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barbedbetty · 2 years

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Stay with Me

Halbrand x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Semi rough, semi public, p in v, a little dirty talk, sex on an anvil bc c’mon, oral (fem receiving)

Y’all gotta forgive me, I just saw the new ROP yesterday and so this was not reviewed

When I first met Galadriel and Halbrand in Numenor, I had a strange mix of feelings about them.

Galadriel is kind and compassionate and fierce, she carried herself with confidence that I could only dream of having.

Halbrand on the other hand was more mysterious, he was constantly watching everyone. A lot like me I suppose, I grew up in my fathers forge and while most girls weren’t in the Navy, it wasn’t forbidden. He was spending a lot of time with my father watching him work and helping him with a few projects. I did think he was handsome but I steered away from him, he was a stranger to our island and I didn’t want to get attached.

Or so I thought, once I volunteered to go to the Southlands to fight with Galadriel, he was taking more interest in me.

I remember how Halbrand looked at me when I signed up for the voyage and he was waiting in the archway of my fathers forge that night.

“My father is away for the night.” I said as I walked past him. I set down a few things from the market and I saw him from the corner of my eye turn to face me.

“I didn’t come to see him.” He said in a low tone. “Why did you volunteer to go to the Southlands?”

I paused and turned to look at him. He looked ever more handsome with the moonlight behind him and his green eyes almost glowed in the firelight.

“I thought an adventure might be fun.” I smirked at him and he smiled.

“War is an adventure?” He came closer and I could smell the saltwater still drying on his skin.

“War is a part of life, it brings peace when done correctly.” I said quietly.

“I agree.” He reached out and gently grasped my chin, he tilted my head up so I was forced to hold eye contact.

He leaned toward me and it was like time stood still, he moved closer and closer and I was frozen in place. When his lips touched mine, it felt like my blood was on fire and then everything was moving too fast.

His fingers quickly went from my chin to my neck and I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders and yanked him towards me.

His kiss stole the air from my lungs and I was not complaining. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me backwards till the back of my thighs hit the large anvil.

He pulled his lips away and kept his grip on the back of my neck. He glanced down at the anvil and I could see his pupils get bigger and he looked back at me with a hunger that almost frightened me.

“If you want me to stop, tell me right now.” He said in a deep tone while holding my neck tighter with one hand and slowly lifting my skirt with the other. “Once I start, I will not stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I whispered and grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.

He easily lifted me to set me on the anvil and yanked my skirt up as far as he could. I reached down to untie his belt but he grabbed my wrists in a shockingly tight grip and shook his head.

“Not yet.” He whispered.

Before I could even let out a breath, Halbrand knelt before me and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and started licking my cunt.

I cried out and gripped the anvil as tight as I could. He held tight to my thighs and moaned as his tongue made indecipherable designs in my folds, I felt him groan into me and I wanted to scream.

Everything felt amplified, I’d never experienced anything like this before. My skin felt like it was on fire, his tongue was erasing thoughts from my mind until there was only him. I could hear people laughing in the pub across the road and see dust floating through the firelight, I looked down and Halbrand was looking up at me. When we made eye contact, he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside me and I moaned out loud, I bit my lip and leaned my head back. His nail bit into my flesh but there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I felt nothing.

He moaned again and I felt my climax coming, so fast that it almost scared me. I tried to tell him to slow down but every time I could get a syllable out, he pushed his tongue further inside me and curled it against that one perfect spot and I almost blacked out.

Too soon, he tugged my thighs as tight as he could, he growled against my clit and curled his tongue over and over and over until I saw stars and my vision went white. My muscles grew tighter than ropes on a sail and I covered my mouth with one hand to try and keep my scream as quiet as possible.

I was still panting when Halbrand stood up, slowly lowering my legs from his shoulders and he licked his lips slowly before taking my hand off my mouth and kissing me slowly.

“Halbrand.” I whispered he pulled away.

“Y/N.” He whispered back and smiled at me. “I’m not done yet.”

He smiled as he held onto my hips and pulled my body flush against his, I could feel his cock rub against my cunt. I moaned and leaned my head back. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back to him.

“Look at me.” He growled and then he pushed slowly inside me.

I gasped and opened my mouth to cry out but no sound came out. His green eyes held my gaze in a strange way, it was so intimate that it made me blush more than his cock hitting my cervix. I shivered when he paused for a moment, he was taking deep and slow breaths.

“Don’t look away.” He whispered as he pulled his hips back slowly and gripped the back of my neck. “Look at me, luv.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed back inside me. “Yes, Halbrand!”

I moaned and fought against the urge to to close my eyes, instead gripping his shoulders as tight as I could to hold him close.

His pupils were so big, his eyes were practically black, his tunic had fallen open and I could see his chest was flushed up to his neck. His thrusts were gaining speed and force and knocking the air from my lungs. All I could do was hold onto him as my eyes welled with tears.

He smiled as he kept thrusting harder and harder and whispered.

“You can close your eyes, I will have you more than once.” He let go of my hair and I leaned my head back as he used one hand to pin my hip still and the other to hold onto the anvil.

I felt another orgasm warm my skin like a hot summer breeze and I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips as best I could.

“Come for me, luv.” He groaned and he thrusted with everything he had. “Come on my cock.”

I cried out and buried my face in his neck as I came harder than I ever had before in my life.

It was like I was pushed into ice cold water, every muscle seized up and yet it was the best feeling.

Halbrand rocked his hips slower as my pussy pulsed around his member and as he grunted and cried out my name, I felt him come deep inside me, letting me feel his warmth drip down my thighs.

I was panting like I ran five miles as he slowly pulled out of me.

He groaned and felt up my body with his rough hands and cupped my face and kissed me with a passion that made me want to pull him back inside me.

He finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Stay with me in the Southlands.” He whispered, gently rubbing my face with his thumbs.

“Is that an order?” I smiled and looked up at him.

“Please?” He smirked and kissed me chastely. “Stay with me?”

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mar-im-o · 2 years

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cuddling prompts 30 (i think In A Small Space is comically good) for the southlanders :)

30. Out of Necessity

Mumbo’s a man of class and technicality, two things which, in his opinion, the Last Life server is horribly missing.

It’s not that he’s against death (quite the opposite, as the nearness of the Red Curse reminds him) but, rather, that he’s against boring deaths. Deaths that lack class and flair. Deaths that fails to make use of the absurdity which is the Game they play.

So while his allies sharpen swords and practice magic he builds. He innovates. He collects the redstone his fellow players would rather discard and creates a machine.

And oh how beautiful a machine it is.

“It’s piston mechanisms on a timer,” Mumbo is explaining as he steps inside. The inside is hardly impressive–just six interior faces of a cube made of cobblestone–and he’d far rather show off the redstone but, well, his allies aren’t the most knowledgeable in that department and he thinks he saw smoke leaving Jimmy’s ears as he struggled to understand what the lines and repeaters represented. So, it’s better to show them.

And sure enough, one by one his allies file in. Grian first–never far from Mumbo, looking relatively unimpressed as he enters, wings pressed against his back in the confined space. Impulse is in after him, gaze lagging behind as he’s far more interested in the redstone circuitry. Then comes Martyn, leaving Jimmy hanging in the doorway, golden wings fluttering, uncertain.

“What is it?” Jimmy asks.

“Torture chamber of course.”

Grian snorts, immediately pressing a hand to his forehead. “Mumbo did you spend all this time making a torture device? We could just–I dunno–dangle someone over lava if we wanted to torture them.”

“But where’s the class in that?” Mumbo tries not to show his disappointment, shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid any anxious ticks. “Lava’s boring, just throw some water down and you’re safe. Who knows how to break out of a one-of-a-kind torture chamber!”

“Mine it,” Martyn says, leaning against one of the walls.

Mumbo blinks.

And he blinks again.

“Right, okay, back to the drawing board–”

The group laughs, and Mumbo hopes it’s a distraction from the way his face flushes in a mix of embarrassment and disappointment. He rocks back on his heels, prepared to usher them all out so he can try again when the clang of an iron-clad door echoes through the space.

Mumbo’s eyes immediately find Jimmy, stumbling forward with a surprised squawk. Behind him, the door is shut.

“Jimmy!” Mumbo gasps, immediately rushing towards the exit. “I told you to hold it!”

“It was heavy!”

Mumbo tries the handle but–no, it’s a torture chamber. It’s not meant to be exited from the inside. He can feel heat running through it though, the familiar humming of activated redstone beginning its work.

Right. That’s not great…

“What’s the big deal?” Grian asks. “We’ll make a–”

The redstone clicks and at once all six walls surge forward.

Mumbo and Martyn both stumble into one another, forced forward by the moving walls and closer to the center of the room as Impulse, Grian, and Jimmy watch the walls scooch in silence. It’s Impulse who speaks, slouching slightly in the confined space.

“Mumbo….?”

“It’s a torture chamber!” Mumbo defends, back pressed against the wall. The door’s been concealed now, pistons having pushed it out of the way. “It does torture! What did you expect!?”

“Great,” Jimmy says with a huffing laugh. “Gonna lose my first life to suffocation. Incredible.”

“It is incredible, thank you!”

Redstone clicks again and the walls surge forward. They’re closer now, only about a squared six blocks of space to share. They’re all pressed against walls too, trying their best to provide one another with personal space.

Grian sighs, scrolling through his inventory. “Right, I don’t have a pick on me. Who does?”

And the room responds in silence.

Grian blinks. “Seriously?”

“In my defense, I broke mine looking for diamonds,” Impulse says.

“Great.” Grian’s wings are pressed against his back now, a slight rattle to his feathers which Mumbo knows means distress. Mumbo doesn’t know the others too well, but he does know Grian, and the avian sure despises enclosed spaces.

A wave of guilt crashes into Mumbo. He tries his best not to linger on it.

“I can punch,” Martyn offers, turning to face the wall. He draws back his fist, though, and his elbow slams into Mumbo’s jaw.

Mumbo stumbles, stars spotting his vision amongst a string of apologies from Martyn. “It’s alright–” Mumbo’s quick to say. It’s his problem after all. “I’ll just–”

He crosses the room to give Martyn space but, well, there’s not much room without pushing someone else into the danger zone.

Might as well.

He scoops Grian into his arms, the avian releasing a surprised squawk as he instinctively grabs for Mumbo’s shoulders.

Grian’s cheeks are burning. “MUMBO!”

“What!?” Mumbo says, taking Grian’s former space with the avian now in his arms. “I needed room!”

For the man’s protests, he’s holding onto Mumbo tightly and Mumbo can feel Grian relax in his arms. He’s used to this calming measure–holding Grian so he’s facing the sky, hand placed on the small of his back right between his wings. It’s typically the only way to get Grian to calm himself when he’s worked up over a build, and, well, Grian could use the calm right now.

“Mumbo, we aren’t ALONE.”

Mumbo frowns. “And?”

The walls surge forward and Mumbo stumbles, Impulse kind enough to catch him and Grian. He keeps his arm around them, slouched more as the ceiling lowers. “Hey, uh, Martyn? Could we hurry this along?”

“Right!” Martyn slams his fist into the cobblestone and begins work chipping it away.

The space is smaller now, even as cobblestone chips away, and though Mumbo could try and give Impulse space he doesn’t bother to. He’s pressed himself against his friend, tucked under his arm.

Grian, expectantly, has gone silent, eyes fluttered shut as Mumbo strokes his feathers, a singsongy trill on his voice.

Jimmy snorts. “Look at him! He’s like a little baby. Or an actual bird.”

Grian peaks a hazy eye open. “Says the other bird in the room.”

“I am not a bird!” Jimmy argues, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m a man. A big man for that. You guys gotta stop calling me a canary.”

“Sing little songbird sing~”

“I don’t do your little hoot hoot thing!”

“You would if someone held you.”

“Absolutely wouldn–”

Jimmy doesn’t get to finish arguing. The walls surge forward once more and Jimmy is shoved into Impulse’s side, face pressed against his chest before he can awkwardly push away, trying his best to find free space in the limited area. “Sorry sorry–”

Impulse laughs and just scoops Jimmy up, a surprised cry sounding from the man as golden wings flap uselessly. He clings to Impulse’s side with white knuckles, face turning a bright crimson.

“Hey!”

“What?” Impulse says, a teasing smirk there. “If you don’t like it I’ll put you down! Just say the word.”

Jimmy says no word…

Mumbo presses his cheek into Impulse’s shoulder, turning to make sense of Martyn’s work. “How’s it looking?”

“Not great,” Martyn says with a huff. He hasn’t stopped working, but still the stone hasn’t cracked much. “Every time the wall moves my work resets.”

Ah. Mumbo hadn’t planned that one but, well, it works.

“Right. Okay, plan B.”

“And that is?”

Mumbo releases one arm from around Grian and the man squawks in alarm, quickly shifting so he’s holding himself up more. There’s a trill in his throat as he presses his cheek against Mumbo’s, downy feathers rubbing against Mumbo’s ear.

Mumbo doesn’t mind it.

(No he doesn’t like it very much and if anyone asks they don’t regularly cuddle like this back in Hermitcraft).

Mumbo pulls out his comms and sends a message to chat.

<MumboJumbo> free sugarcane to whoever breaks the redstone in southlands

<GoodTimesWithScar> >:)

Sure. That’ll do.

“Scar’s on his way,” Mumbo informs them all to a relatively mixed set of responses.

Jimmy, chin resting, now, on Impulse’s shoulder, snorts. “Great. Our future is in the hands of Scar.”

“Martyn,” Impulse says. “Scratch the back of his neck for me, would you?”

“Wait why would–”

Martyn does what Impulse asks with relatively no question and Jimmy lets out a high, pleased trill.

His face turns crimson and he slaps a hand over his mouth, seemingly surprised by the sound he emitted. “We tell no one what happened here today.”

Martyn, laughing, pets Jimmy on the back. “Not a chance bird boy.”

The walls lurch again and the group stumbles.

That point seems to be it for Impulse and he falls back, sliding into a sitting position and pulling Mumbo down with him. Martyn, he who has tried so hard to avoid the group hug so far, falls into Impulse’s lap and winces. “Sorry, mate!”

Martyn moves to scramble up but Impulse locks an arm around him, pulling him back into his chest. “Not so fast, there.”

It’s Martyn’s turn to go red, even as he willingly sinks into Impulse. “I can’t stand you lot…”

“Hermits are a cuddly group,” Mumbo informs matter-of-factly. Grian gives a chirp in response. “Your fault for teaming with three of us.”

“Bet you all just lay around hugging all day…”

“And if we do?”

Martyn lets a beat pass, then sinks in closer. “Might be nice…”

The walls move in again. There’s only about two square blocks free at this point, and whatever hesitancy of closeness the group had before has been utterly discarded. Mumbo’s face is pressed into Impulse’s shoulder as Impulse holds both Martyn and Jimmy, the latter of the two seemingly trying quite hard not to fall victim to the Bird Brain which has overcome Grian. Still, Jimmy can’t hide the content coos that slip out as Impulse strokes his wings.

The walls move again.

Grian wraps himself tightly around Mumbo, eyes squeezed shut.

Mumbo sighs. “Sorry about this, guys.”

“Eh,” Impulse shrugs best he can. “There’s worse ways to lose a life. Could be lava.”

“Could be lava,” Martyn echoes as his head falls back into Impulse’s chest, eyes fluttering shut. “And could be alone.”

“Yeah,” Mumbo considers.

This is a game of Life and Death afterall, and with the growing intensity of the Red Curse, it’s focus is clear: it’s meant to create divides. It’s meant to break alliances and encourage distrust and pull those who care about one another apart. It’s meant to harm.

So, really, a death together, faced with hugging and cuddling and laughing, isn’t so horrible.

The walls move in again. There’s nowhere else for them to go.

And when Mumbo looks around, the group is quiet, eyes shut, limbs tangled, smiling as they embrace their fate.

And with a sigh, Mumbo settles in as well.

And then there’s light.

Mumbo almost winces at the sound of cobblestone shattering, stone falling onto their huddled forms. The constant buzzing of the redstone is gone, light from an overhead sun a backlight to their savior.

Scar…

Scar pouts a bit, looking into the machine at the group. “Now hold on, were you all cuddling without me?”

And the southlands, still holding one another tightly, exchange glances and laughs.

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