#the voices tell me i cant draw but they cant hold back my thirst for big burly men having a big ol time together

[missokisst-mahika]

sick little thing im trying to draw in the midst of a panic attack

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[gallickingun]

o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o I think I need me so sleepy time fluffy morning Baku sex. I've been corrupting myself too much lately LOL. Thirst post or drabble I guess? "Hey, you awake?" "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "Don't cum yet."

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader RATINGS: M/E+ WARNINGS: smut WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

request from THIS prompt list - prompt fill sentences will look like this.

“Hey, you awake?”

You groan, stuffing your head beneath your pillow. It isn’t enough that he has the audacity to wake up before the sun rises, but for him to bother you until your eyes are peeled open? You smack your lips together, a disgruntled sound raking against your throat as you close your eyes again.

His palm is warm as it travels down the length of your abdomen, as if his scarred hands are prodding at every one of your ribs to count them in the early morning light, “I know you’re awake, c’mere.”

“Go back to bed,” you murmur into the sheets, but it holds no intent because you’re doing as he says, swiveling your body to tuck into his chest. Bakugou’s arms slink underneath your sleep shirt, a shirt he recognizes as his own, fingerprints mapping out the dips and curves of your back and shoulders. You hear him groan into the crown of your hair and you smirk, your eyes lazily drawing their way up to look into his crimson orbs, “Can’t sleep?”

On cue, Bakugou’s hips rut forward, and you feel his very prevalent boner press into your thigh. Your thigh muscles tighten at the sensation, the half-asleep haze still fogging up your brain so you can only think in partial thoughts.

His nose nuzzles your forehead, nudging against the creases until your skin softens, smoothing beneath his kisses. He grunts when you roll your hips forward, a teasing cant of your waistline making his blunt fingernails bite into your skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest, making its way up his throat until every cell in his body is vibrating with anticipation.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs into your tresses, voice dropped an octave when you hitch your thigh up over the top of his to get closer. Bakugou’s voice is still rough with sleep, all jagged edges and coarse tones as his mouth begins to wander, mumbling little aborted sentences into your skin, “Such a fuckin’ filthy tease in your sleep, babe. You feel that?”

He’s of course referring to the throbbing cock he’s currently sporting, pressed flush between your thighs and his. Bakugou licks the pad of his tongue over the length of your neck, tracing your jugular with his teeth. A fresh wave of arousal slickens the skin of your thighs, pre-come leaking from his tip to mix with your wetness.

“S’too early,” your murmuring against his collarbones, lazy, sloppy kisses pressed into his hot flesh.

Bakugou has always been a human heater – you suppose it’s just a side effect of his quirk. His body naturally runs hotter so he can kickstart his explosion quirk whenever he needs to. The stinging sensation of his palms as he tries to tame his power is not lost on you as his hands roam your body, pulling and dragging at you to keep you close and feel your frame.

He traipses a hand between your bodies, fingertips running down your abdomen until he reaches the spasming outer walls of your cunt, “Hah,” he is brash in his laughter, “you’re fuckin’ soaked, Princess. You really gonna tell me it’s too early?”

“Shuddup and fuck me,” you murmur into his neck, lavishing the skin with your teeth and tongue. Bakugou moans at the action, his eyelids slipping closed and his eyes rolling back in his head. You reach a hand up his neck to palm at his undercut until you get to a thatch of hair that you can hold onto, grasping at it desperately so you can bring him back down to kiss your mouth.

Bakugou is quick to roll himself over so he’s loitering above you, a shadow cast down on your body thanks to the beginning rays of the sunrise filtering in through your partially open blinds. He nudges his nose against the bridge of your face, tracing the outlines of your cheek bones while your hands busy themselves with his torso. You cannot get enough of his body, toned and yet somehow supple at the same time. Your fingers knead into the plush flesh of his ass, and he tilts his head so he can kiss you.

The head of his cock butterflies your pussy so he can collect the silvery strands of slick that have gathered between your lips. You moan into the cavity of his mouth, his teeth biting down on your tongue when he gets the chance, “Fuck, baby,” his voice is low as he sucks on the muscle, rutting his hips forward out of pure primal need.

“I love you,” you murmur into the void, playing with he blonde strands of hair that you can reach. Your other hand is rested between the planes of his shoulders, palming at the muscles that ripple as he moves.

Bakugou kisses your bottom lip, leaning back to admire your features, “I love you too.”

He accentuates the sentence by slowly dredging his cock forward, coating himself in your arousal at an agonizing pace that leaves you wanting more but somehow unable to beg for it. You adore him in these moments – when he is wanton enough to devour you whole, but uses his ever astounding self-restraint to savor your every sound. Bakugou is handsy when he’s just woken up, fingerprints searching for something to memorize, as if his very anatomy was pieced together to mesh with yours. He knows you like he knows himself, inside and out, and it only serves to better moments like this.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’s almost whining, his voice thick as he does so. You find yourself sifting your fingers through his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, guiding his eyesight to your face so he can look down at you from where he’s hovering.

You swear you hear a gentle whimper when he makes eye contact with you, but you don’t press him about it, instead enjoying the view you have from beneath him. His hair shines like gold in the warm sunlight, his eyes are glittering rubies as his gaze bores into you, as if you might have all the secrets to the questions of the universe. You tilt your chin and kiss him on the mouth, tenderly and slow, and he matches your pace with the stuttering of his hips.

A moan passes between you, the origin of it unclear given that you now can’t tell where you end and he begins. You are a mess of tangled limbs and sounds, your arms and legs wound around his body as he fucks into you slowly. The bed creaks underneath your weight, but it only adds to the cacophony of sounds all intermingling together to form the melody of your morning.

“Damn, Princess,” Bakugou drops his mouth to your neck, softly sucking at a few different patches of skin. Hard enough to elicit a reaction in the way of your cunt clenching around his cock, but not hard enough that he might leave a mark that you’ll have to cover.

Bakugou works you to the precipice of pleasure, your climax fast approaching as the ministrations of his hips do not falter. You can feel his cock twitching from withing your walls and you clamp down to hold him steady, winding your hands in his hair as you hold him close, “N-No, don’t cum yet.”

He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up into you in defiance, but it is only second nature for him. Bakugou kisses your jawline before murmuring in your ear, “I don’t know how you expect me to last much longer with this fucking perfect pussy of yours, all sloppy and wet around my cock.”

You shiver at his lewd words, your spine bolstering with confidence as he litters praise down on you like confetti. You tilt your head so your cheek is pressed into his, beckoning him forward with the gentle tug of your hand in his hair, “I-I wanna look at you when you cum.”

Bakugou is immediately upright, pulling his hips away from you so only the tip of him is submerged within your core, hot and throbbing with the imminence of his release. You feel him tensing up his body to try and force himself to look down at you, every nerve beneath his skin practically shattering at the sight of you so blissed-out and at his mercy.

His thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek and you feel like there has never been a more ethereal moment than this one. The soft smell of sweets cooking over a campfire fills your nostrils, a familiar taste in the air that you’ve come to know after many years of being with Bakugou Katsuki. Your chest brushes his as you inhale deeply, committing the moment to memory, commiserating it with the slight flare of your nostrils.

The sight of him so close to the crest of his release makes your thighs tense, but you want to savor this moment. These few seconds between when everything is calm and then the coil finally snaps, washing white-hot pleasure through your entire being. You press your palms to his cheeks, his still hazy eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

A quiet curse falls from his lips before he sheathes his cock within you again, bottoming out on the first stroke. You can tell by the strain of his neck that he wants to lower his head, but he fights every instinct in his body and keeps his eyes focused on you, those vermillion irises ever present as you both begin to climb toward your release.

“Please, Katsuki,” you lick your lips and beg for him, clenching your thighs until they’re quivering, “cum in me, I want to feel you cum in me.”

Bakugou’s eyes are steely as he looks down at you, “Here you go, baby,” he murmurs into the void of your bedroom, the words airy and light as they drift from his lips to your ears.

Your heels dig into the plush of his backside, anchoring him to you as you feel the familiar heat of his spend coating your core. You moan in tandem with him, milking him with your glutinous walls trapping his cock inside. His tip is pressed hotly against your cervix, and you swear you can feel him in your spine, but that does nothing but stir your body into passion, brought even closer to the end when his thumb finds your clit.

“C’mon, Princess,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss you quickly on the mouth, “I want you to come for me, yeah? Come on my cock.”

That is all the encouragement your body needs, your arousal meeting his as you cry out, throwing your head forward to press against his collarbone. You sob at the feel of your body tensing up from head to toe, your orgasm shattering the world around you until all you can fathom is Katsuki.

Bakugou hums once you’ve fallen slack, nudging his nose along your cheek, “Where’s my girl?”

Your head falls back to the pillow and your hands find their familiar place in his ashen blonde locks, “Right here.”

As if there were anywhere else you’d rather be.

[fics-not-tragedies]

April song prompts: #1 Do Me a Favour

Today’s prompt was requested by myself, since no one asked for it. 

SONG: Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 2445 (drabbles, I said 🤡); Warnings: angsty smut and some emotions;

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The silence weighed a tonne, like it was crushing you, pushing you down. Every second of silence made it heavier, harder to bear and hold up. You finally caved: “You know we’re going in circles, don’t you?”

Your heart stopped for a moment when his eyes snapped back up, locking with yours, “Circles, yes?” He asked, his voice quiet and much smaller than you liked, “Perhaps… perhaps you could just tell me where you were…”

You swallowed, “Santino, I don’t know. I was at so many places, met so many different people … it was … two whole weeks, I won’t remember every detail. Do you? Every detail of every party?”

He lowered his gaze again, “I … I always try.”

“Yes, so do I. I also try to text and call and clear my schedule but it’s just so hard. And I keep telling you and you keep telling me and we’re going in circles.”

You wanted to touch his face, run your fingers through his hair but you had the sinking feeling that that would not comfort him like it usually did, the fear of him pushing you away scaring you and keeping you from making a move.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted” you said, a desperate attempt at postponing this situation, halting it before it would unfold, an attempt to fix something that was beyond fixing, that was already broken.

You had only just arrived at his place after the longest day, hoping you could just cuddle up to him and have him tell you it was okay, but there was too much between you to ignore, so many things left unsaid and unexplained.

“Bella… I have a flight early in the morning…”

You swallowed, “Of course you do.”

You know you would wake up feeling empty the next morning, you didn’t look forward to it, seeing him go. It would just start this whole cycle all over again, “Should I just go home?”

He bit his lip, “I … bella … I really don’t want to… to have this conversation… not right now…” he said, somehow struggling to find the right words.

“Me neither, Santino. But we have to have it eventually. We can’t go on like this.”

“I’m not going to tell you to go away, that’s not the point.”

Your throat felt dry and you took a deep breath, reaching out to cup his face into your hands and guiding it close to yours, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. You wanted this to stop, you wanted all the conversations you kept having to stop, you wanted to just feel him. You loved him, you wanted to make him feel something. But the reality was, you hadn’t felt anything in a long time, your whole relationship having become a routine, a chore at times, the same conversations and arguments as if they were planned out, as if they had to happen.

You relaxed when you felt him kiss you back eagerly. One of his arms wrapped around you, pressing your body up against his, his hand finding its way up your back to the back of your neck, trapping you in his arms. You didn’t want to escape anyway. You wanted to be so close to him that there would be no room for arguments, for doubts, for anything but the desire you had for him.

You kissed him harder, felt him bite your lip and groan into the kiss, tugging lightly on your hair as he took a few steps forward, your back hitting the back of the sofa. You’d meant to take the lead when you kissed him, lead the two of you wherever you needed to go together, but he’d taken over and you gladly let him. He’d always let you take care of him but when he got hooked on that deep, physical connection you had always shared.

Now you felt, it was almost all that was left. It was the only thing you shared.

You ran your fingers through his hair, finally, drawing another soft groan from his lips as you pulled on it and he pulled away from the kiss, burying his lips at your neck, sucking harshly on your skin, quite determined to mark you even though you really at this point weren’t his. You hadn’t felt like you were in a very long time, but arched your neck all the same, exposing your skin to give him all the access to you that he wanted as his hands came to run up your sides, pushing your dress up with them and only disconnecting his lips from your neck to pull the dress over your head, tossing it down on the floor before he continued his lips’ work on the soft skin of your neck.

You buried your fingers in his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp, pressing yourself closer to him, his hips rolling into yours, grinding, making you ache for more as he growled against your neck. With your other hand, you unbuttoned his jacket, feeling up his clothed chest, the muscles tensing under your touch, causing you to wish he was closer, gripping you tighter, the wetness between your legs increasing as you pictured it.

He let his hands ran up your sides, finding your breasts and palming them roughly through the lace of your bra, gripping at them as he bit down on your neck, making you tremble when he pushed his knee between your legs. Your knees were weak and you wrapped one arm around his shoulders to hold on to him, causing him to step closer to you and push you up with a move of his hips, your leg wrapping around him, moaning when he stepped between them, the fabric of his trousers brushing into your clit just right.

You could barely remember the last time you’d wanted him so much, ached for him to touch you, to bury his cock between your legs, but you knew it was because of the awareness that it would all end, that maybe this was the last time you would get to have him, painfully realizing that you hadn’t been appreciating him as much as you should have. You’d been taking him for granted, figuring that no matter what happened, he was yours anyway, no matter what you said or did, you were his.

“Desperate for it?” He drawled and you realized you’d desperately been grinding into his thigh to get some friction, moaning at his words. His voice was rough, husky as he spoke against your neck.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled lowly before stepping back and you had to grip the edge of the sofa to not fall, “Turn around…” he demanded.

You swallowed, slipping carefully off the back of the sofa and turning around, looking at him over your shoulder. It had slowly gotten dark outside and there was barely any light in the room but that didn’t matter. You weren’t going to look at him anyway and it was much, much better this way as you heard him shuffle, pushing down his trousers and underwear before stepping close to you again, his throbbing erection pressing against your butt and you pushed back against him, aching for him to be inside you. You wanted something, needed something to quench your thirst, feeling your underwear starting to soak as you thought about what it would feel like.

But he took his time, one of his hands snaking around you and push your legs apart, toying with your clit, but with a lack of pressure that had you bucking into his touch with a desperate whine of lust, causing him to grip your hip and hold you in place.

You sank lower, “Santino, please…” you didn’t care, let him have this. You wanted him and he knew either way.

“Please what?” He groaned.

“Please fuck me.”

He let his hand wander up your body, squeezing your breast roughly, his other hand disappearing from your hip to guide his cock between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against your wet folds.

“Please” you whimpered again, gasping when you felt him push inside you without warning, filling you up. His hand ran up your back, bending you over the back of the sofa. You shut your eyes, his cock throbbing inside you, stretching your walls the only thing you could focus on. He fit inside you so perfectly and despite having been there so many times, the feeling just overwhelmed you.

“So fucking tight…” he groaned, thrusting up inside you before drawing back for a moment, his fingers at your clit again, just little flicks that kept you on edge and made your walls flutter around his cock, begging for him to fuck you, “Take it…”

You rocked forward as he buried himself inside you again, moaning loudly and gripping on the to the edge of the sofa to hold yourself steady as he started rocking his hips against yours, building up a fast pace. He was as desperate as you, groaning every time he filled you up and his cock reached deep inside you, keeping one hand on your breast, squeezing it roughly, the other between your legs, remaining in complete control over the situation and you let him, giving yourself up to him for what was probably going to be the last time.

“Cazzo… keep doing that bella…” he growled when your walls gripped his cock and he stumbled closer to you, his chest pressed up against your back as he moved to guide your body to stand up straight again. You were already so close, whining when his hand cupped your throat loosely to keep you right where he wanted you, his lips so close to your ear, his groans the only thing you could hear.

There was truly no comparison to him and you doubted that would ever change. The warmth he was able to make you feel, make you sweat with just a nudge of his hips, a simple movement of his could unwind you. And the fact that he knew that just made him all the better at fucking you right up. The way his cock stretched you, the way he held you, you didn’t want him to stop because he felt so good and because you knew that as soon as you would stop, nothing would be the same. You knew that otherwise, he would not be treating you like this right now, if this was going to happen again. He was giving you everything he had left, because he wouldn’t need it anymore once he’d let go.

The thought made your eyes sting and you pushed back against him, begging him, “H-Harder, Santino … please…” you whimpered. You needed more, needed him to take all those thoughts off you, now was not the time to be sad, not while he still held you like this.

His breath was heavy and you could feel the sweat on his chest as he pressed up against you, his hips picking up their pace and he thrust deeper inside you,“You’re so wet…” he drawled.

“Santino…” you whimpered.

“Say me name again” he demanded instantly, groaning as he delivered a particularly hard thrust, holding himself there for a moment and waiting for you to repeat his name, praising him before he continued to move. You could tell he was getting close and you weren’t far behind, rocking your hips back against his. Your legs were shaking and you could barely keep up, your wetness coating his hard cock.

And then his fingertips were rubbing your clit roughly, pushing inside you faster, harder and his body crashed against yours when he let go, his hot release spurting inside you, his hips rocking with yours through your orgasm as it washed over you and your body trembled, thankful that he was holding you so tight, breathing heavily against your ear, your moans filling the room.

Even once you’d both calmed down, had ridden out your orgasms, he held you, both arms wrapping around you as his breath slowed but was still shaky against your neck. He planted a soft kiss to your skin before he finally let go and you felt a lump in your chest that started burning the second his touches left your body and you stumbled to stand on your own two feet properly. He was still there, he wouldn’t be gone until the next morning but at that moment in the darkness, the wetness running down your leg as you both tried to get over what had just happened, what had happened before and what would happen, it felt like he was gone already.

“Both of us will miss this… eventually… at some point” you mumbled, fixing your underwear as he was still standing behind you in silence, only his ragged breath being the proof of his existence.

“Bella” Santino took a step closer, his arms enveloping you, but you shrugged them away, moving aside, tears pooling in your eyes.

“No, please… don’t. It will be easier if we end this right here, right now.”

“Bella… no” he gasped and you could feel the pain that tore through whatever was left from his voice.

“Yes, Santino, we can’t go on like that forever… We’re from two different worlds, there’s no point in going further.”

“But you told me you loved me, bella, it doesn’t matter now? Did you forgot all of those things we’ve been through? All of those moments we’ve spent together? Those good ones, you forgot them too?” His voice was breaking, emotions tearing right through every word.

“Do me a favor and stop asking questions, there’s no need for that now. You’ll have hundreds if not thousands of women after me… by the end of tomorrow I’ll just one of those who had a brief affair with you and nothing more. And if you excuse me now… I’ll leave now… I’m sorry Santino.”

“No bella, please… I beg you please… stay…” the cracking sound of his voice and the silence of tears rolling down his face will be two only things you’d remember from this moment, along with the gentle touch of his fingers that brushed against the skin of your wrist. Santino longed his hand there and you took a loud breath before moving his hand away.

“The great Santino is begging… there’s no point in that now. I’m sorry” you said then moved closer to him, cupping his face into your hands one final time before kissing his nose gently, “Goodbye Santi, mi dispiace che tutto sia finito così.”

[arthur-morgan-slap-my-ass]

First Light

Anonymous said: How do you feel about some soft touching and kissing with Arthur, maybe throw in some smut if you feel like it? *wink wink*

AN: According to my girlfriend, reading this is like clicking in a pornhub link, so I hope y’all like it. It’s really sweet and cute and I wrote is part of a challenge to her!!!! As always, thank u bby @winters-uprise for being my beta and forcing me to write!!!

Word Count: 2500 of tooth rotting smut

Summary: Nature getaways, soft touching in the dark, lovey dovey moments, a true unthinkable amount of sweet possessiveness, sleepy sex (in a way) and a lot of ‘i love you’s.

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Stirred from sleep, you lazily registered the distant feeling of someone touching you. It was late — far too late for the lights to still be on, the only source of it being the half-dead bonfire Arthur had lit a few hours ago when putting together your camp. You kept your eyes closed, slowly coming to your senses and breathing softly against the man’s chest; hot and solid, next to your face.

“That’s it,” Arthur cooed gently, swiping your hair from your face to press a kiss to the dip between the corner of your eye and nose, “nice ‘n easy.”

Your brain slowly started to catch up to the moment and the slow rocking of Arthur’s hands between your thighs. His fingers were already knuckle deep in your already sore pussy, his essence from earlier adding up to your growing wetness. His knee pressed up, parting your thighs further and you whimpered, trying to open your eyes; still groggy.

“Arthur—“

“No talkin’,” he cut you with a hoarse voice, “eyes closed, yeah, jus’ like that.”

His lips pressed to your neck, his body coaxing yours to go limp under the naughty attention he was showering you with. You keened lowly, fisting at the soft fabric of his sleepshirt in desperation. Arthur hummed, nibbling on the sweet spot just below your jawline.

“Ain’t no one that can make you feel like that,” he whispered in your ear, so intoxicatingly sweet it left you dizzy and breathless, “ain’t that so, sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly, moaning quietly as Arthur bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder. The pad of his thumb brushed on your clit, making you jolt under the weight of his body and eliciting a pleased growl from him. Your breathing quickened and you tried to keep your eyes squeezed shut, spreading your thighs some more for him and the sensations he had to offer.

It burned a little, but you didn’t mind — at times, neither you or Arthur wanted to be slow and gentle, the loving caresses you’d trade in your tent back at the camp never enough to quench your thirst and need for each other. His fingers scissored your pussy, torturously slowly, with a deliberate sense of purpose that evaded your mind for the time being.

“Pretty,” Arthur cooed once more, his voice dripping with praise, “so pretty, sweetheart,” he brushed his thumb more firmly down on the little bud of nerves and you hiccupped a gasp, turning your face to press it to the thickness of his neck. “Easy, easy…”

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something — anything —, but ultimately decided against it and snapped it shut. Arthur chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, a silent praise to your obedience as he started pumping his fingers slowly; middle and index fingers making slow come-hither motions. If you were in a better state of mind, not as drowsy and pliable, the sound of your wetness would’ve caused you to blush and hide your face in embarrassment, but that wasn’t the case.

“Wanna come for me?,” Arthur asked in a hushed voice, a soft teasing lilt to it, a condescending tone that wouldn’t appear during daytime. You nodded, because of course you did, keening lowly at his words. “I know, darlin’… keep goin’, that’s it…”

His fingers prodded further and this time you gasped when he pushed them deeper and rubbed up against the tender spot that made you see stars. You cried softly, moaning from deep within your chest, and Arthur encouraged you with low praises and gentle kisses. The contrast was intoxicating, the tenderness he offered when kissing and touching you against the harsh tone he had used on you earlier and the imposing instance he had adopted now.

“Make the prettiest lil’ sounds, don’t ya?,” he teased, slowing the rocking of his fingers in your pussy — and you whined in protest, clasping a hand around his forearm with a feeble sort of desperation. Arthur smiled, seemingly amused, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You squirmed under him rubbing your thighs together and canting your hips more fully towards his touch. You knew he was trying to make you speak up, teasing to see if you’d break, but you held back. Squeezing his wrist, you pushed at his hands, giving a shuddering breath when he brushed his thumb on the small bundle of nerves on top of your pussy.

“You want this?,” Arthur inquired, rubbing your clit slowly in a wide circle, but you wanted — needed — more. “Like that, huh?”

Shaking your head, you spread your thighs further, eyes still closed and oblivious to just how much the man could see of your wanton display. You were shivering, breathing harshly and quite fairly beyond yourself with pleasure. Arthur hummed in satisfaction.

“Yer so wet for me, sweetheart,” he commented, the soft lilt of tease back in his voice. It was amazing how Arthur was able to drive you up the walls with want, how he was this loving man and a teasing devil in bed; both sides of a same coin you had grown to love with time. “I bet you really wanna cum now, ain’t that so?”

You nodded feverishly, clinging to his arm now; you wanted to plead and cry for him, make release come quicker for you, but he dragged on.

“That’s a good girl,” Arthur praised, now pressing down on your clit and resuming the pumping of his fingers, the remaining drips of his own come flowing out of your cunt and smearing the lips, “such a good, good girl…”

Feeling lightheaded and dizzy, you clung to him — his voice, his smell, his presence, just anything you could anchor yourself with. You opened your mouth in a silent plea, tensing up under Arthur’s knowing touch. He had always known how to work you up to orgasm, surprisingly so; with gentle touching and pressure just on the right spots and it was—

You moaned, clawing at his arm and not knowing where to hold onto — the fabric of the sleepshirt or his forearm between your legs. It was too much, you thought feebly, just too—

“Cum for me, darlin’,” Arthur commanded in a hushed voice, one that left no space for arguing and you did.

You cried out, canting your hips and trying to accompany his hand as they worked your orgasm out of your body, your mind going on overdrive and feeling fuzzy at the same time as you peaked over; but Arthur kept going, still his expert fingers in and out of your pussy in rhythm.

“That’s it,” he cooed when you keened softly, trying to push his hand away before it became too much, but he didn’t give in, “just givin’ what you needed, ain’t that so sweetheart?”

With a fervent nod of your head, you tried closing your thighs — a clear contradiction from your side on that matter, but you didn’t care, because Arthur was still touching you and—

He chuckled, pulling his fingers away from your pussy with an embarrassingly loud wet sound. You shuddered, heaving out a short lived breath — because Arthur pushed his fingers in your mouth, not roughly, not like that, but insistently. You took his digits in, sucking on your juices the way you knew he wanted, and that made him groan. Holding his hand in yours, you lapped at his fingers slowly, almost languidly, until they were clean and you were left with the pungent taste of your own release on your tongue.

“Good girl,” Arthur growled, pulling your mouth to his for a fervent kiss, all teeth and tongue, but you could tell he was just as sleepy as you, despite the arousal. “So good,” he kept praising, kissing your temple and coaxing you to nuzzle into his chest; and of course you did, making Arthur sigh and smooth the unruly curls of your messy hair.

But you weren’t done with him, not yet. Your hand caressed the small bit of exposed skin up from his chest to his neck, your lips finding the stubbly skin there and carefully nipping at it. Arthur hummed appreciatively and you could feel the tiny tremor of his body at your gentle touching, the way he’d always do when you kissed his neck. You still had your eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the distant purple or daylight slowly creeping in; but still not enough to illuminate the woods around you.

“I love you,” Arthur breathed out, holding you in his arms in a lazy hug and you gave him a noncommittal answer from the back of your throat, one that you both knew meant that you loved him too. It was an inside joke, since you had said it first and Arthur had panicked for a second and did the same — simply hummed at your confession, all those months ago, before properly saying it. You thought it was adorable.

“Why do you get to talk now?,��� you teased, snaking a hand below the coarse fur blanket to palm Arthur’s exposed sex. You both hadn’t bothered to dress up after having sex earlier that night. "Thought it was my turn to make ya feel good.”

Arthur shuddered a breath out, pulsing with interest in your hand. “Don’t get so cocky now, darlin’…”

You smiled wickedly, giving his shaft a gentle squeeze, to which Arthur responded with a soft groan. “So responsive, ain’t you?”

He chuckled lightly, shuffling his body closer to yours. “Stop teasin’ me,” he muttered, kissing your cheek, your eyelids and your forehead before settling to rest his chin on top of your head. “Just wanna have a good time…”

You started pumping him slowly, drawing a breathy moan from him. Arthur was always so responsive, with his small groans and held back moans; minimally vocal even at Camp to let you know just how much he loved it when you touched him. “Sound so good, Arthur…,” you whispered to him, kissing the faded scar on his chin; and Arthur shuddered when you swiped your thumb over the head of his sex.

“Yeah,” he agreed numbly, voice with the edge of a plea to it, his hips already thrusting shallowly against your hand. “Yeah,” he repeated, and you hummed sweetly at him, as if shushing his half pleas.

Arthur shivered when you picked up the pace, twisting your hand the way you knew he liked. “You’re so good, too,” you praised some more, now kissing his jawline, “so good, aren’t you?”

He moaned lowly, lips parting, and moved a hand to take a hold of your hip; touch heavy and hot on your bare skin. “This ain’t fair…,” Arthur complained weakly and you gave him another squeeze, cooing softly at his shivering breath. “You’re way better at this.”

“Shhh,” you hushed his complaint with a gentle press of your lips to his neck, giving it a teasing bite, “you sound so pretty like this, just can’t help it.”

You smiled pleasantly when Arthur moaned half in frustration and lust, his hips bucking against your hand in a sudden move. He sighed when you squeezed at his shaft, giving it a few more pumps before sliding your hand down to cup at his heavy balls; and at that, Arthur sucked a breath in. You were still to find out just how sensitive he was down there, but so far your careful and gentle prodding had proved fruitful. With a soft murmur of praise, you pecked at his lips, exploring fingers slowly caressing the sensitive skin and drawing out hushed curses and held back moans from him.

“I love you,” you whispered, careful to sound as intoxicatingly sweet as he had before when talking to you, “I love you so much.”

Arthur whimpered, moving his hand down to yours to make you hold onto his straining shaft, the skin of it velvety and the flesh firm under your touch. You hummed a small, “yeah?,” to him, to which he nodded and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was close and desperate. Pumping slowly, you drew the foreskin of his cock back to expose its head, and Arthur hiccupped a sinfully needy gasp; pulling your face to his for a needy kiss.

“I love you,” he managed in between kisses, with surprisingly soft voice despite the breathlessness. You quickened the pace, pumping him more quickly now and Arthur shuddered, pressing his forehead to yours and you could feel his breathing fanning over your face. Arthur shivered, hiccupping out the small aching sounds that he always did when he was able to get loud with you, and you pressed your lips to the high of his cheekbone.

With a sweet murmur, you brushed the sensitive skin of his face with the tip of your nose, in a loving motion, “do you wanna cum for me, darling?”

Arthur cursed, bucking his hips up into your hand and whimpered shortly after, and you noticed it wouldn’t be much longer from now. You made an understanding noise, almost condescending at him, kissing his face before settling for his lips where you nibbled at and pulled. He tensed then, breathing turning ragged and halted, and you pumped him faster, a sweet coo in your voice, “I love you.”

That seemed to be the breaking point for him, and Arthur moaned finally, his cock twitching in your hand as you felt the hot spurts of his cum splashing on your thighs and hip. You teased a few kisses out of him, his whole body and demeanor pliant and sweet for you, as he sighed his pleasure and you slowed down your stroking; not stopping yet to allow him to ride out whatever was left of his orgasm.

He canted his hips to you a few more times, sighing in pleasure at both your soft kisses and touching before stilling completely. You drew out one more spurt of cum from him, letting go of his cock when he hissed at the stimulus.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve ya,” Arthur commented with a small chuckle and you huffed at his comment, snuggling close to him and not minding the still warm cum on your leg.

“Ain’t getting rid of me that soon, lovey,” you whispered to the skin of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the pulse point. You cracked your eyes open slightly, catching the glimpse of greyish morning sunlight, before closing them once more. It wasn’t time to get up just yet. “I love you.”

Arthur hummed something noncommittal, making you smile.

He’d wake you up again in a few hours for breakfast, you knew that, but you wanted to pretend there were no obligations for the both of you. No Camp to look after, no Dutch, no people to look after besides the both of you.

You’d pretend that this small piece of heaven was your reality.      

[teamkaiforever]

I BELIEVE IN YOU

(requested by   @toriar1019 )

word count : 3 884 summary :  Kai fights the siren’s mind control because of his feelings for Reader. * gif by phantom-evil __________________________ A week. That’s how long Y/N and her friends tried everything to open the Vault at the Armoury to get back Kai and Damon. None of them was prepared to find the Vault completely empty , none of them could figure out how they got out. Y/N had thought the anguish she had felt during that time was too much but what came next broke her completely. Three months went by before there was even a hint about what Damon and Kai might be up to. Things only got worse from there. Being separated had always been hard , but this time it was different. Kai wasn’t on some trip for a few days somewhere. There wasn’t a way to find them with a locator spell or anything. It took Y/N and her friends month to track them down and eventually find them at an abandoned slaughter house after a victim was found. Stefan and Y/N had gone there and had tried to get them back the same second they found them , but things hadn’t gone according to plan. Seeing Kai had been enough to put the pieces of her heart together again and shatter it completely right after specially after hearing Kai say ‘I don’t love you and I never have. Go before I rip your throat out.’ Those words echoed in her mind and they cut deeper than any knife ever could , even though she knew he hadn’t meant a syllable. Kai’s eyes had betrayed him , the way he had held onto her hand for a few seconds before pushing her away - he had done it on purpose to get her to leave. Y/N never gave up hope and seeing him only made her more determined to get him back , no matter what she had to do or who she’d have to go through to make it happen. Kai couldnt believe what his life had been turned into the past few months. He had spent years trying to be better and learn to control his blood thirst after he turned , had a girl who loved him enough to risk her own life more than once just to save him and just when he was about to get everything he ever wanted he got himself into this mess. All of this had ruined helping people for him. Worst part of it all was that no matter how much he fought , there was no way out. Kai was stuck with Sybil and his least favourite person on this planet who had tried more than once to kill him. It had been months since Kai had been with Y/N and he had wanted to go back for her so many times but knew if Sybil found out about her , his girl would end up dead or worse. He couldnt let that happen.     “What is he doing?” asked the siren. Damon glanced at him. Kai was sitting not too far away from them with some paper in his hands , reading or more like pretending to read so he doesn’t have to think about the things he had done in order to keep Sybil distracted and keep his girl safe. Y/N – he suppressed a smile , just her name was enough to make him happy but he couldn’t let it show. He closed his eyes and he could see her smile , even hear her voice sometimes.     “Catching up on current events.” said Kai indifferently. “The mysterious disappearances are drawing too much attention. Think you can cut back on red meat a bit ?” Sybil rolled her eyes. “I spent a better part of a thousand years trapped in a Vault. So no , and who are you to tell me what to do ?” Kai sighed. He was getting tired of being an evil minion , finding her 'evil people’ to eat , not to mention how fighting the siren’s mind control was getting harder each day. However he was doing better than Damon , who was flying on full cruise control. His least favourite Salvatore didn’t even remember who Elena was now , thats how much Sybil had messed with his head. Kai would rather die than have his memories of Y/N twisted or replaced with new versions.     “No one , apparently.” he said with a smirk. “I’m going out to grab a snack. Blood bags just dont do it for me as you well know.”     “Fine , but dont go too far.” said the siren. “There is a housewife living in the house next door , bet she is delicious.”     “Thanks for the offer, but I prefer my blood a little younger.” said Kai walking past them. “I’m going to look for a cheerleader at the high school or some confused teen at a bar. Oh or a sorority girl. Who knows what I’d find.” After all those months they were finally close by Mystic Falls. About two weeks ago when he had briefly seen Y/N for the last time , it had been so hard fighting the urge to pull her into his arms , suffocate her with kisses and never let go of her again. The look in her eyes , how they had lit up when she saw him - it was all seared into his mind. In that moment he had felt happy again but then came the look of hurt when he had said all those horrible things to push her away for her own safety. Y/N was stubborn as hell , more determined than ever - it had been his only option to get her to go. Kai had never been more afraid of his feelings for the brave human girl than in this moment. Even after the merge with Luke , he hadnt been that shaken of everything he was feeling. Just the thought of her getting hurt in any way was enough to send him in a really dark place. There was no life for him without her and he was sure if she died , he’d die with her. Sybil kept digging in his mind and he knew at some point she’d uncover Y/N’s existence. There was only one thing left he could do to protect her , as painful as it might be for the both of them. After all this mess was over he’d go and find her , move away with her, start a new. Kai walked into town , knowing her daily routine hoping nothing had changed and she’d still be going to work at the Grill. He stood a few hundred metres away waiting for her and just like always at the exact same time every Tuesday - there she was. More beautiful than ever with a look of determination on her face. A gust of wind blew out of nowhere (or more like Kai manipulated the weather) and she turned towards him. The look on her face changed between shock , surprise , caution , surprise and love – sticking to the last one. Her eyes widened and she ran towards him not even paying attention to traffic or cars or anything or anyone else in general.     “Kai!” said Y/N running directly into his arms. “H-how are you here ? Why are you here?” Kai pulled her towards him , tighter than ever and smiled at her. He could see in her eyes she knows something was wrong with him. Did he really look as broken on the outside as he felt on the inside? he wondered. His hands cupped her face and he kissed her gently for a few seconds. The young heretic couldn’t believe after everything he had said , Y/N had ran towards him like that instead of going the other way , how she hadn’t yelled at him or slapped him or anything.     “I’m sorry Y/N … I should’ve never gone to that Vault.” said Kai softly, his voice filled with sadness and regret. “I am sorry for what I said to you a few days ago too. We had ears on us –”     “I knew you didn’t mean it.” she smiled widely at him , not willing to let go off him or move more than half an inch away. “Whats going on Kai ?” Y/N gazed into his eyes - he looked different - broken , crushed. The way he had pulled her towards him , as if letting go of her would mean his death both scared her and made her happy. Whatever was happening it was probably worse than she had thought.     “I … I literally cannot say.” he sighed. Y/N looked at him with a puzzled expression.”No , I mean it – whenever I try to say out loud whats going on it comes out all giberish.”     “Doesn’t matter , as long as you are here. Come on , lets go home —”     “I cant.” said Kai. “I want to , more than anything but I — cant. You need to leave town. Now.“ he said with a serious look. "Go home , pack up your things and leave. It’s not safe for you here.”     “Leave ?! No. Not without you.” protested Y/N.     “I – the siren keeps digging inside my memories , trying to find what I am holding on to.” said Kai , cupping her face. “There is no way to stop her. Her neck gets snapped and she comes back to life 5 seconds later. If something happens to you -”     “- I’ll die if something happens to you.” she said pressing her lips onto his. Kai pulled her towards him , kissing her as if its the last time he’d ever kiss her.     “For once in your life, do as I say.” he demanded. “Don’t make me compell you to forget all about me.” Y/N took a step away from him. Kai wouldn’t compell her , he wouldn’t go that far. Never. Though this desperate look in his eyes made her feel nervous. She understood he wanted to protect her , like always but he wouldn’t cross that line.     “You wouldn’t…”     “We both know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Even if it means losing you.” Tears had started gathering in her eyelids just thinking how just when she finally got him back , he wants her to go away.  No way. There was another way to get him to go with her , because there is no version of her life without him — and that way was walking towards them in that moment.     “Okay – I’ll leave.” she sighed in defeat. Kai looked at her with a mix of surprise and heartbreak in his eyes clearly not expecting her to give in that easily and dreading losing her again.     “But you are coming with me.” she finished , seeing Stefan behind Kai , holding a vervain syringe. A few moments later Kai dropped unconscious. “Thanks for that Stef.”     “Yeah. Don’t mention it.” replied the Salvatore, holding Kai’s body. “I suggest you two get out of town. Alaric is working on finding out what that instrument is and how it helps us kill the siren. As soon as we figure it out , our lives would go back to normal or as normal as they were before all this.”     “What is normal anyways?” she wondered. With Stefan’s help she got Kai onto the backseat of her car. Y/N put the keys in the ignition and drove off as fast as she could not giving a damn about the speeding limits or red lights or anything. Her eyes kept darting between the road and the review mirror , looking at Kai on the back seat. Everything was fine until they passed old Miller Road and he started to wake up screaming in pain , holding his head in his hands.     “Y/N… stop the car.” he groaned rolling around the backseat.     “No. We — we are leaving. There has to be a way to get you away from her and out of her control.”     “I - I can’t l-leave.” he groaned and reached his hand stopping the car with magic. Y/N hit the gas pedal again , tried the ignition but none of it worked - the car had stopped in the middle of the road. A groan of frustration left her lips. What had the siren did to him ? Kai got out of the car and started walking back into town. Quickly she unbuckled her seat belt and ran after him , catching up in a few metres. Seeing him in pain broke her heart , even more noticing the tears in his eyes. He kept rubbing his forehead , groaning in pain. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders making him look at her.     “Kai , whats happening ? Tell me.”     “I am too far away from her. She is p-pulling me back.” said Kai taking another step towards town. “Get in the car and go before she finds you -”     “You are stronger than this Kai. You can fight it –”     “I’ve been fighting it for months now … ”     “Don’t stop. I will help you. We’ll find a way to break the link , I promise.” Kai laughed under his breath. “You can’t help me Y/N. I know you love me and want to help but - ”     “Well , well , well…” said a young woman with short brown hair and brown eyes , standing a few steps away from them. “I was wondering how you keep resisting my control. Pity this girl didn’t listen when you told her to leave. Damon , if you may –” Damon grabbed Y/N before Kai had had time time to react , holding her in a tight grip ready to snap her neck at a moments notice. Kai tried to get to her but the siren hummed some tune and he stopped in his tracks , visibly struggling to get to his girl.     “Now , Kai.” said the siren taking a step towards the young heretic who was trying hard to fight her influence and move. “If you don’t want anything awful to befall your girlfriend –”     “Fiance.” he corrected quietly.     “– then you are going to do exactly as I say. Both you and Damon are quite resourceful when it comes to picking victims but I think you’ll be a lot more committed when there is nothing holding you back. So , I am giving you a choice.” Y/N watched Kai stare at the ground , refusing to meet the siren’s eyes. His hands were shaking and she knew that look very well. Under any other circumstance at this point , whoever had gotten in his way would have had their throat ripped out or their head would’ve rolled on the ground. It was a look Y/N hadn’t seen in almost 4 years and made her blood freeze. Her fiance was angry , hurt and scared and whenever one of those emotions took over things always ended badly. Y/N didn’t care what would happen to her , but she worried about what the siren wants Kai to do.     “What kind of a choice?” he asked.     “Shut off your humanity and come with me or watch your fiance die.” said the siren , pausing for a moment. “You know what – maybe I will make it more interesting and make you kill her. Imagine this - having to live with the guilt of killing the one person who you love more than anything.”     “Don’t — don’t do this to him.” pleaded Y/N , stepping on Damon’s foot with force in an attempt to get free. The vampire growled in her ear. “Let me go Damon or I swear … I’ll get to that coffin and burn Elena’s body myself.”     “Elena ? Who’s – who’s Elena?” asked Damon. Y/N gulped. If the siren could erase Elena’s existence from Damon’s mind then what could she have done to Kai ? Sybil laughed. “I see why you love her. Maybe if she was a supernatural I would’ve taken her with us. ” she paused for a moment. “I still can , find a way to taint her soul and kill her , making sure she’ll end up in Hell.” she thought out loud with an amused look. “So , what’s it going to be - are you coming with me or does your pretty girl gets to die ?”     “No.” said Kai.     “It’s really not a choice , honey. Turn it off. ”     “No.“ repeated Kai.     “We’ll have to do this the hard way then.” sighed Sybil and grabbed his head , closing her eyes. Kai could feel her digging in his mind , trying to find something else against him. He tried hard not to think about any of the moments he and Y/N had shared so the siren can’t modify them like she did to Damon’s memories of Elena but seeing his girl struggle to get free from the vampire’s grasp pulled one of the memories to the surface of his mind.      "Interesting.“ muttered the siren , slipping into one of his memories. "I have to say - that must be one of your best works. Taking your entire family down with you. It’s one of the reasons Cade wanted you. Now why is this memory so important to you—” Kai stood by the entrance , watching himself walking through the wedding disaster struggling because of the werewolf bite. Bonnie showed up a few moments later but he wasn’t paying attention to that , the other him was dealing with that. He was watching out one of the windows , knowing any moment now he’d see Y/N heading towards the barn. Her dress was covered with blood and her hair was messier than ever. Bonnie flew across the room towards one of the walls and Damon showed up shortly after. Kai sat at the podium , playing with a rose in his hands while talking with the vampire. A few moments later Damon left and Kai saw himself looking around with confusion in his eyes. Then he heard it - the sound of one of Alaric’s compressed air weapons. He turned in the direction of the sound seeing Y/N and then Damon laying on the ground with a piece of wood plunged in his back.     “What ? No 'thank you'for saving your life ?” she said blowing a strand of hair out of her face. Y/N reached for his hand , instead Kai pulled her into his arms for a few seconds. “Lets go before he wakes up.”     “One moment … ” said Kai  , biting his wrist and rushing to Bonnie’s side. “Don’t you ever forget this Bon Bon.You didn’t really think I’d let you die did you ?” Y/N grabbed his hand and both of them run out of the barn. Somehow she was running faster than him and he had a hard time catching up with her. A few moments later he stopped abruptly making her stop too.      "Why would you save me ?“     "Because — you are not this monster. You are good and – I can’t let the person I love die. ”     “What ?” he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.     “I love you Kai. You are my future and you can push me away all you want but even if you don’t let yourself see it or feel in general — ” she said softy , placing her palm on his cheek. “ — I know that you see the same. It’s in your eyes — ” Kai pulled her into his embrace , holding her tighter than ever unable to believe that after all the things he had done , including a few hours ago there was someone still believing in him , carrying about him and loving him.     “I love you too Y/N.” he said smiling resting his forehead on hers.      "Ohhh , I see.“ said Sybil , twisting his memory and replacing Y/N’s face with hers. Kai looked at her with a small smile on his face , tucking in a lock of hair behind her ear.  Sybil smiled at him innocently and leaned in to kiss him.     "Nice try. You are not her and I am not as weak as Damon.” said Kai , snapping her neck in a few moments later. 

Sybil opened her eyes , clenching her jaw. The siren hadn’t expected the young heretic to be that strong. Damon had resisted her but she had been stronger , this was new.     “Well , that was unexpected. Shall we try this again ?”     “You can try all you want Sybil.” said Kai with a smirk. “I’m not Damon and I am not the monster you want me to be. I’m not this person anymore.”     “Ahh that’s right.” said the siren smiling wickedly. “Because you love this fragile human girl and your feelings for her are stronger than your blood lust. Shame , she would’ve looked beautiful in a wedding gown. Damon — how would you feel about a snack?” Damon grinned , purple black veins flashing under his eyes and his fangs sank in Y/N’s neck. The girl screamed , dug her nails in Damon’s hands kicked and tried everything to get free but it was useless. Kai took a step towards them but Sybil hummed another tune forcing him to watch as the life drained from the girl he loved. The only person who ever gave him a real chance even before the merge was dying and he couldn’t even move his finger.     “Let her go.” said Kai. “I’ll — I’ll do what you ask just let her go.”     “Kai , don’t. You are stron-ger than you think. Fight – it.” said Y/N struggling to speak. Kai looked into her eyes , her lips forming four words 'I believe in you’.  He struggled , feeling Sybil trying to sneak into his mind again and get him to let go , but it didn’t matter - all he could hear and see was Y/N. His eyes closed for a moment and he found the strength to flick his wrist snapping Damon’s neck , raising his other hand pulling out Sybil’s heart out of her chest with magic. The moment the siren dropped on the ground his mind cleared and he ran towards his girl , biting his wrist bringing it to her lips.     “Don’t you dare die Y/N.” said Kai smiling nervously. “Not now …. not ever.” Y/N wrapped her fingers around his wrist feeling his warm blood trickle down her throat. A sigh left Kai’s lips and he caressed her face , placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes opened and she pulled herself up unitl he wrapped his strong arms around her.     “You did it.” she smiled widely at him.     “Only because of you. ” he said softly. “Though that wont last for long unless your buddies figure out a way to hold her down. Until then –”     “– get in the car with me and we drive as far and fast away as we can.” she finished with a hopeful expression on her face. Kai smiled widely at her. “Pick a destination , sweetheart.” MASTERLIST - SMUT MASTERLIST - FLUFF

[orsimergoddess]

Kina

Glasha came to Largashbur the year after Jarl Ulfric’s revolt. Pregnant and displaced, she desired safety and home comforts for herself and her unborn child. The priestess Atub looked at the unfamiliar Orsimer woman. As Glasha passed through the gates, all eyes were on her. She approached Atub, knowing her position by looking at her. Glasha got on her knees and prayed aloud to Malacath, showing her devotion to their God. As the prayer came to an end Atub motioned for Glasha to follow into the Longhouse of the Chieftain. 

Quietly and without much commotion coming from the others over the new Woman in the Stronghold, Glasha was placed in Umurn’s care. Umurn was reserved, as is the Osimer custom, but kind towards Glasha. He knew her story was close to his, but the head count so much higher. Glasha’s home was destroyed by Nords from the Eastmarch Hold. Angry at the signing of the White-Gold Concordat, many Mer, High-elf and not lost their lives in the Eastmarch massacre. 

Umurn knew the pain of loss, his first wife taken by the revolt as it spread across Skyrim and her Holds. She was pregnant with their only child, Glasha only a year later came as an answer to Umurn’s pleads to the Malacath. This wold be the last time Malacath would bless the Largashbur and the Mer whom dwell within.

**~~~**

Kina came to be months after Glasha made her way to Largashbur. The infant was smaller than an average Orsimer infant, but she was never weak nor sickly. She sprouted like thistle in the summer, she grew from infant to toddler to a young child.

Still smaller than any of the children born the same season as she. Kina was strong and growing stronger, what she lacked in size she made up for in speed. her long arms were perfect for drawing a bow and fighting in close combat, paired with her lithe figure she made herself into a hard target to hit. 

At 5 Kina could fight as well as any Orsimer child, Umurn could see her warriors spirit and on her Name day, he gifted her a pair of the most delicate looking daggers, made of Orichalchum, the hilts fashioned out of animal bones, the deep green stones were razor sharp on each side. Giddily Kina shows her mother who pretends to disapprove. This was the only time either of them saw Umurn crack a smile. He had become a proud Papa. 

**~~~**

It had started out as a warm Spring day, Kina had spent the morning weaving baskets with her mother, it neared midday when the thunderous shakes came. As if Malacath trembled the earth in anger, it only became louder as the minutes pass. It stopped after a jarring trumpeting came from outside the gates. Mammoths.

Mammoths only brought one thing, Giants. It was at this moment Umurn came out of the hut in search of his wife and child. As he stepped out the guards tower seemed to explode, it was then he saw the largest Giant he’d ever witnessed. Umurn’s face blanched at the sight, he began to run across the Stronghold, frantically hollering for Glasha. He could not lose another love, another child. His screams drew the attention of a second Giant, Umurn was thrown against the cliff face, a smear of crimson remained on the rock. Umurn peeled off the surface like a rag doll he twisted and contorted rolling to the bottom of the hill.

Glasha and Kina ran to hide behind a hut near the cliff face, “Here! Kina, don’t look darling.” Pulling Kina in close to her bosom, “Shut your eyes, don’t open them for anything. No matter what you hear.” Kina obeyed her mother, not understanding what was happening around her.

Trying not to scream as Umurn’s broken body rolled down the rocky hillside. It’s happening again! Glasha’s consciousness screamed. Holding tight to Kina she waited for an opening. A massive leg strode over Glasha, she stared up at the largest Giant she’d set her eyes upon.

The second came from North of the Stronghold, smashing warriors left and right as they tried and failed to defend their home. 

Atub ran from the longhouse along with her family. Screaming to void she said, “MALACATH HAS LEFT US. THIS IS OUR CURSE!”

Glasha watched in terror as the priestess abandoned the Stronghold, running madly into the wilderness with the chieftain and their sons in tow. Glasha turned her attention to her trembling child, she knew in her position, they could not both make it. 

Removing her bow and quiver, Glasha adjusted the quivers strap, putting it down before letting Kina open her eyes. “Listen to me Kina, when I tell you, you must run. Run South, towards Riften.”

Kina shook her head, froen in fear.

“You have to go, I will be right behind you.” Glasha picks up the bow and quiver, adjusting them to fit Kina’s tiny frame. “Take these, do you have the daggers Papa gave you?”

Kina nodded as tears dripped from her chin. “I can’t go Momma. I can’t move.”

Glasha shook her daughter roughly nearly knocking her off her feet. “GO! I will be right behind you, you need to keep running. I will be there right behind you.”

Glasha stood, as she did the movement caught the eyes of a third Giant that came from the west. /rumbling stomps came closer to the spot where Kina was still hidden. Glasha knew it was getting closer without looking, she ran from Kina, screaming for her daughter to run.

Kina ran South, without looking back she continued after the adrenaline wore off until she tripped on a root hidden under the mossy ground, face first into the dirt Kina succumbed to the ehaustion and everything went dark.

**~~~**

Waking up to the dark of night, Kina slowly lifted herself from where she collapsed. She felt sore, weak and hungry. Standing carefully, making sure nothing had broken.

 Hunger drove her step by step that night through the forest. Daylight came soon, sooner after she began to see cobblestones in the dirt. She headed South, like her mother said. Momma will be in Riften. Kina thought to herself, this made her change to a faster pace. After an hour of trekking south Kina spotted the city walls. Her mother never said where to meet in Riften. Kina didn’t care, she bolted towards the gates.

The gates were closed and guarded. Kina was nervous approaching the stocky men in heavy steel armor. Slowly and ringing her hands she got near enough for the guards to take notice.

“Aye, look at this wee beast ‘ere.” the left guard nudged the other who had a flaming beard sticking out from under the helmet. The red bearded guard pretended not to notice the smaller than average Orsimer whelp.

“Just ignore it, they’re like animals you know, cant speak.”

Kina’s temper flared but said nothing. 

Glasha’s voice came clearly, “Pick your battles darling.”

Kina whipped herself around, only to find disappointment in finding no one behind her. Slowly she turned back to the guards that lost interest in her.

“Have you seen my mother?” Kina’s voice sounded foreign. It had been days since she had spoken to anyone. 

The red bearded guard piped up. “Fuck off little pig shit!” Striding towards Kina the guard raised the blunt end of his spear and struck her in the chest, knocking the wind out of the girl. The left guard looked up and spit in Kina’s direction. 

She realied that even if they had seen Glasha, they didn’t care. Picking herself up slowly she turned and started walking down the road. Dragging her feet she turned left, discovering that behind the dirt hill and city wall there was a home, Tucked behind a stable, holding two of the largest horses Kina had ever seen. 

Kina had seen horses before, but never up close as the Strongholds had no use for the beasts. Slowly she made her way across the yard towards the great dappled horses.

From the small courtyard in front of the house, a large silver haired man eyed the curious girl. He had been resting in the shade before returning to his duties. Curious to see what the girl would do, he stayed put to observe.

Kina had reached the first stable opening, the horse residing within turned it’s head to look at the strange biped approaching. The animal turned to face the girl, lowering it’s head to smell her.

Kina giggled in delight at the curious horse nuling her. Unfortunately she had no food for treats, as her stomach grumbled she was reminded she had none for herself. Patting the large horse Kina went into the stall, hoping perhaps some carrots or an apple had been dropped from the beasts feeding bin.

This bold move made the man in the shade nervous, afraid the child may be harmed by accident. Leaping to his feet he strode across the yard as quickly he could without startling the horses. “Hey, hey wait!” he shouted as he made it to the stables before Kina ventured further.

Frightened by the large man approaching Kina leaped through the open wall and sprinted down the road. By the time she stopped she was far from the stables and the large man was no where to be seen.

Ahead of her by a few yards was a farm, Kina stared at the water trough. Remembering her thirst Kina made a mad dash for it, falling to her knees in front of the dirty trough. She drank deeply not caring that the water was musty, grass and cud floating on the surface. 

A Dunmer man and woman watched this girl run across their farm yard to gulp down the water left for the livestock. The woman looked at the man, signaling for him to stay back a bit as they came closer.

The woman cleared her throat, “are you alright dear?” she asked quietly as to not startle Kina.

Kina quickly came to her feet and she turned to face the couple standing in front of her. Her breath quickened and she froe like a rabbit about to be caught by a hawk.

In an attempt to assure the frightened girl, the woman went to kneel to look Kina in the eyes. “Where are you parents little one?” she asked with concern.

Looking down, Kina shuffled her feet. Quietly she replied to the womans question. “Dead.” Looking the woman in the eye as she said it.

The man put a hand on his wife’s shoulder, speaking up. “Well, we have room as long as you are willing to work.” He looked back down at his wife, who looked back with a small smile.

“Yes, would you like that?” Pulling a Honey candy from her pocket, she offered it to Kina. “I am Sadyn, this is my husband Dravin. This is our farm, Merryfair.” 

Kina took the candy from Sadyn and held it, afraid if she ate it the day dream would end. Nodding, Kina took Sadyn’s outreached hand and followed her into the house.