You are pleasantly surprised when Strohl scooped your hand up in his, his fingers curling around your dainty fingers as he gently held them. You gazed up at him beneath the hood of your dark lashes as they fluttered bashfully over the swell of your round cheeks, your skin warm as heat crept onto your face. A smile stretched his lips as he brought your hand closer to his lips, head bowed and warm breath ghosting over your knuckles as he held your gaze.
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At this fancy gathering of ball gowns and exquisite suits, it felt like you were the only two left in the room, dazzling and flickering candlelight dancing over your skin with a warm glow. Your fingers tangled nervously in the skirt of your fancy dress, your chest light and heart fluttering so fast it made your stomach bunch up into nervous, giddy knots. Your eyes reflected your warm smile as you basked beneath the loving gaze that Strohl gave you. His eyes roved up and down your figure, adoring the way your dress flowed off the curves of your body and the colour complimented your natural complexion. It made his mouth feel dry as he swallowed, his throat bobbing nervously.
“My, you look wonderful this evening” he breathed.
He rubbed his thumb over the back of your knuckles, each stroke setting your heart a flutter as your blood simmered in your veins. His compliments made your smile grow wider, heat flushing all the way to the tips of your ears as you heard your heart pulsing against your ear drums. You fiddled with your dress again, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as your heels tapped against the floor to a rhythmic beat. You could barely hear the music that was playing on the stage nor the chatter and laughter of those around you as your heart continued to incessantly; instantly drum in your ears. Your skin felt clammy and you think you can feel Strohl’s palms also start to sweat as your fingertips idly traced over the slightly calloused skin.
“Thank you” you replied with a bashful smile. “You look quite handsome yourself.”
Your response made Strohl’s cheeks flush. He tried to hide his flustered expression behind a polite cough, lungs pinching in his chest as he gazed at the fine jewelry you were adorned in, sparkling diamonds catching in the light and complimenting the sparkle of your eyes. Strohl lowered your hand as he cleared his throat, his other arm politely tucked behind his back as he gave you a small bow.
“My lady, I-I was wondering…” He paused and shook his head. “No, wait. Let me start again.” Strohl took a deep breath, trying to not get distracted by your darling features as his eyes flickered away for a brief second to gather his thoughts before drawing back to your face. “If you would so kindly do me the honour… No, that doesn’t sound right either.”
His voice tapered off into a mutter. A soft giggle spilled from your lips as he struggled with his words. You found the sight quite endearing. You had an inkling of what he was trying to ask you as he dragged his thumb over each individual knuckle, drawing patterns into the warmth of your plush skin. You gave his hand a small squeeze of reassurance.
“You’re almost there. I believe in you” you encouraged with a smile.
A small huff blew out of Strohl’s nose, the sigh of exasperation passing through his lips before the corners of his mouth twitched with a nervous smile.
“You’re not helping” he softly chided.
The soft chuckle that stirred in your throat sounded like a beautiful, soft chime from a shimmering bell. It eased the tension from his shoulders and made his chest feel a little lighter. He smiled as he raised your hand once more, his lips brushing against your knuckles as he gazed deeply into your eyes.
“My lady, would you honour me with this next dance?”
You had been waiting all evening to hear that question from him. Your heart swelled and fluttered so fast it felt like it was going to burst at any moment now. Elation flooded your veins and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that stretched your lips. You hummed softly, pinching the ruffles of your dress between your fingers as you gave Strohl a curtsey.
“I would love to dance with you, sir knight.”
Your answer was sealed with another kiss to the back of your hand.
AN: I know I don't have Metaphor on my fandom list or anything yet, but GOOD GOD I needed to yap about Strohl so bad. I was on the verge of internally combusting before I started writing this, I swear it. I need to talk about this man. He's completely taken over my brain. No thoughts, just Strohl. Also, I am so sorry that this is somehow my longest post. Apparently being horny on main is my secret to writing more. :') /hj
CW: Just some good ol' hornyposting with Strohl! That being said, MDNI is not a suggestion, it is a requirement. <3 If I catch any of you kiddos in my notifications, you will be blocked on sight!
Reader is Fem/AFAB, but not given any pronouns. There's a little bit of purely fluffy stuff at the beginning that transitions into the horny stuff. I'll be honest, I'm keeping this fairly tasteful since this is my first time writing anything smutty on here and I gotta find my flow before I start writing crazy style, so just don't go in expecting it to be super graphic description-wise. As far as any other need to knows here, Strohl kinda has a breeding kink but he doesn't understand it as such, description of edging without the use of the word itself, and cum is explicitly said exactly once.
I know in my heart that Strohl would be a wonderful partner. Definitely the classic chivalrous type; always opens the door for you, pulls your chair out for you, and will treat you with hardly a second thought. Anything he could do that would make you happy, he would find a way to do it. He loves you so dearly and earnestly that it probably makes other people around you two atleast a tad envious.
That all being said, I also know in my heart that he's just as lovely in bed. When I tell you he is an absolute sweetheart about every single part of the process, I mean it. From getting undressed to cleaning up afterwards, he's an absolute angel with you. His first priority, above all else, is always that you feel reassured and comfortable, so he's sure to shower you in kisses and compliments through it all. The way he runs his hands along your skin is almost reverent in nature; it's like he's touching the most valuable thing in the entire world.
He doesn't just simply have sex with you either, he makes love to you. Every single time. You can't ever do quickies for the sole reason that he just can't stand the thought of not being able to give himself, body and soul, completely to you. Fast and hard just isn't really something he does. He will, however, go deep. Not a single thrust from him is ever shallow or halfhearted because there is nothing that satisfies him more than feeling you in your entirety. Well, nothing other than your pleasure. Knowing you feel good and that it's because of him is beyond intoxicating to Strohl.
Oh, and please do call him Leon. He already adores it when you call him by first name in general, but hearing it while you're in the throes of pleasure is equally delightful. He's so used to everyone else calling him Strohl that hearing you call him Leon is an almost dizzying reminder that you and him share a relationship that he has with no one else. There is no one else that makes him feel this way, just as there is no one else that can make you feel this way. He, Leon Strohl da Haliaetus, is the sole reason for your state of bliss.
In fact, he places so much value on your pleasure that he will actively deny himself the ability to finish until he knows you have. To him, it simply wouldn't feel as good if he did it before you. The feeling he gets from you squirming and squeezing him as you tip over that metaphorical edge is just... unmatched. If he's going to cum, it has to be because of that.
Speaking of which, he thinks it to be a bit shameful, but he honestly finds the idea of burying himself to the hilt and filling you with his release rather exciting. Of course, he wouldn't dare do such a thing without your permission, it would be risky to do so, but that certainly doesn't stop him from thinking about it. Sometimes, it doesn't stop him from asking if, just this time, he could please do it inside. He knows it risks the two of you ending up with a child, but gods above, his craving for this is strong. The pure ecstasy that would come from your warmth wrapped around him as he lets all that pent-up arousal finally come out is so tempting. The thought of how you'd look after, the vivid mental image he has of you dripping with a mix of your combined fluids after he pulls out, doesn't do his desperation any favors either.
Sure, he may end up being a father a tad earlier than planned if you let him do it, but it would be worth it, wouldn't it?
(Whether or not this fixation of his, somewhere deep down, has anything to do with his aspirations to rebuild Halia, and by extension, his noble house, is your guess. He honestly more than likely couldn't give you a solid answer even if you asked.)
The way he cares for you after everything is said and done is arguably the sweetest part of it all though. Even if he's run himself ragged, he'll hardly hesitate in getting up to run a bath so both of you can get cleaned up after all this excitement. He'll probably end up pampering you while you're in there too, so long as you'll let him. Strohl is a very service-oriented lover, so he does wholeheartedly enjoy being helpful to you. However, if he's honest, he loves it even more when you pamper him in return. It just makes his heart feel so full to not only simply share the space of the bath together, but to share the act of it too.
After you've had your bath, typically all that's left for you two is a night of cuddles and peaceful rest. Maybe a quick meal beforehand if you aren't both totally exhausted. <3
Do you have any headcanons for Strohl with a very physically affectionate partner?? Bro's so pretty I just want to kiss his hand like the pretty princess he is
Metaphor Headcanons #2
-. Oh, I was waiting for this one!!!
-. Okay, so lemme just say that Strohl is a man who can do both when it comes to affection.
-. Allow me to explain.
-. When you and Strohl first started seeing each other officially, he was a MESS!!!
-. In private, like, hand holding and little kisses, and he'd blush, he'd stutter, y'know cute shit!
-. But in public, this boy is bright red!!!
-. If you take his hand in public, he will freeze up and just allow you to drag him wherever you'd like.
-. If you kissed his cheek or any part of him for that matter, he would try and kind the growing blush on his cheeks with the collar of his jacket
-. But it's not to say he doesn't like it!
-. Hell no!
-. In fact, he likes when you show off your affection towards him.
-. He always felt comfort in your little touches, because he hasn't had anything so tender like that since his parents passed.
-. Oh, and he LOVES it when you gently caress his clemar horns!!!
-. And if you start playing with his long fingers, or kissing the knuckles of his calloused hands, looking into his eyes?
-. K.O.!
-. This man will be weak in the knees for the rest of the day with butterflies in his stomach!
-. Safe to say, he's a touch starved baby.
-. He also has no idea what he's doing when it comes to affection.
-. Like, he has no idea what he's doing the first couple of times you two would cuddle or anything like that.
-. He's so used to just doing friendly touches like handshakes and shoulder punches that he's a moron when it comes to the romantic stuff.
-. He's so nervous to make it awkward and shit.
[Spoilers ahead!!!]
-. Now, I've listed all of the bashfulness that is Leon Strohl da Haliaetus, and I know what you're thinking
-. "Didn't you say he can do both?"
-. Yeah, this man is POSSESSIVE!!!
-. I think Strohl being the stubborn, hard-headed guy he is...
-. The guy who literally wanted to square up with Louis when they were trying to act like his best buddies in front of ALLLLL OF HIS SUBORDINATES...
-. Oh, he would definitely get jealous easily if he caught someone looking at you funny
-. If he catches some random drunkard trying to flirt and get cozy with you? He puts his arm around you and pulls you in closer to him.
-. If someone is staring at you in a way he doesn't like? Expect two kinds of kisses depending on the situation :
-. Kisses on the back of your hands at formal events...
-. And super, steamy, passionate ones on the lips in front of people he REEEEAAALLY doesn't like.
-. One minute you are chatting with Hulkenberg about the food at this event, or Heismay is telling you an old story of his and then BAM!
-. Strohl turns you around and is kissing you, with tongue, one hand on your cheek, the other groping your ass.
-. He wants that person he hates so much to look at what he's doing to you in public and he LOVES it when you kiss back and hold him close.
-. Hulkenberg and Heismay be like : 😶
-. Then, to reassure Strohl everything is alright, you always cup his face with both of hands, get him to lean down to your height...
-. Or look up if you're tall!
-. And you nuzzle your nose against his
-. And this man's heart is about to explode
-. Speaking of comfort, Strohl likes to have you close to him if he starts having nightmares about his home town being burnt to the ground.
-. He just wants you to keep holding him close and running your fingers through his hair, whispering words of affirmation to him.
-. Strohl is a big fan of tiny kisses.
-. His favourite places are his nose, his neck and his cheek.
-. And when Strohl is away from you for a long time, this man will kick the door and rush at you and pick you up and spin you around and later just let you play with his horns while his head is on your lap.
tags/cw: fluff, smut (MINORS DNI), established relationship, p in v, metaphor: refantazio spoilers
synopsis: you and your husband get rained in, and it leads to soft intimacy that both of you have been starved of.
a/n: HI EVERYONE!! i am finally posting writing again. this piece is long overdue for posting on here but a year later and bam, hitting y'all with the metaphor beam. everyone needs to play this game and kiss my husband, he's for the people.
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As far as mishappens on trips go, it is not that bad to be separated from the rest of the group as a married couple compared to worrying about the threat of monsters.
Your relationship with Strohl had arrived to new heights very soon after Will became king. Celebrations had you drunk on the idea of finally settling down like you always talked about during the Royal Tournament. However, responsibilities piled up to support your mutual friend’s ascension to the crown. Everyone had a role to play, and it was nice to be a part of history with the people closest to you. Strohl believed it was his noble duty to shoulder the responsibility of the State military, which he was able to carve a straight path in as if he was made to wear the uniform and uphold his status to keep the people safe just like his parents did.
After returning home from an excursion merely a day later than anticipated, Strohl whispered ‘marry me’ into your ear as he held you in his arms before you could even let out a ‘welcome home’. It took you by surprise, tears of overwhelming joy streaming down your cheeks. Having the man you love finally come back to you was always a treat with the nature of his work, and now he pleaded for you to stay by his side. You felt like the luckiest woman alive on that night, on your wedding, and every day onward.
Now that the melancholia throughout the land had significantly deteriorated, you and Strohl could rest assured that this new journey with your friends would be a safer one. There was the occasional beast here and there, but it was a breath of fresh air to settle into a cave without panicking, like you were now. It looked like it hadn’t been touched by civilization in a while, withered and broken down by natural events alone. That meant that it was just you, him, and the rain crashing down outside.
“Still can’t get the fire going?” You ask, crouching next to him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. His clothes are soaking wet, much like yours. Strohl shakes his head, the furrow in his brows demonstrating that he’s not going to ask you for help. You chuckle at his stubbornness, he knows that you’re willing to take over any task but he insists on doing everything anyway. You pry the flint from his hand, rolling it around with your thumb and forefinger.
“This one looks like it has been through it. Or maybe it’s not even the real thing.” You put the rock aside, swapping it out with a spare from your pouch. Strohl finally manages to get a nice spark going, a barely audible “ooh” escaping his lips.
“I’m glad I have you around. Could you imagine if I had sat there striking it twenty times more and achieved nothing?” You giggle at the way your husband commends you, along with the image of him sitting there in agony with no results.
“Yeah of course I’m sticking around, silly. I’m not going anywhere.” You rub your hand up his arm and pinch his shoulder, once again met with the cold and soggy fabric of his coat. The external feeling has you all too aware of your own clothes sticking to your skin after being drenched in the rain. You shiver, pulling away to shield yourself from the cold.
After adding some more wood to keep the fire going strong, Strohl notices the effects of the cold on you. He brushes a wet strand of your hair back, away from your forehead. “We’re gonna catch a cold if our clothes don’t dry off…” He trails off, as if something else is on the tip of his tongue. He settles for another tangent instead of a solution. “I haven’t been drenched from heavy rain since I was a child, when I was having too much fun to listen to my parents’ pleas to come inside.”
“Heh. I’m sure they dragged you in and threw you into the bath after though.” You loved hearing about your lover’s stories of his childhood. He knew true peace then, even before he met you. He often felt guilty for living such a carefree youth, but you were there to remind him to keep those memories close to his heart and channel the gratitude he had instead.
You shrug off your jacket, squeezing out the excess dampness. Using what else you can find in your inventory, you set up a clothes line within the perimeter of the camp. You hang up your jacket and he trails behind you to follow suit.
You don’t stop there though. You pull off your shirt with a groan and don’t even hesitate to unclasp your bra, exposing your full torso. Strohl’s lips part ever so slightly, a flush of pink creeping onto his cheeks.
“Sorry…I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You look him in the eye as you reach for your pants, as if waiting for him to respond before continuing.
“My dear, why are you apologizing? I would never be against seeing all of you, as long as you’re comfortable.” His words fill you with more warmth than the fire could ever provide. You smile as you kick off your shoes and socks, allowing you to pull down your pants.
Instead of removing the final piece of decency holding you together in front of your beloved, you tug at the hem and let it snap against your skin. “You were the one concerned about catching a cold. And now look at you..” You say with a pout. “Need me to unbutton your shirt for you or something?”
The poor man. You were going to be the death of him if you kept teasing him. It was just so fun hearing his breath hitch and watching him struggle to keep it together, even after being married for a few months now. On top of that, he doesn’t ever tell you to stop. Until now, when he catches your wrist before you can even get to the second button of his tunic.
You were worried you had crossed the line. Quite the opposite, you realize when you’re met by his smirk.
“Don’t I deserve some incentive of my own? Like I don’t know, taking these off?” Strohl traces the fabric of your panties with a single finger.
“Naughty boy.” You purr. “You better hurry up then…”
Strohl is a gentleman and would never leave you waiting for too long. When both of you are as naked as the day you were born (except he still had the heart shaped necklace he never took off), you use an extra sheet to sit comfortably near the fire. Even after all of that bantering, only your hands are touching. You don’t know how you’re going to handle more though, when his fingertips on yours are driving you crazy.
“Your teeth are clattering, come here.” Strohl says, removing his hand from yours and caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. You were probably jittery from the high of your earlier exchange with your husband, which just added onto the cold. You slowly inch closer to him to envelop him in a hug from behind, breasts pressed against his back. You sigh at the contrast of your softness on his solid, sturdy back, nuzzling your cheek into the broad expanse that connects his shoulders. Your right hand reaches over to touch the black ink that makes up his family crest on his left bicep.
“You should get another tattoo.” You say with a charged look that he meets when he leans back into you, looking up into your eyes. “Underneath your clothes of course.”
Strohl laughs, and you feel the vibrations ripple against you now that there’s less space between you two. “You were already excited enough when you first saw I had even one. What are you going to do if I get one more?”
You hum, feeling your nipples rise against his skin. “You already know. Think back to our wedding night.”
“Oh you don’t even need to ask. I already replay that night in my head everyday.” You were beaming as recollections from that night took you back yourself. It was the first time you gave yourself fully to Strohl, as he did to you. Neither of you slept a wink that night, and it didn’t matter when you had the next morning for that, only to wake up and lose track of time all over again. As if the fire could telepathically read your thoughts, the flames crackled and grew stronger, enough to rouse more heat between your bodies.
“I hope I’m not too sticky.” You comment, and he shakes his head.
“No, you’re not. Besides, I like having you close. It’s been a while since it’s been just us” Strohl reassures you, bringing your hand that was stroking his bicep to his lips to kiss it. You melt into his touch with a sigh.
He was right. Alone time was fleeting on this trip. There was respite to sneak around a little bit for quick kisses or late night talks. But the runner wasn’t very accommodating for people sharing a bed, nor was there much space or privacy throughout the entire vehicle. Maybe it was fate that led to being rained in, without any risks of the group finding you anytime soon. You hoped that they were safe and would find you by morning, but that was a bridge to burn much later.
Right now, Strohl is turning around to face you completely. Your arms wrap around his neck, as do his around your waist, a soft beckon to scooch forward. Your noses touch, your breaths mingle, but you don’t climb onto his lap just yet. The moment is too soft to rush into as your mouths close the gap between your faces in a kiss. You steady yourselves, with you kissing his bottom lip while he focuses on your top lip, before hungrily moving his mouth more. You moan into him as the kiss deepens, tightening your grip around his neck, and he runs his hands along your spine.
You’re already dizzy from just one short ministration. You have to pull away to catch your breath. It’s all perfectly okay when it’s with him though, because he will always keep you grounded. He brings you back to him slowly as you regain your composure—one hand on your back and another on your inner thigh—only to lose it all over again. Strohl kisses you again with more passion. His tongue easily slides into your mouth to meet yours, and he continues to swallow more noises that emit from your throat. The roughness of his lips contrasts with the gentle stroke of his thumb on your sensitive skin down below. The delicious throb between your thighs compels you to wiggle towards him to feel his hand *there,* but he withdraws to cup your breast.
“Leon..” You whisper, as if his name is a hushed secret, after pulling away from the kiss with a *pop.* “I thought you were going to touch me…” He hums in response, leaning in to nibble on your bottom lip and then kiss your jaw.
“I am touching you.” Strohl moves down to your neck and you run your fingers through his hair, thumbs stroking his horns. He kisses everywhere down to your collarbones, not neglecting either side. He already knows all of your sweet spots like a route memorized, having left you a crumbling mess under him multiple times before. None of those spots are left unmarked, he reminds you where they are with multiple bites.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Strohl murmurs, mouthing the latest hickey. “I hope the next time we stay at an inn we have a full-length mirror so I can show you how pretty you are like this..” You whimper at the thought of him cradling you in his lap, forcing you to look or else he will stop, fully submitting you to his control in the most tantalizing way possible. “I know. You’d be such a good girl, like you always are.” He growls, lying you down while cradling your head, making sure you’re set as gently as possible. Even in his most desperate moments he fusses over you, like you’re made of fragile glass.
Once you’re lying on the sheet, Strohl hovers over you with his arms on either side of your head. His necklace dangles into your view, and you take it in your hand to kiss it. “Show me how much you missed having me..” Your plead is almost like a command, and he is ever at your service.
Strohl licks down the crevice between your breasts, rolling and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. He doesn’t just kiss the other one, he practically starts making out with it, dancing it to the rhythm of his tongue as he swirls it around. His teeth graze along the delicate flesh, and you’re glad you can scream in this cave without anyone hearing. He takes his sweet time encrypting your reactions into his mind, even as they’re travelling south to his nether regions. You whine for him to give your other breast the same amount of attention, and he smiles softly as if leaving the poor thing all soft and sweet and vulnerable with no stimulation was never on the table.
Your entire torso gets the same treatment, as he kisses down your stomach while massaging your hips. You want to shove his head between your thighs right then and there, but he would probably scold you for preventing him from revering your entire being first. His hands roam your legs in a motion, even going as far to give your feet a little squeeze, eliciting a giggle from you.
“I know you want it now. I want it so bad, my love, but I have to do this right.” He spreads your legs apart, and tests the waters with two fingers on your glistening clit, rubbing slow circles on the bud. He lifts up the hood to loosen you up more, stretching you out to take his fingers.
“Shit, you’re already clenching. You’re going to take me so well..” He scissors his fingers in you, then curls them at the angle to hit your g-spot. You’re tensing up already, and he has to take them out quickly to avoid overstimulating you.
“I want you to cum only on my cock tonight. Okay?” His cock, angry and red, is already positioned at your entrance. You nod obediently, and he kisses your temple as he lifts your hips to push into you. You moan at the full sensation, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt while he eliminates any space between you two.
You’re skin to skin, heart to heart, and face to face. Nothing ever feels just as perfect as the man who makes you whole. The very person who melted you from the start and always made you feel protected and cherished. You stare into his eyes that you’ve been lost in since day one, tears spilling out of your own.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” Strohl asks, concerned, gentle as he kisses your tears away.
“N-no, it’s just that…y-you’re so close.” Your words come out as a strangled cry. You can’t help it, you’re buried in the embers of his love, cradling the bond that the two of you share. It feels like the first time all over again, and he’s not even doing anything differently. “I missed you so much, Leon.”
He groans in response to you calling his name while he’s in you. The most obvious symbol of the relationship you two share, the name no one else but you calls him. It’s sacred, yet it feels so *sinful* to hear when you’re connected.
“I missed you too.” He leans in to kiss you open-mouthed. “I-I need to move, fuck, you’re so warm.” He was willing to just bask in the closeness for a little while longer, and then you said his name and his resolve disintegrated. You tap his shoulder to allow him to keep going, and he goes at a slow pace despite his faltering self-control. Each thrust is deeper than the previous, like he’s building up to where he was when he first entered, impassioned and dazed.
“Ah- I love you so much. Want you forever..” Your eyes squeeze shut and you dig your nails into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks of your own on him. Strohl quickens his movements, making your lips part with a gasp. “Nngh - need to feel all of you.” It was impossible to get even closer than this, and yet you kept grabbing onto him to push his skin onto yours. Your legs wrap around his waist to give you one last seal of connection.
It’s so easy for him to keep thrusting in and out, reminding you over and over again who you belong to. You open your eyes to catch him gazing upon you with lust-clouded, heavy-lidded eyes, then he leans down to kiss the dewy skin where your heart lies beating underneath. The pendant from his necklace brushes against your skin as he smooches the glistening area.
Strohl’s thrusts start to stutter, and you feel your body tense up all over again like they were in response to his fingers. You take his hand, interlocking your fingers with his and pull him down to kiss you again as he rubs agonizingly slow circles around your clit.
“Cum for me. I love you and I’ve got you.” He whispers hotly against your mouth. That’s the pinnacle of everything he has given you thus far, and all it takes for you to come undone, your muscles hot with a pulsating sensation that caresses instead of electrocutes you. He breathes heavily into your neck, right below the shell of your ear as you sense the loss of his cock, knowing he must have pulled out of you. You finish at relatively the same time, your backs arching in pleasure as the release paints itself onto the sheet.
Strohl collapses on you. His entire weight keeps you held down, but you don’t even care nor mind, as you’re too limp at the moment to even think about getting up. Your chest heave in sync, and the only sound echoing throughout the empty cave besides the fire is your inhales and exhales.
“Sorry, just give me a few moments. That was incredible..” Strohl breathlessly proclaims. You stroke his back and kiss his shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you enjoyed.” You know the moment he regains his composure he’s going to be fussing over you like you’re a doll, and you want him to feel the bliss lingering in the air for just a little while longer. It’s definitely affecting you, mixed with the musk of the cave and the burning wood next to your lovemaking station.
Strohl gets himself off of you, and you sigh from the loss of the feeling of *him. “*Oh Leon, don’t leave such a pretty little thing like me naked and alone.” You complete your dramaticism with an exaggerated swooning motion, the back of your hand keeling against your forehead.
“Do not fret, my lady,” He comes back with a damp cloth that he acquired using some spare water and toiletries that he never went anywhere without, gently swatting away your hands that are heavily petting all of the places he touched you. “I won’t let you ache any longer.” The way he cleans you up basically turns you on all over again, rubbing and massaging the soreness out of you like magic. He gets in between your legs, and you wink at him when you give him more access by wrapping your legs around his shoulders, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head.
“We’ll do it again later. Promise.”
He means it even though you both don’t know when later will come. After he uses the other side of the cloth to clean himself up, he carries you to the tent you had pitched right before working on the fire, and you still have to wait a little extra for him to put said fire out before climbing next to you.
“You seem to have everything we need for this kind of adventure. Almost like you were planning this.” You draw attention to the sleeping mat that just so happened to spawn when you needed it to get through the night, or at least until the group found you.
“Darling, you wound me if you think I would deliberately plan on trapping us in the rain.” He says in jest. “Other situations, however, were accounted for completely. I was going to plan something for a meteor shower, but the night never came. This feels just as perfect though.”
You beam at him, affection swelling at the thought of him going out of his way for a romantic evening. “Well, maybe the next time that you promised will be under the stars.” You lean your head onto his chest, smoothing your hand down his chiseled stomach in yearning for the secret, sleepless nights to follow.
I'm sorry this took so long, been busy with finishing up my finals, and as well as graduation this coming Friday, but I hope yall like this strohl x reader!
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Y/N didn't know what happened.
One moment they were on their way back home from classes for the day, now they were in some sort forest late at night, which also baffled them since there was still daylight when they left campus.
Now as they stood in the middle of the woods, they looked around for signs of anyone around, but unfortunately they didn't see anyone.
But they did hear a roar come from nearby, causing them to jump.
"What the hell was that?" They muttered as they looked around, but only saw the shadows of the trees that surrounded them.
But that's when they felt something sharp slash right across their arm, tearing their sleeve and skin open, soaking their arm in blood fast.
A scream came out from their mouth as they fell to their knees as they tightly gripped their arm where the wound was, the pain unbearable.
Looking up, they stared in horror at the creature infront of them.
They thought it was a wolf at first, but seeing how big it was, the glowing yellow eyes and the razor sharp teeth, Y/N knew this wasn't a wolf.
This thing was a monster.
They couldn't move as it pounced at them, causing them to raise their arms up, expecting it to bite them again and finish them off, but nothing happened.
Lowing their arms, they were met with a group of people who stood infront of them and faced the monster.
"Strohl, get them to safety, we'll handle this thing!" A woman with long red hair and wore a dark grey outfit said as she held her weapon out towards the beast.
"On it." A tall man next to her with silver hair replied as he put his sword away and rushed over to them.
He wore a yellow jacket over a white dress shirt and black pants.
And one thing that caught their attention was the horns on both sides of his head.
'Are these people cosplaying or something?' They thought as their vision began to blur and they began to feel weak.
"Don't worry, I'll get you to safety." The man said as he lifted them up off the ground in his arms and sprinted away from the monster and the other people.
"Who..." they mumbled as they felt themselves begin to go in and out of conciousness.
"I promise we will talk when your treated and have rested." The man said as Y/N fully lost conscious.
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Hours have passed since that attacked happened when Y/N began to regain conciousness.
Their vision was still a bit of a blur, but it slowly started to become more and more clearly as each second past.
Trying to sit up, they immendiately felt a pair of hands gently lower them back down.
"Hey, take it easy, you lost quite a bit of blood back there." A familiar voice said softly.
Looking over, Y/N saw the same silver haired man sitting next to them, a concerned look on his face.
"Who..." they tried to speak, but their throat was dry and scratchy, causing them to go into a coughing fit.
"Here, drink this." The man held up a cup of water to their mouth.
Drinking a bit, Y/N's throat felt a bit better much to their relief, thanking the man after finishing the cup of water.
"Who are you? Where am I?" They first asked as the man set the cup down.
"Oh, sorry, we didn't have time to introduce ourselves since that beast attack. I'm Strohl, Leon Strohl." He said giving them a kind smile.
"Y/N, thank you for saving me from whatever that thing was." They said, shuttering when remembering that monster.
"As for where we are, we are just north of Martira, on our way back to Grand Trad." He replied, confusing them.
Martira? Grand Trad?
Where were they?
"You look confused, have you never heard of those cities?"
Y/N only nodded their head, causing Strohl to frown.
"Are you not from Euchronia then?"
"No... I never even heard of Euchronia."
Strohl was shocked to hear that, he knew that they weren't part of any of the tribes that were in the country, except maybe an elda, but hearing that they never heard of Euchronia at all...
Who were they?
"Well its getting late, we can talk more in the morning and don't worry, even if right now we don't know anything about your situation, I promise, we will find a way to help you."
Hearing this made Y/N smile a bit.
They only just meet this man, but they feel they can trust him.
Strohl x F!Reader with the prompt Stargazing. I need some fluff in my life 💕🙏
Thanks for the request Anon. I hope you enjoy :)
Comments/reblogs highly appreciated.
Strohl + Stargazing
cw. fluff, established relationship, female reader, chubby reader
Nagi's Summer Event
It was too hot to sleep in the Gauntlet Runner tonight. The air felt sticky and warm, your clothes clinging to you like a second layer of skin even long after the sun had already set. You were too restless to be able to get a good night’s sleep. The stars were out tonight so you and Strohl decided to lay on the Gauntlet Runner’s deck to gaze up at them.
“They’re so clear out here” you mumbled in slight awe.
Strohl hummed softly beside you, his jacket used as a pillow to cushion his head against the metal carapace of the Runner. Both hands were tucked behind his head, allowing you to use one of his arms as your pillow. He could feel wisps your hair tickling his neck and the scent of your perfume lingered on the tip of his tongue every time he took a deep breath. The cicadas were buzzing loudly tonight, their cries ringing in his ears as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.
“Easier to see when you’re away from the smog of the cities” Strohl commented.
You hummed softly in agreement, the plush seam of your lips pursed in thought. You traced your eyes over the stars, the crescent moon only a mere glow in the distance. You continued to stare at the starry sky.
“I think I can make out Orion’s Belt from here” you said.
Strohl tipped his head towards you, blinking owlishly in mild confusion. “Orion’s Belt?” he repeated.
You nodded your head as you pointed up. “Yeah. Up there. See it?”
Strohl squinted, trying to follow your extended finger to see where you were pointing. He was having a little difficulty finding it. Wordlessly, you scooted closer, until your plush waist was squished into his side and the swell of your chubby cheek was rubbing against his face. Strands of your hair tickled his mouth and he had to tuck them behind the curve of your ear lest he accidentally swallow them. You continued to point.
“See it now?”
Strohl followed the direction of your finger once more. His eyes widened and he pointed as well.
“Do you mean that row of stars?” Strohl asked.
He could hear the smile in your voice. “That’s right! That’s Orion’s Belt.”
You both lowered your hands and continued to look.
“I’ve never heard of that constellation before” Strohl mentioned.
“I read it in a book my parents kept on their bookshelves” you replied. “The book looked old. It talked about all these old myths and legends.”
“Really?” Strohl hummed with intrigue. “And what’s the stroy behind this one?”
You shifted closer, nuzzling your head closer to Strohl’s shoulder as you made yourself more comfortable. He could feel your warm breath tickling his ear when he spoke and despite the sickly body heat you both produced in this hot weather, he wanted you to stay close.
“Well apparently it’s the belt of a hunter called Orion” you explained. “He was some sort of hero back in his time. You can kind of make out the rest of him with the other, surrounding stars. Oh! And apparently the brightest star is supposed to be his dog! Its…there!”
Strohl followed your pointing again and spotted the brightest star in the night sky. It certainly looked more luminous than the others, outshining its kin as you diligently pointed it out.
“Fascinating” Strohl mumbled. “Do you still have the book? I would love to read it sometime.”
You pondered on the thought, fingers rubbing against your chin as you tried to recall the memory.
“I’m not sure. My parents might still have it. All my things from when I was a kid were packed in a trunk and put in the attic for safe keeping. Guess I’ll have to visit home and find out.”
You trailed your fingers along Strohl’s chest, garnering his attention as your fingers walked along his chest. “And you can come along, see what treasures from my childhood we can find” you added.
A warm chuckle breezed past his lips. “I would be quite honoured, especially if they are half as interesting as that book you mentioned. Speaking of, did it tell you about other constellations?”
“Oh, a bunch” you replied with a chirp.
You stayed up most of the night pointing out all the different constellations and telling Strohl the story behind them.
If its okay with you, can I request Strohl + 18 (SFW prompt) with a female reader, please?
(no pressure though~)
I'll be throwing all my good birthday vibes your way! 💜
Thank you for the birthday wishes Deru! I appreciate it <3 I'm happy you decided to participate :) I hope you like this little bit sized piece I wrote for Strohl.
Comments/reblogs highly appreciated.
Strohl + Chocolates
cw. fluff, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact
Nagi's Birthday Bash
"I have a gift for you."
You immediately perked up upon hearing Strohl’s words, your eyes lighting up and sparkling like bright gems as you looked towards him expectantly. You noted that the noble’s arms were tucked behind his back, an obvious ploy to try and hide what your little gift was as he stood in front of you.
"What is it?" you asked.
Curiosity was itching at the back of your mind as you tried to sneak a peek at what it was, even going so far as to stretch up on the tips of your toes as you tried to look behind Strohl’s broad back. Your plans were foiled as he further twisted his body away from you.
"No peeking" he gently scolded.
The corners of his lips quirked up into a soft small as a whine of indignation bubbled up your throat, followed by your plump lips forming into a soft pout. With all these theatrics, you really, really wanted to receive that gift now.
"Close your eyes. And no peeking."
You nodded along to Strohl’s instructions, closing your eyes as you held out your hands. You patiently waited, a little longer than you had anticipated as it felt like Strohl was now dragging it out a little longer than necessary just to tease you a bit. You were pleasantly surprised when something small and rather light was deposited into your hands. You felt material as soft as silk beneath your fingertips and your mind was already working to figure out what exactly it was that you were holding. You gently moved your hands and could have sworn you heard the soft sound of something almost…rattling? You couldn’t quite place the sound.
"Okay, you can open your eyes."
Your long lashes fluttered against the round swell of your cheeks as you opened your eyes and looked down at what you were holding. Your expression turned giddy. It was a small, clear bag filled to the brim with round balls of chocolate.
"Chocolates" you gasped, a smile tugging at your lips as your gaze travelled back to Strohl. "This is such a nice gift. Where did you get them?"
You examined the small bag they came in once more and you weren’t able to recognise any of the labelling. A nervous chuckle breezed past Strohl’s lips, his expression turning a tad sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck with the sweaty palm of his hand.
"I actually made them" he replied.
You gaped up at Strohl, blinking owlishly in response before another bright and beaming smile lit up your face.
"You made them?! Well, gosh I absolutely have to try one now."
Your fingers tangled in the soft string holding the bag close as you tugged it loose, your hand diving into the open bag as you fished out a piece of chocolate. You admired the smooth texture slipping beneath your warm touch, the sweet scent of milk chocolate tickling your nose as you popped one into your mouth. The second you bit into it, the sweet taste of cocoa filled your mouth and melted on the cushion of your tongue. You hummed softly, letting the taste sit on your palette for a little longer to savour it before you swallowed.
"Well?" Strohl prompted, eagerly awaiting your verdict.
The thought had crossed your mind to tease him a little, just for a little bit of payback, but it was hard to hide the expression on your face.
"It tastes so good" you replied, fishing another piece out and eagerly devouring it. "These are so well made."
Another soft chuckle tickled Strohl’s throat, a dust of pink settling over his cheeks at the praise you were giving him. He let out a sigh of relief he didn’t realise he was holding, the tension between his shoulders easing as he idly scratched his cheek with the edge of his nail.
"Thank you. Your kind words were well worth the effort."
You swallowed another piece as you smiled in response. "You’ll have to teach me how to make it now."
Strohl couldn’t help but smile as well. "I’d be glad to teach you. It’s a date."
