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Girlboss Wife Heket & Ugly ass spouse Lambert

Srry abt the request delays im kinda sick rn (small fever lololol)

I promise I’ll get back on them rq so just enjoy what I have for now

Also can we appreciate how good Lamb’s gyatt is like c’mon

TEAR ME APART ৡ

LIN LIE X FEM READER (PART ONE (?)) mdni

Summary ৡ After many days from constant training, Lin returns home to a starving girlfriend who needs nothing but his ardor's touch.

Warning ৡ Biting. Small blood. (Screaming rn)

Author’s note ৡ After seeing his Season 2 skin. I could no longer remain calm. TO WRITE WAS a neeeddddd. HE IS SO FINE. (PART TWO)

You couldn’t find yourself leaving the bedroom. Your patience for Lin to return home was thin—so thin that you could almost feel your heart suppressed by your pulsing torment, like a virus constraining thoughts of what if he found another.

A girl who can be with him during dangerous times and train alongside? The more you thought of it, the more it seemed true with little to no sense.

You lay cuddling with Lin’s only fluffy pillow, its appeasing fabric rubbing against the surface of your fingers, a familiar touch as if Lin himself were in your arms.

Your lids were halfway open, your body numb to movement, and your long hair scattered on the mattress. Sounds of clamor echoed from outside your bedroom, of someone dragging their shoe and furniture being moved by a slight.

But no nerve or bone in your body shook by the noise, almost like you were only imagining it. After all, you had been alone for a week, maybe two.

You hear your door creak and shoes scrapping against your floor nearby. Your eyes then closed, believing it was all in your imagination, and waited for the silence to build in again.

“Sleeping? Damn, I was really looking forward for a hug.” A voice spoke. Your head sprung up, only to meet eyes with your beloved. “You’re home?” you gasped.

“You’re up?” His brows hike, lips curving a slight grin. You examined his striking features, his figure hovering yours which makes him so valiant and breathtaking.

Yet today felt different. How could you be happy? He left without saying how long it would take and had not considered sending letters to stay in touch. And for Lin to return home like nothing had happened blasted frustration through you.

Your eyes turned livid, and your jaw clenched as you resisted your emotions from appearing obvious. “No kiss?” He asks.

“I hate you.” Your eyes bubble with tears. “I wasn’t gone for that long; come here.” Lin's arms widen to embrace you, but you rear your hand up before you give him a chance, slapping with all your built-in anger.

His head whips to the side; his breath cuts for a second. “You didn’t even stay in contact with me.” You cried slapping him again and again.

Prints of your palm remain on his cheeks, reddening his skin. Lin stood frozen, taking all your hits as they get softer and lower to his chest.

His eyes observed you tear apart, bawling at his faults for not being a better boyfriend. “I told you I couldn’t. You know this," he said, sounding stern.

“Fuck you.” You say through clenched teeth. Why don’t you remember him telling you this? Or Is this just a way for you to stop acting all upset?

“You mean you missed me?” He searches your distressed expression. “No. Fuck you.”

His grin widens. “And? Tell me.” Lin then removes his headphones around his neck and his favorite green jacket to place beside you. “You—You’re a liar. If I knew, I wouldn’t be acting like this.” You continued, digging your grip in his pillow.

“And?”

“And,” You paused, figuring out what else, knowing that you thought of plenty earlier. His heels slid inches towards you, his head tilted in curiosity and heavy lids attempting to make you flush in pink.

And you did from what felt like a raw desire stare. Your heart thumped against your rib cage, fastening in seconds as a darker pink smears your skin. How nervous you suddenly became.

You almost forget how dangerously dominant Lin can be. He gently tucked your loose strands behind your ear, caressing his touch further in till it was no longer gentle when he firmly gripped your hair, pulling you in for a kiss.

Lin’s lips molded into yours in pure desperation, tasting your last breath as he held you close, forbidding you to break from the kiss. The kiss felt aggressive and rushed, as if he wasn’t edging to be romantic but to express how much he needed this.

You lean in, unable to respond the same with a few escaping whimpers. You let him have his way. His tongue invades your mouth to coat his saliva with yours. Hot breaths combine in the mix as he deepens it slowly.

It was unexpected and hot coming from Lin. He never treated you so dirty and desperate for a kiss. You could feel yourself melt in his touch, your mind forgetting how to think properly.

Yet, despite surrendering to Lin immediately, the frustration from earlier still ran through your mind, leaving you to act upon it by nicking a small cut of his lip with your teeth.

He separates you from his lips with a hard tug from his grip. His tongue brushes over his bleeding lip, narrowing his eyes on you. “You want to play rough? We can play rough.”

Something about his dark eyes, so wild and demanding, unraveled an hunger in you. His longing stare touched you more than what his hands could do. You want to play rough? Yes.

You don’t care. You don’t care if he tears you apart. You’d let him do anything at this point.

Without wasting another second, you clung to Lin. Your arms hugged his nape, brushing your hands through his black layers. So soft, so exotic. Lin followed your movements, leaning over you till your head met the mattress.

You felt a trace travel down your legs, light touches guiding you to embrace his hips. His sinewy abdomen hid you so perfectly, making you feel vulnerable and small in what he may do next.