Re: F!Hawke/Fenris, Leather and Silver, Slave & Master role play (6)
anonymous
May 10 2011, 01:57:00 UTC
She struggles, because she does not want it to be easy. She struggles because he would and because she wants to and because the way his arms trap her against him so effortlessly, holding her still as though it is a simple thing, makes her burn with desire. She itches to shed these robes, to feel his hands on her bare skin, to rub herself against him like a cat, but she is at his leisure.
He waits until she wears herself out, panting against his hand and sagging slightly, until she is disheveled and her robes are rumpled and her pale skin glistens faintly with sweat. He laughs at her and buries his face against her hair, breathing her in and gratified when she flinches. His tongue flickers out to taste her, dragging over the curve of her cheek, and she whimpers. It is a small sound, low in her throat, the first she has made that is not a growl of frustration or grunt of effort. He can feel himself stirring, the tightness of his breeches faintly uncomfortable. She can feel it too, and she goes still, motionless but not quiet
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Re: F!Hawke/Fenris, Leather and Silver, Slave & Master role play (13)
anonymous
June 7 2012, 05:37:56 UTC
Seriously, if you don't write for money, you should. Excellent narrative voiceand the characters were perfect... Fenris' voice was practically built for this and it is just delicious... Best I have read in a long time, and that includes my day job as an editor.
Re: F!Hawke/Fenris, Leather and Silver, Slave & Master role play (13)
anonymous
April 7 2013, 22:36:41 UTC
anon, this is AMAZING. guh. SO SO HOT, and i adore that you also kept it in character. loves me some fenris and loves me some bdsm but i'm always concerned about how to combine them given his past. you did a really nice job addressing that. (and hotness. holy hell hotness!)
He waits until she wears herself out, panting against his hand and sagging slightly, until she is disheveled and her robes are rumpled and her pale skin glistens faintly with sweat. He laughs at her and buries his face against her hair, breathing her in and gratified when she flinches. His tongue flickers out to taste her, dragging over the curve of her cheek, and she whimpers. It is a small sound, low in her throat, the first she has made that is not a growl of frustration or grunt of effort. He can feel himself stirring, the tightness of his breeches faintly uncomfortable. She can feel it too, and she goes still, motionless but not quiet ( ... )
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Gods, I love that line.
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Keep smutting, write anon!
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This is some amazing stuff right here. I will forever recommend it to my fellow anons, and it shall forever be read with much enjoyment.
Thank you!
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yup. x_x
Hothothothothothot.
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Lol'd so hard. WHAT A DICK THING TO SAY. I LOVE IT.
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