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mikathemonster · 1 year

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“under my skin”

author’s note: okay, SO. y’all seem to be eating these fics up ravenously, so here I am to supply food to the starving wolves. eat up, baby! I'm so nervous since this is my longest fic yet, but here’s some fun and sexy (slight) enemies to lovers smut to spice up the fluff I've been writing lately. don’t say I never did anything for you guys. happy holidays, happy new year, and happy reading :)

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-neutral Human Reader

Word Count: 14,873

summary: forced to be allies for the sake of preventing war, kíli could do nothing but find his way under your skin...

content warnings: Post BOTFA, Everyone Lives! AU, Enemies to lovers, minor injuries (but ouch man they hurt), a poorly written fight scene (im so sorry in advance), possible OOC Dwalin (let me know what y’all think), blood, mentions of violence (it’s LOTR, y’all), smut, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), praise, cursing

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No matter the obstacle in your harrowing journey, the reward was all you needed to quickly motivate yourself again. What journey, you ask? Why, it was an adventure of great status and power. Commissioned by the King Under the Mountain himself, you (along with a hand-picked team of established dwarves and men) were tasked with hunting down and tracking a rather grisly enemy: Aevar Godfred. Once a man known for his high position among the ranks of Gondor, he was now an exiled thief on the run. His latest snatching had been of three precious jewels of Erebor. Now, these jewels weren’t nearly as precious as the Arkenstone, but they were still regal enough, crafted by Thorin himself to symbolize the current royal line of Durin. One for the king: an emerald that glowed with a radiant green shimmer. One for the crown prince: a ruby that flickered like the flames of the forges. And the last one for the youngest prince: a sapphire that reflected light just like the vast seas.

Aevar, under the cover of night and the kingdom’s banquet of Durin’s Day, had snuck into Erebor and stolen the Royal Jewels, his slippery self escaping into the night only to finally be noticed the next morning by guards when it was found that the jewels had left the treasury. An issued warning had been sent to Gondor, but after being informed that Aevar himself had been exiled, Thorin had decided to settle matters by his own means. A simple capture mission, one that Thorin was hoping would end with a blade to the thief’s slimy neck once he was returned to Gondor.

You remembered Thorin’s words the day this journey had been pushed onto you as clear as ever. It was night, and the torches had cast a glowing aura about the king as he sat upon his stone-carved throne. You, along with two other dwarves known as Dwalin and Kíli and another man named Sigfred, kneeled before the throne as Thorin’s gruff and commanding voice filled the bedrock walls.

“It is upon you that I delegate this mission,” he said. “Two weeks past, a sniveling thief fell under our noses and stole precious jewels of the kingdom. Jewels that belong to royalty.” His expression was proud and bright, but his voice held a dark tone that conveyed his authority with a scary countenance. “Word spread to Gondor, but it now comes to our own hands to deal with this sniveling coward. Under the guidance of Balin, I have assembled you four to carry out this mission. Word has come to us that the thief has been spotted south of Mirkwood. I suspect he may be running to Rohan or the Wilderland for shelter. You are to find him, hunt him if you must, but return him alive and restore the jewels. I promise you will all be handsomely rewarded upon your successful return.”

You all raised your heads to look upon the king, who now stood proudly above you all with a daunting presence. “To aid us in our mission, Gondor has sent Y/N.” With a raised hand in your direction, the king introduced you to your group, and you stood tall. “They are our insurance, and are in charge of keeping you all to our word that no harm comes to Aevar Godfred.”

You nodded in agreement, bowing. “While he is your enemy, I can assure you that we plan to deal with him swiftly. We exiled him in the hopes that he would rot away. Now, we plan to imprison him for the rest of his days so he can torment no longer.”

“That should’ve been your first decision,” one of the dwarves piped up, and you turned to meet his glare. Two fierce brown eyes met yours, their deep color matching the fiery attitude as the younger dwarf of your troop.

“Kíli, hold your tongue.” Dwalin warned, his own steely eyes now turned to the young prince.

“I’m sorry Uncle, but I cannot. I will not,” the young dwarf said, who you now knew to be Erebor’s Prince Kíli. And what an ignorant prince he seemed to be. “Why does Gondor wish to keep their thief after banishing him to be our problem? Why now do they intend to dispose of him?” The young dwarf stood now, palms open to Thorin in a silent plea of an explanation.

“To avoid battle.” You interrupted, growing impatient with him so soon after meeting him. He looked to you confused, before returning his quizzical glance to his uncle, who merely nodded.

“It was agreed that Aevar Godfred would be returned to Gondor as an insurance of no ill will between our kingdoms.” His voice was softer now as he approached his nephew, offering an apologetic hand on his shoulder. Carefully, he leaned into his shoulder, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We cannot afford to wage any kind of disagreement with Gondor over this man, nor can we afford his burglary to go unpunished. This is the only way to assure both.”

Though you couldn’t hear the words Thorin had whispered to Kíli, you figured you already knew based on Kíli’s reaction, his eyes widening and his jaw setting tightly. His tongue had left him, only responding with a small nod of acknowledgement before Thorin pulled away, casting a glance to you before returning to his throne.

“As I said before, Y/N will be your aid and your warden. I trust you all to behave.” Now back to his regular gruff self, he cleared his throat. “Offering his services to us freely, Sigfred here will serve as your guide. His knowledge of the Wilderland is vast, and I pray it will serve you well on this journey.”

Sigfred too now rose, a silent nod from the ginormous auburn-haired man, whose mustache twitched as his gaze pierced through you. You had heard tales of a wandering ranger from the Wilderland, their rumors passing off as myth as it was hard to survive without aid in those lands. After all, nothing came from the Wilderlands save for wild beasts of enormous strength. But here he stood, six feet and four inches tall, with hair covering his chest and arms as shown through his tunic.

“As for warriors, Erebor supplies the journey with Dwalin and Kíli.” Thorin finished his introductions, his hands offering the two dwarves, of which only Dwalin was left kneeling. But that didn’t last long as he finally stood, arms crossed.

“For the journey, I offer my axes,” he grumbled. His voice was deep and gruff, and scars littered his arms, reminiscent of battles long ago.

“And I my sword and bow,” spoke Kíli, who now seemed to know how to bite his tongue.

“It is done, then.” Thorin said with a nod. “By first light, you all shall begin your journey. Rest now, and be swift.” And with a single hand he dismissed you all, leaving you to return to your lodgings within the mountain halls. But as you left, you felt Kíli’s gaze bore stubborn holes into the back of your skull.

That was three weeks ago. It was the money that kept you here, you had to remind yourself. Nothing else but the bounty of gold promised to you by the King Under the Mountain himself, Thorin Oakenshield. Nothing else, despite the fact that you were already beginning to feel your patience wearing thin. In just three short weeks, the young prince of Erebor had been nothing but insufferable and unprofessional. Constantly up to pranks at the expense of you and your sanity (he had attempted to jest with Sigfred, but it seemed the poor dwarf prince was intimidated by the silent man who stood almost two feet taller than he), he was driving you up a wall. The few times Dwalin had put him in check were the only moments that brought you relief these days. That, and the quiet nights you all slept in the shadows. It seemed the only good thing Kíli provided was his skill with a bow and scouting. Though, a part of you was also entertained by his stories, which he told often to Sigfred whenever he could. Though intimidated, it seemed the young dwarf was also awestruck by the tall ranger. It was only when he told such stories of dragons and elves that you found yourself fully listening to him.

But as more days passed, he seemed to be getting bolder. To begin the next week, he had decided to swipe your clothes while you were caught unawares, hiding them while you were bathing nearby! You were lucky it was Sigfred and not Dwalin who found you panicking naked about the springs, pushing your embarrassment down knowing for a fact that the quiet man wouldn’t tell a soul. You were lucky he had helped by finding and bringing you your clothes (lest you be caught meandering naked just outside of Mirkwood) but still, a part of your dignity had evaporated that day. You could feel yourself being pushed to the brink by his antics, and weren’t sure just how much you could take it.

A few more days passed, and finally you had a lead on Aevar Godfred. You had caught wind of a strange man shirking about past the Brown Lands, headed west towards Fangorn. You thought that he was possibly trying to run to Rohan in hopes of sanctuary, as Thorin had theorized all those weeks ago. Mind set on tracking him, you followed Sigfred as he led the way, his fast legs leaving you and the other two dwarves quite winded by the time you set up camp the next night. Quickly, you all settled under the shelter of wooden ruins that must have been a stable at one point. Dwalin was quick to get the fire going, sending out Kíli to go hunting for tonight’s dinner. Sigfred, who was a vegetarian, was put on watch.

With a tired demeanor, you sunk to the ground, sitting near Dwalin at the fire. For now, while Kíli was away, you could relax. A sigh escaped your lips, and you tried to stretch your back, thoughts eating away at the back of your mind. “I worry about our journey ahead,” you said. Dwalin responded with nothing, but the glint in his eyes told you he was listening. “I’ve heard rumors about Fangorn Forest, and it’s not one to lose yourself in.” You straightened your back, leaning closer to Dwalin, your voice now a whisper. “They say the trees there are different, they’re not normal. They… they can speak to each other. Whisper, mumble, and moan. And sometimes, they say they can even walk.”

“And does someone of your status believe these tales?” Dwalin mused, and you could hear a slight mocking lilt to his voice, though you took care not to address it. He didn’t seem spooked by your words, not in the slightest. “Why lead us there then?”

“I hope to go around,” you replied. “But if Sigfred finds more tracks, we may have no choice but to venture into those woods.” You leaned back, laying on your back now among the grass and twigs. “I’m beginning to worry about how long this is taking. Surely Erebor wouldn’t claim war over something small like this.” You had muttered the last part to yourself, but Dwalin’s keen ears had caught it.

“Thorin would not choose war so easily, not since the days of the dragon,” he said. “But I say murder lies on his mind often with the likes of thieves.”

You nodded, listening. It made more sense to think of it like that, and it started to make you wonder if the council of Gondor had sent you here as “aid” merely to appease the stubborn dwarves. A milk run of sorts. A small errand to busy the minds of children. You groaned at the thought, not too pleased with the idea of possibly being a scapegoat for something as small as this.

The sound of returning footsteps stirred your thoughts, and you were quick to stand back onto your feet. You knew it was Kíli, and if Kíli was returning so soon, you had no doubt that his antics would as well. You weren’t in the mood to deal with him, especially now with all these doubts swimming in your head. You needed to clear your mind, and so you walked away from the fire and into the night. Not too far, mind you, but far enough to feel alone with the crickets and the stars. They were shining brightly tonight, and you wondered what it would be like to touch one as you sat back in the grass. You wondered what it would be like to fly up, up, up into the sky and sit on a cloud, far away from dwarven princes and thieves and political feuds.

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed before you had finally decided you should return, standing up and dusting yourself off before a soft voice cut through your thoughts.

“Are you not going to eat?” The voice startled you, coming from right behind you and causing you to trip and fall backwards on top of the poor person. Well, maybe they didn’t deserve that much pity, as you quickly realized it was Kíli who had startled you.

“Gods, make yourself known next time!” You grumbled, annoyed, and you brought your fist to his chest in spite. But after a quick wince of pain, all he did was smile, and suddenly you realized how close you two were, with you still on top of him.

“My, my. Falling for me already?” He beamed, coughing out a pained chuckle with his cheeky grin catching you off guard as you hurriedly sat up and away from him, trying your best to regain your composure.

“Don’t get it twisted,” you said. “If I spend one more minute this close to you, I think I’ll go insane.”

He too started to rise, propping himself up on his elbows. “I think we finally agree, but don’t go making empty promises.” He chuckled, and you could have sworn he even winked. The gall! The nerve! Gods! Your cheeks heated up in anger and embarrassment at his words.

“The only promise I’ll give is my hands around your throat if you don’t stop.” You warned, finally finding the courage to stand.

He sighed wistfully, getting himself back up. “I’ll warn you; don’t go making promises you can’t keep, now. You’d be surprised to find I might like that.”

Your eyes widened, and your ears and cheeks flushed again. You were so unbelievably caught off guard by his flirtatious comments that you couldn't even remember why he had come to retrieve you in the first place. Now he was beginning to push his luck. “Will you stop these jokes, already?”

“Jokes? I can assure you that I’m definitely into-”

“No, stop! Stop it! I’m done!” You said, frustrated. “For two months now we’ve been at this, and for two months now you’ve made a complete fool of me! I can’t take these pranks of yours anymore, I refuse! Hiding my weapons was mildly annoying, painting my face in my sleep was immature, and don’t even get me started on hiding my clothes while I’m bathing! Is nothing sacred to you?”

His eyes widened, surprised by your outburst. A heavy silence fell as he studied your face carefully. He took a step closer, his eyes holding some sort of apologetic worry that seemed so foreign to you now compared to his usual grins. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” His words were honest, and his voice had softened. “It was all in good fun, I meant no ill will.”

“Good fun?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I was left to wander around naked because of you!”

“A sight I wish I could’ve seen,” he coughed to himself. “But really, I meant nothing by it. Despite how lovely it is to see you flustered, I don’t wish to make an enemy of you.” He spoke truthfully, though hidden was another truth you couldn’t fully discern. Offering a hand, he looked into your eyes with his own deep brown ones that shone in the starlight. “A truce. I promise to leave you alone for the rest of the journey, I swear.”

You were suddenly finding yourself taken aback by how quickly his mood had shifted from playful to serious. Before the journey had even started, he had been glaring daggers into your backside. What could have possibly made him change his mind in these last two months? Even his pranks had gone from tormenting the group as a whole to being more targeted towards you as of late. What was in his mind to focus so much attention on driving you insane? But his expression was earnest, and it suddenly made you second-guess yourself, now embarrassed that you had made such a big deal of it all. “No, you… You don’t have to do all that.” You sighed, swallowing your pride for the first time with him. “I just… If we are to continue being allies, then I can’t keep being some little game for you to entertain yourself with. I deserve some respect.”

He nodded, understanding now that his attempts of flirting with you had come off as harassment, and was feeling deeply ashamed. “You deserve so much more than that,” he said, retracting his hand. His voice had said those words so softly, like a feather caught in a breeze. And just as quickly as silence fell again, he was quick to do a silly little bow to you.

“From now on, I’m at your service,” he smiled. “Allow me to extend my services for your forgiveness, if you’ll allow it.”

You swallowed, not sure of what to make of his gesture. Perhaps he was simply joking again, but perhaps he wasn’t. And perhaps you were willing to risk those odds, for some reason. You stood for half a second before sighing. Your mind was made up. “Alright,” you spoke. “But one more chance. That’s all you’re getting, so you better not disappoint me.”

Relieved you accepted him for now, he beamed, and in the same breath realized just how much he was beginning to fall for you.

Finally, you were hot on Aevar’s trail. Two and a half months into your journey, with which Kíli had thus been true to his word, and you had found it. Hidden just in front of the forest’s entrance, in a now-abandoned shack along the main road, you had spotted a campfire. And not just any campfire, but the likes of which belonged to Aevar Godfred. You knew him well based on his face, for he had been born with a scar along his cheek that was hard to miss through the windows of the shack, and even harder to forget. Behind trees, you kept hidden, retreating back to tell the others of your good fortune. Finally, this would all be over soon. Or at least half of the journey would be.

It seemed the only one who had been excited by the news was Kíli, his eyes shining brightly and eager to get to work when you had told the group of your findings. Dwalin himself had also shown relief, though from all his years he knew better than to celebrate early. Sigfred, for once, showcased a small smile, though concern still laced his brow. Now, all that needed to happen was the forming of a plan. After quick deliberation, it was settled; you’d all wait him out and sack him in his sleep.

Hours passed by until the fire’s light was seen dying, and further scouting from Kíli proved useful as ever. Aevar Godfred, the scourge of both Gondor and Erebor, was finally asleep.

With careful steps and baited breath, you all surrounded him, wary of waking him. It had been decided that the “sacking” would go along in this fashion: Kíli, with a drawn bow and keen eye, would keep his sights drawn on Aevar in the event that he tried something nasty upon waking. Dwalin, armed with his sheer muscle, would guard the door of the building. Sigfred stood guard outside, for he was the last resort if Aevar tried to make a break for it. And as for you, you carefully made your way to Aevar’s sleeping figure, maneuvering his weapons away from his sleeping body until you were ready for the next step.

Quickly, you gave a glance to Dwalin, who nodded to let you know that he was ready any time. Turning your glance, you now looked at Kíli, who looked quite intimidating now that his weapon was drawn. He gave you a knowing look, slowly nodding, and you knew it was time. You drew a breath, unsheathed your dagger, and pounced.

You awoke the thief with a start, your blade drawn to his neck as you straddled his body, digging your knees into his wrists to prevent him from moving. His head whipped wildly about, assessing the situation, before his head made contact with yours, and hard. Your grip faltered for a moment, and Aevar took his chance. Springing up, he swung his legs at Kíli, missing the dwarf’s fired arrow just barely, though it cut his cheek. Down Kíli tumbled, and down Aevar flew to swipe at his weapons, but not before you threw your dagger as a quick-ditch method. It managed to pierce him in his backside, and the traitor let out a great howl of pain, dropping to his knees but still desperately scurrying to try and retrieve some sort of weapon.

“Dwalin, now!” You commanded, holding your head in your right hand. You wondered if it would bruise, but found yourself more annoyed that Godfred had gotten you with such child’s play. Kíli himself was also finding himself annoyed, not having missed a target in a long while. He would later blame it on the cramped space, but that was no matter for now.

Dwalin was swift as he was scary, kicking Aevar down onto his stomach and holding him there with his foot before binding his hands behind his back, all the while with the cowardly man howling and moaning. With one swift hit, Dwalin knocked the man out, and his body thumped on the broken wooden floors.

“Dwalin! We need him alive!” You said, worried.

“Alive,” he repeated. “And I’d rather think quietly, too.”

You groaned, not wanting to bicker. The important part was that you got him. You had ensnared your prey, and despite the annoyance you were thanking the stars that it had been so easy. Stumbling onto your hands and knees, you issued another order.

“Kíli, find the jewels. Quick.” You said, and Kíli wasted no time in searching, tearing apart Aevar’s things one by one. But he was starting to get frustrated, with each bag and nook and cranny turning up empty.

“They’re not here.. They’re not here!” He looked at you with exasperation, and you finally stood up, dumbfounded.

“Look again, Kíli,” Dwalin commanded. “Find them now.”

Both of you now searched, hands tearing the place apart together until just under the floorboards, you saw something shine from the moonlight trickling in the window. Quickly, you got on all fours, prying the floor open only to cut yourself on a sharp nail. You winced, a few curses expelling themselves from your lips as you stumbled back, catching yourself with your elbow. Kíli was quick to notice, casting a worried look to your current state before finishing what you had started. He pried open the floor, and there they were. Tucked and wrapped in a loose scarf sat the jewels, the sapphire peeking out in the moonlight. It was the sapphire that you had seen.

“We found them!” He called out, a laugh of relief escaping him as he raised them in his hand to show Dwalin and Sigfred, who had finally come in after realizing all had went well so far.

You smiled in relief, but quickly found yourself focusing back on your hand, which now felt as though it were burning and going numb at the same time. Though it was bleeding a lot, as being a long cut that ran from your middle finger to the base of your thumb, you were lucky it seemed to have only cut skin and not tissue. But still, it was deep, creating a thin gash on your hand. This plus your combined headache was making it harder for you to stay present in the moment. Your head pounded still from the impact, and you partially wondered if you were having a concussion. You ripped off some fabric from your tunic, quickly wrapping your hand for now, though you knew it would have to be treated sooner than later. But now, there was still work to do.

Just one hour later, you had all set up inside the abandoned shack. Quickly, everyone had gotten to work. Sigfred had been put on watch after tying and binding Aevar up to one of the shack’s foundational beams tight enough that you almost pitied him. Keyword: almost. Dwalin had rekindled the dying fire just in time for rain to begin falling, with droplets peppering in through the broken patches of the thatch roofing. Kíli had raided the rest of Aevar’s belongings to supply everyone with decent enough rations, and you… You hadn’t been much help, not that you could help it. You leaned against the wall of the ruined building, wincing at any slight movement in your right hand due to the placement of the cut. A part of you silently wished it had been your non dominant hand; at least then, you’d still be some sort of useful.

Taking a seat by your side, Kíli put both of your rations on the ground before leaning closer, his brows furrowed and laced with concern. “Let me see,” he said, awfully close. And reluctantly, you offered him your hand. You had half the mind not to just because of how much he seemed to get on your nerves, or how much you wanted to seem strong despite the burning feeling, but you were worried too much about it being infected to be in any position above him right now.

His thicker fingers delicately unwrapped the tunic scraps off of the cut, soaked in blood that now looked dark from the amount you had bled. His jaw set tightly after getting a good look at it, and he drew a skin from his bag. “We need to clean it,” he said. He opened the skin with his teeth, pouring a liquid on your wound that you quickly realized from the smell and awful sting alone was liquor, quite possibly ale. You hissed, tensing everywhere as your head fell back against the wall in pain. It ebbed in your hand, a burning and stinging sensation that made you want to chop the whole hand off and be done with it. You bit your lip hard, groaning in pain. You had tried jerking your hand back to you, but Kíli’s once delicate hold now gripped your wrist tightly to make sure he didn’t miss any spots.

“It has to be cleaned,” he explained, though you already knew that quite well. “You’re doing well, it’s alright.” His reassuring words startling you as you quickly met his gaze, a sense of uncertainty in your eyes. Perhaps he pitied you right now, you thought to yourself. He was being too nice, and you didn’t know how to respond to it. It seemed like another prank, another ruse. You broke the eye contact held between you, your pride getting the best of you as you only nodded. Eventually, the pain dulled down, and Kíli’s grip loosened, setting your hand down to retrieve some fresh gauze to wrap your wound.

“It’s not too deep,” he said. “But you won’t be able to make much use out of your hand for now.” You turned back to him, refusing to take your eyes away from him now as he wrapped you up. No, it wasn’t refusal, now that you thought about it. You simply couldn’t look away. You had become all too interested in the concentrated gaze he held, his hair falling in the front of his face. Without a thought behind it, you raised your other hand to his face, tucking away the loose hair behind his ear. He tensed at the contact, quick to look at you all wide-eyed like a deer caught at night. You couldn’t read his face, and soon realized just what you had done. Coming back to your senses, you cleared your throat, sitting up straighter.

“It is… Um, is it finished?” You asked. Kíli took a second longer to bring himself back, before he too cleared his throat.

“Yes, yes,” he said. “But be careful. Here.” His hands left your own, and you found yourself being disappointed by it, though you didn’t understand why. He handed you your food for the night, and you softly thanked him, being careful with your injury as you ate.

“He’ll be waking up soon,” Dwalin grunted, and you were reminded that you had an audience this whole time. “What’s the plan from here?”

“Gondor isn’t too far from here,” you spoke carefully, envisioning the route home in your mind. “But the jewels and prisoner must be returned to Erebor.”

“And so they shall,” Kíli nodded, now seated next to Dwalin, leaving his spot beside you. Again, disappointment crept into your mind from the gesture, but you still didn’t understand why you felt such a way.

“Aye, they will.” Dwalin agreed. “But traveling with a sniveling thief won’t be easy. I doubt he’ll be more than willing to come along, and I don’t want more dead weight for the journey back home.” He grunted disapprovingly, not liking the idea of traveling with Aevar. Not that you blamed him, though.

“As much as it doesn’t sound appealing, it’s what your king wanted us to do.” You said. “Gondor, if they even still want him, will want him from your kingdom more than my own hands.”

Kíli quirked an eyebrow in confusion, looking at Dwalin and then you. “What do you mean by ‘if’ they still want him?”

You sighed, finishing your meal quickly. “My orders were more vague than I told you; I’m not entirely sure what will happen to him once he’s brought to Minas Tirith. But regardless, we should follow along as we have. We should leave early tomorrow and make use of the light. I’ll take first watch.”

Kíli was still curious of your orders, but decided against discussing further. It was late, and everyone was tired from the journey. Sigfred let out a small sigh of relief after being relieved from his duty, and soon everyone was preparing for the night to sleep.

Night crept on, much like the thunderstorm that raged overhead, and you had been at watch for a few hours now, with everyone sleeping at the other end of the shack. You too had begun to start feeling tired, but the thunder clapping flooded your ears and kept you awake. It seems it managed to stir others at times too, for soon Aevar awoke, tied down and gagged. You rolled your eyes at the sight as he began groaning and sputtering muffled curses at you through the fabric stuffed in his mouth, quite enraged to be in his current state.

“Silence,” you ordered, keeping your voice low. “You have no one but yourself to blame. We’re taking you back to Erebor, where your punishment awaits.”

But Aevar was a fool, and a stubborn one at that. Managing to spit out the gag to your surprise, he then spat venom at you. “Do what you will, but as soon as you fall asleep I’ll unbind myself, slit your disgusting throats and be off with what’s mine. I stole them once and I’ll do it again.”

“Oh, don’t make me laugh,” you scoffed, glaring at him. “Give it up; you have no power here, nor anywhere else for that matter.” Your words were fueled by your distaste for his pitiful arrogance. “Did you really think you were so smart? So clever? You stole something when nobody was watching, and now act as if you’ve hung the stars themselves. Get a hold of yourself, Aevar. You’re nothing but a worthless cheat.”

“So says you, who bends every which way for the sake of a man you call King.” He said. “And I’m the one without worth? If I’m but dirt, then what does that make you?”

You didn’t answer at first, but your expression became stony as your free hand held the hilt of your dagger tightly. “It’ll make you nothing but a distant memory by the time we arrive in Erebor. Now be quiet if you know what’s good for you. It would be wise for you to keep your tongue once you’re there, unless you’d like for me to cut it out?”

“You don’t scare me,” he hissed. “You’re just a slave to your government. A pawn to your politics. And a whore to your-”

Quickly, you decided you had had enough of his mad ramblings, grasping the blade of your dagger to strike him in the head with its hilt, knocking him unconscious once more and right in tandem with an awful clapping of powerful thunder. He made another slimy grunt before going out cold, and upon seeing the slight cut on your hand from your grip, you dropped the blade, watching it clatter to the floor. You were lucky this cut was lighter than the one on your dominant hand, and even luckier that your dagger was dull. Only a few drops of blood escaped before you wrapped your other hand as best as you could, relieved that you could still use it despite your rashness leading you to now have two cut hands.

But you hadn’t been quiet enough, it seemed. From hearing the clatter, Kíli awoke, his eyes squinting in the dark to find you standing over Aevar’s body, which had sunk back into his original position. He stood up, making his way behind you as he peered over at the thief, who now lay unconscious. His gaze shifted between the dagger on the floor and the thief tied up. “What happened?”

“He woke up, just like Dwalin said,” you spoke plainly. “So I put him back to sleep.” Now starting to ebb away from your dark thoughts, you turned to look at the dwarf. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he lied, his voice soft. “The thunder. It’s just loud tonight.”

You nodded, sitting back down against the wall like you had done earlier. “I see. It’ll probably continue on until the morning, too.”

Concern laced his brow as he studied your face, kneeling now in front of you. “Y/N…” Your name sounded so delicate on his tongue. “Is… Is everything alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said. “He just… He got under my skin, that's all.”

Now Kíli nodded, and repositioned himself to sit next to you. “I see.” A small pause as he attempted to cheer you up. “And here I was, thinking that was my job.”

You gave a weak chuckle, smiling softly as your head leaned back, hitting the wall. A comfortable silence fell over you two, or as silent as you could get with the commotion going on outside. “Listen, Kíli,” you whispered.

“Yes?” He looked at you, his eyes shining like stars in the dark sky. You didn’t understand why you thought of them like that, but you did.

“About earlier. I wanted to thank you for patching me up. I should’ve said it earlier but I let my pride get in the way. I’m sorry.” You spoke earnestly, wanting to wipe the guilt out of your memory by setting the record straight. “You’ve been true to your word since our last conversation, and here I am still finding myself not trusting you. It’s unfair. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, letting out a breathy laugh. “I’m nothing but trouble in your eyes, you have every right to keep looking over your shoulder. I’m just glad you didn’t suffer anything worse.”

You sighed, nodding with a hum of acknowledgment, but his words seemed to bite you on the inside. Another pause came, followed by your voice. “You’re not.. You’re not trouble.” You spoke carefully, not even entirely sure where you were going with this yourself. “I’m just not used to such antics, least of all from a prince.” He chuckled at this.

“Sometimes,” you looked away, not being able to look at him while you admitted the next bit. “I suppose sometimes, they could even be considered funny.”

You kept your gaze away, but saw in your peripheral that Kíli seemed shocked by your words. “Funny? Oh Mahal, how hard did he hit your head?”

You whipped your head back around at the accusation, finding it already annoying that it had taken so much pride to give the dwarf a compliment. “Oh please! If he had hit me any harder I may have said I was in love with you,” you said sarcastically, but it seemed that Kíli didn’t find it as funny. Or not at first, at least, as a gruff chuckle left him a bit delayed.

“Ah, I see.” He said. “Well, it’s good to see you’re not hurt in the head, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to insult me nearly as easily.” He gave a cheeky grin and you rolled your eyes, shrugging off his teasing. “I like seeing this side of you, Y/N.”

“What, injured?” You raised your wrapped hands, confused by his statement.

“Open,” he said, and continued to elaborate at the sight of your raised eyebrow. “When we first met, you were so cold and kept mostly to yourself. I’m glad the journey has brought us closer.”

“And when we first met, I could say the same of you,” you retorted. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your glares and sneers when I left each room.” Kíli shrunk a little at this, finding himself embarrassed.

“I was…” He explained. “I was rather rash in my thoughts, I’d say. But I know better now. I think I know you a little better now, too.” You scoffed at this, rolling your eyes.

“Oh really? And what have you found out, you little spy?” You taunted, raising a brow.

“That you’re just as strong as you are stubborn.” He began. “That no matter what happens, you always seem to be able to motivate yourself and get back up again. And that you take your job seriously. So seriously that you never seem to have time for a joke or a laugh. But when you do laugh, your eyes crinkle up like paper. It makes me wish to see your laugh more often.” He looked over at you, meeting your eyes now. Your face was flushed from hearing such words, but you couldn’t bring yourself to escape his stare. No, you found yourself lost in it. Two swirling pools of a deep brown that seemed to drown you. So deep, in fact, that you feared if you dove in, you might never come up for air. You found yourself speechless, not sure of what to say or how to continue such a conversation. Kíli continued it for you.

“You also have quite a temper,” he laughed. “You get wrinkles on your forehead, especially when you’re cross with me. And your fist stings just as hard as your glares. It reminds me sometimes of my mother; it seems you both think I’m reckless.”

Finally, your words returned to you as you cleared your throat to find them. “Well she’s right, you know,” you said. “You are reckless. A complete idiot driven by impulse. But you’re smart, nonetheless.” You sighed, pushing your pride aside for just a moment, long enough to admit your favorite things about him. “You’re incredibly skilled with a bow, I’d say you even rival elvish warriors.”

“You think so?” He asked, smiling. You nodded.

“But your strategies need more work. You’re smart with a blade, and you’re incredibly determined, but you’re still impulsive. You don’t look out for yourself enough.” You tried your best not to scold him, but still found yourself frustrated at the facts. “You try your best to look out for everyone else in the group, but do nothing for yourself. It’s exhausting. If you continue to do so, you’re only going to get yourself hurt.” You wanted to say more, but bit your tongue, lest you admit a tiny part of yourself cared about him.

“So the immovable Y/N truly does worry about me,” he teased, but his face dulled at the thought. “But you’re right. At least, that’s what I’ve been told many times by many people. I let my emotions get the best of me, it seems.”

You felt bad for chiding him, shifting yourself to face him more as you sighed. “It’s not entirely a bad thing, you know.” He looked back up at you, curious for you to say more. “Emotions are good, it means you have a heart, and that’s very rare to find these days in times of war. You have the heart of a warrior, Kíli.” His smile returned at your words, and he found himself falling deeper into your eyes this time.

“You know,” he spoke, his voice soft. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a soft spot for me.” You flushed again, your eyes going wide. “Either that, or you’ve gone delirious with infection. I think it’s poisoning your mind!” Your breath of relief (that you weren’t even aware you had let out) left him laughing at your disposition.

“Well if that were the case,” you grumbled. “It would be from your own lack of medical expertise.” Kíli smiled, rolling his own eyes, and you were beginning to find yourself very tired from the night, your eyelids growing heavy and your yawns coming in more frequently. The thunder outside now seemed so distant in your sleepy mind. How long had it been? Four, five hours? You stretched your exhausted body, trying to find comfort against the wall.

“I can take over,” he spoke, stirring you from your thoughts. “I don’t mind. You need the rest, anyways.” You shook your head no, stubborn as you were.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“You’re tired,” he said. “Just rest. I’m quite awake now, don’t worry. I can stand watch.”

You sighed, not wanting to bicker. “Fine, but only for an hour. Not a moment longer, wake me up once it’s over.” You groaned, resting your head against the wall to sleep, not bothering to move from your spot, still intent on watching later as you shut your eyes.

Kíli huffed at your stubbornness. “Y/N, here.” You felt his hand come across your face, guiding your head into his lap. Your eyes shot open for a second, startled at the gesture.

“What… What are you-” you tried to speak, but were interrupted.

“Shh, rest now,” he said. “I don’t want you to have a stiff neck for the journey back. Unless you’d rather take the floor?”

You said nothing in response, not having the energy to fight or the courage to taunt him back. A small sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes again, drifting off to sleep.

The next few weeks seemed to fly by. You all wasted no time in hurrying back to Erebor, though the journey itself would take another month and a half. Your days were filled with hiking the forests, hills, and mountains as the sun rose and set around you all constantly. But despite the fast progress you had been making, the journey was far from quiet. Aevar made sure of that, constantly whining and groveling only to spit insults whenever someone wasn’t giving him the attention he so desperately sought. You had all realized early on that rendering him unconscious never solved the problem like you had hoped it would. So instead, you had chained him up, tying his hands together with a long rope you could pull on to ensure he followed. It was mostly Dwalin’s job to do this, being one of the more physically strong ones. Sigfred had been in charge a few times in the past, but quickly found he didn’t have half the stubborn determination that Dwalin did.

Kíli had been put on as the leader of the pack lately, often scouting ahead and helping ensure the road you all traveled was safe and swift. He seemed to have a new energy about him lately too, but you chalked up his eagerness as just wanting to be home soon. You too were ready to return to Erebor already, the journey having set a new ache in your bones that you wished a decent bed would soothe. But you’d be lying if you said you also didn’t share a newfound energy. And it wasn’t because your hands were healing up quickly, either.

Ever since that first night with Aevar, you had found Kíli invading your mind much more than you deemed necessary. You now watched him closely, catching yourself studying him like a prey does of a hunter, though you knew in your heart that he was no such thing. But still, you found yourself strangely timid around him now. His smiles slowly became contagious, his laughs leaving you flustered now. You had no clue what to make of it, and silently cursed yourself all the while. You didn’t want to address the fact that you were finding yourself more and more drawn to him, and had silently chosen not to address any of these feelings until you reached Erebor’s mountain gates.

But it was on days like this that you were finding it harder and harder to do such a thing, as Kíli seemed to always want to be at your side whenever there was a break to do so. Not that you had any courage to deny him, though. A secret part of you enjoyed the way his face seemed to light up during your conversations, a stark contrast to how you two had originally gotten off upon meeting each other.

The night was young, and you had all just reached the dense and dark forest of Mirkwood, setting up camp quickly. It was better to go through Mirkwood during the day, for it was so dark at night that you couldn’t even see your hand if you waved it in front of your own face. Sigfred had gotten the fire started, with Dwalin taking first watch, tying Aevar to a tree, much to the thief’s dismay. It was your turn to hunt tonight’s dinner, as your rations were all running low, and so you set out just a little ways away from your campsite.

Determined, you snuck around the fields surrounding the forest until you found a small river. With eager eyes, you stepped into the shallow end of the waters, drawing your daggers as you let the moonlight glimmer off the stream, waiting eagerly to see the shimmer of fish scales. Though it was a lot of waiting, you were eager and patient for the reward of fresh fish. One by one, you managed to stab each fish with great accuracy, only gathering enough to eat for tonight; any leftovers would probably spoil during the remainder of the journey. Waiting just a little longer to catch one last fish, your focus was stirred by footsteps approaching you. You looked up, keeping your dagger taught in your hand, until you realized it was just Kíli who stood at the top of the riverbank, peering down at you. You sighed, relieved it was just him.

“You know, for a dwarf,” you chuckled. “You’re quite the master of stealth. It’s starting to scare me how quiet you can walk.” He smiled, running a hand through his hair.

“Apologies, I meant not to startle you. I actually came to offer aid; there’s not much to do at camp.” His hands drifted to his bow, holding it up for you to see. You nodded in acknowledgement.

“I appreciate it, but I’m almost done. You can help me carry these back though, if you’d like,” you gestured to the fish, and he nodded with a delighted hum, climbing down to the edge of the river’s shores to get a closer look after putting his bow away.

“A fine dinner, I’m sure,” he grinned. “Caught by an even finer hunter, no doubt.” You flushed at his words, fiddling with your dagger to avoid looking nervous. His words were like honey, and if you weren’t careful, you’d find yourself stuck in their sweetness. A part of you wanted to talk about your newfound feelings, though this was all foreign territory to you. You didn’t even know where to start.

“You’re too kind,” was all you could mutter out before hunching back down into the waters to search for the glimmer of fish again. You needed a distraction, something to pull you out of the enchanting reverie of Kíli Durin, and he could sense this, growing a little concerned.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, seating himself next to your pile of caught fish, all of good size for tonight’s dinner. You dare not look back at him, feigning ignorance.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” You spoke absentmindedly, trying harder to focus on your hunting. And soon, you saw another shimmer of scales heading right your way.

“It feels like you’ve grown a little distant, ever since that night we caught Aevar,” he said, causing you to slip up and narrowly miss the fish. You huffed quietly as you watched it dart away with frantic speed. It seems there was no avoiding this, no matter how hard you wanted to. You stood straight again, looking at him nervously.

“What do you mean?” You asked, hoping it was enough to make up an excuse for. What you hadn’t expected was to see Kíli’s expression so worried, almost afraid. But not the fear one has in danger, no. It seemed like an emotional fear, an anxiety over the anticipation of your conversation. And it seemed you shared it, too.

He chose his next words carefully. “You talk less, at least when you’re around me. You no longer seem to enjoy being near me once we make camp. I just… Is it something I did? Did I make you uncomfortable in some way?” His eyes seemed to hold a slight hurt in them, and it broke you in two to see him in such a way.

You mentally cursed yourself, not realizing in your own emotional troubles that you had also brought Kíli some pain. You quickly shook your head, denying his questions. “No! No, I promise that isn’t it,” you said. But you didn’t know where to go from there, your words catching in your throat. Kíli stepped forward, his boots almost submerging in the river’s waters.

“Then what is it, Y/N?” His voice always spoke your name so beautifully, so delicately, and you wanted to tell him that, but now wasn’t the time. You weren’t even sure if you could bring yourself to tell him. You yourself didn’t even fully understand how you felt towards him, and it seemed to only bring frustration to you, especially right now when all you wanted to do was shout about how you couldn’t erase his smile from your mind.

“I…” you tripped over your own thoughts, finding yourself frustrated to tears that you couldn’t even say such a simple thing. But then again, it wasn’t simple. Not to you, at least. “You don’t bring me discomfort,” you reassured. “I just… There’s so much in my mind right now, and I have no idea how to tell you about any of it.”

Kíli took a step further, now in the waters with you as he approached, his hands reaching out for your own. Gingerly, you took them, drawing a breath. His gaze was so gentle, so patient. “Is there anything I can do to help ease your mind?” he offered, and you frowned, unsure of what would even help at this moment.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I’m not even sure I know what to make of these thoughts for myself, Kíli.”

“Then tell me what ails you,” he said. “And I will do my best to help.”

You exhaled, nodding as you collected your thoughts. “It…” you started nervously. “It’s so strange, the way I feel about you. At first, I thought you must have hated me. Why else were you always out to get me with your pranks and your jests? Or your mocking, flirting comments? But as soon as I addressed it, you were so quick to stop…” You looked back at him, and he nodded, begging you to continue. Encouraged, you took a breath.

“And then that night, the night we captured Aevar Godfred, and you patched up my hand… You looked so beautiful then. Your kindness made me feel so many different things, so many things that I haven’t felt in quite some time, if at all. And your words, oh your words!” You chuckled, both frustrated and amused at your current plight. “Every time you speak such beautiful words to me, it’s like reading poetry. But even ink on paper cannot compare to the things you speak of sometimes. And your smile is like starlight; it makes the sun hide away, knowing it cannot shine half as bright. You make me feel so many different things that I cannot begin to explain or understand, Kíli. And it hurts me to see you hurt because of my struggling mind. But I don’t know what to call these things I feel towards you, I really don’t.”

You had gone from smiling to now sad again, realizing that despite getting all of these feelings off of your chest, you still didn’t understand what they meant. Kíli opened his mouth to speak, his eyes glittering again as the stars above reflected in them, but you cut him off short. “But I can’t keep avoiding you anymore, not if it hurts you like this. But I also can’t bear to part from you. My heart, it aches for your smile, for your voice, it aches for you.” You were starting to realize just what your words and feelings met, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit you might be in love with him until you heard him answer you.

“Oh, amrâlimê,” he smiled, tucking some wisps of your hair back behind your ear. His voice was so delicate as he spoke, and your eyes widened at the use of his native tongue. You had no idea what he had said, and wanted to ask, but knew it wasn’t the time. Not now, at least, when you awaited his answer. Your eyes searched his, anxious and confused at his smile as you awaited his answer. “Only you can be the one to say what this feeling is, but I can finally admit in confidence that I too feel the same.” He brought your hands to his lips, kissing them gently, despite them smelling of fish.

“You’ve set my heart on fire,” he said. “And no matter how you try to put it out, there will always still be at least one ember burning brightly, smoking only for you. My heart burns for you, amrâlimê. I burn for you.”

“You know your heart so well,” you smiled, feeling immensely happy at his words. “But how can you know for sure that it is I who it belongs to?”

He stepped forward, closing the gap between you two even moreso, his left hand coming to rest on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch as he wiped a runaway tear away. “You might not like this, but I’ve known it ever since I hid your clothes that day in the river.” You laughed, finding yourself amused by this.

“Really?” You chuckled, poking fun. “Making me miserable made you fall for me?”

He grinned, laughing. “I was never doing it to make fun. Well, maybe a little. But every comment, every joke, every prank, that was my way of telling you I liked you, though I’m a little embarrassed that they were interpreted so wrongly.”

“Every comment?” You mused. “Even the ones about wanting to see me-”

“Yes, but that’s not the point right now,” he cut you off, embarrassed. “Those words are for a different mood entirely, not right now. But yes… They were all true.” He muttered the last sentence, avoiding your eyes as you laughed. It was all falling into place in your mind. How could you have been so stupid, so blind by your determination towards the mission?

“Kíli…” you breathed, and his eyes met yours once more as you looked at him nervously. “Can I kiss you?”

He smiled, all too happy at the question. “Of course, amrâlimê. Always, now and forever.”

And slowly, as your eyes darted between his own and his lips, you leaned in, meeting his lips in a soft and light kiss. The act itself was quite foreign to you, but it felt right. Gingerly, your hand went up to his face, and his other hand moved up to gently place itself over your hair as your lips danced together in a beautiful song sung by the words you two had just exchanged. His lips were slightly worn and rough from the journey, but you didn’t care as you wrapped your injured hand around the back of his neck for support as you leaned in. It was such a lovely thing between you, a token of your mutual feelings for one another, that you thought you could kiss him like this forever. But all too soon, you pulled away at the sound of much heavier footsteps, your senses going on alert. Kíli did too, taking a step back to look behind him.

“What’s going on down there?” It was Dwalin, and he sounded quite annoyed. “You two have taken so long we thought you drowned.”

Kíli laughed and you breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn’t been some stranger. “I can assure you, we didn’t drown!” He called back, causing you to look away in embarrassment, eagerly grabbing the fish.

“Well if you don’t hurry back, then I’ll make sure it happens myself!” Dwalin warned, casting a disappointed glare before finally leaving the riverbank. You sighed again, this time out of anxiety. But the grin of a madman that lied on Kíli’s face was more than enough to raise your spirits again.

“Amrâlimê,” he said, walking up to you as he grabbed the remainder of the fish from your hunt. “I love you. And I understand if you need more time to think upon it, but I want you to know how I feel. I’ve never been more sure of anything. When we’re back home, I want to show you just what you mean to me, if that’s alright with you.”

You drew a breath, finding yourself speechless at his declaration of love. Thinking for a moment and silently thankful he would give you time to think, you nodded with an eager smile. “Then I’ll be waiting for that day, when it comes.”

Finally, after two months since capturing Aevar, your group had completed the long journey back to the mountain halls of Erebor. It all seemed so long ago from when you had all first set off on this trek, parts of it fading off into distant memory.

You all had been welcomed warmly by Balin and Thorin, and upon the sight both Kíli and Dwalin seemed overjoyed to be back home to their lives and their friends and their families. You and Sigfred were both glad that the journey was now over, but it seemed as though the both of you felt out of place within the stone caverns. After all, you had only come as aid; this wasn’t your home. Though home, for the both of you, seemed so far away. A selfish part of you would’ve preferred to stay here and not worry about the troubles of Gondor, but you could tell Sigfred was itching to return to his homelands in the Wilderland.

Hours later, you were all summoned to a meeting with Thorin, most likely to discuss your success, your rewards, and the new objectives surrounding Aevar Godfred. You weren’t too excited about having to travel back home with him; it was safe to say you had barely tolerated the journey thus far with the cowardly thief. But for tonight, you could relax. After all, there was to be a banquet held in your group’s honor, a celebration of the return of the royal jewels (with tighter security, of course).

Slowly, you came into a side room of one of Erebor’s many halls, finding yourself in a sort of gathering area, a war room of sorts. A strong stone table lined the middle of the room, and you could see Kíli already seated at the end of it. Everyone else had yet to arrive, and you found yourself growing nervous at being alone in the room with the prince. Butterflies tickled inside you as you made your way closer to him, and his eyes lit up upon seeing you. Gods, those deep brown eyes that had you hooked since you first saw them. Only now instead of rivalry and arrogance, love lay behind them.

“Amrâlimê, there you are.” He smiled, standing out of his seat to pull your own chair out for you. Taking your place next to him, you returned the smile as you sat down. “Will you be joining me at the banquet tonight?”

“The banquet?” You said. “I’d like to, yes. But I’m not sure I have anything to wear for such an occasion.”

“Nonsense, you’re perfect the way you are,” he smiled, taking your hand in his as he placed a gentle kiss on it. You couldn’t bite back the smile that crept onto your face again.

“Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you that-” And just before you could tell the prince how you truly felt, in walked the rest of your party.

“My apologies for my lateness,” Thorin said, followed closely behind by Dwalin and Balin as he sat at the head of the table. Balin, carrying four large pouches, stood beside him. Dwalin sat down just as Sigfred entered, and soon the entire party was seated. “Now, onto business.”

The meeting droned on for about an hour or two, as it began with you all recounting your journey to the King Under the Mountain. You told him all about the journey of capturing Aevar, who you were told was locked away in the dungeons. The whole time, Thorin was silent, his stare unreadable. Finally, after finishing your recollection, he nodded to Balin, who gave each of you one of the heavy pouches. Peeking inside, your eyes widened at the glittering jewels which lay inside. Thorin was no cheat when it came to rewards; this was more than you had ever expected!

“And now to our next ordeal,” he said, and you returned your gaze to the king. “We sent word to Gondor shortly after you left, asking what we were to do with the prisoner. They still request he return with Y/N to Gondor, but not before they send a caravan to aid in the journey back. We expect them to arrive within the next few days.”

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding, both relieved and upset about the opportunity to return home. Though you missed the White City, you knew that it also meant parting from Kíli, something you weren’t ready to do just yet.

“Y/N, we’ve arranged a room for you to stay here for the time being until the caravan arrives.” Thorin said. You nodded in respect.

“Thank you,” you said. It was all you could let out.

“As for you, Sigfred,” the king turned to the tall man, who seemed much uncomfortable in the stone chair, though he tried his best not to show it. “It seems this is where your service ends. On behalf of Erebor, we thank you. You are welcome anytime within our gates.”

The two men shared a nod of respect, and soon the king stood tall. Or as tall as one could when he was 5’2”.

“I shan’t keep you all any longer. This group is now dismissed, but leave not before treating yourselves to tonight’s banquet, as a token of our thanks to you.” And with a strong nod, he dismissed himself, leaving the room with Balin trailing behind. Sigfred was the next to leave, followed by Dwalin shortly after. You rose from your seat, about to leave when a hand took yours.

It was Kíli. “Y/N, you had something to say earlier, before everyone came in?” He stepped closer towards you, and you had to push away the sad thoughts as best as you could. You didn’t want to risk crying in front of him again.

“Ah, right,” you said, chewing your cheek to keep your voice from breaking. “I’ll be leaving soon, it seems.”

He nodded, sensing your sadness. He shared it. “Yes, it seems so.”

“But I…” you swallowed. “I don’t think I’m ready to go, Kíli.”

He stepped forward again, his hand cupping your cheek. “What is it, my love? What troubles you?” His voice was so soft, and you couldn’t help the tears that slipped past your eye.

“I love you, Kíli,” you breathed. “And I feel so selfish because it’s taken me so long to figure it out and yet I still have to leave.” Tears fell from your eyes as you looked down at the man who had stolen your heart. But he only smiled at you. A small smile, one that hid sadness with hope.

“Amrâlimê,” he spoke. “There is no one else who could occupy my heart the way that you have, and even distance couldn’t change that.” Both of his hands now clasped themselves around yours as he brought them to his heart. “I am yours, Y/N.”

Desperately, you leaned in with the need to feel his lips on yours, and he was much obliged to provide such a thing for you. “Can we just…” you breathed. “For tonight, can we pretend that I’ll stay? Please? Just for tonight.”

He gently placed a kiss on your lips, a smile gracing his features. “As you wish. Tonight, I won’t leave your side. I am yours for as long as you want me.”

The banquet raged on all throughout the night as the flames of the torches and lanterns burned brightly within Erebor. The kingdom was joyous and generous in their celebrations, it seemed, as you witnessed several arrays of meats, meads, and cheeses served on long tables full of drunken dwarves. You relished each bite that came your way, knowing you hadn’t been treated to a feast like this for a while since your journey. Cheers and laughter rang loudly in tandem with the music, of which Kíli was helping to supply. For as long as you had gotten to know him, you found yourself still surprised by him as he wielded a fiddle before you, his smile so wide his eyes squinted tightly when he did. Even the ever-grumpy Dwalin found himself strumming the viol in the throng of musicians that bordered the ballroom!

Which of course, leads us to discuss the ballroom. A huge space in the middle of the banquet’s hall, dwarves and dwarrowdams alike danced like fire lay at their feet, their movements and jumps in accordance with the strong beat of the music that echoed off of the bedrock walls of Erebor. Even Sigfred, who hadn’t shown any hint of a smile on your journey, was cheering wildly as he dragged you onto the dancefloor with him, his tall stature helping to make space for the two of you to dance in the crowd. It was a wonderful night, and you had quite forgotten your troubles of hours earlier.

Soon, you felt arms wrap around your waist, and you turned just in time for Kíli to give you a cheeky wink and whisk you off away from Sigfred in a dance of your own, your bodies syncing up with the rhythm as laughter kept your bodies moving to the beat. Your hands never left his as he jumped about, his hair creating a mess all over his face as his smile grew a slight sheen of sweat from his abundance of movements. Though you were one to talk, as you were sure you were quite sweaty yourself from all the movements you had been putting your body through on the dance floor.

Soon, the previous song ended, and you dragged Kíli off of the floor and back towards the end of the hall where the food and drink lay, your body desperately needing water. Quickly, you found a pitcher, bringing it to your lips.

“My, you’re so quick on your feet! I didn’t take you for a dancer, my love,” he grinned, taking the pitcher from you as he stole a gulp for himself. Gods, you still found yourself getting giddy every time he called you his love.

“And I didn’t take you for a musician,” you said. “You surprised me!”

He smirked, winking at you. “Well, I can guarantee there’s plenty more where that came from.”

You took back the pitcher, raising a brow in curiosity. “Oh? Like what?”

He offered his hand, leaning in closer, a newfound mischievous glint in his eye. “I can show you, but first, why don’t we find somewhere a little more private?” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, knowing their hidden meaning as you set the pitcher down and took his hand, eager to follow with a grin.

He led you through the twists and turns of the stone-carved halls until he eventually brought you through a pair of deep oaken doors to what looked like a beautifully carved bedroom. The stone bed that lay in the center of the room was wide and exquisite, draped with fabric that formed a canopy above the soft mattress below. Shields decorated the walls, along with Kíli’s sword and bow hung on a wall to the left. A fire lay glowing in the fireplace to the right, which glittered with gems that were embedded in the mantelpiece. Another door lay to the right, one that you figured led to the bathroom. This must have been his own bedroom.

He guided you with him as he sat at the foot of the bed, with you taking your seat next to him. “I tried to make it more comfortable, wondering if you’d ever join me here.” He said, and you smiled, still tipsy from the ale as you kissed his cheek.

“It’s gorgeous in here, Kíli. They tell no lies about dwarven hospitality.” You sighed, letting your back hit the mattress until you sat up quickly. Kíli raised a brow.

“What’s wrong?” He said.

“It seems I’m quite winded from dancing,” you said, feeling the back of your shirt. “I’m in need of a proper wash.” You sighed to yourself, amused by how hard you had been going during the party. Kíli took this as an opportunity to feel his own tunic, laughing at his own sweat.

“You’re not the only one, then.” He said. “If you’d like, I can draw you a bath.”

You raised a brow. “You won’t wash up?”

“After you, amrâlimê,” he smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll let you have the hot water first.” You leaned into his touch, smiling. Ever the gentleman, he was, as he got up from where he was seated to go run the bath. But with some new courage, you stood up to follow him, gently taking his arm.

“Or,” you said slowly, stepping closer over the shorter man.

“Or?” He questioned, stepping closer and closing the gap between you two as a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “Or what?”

“Or maybe,” you continued. “We could share the hot water? Together?”

“Together?” He said a bit too eagerly, a cough escaping him as he tried to hide his reaction. You smiled at this. “Together, together! Amrâlimê, I’d love to.” He couldn’t hide his grin, too excited about the idea.

“Good,” you said. “So why don’t you draw the bath and I’ll join you in a few minutes?” He shook his head all too eagerly, like a puppy dog when you mention the words “treats”. Quickly, he left you to prepare the bath, and soon you realized just how fast your heart was beating. Where had this sudden boldness come from? You chalked it up to the energy of the party mixing with this ale in your system; yes, that had to be it.

Soon, after ridding yourself of your party clothes (a.k.a. the clothes you had been traveling in for the past few months) and finding a towel to cover up with, you gently knocked on the door to the washroom, your heart hammering in your chest. You heard a distant hum from Kíli on the other side, and took it as your sign to enter.

Opening the door to the dimly lit room, you smiled at the sight of so many candles lit, their flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. A waft of warm, steamy air hit your face as you entered, a relaxing sigh drawing from your lungs at the scent of the woodsy oils he must have used for the water. It was at the end of the room where Kíli sat in the tub, suds covering him as the ends of his hair were damp, a soft smile on his face as his eyes welcomed you in. You felt all warm inside, he made you feel so safe.

Which was good for your nerves, as was the dim lighting, as you crept closer to the tub until you were now standing in front of him. He looked at you with admiration in his eyes as he offered his hands to ease you into the tub. Gently, you took them, letting the towel fall to the floor and trying so hard to meet his gaze as you heard a small gasp leave his lips. Slowly, you crept into the tub, and he guided you to sit in front of him, leaning your back against his chest as he peppered your shoulder with kisses and soothing rubs.

“Amrâlimê,” he whispered in between kisses. “You’re beautiful…”

“Really?” You asked, a part of yourself feeling unsure as to believe him.

“Even the greatest masters of stone in Erebor could not carve a figure as divine as yours,” he said, and you felt your face heat up. You couldn’t help the smile that slipped into your face. “Mahal took great care when he thought of you, my darling.”

“Let me see you,” you said, now eagerly wanting to gaze upon your newfound love. You turned your head to look at him, to which he chuckled as he sat up straighter in the warm waters of the tub. You twisted yourself now to face him, your eyes transfixed on his own figure, which was worn and weathered with hair and scars of years past. His body was history itself, like a book you so desperately wanted to read. Carefully, you hovered your hand over his chest before letting it land right over his heart. His heartbeat was steady; so calm, so soothing. You could fall asleep listening to it.

“It beats for you, amrâlimê,” he said, bringing your gaze back up to his face. “Only you.”

You leaned closer, dangerously closer, as your other hand went up to cup his cheek. Your noses touched from how close you two had gotten, and you thought that you wouldn’t be able to breathe unless he exhaled. Your eyes flitted to his lips for a split second, but the young prince keenly caught it. “Show me,” you said, and with those words you began a wild night for yourself.

Kíli closed the gap between you two, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss that was slow and full of young love. His hands roamed from your face to your shoulders until they found their places in the curve of your hips, holding you closer to him. In an effort to be more comfortable, you sat between his outstretched legs, sitting back on your knees in the sudsy water. He smiled into the kiss, a culmination of all his feelings for you taking over as your hands reached his hair, tugging lightly. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Pulling you closer, the kiss slowly became more intense, filled with more passion and even more pent up urges. His thumbs carved their prints in your hips, and you let out a small whine from the feeling. Quickly, he pulled back, chest heaving from lack of breath as concern laced his brow. “Is everything alright? Did I hurt you?” His eyes darted across your features as you flushed in the dim room.

“Quite the opposite, I promise.” You said. “Do it again.” And with a crazed smile, he dove back into your lips.

Soon his tongue made a quick swipe between your lips, and you let him in with open arms and a drawn out whine as he deepened the kiss between you, your tongues dancing with each other as you found yourself hooked on his taste. You wanted more of it, and desperately.

Wanting to change it up, you moved your kisses to his jaw, trailing down lower and lower until you found your perfect battlefield: the little dip between his neck and his shoulder. With eager intensity, you bit down softly, tracing little kisses and bites wherever you could, resulting in a breathy groan leaving his lips. “Y/N…” his voice whined, needy and full of want, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you came back up.

“Yes?” You feigned innocence, wrapping your arms around his neck as you looked down at your love, and he sat up, his grip on your hips tightening a little as he found his opportunity to attack your own neck.

You gasped as the touch, a small sigh leaving your lips as he placed love bite after love bite until he found the one spot that left you weak. “Fuck,” you breathed out a moan and you felt him smile against your skin. “I need you, Kíli. Please.”

“Begging already?” He smiled. “Amrâlimê, we only just started. Now relax, my love. I’ve barely begun.”

A small huff left your lips as his own returned to your neck, peppering in a few more bites that would later develop into beautiful bruises before trailing down to your breasts. His touch as delicate as his tongue darted out to lick a stripe over your nipple before taking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the swell of it as his eyes never left yours. Your breath hitched, and you felt yourself growing more and more needy, rubbing your legs together for some sort of friction as the warm water was beginning to feel much, much hotter. Your hands dug into his hair, tugging and twirling as his tongue danced shapes over the swell of your breast, biting softly. A moan escaped your lips in surprise.

His hands now moved from your hips to your inner thighs, gently pushing them apart as you helped him spread your legs. His calloused fingers, which were softened by the water, traced circles on the inner part of your thighs, slowly inching their way closer and closer to your heated core. “Come now, Y/N,” he purred, pressing a kiss to your breast before shifting to give the other one some attention. “You can get louder, can’t you?”

With a shaky breath, you nodded, and he smiled in return, his fingers ghosting along your slit until he gently pressed one further, allowing it to slide into you with ease. You couldn’t help the delicious groan that left your lips as you finally began to feel some sort of stimulation down there that you desperately needed, your hips rocking to swallow his finger up to the very knuckle. You wanted more, and he was more than happy to oblige, dipping a second finger into you as his thumb found your clit, delicately tracing shapes onto it. You clenched around his fingers as they slid in and out of you with curved expertise.

“That feels so good,” you mewled, your voice carrying out as a whine, and you were rewarded with a kiss as Kíli brought his lips to yours. His fingers slowly began to quicken their pace, his thumb never leaving your most sensitive bundle of nerves as his lips enveloped yours in a sloppy kiss. You broke away, needing to breathe as soft moans and pants left your lips. “Faster, please Kíli.”

“As you wish, my love,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your jawline as his fingers now curled inside your tight walls, the water beneath you sloshing with his rapid movements as his thumb continued its unrelenting attack on your clit. “I only exist to please you. That’s all I want to do right now.” You could feel yourself building up inside, the tension pulling at every nerve in your body as you could sense you were almost ready to snap. You looked down at him with hungry eyes, now seeing that he too was quite aroused, his erection poking out of the waters as he worked his magic on you. But just as you were about to bring it up, you felt yourself snap, a string of broken moans and whines leaving your lips as your vision blurred for a split second and you felt yourself come completely undone. But Kíli didn’t stop there, no. He continued his torture, keeping up his pace to allow you to ride out your high until he slowly came to a stop, pulling his fingers out of you.

You fell forward onto him and his strong arms caught you, tucking away some of the hair that had fallen in your face. He looked at you again with awe, drawing you in for a chaste kiss. “You look so beautiful when you’re wrapped around my fingers,” he said, a smile on his lips. But you weren’t done, no. You brought him in for a kiss of your own, a needy groan resounding in his throat as your fingers delicately went down to wrap themselves around his length. He shuddered at the touch, and that one act of his was more than enough to make you ready for another round of fun.

Gently, you ran your hand up and down the length of his shaft, bringing your thumb up to rub small circles over his slit, which was eagerly leaking pre-cum in your hand. “Please, amrâlimê, I can’t handle your teasing,” he whined.

“Begging already, are we?” You whispered in a mocking tone, mimicking his words from earlier as you lowered your face to his solid member, placing a kiss on his swollen tip. His breathing hitched, his eyes clouded with want. “But I thought we were only getting started?” His hips raised out of the water to give you better access as you placed teasing kisses along the length of him, your tongue licking a stripe that led you back to his tip until you took him into your mouth. He moaned loudly at the touch, his hips bucking ever-so-noticeably, and you felt so powerful in this moment. Slowly, you lowered your head along his length, wanting to see just how much of him you could take into him before you swallowed around him, causing him to curse.

“A-amrâlimê,” he stuttered. “Please.” His voice was so breathy, so whiny. You loved it.

Slowly, you began bobbing your head along his shaft, your hands busy with keeping your body from falling over him as your hair fell in your face. Ever the gentleman he was, he was quick to tuck your hair back and grasp it in his fist, careful not to force your head despite how much he wanted to feel you gag on him. His hips bucked again as you kept getting faster and faster, wanting to bring him to completion before he quickly grabbed your throat, forcing you to meet his face as he brought you in a forced kiss.

You pulled away to look at him as his chest rose and fell dramatically, breath leaving his body in his aroused state. “Did you not want me to-” You spoke in a confused lilt, but he cut you off.

“No, not before I feel you again,” he breathed. “I’m already jealous that I didn’t get to taste you first, my love.” You smiled, chuckling as you brought his hands to your hips again, letting him guide you over his length. There you hovered, bringing him in for a kiss in the hopes it would distract you from any pain that was soon to come.

“Kíli, I love you,” you breathed in between kisses. “I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me as badly as I do now with you.” His tip rubbed against your core, and you let out a small whine. “Please, I need to feel you inside me already.”

“Oh Mahal…” That was all the motivation he needed, it seemed, for soon he sunk you quickly onto his length, splashing some water around you as you cried out at the delicious feeling of him stretching you out, his length already reaching places you had yet to even discover about yourself. You let out a string of curses, all moans, as you clenched around him in delicious pleasure. Gods, he felt amazing. You rolled your hips over him, craving some more of that delicious friction you had felt earlier, and you felt him shudder again. Gods, it turned you on to see his eyes glazed over like that, looking at you with such want and love that you wanted to consume him.

“Amrâlimê, let me show you just how much I feel for you,” he said. “Let me take care of you.” Slowly, he rolled his hips in tandem with your own, slipping in and out of you with ease as his thumb quickly found purchase over your clit again, rubbing slowly in tandem with his thrusts. The water around you sloshed and splashed with your movements, but that was the least of your cares as pleasure rocked through you, tearing you piece by piece until you were nothing but putty to be kneaded by the man you loved, who thrusted into you with increased pace with each movement. He was hitting every spot inside you, filling you so deliciously until he eventually found your sweet spot inside, causing a moan to rip from your lungs.

“Fuck, Kïli,” you said, your mind melting and only thinking of the pleasure he was bringing you as his own moans rang in your ears. “Right there, please. Don’t stop!” You felt that same pressure building up in you, the tension pushing and pulling as you looked at Kíli with lust-filled eyes. His own eyes met your gaze as he planted more kisses on and between your breasts, biting and pinching at the skin as he maintained his pace, but he too was beginning to feel the tension you had so intensely started earlier.

With shared moans that echoed and bounced off of the stone walls, you found yourself coming undone around Kíli, pleasure taking over as he helped you once again ride out your second orgasm. Your skin felt like it was going numb while being on fire all at once, and you relished every moment of it with ragged breathing. With a few more thrusts, Kíli too came, pulling out of you just in time to avoid any unprecedented consequences as his back hit the walls of the tub, his breathing uneven as he gently pulled you into him, kissing all over your face which held a small sheen of sweat from both the party and your latest festivities.

“I’ve wanted this for a while now,” he said, his voice soft as he kissed your forehead. “It seems as though all my thoughts of you are improper as of late.” You chuckled, leaning into his touch.

“Well then we’ll have to spend more time exploring those thoughts, now won’t we?” You teased, and a fired up groan sprang from Kíli’s lips as he brought you into another kiss.

“I’d love nothing more, amrâlimê.”

And for a while, you two stayed like this, with not a care in the world of whatever was going on in it. For now, you could focus on nothing other than the intermingling of your two heartbeats. Time seemed to slow down for you two as the candlelight danced on the walls, and you were content. Because in this moment, nothing else mattered except for you and your son of Durin. Not the fact that soon you would have to leave Erebor entirely, nor the fact that there were probably some people searching for you two at the banquet. All that mattered right here, right now, was how much you were in love with this man and wanted to be with him. Nothing else.

“Come on,” your love said. “Now we really need to wash up.”

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lunamochii · 1 year

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Side Chick || Jake Sully x avatar!fem reader smut

Synopsis; You are one of the few scientists that stayed and is loyal to the na’vi. But maybe not? Since Jake still comes to you in the early morning, afternoon, and midnight.

warning; implied poly relationship, dom jake, jake not letting you out of his grasp, smut, not proofread.

note; feedbacks + reblogs are highly appreciated!

repost because it got taken down (:

Years have passed and you’ve watch the Pandora get back to what it’s used to be and you have been loving living in your new body. Standing at the death door, you were reborn from a human to being one of the people. Although sometimes you don’t really feel like it. Especially with Jake coming to you even though he already has Neytiri.

“Somebody will find us..”

Bodies press together your arms clinging on his shoulder as he move his hips. Letting out a groan he came in your hands, lips crashing to each other. You can only moan between the kisses. Your body sprawled out on the luminescent grass, Jake move away from you and your eyes drop at your hands that is covered by his cum. He smirk at you and give both of your nipples a tight squeeze making you moan

“I don’t like how Tarsem stares at you.” Rolling your eyes you push him off and sat up

“So what? This relationship of ours will end soon once Neytiri conceives your child.”

You saw how his eyes darkened making you gulp as you hurriedly stood up. Knowing what you guys do whenever he takes you out for ‘hunting’ you’ll be deem as a traitor if the clan finds out. God help you if Neytiri finds out, a arrow will be stuck at your skull.

“You think I’ll let you run away from me?”

Jake stood up and grab you with full force on the arm, you wince in pain and tried to get away from his grip but he grip it tighter and stare at you directly on the eyes.

“You owe me your life. If not for me, you’ll be long dead now Y/N.”

“Then you should have left me dead!”

You yelled and grab your arm away from him and ran away from there. Calling for your ikran, you quickly got on and fly away. Landing on the camp you are greeted by Neytiri who greeted you before smiling, you did the same and excuse yourself. Your conscience is eating you and the thought of having a chitchat with his woman is making your insides curl, you feel like throwing up.

Night came and the clan gathered all together to share the animals they have hunt, Tarsem, as always giving you looks but before you can even sit down beside the man. Jake came and sat down glaring hard at him you huff and walk towards Norm who is on his avatar form. He notice your change of attitude and decided to pry

“What happen to your ‘finding mate 101’?”

“Oh please, if only I can strangle that man.”

You replied with gritted teeth and Norm laugh knowing full well what and who you meant by that. Back in the days you and Jake have a thing going on but he got closer to the omatikaya clan leader’s daughter which is Neytiri, leaving you with a broken heart. So when you became one of the people you made it your goal to move on from him and try to find yourself a mate. If that bastard will let you which he don’t.

“One day, I will run away. Cause’ fuck it!”

You exclaimed gaining few looks and you just smiled awkwardly so they can go back to their business, it was a long night and once done, you decided to go to your hammock. Just when you were so close something or someone grab you, looking at the side you found Jake smirking at you.

“What now? Can’t I have this night all to myself?”

He snickered and shush you as he drag you to where Eywa knows, you guys stop at a big tree. Your brow shot up recognizing it’s the Tree of Voices. You watch him walk and connected his queue to the tree.

“Connect yours, you will be amaze.”

“Tsk, I’ve already done this.”

You saw him tense but he didn’t look at you, playing it cool.

“With who?”

It was now your turn to have a smirk plastered on your face, sometimes you miss on playing with him. You walk towards him and let your fingers dance on his back as you whisper him the name he hates to hear

“Tarsem”

Jake disconnected his queue and turn around to look at you, seeing you smirking at him it only made his blood boil, grabbing you by your neck he crash his lips to yours and when you didn’t respond he look at you.

“What were you guys doing here?”

“Oh nothing~ I even thought we would mate.”

Playing with his braids he let out a growl and put his hands over your hips, pulling you closer to him your breast press against his chest, you can feel your nipple get hard as he shower your neck with kisses.

“Doing this with you feels like a sin. I’m already a sinner so why not we get this over with?”

You said and the man before you smiled as if he just won a another war against the sky people not knowing this’ll be your last with him. Deciding to run away, leave him here. You will completely banish from his sight.

‘I’m sorry Jake..’

You said at the back of your mind as you kiss him back, letting him use your body as he like. Hands cupping your breast as you grind on his crotch, his back leaning on a big root you got rid of your loincloth and cups his face and deepened the kiss. Moaning into the kiss, Jake grip your hips as he slid his finger down and rub your clit making you moan. Moving away from his lips you trail your kisses down to his neck leaving wet kisses, being careful not to leave a hickey. You can already feel him getting hard so you press your bare cunt more making his own loincloth wet from your juices.

“Ride me?”

“Hell yeah.”

Lowering yourself down you bit your lower lip as you suppressed the moan that is trying to escape from your lips, Jake let out a groan when you finally bottom out and your head resting on his shoulder. His strong arms wrap around your hips as he guided you. Up and down, your breast bouncing with each thrust, you put one hand on his shoulder and the other one on his thigh as you close your eyes and throw your head back.

“Oh god! Harder Jake! Harder!”

“Shit!”

Curse words comes out from your mouth as he grab your other hand to have both of it wrap around his neck as he stood up, your legs cross on his back as he captured your lips and kiss you fervently. Slapping your ass from time to time loving how you clench around his cock. Your moans spilling out from your lips as he move faster and harder, slamming his cock deep down inside you.

“I’m gonna cum… hmm let me cum inside you princess?”

“N-No… not inside…”

He hiss and bit on your shoulder making you yelp as he move his hips sloppily and when he is near he pulled out and his cum spilled over the ground as he moan out your name. Your half lidded eyes stares at him as he kiss your forehead and put you down

“Put your hands over there baby, let me fuck you from behind.”

Nodding your head you did what he told you to, he grip your ass cheeks before slipping his cock inside you. Immediately your legs trembled as he didn’t waste any time and ram you. Hard and fast. Jake is not dumb, he knows you will leave him tomorrow. He had enough with people leaving him there’s no way he will let you out of his grasp. Not when your pussy is sucking his cock this much. Avoiding your braid he yank your hair and lick your cheeks, he left visible hickeys on your neck and reaches your clit with his free hand.

“If you do that I- Jake! Hmf!”

“Cum for me. Cum for me sweetheart!”

“ma Jake!”

Hearing those words comes out from your mouth his left with no choice but to plant his seed inside you, there was no rule in the clan where the olo’eyktan or whoever it is to have one more wife. Pretty sure Neytiri will understand. Ofcourse his lovely first wife will understand. Who wouldn’t love you?

“That’s it. Cum in my cock. Shit, I’ll cum inside you.”

“What?! N-No! Jake!”

Jake inserted two fingers inside your mouth and fucks you with it, he let out a satisfied groan when he felt you cum in his cock and not seconds later he followed. Your eyes widening feeling the warmth inside you, he move his hips sloppily making sure his cum stays inside you. Pulling his fingers and his cock out of you, he watch you drop on the ground. You glared at him and he only smiled sweetly at you, he got down to your level and cup your cheeks

“There’s no escape Y/N. My seed is in you, pretty sure you are bearing my child now.”

“How dare you…”

Your eyes watered and his quick to kiss it away as he cage you into his arms, pulling you on to his lap as he grab your hands and makes you rub his still rock hard cock. He sniff your scent and lick the bite marks he left on your neck. No matter what you do, what you plan, he won’t let you run away from him. You’re his and will forever always will be.

“You called me ‘ma Jake’. Pretty sure you love me..”

“It was just..”

You can’t properly form your words as he started to play with you clit, flinching at his touch and seeing it he let out a chuckle

“Just what?”

You gulp when he inserted two fingers inside you, your hips shaking as he slowly pump it in and out of you. A moan escape and Jake took it as a chance to kiss you torridly and when pull away a string of saliva is seen connecting your lips with his.

“Fine! I’ll be your side chick forever!”

Jake laugh out loud and once when his over with it, he smiled and pulled you closer than ever. You can hear his heartbeat and it’s fast. He kiss your lips once more before sliding his cock inside you again for the third time.

“Don’t worry ma Y/N. You’ll be known as my wife soon.”

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saetoru · 2 years

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THIN PATIENCE — RYUGUJI “DRAKEN” KEN.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ draken + public sex - in which you can’t help but let your hands wander as your boyfriend rides his bike

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.5k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, public sex, hand jobs, slight overstimulation, use of petnames (princess + baby)

♱ notes ⋮ another repost left and then we will have paid homage to last years failed kinktober rnsjdsj

the night air is crisp on your skin as you wrap your arms around draken’s neck, pulling him into a quick kiss once the door is locked. the shop’s been busy as of late, and after months and months of watching draken struggle to get it up and running, you’re happy for him, you really are—but lately…you crave a bit more attention. he’s barely even had a second to spare all day to get up and eat lunch, let alone entertain you in your hunt for his attention.

but right now—right now, he’s all yours, and you plan on using that to your advantage.

it’s a little risky, trying things with him that test his patience, but you want to push him to his limit, want to make his veins pop and his composure snap, want to make him give in and finally have his way with you—which ultimately means you’ve had your way with him too.

“barely have any time for you anymore,” draken hums softly, "you wanna go for a ride, princess?” he grins as he asks you in between kisses, his rough hands finding their rightful spot on your hips.

you’ve been patiently waiting for this question, for this moment—and a grin of your own stretching across your lips as you hum, the beginning chips of your plan falling right where you want.

“course i do, kenny.” one hand trails down his chest, roaming over the muscles of his pecs and abs, making him chuckle lightly.

he’s always been built rather large, but the years have done him good. his towering height’s put on a few more inches, his muscles bulge a bit more, his chest is a bit broader, and any remnants of the boy you’d known draken as before have grown into a man.

“then let’s go, baby,” he presses a few kisses to your jaw. “need a de-stressor after this week,” he mumbles.

in your head, you’re satisfied to know that you’ll be giving him just that.

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the wind on your face as draken speeds faster down the highway is all too refreshing. the cramped garage of his shop has been all you’ve been seeing in your spare time anymore, the need to keep your boyfriend company overwhelming your urges to go do anything else. and you love keeping him company, love being in his presence more than anything, but the empty walls of his shop have been a tiring scene to say the least—and this, this is nice, you think.

draken seems rather happy too, his lips are stretched into a grin and his shoulders are less tense, the muscles rippling through the collared shirt of his uniform even as they’re relaxed. you trail your hands down his chest, rubbing over his abs while he glances momentarily at you over his shoulder.

“keep your hands to yourself, baby,” he grins playfully, and you can feel the small chuckle he lets out through the rumble of his chest as your hands glide back over it.

“can’t, you’re too pretty, ken,” you murmur, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder blade through the fabric. he shudders slightly. “been waiting for you the whole day,” you pout into his ear.

clearing his throat, he lets out a gruff, “hey,” as a warning, but you don’t pay any mind to that—your hands trail lower, and lower, and lower— “princess,” draken growls. “what are you doing?”

“just having fun,” you grin, and your palm glides over his crotch, gently feeling over his dick print as he grits his teeth. he looks around, and the highway’s almost empty, but he still doesn’t appreciate the circumstances.

“well, have fun somewhere else—ngh,” he cuts himself with a grunt when you squeeze his half-hard cock through his pants (he’s silently mad at himself for letting himself be so affected), pumping him as much as you can until a tent forms. “h-hey, i’m serious.”

you wish you can find it in yourself to care about his warnings—but you can’t. and you’re sure you’ll pay the price heavily for it later, but that only excites you further.

reaching into his pants, you grab his erection, cheek resting on his back as you pull his pulsing member from his confinements. you smear the pre cum from the tip along the thick girth of his cock, stroking him languidly and drinking in the sounds of his gasps and choked-out groans.

if only you could actually see him, but this will do for now.

“are you kiddin’ me,” he hisses. “have you lost your fucking mind?”

“maybe,” you chuckle, batting your lashes even if he won’t see.

rolling your palm in circles around his tip, you can just barely make out the long, drawn-out moan he lets out, the wind hissing around you muffling the sweet sounds he makes as you fist him tightly—he’s always been sensitive at the head, and you’ve always used that to your advantage too. his thighs are tensing at the smallest bits of friction, and you wish you could only face him to watch his face scrunch with pleasure.

“fuck,” he whispers, letting out a shaky sigh when your other hand reaches over his hips and cups his balls. you doubt anyone you pass by would really notice, draken’s going much too fast, and it’s much too dark, and no one would really think to look at his crotch, but still. the fact that your boyfriend is currently riding down the highway, dick out and open, hard and aching for release leaves you desperately aroused. “fuckin’ hell, either put my dick away or do something,” he growls at you. “and be quick.”

with a giggle, you decide on the latter, wrapping your hand around his cock and starting a quick rhythm, stroking his length as your other hand cups his balls again, massaging them lightly. he moans, forcing himself to keep his head upright and not thrown back like he desperately wants, keeping his eyes on the road.

“you’ve been working so hard, ken,” you say smoothly. “thought i’d help relieve the stress you were talking about earlier—and you look so good in your uniform,” you add. “my pretty boy.”

he doesn’t have the patience to let the praise stroke his ego, too focused on the throbbing of his member in your hands. and you don’t have patience either, it seems—otherwise, you wouldn’t be pumping his cock out in the open like this, trying to pull an orgasm from him while he’s taking you both on a ride around the city.

“fuck, go faster,” he demands, his hips bucking ever so slightly to meet your fist’s movements. and you’d give everything to have your boyfriend cum right now, to have his body tense with his back pressing to your chest, shooting ropes of cum that splatter against his precious bike, out in the open for anyone to witness if they’d just look a little closer.

so you move your hand faster, squeezing at the base of his shaft before stroking up, thumb grazing his slit and making him cry out each time.

he’s moaning loudly by now, with no efforts to hold back or stay quiet. the broken strings of curses falling from his lips leave your thighs begging to close shut to relieve the heat pooling at your core. you can feel his chest rising and falling erratically as he pants, trying to keep his hips in place, fighting the urge to thrust into your hand. the bike swerves a little every now and then, and with a harsh squeeze of his balls and one more glide of your thumb through his weeping slit, he’s cumming with a loud, strangled cry of your name.

“god—fuck, baby,” he groans, body shuddering as he tenses his thighs. the ropes of cum that shoot from his tip leave him clenching his handlebars tightly, teeth gritting as he forces his eyes to remain open. “fuck—fuck, that feels good,” he says shakily, letting out a soft whine when your hands don’t stop even as he finishes. “shit, ‘m fuckin’ done. cut it out,” he hisses.

but you don’t listen, stroking his sensitive dick, hand coated in his thick cum, using it as a lubricant while you rub your thumb over his vein. you like the thrill of your position, how he’s literally in the palm of your hand and out for display, how he can’t do anything else but take it. he lets out a small whimper as your hand keeps the steady friction against his sensitive cock, and the sound shoots straight to your core.

“too much,” he all but whines. “f-fuck, ‘s too much, baby,” he grunts. chuckling, you stroke him one last time, smiling at the way he shudders before kissing his shoulder and pulling away. he’s still catching his breath when you tuck him back into his soiled pants, and before you can say anything, he’s swerving to take the nearest exit.

“wha—ken, you’re going the wrong—”

“we’re taking a detour,” he sneers. “someone has to be taught a lesson for being such a shameless brat.”

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#draken x reader #draken x you #draken smut #tr x reader #tr x you #tr smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev smut #ryuguji ken x reader #ryuguji ken x you #ryuguji ken smut

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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"Making sure the other eats/drinks"

Reader doing this to Sherlock, cuz that arrogant, dehydrated, malnutritioned ass of his needs to eat and drink regularly 💀

Blurb: Send in one of these scenarios along with one of the characters I write!

Feeding Sherlock

Anon you didn't have to call me out as well haha but he needs some food in his system because you know he goes days without eating cause he forgets and is so absorbed in his cases.

Warnings: mentions of food, not eating properly and dehydration. All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03)

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You rolled your eyes as he stumbled through the door, plopping himself down on the chair panting with the strain of running down the streets of London. You would say he looked high as a kite if it weren’t for the dark circles forming under his eyes or the haphazard look of his scarf.

After a few moments, he came over to join you at the table, glaring at the slice of pizza you placed in front of him, and crossed his arms like a pouty child. You didn’t bother to peck his cheek, though you desperately wanted to, not needing to prolong the production for much longer.

"You haven't eaten in three days, Sherlock. You're going to run out of steam and if I'm having to hunt your arse down through London, I won't be happy."

He glanced at the plate briefly like it were the worst insult you could've given him. "Please, I've gone five days before!" He scoffed and rolled his eyes, tilting his chin up in defiance.

You huffed and messed with the slice on your plate. “Still, you should eat, I know you’ve forgotten too. Even with that big brain of yours, you obviously need to eat.”

“It’s bad for my digestion when John and I are out,” he said as if it were the most obvious fact in the universe.

You sighed heavily, glaring daggers at him and his own gaze locked into yours, tilting his chin up at you in defiance. You knew he would drag this out for hours and continue not to eat. Least of all, you didn’t want to bring John in on this since the poor lad already dealt with keeping up on an extended case no doubt passed out upstairs sleeping the rest of the night away.

You fidgeted with your fingers for a moment before settling on his lap, straddling his thigh, placing kisses down his neck, biting, nipping, and sucking marks. Your hand reached up to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a slow, heavy kiss laced with wanting.

The noises that leave his lips encouraged you further, sending a cascade of shivers down your spine for you can’t resist the hold he has on you either. When his lips brush along your neck, you lean into him, lips parted in bliss wanting to feel him, you almost forget your entire reason for the distraction until his lips are pressing against yours gently and you hated to resist, hell it was hard when you index finger met those soft plush lips.

You gestured to the plate at his bewildered gaze watching him fight off a groan. Instead he huffed at your request, which was more of a demand he dodn’t want to obey.

“Two slices.”

“What?” He blinked, trying to play it off. Hell, he only wanted another kiss, not to eat. But on the other hand, he would have no qualms devouring you.

“Eat these two slices, then perhaps you’ll get more kisses…” you grinned, leaving a lingering kiss on his neck, your tongue following in its wake, a small groan falling from him once more as you trailed your hand lower, squeezing his thigh before getting off his lap.

“Two. Slices.”

He nodded, picking up the slice and biting into it and you set the water down next to his plate.

“Oh, and you need this now and for later too, pretty boy.” You chuckled, slowly sauntering away to the bedroom, your shirt falling to the floor behind, leaving Sherlock torn, gazing after you forlorn and deciding his fate for the night.

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#Sherlock Holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes imagine #bbc sherlock imagine #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock #writing prompt #writing requests

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mishwanders · 8 months

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hey i just wanna say! I LOVE YOUR WRITING :D can i request someone [a modern reader] who in their universe was basically the friend that corrals everyone around and keeps them from getting into shit- or at least tried to [i happen to be this friend.. apparently. my friend says i give off 'hot mom energy' and idk how to feel atp. i'm just done with them lol. maybe a form of proof with pictures and videos off of their phone or something. [now i'm just imagining a video or smthn of just- getting almost caught by mall security or smthn. and the video is just reader's legs running and it's just chaos cause the video is mostly motion blur lmao]

Aaaaahhh I know how this feels lol. I’m also pushing my “let’s nap with Sky” agenda because I want to nap with him.

Characters: the Chain x GN!Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

You laid down on your cot, utterly exhausted form the day you’d been dealing with. As much as you loved the boys and their occasional chaotic nature, some days you felt like they were actively out to cause their own destruction. Between Wild eating rocks, Legend getting into arguments and heckling merchants, Times attempt to steal and almost getting thrown into prison, Four splitting into the Colors with a failed attempt at hunting them all down, and more - it was utterly exhausting trying to keep them all together.

Warriors had noticed it too, him being one of the few to cause you the least amount of problems. He leaned over you with his hands on his hips, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Had a long day?”

You peered up at him, narrowing your eyes. “You know, it’s a good thing Hylia gave me the triforce of wisdom and not power, because if it were the latter I’d have backpack leashes hooked to you all and be forcefully corralling you lot like horses to keep you together and in my sight.”

Warriors chuckled at your statement, settling on the ground next to your cot. “That bad huh?”

“Yeah, that bad.”

“Would you like some rum to relax?” Wind ask, offering his flask.

You looked up at him, dumbfounded. “Why do you have rum?!”

Wind looked between you and Warriors before quietly asking him. “Did they forget I’m a pirate?”

You placed your hands over your face, groaning in frustration. “Hylia, help me please.”

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad, sugar.” Twilight teased

“You say that, but every time you see a goat you get the idea to wrestle with it and I’m the one who tends your wounds. You do it again I’m not helping you, that’s Hyrule’s job now.” You replied

“What’s my job?” Hyrule asked

“It’s nothing, Traveler, our companion is just cranky is all.” Twilight replied

“Yeah, seems to me that you could use a nap.” Sky chimed in

“If I nap I can’t see if you all have gotten yourselves into trouble or not.” You replied

“Yeah, but if you nap you’ll be less cranky.” Wind replied

“Fine, but only if Sky naps with me.” You stated

The man was practically beaming at the suggestion as he scoffed closer to you and wrapped his sail cloth around you and himself. “Oh you know I’m never going to turn down that offer!”

You snuggled up closely to Sky, closing your eyes as you relaxed against him. You yawned as you felt the sleepiness shit your bones, calling out to Warriors. “If any of them get in to trouble, please wake me.”

Warriors chuckled at you. “Don’t worry, I will.”

#linked universe fanfic #linked universe #linked universe x reader #linked universe x you #linked universe fic #the chain x reader #writing: the chain #sfe

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brotato-chibs · 2 months

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me @ myself: proper comic for them when 🤼‍♀️

#genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer #nahida #tw blood #chibo.arto #do not repost or i will hunt you down and eat your hands #i had more but the brainworms has left me

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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twisted wonderland w an s/o who is slowly dying headcannon

scenario: twst character with an s/o who is slowly dying, because they do not belong in twisted wonderland and the magic in the land is rejecting their body, causing s/o’s body to deteriorate. just minutes before s/o dies, they decided to save s/o by sacrificing their magic.

characters involved: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge x gn reader

genre: semi angst to fluff? no death involved (repost)

tw: blood and near death experience

vil’s day came crashing down when he heard of your condition. what do you mean by you are slowly dying? did he not take care of you well enough? did you not eat enough? did someone poison you?

he felt shocked at first, but then gets insecure, blaming himself for not taking care of you well enough

and then fear, fear of losing you to death

he finally found someone who loves him for who he is, and now the world is trying to take away the only person who accepts him for who he is?

nope, not gonna happen

vil brings you to see the best doctor in twisted wonderland (using his celebrity connection)

when the doctors explain that the magic in twisted wonderland is rejecting your body, he was yet again stunned

so all of this was simply just because you are a foreigner in this land?

the doctor could only prescribe you painkillers and some medication to help you relief your pain, while stating that there was nothing they can do

they did however say that the only way to save you.. was to give up all of one’s magical powers and transferring it to you to act as a source to keep you alive

as days pass by, you were getting weaker and weaker

you started coughing blood and wouldn’t have the strength to move your own body

vil has to personally feed you, shower you, help you to change your clothes and etc

you tried to tell vil that it was okay but he refused to listen

he is the dorm leader of pomofiere, that has the longest history among the great seven

being the dorm leader of pomofiere meant that he was the best at making poison, and has vast knowledge about potionology

he personally stays up late to brew soothing potions for you, and research about other ways to save you

but when the day has finally come, your lips turned pale as you could only stare at the ceiling

vil could see the life slipping out of your eyes, he held you tight in his arms as he mumbled out a chant

purple magical power slowly slips out of vil and enters your body as you feel energy circulating in you

“i don’t need magic, i just need you. it means nothing being the fairest one in the world when i can’t even save the person that i love dearly. don’t worry about me, i can always re-learn magic again. and this time, i will be stronger than before.”

rook was silent when the doctors explained your condition to him

he was that guy who would always find beauty in everything(even if is ugly)

but today, he finds himself loss of words

he dosen’t see any beauty in your death, it feels more like a nightmare to him, a nightmare that he can’t wake up from

funny how the hunter is being hunted by his worst fear, which was losing you

when the doctor told him the only way to keep you alive, he didn’t hesitate to ask the doctor to give the both of you space

rook kneels down beside your bed and holds both of your hands in his

he doesn't talk, but rather, he stares at you

he noticed how cold you have gotten as compared to before

you could only gazed at him weakly and give him a weak smile, assuring him that you were alright and that nothing will happen you

rook could feel an arrow piercing his heart when your voice cracking and you began coughing out blood

he pats your back and wipes off the blood on your lips, feeding you painkillers while singing you a lullaby, luring you to sleep

by the time you woke up, you don’t feel as dead as before

strangely, you feel normal...

you sat up on the bed, inspecting your body for any pain or injuries when the door opened, revealing rook who was holding a tray of food

he gives you a warm smile, prompting you to eat the delicious meal that he had specifically prepared for you

when you asked him why did you suddenly recover, he could only smile and pat your head affectionately

“mon amour, a hunter does not need magic to hunt. besides, why does he need to hunt, when the most lovable creature is already with him?”

shock, angry, disappointed, fear

those were how the fae prince felt when the royal doctor explained your condition to him

shock because he did not expect his lover to be suffering from such a condition

angry that he didn’t take care of you well enough

disappointed because he felt like he could do better to prevent this from happening

last but least, fear of losing you to death

faes are creatures who lives for a very, very long time

malleus hasn’t experience the pain of losing someone dear to him

all of his retainers are faes, except for silver who seemingly still seems okay

he was well aware that humans are.. weak, with a short lifespan

he wanted to take his time, showering you with love till the end of your death, which he expects it to be in about 90 years or so

but even so, he has always been secretly researching ways for you to live a long life (with your consent of course)

which is why he couldn’t take it when what could have been 90 years of memories, have been shortened to just a few weeks

what pisses him off even more is when the royal doctor suggest to give up on you

quote from the doctor, ‘humans are weak and will die fast. you should find a fae as your queen, your majesty’

the royal doctor was never seen in valley of thorns after that

malleus doesn't need the royal doctor to tell him the cure, malleus himself already knows what to do

he holds you in his arms tightly, stroking your hair as he gently explains his next course of action

“my love, i can’t bear to see you die like this. i am going to give up on my magical powers to save you. i don’t need title, money, or fame. i just need you. so until then, will you please stay with me forever?”

lilia could only smile and thank the doctor for inspecting you

when the doctor left, he stares at your sleeping form on the bed and stroke your cheeks lovingly

lilia is old, though he still has duties to attend to, such as training the young knights and guiding the crown prince, he also wish to retire and settle down with you

preferly in a small cottage at the forest, with mini you running around

he chuckles at that thought of living a life with you, it has always been his dream ever since he first saw you

one thing that you must know, is that lilia is a warrior, and a warrior doesn’t hesistate

when the doctor told him the way to save you, he has already made up his mind

choosing between living a life with you or without you? that was easy for him

lilia holds your hand and closes his eyes, chanting out a spell that would forever deem him magicless

magenta magical power flows into your body as you sighed in your sleep, finally getting the well rested sleep that you need

lilia kissed your forehead and wished you a pleasant dream

by the time you woke up, you were clueless as to how you are suddenly so well

lilia teased you, saying that malleus was the one who gave up his magic for you and that you should devote your life to malleus instead

“fufu dear, of course i am the one who saved you. why do you look so surprised? is it not a duty for a warrior - general - to protect and save their love one? don’t worry, i may be small and magicless now but i can still beat people up ~ now dear, let’s get up and move to the new house that i just bought!”

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #diasomnia #pomofiere #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rookhunt x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #imagine #headcanon #dreamofjoystwst

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atiny-piratequeen · 1 year

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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉.𝟒 (𝑷.𝑺𝒉)

✧.*Summary ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.

After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.

All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.

✧.*Pairing ✧.*-Siren!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

✧.*Genres ✧.*-Angst, Romance, Smut, Action, Fantasy, Survival, Slight Horror Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Siren AU, Monster AU, Enemies to Lovers

✧.*TWs ✧.*-Mentions of Death, Blood, Subtle Monster Transformations, Non-Descript Mentions of Eating People (I mean Seonghwa ain't human so it's not cannibalism but-)

✧.*Sws ✧.* - Hair pulling, Strength Kink, Size Difference, Food Play, Oral Fixations, Wet Dream, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Pussy Drunk Seonghwa, Monster Anatomy (Elongated tongue, Two Cocks, Knots-), Thigh Fucking, Titty Fucking, Grinding, Teasing, Fingering, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, Overstimulation, Virginity Loss, Depictions similar to Heats/Ruts, Double Penetration, Breeding, Knotting, Creampie, Mind Break (From Pleasure, everything is safe, sane, and enthusiastically consensual here)

✧.*Rating ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI

✧.*WC ✧.*-15.5k+ (help, my back hurts-)

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✧.*A/N ✧.*This was originally a 3k+ paid commission thanks to the lovely @jacksons-goddess-gaia but I loved the idea so much that I decided to make this into a short series! Thank you again for allowing me to turn your comm into something of a bigger scale and I hope you and everyone else also likes this little series! Just a note of warning, the ending of this series does have a pretty dark ending so please be mindful of the tws of each respective chapter (tbh I don’t think its any darker than the shit I make yall suffer through write anyway but just a fair warning, you are not ending this as any kind of pacifist lol)

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After that fateful day, everything regarding life on the island…shifted.

Seonghwa no longer appeared just in the corner of your vision. No, instead, he had been all but glued to your side, helping you with hunts and accompanying you as you traversed newer parts of the island.

It was nice. Having a companion at your side. Someone who would sit and listen to your stories about your parents, whom you missed dearly. Or an extra pair of hands to help you find the missing remains scattered about the island and lay your fallen sisters to rest properly.

Speaking of resting, after a bit of fumbling, he'd all but nominated himself to be your…mattress, essentially. Not a single night passed now without Seonghwa settling his large form down first, looking at you with those dazzling emerald eyes as he waited for you to (shyly) crawl beside him. Some nights, you sleep with your back to his broad chest, lulled to sleep by his singing as he held you close with a single arm.

Other nights, when bite of the night air is a bit chillier or while it rains just outside, Seonghwa nudged you on top of him, cocooning you in a blanket and then protectively wrapping both arms around you, rumbling every time you wiggled in his grasp until you force your fluttering heart to calm down and tuck your head in the crook of his neck.

He doesn't sing then, not until you're settled in and already dozing. Instead, he lets you shift to and fro, watching with half lidded eyes that shine in the dark with mirth.

"Have you finished fluttering, Little Bird?"

You flush and feel your ears heat up.

"You could help."

"I could. But it is cuter to watch you wriggle around. You make some interesting sounds."

You slap him half heartedly (it doesn't phase him) and huff, focusing on going to sleep after that.

It's only after you begin to doze off on your own that you hear those familiar notes, quietly pushing you into the realm of dreams as you feel every thrum and vibration rumble from his throat.

This truly was a dream…

Erm, anyway-

Seonghwa had been so kind as to use his magic to create clothes for himself…before promptly giving you his shirt to wear.

It was so large, it essentially was a dress, with the benefit of being fresh and clean (and smelling of Seonghwa). He didn't bat a lash as he produced a fresh shirt for you nearly daily (until you told him you could just wash the others, feeling bad about how much he'd been gifting you) Seonghwa usually ended up staying in the nude unless you both intended on going much deeper in the forest for the day.

Even then, he somehow ended up coming back to camp with you, pants mysteriously absent. Something about being more comfortable and feeling less restricted in "Landling Attire" and not seeing any need in wearing them if you already knew of his existence and weren't bothered by it.

Well, you were bothered by it, but probably not in the way he'd thought. The more time you spent with the seven foot behemoth of a man, the more you began to…realize some things.

Specifically with the dawning realization you definitely had an attraction to him.

At first, you'd held a small conference with yourself in your head. Had it just been residual emotions from him saving your life? Perhaps that was part of it, but it certainly wasn't all.

Your mind had already wandered way more than it ever had before with anyone else when you had those treacherous first 48 hours together. It continued to wander, tripping, falling, and rolling down a hill as you become hyper aware of certain…habits the SeaBorn man had.

Like the otherworldly show of strength he showed nabbing that sturgeon, or the way he had cleared the way for you sometimes by hefting up entire boulders, the veins in his arms, neck, and legs bulging from the challenge before letting out a rough snarl of a noise as he tossed it aside. The pleased, almost feline purr that would leave his lips when he was satisfied, accompanied with an occasional clicking resonating from deep in his chest that tickled your brain in a way you were wholly unused to.

Or, endearingly, the way he'd tilt his head, listening to you intently as you told quiet stories over your dinner campfire. His singing always put you at ease, and you quickly found it took no effort at all for you to fall asleep against his chest once he began to sing to you.

It was…oddly domestic and wholesome, though your thoughts weren't always the same.

Like today.

Seonghwa could pick you up without any effort, often doing so with one hand or arm, supporting your bottom as he'd lift you up to reach high fruit from trees you previously weren't able to reach without throwing fallen branches and rocks and hoping your aim was good enough to make them fall.

That's where you'd found yourself today. Perched on his shoulders, reaching up as you mumble under your breath. It would be easier if he just held you up, yes. His arm span was enough. But you were admittedly stubborn, and wanted to hold onto some sense of usefulness. Seonghwa was here but you couldn't expect him to do everything while you sit back and do nothing.

He merely grunted below you, feeling the weight of your hips on the back of his neck, humming as you huff.

"Do you wish to-"

"No, I got it!" You cut him off, threading your fingers through his hair without thinking, steadying yourself as you rise up to your knees. Your fingers brush just barely against the fruit, your knees digging into Seonghwa’s shoulder slightly as you lean more.

"Y/n. As much as I looooove having your knees on my shoulders, just let me hold you up."

You barely have the time to rebut his suggestion before you feel yourself slip and fall forward, head first.

You shriek, throwing your arms up to brace yourself for the ground.

You're stopped abruptly, dangling upside down as Seonghwa’s hand shot out to catch you, wrapping his fingers around your ankle.

Immediately, you feel a breeze, the fabric of his shirt dropping with gravity as he holds you.

Fire ignites in your veins as you lift your head, blushing all the way to your ears when you're met with his cock.

Your eyes are crossed as you stare, before a deep growl above you drew your gaze forward.

It's admittedly hard to see while upside down, but Seonghwa isn't looking at your face when you strain your neck to look at him.

A passing breeze reminds you of your…compromised position-and where his eyes were currently locked-and you bring your other leg in, closing them to the best of your ability.

That seems to snap Seonghwa out of his trance, his eyes-now…magenta?-focusing onto yours as he righted you and set you on your feet. You look up at him, completely flustered, but for once it's him who doesn't meet your gaze.

Instead, he reeled back, slamming his fist into the tree and holding his free hand out to catch the falling fruit. Once he did, he looked down at you finally, his eyes still half lidded and magenta as he offered his arm for you to climb into. You do so, perching back on his shoulders as he walks back to camp.

Neither of you speak during that stretch of time, though a huge part of you wants to know why his usual emerald eyes turned such a vibrant and deep shade of magenta.

You try to think back to when you'd ever seen his eyes change, and can only recall them doing so in moments of fury, bleeding into a bloody crimson.

Was…he angry at you? Was that it?

"Seonghwa?" You finally speak once you see the outline of your camp through the trees. He made a sound of acknowledgment in his throat and glanced at you, seemingly lost in thought. You worry your lip between your teeth.

"Uh, I'm sorry. If I hurt you with my knees or anything. I just like to do things myself and having everything handed to me just-"

"I am not injured. And I know you prefer your independence. Which is why I didn't say anything until you began to strain yourself."

You nod quietly, looking at his side profile.

"....are you angry at me?"

"Not in the slightest. Why? Your scent has changed again. What has made you anxious? Did I harm you when I caught you?" He finally turned to look at you, and you pressed your lips together, shaking your head.

"Your eyes changed color. I've only seen that when you're angry. They're not red but…"you trail off, looking down. He said you hadn't hurt him but his shoulder was permanently scarred from you, maybe it was still sensitive-

Your thoughts halt and stall as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze.

"I can assure you, it's not anger I'm feeling at the moment."

"....what are you feeling, then?" You inquire. He hummed, deep and melodic as he set you down and leaned into your ear.

"Probably the same thing you're feeling that's making your scent so sweet."

Your eyes widen slightly as words fail you completely, watching as Seonghwa turned his attention to the fruit he'd knocked out of the tree, sniffing quietly. You flushed, staring at him as you gripped the end of his shirt you were wearing.

He'd been mentioning that since you met him. Your scent. He seemed to be able to detect even minute changes in your mood because of it and you feel realization dawn on you exactly what he meant by 'sweet smell'.

It's your own arousal.

There was a cracking sound that snapped you abruptly from the conference you'd been having with yourself, and your head whirled around to the noise, watching as Seonghwa held one of the hard-shelled fruits in his giant palm, squeezing and cracking it clean in half effortlessly. Carefully, he sniffed the inside before a pleased grin tugged at his lips, fangs flashing. You watch as he pulled one half away from the other, tilting his head back to eat directly from the split fruit.

Juices dribbled down his chin and neck as he messily ate, a low purr rolling out of his throat. Milky, white, and fragrant. You could see a sliver of his tongue, much longer than any human or beast you'd encountered in your own life, curling and coaxing more of the fruit out.

Goodness, the sounds-

Truly, you need to think back and recall when exactly you obtained such a perverted mind.

"It's safe to eat."

You jolt, eyes snapping upwards. His eyes are fixed on you as he lowered the second half of the fruit, the same tongue he'd just used to clear out the inside of the fruit rolling over his lips as he waited for you to take it.

"O-oh. Uh. Thank you."

You reach and take it from him, clearing your throat as you pluck pieces of the inside out, the juices sweet and fragrant as you raise the fruit to your lips.

Seonghwa smiled and sat beside you, one arm resting on his knee as the other grabbed another fruit. A familiar crack startled you for a moment before you saw him eating out of the corner of your vision. Clear, sticky droplets chased one another down the side of his lips, past the curve of his Adam's apple, and disappearing further down his chest.

'Stop staring, Y/n.' You tell yourself

You do not, in fact, stop. Instead, you pause completely, lips slightly parted as a band of tension builds in your stomach. You don't voice it, but your brain is aflame with chatter regarding the SeaBorn and your mind is invaded with thoughts of licking his chest and neck clean, chasing the droplets in reverse all the way up to his lips-

You must have made a sound of some sort, instantly pink eyes are fixed on you.

Seonghwa doesn't say a word, leaning into your space, the sweet smell from his natural scent and the fruit making you dizzy.

"You haven't eaten much. Is it unappetizing? I can always fish instead for you." He offered. You shake your head, coughing and looking away.

"N-no, sorry, my head is just in the clouds."

He doesn't move from his spot, humming as he took the fruit from your hands. You only have enough time to utter a hurried 'hey!' before he dug the flesh of the fruit out with his claws before he held it to your lips, waiting.

You reach, his eyes narrow and he pulls away slightly. You don't have to repeat the motion to know what he's trying to do.

"If you're not going to eat because you're distracted, I'll just feed you. Don't bite your tongue. Or me."

You feel a wave of embarrassment laced with excitement as you open your mouth, eyes fixed on Seonghwa’s as he guided the first piece past your lips.

It was a good fruit. Great, even. But every single move you made in these moments was laced with a tension you'd never felt before.

"Do you like it?" He inquired, pausing before giving you another.

"Yes," you respond, leaving your mouth open afterwards, welcoming more.

It seems you weren't the only one who'd had a dirty mind today. Seonghwa’s eyes drifted to your lips, a low, vibrating hum rumbling from his chest as he fed you another piece.

"Good," he breathed out airily, thumb idly rolling over your lips, smearing the fruit juice across your bottom lip. "I don't want to do anything you don't like."

You know full well this isn't about the fruit anymore. You lick your lips when he pulled his hand away, heart thundering in your chest.

"I would tell you." You mutter. He hummed, eyes half-lidded as he looked back into your eyes.

"And I would cease. Immediately."

You bite your lip and watch him bring the last of the fruit forward. You grab his wrist, holding him still as you eat from his fingers, kissing his fingertips gently before your tongue flicked out, lapping up juices from his palm up to his middle finger.

"I know you'd stop. I trust you."

More patches of scales appeared in an instant, peachy pink as a loud purr reverberated through his chest. He stared at his fingers when you pulled back before bringing them directly to his lips, tongue curling over his middle finger where you'd just lapped up.

You shudder, subtly rubbing your thighs together as Seonghwa stared at you through his lashes.

You'll always be smaller than him but under that gaze, you felt like a divine being up in the clouds had laid eyes on you.

Seonghwa finished and rumbled, standing to toss the husks of the fruit into the lake for the bottom feeders to hide inside and shelter from larger predators. Eventually, it would break down and become sustenance for those in the lake. You follow the line of his body as he moved, and feel punched in the chest when you find he's definitely aroused.

“You’re staring a lot more than usual today.” He teased, lips pulling up into a smirk as he waded into the water, effectively hiding himself from you before he dove in, his massive tail appearing moments later, slapping the surface of the water and sending droplets flying upwards.

It left a beautiful rainbow as he disappeared below the surface.

The water of the lake was pleasant and clear, and you could see the outline of his large body as he swam deeper.

Soon, you couldn't see that much.

"Because my mind is racing." You huff, staring at the surface of the water.

You weren't ignorant of your own body. Hardly so. You just…didn't know how to go about it.

Or if you should.

Seonghwa wasn't human. Would something like sex between the two of you even work?

You're reminded, with a flush to your cheeks, that he has two dicks, apparently.

Though, you had only seen one.

You hum and lay back, closing your eyes and exhaling gently. He had the same basic shape as a human, though his size may prove to be…a challenge.

Seriously, why had you only seen one?

"Maybe it's tucked away internally like some other animals do?" You muse to yourself. There's a splash somewhere in the lake and you jolt upright, thinking he'd heard.

Instead, you find him showboating, diving deep and launching his body several feet out of the water, flinging droplets of water every which way before making a colossal splash in the center of the lake. Thankfully, his choice of location spared you the trouble of having to dry yourself off.

You watch him swim and flip in the lake, your palm resting on your chin.

Perverted thoughts and musings aside, this still felt…right. Whatever this was.

You lay back down, finding yourself dozing under the afternoon sun.

Your brain hadn't been quite done tormenting you, however.

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In your dream, there wasn't nearly the same amount of agonizing fanfare when it came to your desires. As soon as you're mind focused, you find your hand tangled in Seonghwa’s silky locks, with his head buried between your thighs.

You're rutting against his mouth, eyes fluttering as that oh-so-long tongue curls and curves inside of you. The sound is intoxicating, and you realize your imagination has taken the sight of Seonghwa eating-messily,at that-and ran with it, down to the noise rolling around in your mind.

"Look at me. Don't close your eyes."

With a shiver, you look down, staring back at peachy pink colored eyes. Your lips part as you hurriedly whisper his name, cooing like a mantra as your hips twitch and jolt every which way.

He groans and drags you to your climax, holding onto your hips so you don't squirm away, tongue flicking and curling until he was sure he'd licked you clean.

It leaves you spent, your chest rising and falling erratically as he leaned up to meet your lips, rumbling against them.

"Just lie back. I'll take care of the rest." He purred, running the tips of his claws down your abdomen, just enough to make the goosebumps rise on your skin.

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When you jolt awake, you make a sound you don't recognize, and out of your peripheral, you see a shadow pause.

Seonghwa looked down at you, holding two massive tree trunks under his arms as he met your wide, unfocused gaze.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, sitting up. You're embarrassed to find a telltale ache between your legs and your heart still trying to escape from your chest.

Seonghwa stared at you even longer, still, before sitting across from you, watching you for a prolonged pause before he seemed to drop it, setting one of the trunks down beside him. The other one rested in his lap, and he took a moment, eyeing it from different angles before humming.

"What are you doing?" You inquire, standing-albeit a bit on wobbly legs-and walking over to him.

"Firewood." Is all he says before he dug his claws into one end of the tree.

It's there, you notice, roots.

"Seonghwa…? Did you uproot a tree?"

He looked at you before nodding.

"Yes. It's more efficient this way than to slowly hack away at branches, no?" He inquired, promptly tearing the trunk in half with a growl and one hard motion.

You flinch a bit at the sudden loud and splintering noise, and he paused, looking at you.

"Could you stand back, my Little Bird? I don't want any pieces flying and harming you."

My Little Bird.

You feel the heat rise to your face as you move a ways away from him. He looked over his shoulder, nodding when you’d moved a good enough distance. The sound of him grunting and growling filled the air once more and you decide to wander around while he does that, trying to clear your mind.

It wasn't like there was anything to deny when it came to your feelings in this matter. Seonghwa was a devilishly attractive being and you clearly felt yourself being drawn into him.

Even without his powers.

He’d explained them to you one evening. The power of his voice. It could easily bend and break one’s mind. Leave them a mere feeble shell of themselves as he did whatever he pleased.

And all he ever seemed to use those enchanting notes for was easing your mind during moments of distress, when the nightmares of your past experiences made sweat break out on your skin and when the claws of panic drag their nails down every corner of your mind.

His voice melted those things away, a hummed lullaby at times, an orchestra of one during others.

You startle as you feel your toes brush against something cold and wet and as you bring yourself free of your thoughts, you find you’ve walked to a hidden waterfall you found a few days back.

-“Seonghwa! Seonghwa, look! I found a waterfall!” You’d been so excited to tell him, looking down at the crystal clear water. It was well hidden, with green surrounding it on most sides in the shape of a crescent, and a decently sized spring.

Seonghwa had looked around, nose tilted up as he sniffed for any signs of danger. When he found there were none, he relaxed, smiling at you.

“Would you like to go inside? Have you been near a waterfall this close before?” He inquired, taking your hand and walking towards the water.

You considered taking your clothes off before getting in, but felt a familiar shyness creep into your being that lead to you just getting in as you were, gasping as Seonghwa tugged you under the water’s surface.

He held his hands near your head, the water spinning and swirling until it formed a bubble, and he simply smiled, fangs flashing as you take a hesitant breath of surprise.

“I would never let you drown.” He chuckled, and you shudder, holding onto him regardless. Seonghwa didn’t tease you, simply holding your hand and swimming with you, his tail a beautiful glittering fan in the clear water.-

You shake yourself out of yet another daydream and begin to take your clothes off, wading into the water. The sun hadn’t yet set, so you weren’t worried about not being able to find your way home afterward.

The ache between your legs reminded you of your ever wandering mind and you huff, sitting on a smooth rock. You worry your lip between your teeth, looking down.

Seonghwa hadn’t followed you this time, it should be fine.

You reach between your legs, surprised at just how wet you’d gotten from your dream. It was almost embarrassing, the dream didn’t even last long.

Of course, it wasn’t just that though, was it?

You sigh and close your eyes, rolling your fingers over your clit, letting your head tilt back as the tiny sparks ran up and down your spine. Your free hand finds its way to your chest, caressing and squeezing.

How would his hands feel on your body instead?

That one thought alone made a whimper slip from your lips, your mind yearning for Seonghwa’s touch as you feel your fingers covered in your own fluids the more you rubbed yourself.

“S-Seonghwa-” You sigh his name, your back arching as you recall the way he stared at you when he caught you, his eyes trained on your pussy, both they and his scales that beautiful pink color.

He wanted you, probably just as much as you wanted him. His body all but broadcasted it.

Hell, look at you, yours did just as much as his, at this point.

You slip your fingers into yourself after teasing them against it for an agonizingly long stretch of time, mewling as you spread your legs wider.

Your voice is but a whisper over the sound of the rushing waterfall just a few feet away, and without a second thought, you let your moans freefall, calling out Seonghwa’s name the longer you pleasured yourself.

It was aggravating, your fingers felt good, but they weren’t enough. Your mind had ingrained its own version of pleasure inside of your head and one, two, even three fingers weren’t enough to satisfy the hunger and need that had settled in.

“Seonghwa! Seonghwaa!” You whimper, frustrated beyond comprehension.

“My. Is this where you snuck off to?”

You freeze, the only thing you hear for the longest time is rushing water and your erratic heartbeat. Your eyes open slowly, and you sit up, finding Seonghwa standing a few yards from you, arms crossed.

You don't say a word as he slowly drug his gaze up your body, from your toes all the way to the top of your head, his scales a deeper shade of pink before his eyes-also pink-locked onto your face.

“You called my name, so I came running, thinking you were in trouble. It seems I was wrong.”

You don’t break your gaze with him, but the burn in your chest reminded you that you actually needed to breathe.

“Seonghwa…”You pant pathetically, and had your head been clearer, you may have been embarrassed. Instead, you reach for him, brows pulled up.

He cleared the space between you in an instant, dwarfing you with his sheer size as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You poor girl. I’ve never seen this look on your face before. How can I help?”

You blush. Your mouth flounders for longer than you’d like it to. He chuckled and tilted your chin up, leaning into your space.

“How about we start with a kiss?”

Your eyes drift down to his lips and you nod, pulling your fingers free from yourself and blushing as Seonghwa leaned in, kissing you. He held your chin between his fingers, his claws lightly pressing against your skin, but not breaking as you melt against him.

He’s…surprisingly soft. His lips are plush and you realize-again-that you’ve forgotten to breathe again until you feel him lap at your bottom lip. You bring your hands up, cupping his face as you deepen the kiss.

Seonghwa growled, the sound reverberating and vibrating through his chest loud enough for you to feel it in your own. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he hungrily kissed you, pushing you back until he was completely on top of you, his palms splayed out on the rock at either side of your head.

You feel yourself ache as you kiss him, reminded of the length of his tongue as he leads the kiss, exploring and mapping out every part of your mouth. The feeling is bordering on overwhelming as you part your lips wider, panting and gasping as spittle ran down the corner of your lips.

Seonghwa broke the kiss, looking down at your dominant hand.

It's then, you realize, you’ve smeared your juices along the skin of his cheek and chin when you held him, and a sense of mortification settled in your body.

“O-Oh, I’m so sorry-”

Seonghwa’s tongue lulled out of his mouth, long enough to lap at his cheek before doing the same to his chin. You stare at him, heart hammering in your chest as his pupils dilate, staring dead into your eyes.

“Seonghwa?”

He grabbed your hand, dragging his tongue along your fingers, groaning as he did so, the pink of his eyes and scales darkening even more as he breathed sharply through his nose.

“So this is how you taste? Its…intoxicating.” He growled, letting your fingers go after a few moments of him sensually licking and sucking them clean. You blush and think back to the fruit, to your dreams, and his…interesting reaction.

“Do you want to taste more?” You whisper, still having trouble finding your voice. He heard you, regardless, looking down at you before his eyes trailed lower. Your gaze followed, biting your lip as you saw his cock, hard and drooling along your stomach.

Still, just the one.

You are hell bent on seeing the second one.

Seonghwa moved lower, grabbing both of your knees and holding them apart, eyes focused on the glistening juices clinging to you. You almost close your legs instinctively, but a simple flex of his fingers reinforced that you wouldn’t be able to do so easily.

Good, you didn’t actually want to.

You let out a soft exhale as Seonghwa drug his tongue over your clit, a deep rumble leaving his lips as he tasted more of you. He curled his tongue over the bud, settling himself between your legs and purring as he suckled on it. The sparks from before paled in comparison to the lightning trailing up and down your spine, your hands flying to tangle themselves in the blonde’s hair.

Seonghwa didn’t budge, panting against your core as he drug the tip of his tongue lower, moving his elongated tongue along your clit and between your folds. He perked when you let out a gasp, the tip of his tongue dipping into you for the briefest of moments.

He slowly looked back up at you, holding your gaze as he smiled against your lower lips. Your heart squeezed and you subtly spread your legs wider, biting your lip when you feel his fingers tighten for a moment, expecting you to try and close them again.

When you don’t he took the silent invitation for what it was, delving his tongue into you and groaning once he did.

Seonghwa’s hands move from your knees to your thighs, claws slightly digging into the soft skin there as he worked his tongue in and out of you.

Your grip in his hair tightened and you gasp as you rock your hips back and forth, working yourself shamelessly on his tongue. Seonghwa didn’t mind, in fact, he’d been surprisingly quiet since he’d gotten between your legs. You shyly glance down, biting your lip as you see him eagerly bobbing his head, his lips and undoubtedly his chin covered in your precum.

“S-Seonghwa!” You cry out, he only growled in response, pressing his nose against your pelvis as he thrust his tongue deeper. He seemed to be intoxicated, squeezing your thighs tighter.

You feel droplets roll down them, and at first, you assume it’s sweat. It wasn’t until the dazed and lustful look in Seonghwa’s face is replaced with a sobered look, his eyes snapping over to your thigh. You whine, frustrated, and follow his gaze.

His claws had dug into your thighs, drawing ribbons of blood.

You hardly felt any pain from the pricks, but Seonghwa immediately pulled away from your pussy, moving to drag his tongue up your thigh, suckling and kissing his way up until he reached where he had drawn blood, laving them with licks and kisses.

You smile, gently caressing his head before you push him away from your thigh. Seonghwa looked at you with a curious expression in his hooded eyes.

“I’m fine. I didn’t even notice. You felt so good…”You trail off before gasping sharply as he kissed your clit.

“Then I’ll continue.”

You bite your knuckle as he once again pushed his tongue into you, holding you by your ass and keeping you flush against his lips, with your thighs over his shoulders.

“D-Don’t you-ah-! Don’t you want me to…ngh oh fu-fuck right there-”Your thought process derailed as Seonghwa’s tongue brushed against a tight bundle of nerves deep inside of you.

Goodness, if his tongue could go that deep, just how deep could his cocks go?

The thought, combined with the sensations of Seonghwa hungrily eating you out was enough to push you over the edge of your pleasure, and you feel yourself unravel in his arms moments later after trying-and failing-to rush out a hurried warning to him.

He felt you clench around his tongue, still thrusting and curling it regardless, but you can see his pupils dilate even more the moment your orgasm actually settles on his palette.

He squeezed your ass tight, a deep growl ripping from his throat as he kept going, trying to urge more of your cum out. You feel your eyes flutter closed, hips twitching both towards his mouth, and away.

“More, Y/n, darling I want more. You’re…mmm...you taste so good.”

The sound is absolutely filthy as he messily alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, and pulling his tongue out to focus on your clit.

You close your thighs around his head, rocking and bucking forward as you feel another orgasm fast approaching. Every part of your body feels like it's electrified one moment and on fire the next.

“My…nnn, my body, Seonghwa-” You mewl, kneading and groping your chest. Seonghwa looked up, smiling drunkenly as he licked his lips.

“SeaBorn saliva has aphrodisiac properties it makes it easier for our partners to take both of our cocks during sex. Does this feel good, Y/n?” He rubbed his thumb over your clit, resting his chin on your stomach as you jolt and twitch.

Both….

“I wanna…nnn I wanna see it.” You moan, bucking. Seonghwa looked at you before he removed your thighs from his shoulders and sat up, licking the taste of your precum off of his thumb.

You can see his cock standing proud, thick and long, but still unable to stand straight against his abdomen from the weight of it. Seonghwa watched you with a dark, pleased gaze, a melodious clicking leaving his chest as he stood to his full height.

Like this, after you sit up, you’re eye level with his cock.

There’s a sweet aroma coming from him, and you lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock, confirming that the sweet smell is from his cock as a bead of precum rolled out against your lips. Seonghwa seemed to consider putting his hands on your head like you had done to him, but he resisted, squaring his shoulders and letting you lick and grab him at your own pace.

He didn’t want to hurt you.

The action was endearing, and you sent him a smile as you stroked him, licking and kissing his cock. Your eyes trail up, and you notice just above his sizable length, there's a vertical slit in his skin, weeping more of the sweet smelling liquid, though it was an interesting color.

A creamy and glittering pastel pink fluid dribbled out of the slit, and you found yourself staring as it shimmered in the moonlight at certain angles, you could see flecks of blue and silver in the milky fluid.

Oh, it was already night time? How long had you two been going at it?

You bring your hand up, rubbing your fingers between the fold, and immediately Seonghwa’s hips jerk, his eyes wide.

You stare up at him before you sit up straighter, pushing your fingers past the leaking slit. Seonghwa let out a sound that was a blend of a growl and a whimper as your fingers brush against something.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding it.” You murmur, proud of yourself as you tease the area until he groaned, his second cock unsheathed from the messy slit.

It wasn’t identical to the first, with this one being longer, veins throbbing along the sides of it as it sat coated in the same pretty fluid that had revealed its location in the first place. There were several interesting barb-like protrusions just beneath the crown of his cock and the further down you inspected, you can see he was certainly thicker at the base of it.

Seonghwa opened his mouth to comment on you staring, but all that left his lips was a half roar as you leaned forward to take the head of his second cock in your mouth, sitting up on your knees to press the first between your breasts to make sure both got attention.

You quickly find out why this one was hidden as you roll your tongue over the barbs (they’re thankfully quite soft, though you can imagine the way they’ll feel rubbing inside of someone-) and watch him buck and shudder, mouth falling open.

This one was more sensitive than the other.

Much more sensitive.

You smile and work both of his cocks at different paces, aching between your legs as you listen to him groan and growl above you, each note sending a chill down your spine. You rub your body along the cock between your breasts, using your least dominant hand to keep it flush against your skin while the other thumbed the base of Seonghwa’s upper one.

You held his gaze as you slowly slid more of it into your mouth, careful of your teeth as you did so. You can hear the pleased clicking rumble through Seonghwa’s chest as he caressed your cheek, fighting back the urge to kick his hips up and fuck your throat. You appreciate the courtesy, and begin to hum around his length, drool running down your chin.

It's messy, uncoordinated, and borderline primal, the feeling you’ve been feeling all night. Any of the embarrassment you had before was long gone the moment he kissed you earlier and now all that remained was a searing need for more.

You wanted to feel his touch everywhere. His lips against your skin, his claws dragging down and leaving crimson ribbons in their wake for him to chase away with his tongue moments later. The addicting sensation of his tongue curling and twisting inside of you, stroking deeper than your fingers ever could.

And this taste, the sweet, pastel liquid dribbling from his cock that left you greedily sliding deeper, wanting more, needing more.

Your mind thrums in desire as you imagine him sliding between your legs, sinking deep inside you and anchoring you with a firm grip on your thighs.

“Y…n…” Seonghwa grit out, fingers digging into his own thighs, fighting with himself still to not pull your hair. You see gold trail down his thigh and whine in protest, reaching up to lace your fingers through his, squeezing his massive hand with the hand that was on the cock in your mouth.

Seonghwa looked like he wouldn’t be able to take much more, chest rising and falling harshly as his lip curled up, fang bared and fingers flexing. You feel tears bead in the corners of your eyes, your jaw aching as you bob your head, dragging your tongue over the barbs every time you pull your head back.

When he finally came undone, it’s like watching an explosion of color. Patches of scales are apparent on different parts of his body, glittering and shimmering. Even his lids and the corners of his eyes hold a pink shimmer of adoration as he groaned, eyes rolling back, tongue rolling over his lips as a long, pleased groan tumbled out of his chest.

Heat flooded into your mouth, thick and sweet, absolutely intoxicating, and you take care not to waste a single drop.

Well, of the one in your mouth. You can’t do much about the cum rolling between your breasts, splashes of it reaching all the way up to your collar as Seonghwa’s hips kick up and buck.

Once he’s come down from the pleasure, he gently pulled himself from your mouth, petting you as you look up, tired and in a daze. He leaned down, fingers rubbing between your legs before scooping up some of his own cum, mixing them as he pushed his fingers past your lips. You moan and happily curl your tongue around the digits, holding his gaze and tilting your head back for a kiss when he removed them from your mouth moments later.

He waded back in the water as he kissed you, pulling you along and supporting your jelly legs immediately with his tail, happy that the shift between his legs and the tail took but a moment or two between.

He swam on his back, gently washing you as he looked upon you with a tender, pink eyed gaze.

“You look exhausted. Go on, rest. I will make sure I get you back to camp safely.”

You smile softly, kissing his pectoral, right over where you could hear his strong heartbeat. It's that same steady beating that took you by the hand and guided you into the realm of sleep, drifting off in his arms.

Seonghwa smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek, blinking when he noticed a patch of platinum scales that had formed over the round skin of your cheekbone.

“Oh, my. I didn’t think it would happen this soon.” He mused, wrapping his arms around you protectively. As you nestled into his chest, he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his lips.

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When you awake, you feel like your body is heavy. Warmth envelopes you and you cannot move anything below your shoulders.

Your eyes snap open and shoot downwards before you relax in an instant.

Seonghwa is sleeping, his head nestled on your chest as he laid between your legs, breathing evenly.

You smile softly, gently petting his head. He didn't budge, though you can hear telltale pleased clicking and purrs coming from him.

You admire him in this moment of quiet, caressing his ears, his cheeks, and his jaw. He pressed his face into your hands and opened his eyes minutes later, rumbling.

"Hello."

You smile as that gravelly voice finally rumbled into your ear.

"Hello, handsome."

He hummed, turning to kiss your palm. You smile and still your hands, just…taking him in.

"Your thighs have healed. I made sure." He yawned, slowly sitting up. You lament the loss of his warmth and the oddly comforting feel of his weight on yours, and instead tilt your head.

"Made sure?" You inquire, looking down to confirm there were no punctures in your thigh. There were none and an impressed sound left your lips. You truly didn't mind that much, honestly.

In a way, the slight sparks of pain were only flooded over by an even bigger wave of excitement and pleasure.

"I licked them until the wounds closed."

You blink. Seonghwa is stretching sore limbs beside you, the occasional dense pop confirming time wasn't standing still.

"Your magic does that too?"

He looked down at you.

"Only on other beings. It doesn't work on myself. This is why I needed to return to the water before for my own mortal wounds."

You think back. Seonghwa had definitely licked you before. A small flicker against your neck here, a drag against your hand there. Every time, you'd been too flustered to realize you'd even sustained any injuries in the first place, much more focused on the large SeaBorn licking you.

Seonghwa noticed your blush and smiled, cupping your chin.

"I'd like to take you somewhere today."

You tilt your head and blink a bit before nodding.

"Where are we going?"

"To meet some friends of mine. I have to ask them a few questions."

You perk. He hadn't mentioned any friends quite yet, and you looked down at yourself, suddenly worried about your appearance.

Seonghwa noticed and kissed the top of your head.

"Don't worry." He picked you up and you look down, finding an elegant flowing dress covering your body. It was an ombre of your favorite colors, light and breathable. As you shift slightly, you feel the familiar weight of your father’s knife once again returned to your thigh.

“You dressed me?” You inquire, looking at Seonghwa as he carried you through the treeline. Emerald eyes drifted down to meet yours before he nodded.

“I didn’t know if you’d catch a ‘cold’ or not from being naked through the night, especially after being in the water. Landlings and their lack of constitution can be rather concerning.”

You let out a small exhale and put your head on his collar.

“It’s hard to catch a cold when you have a massive SeaBorn sleeping on top of you.” You shoot back with no fire in your voice. Seonghwa tutted and looked forward.

“...I wanted to be close to you.” His voice came out quietly a few moments later. You raise your head, looking at him as best you could with the angle. He doesn’t meet your gaze this time, but you can see the telltale shimmer of pink in some of his scales.

“I always sleep beside you.”

“Closer.”

“Sometimes, there’s no space between us, Seonghwa. It’s rather warm and cozy, too.” You add, making sure he knew you didn’t mind the closeness. He lifted his chin a bit higher.

“....Closer.”

“Any closer and you’ll be inside of me, Hwa.”

You expected another sassy comeback, instead, Seonghwa glanced down at you, the edges of the emerald in his eyes tinged pink.

Oh.

You blush and break eye contact first, looking away. When you do, you realize he’d walked you to the beach. You look around curiously.

“By the way, where are your friends? I’ve never seen them and I was pretty sure we’d been up and down this place and I haven’t seen another…uh…person at all.” You mutter. Seonghwa hummed and chuckled, pointing to the water.

“You won’t find them on this island. I don’t know if everyone will be available, but Hongjoong is. Ocean knows he has nothing better to do.”

As if on a cue, a huge wave crashed into both of you, drenching you both in water. You shriek and cling to Seonghwa and he hardly seemed phased, lips quirking in one of his signature smirks.

“See? Nothing better to do. Come, just hold onto me. You can hold on tightly, I guarantee you won’t hurt me.” He told you, setting you down before he walked out into the water, diving in once he was deep enough. You follow close behind, diving in once you felt the telltale dip in the shelf of sand below your toes.

Seonghwa looked back at you, raising a clawed hand, golden and shimmering in the water. He took your hand and laced your fingers together with his, kissing your hand before he made a swirling motion around your head.

Like before, the water bent to his will, a bubble of air appearing over your head. You exhale and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him as he held both of your wrists securely with one of his hands, beginning his decent into the depths.

You look around in wonder, smiling as you see fish you never would have seen up near the surface. Your grip on Seonghwa tightened as some kind of shark swam in your direction, but the siren hardly batted a lash, watching with half lidded eyes as the shark meandered past both of you.

“Woah…”You murmur, relaxing once the threat had passed.

Below you, lights begin to catch your vision and you find that more interesting than the sealife above you.

There, formed from coral, are buildings. Rows upon rows of homes. You can see some of them swim past you as Seonghwa brings you into this village under the sea.

You get a few glances, some of the smaller seaborn with more aquatic features looking at you with wide eyes.

“The guppies, they’re interested in you.”

You blush and wave at the ‘guppies’, watching as they chirped and swam away behind an older SeaBorn woman. She looked at you with a curious gaze before seemingly locking onto your cheek and then smiling fondly, waving back at you.

There was a series of clicks that sounded through the water, but you frown, feeling like she was trying to communicate to you. Seonghwa looked in her direction and clicked back, his tail flowing elegantly as he slowed down.

“She’s complimenting you and welcoming you.” He translated, continuing on. You smile and wave at her again as he left the area.

“Seonghwa?”

“Mmm?”

“How did you learn to speak my language? Correct me if I’m wrong but it looks like you SeaBorn have your own language completely…how did you learn?”

“Eating humans.”

You blink. Seonghwa rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as he held onto you.

“Those who threaten the water of my homeland, those who get a little too close to this place while being uninvited, they must be dispatched. It may not align with what you may consider ‘humanity’, but that’s how it always has been. You protect your home with tooth and claw, no matter how far you go, you protect your home waters.” He explained, albeit a bit hesitantly, as if you would see him differently.

You hum.

He wasn’t ever a ‘human’, so it would be ridiculous to apply one’s sense of ‘humanity’ to him.

To be honest, Seonghwa had behaved with more decency and humanity in your short time together than any of those horrid men who threw you out to sea to die would ever achieve in their entire lifetimes.

“Are you afraid of me?” Seonghwa inquired, still rubbing your knuckles. You shook your head, instead hugging him tighter.

“No. Not at all. I just wish I knew what it felt like to have a home worth protecting.” You muse.

You cannot see the way Seonghwa’s eyes widen in surprise before he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your wrists, holding you securely as he sped up, swimming to the biggest building in the sea village.

When he swims past the door frame, you both are suddenly swirling in a black and white whirlpool. You let out a startled shout as you cling to him, closing your eyes. Seonghwa didn’t seem too concerned.

“What was that about having ‘nothing better to do?’” An unfamiliar voice comes from the swirling water and Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re doing a terrible job at refuting my point.”

“I remember you being a bit more fun than this. Whatever.”

The water stilled in an instant, and in its wake was a peculiar SeaBorn man. He had been smaller than Seonghwa in size, with a fin protruding from the back of his thick black and white tail. While not as shimmery and eye catching as Seonghwa’s, it certainly looked like it could do major damage if one were to be struck with it.

His hair was an interesting blue color, and you can see his eyes, which appeared to be pitch black at first, were a deep brown as he got close to your face to inspect you.

You don’t flinch away, looking back unafraid. Seonghwa wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“Mmm. I see. Your scents are already beginning to lace together. Is that why you’re here, my dear friend?” He inquired, looking over at Seonghwa. He nodded, sending a look over his shoulder at you. You’re have no idea what that means, so you only blink back at him before looking at his friend.

He smiled, his fangs just as sharp as Seonghwa’s. He extended a hand to you and chuckled.

“My name is Hongjoong. Thank you for taking such good care of my big angelfish right here.”

“I’m older than you.”

“And yet, who ended up being declared the leader?”

The two bickered and you watch them go back and forth, a smile spreading further across your lips. Honestly, they sound a bit like you and Seonghwa when you bicker amongst yourselves, too.

“My name is Y/n.” You introduce yourself, taking Hongjoong’s hand. He shook your firmly, careful not to harm you as he swum around the two of you with his hands behind his head.

“Pardon us, Y/n.” Hongjoong excused himself as he swam up to Seonghwa’s face, righting himself so he could speak to him. You could no longer understand them anymore, blinking owlishly as they conversed with a series of clicks and melodic sounds.

You’d of course, only heard Seonghwa sing, but now with Hongjoong beside them, and both of them conversing in their own beautiful way, you find yourself entranced at how well the melodies and notes bounce off one another.

Were all of Seonghwa’s friends SeaBorns? Now you’re curious how a group full of the beautiful race sounded as they conversed with one another.

As your mind wandered, Hongjoong smiled in interest.

“*+:｡.｡So, you’re courting a Landling. I never thought I’d see the day. Not with THE proud Park Seonghwa~ You left home with such a chip on your shoulder promising you never would, I almost took you seriously.｡.｡:+*”

“*+:｡.｡I swear I will go to Yunho instead if you’re going to be of no help.｡.｡:+”*

Hongjoong cocked a brow and swam around the two of you on his back once again, humming.

“*+:｡.｡Oh, please do. I’d love to see a SeaBorn learn how to court from a MoonChild. I’m sure it’ll go swimmingly.｡.｡:+*”

Seonghwa huffed before casting a glance at you. You still hardly noticed, taking in the beautiful interior of the room. Hongjoong watched him before he smiled and once again righted himself.

“*+:｡.｡What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tease you at least a little bit? I’ll tell you everything, stay here a sec. If you want this to work, you need a bit more than saliva and our precum to prepare her for what’s to come. After all, if you truly want to go through with this, she’s going to have to toss away that pesky humanity of hers.｡.｡:+*” Hongjoong made a face, tail swishing below him.

“*+:｡.｡If there’s anything I hate, it's watching my loved ones wither away when it’s completely avoidable. Anyway, stay here. ｡.｡:+*”

You look up as Hongjoong swam away, tilting your head curiously. You pull yourself closer to Seonghwa, cheek brushing against his.

“Are you alright?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded and turned his head, kissing you gently. You smile and melt against him, kneading his shoulders.

“Here we go~ You do know how to use this, right?” Hongjoong inquired, coming back to you and smiling as you inspect his hands. There was an hour-glass shaped bottle in his palm, a shifting golden liquid inside of it as he passed it along to Seonghwa.

“I do. I know. Thank you.” Seonghwa smiled and you look at him curiously. Hongjoong smiled and swam around you once more before settling in front. He seemed to enjoy doing that.

“*+:｡.｡And Seonghwa? Make sure to trim your damn claws. You’ll tear the poor girl up if you try prepping her as you are.｡.｡:+*” Hongjoong added. Seonghwa flushed and cleared his throat.

“We should head back. I don’t want the water pressure to start getting to Y/n.” He muttered, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile softly and squeeze closer. Your dress flowed along your legs, mimicking one of the tails of the SeaBorns. You wanted to tell him you were fine, but a yawn came from your lips instead.

Oh. Maybe you have gotten a bit drowsy…

Hongjoong made a motion with his hand, coal black claws pointing towards the door.

“Go on. And next time don’t take forever to come back home. If I didn’t hear you talking shit towards the ocean, I wouldn’t know if you’re dead or alive up there.”

Seonghwa took a look at you over his shoulder and smiled softly.

“*+:｡.｡I will be back sooner, I swear. Besides, SOMEONE has to look after our guppies if we have any.｡.｡:+*”

Hongjoong’s lip curled in faux disgust.

“Nevermind, don’t come back, call San or Yeosang.”

Seonghwa laughed as he began to ascend to the surface, holding the bottle of…whatever it was Hongjoong gave him tight in his other hand. He never let your hands go this entire time, a pleasant warmth settled in them despite the cool water. You kiss the corner of his jaw, feeling yourself dozing.

What an interesting thought. Falling asleep in water.

How…absurd….

Seonghwa heard you yawn once more, glancing over to find you completely asleep. He looked upon you with a tender gaze, swimming around to wrap his arms under your legs and arms, carrying you up to the surface quickly.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Seonghwa let you sleep without disturbing you, though when you awoke, you found yourself back in camp, a fresh dress on as the one you were wearing earlier blew in the wind, drying. You rub your eye, looking around and finding Seonghwa sitting near the river, grumbling as he washed something off. You mumble something incoherent as you come to, and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes their normal green.

"Oh, good. You're awake. I got some things for you." He rumbled, though he stayed seated near the water's edge, still cleaning.

You roll to your feet, walking over to him and taking a peek, blinking as he inspected several beautiful stones.

You blink, watching as he held one up to the sun to see the color it made as the light hit it. He grinned and finally held his hand out to you, placing them in your palm.

"This is peridot, this is amethyst, and this is grandidierite. This one is incredibly rare. I've had this since I was born."

You stare at the last stone, a beautiful greenish blue, in shock and immediately go to hand it back to him.

"It's valuable and probably sentimental to you, I can't possibly keep it-"

"My mother gave it to my father when they were courting. Then she gave it to me when I became of age. Now I'm giving it to you."

You stare at him. Your mouth flounders for a second before you look at the stone.

"Seonghwa…are you courting me right now?"

He arched a brow and hummed, turning his tail back into his legs, a hard-to-read expression on his face. You bite your inner lip and will yourself to keep your eyes above his collar this time.

This was a serious conversation, you didn’t need your mind wandering again.

"I have been since I found you. You don't have to accept them if you don't want to. Here," He extended his hand, waiting for you to give the stones back. Instead, you close your hand around them and hold them close to your bosom. Seonghwa arched a brow at you, a curious rumble leaving his chest.

"You can't just tell me these are a courting gift and then immediately ask for it back." You find yourself answering his unasked question. He let out a small hum before smiling and leaning close.

"Okay then, I won't. Tell me, Little Bird, what is your favorite color? Next, I'll look for stones of that kind."

You look at the gemstones in your hand and reach to touch his face with your free one, gently rubbing circles along his cheekbone. He seemed taken aback, though he didn't move from your grip, pink scales appearing once more, his eyes shifting again to that color from earlier, though it was definitely a few shades lighter.

He's flustered.

Despite the lack of tension in his body and his expression remaining curious, you're sure now this was probably the equivalent to him blushing.

"This is my favorite color. This pretty shade of pink. Can I see more of it?" You try your hand at your own flirtations, leaning up and pressing your lips to his cheek.

Seonghwa’s hands twitch at his sides as he looked down at you, pupils dilated slightly.

"Pink stone. Got it."

"No, not pink stones. Just you."

You can feel heat under his scales as he pressed his head closer into your palm, eyes half lidded.

"Just me."

You smile, setting the stones in your lap and holding his face with both hands as you run your thumbs over the curve of his cheeks.

He let you touch him without moving a muscle. Your fingers mapping out both soft skin and scales along with the strong line of his jaw, a smile coming to your face.

He really was the most gorgeous creature you'd ever encountered in your life.

"Y/n." You perk at his voice and lift your head.

"Yes?"

He began to sing, a beautiful symphony composed of one. He was the conductor and the orchestra, every rise and fall of his voice absolutely mesmerizing.

You also notice, his voice is clearer than it usually is, bold tones and immaculate whispers, each note blending into the one that came just before it. He held your gaze, and you can tell this wasn’t an enchantment.

No drifting off, no cloudy daze, your vision-and mind-remained crystalline as you watched him sing, his large hands placed over yours to keep you touching his cheeks.

Once he finished, the melody carried off with the wind, and he gazed down at you, not saying a word.

You may very well be going crazy, but that felt a confession of love.

Seonghwa rubbed your knuckles and smiled softly.

“I’d like to be yours, and for you to be mine.”

You feel your thoughts grind to a halt as you look at him. Seonghwa waited, not moving an inch as he held your gaze.

For a while, there’s nothing. And then, you feel tears roll down your cheek.

“Y/n?!” He startled. You throw your arms around him and hug him tight. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling softly as he nuzzled your head.

“Don’t cry so suddenly like that, you had me worried.” He murmured, kissing your temple. You turn your head to kiss him and once again, his eyes drift to your cheek.

What’s wrong? You keep looking at my cheek. Do I have a cut or something?” You inquire, reaching up to touch it. He opened his mouth to say something, but your fingers make contact before he can and you feel the smooth expanse of something unfamiliar to your own body.

Scales.

You flatten your fingertips against your cheek, lips parted as you caress the tiny patch. Your eyes drift back to Seonghwa’s and he coughed ever so slightly, looking down.

“I wasn’t aware it would happen when we…well, did everything last night, but it seems the more you and I are together intimately the…less…human you will be.”

You stare at him. His scales are pink as he avoided your gaze, coughing quietly. You touch your cheek again, trying to process his words slowly.

“Was it because of that pretty pastel stuff that came out of you?” You inquire. Seonghwa’s cheeks went bright red as he snapped his head back to look at you.

“Don’t call it ‘stuff’! That makes it sound weird!”

You look at him and smile, cupping his cheeks.

“You don’t get flustered like this so easy compared to me, but when you do, it’s adorable. You coo. Seonghwa huffed, though he didn’t pull out of your hands.

“Do not tease me. I’ve never-ugh. I just want to make sure you don’t regret this. The more we do this, the less you will be a ‘human’ and I….I don’t want you to hate me later for something like that. If we stop now, the scales will disappear in a week or so…” He’d offered the solution, but he clearly didn’t want to, and the smile training at your lips grew wider.

“Seonghwa, are you a virgin?”

Seonghwa nearly threw himself back, an offended, flushed look adorning his face as he gaped at you. You don’t say another word, his response was more than telling.

“I-What does it matter?” He narrowed his pink eyes at you and you push at his chest, happy you didn’t have to apply any more force and he got the hint, laying himself down. You crawl up his body, cupping his cheeks, a surge of confidence in your body.

“It doesn’t really matter. You won’t be for much longer.” You promise with a sweet kiss to his lips. Seonghwa let out a groan beneath you, holding your ass while you press yourself against his chest.

You lace your fingers in his hair, tugging firmly and smiling at the growl that trickled past his lips, teeth bared as you press kisses down his jaw and throat.

You can feel him hard against your thigh, and you hum, pushing your smaller body down and maneuvering until you could trap his cock between your thighs. He shuddered, his grip on your waist tightening as you rock your hips back and forth, leaving bites and kisses down his chest, running your fingers up and down his side to make him shudder.

“Y/n-”He growled out your name, the tone making excitement thrum in your veins as you clench your thighs together tighter. You can feel moisture against your navel as you rock your hips, and moments later, it’s followed by a deliciously sweet scent.

You decide to tease him, quickening your movements. He rewards you by grabbing your hips, grunting and rutting hard and fast against you. You moan, palms flat against his chest as you feel him push between your folds, thrusting the length of his cock between them. Your clit rubbed against every inch and you find yourself clawing at him without thinking, thighs shaking as you feel him thick and pulsing against you.

“Turn around. I want to taste you again.” He ordered, all traces of his flustered stammering gone. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes that made you ache, and you make haste in turning for him, raising your hips high for him.

Two massive hands come down on the globes of your ass cheeks, drawing a sharp gasp and cry from you before Seonghwa is dragging you closer to his face, panting the moment he caught your scent, snatching your dress up and over your ass. You gasp and nearly jolt off as he goes right for your clit, had it not been for his firm grip on your ass.

He let out a warning growl of protest, silently demanding to be able to enjoy his meal, and you feel a blush and the rise of a challenge hit you.

No matter how much he enjoyed eating you, certainly you couldn’t just sit back and let him remain neglected.

You curse your short stature, unable to get as firm of a grip on his cock as you had before, but once again, the pheromones and delectable tasting fluid running from the slit in his skin reminded you of your compromise.

Seonghwa all but snarled against you, hips twitching as you lean down and press a kiss to the fold of skin, mirroring his actions between your own legs. You can feel him throbbing just beyond it, but you decide to continue teasing, spreading the skin with your fingers and delving your tongue in deeper, the pheromones nearly dizzying as your tongue finds the slit of his cock.

“Y/n~” He practically sang against your pussy, his face already soaked as he greedily licked and ate you out. You grind your hips down, spreading your thighs apart wider as you repeat the motion, pushing your tongue in as deep as you can go, curling and twisting along his walls before curling your tongue along the barbs of his cock.

You flick with a ‘come hither’ motion, the dizzying scent of his pheromones making you clench and unclench on his tongue as you coaxed his cock out of it’s sheath, a purr leaving your lips as it slapped against your cheek, smearing essence against your skin.

You stare at his cock, shaking your hips for him as you lick him from base to tip.

The thought of losing whatever abstract form of humanity you had didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagine it would for most people. You’d seen the worst of humanity already, if tossing it aside meant you could stay here, entangled with your beloved, so be it.

You grab Seonghwa’s impressive length with your dominant hand, clawing at his inner thigh with the other as you try to see if you can get it further down your throat.

Seonghwa groaned, the sound coming out like a mixture of a whimper and a growl as you bobbed your head, tears slipping down your cheek from the strain.

You flatten your tongue along the base, bouncing enthusiastically as Seonghwa raised and dropped your hips, thrusting his tongue deep inside in a way that made you crave something bigger.

You touch your throat, shaking when you find he’s gotten it bulged from the size of it, and that realization is what pushed you over, clawing at his thigh and squeezing his cock at the base as you cum shakily.

Its more overwhelming than the first two from yesterday, and you realize, in embarrassment, that you’d squirted, looking back and finding Seonghwa’s face covered in your juices.

He stared up in a daze, panting as if he’d fought off a thousand sea beasts, tongue dragging along his lips and face, his scales deepening in color as his cock twitched in your hand, thick pearls of essence rolling from one and creamy cum from the second.

His eyes drifted back to your trembling pussy and it took you lifting your hips-ignoring the near feral growl the motion ripped from his throat-for him to focus on your face. You crawl back up to him, kissing him messily. Seonghwa’s pouting ended as quickly as it began once you kissed him, and you smile into it as you feel his big hands trail up and down your spine, squeezing, kneading, massaging.

Along your throat, more scales appear. Seonghwa brushed his fingers along them and you break the kiss to mirror him, feeling it yourself. He kissed down to your jugular, keening deep in his chest, clicking.

“*+:｡.｡ o…utiful….all….m….ne｡.｡:+*”

You stare at him, lips parted. You’re starting to understand the clicks and tones.

A sense of joy overflowed your senses and you throw your arms around him, kissing him feverishly as you press your hips down, dragging your core over one of his aching cocks.

Seonghwa groaned as you held his face, muttering incoherently, both in your native tongue and in his own, though you could only understand bits and pieces of the latter.

It seemed this part of the courting process had been going better than expected.

“More…I still want more.” He rumbled, eyes dark as he looked down at you. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose before moving to your hut, settling on your hands and knees and raising your hips up high.

“Can you get off like this? Rutting against me? I don’t think I can take even one of your cocks like this, let alone both…”You trail, ignoring the traitorous dribble of cum that fell from your pussy to the ground below at the thought. Seonghwa had wasted no time, grabbing your hips and pushing both of his cocks between your thighs, eyeing the way his girth kept your folds spread, your juices mixing with your own saliva and both his essence and precum as he thrust forward.

Each thrust of his hips made your thighs and ass jiggle from the contact, and you bury your head in the crook of your arm, moaning as you push down on both of his cocks as best you could with your free hand, making them rut against one another and keeping them flush against you.

Seonghwa growled your name, his tempo getting erratic and uncoordinated the longer he went until you finally feel him grip your hips tight, leaving finger-shaped marks along your skin as he finally unraveled behind you, making a mess of your hand and pussy as he came.

Your thighs shake as a smaller orgasm rolls through you, your body slumping forward as you try and force air back into your lungs. Seonghwa kissed up your thighs (stopping to take a sneaky lick of the mess you and he had made of your cunt), continuing past your ass, the small, yet deep dimples at the small of your back, along the groove of your spine, and stopping at the top of your head, holding your trembling body close to his firm one.

You turn your head to kiss him, tongue tangling with his as you purr from the taste of both of you lingering on your tongues. Seonghwa stayed close to you, eyes closing as he enjoyed the kiss.

When you finally part, Seonghwa smiled and nuzzled your neck, gently nibbling along the scales.

“I love you” He whispered.

You feel your heart stop and you look up. Seonghwa doesn’t look away from you and you smile, stealing a kiss.

“I love….I love you too.” You reciprocate, nestling yourself in his arms. Seonghwa rolled you onto your side, holding you close and keening.

“Rest. I’ll clean you up.”

You yawn and let yourself go, a carefree smile on your face.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The next two weeks of courting had been….exhausting in the best kind of way.

If you thought Seonghwa had been attached to you before, he certainly was glued on firmly, following you faithfully and bringing in extra rations of food and gemstones.

You had no idea where he kept getting these shiny rocks from, but by now you’d gotten an impressive collection, and had even turned some of them into jewelry with the help of a kit that had not-so-subtly washed to shore one morning full of bands, chains, and various other tools that could be used to turn your stones into much more.

You’d have to thank a certain orca SeaBorn later.

Seonghwa’s favorite place had been between your legs, with most of your mornings starting with him kissing you awake, those soft lips trailing down your body until he could hold you flush against his lips and ruin you, not stopping until you were trembling and in tears from the overstimulation.

Then, with a dazed smile (and a messy abdomen from cumming on himself), he’d kiss you tenderly, gently massaging your body free of any aches and pains before actually starting your day.

The night usually ended the same way, regardless.

Aside from that, Seonghwa had began the process of the SeaBorn courting process, washing you with some fragrant mixture he had made himself. He’d take care, making sure to wash you from head to toe, his claws one of his hands filed down to smooth, rounded tips.

You find out the reason why when he set you in his lap during one of your nightly bathings, groping and kneading your chest as his filed fingers rub your clit. Your breath hitched as you felt him slowly work his fingers in, licking and biting at your throat and shoulder as he worked you open, ignoring his own hardness pressed against your ass. He purred praises to you as you clench and squirm, and growled warnings, threatening to stop when the pleasure nearly made you close your thighs at other times.

You were going insane.

Looking between your legs, you can see your cum running between his fingers. How many times had it been today alone? Three? Four?

You arch, your sternum covered in beautiful scales as you feel your mind buzz in pleasure.

It was so good, so addicting.

But it was all just an appetizer. You wanted more.

Seonghwa set his chin on your shoulder, watching as you messily squirt the fifth overstimulated orgasm into his palm, smiling from ear to ear as you whimper his name along with tiny declarations of love. As he looked down on you, he can see your eyes, tinged pink with love just like the way his were for you.

With one final push, you two would be fully intertwined.

Seonghwa held you tight that night, promising to let you rest until the next crescent moon.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Just as the tides are controlled by the phases of the moon, those born within the ocean are also at the mercy of it.

The moment the sun set on this particular day, you feel something in you shift. Your skin felt…cold. Uncomfortably so.

Seonghwa is always warm.

You look around. He had gone out to grab more firewood. You’d heard a tree being downed not too long ago.

Not good enough. Where is he? It’s cold. Your mate is always warm, he can fix it.

You open your mouth, and without a thought, you begin to sing.

“✧˖*°࿐~♪”

Not too far off from camp, Seonghwa stopped short, eyes wide. The sound of a melody, brand new, yet familiar to him made every nerve in his body spark. He snapped his head to the left, singing back.

“✧˖*°࿐~♪” You continue to sing, swaying left and right. You can hear him, singing back to you, the notes weaving together in harmony.

You’re picked up ceremoniously as you sing, and you look down at Seonghwa, smiling as you cup his cheeks. His eyes are that lovely pink, his pupils a beautiful gold color. You smiled, bending down to kiss him.

“You sang to me.” He muttered against your lips. You feel your body warming, welcoming him in as your heart thrums in your chest.

“And you came.” You keen, nibbling his lip playfully. Seonghwa grabbed your chin, lifting it slowly as he rumbled, clicking deep in his chest.

“Will you be mine?” He rumbled, waiting before he made any further moves. You press your cheek to his palm.

“I already decided to be yours long ago. Don’t hold back.” You whisper. Seonghwa immediately laid you down on your back, plush pillows conjured from magic propping your head up. He made sure one was under your hips, towering over you as he bit the cork off of the curious bottle Hongjoong had given him before. You look at it before glancing up at Seonghwa.

“This will help me prepare you. If it’s too much, let me know, we can take it slower.”

You let your legs fall open, watching as he coated his fingers in the slick, honeyed fluid. It smelled sweet, but not nearly as sweet as his own essence. You didn’t complain, however, mewling as you feel him push his fingers inside of you.

Immediately, your mind is abuzz.

His tongue always felt hot, he’d explained his aphrodisiac properties before, but this was…a whole different beast.

You grab his wrist, not to push or pull, but to ground yourself as you feel him pumping two of his deliciously long fingers in and out of you. Seonghwa studied your face, licking his lips at the flush that adorned your cheeks and leaning down into your ear.

“I feel you, quivering in anticipation.” He growled, his voice lower than his usual speaking tone, though it still bounced around your head like a rubber ball.

“Clenching, unclenching, making a mess of my fingers. Begging for more. Can you call to me? Can you say my name?” He urged. You tilt your head back, panting as you reach to hold your legs open, giving him all the space and access he needs.

“Seonghwa~”

“Louder. Again. Call to me.”

He curled his fingers, pressing the golden aphrodisiac right against your sweet spot. Fire and electricity explode throughout your being, and you cry out, arching and grabbing his wrist tighter, your nails digging fruitlessly into his skin.

“Seonghwa!”

He groaned, focusing that spot deep inside of you as he kissed down your neck to your collar, leaving love bites in his wake.

“I never told you but…mmm…this is how I was able to find you. How I can always be there…when you call my name…I hear a chime. Distinct, strong, elegant. There’s no other sound in the world like it. No matter where you are, if you call my name, I’ll come running…or I suppose swimming, too. Its my second favorite sound in the world.” He chuckled, adding his third finger inside, stretching and curling them. You clench and whimper, making a mess of his fingers as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“W-what’s the f-first-ah! Right there nnn-” You cry out, clawing down his back. He chuckled against the skin of your breast, tongue curling over your areola before he took your nipple between his lips.

“The sound of your pussy gushing on my tongue and your moans right before you cum for me. Its a tie.” He answered honestly, looking up into your eyes, unshaken by his own confession. You whimper and pull his hair, yanking him up into a needy and wanton kiss.

“More…Seonghwa please, I need-mmm more than your fingers-” You whine, feeling his cock throbbing against your core. Both of you look down, finding his tip angry and flushed pink, now leaking the same essence as the one usually hidden from view.

Are these the effects of the crescent moon for a courting SeaBorn?

You reach and grab his cock, pumping it in your small hand and smiling up at him as he inhaled sharply through his fangs. You kiss him, again and again until he took the hint an parted his lips, letting you slide your tongue in while you teased both of you by rubbing the crown of his cock along your folds, coating it in your precum.

“Hurry,” You exhale, breaking the kiss only when your lungs screamed for air. Seonghwa pulled his fingers free, licking and sucking them clean, the gold in his pupils deepening while he coated his cock in the aphrodisiac.

“I love you.” He whispered, pressing against your entrance. You feel the pressure, the weight against it, and it took every fiber of your being to not hook your leg around his hip and pull him flush inside.

Instead, you cup his face, rubbing your nose tenderly against his.

“I love you too.”

He repeated himself, whispering ‘I love yous’ amongst kisses that felt like blooms of electricity against your skin.

Just as you open your mouth to insist he hurry, he slowly pressed into you.

You clench despite yourself, and Seonghwa groaned above you, clawing into the blankets he’d made for you as he fought to rein in the primal instinct to claim you as quickly as possible.

The night was young, and no matter how much the pulses of the moon swayed him, he would not bend to his instincts.

On your end, your mind nearly blanked as you feel every inch of him stretch and fill you. You feel your breath coming in short puffs as you drag your nails down Seonghwa’s back, a broken song of desire tumbling from your lips as you feel his balls finally settle against your ass.

Seonghwa’s eyes are closed above you, his teeth gritted as he pulsed inside of you. You glance down, gushing as you see the telltale bulge in your stomach from the size of his cock.

And it's just one.

You pull yourself up for a kiss, distracting and grounding you both as you spasm around him, clenching and stretching to accommodate him. The aphrodisiac certainly helps, as you realize you weren’t taking as long to adjust to having him inside of you.

Seonghwa finally regained his senses, pulling his cock out only a quarter of the way before rocking his hips forward. The motion drew a pleased shout from you, your breasts bouncing from the force. He repeated a few times, panting and clawing at the dirt before he began to set a deep, hungered pace.

You moan and let your head fall back, feeling every shift and move of his cock inside of you. Seonghwa’s hand moved down, caressing your body sensually as he rumbled and panted above you, pressing your foreheads together.

He didn’t say a word, simply holding your gaze as he moaned for you. In this moment of intimacy, you feel a swell in your heart.

Seonghwa stopped instantly when he saw you crying in his arms. His brows pulled up and he cupped your face, wiping your cheeks.

Before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss his palm, tears slipping down your cheek.

“I’m just…overwhelmed. To go from being cast aside to die to this…having someone look at me like I’m their world…it’s a lot. I promise, I’m not in pain. I actually want you to go faster.” You coo, kissing it once more as you meet his eyes. Seonghwa studied your face for a while before he gently pulled out of you, anyway.

You frown and protest immediately, but Seonghwa simply rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh up as he straddled the other, guiding his cock back to your greedy hole and pushing in with less fanfare compared to the first time,

When he does, the air escaped your lungs once more, your back arching as Seonghwa held your ankle in one hand, keeping you spread wide for him as he rutted his cock deep inside of you.

“Seong! H-hwa!” You cry out, voice jerking with his thrusts, your lips parting as pathetic noises fall from your lips. Seonghwa kissed your ankle, trailing up to your thigh, biting the skin of it as he pounded into you, groaning.

“You feel so…grrrrnnn….so good… so tight for me.” He growled, sweat rolling down his skin. You bite down on your knuckle to stifle the moans falling from your lips, feeling the trickle of liquid from the force.

“Ah ah. Careful.” He tutted above you, leaning over slowly and making your body stretch with him, your eyes widening as you feel his heavy cock press deeper as he took your hand, dragging his tongue over the silver blood that had dribbled down them from your bite.

Silver.

Your eyes widen in joyful surprise as you watch him, realizing your blood had changed as you courted. Seonghwa suckled on your fingers, eyes flickering down to you, kissing you heatedly, reaching to rub your clit as he had you distracted.

You jolt and gasp, lips trembling as Seonghwa dropped your thigh, pulling out and rolling you with your back splayed out on the blanket once more. He held your thighs open, speeding up and growling sweet nothings to you as he watched your face closely.

You probably looked ruined, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth fell open, fangs protruding as you feel the sloppy mess between your legs, both you and Seonghwa chasing your orgasms. Liquid had undoubtedly ran between the two of you, soaking his balls and making the rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ of it against your hips sound wet and somehow lewder as you clung to his arms.

“Right there, right there, yes yes Seong-” You throw your head back as he pressed into your sweet spot, hips angling just right once he did, speeding up so much he had to hold your hips to keep you from sliding from the force of his thrusts.

“Don’t hold it back, beautiful, I got you, I’m right here with you.” He gritted out through his fangs, eyes flicking back and forth between your face, the alluring bounce of your breasts, and the absolute mess between your legs where you both were joined.

You reach for him, seeking his presence as you tumble towards an orgasm that was undoubtedly more earth shattering than the first.

Seonghwa leaned down, kissing you until both of you were panting, keeping his head tucked in the crook of your neck, letting you tug and pull his hair for purchase as you clamp around his cock, cumming with a pleasured scream that pushed him over the edge alongside you.

The pleasure that washed over you made your mind go completely numb, your arms tightening around Seonghwa as you shook and felt a few smaller orgasms chase after the first. Heat flooded inside of you, cum, essence, and the golden aphrodisiac mixing and swirling deep inside you.

With your newly heightened senses, the scent of sex is dizzying.

You want more of it.

Your eyes drift down to Seonghwa’s second cock, thick and throbbing and already unsheathed from his first orgasm and arousal, drooling against your navel in a way all too familiar.

Seonghwa seemed to be one step ahead of you, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of the aphrodisiac. You nearly growl at him as he pulled out again, but he simply flipped you over, setting pillows under your hips. You blush at the position, feeling yourself leaking from your gaping entrance.

Seonghwa growled, unable to resist leaning down and chasing the beautiful fluid with his tongue before pushing into your cunt and delving in.

You gasp and arch higher, though Seonghwa stopped himself from eating you out this time in lieu of emptying the contents of the bottle on his cocks. You hear the sound, the slickness and raise your hips, shaking subtly.

“Patience. I’m trying to not absolutely ravage you.”

You narrow your gaze and spread your legs wider apart.

“Seonghwa if you don’t get on with it and breed me like I deserve-”

Oh my, now where did that come from?

Seonghwa’s eyes darken behind you, pushing one of his cocks back inside, drawing a moan of relief. You hardly have the time to taunt him into giving you even more before he’s guiding the second to your stuffed hole, slowly sliding in and stretching you much more than you expected.

Its almost embarrassing, the whorish and raw groan that the sensation pulled from your chest, your claws leaving shreds in the blanket and even the stone below you both.

Seonghwa held your hips, giving you time to adjust and stretch a bit, the aphrodisiac and his essence once again helping you loosen up. Its the roll of your own hips that spurn him to move, to finally give you what you’d been waiting for.

Once he finally does move, it’s a much different pace than before, each thrust hard and nearly feral as he held you close to his chest, rubbing your clit in quick circles as he swore and growled in your ear.

“Goodness look at you rrrnn…gush and squirt on my cocks. To think both of your mouths would be making a mess, drooling for me. I’m just as happy, darling.” He keened, reaching around to stick his fingers in your mouth. He let you suck and bite at them, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers.

You feel your mind blurr into mush, your senses completely overtaken with pleasure and need. Your thighs shook and you could feel every inch of his girthy cocks pounding into you, sometimes with enough strength to completely knock the wind out of your lungs.

Your voice had broken, raw and needy as you beg him not to stop. Go faster, angle right there, keep going, don’t stop until both of you were spent.

Seonghwa pressed down on your stomach, and you cum abruptly when you can feel the bulge of his cocks in your stomach.

The larger man looked down at you, adoration swirling in his lustful eyes and with one motion, he hooked his arms behind yours, pulling up until you were on your knees, sitting you on his cock after picking your body up.

“Ngh!” You cry out, drooling as you feel his cocks settle inside, the last strand of control snapping in your mind as you focus on chasing pleasure for both him and you. Your body moves on its own, notes of love and lust bouncing around the straw walls of the hut as you shakily sing through your moans, letting him thrust up and fuck into your ruined body.

You eagerly clench, but with a delighted giggle, you find his cocks much too big for it to have the same effect, completely shaping you like him as he rose his voice to sing with you, every groan and praised word sending sparks flying up and down your spine.

When he finally came again, your mind blanked completely, your body locking up and tears streaming down your face as a blissed out smile stretched across your lips.

You find later that the peculiar base of his second cock is actually a knot, and it nearly made Seonghwa pass out himself as it pulsed inside of you, trapping all of his cum, essence, and the golden liquid deep inside of you along with his second cock.

He let you go, holding you so you didn’t fall forward face first as he shuddered, hips twitching ever so slightly. You were completely fucked out of your mind, trembling as you panted, trying to catch your breath.

Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, rubbing your hips as he willed his own to stop moving and be still.

He looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, kissing your head as he covered you protectively, locked into place behind you.

“*+:｡.｡I love you, so much, Y/n｡.｡:+*” He muttered. You squeeze his hand, the grip of sleep dragging you under its influence.

He certainly wasn’t expecting a tired series of clicks and coos in response.

“*+:｡.｡Love…you too…Seonghwa.｡.｡:+*”

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WARNINGS: psychopathic tendencies, yandere!harry, psycho!harry, stockholm!syndrome, knife play, adrenaline rush, blood, condescension, degradation, sexual content, orgasms, etc. ****IF YOU ARE NOT COMFY WITH THIS PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!!******

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals Animals Like animals-mals

She's thanking the heavens she ran track all of high school. Her legs burned but she could care less, she had to keep running. He was hot on her tail but she didn't dare to look back.

Finally reaching a dark alley she turned into and ran into the dumpster, shoving herself in between the trash bags.

Disgusting? She knows that, but it's better than being found. Especially by him.

She heard his footsteps coming closer, his voice in a such a sweet tone it was sickening. "Maybe you think that you can hide I can smell your scent for miles." He spoke with a large grin plastered on his face. His fingers covered in blood, her sweet scent all over him. He licked the blood off of his fingers and wiped his knife clean with the towel he carried in his pocket.

"I will find you doll. You know you're way safer with me than out here in this scary world. What if someone kidnaps you?" Sarcasm laced his voice as he asked that rhetorical question. That's how she got here in the first place.

"You know I love you!" He cooed. "And you know I'll take good care of you." He was starting to grow impatient. His hands gripped the handle of his knife, twisting it anxiously. "I'll give you until the count of three to come out. Or things won't end nicely for you."

Silence.

"One." She slowly steadied herself and prepared to make a run for it Would she make it past him and have enough time? Who knows.

"Two." This was her last chance to freedom.

"Last chance puppet." She wasn't taken any chances, she lifted the garbage lid and booked it.

"That's it. I"m done playing nice." He chased after her, knife in his hand and his eye burning with anger. He wanted her back. He needed her back. He owned her.

Baby I'm preying on you tonight. Hunt you down eat you alive.

Making a bee line throughout the ally way, she could hear him getting closer. "You can run, but you can't hide"

“Help! Help me! Somebody help me!” She screamed as she ran through the dark alleyway. There was a small corner store that still had lights on, this was her only chance. Her legs were aching, her chest felt like it was on fire but it would all be worth it.

Almost there.

“Gotcha. Didn’t think you’d get away from me that easily did you?”

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it��s basically a stockholm syndrome story. harry’s a psycho who’s in love and doesn’t take no for an answer. lmk what you think! like, repost and comment if you’d like! tysm for your support!

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Don't like don't read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Silently stalking closer i planned to just grab it and get back to where i left Robin i was startled by a Loud shout of.

“HELP HELP I’M KIDNAPPED SOMEONE HELP THEY TIED TO A TREE”

The deer of course ran away as soon as the wailing started and I was left once again without anything to eat.

At this point it was a wonder that i did not feel any Hunger Pains but i sure WAS feeling Angry now as this was the second time i got interrupted while getting something to eat.

All but Dashing through the surrounding greenery not caring if the branches cut my skin I waltzed into the clearing I had left Robin in, who was still shouting but stopped when he saw me.

Yanking him from the tree and holding him in front of my face i hissed angrily

“What’s the big idea? you WANT some Monster to come get you? Because of your screaming I lost the Deer i was hunting so I didn’t get anything to eat yet again! do that one more time and you’re the one to replace the meat, got it?!”

He was looking at me thoroughly horrified and with tears beginning to form in his eyes while he shook in my hand struggling to breathe from me holding him a bit too tight

“I’m sorry! I'm Sorry! I saw a Road and thought if someone was there they would get me free! I’m sorry! i didn’t know you already had seen something I'm sorry! please don’t kill me”

He cried out, starting to weep softly to himself.

Looking at the weeping boy in my grasp I started to feel a bit guilty for scaring him like this.

I changed how I held him so he could breathe easier and instead cupped him to my chest next to my heart, sighing.

“I’m not gonna kill you, just don’t scream like that again okay?”

I tried to calm him down while not looking at him.

The entirety of this nonsense was Harder than I thought, I never had to take care of another living being and I did not know what to do.

“Look i apologize for shouting at you but i got angry and i really haven’t had anything of sustenance in three days I'm surprised my stomach didn’t just eat itself yet”

He was still curled up but he stopped weeping into my shirt but he kept refusing to look at me.

“Also, you mentioned a road? I don’t think there’s supposed to be anything this far out? Can you point me to it?”

He looked up and pointed towards a place a bit down the slight slope we were on and I could actually see a sort of path there.

“Can you stay quiet this time when I check that out?”

I asked him softly and started walking to where he pointed at me trying to be as quiet as I could once again.

Robin still didn’t really look at me but he did keep quiet until we reached what did look like a small road in the middle of a forest but it was far more muddy than any human made path and had no footprints that could belong to any sort of human.

It did however have lots of animal prints like Deer and what i assumed to be wolves

“this is an animal trail! oh that’s actually lucky!”

Robin finally looked at me, suddenly seeming a bit more eager to do something.

“So you mean we can set a trap here?”

“i guess but i have no idea how to make one though”

I admitted to him and tried to think of other ways to catch something, Maybe I should try to just ambush it?

“I know how to make one! i can tell you how, but uhh you need the rope for that”

I looked back at him and considered what he told me,

On one hand he could use this to try to escape again.

On the other hand, the trap I’d be making had a chance to actually work and I could still just hold him to prevent him from running away.

“Alright fine if you know how to do it tell me”

I started unraveling the rope around him as I spoke and made sure to hold onto him as the last of it fell down.

“oh.. well you need two tree trunks and some sticks also a rock”

he started to explain while he clung to one of my fingers that were holding him and just generally tried to move his arms that had been bound since yesterday.

Picking up everything he asked me one handed and putting it in a heap next to the trail, I still had no idea what type of trap this would make.

“soo now explain to me what to do and i will build it as you tell me but no funny business got it?”

He nodded and started instructing me on how to build the Trap.

As I went along with his instruction I realized that the Trap consisted of the principle of just smashing whatever walked through between the two trunks I had to get.

Well that would definitely be effective albeit a bit Grim.

“I think it looks good! you’re not a bad builder!”

Robin’s praise at my building skills caught me a bit off guard but I regained my composure just as fast.

“Now we wait somewhere and for the love of all the rivers of Hell be quiet this time!”

He nodded and put his hands over his mouth to show that he would be as silent as possible.

looking around and deciding to just walk around a fair bit away from the trap to wait if it catched anything, as well as try to find some edible plants in the meantime.

Walking through between the stocky old trees while Robin just hung limply in my grasp, apparently rather bored I eventually found a patch of dandelions not too far from the trap.

“Hey look, those are edible, do you want some?”

Robin looked at when i was pointing and the asked confusedly

“they’re edible? i thought they were just some weeds”

“no they’re perfectly edible i think some of the poorer people in Tunstead used them to make salads and i’ve had my fair share of them too”

I told him and proceeded to sit down next to the Flowers, ripping a few of their stems.

Gods the Blossom looked absolutely miniscule in my Hand, a single one didn’t even cover my fingertip anymore when they used to fit perfectly in the middle of my palm.

Sitting Cross Legged on the grass I set Robin in front of me.

“don’t run i WILL catch you”

“i don’t think i could outrun you, your legs are longer than i’m tall”

He also sat on the ground and started ripping flowers out of the dirt and started fiddling with them.

“Donovan? What did you do that the Lady at the market flipped out like that? the way she screamed made it sound like you stabbed someone to death or something”

Ah yeah that question had to come up sometime as neither of the Guards could have actually seen what had happened

“i stole a piece of Bread and the Lady saw my pointy ears so i guess that's enough to make someone scream bloody murder”

I decided to answer honestly as there really was no point in lying and I’ve never been one to outright deceive people.

“thats…Thats it? with how the Lady was screaming it sounded like you murdered her Husband or something”

he was still fiddling with the Dandelions in his hands but seemed a lot more at ease upon finding out that i had not killed anyone

I continued picking up the flowers and stuffing them into my mouth even if it was such a small amount compared to my new size.

Glancing down now and again to make sure Robin stayed put, I saw him having that 100 yard stare again while he just messed with the flowers in his hands.

I was not sure if i should say something or nudge him but he did say that this happened rather frequently so i left it be.

At least until a Booming sound echoed through the forest making me flinch and he let out a rather adorable high pitched squeak.

I decided not to comment on it and instead tried to think of something that could make such a sound while scooping him into my Hands once again while standing up.

“uhh i think that was the trap? should we look?”

Robin pointed out nervously and shakily held the flowers he was fiddling with a few seconds ago which I now saw had been made into a Flower Crown, which fell to the ground as I stood up.

“sure, i hope it got something in it though”

I did really hope the trap got something as I’ve been running on basically nothing for three days now, even if strangely enough I still did not feel any hunger whatsoever, pushing it off as stress from being a Giant I went back to where the trap was with Robin in my hand.

This was getting inconvenient but my shirt had no pockets so I would just have to deal with it.

Getting to the Trap it did indeed work as there was something that Resembled a Boar even if it had its skull smashed in by the Tree Trunks that were used to build this thing.

The only recognizable feature in its face were the Tusks.

The overall size of this thing was also impressive as it was longer than Robin was tall, about seven feet in length.

“Jackpot, that thing got a lot of meat on it don’t you think?”

I grinned down at Robin who was staring at the Animal with an unreadable expression.

“i didn’t think this would have enough strength to just pulverize a skull”

He admitted and looked in sort of horrified realization at it while I tried to pry our catch free one handed.

I succeeded in pulling the Boar out between the Logs but the motion caused blood to spill from its smashed skull running over my fingers and making the Scarlet liquid stick to my hand.

Gross, I hoped I could find a way to clean that.

Walking away with both hands occupied, I went back to the little clearing the Dandelions were in and nabbed a few branches with the hand that held the boar so we could make a fire.

However, upon setting things up I realized that I was way too big to properly prepare the meat.

Robin was staying unusually quiet and just kept staring at the Boar before he asked

“Can you carve it at your size? Do you even have a knife?”

“No to both of those but if i give you a knife and you promise not to use it to attack me would you prepare it? i would probably just mess it up with my too big Hands”

I knew giving him anything sharp at all would be a risk but at this point it had been three and a half days since i had anything to eat and i knew that a body couldn’t just function on nothing.

Reaching into my pocket and Giving him his Dagger back for the time being I set him in front of the Boar so he could get to work while i tried to make a fire,

but I never took my eye off of him for long to ensure he would not suddenly run up and stab me.

It took quite a few tries but eventually i managed to get a fire going just as Robin told me he was done

“What am I supposed to do with the guts? i don’t want to leave them next to the Campsite, who knows what monster might get Lured by the smell”

He did have a point in that so I started to dig a hole to bury the bloody entrails.

As Robin stood up I noticed that his front was soaked in Boarblood so I took my Handkerchief out once again.

“you’re also kinda bloody wash up with this while i cook”

I tossed the cloth at him and he started trying to get all of the blood off himself with the oversized fabric while we waited for the meat to cook.

When the meat was finally done and I took it off the fire the Sky had started to take on a magenta hue which only intensified as I extinguished the flames with some of the dirt I had dug up earlier.

Not really knowing how to share this thing I simply ripped off a leg and gave it to Robin who took it rather awkwardly from me and tried to just bite chunks out of it while I tried to think of a way to eat my portion as I could not possibly pull the meat off the bones.

In the end I just shoved it into my mouth, biting the Boar in half, crunching on it firmly, easily destroying bones that would have been too large to even be put in my mouth before.

Robin just looked at me with a rather horrified expression as I stuffed the second half of the Boar in my mouth.

He only managed to eat about half of the leg, maybe a bit less and just held the leftovers out to me.

“im done, you can have this also”

I carefully took the half eaten leg from him with two fingers and devoured it in a single bite.

“so uh i think we should camp here for the night cause i don’t want to walk through these woods when it’s dark”

I went to take the rope out again so we could repeat yesterday’s spiel.

“Can we not tie me up this time? i hate trying to sleep while bound its uncomfy and i get that pins and needles sensation in my arms”

He tried to persuade me so I wouldn’t tie him up overnight again but I knew he would bolt the second I closed my eyes even if he had been strangely placid this whole time.

“sorry but no i want to be able to sleep without you running away and getting an entire army to murder me”

I told him as I tied him up, once again using the spare shirt to cover his arms.

He was trying to look Grumpy but it just ended with him making a pouting face again.

“I hope this Night is gonna be warmer, the last one made me freeze my ass off and now the Blanket is all bloody”

“Well you can use me as a giant space heater i guess”

Lying down on my back, I simply put him on my chest and laid a hand over him like a tent so he wouldn’t roll off.

“here this should work, also if we find a river i’ll wash the ‘Blanket’”

“Thank you? though i do hope this night is warmer”

He curled up under my Hand and for a second I got the Mental image of a little mouse but shoved it away.

“i can hear your heart from here”

The quiet admission had me perk my pointy ears as I glanced down at him.

“yeah i guess, i have two of them”

“you what? but I only hear one?”

He looked at me incredulously as I told him about it.

“well yeah only one works, some of my organs are doubled i also have four kidneys, well three now since some fucker drugged me to sell it to an Alchemist, I’m glad i managed to break that guys nose before he gutted me completely”

I chuckled grimly at the memory of lying on a cold table and someone cutting into my side before just punching the guy.

“So you just… have more organs than you need???”

He seemed extremely confused over this.

“I suppose that’s one way of putting it but I still would like to keep my insides… well inside”

I did not know why I was telling him this stuff.

After all, when the week was over I’d let him run back to Tunstead and would never see him again.

Though it had been a long time since i could talk to something that was capable of responding so i guess i was just bored with the silence.

I closed my eyes and laid there for a bit knowing that Robin would not be able to get down with me literally as his mattress.

Shortly before i conked out i could feel him lying his head over my heart, glancing down i saw him having that distant stare again, and after about a minute he closed his eyes as his breathing fell into a calmer rhythm indicating that he had fallen asleep.

That was fast, I thought before falling asleep myself.

The next morning I was awoken by sunlight hitting my face and I tried to get up before remembering that Robin was still on my chest.

Looking down i saw that he was still sleeping so i nudged him with finger to get him to wake up

“mmm nrmm ten more minutes”

he just rolled over and gripped my shirt as if trying to use it as a blanket.

“Wake up, sun is out and i want to get going”

I nudged him again and this time he groggily lifted his head blinking owlishly at me

“Wwha? oh… OH! uh good morning?”

He tried to awkwardly Greet me as he tried to get up but fell over as he was still bound with the rope.

I nabbed him off my chest before he could tumble down from it.

“good morning to you as well i thought Guards were supposed to get up at dawn?”

“Uh usually Arthur wakes me up im not a morning person”

He yawned and tried to stretch as much as he could before the rope stopped him.

“Well let’s get going then i want to see if we can find water today, the Waterskin you have is almost empty and i want to wash the Blanket you used”

I really hoped we would find a river or at least a pond today so I could also wash my Handkerchief / Robins Blanket as it had started to just flake off bits of dried blood.

Standing up and making sure Robin didn’t fall off I stretched my muscles and tried to figure out in which direction to go to find some water, in the end I decided to just continue the path I took yesterday.

Picking up everything including the ragged Boarskin as it could be useful later I started to Marching troughs between the trees.

At some point i heard a distant noise like something falling down, At first I thought that it was just a random animal until it happened again and after a few seconds again.

“Do you hear that? any idea what that could be?”

I asked Robin who shook his head and stared into the direction the noise was coming from.

“What if it’s one of the monsters that live here? i don’t wanna go there”

He all but whispered to me.

“I’m going to check it out but you can wait here if you want”

I was Really curious but I also wanted to make sure that IF there was something this close to us we wouldn’t be ambushed out of nowhere by a being we had never seen before and wouldn’t know how to defend against.

“you’re insane! What if you die? what if it nabs ME and runs away to kill me???”

Robin tried to get me to not check out a potentially deadly creature but I really didn’t want to end up surprised in the middle of the night by whatever that was.

“its fine, and i said you could stay here while i look what that is im just gonna put you in a tree again”

I picked a random tree and tied Robin between two branches before stepping back and turning to face the noise.

“I’ll be right back don’t worry it’s probably just another Boar or another big animal”

I tried to reassure him before leaving in the direction the Sound was coming from quietly prowling through the Forest.

Hitting my toe on a protruding boulder I cursed under my breath as I got closer to the source of the Thumping noise only to see something that at first glance looked like a fox with deer antlers on its head.

On a second look it was the size of a horse, had hooves, a cow tail and something that looked to be mushrooms growing out of its back.

I’d never seen something like this before and it was currently headbutting an old tree that was wider than I was tall resulting in the thumping noise I had heard.

As it assaulted the tree branches fell off to the ground, and I could see that they were almost spilling over with maggots.

Eww.

The Maggots didn’t stay there for long as a flock of magpies immediately descended upon it picking it clean in just a minute if not less.

I had no idea what I was watching but decided it best to just leave, backing up I stepped on a branch, the snapping noise alerting the fox/deer creature who whipped its head around in my direction.

I didn’t dare breathe as it looked at me with a head that at first resembled that of a Wolf but with four eyes and a pair of tusks, it blinked and then ran away in the opposite direction, the Magpies following swiftly.

I had no idea what I just witnessed but I did not have time to think about it either as a wordless, blood curdling scream echoed through the woods coming from the place I had left Robin in.

Immediately assuming that there were more monsters that might not be as shy as the one i just saw i sprinted in an adrenaline fueled dash back to where i left him not caring that my face got cut by branches and only shielding my eyes when necessary.

Arriving within seconds where the screaming was coming from, I could at first not make out any sort of danger just Robin still dangling from the tree but screaming like he was murdered.

Coming to a halt next to him and trying to figure out what was happening I saw that a big Spider was climbing down a thread in front of his face and him trying as best as he could to stay as far away as possible.

Not recognizing the species but assuming that it must be extremely venomous for Robin to scream like this, I snatched him away from the spider, not daring to touch the Arachnid in case it had enough venom to kill me.

Stepping a fair distance away and putting him on the ground while trying to see if Robin had been bit by it, but he tried to curl up and had started to hyperventilate

“hey! HEY did it bite you?!”

Nudging him I tried to at least get him to tell me if he was bit but he continued to Hyperventilate with tears in his eyes.

“Okay calm down the thing is gone you can calm down now!”

He didn’t seem to hear me or anything at all really and I worried that he would lose consciousness if he kept breathing like this.

“Okay, try to copy me? it’ll help i promise”

I just hoped it would work as he started to wheeze between his Breaths i tried to show him a breathing pattern that would help calm him down.

Breath in four seconds.

Hold for seven.

Then out for eight.

I repeated this until he started to mimic it and eventually his breathing normalized.

He was still wheezing a bit but he was getting enough air now and slowly going back to normal.

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