A Game of Patience
Can be read as a standalone or a continuation of Our Little Games.
Found this on my external hard drive the other day and can only vaguely remember writing it. Must have been over a year ago xD
tw: touch starvation, kinda smutty?
Synopsis: you’re the protagonist, who fell into the antagonist's clutches. Now they'll be taking their sweet time toying with you.
They card their fingers lazily through your hair, gently scraping their nails along your scalp. Starting at your hairline, they slowly move to the back of your head, leaving a delightful tingle behind wherever their fingertips made contact.
You can’t help that soft sigh from escaping, or the way you lean into the touch, cursing just how much you crave it.
Goosebumps start to bloom on your shoulders and cascade down your arms as the feather-light caress travels over the back of your neck.
You expected them to stop there, but they don’t.
Shivers run down your spine even before their hand reaches the spot between your shoulder blades. The muscles in your legs begin to quiver.
Damn, they’ve really got you now. It’s nothing like your last encounter with them. This time, right from the very start, you’re under no illusions whatsoever as to who’s the one in control here.
You gasp, teeth catching at your bottom lip. You dare to glimpse at them from the corner of your eyes, whispering their name. And doesn’t your voice sound a little too urgent, a little too eager? Heat rushes to your cheeks.
Oh, the look in those eyes! They’re practically devouring you with that gaze and they seem in no hurry to stop toying with you, to finish what they started. And why should they be inclined to show you mercy? They’ve got you right where you assume they’ve always wanted you.
There’s no escape.
Something about that makes your stomach twist in a not so unpleasant way.
Fuck.
By the time their fingers arrive at the small of your back the breath leaves your trembling lips in shudders. The sensation of their fingertips still haunts your skin, even as you can already feel the fingers of their other hand settle on your hairline again, once more beginning that torturous descend.
Embarrassingly desperate, you press yourself against their body, shamelessly whining a plethora of pleas into their ear.
Their low chuckle and that smirk adorning their lovely mouth threaten to make your knees go weak. They lean in even closer, humming against the shell of your ear and, oh god, that sound settles on your mind like velvet.
“My poor, needy darling,” they purr, “I’m not done with you yet.”
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Hey I really like the design of your Prisma knight and decided to draw her. It was planned as a quick doodle, but it went a bit out of hand... She is leading Meta Knight and/or Kirby to her favourit place in the mountains. Hope you like it.
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