, my back arching off the bed as I came undone, the wave of pleasure crashing over me so violently I saw stars. I bit down on my lip, stifling the scream that threatened to escape as my orgasm tore through me, every nerve in my body alight with sensation.
Lorcan let out a low, guttural groan as he felt me clench around him, his pace faltering as he chased his own release. His hips snapped into mine one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he came with a low growl, his body trembling with the force of it.
For a long, breathless second, neither of us moved, the sounds of our ragged breathing the only thing filling the air. But as the intensity slowly ebbed, Lorcan pulled back, his smirk already returning to his lips. He let out a satisfied hum as he leaned down to press a lazy kiss to my jaw. "See? You can follow orders when you really want to."
I swatted his chest weakly, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Don't get used to it," I said, still panting, though my voice had a playful edge to it.
He chuckled, rolling off me and settling onto his side, his large arm draped possessively over my waist. "I don't need to. You'll break soon enough."
I snorted, feeling the familiar banter falling back into place. "You're dreaming, Salvaterre. If anything, you're the one breaking. You were practically trembling back there."
His dark eyes flashed with amusement, and he leaned down to brush his lips against my ear. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "If I was really trying to break you, you wouldn't even be able to walk right now."
I rolled my eyes, unable to stop the grin tugging at my lips. "Bold words for an old man who can barely control himself."
He raised a brow, his grip on my waist tightening just enough to remind me of his strength. "Care to test that theory?"
I shot him a challenging look, though the heat still lingered in my veins. "Maybe next time," I teased, flipping onto my side to face him, our noses brushing and suddenly the tent didn't feel all that small. "You've got to save some energy if you plan on keeping up with me, after all."
His eyes glinted with amusement, and the playful edge in his smile sent a shiver of anticipation through me. "Oh, you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into,"
With a wink, I scooted a little further from himâ well, as far as I could, feigning innocence. "Well, in that case, let's see if you can keep your hands to yourself until morning."
Lorcan's low chuckle reverberated in the tent, his eyes gleaming with challenge as he watched me. "Go to sleep already," He insisted. I look at him, staring at his features softened by the moonlight filtering through the canvas.
And as I settled back into the blankets, his body warm beside mine, I couldn't help but smirk, knowing that the game between us was far from over. "Goodnight, Lor," I mumble quietly.
The faint light of dawn filtered through the tent, pulling me from sleep. The warmth of Lorcan's body was missing, and the space beside me felt cool to the touch. I blinked groggily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I rolled onto my back, pulling the thin blankets over my bare body, the events of the previous night replaying in my mind.
I swallowed hard, my heart thudding as I thought about everythingâwhat it meant to have crossed that line with Lorcan. We'd been stuck in this tense back-and-forth, pushing each other's buttons ever since I met the male, but last night had changed everything, we stepped past a boundary we couldn't come back from. A part of me wondered if it would be different now, or if he'd go back to being the brooding, impossible male he was before. My chest tightened, but I pushed the thought aside. No use overthinking it, especially when we had a mission to accomplish.
I took a deep breath, sitting up and squaring my shoulders as I reached for my clothes, trying to act as normal as possible. We had orders and obligations, and I couldn't afford to be distracted by what happened between us. But gods, it was hard to ignore the lingering ache in my body, between my legs, the reminder of how thoroughly Lorcan had claimed me.
I ran my hands through my messy head of hair and braided it back to have somewhat of a semblance of neatness. With my nightgown replaced by my gear, I slipped out of the tent, the early morning air crisp against my skin, my boots crunching on the fallen leaves. As I approached the campfire, I spotted Lorcan among the rest of Maeve's blood swornâall gathered around, the smell of campfire smoke filling my senses.
The moment I stepped to where the rest sat, Fenrys' head snapped up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, well," he drawled, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "Look who decided to join us."
I forced a casual smile, pretending I hadn't noticed the way the rest of the males exchanged looks. "Good morning," I said, keeping my voice steady, though I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I kept my eyes off Lorcan as I took a seat beside the white wolf, ignoring the tension in my stomach that was somewhere between knots and butterflies.
Lorcan didn't say anything, but I could feel his presence in front of me, his tall frame looming over the fire as he flipped something on the skillet. I couldn't tell what it was amidst the flames, but with the way Vaughan and Rowan were wincing something told me it was a bird one of the others seemed good enough to eat.
Rowan raised a brow at me, his sharp gaze flicking between Lorcan and me before he smirked. "You sleep well?" he asked innocently, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed him.
I shot him a sidelong glance. "As well as I could, considering someone was snoring."
Fenrys snorted, nudging Gavriel on the other side of him, who was tryingâand failingâto keep a straight face. "Must've been some noise last night," Fenrys said under his breath, not bothering to hide the grin that tugged at his lips.
Heat surged to my face, and I glared at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Gavriel gave a soft cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, while Fenrys outright cackled. "Don't worry," Fenrys said, flashing me a wink. "No judgments here."
My face felt like it was on fire, and I was sure my expression was betraying me, but I shot back, "How sweet of you, Fenrys."
"You know, if you ever grow bored of the brooding male you could always come join me in my tent instead," Fenrys added, leaning back on his palms with his signature smirk. "I could show you what it's like to really be loud," He suggested and I swore Lorcan's knuckles turned white he was gripping his hunting knife so tightly. But he remained steady, didn't so much as look at us as he awaited my reply.
"Tempting, Fenrys, but I think I'll stick with what I have. Once you go tall, dark, and brooding, it's hard to go back." I say, flicking my gaze past the fire to Lorcan, whose shoulders visibly relaxed.
Fenrys clenched at his chest, pretending to be mortally wounded. "Ah, so it's like that, is it?" he quipped, but the glint in his eye said he was far from offended. "I guess I'll just have to find solace in knowing I could've changed your life forever."
I grinned, leaning back on my hands as I shot him a mock-sympathetic look. "You'll survive, Fenrys. I hear rejection builds character."
He was about to retort when Rowan chimed in, his deep voice filled with dry amusement. "I don't know, Fenrys. After last night, it sounds like she found someone more than capable of showing her a good time."
My cheeks flamed as I glared at Rowan, though I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "You too, huh?" I shot back.
Before Fenrys could continue the teasing, Lorcan finally broke his silence, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Don't you have better things to do than gossip about things that don't concern you?" He still didn't look up from the skillet, but the hard set of his jaw and the tension in his broad shoulders were unmistakable.
Vaughan, silent as ever, gave a half-shrug, tossing a stick into the fire as he added his two cents, his voice calm but amused. "Considering the noise last night, it kind of does concern all of us."
A chorus of snickers followed, and even Gavriel cracked a grin. My face went up in flames, and I buried it in my hands. "You all need better hobbies," I muttered into my palms, but it did nothing to stop the laughter ringing through the camp.
I turned my head just enough to catch Lorcan's eyes as he finally glanced over at me, the firelight flickering in his gaze. The corner of my lips lifted in a challenging smirk.
"If you lot are done, breakfast is ready." He moved and passed me a plate, his warm hand brushing against mine for just a secondâa flicker of something unspoken passing between usâbefore he turned back to the skillet.
The knowing looks from the others didn't stop throughout breakfast. Fenrys continued to make sly comments, Rowan smirked every time Lorcan so much as glanced at me, and even Gavriel, the most serious of the group, couldn't completely hide his amusement.
I had managed to block all of their comments and snickering remarks out, but for some reason, I wasn't able to shake the stare Lorcan had pinned on me.
I looked over to him and for a moment his eyes flicked down to my lips, a challenge. I smirked, beckoning him to test the silent boundaries. He didn't move, but he didn't look away either, and something told me we were nowhere near finished with each other.
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Remember Your Place
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Pairing | Raymond Leon x reader
Summary | Raymond finally gives you attention, but not the kind youâve been craving.
Warnings | Smut, boot licking, discipline, punishment, grinding, humiliation, degradation, facials, orgasm denial.
Words | 1k
Notes | Itâs the way that it literally took me a million years to figure out what gif to use đ and even then I still donât love it lmao
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Kinktober | day 4: boot licking + discipline/punishment
âIâm busy.â He gritted, quickly losing patience.Â
âBut itâs been hours.â You whined obnoxiously. Raymond promised heâd give you some attention hours ago, but he hasnât moved from his desk.Â
âCome here.â You immediately stiffened when you heard that toneâ the one that always ends with you being punished. Â
âN-no.. I can wait.â You said weakly, taking a step back.Â
âCome here.âÂ
You bit your lip and pouted a little, trying not to audibly whine. When he raised his brows impatiently, you tentatively walked further into the room, stopping a safe distance away from him.Â
âGet under the desk.â He commanded, moving his chair back just enough for you to slip under. At least he wasnât going to take you over his lap, but you were still nervous about what he had planned. Once you were in position, he extended his leg, his boot going between your thighs. âIâm going to finish my work and youâre going to grind on my boot. If you make a single sound or stop before I tell you to, you wonât get any orgasms for a week. Do you understand?âÂ
âYes, sir.â You said quietly, pouting when you realized he actually wasnât going to finally give you attention. He rolled the chair closer to the desk to continue working, effectively trapping you under it. You mounted his boot with a blush and started slowly rocking your hips, trying not to whine or moan.Â
He had you doing this for what felt like hours. Your legs were quivering, your knees were hurting from the wood floor, your clit was starting to burn from all the friction, and your pussy was aching, desperately needing to be filled. You wanted to ask how much longer or tell him that you needed a break, but Raymond never bluffed when it came to punishments.Â
You mostly kept your arms wrapped around his leg and your chin or cheek on his thigh. Usually he wouldâve pet your hair in this position, but it was like you werenât even there.Â
Finally, once your movements started to falter because your legs were giving out, he rolled the chair back again.Â
âLess than two hours and youâre already giving up?â He asked mockingly, making you frown. Your brows scrunched together and you shook your head in response, not sure if you were allowed to talk yet. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand and pulled you up until your face was level with his stomach, lifting you off his boot as well.Â
âI think we need another lesson in respect and obedience. When I tell you Iâm busy working, what do you do?âÂ
âI wait until youâre done, sir.â You said obediently.Â
âThatâs right.â He stared down at you, his cold gaze making you shiver. âWho do you belong to?âÂ
âYou, sir.â You whispered and his hand suddenly released your face to strike your cheek, a loud, resounding slap filling the room.Â
âSpeak up.â He growled, roughly fisting your hair to turn you back toward him.Â
âYou! I belong to you, sir.â You sobbed, feeling so overwhelmed with pain and the burning need for release. When he leaned down over you and spat on your face, you closed your eyes with a whimper, prompting him to slap you again.Â
âTake off your panties.â He demanded, making you falter. You averted your gaze as a dark blush painted your cheeks. He pulled his leg away from you and looked down at his boot, scoffing at the glistening leather. With his grip on your hair, he forcefully pushed your head down until your face was hovering over his shoe. âClean up your mess, whore.âÂ
You let out a choked sob and he released you to lean back in the chair. Knowing he would only get more impatient, you reluctantly stuck your tongue out and began licking his boot. The leather mixed with your arousal was a terrible combination, but you forced yourself to keep going.Â
When you heard a zipper and then some movement, you tried to look up to see what he was doing, but you couldnât see anything at this angle. You could, however, hear him spit on his hand and start slowly stroking his cock. You mewled quietly, but that went ignored by him⌠as did your squirming.Â
âClean the other one while youâre at it.â He ordered. You whined loudly in displeasure, not wanting this humiliation to get even worse. But you knew you had to obey if you wanted to save yourself from further punishment.Â
Once you started licking his other boot, the previous one lifted and settled on the back of your head, pushing your face into the smooth leather that was already slick with your spit. You let out a strangled whimper, but he just pushed down harder.Â
âMaybe this will help you remember your place.â He commented offhandedly.Â
He didnât move his boot from the back of your head for a while, but finally, he was pulling you back up, keeping his hand in your hair as he rapidly fisted his cock in front of your face. When you moaned and tried to surge forward, he tightened his grip and yanked you back almost painfully. âDisobedient sluts donât get the privilege of sucking my cock.â He spat, making you whine quietly. His pace got impossibly faster while more and more sounds started slipping out and you had to squeeze your thighs together to try and alleviate the ache between them.Â
When the first rope of come shot out and landed on your face, you were startled, but you quickly recovered and opened your mouth, hoping to catch some on your tongue. He grunted quietly as he painted your face with his seed, making you moan wantonly. Once his orgasm finally finished, he let out a satisfied breath and panted for a moment, releasing his cock and loosening his grip on your hair.Â
âGo clean yourself up.â He ordered gruffly, voice still thick with arousal.
âButâŚâ Your cunt was still achingâ Was he really just going to leave you like this? âSir..â You whimpered pitifully.Â
âYouâre already not coming today. Keep it up and Iâll make it tomorrow too.â You frowned in response, but lifted yourself onto shaky legs to go do what he said, not wanting to risk prolonging your much needed relief any further.Â
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I was wondering if you could do eddie with a hair pulling kink if you haven't already? It doesn't really matter if it's the reader or him getting their hair pulled, I just haven't seen much of it with him đ
If you can't or don't want to, I completely understand. Have a good rest of your day/night <3
I can absolutely do that lovely!
18+ onlyyyyy oral f receiving, hair pulling, masturbation (m)
Steam fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror as you step out of the shower. Wrapping your towel around your body, you wipe the wet fog from the reflective surface, taking a look at yourself. Almost like clockwork, having heard the water shut off, Eddieâs knocking on the bathroom door.
The knock is really only to give you a warning, because the door is swinging open before you can invite him in.
âOh babyâŚâ he says, instantly grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.
âEd,â you giggle, partially amused and partially nervous. âWayne is right in the living room,â you squirm in his grip, his lips eagerly mouthing at your neck.
âNah, he just left. Goinâ to the bar with some guys from work,â Eddie murmurs, kissing up to your earlobe.
That explains his sudden clinginess.
âIf I knew the fucker was gonna leave I wouldâve just had you wait to shower. Couldâve been in there with you,â he huffs, palms gliding over your ass, squeezing a handful over the worn fabric of the towel.
You gasp, feeling his fingers hook under the towel to slide it off of you. The humid bathroom air hits your skin, body fully exposed to him. He drinks you in, dark eyes full of need as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He licks into your eager mouth, teeth clashing with yours as you whine for him.
âEddieâŚâ you sigh, eyes pleading up at him.
âIs it okay if I taste you?â he asks, testing the waters. This is your first time staying the night at his house, after all. He doesnât want to move too fast.
You nod, so quickly it would be embarrassing if this were anyone other than Eddie. He smirks, pressing a few more soft kisses to your pretty mouth.
He starts to drop to his knees, then, letting his mouth leave kisses on your collarbone before stopping to pay special attention to your breasts. Sucking on each nipple one by one, he makes sure youâre riled up for him before going further. After what feels like an eternity and a millisecond all at once, his lips are kissing your thighs as his hands grip your hips. His big, gorgeous eyes look up at you as he takes a tentative lick to your cunt, his warm breath making you shiver.
Youâre gripping the countertop so hard youâre sure it could crack, throwing your head back as you moan up to the ceiling. Heâs skilled with his tongue, letting it glide through your folds to collect every bit of wetness thatâs begun to pool there.
You bring one hand down, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as his tongue plays with your clit. A loud groan escapes him, a sound you werenât expecting, and he pauses his work to look fully up at you.
âDo that again,â he says, and his tone of voice is half-demanding half-begging.
You do as instructed, pulling on curly locks of hair as he buries his face in your cunt once more. A whimper leaves his throat, lips smacking as he devours you. You can feel his grip on you get tighter with one hand, and you watch as his other hand reaches down to palm at his cock beneath his pajama pants. You canât tear your eyes away, cursing under your breath as you watch him.
Pulling his hair again, harder this time, you nearly laugh to yourself in delight when more strained noises leave him. His hand slips beneath his pants, fervently stroking his aching cock, painfully hard for you.
Youâre reveling in the sight and the pleasure heâs bringing you, his lips sucking on your clit and nearly making you scream for him. Twisting his hair in your fist, you yank his head back, getting him to look at you. His pretty pink lips are wet with your arousal, cheeks flushed as he continues to stroke himself. Your nails lightly scratch at his scalp, his eyelids fluttering shut briefly.
âSuch a good boy,â you hum with a smug smile.
âYouâre gonna be the fuckinâ death of me, baby,â he murmurs, resuming his work to unravel you.
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Burning in the winter wind
changbin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. hurt/comfort but itâs a light fluffy read!! college!au. lowkey romcom vibes (i tried đ) wc: 4.4k)
summary : Sustaining an ankle injury during a ski retreat isn't fun. Especially when Seo Changbin volunteers to stay back to tend to you- the one man you can never get a read on.
a.n: sahar finally writing a fic that doesnât take an emotional turn⌠we cheered!!!!!!!!!!!!! my 3rd fic for the winter falls collab with my writer :,) if u havenât checked out xiâs fics yet what are u waiting for!!!!! please enjoy reading, i hope youâll like this one too <3 i love you muah
âAre you okay?â
It is quite difficult to roll your eyes when your face is pressed against the snow, youâve found, so much so you're sure youâre breathing in dainty snowflakes rather than the intended oxygen.Â
A dull pain emanates from your right ankle, the very one you just twisted while attempting to ski down a sled, making you plummet head-first into the hard ground. Despite how soft snow looks as it blankets the earth in a pristine white, it is quite incapable of cradling your fall. Instead, its snowflakes seem to liquefy, filtrating through your clothes and making a biting cold cascade down your spine.Â
Clearly, you are far from okay; hence, your eyes roll in a silent protest at the strangerâs questioning, though they cannot see you. If you further bury your head in the snow and do not move, would they think you are a collective hallucination and spare you the embarrassment of helping you?
âUm, should we call an ambulance?âÂ
Clearly not.Â
âI'm peachy!â you throw a thumbs-up in the air, not bothering to lift your face off of the ground, youâre sure that by now the blank canvas beneath you has reluctantly molded itself to the contours of your face.Â
Much prettier than a snowman, youâd personally argue.Â
âAre you sure?â the tentative voice quips up again and you suddenly feel bad for ignoring this passerby, now stuck comforting an odd person whose limbs are not adequately crafted for skiing.
âYeah,â you finally turn around, realizing that the pain in your ankle will not disappear, even if you choose to ignore it. âJust resting, on the snow. The view is nice from here, you know.â
The stranger backs away subtly at your words, and you chuckle inwardly.Â
âI got it.â Someone else speaks from your left and their voice carries a familiarity that drapes an uncomfortable weight atop your lungs. You pivot your head incredibly slowly, locking eyes with none other than Changbin.Â
You scoff outwardly.Â
âNeed help?â he asks, hovering above you like a shadow.Â
Changbin was once your partner in a lab chemistry project, he is also the one person you now avoid most in college.Â
So, you do what any sensible person would in your placeâ you turn away, once again pressing your face into the comforting oblivion of the snow.
âI⌠can still see you.â His words linger, hesitating in the crisp winter wind, and you respond with a (now more effortless) roll of your eyes.
âI know.â
âThen, what are you doing?â
âIf I pretend you are not here long enough, will you finally tire and leave me alone?â
âNo.â
âFine,â you huff, turning back once more. You summon the resolve to finally push your torso up from the pits of your embarrassment, before glancing down at your ankle, only to find that it has doubled in size. An angry scream bubbles up in your throat, but you will yourself to tame the fire withinâ if you think slightly more about your situation, youâd burst into tears right here and then.
âThat needs to be treated,â Changbin states simply, his eyes also locked on your injury. You shut your eyes closed, forcing a deep breath to travel through your lungs. The oxygen you just inhaled seems only to fuel your anger more.Â
âI actually think itâs fine,â you put on the brightest smile on your face, yet your eyes refuse to follow the movement of your lips, making you look like a catatonic doll. You hope thatâs enough to make Changbin go away.Â
âWho are you lying to?â he cocks an eyebrow at you.
Youâre wrong. Again.Â
His self-assured tone further aggravates you, so you will yourself to stand up, wincing as soon as your right foot touches the floor. You bite your lip hard enough to draw out blood, the metallic taste of it coating your tongue uncomfortably.Â
âSee, I can stand!â you say cheerfully and he crosses his arms before his chest, clearly unimpressed. âTry walking.â
âI actually wanna stay here.â
âStill as stubborn, I see,â he sighs, before bending his knees slightly. Next thing you know, youâre scooped up in his arms, your hands wrapping around his neck instantly.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask incredulously, eyes darting furiously over his face.Â
âCarrying you to the infirmary.â
âI can see that,â you say between your teeth. âI said I'm fine.â
âYou clearly arenât.â
âWhat are you? an ankle expert?âÂ
âWhen your parents own the ski resort you kind of become one,â his eyes meet yours once, still as emotionless as theyâve always been when they gaze at you.Â
âDo your parents own this?â you clear your throat, surprise overtaking your tone.Â
âYeah.â
âCan you tell them to upgrade my room to a suit, then?â you bat your eyelashes at him, your smile as sweet as saccharin.Â
âYou literally buried your head in the snow two minutes ago because you wanted me gone.â
âExactly,â you nod vigorously, âthat was two minutes ago, I am a changed person now.â
âYeah?â he smirks slightly, the corners of his mouth almost tugging upwards. âWhat changed?â
You shrug as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. âI didn't know your parents owned the resort.â
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âIt's not broken, thankfully, just sprained. You need to ice it, and not put any pressure on it. Keep your leg elevated at all times, and avoid walking at all costs.â Mariaâs voice reaches your ears in waves, the pain in your ankle making it harder to grasp what sheâs instructing you to do. Still, you easily understand that all your winter break plans are now officially ruined.Â
âBut I wanna ski,â you pout at the fifty-something nurse who smiles sympathetically at you, handing you a cooling balm.Â
âYou shouldnât have fallen then.â Changbin deadpans before she can reply and your right eye squints in annoyance. Maria catches it and winks at you.Â
âYou shouldnât have fallen then,â you mimic, voice high-pitched. He simply shakes his head, a ghost of a smile appearing for a second on his lips, before disappearing promptly.Â
âThank you, Maria,â he bows slightly, his voice sounding kinder when it speaks to everyone but you.Â
âWelcome, baby,â she squishes his cheeks before patting them gently, and you stifle a giggle at the blush sprouting on his face.Â
Maria leaves the room, stating that she has another patient to check up on. Your eyes remain downcast, glaring at your ankle as if itâll scare your body back to health.Â
âYou'll burn a hole into your skin at this rate,â he comments, his hand suddenly appearing in your line of view. You sigh in defeat before reaching for his hand, intertwining fingers as he aids you in rising. His arm becomes a secure anchor around your waist as he guides you toward the elevator. There, he inputs a code on a small panel before pressing button 44.
âThat's not where my chamberâs at.â
âI know, I had them move your stuff to the penthouse,â he explains simply as your heart skips a traitorous beat.Â
âActually? I was just kidding; I don't want an upgraded room.âÂ
âI wanted to,â his eyes locked on yours, a myriad of stars seemingly swimming in his pupils. âIt has easier access for you since it opens up directly in the room.âÂ
âI'll pay you back. How much is the difference?âÂ
He leans in, whispering a six-figure number in your ear and you feel your knees buckle underneath you.Â
âThat much?â your face pales and he nods. âYou still want to pay me back?âÂ
A nervous chuckle leaves you as you lock eyes with the camera in the elevator, âthank you Mrs. Seo for the gift,â you bow down to the best of your capacity. âThank you, Mr. Seo.âÂ
The penthouse is much more spacious than your previous room, vast windows framing breathtaking vistas of pristine mountains. The sound of a crackling fireplace tames the fire within you, morphing it into a harmless ember rather than scorching flames, soothing your soul. A chandelier right above the bed casts a warm glow on the room, that softens your heart and makes you less resentful towards the snow.
âHere,â he sits you down on the edge of the bed, before heading to the mini-fridge across from the room. He takes out a packet of ice before promptly kneeling in front of you.Â
âIt'll be a little cold,â he reassures before placing the ice on your wound. the sarcastic retort you had withers at the tip of your tongue, like a candle flame blown away by a gentle breeze; because Changbin is being gentle to you right now. his eyebrows scrunching as he makes sure not to hurt you even more, his fingers encircling just above your ankle to hold you in place. Clad in his black hoodie and joggers, the tenderness of his touch is an echo of softness from days long past.Â
âThank you,â you whisper, hoping your voice would get lost in the crinkling of the wood. It doesnât, as Changbin looks up at you, pausing his movements. âFor helping me,â you add, âyou didnât have to do it.â
âIt's okay. Youâre not a stranger, soâŚâ he trails off, as a buried bitterness floods your throat, akin to downing a shot of acid. You withdraw your ankle from his hold, taking the ice packet from him.
âYou can go, I got it,â you smile, yet your eyes flee away from him, refusing to catch his gaze, refusing to peer into that same void that once lured you in.
âFine. I'll come check on you later.âÂ
As Changbin swiftly exits the penthouse, you sink into the mattress, hands pressed against your forehead, squeezing tight. to Seo Changbin, you were not a stranger. To you, he might have been everything, once.
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You first met Changbin on the stage of your nationwide rap contest, held within the confines of your campus.Â
You did not know he was, but you were instantly captivated by his incendiary stage presence, and so was everyone around you, gleaming eyes turned unanimously toward him, the air ablaze with loud cheers erupting like a bubbling volcano. The question at the tip of your tongue was a natural oneâ âWho the fuck is this gorgeous man?â
It was as though he had sensed your inquiry, because soon after he concluded his rap with a boastful lineâ âThey call me,â a pause, his eyes meeting yours, âSeo Changbin,â he finished, a subtle smirk painted on his lips, as if he knew that his name would become a golden trademark, one that the music world would remember for generations to come.Â
His gaze lingered on you, but you did not shy away from it, youâve never been one to run away from the things you want. Instead, you smiled at him, a toothy grin that left your cheeks slightly aching afterward.
He did not return the gesture fully, but the corners of his lips did tug upwards, as he dipped his head slightly forward in thanks.Â
Cute.Â
You stayed back long enough to witness Changbin accept his well-deserved first place award, clad in his gray joggers, a snug black tank top, and atop it a deconstructed hoodie boasting enticing holes on the side, giving you a generous view of his sculpted muscles. His silver chains glimmered under the resounding flashes, and you felt a surge of pride at this stranger basking in the spotlight.Â
Your smile only grew wider as Chan and Jisung ran to him, encircling him in his arms and shaking him with palpable happiness. Thunderous cheers erupted, a chorus of voices chanting 'Seo Changbin' at the top of their lungs.
His name will stay with you long after that.
âSo, is he single?â you inquired casually a few days later in the university cafeteria, three cups of iced americano placed before you, Chanâs extra sweetened. The latter looked up from his phone, eyes slightly widening, before leaning in.
âYou like Changbin?â he asked incredulously and you squint your eyes, moving even closer to him.Â
âWhy? Shouldnât I?â
âI'm just surprised because youâve never liked any of the guys I introduced you to.â
âBecause theyâre all douchebags who canât keep up with me,â you declared, tossing your hair over your shoulder as Chan smiled amusedly.
âHey! He introduced me to you,â Jisung chimed in from your left and you rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder reassuringly. âWeâre better off as friends, Ji.âÂ
That was true, your first, and last date with Jisung, ended up with you ordering sushi and laughing at your Tinder matches at an empty parking lot. He's been one of your closest friends ever since.
âAre we?â Jisung made obnoxious kissing noises and you faked a gag, pinching his arm. Han retaliated by yelling so loudly the entirety of the cafeteria turned to look at you. Chan attempted to cover his face with his palm, a desolated look painted on his features.
âAnyways,â Jisung cleared his throat once he settled again, âhe is single. But heâs not looking for anything right now.âÂ
âMaybe he just hasnât looked at me yet.â
Fate seemed to be on your side because Changbin did look at you after that. Your professor Kim, an unwitting cupid, paired you with him for your chemistry project, and for the following month, you found yourself meeting Changbin every day in the college laboratory, to work on the synthesis and characterization of aspirin.
Changbin was different from anyone youâve ever taken a liking to. He did not stir violent butterflies in your stomach, nor made your palms sweat endlessly from nerves. Instead, he infused a peculiar serenity within you, enough to make you eagerly count down the minutes until your next meeting.
Contrary to the fiery persona he unleashed on stage, Changbin exuded a calming aura that held you captive each time he drew near. It was impossible to divert your gaze from him, especially when his loose curls cascaded perfectly over his dark brown eyes, ones framed by thick-rimmed black glasses. His scent, a captivating blend of pinewood and spices, lingered like a second skin on your body, trailing after him and enveloping you in its embrace, long after he was gone.
He felt like a winter wind brushing against your skinâstrong enough to be felt, yet cool enough to be craved by each one of your senses.
You sensed his gaze upon you as well, felt the subtle brush of his hand against your spine when he moved around you, unnecessary yet deliberate. How he brought you hot chocolate every time you met up to warm up your icy fingers. He was sweet and caring; in a way youâd only notice if you paid attention to the things said silently.Â
Yet, he remained an enigmaâwarm on certain days, cold on others. It seemed as if he restrained himself from growing comfortable in your presence, as if you were a bad weed thatâd spread through his roots if he dared approach you. Or maybe that was how he viewed himselfâ a delicate shell with a void inside, guarding itself against any perceived threat.Â
Who was Changbin, truly? What did he like and dislike? Why did he withhold his smiles, stifle his laughter, and avert his eyes after just a fleeting glance at you? Why did he draw near only to retreat each time you attempted to get close? The questions swirled in your mind, creating a tapestry of curiosity that begged to be unraveled by his hands.
âWanna come to karaoke with me and hang out tonight?â Chan asked a week after the end of your chemistry project. You hummed non-convincingly, nose buried in your newly purchased book.Â
âChangbin might come too,â he sang-sung and you quickly perked up, much more interested in his plans now. He snorted at your reaction, and in response, you playfully flashed him your prettiest middle finger.
Chan's disbelief was right though. It was unusual of you to be so expectant of someoneâs presence, for your gaze to flee to the door every two seconds awaiting their entrance.Â
Despite your high hopes, Changbin did not come that night, and as much as you tried to have fun, a sense of disappointment tainted your mood. That, and the realization that he wasn't a mere crush, but something much more to you. The man you couldnât get a read on was already coursing through your veins when you thought he had only stopped at the surface of your skin.Â
Muttering a quick excuse about needing some fresh air, you left the karaoke booth, exhaling heavily, the warmth of your breath translating into silver gusts of air in the chilly night. As you descended the stairs, however, your ankle twisted on the slippery ice, and you found yourself falling, bottom-first, onto the unforgiving concrete.
An ugly sob caught in your throat as hot tears streaked down your cheeks, your palm now scraped and bloody from the impact of the fall, in a useless attempt to soften the blow.
âLet me see,â someone crouched in front of you, and you gasped softly as your eyes met Changbin's concerned gaze.
âOh god, this is so embarrassing,â you admitted, clasping your eyes shut as he gently held your injured hand in his own, blowing air into the open cuts to soothe their burn.
âI didn't see anything,â he reassured, his tone overly sweet, and you squint your eyes at his obvious lies. âDefinitely did not see you trip over nothing,â he added, a teasing smirk drawn on his lips.
âHey!â you punched his arm playfully and he laughed, full-blown high-pitched giggles you did not think Changbin, out of everybody you knew, would be able to conjure. His eyes were squinted close, his apple cheeks raising higher as he laughed some more, and you felt an electrifying warmth flowing through your being. Suddenly, you were burning in the winter wind.Â
Suddenly, you wanted to confess.Â
âDid you just get possessed by a five-year-old girl?â you teased as his laughter quieted down, the smile refusing to leave his face, yet. His eyes softened as they found yours, a simple hum leaving his lips in reply. He applied some pressure on your ankle, checking if it is swollen, but that was the last thing you cared about. The sight of Changbin smiling so freely still running through your mind, again and again. You replayed it enough times since to make sure it was safely guarded in your memory, that the long march of time may not wear it down, graining its delicate edges.Â
âYou should smile more,â you said softly and he looked up at you, a twinkle of gratitude gleaming in his eyes.Â
âYour ankle is fine. Stay here, okay? I have a first aid kit in my car.â He didnât wait for you to reply as he jogged up to his vehicle, and you sighed, heart clenching at how affected you were by his simple touches.
âIt will sting a little,â he spoke gently once he returned, before dabbing up your cut slightly with an alcohol-drenched pad. You hissed softly and he frowned, pausing in his tracks. âOkay?âÂ
âMm,â you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips, âOkay.â
He continued cleaning your cuts, before applying a cooling cream on it and wrapping it in a clean gauze. He hesitated for a few seconds and your breath hitched as he leaned forward, placing the faintest kiss on your palm.Â
âHealing kiss,â he said shyly, a blush blooming on his face and you giggled, bringing his hand to rest upon your cheek.
âI like you, Changbin,â you said truthfully, simply, even as your heart thudded in your chest. âTell me, should I stop? I don't want to hurt myself.âÂ
âIâŚâ he began, his words trailing off, interrupted by Chan walking out of the karaoke booth.
âWhat happened? Are you okay?â he asked, worry clearly dripping from his tone and you cursed inwardly. You loved Chan but youâve never been more annoyed to see him. Your eyes flee tentatively to Changbin as Chan takes your hand in his, inspecting it.Â
âLet's go inside, itâs freezing here,â Chan pulled you up and you nodded, as Changbin followed suit, before he stopped you by the door, his hand on your arm. âCome over tomorrow, please? We can talk then.âÂ
âSure,â you smiled and he nodded, swiping his thumb soothingly along your wrist. âThank you,â he whispered, before walking inside.Â
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The landline ringing snaps you away from that long-buried memory, as it disappears before your eyes like morning mist. You rub your forehead tiredly before answering.
âHello?âÂ
âHello, I would like to inform you that we'll be coming up with food service shortly,â the sweet receptionist announces in a cheery tone, and you furrow your brow.
âI did not order anything, though.â
âIt is on the house. Enjoy your food!â she explains gleefully before hanging up.
On the house meaning it is Seo Changbin's treat. You couldn't help but scoff at the array of food presented before you minutes later, including that damned hot chocolate he always used to bring you, complete with marshmallows on top and colorful sprinkles because why settle for plain when you could have rainbows in your drink.
âHe remembers,â ou whisper to yourself before sighing. What was the point of him remembering now? Every bit of hope you had was dismantled two months ago, akin to a hopeful dandelion blown away by the bitter wind.Â
You bite your lip, contemplating for a few seconds before finally dialing Changbinâs number.
âThe food will get cold. Come quickly. I won't wait for you,â you mumble before hanging up and tossing your phone away.
A few minutes later, Changbin enters your room, his cologne still following him like a second shadow. You avoid his eyes as you dig into the seafood pasta, the one he ordered for you.
âGood?â he asks, and you glance at him from the corner of your eye. "Yeah, good."
âAre you okay?â he inquires, taking a bite of the pepperoni pizza.Â
You knew he was asking about your ankle, and yet, in this moment, sitting on the floor of the penthouse Changbin upgraded for you, eating the food he bought after tending to your injury, you suddenly no longer cared about the state of your body. Instead, an exasperation built up in your throat, directed towards the man who had left you hanging many nights ago.Â
âYou confuse me,â you say honestly, putting down your fork and he frowns. âI confuse you?â he repeats incredulously.
âYes. You always confuse me and I hate it.â Sudden tears threaten to well in your eyes and you groan, burying your face in a pillow to hide it.
âI can't believe you are saying this,â he whispers, pushing away his plate and you scowl, lowering your silky shield.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âYou never came, y/n,â His voice, draped in heavy emotion, catches you off guard like a sudden storm in the calm of the night. âI waited and waited for you and you never came.â
âI came,â you say quietly, the hurt suddenly feeling fresh within the confines of your heart. âAt the wrong time, maybe the right one, I don't know. But I came.â
âWhat?â
âI came to your dorm only to see you kissing a girlâs cheek and hugging her by your door. You told her you missed her and to come later once you sorted something out. Was I⌠What? supposed to enter and sit there to hear you reject me?â You say quickly, finally releasing the words that had long haunted you.
An incredulous laugh escapes his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at its edges. âMy god, that was my sister.â
âWhat?â
âShe came over unannounced that morning. I actually told her she can't stay the night because I had someone important coming over. That someone being you,â he explains and you feel hot embarrassment flood your being, then relief. For what, exactly? Wasnât it too late?
âHow was I supposed to know?â you ask defensively and his eyes widen as he comes closer to you.Â
âYou couldâve asked me!â
âI was embarrassed because I put my heart bare to you. I told you I liked you when I wasn't even sure you liked me back.â
âOf course, I liked you back.â His voice softens as if it were a truth known to everyone but yourself.
âThen why were you so⌠distant.â
âBecause you scared me, you came into my life unannounced and everything changed around me,â he pauses, a shaky breath escaping him. âBecause I wasnât looking for anything but it turns out I just didnât know to look for you yet.â
You giggle against your will at his words, shaking your head slightly. âThat's exactly what I told Chan when I asked if you were single.â
âSee, soulmates,â he grins, satisfied, and you feel tingles pulsate through your entire being at his words.
âSlow down Mr. Seo. We are not even dating yet.â
âYet? So, is there still a chance?â
âIâŚâ your phone rings and you let out a loud groan as you peek at who's callingâ Chan.
âYou have the actual worst timing ever dude,â Changbin nearly screams into the phone and you can clearly hear Chanâs confused voice asking âChangbin? Where is yn?âÂ
Changbin hangs up on him without answering, before putting your phone on silent. Then his, for good measure.
âIt's like heâs my archnemesis or something,â Changbin sighs and you laugh, amused by his exasperation.Â
âSo,â he clears his throat, a bit shyly, âcan we start again? Properly?â
âI don't know⌠I need to see if somethingâs still thereâŚâ you muse and he cocks an eyebrow at you, leaning even closer.Â
âAnd how will you do that?â
You throw your hands around his neck, before resting your cheek on the slate of his shoulders. He remains still for a few heartbeats, only to tighten his hold on you, his lips delicately grazing the exposed canvas of your neck.
âI knew it, you smell nice, and you are really warm,â you sigh contently, closing your eyes as a soothing peace wash over you, all the worries you harbored dissipating at his warmth.
âYou smell really nice too,â he whispers and a grin lights up your face.Â
âI can hear you smiling,â you point out, leaning away slightly to look at him.Â
âIâm happy.â
âThat's cute.â
âYouâre cuter,â he says, nuzzling your nose with his own. âYour total for the food is 160 dollars by the way.â
âCan I pay back with my kisses?â you smile cheekily, bringing your lips a hair breadth away from his.Â
Heâs breathless as he finally presses his mouth on yours, âPlease do.âÂ
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would you take, âlet me talk you through itâ as a rq đđŞ
Given I haven't had much time to write these past few days, got hit with a bad storm and lost power, so here's this as a little filler before I get back to work on the longer stuff. However do keep in mind my requests are still closed!!
cw: F!reader, MDNI, cowgirl, established relationship, implied first time.
Please don't mind the mistakes or overall messiness.
The night bleeds through the open windows, early hours of morning present on the screen of the clock situated on the nightstand. Outside the air is cool, seeping into the crack of the singular opened window. City lights sparkle in the crisp air, their faint light illuminating the dark environment of the room.Â
Itâs quiet, the buzzing sound of silence fills the space, quiet enough for the crashing waves to be heard. However, heard just faintly above the roaring ocean is breathing, emitting from the chilly bedroom.Â
Lips wet with spit, kiss-bitten and sore, flaring red. The heat of your bodies seemingly fighting against the coldness of the room. Kenjiâs hair, messy, few strands sticking to his forehead, parting his lips while he breathes quietly. His chest slicked and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The look of pleasure written all over his face, the taste of euphoria on his tongue.Â
His hands are on the curve of your waist, large against your bare body, feeling up your torso like heâs trying to memorize every dip and slope of your figure.Â
Your hips are nestled on top of his, panties soaked through with your arousal, his furiously twitching against yours, a visible stain forming on his pants. âCâmon,â he coos, his hands sliding down, thumbs hooking under the waistband of his sweats, âyou gonna ride me? Hm? Like my good girl?âÂ
HIs words make you hiss, halting your movements. You lift your hips, batting his hands away and then tugging down his sweatpants as well as his boxers, his cock springing to attention. A sudden nervousness comes over you, the sight makes you not only shake with anticipation but with worry. Worry for what, you couldn't quite tell.
He says your name, sickeningly sweet on his lips, making you look up at him. He nearly groans when your eyes meet his, the innocence in them about to be fucked away. âMy love,â he purrs, rubbing a large hand on your bare thigh, âlift your hips fâme, baby.âÂ
You swallow, adjusting yourself so you are hovering right above him, moving your panties to the side while you tentatively roll your hips against his leaking tip. He reaches up, grabbing your hips to hold you steady, excitement pooling in his stomach, clouding his eyes.Â
âYou can do it,â he hums, watching you hesitate, âitâll only hurt for a bit, but then youâll feel really good, I promise.â You slowly ease down on him, a quiet squeak slips off your lips as you feel him spread you open, tears starting to sting in your eyes. He hums, trying to keep his eyes from rolling back in his skull as he watches you take him in.Â
âF-Fuck,â he practically whimpers when your bodies finally meet, the feeling of your plush walls wrapping around his length. You lean forward a bit, pressing a hand on his chest to brace yourself.Â
When he feels you try to move he digs his nails into the fat of your hip. âCareful, you don't have to rush things, just move when you're ready,â he grunts, staring up at your scrunched up face. The way he looks at you makes your stomach churr, your walls clench, and he can feel it.Â
âO-Okay,â you stutter, the pain slowly subsiding as you start to grind against him, occasionally lifting your hips just slightly. It doesn't take long until you're picking up pace, whimpers and moans spilling from your filthy mouth. âAtta girl,â he groans, âwhat a good girl.âÂ
His words make you shudder, your thighs shaking with each lift of your hips. âDoing so good, pretty girl,â he hums, having a hard time keeping his composure, âyou got it, you don't need my help.âÂ
Your other hand reaches out for him, and he meets it with his own hand, curling his fingers, holding your hand while you ride him. It's overwhelming for him, your soft moans, how your face is controted in pleasure, drool more than likely threatening to spill from your lips.
âJust like that, baby,â he breathes, his short nails pressing crescent shaped marks into your warm skin, âshitâŚâ
âKenâKenji,â you whimper, taking your hand off his chest so you could rub quick circles on your clit. âOh fuck,â he blurts suddenly, surpised by your sudden actions, âfuckâI love it when you do that, love it when you touch yourself.âÂ
The tears welling up in your eyes start to slide down your reddened cheeks, mouth open, letting all that pent up arousal spill out past your lips. His name never leaves your mind, and eventually it's all you can think of. That sudden white heat flashes over your eyes, your stomach tightening.Â
âImââ you start, unable to even finish your sentence, âKenji, fuck. I thinkâŚ..â
He smiles, âyou can do it, just hold on a little longerââ
Unable to keep rubbing your clit, your wrist starting to cramp, you lean forward again, gripping onto the headboard, digging your nails into the hard material. That heat breaks into you, your orgasm splashing over you in colors, bright and blinding.Â
You cry out his name, legs buckling as you ride yourself out on him, his own orgasm painting your walls with a hoarse moan. âHoly shit,â he gasps, squeezing your hand, âlet it all out fâme baby.â
When your orgasm settles, you let go of the headboard, body slumping down onto his as you try to recover from your orgasm. He rubs your back, placing gentle kisses on whatever skin is available to him. âYou did so good,â he rasps, âsuch a good girl, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?â
#â・đŚšÂ°â§ukume!#ken sato#ken sato x reader#kenji sato#kenji sato x reader#ultraman rising#kenji sato smut#ken sato smut
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honeyy, as you can see... i'm missing my people so much đ can we get jinnie - getting rid of the boys - and sneaking into omega's room to spend the night with her when channie's away, please? đĽšâ¤ď¸
heheheh i love this idea it is very cute đthanx bb i hope you like it
ABANB Drabble 02
"This is a long grocery list, Hyune. Are you sure you need all of it?" Felix asked, looking at the texted list that Hyunjin had sent him.
*cough* " Yeah, m' sure. I need everything on that list to feel better." Hyunjin faked another cough, thankful that he was only speaking on the phone or else Felix would have seen the sly grin on the other betas face.
Everyone was out of the house right now. Felix, Jisung and Minho were out shopping, Changbin and Jeongin were at the gym, Seungmin had gone to visit his family for the weekend and Chan had left this morning for a client meeting. That only left Hyunjin alone⌠With you. A rare moment he would not pass up on. Hyunjin had not had any time with his omega in what felt like centuries ( about 4 days) and he was beginning to go crazy.Â
You were just getting over a cold, having spent too much time dancing in the rain with Jisung a few days prior. Jisung hadnât gotten sick somehow but you werenât so lucky. You were feeling much better now but still not one hundred percent so you (more like Minho) thought it better to rest a little more. Your cold gave Hyunjin the perfect cover- âsomehowâ you had given him your illness so he just had to stay home today while everyone else ran errands.Â
He added for good measure, âPlus, Baby would benefit from a lot of that stuff too.âÂ
That seemed to do it as he heard Felix hum in agreement. âI suppose so. Alright then we will grab it while weâre out, but we may be gone a little longer than usual. Are you gonna be ok taking care of yourself for a while?âÂ
*cough* âI think so.â He hid his snicker behind the cough.Â
The phone was snatched out of Felixâs hand, a loud âHEYâ being heard then Minhoâs voice rang through the phone. âDo not go bothering Baby while weâre out. She needs to recover and get her rest, and she canât do that if youâre up her ass the whole time.âÂ
âOh if only you knew just how up her ass I can be, Minhoâ Hyunjin thought snarkily. âI wonât. I Promise.âÂ
Minho scoffed and Hyunjin could imagine how the elder beta was rolling his eyes, â Yeah right. Get some rest, Hyune.âÂ
Min had ended the call before he could respond, the line cutting with a quiet beep. Hyunjin pocketed his phone and stood from his place on the couch. The beta listened for any sign of life but heard nothing except the muffled voices coming from the tv in your nesting room where you were resting. He was giddy as he ascended the steps to the second floor, a fluttering in his stomach that he never grows old of was making him jittery and he couldn't fight the smile that lingered on his lips.Â
Hyunjin approached your door and gave a tentative knock on the wood. He heard the tv pause and a light shuffle, then a quiet âCome in.â Your voice was still slightly scratchy.Â
The beta slowly cracked the door open and peeping his head inside, his long hair swaying with the movement brought a little crackly giggle out of you. âHi beautiful, how are you feelinâ? He asked, taking in how cute you looked snuggled up in your nest. Â
âHi Jinnie. Mâ feeling ok, still a little under but definitely better.â You replied, âWhat about you? Did I get you sick too?âÂ
He shrugged, âAh a little, no big deal.â He faked another cough, turning away for a second. Hyunjin needed a way in and playing with your nurturing instincts was the way to go. You seldom let the boys enter your nest, only when you deemed it necessary.Â
âOh Jinnie Iâm sorry! How about you come cuddle with me, maybe the body heat will help with your fever!â Bingo.Â
*cough cough* âI canât just invade your nest like that Baby. Iâll be ok.â *Sniffle*Â
âNonsense. You get your skinny little butt in here Hyunjin.â You waved him in with a stern look on your face.Â
âWell, if you insist.â He wasted no time before shuffling over to you and flinging himself into your nest next to you. He cuddled up close when you wrapped your arms around him.Â
You placed your lips softly upon his forehead, feeling a light fever in the warmness of his skin. âHm you are warm. Lay down. I have some tea on the bedside- you should drink some, it will help your throat.â He wanted to swoon, even when you yourself were feeling bad you still took care of him in his âtime of needâ. You werenât lying when you said you felt a fever on his skin though.Â
âYouâre the best, Baby. What are we watchin?âÂ
âGreys anatomy.â You picked up the remote and resumed the program.Â
âAgain? Havenât you seen every episode like.. Four times?âÂ
âShhhhhhâ You hushed him, âThis is a good part, their plane is about to crash.âÂ
You both settled in together, cuddled up watching the drama series with drooping eyes. That is where the other members of the pack found you later; both asleep wrapped around each other. Minho grumbled about Hyunjin being a liar and Felix giggled and took pictures to print out later.Â
Hyunjin woke up a few hours later with a scratchy throat and a very real congestion in his nose.
Worth it.
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