#unwind oneshot
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Praying I’m not too late because of school!!
Anyways, post undivided/unbound, grace and argent reunion fic please? Like, after the events of Unbound, Grace and the rest of the main gang meetup again and they’re all hanging out on some unknown port. Meanwhile Argent’s there running errands for Divan. The two bump into each other and hurt/comfort reunion ensues!! Also I wanna see Argent grovel for Grace’s forgiveness hehehe (Also the Grace Redemption Arc continues wooo)
'one more game to play ' - grace skinner
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Grace Skinner is doing well, all things considered. She is not dead. No one wants her dead, either, except perhaps some of the adults down at the park, the ones who sit in front of their chess boards rain or shine in search of a good opponent. It’s not Grace’s fault if they fell for her strategical schemes. Perhaps they should practice more.
Aside from the chess players, though, Grace is fine. She’s doing well as a new entrepreneur of tissue synthesis technology. Her friends, for the most part, are still whole, although Connor Lassiter has a new crop of scars that he doesn’t seem all that keen to show off. They’re getting better, slowly, and everything is fine.
It’s like a game that Grace can play, and she’s excellent at games. Whenever she catches herself slipping, she thinks about good things, like the health of her friends and the success of her latest enterprise. She takes walks. She clears her head, and she doesn’t think about what she shouldn’t. There are topics that are off-limits. Grace knows the rules, and she follows them.
Right now, she’s on her way to meet up with some of her friends. They’ve arranged for everyone to gather at a nearby pier. Apparently, the sea air will do them some good. Plus, the fresh breeze tends to restore all of them to finer spirits. Farther away from the city, they won’t be exposed to things that bring back bad memories, like the precise scent of smoke that burns down an antiques shop, or the routine shuffle of police footsteps outside a hiding place.
No, no. Grace reroutes her thoughts again. She was close there, but she won’t lose the game. She’s been playing it steadily for a while now. They all have. They stick to their houses or go somewhere so far away that no one even knows who they are, but it’s just different versions of the same idea. Different rulebooks, maybe, or different players, but the same damn thing in the end.
At the crosswalk in front of her, two children carefully walk into the road, eyes wide to avoid any cars. There isn’t that much traffic this time of day, but the older one still takes the hand of the younger anyway, ushering them across with far more gravity than the situation perhaps requires. She sees their faces, a boy and a girl, maybe siblings. Grace can remember when she had a brother who would do the same thing for her, before–
Her breath catches in her throat, and Grace remembers.
She’s lost the game again.
Grace doesn’t realize she’s stopped walking until she starts attracting funny looks. Quickly, she starts moving again, picking up the pace. She doesn’t want to be late to the meetup. Tardiness will attract questions, like just what she was doing to cause her to be distracted. Grace is always precise, perfectly on time. She doesn’t usually make mistakes like this. She doesn’t usually lose the game when she’s so certain about winning.
She keeps walking, passing the two maybe-siblings and leaving them far behind. They don’t matter. They’re just kids. Grace is older than them by many years and many memories. She does not have to look at them and wish that she could have her brother back, even for the time it took to cross the street, even for one half-moment when she could just talk to him and say–
Something, maybe. Grace doesn’t even know. She doesn’t have to know. Grace doesn’t know where Argent Skinner is and she probably never will. Connor told her that her brother was alive, but even he didn’t know where Argie had ended up. Her brother is pretty good at keeping to himself, even if he’s better when he has someone to talk to. That person used to be Grace. She doesn’t know who’s taken her place, but she hopes they’re good enough.
Most of her friends have arrived by the time Grace shows up at the pier. She waves hello to the ones she knows best, and casts a hopefully warm glance towards the ones that are more like acquaintances. Connor gestures for her to join him and Risa in a lively debate; apparently, they encountered an open-ended riddle while traveling here, and wish to have her input.
The discussion is broadened to the group at large, and in between trying to figure it out, people start talking about where they’ve been and what they’ve been up to since the last time they were all together. Hayden’s trying his hand at public speaking, although he says it feels different when many people are actually watching him instead of just listening along. Lev has been working with Miracolina on how to prepare past tithes for the future they never planned on reaching. And Grace, of course, has the organ printer. All good things.
Still, she can’t help her gaze from drifting listlessly from the many faces on the pier back towards the bustling business of the port. Grace likes spending time with her friends, really she does, but having this many people here gives her the expectation that she’s got to perform for them in some way, be a better version of herself without quite knowing how, and it tends to stress her out a little. Looking at the bricks of the low buildings, watching the cars driving back and forth across the roads, is a lot easier to focus on than the discordant harmonies of so many voices.
Grace can feel her pulse starting to come back down again, and then she sees a silhouette slipping out of an open door. Their back is to her, so she can’t make out their face, but the advantage of spending one’s entire life around one single person is that you tend to remember them, and Grace swears she knows this person perfectly. The swing of his arms as he walks, the absentminded tilt of his head. This– this is Argent. Impossibly, it’s Argent. Grace’s brother. The reason she has to keep distracting herself from the awful truth that the closest part of her family is gone.
Grace’s breath catches in her throat. Truth be told, she didn’t even know if Argent was alive. He certainly hadn’t reached out to her, but then again, he would have no way of doing so. Vividly, Grace’s mind flashes back to a terrible night in Ohio, when she had seen a man she had thought was Argent, only to see part of her brother’s face on a different guy’s body. What if this is the same thing all over again? What if he really was unwound, even despite being old enough to avoid the limit, and one recipient just happened to get all of her brother.
Grace should look away and spare herself another horrorshow. She can’t take another brother-based heartbreak, that would go beyond losing the game to losing herself. Still, the silhouette mocks her silently as it walks away. It looks an awful lot like Argent, doesn’t it?
She can’t take it anymore and murmurs an excuse to her friends before heading off back down the pier towards the town. The young man who could be Argent Skinner isn’t walking all that fast, ambling in the vague direction of his destination, wherever that may be. By contrast, Grace is setting new records for speed walking, fists pumping as she hurries towards her supposed brother.
Just before she reaches him, Grace hangs back a little, giving herself time to judge the situation. If she’s wrong, she’s wrong now, and she’ll know it. However, the more Grace looks, the more she’s certain that this is indeed Argent. She steadies herself slightly, curling her hands into tight fists, and says uncertainly, “Argie?”
The figure stands stock-still, all momentum blown out of him like a limp sail on dead seas. Slowly, he turns around. There’s a moment before he completely faces Grace, a moment in which time feels as if it takes twice as long to pass. The instant of hesitation lasts for infinities, and then the figure stands directly in front of her and she knows– she knows it’s her brother. Knows it like breathing, like plotting out the winning move in a chess match. This is Argent, and she is Grace, and they are back together again.
For a while, they don’t say anything at all, just taking in the sight of each other. At last, Grace understands just what was done to her brother– half of his face is still scarred, as it was when Connor Lassiter attacked him when escaping his capture, but half of it is even more so damaged, still vaguely pink and irritated from the lingering aftereffects of a biobandage.
“Your face,” Grace says uncertainly, then immediately wishes she hadn’t.
Argent’s hand rises up instinctively– not to the fresh scars, as Grace had assumed he would, but to the old ones, the wounds Connor had given him. It’s as if he’s afraid that the other side of his face, too, would be ripped away when he least expected it. Dear God. What have they done to him?
“Never trust a parts pirate,” Argent growls.
So that’s what had happened. It makes sense that the man with Argent’s face that Grace encountered before he burned down the antique store would be a parts pirate. It also makes sense that Argent had tried to trust one. Lonely, hopeless Argent, who kidnapped the Akron AWOL then lost it all because he just had to post a selfie of the two of them together, who had joined up with a disreputable parts pirate because he wanted some grand expedition of revenge. Faceless Argent, who bears a countenance of wounds marking both times he learned his lesson.
“I missed you,” Grace says unexpectedly. “You didn’t call.”
Argent squints at her. “How could I? You left home and so did I. ‘Sides, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me, on account of you running off with Connor and me trying to hunt you two down.” Upon seeing Grace’s crestfallen face, he adds hastily, “That didn’t mean I didn’t want to, though. Christ, Gracie, you’re my sister. That might not mean a whole lot at times, but I’ve felt rough about it ever since. Seeing you is good, though.”
“Thanks,” Grace whispers. All of a sudden, she feels eleven again, never quite saying the right thing to her cooler brother, not enough to make her one of his friends but enough to be a sister, as always. Well, maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world. Being a sister. It means she would feel less alone than she had before.
“I owe you more than that,” Argent confesses. “I’ve treated you something awful, haven’t I? Enough to make you run off with Connor and not come back. I’ve overlooked you, Gracie. I’ve treated you badly. It just tore me up inside, thinking that maybe you’d get hurt because of stuff I did. Say you’ll forgive me, won’t you?”
Grace hesitates a bit, mulling his words over, then nods at last. “I do forgive you, Argie.”
Her brother’s face washes over in relief. “I’m mighty glad to hear that, I have to say.”
She chuckles. “I’m mighty glad to hear you apologize. Thought you never would.”
“So did I,” he admits.
They stand for a few moments in awkward silence, not sure what to do now that the obvious has been taken care of. Then, in a sudden flash of reality, Grace remembers the group still bunched out on the pier. “A couple of us are hanging out past the docks. Do you want to join us?”
There’s a careful light behind Argent’s weatherbeaten eyes. “Are you sure? I reckon they might not be the happiest to see me right now.”
“Don’t mind that,” Grace says with a wave of her hand. “You saved Connor when he was unwound, right? He told me about that.”
“The Akron AWOL is saying I saved his life?” Argent asks, unconsciously puffing out his chest a little.
“He is,” Grace confirms. “Come on, you can hear him say it for yourself.”
With that, she turns and starts walking back towards the pier. A few moments later, she hears Argent following her. He catches up when they’re about to cross the street, insisting on going a half step earlier so he can watch for cars. Grace instantly remembers the younger pair of siblings she’d seen just an hour or so earlier. She’s got her brother back, she realizes with piercing clarity. They’re together again, the two Skinners, watching out for each other once more.
And with that, Grace wins the game.
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Uvogin x GN!Reader
Just a short and sweet warmup to get me in the writing mood so I can work on the dragon Uvogin piece that's plaguing my google docs.
Tags: Fluff / Slightly steamy at end / Implied NSFW
Word Count: 1,505
To say you were tired would be an understatement.
Fatigue pulls from behind your eyes as you will yourself up the steps of your home. The weight of many days of hunter work falling heavy on your shoulders as you fight to keep your eyes open. You were adjusted to long hours of often odd work. But these past two and a half weeks were packed with strenuous activity, leaving little room for rest
Now standing before the door, you numbly fumble through the many keys that laden your keyring. Once you find the house key and unlock the door, relief washes over you. Crossing the threshold, you’re hit with a pungent aroma. The scent of citrus mixed and hints of bleach intertwine in the air. The pleasant surprise awakens you slightly as you remove your shoes.
While locking the door, you take in the dimly lit space. Everything is neat and tidy. No trash or misplaced items in sight. It was as if nobody was here while you were gone. Which wouldn't be too surprising, given both you and your boyfriend often left to answer the call of work. Leading to days of being "out and about" depending on the details. This was something you expected. But it seems that's not the case this time; given the smell of recently used cleaning products and the faint snoring coming from your bedroom.
You walk to the stairs leading to the second floor where your bedroom is, wanting nothing more than to shower before succumbing to sleep. As you ascend the steps, you notice more things that have been tidied.
He cleaned up, and did a damn good job.
A soft smile lifts your face as the thought of Uvogin doing a deep clean warms you. This was a first for him. He wasn't a complete slob- well at least not anymore. Many times he has supplemented you in the upkeep of your living space. Ranging from but not limited to: fixing something (that he most likely broke), to cleaning the areas out of your reach, to taking up chores just because he felt like it. Whatever it was, you appreciated it.
Just as he learned you thrived in an organized environment, you learned that he is a sucker for words of affirmation. Which you sometimes found funny since he was already proud and oh so sure of himself; not needing approval from anyone. But he seemed to eat your kind words up like it was candy.
Your mind goes back to one instance in particular.
Back when you were struggling to get him to break his habit of stripping and just throwing his clothes anywhere. He had surprised you not only by placing his dirty clothes in the hamper, but taking them to the laundry room, and placing them in the wash. At the time you were in the living room sitting on the couch, previously watching a movie but then engaged by the sight. He joined you on the couch afterwards, laying on his back while using your thighs as a pillow. Still, you stared at him.
"What?"
"You just washed your clothes." You glide one hand through his hair, rubbing circles on his scalp. The other cups his face, thumb stroking his jaw. "Good boy."
That was the first time you saw him blush without the influence of liquor.
That also led to the first time he broke your couch.
But it gave way to a cleaner house and less of a workload on you. Whether he genuinely wanted to help out or if it all was a ploy to hear your praise, you couldn't completely discern. Whatever the reason, the outcome left you pleased.
The door to the bedroom is wide open, from the hall, you can see Uvogin's sleeping figure. He's sprawled out across the bed, on his back. Position akin to that of a starfish. He takes up most of the huge bed, as usual. Even still, the sight is welcoming. You yearn to crawl to his side and curl into him. But the siren's call of the shower is strong. Just the thought of hot water running over your sore muscles is soothing.
Not wanting to disturb his slumber, you quietly walk into the room. Immediately you begin stripping until you are in your underclothes, gathering the items and placing them in a nearby hamper. You feel a slight chill and look at the ceiling fan, watching it go at full speed. He has always preferred it on the cooler side and you see why, the man practically radiated heat. You missed cuddling with him on the nights when you're apart. No blanket, pillow, or heating pad could compare.
You float around the room, gathering night clothes and other things for your shower. Engulfed into what you're looking for, you didn't hear his snore slowly come to a stop. Neither do you see the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes open, vision hazed by sleep. You only notice he's awake when he speaks.
"You're back."
You stop what you're doing and turn to look at Uvogin, who is now laying on his side. You walk over to the bed and offer a kind smile. Tenderly, you reach for one of his hands, bringing his knuckles to your lips in a chaste kiss. Wanting more, he takes a hold of your wrist and yanks your arm. He wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him and enveloping you in his warmth.
Without a word, you wrap your arms around his neck. The two of you lean into each other and your lips meet. After a few beats, you pull away.
"I missed you." You say softly.
"I missed you." He brushes your lips against yours. "Damn Hunter's Association keeping you away from me for so long."
You bring one of your hands around to his chest, languidly trailing fingers across his skin. Briefly glancing over old scars and marks.
"Just like your work keeps you away from me?"
"Mm."
One of his hands rises to your face, thumb caressing your cheek. You close your eyes, reveling in his touches, his scent, the heat of his embrace. All of these things you missed while away. There were brief breaks where you had some time to yourself and not focus on whatever task at hand. In these fleeting moments you let your mind drift to him; thoughts often ending in scenarios like this. Simply seeing his face, hearing his voice, and breathing him in.
"Thank you." You say wistfully. "For taking care of things while I was gone. The house looks nice."
"Mhm."
You open your eyes to see a smirk pulling at his mouth. His heavy lidded eyes seem to glow. Whether it is due to the dark or your sleep deprived mind, you didn't know. But you knew one thing; if he keeps looking at you like this, you aren't going to get that shower anytime soon.
"You didn't dismember someone and clean the house as a cover up, did you?" Even though the question comes out as a joke, there's an underlying tone of seriousness in your voice. Although he does keep criminal activity away from home to not draw attention, the probability of a “mishap” is likely.
"If I did?"
"Then you did a good job. Getting rid of the mess, that is.”
He dips down to lick your bottom lip, probing for entrance. You allow it, parting your lips. With a tilt of his head, his mouth presses into yours. Hungrily, he overpowers your tongue with his. Eager hands roam your body, earning a moan from you. The longer he kisses you, the more your mind fogs and the more your resolve melts.
Only does his hold on you break when he abruptly and firmly grabs your ass, making you squeak as you push away.
"Ruffian." You tease. "I don't think I have it in me right now. I'm tired."
"Let me take care of you then. I usually put you to sleep anyway."
You laugh as he leans in again. Using a hand to smush his lips, you try to stop his incoming assault.
"You aren't tired?"
"I was. But now you're here and I don't want to sleep. I want you."
It would be a lie to deny wanting him as well.
"Wouldn't you rather me take a shower first?"
"You're really gonna ask me that?"
You pause, thinking back to the times he came home from a run with the troupe. It was no surprise to see blood staining his clothes. Even in those times, your clothes were being ripped off minutes after him walking through the front door.
Shooting a playful smile, you move closer to him. Your greedy hands are making busy work of searching his skin in mindless touches. As you continue to lay pressed into him, you can feel your need for him flaring in intensity.
"No, it can wait. Besides, you would just get me dirty again."
#totally didn't write this because#somedays are stressful and#I long to unwind by the means of#a lover's embrace#alas#I am single#holds back tears#oneshot#fluff#uvogin#uvogin hxh#hunter x hunter#phantom troupe#anime#x reader#uvogin x reader
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Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist
Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series (Temporarily Complete)
Note: This is a Capsule Series, so each fic can be read as an individual oneshot. There is no overarching story, and no specific ending.
Lesson One: Slick Silicone - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends With Benefits. Smut. Despite being a genius, Reid still has a lot left to learn about life. (Mostly sex related.) And he definitely wants to learn from you. His first lesson? Well, a linguistics lesson turns into a hands-on demonstration with a very special toy. (17,200 words.)
Lesson Two: Magic Metacarpals - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends With Benefits. Smut. After receiving his first lesson, Spencer is eager to learn more for you. So you teach him the next logical thing - how to pleasure you in return. (26,300 words.)
The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)
Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader - Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut, Sexual Tension. When investigating Viper, Emily doesn't fall for his tricks, and in fact - spends the night teasing him by showing more interest in you. Little did she know, she was driving you insane in the process. (2,800 words.)
The Perfect Brat - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Spencer acts up, so you and Elle put him in his place. (2,900 words.)
Loverboy - Bratty!Virgin!Spencer Reid x (Dom)Fem!Reader. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You try your hardest to make Spencer's first time a good one. (3,100 words.)
Black Suit - Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong. (2,900 words.)
From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. After JJ is attacked on the Hankle farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind. (3,000 words.)
Figure It Out - A Criminal Minds Casefic. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU Team (Platonic). General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. Angst, Mystery, Hurt and Comfort. When the team takes a case in your hometown - a secret that you have been trying to hide for years comes to be known with a vengeance. (18,000 words.)
Meddle About - Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Morgan calls you Reid's 'Mommy', and you don't think much of it - but Reid can't get it out of his head. It accidentally slips out of his lips, and you like how it sounds coming from him. (6,300 words.)
Pathetic - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!GN!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. Spencer gets punished again - in a very creative way. (2,600 words.)
She Keeps Me Up - Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. JJ is very protective of you - and very possessive of you. When an UnSub leaves a tiny scratch on you, she feels the need to remind you exactly who you belong to. (3,100 words.)
Careful (Series - Complete) - Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Angst, Fluff, and Smut. When you and Spencer broke up, he tried to forget about you. He pushed all of those feelings for you down - until he sees your name on a list of potential victims being hunted by a man who kills single mothers. (57,400 words.) | Series Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six (Finale)
Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader Headcanons
Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss Kink Headcanons
Random Spencer Reid Headcanons
JJ Being Protective Of You (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic Reader)
The Scale of Dominance and Submissiveness in The Criminal Minds Characters (Headcanons)
How would Spencer react to you teasing him with a lollipop?
How would Spencer react to you fainting around him?
How would Spencer, Emily, and Elle react to getting proposed to?
How would Derek, Emily, and Spencer react to your daughter being clingy with them?
Note: This last fic links off to AO3. I'm probably not going to edit it and post it on Tumblr - it's going to live on AO3. So if you want to read it, you can do so at this link.
Burn The Witch - Spencer Reid x (BAU)Fem!Reader. Mutual Pining Co-Workers. Heavy Angst, Smut, Casefic. (Series - Complete.) You weren’t sure which you regretted more: acting on your feelings for Spencer, or writing them down first. But there wasn't much room for regrets when a psychopath was waving a gas can in front of your face and telling you he intended to turn you to ashes. (69,900 words.)
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nights with him || levi || oneshot
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late at night, long after the sun has set was always your favorite time of day. after all the paperwork, after a long, tiring day of expeditions and strategic talk, you loved to just unwind with your boyfriend. of course being humanity’s strongest comes with a lot of responsibilities. he’s away longer, has more paperwork, and as a result you don’t get to see him as much as you’d like. but at the end of the day after all the work, he always comes home to you. just like now.
you wrap your arms around him as the front door closes; the cold air from outside still whirling around the entryway. he wraps an arm around your waist while the other hangs his cloak on the hook. he smiles at you and you’re grateful he’s home safe.
after eating and showering, he joins you in bed. both sets of hands go to their designated spots. his grab around your waist and pull you close, yours cup his face; thumb stroking his cheek. this is your favorite part of your nights. watching and holding him close; holding him like he’d never go anywhere again. you were so proud and thankful for this man and by looking into his eyes you could tell he thought the same about you.
smiling, you ask him to tell you about his day and he does. you start to doze to his sweet voice, and cuddle up closer to his chest,
“your voice is making me fall asleep” you sigh.
“are you saying i’m boring you, brat?”
you chuckle, “no i’m saying i feel safe with you”
he shifts and pulls you on top of his chest, reaching an arm under your shirt and scratching your back. he doesn’t respond, but he places kisses on top of your head and tightly hugs you, knowing he doesn’t want to let you go.
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Can you do a oneshot, 141 + Alejandro;Rudy, about a reader that can't sleep so she goes to play/watch something in the living room
the boys wake up and they will lie down next to her in the room so they won't be alone??
Your head turned to the sound of his door opening.
“Hey, Cap!” Your words came out chipper and he replied with a tired groan.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” He yawned. He plopped down next to you, pulling your feet in his lap, massaging the ever-present ache in them. No words were spoken between the two of you. He drifted in and out. His comforting energy slowly broke away at your insomnia and you fell asleep curled up against his side, safe and warm.
“Wondering when you’d join me.” You huffed at his words, meeting him in the kitchen. He handed you a full cup of tea, guiding you back to the living room, his own cup in hand.
“Thanks for the tea, Si.” You hummed, taking a sip. You blamed the warmth flowing through you on the tea and not his large hand on your lower back.
“Course. Don’t mention it.” He paused for a moment. “Please.”
You giggled at his words, sitting on the couch.
“I wouldn’t do anything to ruin your reputation Lieu.” You smirked. He mumbled a small ‘thanks’ sitting next to you. He gripped the remote, quickly flipping to whatever tabloid talk show was playing.
“Mac, you had a long day. You should really be asleep. Don’t worry about me.” You sighed, stretching out on the couch. He waved you off, slipping on a pair of sneakers. Before you could question him, he grabbed your legs, pulling you off the couch. “Mac!” You squealed.
“We’re goin’ for a ride.” He explained. He grabbed his car keys, closing the door behind him. You thanked your stars that base was practically empty at this hour.
“Well can you at least put me on my feet. All the blood is rushing to my head.” You whined, swatting at his legs. With a chuckle he flipped you back over, wrapping a bulky arm around your shoulder.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
You snapped out of your trance, smiling as Kyle came into view. You covered a yawn.
“Ya.” You sighed. “I don’t know why. Maybe my adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet.”
He hummed in agreement, sprawling out next to you on the floor.
“Wanna watch cringy TikToks?” Kyle questioned already pulling out his phone.
“Absolutely.”
“Get up.” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you.
“What?” You questioned. Your body moved on instinct, knees already hoisting you to a standing position.
“I don’t know why you’ve been having a hard time sleeping lately but it stops tonight.” Alejandro said firmly. He wrapped an arm around your middle guiding you back to your room.
“I’m not tired.” You fought.
“You’re not tired now, but you will be tired in the morning. Then I have to deal with a grumpy sergeant.” He smirked. “I’ll stay with you till you fall asleep, Mi Vida.”
“Want company?” Rudy asked.
“If it’s you- always.” You smiled. He rolled his eyes at you, sitting down next to you. He put his arm over the back of the couch- a silent invitation for you to come closer. You took it without a second thought, curling yourself against his side.
“I don’t know how you watch these shows.” Rudy sighed, his tense muscles beginning to unwind.
“It’s just a nice break from the real world.” You yawned, your eyelids already feeling heavy.
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random thought not a oneshot but jeongguk is the type to give his alllll in bed. he can never get enough of how addictive your reactiveness to his touch is, taking a mental picture of how well your cunt swallows his fat cock repeatedly while you squirm underneath him.
he will drill his hips into you well past both of your highs, ignoring the pain of his overstimulation just to see you unwind on his cock one more time.
“so tight, this pussy was made to take me, hmm?”
the sounds of your high pitched whines and inaudible pleads kiss his ear, loving the way you can no longer form a proper sentence with his cock buried so deep inside your hole.
strings of praises fall from his swollen lips while he wipes stray tears away from your cheek.
“ ‘s too— fuck, too much gukkie” you cry out, knowing you can tap out at any moment but nevertheless loving the feel of his engorged tip pounding against your bruised sweet spot.
“take it like a good girl, doing so fucking well for me baby” he managed to get out through the rasp of his throat. his groans heightened when he felt your walls flutter around him. “gonna cum, keep going p-please”
your breathless voice was the only warning before you fell apart for a second time around his cock, jeongguk inevitably following right behind you. he never ripped his eyes away from your pretty face while he fucked his dripping seed inside of you.
your trembling body was all it took for him to pull away, not wanting to go too far and hurt you. his cock easily slipped out of your slick pussy. so stuffed full of your and his’ arousal combined, his brain went numb as he ogled the fluids dripping out of your puffy cunt.
any chance of letting you rest for the night was quickly overtaken with overwhelming hunger for your body, his body beginning to act on its own as his head dipped down to your pussy.
“jeongguk..” you mumbled, watching him through hooded lids as you felt the heat of his breath brush through your core.
“think you can take a third one, princess?”
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Tea time
Type:one shot
Pairing: Azriel x reader
Summary: Yn sees a new kind of tea while shopping at one of her favorite shops, come to find out it’s a strong form of aphrodisiac, reverting the drinkers to ‘their most primal instincts’. Not believing it she decides to make it for her and her mate as a joke.
(A/n, this is my first go at smut. I’m so sorry if it sucks. Also sorry I haven’t posted in forever, I had like zero ideas- this why I need y’all to help me, I can’t make decisions for myself. Anyway on too the Oneshot)
Azriel is out on yet another spymaster mission, so to kill a bit of time, I stroll through the isle of my favorite tea shop in Velaris, Trixies tea time shop. As I’m looking through the different teas I spot a box I’ve never seen before, it’s red and black, with a heart on the front, looking at the description to see what it tastes like I see something…interesting.
This is a drink to give you and your partner a once in a lifetime experience. The natural roots in this drink revert one to their most natural state, all while tasting like sweet and sour cherry.
I inspect the box for a few more moments before ultimately deciding to take it. My poor Az has been so stressed lately, maybe this could help him unwind and lead to a night of fun for the both of us, also wever tried nearly every method to get me pregnant as we desperately want a little one of our own. Besides what’s the harm if it’s simply a hoax. Taking the three new times I’ve grabbed to the desk, the woman-Trixie who I’ve made friends with smiles as she looks at the red and black box.
“So you’ve got plans for tonight?” She teases softly as she tells me my total. I roll my eyes before thanking her and walking back home.
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“Hey Az baby?”
“Yes love?”
“I’ve made some tea for us.” I smile softly as I set it on the coffee table in front of where he sits reading on the couch.
“Thank you sweetheart.” One of his rare smiles save for me graces his lips as he kisses my head softly before picking up the glass and bringing it to his lips. “Hmm, this is new? What is it”
“Oh just a new one at Trixies I saw, figured we could give it a try.” I bring my own glass to my lips and we both simply sit in each others presence until we’re done and take them to the kitchen.
I lay with my head in Az’s chest moments later, his hand absently running through my hair as he continues his book. “Is it hot in here?” He asks out of the blue, pulling at the color of his shirt.
“Yeah, yeah I suppose a bit.” My eyebrows scrunched as I just now noticed the sweat dripping from his forehead and my own dripping down my back. I sit up as he continues clawing at his shirt. As he peals it off with a grunt more arousal then I thought I’d ever had sweeps through me like a wave.
As my mate turns to me I hear him audibly growl before he opens his mouth and I see his canines sharpening and his eyes darkening. “What-“ another grunt, “-what was in that tea?” His voice seems deeper and by the mother I’ve never thought this male could be this attractive.
“I-it said its to bring us to our most primal instincts-I didn’t think-I thought it was a hoax.” I’m panting as all I can think about is the man in front of me turning me into his bitch, filling my womb with his seed and giving me his babies.
“I think-I don’t think it’s a hoax love.” The last word growls and an involuntary moan leaves my lips as a smirk graces his features. “I don’t think-gods you don’t know how badly I want to put you on all fours and make you my bitch, get you nice and round with my babies. How much I want to fill your womb as you beg me to stop.”
I crawl to the male like a bitch in heat. “Do it Az. Make me your bitch.” I’ve never sounded more desperate or horny in my life as something flickers in my mates eyes and he lunges for me with a growl like a predator to pray, his hand landing on my throat as the other wonders my body.
“I’m gonna make you my bitch, gonna have you begging for my babies. Do you want my babies? Want to be big and round for me?” I nod breathlessly as his hand squeezes the supple skin of my thigh. “Words baby.” His hand squeezes my neck, just enough to have me struggling slightly for air.
“Y-yes sir. Please, fill me with your babies, get me nice and round.” Just like that the weight of his body is gone and all I can do is whine, my body feeling almost heavy.
“Take off your clothes and get on all fours.” He grunts as he takes his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his pants, that’s when I notice it, a swelling knot at the base of his dick. I make quick work of slipping from my restraining clothing and getting on all fours, my Butt slightly raised and pointed towards the male. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His face goes to my neck as he rubs my back and thighs.
A yelp leaves me as he sniffs my pulse point before biting down. Hard. Just as he does this his hand shimmies to my clit, rubbing softly before delving to my folds, spreading the soaked lips and feeling around them as I moan uncontrollably. He takes his fingers and brings them to my lips, “open.” I immediately obey and he sticks them in my mouth, I moan at the taste of myself on tongue as I suck his fingers like a whore. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk, I’m gonna fill you with my seed and make sure you know who owns you.”
“Yes sir.”
“Say it again.”
“Sir.”
A throaty moan leaves my mate just before he pushes into my slick folds and my head falls back in pure ecstasy.
Azriel pounds into me, his lips assaulting my neck as moans and grunts leave us both, at this point he’s fucked me in nearly every position, his cum dripping down my thighs as he pushed in again and again from behind me where I lay on my stomach. Bite marks litter both our skins, particularly near our pulse points where a delicious scent I’ve never smelt before radiates from him. “Gonna, gonna cum baby.” He sighs as he furiously drags himself in and out of my tight pussy, a ring of cream at the base of his knot. His words finish off my building orgasm as I cum hard enough to see stars. Azriel lets out one last chesty moan before his knots slips into me and I get dizzy, never have I been this full as he paints my wall with yet another load.
My mate falls to his side, me going with him seeing as we’re attached, however I don’t think I would be able to move on my own without him anyway. Az pulls me tight to his chest, nuzzling his face in my neck softly as he slowly falls asleep, snores falling from his parted lips.
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I know it sucks but I tried ok. Please give me ideas guys! My suggestion box is open and in need of some good ideas. Love y’all.
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𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, established relationship, unprotected p in v, office sex, explicit language, long story ahead, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot
✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!
The office was bustling with activity as usual, but today, there seemed to be an extra layer of tension in the air. Miguel had been working on a particularly difficult project for weeks now, and it looked like things were finally coming to a head. His client had set an unrealistic deadline, and Miguel was starting to feel the pressure.
He sat hunched over his desk, eyes fixed on the computer screen as he typed furiously. The coffee cup beside him was empty, forgotten. His stomach growled audibly, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. He tried to push the hunger pangs aside and focus on the task at hand. As the hours ticked by, Miguel felt his stress levels rising. His mind was racing, trying to find a solution to the problem that seemed insurmountable.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the cold air conditioning in the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head, but it only made the world around him blurrier. Finally, when it felt like time had stopped moving altogether, Miguel's phone vibrated on his desk. He glanced at the screen, half-expecting it to be another email from his client, but instead, it was a text from you.
“Hey, just checking in on you,” you wrote. “It's been a while since I've heard from you. Are you okay?” He took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up straight. His shoulders were tight with tension, and he realized how much stress he had been holding onto. He typed out a quick reply.
“I'm fine, just swamped with work. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight.” As he hit send, he felt a tiny bit of the weight lift off his chest. Maybe you could help him unwind after all this was over. Or maybe they could take a break together tomorrow—something to look forward to amidst all the chaos. For now, though, Miguel turned back to his computer screen and redoubled his efforts to meet that impossible deadline.
A knock brought him out of focus and he dragged his eyes away from his laptop screen and towards the office door. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision, and looked up at the clock. 7 PM. “Hey baby,” you gleamed and entered his office.
“Hey,” he replied, his voice sounding rougher than he expected. He stood up and stretched, trying to work out the kinks in his back. “I didn't realize it was so late.”
You closed the door behind you and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rested your head on his chest, and Miguel felt a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth. “How's your day so far?” you asked softly. Miguel looked down at you, feeling a pang of guilt for neglecting you all day. “Tiring, I might have to stay late again for tonight,” he sighed. “What brings you here?”
“Well, I was thinking of giving you a hand… seems like you need it.” You said, kissing his jawline. His body tensed in contact. A shaky breath escaped his mouth when he felt your lips travel down his neck. “Mmm,” He murmured softly, closing his eyes as you continued to trail gentle kisses along his jawline and up toward his earlobe.
“You know, I can't tell if you're trying to distract me or help me focus right now,” he chuckled, leaning back against the desk with a sigh. You smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. “Maybe both?” Miguel shook his head, smiling. “I don't know how you do it,” he said, running a finger through your hair. “But I appreciate it.” He pulled you closer, your bodies pressing together in an intimate embrace. “Now let's go get some food so we can actually talk about something other than work for once.”
He grabbed your hand and led you towards the door. As soon as you were outside, he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I missed you today,” he whispered against your ear. Miguel wrapped his arms around you, feeling the tension from earlier start to melt away. “I missed you too,” you replied, nuzzling his neck. “But you're always so busy.”
“I know,” he sighed, pulling back to look at you. “But I promise we'll make up for it tomorrow.” He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, his hands running soothingly up and down your back. You could feel the heat between them building once again as he pressed his body against yours.
“Come on,” he murmured after a moment, breaking the kiss reluctantly. “Maybe we can find somewhere more comfortable to continue this conversation.” He winked at you playfully, tugging gently on your hand as they walked towards the parking lot together.
You found a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in the corner of their neighborhood. The atmosphere was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, creating an intimate ambiance that felt miles away from the hustle and bustle of their office building.
Miguel ordered some wine to share and spent the next hour or so just talking about anything but work—your favorite movies, your dream vacation spots, and even some silly childhood memories. As you both sipped on your drinks and savored each bite of food, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with him.
When you finally finished eating, Miguel took out his phone to check the time again (a habit he couldn't seem to shake), only to find that it was much later than he thought. “Wow,” he said, looking up at you with a sheepish grin. “I guess we really got caught up.”
“Don't worry about it,” you replied with a smile. “We both needed this.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “Come on,” he continued. “Let's head back.” You left the restaurant hand in hand, feeling more relaxed and connected than you had all day.
As you walked down the street together, Miguel's arm brushed against your shoulder every now and then, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. When you finally reached his office, he took your hand and led you inside. The room was dimly lit as well, casting long shadows across the floor as you made your way to his desk. He loosened his tie before turning around to face you.
“So,” he began softly, running a finger along your jawline. “What was it you said earlier, hmm? Giving me a hand?” You bit your lower lip nervously as he stepped closer, bringing his body flush against yours. His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, “How about we make use of that right now?”
Miguel lifted you onto his desk, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him. Your legs were spread wide, offering yourself to him in an unmistakable invitation. With trembling hands, he reached down and cupped your soft mound, feeling the heat radiating off it as he began to massage gently.
“Miguel,” you whispered hoarsely, arching your back as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. He teased at the sensitive folds between your legs before pressing slowly inside. You cried out softly at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily. His other hand found its way to one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipple as he took control of your body with both hands.
You whimpered, leaning into his touch. “Oh God, Miguel...I need you.” He looked into your eyes, his own filled with desire. “Estoy aquí, mi vida. Voy a cuidar de ti bien.” He murmured before leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
Miguel positioned himself between your legs, his cock at the entrance of your wet and eager pussy. He rubbed the head against your sensitive folds, teasing you with the promise of pleasure to come. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. His fingers traced gentle circles around your entrance, spreading your folds wider apart as he prepared to enter you.
With a deep breath, he pushed forward, slowly inserting his thick cock into your tight heat. You gasped as he filled you up, feeling every inch of him stretching you out. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he began to thrust in and out. The sensation was exquisite—the fullness, the depth, the feeling of being completely claimed by him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you arched your back, pressing your breast against his chest. Your hips undulated in time with his rhythm, begging for more.
His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as he began to thrust harder inside you. You moaned loudly against his lips, needing more of him. With one last glance at you, Miguel allowed himself to give in to the passion that had been building between them. As his pace quickened, his free hand slid down your body until it found its way to your clit. He started rubbing it in circles, adding another layer of pleasure to an already intense experience.
You continued to moan his name, and his own pleasure intensified. His hips bucked against yours in time with the thrusts of his cock as he reached for your clit again. He rubbed it harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The desk beneath you creaked under the force of your movements. You could feel the heat between your legs building up, ready to explode at any moment.
“That's it,” Miguel whispered hoarsely against your lips. “Let go for me.” With one final thrust, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. And then you both did—you screamed out his name as your orgasm crashed over you in a wave of blissful release.
His hot seed filled you up, and together you panted and shook from the intensity of their shared experience. As your heart rate slowed and the world around you started to fade back into focus, Miguel leaned in for another kiss, this one tender and full of love.
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Indulgence
Pairing: Halsin x GN!Reader
Rating: T
Warnings: No spicy moments, but implied horny Halsin.
Summary: Halsin has always struggled with indulging in the more pleasurable aspects of life. However, with the shadow curse lifted and your group now on the road to Baldur's Gate, you and Halsin find time to indulge in a bit of fun and a sweet treat before retiring for the evening.
Word Count: 9.3K
an: It took me too many weeks, but I finally have the fully fleshed out story related to this poll and this little WIP! As it stands, I only have plans for this to be a oneshot, but considering I went back and forth far too many times on if I wanted to add a spicy scene to this, I might write a quick spicy follow up to this if I can find the courage to actually post something smutty.
Read on AO3 here if you prefer!
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The night air was pleasantly warm against your skin as you stepped from the confines of your tent. You stretched your arms above your head, thoroughly exhausted from the traveling the day brought, and you wanted nothing more than to slip into your bedroll and sleep away the stiffness in your body. But a light rumble to your stomach and a tingle on the tip of your tongue for something sweet kept you awake. Your camp was mostly quiet as you strolled across the grounds from your tent to pillage through the crates of supplies, save for the sound of githyanki longsword grinding against a sharpening stone and the playful barks and hoots of your furred companions. Most of your companions had retired for the evening, either by going to their own bedrolls or simply sitting in the mouth of their respective tents and unwinding from the day. The walk from the now former shadow lands had been quite the journey, taking a handful of days to get to where you were now, and still had another day or two of walking ahead of you before you reached the town of Rivington just outside of Baldur’s Gate.
You strolled along the supply crates along the edge of camp, peeking through your rations to find something to satiate your sweet cravings. The crates were filled with plenty of cured meats and cheeses with handfuls of fresh vegetables scattered about, but not the first pastry or bit of chocolate in sight. You grumbled to yourself as you continued rummaging, but you eventually found the small jar of honey you had collated a few days prior. Your skin tingled at the memory of the few dozen bee stings you’d received as punishment for cutting away a chunk of the honeycomb, but for now it was more than worth the trouble. You slowly poured part of the jar into an empty bowl, watching as the sweet, thick substance flowed from the mouth of the jar. By the time you’d coated the bottom of your bowl, you rotated the jar just a bit to stop the stream and wiped the rim with your finger.
You popped your forefinger into your mouth and cleaned off the bit of honey that lingered, humming in satisfaction at the first taste of the fresh honey. After the lid had been secured, you slotted the jar back in its spot and continued your search for your late night craving. You would need something of substance to eat with the honey to satisfying the gnawing in your stomach and you finally settled on two tart apples. You plucked a clean paring knife from the camp cook station and added it to your small stash of goods.
As you turned from the supply boxes to return yourself to your tent for the evening, you spotted Halsin sitting alone by the dying fire, quietly thumbing through a rather large book. He always made it a habit of sitting off to the side or just in the mouth of his tent, forever reluctant to join the rest of the group when it came time to relax. So, by sitting at the campfire, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would mind a bit of conversation before bed. But, then again, you weren’t sure. Halsin had always claimed that duty and responsibility kept him from truly enjoying down time; feeling that he should be out doing something about the issues at hand instead of sitting idly by. Ever since you plucked the bear from the clutches of the goblins, you can’t recall hardly ever seeing him actually relax or indulge in anything remotely pleasurable. With this in mind, you didn’t want to disturb the few moments of peace and self indulgence he allowed himself by disturbing him.
The stress of the grove weighed heavily on his shoulders, but not long after he left the grove to join your group you had started to see his stoic demeanor begin to bend ever so slightly. Of course the little bit of reprieve he had was short lived once you finally made it to the shadow cursed lands. His duty and sense of responsibility while there was heightened beyond belief and you couldn’t pry him from lifting the curse if you wanted to. So, the look of absolute joy and relief on his face once the curse had finally lifted was certainly a sight for your eyes. He actually seemed happy.
Halsin was reclined by the fire with his legs stretched out in front of him and an elbow supported on an old log behind him. A heavy book resting in his lap, the thumb of his free hand lightly ran along the corners of the pages repeatedly as he read. You caught yourself staring as he flipped to the next page and used his fingers to smooth out the pages before returning them to their ministrations of the corners. You still wrestled with yourself on if you should approach him or not, truly not wanting to bother him, but also not wanting him to feel left our from the group. Eventually, you found yourself walking towards the druid and stopped a few steps from where he was seated.
“Care for some company?” You asked as you approached with your bowl of treats in hand. Halsin looked up from his book, greeting you with his usual, gentle smile.
“Always.” He extended his hand to offer you the seat beside him, softly patting the ground. You carefully stepped over his legs as you made your way to the spot offered to you. You sat on the ground beside him, your lower back resting against the log. You crossed your legs in front of you, placing your bowl in the space between your thighs, giving yourself a suitable spot to rest for the evening until you retired back to your tent. Your leg lightly brushed against Halsin’s thigh as they crossed and you felt him shift slightly, clearing his throat as he adjusted.
“Good evening, my friend.” He said as he adjusted the opened book in his lap, his hand rested atop the pages, securely keeping the book against his thighs.
“Good evening.” You said as you gave a final wiggle to your hips so you could fully settle, “Care to indulge?” You offered him one of the two apples you had brought with you. He graciously accepted the piece of fruit, sinking his teeth into the flesh with a satisfied crunch as you showed him the bowl of honey.
“Do you want some? I know they’re not the sweetest of apples.” He shook his head as he chewed his bit of apple, holding his hand up to stop you from pressing the bowl closer to him.
“No, thank you, though,” he said after he had swallowed, “I certainly pulled enough bee stingers from you the other night that you’ve earned it all for yourself.” He gave a slight chuckle and a gentle nudge to your elbow.
“It was worth it.” You said sheepishly as you recalled having to ask Halsin for help with healing the welts and pulling the stingers from you that you had difficulty in dislodging.
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the serenity of the evening in each others company. Halsin turned his attention back to his book as he continued to bite away at his apple and you focused on cutting yours into slices. You took the paring knife you’d brought with you and used it to cut the apple in half, making it easier to cut away at the flesh. With each piece you took off, you dropped them back into the bowl and tossed any bits of seeds or core into the fire ahead of you.
“You don’t have to sit by yourself, you know.” You said as you sliced off another chunk of apple, “I mean if you want to that’s fine, of course, but you don’t have to. You’re as much a part of this group as anyone else.” You glanced to him as you spoke, having finished your slicing and placed the knife on the ground beside you.
“I thank you for the sentiment, but truthfully I don’t feel like that’s the case.” Halsin looked up from his book once again, meeting your gaze in a way that made your skin tingle.
“Why not?” You asked as your brows knitted together, “Has someone said something?”
“Not at all,” he said calmly, “but you know as well I that I haven’t exactly been present for the more…bonding moments that others have enjoyed. I seem to have made myself an outsider. Aside from your company, of course. You’ve always gone out of your way and for that I thank you.” His voice was genuine as he spoke, which relieved any worry that there was trouble among camp members.
“Ah, well, I guess that means you’re stuck with me around the campfire from now on.” You leaned over slightly and nudged him with your shoulder as he chuckled at your response.
“You will always be most welcome.” With a final bite he finished off his apple, tossing the core into the fire ahead of him before returning back to his previous position. He reclined against the log once again, putting his weight against one arm on the log and the other returning to rest along the book spread across his lap, his fingers absentmindedly running along the lip of the cover.
You were blissfully unaware of the hungry eyes watching your every move as you indulged in your sweet treat. Halsin’s gaze was transfixed on the movements of your wonderfully nimble fingers as you selected a slice of tart apple from your bowl and coated it with a generous amount of the honey you’d procured earlier in the day. You twirled the slice in your fingers, trying to break the sticky strings that came as you tried to scoop the thickened treat onto the fruit. Halsin was unsure if time had slowed or if it was simply his own desires fogging his mind, but watching this relatively mundane task had become almost intoxicating.
Your attention was quickly pulled from your snack before you had a chance to bite into it, the call of your name from across camp making you pause. You still held the slice in your fingers, hovering over the bowl as you spoke to your companion about an event from earlier in the day. The honey that rested at the tip of the apple slice began to drip, slowly making its way along the fruit and onto your thumb. Halsin was sitting close enough that he could smell the sweetness and the light floral notes that came from the honey, the scent alone being enough to have his mouth watering for a taste. Although he couldn’t help but wonder at how the taste would change when mixed with the taste of your skin as he watched the honey continue to drop down the length of your arm.
He had longed for your touch for some time now, but ever since the group had parted the shadow lands, the longing had become incessant. Unbeknownst to you, Halsin wanted more from you; more than just friendship. He wanted companionship. He wanted you. And in this moment he wanted nothing more than to clean the honey from your skin with his own tongue and kiss your dexterous fingers that had been teasing him all day. The impulsive urge to act on the idea was tempting, but given that he had yet to approach you about wanting more, he tried to push the thought from his mind.
Realizing the sticky mess that was now running down your arm, you quickly popped the apple slice covered in what remaining honey that wasn’t dripping down your arm into your mouth. You searched the small area by the campfire for any sort of cloth to wipe your hands on, but ultimately decided to simply lick it off when you couldn’t find a suitable rag and the sticky honey was now nearing your elbow. With a turn of your head and twist of your arm, you found the large drip of honey on your arm and pressed your tongue along the sweet trail. Starting near your elbow, you slowly pulled your tongue along your inner forearm, collecting the fallen honey in the small well created by your tongue. Given just how sticky the honey was, you found yourself going over the same spots multiple times in an attempt to get every drop that had made its way down your arm.
Halsin could feel his heart pick up speed and almost threaten to beat out of his chest the more he watched you clean yourself of the honey and the grip on the book in his lap tightened with each swipe of your tongue. The tips of his pointed ears had grown warm in a flush and his throat had suddenly gone dry. Despite the growing tension and the tightening of desire growing in his muscles, he found himself simply unable to look away from you. It had been so long that he’d been able to indulge in desires of his own that he had become complacent with pushing away his wants until he had completed his duties. But now those duties had been fulfilled, with your help of course, he was now free to purse any desires he’d denied himself for so long. And the druid was dangerously close to losing any and all control over keeping these wants at bay until the proper moment.
By the time you’d made your way to your honey coated thumb, you finally picked up on the eyes that had been focused on your movements for so long. Your own gaze flicked to Halsin, whose face was a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place, and couldn’t help but smile in embarrassment as he’d caught your blunder. What you couldn’t notice, however, was the heat rising along Halsin’s neck and the thread of tension in his chest that was threatening to break at any second. However, when you stuck the entirety of your thumb into your mouth and slowly pulled off the honey while still holding his gaze, that delicately held together thread finally snapped.
Without a word, Halsin sharply shut his book, practically flinging it from his lap, letting it drop into the dirt as he abruptly stood. Your head tilted upwards, curiously watching as his frame loomed over yours as you remained seated against your log. His legs stepped over yours as he started to leave the campsite, stomping into the ground beside you. You watched as he made off for the inner depths of the trees, walking as fast as his legs would carry him. You had half a mind to follow him, now afraid that you had done or said something to offend him, or even anger him. However, your intentions to follow him into the woods were short lived when you were quickly bombarded with a snout and beak clambering over each other to have a bite of your apples and honey.
Halsin walked quickly into the expanse of the forest, easily slipping between trees and shrubs as he tried to make it as far away from camp, and your teasingly delightful movements, as he could. He could feel a deep rumble in his throat threaten to let loose and a flutter in his heart before it turned into a steady, yet quickened pace. The memory of you oh so deliciously cleaning up the honey from your fingers was burning hot in his mind, causing heat to course through his body and settle in other areas. But laced within this arousal was also an equal amount of anger for himself.
He wanted you more than anything he had wanted in so long that he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He was elated and almost giddy whenever you graced him with your company, although he was usually good at keeping his demeanor calm and collected. A solemn, unwavering wall he had built to control his emotions and desires while still trying to work a way out to rid Thaniel’s realm of the curse while also not drowning in the stress and strain that the grove demanded for over a century was beginning to crumble, letting a playful youth and optimism begin to break through. The cracks in the wall were caused simply by you and your kindness, your generosity, and your unwavering determination to simply do the right thing for those in need; for those like himself. Halsin wanted to take things further with you, to see if there could be more than just a friendship and a battle alliance, but he was finding that he had issues in taking the next step.
He himself was always susceptible to holding off on acting on desires until more pressing, mature tasks like the shadow curse had been dealt with, finding that he couldn’t enjoy indulging in more carnal or whimsical pleasures until the work was over. He knew you were not like that, but he still felt the same guilt whenever he even considered approaching you for something more. The Absolute was now marching towards Baldur’s Gate with an army of enthralled and tadpole infected and the threat of the Elder Brain becoming in control was ever pressing. He simply couldn’t justify indulging in his own selfish wants and pleasures when something that important was a looming threat. Halsin could wait. He would wait. But that didn’t mean that his own feelings and desires weren’t too much to handle at times.
Halsin gritted his teeth as he walked, nose flaring in a snarl as the overwhelming heat that engulfed his body was becoming too much to control. He had gotten a decent ways away before he felt the urge become all consuming, stooping over in a hunch before erupting backwards in a flash of golden light and a burst of magic. A large cave bear landed on all fours, crushing the hard earth underneath heavy paws. The bear shook his shoulders, releasing a bit of tension before galloping deeper into the forest. Primal urges and instincts always seemed to win out in the end, no matter how hard Halsin tried to control them, and they wouldn’t be tamed easily.
It wasn’t long before the galloping bear eventually came to a stop, breathing heavily at the exertion and arousal still burning through his veins. A pristine, quiet pond stopped the bear in his tracks, a wonderfully calming spot deep in nature that could soothe and subdue the beast running rampant through the woods. Halsin took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the algae clinging to the edge of the pond and listening to the sounds nearby. Crickets chirped loudly all around, sounding off out of sync so there was almost always one singing into the night.
Beautifully luminescent fireflies lazily bobbed around the surface of the water and high into the trees, their glow mixing with the moon that was still high in the sky; well past midnight, but still a few hours before the sun would rise. The serenity of the pond was still not enough for Halsin to be able to regain control of the beast. He stepped into the water, feeling the icy cold water beginning to finally tame the fire almost boiling in his veins. Another step in and the beast was becoming easier to control, but still needed just a bit more.
You stepped quietly through the trees, effortlessly weaving your way through foliage and over gnarled tree roots poking up from the ground as you searched for the druid. A few hours had passed since his abrupt departure and with all of your companions now sleeping peacefully in their bedrolls, four footed ones included, with the exception of one particularly cryptic druid. Something about Halsin’s sudden urgency to leave didn’t sit well with you and after he had not yet returned, you were concerned. You knew good and well he was in no real danger and could easily handle himself, but you knew there was something gnawing at his mind and if it was something you could help alleviate, you were more than willing to miss out on a few hours sleep.
Realistically, you were walking blindly into the forest. You had no sense of where Halsin could have wandered off to and your tracking skills were less than ideal. But nonetheless you pushed forward, taking time to enjoy the silence of the night as you meandered your way through your surroundings. You didn’t bother to bring a torch given just how bright the moon was and only had to fumble a bit under the thickest spots of the canopy. After some time, you picked up on the steadily increasing sounds of crickets and stopped to marvel at the blanket of fireflies that thrived in the darkness.
Between the chirps of the cricket hiding in the grass, you heard the sound of something lightly splashing against water. You redirected your course to head towards the sound and soon stumbled upon a small pond. A symphony of croaking frogs began as you neared the water, surprised to see such a quaint little pond in such a thick forest. The splashing came again, this time the sound seemly skipping across the surface of the water, and as you reached the end of the trees, you could see the remaining ripples riding against the water.
Halsin was standing up to his shins in pond, his trousers rolled to just above his knees and his shoes had been long forgotten in the grass leading to the water, yet still mysteriously wet. His back was to you and he had yet to hear you approach, too engrossed in skipping stones across the water than to hear you coming up behind him. You could see the muscles of his arms flexing and releasing in the soft glow of the moonlight, an obvious tension in the thickness of the muscles. Something had set the druid on edge and you feared that you were the catalyst of his frustrations; although you had no inkling of a clue that you were also the solution.
You watched as he wound his arm slightly before flinging a stone from his hand. The rock skipped beautifully across the water, jumping ten times or more before finally sinking to the bottom of the pond. He waited for the water to quiet once again before throwing another stone, but his one much more forceful. Instead of skipping across the water, the rock simply splashed on impact and sunk. There was a frustration in his throw, a side you didn’t see from Halsin very often out of battle, but you still hadn’t determined the cause. You hesitated in your spot, thinking it would probably be best to simply turn away and let him work through his feelings in this state, but part of you wanted to stay. You’d helped him with many issues thus far, so why stop now?
You took another step towards the pond, purposefully stepping on a branch so it would snap and give away your position. Halsin’s head turned the trees, alarm quickly giving way to relief when you saw you stepping from the foliage. You noted how the scrunched expression on his face melted at the sight of you, making you believe that perhaps he wasn’t angry with you. He gave you a single nod as you approached the edge of the lake, his blood still running too warm for his liking and he wasn’t sure he could speak without a sense of desperation to his voice. You nodded in response, taking the opportunity of finding a body of water to rinse your hands.
“Is everything all right?” You asked as you knelt by the shoreline, dunking your hands in the cool water to wash away any sticky remnants of the honey you’d eaten earlier.
“Oh, yes I’m fine. Just needed some space to think.” Halsin said as he tossed another stone across the quiet surface of the water, “With the city drawing nearer, I fear a peaceful spot like this will be difficult to find. I wanted to savor it while it lasts; try to process recent events and what comes next.”
“Ah. Well… I won’t keep you then.” You said as you stood, flicking water droplets from your fingers in an attempt to dry them, “We both know peace rarely stays for long when I’m around.” You gave a half hearted smile, still unsure if you had done something to upset the druid. Your mind had been settled at the very least, knowing he was safe and had seemingly calmed himself enough to sate your troubled mind.
“Nonsense,” Halsin’s voice was almost surprised, “there is plenty of space in nature for the both of us. You are no bother to me, my friend.” You hesitated for a moment, but eventually spoke.
“You’re certain?” Halsin’s head cocked slightly, picking up on the uncertainty in your voice and realizing that his sudden departure might have offended you in some way.
“Will you join me?” He asked softly as he extended out his hand, offering you a rock to skip yourself.
You felt your heart begin to pick up pace at his offer, having very few times in memory where he’s specifically asked for your company. Normally you asked if he would mind if you joined or he would offer you a space next to him, but very rarely had he specifically asked you to join him. Because of this, you happily obliged and began unlacing your boots to join him in the water. Halsin could feel that familiar warmth beginning to creep into his chest again as he watched your ever teasing fingers quickly unlace your boots. He shifted in the water again, finding a colder spot to stand in as you rolled your trouser legs up to your knee before stepping into the water yourself.
“Good gods.” You muttered as you stepped further into the water, the sudden chill on your legs making your skin seize up and a chill go down your spine.
“Quite brisk tonight, despite how warm the air is.” Halsin said as you stood by him in the water, which had already soaked well past your knees given the depth of your section of pond. You nodded in agreement, still trying to adjust to the temperature change.
He offered you the stone again and you happily accepted it, your fingers brushing against his as you grabbed the stone. You did a double take and took his hand in both of yours, marveling at how unbelievably warm they were when considering he’d been standing in cold water for quite some time now.
“Do you always run so warm to the touch?” You asked as you finally pried your hands away from his, realizing just how long you had lingered.
“I have lately,” Halsin admitted as you turned the stone in your hand, “the beast tends to run hot and emerge more often when I have something pressing on my mind.” Halsin flicked his wrist and sent another stone skidding across the water, ending with a satisfying plunk as it dipped below the surface.
You were never sure why he always referred to his bear form as a beast. Sure, the bear was a formidable opponent in battle and could show quite the fury when angered, but ultimately the so-called beast was still Halsin. To you, the bear was as much Halsin as Halsin was the bear; one in the same. And admittedly, as much as you admired Halsin, you were also rather fond of the bear.
“Anything I can do to help ease your mind?” You asked softly, “I won’t pry, but if I can be of some use, please, let me know.”
“Some use?” Halsin asked through a hearty chuckle, “You’ve helped me more than I could have imagined. You’ve greatly exceeded any expectations I could have possibly had when I met you. I do hope you know just how grateful I am for you, my friend.” You found yourself blushing at his praises, a warmth stinging the apples of your cheeks.
“Well, how about more use, then?” You offered after your blush began to die down, still wanting to offer help for the druid if you could.
“I won’t burden you with an old druid’s ramblings.” He said softly, turning his gaze to yours, “You have your own matters to worry about that are much more important.”
“Well,” you sighed when you realized he would go no further, “if you need whatever worth my opinion has on a matter or even just an ear to vent to, I’m here.” Halsin nodded to you as a way of thanks, taking a brief moment to simply admire you before sending another stone across the water.
You both stood in your respective spots for a long while, taking turns to throw stones across the pond. The stones Halsin skipped were always fluid and elegant, easily surpassing a dozen or so skips before finishing off. Yours, on the other hand, were much more choppy. You didn’t think you’d managed to pass more than two skips and most of your stone ended up simply splashing in the water the second they left your fingers. You weren’t the most skilled stone skipper in Faerûn, but you were admittedly enjoying yourself.
“Are you competitive, Halsin?” You asked after a while, wanting to fill the silence between you and still try to find a way to lift his spirits. If you couldn’t help him with his burdens, then you’d at least like to let him enjoy the night.
“I can be,” he said with a playful glint to his eye, “when I have time to indulge in more light hearted activities. And with the right company, of course.” He motioned to you with his finger.
“Well, in that case, care to indulge me? How about a fresh jar of honey for the winner? Don’t think I didn’t see you eyeing it earlier.” You tossed the rock in your hand and caught it with a touch of flare. Halsin was thankful that the cool water he was standing in kept his heart from racing and his blood from once again running too hot. His eyes focused on the stone you twirled in your fingers as you awaited an answer, your digits once again testing the limits of his self control.
“I can’t say it’s not tempting,” he spoke slowly, trying to regain a steadiness to his voice, “but, given the circumstances, I’m not sure if indulging is the right thing to do. Not right now, at least. The threat of the Absolute takes priority, does it not?”
“It does, but there’s no harm in indulging in something you want, especially now.” You stopped twirling your stone, opting to simply look out across the water as you spoke, “ The Absolute will be there tomorrow just as it was there today. What happens in our downtime will happen if we’re abstaining from joyous things or giving in completely. So, my thinking at least, is let yourself indulge. The world could end in the morning, so I’m going to enjoy tonight while I still can.”
How Halsin wished he could simply take your view on the world. He couldn’t help but think of all the stress and strain that could have been avoided if he had simply taken one night off here and there to just live. The responsibilities the grove suddenly presented to him all those years ago when the shadow curse first took hold had locked his mind in a constant battle for balance. He always strove to find balance in the natural world, but never took the time to find balance within himself. Instead, he allowed himself to be burdened and live almost as a ghost of his former self for the better part of a century. Until he met you. You were the balance he so desperately craved and wanted.
“Are you always so convincing?” He asked after a moment with a soft grin, finally relenting and decided that tonight would simply be one of indulgence and a bit of fun.
“I have my moments.” You said with a shrug and a cheeky smile.
You each took a handful of smooth stones from under the water, taking time to find ones that were just the right size and weight for your little game. You had decided that the winner would be whoever could skip a stone the furthest across the surface of the water before you decided to head back to camp. The moon had started to lower, the darkness beginning to lighten ever so slightly, signaling that sunrise was merely an hour or two away.
You once again took turns tossing rocks across with water with very similar results. You clearly knew Halsin would win your little competition and while the more competitive side of you wanted to win, you were simply happy with watching Halsin actually enjoy himself. The feeling was only boosted by the idea that he was enjoying spending his very little free time with you of all people. The thought brought you back to the moment you had shared earlier in camp when he abruptly left, the feeling of guilt once again returning with the thought that you had annoyed him.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you earlier,” you said as another one of your stones plunked into the water on the first toss, “I should have let you enjoy your evening in peace.”
“You didn’t disturb me,” he said almost immediately, “I always enjoy every moment of your company. It’s just that… long suppressed emotions are bubbling towards the surface. Left unchecked they’re liable to break the tension and I’ll lose any sense of self control.” He sent another rock across the water, this one a bit more forceful, and it skidded across the water to reach his highest number of skips yet.
“Well, sometimes it’s good to let those feelings out. Cry, scream at the sky, go on a rampage. Seems to help Karlach well enough.” You threw a rock and had to catch yourself before losing your footing and falling in the water, “Hells, if you want to go stomping around as a bear for a while if you think it’ll be of assistance, have at it. I’ll be here when you get back and maybe I’ll have figured out how to properly skip a damn stone by the time you return.” He chuckled at your response, truly appreciative of the admiration of the bear, but also at your very sorry attempts at throwing rocks.
“Widen your stance,” he said as he pointed to your legs, “it’ll give you more stability so you can focus on tossing the stone and not toppling into the water.” You adjusted your leg slightly, pulling one leg just a bit from the other before looking back to Halsin for approval. He simply shook his head and pointed to the side, hinting that you should adjust more. The same cycle repeated for a few rounds with the same result.
“May I?” Halsin said after a few tries and finally gestured to your leg, wanting permission to help you adjust your stance before touching you.
“Of course.” You said softly, finding your heart had begun to give the slightest flutter in your chest as Halsin trudged through the water to stand behind you.
You felt Halsin’s foot nudge yours from under the water, encouraging you to shift your legs further apart. You obliged, shifting your leg until you felt the druid stop his movements. Admittedly, you felt more secure in your posture as you dug your toes into the sandy bottom of the pond. Your breath involuntarily hitched as you felt a pair of large hands on your hips, pulling back slightly and encouraging you to angle one hip further back. As before, you complied. Taking one small step back with one foot until you were at a slight angle.
“Good,” Halsin said softly against your ear, “just like that.” He could feel his own chest begin to tighten as you melted under his touch.
With his own lips close to your ear, he could hear the skip to your breath and could see the prickling of your skin as his warm breath tickled your neck. When you angled your hips with Halsin’s movements, your upper back softly rested against Halsin’s broad chest, fitting together almost seamlessly. The warmth of his body so close to yours was a welcome reprieve from the cold water you’d been standing in and you had to resist the urge to lean back more than you already had. You could each feel the others heart beat begin to increase, the pounding steadily increasing the longer your touch lingered on the other.
You had the quick touch here and there in the past, whether it be through healing or exploring or even a quick pat on the back for moral support, but it had never been anything more. Nothing had ever lingered for more than a few fleeting seconds and none had ever set your heart ablaze like it was now. Although not inherently sexual, there was a sexual tension in the air around you. Your seemingly simple offer to skip stones had quickly turned into something much more intimate. And admittedly, you were beginning to think that maybe there was more to Halsin than to just be a traveling companion. Perhaps you wanted more.
Shamelessly, you had flirted with him many weeks ago with the tiefling celebration with the aid of half a bottle of a wine, and had very gently been turned down. As much as it had disappointed you at the time, you respected his decision. After all, you were little more than strangers at the time and Halsin had his own share of problems to deal with first. But, now that the shadow curse had been lifted and his duties at the grove were nonexistent now, then just maybe something could happen between the two of you.
“Now for the stone.” Halsin said after clearing the lump of excitement from his throat. He took the stone from your hand, turning it over in his hands to ensure it was the correct size and weight for skipping.
You watched as the stone moved through his fingers, noting just how small the stone looked in his hands when the same stone looked large when compared to yours. You had expected his calloused hands to be rough against your skin, but as his fingers brushed against yours, you noticed how exceedingly gentle they were. You had seen his very hands decimate enemies and battle and rip foes apart when in wild shape, but in this moment his hand cradled yours as if you’d break if he were any rougher.
“Curl these fingers into your palm,” Halsin’s voice brought you back from your thoughts, “and use them to hold the stone steady until you’re ready to throw.” Halsin’s opposite hand was cupping yours, gently pushing your last three fingers with his own so they would curl into themselves. With his hand on yours and the other still holding the stone, you found yourself engulfed between his arms, each of his resting on either side of you.
“Good. Now, use your thumb to hold the bottom of the stone and let it run along the length of your finger. Hook it at the tip.” Halsin effortlessly spread your thumb and pointer finger with his own, giving him the change to slot the skipping stone into your grasp.
Halsin hesitated for a moment, but his other hand eventually settled on your side, keeping your hips aligned with how they had been previously positioned. He felt your skin prickle at his touch, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his heart thumped even harder against his chest. He had to step back just slightly to keep you from feeling the same warmth he felt begin to grow in other areas of his body.
“Arm back.” He said as he pulled your arm back at a bend. You allowed him to move your arm as needed until your arm was completely nestled against his. You could feel the tightness of his muscles as he moved his arm in tandem with yours and you could actually feel just how strong his hulking arms were.
“Now I throw?” You whispered, finding your voice difficult to get out.
“Yes, but there’s a trick,” Halsin’s voice was once again at your ear, his breath tickling the outer shell as he spoke, “you’ll throw outward, but angle it down just slightly. It allows for a slight spin on the stone when you flick it from your fingers and it’ll skip along nicely.”
With your hand in his, he adjusted the slant of your grip until it was perfect. He kept his grip on you as he helped you toss the stone, his body moving time with yours as he used his arm to guide your own. With a flick of his wrist, and subsequently yours, the rock was thrown perfectly from your grasp and quickly skipped across the water. You both watched in a bit of amazement as the stone surpassed two dozen skips before finally coming to a stop. It was the furthest a rock had been thrown that evening and you were suddenly faced with a dilemma.
“So,” you drawled out as Halsin’s grip remained on you, “who gets the credit for that throw?” The druid couldn’t help but chuckle at the question, not quite sure how to answer it himself. He then realized that he was still holding onto you as you stood in the water and he hesitantly broke away. His fingers lingered ever so slightly on your skin, relishing the contact he’d so greatly been craving.
“I supposed we could call it a tie,” he said eventually, “and we’ll just have to see who can break it.” You nodded in agreement, satisfied with his answer, and readied yourself to begin throwing more stones now that you’d had just an exhilarating lesson.
You and Halsin spent the next few moments searching the pond for more suitable stones, the bulk of the ones at your feet having already been tossed. With sloshing at your legs and dirt between your toes, you walked as best you could to a new spot, hunched over as you inspected the ground for smooth, rounded rocks. Very soon you were joined by Halsin, who had yet to find a good rock, and you both simply searched the pond in silence.
“You know, it’s nice to see you like this.” You said eventually, still having come up empty handed for a decent rock.
“Like what? Hunched over and looking for rocks in the middle of the night?” Halsin asked with a chuckle as he continued looking himself. You found yourself standing across from each other, bent over and faces close to the edge of the water, but also rather close to each other. Half a step forward and your nose would be bumping into his.
“No,” you said with a giggle, “relaxing and, dare I say, even happy. It’s a good look for you.” He glanced up to you, offering you a gentle smile.
“I have you to thank for that. You’ve helped me far more than you probably should have already. It’s not fair of me to always burden you with my troubles; they’re not your burdens to bear. Pardon the pun, if you will.” His familiar seriousness had returned to his voice as he spoke, but he was nothing but sincere.
“Well maybe not, but my tadpole problem isn’t yours either. It’s okay to rely on others when you need help, Halsin. I know that what you had as Archdruid forced you to bear your burdens alone, but you don’t need to anymore. You’ve got an entire camps worth of people that would do anything to help. And if all else fails then you’ll have me. Please know that my hand is extended if you need the help.” You instinctively reached forward, not realizing just what you were doing until your slightly cold fingers ran across his burning cheek. You were committed by that point and simply cupped his cheek for a moment to show your sincerity before dropping it back to the tops of your thighs.
“Another night, perhaps.” He finally said after a brief moment of silence, “For tonight I’m too occupied with besting you at a bit of stone skipping.”
“You seem rather confident.” You said with a huff, being met with a similarly wide grin from the druid.
“After as many stones that you simply threw into the water? I am rather confident.” You responded by playfully dipping your fingers in the water in front of you, bringing them up sharply to splash a small amount of the chilly water on Halsin’s face.
You had expected some sort of witty remark, but instead, you were met with a very large and very cold splash of water to your own face and chest. Halsin had used both his hands to deliver a rather large amount of pond water to you, easily soaking your already thin camp tunic. You stood up straight, the chill going straight to your spine and making your skin prickle once again at the sensation. Your rock skipping competition had now been forgotten and you were both now splashing each other back and forth in the pond. You circled each other, trying to evade the onslaught of water heading towards each of you. You would let out a shriek turned giggle each time you were doused with another handful of water, folding in on yourself momentarily until the initial shock wore off. Halsin was much more dignified when he was splashed by your much smaller handfuls of water, but was no doubt feeling just a chilled after some time.
You continued to circle each other, steadily splashing each other more and more quickly as the game progressed. That was, however, until you finally lost your footing on a smooth rock that you hadn’t seen earlier, and started falling backwards. Thanks to his reflexes, Halsin was able to realize that you were falling much faster than you were, and reached out to grab a hold of your arm in an attempt to keep you from fully submerging yourself in the water. His hold certainly helped you from fully dunking into the water, but you were too far gone for it to save you from getting wet, and you inadvertently pulled the druid down on top of you as you fell into the pond.
You let out a hiss through your teeth as your bottom collided with the rocks and dirt underneath you, cold water immediately soaking your shirt and wetting your entire back. Halsin had come close to falling on top of you, but thankfully caught himself on his hands and knees before colliding with you. What he couldn’t prevent, however, was where he landed. You soon realized that the druid was looming over you, one of his massive legs was sandwiched between yours and the other rested along your outer hip. His hands were near your sides, not quite close enough to touch, but enough to fully cage you underneath him as your nose sat mere inches from his. You both simply froze in your spots, realizing the precariousness of your situation, yet somehow enraptured by it.
You could feel Halsin’s warm breath come out in strong bursts against your face, faintly smelling of the apple he had eaten earlier. Your eyes locked to his, unsure of what to do or say in the moment, and you were hoping he would be the more reasonable of the two. However, you were simply met with a tension filled silence, the druid also not sure of what to do or say next. His eyes slowly trailed down from yours, eventually settling along your lips. You let out the slightest of gasps as you felt his hand cup your cheek, much like yours had done to his just moments before, and you felt your heart pound harder than you could image as his thumb made its way down your cheek bone. You were fully expecting his lips to press to your own moments later, but instead you were surprised with a different move.
Halsin slowly ran his thumb across your bottom lip, starting at the corner of your mouth and gently pulling until he came to the center, your lip bending to his movements as he went. When his thumb left your skin after what felt like an eternity, he lifted the digit to your line of sight and revealed a small amount of honey. Your tongue instinctively licked your lip where his thumb had just been, searching for any remaining bit that had apparently been stuck to your mouth all evening. Before you could thank him for removing the sticky mess from your lip, he popped his honey covered thumb into his mouth, licking off the treat as his eyes remained locked onto yours.
You felt your heart pound against your chest and in your ears as you watched him lick off the teasingly small taste of honey from his thumb. There was something fiery in his eyes as he meticulously cleaned his thumb, something you had never seen so potent and strong before; desire. It only just dawned on you that your own honey licking earlier was what sent him into such a frenzy and caused his urgency to leave. Halsin wanted you and wanted you enough to drive himself mad with desire. Your breath suddenly came in pants as you felt a desirable warmth spread across your abdomen. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him just as desperately in this moment.
“There’s more,” you said breathlessly, “if you want.” Your voice was just a whisper against Halsin’s skin. You weren’t sure if the sudden lack of oxygen in your lungs was from the cool water now engulfing your chest or if it was from the sudden proximity of the druid hovering over you. You also weren’t sure yourself if you still only referring to honey.
“I do, more than anything, I do.” There was desperation in his words, but also a hint of hesitation in his voice as he spoke.
“But…?” You said after a moment, knowing there was more to his statement than just desire. Like that night at the tiefling party, you felt as if you were about to be gently turned down once again.
“But not tonight,” his gaze was soft as he spoke, understanding the delicate nature of the topic at hand, “the sun is rising and very soon our companions will stir for the day.”
Halsin wanted more than just a quick night to simply satiate primal needs. He wanted companionship from you, but wasn’t sure himself if you shared in his desires. He could tell you wanted at least one night with him, and until he was certain you also wanted more, he wanted to make the one guaranteed night to be memorable for himself at the least. Halsin needed an early evening and a long night so he could take his time to properly savor you; the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin against his, the scent of your arousal. He wanted to etch it all into memory.
If you didn’t want more time with him, he wanted to be able to remember your night together over and over again to satiate his own desires when alone in his tent. To recall the way your body moved and arched with his touch, to replay the wonderful little noises that would come from your lips when he found the right spot, and, most importantly, to reminisce about the way you felt around him. Your touch had teased him for so long now and he needed to feel you against every part of him more than he needed anything else. But, he needed a proper night. One where he could take his time with you without worry of being interrupted either by your camp mates or the rising sun.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong. You also knew that if your companions noticed that you both were missing, they would surely coming looking for you and interrupt any bit of fun you and Halsin had decided to enjoy together.
“And,” he said as he brought his lips to your ear as he whispered, but not enough to touch, “if I’m going to indulge in something I’ve wanted for this long, I want to take the time to savor the taste.” You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, the promise of something more to come in the following days was enough to subdue the raging warmth you felt in your abdomen and legs. You nodded in response and were greeted with a thankful smile.
You both remained there for a moment longer before the chill of the water was too much to bear. Halsin stood first, climbing off of your frame before helping you to your feet. You each wrung out as much water from your clothes and hair as possible before picking up your long forgotten shoes and making the long walk back to camp. You walked in silence as you returned to camp, your soaked clothes sloshing about filling the void of silence.
The sun was beginning to crest just as the crickets and fireflies had quieted down for the morning. Orange light filtered through the leaves of the canopy above as morning birds began their songs for the day, the rays of sun slightly warming your overly chilled bodies. By the time you made it just to the edge of camp, you were relieved to see that no one had yet stirred for the day. The last thing you wanted to do was explain why you and Halsin were returning to camp soaking wet after being gone for most of the night. Halsin stopped you before you could step into the camp, a soft touch lingering on your skin. You turned to face him, getting lost in the softness of his eyes as he spoke.
“Get what rest you can,” he whispered to you, “we’ll let ourselves indulge in the other after the sun sets for the day.” You smiled at the promise, already wishing for the day to go by as quickly as possible.
“Until tonight, then.” You said softly as you began to make your way towards your tent.
“Until tonight.” Halsin replied as he followed suit to his own living quarters.
You stepped quietly through the camp, hoping the sound of wet cloth rubbing against itself wouldn’t be enough to wake your companions, especially the camp animals. Halsin had made it to the mouth of his tent long before you’d made it to yours, considering yours was the furthest from the pond. You took a quick glance back towards his tent and found that he had not yet gone inside, but was waiting just in the threshold. He wanted to ensure you had gotten inside before he retired for a few moments rest himself. You met his gaze as you gripped the flap to your tent and were met with a quick wink before the druid ducked inside his own tent and out of sight. Your heart fluttered at the gesture and you quickly stepped inside your dwelling space and closed the flap just as you heard the tent next to you begin to stir for the morning.
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REQUESTS OPEN OMG EVERYONE CHEERED. hi i was thinking.. what if… hmm.. what if.. guardian angel y/n x connor lassiter where in unwind instead of lev saving him after the happy jack explosion its y/n. (they kiss at the end PLEase)
ANYWAYS ILY u survived exams i’m so proud !
'angel ex machina ' - connor lassiter
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They find Connor Lassiter staring at a billboard. He’s slumped against a wall, eyes hollow and vacant, like nothing in this world could possibly be more fascinating than a couple hundred square feet of boastful advertising. The bright colors seem to laugh at him, tantalizingly out of reach from where he crouches now, separated from the rest of the world by the walls of a harvest camp.
We have guardian angels! Low prices, high protection!
Even if Connor somehow managed to piece together enough cash for their exorbitant prices, it’s obvious that a guardian angel would be wasted on him. Connor is days away from his own unwinding. Not even a real guardian angel could pull him out now, let alone the vapid models in suits they’ve got bedazzling that billboard. Everyone knows you can’t actually hire a guardian angel. They just show up somehow, save your ass however many times you need it, then disappear. There, then gone. Intrinsically a part of your life, and then it’s like you’d never known them at all.
Guardian angels are extraordinarily rare. The closest Connor’s ever come to meeting one is hearing a story his dad used to tell, and even then, Kirk Lassiter had only briefly glimpsed one of his neighbors getting saved from a car accident by one of the angels. Not exactly a core memory for Connor. His mom had never seen one at all.
That’s the way it usually goes. There aren’t that many guardian angels in the world. Rare things, they are. Somehow, they decide that a person is important enough to save, and then they swoop in and do what they do best. That’s usually saving them from disasters– floods, tornadoes, you name it. There’s an iconic photograph of a guardian angel rescuing someone from a burning building that Connor sees annually in his textbooks; something about the wings silhouetted against the flames is irresistible to school publishers. Hayden swears that he heard about somebody who got a guardian angel to do their taxes, but Connor figures that’s another of the boy’s bad jokes. Guardian angels are for real problems, not tax fraud.
Hell, no one even knows what guardian angels look like. There are photographs, sure, but they always turn out strangely blurry, like when the sun’s too bright outside and all you can do is squint. Even the people who’ve seen guardian angels say that their memories faded oddly quickly after the incident. No one can decide if they look like people, if their wings always appear, if they’re even recognizable as guardian angels at all. The only thing the masses can agree on is that guardian angels do exist, and they’ll never be good enough for anyone.
Least of all Connor. He’s harbored a hope that he’d get to meet one at some point, obviously, everyone has. Imagining that you’d be important enough to warrant an angel sent to watch over you is everyone’s secret fantasy.
Connor’s a few hours away from getting unwound, though, so he’s pretty sure that dream will die like the rest of his: unwanted, unclaimed, unfulfilled. He’ll go to pieces as yet another boy who dreamed of being great, another poor soul ignored by the angels. The only difference is that, unlike most of the teenage population, he’s not even mediocre enough to live past sixteen. He’ll be in parts by tomorrow. Then, who knows? Maybe his elbow will go to a kid worthy of an angel. Connor wasn’t, but maybe his unwound pieces will be.
Connor shakes his head slightly to rid himself of the thoughts. He’s not usually like this. He’s not a quitter. He’ll go under the knife protesting his unwinding. It’s just a little difficult to keep up the fighting spirit when he knows that at last, despite all his running and hiding, he’ll be unwound anyway. There’s no fighting the Juvenile Authority. All his great efforts just delayed the inevitable. It cuts him to say it, but it looks like they were right after all.
In an attempt to get his mind out of obviously dangerous waters, Connor rips his gaze away from the offending billboard and glances around him. Only now does he notice another future unwind drawing close to him. Connor stretches and stands, forcing the corners of his mouth to upturn slightly so Y/N, his closest friend here and only ally among the cops and lambs to slaughter, don’t think he’s totally deranged.
“What are you doing?” Y/N asks, coming to a stop by his side.
Connor shrugs listlessly. “Nothing. Drafting my will.”
With anyone else, he’d probably stay silent, but Connor learned a long time ago that trying to hold his tongue around Y/N L/N is a losing game. They met in the basement of Sonia’s antique shop, Y/N having arrived barely a few minutes after Connor and Risa. Talk about a coincidence. They quickly hit it off, and as proof of their friendship, they’ve even ended up at the same harvest camp after it all went south back at the Graveyard.
If Connor were trapped with anyone, though, he’s glad it’s them. Not even Hayden can make Connor laugh as much as he does with Y/N. They understand him in a way that no one else ever has. If he were feeling particularly stupid, he would call it love, but Connor knows better. They’re both about to get stripped to pieces. If he spills his guts now and they friendzone him, Connor will have ruined the best part of his life for nothing.
So he stays silent, and watches Y/N laugh at his joke. “I want your car after they unwind you,” they inform him. “Maybe even the house.”
Connor pretends to be outraged. “Both? That’s absurd.”
Y/N snorts. “Who else would you give them to? The tithe?” Then, in a quieter voice, they glance towards the billboard Connor was staring at, and add on, “Maybe an angel?”
Connor sighs. “They can’t sell real guardian angels. No amount of flashy billboards can hide that.”
Y/N nods. “You’re still tempted, though?”
Connor lifts a shoulder. “Who wouldn’t be tempted? The idea is great. I’d love for someone to save me right now. Or maybe just care enough to try.”
“I care,” Y/N offers.
Connor gives them a wry smile. “I know you do. But you’re stuck in the same mess as I am, so maybe I’ll hold off on believing in your escape plan until you’re out, too.”
Y/N looks at him for a second, too deep for Connor to understand, then cracks a grin. “You should believe in me, Lassiter. I’m tunneling out from under the dorms with just a spoon. I might make it halfway to Florida by the time we get the unwind order.”
Connor scoffs. “That only works in movies. You’d need a miracle to break through an inch of concrete, let alone all the way past the borders.”
Y/N smiles at him, a little secretively, a little knowingly. “I’m pretty good with miracles.”
“Sure you are,” Connor says, stretching his arms to rid himself of an unpleasant pinch in his muscles. “Any chance you can whip one up to save me from my impending doom?”
He isn’t expecting Y/N to respond, obviously, but when their face drops at the sight of something approaching behind him, Connor knows it’s not just from his lack of belief. “I’d have to make it quick, wouldn’t I?” They mutter under their breath.
Connor turns around to see a squad of Juvey-cops bearing down on him. He swears under his breath. “This is it, right? They’re going to take me away?”
Y/N’s face looks ashen and wrong. “I should have saved you. “
“We should have saved each other,” Connor corrects gently. Usually, he isn’t the sentimental type, but as the guards get closer, he can’t resist the urge to lean closer to Y/N and whisper to them, “Hey, I’m glad for the time we had, alright? It meant– It meant a lot to me. You know. If I was going to talk to anyone on my last day, I would have wanted it to be you anyway.”
Y/N sucks in a breath. “Don’t say that.”
Connor stares at them. “Why not? It’s true.”
Y/N looks like they want to argue– why, Connor isn’t sure, but the guilt in their eyes is like nothing he’s ever seen before– but before they can say a word, the Juvey-cops close in around him, cutting Connor off from Y/N like slamming a door in their face. They give him the usual speech about how it’s time for him to be unwound, but Connor can’t find it within himself to pay attention. It’s so typical of him, honestly, to be zoning out during what may be his last hour whole, but all he can think about is Y/N, who disappears into the distance as the cops drag him away, Y/N, who he’s now left here alone, Y/N, who will join him in this fate not long from now.
Connor doesn’t want to be unwound. Obviously. He doesn’t want this, and the sheer force of his not wanting overwhelms him as they lead him closer and closer to the doors of the Chop Shop. A crowd of other unwinds has gathered by the door; apparently the final moments of the Akron AWOL make for some good entertainment. The band is playing. Connor wants to run, run far and fast like he always does, but for the first time in his life he realizes how pointless it is. If he tried to flee, they would catch him. They would drag him back, and it would be like nothing ever happened. There is no way this day ends with anything but Connor in pieces.
Connor forces his legs to move him mechanically towards the Chop Shop entrance. Just before the darkness of the place swallows him whole, something tells Connor to glance over his shoulder one last time and he sees Y/N staring at him beseechingly. He doesn’t know how he’s able to spot them so easily in the crowd, but he can. Like he would know them anywhere. Like doing anything but looking at them is impossible.
Then the guards shove him into the Chop Shop, and Y/N is gone, replaced by the dark certainty of Connor’s unwinding. The hallway seems to stretch out forever, but before Connor can take even one more step, a few very confusing things happen all at once.
First: there’s this shift in the air. Connor can’t describe it. It feels strange and wrong, burning on his tongue like electricity. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and Connor knows at once that something is about to go wrong.
Second: the room erupts in fire and smoke. The bone-rattling boom of the explosion comes later, a little delayed, but Connor sees the white flash of heat and light first. He’s knocked off of his feet, and time seems to slow down. The entire world is gone, replaced only by Connor, floating hazily through the smoky air, and the blossom of fire around him, searing off everything else.
Third, and most confusing of all: out of nowhere, Y/N is right in front of him. Y/N, yes, but Y/N different somehow. It takes him a moment to realize why. Their eyes glow white, brighter even than the explosion, and their skin is radiating off this cool, pearlescent light. He has no idea how they could have possibly gotten in front of him so fast. He has no idea how they’re seemingly immune to the heat and force of the explosion around them.
Y/N reaches for him, pulling Connor into their arms. Their head presses against his, and they whisper quietly, forcefully, “Be safe, Connor.”
The command reverberates through Connor’s entire body. He doesn’t even remember hitting the ground, and when the explosion clears, he’s– He’s fine, actually. Nothing hurts. When Connor stares at his body, he’s utterly unharmed. Not even a scratch on his skin. He is totally untouched by the explosion that has just decimated the entirety of the Chop Shop.
Connor looks around him and realizes that Y/N is sitting in front of him. They’re both on the grass outside the Chop Shop, although he doesn’t remember getting there. Y/N is unharmed also, although Connor can say for certainty that there is still something wrong about them. It takes him a moment to get his scattered thoughts in order, and then he remembers. Y/N’s eyes wink pearlescent at him from a few paces away, and he knows.
“You’re a guardian angel,” Connor stammers out.
Y/N nods. “I am.”
Easy as that. They say it like it’s nothing. Like Connor hasn’t just had his life saved by a supernatural being currently sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of him on the waving grass. He’s had a lot of time to wonder what it would be like to meet a guardian angel, but it never would have occurred to him that one would have been in his life this entire time without him knowing.
Connor stares unseeingly at them. Try as he might, he can’t force himself to believe that Y/N is anything other than, well, Y/N. His friend. His best friend. The person he’s been crushing on since they stumbled into him by accident in the dark of Sonia’s basement. He remembers the flighty beat of their heartbeat when they were in his arms then, and he remembers what it felt like when they embraced him again in the smothering heat of the Chop Shop inferno. All Y/N. All an angel.
“You were trying to save me,” he begins, then stops. That really sums it up.
“I was,” Y/N agrees. “It was always about you, Connor.”
The idea doesn’t compute to him. “Then why wait until now to save my life? Why not make sure the Juveys never found us out in the first place?”
Y/N tilts their head to the side, considering this. “The job of a guardian angel is to save their primary assignment, sure, but also to minimize suffering wherever they go. I knew the Chop Shop explosion would happen if I didn’t save you. This needed to happen so everyone else here could be rescued. Worse things would have happened if I didn’t interfere now. It may not seem that way, but it is.”
Connor can practically feel gears in his head spinning. “So you knew how this would end the whole time?”
“I knew the great catastrophes of your life,” Y/N corrects. “I knew many paths you could take. This was the big risk, though. I didn’t get to see any more after that. Now I know just as much about your future as you do.”
Connor whistles under his breath. “That’s comforting.” Then, a terrible thought occurs to him. “Wait, that means I was your assignment. Like a job? Were you ever really my friend at all, or was that just something you had to do to complete your assignment?”
Y/N rears back as if hurt. “I have always been your friend. Guardian angels aren’t supposed to ever reveal themselves. I was actually meant to never talk to you until I saved you.”
“What changed?” Connor asks. He can’t stop himself.
Y/N smiles softly. “I saw you. You looked like someone fun.”
“Someone fun,” Connor echoes. He tries to think about his life, if anyone could see that and decide he was someone worthwhile. Someone fun. Someone an angel could watch and want to befriend. A warm feeling blossoms in his chest. Pride, maybe. Or the realization that the one secret he’s been keeping may go both ways after all.
“Yeah,” Y/N says, growing a little embarrassed. “I like you. My bad.”
Connor laughs. “That’s not bad. I like you too, by the way. In case you didn’t see it when you were receiving visions about my life.”
Y/N’s eyes dart up to his. “Really?”
“Really,” Connor says. “What, you didn’t know?”
Y/N shakes their head. “Like I said, I could only see what happened to you up to the Chop Shop exploding. Everything after that is a mystery.”
“Well,” Connor says, drawing closer to them. “I’m glad I get to surprise an angel once in my life.”
Before Y/N can ask him what he means, Connor kisses them, and after a moment of shock, they kiss him back. He’s not sure if he’s the first person in the world to have kissed an angel before, but he wouldn’t mind having that accolade under his belt. Just so long as he gets to be the person to kiss an angel two times, or three. Or forever.
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☕️ ┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂’𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘
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☀️ sunni’s notes : OKAY OKAY. SO WHOEVER REQUESTED THE FIRST OIZYS ONESHOT ABOUT how it’s a shy daughter of oizys! and I MISTAKENLY TOOK IT AS A MORPHEUS DAUGHTER. i am so sorry love, HERE’S THE REAL ONE BSHSHAH, guys i’m not this unreliable i promise i just had a really hardcore brain fart. ALRIGHT ILL SHUT UP,, sunkisses!!!
“OH, IN olmypus name.” (name) murmured to herself as she stepped inside the camp’s annual gala. it was being held in the big house.
chiron thinking it was a good idea for campers to unwind and relax after all the wars, battles, quest, yada-yada.
(name) was merely forced by her other siblings, which took a lot out of them. she just hoped she wouldn’t find —
“sunshine!”
danggabit. (name) bit her lip as a certain curly-haired made his way towards her, his smile ever so bright and wide.
she wore her black gown, her hair down and some pretty jewelry on. nothing too grand, but enough for a gala such as this.
(name) had managed to stay in the shadows for as long as she could remember. but when leo had found her, it seemed like he made it his lifelong quest to always bother her.
she didn’t mind it, to say the least, she liked leo’s company.
but she was always so nervous around him.
“leooo..” she trembled a laugh, trying to find assistance from her siblings, but split up as soon as they got inside.
leo looked at her up and down, “my. my. very pretty.” he took her hand and kissed the back of her black-gloved hand. she rolled her eyes, “hello to you too.” she replied, shyly taking her hand back.
leo looked.. clean. is all that (name) could think of. but not half bad, with his brown tux and his hair falling very nicely on his face.
the boy merely laughed. “come on, chiron’s just about to make those boring ‘ol speeches.”
“oh, enticing.”
“tell me about it.”
he extended his arm to her, and without thinking, she took the arm and slinged it around her own.
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“.. AND THAT’S how, i almost got my head stuck in the campers’ toilet.” chiron finished off. (name) yawned, but leo chuckled softly beside her at the counselor’s story.
it was relatively quiet after the speech, most campers we’re just in their own world.
(name) admitted, she liked the quiet, but this was.. weird quiet.
leo had caught her thought, taking her hand as he stood up, “come on. i got an idea.” he whispered as he leaned in by her ear.
she flushed, taking her to the dance floor. “hey, play us something?” he called out to the dj. the masked dj nodded, playing something more upbeat and fun to cover the silence.
leo danced and swayed to the beat, hitting every rhythm satisfyingly, his best friend sadly standing awkwardly on the floor.
he frowned, “come on sunshine! just feel the music! not that hard!” he took her hand and spun her around, “wo-aah.” she picked up her feet from crashing.
she leaned her hands on his arms for support, “feel, the music.” he mouthed. she smiled, finally feeling more comfortable and following leo’s steps.
“yeah— yeah, you’re doing it!” he called out, giving her another twirl. the campers, very inspired, picked up their own feet and began dancing on the floor as well.
quickly, the dance floor was packed with other campers, all laughing and singing together. she was awe-strucked. had they really done that?
“feels good, huh?” leo nudged her hip with his own. she giggled, “yeah.. i guess so.” she smiled. leo had mirrored her smile, kissing her cheek.
she flushed again, stopping her tracks and rubbing her cheek in shock. leo laughed again, “dance with me, (name)!”
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THE NIGHT ended off with leo walking (name) back to her cabin, since well,, her siblings knocked out hours prior. he held her heels in his hands while she wore his shoes, leaving leo in his socks.
not that he really mind.
she continued to sling her arm over his, “so..” she trailed.
“so..?” he chuckled softly. “are.. we?” she tilted her head to him. “yeah, if you, well— if you wanna.” he smiled. she gleamed, “mm.. i’ll have to think about it.” she rubbed her chin teasingly as she watched leo pout,
“hey now wait a minute!” he exclaimed, “shh!” she covered his mouth with her palm as she looked around the dark camp. leo laughed again his lips covered by the girl’s hand.
“i carried your shoes for you and was the first to break you out of your comfort zone— the least you could do is be my girlfriend, little miss misery.” he rolled his eyes, watching her remove her palm from his face.
she giggled again, “then you have a deal fireboy.”
#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#leo valdez#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez fanfic#leo valdez x reader oneshot#pjoverse#pjo#pjo fanfic#heroes of olympus x reader
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18+ ONLY. recent work. REQUESTS OPEN
ELLIE WILLIAMS.
SERIES. perfect girl | 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. | college dealer!ellie x bitchy sorority!reader. nsfw included. the perfect pair | 1.. 2.. | bff!ellie x bff!reader, bffs to lovers
ONESHOTS. if walls could talk | ellie gets jealous, you take her home. smut. lacy, oh lacy. | you have what ellie wants. angst, light fluff
DRABBLES. hand stitched | you start stitching your initals into tlou2!ellie’s jeans. fluff. the red means i love you | vampire!ellie drinks from you. suggestive. tw blood. unwind | tlou2!ellie likes when you play with her hair. fluff. making sub ellie use her words. | suggestive. ellie comes home at night. | fluff. ellie makes a sextape. | smut. request turned long drabble sub ellie with dom dina and sub reader. | smut vampire ellie and werewolf abby. | suggestive. halloween costume with gf ellie. | fluff college neighbors ellie and dina. | suggestive
REQUESTS
being a brat to ellie. | smut
begging ellie to kiss you. | suggestive
college neighbors ellie and dina. | smut
going down on sub ellie. | smut
ellabs and breeding strap. | smut
ellie and handcuffs. | smut
ellie beats guys up | suggestive
ellie blows smoke into your mouth. | suggestive
ellie cuts her initials on you. | smut, tw knife&blood
ellie realizing she’s in love. | fluff
ellie smokes while you go down on her. | smut
ellie smokes while you ride her. | smut
ellie teaches you how to play guitar. | smut
ellie’s tits. | smut
farm hand ellie. | smut
girl next door ellie. | fluff
horny silly ellie | fluff & suggestive
post sex w ellie | fluff
secret dino enthusiast ellie | fluff
seeing ellie after one night stand | fluff
sitting on your knees under ellie. | suggestive
sub ellie brat / pillow princess | smut
sub ellie hcs. | smut
sub ellie with a mommy kink. | smut
sub!top ellie | smut
ABBY ANDERSON .
SERIES.
ONESHOTS.
DRABBLES. werewolf!abby and vampire ellie. | suggestive
REQUESTS.
abby & her strap. | smut
abby being rough. | smut
abby being obsessed with you. | fluff
abby manhandling you. | smut
assuring abby you want her. | smut & fluff
babying abby. | fluff
ellabs and breeding strap. | smut
fake dating abby | fluff & angst
friends with benefits abby. | suggestive
i wanna be close to you gf x abby. | smut
mommy abby | smut
kissing abby while shes bloody. | suggestive, tw blood.
personal trainer!abby one , two | suggestive
roommate!abby. | smut
OTHER .
none yet.
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medieval archer hob smut?????????????
And for @chaosheadspace as well! I hope the friend you're asking for enjoys this...
Anyway. How am I not surprised I get asked about this one lol. This is a oneshot idea that got born when I accidentially started a conversation about archery and bows in the server. you might remember. possibly.
This is a shameless excuse to write even more shameless smut. (This is your only cw for this post - not nsfw yet)
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The coronation of a new king is upon the land. Prince Morpheus, soon to be Monarch of the Sleeping Marches, along with more titles than impoverished Sir Hob can possibly remember, has called for a tournament. A simple archer's battle, the Prince has commanded, to let each village and be it yet the tiniest one, have a chance to take part and gain riches: a score years and five without taxes, and enough grains from the royal storehouse to plant their fields with. It is an unheard of favour and the whole country is awash with contestants traveling to the capital for their hometown's fortune.
Hob is the best - and only - archer his village has to send. And the favour he wants to gain supersedes the promised material security his win would promise.
He has seen the Prince, a long time ago, has traveled in his entourage once and laid game at his feet for his pleasure. He can still feel the heat his Prince's eyes had left on his skin when Hob had presented him with the carcass of a full-bodied doe; remembers well the way his eyes had darkened when Hob had come to stand before him, linen tunic long since shucked off in the summer's haze.
Hob knows which prize he wants.
(sordid details under the cut XD)
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Hob unwinds the favour from his bow. The black silk slips through his fingers like water and catches on his callouses. He wonders if the Prince's skin will feel like that - smooth and cool, soft, pale like milk. He glances over to his Prince where he lounges at the table, thrown nearly indolently across a much too ornately carved chair.
“Will you not come closer, my favoured?” Amusement curls his future King's lips. He twirls the stem of his wineglass between elegant fingers before he sets it next to a vase of rich red roses.
Hob leans his bow against the wall and pulls the door closed behind him.
“If you wish it, my Lord. I am yours to command, after all.”
Prince Morpheus smiles. “Is that so, Sir Gadling?”
On the other hand, maybe the Prince's skin would be warm and slick underneath his hands, beads of salty sweat refracting the glow of candlelight in the dark. Hob would lick a path across unblemished skin, from navel to the pale chest and throat that tempt him so with their coy display from beneath loosely tailored robes.
Maybe the black silk would look good, drawn tight over the Prince's bony wrists.
“Take a seat,” Prince Morpheus says and leans forward. The collar of his robes falls open wider than should be decent. “Supp with me. And take the reward you fought for.”
Hob grips the band of silk tighter. ‘Later’, he thinks to himself, ‘Be careful, take your time.’
His Lord's eyes alight on Hob's hands where he strangles the favour, travel up his arm and biceps to feast upon his broad shoulders and chest. Hob feels a blush rise to his cheeks in the scorching gaze's wake.
The Prince licks his lips.
“We have the whole evening to ourselves, my favoured.” He gestures around himself and smiles from beneath dark lashes. “Enjoy whatever you wish, inside these walls.”
Hob unclasps his traveling cloak and loosens the tightly drawn strings of his chemise's collar before he takes a seat at the table. The spread is rich and worthy of a king, to be true, but his gaze doesn't stray from Prince Morpheus’ when he lays the black silk kerchief next to his plate and runs a finger along it slowly.
“Truly, I intend to, my Lord,” he says and chances a grin.
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There's sensory deprivation, bound hands, a rose, bow similes and the like lol. The whole nsfw shebang with a bit of d/s undertones bc why not. Not like I've never written actual porn before or something. help how did i get to this point
As you were.
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☆These Games We Play☆
🖤 CHRIS MOTIONLESS X READER ONESHOT 🖤
Summer has officially started, and to kick off the season before their tour, Ricky's decided to throw a party for you and the guys at his place. But you decide to test Chris's patience halfway through the party, and... he isn't having any of it. Then again, maybe that'll work in your favor...
• NSFW; Daddy kink; adult themes (Dom/Sub relationship); fluff; language
☠️ TAGLIST: @synthetic-wasp-570 @darigyu @veroxbarnes @nixwolfe
Summer.
It was the one season people looked forward to the most, a season holding the promise of adventure and other good things to come.
And oh, were there ever so many good things to come for you this time of year. You were getting ready to embark on yet another tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, and this was sure to be the best one, yet.
But that time wouldn't arrive for at least another two weeks, so to kick off the season (and to give you and everyone else a chance to unwind and take some time off), Ricky had decided to host a backyard gathering at his place.
You had immediately taken a liking to the idea; a break from the stress of touring was much needed, not just for you. Everyone had been rather on edge lately, despite the good show they were all putting on to hide it.
No, today would be a day to just relax, unwind, and share some good laughs... and maybe something else, too. You and Chris were as close as ever, but lately you'd been feeling rather... neglected, if you were being perfectly honest. You knew he couldn't help it, his music was one of the most important things to him, it was what drove him, he needed it.
But lately, you'd been really needing him.
The two of you had a rather unconventional relationship when it came to the bedroom. He had a bit of a dominant streak, not that you minded, of course. You yourself were known to be kind of a brat both in and out of the sheets, something that drove him utterly crazy in all the right ways.
He knew (most of the time) how to tame your inner brat, he'd proven this to you on more than one occasion. It was one of the many things you loved most about him, the way he always knew how to leave you both satisfied and wanting more, all at once.
And it was that very thing you'd been craving all week from him.
So today, you had a plan.
Was it a good one? In retrospect, probably not. Would it get you in trouble with him? Most definitely. But was that exactly what you wanted? Fuck, yes.
It wasn't even a want, at this point.
No, it was a fucking need.
So today you were going to see just how far you could push him, before that dominant side of his would come out to play, before he'd snap and give you exactly what it was you needed: Chris putting you in your fucking place.
A slight grin turned up the corners of your mouth as you snuck a glance over at the empty driver's seat, your mind running through all sorts of scenarios as to how today would go for you. He had no idea, the poor guy...
Leaning over, you laid on the horn for a few seconds, until you saw Chris emerge from the house you two shared, your boyfriend giving you a raised eyebrow as he got into the car. "Someone's impatient today," he teased you, turning the key in the ignition.
You stuck your tongue out at him, unable to hide your grin. "Not my fault you walk slow, old man," you shot back. That earned you a look from him, the look, in fact. It was the look that was a warning, a threat, and a promise all rolled into one.
"Do not be a brat today. I mean that, Y/N. I want you on your best behavior while we're at Ricky's party. Play nice, or it's gonna be a long fucking night for you," Chris warned you, as he pulled the car out of the front driveway.
Ha, you knew that side of him would eventually come out to play! Although, you were more than a little surprised by how quickly it had happened. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment to hide your grin before you reached across the center console, resting your hand atop Chris's.
"No promises," you teased him.
You could practically feel the look he gave you then, and you had to try your hardest to hold back your laugh as the two of you drove out to Ricky's place. Today was going to be something else, that was for damn sure...
"Two more weeks, man. And then we leave."
Chris's answering groan brought a smile to your lips as you sat there by the edge of the pool, your shoes off and feet buried in the water.
"Come on, dude, I don't want to think about that right now," he answered with a shake of his head. Ricky shot him a grin, raising one eyebrow. "Sick of tour life already, are we?" he asked.
"No, see, if that was the case, I'd be like 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Chris?'" you interjected with a grin of your own. Laughter rang out from around the pool, and you winked at Chris, his answering smile creating a sense of warmth in you, a feeling completely different than the warmth brought on by the sun beating down on you all.
He shrugged, running one hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know, I mean, don't get me wrong here. I'm beyond thrilled to be doing another tour with you guys, but... two weeks. That's gonna come fast," he said.
You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped unbidden from your mouth at that moment. Apparently you weren't the only one; both Vinny and Ricky snickered from across the pool as soon as they got the joke, each of them exchanging a furtive look with you.
Chris shot you a questioning look, and a slow grin spread across your face as you quickly raised both eyebrows at him. "You know what else is gonna come fast?" you began, exchanging another sly glance with the boys before your gaze slid back to Chris.
In that moment, it must've finally clicked for him, because he gave you a warning look, similar to the one he'd given you in the car.
"Y/N..." he started, raising one dark eyebrow at you. His eyes remained locked on yours, but the longer you stared back, the more you noticed certain things, little things.
One corner of his mouth twitched up briefly, like he was fighting back a smirk, as he continued to stare at you. Oh, so he had found it funny, though, hadn't he? Your grin widened a little as you scooted closer to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
"I bet you can make me come fast."
The timing couldn't have been better; you leaned back just in time to see Chris's mouth fall open in shock, those brown eyes widening, a barely audible gasp the only thing being heard above the faint music drifting over from the small portable speaker by the pool.
"What? What'd she say?"
"Dude, what did she tell you?"
The guys' questions went ignored as Chris sat there, stunned and speechless for a moment. He wasn't the only one; a quick glance around the edge of the pool showed you that every single one of his bandmates was watching, waiting to see what Chris's next move would be... or what your next move would be.
"You did not just go there, not here, at Ricky's-?" Chris started, trailing off for a second.
"Y/N, you-" he began again, but like before, he stopped mid-sentence.
"Damn, Y/N, I think you broke him," Justin suddenly spoke up, trying not to laugh.
"Dude, he's fucking speechless!" Vinny laughed.
"What did you say to him?" he added with a grin, raising a brow at you.
You grinned back at him, shrugging.
"Ask Chris," you answered, sneaking another glance at the man in question beside you.
He was still staring at you, but now there was a hint of something darker in those brown eyes of his.
"Say it again, I'm gonna toss you in the pool," he warned you. And yet, despite the warning, there was that same hint of a smirk from before.
"Go ahead, I'll pull you in with me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him with a cheeky little grin.
One dark eyebrow arched up, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear this time.
"At least then you'll already be wet for me."
Now it was your turn to be rendered speechless for the moment.
Chris leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking all too pleased with himself.
Shooting you a wink, he got up from the edge of the pool, nodding over at Ryan.
"I need to go help him with food prep, do me a favor and behave, Y/N," he told you.
You were still too stunned to speak, merely nodding in response and watching him walk away.
Game fucking set and match on his end, then. You'd have to get a bit more creative...
Ricky's laugh broke through your thoughts, as he sat down next to you.
"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you, watching Chris, unable to help the soft smile that made its way onto your face.
There was just something about the way he moved, gods, you could watch him all day.
And then he happened to look up at that exact second, his eyes meeting yours. A slow smile spread across his face, and he winked at you before going back to helping Ryan with getting lunch prepped for the day.
Turning back around, you nudged Ricky with your shoulder. "Hey, don't tell him this, but... I've been kind of a brat today because I'm actually sort of hoping he'll reach his breaking point and... you know," you told him.
He grinned, casting a quick glance in Chris's direction before his eyes met yours again.
"Ah. Yeah, no, I get it. We've been kind of busy with touring and I know you guys haven't exactly had any time to be alone together," he started, an awkward little smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
"I mean, I will say this: if things do work out for you today, I've got the extra guest room you guys can use, just so you know. Just... clean up when you're done," he said, trying not to laugh.
"Also, if you really wanna get him to his breaking point quick, let me know, I'll gladly help you out," he grinned. You were unable to keep from laughing at that, the sound drawing Chris and Ryan's attention.
"What're you Girl Scouts laughing about over there?" Ryan asked. His question only made you laugh a little harder, you and Ricky exchanging a furtive look with each other.
"You gonna?" he asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear.
You grinned in response, merely nudging him in the side and nodding in Chris's direction.
Getting up from the edge of the pool, you turned to face Chris, your heart racing with anticipation of what you were about to do.
"Eyyo, Christopher! Lemme get that dick!" you called out, heat flooding your cheeks as you waited for his reaction.
And oh, was it ever the reaction you were hoping for.
He turned around to face you, his mouth open, eyes wide, and brows raised to the fullest extent.
"What did you just say??"
He took a warning step towards you, giving you that look you loved so much, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.
But you weren't going to let him rattle you that easily. No, you were going to see this through.
"I mean, I can say it again if you'd like?" you answered, biting back a grin. He took another step forward, that warning look still in place. Silence once again settled over the group, the only sound being that of the music streaming softly from the speaker by the pool.
Your gaze shifted to land on Ricky; he was watching the two of you with a poorly concealed grin on his face, and when his eyes met yours, his smile only grew wider, like he was on the verge of laughing.
"Y/N."
Immediately, you glanced back at Chris, your eyes widening when you noticed he'd gotten more than a step or two closer to you still.
"First of all, wildly out of line of you to ask me that, here in front of the guys. And secondly... excuse the ever loving fuck out of you, that's not how you ask me, now try again," Chris spoke firmly, his eyes never wavering from yours.
You started to sneak a glance over at Ricky again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris shake his head at you.
"No, don't look at him, he's not gonna help you. You wanted to start this little game of yours, now you're gonna finish it," he said. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.
"Oh, I'll definitely be able to finish, will you?" you grinned, waiting for his reaction.
Someone laughed, and Chris shot them a sideways glance, before those brown eyes met yours again. "That's one. Try again," he said, his voice dangerously low and smooth.
You bit your lip in anticipation, mentally weighing your options here.
On the one hand, if you played this his way, there was no guarantee that you would get what you wanted, what you needed. But on the other hand, if you played this your way... well, there was still no guarantee of that, either.
You supposed you'd just have to fuck around and find out, then.
"Er, um... may I please get that dick?" you repeated your earlier request, albeit a little more politely this time around.
The expression on Chris's face seemed to soften, and he took another step towards you. "There, see? Now wasn't that a much better way of asking me?" he said softly.
"Pfft, no," you answered, before you could stop yourself.
Almost immediately, both eyebrows were raised again, before he narrowed his eyes at you, though you could swear you saw him smirk for the briefest of seconds.
But then with three more steps, he was suddenly in front of you, picking you up and holding you over one shoulder, like one would with a disobedient child.
"That's two. You're done," you heard Chris say.
Your mouth fell open in protest, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him as best as you could.
"Wait, what happened to three?? You know, three strikes and you're out?? You don't play fair, Cerulli!" you protested.
"Nope, you're done. And I don't want to hear it, you don't exactly play fair either, Y/N," he answered.
You could hear the slight amusement in his voice, could practically see the smirk on his face, at this point.
Ricky laughed, getting up from the edge of the pool. "Tour update: Y/N is a brat, and Chris... is not having it," he teased.
"Yeah, not helpful, Olson," you heard Chris say, but even he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. "You wanna finish helping Ryan out for me? I've got a brat I need to take care of," he added.
Ricky nodded, and you heard Vinny laugh from where he was sitting by the edge of the pool. "Ooh, you're in trouble!" he called out, grinning.
A few catcalls and laughs ensued from the rest of the group as Chris began heading towards the house, still carrying you rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.
As soon as the two of you were in the house and out of earshot of the others, Chris set you down, a dark look now present in those warm and (usually) gentle brown eyes.
"You wanna explain to me why you're being such a little brat for me today, Y/N?" he asked, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.
Ooh, did he really want the honesty? Or was it perhaps better not to clue him in? To be fair, you were already this far, it wouldn't make sense to back out now, right?
Biting back a smirk, you shrugged.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been so mild today," you said, trying to remain casual.
On the inside, you were a mess. He was reaching his breaking point, you could feel it.
Just a little more...
"Besides, if I'm such a brat, why don't you do something about it?" you sassed him.
Something in his gaze hardened; this was it...
"Yeah, you know what, I think I will. Bedroom. Now. Go," Chris answered, voice firm.
Ha, this was it, finally...!
You stood your ground, waiting.
And he promptly picked you up, putting you over one shoulder again and carrying you down the hall, towards the guest bedroom Ricky had told you about earlier.
He tossed you down onto the bed, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he was leaning over you, quickly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other curling gently around your throat.
"You gonna behave now?" he asked, his voice low and face mere inches from yours.
You stared back at him, your gaze rather defiant as you shook your head at him.
"Mm. Wrong answer, Y/N," Chris breathed.
He closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth finding yours in an instant, all tongue and teeth and dark seduction, the promise of being left unable to walk lingering behind every rough kiss he pressed to your lips.
A groan slipped unbidden from your throat, and you heard him groan in response, his mouth moving urgently against your own. "Mm, safeword?" he breathed out, in between harsh kisses. "Porcelain," you breathed back, earning a hum of approval from Chris.
"Good girl," he muttered, his words sending a chill down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened briefly before he let go, pulling back to admire the way you were still pinned beneath him.
"Fuck, I've missed seeing you like this," he sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. The hint of a smirk rested on that perfect mouth of his, a mouth that was as sinful and dirty as it was pretty.
Releasing your wrists, he stood up, staring down at you with that familiar look in his eyes.
You knew that look, it was only the same one he'd worn in the countless scenes you two had done together since you'd learned of his dominant side.
Fuck, did you love his dominant side...
"Stay still. We're gonna play a game, you and me. You're not allowed to move, you're not allowed to make a single fucking sound. Understand?" he said.
The minute you opened your mouth to answer him, he raised a brow at you.
"I mean it. Not a sound. Trust me, you make the prettiest fucking noises for me, but that's just it: they're for me. Not my bandmates. Got it?" he asked. You nodded, earning an approving little pat on the head from him.
"Better, that's my good girl," he murmured.
With that, he leaned down, leaving little kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, finding your sweet spot so easily. It took everything in you to hold back your moan, the noise instead escaping as a barely audible whimper.
And yet, Chris still heard it.
He paused for a moment, lifting his head to give you a warning look, before leaning down again, marking up that sweet spot at the base of your throat. "Better be quiet..." he warned you, in between kisses.
You were trying, honestly! He was making it ever so difficult, though. One more kiss here, one more kiss there... fuck, he really wanted you to suffer, didn't he?
Another small whimper slipped free from your mouth, and you could both see and feel the smile that briefly turned up the corners of his mouth as Chris glanced up at you again.
"Do I need to gag you? Is that what you want?" he asked. You shook your head at him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Then I need you to stop, and be quiet for me. Be a good girl, or you lose the game. Understand?" he said.
You nodded, Chris's answering smile of approval bringing a smile of your own to your face. "Up, now. I want this off," he told you, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "Everything?" you asked, biting back another smile as you let the shirt fall to the floor.
"Everything, everything. All of it," came Chris's answer, his voice trailing off as he watched you undress for him. But when you went to undo the ties at the sides of your swim bottoms, he shook his head at you. "No. Down," he ordered you.
Lying back against the bed for him, you watched with baited breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he leaned down and took the ties between his teeth, tugging them free. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing you'd seen him do all day...!
He did the same thing to the ties on the other side before standing up again, his hands making quick work of discarding your swim bottoms, casting them aside. You now lay exposed before him, every inch of you waiting to be ravished and ruined by him, just like you wanted, like you needed.
"Fuck," he swore under his breath, staring down at you in awe, like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. "So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. His touch was no less gentle than it had been earlier; he wanted this just as much as you did, he needed this too.
"Chris," you moaned his name, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, but he stopped you before you could get any further than that. "Mm, no, Y/N, I thought I told you not to move," he murmured, breaking the kiss to stare down at you, those warm brown eyes holding you captive and scorching your very soul alive.
"But I want to touch-" you started. He shook his head at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he answered. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of amusement.
"And you haven't been a good girl for me today, have you, baby?"
Before you could stop yourself, you shook your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Gods, he already had you tiptoeing the line into subspace for him. Fuck, he was good...
You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the inked up expanse of his bare skin. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to run your fingers over his ink, trace every line, every curve, you wanted to taste him, you needed him so fucking bad...!
A whine escaped unbidden from your throat, earning you a chuckle from Chris. "Aw, my sweet girl's all pent up, isn't she?" he teased you, before finally ridding himself of his swim trunks. You sucked in a rattling gasp, nodding frantically as he leaned over you, kissing up the side of your throat, eventually finding the spot below your right ear.
"It's too bad she's been a brat all day," he whispered in your ear, his words only working to pull another whine from the back of your throat. "Shh, lucky for you, I'm not mean enough to just leave you like this," he added, leaning back to look down at you, his gaze softening.
"But," he added with a grin, "I'm also not gonna sit here and just give you what you want, not that easily." Leaning forward again until his face was inches from yours, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"You want this dick so bad, Daddy's gonna make you fucking work for it," he told you. His words sent a hot spike of arousal straight to your core, where you needed him the most, and it took every ounce of whatever self control you had left to not sink all the way into subspace for him.
"Oh, but it'd be so easy!" your inner thoughts protested, pleaded, even.
Fuck it.
You stared up at him, your gaze locked with his. Chris knew, too. He knew in that moment, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Fucking checkmate, right?
"You gonna be a good little whore for me, Y/N?" he asked, staring down at you. Fuuu- if he kept talking like that, you wouldn't last long around him. You nodded, too stunned and too far gone to speak properly.
Not that he minded, of course. No, he was in full Dom mode, he knew exactly how much power he held over you right now. "That's my good girl," he muttered, before reaching out and tapping you twice on your inner thigh.
"Up, I want you on your knees. Now," he told you. You complied ever so easily, the prospect of you getting what you want lingering around the corner, just out of your reach. He wanted you to be a good little whore for him, you could do that, no problem...
You knew what he wanted without him even having to ask, you two had done this dance many, many times before. That, and he was making it ever so obvious; he was already so aroused and so hard for you. Kneeling down, you took him easily into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.
Fuck, you could already taste him, you'd missed this so much. The minute you had your hot little mouth wrapped around his dick, Chris released the dirtiest, ungodliest of moans, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers winding themselves through your hair and holding you in place.
"Fuck, good girl, fuck, just... just like that," he groaned, watching you go down on him, take him, every fucking inch, all the way to the back of your throat-- fuck, you were doing so good for him-!
He watched with a mix of arousal and awe, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly, his hips rising ever so carefully to meet you halfway. Brown eyes widened, Chris's head falling back as you moaned around him, an echoed groan of his own filling the hushed silence of the room.
Holy- how the fuck could you take him as deeply as you were?? Then again, he wasn't sure why this should surprise him, you'd always done so well for him, more than deserving of any and every ounce of praise he'd ever given you.
"There we go, good... fuck, good girl," Chris panted softly, every exhaled breath trembling on his tongue. "Not such a brat now, are we?" he added with a breathless laugh. You paused a moment, lifting your head to meet his gaze, making a face at him and baring your teeth.
He smirked, trying hard to hide his laughter. "Aw, little kitten thinks she's so tough. But look at her, such a pretty baby, kept all quiet with her mouth around my dick," he cooed at you. God, the filthiest things that could come out of this man's mouth-!
You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your blood pounding a frantic staccato within your veins, Chris's words echoing in the forefront of your mind. You gave him your best doe-eyed expression, watching intently as his own expression shifted, his grin faltering as the cracks started appearing in his calm facade.
In the few beats of silence that followed, you could hear the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs, his eyes locked intently on yours. The minutes seemed to tick by before he finally spoke, his voice trembling and his words seeming to stumble over each other in their haste to get out.
"D-don't... don't do that, don't look at me like that, kitten..." he pleaded with you in a breathless whisper.
Ha... who was in control of who, again?
A smirk playing at the edges of your mouth, you cast your eyes downward again, your hands moving up to grip the tops of his thighs, fingers digging in as you pulled him in deeper once more, a low groan rising up from the back of your throat.
Any further pleas Chris may have had for you died out on his tongue, another sharp exhale hissing from between his teeth as he watched you, his entire being held wholly and utterly spellbound by your every fucking move.
You could feel his grip on your hair loosen, his hand falling to rest at his side, his self-control starting to slip ever so much further with every touch of your hands, your tongue. You could tell the moment he was close, his fingers tensing and gripping tightly at the bedspread beneath him, his hips rising to meet you halfway.
"F-fuck, Y/N-!"
The way your name left his mouth, spoken like a swear word, like a sort of forbidden oath--
You were completely done for after that, all self-control you may have had, just... gone.
You only had the briefest of warnings from him, before he was coming undone for you, the taste and feel of him heavy on your tongue and in the back of your throat, as sweet and addictive as novocain...
He was your drug, your fix.
And you doubted you'd ever be able to get enough of him.
His climax easily added fuel to the fire of your own, but you knew better. If you came now, that was it, game over. You knew how he was as a Dom, he'd make you wait...
Holding back a groan, you let your eyes drift upwards, meeting his. "Don't swallow yet, baby, I wanna see," he told you, head falling back as he tried to catch his breath, one hand rising to run through his hair.
You slowly pulled back, releasing him from your mouth as you sat up on your knees for him, waiting patiently and trying your hardest not to swallow. His composure regained and that smooth, calm facade back in place once more, Chris reached out with one hand to gently grab you by the chin as he leaned forward, his gaze intent on yours.
"Open up, pretty little brat, let me see..." he breathed.
Eyes wide, you nodded, easily giving in to his demands, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, putting on full display the mess he had created for you.
Chris stared back at you in awe, taking note of the way his cum dripped from the tip of your tongue, spilling down your chin, your throat, his hand...
"Look at that, look at you, you beautiful, messy little girl," he whispered, pride in his voice, his brown eyes softening as he smiled down at you.
Ah, and there it was... that feeling you always craved, the part you most looked forward to whenever you two did this together.
The way he would give you praise, it was indescribable. He wouldn't just praise you for the sake of doing it, no, oh no. He would go so much further than that, always.
He had a certain way of making you feel so completely special, like everything about you mattered, everything about what you did and who you were just mattered.
Because to him, it did matter. You did.
The softest of whimpers left your mouth, your gaze held captive by his own.
This was one of the parts Chris secretly loved too, seeing you like this, so soft and sweet and pure for him... even though he knew better, you both did.
The moments where you were so open for him like this were incredibly rare, this show of vulnerability was something only he got to see.
Another small noise left your open mouth, regaining his attention. "Shh, I know, baby. Swallow for me, every last drop," he spoke softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the forehead.
You did as you were told, swallowing the taste of him, a bittersweet feeling of emptiness lingering behind afterwards. That was the part you hated, no longer being able to taste him, to feel him on your tongue, in the back of your throat.
But Chris knew the feeling just as much as you did, he always knew.
With the softest of touches, he used his thumb to clean up what was left, pushing lightly at your lips, watching as you eagerly opened up for him, taking him into your mouth, indulging in what remained of the taste of him.
Releasing his thumb from your mouth with the smallest of bites, you sat back on your heels, staring up at him with those doe eyes. He smiled back at you, reaching out to stroke the side of your face.
"Such a good girl for me, you did so good. Here, come here, pretty baby," he cooed, beckoning you to him. You climbed up into his lap, one leg on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on to him like he was your only lifeline.
"Let me take care of you, Y/N, give you what you need," he whispered in your ear, drawing you close to him. You only too easily complied, letting him have full control, slipping as far into subspace as he could get you to go.
He entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every fucking inch of him, down to the last. Unified groans echoed through the quiet of the room, his fingers digging in to the velvet softness of your hips, clutching you to him like he was going to lose you.
Only he wasn't; you were his as much as he was yours, you were here to stay...
His name left your mouth, a hushed plea for him, all of him, everything he could ever give you.
"Shh, I know, I'm here, m'gonna make you feel so good..." came Chris's muffled reply, his face buried against the side of your neck as he placed soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there.
You let your head fall back, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent groan, fingertips brushing along Chris's back, nails digging in ever so slightly to leave tiny half-moons patterned over the surface of the skin.
His breath left him in a quiet hiss, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as he left deep kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, leaving his mark on you, taking claim to what was his.
A bit ironic, wasn't it? He'd always told you purple was a good color on you...
The sweetest of noises left your mouth for him to hear, drawing out a mirrored echo of his own, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting softly at your shoulder.
Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of you, even as close as he was to you in this moment, right here and now...!
He wanted you in every way he could have you, he had every fucking intention of it, you'd asked him so nicely before, hadn't you?
Sure, you'd also been kind of a brat and gotten him entirely too riled up all day, but-- wait. Was that why you-? Is this what you had been after the entire time, what you had craved so badly from him-??
A low groan slipped free from his throat as he bit at your shoulder again, before soothing the bite with the gentlest of kisses. His fingers dug into you as his hips rose to meet yours, pushing him deeper into you than he'd ever been, than he could ever hope to be.
The softly exhaled swear word that left your mouth at the miniscule movement was enough to make him slip up and smile, a quiet laugh rising from his throat.
"Is this what you were after, huh, baby? Is this what you've been wanting, why you were such a brat for me earlier, hmm?" he breathed, thrusting up into you and earning another whispered expletive from you.
You were too far gone, too far entrapped by him to be able to answer properly. A mere nod was all you could manage, your head falling forward so you could bury your face against the side of his neck, choking out your soft moans.
"You poor, sweet baby, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to be fucked, you didn't have to be a brat to get my attention..." Chris said softly, trying not to laugh.
"I ddnt knw cld..." came your muffled reply.
"Hmm?" Chris breathed, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
"I didn't know I could," you reiterated softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Chris's answering laugh caused the heat to flood your cheeks again, as you blushed.
"Y/N, sweetheart... you know you can ask me anything, yeah? Mm, you've got to tell me if I'm not giving you enough attention," he answered, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, your chin, down towards your throat, your shoulders.
"Doesn't matter if I'm with the guys, if you need me, pull me aside and let me know you need some time away..." he added, brushing soft kisses along your collarbones. "I'm sure they'll understand, at least half of them know what it's like," he continued in a murmur, dotting more featherlight kisses along your skin.
"What what's like?" you gasped softly, head falling back again as Chris's hips rose to meet yours in another particularly deep thrust. He had to choke back a groan before he was able to answer you, his fingers flexing tightly along your hips for a moment.
"Fuck..." he groaned, eyes closing as he sat there, buried deep within you, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second.
"They know..." he breathed out, eyes reopening as he lifted his head to look at you, "they know what it's like to have a girlfriend to come home to, someone they're just so incredibly desperate, so hard up for, the entire fucking time we're on tour..."
His hand slid from the back of your head, down, down to instead grip the back of your neck, fingers flexing softly, tightening ever so gently, holding you in place as he slowly fucked you, every thrust deeper and more sensual than the last one before it.
You cried out as the waves of dark ecstasy ebbed away just at the surface, threatening to overtake you and drown you in their depths at any given moment. You were close, you were so very close, he was so good, too good, everything was too warm, too stifling, fuck-!
Chris's answering moan fell in perfect synchronicity with your own sweet sounds, creating a seductive little symphony only the two of you would ever be able to hear.
"Fuck, I know, baby, you're so close, Daddy's close too, fuck..." he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your own.
"Just a little more, hold out a little longer for me, hmm? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, fuck you so full of my cum, breed you 'til you fucking drip for me, baby..." he added, keeping up the dirtiest stream of whispered profanities against your skin, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.
"Chris, please-!"
Your begging only added fuel to the blaze growing hotter between the two of you, your desperate pleas sending him chasing after that high, right over the edge--
And you fell down with him, oh fuck, did you fall fast and hard with him--
Chris barely had time to growl out the words "Cum for me, Y/N", before you were doing just that, his name leaving your mouth in the loudest of cries. You were sure if his bandmates hadn't heard the two of you before, they would now.
But you didn't give a fuck.
You were so lost in those waves, so lost in him, to even care.
The way he held you down tightly against him, the way he was so intent on making you feel every inch of him, every drop of seed he had to give you--
It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was... it was everything--
"Fuck, Chris, fuck--!" you ground out, your breath leaving you in sharp, gasping exhales as you clung tightly to him, holding on desperately.
Your thighs trembled beneath you, and yet... you didn't drown, not completely. Chris held you as tightly as you held him, the two of you keeping one another aloft through it all, riding the high until there was nothing left to take, nothing left to give.
The inside of your head felt blissfully like radio static, as if someone had left it carelessly unattended between channels, the white noise filtering through to your brain, to your very nerve endings.
Chest heaving, breaths trembling, you collapsed against him, the weight of Chris's embrace a comforting presence as you came down from your high. Little did you know your very presence was of great comfort to him as well, the two of you guiding each other back home.
"You- I... fuck," you gasped out in a breathless whisper, unable to find the right words. But at this point, words became unnecessary, a sort of unspoken agreement forming amidst the aftermath. Chris knew, he always did...
He sat there for a while afterwards, holding you close to him, not quite ready to let you go, not just yet. If he was being honest, he felt rather selfish in that moment. It wasn't enough, he still needed you, needed to feel you, to taste you...
"Here, lie down for me, baby..." he murmured, helping you up as he slowly withdrew from you. The sharp hiss you let out at the feeling of emptiness afterwards, oh, how he hated that sound. But he'd make up for it, he'd see to it, you'd see...
The minute you were lying prone and soft for him, Chris gently parted your legs, immediately leaning down to kiss you in that most intimate of places, working with tongue and teeth to cleanse you, but fuck, the taste-!
He groaned against you, the muffled sound being unwillingly ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place as he instead devoured you, every taste of your essence and his heavy and seductive on his tongue... he wanted more.
No, fuck that, he needed it.
And the way your fingers tangled tightly in his blonde hair, pulling harshly as he ate you out so deep, fuck-- he needed more of it, he needed all of it.
And you-!
You'd swear up and down, Chris was practically made for eating pussy, holy fuck-
It was one of the things he was particularly skilled in, the way he could have you coming unraveled at the seams for him just like that...
Fuck-!
Your thighs shook, a harsh cry tearing itself free from your parted lips as you came for him, Chris using that sinful mouth of his to fuck you through not one, but two orgasms, holy-!
You tugged harshly at his hair, his answering hiss sending a flush of heat straight through to your core, shoving you carelessly, blissfully, over the edge one last time, before Chris decided to show you mercy.
"N-no... more..." you gasped out, panting softly for him. "Safeword?" he breathed, lifting his head to stare up at you through heavy eyes, those warm brown irises scorching through to your soul.
You shook your head at him, unable to respond vocally. But much like before, words were unnecessary with the two of you. He leaned back, taking you by the hands and gently pulling you up to cradle you to his chest, hugging you tightly.
You were done, you had reached your limits.
But that was okay with him, you had done more than what he'd expected of you, much like you always did.
It was one of the things he had come to grow fond of, with the relationship you two had.
"Fuck, you did so good for me, baby. 'M'so proud of you," Chris murmured against the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles along your back, tracing up your spine, working to bring you back down to earth, back to him.
You were much too exhausted to respond, instead settling for a soft hum of acknowledgement, your breathing eventually returning to normal as you left your high behind.
Only then did you finally take note of one minute detail that had previously escaped your notice.
The door to the guest bedroom had been left open, the entire time you and Chris had fucked.
Anybody could have walked past, could have seen you and Chris like that...
"Fuck..." you mumbled.
"Hmm?" came Chris's soft reply.
"The door. It got left open," you answered in a tired murmur.
There was a moment's silence before you and Chris both looked at each other, neither one of you suddenly able to keep from laughing.
When the laughter had died down, Chris cast a look over his shoulder at the door. "Probably a good idea to close that next time, yeah?" he remarked, turning back to grin down at you. You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the thought that one of his bandmates might have seen the two of you.
And then Chris's words clicked into place.
"Wait, next time? You mean that?" you asked softly, a hopeful look in your eyes. He nodded, smirking down at you. "You don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this twice, do you?" he teased you, leaning down to kiss you.
You grinned, shrugging as you kissed him back. "Maybe? I got you this time, didn't I?" you teased him in response. "Mm, no," he answered, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it, "no, baby. I got you."
You leaned back to pout at him, earning another laugh from him. "Alright, how about this? Truce?" he asked, holding out a hand. You eyed it dubiously for a second, before finally relenting, shaking his hand. "Alright. Truce," you agreed. "For now," you added a moment later, unable to keep from smirking.
Chris raised both brows at you, before calling you a brat. Although, judging by the faint smile on his face, you knew he didn't mean it.
And you were right, he didn't mean it. You were his good girl, you'd always been, always would be...
"I mean, you guys cleaned up in there, right? I'm not gonna find anything... questionable... later?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris. There was some light laughter amongst the rest of the guys, as they all sat gathered around the open, brightly blazing fire-pit.
The last rays of the dying sun had long since bled out, leaving nothing but ink and gemstones and a silver smile gracing the skies. Food had been eaten, drinks had been had, laughter had been shared, and now that things were winding down, you had ended up falling asleep in Chris's lap, your head resting on his shoulder.
Chris made a face at Ricky, earning more laughter from his bandmates. "Of course we cleaned up. Besides," he said, glancing down at your sleeping form in his lap, "I think she needed this today."
"How long had it been for you guys again?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. "Too fucking long," came Chris's instant reply.
A few low catcalls and whistling ensued from some of his bandmates, earning them all an eyeroll from Chris. "Sooo... tour update: Y/N's no longer a brat?" Ricky teased, grinning.
Unable to hide his own grin, Chris shook his head, glancing down at you again and placing a soft kiss atop your head as you slept. "No... she just needed a little extra attention from me today, that's all..." he answered.
"Dude, you're so fucking soft for her," Vinny grinned. "Yeah, man, I don't think I've ever seen you like this with anybody, our fans included," Justin agreed.
Ricky snorted, casting a sideways glance at his friend. "It's cause he loves her," he said with a wink. Chris waved him off with a smile, but he knew his bandmate was right.
He did love you, more than he ever thought he could, more than he thought he deserved to. How he'd ever been lucky enough to land someone as special as you... that was still, and probably would always be, a mystery to him.
"Oh and by the way, you guys were totally loud," someone suddenly spoke up, earning another round of laughter from everybody.
"Shut up, we were not!"
A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, I do apologize. But for those of you who stuck around and made it all the way to the end, I want to very humbly thank you and hear what you thought of this one! (Also, if you think I should do more of these, please let me know in the comments and REBLOG! Every little bit helps! Thank you so much, fellow Creatures! 🎃
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HII!! Just saw your post. Excited for Halloween! It woukd be so cool if you did a oneshot of the naknae line with con noncon, somnophilia and double penetration. I know this is super intense but hope you write it. :))
hi! ❤ so am I! oh honey, all I can say is: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy the ride lmao
pairing: maknae line x reader
genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au
warnings: mentions of corruption and manipulation, dub con, allusions to con noncon, somnophilia, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, a little bit of oral, slight degradation mixed in with praise, creampie
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Your breathing was soft as the summer breeze as you slept, the fingertips tracing the curve of your spine even softer. It wasn't the first time you fell asleep cuddled up to Jimin, clinging to him like a kitten would to its owner. He never accepted your apologies afterwards; he was content holding you in his arms through the night. But in the dark, its shadows called to his own, your lowered guard and trust in him stirring something odd and ancient in his body.
"She's out like a light," he whispered, his slender fingers beginning to rub soothing circles into your back.
"Isn't she always?" Taehyung murmured sleepily.
He's been lying on the bed right beside you, one arm thrown over your waist. Movie nights with your roommates were a pretty common occurrence, a way for you to unwind after a long week of constant assignments. It wasn't the first time you dozed off during one of those, either, the tv already off to ensure that its light doesn't disturb you.
It was truly something special; to get along with the people you lived with, to be so close and comfortable you could just let go. It somehow didn't strike you as odd, the way your life outside your shared apartment seemed to start falling apart when you met. You were too busy seeking comfort, chasing stability; and they made sure to provide just that.
It didn't matter that your dates and friendships weren't working out anymore. It was all for a higher purpose, your own good, a bitter taste of reality they liked to soothe with sweet promises and reassurance. They knew what you needed; even if you didn't.
A sigh was let out against the nape of your neck as Taehyung shifted closer to you, his chest pressing against your back. It wasn't his intention to slide his hand beneath your shirt. It was an almost absentminded gesture, the caress of his palm on your stomach saturated with warmth, his lashes tickling your shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. He just wanted to feel closer to you, that was all. Though his body seemed more aware of his real thoughts and intentions than his heart, his stomach flipping and cock hardening slowly.
He couldn't help it; the curve of your ass hugged his growing length, separated by nothing but his jeans and your pretty little panties. You rarely ever went to sleep in anything that wasn't a big, comfortable t-shirt (usually one of theirs).
Laughter disguised as a puff of air tickled your neck as Jimin watched Taehyung press his hips into you.
"Can't you wait until she's out a little longer?"
Taehyung trailed his hand down to your ass, giving it a loving squeeze.
"What for? She sleeps like a log."
He would know.
Jimin hummed, watching Taehyung's hand trail back to your t-shirt. He lifted it with no hesitation, exposing your breasts to the preying eyes of the man whose embrace you fell asleep in so easily. Your nipples stiffened in the cool air. Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his dick that had started already when you dozed off.
Taehyung, on the other hand, didn't really seem to want to take his time, both of his hands groping your tits like he couldn't get enough. He caught a hardened bud in between two fingers, lazily switching between rolling and pinching. A visible shiver ran through you at the actions.
On the floor, Jungkook suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.
"Shit."
He blinked several times and sat up, puffy eyes immediately shifting to you, taking in the scene before him with a twinge of regret.
Not for the right reasons. What was right, and what was wrong, anyway? The lines blurred too much for him to tell. They were getting blurry for you, too.
"How long was I out?" He questioned, swallowing harshly, unable to look away from the way Taehyung played with you, heat spreading all the way from his neck to his abdomen.
"Long enough," Jimin whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.
Jungkook inched closer to the bed. He was already hard, entranced by the darkness and beauty mixing together into fireworks right before his eyes.
A small whimper escaped you.
Taehyung cocked his head to the side at the sound and sat up as well, gently lifting your knee. His eyes burned into the sight he was greeted with, cock twitching in his briefs. He could practically see the outlines of your pussy in the flimsy material of your panties, the wet patch on them never failing to take his breath away.
"Look at that," he murmured.
Jungkook leaned in. Even Jimin lifted his head. Both watched in anticipation as Taehyung pressed his finger into your wet, clothed clit, rubbing it in soft circles.
"You see that?" He asked, dark eyes stuck on your pretty cunt, unable to look away. "Sleeping like an angel, leaking like a whore. God, I love her."
Jimin's head fell back onto the pillow, a filthy, hushed groan leaving his lips. But he lifted it right back up when he heard the unbuckling of a belt, Taehyung's impatient fingers already pulling down his zipper.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Fuck no," Jimin shook his head, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "She's sleeping with me tonight. You got more than enough."
"Don't worry," Taehyung almost sneered, settling down to lie behind you again. "I won't get in your way."
Jimin raised an eyebrow, but the only answer he got was your panties being pulled aside. Taehyung's thick, stiff cock landed right in between your drenched folds, the tip pulsing and weeping for your attention. His jaw tensed, stomach tightening at the feeling of your wet heat. He only moved his hips a few times, listening to your breath come out in a shudder, coating himself in your slick until his cock glistened all over.
And then in one, smooth motion, he pressed the tip right to the entrance of your ass.
Jungkook leaned forward, the flush on his face visible even in the dark. He licked his lips, his hand unconsciously squeezing at the bulge in his sweats, because he felt as though he was going to explode.
"Does- does she like that?" He whispered.
He watched Taehyung slide right in, inch by inch, ever so slowly; filling you to the brim with his cock, your body nearly trembling at the intrusion.
"Yeah," Taehyung bit his lip. "Liked it many times. She just doesn't know it yet. Fuck."
His strong thighs trembled too as he settled inside you, his chest heaving with the effort of trying to stay quiet.
A beat.
"What the fuck?" Jimin breathed.
And yet that seemed to be his undoing. He was desperate to be buried deep in the warm walls of your pussy, and he couldn't imagine just how tight you would get with Taehyung already splitting you open from behind. He sighed, throwing all caution to the wind and sliding down his pants. And damn did it feel good to be free of their confines.
"S-shit," Taehyung clenched his teeth, pulling out of you slowly only to slam back in. His cock was all the way in heaven; nevermind that it only took tainting an angel. All the better, all the warmer, all the tighter.
He fucked himself into your ass slowly, every vein on his cock thrumming with excitement. You whimpered again, louder this time, and he shushed you with sweet words, just like he did whenever you cried.
"Shh, baby, it's okay. You're okay."
But now, there was a grunt he had to hold back in between the fragile syllables.
Gently, to the rhythm that he was creating, Jimin guided his cock to the gushing entrance of your cunt. He slipped inside in one, smooth thrust, his skin tingling with heat. He's been holding back for too long, a whine slipping past his plump lips immediately.
You were trapped in between strong muscles moving you back and forth, small noises building up in your throat, your eyebrows furrowing, like something wicked was trying to disturb your dreams.
And that was the case, after all.
"She's so fucking wet," Jimin swore, his thrusts speeding up, rational thoughts gone out the window. All he knew was the heat of your cunt, and the feral need to fill it with his cock. Taehyung let himself groan at last, trying to soothe you in your restless sleep; but what started off as a gentle touch turned to his fingers digging into your hips.
The squelching noises of their thrusts began to grow louder, mingling in the air with the slapping of skin on skin. A fire was spreading through your body, its bright, burning flame slowly pulling you from your slumber. The first thing you felt was sweat; your body felt sticky with it. The pleasure shooting through your core had you startling, tired eyes locking on Jimin.
You gasped, the pounding you were taking turning your brain into mush, confusion making your chest tighten.
"Fuck," Jimin almost stilled; almost. "You awake, baby?"
A muffled moan was all you were able to provide. Your mind was too hazy to comprehend the shock of hearing Taehyung growl behind you, his hips snapping harder against yours to fuck you into oblivion.
What the hell was going on? You felt too good to find the answers, your toes curling and moans building up in your throat. How did this happen?
"Don't look so fucking shocked right now, baby," Jungkook cooed.
Your head snapped up. He stood before you by the bed, lowering his pants to reveal his hard cock. It was pretty, wet with beads of precum, the tip almost a dark, angry red. You blinked, unable to speak up even if you could form a coherent sentence right now. He grabbed onto your hair, his hand wrapped around the long length, stopping no more than an inch in front your mouth.
"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"
You blinked up at him again, the coil in your stomach tightening along with your cunt. It gushed a fresh, new wave of arousal, your body heating up at an alarming rate, like it was going through a fever.
"Oh yeah, she definitely doesn't mind," Jimin groaned. "Clenching like she's in- agh- heat."
A smirk from Jungkook at that was all the preparation you had before he started pressing his neglected cock into your parted lips, smearing them with precum.
Your thighs were beginning to shake, Jimin's harsh, shallow breaths mingling with the little noises of pleasure he was making. Taehyung wasn't any better, grunting right into your ear, bringing your senses to the brink of overstimulation. You didn't think you've ever felt so full in your life, disorientation making you part your lips further, like a toy waiting to be used.
"What a good baby," Jungkook sighed, holding your eyes as the first inch of his hard cock landed on your tongue.
"You gonna come?" He taunted, tilting his head to the side. His cock already felt heavy, tapping the tip of your tongue and leaking onto it. "Gonna come from being all stuffed and used, huh?"
There was a tiny part of you still left untouched by them before this; it caused a flicker of doubt to appear in your head, a lone candle in the hazy shadows. You probably shouldn't like this. You probably shouldn't.
"Go on, then," Jungkook cooed again, slapping his cock against your tongue some more. "Come like a good girl and maybe you'll get a reward."
The candle went out. You collapsed in between Taehyung and Jimin, unaware of anything but the coil that snapped in your stomach, a blissful, white heat that spread through you as you clenched and unclenched around the two cocks ramming into you with reckless abandon.
You couldn't tell whose cum was running down your thighs, mixing with yours, the hands all over your body trying to bring you back down to earth. It was soothing, the small kisses being left on your shoulder, praises you couldn't quite make out yet but still felt in your heart, a welcome kind of tenderness.
"So well, you did so well."
"Pretty baby. So fucking pretty. Felt good?"
"Look at me, angel. You okay?"
All of these words sounded different, but really meant the same thing. Mine, mine, mine. You're all mine. I got you. And now you know.
And somehow it felt more than right.
#adhdshshfh#I hope this is okay!#bts x reader#yandere bts#bts scenarios#bts imagines#jimin x reader#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#bts reactions
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The Moon and the Stars
Nakamura Kazuha x reader
GENRE: slight angst, fluff
TAGS: roommates, friends to lovers
TYPE: Request, Oneshot
If Kazuha were to liken you to something in the universe, she would readily consider you as constellations, the Ursa Minor to be precise. Cliche like straight out of a fairytale, her fascination with you had ignited since the day she stepped into the dorms. The memory of you, seated on your bed, lost in music with headphones on, and yet managing to send her with a shy smile that could light up an entire room, was etched in her mind. Just like the steadfast North Star that outshines the other constellations.
However, like the relationship shared between the stargazer and the stars, you felt both so close yet so far to Kazuha. As roommates, you were inseparable, sharing late-night conversations about dreams and future plans, enjoying movie marathons, and indulging in those warm cuddles – endless cuddles. Yet, when it came to friendship, Kazuha yearned for something more. She longed for your connection to stretch beyond the boundaries of friendship. She yearned for you to belong to her and for her to belong to you.
But, like stars scattered across the night sky, there remained a gap between your hearts. Kazuha struggled to summon the courage to cross that gap, often lingering within the spaces in-between, hoping that someday you would notice her feelings. For now, she found solace in observing you from a distance, content in appreciating your beauty, just as the gentle light of your smile warmed her soul.
Lugging her backpack onto her shoulder, a sigh escaped Kazuha's lips. With the weariness of an astronomer burning the midnight oil, she switched off the lights of the astronomy tower. It had been one of those nights, poring over her astronomy report while the telescope's gaze locked onto the distant stars until the unholy hour of 2 AM. Eyes heavy with exhaustion, she began her journey back to the dorms, her steps slow and heavy.
In these moments, she questioned her decision to double major in dance and astronomy. But despite the fatigue, there was a fascination she held for the stars and, well, someone else. Someone who was, more often than not, already cocooned in Kazuha’s blankets when she returned. Finding you comfortably snuggled under her bedcovers, engrossed in a show on your phone, was a sight she adored. It made her heart flutter – you, her very own Ursa Minor, cozy and ready to hibernate like a little bear cub, your warmth echoing the stars above.
However, when she pushed open the door to your cozy dorm room, an eerie darkness and two empty beds greeted Kazuha. Frowning, the ballet dancer snatched her jacket from her bed and made her way towards the library.
You had been pushing yourself to the limits, immersed in preparations for the upcoming finals. Opting to spend your free time and even your sleep at the library, you had become a rare presence in the dorm, barely allowing yourself a break. Despite her best efforts, Kazuha's attempts to help you unwind had failed terribly, only succeeding in driving a further distance between you two. She had always known you as hardworking, but witnessing you in this state for the first time in the two years she had known you was a first.
The library's study room was nearly deserted, with only a handful of students scattered about, attempting to cram just a bit more knowledge into their minds before the exams. While ballet and astronomy were Kazuha's chosen majors, the two majors that didn't require extensive library sessions, she was familiar with this section because of you. With a confident stride, she navigated to the far right corner, where she was sure she would find you. And there you were, sitting amidst a sea of books, blankets draping your shoulders, your glasses nearly slipping from your nose, as you jotted down another line in your notebook.
At the sight of your familiar eye-crinkling smile directed at her, Kazuha's heart danced within her chest. God, how much she adored that smile, one that you exclusively reserved for her.
"Hey Zuha, what are you doing here?" you whispered, tapping the chair next to you, inviting her to sit.
Obediently, the taller girl settled down, leaning into you, resting her head on your shoulder, and shutting her eyes in fatigue. The nearness of her, the warmth of her breath on your neck, sent a tingling shiver down your spine. However, you brushed aside any distracting thoughts and instead focused on holding her large hands with yours.
"I missed spending time with you," her soft breath caressed your neck as she spoke, her eyes still closed. "You’re always cooped up here."
"My finals start next week," you sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "My dad would kill me if I fail."
"Still, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t rest," she retorted with a yawn, her eyes barely opening.
"I think you’re the one who needs a rest," you playfully teased the ballet dancer, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Watching her struggle to keep her drooping eyes open, you made a decision. Gently, you led Kazuha towards the large grey sofa situated near the window. She watched you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as you grabbed your blankets and walked back to the sofa.
"You can sleep here for a while. I’ll finish this chapter, and then we can go," you said, placing the blankets over her.
Yet, her reaction took you off guard. Swiftly, Kazuha's arms circled around your neck, pulling you down with her. A small scream of surprise escaped your lips as you found yourself sprawled on top of her, your heartbeat racing.
Coughing in embarrassment, you scrambled to disentangle yourself, standing up quickly. It wasn’t unfamiliar for the two of you to be this close, especially during movie nights when she insisted on cuddling, but being in such proximity to her face always set your heart racing.
"Kazuha!" you scolded, lightly swatting her hand as she attempted to draw you back to her side.
"Stay with me?" she pouted, her puppy eyes in full effect. "I won’t distract you, scout’s honor."
True to her word, Kazuha maintained her silence as you continued studying on the couch beside her. She cuddled into your side, snoring peacefully. Unbeknownst to her, her mere presence, the soft weight of her body against yours, was in itself a distraction. Your thoughts wandered away from your textbooks, escaping to an alternate universe where you could be more than friends. The chapter remained unfinished, swept away by the chaos her embrace had brought within your otherwise tranquil mind.
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"I think you’re forgetting your priorities," your dad hissed through the phone, his voice dripping with venom. "Perhaps we should have you drop out. You’re wasting money anyway."
Leaning against the balcony railing, you fought to contain the tears threatening to spill. The pain of your father's words continued, a torrent of emotional abuse that had become all too familiar over your 21 years of existence. Each word was a dagger, carving wounds into your heart. You felt like a red and white target pinned to the walls of your family home, subjected to his verbal abuse until you were left full with pain and sorrow. You were never enough, especially not when you had a golden boy for a brother.
"Women are useless. I should’ve known you would end up like your mother," he remarked, his words hitting their intended mark with precision.
Bullseye. Mentioning your late mother was a calculated blow that amplified the ache.
"I really am trying," you managed to say, your voice thick with the lump in your throat.
"Well, you better try harder," he spat, the line going dead as he hung up.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you gazed up at the waxing crescent moon, mapping your future steps alongside the growth of the new moon. Though you despised the necessity of it, your first move was clear: distance yourself from your distractions, at least temporarily. That included the girl of your dreams, the one who resided in your heart, Kazuha.
But for tonight, you resolved to enjoy one last movie night in the ballet dancer's arms, sharing the ice cream you had picked up during your weekly grocery run.
The night that followed was one of bittersweet peace. Wrapped in Kazuha's sheets, your head nestled on her pillows, you savored a sleep unlike any other you'd have in the upcoming month. Her fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a sense of security, a temporary refuge from the storm raging within you.
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Kazuha was worried, to say the least. She had rarely seen you throughout the entire week, as you had chosen to retreat back to the library. You were even giving her the cold shoulder, but Kazuha tried to explain it away as you being under pressure. She knew your father was extremely strict, to the point of toxicity, but she had no idea just how bad it actually was.
Even during your only shared class, Korean, you would now sit at the front row, distancing yourself from Kazuha. She missed you deeply – missed talking to you, spending time with you, and most importantly, missed your warm hugs.
Today was no different. Kazuha was late to class; she had overslept due to going to bed in the early hours of dawn (she had been having trouble sleeping without you there). Expecting you to save her a seat as you used to, she was met with the sight of you sitting in the front row with some of your medical major friends.
“Miss Nakamura, please sit down,” the professor said sternly, his deep voice echoing through the full auditorium.
Blushing a bright red, the ballet dancer quickly took a seat in one of the empty chairs in the back, next to another fellow Japanese student named Sakura.
Covering her face with her arms, Kazuha slumped over the desk with a groan, embarrassed by her entrance and heartburned with sadness at the sight of you seemingly no longer wanting her around.
"You okay, Zuha-chan?” Sakura timidly asked the sulking girl. It was rare to see the usually happy and joking girl looking so crestfallen.
"Yeah,” Kazuha muttered, her face still buried in her arms. “I mean, no. I’m not okay.”
Sakura raised her eyebrows and patiently waited for the younger girl to continue.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” Kazuha mumbled, finally sitting up. “It’s like all of a sudden, Y/N doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore.”
Sakura held back a smile. She had always suspected that Kazuha was enamored with you, and you with her. The only people who couldn’t see how you felt about each other were the two of you. Why else would Kazuha reject all those admirers throughout the years? Why else would all your dates fail? Like stars and the moon, the two of you were meant for each other, slowly revealing yourselves in the night as the world continued to spin.
“Have you tried talking to her about it?” Sakura asked.
Kazuha pulled at her midnight black locks in distress, “Yes! She just pretends not to hear me.”
Suddenly gasping as if she realized something, Kazuha grabbed the smaller girl and slightly shook her shoulders, “Is Y/N dating someone? And she doesn’t want to tell me? That explains why she’s never at the dorm or never answers my calls.”
She slumped in her seat, trying not to cry at the thought of you liking someone. She couldn’t comprehend why she always felt this surge of jealousy whenever you went on dates.
Sensing the younger girl’s distress, Sakura gently put her hand on hers in comfort. Sakura decided to play cupid this time; she was tired of watching the two of you dance around each other for years.
“I don’t think Y/N is dating anyone. But I think you should tell her how you feel before it’s too late.”
“How I feel?” Kazuha furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“You love her, don’t you?”
Did she feel anything for you? Kazuha was dumbfounded at Sakura’s question. She had never really thought about the possibility of being something more than friends with you. Being by your side was enough, but the idea of sharing your affection with someone else made her uneasy. And then it clicked – she was in love with you.
“I guess I do,” Kazuha whispered, lost in thought.
Satisfied with the outcome, Sakura smiled and refocused her attention on the professor, leaving Kazuha to grapple with her newfound emotions.
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With a box of Korean fried chicken from your favorite restaurant in hand and a soft grey kitten plushie in the other, Kazuha made her way to the library. After taking a few days to come to terms with her feelings, she had decided that she would tell you how she felt soon. She knew you were still busy with finals, so she was content to wait until everything was over. Right now, she was simply eager to see you again after two long weeks of you avoiding her.
The moon was full tonight, perhaps an omen that everything was coming full circle.
Her heart pounded as she pushed open the door to the study room, her eyes immediately finding the back of your head in your favorite corner. But this time, you weren’t alone.
You were laughing at something your classmate, Yunjin, said. Jealousy and sadness gripped Kazuha's heart, jealousy that you were spending time with someone else and sadness that you had declined her offer to study together, yet seemed to be having a great time studying with Yunjin.
“H-hey, Zuha,” you stuttered.
It had been so long since you had seen your roommate, and her presence sent shivers down your spine. You had missed her so much, to the point where breathing felt painful, but you couldn’t afford distractions if you wanted to pass this semester and continue studying in the same school with Kazuha. She looked great today, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top that showcased her toned stomach and arms.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I know you’ve been skipping meals, so I brought you dinner,” Kazuha said, showing you the plastic bag in her hand.
God, Zuha, you're making it hard to keep my distance from you.
“I already ate with Yunjin,” you responded, trying to create some distance between you and Kazuha. Just one moment here, and your thoughts were already a mess.
Yunjin watched you intently, as if conveying a message through her eyes. You blushed, trying to avoid eye contact with both of the girls. You had confided in Yunjin about your crush on Kazuha, and she had been relentlessly urging you to confess for the past few weeks. You had promised to do so after your exams; hiding your feelings from your roommate was getting increasingly difficult anyway.
Misunderstanding the situation, Kazuha's heart shattered. She didn't like the way Yunjin looked at you, and she certainly didn't like how you responded to her gaze, turning into a blushing mess. Maybe the full moon wasn't an omen of things falling into place; perhaps it was an omen that she would come to terms with the truth – that you simply didn't like her back.
“I—” Kazuha struggled to swallow the lump in her throat, “yeah, okay.”
She took a step back, trying to leave as soon as possible. She hid the plushie she had bought for you behind her back.
"I should go," she mumbled, avoiding your gaze, "I'll see you whenever."
“Zuha—” you began, reaching out to grab her hand, but she had already turned around abruptly and left, leaving your hand suspended in the air.
“You really should stop avoiding her,” Yunjin advised, observing you with knowing eyes. “You're hurting her.”
“I know,” you groaned, replaying the image of Kazuha's sad expression whenever you had ignored her. “I just can't think straight when she’s here.”
“Well… you aren’t straight to begin with.”
“You’re not helping, Yunjin. “
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Rubbing your tired eyes, you pushed open the door to your room. It had been a while since you were there, and you were eager to finally see Kazuha and spend some time with her. The last exam had just ended, taking up eight hours of your day. It was already midnight when you had left the classroom.
Confused to find the dorm room empty and dark, you knocked on the door of the dorm across from yours. Kazuha often spent time with your neighbors, Sakura and Chaewon.
"Long time no see, Y/N," Chaewon greeted you with a smile after opening the door.
"Yeah, sorry for not hanging out with you guys," you apologized, scratching your head. "I was busy with finals."
"Y/nnie," Sakura chimed in, pulling you into a warm hug. "You should talk to Zuha."
"I know," you sighed, "Do you know where she is?"
"Probably in the astronomy tower. She's been there a lot lately," Chaewon said, giving you a knowing look.
Did everyone know about your feelings? You shook your head in confusion, thanked the two girls, and headed to the astronomy tower.
The path to the building seemed darker and longer than you remembered. Then again, Kazuha always held your hand when you walked there to stargaze. The nights felt lighter with her, and the winters were warmer when she was near. She was like the moon, casting a gentle and bright light on your otherwise empty and dark life that had known nothing but the cruelty of your father.
Spotting the taller figure sitting in front of a large telescope on the top floor, you approached Kazuha, your footsteps echoing in the empty space.
"Hey," you said, your voice sounding strangely loud in the quiet.
"Hey," Kazuha replied, her expression unreadable in the dark, but her tone carrying a sense of coldness.
"Can we talk?"
"Oh, so now you want to talk?"
You winced. You deserved that for avoiding her without explanation for the past few weeks.
Kazuha turned back to the telescope and continued her observations, scribbling down some notes in her notebook.
“I’m sorry, Zuha,” you said softly, settling down next to the taller girl. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Kazuha continued to ignore your presence, pretending to record the constellation information in her book.
“I only wanted to keep you close to me,” you confessed, reaching over to touch the hand that was holding the pen.
“Then why did you avoid me?” she finally asked, her clear eyes meeting yours.
Sighing, you realized it was time to address your feelings. Yunjin would probably tease you mercilessly for finally admitting them.
“Because you make me nervous,” you admitted.
“Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? If I did, I apologize, I didn’t mean—” Kazuha began to panic, clearly not expecting your answer. Had she unintentionally pressured you?
You saw her mind racing, so you gently cupped her cheeks with your hands to calm her down.
“No, Zuha, that’s not what I meant,” you reassured her, your thumb brushing against her skin. “I meant that being around you makes my heart race and my thoughts a jumbled mess.”
Kazuha’s body seemed to tingle at your touch. After a month of silence, your nearness was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. She really was a sucker for you.
“I’m in love with you, Nakamura Kazuha,” you finally admitted, leaning closer until your breaths mingled and you could smell the soft scent of lavender on her.
“It’s like whenever you’re near, my mind goes blank, and I can’t concentrate on anything else. I avoided you because I could never seem to stop thinking about you, and I kept failing my lessons because you would always enter my mind when I started to take an exam.” ”
Kazuha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The person she had secretly loved for years was confessing their feelings for her. It felt surreal, like a dream come true.
“You’re like the moon to me, Zuha,” you continued, your finger tracing the lines of her nose and lips.
“It might sound cliché, but my life felt like a dark night sky before I met you. I hated the darkness, my family, my life. But you changed that.”
Finally breaking out of her daze, Kazuha extended her long arms and pulled you into an embrace so tight that you practically ended up in her lap. Your cheeks turned a deep shade of red, but you snuggled closer into her warmth.
“That’s funny. I’ve always thought of you as one of the stars” Kazuha mumbled into your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you wanted nothing but for her lips on yours.
“The Ursa Minor, to be exact. Like a small, cuddly bear, with the North Star guiding me in the right direction.”
You chuckled at her analogy, relieved that she seemed to forgive you. In fact, you were getting more than you hoped for – you had the girl you loved holding you close.
“The moon and the stars,” you mused, briefly pulling away from her to gaze at the night sky.
“Mhmm, and I love you too,” Kazuha responded, tugging you back into her embrace before capturing your lips with hers.
The waning crescent moon hung in the sky, surrounded by the brilliance of the summer stars. It felt like the beginning of something new, a fresh start with Kazuha by your side.
Felt that this was a bit rushed 😢
But I loved doing the moon symbolisms
#kpop fanfic#gxg#kpop imagines#wlw#kpop fic#fluff#angst fic#kpop#wherethefireliliesgrow#le sserafim x y/n#le sserafim x you#le sserafim#kazuha#kazuha x reader#kazuha x you#kazuha x y/n#original work#le sserafim x reader
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