Bofur's cheek prickles, needlessly bandaged. Truly, he lost naught but half his mustache, which all told is luck indeed; still, an Elven healer gripped his chin in a twig-fingered hand, smeared honey salve on the ragged stubble, and wound this long band over it, across his nose, which itches, and behind his ear.
He could undo it, Bofur thinks as he wanders the camp, a chill-breezed tent city full of distant groans. He could go back, laugh it off, sit beside Bifur to watch Bombur sleep off his bruises. But all laughter's hushed beneath the memory of the fading light in Thorin's eyes, the effortful wheezes between rumbled words as Thorin thanked Bofur for his family's service. He will not again see their King Beneath The Mountain, nor bright-haired Fili nor brave young Kili bear the crown of Durin's line, his heart lies heavy as he follows Thorin's last command. Find Bilbo.So Bofur does, tracking muffled sobs behind a deep-rooted tree to a draggled blanket and dear tousled head bent over broken sobs. He knows,
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Impulse, Longmire, Vic/Walt, truth, liescallixFebruary 2 2014, 19:56:28 UTC
She’s telling him the truth when she tells him that she loves him as she rides his cock. At least, Walt thinks she’s telling the truth. He’s distracted at the time
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Pinned, Teen Wolf, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, cunnilingus, red strings, wall!sexladyoneillFebruary 2 2014, 20:38:10 UTC
The darkness in him takes some odd turns, but, as his anchor, Lydia guides those turns away from hurting people, hurting himself. With compassionate eyes, she watches as he methodically ties red strings around her wrists, her elbows, her thighs, knees, throat. One goes across her lips and she parts them, lets it slide inside. Another across her puckered nipples, a loop around each one, pulled just tight enough to make her gasp
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Re: Pinned, Teen Wolf, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, cunnilingus, red strings, wall!sexscorpiod1February 3 2014, 14:05:21 UTC
oh wow, that was amazing, so hot and kinky and I love what you did with the string--just, jesus the image of her pinned against Stiles's wall of research and the red strings wrapped around her, and him saying break them all when one of the the strings snaps, I loved all of this imagery--and then the ending kinda breaks my heart after all of that, him crying in her arms. Very well done, I adored this.
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Bofur's cheek prickles, needlessly bandaged. Truly, he lost naught but half his mustache, which all told is luck indeed; still, an Elven healer gripped his chin in a twig-fingered hand, smeared honey salve on the ragged stubble, and wound this long band over it, across his nose, which itches, and behind his ear.
He could undo it, Bofur thinks as he wanders the camp, a chill-breezed tent city full of distant groans. He could go back, laugh it off, sit beside Bifur to watch Bombur sleep off his bruises. But all laughter's hushed beneath the memory of the fading light in Thorin's eyes, the effortful wheezes between rumbled words as Thorin thanked Bofur for his family's service. He will not again see their King Beneath The Mountain, nor bright-haired Fili nor brave young Kili bear the crown of Durin's line, his heart lies heavy as he follows Thorin's last command. Find Bilbo.So Bofur does, tracking muffled sobs behind a deep-rooted tree to a draggled blanket and dear tousled head bent over broken sobs. He knows, ( ... )
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This is a delicious little bite in the meantime. :D
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