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halsinsheart · 5 months

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a/n: welcome to kinkmas day 1 aka me delving back into writing.

summary: halsin & reader get distracted while mushroom foraging.

tags: NSFW MDNI, size difference, gn!reader, pet names (love, little one, songbird)

wc: ~1.8k

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“Woah, look at that one there!” You pointed to a unique shape poking out from the rotting wood of a felled birch, garnering the attention of your large companion who chuckled softly at your childlike fascination.

“Some Purple Jellydisc; inedible but interesting to look at nonetheless.” Halsin crouched down next to you, his expression equally as captivated by the fungi as yours was.

Food rations in the camp were stable at the moment, but considering how your party seemed to grow and with inclement weather looming on the horizon, you coaxed Halsin into foraging with you. However, coaxing might have been an overstatement because the druid all but jumped up from his spot where he was whittling in favor of joining you on your excursion. You were a decent distance into the forest now with a basket on your arm that was slow to fill, but in your defense, you were understandably distracted.

Halsin stood sturdy against the incoming storm’s wind, a pleasant buffer between you and the elements. It was also the most opportune moment for you to admire just how broad he was while your mind wandered with thoughts of him. The irony of the man built like a tree worshipping the Oak Father wasn’t lost on you, although you wondered exactly what type of oak he would be. Perhaps a Southen Live, with its wide expanse and evergreen foliage? Or maybe the Bur with its massive heights and impressive longevity?

“Ah, here we are- Lion’s Mane! Edible and full of flavor.” Halsin’s deep voice shook you from your rambling thoughts and as you took in the mushroom he was slicing, it was your turn to laugh.

“They really know how to appropriately name these guys. Shame that Turkey Tail isn't edible, it’d be funny to serve it with actual turkey. Hey, wait, there’s Old-Man-of-the-Woods!” You scrambled over one of the broken trunks in front of you to squat down in front of the fungi and cut the fruiting body off before placing it into the basket with the others.

“I’ve been here the entire time, little one, ripe for your harvesting.” The joke was delivered with his usual charming smile as he held his arms out in a gesturing manner towards himself.

Thoughts faltered within your head for a moment as you processed his words and tried to grapple for a response that didn’t make you sound like an immature teenager. “Ripe for my harvesting, yeah? If we don’t find too many more edible things I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“Of course, I'd hate to see you starve. By all means, consume me, little songbird.” His voice lowered at the same time he leaned in closer while his stance widened and his chest puffed outwards, only making him appear larger.

Swallowing the air stuck in your throat, you braced yourself on the tree behind you and looked up into the hazel irises of the druid. The pet name nearly made you whimper as he loomed over you, but his words gave you confidence. You would consume him wholly and entirely. Lips met in a fevered kiss and your hands cupped his face gently while his own covered a wide expanse over your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. Again and again, you kissed until you were gasping for air, leaning your head back to obtain some oxygen, yet Halsin persisted with kisses along your exposed neck.

“Breathtaking.” He whispered against your skin while his hands massaged your ass before he plucked you off the ground.

A surprised squeal of excitement left you as you clamored to hold onto him while you were lifted several feet off the ground. Finally, at eye level, you took advantage and kissed him again, reveling in the decadent noise that left his lips when your hands tugged at his hair. After a couple more tugs, his hair fell from its half-bun to frame his face and tickle at your cheeks. Your legs wrapped around his thick torso, though you didn’t have a chance of crossing your ankles around his back, your legs simply too short and his body far too wide.

Traveling your hands down his neck to his torso, you pulled at his tunic until the front laces came loose. Halsin shuffled you around in his arms like a mere burlap sack so he could shrug his shirt off, while you were left to ogle at his combined balance and strength until he brought you back to him. His warm chest was now bared to you and his hands made quick work of your shirt, being mindful not to tear it while he discarded it. When your bare skin met, it felt like a jolt of electricity coursed through you and ultimately ended as a pulse to your core.

“Please,” your voice wavered as you pleaded with him, tugging at his hair to no avail in an attempt to remove him from the sensitive part of your neck, only earning a breathy chuckle before he responded.

“Please what, my love? Share with me your fantasies and I’ll make them a reality,” his breath fanned across your neck as he relished in your scent, hands caressing up and down your back while his eyes closed.

A desperate whine left you when you realized he was making you voice your desires out loud, still, you were desperate enough to obey the demand, “Please, touch me more. I want all of you.”

“I’d love nothing more,” his last words were nearly a growl, reverberating down through your bones and back.

In one swift motion, you were laid in a soft patch of white clover that embraced you as gently as the druid hovering over you did. Your limbs splayed out as they welcomed the caresses from both plant and druid, the latter of which ever so slowly slid your bottoms off until they were discarded to the side. Halsin sat back on his haunches, fingertips still ghosting your skin while he simply admired the view of you splayed out just for him.

A shiver ran down your spine at the teasing sensation and you parted your legs in a silent beckon for him. Never one to ignore the call of nature’s desires, especially ones that concern your desires, Halsin obeyed. His movements were skilled and experienced, much more than that, he listened. Every movement, every noise, and every twitch you gave told him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and what you needed from him.

So much so, that it didn’t take long for you to be drowned in ecstasy not just once or twice, but until your body movements were beyond your control and any attempt you made to quiet your noises was futile. Only by the grace of the gods were you finally able to beg for him to stop, and even then he took you over the edge one more time.

“You always taste divine, I can’t quite help myself,” he chuckled under his breath as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “but now you’re more than ready for me, little one. And I intend to give you all of me.”

“Ha, I’d expect nothing less,” you responded breathlessly, still recovering from the praise his mouth and fingers gave you, trying to ignore the way he used your words from earlier against you now.

Sweet kisses were peppered across your face as Halsin slowly slid inside of you, making sure to pause every time one of your small hands squeezed at his bicep. Your mind melted as he pushed deeper inside of you, each additional inch making your eyes roll back. The stretch burned yet the way his heavy hands massaged your hips emboldened you to take more.

Once his tip reached the deepest part of you, he pulled away from leaning over you to down at where you were joined and back up at you, “Well, not quite all of me, though I’m sure we can improve that.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you mumbled while your face heated with embarrassment at his words and your lower half relaxed in anticipation of what was to come.

“Fair enough. So long as you sing for me, my love,” his lips pressed kisses into your hands before holding them to his heart and leaning down once more to shield your smaller form from the rest of the world, his forearms resting in the clovers next to your head.

Nodding, you both agreed to his request and gave him the okay to start moving. He kissed you one more time before giving a testing thrust, after seeing you adjusted to that alright, he slowly picked up a rhythm as smooth as the flowing river. You weren’t new to this, weren’t new to him, you knew what to expect. And yet, when he put his efforts into chasing your high, you found yourself gasping and hands flying to hold onto his shoulders for stability.

The sounds of the daily nature activities didn’t stand a chance at drowning out the noises that resulted from your coupling. You only hoped you were far enough away from camp to avoid the walk of shame, though shame was far from any emotion you had over this. The number of times your pleasure crested was impossible to count while in your current mind state, with some ebbing right into another high.

Halsin was familiar with your body inside and out, and he could see the focus leaving your eyes as your mind went white from the overload of pleasure. His words of praise and sweet promises kept you grounded long enough for you both to worship and relish in the other’s body for one last, deliciously sweet high.

Heavy breaths mingled as your foreheads rested against each other and Halsin’s movements ceased except for the adoring caress of his hands that rubbed back and forth over your thighs. As your lucid thoughts returned to you, a smile spread across your face and your own hands reached out to brush a piece of hair from his eyes.

Decadent bliss filled the small clearing that you shared as pure unfiltered adoration radiated off of one of you flowing into the other and returned tenfold. Within this solace, where the forest surrounded you and hid your tryst away from the rest of the world, you longed for an eternity more of sharing your life with the large druid, whatever may come.

Whatever may come. Including the vampire elf’s near-tantrum when you returned to camp after many hours with less than adequate storage provisions.

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halsinsheart · 5 months

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a/n: i got carried away. probably ooc, definitely not logical, absolutely kinky. Act 2 but no spoilers. reposting bc tumblr refused to show it in the tags, cowards.

summary: Dammon tests just how deep reader's devotion is.

tags: NSFW MDNI; DARK CONTENT, gn!reader, branding/physical scarring, light CNC, pain/wounds, exhibitionism, light d/s, petnames (love, sweet little lamb)

wc: 2.2k

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The sight of the silver-haired blacksmith slaving away in his shop never failed to captivate you. Dammon was a hard worker and you admired him for that; he worked tirelessly for those seeking refuge at Last Light Inn, knowing he'd receive little in return. Apart from the respect you had for his work ethic, you also harbored deeper feelings that fell somewhere between the categories of love and lust.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when you started to fall for him, you just knew that those feelings were present now and they wouldn’t go away how much you willed them to. It didn't matter anyways, you had much more pressing matters to deal with given the creature in your head, and you took solace in the fact that Dammon wouldn't return the feelings. Besides, you had several camp members express interest in you, and with them, you would at least be traveling together.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of the opportunity to chat with Dammon while you still had the chance…

“What can I do for you?” His smile greeted you as he put his hammer down and turned to face where you stood.

“Oh, uhm, I wanted to see what you had for trade today. I'm… looking for a gift for someone,” it wasn't the first time you bullshit your way through a conversation, though at least this time it was for the innocent reason of talking with him longer.

“A gift, yeah? Does the chosen one have a special love?” He teased lightly and his smile shifted into a smirk.

“You might say that. Do you have anything that might impress someone?” you rocked back and forth on your feet as you inquired further, “What's something you would want to receive? Uh, just to give me some ideas, of course!”

Dammon leaned away from his workbench and raised an eyebrow at the way you fidgeted nervously in front of him. “The things I'd like to receive are much more binding than any material item. But perhaps I have similar things to what you're looking for in the cellar.”

Without giving you a chance to ask any more questions about what he meant, Dammon turned and started towards an inconspicuous hatch. You weren't aware there was a cellar beneath the stables area, but it's not as if you could snoop around everywhere. The entrance was rather obscured, but Dammon opened it with ease, gesturing for you to descend the staircase. The trust you put in him was tested at the moment, yet you were unable to refuse, out of both curiosity and adoration for the man ushering you into the dim light.

The hatch slammed heavily behind him and you didn't think anything more of it as you walked down into the room. Looking around, confusion filled you and heat scorched your cheeks as your heart quickened. This wasn't a storage shelter for his trade items. These items were of a much more scandalous nature, shocked was an understatement, but it wasn’t an unwelcome revelation that he had some sort of sex dungeon at his disposal.

“Pray tell, how dedicated are you to this special love?”

You gasped when he spoke right behind you, causing you to spin around and face him. He was closer than you expected and you stepped back before his hands wrapped around your forearms. The pressure was gentle but prevented you from going far and avoiding his question. Swallowing the lump that was in your throat, the intense eye contact he was giving made you aware he wasn't asking about the faux love interest you were shopping for.

“Wholly,” the word was spoken breathlessly before you steeled your nerves and returned his gaze, “I'm wholly dedicated to them.”

“And would you do anything for them?”

“Anything.”

His pupils dilated at your answer, the sight taking your breath away as his hands slid up your arms before cupping each cheek. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Anything,” you answered him again and put your hands over his, turning your head to one side to kiss his palm, “I would do anything for you. Just ask it of me.”

“Pick one. Then rejoin me upstairs,” he nodded towards the back wall and his hands fell to find yours, kissing the knuckles on each hand.

After you shook your head in acknowledgment, he returned to the surface and left you alone with whatever exactly the items on the back wall were. You mulled over the events of the past five minutes, scoffing at the thought that so much emotional development happened so quickly when you had been agonizing over such a thing for… well since you arrived. Not that you were complaining, for you told the truth when you said you would do anything for him and let him do anything to you.

This was a good mindset to have because, as you examined the items on the back wall all fashioned into different shapes or letters, you realized you were looking at branding irons. Your blood ran cold as his request fully took hold of you. Perhaps because it was unexpected from the sweet blacksmith. Or perhaps more because you were appalled at how okay you were with the idea, how the thought of Dammon marking you made your thighs press tighter together.

The shapes sat in front of you and you took each one of them in, feeling for one that called to you like the man awaiting above called to you with each waking moment of your existence. Your fingers traced over the cool metal of a few of them until you paused on one and picked it from the shelf. Making your way back up to the workshop, your heart tightened when Dammon’s expression brightened at the sight of you with an iron in your hands.

“This one. I want you to mark me with this one,” you stated plainly as you took the branding iron with the letter “D” fashioned on the end and held it out for him to take.

Callused hands gently plucked the metal from your hands and twirled it around as you watched him do plenty of times before. Though this time, you would be the victim. His oh-so-willing victim, who nearly begged him for it with their sweet doe eyes. A final twirl and then the shaped end was nested into the ember red coals, allowing Dammon to turn his attention to you.

“A fine choice,” he barely contained his pleasure at your pick of brand shape, and the simple praise inflated your confidence, “now everyone will properly know you belong to me.”

Guiding you into a simple chair, he sat you in front of where the iron was heating up, allowing you to watch as your fate was being prepared for you. It was a simple test in his eyes. Not to give him satisfaction, but to allow you the time to contemplate what was to come, and to bow out if needed.

“It’s going to hurt,” he stated plainly, not sugarcoating the obvious.

Your eyes met his over your shoulder, “I know.”

“You don’t have-”

“I want you to mark me,” you repeated from earlier, this time more forceful in tone, “I want it.”

His eyebrows raised ever so slightly in mild surprise before he looked off to the side and coughed to try and steel his resolve. The last thing he needed before doing this was to be distracted by the sweet temptation you offered him, at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He stood up and moved to instead squat in front of you.

“I just wanted to be sure. I’m more than happy to follow through,” his hands slowly rubbed up and down your thighs as he looked up at you, “I want you to touch yourself while I do it until you can’t anymore. Would you do that for me? And, where do you want me on you?”

Briefly, your eyes scanned over the members of the Inn who bustled about just outside of the blacksmith’s shop, yet you nodded eagerly and echoed your promise from before, “Anything,” peeling your shirt off, you tossed it to the workbench and bared your chest to the sweltering heat of the smithery, “I want it here.”

“Consider it done, my sweet lamb,” he smiled and leaned up to kiss the area of your chest you pointed to while his hands roamed up to play with the newly exposed flesh, reveling in the way you moaned softly when his rough fingers pulled at your nipples.

A pleasured sigh left your lips as you rolled your head back and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the sensual gratification he offered you: the proverbial calm before the storm. Kisses adorned over your chest and up your neck as your hand slipped to your crotch and you slowly began to play with yourself through your pants. The anticipation of the pain soon to come only made the satisfaction heightened now. One of his hands replaced yours and his kisses finally reached your lips, the sensation better than what you had daydreamed it would be.

“Are you ready to become mine, love?”

Slowly, your eyes opened to meet his, pupils wide with lust as you nodded, “Please, take me.”

His jaw clenched at your reply and his plans shifted all at once, morals becoming skewed as he tugged you down the chair ever so slightly. He rid you of your pants, exposing you further to anyone who wished to pay attention to the innocent-looking blacksmith. Tugging his own down, he dripped his shop oil onto your entrance and over his cock before he slowly stroked it. So responsive to his touch, you shuddered feeling him stretch you delightfully.

The first thrusts were slow and testing as he cleaned the area where you wished to have his brand. His touch was full of reverence for the mere existence of you and the movement of his hips was equally praising as he was driven solely by the sweet sound of your noises. Your mind fogged with sweet bliss as you touched yourself like he asked, nearly forgetting what was to come when Dammon leaned over you. His body was surprisingly heavy, his line of work was something that required strength and bulk.

One arm braced over your upper chest, pressing into the bottom of your neck slightly while his hips never faltered and earning a sultry string of curses from you, “Oh fuck, please.”

They were the last words you uttered before the brand was pressed into your skin for the longest four seconds of your life. The action didn’t register until it was nearly done with and only when the brand was discarded to the ground did you finally let out the first garbled cry of pain. Your burnt flesh smelled revolting, stinging your nostrils as the pain radiated through your nerves and you thrashed and wailed within Dammon’s arms.

He put more force into restraining your body until you were left immobile and mentally grappling with the pain. Still, he barely slowed his thrusts down during the ordeal, if anything he ached harder watching your skin scorch. Your nerves were going into overdrive as he fucked into you rougher and admired your new mark- his mark.

“By the gods, look at you, absolutely perfect,” his tone was darker than any you’d heard him speak with before and it made you throb around him pathetically.

Noises from the common area of the camp made you acutely aware once again that you were far from hidden from anyone, but the man fucking you made it hard for you to care. And Dammon himself didn’t seem to care a shred, if anything he wanted others to see how primally and wholly he claimed you. The sight of your raised, angry skin beginning to blister over spurred him on with the promise that you would indeed scar with the mark he bestowed upon you.

“I’m-” your words broke off, voice weak from expressing your pain, but the rest of your sentence was inferred.

“Go ahead, cum for me now that you’re branded as my sweet little lamb,” he kissed you once before continuing his movements and offering one of his hands to get you off faster, nearing his own high as well, “People will see you and know you belong to me.”

His fingers ghosted around the broken and angry flesh, making your back arch and you gasped as his other hand still aided you until your pleasure finally peaked. Dammon groaned as he watched you cover him in your juices, returning the favor as he did the same to you. Your body ached, with most of the pain rightfully centered around the pulsating wound on your chest. Still, the chair did nothing to help as you tried to right yourself, leaning into the help the blacksmith offered you.

Although it throbbed with pain, the newest addition to your bodily scars also twinged with pleasure as you thought about everyone knowing the depraved things you had been up to. Let alone the thought of those who stuck around to watch…

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