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wolf-knights · 4 months

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something has changed

Pairing: Derek Morgan x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: hi, yes im back and by popular demand uploading chapter 2 of the derek morgan fic. Chapter three is in works currently so lets hope by Friday night or Saturday its done to be uploaded :)

mentions: strong language(?), drinking, gay pining(?), smut...like this whole chapter is smut so be ware, AFAB anatomy used, DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. if theres any warning i left out please let me know.

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Alcohol clouds your mind as your back collides with the soft sheets of the bed, his hands roaming your body, kiss after kiss from your lips to your neck to your collarbone, marks after marks.

“Derek…” his name escapes your lips as a sigh, he looks at you, and his warm eyes still make you feel something even if this was a one-time thing, you knew it was in your mind. “Y/n…are you sure…you want this?” he asked wanting to know you wanted this as much as him, that you needed him as much as he needed you. The words escaped you as you nodded “I need to hear it from you, pretty boy” he whispered making you shiver “Yes…I want you Derek” your voice barely audible. At that moment everything was fogged, the only thing that wasn’t fogged were Derek’s hands moving under your shirt pulling it over your head as his eyes trailed over your body “god you are hot” his hand moved to trail one of the tattoos on your chest, his hand lightly grazing against the scar from your top surgery, he had seemed to figure it out, you took a deep breath looking at him sobering up a little “Derek-I-I’m-” Derek saw the fear in your eyes, fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt “it’s okay…it doesn’t matter to me, pretty boy” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed you. This kiss was different, reassuring, and gentle, it felt like running through a field of flowers with the sun about to set, the soft breeze hitting against your face and making you smile.

The kiss was broken to breathe, and derek’s lust-filled eyes looked down at you as your hands gripped his shirt pulling at it to remove the article of clothing. He smirked and pulled away to remove the shirt, he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sharp breath you took “oh, so you like?” he said as he moved away completely, eyes still fixing you in place as you nodded “what’s not to like?” he chuckled as he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankles making you yelp and look at him as you laugh, the alcohol was officially starting to attack you properly. He leaned down his hands on your hips as he attacked your neck making your laugh turn into a moan “now that’s something I like to hear” he whispered in your ear as his kisses traveled down your body from your neck to your chest, kissing across your scars with a smirk as his hands moved from your waist to the waistline of your pants. As his hands played teasingly with the waistband his soft kisses turned into bite marks littering across your body, leaving evidence of the night behind him “can remove these?” he whispered only for your hands to grab a hold of his “let me…” you breathed lightly as he moved his hand with a smirk, only for you to smirk and use his loss of control to your advantage flipping you two so he was below you, he chuckled as you straddled him “I know what you're up to. I can see it in your eyes." derek’s hands rested on your hips as you leaned down and kissed him “well will you indulge me then?” you whispered as you kissed him a few times before moving down his body leaving marks where ever you could, you could feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach every time you would hear derek’s breathing change or feel his hands in your hair

“Can I...” you asked making sure he was okay with it, he unbuttoned his pants removing them while his eyes stayed on yours, you laughed lightly looking away knowing your cheeks were redder than you’d like to admit. You kissed your way down Derek’s chest only for him to moan as you got closer to his cock “are you okay with this?” you asked making sure he wanted this, his hand gripped your hair, he could see the slight excitement in your eyes as he gently pulled your head back “just suck it already” he whispered in the voice that would have anyone melting, you smirked “someone’s getting impatient…” you said only for Derek to mirror the smirk you had on your face “and something tells me you are not one to take command pretty boy… so now why don’t you end what you started” your breathing hitches as your eyes move to his lips before leaning in and kissing him, he pulls back with his signature look and winks “get to work pretty boy” he whispers, you bite your lip before moving your hand to cup his cock through his underwear feeling it twitch in your hand from the touch. You pulled Derek’s underwear down finally fully freeing his cock. Without breaking eye contact, you licked up the length of the cock, licking around the tip as Derek’s hand grips your hair as you take the entire length into your mouth. The sight alone had Derek’s mouth watering, he had decided then and there that this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. You started to move faster, occasionally looking at Derek to see the look of pleasure clear on his face, there was clear eagerness in your eyes. Both of you had lost track of the time, not a single thought in your minds except each other and what was happening right now. Derek came back to his senses as he got closer to the edge, he wanted to do more before he finally came, and he pulled at your hair making you open your eyes looking at him with lust-blown eyes “stop baby…don’t want to cum just yet” he whispered with a smile as he pulls you closer to himself making you straddle him.

Derek moved the hair from your forehead before pulling you in for a kiss, his hand resting on your hips, your unbuttoned pants seemed to be in the way of him as the kiss got heated.

You were lost, as your brain had started to fog with only the thoughts of Derek. Your body shivered every time his hand got closer to your nipples making you grip Derek’s shoulders harder, he couldn’t help but tease you further as he shifted you to one of his thighs. He hooks his finger in the belt loops pulling you closer as you gasped at the sudden friction making you tremble and hold on to his bicep, he laughed softly “oh…sensitive all ready, pretty boy?” As he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear.

You were no doubt getting a little impatient now and he knew that just by the way you’d whine whenever he would purposefully make you grind as he’d shift his thigh.

“Just fuck me already…” your head had dropped on his shoulder by now his hand was in your pants, massaging your slightly sensitive clit slowly, your body felt like it was on fire, derek’s touch alone had made you quite worked up yet he couldn’t get enough of your whimpers or moan begging him to just fuck you at this point, his fingers already deep in your cunt moving in a rhythm as he pushed them in only to pull them out slowly, with every push of his fingers you’d gasp with a shiver running up your spine. You could feel his bulge pressing against you, his heavy breaths against your neck was a whole other experience of arousal. Derek’s free hand in your hair pulling it away from his neck only to see your face literally being the definition of pleasure itself “you are driving me insane already, baby” his lips grazed against yours, and as his fingers pushed in again his lips attacked your bitten ones, your moans trapped between your interlocking tongues. In the heat of the moment he had flipped you so you were on your back with him towering over you, your heart was beating faster than it had ever on a case. Derek held eye contact for a moment for a sign of hesitation only to find lust and desire though he still asked “you sure you want this, pretty boy?”

“pl-please just…fuck me already! please” your hand on his shoulder moved as he pulled away with a soft chuckle, your legs now resting on top of his thighs with his hands moving down your body until they reached the waistband slowly pulling it down as his hungry eyes stayed on yours “god you couldn’t be more handsome” he whispered as his eyes fully take you in. Derek’s hand moved up on your torso, up to your chest with short gasp-like breaths leaving you as derek’s hand found your nipples quite easily. He slid his thumb against it, an easy and lazy flick that had you squirming with soft sounds leaving you. A cascade of shivers surged through you rushing down into that ache that was pooling into that well-known pleasure.

The look of pleasure as derek pinched your nipple, a sort of encouragement that made him do it again this time pulling a soft whimper out of you. The back-and-forth flick had you squirming and biting back moans, your thighs resting against Derek’s waist his left hand resting gently on your thigh as an anchor for you. Derek did not stop his assault on your nipples though his thumb flicking over them sending waves of tingles and twitches through your body with desperate wines leaving you. A pinch and twist that sent pain and pleasure through your body that had your hips bucking with an ever so sultry chuckle leaving derek as his hand softly massaged the now red nipples before his hand travelled down your squirming body, down towards where you wanted his hands to be the most.

Derek’s fingers slid along the wet folds slowly, as your hips jumped at every slight touch. His free hand spread your legs apart as he slid his fingers up and down idly, for a moment he gave a light touch to the opening of your vagina. His fingers pressing against it, he massaged the pads of his fingers against your cunt, gathering that wetness on them as another desperate noise left you derek moved his fingers back up lightly grazing against your clit. The excitement and the heat made you arch your hips for more of derek’s touch only for him to pull his fingers away as he adjusted his position a little. With his fingers back on your cunt, he spread his fingers in a peace sign, avoiding the clit as much as he could though he rubbed teasingly close to it earning him a moan-like whine. As derek’s fingertips pressed lightly to the outer labia making your hips jump with a shuddering gasp as he slid his fingers up and down, your breathing fast and erratic, your cheeks flushed and burning.

Derek loved this, he loved how easy it was to figure out what you liked, the way you’d tremble and squirm with his every touch. Derek bit the inside, he loved all the noises you would make, god he could tease you all night and not get tired by hearing your desperate sounds begging him. But not today, not right now, not on the first night. He had already planned that this would not be a one-time thing.

A whimper left you as derek slid his fingers along the skin, pressing where he knew the clit was while massaging it firmly. A sensation that your hips bucked whenever derek’s fingers applied the pressure, sending shudders and trembles down your spine with a moan leaving you. Going back to gathering that wetness on his fingers, derek moved his fingers back to your clit with your muscles flexing and quivering under him, he tapped lightly at your swollen clit smirking at how your hips jumped eagerly for more.

Derek pressed a soft kiss against the edge of your hip before softly nipping at it making you twitch softly with a whine, before softly kissing down your hips. His lips soon pressed a kiss against your mound, a moan leaving you as your hands gripped the bed sheet in a tight hold.

Thighs quivering on either side of him as derek gave a swirl of his fingers against your cunt, as he moved his fingers in slow circles while looking at you. The rush of heat under derek’s skin at the sight of your flushed and pleasure-filled face, your lips parting for those ragged and heavy breaths that paired with soft shivers of your body drove derek crazy. To be frank, derek had never felt such complicated feelings, not for anyone and certainly not for a one-night stand or so he thought.

As derek’s fingers continued rubbing firm yet slow circles against your cunt, he pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs as they tightened and trembled against him. His brown eyes held blazing eye contact with you as he pulled away his fingers though his soft kisses continued growing closer to where you wanted him the most, his fingers pressing gently and pulling the lips apart before he blew softly at your already sensitive and swollen clit “de-derek!” a soft whine of his name left you, that alone was enough to drive him crazy, his free hand softly massaging your thigh as you squirmed.

Derek moved your thighs to his shoulders, a whimper leaving you as he leaned in lapping at the wet folds. This new feeling had you arching your hips as one of your hands gripped the bed sheet under you while the other was moving down to grip his hand. Derek had pulled away for a moment to see the look of pleasure on your face, he had smirked before leaning down again and lapped while making sure to keep up with the fast yet slow rhythm against the opening of your cunt. Moving up he pressed his tongue gently against your clit before giving it a lick as a moan left you, derek had forgotten about himself all of his focus on you and your squirming body. Moving his left hand from your thigh to pull at the outer labia before he gave a gentle lick to your clit again before he closed his lips around it, he looked at you to see your reaction only to find you gripping the pillow beneath your head as he had slowly started to suck it. Moving his left hand away from its previous position only to press the pads of his fingers against your slick opening, pressing them against your cunt as his tongue joined in the action again lightly swirling against your clit in rhythm with the sucking. The overwhelming sensations had your hips jerking up with cries and moans of his name leaving your trembling body. Derek’s right hand still holding onto your hand in a way anchoring you, providing a sort of comfort as he kept up with the pleasure.

You grew impatient as his fingers pushed in, the rhythm lining up with the swirling and sucking on the clit. Your hips tried to arch off the bed as derek pushed his fingers in again faster than he had previously in result hearing your moans with the slick noise. The wetness gathered on his fingers as he gave another swirl against the now sensitive swollen clit that had your toes curling with a wine of derek’s name. Whenever you’d moan or whimper out his name it would send shudders down his spine and instinctively make him ground down against the bed a soft huff leaving him.

The way your muscles would contract and squeeze around him whenever the pace fastened had derek moaning out in time with you. The vibrations of the moans and hums had your hips jerking down against derek’s hands that played with you whilst holding your hips in place, derek loved the slight struggle your hips would do to arch. He continued sucking at your clit as his fingers massaged against the inner walls clenching around his fingers. With every thrust of his fingers, you could feel the familiar heat setting in, like something was close to snapping. Derek feels your toes curl with your thighs squeezing around him as his fingers hit the bundle of nerves. The hand that was in derek’s clenched as your body twitched as it snapped, the climax being pushed over the edge, derek fingers keeping up with the rhythm he had as you orgasmed.

Your body twitched as you came down, your breathing heavy. Derek gently pulled away as his hand rested on your thighs caressing them softly to bring you back down “you doing okay, pretty boy?” he whispered as he moved your hair off your forehead as you nodded slightly nuzzling against his hand before you stopped as you regained your senses “yeah…ju-just need to breath for a moment” you whispered knowing that you wanted more, more of derek.

You looked up at him with a hungry and lustful look that no doubt set derek’s mind on fire. Derek’s hand moved from your thighs to your waist as he leaned down pressing a soft yet fiery kiss on your lips, your hand on his bicep while the other tried to pull him closer to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened before he pulled away breathing heavily his hands resting beside your head to hold him up “where is…?” you already knew what he was going to ask, you softly smirked and pointed to the bedside table. Your eyes follow him as he pulls out a condom and lube. He returned back to his position before he pulled away placing the items by his side he grabbed your waist to position you a little higher on the mount of pillows, you laughed softly after a gasp had left you at how easy it was for him to move you around. He seemed to figure out how his positioning you intrigued you, Derek hid his smirk as he moved closer to you, your thighs resting on his. Derek’s eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment as he accommodated himself between your thighs, he could clearly see the slick glistening between your legs. Just like you derek himself was getting eager, as he leaned closer his cock pressed against the glistening folds though he didn’t push in, his lips were back on yours as his cock rubbed against slippery folds. You gripped his shoulders as you softly moaned into the kiss with your hips jumping up at the sensation.

Derek softly groaned with each slide against you, it had him aching for more, for you. He grabbed the condom that was sitting beside the twisted bodies, he bit the corner and tore it open a bit way too eagerly. Though his hips instinctively moved he forced himself to calm down to prep himself for you. His breathing was heavy as he adjusted his position, one hand on his cock to guide himself while the other was free for you to squeeze as you felt the push of Derek’s cock. Derek made sure to be slow as you breathe shuddered, hand holding his, you couldn’t get the thought of the fact out of your mind that this felt different from the other times you would have slept with someone.

When derek was sure he didn’t need to guide himself anymore, his now free hand sprawled on your hip as his thumb moved too slowly and steadily drawing circles over your clit as he slowly works himself further in, with a soft groan leaving him at the stimulation of you tightening from the constant stimulation being provided to you. Derek couldn’t get enough of your soft moans with every move.

Derek could feel you tense up, he gave a tap on your clit before moving his hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down to place kisses on your neck as he forced his hips to stop to let you get used to him though his kisses don’t stop, moving from your neck to your lips to nipping at your neck with marks already forming, he had noticed the way you bit back your moans whenever he would nip at your skin “Let me hear your voice” he whispered in your ear as his hand carded through your hair grabbing it as his eyes looked at your lust filled ones. Derek could feel you relax with his every kiss and touch, even to him this felt different then his other hookups.

You had whispered something that derek wasn’t able to hear, worried he looked at you “is-is everything okay, pretty boy?” he seemed to be on full alert, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the caringness “I-I’m ready…” you whispered with a slight smile.

Derek chuckled at how scared he got before he leaned in close and kissed you before pulling away though his arm stayed beside your head while the other hand rested on your hips as his thumb rubbed gently at your clit to relax you further, you had given into him already. Derek focused on rolling his hips making sure to take it slow to not hurt you.

Derek bit back a groan as his pace picked up, you yourself couldn’t hold your moans back. With his hips moving in a quick rolling motion though his real focus was your clit, his fingers on your clit speeding up until your body was left trembling. As derek felt you flutter around him, he pulls his hips back instinctively pulling a whine out of you, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly before he pushed back in pulling a moan out of you, he started fucking you at steady yet quick though making sure not to go too deep. Your body trembles against the sheets, you couldn’t help but tighten your legs around derek’s waist as one of your hands grips the sheet while the other seemed to be interlocked with derek’s hand that was beside your head. Your back arched off the soft cotton sheets as derek picked up the pace a little hitting exactly where the shivers would run up your spine.

Derek had moved your legs to wrap around his waist as he leaned down, his face close to yours as he brushed his lips against yours teasingly before pulling away as you leaned up to kiss him before he himself pulled you in a kiss as he started to move his hips again. His weight on you, your legs shaking cause of the stimulation, your hands gripping at Derek’s biceps as he slides against your walls.

His thrusts were slow, and patient. You on the other hand were yearning for him, derek was quick to pick up on it as he picked up his speed, going faster. Your thighs tremble at the stimulation, derek couldn’t get enough of the reactions and sounds you’d produce.

“Derek—god Derek” you exhale his name out with a breath as your hips shift instinctively as your head is thrown back with your eyes closed “oh—someone likes that” derek himself moaned at how you tightened as he hit the spot. His hand moved to your cunt to gather up the slick and precum before it was on your clit, with gentle circles and enough pressure for you to buck your hips it flowed into a rhythm with his thrusts.

Your mind was fuzzy and in a haze, the only thing you could focus on was derek. As if he was the only person that existed. His name leaves your mouth with every moan, his own moans and grunts mixing with yours.

Your bodies moving willingly with the others as if it were a dance, though it wasn’t just your bodies mingling…it was much more than that. More than you could realize, it was a connection longing to happen.

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hopepetal · 1 year

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Boatem knights AU part eight! Pog!

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@applestruda and @stiffyck! Things are ramping up!!

A long day, followed by an even longer night, passed.

After being patched up and fed, Grian’s condition had greatly improved. Scar was just grateful they caught whatever sickness he had early on, and that Marc had been… generous enough to give them supplies. Despite his fever going down and his lucidity returning, Grian was still weak and paler than usual.

Their hands were tied behind their backs again, but Grian’s wings had been left free, so one was currently wrapped around Scar. The other wing stayed close to Grian, the bandages wrapping around it keeping it from moving fully. The two knights sat in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the wheels against the road and the horse whinnying.

Scar broke the silence. “I’m sorry.” He gazed down at the floorboards of the wagon, sighing heavily. “For getting you into this mess, y’know?”

“Scar…” Grian trailed off, not knowing what to say. He merely shook his head, looking away. What could he say to someone who fully believed they were at fault for… all this?

Another moment of silence passed, before Scar coughed quietly. “How’s your injury doing?” He quickly changed the topic, plastering a smile on his face.

With a slightly amused, mostly exasperated sigh, Grian smiled back. “Better. So…” He began, pressing his shoulder against Scar’s, “how did you even get them to help me? From what I heard, they only wanted you.”

Scar shrugged, his grin turning sheepish. “I maaaay have told them that we were soulbound.”

“...Scar-!” Grian’s squawk of horror made the other man giggle. “You can’t just do that! I mean, it’s so obvious that-”

“Shhh. They’ll never know! Trust me, G-man. It’ll be alright.” Scar bumped his shoulder against Grian’s just as the wagon stopped once more. “Oh, joy.” He turned to look at Grian, his expression unreadable. “Well, whatever qualms you have with the whole soulbound business, you'll have to put aside. Think you can lie well?”

Grian nodded, his expression darkening. “I'll have to.”

The familiar sound of footsteps drew nearer. Scar leaned back with a sigh, feeling Grian's wing withdraw to fold behind him. At least they had kept the hooded cloaks from last time, so they wouldn't have to struggle to get into them again were they necessary. It was also good for Grian to have some form of covering for his torso other than bandages, which Scar absolutely planned on teasing him later for. Once they got out of this sticky situation, of course.

The wagon cover was once again pulled back, Marc whistling a cheerful tune while smiling down at them. “Good morning, lovebirds,” he cooed in a tone that made Scar feel positively nauseous. Great, he was a creep on top of being an absolute pain in the- “Get out.” Marc stepped back, allowing Scar to carefully hop out of the wagon before Grian.

Scar noticed how Grian stumbled when he hit the ground, his legs trembling as he straightened. Clearly the avian hadn’t fully recovered just yet, which was understandable but made their (as of right now, hypothetical) plan to escape a tad bit more difficult. He made sure to stay beside Grian as Marc ushered them down an overgrown forest path, his shoulder brushing against Grian’s.

After what felt like an hour in the relative quiet of the woods, Marc pushed them through a thick growth of underbrush and trees into a clearing. There, two people stood, armored and with masks covering the bottom half of their faces. At the sight of Marc and the two knights, one drew their sword while the other stepped forward.

“We only wanted the vex.” The voice of the one who stepped forward was higher pitched, but smooth and light. Kind of like Pearl’s, except not at all like Pearl’s. “There was no need to bring us a little birdie as well.”

Marc shrugged, putting a hand on Scar and Grian’s shoulders before shoving them forward. “They’re soulbound. I’m sure you know how that is, Opal.”

Opal’s eyes briefly flicked over to their partner before they looked away. “...yeah. Fine, then. Change of plans, we’ll take ‘em both. You good with that, Fern?”

With a sigh, Fern sheathed her sword. “Yeah. Would’ve been nice to have a bit of a warning, though. Guess we can’t expect anything better from a little-”

Marc groaned loudly, interrupting Fern. “Yeah, yeah, you’re still sore over that one time. Whatever. Take them and go, I’m done with this stupid job.” Turning, he began to walk away. “Good luck, you two!” he called back, “you’ll need it.”

And with that, Marc was gone.

“I hope he trips and breaks his nose,” Grian muttered, earning a soft chuckle from Scar. “Absolutely despicable. We are not lovebirds. You’re not even a bird!”

Scar had to laugh at that, nodding. “True, true. I am indeed not a bird. Very astute observation, my good man.”

Grian knocked his shoulder against Scar’s, smirking. “Oh, shut up.”

A heaving sigh drew their attention back to Fern and Opal, the sound having come from the former of the two. “He was right, this job sucks. Come on you two.” She pulled her sword again, swinging it leisurely as she walked around to be behind them. “Let’s go. Chop chop.” She snorted. “Not really, though.”

“Not unless you piss us off,” Opal added under her breath.

Scar forced a smile, clenching his hands into fists and feeling how his nails began to sharpen into vex claws. They pricked into his skin until they drew blood, reminding Scar of the damage he could do. Of why he and Grian were in this situation in the first place. “That won’t happen, don’t you worry!” he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Right, then!” Fern poked Grian in the back with her sword, causing him to squawk and jump forward. “Onwards!”

And as they started moving through the forest once more, Grian looked over at Scar and realized that his eyes had started to dimly glow.

The sound of the horses trotting through the forest was far too loud, in Mumbo’s opinion. Although it wasn’t exactly a stealth mission, he had been far too jumpy during the entire trip to stop worrying about things now. Already his mind was pouring over the various design tweaks he could make to the horseshoes to make them more silent, to the bridle and the reins, to-

They were nearly at the spot Pearl had marked down on the map now. Mambo would know, he had been carefully- obsessively, almost- following along with their journey on the map nearly the whole way there. His focus on the map had nearly caused an accident on multiple occasions. But it hadn’t, so Mumbo had kept his gaze glued to the map.

He faintly realized Impulse was calling his name, turning over to look at the other knight as he dismounted his horse. “Mumbo. I think I saw something up ahead, so I’m just going to check it out, alright?”

Mambo hummed in acknowledgment, tracing a finger up the map following the path they had been taking. He was hardly even paying attention until he heard a loud bark, Impulse shriek, and the sound of someone (likely Impulse) being knocked over by a very large…

…Tilly?

Mambo scrambled down from his horse, shoving the map inside his bag as he grabbed the reins of both his horse and Impulse’s and led them closer to where the man lay on the ground, spluttering as he got his face licked by the very familiar animal. Laughter erupted from the trees, and Pearl stepped into view, pushing her hood down so that her face was visible. “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” she cackled, and Mumbo had to start laughing as well.

Impulse grumbled, shoving Tilly (gently, of course) off of him and rolling over so he could push himself back onto his feet. “Can’t you control her?” he muttered, wiping his face. “I am covered in dog slobber now.”

Pearl smiled, nodding. “Yep. And she is not a dog! She is a wild, ferocious wolf!” Whistling sharply, she called Tilly to her side, kneeling and scratching behind her ears. “Who’s a good wittle wolf? Who’s my ferocious wittle wolfykins? You are! Yes, you are!”

Mumbo just kept laughing. Impulse glared at him for a moment before turning back to Pearl. “She is a lapdog, for goodness sakes. Oh my- y’know what? Nevermind.” Taking a moment to let everyone calm down, Mumbo having to catch his breath after laughing so hard, Impulse continued. “So. Pearl. Give us the rundown. What’s going on?”

Pearl sobered up quickly, expression darkening. She stood, though one hand remained on Tilly’s head, lightly stroking her ears. “Right, then. Let’s get to it.” She took a deep breath. “I found one of the mercenaries that jumped Grian and Scar. The archer, I think. I… asked a few questions. Just a few! And got some answers.” Noticing Mumbo and Impulse’s concerned looks, she frowned. “I let them go after! Against my better judgment, mind you,” she added on lowly. “After that, I was able to track Grian and Scar to a village- I think you passed it on the way here?”

Impulse nodded. “Yeah. Something was off about that place. Mumbo and I made sure to skirt around it. Can never be too careful, y’know?”

Pearl hummed in agreement. “Good. Well, after I saw them at the village, it was really only a matter of guessing where they’d go and picking a spot somewhat close to that location. Then I sent the note, and the rest is history!” She paused. “Hopefully good history. For us, I mean. It would kind of suck if we failed. Which! We will not.”

Mumbo blinked, his face the picture of disbelief. “So this was all just… a guessing game? And it worked?” He didn’t know whether to be horrified or impressed. With Pearl, it was always a 50/50 chance of either emotion.

Pearl grinned. “You know it! It worked surprisingly well, actually. Grian and Scar should be near us. They were handed off to two others, armored and everything. Hence why I didn’t take them on right then and there. I probably would have won against them, but Grian and Scar would be defenseless and I honestly doubt they’d be honorable.” She shrugged. “Apparently they lied about being soulbound to stick together. Which was probably Scar’s idea, he’s clever like that.”

“Of course they did,” Mumbo and Impulse spoke at the exact same time, exchanging glances with a smile as they did so.

Pearl thought for a moment, her hand on Tilly’s head drifting down to scratch under her chin. “Grian was also injured, and it looked like he was sick, but I guess they got some supplies when they stopped by the village because he’s definitely a lot better today. And Scar…” she trailed off, hesitating. “...something’s wrong. He’s not doing so hot himself. His hair, the ends of it at least, are just constantly white. I noticed he was trembling… probably a result of suppressing his vex magic. Gosh- I can’t imagine the pain he’s in.” Her voice wavered. She knew well the horrors that came from suppressing one’s magic.

“Well then.” Impulse’s gaze hardened as a hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. “We’ll just have to get them both out as soon as possible.”

“Agreed.” Pearl pulled out a map, kneeling down in the grass and spreading it out. Mumbo crouched next to her, examining the marked spots carefully before pulling out his own map and marking the same places. “I mapped out the route they’re taking and planned an ambush spot.” She tapped the spot on the map twice before rolling it back up and stuffing it back into her small bag. “We’ll attack tonight.”

And for a moment, her eyes seem to shine with a purple hue. “Let's show those bastards that they messed with the wrong knights.”

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pokimoko · 9 months

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Pokimoko's Fic Bonanza

I've been jumping between a lot of fandoms lately, and I've ended up with a small collection of (not quite small) fics as a result. And because they are such a random assortment I thought, hey, why not post them altogether and make a day of it. So, without further ado, here's my odd party mix of fics for your viewing pleasure.

Lacuna - A Moon Knight Fic

Word Count: 1.5K Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steven Grant & Marc Spector Characters: Steven Grant (Marvel), Marc Spector, Wendy Spector, Jake Lockley Summary: lacuna (noun) 1. an empty space or gap where something should be 2. a cavity or depression, especially in bone

(or: marc and steven fill in the gaps)

Where You End and I Begin - An Owl House Fic

Word Count: 15k Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter | The Golden Guard & Luz Noceda, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman & Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Hunter | The Golden Guard & Caleb Wittebane, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Hunter | The Golden Guard/Willow Park, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Gus Porter, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Vee (The Owl House), Darius Deamonne & Hunter | The Golden Guard Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Luz Noceda, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman (The Owl House), Caleb Wittebane (Mentioned), Darius Deamonne, Willow Park, Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Gus Porter, Vee (The Owl House) Summary: All of Hunter's life, he has copied those around him; all the ways they smile, all the ways they are cruel and, most importantly, all the ways in which they pretend. But as dark truths come to light and new friendships are formed, Hunter slowly but surely learns to carve out his own identity.

Let's Take the Long Way Home - A Bright Sessions Fic

Word Count: 5.8K Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mark Bryant/Oliver Ritz Characters: Mark Bryant, Oliver Ritz Summary: After the events at Yale, Mark and Oliver stop at a roadside attraction, and have an important discussion. (Or: "hey, why don't we express our feelings to each other right next to this giant milk bottle?")

Graceful Degradation - A Portal 2 Fic

Word Count: 21K Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wheatley & Wheatley (Portal), Wheatley (Portal) & Original Character(s), GLaDOS & Wheatley (Portal) Characters: Wheatley, Original Character(s), GLaDOS, Background & Cameo Characters Summary: It's 1982, and Aperture Science has made a breakthrough in the development of AI, having successfully completed the first ever artificial duplication of a human mind. The prototype speaks and thinks just like its progenitor, the scatterbrained yet determined Doctor Wheatley, but the question remains: is the digital copy truly the same as the human it believes itself to be? Is it happy to exist as it does? And why does it insist on being treated like a person?

Well, there's only one way to find out. It's time to test. And test. And test. And test.

The Ghost in the Machine - A Wolf 359 Fic

Word Count: ~23k Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Doug Eiffel & Hera, Doug Eiffel & Renée Minkowski, Doug Eiffel & Isabel Lovelace, Doug Eiffel & Daniel Jacobi Characters: Doug Eiffel, Hera (Wolf 359), Renée Minkowski, Isabel Lovelace, Daniel Jacobi Summary: Struggling to find his place amongst a ship of strangers he once called friends, Doug turns to the recordings of Officer Eiffel, the person he can't remember ever being, in the hopes of better understanding the world around him. But things take a turn for the strange when those same recordings start to talk to him…

#my fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfic #my writing #moon knight #the owl house #the bright sessions #portal #portal 2 #wolf 359 #steven grant #marc spector #hunter toh #flapjack toh #luz noceda #mark bryant #oliver ritz #doug eiffel #hera wolf 359 #wheatley #wow my first non-moon knight fics in almost two years; fairy claps to me #yes i'm aware this is a bizarre mix of fandoms but hey i like what i like. and i like a lot of deadish fandoms i guess #but if somehow one person out there actually likes ALL of these fandoms then congrats friend this is your lucky day i suppose #though you will soon realise that three of these basically have the same plot just with different fandom dressing because I like one theme #would you like a triple serving of 'self versus self'. perhaps an overuse of the ship of theseus metaphor? well you're in luck!#seriously four of these are just ✨Identity Issues✨ galore and then there's the odd one out that is just ✨Bisexual Disasters✨#i'm just finally happy to be posting this bloody thing; i drafted this like early june to sort of make up for the shortness of the mk fic #but then i just kept...writing stuff...the portal 2 and bright sessions fics were both a surprise. as was the length of the w359 one #and now i'm here with 65k of fic. which was...really unexpected. but hey can't say i haven't been unproductive this winter. go me.#fic stuff

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finnlongman · 11 months

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It's very important to do historical research as an author, so that you can figure out exactly which things you're going to throw out of the window in favour of anachronisms because they suit the vibes better. When you do it by accident, it's a mistake and a problem; when you do it on purpose, it's a Stylistic Choice.

#is this knighting ceremony historically accurate? no it's clearly late 13th century #HOWEVER the aesthetic is impeccable so i'm keeping it #writing #the wolf and his king

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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ari idk any other quotev lovers but even if i did u would be my favorite 🫡🫡🫡I LOVE UUU 🤭🤭🤭

the bond between two ppl who grew up on quotev is genuinely unbreakable UR MY FAVE QUOTEV LOVER TOO <3333 currently writing the outline for the knight!sugu x royalty!reader fic uve poisoned me alexis here’s a tiny sneak peek 🤫

(im normal abt him)

#i promise i tried to make this fic sane & normal but im genuinely too down bad for sugu and knights 😞😞#it took exactly 20 seconds for me to start thinking abt the Wolf symbolism </3 #alexis i hope u know uve ruined my life i should be studying rn but ive just been writing this fic 😭😭#ANYWAY i love u hope u have the nicest day ever <333 🧋 here is a boba for u #its been a while since i hunted quotev for jjk quizzes i need to start doing that again…#ask tag ✩

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tiptapricot · 1 year

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Writing commissions are open!

Pricing and details can be found here

Please read all information before reaching out to me via discord or tumblr dms, or emailing me at [email protected].

I currently have 2-3 slots open as some have been reserved in advance, but that availability will vary depending on the commission requests I receive (IE: I will take several 500-700 and 1k-2k commissions, but if I get one 5k-6k commission then slots will close).

This post and my informational post will display “Closed” when I have finished taking slots. Fandoms and ships tagged are ones I am familiar with and open for, but I am also open to original characters, worlds, and more! Further details in the linked post above, shares appreciated!

Thank you to all who have commissioned me in the past, and I look forward to making some lovely work for people this round! :-D

#writing commissions #commissions #moon knight #wolf 359 #werewolf by night #the mandalorian #dinluke #armorkatan #nitearmor #bill and ted #the lost boys 1987 #the batfamily #batfamily #dcau #the legion of super heroes 2006 #batman beyond #the zeta project #justice league unlimited #the fruit is talking again

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sweetlullabyebye · 1 year

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I don't know how many people have seen this movie but hear me out: Knight and Day, but with Theo as Roy and Liam as June.

#i'm watching the movie rn and like #younger me was OBSESSED with this movie #knight and day #my beloved #do i find some stuff meh? yes #do i love this movie very much? also yes #anyways yes #thiam as knight and day #please and thank you #otherwise i'll write it... someday #NO BUT THINK ABOUT IT #thiam #theo raeken x liam dunbar #theo raken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf #if anyone does write this PLEASE send a link

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jamescreates · 2 years

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What I will write for:

Marvel

X-Men

Avatar (2009)

House of the dragon (really wanting to write for this one so please ask!)

Imperfects

The school for good and evil

Teen wolf

Moon Knight

The vampire diaries

The originals

The umbrella academy

Gotham

The boys

Riverdale

(More to come!)

Also please request for me to write yandere stuff!

#what i will write #requests #HoTD #marvel #yandere #the imperfects #the vanpire diaries #avatar #teen wolf #moon knight #umbrella acedmy #gotham #the boys #x-men #riverdale

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thepoptartsavior · 3 months

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The Baron looked at Gabriel longingly. He almost had to convince himself. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time, nobody would have to die. But he was so used to this failing he didn’t want to put his hopes up too high. Gabriel was beautiful, his red hair flared around him like a lions mane. One touch couldn’t hurt? Right? He cautiously reached out to move a strand of hair from Gabriel’s face, careful not to wake him. He was of supernatural blood. This was going to work, Friedrich told himself . With a sigh, he rose up from the side of the bed he was sitting at and began to walk away when he felt someone pulling him back.

A soft, sleepy “Friedrich?” came from Gabriel’s mouth. He stood frozen, not expecting to be caught. “What are you-“ came the sleepy voice again. He had to think of an excuse. Fast. Not wanting Gabriel to see that he caught him by surprise, he turned around. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I apologize. I wanted to check up on you.” Smooth. Good comeback.

“..oh”

“I’ll leave you be now. Get some rest mein engel.”

And then a word he didn’t expect. “..stay?” Every instinct in his body wanted to. He wanted to stay. Wanted to feel Gabriels arms around him. He hoped Gabriel couldn’t see the conflict going on in his heart.

“I -“

“Please?”

Damn him.

“As you wish”

#the savior writes #gabriel knight the beast within #gabriel knight #angelwolf/klower #otp: wolf and angel #i wrote this all in one day and i think it’s my new favorite fic #i didn’t know how else to end it XD #if you understand the reference at the end i love you

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knightfuryvawannabee · 1 year

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still on break as I wait to see a psychiatrist to get unaddressed mental stuff looked into.

but for the mean time have this little thing I did for a server writing prompt:

“Keep your posture straight! Now, come at me again!”

The young Breton held his sword tightly. He rolled his shoulders back and lunged at Shoda.

At the moment of contact, he turned his torso slightly so he hit her with his left shoulder.

The impact sent Shoda stumbling back, and she laughed joyfully.

“Excellent!”

The Breton swung with his right arm, but Shoda blocked it with her shield. She then shoved him away, causing him to stumble and fall. The young one bowed his head.

“Dammit…”

When he looked up, the Harbinger had her hand held out.

“You did a great job, newblood. I look forward to seeing your progress.”

The young Breton nodded and let Shoda hoist him up. She gave him an encouraging Pat on his outer bicep. He could hear Ria clapping from the porch happily.

Shoda looked over her arm to see Farkas leaning on the doorframe with his usual pleasant smile. She excused herself from the yard as she approached her husband. Farkas chuckled gently at her.

“Having fun out there?”

“Well of course. It’s also just comforting to know things are getting…calmer.”

Farkas smiled at her and put a hand around his wife’s waist.

“Yeah…”

Shoda pulled him into a hug with a peaceful smile as she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

“I just can’t believe that 6 years ago I was still on the run from the Thalmor…look how far this journey has lead us.”

Her husband gave a happy sigh and kissed her on the forehead.

“Yeah…from Alduin…Lorkhan…and then Miraak…we’ve been through so much, but especially you…”

Shoda looked up at Farkas with a reminiscent expression, and she raised her hand to caress his cheek.

“And for you, my love…I’d do every one of those things again.”

#knight writes stuff #shoda hearthenia #farkas #otp: snow wolf #skyrim #tesblr #also with my interpretation of Farkas I’m gonna be tagging it as ‘Farkas Ulfurson’#The name comes from a friend who isn’t on tumblr anymore but her name is Kel #Farkas Ulfurson

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wolf-knights · 1 year

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When Everything Changed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: Well this is the Spencer fic, this is quite short as I wrote this on my way to the doctors office (scary trip) and I hope you all enjoy it :)

mentions: strong language(?), gay pining (?), slight hinting at soulmate au. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. If theres any warning i left out please let me know

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

You woke up today feeling weird but you pushed those feelings away wanting to enjoy your last couple of days before going back to work, you had taken a break from working for the BAU and had spent time working in your books, you had taken a break because of some unfortunate events in your life but you push those thoughts away and get out of bed to get ready for your day.

You get in your car and head to your local coffee shop to have some breakfast as you looked at your phone for the books you wanted to get at the library, after having breakfast you head to the library with a soft smile on your face, it had been a while since you were there. Saying hi to the librarian before heading to the section of books you wanted, you grabbed the two books you needed but the third one wasto high fo you to reach making you sigh and curse your genes. You put the books in your hand down before moving the stool that was at the end of the section and pulls it to where you wanted it and move to grab the book only for someone else's hand to touch yours.

You looks at the person and you feel a little sting on your forearm but you don't put much mind to it, you smile as both of you pull your hands away "The Persian Boy, do you have interest in such books" you ask trying to diffuse the tension as the both of you stared at each other. "I usually don't go for books like these but a colleague of mine recommended it, what about you?" you look at him "I'm quite a fan of such books, I recently finished a similar book to it" he hands you the book "here you can read it first" you bite your lip "um I was thinking of buying it" he realizes what you meant but you continue "I don't usually lend people books but, I can buy it and then I can lend it to you to read" he smiles and nods "that would be nice um-if you want y-you can give me your phone number and I can message you when I get done with it" he says as he hands his phone to you, dialing in your number you hand him the phone "y/n, that's a nice name" he says before letting you know his name "Spencer"...

[timeskip]

The day was finally here, the day you go back to work, were you nervous? Definitely. You had called hotch to let him know that you were ready to be back, it was a surprise to him. He agreed to let you come back and here you were parking your car, you get out of the car and head in going directly to hotch's office as you feel eyes on you. You knock on his door and here the come in "y/n how are you?" he gets up and shakes your hand "I'm good, um how have you been?" you ask to which is reply was the usual 'I'm good'.

Leading you to the round table room where everyone was, at once you caught the eye of someone-Spencer, you both hold eye contact for what felt like a hot minute "you both know each other" you hear derek say as he let's a small smirk slip "w-we met at the library" Spencer says to which Derek and Emily (who had previously introduced herself) let out a sound of acknowledgement "oh he is the library boy huh" Spencer's turns red before hotch stops the other two.

After the introduction as you set up your desk that was infront of derek, Spencer walks up to you with a book in his hand "um y-y/n I just wanted to apologize for earlier and also wanted to give you this" he hands you the book "it's okay and, thank you. ah I hope you liked the book" "I did it was quite interesting not the genre I usually go for but now I will" you flip through the book to see he had written on some pages which brings a small smile on your face "I'm sorry-" you cut him off "it's okay I think I would quite enjoy reading your views on somethings" he smiles at you before nodding "um i-i don't know if you would be willing to or not but I was thinking we could go for some coffee later on the weekend if you would like to that is" "we definitely can"

{your pov}

I was in my room reading the book he had given back to me, smiling like a teenager every time i saw his messy but heart-warming handwritten notes. The day was spent with Spencer showing me around the new places that were installed after I had left, I felt at peace with him being near me, I didn't know why I smiled every time he would be close to me, or why my eyes searched for his every time I entered a room. Could it be...no no I can't go through such pain not again, I shake my head as I put the book aside and lay down trying to keep my mind off a certain someone...

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Tagging:

@it-is-your-boi-void

I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all are having a great day/night ❤️

#spencer reid x ftm reader #spencer reid #male reader x spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #wolf knights writes #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #soulmate au?

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zafiro-anyejo · 1 month

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finally (somewhat) passionate about a fantasy story idea. i have not just a concept but?? a possible subplot?? or two??

#it's a knight's tale meets spice & wolf #or utena meets haikyuu #swordfighting and tournaments and pulling weapons from the heart and having to market yourself to get sponsors and it's all a metaphor for #love and relationships and #it's childhood estranged friends as partners then rivals-lovers #it's france inspired and basque touched though i may make it a combo of different places all rolled into one #delete later #i might make a writing sideblog just for this??

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fairysluna · 3 months

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HERE AGAIN

43. “Go on ride my thigh.” WITH HARWIN

knight in shining armor.

When the Red Keep is attacked, Ser Harwin is the one in charge of your protection. Spending the night by your side, he finds it hard to keep his emotions under control.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Harwin Strong x Targ!Fem!Reader.

TAGS — fluff (a bit too much, I'm sorryy), smut —thigh riding, nipple play, oral fixation, praise, virgin!reader, dirty talk—, sexual tension, descriptions of nudity, mentions of blood and violence, murder. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — small context: here the dance of the dragons doesn't happen, Rhaenyra never fucked Harwin and the greens and blacks are a lovey dovey family. Long live fanfiction for this. A big, big thank you to @bucknastysbabe for beta reading this!! Ilysm!!🤍

My baby bel, i think i put a bit too much fluff into the mix while writing this, but i hope you like it and enjoy it. Ilyy🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.6k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

A thunderous sound woke you up from your peaceful slumber. By looking around in the darkness of your chambers, you could tell something was wrong; a strange atmosphere appeared in the air, something odd that brought an inexplicable chill in your spine. You arose from your bed, walking barefooted towards the nearest window and peeking outside - the cold wind that entered the room sent shivers through your body, causing goosebumps to arise across your skin. It had to be the hour of the Wolf, you could barely see a thing.

There was a group of guards marching towards the entrance of the Red Keep; you heard them bellow, but you were not able to make sense of their words. They ran from one side to another, picking up their swords and shields, giving commands to one another. You grew curious to know the reason behind such a fuss and the answer came quicker than you expected. While you were observing a knight standing beside the arsenal and keeping guard on the perimeter, another man silently approached him- wearing all black, camouflaging in the darkness of the night.

A small part of you told you to look away, but you stood there - eyes fixed on the guard. Curiosity killed the cat.

Out of the blue, the black-clad specter reached for the knight, and before you could discern what the man had done to him, you saw red flooding out under the moonlight - staining his prestigious white cloak. You froze in your place as you saw the guard falling to his knees before his entire body reached the dirt on the floor. The air escaped from your lungs as you witnessed such a gruesome scene, feeling your heart beating frantically in reaction.

It only became worse once the unknown man looked up, right at your window. Right at you, steely eyes glinting.

Immediately, you took a few steps back - your hand covering your mouth and muffling a squeal as soon as you realized what had happened. Chills traveled around your body, and before you realized, your cheeks were soaking with tears of horror and fear. It was suddenly hard to breathe, your chest feeling heavy and tight. That man saw you, he would certainly come after you now.

Your feet kept moving, eyes fixed in the window as you walked backwards, as far as possible from that frightening scene. In that moment, you felt your back hit something cold and hard before two strong arms wrapped around your body and squeezed you between them. You yelped, screaming hysterically with the thought that it will be your turn now - squirming desperately as you tried to be freed from the arms of the person who was holding you down.

Then you heard his voice.

“Princess, it's me!” The familiar voice exclaimed, loosening the grip around your body and allowing you to turn around to see him. He removed his helmet, throwing it onto the floor. “It's me, my sweet princess,” he repeated, this time more calm and with a soothing tone in his timbre. He placed his big, calloused hand on your cheek.

The relief washed over you as you saw your beautiful knight in shining armor standing before you, tense shoulders instantly relaxing as you locked your lilac eyes with his deep brown ones. His gaze was soft, but it still showed signs of his preoccupation for you. His thumb brushed against your skin, wiping the tears that had fallen down your face. You leaned towards his touch and he sighed.

“You're safe with me,” Ser Harwin murmured. “Everything will be okay…” His impressive frame towered over your smaller one; you had to look up at him as your hand wrapped around his wrist.

Harwin was taken aback once he felt your trembling arms wrapping around his armor. You hung from his neck as he picked you up from the floor. One of his hands held your waist, while the other went to your nape - keeping you close to him. The coldness of the metal was pressing against your cheek, and you closed your eyes - silently crying against his shoulder. Your heart fluttered inside your chest once he tightened his grip around your body; you felt safe in his arms.

“Shh… it's fine,” he cooed against your ear. His lips pressed against your head. “No one will hurt you if I'm with you, princess. No one will harm you.”

“What happened? What's going on?” you asked between sobs.

“Some miscreants managed to go through the gates, they're now being secured in the black cells. They’re trying to find those who are inside the Keep,” he explained while he slowly put you back on your feet - a soft whine involuntarily left your lips once you stopped feeling his warmth. “I've come as soon as I heard.”

“Is my family safe? My mother, my siblings? Rhaenyra and the children?”

“They are all being guarded by members of the king's guard,” Harwin replied.

You nodded before you took a look around his face, as if you were trying to search for some wound - just in case he needed your help. “Are you hurt?” A little smile appeared on his handsome face once he noticed your worry. “Did- did they hurt you?”

“No,” he answered. “And you shall not worry about me, princess…”

You pressed your lips in a thin line before murmuring - a bit embarrassed, “you know I'll always worry about you.”

Harwin paused to take a look at you; his heart beating fast with the mere sight of you, feeling like a green boy whenever you were around, staring up at him with those pretty, sparkling eyes of yours. So beautiful, so precious. It was no secret between you two that your feelings had flourished like roses in Spring. Yet, even when the deep affections were obviously mutual, both of you were scared to act on it. It was forbidden, and - somehow - that made it even more tempting for both. How scandalous, King Viserys daughter has the Hand’s son as a paramour.

“Mayhaps your royal highness should go back to sleep,” Harwin suggested. “On the morrow all this would be just a faint memory.”

“I don't think I will be able to do it,” you told him, taking a step back and wiping your tears away. “I lost all my sleep with what I've just seen…it was awful, terrible…”

Harwin approached you again as he noticed your despair - your voice breaking in the middle of your words and your eyes glistening once again by a layer of new tears. He cupped your face, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks.

“It's okay, my sweet angel,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours - you closed your eyes. His closeness made your heart beat faster, and the syrupy way the name that came out of his plump lips almost caused you to sigh. “Come here, let's sit down for a second, alright?” Harwin motioned.

Obediently, you grabbed his hand as he guided you through your room, finding a comfortable spot in the large settee right in the middle of your chambers. Once Harwin turned around, he finally noticed what you were wearing; a thin see through nightgown. His eyebrows twitched and mouth went dry. He knew that the right thing was to look away, give the privacy you needed - yet he couldn't manage to take his eyes off of you, his lovely princess. He followed a path from your face, going downwards towards your neck and collarbones - he even imagined how they would look with small marks from his lips printed on them. He continued shamelessly eyeing you, finding your breasts; he felt his throat getting dry once he noticed your pebbled nipples peeking through the white fabric of your nightgown. His mouth watered, resisting the urge to think how they would feel against his tongue. Unexpectedly, he felt his pants getting tighter.

That's when he knew that enough was enough. You were a princess; his princess. You deserve the utmost respect. He couldn't allow himself to think of you in that way, especially on a night like this one.

Harwin cleared his throat, sitting down on the couch and tapping the empty spot by his side - once again, you obeyed. Your body curled by his side, clinging into his armor, laying your head on his chest as his arm went around your shoulder to keep you close. You squirmed a bit, trying to make sense of the feeling between your legs - the one that grew more intense once you noticed the desire on his eyes.

“Close your eyes, try to rest. I'll be here when you wake up,” he promised.

You nodded, making yourself comfortable and doing what he told you to do - and you really tried, yet it seemed impossible for you to take that horrid image off your mind. Your whole body would tremble with the thought of being murdered in the same way. Each time you would close your eyes, that was all you could see. It was torturous, a bone chilling fear that didn't let you rest.

That scarlet blood seeping down white cloth played over and over again in your racing mind.

Before you noticed, you were sobbing again. Harwin, chivalrous as always, grabbed your quivering body and placed you on his lap, rocking your body from side to side as a desperate attempt to try and calm you down. It wounded him to see you like this, so scared and defenseless - he even wondered what he could do to make your anguish go away.

“He saw me… he'll come and try to- to kill me!” you whined - your lower lip shaking uncontrollably. “I cannot- I cannot stop thinking about it all.”

Growing up as a princess left you inside a bubble. Behind the thick walls of the castle you never had to watch or see something as such - the evilness of people. Harwin has always told you that you had a pure heart and soul, always oblivious to the wrongdoings of the people. You never knew how cruel people truly were, and now that you saw it you couldn't stop thinking about it.

“Nothing will happen to you, not if I'm here,” Harwin softly whispered. “I will always protect you, my precious angel.”

But then he thought of his words again; he might protect you from the enemies, from the dangers of the world, but how was he supposed to protect you from the torment that was caused by your own mind? How could he possibly make you forget about it?

He knew the answer, but he knew it was wrong. Terribly wrong.

“Come here.” Harwin invited you to sit on his lap. In any other occasion you would doubt a bit before assenting to do it, but in that moment all you wanted was to feel safe, to feel him against you as he got rid of all your fears with his mere presence - you couldn't resist.

His hands grabbed your hips as he lifted you up and motioned you until you were sitting on top of him - your arms around his broad body as you laid on his shoulder. His hands went to your head, his fingertips softly caressing your scalp while he soothed you again.

For him, it was quite hard to ignore the fact that the only thing in the middle of your nudity was a thin piece of fabric that did nothing to hide your body. He could see it, but you could feel it. At first you just sighed - the coldness of the metal covering his thigh would touch the heat between your legs, which was growing more intense with every passing second. You shivered, holding back a gasp when you accidentally moved your hips.

Out of the sudden, a thunderous sound similar to the one that woke you up was heard again. Your body jumped due to the shock, and your eyes widened with terror.

“Harwin…” you mumbled his name, almost as if you were begging him to make it stop, even when you knew he couldn't do anything more than stay by your side.

“Look at me, Princess,” he replied, his voice becoming slightly raspy as his big hands went to your hips. You felt how he started to pull your nightgown upwards - he had given up his hesitation to do this, defiling the pure little angel. How your doe-eyes and small body contrasted against his large frame, Strong was ensnared. The knight no longer fought against the carnal urges. He needed to take your mind elsewhere, and this was the only way he could think of. You tried to look down as he kept pulling the only layer of clothes that would cover your body - the only thing that separated your warmth from the coldness of the metal on his thigh, and he grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. “Don't look away from me, angel…”

You obeyed, slightly parting your lips as the fabric brushed against your flesh, and once your cunt was laying naked on top of his leg, you felt a shiver running down your spine. Harwin’s honeyed gaze did not tear from your face at any moment, reluctant to see your most vulnerable places. He felt unworthy of it. He wasn't going to see you, he wasn't going to touch your vulnerable petals - he was just going to let you use him as you please.

“Ser Harwin…” you repeated his name in a gasp as his hands moved your hips on top of him. Gentle movements at first, just to see how you would react; that's when you moaned, feeling metal rubbing directly against your clit. It felt odd, but extremely good.

“Don't stress your mind any further,” he whispered, almost feeling breathless. “Forget about everything, just focus on what you feel…”

With your eyes closed, you placed your hands on his shoulder in order to find some stability when he slightly quickened the pace. The whimper that left your lips would be carved in Harwin’s mind forever, haunting his nights and increasing his need for you. You were there, in front of him looking so angelic, yet so sinful - he was tightening his grip on your hips, digging his fingertips on your flesh as a desperate attempt to hold back; the urge to rip that nightgown was almost unbearable. He needed to touch you, even when it was awfully wrong to do so.

One of his hands left your hip, moving upwards until it cupped your face. Your cheeks were burning beneath his touch, too flustered and shy to hold his haze for too long. You weren't stupid, you knew what was going on and you knew what it meant, yet it was hard for you to care when it felt this good.

Involuntarily, you started to move your hips on your own, growing needy and aching to feel more of him. You longed for his hands on your skin, touching every inch of you until his scent was spread all over your body - yet, he denied you of that, too scared of not being able to stop if he got to fondle your curves.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice so deep and husky, almost making you purr like a kitten between his arms.

“S’good…” you whined in response, mouth agape and letting gasps fall from your lips.

Harwin shifted his position, trying to find some comfortable posture that would make him forget about the ache inside his breeches. He laid back on the settee, spreading his legs and letting you place your hands on his chest. You soon started to move your hips again, moaning his name.

“Fucking hell…” he groaned, now getting a full view of your body. “Go on, ride my thigh…” Those words slipped his lips before he was able to stop them. He felt ashamed, but you loved to hear them, driving your pace harder in reaction.

Your eyes opened and you found Harwin looking up at you as you used him for your own pleasure. He sat there, your weeping cunt coating his armor with your slick as you rubbed yourself on him; you quickly noticed how hard it was for him not to look down - not to look at the sinful view of your swollen bud brushing against him. Instead, his eyes remained on your face, lost in your glossy eyes and swollen lips. He was bewitched with the way your face would express the pleasure you were feeling; Blessed may be the gods for giving him the opportunity to see you like that.

His thumb moved closer to your lips, and you were quick to trap it inside your mouth, sucking and nibbling at it while your movements became more intense. Harwin couldn't resist, and he moaned once he felt your tongue swirling around his digit, imagining how that very same tongue would feel on his cock.

“This feels better than your pillow, doesn't it?” He suddenly groaned. On any other occasion, he would be too ashamed to mention that - the fact that he has heard you pleasuring yourself, yet he couldn't help it… the words slipped out of his mouth before he was able to hold them back. “Do you think of me when you do it?” He asked, almost begging to admit it, longing to hear you say it.

Though you were in no position to speak - too overwhelmed already, you manage to mumble a positive answer, humming as you nodded. A little smirk appeared on the knight's face, making him look even more charming than he already was. You felt your body melt in his arms.

With the motion of your body becoming more intense - faster, your nightgown slowly started to fall down your body, exposing your pebbled nipples to the hungry haze of the man beneath you. The struggle inside his mind was killing him, he wasn't supposed to touch you yet his body craved for it. His mouth watered at the sight while you kept moaning around his finger.

“Touch yourself for me, my angel,” he murmured, as if that would cease his cravings.

He removed his hand from your face, grabbing your wrist and relocating it to your breasts. You moaned at your own touch as you pulled your nipples and played with your own flesh. You leaned forward then, pressing your forehead against his, open-mouthed as you gasped when he grabbed your hips to control your movements once again. Harwin closed his eyes, groaning when you whined and mewled.

You sounded so beautiful.

“Come on, my princess,” he breathlessly said. His lips were merely a few inches away from yours. He fought the urge to devour your swollen lips. “Fucking hell… my angel, keep rubbing your sweet pussy against me. It feels so good, doesn't it? Bet you can’t think of anything else…”

“Harwin, I- I feel…”

“Sh… just let go. Fuck yourself on me, use me as you please. Let me help you empty that pretty head of yours.”

Harwin gave one last look at your trembling body before he started to bounce his leg, thick thigh adding more stimulation that almost made you scream. It was too much - the possessive grip around your hips was making it hard for you to think about anything else. You fantasized about him, about his hands, about his mouth… you longed for his touch, to feel huge calloused hands on your silken skin. You wondered how it would feel to have him inside of you, to let him defile your body. You wanted it so bad.

The thoughts soon started to push you over the edge. The metal covering Harwin’s thigh was soaked with your slick, it was slippery enough to fasten your movements until you couldn't hold it any longer. Your body weight fell forward, your hips twitching as your release oozed out of your weeping cunt, his name falling from your lips like a chant - as a way to thank him. Harwin felt his cock aching underneath his trousers, painfully hard, too damn close to coming undone.

“So good, my beautiful princess…” he whispered as he caressed your hair. His touch burning against now sensitive skin. “Bet you're not thinking about that bad man anymore, are you?”

You could only whine in response. Tired, overstimulated, and sleepy.

“Let's get you to bed now, shall we?”

Harwin grabbed your waist, lifting you up effortlessly as you leaned on his shoulders. Ever the gentleman, he fixed your gown and covered your nudity as he took you to the bed. He placed you delicately over the soft mattress and you hummed when he wrapped your trembling body on the silk sheets.

He leaned back then, but you grabbed his hand before he could go further away. “Please, don't,” you mumbled, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Stay with me… Lay here.”

“My princess-”

“Please.”

And he couldn't say no.

You heard how he started to get rid of his armor, slowly detaching the pieces of metal from his body until there were just thin layers of clothes covering his body. He cautiously laid behind you - not wanting you to feel the hardness under his trousers, yet you grabbed his hand and forced him to wrap his limbs around your body, feeling the need to have him as close as possible.

Silence fell on the room, just hearing his calm breathing as he closed his eyes and smelled the sweet perfume lingering in your hair. But then, you spoke again.

“Ser Harwin?” you uttered his name so delicately it almost felt like a caress.

“Yes?”

There was a small pause, a moment of doubt. You continued regardless.

“I… I think I might be in love with you.”

Harwin's heart skipped a beat on his chest, and a smile appeared on his face. He felt a joy that he had never felt before.

“Princess?” Now it was him calling your name.

“Yes, sir?”

“I am in love with you.”

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bellshazes · 11 months

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dreaming up a syllabus for an imaginary course on metanarratives about gameplay, which i think would go something like:

unit 1: who do you think you are i am - auto-documentary & games

Vlogs and the Hyperreal, Folding Ideas

The Slow Death of Let's Play Videos, Meraki (to ~10:00)

World Record Progression: Mike Tyson, Summoning Salt

ROBLOX_OOF.mp3, hbomberguy

Life as a Bokoblin: A Zelda Nature Documentary, Monster Maze

optional: Braindump on the History of Let's Plays, slowbeef

unit 2: what like it's hard? - intro to challenge narratives

Chapter 26: Games as Narrative Play: Two Structures for Narrative Play, Rules of Play

A different kind of challenge run: Minimalist 100% (BOTW), Wolf Link

Surviving 100 Days on Just Dirt, Mogswamp

Can You Beat DARK SOULS III with Only Firebombs, the Backlogs

Is it Possible to Beat Super Mario 3D World while permanently crouching?, Ceave Gaming

The Pacifist Challenge - Beating Hollow Knight Without Collecting Soul [CHALLENGE] - Sample

optional: How to 100% Snowpeak Ruins in under 15 minutes, bewildebeest

unit 3: nelly you don't understand, i AM the narrative - form and function

The Future of Writing about Games, Jacob Geller

Can You Beat GRIME Without Weapons?, the Backlogs

Mushroom Kingdom Championships, Ceave Gaming

My Life as a Barber in Hitman 2, MinMax (Leo Vader)

MyHouse.WAD - Inside Doom's Most Terrifying Mod, PowerPak

optional: Mega Microvideos, Matthewmatosis

the theme and structure is mostly intended to introduce at least one critical or historically contextual work followed by examples of the type of narrative in question.

in unit 1, this is the idea of "How do people talk about their own experiences in the context of YouTube and playing video games?" across three rather different kinds of documentaries. unit 2 is intended to take that lens of who is telling what tale and dial in on challenge running, where i first noticed the way some videos turn the story of overcoming a challenge into its own narrative that is distinct from but related to the narrative events of the game itself. unit 3 circles back to the bigger picture with a variety of examples that, to me, are maximally metanarrative, the emergent story of the player-narrator now functionally replacing the game's embedded narrative.

bonus unit: broken narratives

Glitch & the Grotesque at the MLA, Sylvia Korman

Watching time loop movies to escape my time loop, Leo Vader

The Stanley Parable, Dark Souls, and Intended Play, Folding Ideas

Breaking Madden, Jon Bois

The TRUTH about the Pizzaplex in FNAF: Security Breach, AstralSpiff

this one is highly underdeveloped, but i'd love to work out something more robust building on randomizer challenges that produce intentionally bizarre, semi-ironic "lore," and bois-esque endeavors to break games so hard the story itself crumbles. but that's really out of scope so i'm just including the links to things i couldn't bear to get rid of. more rambling abt the challenge runs I chose under the cut.

Challenge runs represent one of the most obvious places to start, due to being extremely plentiful and having a hook that makes a "here's how I did X thing in Y video game" format almost unavoidable. Minimalist 100% is an underrated and sweet straightforward example that I mostly include as a baseline for reporting-out style narrative; here are the facts, here's what happened, this is the thing that it is. Mogswamp's 100 Days on Just Dirt is similar in style, but the physical measuring of days is a delightful and, more importantly, external narrative device.

Now oriented, we get a taste of Ceave Gaming's narrative approach to Mario challenges with the no-crouching run, and while we still aren't at the degree of player-characters being constructed for the narrative's sake, the spirited belief in crouching sets the stage for other rhetoric in more extreme cases we'll see later.

The Backlogs' entire body of work qualifies here, but GRIME is the strongest inspiration for putting this list together. I include the DS3 firebombs run because what was initially a factual description of how his wife's use of firebombs inspired him to play differently in the original DS1 firebombs run has developed into full-blown multi-game narrative arc with the Firebomb Goddess (his wife, who also voices the character) compelling his in-game character to achieve his destined quest. Grime takes that even further,

In-Game Documentaries

I include Life as a Bokoblin mostly as a contrast to My Life as a Barber - there is a level of fictionalization and roleplay involved in the Zelda in-game documentary that highlights exactly what I want to single out when I am talking about metanarrative, the story about a story.

#peter posts #mc meta #<- close enough #also i will add some context for the rest of the docus too since the summoning salt is on here for a VERY SPECIFIC REASON

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the-scythes-pen · 3 months

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Duality (Wriothesley x Reader)

A commission for a dear friend of mine with the prompt "gentleman in the streets, feral in the sheets" ♥

Warnings: fem!reader, pet names: baby girl, good girl, etc., filthy filthy smut ending with tooth-rotting fluff, I kinda went feral myself while writing this

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Wriothesley kisses the back of your hand like he worships you. Cups your cheek so gently and reverently, as if you were his queen and he, your king.

The way his eyes beheld yours made your heart flutter; the gentleness in his gaze and the smile on his lips spoke of his love for you- even as he whispered the words “I love you”, it was his expression and the way he held you while he said it that really made sure you understood he meant every word.

Truly, he was the perfect gentleman. It wasn’t uncommon for someone’s grandma or grandpa to see the two of you and remember their youth, when they were with the love of their life, and could recall that the way Wriothesley looked at you was exactly how they looked upon their own partner once upon a time.

The question of when the two of you would get married was asked often; the old folk who would stop to comment on your fondness for eachother always wondering why it hasn’t happened yet. Of course, Wriothesley would laugh it off, immediately speaking to smoothly change the subject to draw attention away from how bright your face had gotten.

Yes- everywhere you went, it looked like Wriothesley was the gentlest giant; so loving and sweet with you; your knight in shining armor.

Oh, if they could only see how you looked beneath Wriothesley’s large form.

The way your face scrunched up with tension and pleasure; the mewls you’d let out as his strong hips thrust into your own.

The way Wriothesley looked at you now was nothing short of animalistic. Of ownership.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You nod furiously as he continues to berate your poor pussy, feeling his breath fan over his cheek as his arms wrap around you gently.

“Then cum, sweetheart. Cum hard on my cock.”

Those dirty words send lightning to your pussy, and soon you were convulsing on his dick as he continued to rut into you; cooing about how much of a dirty slut you are for him.

Sharp teeth would nearly pierce your flesh as the wolf growled into your neck; groaning so deeply as your tight walls clamped down hard around his member. Every movement made the bed creak; every moment you could hear the wet slaps of his body slamming so deep into you, tip spearing your cervix with every thrust.

“Gods, I…” Wriothesley’s voice was husky, breathy. “I love you so much…”

His cock twitched as he could feel his balls tighten. Every moan you had spilled for him hit him in that moment; every delicious whimper and plea you made had built him up to this- this desperate, feral beast above you.

“‘M gonna breed you, love… Would you like that? Would you like me to breed you?”

“Wrio- please-”

The grip he had on your hips left angry red marks on your skin; a reminder of just how much love and passion poured into his every movement.

Yes, Wriothesley fucked you like an animal. But he also fucked you like he loved you.

Every inch of his thick cock dragged against your slick walls; precum spilling from his tip as he pushed it deeper into your pussy with harsh and brutal thrusts. He smashed his lips against yours, feeling how his cock throbbed heavily within you, and he thought about how heavenly this was- like he wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… just like that…”

He breathes against your lips, voice deep and rumbling as his sweat-coated forehead presses against your own.

“Need to cum, baby- ‘M gonna cum for you, ‘kay? Gonna fill my babygirl up…”

The beast threw back his head with a guttural groan; his cock and balls twitching with release.

“P-please-!” Your desperate cry for his seed pushed his orgasm into overdrive; and suddenly every pump was spilling semen deep into your guts; pushing it farther and farther inside you with the voracity of a feral animal. He growled deeply as he filled you, hands gripping your hips so tightly that if you were lucid enough, you would be sure his hands would leave marks.

Your pussy clamped down repeatedly on his girth, milking it for every drop of essence he could spill. He lets out another low groan as he feels you tighten, your cunt made for his cock as his hips sputtered with their movements.

Oh, but he wasn’t done- not until you came too. Wriothesley was never one to leave the love of his life unsatisfied.

He grips your hips and lifts up your lower half, ensuring he can hit that spot deep inside you that made you arch your back and moan so deliciously for him- and once you were in that position, he moved one of his large hands to dexterously rub harsh, furious circles into your clit.

“Wrio-!”

You gasped sharply as your pleasure felt like it was about to burst, like you were about to burst. Wriothesley groaned again as he felt your walls flutter, and saw your face scrunch up in ecstasy.

“That's it, baby… that's it. Cum for me, cum for me, pretty girl…”

Despite his heaving chest and the way his cock ached with overstimulation, he was determined to feel you orgasm, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts once more; slamming his dick deep into you with desperation.

“I-I’m gonna- ngh-!”

You arched your back, pretty tits on display for him as he fucked you; clit swollen and pulsating with the furious beat of your heart. All while Wriothelsey coo’d at you, his voice husky and breathy as he told you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how hot it was to watch you cum on his cock.

And soon enough, the tension inside you snapped, and a gush of fluids drowned the wolf’s dick in your release as you came. The sound of wet slapping echoed through the room as he continued to pound into you, fucking you thoroughly through your orgasm.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-!”

And suddenly, it was all too much for your lover as well- his cock twitching violently within your tightness as he came again, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he continued to pump himself into you; his dick just barely spurting leftover cum into your guts.

All too soon, it was over- the both of you panting so, so heavily as you came down from your highs. The once noisy room was reduced to just the sounds of heavy breathing; the feeling of his sweat-slicked body pressed against your own as his arms slid around you, holding you tight against him.

“Gods- you feel so fucking good… You’re amazing…”

His lips press a sloppy kiss to your skin, and you whimper in satisfaction at the sensation. He continues to place kisses upon you, his heart swelling behind his firm, broad chest as he litters marks of love across your flesh.

“I swear… It was like you were made for me.” He groans. “I love you so much…”

His lips brush the corner of your own, and you’re quick to turn your head slightly to capture him in a loving, yet lazy kiss. It’s sweet, intimate, and you can taste the saltiness of sweat, but it doesn’t matter- nothing else matters other then the way Wriothesley holds you, the way he cherishes you and loves you unconditionally.

When the kiss breaks, he buries his face in your neck again, breathing in your scent as he holds you.

“Wanna do this every day for the rest of my life…” He murmurs. “...wanna fuck you and love you every single day…”

You can’t help the way your heart flutters beneath your breast; the way his husky voice sounds so loving and sincere- you know that in this fucked out state that he means every word he says.That the way he holds you is like the way a lover would hold their soulmate.

“...Marry me.”

He murmurs into your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck.

“Let me make you the happiest woman on earth.”

“Wrio…”

Your eyelids are wide open at his words, despite how exhausted you feel; and your lover pulls away from you just enough to look down at you, and you see the sincerity in his expression.

“I’m serious.”

He takes your hands off of his neck, pinning your wrists on either side of your head to the mattress.

“Let me love you for the rest of our lives. I want to see you walk down that aisle- I want to treasure you and treat you the way you deserve.”

It’s unusually silent in the room after this, as your brain scrambles to process his words… scrambles to respond to him.

“Yes.”

Without a second thought, the word tumbles from your lips. And just like that, his lips come crashing down onto yours for a passionate, heated kiss.

Because, despite how this man fucked you like a feral beast- whether it was in the sheets or in a tucked-away alleyway, he was always a gentleman to you. Always loved you with his entire being. He always valued your words, your feelings, your love… and he was sure he would cherish you for the rest of your lives.

With your hand in his, you tamed the wolf. The savage beast of the Fortress of Meropide. The man who was undisputed in all of the underworld bent a knee only to the one he loved with all his heart.

The kiss was broken with a soft gasp, the two of you breathing heavily once more from the intensity of your love. His touch was gentle as he brushed hair from your sweat-coated forehead, and his smile was even sweeter.

“My world, my love… my everything.”

He speaks softly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his steely eyes close in bliss, savouring your warmth and touch.

Wriothesley, the Wolf of Meropide, was a lovesick fool for you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Kofi

#reader insert #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #genshin impact

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